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#comes from switching schools three times
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so today was the my last day at my job. feels... so weird. i've been home about six hours now and it's just kinda now sinking in that i don't ever have to go back there. and it is so weird. that place took up so much of my life and mental faculties for seven years, and it's just over. i know it won't solve most of my problems, but the fact that i won't have to deal with the stress that it brought me ever again? it's so freeing. anything else i do, it won't be that, and i'm so happy for it
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mieltelecheycrema · 2 years
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the urge to talk about my ocs constantly is immense so i will
#mielmbles#mielsmocs#following my account in the summertime means you are subject to viewing posts where i obsess over these little weirdos which can be avoided#by blocking mielmbles and mielsmocs which is why i have those tags#okay so basically new little workd thing that only has three characters at the moment that im sooooo interested in omg thinking about them#constantly and it only popped up in my brain recently bringing my story total to like three that i haven’t gotten rid of#the main jist of it is this chick hears about a very powerful witch that is very popular in town and decides to see if theyre looking for#a student or help since shes always thought that magic was so cool but never really knew where to start so omg wow huge powerful and popular#witch must be a great choice for beginning erh wrong turns out the witch doesn’t even classify as a witch and is actually two witches that#switch off on a daily basis due to a curse inflicted by a past customer that makes it so one of them always has to be in animal form usual#cat but it varies and neither of them even classify themselves as witches nor do they know were their abilities come from of course the girl#doesn’t know that and its not like the witches can keep sending her off forever the girl is subborn as hell and they really don’t have much#patience so they let her in and have to bs a bunch of ways to learn magic and the such but again they have no clue what they’re doing and#tbh they’re really more like glorified herbalists/botanists that just happen to have some of the most powerful magic ever concieved so they#keep trying to find ways to get the girl out but it always backfires intensely#that’s about it for now probably more plot points later or smth#tbh this is probably the easiest time ive had coming up with a story and world ever and i’m really excited to keep thinking about it cuz i#think its so cool like i also have a bunch of little tidbits of the characters like how the witchs wear choir robes cuz when they were#younger their school kinda was shutting down for a few reasons so they snuck in and stole the robes cuz they really liked them#anyways yeah thats it i love them dearly and i can’t wait to see how my brain expands this later
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yeonzzzn · 2 months
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♠️off limits: sim jaeyun
part one of the off limits trilogy
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pairing: jake x afab!reader word count: 19.6k
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synopsis: your older brother has always told you “no boys” and his friends “sister is off limits”, which always worked…until everyone comes back home from college and you see how grown up his best friend has become…
genre: friends to lovers, older brothers best friend!au, forbidden love, eventual smut.
warnings: swearing, masturbating, fingering, reader being called a “bad girl” once, alcohol, blood mentions, sex in a hot tub, unprotective sex, oral (m. receiving), dom!jake, hair pulling, cum eating, MINORS DNI! lemme know if i skipped anything ♡
˗ˏˋseries spotify playlist´ˎ˗
a/n: jake is so older brother best friend coded I couldn’t help myself
✰ this is part one to this series, please see the masterlist under the title for parts two-three. ✰
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The last thing you expected was your older asking if you were planning to head home during the last bit of your winter break. 
You raised your brow at the texts from your brother, thumbs hovering over the keyboard debating how to let him down easily in the nicest way possible that you rather lounge around in your dorm room in your PJs for the last two weeks.
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You sighed and fell back on your bed, “Guess I should start packing then.” 
You knew Jay was right, it’s been roughly a year since the two of you were back at home at the same time. And even when both were at home, one was always going out and never really stayed home. 
Maybe spending the next two weeks at home wasn't such a bad idea. Spend some quality time with your family. 
Or so you thought until you walked into your parents' house with your duffle bag and backpack in your hands staring into the living room and seeing not just your brother, but his three best friends. 
The same three best friends he grew up with who all followed him to the same college after high school graduation. Ones you haven’t seen in like four years. 
You’re only a year younger than your brother and two of the friends while two years younger than the oldest one in their little circle. 
You basically grew up with them as well, since you were just a grade below them. 
They haven’t even noticed you arrived yet. Your parents weren’t even home from their jobs yet. 
The four boys sat on the couch, their hands going a hundred miles per hour on the Nintendo Switch controllers going head to head in smash bros. 
They all started screaming as one took the rest out. 
You dropped your bags to the floor, clearing your throat to show your presence. 
Jay was the first to turn around, his smile growing all the more wider seeing you. Jay dropped the controller onto the coffee table, stepped on the couch, and jumped over the back of it, “Hey stink!” 
You cringe at the nickname he continues to call you even as an adult. He wraps his arms tightly around you, squeezing you. 
You hug your brother back, tapping his back, “Jay, you can let go now.” 
As Jay steps to the side, his three friends fully come into your view, all their eyes on you. 
You tried hard to not drop your jaw at the three of them. 
“Hey, Y/N!” all three of them said in sync. 
Heeseung fully turned his body around, leaning on the back of the couch, “You’ve sure grown up a lot since the last time I saw you.” 
Heeseung stood up, stepping over the couch the same way your brother did, rushing up to you and squeezing you just as tightly. 
Sunghoon was next at your side, pulling you into a small hug, “It’s been what? Like four years?” 
You nodded, “It has been a while, hasn’t it guys?” 
“Jake, what are you doing?” Jay called him, “Come say hi too, don’t be rude.” 
Jake stood from the couch, his eyes locking with yours, and didn’t leave them until he was in front of you, arms stretched out, “Was just saving the best hug for last.” 
You rolled your eyes, wrapping your arms around his waist, “Haven’t changed at all, have ya Jake?” 
He chuckled, his heart beating loudly in your ears as you rested your head on his chest. 
Jake pulled away from you, taking a step back, “I’ve changed!”
Jay scoffed, “Right. We’ll say that.” 
“Most that has changed is your grades are a bit better than high school.” Sunghoon teased, placing a hand on his best friend. 
“Bro,” Jake playfully shoved him, “I’ve grown up a lot!” 
Oh yes, that he did. 
All of them have. It’s only been four years, but each of them has grown up. They went from those nerdy boys you would scrunch your nose at saying they have cooties while holding your index fingers into an x, to the most good-looking men you’ve ever seen. 
Four years feels like it’s been a long time, mostly with how they are in front of you right now. 
You’re brought out of your thoughts, as Jay sets a hand on your shoulder, “Let’s get back to playing Smash Bros and let Y/N rest, she drove longer than we did.”
It was true, you drove three hours to get back home while they only had an hour. You were overdue for a nap. 
Jake waited for you to glance over at Jay before eyeing you up and down. You’ve sure grown up a lot too in the last four years. He was expecting the same girl from all those years ago, oh but he was wrong. 
Jake eyeing you down didn’t go unnoticed by his friends, mostly Jay who was shooting darts into Jake’s soul. 
“Oh also!” You said as you picked up your bags, “How long are you three staying here today?” 
Sunghoon wrapped his arms around Heeseung and Jake’s necks and pulled them in, “We are here the whole two weeks.”
You raised a brow, confused. Of course, they are going to be in town the whole time, “I meant here at the house,” you said pointing your index finger to the floor, “Aren’t you staying with your families while you’re in town?”
Heeseung chuckled, “Nah, we are staying here, that’s what Hoon meant by being here.” 
You glanced at your brother, a smirk on his face, “Nice to know I was told.” You glared at him. 
Jay shrugged, “It was last minute.” 
“We will go see our families, don’t worry,” Sunghoon smiled, “I have to see my little sister, or else she’ll kill me for not coming back home.” 
You glanced between the four of them before deciding it wasn’t worth thinking about at the moment, you needed a nap, “Whatever, I am taking my nap.” 
The three boys turned around heading back to the couch, Jake took one last look at you as you headed for the stairs, Jay catching him once again looking, Jake quickly turned back around and placed himself back on the couch. 
Jay quickly caught your arm before you were too far up the stairs. You turned and looked at him, giving him your nastiest side eye, “What corn lover?” 
“The rule still stands.” 
You raised a brow, “What rule?” 
Jay tilted his head at you, “Really?” 
You gave him a confused look, trying to read his mind. The gears in your brain turned until it finally clicked. 
“You mean the rule from when we were kids?” 
He nodded, “No boys.” 
You rolled your eyes, “As if, they still have just as many cooties as they did four years ago.” 
Jay nodded, “Good. Keep it that way. Get rest, I’ll come to wake you when mom and dad get home. We are barbecuing tonight. I’m grilling.” 
Your mouth was already watering thinking about your big brother's cooking. The one major con of going to a college further away was missing his cooking.
You continued your journey up the stairs and into your childhood room, seeing that your parents left everything the same as it was when you left it. Dropping into your bed, face first into the pillow, sleep finds you quickly. 
Jay dropped himself back on the couch, picking up the switch controller, “Alright douche bags, let’s get this party back in motion.” 
Everyone grabbed their controllers except Jake, who had his nose in his phone and searched for your Instagram account from Jay’s account, curiously stalking through your account. 
It didn’t go unnoticed by Jay, who glanced over at Jake’s phone, catching him staring at the recent selfie you posted a week ago. 
“Sim Jaeyun.” Jake jumped at his government name being called so sternly by his hyung. 
“Jesus Christ, what?” Jake breathed out, his hand flying to his chest, his heart rate increasing, “You scared the shit out of me.” 
Jay glanced back down at his phone, bringing realization to Jake causing him to quickly lock his phone. 
Heeseung and Sunghoon also had their eyes on Jake. He looked between the three of them, raising a brow, and glared at them, “What?” 
Heeseung slowly faced back to the TV, “I ain’t saying anything.” 
“I am,” Sunghoon chimed in, “We all saw how you eyed her.” 
Jake quickly shook his head, realizing the situation he got put in, “It’s not like that! She just grew up a lot more than I was expecting.” 
That wasn’t helping Jake’s case. Jay was just getting more pissed. 
“Dude,” Jay narrowed his eyes, “That’s my little sister.”
“Who is also like a little sister to us,” Heeseung added in. 
“Who passed you the baton?” Jake groaned, finger pointing at Heeseung and eyes looking between all his best friends, “Why are you all on my ass?” 
“Off limits.” Jay said, bringing in the old rule from childhood, “Nothing has changed.” 
Jake rolled his eyes, slouching into the couch, “Obviously! Trust me, I am not interested, like a little sister, remember?” 
“Good. Goes for all three of you, she’s off limits.” 
The conversation ended there. The last thing Jay needed was having to pull any of his friends off you. He was way too protective of you and knew his friends way too well, mostly after the sex demons they became after graduating. It was already bad enough in high school, but with the freedom college gave the four of them along with the parties and of course, females…
Jay had to protect you at all costs. And he would always stand by it. 
Jake’s hands trembled as he stood in front of your bedroom door. He’s stood by your door many times as a child growing up, always kicking your door open and running away with Jay, Heeseung, and Sunghoon, before you could shout at them for annoying you. 
But obviously, you all weren’t children anymore. So why was Jake so scared to simply knock on your door?
Jay decided to start grilling before your parents got home so that it would be ready or almost ready by the time they walked in. 
Your parents arrived just at the right time as the steak was almost done grilling. 
The three boys sat at the picnic table outside by the portal heater and set up the plates while Jay stood by the grill, grilling away. 
Your parents hugged each of the boys, welcoming them into their home like old times. 
“Oh, where is Y/N? Jongseong?” your mother asked sweetly, placing a kiss on his cheek, “I saw her car outside.” 
“She’s napping,” Jay said, turning over the steaks, “Everything is ready, so someone should go wake her.” 
Heeseung and Sunghoon were already way too busy talking to your dad to notice what Jay said, your mother ultimately decided she’ll go wake you.
“Mom! No no no!” Jay quickly spat, “Go sit down, you just got off work, I’ll make one of the boys do it.” 
Your mother sweetly smiled, “Are you sure? I can do it.” 
Jake quickly stood from the table, placing a hand on her shoulder, “I’ll go get her, Mrs. Park, please sit.” 
She quickly pulled Jake into another hug, “Such a sweet boy like always!” 
And that’s how he found himself at your door. The sounds of the laughter of his friends and basically his second family echo from the background as he continues to hover his trembling fist at your door. 
“Come on, Sim…” he whispered, trying to hype himself up, “She’s the same girl you grew up with.” 
Jake’s knuckles made contact with the wooden door, leaning himself closer to listen for any movements. 
Nothing. 
He knocked again but a bit louder, “Y/N?” silence. Another knock, “Hey, Y/N?” 
There was shuffling on the other side, the door opening too quickly. You and Jake were now face to face, barely inches apart. 
Oh lord was Jake’s heart racing. 
You were in your favorite pair of sweatpants and an old tee shirt back from high school with the school's logo on it. Your hair was slightly messy from sleeping and had on the same pair of glasses you wore growing up. 
Jake was weak. He always loved your glasses growing up. Thinking they shaped your face nicely and made you look really cute. Of course, he’d never tell you this, he just always made fun of you like the other boys did. 
Jake quickly stepped back, giving you space. 
You yawned and did a small stretch, “What’s up?” 
“Umm,” Jake quickly looked away from you, too scared you’d see how his heart was practically bursting through his chest, “Your parents are home, and dinner is ready.” 
Whatever tiredness you once felt was out the window at the mention of Jay’s dinner. 
“Okay! Let me change and I’ll be downstairs.” You closed the door quickly, not wanting to miss a second away from the delicious dinner. 
Jake made his way back down the stairs and outside, shoving his hands into his jacket pocket as he sat back down. 
Jay raised a brow, “My sister?” 
Jake shrugged, “She’s coming. Said she was going to change.” 
As if on cue, you slid open the glass door, quickly embracing your mother. 
You wrap your arms around her from behind, surprising her. 
“Hello, mom!” 
She quickly turned around to hug you properly, “Oh my sweet girl! I’ve missed you!” 
You smile, the familiar smell of her rose perfume fills your nose, “I’ve missed you too momma.” 
“Jongseong, come over here too!” your mother waved your brother over, pulling the both of you into a tight hug, “It’s been so long since I have had both my children home. I’m so happy you’re here:” 
Jake and the others smiled at you three.
Once your mother released you from her arms, Jay sat down across from Jake, leaving you a spot between him and your mother. 
Before sitting down you hugged your father and gave a wave to Heeseung and Sunghoon. 
“Good to see you back to the land of the living,” Heeseung teased, “We thought you’d died.” 
You roll your eyes, “Haha, very funny.” 
Jake took a moment to take in your new outfit. Hair was nicely brushed, tight skinny jeans with rips at the knees, and a baby blue long-sleeve shirt that hugged your torso snug, perfectly shaping your breasts. His eyes not leaving you until you sit down, and then his eyes go to his plate of food. 
Jay glances at his best friend, eyes shifting to you, then back at him.
“We can finally eat now that Y/N decided to grace us with her presence,” Jake teased, finally digging into his food. God he was blessed to have Jay as one of his best friends. 
You reached under the table and kicked Jake’s shin, him only laughing more than before. 
“Just like old times! You kids never change!” your father smiled, lifting his beer for a cheer. 
Jake tossed and turned, eventually ending up on his back staring up at the ceiling. 
The thoughts of the outfit you wore earlier tainted his mind. The way your clothes perfectly shaped your body. 
Jake quietly covered his face with his hands, rubbing his eyes in hopes it would take the thoughts out of his head. “She’s your best friend's younger sister, what are you doing?” 
He sat up in bed, throwing the blankets off him, and carefully crawled out from the bottom bunk of the bed, trying to not make too much movement to disturb the sleeping Sunghoon above him. 
Heeseung was fast asleep on the twin-sized bed across from him, small snores escaping his lips. 
Jake took one last look around the room before carefully tip-toeing out. 
Jake remembers when Jay announced to them that his parents were buying a bunk bed to add into the spare room so that each of them had a proper place to sleep besides sharing the twin-sized bed or having an air mattress. 
Mostly after the four of them got into middle school, no one wanted to share a bed anymore. 
It was a blessing, even more of a blessing that the Park’s kept the spare room just the same after all these years. 
Jake opened and closed the door with such grace praying to be quiet enough to not wake anyone. Carefully walking down the hallway, stopping at the foot of the stairs, swearing he heard something, looking up them. 
The moonlight gave enough light to show how empty the upstairs was, Jake shrugged off the noise he heard and went to the kitchen. 
You quietly opened your door, making sure to not disturb any sleeping body, specifically your parents since they needed to be up early for another full day of work. 
The nap you took earlier in the day completely messed up your night's rest. You tossed and turned in your bed hoping for sleep to find you but never did. Hoping for a few bites of the leftover barbecue and some water will help you chase the sheep. 
You tip-toed to the stairs, carefully and slowly making your way down them, eyeing down the hallway as you made your way to the kitchen, making sure no one else was awake. 
You turned the corner of the kitchen, fingers flipping the light switch on. Once the lights came on, your heart nearly dropped to your stomach. 
You swore you jumped ten feet in the air, “Oh sweet god, what the fuck Jake?!?” you whispered loudly. 
What the fuck indeed. 
Jake was pressed against the counter, the water bottle he once held in his hand was now on the floor and the liquid completely covered him. 
He took a few deep breaths, hand clenching his now wet shirt, feeling his heartbeat. 
“You scared the shit out of me, Y/N.” 
You raised a brow at him, “I scared you? I nearly had a heart attack!” 
Jake relaxed against the counter, his hands now gripping the counter behind him, “That makes two of us.” 
You ran your hands down your face, taking a deep breath in, before dropping your arms back at your side, “Why are you even up?” 
Jake’s face was glued to you, his eyes turning dark. 
You just looked at him, “What?” It wasn’t until you crossed your arms that you realized what he was staring at. 
You remembered what you were wearing. Sweatpants that hung loosely at your hips and a black sports bra. 
Jake didn’t notice it at first, mostly not after the surprise of you scaring him half to death, but after he finally looked at you is when he noticed. 
The way your breasts were exposed and practically spilling out of the top of your sports bra, how loosely your sweatpants hang. Oh, the thoughts running through his head. 
The way all he would have to do is barely slip his fingers at the fabric of your pants to remove them from your hips. The access his lips would have to your tits as he slid his against your heat. 
Jake didn’t even realize how hard he was staring at you, looking like a meal he could easily eat up. 
Normally you’d run out of the kitchen and back up the stairs full of embarrassment, but something about the way Jake was looking at you made your knees weak. 
Your body moved on its own, walking closer to him. His hands gripped the counter, knuckles turning white and his heart rate accelerating. It wasn’t until you were a couple of inches away from him that he realized what was happening. 
You could easily see the tint in his shorts growing. All it took for him to see you like this to get so hard?
Jake watched as your eyes dropped to his crotch, and slowly made eye contact with him. 
Oh how hard it was for him to keep his hands to himself. 
“Jake,” you whispered. You, yourself, want to put your hands on him. 
From the moment you saw him, Sunghoon, and Heeseung in the living room earlier this afternoon, you’ve had to admit you were attracted to them, especially Jake. He was no longer the icky boy you grew up with. He’s a man, looking at you like a woman, not the little girl you once were. 
You whisper his name again, moving your hand to touch his bicep, but stopping halfway. 
“Y/N, touch me and I can’t promise to behave myself.” His Aussie came out thicker in that moment, filled with lust and want. 
You wanted to test his boundaries and see if he would actually misbehave. 
Your cold fingers brushed his bicep, and that’s all it took for his hands to fly to your hips, switching positions and pinning you against the counter, his hard length now pressed to your aching core, hands gripping your hips. 
Jake felt as if he was on autopilot, moving against you as if it were second nature to him. 
Jake’s mind has been going wild since the moment you walked through the front door. 
He wasn’t expecting the woman he had pressed to his body. 
Jake was still expecting the little girl he used to tease. The little girl he would gang up on with his friends. The little girl he would scrunch his nose at when he’d see you in the halls at school as you’d pass by him. The little girl Jay would rant about if another boy looked at you in a romantic way. The little nerdy girl who got straight A’s and never skipped a day of school in your life even if you were sick. 
Jake never expected to see you so grown. To see how your body changed and filled in. The way you style your hair and the taste of fashion you have now. How your tits naturally fall and how your ass fits so perfectly in any pants you’ve worn today. 
Oh, Jake was a mess. And oh how badly he wanted to make a mess out of you. 
You kept your eyes locked with Jake’s, honestly loving how seen you felt by him right now. 
“Thought you were going to behave?” you whispered, your hands now gripping the counter behind you. 
“I told you the consequences of your actions if you’d touch me, and here we are.” 
You let a small laugh leave your lips, rolling your hips against him. 
Jake groaned, resting his forehead against yours, grinding himself back onto you, “What are you trying to do here, Y/N?” 
You bit your lips, trying to hold back the sounds threatening to escape your mouth from the pleasure of his dick just rubbing against you. 
“Are you trying to get me in trouble with your brother? Huh?” Jake whispered, dropping his head to the side of yours, lips brushing against your ear, rolling his hips a bit harder than the last, “He’s already on my ass from the way I’ve been eye fucking you today.” 
Your knees buckled, Jake not letting your weight drop with the grip he has on your hips. 
“You’re being such a bad girl right now, Y/N, disobeying your brother's wishes so easily just to get a feel of my dick.”
Your brain was going fuzzy at his words, trying to focus on the sound of his breathing to keep you in reality. 
Jake’s hands drop down to your ass, squeezing the fat as he thrust his hips against you. Your breath hitched at his touch, knees buckling again. 
You wanted to feel his hands everywhere, to feel his lips on yours and against your skin. 
You turn your head towards him, wanting to find his lips, only to be met with his hands leaving your ass, body no longer pressed against yours and him taking a couple of steps away from you. 
Jake’s chest raised and fell with each deep breath he took, eyes glued to the floor as he ran his fingers through his dark hair. 
“We can’t be doing this,” he finally said between deep breaths.
No matter how badly Jake wanted to lead you up those stairs and push you face down into your pillows, he couldn’t betray his best friend like that. Couldn’t betray that trust. 
You nodded in agreement, taking your own deep breaths to steady out your heart rate, “You’re right, we can’t be.” 
You relaxed your body, pushing yourself off the counter, eyes darting to the fridge. 
You grabbed a water bottle, walking past Jake as you exited the kitchen, stopping right past him. 
“Jake,” you whispered, looking back at him. Jake stared back at you with lustful eyes, praying you’d jump his bones right here, right now, “Make sure you pick up that bottle and clean any water that got anywhere, mom will kill you if you don’t clean your mess.” 
And with that, you left him alone in the kitchen. 
Jake didn’t realize he was holding his breath until he heard your footsteps going up the stairs. He quickly cleaned up the spill and threw away the bottle.
Jake made his way back to the hallway, stopping at the door of the spare room, and seeing the bulge in his shorts. 
“Fuck,” he whispered, eyes going straight to the bathroom door. 
He locked himself in, pulling his shirt over his head and to the floor, quickly dropping his shorts and boxers down to his ankles. 
His cock pulsating and red, precum leaking from the tip. 
Jake took himself into his hand, pumping himself slowly. Head leaning back against the wall, mouth slightly open. 
Jake stared at himself in the mirror, watching as stroked himself, hand picking up speed. 
His hand wasn’t enough, and as guilty as he already felt, he imagined his hand was yours. Imagine how your hand would be wrapped around his thick cock, thumb spreading his precum around the tip. He imagined how it’d feel to how your lips on his neck, kissing down his chest and torso until your lips wrapped around his cock, tongue licking up and down his shaft. 
Jake had to bite down on his lips to keep his moans quiet, whining at the sensation of the twitch his dick made, so close to release. 
He whispered, “I’m cumming Y/N…I’m cum-“ 
Before he could finish his words, his cum was dripping down his hand. 
Jake slowed his hand movement, chasing his high. 
He looked down at his mess, taking deep breaths and relaxing against the wall. 
“Fuck…oh fuck…” 
Jake knew thinking of you while he got himself off would only make this sexual frustration worse. How was he going to survive the next two weeks? He barely survived the first day. 
If you weren’t awkward around Jake before, you sure are now. 
You barely slept at all last night because of the hard-boiled embarrassment you felt. 
You came onto your older brother's best friend?! What were you even thinking? You can already see how pissed off Jay would be if he found out what happened last night. 
You knew what happened was just a one-time thing. Some weird thing that happened because of your choices. 
But the way Jake looked at you…how his eyes spoke for him…it clouded your mind. 
When you walked into the kitchen that morning, Jake, Sunghoon, and Heeseung sat at the kitchen table yelling and pushing each other while your brother stood at the stove flipping pancakes. 
Jay was the first to notice you, “Aye, good morning stinks.” 
Three other pairs of eyes fell onto you, feeling Jake’s gaze specifically. 
You walked to your brother, taking a glance at the pancakes, “When will they be ready?” Your mouth was practically watering just by looking at them. Maybe it was a good idea to come back home, all for Jay’s cooking. 
“Soon, go sit down with everyone else, impatient.” 
You stuck your tongue out at him, crossing your arms, “How can I not be impatient when I don’t get to have your cooking anymore?” 
Jay rolled his eyes, “Maybe if you came home more often-“
“Okay, whatever corn lover.” You scoff, “You win.” 
Jay chuckled at his victory, telling you once again to sit down. 
You grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, eyes landing back at the spot Jake had you pressed against just the night before. 
Jake took notice of your stare on the spot. Covering his mouth with his fingers, eyes staring down at your legs and how your ass is barely covered by your shorts. 
It’s like you were trying to tempt him. 
Sunghoon also noticed your stare at the counter, raising a brow in concern, “You good over there Y/N?” 
The thoughts of last night faded from your mind as you turned around to face him, smiling with a “Mmhmm! Just lost in thought!” 
Oh, Jake couldn’t help but tease you, “What’s up with that spot to get so lost in thought about?” 
He did not. 
You narrow your eyes at him, the shit-eating grin that spread across his face pissed you off. 
While the others giggled and went back to their normal business, you kept your eyes on Jake. Fully watching as his eyes traveled down your body. 
If he wants to play games, you’ll play back. 
You walked back over to Jay, leaning yourself onto the counter, knowing full well your shorts will ride up, showing off your ass cheeks. 
Jake clenched his fist in his lap, biting down on his fingers at his mouth, feeling his dick start to harden. 
The way your shorts lifted to show the small amount of fat from your ass, basically showing off to Jake that you were either wearing a thong or…nothing at all underneath. 
You slightly shifted your weight between your legs, the small jiggle of your ass made him clench his fist tighter, having to completely cover his arm over his bulge. 
Jake knew he couldn’t get up and walk out of the kitchen, not with his raging boner on full display. Everyone would clown him. 
This was the consequence of pushing his luck. Now he’s got to suffer with it. 
You turned your head back to look at him, seeing the way he twitched in his seat and how his jaw was clenched tightly. The look he was giving you, the same hungry look from last night, but worse. 
It was enough to dampen your shorts. 
Jake knew he had to turn the situation around, to drop it entirely, “Hey Jay!” 
You quickly twisted yourself around, looping your fingers at the back of your shorts to pull them down, seeing the smug look that now played on Jake’s face. 
It was a powerful move to get your brother's attention, knowing Jay would turn around along with Sunghoon and Heeseung's attention being brought in this direction. 
Checkmate. 
You nearly jumped for joy when you found out all the boys would be leaving the house for the day to see their families, Jay going along with them. 
You decided since now the house was empty and you’d be alone means the massive TV in the living room finally being free. 
You pulled Netflix on the TV and skipped your way into the kitchen, pushing a bag of popcorn into the microwave, watching the timer go down as you grabbed a bowl for the popcorn, fingers barely holding the bag to drop them into the bowl. 
You dropped onto the couch, popping the corn into your mouth, free hand searching for something to watch. 
There was a show your best friend from college told you about not too long ago, but you couldn’t for the life of you remember the name of it. 
You looked on the coffee table, searched the couch, and couldn’t find your phone anywhere. 
“Where could it be…” 
You set the popcorn bowl on the coffee table, rushing upstairs into your room, and finding the device sitting on your bed. You snatched it up quickly, shooting your friend a quick text as you made your way back down the stairs, the sound of the spare bathroom door opening nearly sent your soul into orbit. 
You found yourself standing across the hall from Jake, him shooting the same confused look back at you. 
“What?” he raised a brow, “Why are you looking at me like that?” 
You pointed a finger at him, “Why aren’t you with the boys?” 
Jake got more confused, “Why would I be?” 
“Don’t you need to see your family? Ya know while you’re back home?” you retort.
Jake chuckled, “Honey, how can I visit my family if they’re on vacation in Australia?”
You…didn’t think of that. You just assumed his family would be here in town too. 
You fidgeted with your shorts, suddenly embarrassed for thinking you’d be home alone. 
Jake looked down at your legs, the thoughts from earlier in the morning coming back to his head. 
You caught him looking, a smirk playing on your face, “You sure have a staring problem, Sim Jaeyun.” 
His eyes whipped up to yours, the corners of his lips curving, “You really want to play this game right now, Park Y/N? When there’s no one else here?” 
You came back to the realization that the two of you were alone. 
Jake walked over to you, arms stretched out at his sides, corning you between himself and the railing of the staircase. 
Jake knew this was wrong, but the stunt you pulled this morning had him taking a thirty-minute shower after breakfast just to beat himself off to release that tension. 
“I’m asking you this again, what are you trying to pull, Y/N?” 
You were at a loss for words because you weren’t sure what you were trying to pull. You want to respect your brother's “off limits” wishes towards his friends, but god damn at the same time, you were so attracted to Jake. 
He has always been a good-looking kid, you always found him so adorable, but once middle and high school came around and he started to finally fill into his body properly, the more attractive he became and the girls around school knew it too. The last time you saw him was his high school graduation, and boy did those years make him one of the sexiest men you’ve ever seen. 
“Turning me on in front of my friends and your brother? So dirty.” 
You clenched your thighs together, trying to hide the arousal you were feeling, except nothing could get past Jake. 
“You want me,” he whispered with a smirk, leaning his body closer to yours, “You want me so bad.” 
Jake had to admit seeing you like this was such a turn-on. The way he’s got you clenching your thighs and hasn't even laid a hand on you. 
God he wanted to touch you again, have your body pressed close against his, feeling your tits squish to his chest and hands grasping your ass. 
Him being alone in this house with you was dangerous. 
Day two and still basically a full two weeks left to go. 
But he can’t fold, no matter what. 
You saw how quickly Jake’s face changed, how the lust left his eyes and was replaced with the soft puppy dog eyes he normally has. 
And you knew why. 
Jay. 
“Maybe we need to stay clear from each other,” you said, slipping under his arm and up a few steps on the stairs, “Like you said last night, we can’t be doing this.” 
Jake knew it was the right thing to do. Besides, once these two weeks are over and he goes back to college, things will go back to normal, right? No thoughts of his best friend's little sister fucking him into oblivion. 
He nodded, pushing himself off the stairs, “But unfortunately we can’t completely ignore each other, that’ll be more suspicious than anything.” 
“Right,” you knew the moment your brother caught onto the two of you ignoring each other he’d known something was up. Thankfully for you, nothing has really happened between you and Jake, just some dry humping, dirty talk on Jake’s end, and him grabbing your ass in the kitchen on top of you teasing him this morning. No big deal! “We just need to act like how we used to do, like when we were kids.” 
Jake softly smiled at you, “That’ll be an easy thing to do, right, stinks?” 
You rolled your eyes and stomped up the stairs, “I’m so sick of that name.” 
Jake couldn’t hold back his laugh, seeing the popcorn bowl you left on the table, “I’m stealing your popcorn!” he yelled, shoving some of the buttery goodness into his mouth. But the only response he got was the sound of your door slamming. 
What Jake thought would be easy ended up being the hardest thing. 
He couldn’t look at you without the thought of laying face first into your bed running across his mind. 
Talking to you was a small challenge in itself. Mostly because Jay, Sunghoon, and Heeseung were always right there. Jake felt like their eyes were secretly judging him, watching his every move when probably in reality there was nothing but elevator music going on in their heads the entire time. But he still couldn’t help but feel like an ant under a microscope and had to watch how he looked at you or spoke to you. 
The four of them grew up teasing you, calling you silly names, spitting their watermelon speeds at you during the hot summers while you all played outside, and even when they would throw snow at you when you five would play outside in the cold. You were really like a little sister to them, basically family. So why was staying clear from you so hard? It was easy as kids. What was so different now besides how grown up you were now?
It was now Monday, four days into the small vacation at your parents and still all this week and a full week after that to be here. The last couple of days have been…somewhat of a struggle for you and Jake. 
You acted normal when everyone was around, but still couldn’t help but steal glances at Jake, sometimes already catching him looking at you. 
After that day you were both alone, you stayed in your room at night, already having some snacks and water up on your nightstand so you wouldn’t have to carefully sneak yourself back downstairs and run into Jake again. 
There’s only been a few times where walking past him was a challenge, mostly in the living room trying to find a seat to sit down or in the kitchen when everyone is putting food on their plates at dinner time. 
Small touches of your hands grazing from reaching for cups or when you walk past each other in the crowded kitchen and living room. Nothing too big that anyone would really notice…or so you hoped. 
Jay nudged your shoulder with his, “What’s up Stink?” 
You looked up at your brother, “Huh?” 
Jay raised a brow at you, “Y/N, you’ve been twirling your spoon around your cereal for like five minutes now.”
You thinned your lips into a line, looking back down at your cereal that is more than likely soggy now, “I was, wasn’t I?” 
You dropped the spoon in the bowl, excusing yourself from the breakfast table and walking the bowl to the sink.
Jay crossed his arms and slid back into his chair, “You not going to tell me what is going on?” 
Your heart dropped, does he know? Does he know you and Jake have been acting not completely normal? 
“I’m just really tired today is all,” you decided to play it off, hoping your worst fear wasn’t happening. Dumping out your wasted cereal and washing the bowl and spoon, “I also didn’t sleep much last night, could hear your snoring from next door.” 
Jay, who now appeared at your side, chuckled, taking the bowl from your hands and a towel from the cabinet, “Was I really snoring that loud last night? I was exhausted. Heeseung spam called me saying they all could hear it from the guest room downstairs.” 
Score! He doesn’t know. 
You watched as he placed the now clean bowl back into its home in the cabinet and placed the towel over the rack to dry, “Damn, even Heeseung heard it? How is your throat not dry as hell?” 
Jay flicked his finger against your forehead, laughing as you winced and one hand went to your head while the other balled into a fist and reached across to punch your brother in the chest. 
His bright smile was enough to completely change your mood, taking whatever negative energy that was balling up to release and escape back to wherever it came from. Jay always had this effect on you, it was one of his best sibling traits. 
But that didn’t stop you from still trying to square up with him. 
And you failed…horribly. 
Heeseung and Sunghoon walked into the kitchen at the perfect time for Jay to put you into a headlock between his biceps, “Say you're sorry,” he said in a teasing tone, “And I’ll let you go.” 
Even with the laughing fit you were in, you still didn’t give up. Hands gripping his arms in attempts to get yourself free, “Never!” You chanted, “You snore like an old man!” 
Heeseung and Sunghoon shared glances before walking around the two of you wrestling to grab their own bowls of cereal and sitting at the table. 
Jake was the last to pile into the kitchen, stopping abruptly at the fight in the kitchen. 
“Just walk around them,” Sunghoon mentioned, “We did.” 
Jake carefully walked around the two of you who now sat on the floor. 
You had your arms and legs wrapped around your brother, his back to your chest. But he had your back pressed against the island, his shoes digging into the floor to help him use all his weight towards his chest to keep you against the island. 
Jake carefully made his way to the table, sitting down beside his other two friends, “Have they been fighting long?” Jake asked, too scared to even prepare himself his own bowl of sugar. 
Heeseung shrugged, “We found them like this when we got here.” 
Sunghoon groaned, “Should we break it up now? Probably been going on for long enough.” 
“Hey!” Heeseung shouted. You and Jay stop wiggling around, eyes now set on the table at the three friends staring back at you, “Some of us would like to eat our breakfast in peace.” 
“That sucks,” you joked, tightening your grip on your brother. Jay pushing his weight back onto you. 
While Heeseung and Sunghoon seemed to completely discard the two siblings, Jake couldn’t help but smile fondly at you two. 
He dropped his jaw into his palm, his smile only growing wider. This moment felt like old times when you were all children. 
But that happy feeling soon faded and was replaced with fear when your mother walked into the kitchen. Jake never sat up straight so fast. Even Heeseung and Sunghoon stopped slouching. 
“Park Jongseong! Park Y/N! What are you doing?!” 
You and Jay got up from the floor, standing side by side in front of your mother. 
“Aren’t you supposed to be at work?” Jay quickly asked with his, sorry for wrestling my baby sister on your clean kitchen floor mom, it won’t happen again, awkward smile. 
Your mother placed her hands on her hips, “Am I not allowed to have a day off from work?” 
Heeseung scooted his chair closer to the table, leaning against it in a way to get as close as possible to the conversation, him eating his cereal as if it were popcorn, and you guys were the movie. 
Sunghoon followed Heeseung, him pulling at Jake’s hoodie to pull him close too. 
“I think what Jay means mom, is that we weren’t expecting you to have the day off.” You elbowed your brother's ribs, a small oof leaving his lips from the pain. 
Your mother relaxed, looking between the two of you, “Your father has a company party tonight up at that new fancy hotel a couple of towns over, we are leaving now to get there at a decent time. We are packing as we speak.” 
“Wait, you're not coming home tonight?” Jay asked with a hint of shenanigans in his tone. 
Oh boy…
She shook her head, “The party is ending too late, so we are staying at the hotel and coming home tomorrow morning.” 
Jay didn’t even hide the fact that he had some kind of bullshit cooking up in his head as he turned and faced his friends, a smirk forming. 
You leaned back, glancing at his friends, trying to decipher whatever secret language they were using to communicate with their eyes.
Before your mother could protest whatever shenanigans your brother was planning, your father stumbled into the kitchen. 
“Boys, I need your help. The mail just came.” your father said, pointing his index finger at each of the three boys one by one, “It’s a big one.” 
“Are we building something, Mr. Park?” Heeseung asked, already standing up from the table. 
Your father nodded with a big smile, “We bought a hot tub for the back porch.” 
You sat at the picnic table, cold hands shoving into your hoodie pocket, watching as the three boys hovered around Sunghoon who held the directions to the hot tub. 
“When your dad said he got a hot tub that he needed help setting up, I thought he meant he was going to be a part of helping…” Jake sighed, shoving his hands into his jean pockets. 
Jay also sighed, “Yeah, trust me. He put his whole faith into us with this one. Not to mention one person is just watching while we struggle.” 
The three boys looked at you. You sat up straighter, smiling at them, and waved, “Dad never told me to help.” 
Each of them glared at you before going back to the instruction booklet. 
You were surprised your parents even bought the hot tub. Mostly since it would only be the two of them using it up until the spring came when it got too hot for it. Plus you and the boys would only be able to use it while you were visiting. But it’s their money, not yours. They can do what they please. 
“Wait,” Heeseung said, picking up one of the hard plastic pieces, “I figured it out.” 
The boys, sooner than later, had the hot tub built. It was a beautiful oak brown wood color with six seats and came with massaging capabilities with cool lights at the bottom for when it was dark out. It was small, and everyone’s legs would get all tangled up, but beautiful nevertheless. 
The next step was setting up the pumps. Which racked the boy's brains too hard, causing them to sit at the picnic table with you. 
“My brain hurts,” Heeseung said rubbing his temples, “I need a break.” 
Sunghoon’s eyes lit up quickly, he sat up on the bench, hands slapping onto the table, “Tell us your plan, Jay!” 
Jake’s attention also drew in, curious as well, “Yeah what’s the plan?” 
Heeseung looked up at his friends, also waiting. 
You looked at your brother, “Are you talking about whatever hidden language you three stooges had while in the kitchen earlier?” 
“How dare you compare us to the three stooges!” Sunghoon snapped, reaching over to flick your forehead, but you were too quick, swatting his hand away. 
“Can’t tell me I am wrong?” you retort, “Anyways, spill the beans.” 
Jay looked between his two friends, “Might as well tell her,” Jake shrugged, “She’s already onto us.” 
You shook your brother’s shoulder, “SPILL!” 
“Party,” he sighed, shrugging you off, “We are going out tonight.” 
You raised a brow, switching glances between the three idiots, “And you were trying to keep that a secret…why?”
“We couldn’t go to parties when we lived here?” Jay sassed. 
“That didn’t stop you from sneaking out your window and jumping into Heeseung’s car?” you threw back, “You’re adults now, you think our parents can stop you?” 
Jake released a giggle, “Your mother actually called Jay on the drive here telling him no drinking while we are here.” 
You shrugged, your mother was always against drinking and going to parties. It’s what caused Jay and yourself to sneak out half of your high school lives. Your dad caught Jay sneaking in through the front door once and that’s all it took for him to start using his bedroom window and bribing you to keep your mouth shut until the first time you snuck out and couldn’t get back inside due to your window closing while you were out having no choice but to call him to let you inside. 
“Anyways, yeah we are going out to a club, possibly bar hop. Just depends.” Jay shrugged it off as if it were no big deal. 
“Cool, when are we leaving?” You asked, fully invested in going. 
Jay scoffed, “Who said you can come?” 
You scrunch your nose at your brother, “I am an adult, if you tell me no I could always drive myself and follow you guys.” 
Heeseung chuckled, “She’s got a point, might as well let her come.”
You gave your brother a smug look, “See?”
“Fine, jeez!” he groaned. 
“Plus, maybe you’ll get lucky and someone else can take me off your hands.” you wiggled your eyebrows, hoping they picked up what you were putting down. 
Jake was the first one that pick it up. Chills being sent down his body. Eyes darting between you and Jay, then it finally clicked in his head. 
“No!” Jay snapped, “Not happening, keeping you in my sight.” 
You rolled your eyes, knowing damn well once you all get to the club or bar and get some alcohol in your system Jay can’t stop anything. 
Heeseung slapped his hands on the table, “Anyways, enough of that! Let’s get these pumps on the hot tub working so we can get ready to leave, there’s five of us that have to get ready and lord knows we will need that time.” 
Sure enough, the boys got the hot tub up and running smoothly in no time. 
“Wear the fucking jacket Y/N!” Jay snapped, yelling over the loud music from the club, shoving his jacket in your face.
“I said no!” you snapped back at your brother, shoving his jacket out of the way. 
“Dude,” Heeseung rolled his eyes, “did you not notice her outfit when we got in the car?!” 
Jay sent daggers shooting at the older, “I was in the driver's seat dumbass! We were running late on leaving!” 
You crossed your arms, looking down at your outfit. It wasn’t even bad? You had on your favorite faded blue ripped skinny jeans with fishnet tights underneath. You had on a long-sleeved crop top that was just above your belly button and in a v-neck style, shoving off your breasts, and your long hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail. 
“Besides, it looks like a completely normal outfit!” Jay once again tried shoving the jacket at you. 
“Dude!” you pushed his hands away once again, “There isn’t anything wrong with my outfit!” 
Jay looked at each of his friends to help convince you, his eyes landing on Jake last. Jake just shrugged his shoulders, “Your sister man.” 
Jake on the one hand had no problem with your outfit, it was cute, it was sexy, and it showed off all your curves, not to mention it made your tits and ass look GREAT. On the other hand, he can see Jay’s frustration. The moment any of the guys would take their eyes off you, another man would make his move. 
“Jesus Christ I’m ordering us shots I can’t take this bickering,” Sunghoon said with a roll of his eyes as he pushed past everyone making his way to the bar. 
Jay pleaded with you with his eyes, “Y/N.” 
“Jongseong.” 
Sunghoon returned quickly with five shots, handing everyone theirs, “Let’s get fucked up tonight!” 
“Amen to that brother!” Heeseung shouted, “CHEERS!” 
Everyone clacked the shot glasses together and then drank down the shot. 
It’s been a while since you drank last, already making a promise to yourself to not go overboard. 
Sunghoon collected the glasses and set them on the table next to you all. 
Jay wouldn’t take his eyes off you and you shot darts into his soul. 
He opened his mouth to say something, his eyes looking away from you for a second, his mouth hanging open at whatever sight he saw behind you. 
You raised a brow, turning behind you to see what he was staring at, “Wow, and you want ME to cover up?” 
Granted, the female your brother was going heart eye for was beautiful, she just happened to be showing off a lot more skin than you. She had a matching black crop top and skirt with black boots. It was a cute outfit, no wonder it got Jay’s attention. 
She was also staring back at your brother, even giving him a little wave. 
“Oh shit man,” Sunghoon nudged his arm, “Go get her.” 
Jay ran a hand through his dyed hair, walking in her direction, “Put this on, I’ll be right back,” he dropped the jacket on the top of your head and disappeared into the crowd towards the female. 
You pulled the jacket off you, dropping it down onto the table, “I need more alcohol.” 
You walked away from the boys, only for the three of them to follow directly behind you to the counter of the bar, “Don’t you guys have girls to be going after?” 
Heeseung chuckled, wrapping an arm around your shoulders while he leaned against the counter, “We came here to drink, Y/N, and that’s exactly what we are doing.” 
You pulled Heeseung off you, “Can’t you do that somewhere else?” 
Sunghoon leaned closer to you, “You trying to get rid of us?” he gave you his famous smirk, and oh man did you want to punch him. 
“Duh?” you said matter of fact, “Isn’t it obvious?” 
“Yeah, Sunghoon,” Heeseung said, slinging his arm back around you, “She wants to get laid tonight, she can’t be seen with three other guys hovering around her.” 
Jake didn’t like this conversation nor did he want to hear it. In hopes of changing the vibes, he called the bartender over. “Can we get a couple of rounds of shots please?”
The bartender nodded, “Coming right up!” 
You once again removed Heeseung from you, getting more irritated by the second. You didn’t know what was more annoying, your brother, or his friends. 
The eight shots were placed in front of you all, everyone taking one into their hands.
“Cheers!” Jake calmly said, once again clacking the glasses together before slurping down the liquid. 
You set the glass down and then dropped your head into your hand, this wasn’t how you wanted the night to go. You expected to drink with the boys, yeah, but you weren’t expecting them to be up your ass. 
“Is that who I think it is?” Heeseung asked, pointing a finger down the bar. 
Everyone shifted their gaze looking in the direction Heeseung was pointing at. 
“No way!” you gasped, leaning your head more into your hand, “Is that Choi Yeonjun?!” 
As if hearing his name being called from across the bar, he turned and faced your direction, his eyes wandering between the four of you. He gave a small wave, his eyes lingering on you. Way too long for Jake’s liking. 
The more shots Jake ordered, and the more the liquid courage went down your throat, the more you wanted to walk over to Yeonjun. 
“Are you going to keep giving him heart eyes or are you gonna actually go talk to him?” Sunghoon said with a roll of his eyes, taking another shot down. 
You tucked your lip between your teeth, slightly pulling at your ponytail while making eye contact with Yeonjun, him giving you a few winks and his own lip bite to flirt back. 
It was driving Jake up a wall. 
“Should I?” you asked, “Haven’t seen him since he graduated a few years before you guys.” 
Yeonjun used to be in band class along with the boys and even lived the next street over from you and Jay before he moved away after graduation. He wasn’t close with the boys since he had his friend group, but they all hung out a few times from what you could remember. 
“Y/N, maybe you shouldn’t,” Jake said, taking a small step closer to you as he eyed Yeonjun. 
“Why not?” you stood from the bar, causing Jake to bring his eyes back to you. You adjusted your shirt, pulling it slightly down to reveal your tits a bit more. 
Jake clenched his jaw at the sight, seeing how your tits slightly jiggled from you adjusting your shirt, and the fact Yeonjun was about to see it up close and personal wasn’t sitting right with him. 
“How do I look?” you asked, turning and looking at each of them for their opinions. 
“You look hot, now go talk to him before some other girl beats you to it!” Heeseung said, quickly pushing you away from them, which gave you no other choice but to walk over to him. 
Once you were far enough away, Jake glared at Heeseung. 
“Dude what?” he scoffed, “She came here for this reason. Jay ain’t even around, relax.” 
That’s not the point.
“Come on, let’s go back to the table, I’m tired of standing,” Sunghoon said, collecting the leftover full shots, “Hee, Jake, order us some beer or something.” 
“Well, hello there,” Yeonjun said, pulling you into a hug, “It’s been what? three-four years?” 
You nodded into his shoulder, “It’s really been a while hasn’t it?” 
Yeonjun sat back on his bar stool, pulling the one beside him out, “Please sit.” 
Now that you are closer to him, you can see how grown-up he has gotten. Damn, what is with everyone you knew getting hit with puberty like a fucking truck? 
“Are you still friends with Soobin, Beomgyu Taehyun, and…?” 
“Huening kai?” he smiled, “Of course!” he glances around the club then looks back at you, “They are around here somewhere.” 
You came over here specifically to flirt and hopefully get dragged out of this club by him, yet you’ve found yourself at a loss for words. He’s too beautiful and sexy with how he smiles, it’s throwing you for a loop. Plus you barely knew him back in school, only the basics really. 
Yeonjun leans closer to you, placing his hand on your forearm, thumb rubbing circles, “How is your brother?” he asked, glancing behind you, “I saw you are here with Lee, Sim, and the other Park.” 
You sighed, “Jay is around here somewhere,” you said, taking a quick look around the club, just to find your eyes back on Yeonjun. 
Yeonjun sucked on his bottom lip as he stared you up and down, his eyes always landing back down onto your tits. 
Yeonjun remembers perfectly well how overprotective Jay was over his sister, so if Yeonjun wanted to get you out of your clothes, he needed to act fast before Jay caught eyes on the two of you. 
Yeonjun was so attracted to you right now. He found you cute back in school, but damn did you grow up to be such a fine woman. And with the way your friends were eyeballing him, he knew they too found you just as sexy, making him need to act even faster before one of them decided to ruin everything. 
Jake took notice of how Yeonjun was eye fucking you without a care in the world. His hand was on your arm as you two talked. Oh, it was setting him off. 
“Damn,” Heeseung said, putting his beer bottle to his lips, “You’re going to burn a hole in the guy if you keep staring at him like that.”
“Are we just going to let him touch her like that?” Jake spat out, taking his eyes off Yeonjun to look at his friends, “You both are staring at them too!!”
Sunghoon shrugged, “I am only watching to see if he can actually bag her.” 
“Dude,” Heeseung quickly said, “One hundred bucks that he fucks up somehow.” 
Jake furrowed his eyes, “What the actual fuck?” 
“What?” Sunghoon snapped, “You’re acting like Jay right now. What is up with the two of you? Huh?” 
Jake didn’t know how to answer that. He can’t tell them the sexual frustration he’s been feeling knowing one of them will let it slip to Jay either by accident or purposely.
“I am just worried about her, that's all,” Jake said, looking back over to you. 
In the time Jake had his eyes off you, Yeonjun had his stool pulled closer to you, his legs found their way between yours, his knees touching yours and hand resting on your thigh, his fingers slowly slipping between the tears of your jeans. 
Jake’s jaw locked, his hands forming into fists. 
“Jake,” Heeseung said calmly, noticing his friend's behavior, “Let’s think smart about this, ya?” 
“She is basically our family and you’re just going to stand by and let some random dude touch her like that?!” Jake snapped. 
“Jake, he isn’t some random dude, we went to school with him,” Heeseung tried to play damage control, but it wasn’t working. 
“He also had a reputation for the females he pulled into his bed!” Jake spat. 
Sunghoon let out a whistle and with a tilt of his head said, “You’re so into her.” 
Jake whipped his head around, “Would you let Yeji be in Y/N position right now?” 
Sunghoon scoffed, “Fuck no! She wouldn’t be anywhere near here!” 
“Then what’s the difference of letting the girl we grew up with be in that position right now?” 
Heeseung sighed, “Jake, what is really going on with you? You’d never bat an eye at her before.” 
I want her all to myself. Don’t want another man touching her. 
Jake looked away from his friends. Heeseung was right, he’d never thought twice about you before now, he should be supporting your choices to get laid. 
Except he wasn’t. 
Yeonjun’s hand completely slipped between the tear of your jeans, squeezing your thigh as he continued to eye fuck the shit out of you. 
And that’s all it took. 
Jake shot from the chair, his brain on autopilot. 
“JAKE!!” Both his friends called after him. Jake ignored them. 
Jake approached the two of you quickly, Yeonjun locked eyes with Jake and slid his hand out of your jeans with a disgusted look on his face clearly showing his irritation towards Jake. 
“Hey,” Jake said, his hand finding your lower back, his fingers twisting into your belt loop and slightly pulling, “Let’s go find your brother and leave, ya? We still have a few other places to check out.” 
Oh here we go, Yeonjun thought. 
“Wow, no hey Yeonjun! Long time no see! How ya been?” Yeonjun sassed, his thumb still making soft figure eights on your forearm. 
Jake burnt holes into him, “Sup, Choi, long time no see. How have you been? Cool. Bye.” 
“Jake!” you snapped at his rudeness. 
Jake’s hand found your waist, slightly pulling you again in an attempt to remove you from the stool. 
“I don’t think Y/N wants to leave,” Yeonjun glared at him.
Jake scoffed, reaching over to remove his hand from your arm, then completely wrapping around you, lifting you from the seat. 
Yeonjun clicked his tongue, “Is there a problem, Sim?” 
Jake chuckled, “Nah man,” he looked around behind Yeonjun, “Where is the rest of your rat pack huh?” 
“Jake!!” you snapped at him again. What the fuck was his problem? 
Yeonjun chuckled back, his tongue digging into the side of his cheek, standing up from the stool, “Why don’t you let miss pretty thing go and head back over to Mr. Ace and Ice Prince, ya?” 
Yeonjun reached for you, only for Jake to whip you behind him, “Don’t you fucking touch her.” 
“Come on man, trying to get my dick wet, stop gatekeeping her pussy for yourself.” 
Oh, man. 
“The fuck did you just say?!” Jake lost it, letting his grip on you go and stepping into Yeonjun’s face. 
This can’t be good, “Jake!” you gripped onto his arm, trying to yank him back, “Jake come on, let’s just go!” 
He wouldn’t budge, so you did the next best thing. Whipping your head around to find Heeseung and Sunghoon. Waving your hands to get their attention to look in your direction, eyes pleading with them. They got up immediately. 
“You heard me, Sim,” Yeonjun said, “I saw the way you’ve been staring her down all night.” 
Jake clicked his tongue, “Man, fuck off!” and Jake shoved him. 
Yeonjun shoved him back harder.  
Before Jake could swing, Heeseung wrapped his hands around Jake, “Woah woah woah!! Hoon get Y/N out of here!” Heeseung yelled as he fought to keep Jake still. 
Sunghoon wrapped his arm around your waist, trying to pull you away from the situation, “Y/N, let’s go please,” but you fought against him, “I need you safe! Please!” You stopped struggling against Sunghoon’s hold, slowly letting him back you away. 
“Jake, man listen to me,” Heeseung whipped himself in front of Jake, “Let’s just go okay? Think about Y/N, we need to get her somewhere safe, ya?” 
Jake took his eyes off Yeonjun and over to Heeseung, his body relaxing and nodding. The last thing he wants is to put you in danger or see him start a fight. 
Jake nodded, letting Heeseung push him back and turn him around. 
The moment Heeseung’s hands were off Jake and he was now at his side, Yeonjun scoffed, “Pussy shit.” 
Pussy shit?
Heeseung wasn’t fast enough to get ahold of Jake, because now his fists were balled and made contact with Yeonjun’s cheek. 
Yeonjun hunched to the side, his left hand touching the area Jake just punched him, only to quickly whip around and land a punch right on the corner of the left side of Jake’s mouth. 
“Find my brother!” You yelled, fighting against Sunghoon’s hold on you, “Find Jay!!” 
Heeseung ran into the crowd, pushing past the dancing bodies on the floor. 
Jake licked the blood that dripped down his lip, letting out an evil laugh before gripping Yeonjun’s collar of his shirt, Yeonjun took his fist full of Jake’s shirt and gave him a shove. 
“You’re fucking dead!” Jake spat, getting himself ready to throw another punch. 
Before the next moves could be made, Heeseung and Jay were at Jake’s side with Soobin and Taehyun at Yeonjun’s. 
“Hey! Hey! Hey!” Jay yelled, pushing Yeonjun off his friend and then wrapping his hands around Jake’s biceps, Heeseung doing the same in hopes of holding him back. 
Soobin and Taehyun also hand their own death grips on their older. 
“What the actual fuck is wrong with you two?!” Jay snapped, eyes darting between him and Jun, “Fighting in a club? Jesus fucking Christ.” 
Sunghoon let you go to run to his friend's side, placing his hands on Jake’s shoulders to help pull him back. 
“Let’s fucking go!” Heeseung growled, “NOW!” 
You made your way over to Jake, eyes landing on the cut on his lip. You whipped your head back around and looked at Yeonjun, seeing the bruise already starting to form on his cheek. 
Much deserved. 
Jake’s hands found your waist as he pulled you to him, giving Yeonjun one last fuck you look as he backed away. Jay also places a hand on your back, giving Yeonjun a stare himself. 
Yeonjun chuckled, taking a step forward but his friends stopped him, “Yeah! Learn to get your dog and bitch of a sister under control!” 
Yeonjun was now on the floor on his knees, spitting blood onto the tile, and blood dripping from Jay’s fist. 
You quickly ran over to your brother, pulling him away, watching as Soobin and Taehyun pulled Yeonjun up. 
“Let’s just go hyung,” Taehyun said, “You’ve drank way too much tonight.” 
With a nod from Yeonjun, he let Taehyun pull him away, Beomgyu taking Soobin’s spot as he quickly apologized to us for Yeonjun then followed behind his four friends. 
Heeseung drove home while Sunghoon sat in the passenger seat. 
You sat between Jay and Jake, your hands examining your brothers, napkins, and a bag of ice you guys got from the bar laid onto his hand. 
“I can’t believe you punched him that hard,” you said, squeezing his wrist tightly. 
“I wasn’t going to let him talk about you and Jake like that,” your brother mumbled, “couldn’t let Jake get hit again either.” he teased
“Fuck man,” Jake said, leaning his head back and tilting it to look at Jay, “I had him!” 
Everyone laughed. 
“Oh!!” Heeseung finally spoke up, pointing a finger at Sunghoon, “You owe me one hundred dollars!!” 
“Huh?” Jay questioned. 
“They made a stupid ass bet,” Jake said, rolling his eyes, “Sunghoon lost.” 
“I wouldn’t have if someone didn’t storm off.” Sunghoon snapped, whipping around in the seat to look at Jake, earning a middle finger from Jake. 
“Wasn’t going to let him continue touching Y/N like that.” 
“Thank you,” Jay said, “For watching after my sister.” 
Jake nodded, “Someone had to.” 
You rolled your eyes and sent your elbow flying into his ribs. 
Turning your attention back to Jay, you shifted the ice and napkin up to take a look at the cuts on his hand, “It’ll be bruised for awhile, you hit him pretty hard.” 
Jay just nodded, eyes getting heavy. 
“Hey,” you tap his leg, “You okay?” 
Jay smiled with a laugh, “I’m so fucking hammered, surprised I sobered up enough to stop that fight.” 
You smiled sweetly at your brother, “Let’s get you to sleep once home.” 
After the night you had, all you wanted was to try out the hot tub. 
Once you and the guys got Jay into bed, you watched as they made their way into the spare room, the door closing. 
You did get into bed, but the jitters from the fight still haunted you. And what better way to get those jitters away than to try out the brand-new hot tub? 
You quickly changed into your dark blue bikini, slipping sweatpants and a sweatshirt over your body, and quickly but quietly made your way down the stairs, into the laundry closet to grab a towel and into the kitchen, carefully unlocking and sliding the glass door open and shut. 
Turning the hot tub and pulled the cover off and the lights lit up the porch, and watched the bubbles start to form. You dropped the towel onto the table and slid out of your sweats, the cold immediately touching your skin. 
You tied your hair back into a tight bun and quickly jumped over the steps and slid your body into the warmth. 
You released a soft ahhh as the water warmed your body. 
You laid your head back onto the pillow at your seat, closing your eyes and moving your arms back and forth. 
No wonder your parents wanted a hot tub, this shit was relaxing as hell. 
The sound of the sliding glass door opening scared you, making you quickly sit up and whip around. Your eyes nearly rolled out of your sockets from how hard you rolled them. 
“Hello to you too,” Jake said snarkly, “What are you even doing up?” 
You turned back around, “Can say the same about you.” 
Jake wasn’t expecting anyone to be in the hot tub, he wanted to be alone and get out of the spare room for a few hours. After tonight a relaxing time in the hot tub sounded amazing. 
He was probably the last person you wanted to be around, yet he also couldn’t help but feel happy knowing you were also here. 
“Am I allowed to get in or??” 
You looked back over at him, giving a small nod, “Yeah, that’s fine. You’re already out here.” 
The corner of Jake’s lips curled, dropping the towel next to yours. 
His hands found the ends of his sweatshirt, pulling it up and over his body. 
You felt your face flush. Feeling as if you just saw the work of a God. 
You knew he worked out, his whole physique was proof of that. But seeing shirtless was a whole new level. 
Your eyes wandered from his chest down to his abs. Yeah, he was sculpted by the gods. 
Jake looped his fingers in his sweatpants, giving a small smirk at you staring, “Staring problem?” 
You quickly made eye contact with him, then shifted yourself back around, “No.” 
He softly laughed, dropping his sweatpants to the ground and climbing into the hot tub. 
“I am so glad I brought my swimming shorts.” 
You watched as he sat across from you, his legs sliding down beside yours. 
“Did you just, randomly pack swimming shorts?” you asked, raising an eyebrow. 
Jake laid his arms out against the top of the tub, sinking himself lower in, “Yeah. Always have to be prepared.” 
You narrowed your eyes, “It’s the middle of winter.” 
Jake chuckled, “Heeseung’s family has a heated pool. Figured we would go use it at some point during this trip.” 
All you could do was nod. You’ve only ever been to the Lee household during birthday parties for Heeseung as kids. Guess the heated pool came around after you stopped hanging around them. 
Everything went silent. It was awkward, both of you knew that. You both went from staying clear of each other the best you could to sitting across from each other alone. 
“I’m sorry.” 
Huh. 
You looked at him with confusion, “Why?” 
Jake sat up, leaning forward, and wrapped his arms around himself, “For starting a fight with Yeonjun in front of you. For him talking about you the way he did.” 
“Jake,” you also leaned forward, placing your hand on his knee, “You were just defending me, there’s nothing wrong with that. My brother would beat the shit out of you for even apologizing for it.” 
Jake scoffed, “The fight wouldn’t have happened in the first place if I didn’t lose my cool.” 
“You aren’t…wrong…” You studied him. You’ve known Jake basically his whole life, you know his mannerisms and tell by his body language that he was truly deeply sorry, that’s one thing that has never changed about him, “Just don’t be sorry. You were defending me.” 
Jake nodded, his eyes finding a corner of the tub, watching as the bubbles pop, then softly laughed, “Sorry I cock blocked you, that wasn’t cool of me.” 
You let out a small giggle, “Yeah, you really did cock block me,” you let out a sigh, “Too bad he ended up being an asshole, really wanted to have a good fuck.” 
“Fuck me then,” Jake said softly. 
All you could do was look at him, not being able to tell if he was serious or not. 
“Funny joke.” 
“I’m not joking, Y/N.” 
The whole reason you wanted to go out and gain a hookup was to release the sexual frustration that you had for the man sitting in front of you. But now that said man is straight up asking you to fuck him. 
“You said we can’t be doing this, my brother—“
“I don’t care,” Jake moved forward, reaching his hand out and grabbing your waist, pulling you back over to him and in his lap. 
His hands squeezed your thighs on either side of him, his forehead connecting to yours, “I can’t take it anymore. The way you’ve been teasing me…After seeing the way Yeonjun was undressing you with his eyes…the way he was touching you.” 
His length grew hard underneath you, his hands sliding up to the strings of your bikini bottoms, gripping them tightly. 
Jake thought he could survive these two weeks, thought he was stronger, and that the respect and bond he had with Jay was strong enough to keep him away. Unfortunately, your hold on him was stronger. 
“I want you, so bad,” he whispered, his hot breath hitting your lips. 
You placed your hands on his shoulders, “I want you too…” 
You did. Oh god did you want him badly. But how could you betray your brother's rules? He’d kill you both. 
Jake pulled at the strings of your bottoms slightly, “Just give me the word, and I’ll fuck you so good I swear it.” 
Oh, fuck it.
You nodded, “Jaeyun, please.” 
And that line got crossed. 
Jake’s lips connected to yours, kissing you with such passion and need, like he’s been wanting for this his entire life. 
His fingers pulled at both sides of strings, your bottoms completely coming undone and him pulling them away from your body to float off somewhere in the hot tub. 
His tongue invades your mouth, twisting the muscle around yours letting soft and quiet moans release into your mouth. 
You rolled your hips against him, sliding your folds against his clothed length as your fingers got tangled up in his hair. 
Jake squeezed your hips, pushing you down harder onto him, bucking his hips up in motion with yours. 
You released your mouth from his, a string of saliva connected to your mouths, “I need you, Jake, please.” 
His hands left your hips and flew to his shorts, his fingers pulling at the strings. You, being impatient, looped your fingers into his shorts, helping him pull them down. 
“Fuck baby, that needy for my cock?” 
You nodded, watching as his shorts went down at his thighs, his thick length now resting against his abdomen. 
Taking his cock in your hands, you slowly pumped him. 
Jake’s hand went back to your waist, biting his lips. Fuck your hand feels so good against his cock, it was everything he ever imagined and more. 
Jake lifted you, letting you adjust him to your fuck hole, lining him up perfectly. 
“You ready, baby?” Jake asked, wanting one last form of permission from you before crossing the line even further behind the return. 
You nodded, slowly sliding yourself down onto him. 
You both groan out at the feeling of him bottoming out, the sensation already sending Jake over the edge. He could cum right now just from bottoming out. 
You rolled your hips slowly to help get adjusted to his size, hands gripping his broad shoulders as you slowly picked up your pace. 
Jake’s mouth connected back to yours as you rode him. bucking his hips up at the same motion as you. 
“Fucckkkk, you’re so tight, baby. Taking my dick so good, oh fuck.” 
You picked up the pace, his dick hitting your g-spot perfectly. 
Jake’s brain was going fuzzy, the sensation of his dick buried deep in your cunt was sending him to another world. 
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…” Jake slid his hands up to the string of your top, fingers gripping them tightly along with your skin, fingers digging in as he slid them back down your back, his hips bucking up harder into you. 
You moaned out a little too loud, Jake’s lips reattaching to your lips, “Shhh, baby, you need to stay quiet.” 
You nodded, biting down on your lips to suppress your sounds as you continued to slide his dick in and out of you…in and out, in and out. 
Jake knew he would cum soon, that knot in his stomach threatening to snap and the twitch of his dick. 
Then your pussy tightened around him, your own high approaching. 
“I’m…cumming soon,” you whispered, digging your nails into his shoulders. 
“Yeah, baby?” He slid his hand down to your heat, thumb rubbing circles on your clit, “Wanna cum?” 
“Please.” You begged, throwing your head back as your legs got weaker, biting down on your tongue as the knot snapped. 
“That’s it, pretty girl, make a mess all over my cock.” 
You fell forward, resting your head against his, his hands squeezing your hips tightly as he fucked into you, the overstimulation making you dizzy along with the heat from the water. 
“Jake…” 
“I know baby girl,” he whispered, locking his jaw at the knot and getting close to releasing, “Fuck, I’m cumming, I’m cumming.” 
With a groan, he pumped his seed against your walls riding out his high. 
Jake wrapped his arms around you, resting his forehead against your neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses on your skin. 
You tangled your fingers in his hair and let out a sigh, “Jay is going to kill us both.” 
Jake chuckled, “Yeah, but only if he finds out.” 
You both took a moment to catch your breaths, your hands releasing from his hair and sliding down his neck, your fingers stopping at the chain of his necklace. A beautiful large double link pendant.
Jake noticed your eyes at his neck, “It’s pretty, right?” he said between deep breaths.
You nodded, twisting the metal between your fingers.
He lifted his hands from your sides, reaching behind him and unattaching the clasp, removing it from his body and moving it to yours, the double links dropping at your collar bones.
“Jake, no, I can’t take this!” you went to take the necklace off, “This was probably very expensive!”
Jake grabbed your hands, sliding them back around his neck, “It’s yours now, a beautiful necklace for a very beautiful woman. Keep it.”
Your heart was racing, your stomach filled with butterflies at the way he smiled and looked at you.
“It looks better on you anyway baby,” Jake wraps one arm back around you, his free hand cupping your jaw and pulling you in for a kiss.
Jake had to admit, that seeing you walking around with his necklace around your neck drove him insane. 
It was like his own way of marking you without physically having to do it. 
You plopped down onto the couch next to Heeseung, the necklace sitting beautifully against your collarbones. 
Oh, did Jake want his lips on your neck right now. 
“Damnit!” Sunghoon shouted, tossing the Nintendo Controller onto the coffee, “Why are you so damn good?!” 
Heeseung raised a brow, “It’s Mario Kart??? It doesn’t take skill??” 
Jay patted his back, “At least you aren’t last place, like someone sitting in the corner over there,” 
And then all eyes went to Jake.
“Oh, fuck off!” he snapped, “I don’t play Mario Kart!” 
You smiled at your friends, eyes connecting with Jake’s. 
He gave you his flirty smile, eyes leaving yours, and went back to the TV as the next race started. 
You couldn’t take your eyes off him. Last night in the hot tub replayed in your mind on a loop. The way his hands felt against your skin, how his lips fit perfectly to yours. How his cock felt…You couldn’t help but wonder if he went to bed last night too with his brain flooding of you. 
And he did. 
Having sex with you was everything Jake imagined it to be. It was actually BETTER than he imagined it. To finally feel you wrapped around his cock and hear your pretty moans in his ears. Oh, it was heaven. 
The only issue now is…well…he wants more. So much more. 
He spent most of his time last night after the hot tub sex thinking the next moment he’d be able to fuck you. Thinking how he’d be able to get you alone long enough or even have the opportunity to get you alone. 
Another problem is, that those chances are slim. 
You lifted the collar of your hoodie over your neck, not wanting to chance your brother, or really anyone, seeing Jake’s necklace. 
You both crossed a line and now have to deal with the secret of it. 
The sound of the washing machine went off, telling you your laundry was finished. 
You quickly jumped from the couch. 
“What are we doing for lunch?” Jay finally said, “Y/N? What do you think?
You stopped halfway out of the living room, turning back to look at your brother, “Why not just order takeout?” 
Jay shrugged, “Guys?” 
As the boys discussed lunch, you finished your walk back to the laundry room. 
By the time you transferred your wet clothes into the dryer, Jake walked in, “Is the washer open now?” 
You gave him a nod, closing the dryer door and turning it on. 
“What did you decide for lunch?” you asked, leaning against the dryer. 
Jake shoved his dirty clothes into the washing machine, “We decided on takeout like you suggested.” 
You nodded, “Nice, I’ll go tell Jay what I want.” 
You barely were out of the room when Jake’s hand wrapped around your wrist. 
He pulled you back, leaning you back against the dryer, “Stay, please.” 
Jake’s free hand gripped the door, barely leaving it open a crack. 
Before you could ask him anything else, his hands cupped your face, his lips crashing to yours. 
You kissed him back, your hands pulling at his jacket, bringing him closer to you. 
Jake has been waiting since watching you walk up those stairs last night to kiss you again. To feel you pressed to him again. 
With one last passionate kiss, he rests his forehead against yours, “Jay already knows your order, no need to leave.” 
It was true your brother knew your food orders, which was all you needed to stay in place even after Jake removed himself from you to finish starting his laundry. 
Once the washer was started, he leaned against it beside you, crossing his arms, “Can I ask you something?” 
You nudged his arm, “Yes, of course! We’ve known each other for our whole lives, you can ask me anything.” 
“Can I sneak up to your room tonight?” 
It was a simple question, yet it was enough to make your heart stop. He bit the inside of his mouth, anxiously waiting for your answer. 
His question was proof that last night wasn’t a one-time thing. And honestly, you wouldn’t mind it. If Jay’s bedroom wasn’t right beside yours. 
“Jake,” you whispered, peeking your eyes between the cracked door, “You know his bedroom is right beside mine, right? And my parents' room down the hall?” 
Jake shrugged, “And? That’s the point of sneaking into your room like we are teenagers.” 
You tried to not laugh, looking away from him and his goofy grin. 
“Come onnnn baby,” he teased, pulling you to his chest, “Let me shove that pretty face of yours face down into your pillows while I fuck you so good from behind.” 
He slid his hands down to your ass, squeezing the fat while he pressed his hard length against you, his lips finding your neck, “Wanna fuck you so hard and watch my necklace bounce against your pretty collarbones.”
You were melting under his touch. Folding so hard for him. He makes your heart race faster than anyone else ever has. 
“Please…” you softly moaned, hoping he heard you over the sounds of the machines. 
He did. Hearing you beg for him to fold you like an omelet later tonight was turning him on so badly. He thrust his cock harder against you. 
“Get on your knees, baby,” Jake whispered into your ear, sending chills down your spine. 
You dropped down with no hesitation, hands already reaching for the buttons of his jeans, helping him slide them down along with his boxers in one motion. 
Your mouth watered at the sight of his hard cock resting against his abdomen. 
Jake stroked himself, watching how undone you’re already becoming for him, “Such a good girl for me. Put your hands on my thighs, and stick that pretty tongue out.” 
You did what you were told, hands resting against his toned thighs, tongue sliding out of your mouth. 
“Fuck…” 
He placed the tip onto your tongue, immediately wrapping the muscle around him, taking him completely in your mouth. 
Jake groaned, his hands gripping the edges of the washing machine and praying his knees wouldn't fail him now. 
You bobbed your head, tongue licking up his shaft all the way to the top, spreading his precum and mixing it with your saliva. 
Lifting your hand from his thigh, you wrapped it around his length, following the motions as your mouth. 
Fuck you were sucking him off so good. His mind went cloudy, the only thing he focused on was how fucking good your mouth felt. 
Jake pulled your long hair into a ponytail, wrapping the locks between his fingers and giving it a tight pull. 
You moaned against him, the vibrations sending gasping out of his mouth, his hips fucking forward, “Oh, fuck…Y/N, fuck.” 
Jake pulled your hair slightly harder, not wanting to hurt you, his dick hitting the back of your throat as he fucked your mouth. 
Your hands found his thighs again, fingers digging into his skin. You were losing yourself against his cock, knowing full well your panties were soaked. 
You looked up at him, seeing how much of a mess he was. Pupils were blown out, mouth opened, chest heaving. 
Who knew you could make such a mess of him? 
“Sucking me off so good, Y/N. I’m…fuck I’m, I’m gonna cum.” 
You stuck your tongue out further, giving him more access to the back of your throat as he continued to face fuck you until his warm load shot down your throat. 
“Clench your lips,” he whispered between breaths. You did as you were told, him slowly sliding his dick from your lips, “Swallow and show me.” 
You gulped it down, opening your mouth wide with your tongue sticking out, showing him the proof. 
Jake smirked, using your hair that was still wrapped around his hands to pull you back up to your feet, “Such a dirty girl, only for me, ya?” 
You nodded, licking the side of your lips.
He gave you one final kiss, then pulled his boxers and jeans back over his hips. 
The laughter from your brother and friends from the living room filled the house while they cheered over their video games. 
Jake’s fingers adjusted his necklace on your neck, fingers rubbing up to your jaw, his heart did flips seeing how you stared back at him with your fucked out lips. 
“Let’s go back, can’t let them get too suspicious.” 
Jake watched as you left, carrying your laundry basket quickly up the stairs to your room. 
He leaned back against the washing machine, hand clenching his shirt, feeling the rush of his heartbeat. 
Oh, he’s in deep trouble. 
Jake’s promise to fuck you face down ass up was fulfilled. Yours and his clothes scattered all over the floor of your room. Your moans being muffled out by your pillows and Jake’s hand at the back of your head shoving your face deeper into the fabric. It was the best you’ve ever been fucked. 
Your bed felt empty after Jake snuck right back out your door and went back downstairs. 
You were scared tonight would be the last, but fortunately for you, it wasn’t. 
The following night he quietly knocked on your door before quickly slipping in and crawling into bed with you. 
This went on for the rest of the week. The two of you finding time throughout the day to have a quick make-out session just for him to crawl into your bed at night. 
But it wasn’t always the rough sex you’d have. One night Jake cuddled you until you fell asleep before quietly exiting your bedroom. One night he held you in his arms listening to you talk about your classes back at college and the friends you had. One night he laid his head against your chest, listening to the sweet sound of your breathing and heartbeat. And then, oh god that night, it wasn’t rough sex or even a good fuck. He made love to you. 
He hovered over you, one hand gently cupping your face as he squeezed your leg that was wrapped around his waist. Soft and slow thrusts were completely turned on just from being with each other and the feeling of skin-to-skin contact. How softly he’d kiss you and tell you how pretty you are. How lucky he was to have you in his life. 
That’s the night you completely folded. You fell in love with him. It wasn’t about the sex anymore. It was about him. About the man you’ve known your whole life, that you grew with and watched him become who he is today. 
Your feelings for him ran deep. 
The secret meet-ups during the day turned into playful kisses, him wrapping you up in his arms and hugging you tightly. 
You were really screwed. 
The final week of vacation was half over and Jake was dreading the finale. He wasn’t ready to leave you yet. Wasn’t ready to let you go. Knowing damn well the minute you go your separate ways he would lose his goddamn mind. 
All because of Jay’s rules. All because of the fucking “off limits”. 
You and Sunghoon made lunch for everyone, giving your brother a day off from cooking. 
Since you weren’t the best cook, ramen was on the menu. 
You prepared the noodles and broth while Sunghoon prepared the meat. 
“You guys both know that if this ramen turns out like shit it won’t be me beating your asses right?” your brother teased, his eyes looking between Jake and Heeseung. 
“Yeah yeah fuck off,” Sunghoon rolled his eyes, “We know the ramen lovers will lose their shits. They’ll survive.” 
“Hey now,” Jake snipped, turning around to face his friend, “I am so serious about my ramen!” 
Heeseung agreed, high-fiving Jake, “We don’t fuck around when it comes to our ramen.” 
You finished up two bowls, rolling your eyes as you set the first fresh bowls in front of the ramyeonz, “You both are so annoying!” 
“They are, aren’t…they.” Jay’s eyes fixated on the necklace around your neck. He barely noticed it with the way your sweatshirt covered it. But when you bent down just right to put the bowls in front of Heeseung and Jake, it became noticeable. 
If it weren’t for Heeseung sitting to his left, and Jake sitting in front of him, Jay wouldn’t have clocked the necklace as suspicious and went on about his day. 
But the necklace looked familiar, and all it took was Jay’s eyes to wander to his best friend, no longer seeing the silver chain sitting against his neck. 
“Can’t believe I’ve spent my whole life stuck with annoying boys like you!” You teased them, earning a middle finger from Heeseung and Jake scoffing out an “whatever” trying to shove you playfully but missing as you were too quick to back away. 
“We are men! And you totally love us!” Heeseung said with a mouthful of ramen, “Doesn’t she Jake? We are the extra brothers you didn’t ask for.” 
Jay clocked the look on Jake’s face, the awkward smile he had, and the way he was hesitant to answer, “Y-yeah. Of course.” 
“We are stuck with you just as much as you’re stuck with us,” Sunghoon added, “Get over it.” 
You elbowed him, “Whatever Hoon!” his smile and laugh causing your own to form. These boys were truly dear to your heart, and it took years of being away from all four of them to realize how deeply you did miss them. Especially your brother. 
Jay kept quiet most of lunch, his eyes wandering back and forth between you and Jake. Taking mental notes of everything in the small details. 
How you look at him, how he looks at you. How you sat beside him at the table when you usually sit beside Jay or Sunghoon. The little graze of Jake’s hand ran across your ass as he walked past you while you and Heeseung cleaned the dishes, causing you to scrunch your nose at him, thinking no one noticed. 
You all went grocery shopping to refill the food in your parent's cabinets and fridge, Jay taking notes on how Jake was always right behind you or straying not too far from you. Jay was hoping he was overthinking, that maybe the two of you got closer after the bar fight last week, but something didn’t sit right with Jay. 
He lay in his bed staring up at the ceiling that night, the sight of Jake’s necklace suddenly appearing around your neck. 
Jay shoved his face into his pillow, trying to chase after the sleep he deeply needed and wanted, wanting to forget everything and give his best friend the benefit of the doubt, to trust the bond they had and the rules that were set. 
That was until he heard your bedroom door opening and quickly shutting right after. 
Jake spreads your legs and wraps them around his waist as he bottoms out, one hand flying to cover your mouth as he fucks into you fast and deep. 
Both of you became a cumming mess. 
You pulled your shorts over your hips and Jake’s tee shirt that you stole from his clean laundry over your head. 
After Jake had his boxers over his hips, he playfully pulled you down onto your bed, his face cuddling up into your neck, “I don’t think I ever could get enough of your pussy.” 
You wrap your arms around his bare back, drawing small infinity eights, “And I don’t think I ever could get enough of your dick.” 
You felt him smile against your skin, “At least we are on the same page.” 
Jake could get so high off the sex you have, it was addicting, his own personal drug. 
His heartbeat fastened due to the thought of being away from you. Deciding now was a better time than any to bring up the topic. 
Jake sat up, his hand resting at your hip, “Y/N, can-“ 
Before Jake could get another word out, your worst fear came to fruition. 
The door opened with such force, your brother standing in the doorway, jaw locked tightly and fists clenched. 
“I fucking knew it!” 
Your heart stopped, quickly sitting up, trying to find the right words. 
Jake sat up behind you, “Jay, bro, listen to me,” 
“There isn’t a DAMN thing to listen to!” Jay yelled, turning on his heels.
“JAY!!” Jake yelled back, jumping from your bed and quickly sliding back into his sweatpants, pulling his shirt over his head as he followed your brother down the stairs, “Man stop we need to talk!!” 
You finally found the will to move, climbing out of your bed and rushing down the stairs at the right moment of Sunghoon and Heeseung running from the spare bedroom, confused looks piled onto their faces. 
“Will you listen to me!” Jake grabbed his friend's shoulder, Jay quickly whipped around and threw his hand off him. 
“Listen to you? Give me one goddamn reason why I should be listening to you right now?!” Jay snapped, getting into Jake’s face. 
“Woah! Woah!” Heeseung rushed over, pushing himself between them. 
“Because I am your best friend man!” Jake snapped back. 
“Yeah? My best friend?” Jay moved forward, Sunghoon now had to step in, pushing Jay back as Heeseung handled Jake, “My best friend wouldn’t be dicking down my little sister!!” 
Everyone in the room froze, Sunghoon and Heeseung making glances between each other, and then between Jay and Jake. 
Jake’s jaw locked, not wanting to say the wrong thing right now. 
You stood at the last step of the stairs, too scared to move. 
“I gave you one, ONE, rule. That she was off limits,” Jay’s eyes found you, “And you! I said no boys!” 
“Nah, man!” Jake finally spoke up, stepping in front of Jay’s line of sight, “This is between you and me. Leave her out of it.” 
“She betrayed me just as much as you did!” Jay scoffed, “How could you do this to me, man?” 
Jay relaxed his body as he leaned against the couch, Jake also relaxed, “Bro it just…it just happened.” 
That wasn’t the right thing to say, “How does it just “happen” Sim Jaeyun?! Huh?!” 
shit. 
Jake rolled his eyes, “Dude, I don’t know!” he threw his arms into the air, “It just did!”
“Stop lying!” Jay stood back up, “Stop fucking lying to me!” 
“Oh good FUCKING god! Why are you so protective over her?! She’s a grown-ass adult!” Jake ran his hand through his hair, “We aren’t kids anymore man!” 
“That doesn’t change the fact that she’s my everything!! From the moment she was born, I promised I was going to protect her from everyone! including you.” 
Jake chuckled, “Protect her from what?!” 
“From her getting hurt!” 
“I wouldn’t do that!” 
“What’s so different with her then huh?” Jay stepped forward, Sunghoon placing his hand on his chest, “What’s so different dicking down the girls in chem class and my sister, hmm? You’re such a play—“
“I am in love with her.” Jake spat out. 
The room fell silent, confusion not only on Jay’s face but your own. 
“What?” 
“I’m in love with her, man,” Jake sighed with a shake of his head, “I’ve always been in love with her. Even as kids, I…I always had this ache in my heart, never understanding what it was, and because of your stupid ass rule…I was never able to figure it out.” 
Jay relaxed himself back against the couch, eyes staring holes into the floor. 
Jake continued, “Yeah I might have been a stupid ass playboy and completely forgot about your sister and what she meant to me but good god, the minute she stepped foot into this house…” Jake turned and looked at you, “Everything I felt all those years ago became clear.”
Jay looks up at you, the hardness that once sat in his eyes a second ago was gone, nothing sat there except soft sadness. 
“Yes, I’ll admit, I had sex with your sister at first to release the sexual frustration, but the moment it happened…I was done for.” 
Jake placed his hands on your face, his forehead touching yours, “She’s everything to me too, Jay.” 
Jay let out a sigh, “What about you, stink? What’s your side?” 
You remove yourself from Jake, walking around him and standing in front of your older brother, “I love him,” Jay rolled his eyes, staring back down at the floor, “But I love you too!! Jongseong, you’re my everything too. You’re the best big brother I could have ever asked for, you’ve done your job protecting me.” 
Jay looked at you with glossed-over eyes, “Why him? Why out of everyone, one of my best friends?” 
You shrugged, “It just happened that way.” 
You stepped closer to him, pulling him into a hug, he gave in and hugged you tightly back. 
“I am deeply and truly sorry that everything happened this way. I didn’t want to hurt you.” 
Jay knew that, deep down he knew this wasn’t what either you or Jake wanted. That this was something that just kinda happened. And he has to accept it. 
Jake appears at your side, having you step away, pulling Jay into another hug, “I won’t hurt her. I promise. I’d die first before I’d ever do that.” 
Jay sighed, also giving into Jake and hugging him back, “Hurt her and it’s your funeral I am planning.” 
Jake chuckled, slapping his best friend on the back, “No problem there buddy.” 
Jay pushed Jake away, “Okay, let’s all go back to bed. I am sure we already disturbed my parents enough.” 
You let out a yawn, exhaustion sweeping over you. 
Heeseung and Sunghoon walked towards the spare room and you up the stairs, Jake following behind you. 
“Uhhh nah,” Jay snapped his fingers, pushing Jake towards the spare room, “You ain’t going back up there.” 
“Come on dude.” Jake groaned. 
“No, I’m sleeping in front of her door.” Jay pointed at the two others, “Make sure he doesn’t leave the room.”’
You rolled your eyes and continued up the stairs, “You all are really actually annoying.” 
You sat at the kitchen table, peeling the potatoes for tonight's dinner, watching as the four boys and your dad stood outside in the cold grilling the meats. 
Your mom stood behind you at the island, tossing the salad. Her careful eyes studied you, “Want to talk about it, my sweet daughter?”
You turned and faced her, “Talk about what?” 
She gives you a soft smile, “About the reason your brother was screaming last night.” 
You sighed, turning back around to continue peeling the potatoes, “You and dad heard everything?” 
Your mother sat down beside you, taking the peeler and potato out of your hands, forcing you to face her. 
“Honey, your brother is a very vocal person when he’s upset. It scared us half to death.” 
She held your hands, her thumbs circling your palms, “Why didn’t you come and stop the fight?” 
She sighs, looking outside at your father, “We wanted to, but your father said it was best for you guys to handle it. It was a matter we couldn’t step into.” 
You understood that, everyone here is grown adults, your parents stepping in probably more than likely wouldn’t have helped anyway. 
You followed your mother's gaze outside, watching as your brother flipped over the steak with dad right beside him. Jake sorted the raw meat into separate plates, handing them off to Jay to be grilled while Heeseung and Sunghoon helped cut the cooked meat into pieces. 
Your eyes lingered on Jake, watching as he said something to Jay, your brother smiling wide and shoving Jake. That made you happy at least, knowing that your betrayal didn’t completely shatter their friendship. 
“Y/N, you love him, don’t you sweetheart?” 
You nodded, the tears swelling up in your eyes, “Momma I love him so much. But the fact Jay caught us the way he did is eating me alive. The last thing I wanted to do was see that betrayal and hurt in my brother's eyes.” 
“Y/N, can I tell you a little story?” 
You nodded, looking back at her. She wiped the tears off your face and squeezed your hand, “You want to know why your brother started that rule in the first place?” 
You nodded again. 
“It was Jongseong’s tenth birthday party, and Jaeyun just returned from visiting Australia, you remember that?” 
You slightly nodded, trying to recall the memory. Jake would disappear to the land of kangaroos at least once or twice a year growing up. Narrowing down specifically when this is in this situation would be hard to pinpoint. 
“Well, Jaeyun brought back gifts, not just for you know, your brother, Heeseung and Sunghoon, but one for you.” 
The memory completely came back to you. Jake brought you back a small keychain with a baby joey and your name on it. You had that keychain on your school backpack for a couple of years until you lost it. 
“I remember, Jay was irritated with me that day and I couldn’t figure out why, I was only nine.”
Your mother nodded, “It was the first, and last time may I add, that Jaeyun ever brought you back a gift.” she softly laughed at the memory, “Little Jaeyun handed your brother his birthday gift and souvenir, giving Heeseung and Sunghoon theirs, then he rushed away from the picnic table looking for you. That little keychain was in his hands until it was placed into your hands. Oh, was your brother upset.” 
“So he was jealous that I also got a gift?” You raised your brow, glancing back outside at your brother, jealousy was never something he had or even showed. 
“That’s what we thought it was at first, just Jongseong being jealous that his baby sister also got a gift on his birthday. Your dad tried calming him down for a good twenty minutes.” 
Jay and Jake started to play fighting outside, running further into the yard as your dad just laughed and took a sip of his beer bottle. 
“After your dad got him calmed down, we were finally able to talk to him about why it upset him, and you know what he said?” 
You looked back at your mom, waiting for the answer. 
“That you were too young for a boyfriend,” you rolled your eyes, of course he said that. Even as a child at the age of ten, he wanted you nowhere near other boys, “We had to explain to him that just because Jaeyun brought you back a gift, didn’t mean he likes you. But your brother wasn’t having any of it, kept saying over and over that the look Jaeyun gave you said otherwise. Then he told your father no one would be good enough for his little sister, that you were a prize that could never be won. So he came up with his rules. His friends were told you were now off limits, specifically to Jaeyun. And then he told you no boys.” 
Your heart melted, knowing that Jay’s rules were always just a way to protect you, that he held you on such a high pedestal to the point no male would ever be good enough for you in his eyes. That you did indeed deserve so much. 
“Obviously, your brother didn’t want you dating his friends, it would have been weird, mostly with how close the five of you were growing up. But your father and I figured he would have eventually let it go.” 
You shrugged, making eye contact with Jay, he gave you a small smile before returning back to the grill after his play fight with Jake, “But you know, mom, I am grateful for his rules. He has helped me get out of so many terrible relationships and helped me see my worth.” 
Your mom pulled you into a hug, “He loves you so much. You two are truly blessed to have each other as siblings.” 
You agreed, no one will ever compare to your brother. 
Your mom pulled back, rubbing your shoulders before standing up and going back to the island, “I always secretly wanted you to get with one of them.” 
“Mother!” you snapped, “Huh?!”
“What?” She smiled, “Heeseung, Jake, and Sunghoon have always been good kids. I practically raised them! If any boy would be good enough for my daughter it would be one of them. Just funny how the person who created the whole reason the rules came into place is the same one who took your heart.” 
You had to admit, it was funny. No wonder Jay literally lost his bonkers last night, questioning you on why Jake. 
“Treat him well, Y/N. And give your brother some time to get over it. He’s strong, and he will get over it. Don’t beat yourself up or let it affect your relationship with Jake.” 
Your mother was right. But you still can’t help but feel a bit guilty. Jay deserved the truth from the beginning. 
The rest of the week went by in a flash. And turns out you really had nothing to worry about with Jake and Jay. 
The two boys moved on like it didn’t happen, that their friendship was never on the line to begin with. 
Jay even was being his normal self to you. 
Dinner last night Jake sat beside you and even put his arm around you, and Jay didn’t even bat an eye. 
It felt…different. You and Jake went from secretly hiding around to holding hands, hugging you any moment he could, and weren’t afraid to sit close to you. The only thing he secretly did was when he wanted to kiss you. Which you understood. 
Jake still snuck into your room as well. That didn’t change. But the final night at the house, Jay straight up told him to spend any final moments with you. 
Unfortunately, the night went by too quickly. You woke up in Jake’s arms, the only thing that could be heard was the sounds of his soft breathing and his heartbeat in your ear. 
Jay’s alarms went off in his room, then the sound of his feet shuffling against the floor. You knew it was time to get up. 
You got Jake up, sending him downstairs to pack and get ready. 
Time was flying too fast, and soon enough your parents stood on the front porch, hugging each of you goodbye. 
“Please come back home soon!” Your mother whined, tears staining her face, “I miss you both already!” She pulled you and Jay into a hug. 
You fought back your tears, and you could tell your brother was too. 
Your parents hugged the other boys as well, telling them to not be strangers and stop by anytime they come home or to even come back when Jay does. 
But then the moment you wanted to shove away came, saying goodbye to Jake. 
You hugged Heeseung, “Keep in touch kiddo!” he said with a pat on your head, “Stay out of trouble.” 
“I think you’re the one who needs to stay out of trouble, Hee.” You pinched his arm, then moved on to Sunghoon, “You too! I heard all about your party shenanigans!” 
Sunghoon playfully shoved you, “As if!” and then pulled you into a hug. 
Jay was next. 
“C'mere stinks.” Jay pulled you into a tight hug, “Thank you for agreeing to spend the rest of your time with us.” 
You nodded against his shoulder, “I’m so glad you convinced me.” 
Jay gave you one last tight squeeze before releasing you, “Love ya, please stay safe and talk often, ya?” 
“Of course.” 
He gave you one last smile, before his eyes lifted over behind you, “And keep him in check, ya? I can’t do it on my own.”
You turned behind you just in time to see Jake roll his eyes, “Dude, I keep myself in check.” 
You patted his arm, “Sure you do babe, it’s okay.”
Everyone had their laughs except for Jake who rolled his eyes once again. “I hate you all.” 
“Whatever, go say your goodbyes so we can leave,” Jay said, shooing you away. 
Jake followed you to your car, his hands settling on your waist as he pulled your body to his, leaving no space in between. “I’m not ready to leave you yet.” 
“I don’t want to leave you either, Jake.” 
He really wasn’t ready to leave you yet, wasn’t ready to be apart, “Why did you choose a college so far away?” 
You gigged, “Because at the time it’s where I wanted to be.” 
“Transfer. Come be with me.” 
You smiled at him, cupping his face, “I’ll think about it.” 
Jake shook his head, sticking his tongue out at you, “Don’t tease me.” 
You touched his forehead to yours, “I’ll miss you, so much.” 
Oh, now Jake wanted to cry, “God knows how badly I’ll miss you too.” 
He pulled you even closer, lips connecting to yours. 
Jake kissed you like you were about to disappear from his grasp. Like the universe was going to rip you away from him. 
Your cherry chapstick filled his senses and made his head spin, oh the things he’d do and the crimes he’d commit to always get a taste of your lips. 
“Hey!!” Jay shouted from his car, his head hanging out the driver's side window, Heeseung and Sunghoon also peeking out their windows, “You gonna keep making out with my little sister or we gonna hit the road? She’s got a longer drive than us!” 
Jake laughed against your lips, head turning to his friend, “If you’re going to give me a choice then…” 
“Hurry up!” Jay snapped with a laugh. 
“Go,” you said, “You’ll see me soon.” 
Jake placed one final kiss on your lips, pulling away as he walked backward towards Jay’s car. 
“I love you!” Jake shouted freely, finally happy to say those three words he’d been holding back. 
“I love you too!!” You shouted back. 
“Call me when you’re back in your dorm!” 
You nodded, climbing into your car. Jake got into the back of Jay’s car, letting out a sigh. 
“Missing your girlfriend already?” Heeseung teased. 
“Man,” Jake shook his head, “Shut up.” 
Jay took off down the street, slouching down into the seat, “Don’t worry, man.” 
Jake slung his head back onto the seat, staring out the window, “How can I not?” 
Jay looked into the rearview mirror, “I already have a plan to convince her to transfer.” Jake smiled, “If I can convince her to come home for two weeks, I can convince her to transfer. It’s already in motion.” 
Jake sat up, slapping his friend on the shoulder, “My man!” 
Jay knew he had to get used to seeing Jake with you, and he already could imagine the pain you both would feel being apart. Plus, having you around more often wouldn’t be a bad idea. It would be just like when you were all kids. 
Jake sat back down in the seat, his smile never fading with thoughts of you.
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kisses4reid · 18 days
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convenient | ·˚ ༘ spencer reid ,,
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summary - studying while working at a convenience store is easier that thought when a regular happens to be a genius.
genre - fluff, fem!college!reader x earlyseasons!spencer
warnings - school work, that always scares me. they’re the same age!!! early 20s. mention of condoms.
edit - bc this is getting so much love, i’m opening a taglist for part 2!!! just comment or put in a req to join the ‘convenient’ taglist 🫶
the chime of the door didn’t phase you, the creaks and squeaks of the store slowly becoming one with you. flipping onto the next page of your biology textbook, something that was unnecessarily expensive, you shake your hand to get rid of the cramp you slowly became aware of.
it was only when a wave of man’s cologne and a plastic bag stood in front of you that you ripped your eyes off of your books.
he was tall, skinny, had long(ish) hair and looked amazing. there wasn’t really anything else to say, other than that the thin smile he displayed toward you made you smile back.
“just these for today?” you ask, fixing your posture and pushing some loose strands back to their place behind your ears.
“yes, thank you.” he says, voice as timid as his appearance. it was a bag of apples, a 2 minute bolognese container, and a bag of coffee. you scan them, weigh the apples, and watch him as his long fingers slip through his wallet to find a debit card. “have a good night.”
your eyes return to your textbook as you go to erase an answer you had previous written, obviously wrong.
“the heads of the phospholipid bilayer are hydrophilic, not phobic.” he says. it surprised you, making you return to his gaze slowly before realising you should probably reply instead of staring at the man.
“oh- yeah, thanks. i caught that it’s just, i guess i’ve been staring at the same words for so long i can’t differentiate them.” you give a small fake laugh as he nods, giving you a long look before coughing and leaving promptly. he leaves with his bag, and his hands fiddling with each other.
you can barely focus after that. customers come and go, and although you’ve only been doing the late shift for a week, this encounter with the unknown man couldn’t leave your mind. the way he dressed, his smell, his voice and how he corrected you (which would totally annoy you usually). you hoped he would return.
and he did. three days later, this time even later than the last.
you were stuck in a dark purple sweater, the aircon in the store blasting cold air that you were too lazy to fix. and although the air flipped pages of notes and questions, you were still stuck in a trance.
the blasting aircon blew a wind of mens cologne this time, it smelt like wood. your eyes glanced up from your books and trailed the familiar man, noticing how he was reusing the plastic bag from days before.
he returned to the checkout with apples, a 3 minute cannelloni, and a bag of coffee. he was now the one trailing you, “where did Latrice go?” you look up, chuckling a bit,
“Latrice is getting paid by her daughter-in-law to babysit the twins,” you reply, surprised you were willing to tell him so much information. he could be a stalker for all you know. or just a regular, obviously that’s way more likely. “trust me, i miss her as much as you do. $14.98.”
he nodded with a small smile and sliced his card down the side of the card reader.
you searched for him now, only after two encounters you were already craving some sort of human interaction at work. usually you avoided it since the only other ‘regulars’ were old men and mean teenagers. you had switched to writing a biology report on your computer, the sound of the keyboard almost covering the sound of the door bell.
a bag of apples, a 2 minute lasagne, a bag of coffee, and a banana muffin.
“big night?”
“uh- what?”
“you got a banana muffin. i thought you were starting to become predictable.” you bagged his things as he chuckled, looking over you and your laptop. you noticed only because you were also looking at him, “biology report. wanna read it?” you joked, but he didn’t catch that part.
now he was behind the register, sat on your wheelie stool reading and editing your report while walking you through everything he was changing. you didn’t understand most, but you were just happy to stay around him. you weren’t even scared of Old Alan, the guy who only buys cucumbers and condoms. nobodies ever asked him, don’t think anyone wants to know.
“what’s your word limit?”
“3500.”
“only 3500?” he gave you a raised eyebrow, voice getting slightly higher. he coughed, “sorry, that’s nearly impossible.”
you sigh, “i know… i’m y/n by the way. thought you should know who your helping cheat.”
“i’m not helping you cheat, i’m just… editing,” he hit backspace a few times with a lowered bottom lip, “my names spencer.”
you smiled and crossed your arms as you leaned against the counter. spencer. yeah, that sounded nerdy enough.
pt. 2
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valeskafics · 2 months
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"Baby Makes Three" - Modern!Aemond Targaryen x Bimbo!Reader
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a/n: request from @dreamfyre03 hehehehe 🩷🩷🩷
Summary: Aemond figures out a way to take your relationship to the next level.
TW: manipulation by aemond, birth control tampering, baby trapping, profanity, innuendo, she/her pronouns, afab reader, p in v sex, rawdogging, overstim, aemond is gross idk what to tell you, creampie, breeding kink
Word Count: 805 words
Rating: 18+, MDNI
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.
Comments, likes, and reblogs are never required but are immensely appreciated 🩷
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One of the things Aemond has always loved about you is how trusting you are. You have been ever since the two of you were kids and you’d follow after him on your little Barbie bicycle as the two of you rode through the neighborhood, in your little pink dresses while he was always dressed in black. Best friends and complete opposites. It wasn’t a huge surprise to anyone when you two ended up dating during your senior year in high school. It was the typical teen love story. You were the cheer captain dating the football captain, Aemond’s cousin Jace, who broke your heart. And of course, Aemond was there to pick up the pieces, to put your shattered world back together again.
He’d been waiting for this opportunity all his life and he had no intention of wasting it.
If the two of you were inseparable before you started dating, afterward? You were practically conjoined. Aemond could rarely, if ever, keep his hands off of you. Always embracing you from behind, his arm on the back of your chair when you sat, his lips pressed to yours, crushing you against his chest. He was your dark knight in shining armor and you? You were his perfect little princess.
After the two of you graduate college, Aemond knows it’s time to take your relationship to the next level. However, instead of proposing and talking to you like a normal person would, he decides to take a page out of his grandfather’s book and scheme. He switches your birth control pills out for sugar pills, smirking to himself when you cuddle up against him, in that tiny pink negligee you always wear to bed. He pulls you to lay on top of his lap, his cock half hard as he rubs himself against you.
“Aemond,” you giggle, kissing the tip of his nose, “We’re out of condoms. It’s a bad idea-”
“Come on, love,” he coos, pushing your panties to the side, feeling how wet your cunt already is for him, “It won’t matter. Just this one time. Don’t you want to feel me? We’ve talked about it, maybe we can try it out, yeah?”
You whine, grinding yourself against him, his hands moving to your hips to move you back and forth along his cock, “I… Are you sure, Aemy?”
He nods, groaning as you sink down onto his length, the feeling being just as fucking exhilarating as the first time. You’re so fucking perfect for him, your tits jiggling as you bounce up and down on him, crying out his name. He holds you in place and ruts up into you, fucking you hard and deep, feeling your tightness squeezing him like a fucking vice. It doesn’t take either of you very long to reach your end, but as soon as Aemond has recovered, he’s on you again, this time on top of you, holding you in place by the throat as he fucks into you, his balls slapping against you, groaning your name as you just lay there, taking it, taking everything as you always do so fucking perfectly.
Your pussy squeezes around him, and he knows you’re close. He pounds into you harder, faster, gritting his teeth as he feels you soak his cock again, snapping his hips against yours, chasing his own high, imagining nothing more than filling you with his cum for the second time that night. And he does, moments later, letting out a low moan of your name, thick hot ropes of his spend coating your insides as he slowly begins to soften inside you. You nuzzle up to him, feeling raw and so fully satisfied, but it isn’t long before Aemond has you on your back again, knees pressed to your chest as he rolls his hips against yours.
“Aemy,” you mewl, “What’s going on?” 
“Just wanna make love to my gorgeous girlfriend,” he coos, stroking your cheek, “Just keep your knees up like that, pretty girl. Let me make you feel good. Let me fuck this pretty little pussy. Fill you up.”
And he does. Over and over, until you’re a whimpering, exhausted mess. You lose track of how many times he spills himself inside you that night only to plug you up with his fingers, making sure not a bit of his cum goes to waste. And you lay there, thinking that your birth control will magically make all of this okay, the fact that you’ve let him fuck you raw no less than eight times.
Aemond knows that by the time Aegon’s birthday rolls around and he brings you to see his family, you’re going to be sporting a cute little baby bump in one of those tight pink little dresses of yours, tits straining against the fabric, completely fucking full of him.
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eddie who has a reputation to uphold, the weird and scary freak who wears chains and big metal rings and always goes on tangents about his hatred for the popular kids, not a sliver of fear or weakness in his eyes. eddie who at the same time never leaves his house without the light yellow scrunchy with daisies on it that you gave him, always on his wrist or wrapped in his hair.
eddie who’s sweet n soft on you in a way he never is with anyone else 🥹
💌 a/n: Oh god, this, this, this, this. Please, I don’t ask for much. I’m so happy to get back to writing! Hope you like it!
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“I lost it” His voice sounded almost defeated, and quite inopportune.
“Eddie!” You jolted in your place, closing the light green locker door. Behind it, there he was, the big, scary, mean freak of Hawkins High. Covered from head to toe in chains, leather, ripped jeans, black, black, all black. With dark, unruly hair and a chunky rings.
But also, with puppy eyes, and a quivering lip.
“You scared the shit out of me, Eds” The frown on your pretty face made his heart jump inside his chest. You were an angel, a sight for sore eyes.
“I lost it” He repeated.
“You lost what?”
“I’m sorry” Eddie looked down, apparently now his Reeboks were the most interesting thing.
“Care to explain what is missing and why are you apologizing?” Crossing your arms over your chest, you waited, for almost three minutes.
“I lost the scrunchy you gave me” He finally admitted, like a criminal at trial.
Eddie heard you sigh, to his ears, was a sigh of disappointment. In reality, it was a sigh of relief. Only Edward Munson knew how to make a simple thing as a scrunchy into a faithful message.
“That’s it? Eddie, it’s just a hair tie” You shook your head, still not comprehending the dimensions of his problem.
“It’s not just a hair tie!” He exclaimed, now almost offended, of course only he could switch mood that easily. A few curious students looked at your way, still wondering how did an adorable piece of cotton and sunshine like you, was dating the metalhead, three-times senior freak of not only high school, but of the whole town.
“Yes it is, love. I can just give you another one, don’t worry— Look, I can give you the one I’m wearing…”
“I don’t want that one” He said, his words sounding almost like a tantrum. “I want the one you gave me on our first date, the yellow one with little sunflowers”
“Daisies, Eddie” You corrected him with a smile. Only Eddie was able to remember such a tiny detail and forget a crucial detail.
Only Eddie was able to make you feel loved, cherished and appreciated. He was so different from every other person you have dated before. He snatched your heart from the very first day and it’s been a daily occurrence for almost a year. The scary, weird freak, the person considered a devil worshipper, the mean senior who had the admirable (or idiotic) courage to stand out against others who felt like they had the right to humiliate and ridicule those who weren’t like them. Your Eddie, the one who broke a jock’s nose one time for slapping your ass walking through the halls. Your Eddie, who waited patiently until every extracurricular activities you were into were over, so he could drive you home and hold your thigh and listen to you throughout the whole ride. Your Eddie, who loved Saturday night because it meant movie night, cuddles and kisses. The mean freak who let you braid his hair, paint his nails, sew his old t-shirts.
The Eddie Munson who was scared of spiders but wasn’t scared of a hundred people crowd. The boy who initiated a food fight at the cafeteria and had to go to the nurses office because an orange hit his eye and he realized he was allergic to them. The man who every Friday made fairy tales, knight stories and evil monsters come true and walk this very earth with just his voice and his imagination at his D&D club. Your Eddie, who on your first date, dropped a chocolate milkshake on top of your white dress, forgot to fill his fuel tank, and had to push his van all the way to the nearest gas station.
That’s how the bright scrunchy ended up in his hair, in a makeshift ponytail that you made by running your delicate fingers through his tangled hair.
That was your Eddie.
Your Eddie. Yours. Yours.
“Fine, let’s go find it” You said, grabbing his hand and kissing his knuckles. “Tell me what you did today…”
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Sorry for any mistakes! English is not my first language. Thank you for reading!˚ ༘♡ ⋆。˚
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privitivium · 17 days
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sub popular “straight” yan and nerd dom male reader
That’s it
i love this so much get out of my head ive been fucking thinking about something like this,,,, both amab,,, popular dude is a bit ditzy. so.
sub popular "straight" yan x dom nerd reader.,,, thoughts.,,,, rambles
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im thinking of a jock type popular dude. a bit bulky, either ur taller than him or hes taller than you - or same height, imagine what you would like. also thinking its either he knows he likes dudes - you, specifically, or its just him eager to be ur friend and he has no idea why he wants to be around you - or following you around from a distance - or stalking you, or sniffing your gym clothesㅡwondering why its your body that his mind switches to just when he's about to cum - distracting him, and making him edge. damn you?! infiltrating his thoughts so damn easily...
ㅡand wow! so coincidental, right? him entering the bathroom, seconds after you do - and not following the stall rules... to leave one in the middle. there were three stalls!!!! you took the one on the far left, while he takes the middle?! trying so hard not to let it bother your concentration - closing in on yourself as you feel his obnoxious, yet quiet presence doing his own business... and him peeking over the fucking stall over n trying to catch a glimpse of ur dick,,, not exactly subtle - but to you, a mildly oblivious loser, you had no idea - him gripping the base of his dick and looking away: feigning disgust at himself when he was trying so hard not to pump his hand,,, not like he actually likes you or anythingㅡah, there you go; you're leaving... fuck he has to finish to catch up to you- wait for him-! b-but you arent even friends...
ㅡhey, no matter... he's super charming, he'll be your close best friend in no time... why does he even want to be your friend? the reason... even he doesnt know?! it's just this - strange pull he feels toward you - and my god youre gonna be his friend damn you!!
,,, but you seem not to like him... he wonders why that is?! he's the coolest - everyone likes him! of course you wouldn't though, yeah he understands... the popular guy trying to get close to the introverted nerd loser of the school... yeah he guesses you think that he's just trying to trick you, but rest assured - he really just wants to be your close pal, wants to know what your type gets up to in the computer room is all... no other reason...
often cornering you, nearly odiously as you saw it - why the fuck was this guy coming around you so much? you had no reason for him to talk to you... but, you'll humor the guy. nonchalantly subjecting yourself to his conversation he strikes up confidently as you were strung out on the bleachers with your other friends who seemed to disperse as he came around...
and him, catching you under the bleachers too close to one of your friends. his chest tightening and he nearly feels sick and an overwhelming amount of rage - he can't s-stand the sight... it's so... your friend slung across your lap, what were you doing? clearly enjoying your little off period - you liked guys, right? why else would you be so touchy? then, there could be a chance you did like him! an idiot, thinking like that... then him crying in a hall closet and jerking off sadly because he wishes it was him in your lap.
thinking about this dude fucking some chick anally - experimenting as he told her, and instinctively reaching down as they were in doggy - to tug. but there was nothing to tug... what is he doing?!! messily rubbing along her labia like a total fucking moron - but at least he got to cum!!
ㅡpopular yan clinging to nerd reader at a party and being oddly touchy is all... he didnt expect you to come to one of these - there was tons and you happen to be the one he's at??? it's fucking fate! slinking over to your trio of "nerds" as he saw it, mildly tipsy - so happy to see you, greeting you ecstatically - arm slung over your shoulder and mindlessly babbling... pausing when you say - "dude what? christ, youre fucked up..." yeah. Yeah he's so fucked up... you gonna lead him to somewhere quiet? oh, yeah... you are. man, you're just so polite... isnt this so romantic?
you didnt seem to mind tugging him toward the kitchen that was off limitsㅡwhy were you even leading him? he thought you didnt like him, but omg he's so happy with this outcome... nearly giggling to himself freely with the help of a single beer. ah, jeez... what kind of cologne do you wear? he could feel his pants getting tighter for some reason - was he getting turned on by the mere smell of you? man, that's just how good you smell ...
ㅡsomething where you're roommates,,, ;; "n-naah,, m' not gay." he shakes his head, grumbling to himself as he hangs off your doorway, face burning with embarrassment at being caught - tugging his hoodie down over his groin trying soo hard to hide his bulge. he flinches at your voice - "sure? i mean - might not be gay but you sure do like watching me jerk off, no?" you shake your head in faux disappointment - "seems a little gay to me, but whatever..." why were you so nonchalant? arent you gonna fucking do something about him catching you-? a-arent you?!?!! y-you don't... he leaves, disappointed, and now to jerk off to the memory of you jerking off... imagining you doing it for him. yeahㅡhe so does not like dudes!
ㅡ"a-ah, nnoㅡdude, i'm not - i'm..." rendered speechless and fucking stupid as your hand glides along his erection so shamelessly, pressing him against the wall of the dark hallway, he wants nothing more than to bury his face in the crook of your neck and let you fucking handle him- "you're not what?" you whisper gently, feigning curiosity as - "please - nothing, i- please... i-i ah..." pressing himself flat against the wall - edging his hips into your hand. you pause. and he whines.
"please?" you echo quietly, eyebrows furrowing - knowingly glaring into his eyes and it makes him quiver underneath you,,, "what are you begging for? you sure have a knack for evading my questions. try not to do it this time." he whimpers mutely, groaning softly as if reluctant - before he was babbling, you could barely make the words out - "p-please, i,,, please help me cum..." so embarrassed, his usually boisterous voice sounding so tiny and smallㅡbut fuck he felt so free. his heart beating against his ribcage, lightheaded - you must like him if you're doing this to him, it was so obvious... got him wrapped around your little finger so easily - making him cum in his pants rather easily as well. your face buried in his neck, merely nuzzling him as you worked your hand fluidly - clearly, having practice...!
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. . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ [ yandere teammates pt. 2 ] ˎˊ˗
[part one]
part two of oliver, skylar, and declan, the yandere team mates & friends who share a darling 💕 wayyyy more yandere activity in this one! (and more smut because i have no self control)
fem reader x 3 male yanderes
tw: general yandere behavior, intimidation, stalking, threats of physical violence, possessiveness, reader has female genitalia, female pronouns/petnames (pretty girl, good girl)
nsfw content, being restrained, foreplay, teasing, light edging, fingering, begging
minors dni 🎀 18+ only
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💌 life could almost continue on as normal for you, even after that game night- if it weren't for the three giant puppy dog soccer players now completely attached to you.
💌 as far as they're concerned, you all belong together. they never want to see you with anyone else; not romantically, definitely not sexually, and if they can help it, not even platonically. they want you to be happy and successful in life, sure... but they only want you to share it with them.
💌 with the three of them working together though, they cover their tracks extremely well. if one or two of them are off to do some sketchy shit, the third one stays behind with you to make sure you never see or hear about it.
💌 oliver is usually the one who sticks around with you, because he can get a little... carried away with his threats. not always though; sometimes his particular brand of threatening is required, and he and one of the other two will switch places.
💌 declan is the go-to option for scaring someone off through sheer intimidation. of the three, he's the tallest, the bulkiest, and the scariest in general. he's known for not being very sociable, and he has a mean RBF. when it comes to you, though? he can be downright terrifying. when he corners someone whose been getting a little to close for comfort, they will have no choice but to go along with whatever he demands of them. leave y/n alone, or i won't be so nice next time.
💌 (once, a basketball player asked you out. you turned him down, but that didn't save him from his fate. not only was he forced to transfer schools for mysterious reasons, but his basketball career was over after he was mysteriously wound up with a shattered ankle).
💌 skylar might be the scariest one of them all, though. skylar has money and resources, and he's so pleasant (and terrifyingly rich) that he has the faculty bending to his will with a single phone call. not only can he get someone thrown out of the school, fired, or even arrested on convincing false charges, but he will.
💌 yeah, remember that teacher that once almost made you cry over an assignment? not only do they not work at that college anymore, they've been blacklisted from every major institution in the area.
💌 once, oliver came to your dorm room to see you as a surprise and overheard an argument between you and your roommate. you knew she was a perfectly fine girl, you two just didn't get along; well, oliver wasn't having it. he knocked on your door and pretended everything was fine, but he texted declan and skylar immediately about that bitch.
💌 don't expect to see that roommate for much longer. working together, declan plants evidence of liquor (not allowed in the dorm rooms) and even hard drugs in your roommates belongings, and skylar sends in both an anonymous tip to the dean but also the police.
💌 for the heinous crime of not being nice to you, the poor girl is kicked out of school and arrested for possession.
💌 don't be surprised when skylar also pulls some strings to get you approved to come live with them, instead of that stupid dorm. (oh come on darling, our place even has a kitchen! and you'd be with us all the time, instead of some roommate doing drugs and god knows what else! isn't it such a good idea?)
💌 no one will ever see you without at least one of the boys nearby. even the other members of the soccer team joke about it, and how you seem to be attached at the hip. what you don't know is that all three of them have altered their schedules to more easily be able to follow you around and keep an eye on you.
💌 lord help you if you pick up on this and express your need for some space away from them. (do you want to get stalked, y/n? this is how you get stalked!)
💌 the only time this isn't 100% possible is during practice and matches, when all three of them have to be there. they try to get you to come visit them at practice as often as possible, and always make sure you get the best seats at their games (and Oliver pulls MAJOR puppy eyes to make sure you show up!) but sometimes, you just can't make it.
💌 they tend to play... a little more aggressive on those days. they're just so worried about what you could be up to! who knows what could be happening without them around? they need to be there to keep you safe! (and make sure you behave!)
💌 they're always a little more wound up after practice & matches, especially onces you couldn't make it to, no matter if it goes well or not. its the number 1 time you have to be prepared for ✨shenanigans✨.
💌 when they don't see you for awhile, even just the few hours it takes for practice, they feel the need to reestablish their territory. it definitely doesn't help that theres so much adrenaline pumping through their veins...
💌 this time, they couldn't find you in their apartment after practice so they had to go looking for you. you told them you were studying for an important exam you had, and would be in either the library or the flex learning center. well, you better be!
💌 turns out you were! (good y/n!) it was late, but the building was still open. however, the boys were so agitated from not seeing you, working themselves up in practice, and practically having to hunt you down.... really, its no surprise when you barely have time to think before you get whisked away into one of the dark, empty classrooms....
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you had barely even heard the classroom door click closed before one of them- skylar, you think, but you're disoriented and the room is dim- had pulled your shirt over head and used it to keep your arms restrained behind you, like a cheap, makeshift armbinder.
"wait- mph!" your words fell on deaf ears as oliver swoops in, silencing you with a hard, heavy kiss. you know its him by how feverish he is when he kisses you, like he'll simply die if his mouth isn't somewhere on you right this second.
simultaneously, while skylar is still working on securing your arms rather tightly with your own shirt, a rough, warm hand creeps down your stomach and unbuttons your pants in a shockingly swift motion before continuing down, pressing calloused fingers against you through your panties. that had to be declan.
you make a stifled noise against oliver's mouth, to embarrassed to be moaning already. as oliver sweeps his tongue into your mouth, skylar kisses your hair and whispers in your ear.
"we missed seeing you at practice, sweetheart. you know you're our lucky charm."
with his other hand on the small of your back, declan presses his fingers against your clit and starts working it in circles. you whine into oliver's mouth, flexing your arms against the fabric of your shirt.
declan hits a particularly good rhythm, rubbing at your with an expertise gained from studying your reactions many, many times, and you are forced to break the kiss with oliver to moan pitifully. your legs are momentarily shaky under you, and you lean into declan's hand for support.
"i'm sorry, i– mm, had to s-study," you gasp, feeling the fabric of your underwear dampen and begin to stick to you.
"no need to be sorry, darling," oliver grinned at you. though you were feeling quite hazy, your eyes had adjusted to the dim room and you could see them much better now. oliver began working your pants down your legs completely, lifting your feet one at a time to pull them off. declan didn't let up the whole time.
"we just missed you," skylar continued, running his fingers over your stomach, towards the front clasp of your bra, and making you shiver. "you know we hate not seeing you~" his pretty smile made it sound so normal.
you groan, head tilting back. "fuck, dec-"
declan planted a kiss on the side of your neck. "i know you feel good, baby," he muttered in your ear, "but save your begging. it'll take awhile to really remind you who you belong to."
you shuddered, backing off from the edge as he slowed down his fingers, but tightened up the circles on your clit. with your pants now off, skylar reached down and looped one of his arms around your knee, pulling it up and to the side so you were balanced on one leg, and more exposed than ever.
you tried to grind your hand further into declan's hand, and huffed and groaned. "please, i need more!" you whined.
oliver stood up from tossing your pants away, as skylar unclasped the front of your bra with his free hand and pushed the fabric out of his way, tracing his fingers in circles around your nipples. oliver smiled at you sympathetically, reaching for your hips.
declan stopped completely, pulling his hand away from you. you would have groaned in complaint, but at that second, oliver grabbed the waistband of your underwear and ripped it; he tore it until he could completely pull it away from your body.
"oli!" you whined, and declan pecked you on the cheek. you couldn't stay mad for long, though, because declan's hand returned to your now bare cunt, sliding his fingers through your folds and into the slick wetness there, before returning to playing with your clit.
oliver watched you, eyes on your face the whole time. "fuck, i love the look on your face when we make you feel good. i want you to look like that forever," he mused, voice dark and hungry. and then his hand was joining declans.
declan continued to focus on your clit, but oli went further down, sliding his middle finger through your slick and then inside you, all the way to the knuckle immediately.
your arms strained against the restraint skylar had put you in and you tossed your head back onto declan's shoulder, wobbling on your one leg.
the two combined set a fast, hard pace, the only sounds in the room your labored breathing, the wet sounds of oliver and declan's fingers on your dripping cunt, and skylar occasionally whispering to you how beautiful you look all for them-
and you were shaking before you knew it, heat pooling in your stomach and spreading through you, starting at the small of your back-
and then it was gone. declan pulled his hand away, and oliver's finger stopped moving inside you.
it let you catch your breath, but you whined at the same time. the only stimulation they continued was skylar absentmindedly pinching and playing with your nipples, and that was nowhere near enough.
"say you missed us too, baby," declan cooed in your ear, his voice low and dark, settling over you like a spell.
"of course i did," you groaned, shuddering against skylar and declan as oliver crooked his finger forwards and pressed the pad of his finger against your g-spot. at the same time, declan teased his fingers lightly over your clit, your hips grinding down into oliver's hand for more stimulation.
"you can do better than that," skylar purred in your ear as you desperately tried not to lose your high. "tell us how much you missed us, pretty thing, or you won't be coming anytime soon."
oliver pulled back just enough to push a second finger into you, causing you to gasp and keen as he went back to maddeningly gently massaging your g-spot. they kept switching up who was stimulating you the most, but never allowed it to be enough to push you over the edge.
instead, you were stuck riding that edge, constantly so fucking close.
"i really missed you guys! come on," you moaned as declan circled your clit with a little more speed snd pressure and you started to feel hot and hazy again, "you know i did! fuck, oli, im so close-"
"tell us we're the only ones who can make you feel like this," declan muttered in your other ear, speeding up and slowing down his rubbing in random intervals designed specifically to drive you insane. oliver began thrusting his fingers in and out of you harshly, but not deep enough to throw you over the edge. skylar pinched and rolled your nipple between his fingers, earning a high pitched moan from you.
"yes, you are! the only ones!" you whined, trying desperately to wiggle your arms free, but it was no use. all you could do was ride the edge as they overwhelmed your body. "dec, you're gonna drive me insane, please, please!"
"and this is all just for us, right love? you belong to us? this pussy belongs to us?" oliver asked as he leaned in to nip at your neck.
you shuddered against them.
"oh my god- yes, yes oli, yes it's all yours! please let me cum!" you thrashed as much as you could against them, brain melting out of your ears. you would say anything to get them to make you cum, and they knew that. it was right where they wanted you.
"thats a good girl," declan whispered to you. "our sweet baby." his fingers switched from teasing to tight, quick circles around your clit.
"time for your reward, baby," skylar muttered to you as oliver thrust his fingers in up to the knuckle, angling his fingers to hit your gspot on every thrust.
"oh, fuck-" you whined as it overwhelmed you, and declan had to move his hand from your back to cover your mouth before you started screaming. the hot coil of pleasure snapped and you came all over their fingers, hips shuddering and whole body shaking. you squeezed your eyes shut before they could role back in your head.
as you were coming down, skylar lowered your leg, but declan held you steady.
skylar leaned closer to kiss your temple and whisper in your ear.
"better get your pants on, pretty girl. we gotta get you back to the apartment." when you looked over at him, tired and sated, he grinned, beautiful and devious. "you didn't think we were done, did you?"
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hyperrbolic-orange · 7 months
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All of Steve’s problems started when Family Video decided to update its inventory management system. Well, not all of his problems. Really just one of them.
But it was a big goddamned problem.
Not the install itself… although that was turning out to be it’s own shitshow. But it was an expected shitshow, the kind Steve could handle just fine.
What he couldn’t handle? The guy sent to complete said install.
Actually, the company they were switching to sent two guys to start the installation. But only one was making Steve sweat.
It was supposed to be easy, fast. That was the whole selling point. They’d copy their inventory and SKU list from their current system, load it into the new one and boom, they were good to go. Everything would be fast, more efficient, be able to analyze trends and blah blah blah.
The reality was that of course it was nowhere near that easy. Or fast.
The SKUs did not copy. One of the two guys, the older one, kept getting increasingly flustered trying to make it work. “It should be working, I don’t know why it won’t—”
He’d repeated that, or variations, for the better part of Steve’s four hour shift. The other guy with him didn’t seem to share his distress. There was a tired and resigned look on his face that said of course it didn’t fucking work, it never does.
It was him, the younger guy with the long curly hair, whose name tag read Eddie, that suggested it might be a hardware issue and that they could come back the next day to install a new computer. His older counterpart, a balding man is his late forties named Bill seemed relieved at the suggestion that they could leave.
Eddie had just rolled his eyes and shot a smirk toward Steve as his boss bustled back out to their van. There was a hint of conspiracy in that smirk, as if he was looking at Steve like a peer and saying, “what are you gonna do, right?”
It was only after he left that Steve realized he knew the guy. They’d gone to high school together for four years... Eddie had been a year older, but had been held back another year, Steve thought. He hadn’t been at graduation, at least.
Steve had graduated three years ago, and Eddie must have managed to graduate too, by now. He thought it might have been the uniform that had done it, been the reason he hadn’t connected Eddie the Tech Guy with Eddie “the freak” Munson, from school.
Before now he’d never seen Eddie in anything other than dark, sometimes ripped jeans, leather jackets and band t-shirts (or one of those shirts for that club he’d been in, Hellfire). Eddie had a very distinctive way of dressing and seeing him in beige slacks and navy polo shirt (the uniform for FULLER IMS) was more than a little weird.
It wasn’t bad, as far as uniforms went (Steve could talk about bad uniforms for hours) but it was so… not Eddie Munson.
Still, none of that was the real problem. No. The problem started the next day, when Eddie came back without his manager to install a new computer.
It was a hot day, freakishly hot for September, when the weather usually started to cool. Eddie had been sweating when he’d shown up, and looked grateful for the air conditioning in Family Video.
But he kept having to go in and out of the shop to grab equipment from the van and at some point, he tied his hair up into a bun, to get it off his neck.
Steve did not know why this was what did it. He had thought before, a little absently, that Eddie was good looking.
He’d already gone through his whole “oh god do I like men? Am I gay? I’m not supposed to like men!” thing a year after he'd graduated high school and was no longer concerned about that, having concluded that he was bisexual and also perfectly fine with it.
So when Eddie and his manager Bill had been in previous day and he’d spent not an insignificant amount of time checking Eddie out (before realizing he knew him) that had been fine.
But for reasons completely unknown, the moment he caught sight of Eddie with his hair tied up, he fucking broke. His lips parted, his eyes went wide and a very insistent hammering started in his chest.
Because Eddie wasn’t just good looking. He wasn’t just hot. He was gorgeous, he was stunning. He was a fucking God or something… a really, really hot God.
“It’ll take a bit to get booted up, then we can check and see if it pulled the SKUs in this time.”
Steve blinked, staring at Eddie, who had been explaining something to him. He was connecting wires and cables as he did and then he crouched down to plug a few things into an extension cord.
“Huh?” Steve said. He hadn’t heard a single thing Eddie had been saying. Since the moment he’d walked back into the store with his hair up, Steve had been doing nothing but staring and panicking and staring and then panicking about how much he’d been staring.
“Have you seriously not heard anything I said?” Eddie asked. He was on his knees on the floor, a few feet from Steve. He looked up at him and raised an eyebrow. “I’m not gonna bother finishing if you’re not paying attention, dude.”
“I’m… I’m paying attention,” Steve said, trying to not his brain go to the very terrible places if was trying to go to.
A few strands of curly hair had fallen out of the bun, and one rested gently against Eddie’s cheek. He shook his head, went back to plugging in the cables.
Steve looked at Eddie on his knees. I’m not gonna bother finishing if you’re not paying attention.
Bad. That was bad.
Eddie was still explaining what he was doing, showing him which cables he should check if the system ever malfunctioned.
Steve heard none of it.
At some point, Eddie stood up, then leaned over the counter to grab a roll of tape, which was slightly out of reach.
Don’t stare at his ass, Steve instructed himself. You’re at work, be fucking professional.
Steve stared at Eddie’s ass. Jesus Christ, his slacks were tight. Why were they so tight?
“I have to go,” Steve said suddenly.
Eddie, managing to grab the tape, straightened back up and looked him with a furrowed brow. “Like, home?”
“Uh no, just… I just forgot something in the back room,” he said hastily, already ducking out from behind the counter. He made a beeline for the breakroom, his face florid.
When Steve burst into the back room and slammed the door shut behind him, Robin looked up from the magazine she was reading. “Everything okay?” she asked.
“Nope, no way,” Steve said. “I can’t go back out there, man.”
“Why?” she set her magazine down on the little table where they ate their lunch. “Did Eddie say something? Was he being an asshole? ‘Cause it’s all a front, I swear, he’s actually really nice once you get to know him,” Robin said. She paused. “But if he was being a dick I’ll totally beat him up for you.”
Steve took a breath in through his nose. “He’s not being a dick, that’s not the problem.”
Robin said nothing, just raised her eyebrows and waited for him to elaborate.
Steve pressed his lips together and glanced away. “He’s just… he’s being very distracting. I mean, that uniform? They let people go out in that, I mean that’s…” he gave a strangled, humorless laugh. “It’s a lot.”
Robin squinted her eyes. “It’s like, a totally normal uniform…”
Steve just shook his head. Maybe on Bill it was a normal uniform. On Eddie, somehow the boring, standard slacks-and-polo combo looked depraved. Maybe it was because he knew how Eddie usually looked, and the contrast was so jarring… and enticing.
And the way he looked with his hair pulled up, exposing the long lines of his neck, that one strand falling across his face…
Robin was still staring at him, and an expression of slow understanding was appearing in the form of a slightly scandalized grin. “Oh shit, dude, you’re into him! You totally have a thing for him!”
Steve scowled at her. “I don’t have a thing for him,” he muttered. That made it sound so juvenile. Ooooh, Steve likes Eddie! Steve and Eddie, sitting in a tree…
The reality was a lot less saccharin than that. He wasn’t a little boy with a crush, he was a grown ass man who wanted very much to shut down Family Video for the day, kick out the few customers they had (and Robin) and then bone Eddie Munson against the counter.
That was a problem. Maybe in another place, somewhere far far away from the podunk town of Hawkins, it wouldn’t be such an issue.
But here, if Eddie Munson caught him staring… caught him blushing… the potential for disaster was too great.
The smile slipped a bit on Robin’s face as she likely tracked his train of thought. “Do you think he noticed or something?” she asked.
Steve shook his head. If he had, then he hadn’t given any indication. “No, not yet. But Rob, I can’t freaking go back out there.”
The grimace on Robin’s said she was trying very hard to be sympathetic, but failing spectacularly.
“I don’t get it, dude,” Robin said. She cracked open the door and peaked out. “He’s literally just some guy.”
Steve’s nostrils flared. Somehow this felt like punishment for all the times Robin had gone on and on about some girl she was desperately obsessed with and Steve had just shrugged and then criticized her taste in movies or the way her lipstick was always just a little smudged or whatever.
Though, in Robin’s defense, she had zero attraction to dudes whatsoever. In Steve’s case, he was entirely capable of being attracted to women (and frequently was—his taste just never matched up with Robin’s at all).
Robin pressed her lips together. She looked back out at Eddie. “I… I mean, he’s good looking? I can tell he’s good looking but I just…” she shrugged helplessly.
“It’s fine,” Steve said, aware he was being ridiculous. Robin was right, he was literally just some guy. A hot guy, sure. But Steve had been around hot guys plenty of times and never acted like this big of an idiot (at least, not outwardly).
He'd kept his shit together before and would do it again.
Steve breathed in slowly. He squared his shoulders. “Okay, it’s okay. I’m just being weird, this isn’t a big deal. So he’s hot, who cares? Lots of people are hot, it’s fine.” He nodded, as if reassuring himself. “It’s totally fine.”
He looked at Robin, who gave him a double-thumbs up. “It’s totally fine,” she agreed.
Steve went back to the store, determined to be normal.
When he looked up and saw Steve staring (because he was, again, fucking staring) he grimaced in apology. “Sorry, man, you don’t mind do you? Its so fucking hot out there and our uniforms are this gross poly-blend fabric…”
Unfortunately the world was a bad place that hated him. Eddie had taken off his shirt, apparently tired of sweating through it as he went back and forth from the store to the van. He wasn’t shirtless, but was wearing a white cotton undershirt.
It clung tightly to his wiry frame, riding up a little as he carried a big box of wires and cables in. He plunked the box down on the counter and wiped at a few beads of sweat on his forehead with the back of his hand.
It took a solid ten seconds to parse what Eddie was saying. In the grand scheme of things, ten seconds didn’t seem like a long time, but it felt like a goddamned eternity before he was able to force his useless brain to utter some kind of response.
“Uh, no it’s totally fine,” Steve managed eventually. “I don’t care, I mean it’s… you’re good.” He ran his fingers through his hair. Now that he’d managed to remember how to speak, he didn’t seem capable of stopping again.
“You sure?” Eddie asked, eyebrows furrowed. He looked Steve over, clearly sensing his discomfort but wildly misinterpretating it. “I can put the shirt back on, I just need to cool down for a minute.”
A strangled, pained sounding laugh made its way out of Steve’s throat. Cool down, yeah, if only…
“It’s really fine, I don’t care. I mean, take your pants off too for all I care. Doesn’t bother me, I really…”
Steve turned away, forcing himself to shut the fuck up before he made it worse.
“I don’t know why I said that, that was weird…” he muttered.
Eddie snorted, and went back to digging through his box of cables. “Yeah, it was weird,” he agreed. He didn’t sound upset or creeped out though, just sort of amused.
Steve swallowed and forced himself to look back up at Eddie. More of his hair had escaped the bun, and he’d brushed the stray strands behind his ear. Steve had to hold in a whimper.
“Just as an FYI,” Eddie added, his tone casual. “Usually it’s polite to offer to buy a guy dinner before you ask him to take off his pants.”
Steve blinked rapidly, his mouth opening a bit in surprise. Eddie looked up and grinned, a wicked glint in his eye.
Was he flirting with him? No way. But was he?
“Um…” Steve said, because being able to form coherent sentences was an ability that came and went, apparently.
Eddie shrugged. Having found the cable he needed, he hauled the box back up, balancing it under one tattooed arm, against his hip. “Something to think about,” he said.
Then he pushed the door open again and headed back out to the van.
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Part 2
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arundolyn · 2 years
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emoification in progress (painting my nails for the first time in like at least a year)
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yxami · 4 months
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Yandere lover who’s not really your lover,
happy nut or not November day 11
desc: yandere bsf x gn reader, mentions of stalking, happy nut or not November day 11, obsession, general creep stuff, yandere themes/actions
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Your childhood best friend is honestly the best friend you could ask for, he’s everything you want in a partner, everything you need.
But of course, it wasn’t meant to be since you only saw each other as something platonic, like bleach and rubbing alcohol, the two of you should never get mix together unless you wanted to cause problems. You’ve come to realize that since the start of your close friendship and it’s never hurt you before.
Not until last month.
“Aren’t they so hot? I can’t believe I’m talking to them” He laughs but not in the squeaky out of breath one when he’s having fun with you that you adore, these days it seems like all he wants to do is talk about them.
God you hate them, you hate them for making you feel these awful thoughts, the scorching hot ones that make your stomach twist in disgust, you could feel the jealousy radiate off of you but somehow this idiot hasn’t noticed yet and you’re thankful for that even if it hurts.
“Mhm” You tiredly say, you might rip your skin off if you weren’t able to find a distraction soon.
“Hmm? What’s up?” He perks up from his phone, staring at how exhausted and upset you looked, he hadn’t looked up once from his phone and now he feels awful for not noticing it. “Did you flunk a test?”
“Nah.. just tired, I stayed up too late yesterday” You weakly laugh, an unenergized smile being paired with it afterwards. You wish it was something as simple as a shitty test score.
“Geez, what was it with? The new game you got?” He curls his left arm around you, bringing you in for a side hug before he hums. “By the way I forgot to tell you that I wanted to come over tonight, can I?”
“Yeah sure, but nah I’m just obsessed with an old game I used to always play”
“Hmm, cool” He stops hugging, believing your response. “After school lets just go straight home, Kay?” He waits for a sign of approval you just nod with a simple “mkay”
You slipped off your shoes without having to untie them once you got home, groaning in annoyance from the rain that soaked you and your best friend. You threw him a shirt and shorts for him to wear, picking the oversized pair you had for comfortability since he was taller.
“So, do you wanna play that game you’ve been losing sleep over?” He plops on the edge of your bed, eyes hungrily trailing all over your exposed back as you switch into your pajamas.
“Yeah, get the game set up, I’m gonna go to the bathroom real quick” You throw him your remote before walking to leave the room into the connected bathroom.
He turns on your tv and the pc automatically connects when he clicks on the power button. He tries not to get distracted away from the screen, to patiently sit and wait for you, but he can’t help it.
He hasn’t been over in so long. Three weeks, 5 days, and 12 hours. All for this dumb plan that he originally thought would end way quicker.
He assumed you’d confess your feelings after a week of him gushing over some idiot he found to string along, that you’d just pour your heart out to him if you heard his lovesick words to another that truly meant nothing. But you didn’t, it’s been so long and you still haven’t.
You’ve showed more than a few signs of jealousy but he couldn’t risk revealing his infatuation with you, not unless it was confirmed by your words that you genuinely shared the same feelings. He wouldn’t have all those years of waiting and now few weeks of neglecting you go to waste.
He’s felt awful doing it too, seeing your pained look every time he mentioned them.
He’ll just steal a few clothing items like he did every hangout and return the ones he doesn’t plan to keep. He pushed himself off your bed with his hands, using them to rummage through your closet afterwards. He’s also trying to look for something that might show an obsession towards him. Maybe a shrine? A little statue you pray to?
Those were the things he had for you, including with his board of connections that kept tabs on who you seemed a little too close with.
“Damn..”He huskily grumbles as he continued to sift through your closet and found nothing incriminating. He’s desperate to find something that reveals your true feelings. His cloth stealing plan went well, he has a shirt and some underwear stashed in his pockets.
“What’rya doing?”
He cursed at himself for being too lost in thought to hear you coming, he’s on his hands and knees frozen. “I’m just looking for the other console, I couldn’t find it so I thought it would be in your closet like always” He gets up, swiping at the invisible dirt on his knees.
“It’s on my bed, how’d you miss it?” You say with a slight chuckle interrupting your words. It was a little strange that he didn’t see it but you didn’t think anything of it.
“Ha, dunno” He jokingly grabs onto you, almost taking you down on the floor with him by how hasty he did.
“Anyways, let’s start playing” He looks at his phone while you set the game up, noticing a flood of messages from the idiot he’s been stringing along for you.
“What? Is your partner texting you?” You joke, still trying to get used to that fact that he couldn’t be yours.
“Not my partner.” His tone is serious and sharp, did you hit a nerve?
“Oh, my bad” You awkwardly laugh, chewing on your bottom lip, wondering why he reacted that way.
He responds back drily to his fling, noticing how quiet you became after his snappy response, he looks up to see your slight frown as you continue playing.
“Sorry, m’ just annoyed, they keep spamming me” He grumbles, staring at their desperate messages as they appear.
“I get it” You smile weakly, playing your game in single player mode for now since he seemed focused in on his phone.
While he’s distracted you take a few glances every now and then, checking in on if he would want to play, as you observe his expression your eyes travel down to his pocket, a familiar color pops out.
Your shirt? The one you wore yesterday was in his pocket, you could tell it was yours from the ruffles that slightly peaked from his pocket. Why would he have your shirt in his pocket?
You set your controller down and pull the fabric out of his pocket, making him swiftly turn his towards you. “Hey!”
“Isn’t this mine?” You unfold the shirt to see you were correct, an underwear of yours had also been revealed as well. “This is mine too” You furrow your eyebrows in immense confusion, staring at him as you awaited for an explanation.
“It’s— it’s just.. I don’t know” His tone is shaky, failing to even make a poor excuse, there’s no real reason he could give you other than him being a big creep. “I’m sorry...” He scoots on his knees, pressed against your legs as you still remains sat at the edge of the bed.
His eyes plead at you for to respond and he’s about to speak up to fill the silence before you decide speak.
“I don’t know what to say..? I guess I just want to hear why you did it” You look at his sulking demeanor, letting him rest on you, if it soothed and helped him speak up then you’d allow it.
“I made.. this stupid plan and it backfired on me, I wanted to see if you liked me but I was too scared to do anything so I pretended I liked someone else to see if you would confess and— and it was just stupid, I’m stupid I’m sorry” He rambles, facepalming his forehead with your lap, tempted to sob but he doesn’t refuses to.
Not when you’re looking, it would be embarrassing, right? He can’t have you hate him more than you already do.
“Please don’t hate me.. I promise I’ll behave so well if you let me make it up to you..”
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Dumb Bunny
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Minors DNI
Summary: You and Kai would always compete, ever since you were kids, the two of you would one-up each other at every opportunity. But, now that you're older, you're starting to notice the differences between the two of you...
Warnings: Male reader, Blowjob, Throat fucking, Bigdickkai, Wall fucking, multiple orgasms, reader dumification, degradation, shower masturbation, fingering, college au rivals, unprotected sex, cum eating, creampie, rough sex
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This is a request!
Knock Knock Knock
The loud knocking at your dorm room door shook you out of your sleep. "Y/n!? I know you're in there! I don't have my keys, lemme in!" A voice pierced the silence of your room.
You rolled over, trying to cover your ears.
"WAKE UP!" The voice shouted again, louder this time while there was more banging on the door.
You dragged yourself out of the bed, stumbling over to the door. As soon as you unlocked the door, it opened and almost hit you in the face. The light from the hallway spilled in as a shadow entered your room.
The shadow moved the light switch and brightened the room, illuminating his face. "You sleep like a log." Kai's black hair was a mess, he was wearing grey sweatpants and a black sweatshirt.
"And you're forgetful. This is the third time this week that you forgot your keys." You rubbed your eyes as you got used to the light.
"I was in a rush, I had to get to the gym and I left them in my other bag. He said as he started digging in his backpack, searching for his keys.
You had morning classes, and Kai had ones toward the afternoon, so you had time for mid-day naps while he always rushed to make it through the day. It's always been like that for the two of you. You've always been three steps ahead, but his natural dumb luck would help him keep up with you. Even when you met for the first time in middle school at an award ceremony for high grades. You'd worked your ass off, day and night, to get your scores up, and Kai slept through every class. But still, he'd get higher scores than you. Which only pushed you to work harder to beat him. Every competition, you'd ruin your sleep schedule to one-up him, and he'd somehow make it a tie or barely beat you...
You walked into the bathroom to wash your face, and Kai started changing out of his gym clothes. The both of you managed to get a spot in the honors college dorm room, only available for students with a certain GPA upon enrolling, and you ended up being slotted with him since your other roommate strangely transferred out before the semester started. Leaving you in the company of your worst enemy that you've had for several years.
You closed the door to the bathroom and started getting undressed for your shower when you heard the doorknob shake.
"No way you're about to shower," Kai said through the door.
"You should've been quicker." You giggle to yourself as you take your time getting ready.
He shook the doorknob again. "Come on! You knew I wanted to shower–I always shower right after the gym. You're going to make me late for class!"
"Not my problem. You should just shower at the gym. That's why there are locker rooms."
"No!" Kai kicked the door, "there's no way I'm showering over there! It smells horrible, and there's a bunch of people there. Please let me shower first!"
"Not gonna happen, you always leave hair in the shower, and it's fucking gross. And I have somewhere to be, too!"
"Well, you take thirty years, and you're not even washing your hair!"
"How do you know!?"
"You washed it yesterday! I could smell your shampoo."
"Are you sure that wasn't you using mine?"
"I was running out of my own! I said I'd buy you a new one!" Kai kicked the door again, harder this time. "Like, let me shower with you at least, I can't miss this class. I have an exam next week, and today's the review day, and there's no way I'm going while smelling like B.O.!" Kai stepped away from the door and shoulder-checked it, shaking the entire door.
You jumped at the thud. "You idiot! If you break this door, I'm not paying to get it fixed!" You covered yourself with a towel before opening the door.
Kai looked like he was ready to try hitting the door again before you opened it. "Thank you." He was covered in sweat, his hair sticking to his face, and his clothes dark in some spots. But what stuck out was his hard dick swinging in his sweatpants.
You looked away, covering your eyes. "Jesus, dude, no underwear again?"
He chuckled. "Don't act like you don't like seeing it anyway. I've caught you looking a few times."
"Fuck you." You spat back at him. You tried to walk past time but he blocked the way. "Can you move already?"
"You said you had to go somewhere, so we both gotta shower. We can share. We're both dudes." Kai said as he stripped his shirt off before you.
"Gross, I'll pass–"
"Stop being a bitch and get in the shower." His voice was more serious this time, not like his usual nagging. Without his sweatshirt, his figure was a little more imposing, especially with freshly pumped muscles.
You awkwardly submitted to him without any extra argument, moving into the shower. If Kai wanted, he could've easily carried you into the shower, so it was better not to push him. There was shuffling from the other side of the curtain before it parted. You instinctually turned away from him, feeling warm in your ears.
"Turn the water on. Don't make the water too hot. I'm not looking to sit in a sauna." He commanded.
You braced as you turned on the water. Ice-cold water ran across your skin, immediately making you scoot backward into Kai.
"Watch it." Kai put his hand on your back to stop you from moving closer to him.
"I-Its cold!"
He sighed. "Then switch with me. You can lather up while I get some time in the water."
You slowly started scooting in his direction, trying not to look at him. But Kai started getting impatient, grabbing you by the shoulders and forcing you behind him. You peeked over your shoulder to see his broad back facing you, water running down it. You never really looked at Kai's backside, but he was more muscular than he looked under his baggy clothes.
"The soap," Kai said, handing you the bottle, not turning around.
You took it from him. Now facing his back, you couldn't help but notice how big his butt was. He loved working leg days, but he'd always been blessed with a better ass than you... You could feel your whole body getting hot while looking him over so closely. You felt like a perverted weirdo, looking at him like that. You turned around, facing the wall, and started lathering soap onto you, waiting for Kai to switch with you again.
"The water's not cold, so we can switch now." He muttered.
You switched places with him again, letting the soap rinse off you. It felt better to face the wall, but you couldn't stop thinking about Kai standing right behind. You could feel your dick twitch at the thought, your breath hitched as you tried to focus. But your concentration was cut off by a soft sigh, almost a moan but it was cut short. Your book ran cold. Did you somehow slip a moan out and not even realize it? You peeked over your shoulder to see Kai's reaction, but his back was turned to you.
Kai's eyes were squeezed shut, gently and quietly jerking himself off while biting his lip to keep quiet.
You faced the water again, throat dry but your body tingling. "H-Hey, I think I'm ready to get out now."
"O-Oh, yeah, okay. I'll finish up, you can go first..." Kai said, barely loud enough to hear over the shower.
You stepped out of the shower, water dripping on the floor as you left Kai alone. You hurried out of the bathroom, changed clothes, and crawled back into bed. All you could think about was Kai jerking off...
You tossed in your bed until your leg rubbed against your cock, grinding against you. You couldn't stop yourself from slipping your hand into your pants, stroking yourself slowly. Your eyes slowly shut as you get more into it.
"Kai...," you softly moaned his name.
You could feel him hover over you, whispering seductively. "Oh? Getting into something and calling out for me?"
You replied with a moan, wanting more from him.
Kai's hands moved to your sides, sliding up your torso. His hair tickled your face as it swept across your face.
"Are you daydreaming? Y/n?" He cooed. "Why don't you open your eyes and see the real thing."
Your eyes cracked open in confusion to see Kai sitting over you. You didn't even hear him turn off the shower, much less get so close.
"What's wrong, y/n? You were having so much fun a second ago.." Kai slid his hand over your hard-on, earning a rewarding flinch from you. "Touching yourself to me, even though I'm in the next room, how shameful."
Your face got hot again. "Well, it– You. You were doing it too!"
He raised an eyebrow. "Me? When?"
"In our shower together! I saw you jacking off, and moaning in secret."
"Y/n. I just got back home." He said flatly.
"No, we just showered together..." You muttered.
He shook his head. "I just got back from the gym. I remembered my keys this time, so I let myself in. I thought you were sleeping until you called me, and I saw you like this." He chuckled. "Did you dream all that!?"
You tried to push him off you, but he was firm in his position over you.
"Okay, laugh it up or do whatever you're gonna do." You crossed your arms and let your head fall against the bed, waiting for Kai's endless teasing to begin.
You were instead greeted by Kai's mouth meeting yours, his hands grabbing yours and holding them above your head.
"You should be careful about letting me do 'whatever' to you." Kai bit at your neck
"Kai–" You tried to push him, but he had to much of a grip on you.
"You wanted me so badly in your dream, so why can't I want you back?" He giggled as he licked at the new mark forming on your neck.
"I don't understand..." You shyly muttered.
He let you go, letting you sit up as he held you. "It's okay if you don't understand. I do. You finally get it, that I'm better. You've given up fighting me, and now you're willing to be my second place."
You reeled away from him. "That's not what this is about!"
He raised an eyebrow. "Isn't it?" His hands smoothly moved to lace his fingers with yours. "You can feel it. You can't really beat me, I'm just naturally better. I'm smarter, stronger, and faster than you. You're so fucked up by me that it made you obsessed, so much that you couldn't even really realize it. Your brain couldn't handle it so your body decided to spell it out for you." He said in the condescending tone he loved to use when talking to you.
He continued, "To be honest. I wanted to impress you in the beginning when we met. So I tried to work hard to get you to see me, to show my feelings for you. But then, you went crazy about me. About beating me, don't even lie that you didn't. I could always tell you'd do anything to be better than me." Kai slowly slid you back down onto the bed, towering over you. His hand slid into your pants, gripping your cock.
Your whole body melted under his touch, reacting like electricity. But you didn't get why...
Kai quickly and roughly jerked you off while he spoke in between neck kisses. "You can't even put words together, can you? My dumb little bunny. You're just so in love with me, you can't fight it anymore. You're even dreaming of me."
Something in your brain snapped when he called you a dumb bunny. You finished his hand, body jerking at the sensation.
"Oh no, bunny. Did I tell you to do that?"
You shook your head no.
"Speak."
"No, you didn't..." You muttered in defeat. Every word and touch made it feel like you were falling deeper into quicksand. You tried to think about it, the moment you fell for him. But you could only see Kai in every memory. You knew you hated him beating you, but you also had a feeling of enjoying his teasing when he beat you.
"Then, take your pants off," Kai commanded.
Your body moved before your brain understood, stripping off your pants and waiting for more directions.
"Can you suck me off? You like cock, don't you? You dumb slutty bunny."
You nod mindlessly. You loved hearing him call you Bunny. Hearing him call you dumb slowly made the static in your brain get stronger. You weren't really thinking anymore.
Kai pulled down his pants and let his thick cock slap against his toned stomach. He sat you up on your knees and stood at the edge of the bed. He let out a sharp breath as you took his cock in your hands, and let your tongue slide out to gently lick his tip.
"This is your first time, isn't it?" He whispered.
You look up at him with shy wet eyes, nodding.
"Then, I'll make it a good time for you. You'll crave me even more after this..." Kai pushed your mouth on him, pushing you to take him. Moaning and closing his eyes as he felt his shaft enter your mouth.
You struggled to handle him, but Kai didn't let it stop you.
He pushed more, urging you to take more. And you obeyed without a second thought, taking as much of his length as you could. "Take a deep breath and hold it bunny. I'm going to push you."
You felt Kai pull out of your mouth completely, giving you the chance to breathe. You held your breath as you felt him hold your head in place. His tip pointed at your mouth, waiting patiently for you to allow his entry. You opened your mouth and he slowly pushed in, keeping you from moving. Inch by inch, it slid into your mouth. Your eyes shut as your body twitched.
"Good, bunny." Kai moaned as he kept going. "Almost there, just a little more." Kai let out a louder moan and stopped moving, his cock buried completely in your mouth. Your eyes rolled back as you fell limp in his grip. "No gagging? Oh, you're such a special slut, aren't you? I'll get a little rough with you then..."
Kai pulled out completely again before slamming his cock back into your mouth, fucking into it while holding you in place. The noises are so wet and gross, but you couldn't help but love every second. Your throat burned, your jaw ached, Kai pulled at your hair tightly, and tears streamed down your face, but Kai's moans kept you going.
You could feel the muscles in Kai's thighs tensing. His body heat growing. You moaned in excitement.
"Oh, you're ready for it? Then, here's your first reward!" Kai shouted as he came down your throat.
Pump after pump, his eyes rolling back and face contouring into pleasure. It was so much that you couldn't swallow everything, and it started leaking out of your mouth. "Oh, well that's okay for your first time. But I'd prefer it if you swallowed as much as you can. It's less messy."
You felt Kai pulling away but tried to use your mouth to suck on him more, pulling him in. You swallowed as much as you could, almost every drop. Then kept sucking on his shaft.
"J-Jesus! Bun, wait–calm down!" Kai moaned.
His body tried to pull away, but you used your hands to hold him.
"Bunny! Stop!" Kai shouted at you.
You snapped back to reality and let him go. "I'm sorry, I don't know why I did that..."
Kai lifted your chin. "It seems like you want more, right?"
You, embarrassed, nodded.
"Beg for me then. Tell me you want more."
You threw away the last ounce of dignity that you had. "Kai, I really love your cock. Please give me more! I'm such a dumb, stupid, bunny. I'm only good for whatever you want me to do. I–I..."
Kai smiled. "You, what?"
"I'm just a cock slut for you. I only want your dick..."
Kai laughed softly. "I know, bunny. You really are crazy about me... So, go, lay down. On your stomach"
You listened to him as you lay on the bed. Face down, your back instantly arching.
"Oh, what a perverted bunny. You already know the position... And what great for you have." Kai said as his hand traced your arch and stopped on your ass, giving it a hard smack and earning a pitiful yelp from you. "Stay here, I need to prepare you. Talk to me if something's not right."
You wait patiently as you hear Kai shuffle around the room, looking for things and opening drawers on his desk. You feel a cold liquid hit your whole, slimy and drippy. You shiver for a moment, but the cold is immediately replaced by the introduction of a warm finger inside of you. Your body reacts and pulls away from it, but Kai holds you in place.
"It's your first time, so it's going to be a little difficult. But if you run, it will be more difficult." Kai takes his time preparing you, talking to you the whole time. checking on you, making sure you're able to handle the next level as he moves in with more fingers. "Okay, it's time. Now's the chance to stop if you need Bunny. You came twice just from me prepping you..."
You were sweating and drooling on the sheets. You could barely form real words, but you knew you went through all of that for a reason. You needed him in you. Your body shuddered as you let an embarrassingly loud moan, begging for Kai.
"Okay, then. We'll keep going." He whispered as he slicked his member up. "Remember to keep breathing."
You took long deep breaths as you felt his tip positioned outside your hole. One of his hands held your hip and guided you backward onto him. You felt it enter you, and you could almost see colors. It was so hot, that all your brain could muster was the word hot.
"Oh, it's hot, so hot, very, hot cock." You drooled.
"It's not hot, it's just not your body temperature. You'll get used toit."
You twitched as he pushed slowly deeper into you.
"You're doing such a good job, bunny. Just hang in there."
You could feel Kai splitting you apart with how thick he was. And it felt like there was no end to his cock. You thought every inch would be the last but it just kept going. But then he hit the bundle of nerves that made you almost scream and buck backward onto him, forcing the rest into you. Your mouth hung open, drool slipping out, and your eyes started to lose focus.
"Bunny! Are you okay?" Kai stroked your back, not wanting to move.
After a few minutes of not moving, you managed to get back under control.
Kai stared at you in disbelief. "I don't know you did it, but you're seriously taking all of me... Feel it." Kai took your hand and pressed it to your stomach, letting you feel a small bump in your gut. "You have me so deep in you, bunny. Good job!" Kai shifted you, leaning you into his arms. Your back against his chest. "Now, here's the really fun part..."
Kai lifted you off the bed, cock still in you, and maneuvered you against the wall. He spun you around on his cock so your back was against the wall, so he could look at you while fucking you.
"Look at you, so easy to toss around." He said as he did his first thrust into you.
"So cute with my cock inside you, bulging your tummy." He said as he did two more thrusts.
"Twitching, squeezing, and milking my cock. You want me, bunny?"
You nodded. "Please fuck me, Kai. I need this!"
Kai didn't respond, he pressed you harder into the wall and started slamming into you. He held you against the wall the whole time while fucking you, kissing you on your neck and lips. Occasionally licking away your tears while you rode out the waves of pleasure splashing into you. Kai stopped holding back completely, going even faster, making you cum all over the both of you.
"My turn," Kai grunted as he slammed into you, holding your hips against his body to get as deep as he could. He drains his balls into you, every last drop pouring into you as he uses one hand to feel his cock in your stomach as it pumps into you.
Kai took his time to breathe before guiding you back to the bed and laying you down carefully. "Did you live, bunny?"
You breathlessly nodded. You came at least 4 times in one session and were this close to passing out. Your lips were red and swollen, your hair a mess, and had a necklace of kiss marks around your neck.
"Well, bunny. Now that you're mine. It's my job to take care of you now. So why don't I give you a nice shower..." Kai chuckled as he kissed your forehead. He carried you into the bathroom as you started dozing off, leaning on him as he cleaned you...
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suugarbabe · 16 days
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Hi! I have a request, which is if you could write a post where mattheo and the reader goes on a a one week school trip and somehow got paired up together in the same room with only one bed. They’re kinda hate each other but the reader actually has a huge crush on him. Also I know this might sound kinda weird but could there be a scene when he wears grey sweatpants or like when he just comes out of the shower with nothing but a low waisted towel. (And reader happens to have brought nothing but cute small pjs/clothes)
Thanks for the request lovie 🖤
He rubbed his hands over his face while you pinched the bridge of your nose in frustration. Mattheo looked up, his eyes pleading, “Professor, please. There’s no way this is happening. Can we even stay in the same room? I mean…she’s a…she!?” You rolled your eyes, “I’m a she? You mean a woman, merlin, you’re unbearable,” you turned towards your professor, “there’s got to be another room or someone that can switch with us…I’m begging.” Mattheo snorted under his breath, “Never pegged you as one to beg.”
“Enough!” you both jumped at the volume of Professor McGonagall’s interruption, “If you did not want to get stuck in this predicament, then you both should have signed up for this extra credit when I first proposed it a month ago, not three days ago. Now. You are both legally adults, I’m sure you can manage with the arrangement. Cabin sixty-eight will be yours, here is the key. The class will meet tomorrow at 10am, hopefully you can both not kill each other by that time and we will see you down by the Diricawl pens.” She handed you the keys to the cabin before swiftly walking away towards her own cabin space.
You didn’t even attempt to hide the huff of frustration that slipped from your lips as you turned and started walking towards your assigned cabin. Mattheo followed quickly behind, “Too bad we’re not one cabin over, right?” You glanced at him slightly, one eyebrow quirked. He rolled his eyes, “Because then we’d be in cabin sixty-nine…get it? Like the sex position.” You groaned in frustration as you walked up the steps to your cabin, unlocking the door and walking in. “You’re the most immature out of all of your stupid little friends, I swear to Salazar.”
Mattheo scoffed, “Am not, that’s Berkshire. It’s not like you’re much better. You…you’ve got to be fucking kidding me...” Mattheo’s sentence trailed off when you both entered the cabin coming face to face with your sleeping arrangement. “One bed, is she bloody serious?” Mattheo was quick to complain once again as you placed your overnight bag on top of the bed. “What are you doing?” He dropped his bag by the door. “I’m getting my pyjamas out, I’m going to shower and then I’m going to bed. Don’t know where you’re going to sleep but I’m sure you’ll figure it out.” You gave him a saccharine smile before heading into the bathroom to change.
Wiping the fog from the mirror, you looked at yourself, mentally berrading your choice in sleepwear. To your defense, you had not planned on staying in a cabin with a male student. Taking a deep breath, you opened the bathroom door only to see Mattheo cozied up on top of the bed. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” The sound of your voice made him jump slightly, “Oh, hi there, Princess. I’m just getting comfortable.” The smirk gracing his face only made more frustration boil in you, “Well get off, because I called the bed.” Mattheo only shook his head, “Yeah, and I also thought you grabbed your pyjamas, not your underwear.”
You looked down at your tank top and shorts, both of which could probably be considered smaller than average. But again, you planned on rooming with another girl, not the manwhore of Slytherin house. “These are my pyjamas, you wanker,” you walked to the other side of the bed, pulling the duvet down and climbing in, the blankets being slightly restrained from Mattheo’s weight. “Are you going to move or are you going to be a pain in my ass all night long? Get off the bed.” You pulled on the blanket underneath him only for him to laugh, “I’m getting up, calm down, sweetheart. But it’s only to shower. I’m getting back in the bed when I’m done.”
“Yeah, my ass you are,” you rolled over, your back facing him. Once you heard the door close you rolled back flat, staring up at the ceiling. You had nearly dozed off when you heard the shower turn off and the door unlock. Turning your head slightly you caught glimpse of a sight girls in your class would kill for. Mattheo’s grey sweats are low on his hips as water still trails down his abdomen. A towel covers his eyes as he dries the curls on his head and you take full advantage to gawk. “Like what you see, Princess?”
You huff out a laugh before rolling over, “Not even close, Riddle.” You feel the bed dip and the covers shift. “What are you doing?” You sat up, watching as Mattheo snuggled deeper under the sheets. “I’m getting comfortable, obviously,” Mattheo tucked himself in, clearly unbothered by the situation. “C’mon, Princess. I promise I’m real warm,” the smirk on his face only proved to irritate you further. You remained stubborn, turning away from him once more.
Trying to sleep seemed futile, despite the soothing pitter patter of the rain that started to hit against the cabin window. You heard the sound of soft snores come from behind you. Slowly turning over, as to not disturb him, you stared at Mattheo sleeping soundly. One arm rested above his head on the pillow while the other laid flat against his chest. You subtly moved a little closer to him, not quite touching him but getting fairly close. He wasn’t lying about being warm. You could feel the heat radiating off his body already and you couldn’t help the yearning in your chest to move just slightly closer.
Those efforts weren’t needed by you as Mattheo suddenly turned in his sleep, the arm laying on his stomach reaching out and encircling your body, pulling you flush to his chest where your cheek was now pressed against his bare skin. A gasp left your lips at the action, Mattheo’s voice low and gravely, thick with sleep, “You tell anyone and I avada you.” You hummed in agreeance, burying you face deeper into him and relishing in his body heat. The sleep you got that night was the best you had in months, curled up and nestled close to Mattheo’s body you’d nearly forgotten how much he frustrated you when you’re awake.
A flash of light is what jolts you awake, but Mattheo’s hold on your body seemed to adjust throughout the night, one hand holding the meat of your thigh close around his hip with his other wrapped around your shoulders, your fronts pressed together tightly. The flash of light seemed to disturb Mattheo as well as you heard a grunt and moan of complaint while his grip on your thigh tightened. A brisk feeling of cold ran up your skin as the duvet seemed to be ripped from your form. Another flash of light causing you and Mattheo both to groan. “For Salazar’s fucking sake what the-” you turned your head towards the foot of the bed to see Malfoy shaking two Polaroids in his hand while Blaise stood next to him, trying (and failing) to cover his smile with his hand, “McGonagall told us to come wake you, fucking Godric I’m glad she did.”
Mattheo sat up quickly, finger pointing at Draco accusingly, “I’ll kill you, Cousin, give me those pictures.” Mattheo jumped from the bed, chasing Draco from the cabin still clad in just his sweatpants. You turned to Blaise sheepishly, a small smile on your face. The tall boy only shook his head, twisting his fingers next to his mouth like he was locking his lips before leaving, closing the door behind him.
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daydreaming (m) – s.jn
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pairing: aged up!johnny seo x highschool senior!reader
summary: “you do realize i’m nearly twice your age, right?” he says, placing his hands low on his hips. he sighs. you take your bottom lip between your teeth. 
“… yes.”
word count: 10k (oops)
warnings: large age gap, dilf johnny, smut!!!! lmk if there's anything else i should add
a/n: it's back!! sorry for the wait, ik this one's the one u guys were waiting for. i'm reuploading old works!
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“what do you wanna work on?” donghyuck, your groupmate, asks. you don’t know him very well, only that he’s a friend of a friend of a friend and is one of the thirteen other people that live on your street. you only switched to english literature at the start of the term (and only moved to this neighborhood at the start of the year), and the first time you’d seen his face was when he performed at the school-wide christmas showcase this year.
“hm?” you ask. “i don’t know, i’m fine with anything.”
donghyuck ponders to himself. he bounces his leg and it vibrates the table you’re both seated at. “well, it’s our final long-term project. it’s gotta be easy but only enough that it still seems like we made use of the month we’re given. we could just do a video report on hamlet. we don’t even have to voice it, we just have to compile information and put it in a worded video. sound okay?”
you nod. “yeah. like i said, i’m fine with anything.”
“cool,” donghyuck smiles. “listen, it’s really cool that we’re paired together. jeno says that renjun says you’re a good student, so I knew that I was fine when ms. kim called out our names.”
you smile back. he reminds you of a personified ball of sunshine. “thanks, donghyuck. i can’t wait to work with you too.”
“so, uh, d’you wanna meet at my house this saturday around, say, twelve? to work on the project?” he asks, still smiling. “it’s just me and my dad at home, so don’t worry about annoying siblings.”
you shrug, then nod. “sure, i’d love to.”
“alright! i’ll get your number during dismissal. i have chem now, so see you then,” he waves as the bell rings. he picks up his books and his bag, slings it over his shoulder, and walks out of the classroom, not before giving you one last cheery grin.
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donghyuck’s house turns out to be three houses down from the house across from yours. the door is a sweet baby blue, which contrasts with the rest of the stark-white suburban-style home. it’s different from the rest of the houses on your street. it was built more recently, compared to your own which had stood the test of time and housed many families for nearly 5 decades. it’s simple yet modern. whoever built it had taste.
there’s a small row of potters with plants on spikes. cherry tomatoes, basil. the grass in the front lawn is freshly cut. there’s the sound of flowing water coming from the backyard.
“my dad’s gonna be home from work soon, he just picked up some things from the grocery. we can settle in and just chill and stuff before he comes back and starts cooking lunch,” donghyuck says as he opens the front door and holds it for you while he kicks his sneakers off and leaves them on the shoe rack. 
you do the same, neatly placing your shoes on the top rack. you note the leather work shoes and size eleven sneakers, and the space between them that you decide to place your own shoes in.
“nice place,” you say, taking note of the home-y atmosphere and well decorated walls. most of the images framed and hung up are of solely donghyuck and his father, from what you can see from where you stand.
“thanks! my dad takes a lot of pride in making the place look nice. he built it, y’know?” he smiles. 
“really?” you ask. 
“yeah! well, not, like, with his bare hands or anything. he’s an architect.” he responds.
you’re greeted by a staircase that leads to the upstairs, a living room to the right, a dining room through an opening to the left, and what you presume to be the kitchen connecting both rooms at the back. you catch a glimpse of a pool out the backyard.  
donghyuck leads you up the staircase, and down a hallway. 
“that’s the bathroom,” he points to one door, “that’s my dad’s room,” he points to the door diagonal to the bathroom, “that’s his office,” he points to the next door, “and mine’s that door at the end.”
you nod, taking in what he tells you as you make your way down the hall. 
donghyuck’s room is soft and simple. the walls are painted a dusty lavender and posters of artists are tacked to the wall. a bulletin board rests on the wall adjacent to his desk, scattered with notes, movie tickets, and pictures of his friends. from what you’ve gathered he’s quite friendly, so it’s unsurprising to you that he’s amassed such a large group of friends of his own. you quickly settle in, sitting comfortably on the floor by donghyuck’s desk, soft music playing from his speakers as you discuss characters and plotlines. 
donghyuck is nice. he’s relatively easy to talk to, nor is he boring in any sort of way. every time he opens his mouth a mischievous glint shines in his eyes. he’s fun. a kind of friend you’d want around.
you spend the first few minutes of your time in his room talking, getting to know each other. the tension of being in a new friend’s home is eased when donghyuck starts talking about video games he likes, music he listens to, and the people he’s grown up with. your friends renjun and jaemin being two of them.
in return, you share your life before moving into town. old boyfriends, your old cat who ran away, even pulling out your phone to show him pictures of friends you’re still in touch with. you tell him about your mother’s job, which brought you into town in the first place, and about the things you like doing. you pass a compliment to him on his holiday showcase performance, which he blushes at but proudly accepts anyway.
donghyuck lowers the volume when he hears the sound of a car entering his driveway.
“oh, that should be my dad. wanna come down with me to help him?” donghyuck asks, setting his laptop down next to him and standing up. “oh, and so i can introduce you. he’s really nice, don’t worry.”
you nod. you don’t know much of donghyuck and his family, but your friends — mainly renjun — tell you that his father’s a nice person. and with the way donghyuck’s been treating you, it’s clear he’d passed that trait down to his son.
donghyuck waits for you to get up and makes his way down the hall, letting you trail behind him. 
he hops down the staircase and slips on a pair of house slippers, the action natural to him.
“dad?” he says, opening the front door. 
on the other side stands a tall man, towering a decent six foot-one at least. “hey, kiddo,” the man says, moving his suitcase to his other hand (which holds a bag from the grocery store) to ruffle at your classmate’s hair. 
“dad, this is (y/n). she’s my groupmate for the english project? (y/n), this is my dad.” donghyuck says as he opens the door wider and takes his father’s grocery bag, letting the taller man enter. 
donghyuck must take after his mother’s physical appearance, is all you can think to yourself as his father places his suitcase down against the armrest of the living room couch—and you’re probably right—because donghyuck’s father is nothing like you imagined him. he’s tall. much taller than you expected. his hair is dark brown, except for the grey strands of hair that grow from his temples. his features are sharp, his eyes are piercing despite the tired circles that show on his eyelids. his eyebrows are straight-angled—and his lips, dear god, his lips are the shade of primrose, perfectly plump with defined corners that make them look so—god, you cringe as the thought comes to you but—kissable! you note how especially well-built the elder man is, as well as the fact that he’s probably pushing forty and you shouldn’t be feeling this way about a man nearly twice your age, yet you’re starstruck and flustered where you stand.
he adjusts the collar of his button-down cloth shirt (which is, to your convenience, rolled up to his elbows) and turns to you and smiles, extending a hand. “hi,” he says. warmth runs up your cheeks. “donghyuck’s told me about you. he’s always excited to have someone here, since it’s usually just me and him at home. it’s nice to meet you. i’m johnny. or mr. seo, if you want to keep it formal.” 
god, you think to yourself. of all the people in the world to be attracted to —
“it’s a pleasure to meet you, too, mr seo.”
— it had to be your classmate’s fucking dad. 
he lets go of your hand and you watch has he tucks both into the pockets of his slacks. 
“d’you guys wanna keep working or d’you want to keep me company while i cook lunch?” he asks. “we’d have to get the groceries first, though. hyuckie?” he turns to his son. 
“yeah, yeah,” donghyuck waves, opening the door and walking over to his dad’s car. “don’t call me hyuckie in front of my friends.” he’s bashful when he says it. 
mr. seo scoffs and watches his son as he opens the car’s trunk and begins picking up bags of groceries. he turns to you, and raises a brow. “wanna come to the kitchen?”
his voice is richer than pure honey. he smiles like an old hollywood movie star. he’s a good father. he’s polite. 
jesus, take the wheel.
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donghyuck’s dynamic with his father is sweet. it’s just hard not to see past that when donghyuck’s father is as godly as he seems to you. he’s now chopping away at some vegetables on a cutting board while he and his son exchange in conversation about donghyuck’s childhood. 
they tell you about their lives so far, and you give them as much as you can muster.
mr. seo is 38 years old. he works at an architecture firm, building houses around the city. he’s raised donghyuck for all his life, as donghyuck’s mother passed away shortly after childbirth. 
“don’t worry about it. it’s been, what, eighteen years?” mr. seo reassures with a kind nod after seeing your mood dampen at the mention of what had happened.
“yeah,” donghyuck agrees. “dad’s getting kind of emotional ‘cause i’ve sent out my college applications,” he adds, a teasing grin on his face.
mr. seo shakes his head and huffs. “what, me? emotional? no way, kiddo. i could never,” he feigns. “so,” he turns to you and your attention sharpens as his eyes meet yours, changing the subject. “how old are you now?”
he leaves the pan of sizzling vegetables to open the fridge. you’ve never struggled more to tell someone your age.
“u-uh, i just turned eighteen,” you manage, taking in a deep breath in hopes that donghyuck doesn’t realize you’re blushing. “a couple months ago.”
“good,” he says, pulling out three beers. “do you drink?”
you stammer. it’s the longest he’s maintained eye contact and you honestly don’t know if you can stay upright any longer.
“c’mon, don’t be scared, i’ve raised this kid,” he points to donghyuck, “for eighteen years, don’t think i haven’t learned how to live a little. his friends come and drink all the time. you don’t have to be scared about me fessing up to your parents or anything. i don’t tell what people don’t want me to tell.”
“thank you, but, u-um, i’ll just have water, please.”
“responsible,” he notes, returning one beer can into the fridge. “you sure you don’t want anything else to drink?”
“uh, yes, sir,” you say once more, and mr. seo concedes. 
“alright,” he smile and brings his focus back to the pan on the stove. “just let me know if you need anything.” he turns the heat off and starts to plate whatever he’s cooked, and all you do is stare on at his tall figure. you swear, for a split second, that he makes eye contact with you and gives you a small, inconspicuous smile, but then quickly averts his gaze. your cheeks burn up even more, your heart is practically pounding, and to top it off, you’ve never been more aroused in your life — by a thirty eight year old man, at that. 
he could quite literally be the death of you, you’re sure if it.
your lunch continues in the same fashion. stories of donghyuck’s childhood, followed by banter and laughter. after lunch, you and donghyuck return to his room to work on the project. it’s only hours later that you realize how much time truly passes. 
“hey, donghyuck, i should get going. my mom told me to be home by five. it’s four-fifty,” you sigh as you shut your phone.
donghyuck looks up at you from his laptop. “oh, sure, yeah,” he says, shutting his laptop and setting it on the foot of his bed. “d’you want me to walk you out?”
“oh, no, it’s okay, i got it,” you smile. “thanks for inviting me. just text me if you need anything, yeah?”
“you got it,” he smiles back.
“thanks, i really appreciate your hospitality.” you say as you step out of the room.
“it’s no problem. see you in school!” he gives as a final wave.
“see you!” you say as you shut his door, gripping your laptop and your bag tightly in your hands. 
the first thing you notice is that the door to mr. seo’s office is left open, wide enough for you to see that he’s inside, working. he’s sketching away at some blueprint, clearly immersed in his work. 
it’s wrong, you tell yourself. you shouldn’t be feeling this way.
“mr. seo?”you mutter meekly, like a mouse, as you peer round the corner
“hmm?” he hums, turning his head to face you. “oh! (y/n). leaving already?” 
your heartbeat quickens.
“yeah,” you laugh nervously. “just came to say goodbye. and thanks.”
he stands, something you don’t expect, and walks over to you. god, he’s so tall. he smiles—just enough where it’s only the corners of his lips that lift themselves. he’s still in the clothes he was wearing when he arrived. he stops just a few feet in front of you. closer, closer, closer—
“you’re very welcome,” he says. his voice is deep after probable hours of not being used. one of his hands is in one front pocket of his slacks, the other runs through his dark brown hair, showing the wisps of grey that hide under his darker layers.
you let go of your bottom lip the second you realize you’ve had it between your teeth since he stood up. 
“donghyuck told me that it’s a long-term project, so please, feel welcome to come over any time. he appreciates any sort of company,” he says, nodding. “so do i.”
“i’ll be back, mr. seo. you’re fun company to be around.” you choke a little at the connotation your words might have. “both you and donghyuck,” you add quickly enough for it to not sound awkward.
mr. seo doesn’t seem to notice your slip-up. thank god. “good, that’s good,” he smiles. the thought seems to linger in his head, as he catches his own eyes wandering over your figure for a moment too long.
“anyway, i’ll let you go, now,” mr. seo continues abruptly. it seems as though he’s shaking himself out of some day dream, and he begins to pace back to his seat behind his desk. “i’ll see you soon, (y/n).”
“see you soon, mr. seo,” you wave, shutting the door. 
you redirect yourself and take in a sharp breath. you open your phone’s messaging app and immediately open your last opened chatroom as you hastily slip your shoes onto your feet. you start typing and hit send as quickly as you can, making your way up the street.
you:
rrnjun, jaem, u won’t fuckibg believe the afternopn ive had!!!1111!!
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“mr. seo?!” one of your friends’ voices rings through your ears from the speakers of your laptop. “you and everyone else, dude.”
“what do you mean?” you sit up, looking renjun in the face, which he cups with his palms. you wrap your comforter closer around you. 
“i can’t believe you never knew. everyone knows donghyuck’s dad is the hottest shit, (y/n). and hyuck’s completely oblivious to everyone’s obvious attraction to his father.” jaemin’s face comes closer to the camera, right next to the box that shows renjun’s face. you scoff. as if it’s information you were supposed to know. 
“as if that’s information i was supposed to know, jaem,” you sigh. “he’s just—“
“really fucking hot, according to everybody,” renjun huffs, holding the mic of his earphones against his mouth. you and jaemin wince at the distortion of sound. “we know.”
“it’s just — weird. i’ve literally never felt any sort of attraction for anybody more than ten years my senior, and now,” you gesture vaguely to the air with your hands. “this?”
“it’s fine, everyone goes through some phase where they have a complete shift in their type. i think.”  jaemin mumbles. “besides, this is really fine for you, ‘cause since he’s older, you won’t really feel pressured to get him to like you back. it’d be kind of absurd if he liked you back, ‘cause he’s, y’know, thirty eight.”
“yeah,” you reply blankly. “i don’t think i could go back to that house, guys.”
“if i were you, i wouldn’t, but you have to, or else you’d have to come up with excuses to tell donghyuck,” jaemin shrugs. he’s suddenly found a pack of gummy bears to munch on.
you nibble on your bottom lip in thought. you then let out a frustrated groan. “i can’t stop thinking about him.”
“ew,” renjun fake-gags. “let’s keep the horny-for-my-friend’s-dad-level at a zero when we’re talking to jaemin and renjun.”
“sorry, sorry,” you laugh. “i just can’t. it’s such a weird feeling. and it’s sad, he’s right there but i can’t go for him because it’d be such a big… problem.”
the conversation comes to a lull. jaemin picks up his phone after getting a notification and his eyes widen at whatever it is he’s seen.
“what?” you ask, attempting to snap him from his daze.
“your parents are going to visit your grandparents over the summer, right? when?”he asks instead of answers, a smile threatening to spread across his face.
“second week of june ‘till, like, the twenty ninth,” you reply. “why?”
jaemin pulls out his phone. “donghyuck just texted me. the senior dance team’s trip to LA for that dance workshop — as, like, a last ‘thing’ together as a club — is gonna be from the thirteenth to the twenty eighth of june.”
you ponder for a moment. “okay… and?”
renjun gasps. “dude! for two weeks, you’ll be alone — without parents — or supervision,” he says, making hand gestures in the air in attempts to make you understand better. “and—“
“for two weeks, mr. seo’ll be home alone,” you add, you jaw nearly dropping. “without donghyuck — and any other responsibilities besides his own.”
renjun smiles mischievously. “for two weeks, you literally have a chance to make mr. seo’s only priority be you.” 
you smile back with a huff. you hear jaemin exclaim and laugh loudly in excitement. “this is so wrong, guys,” you laugh, throwing yourself backwards on your bed and covering your face with one of your pillows.
“you said it yourself,” jaemin shrugs. “you’re eighteen. the only thing wrong about it is that you’re going to be trying to fuck your classmate’s dad for a month ‘till your parents leave. but your classmate nor your parents have to know. i’ll keep donghyuck as distracted as possible if you need me to.”
you remember what mr. seo told you earlier. “you don’t have to be scared about me fessing up to your parents or anything. i don’t tell what people don’t want me to tell.”
you hope that—good or bad the outcome—mr. seo is a man of his word. 
you unlock your phone, immediately opening your messaging app.
send to: donghyuck seo
hey, donghyuck! could i come by your place next week to work on the project again?
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you and donghyuck grow close with the passage of time. you feel guilty that it’s partially to get to his dad, but he’s starting to become friendlier and more comfortable with you. 
you start visiting twice a week, often times not to do work (you do plenty during actual english literature periods) but just to spend time with them and donghyuck’s friends. 
you try your best to act indifferent to mr. seo, like you don’t care, but you always catch yourself staring far too often at his lips, or his arms, or his — or him. you’re sure he’s caught your drift at this point, too. it’s a strange “middle”, where you’re constantly seeking his presence and his company, and he’s constantly switching in and out of a state where he’s either active around the house with you and donghyuck’s friends or he’s locked up in his office all day. he might be staying away for your own safety, he probably realizes that you’re into him and doesn’t want to get you into trouble. when he comes down to say hello, often times he looks at you for a moment too long, just enough for you to notice but not for others to find it strange. 
you don’t speak to him much - in fact, the only conversation you’ve had was on the first day you met him. 
the looks you send him from across the living room; or the glances you share over the dining table — where you look up from your plate to meet his gaze, and all he does is look back momentarily, only to look to the side or at his own food, then clench his jaw and take a deep breath through his nose; should be evident of his knowledge of your infatuation towards him — and are often times enough to send bubbling heat straight to your core. 
you learn over time that he’s just so effortlessly attractive. the way he carries himself is enough to make you lose your mind. oftentimes you don’t even have to go to donghyuck’s house to see him, you see him watering the front lawn garden from your bedroom window, and as the weather warms, he starts wearing tank tops, or white tees with  his blue swimming trunks. it’s difficult to leave the house without the image of mr. seo’s toned arms or his tanned skin or his deepened voice being the only presence clouding your mind.
it gets to a point that getting him to notice your quick glances or the changes in your body language is a goal. you don’t understand where the newfound confidence comes from, but you find yourself openly gazing over him more, you let your touches linger on his skin, in hopes that he takes notice. 
it’s one night, nearly two weeks after you and donghyuck have finished your project and a day before your graduation, things escalate into something more tense.
donghyuck invites you to his house for a pre-graduation get together with his other friends, and you go, staying ‘till around eleven-thirty in the evening. 
“this has been fun, but i’ve got to get going. i still have to get ready tomorrow and i have stuff to prepare tonight,” you sigh, getting up on your feet.
the five boys seated on the floor groan and pout. 
“donghyuck just said we’d be playing uno!” yangyang whines, holding up his deck of uno playing cards. 
“bet you’re just scared to lose, you suck at uno,” renjun teases as he holds a pillow to his chest. 
you scoff. “jeno sucks at uno, probably more than me. if i had the choice to stay, i would, just to beat this motherfucker,” you say as you roughly ruffle jeno’s hair. he makes a sound of discomfort.
“let’s play overwatch, see how it feels,” he mutters under his breath with an over-exaggerated scowl.
“just let me go, my mom’s gonna get mad at me if i get home late,” you whine. “i have to go!”
“let her go, jesus,” jaemin laughs. “see you tomorrow, hot stuff,” he jokes with a wave. you roll your eyes and say goodbye, grabbing your phone and your bag as you exit donghyuck’s room. 
it’s halfway through your walk down the hall that you notice that mr. seo is in his office again. you take slow steps, and you don’t know if it’s to see if he catches a glimpse of you or if it’s to stay as quiet as possible so as not to be noticed by him.
you pass the doorframe to his office and you think you’re in the clear, you’re just about to begin climbing down the staircase when—
“(y/n).”
shit. 
you quickly pace back to the door to mr. seo’s office and open it slightly, letting your head and your upper torso peek into the room.
“oh, um, good evening, mr. seo,” you say. you hope you aren’t overdoing it with the innocent tone. “i was just about to lea—“
“i wanted to talk to you,” he says, leaning back in his desk chair and interlocking his fingers in front of him. he presses his thumbs underneath his chin before pushing himself onto his feet. “come in.”
you can’t seem to calm your heart whenever you’re around him. it pounds in your chest harder than ever before, you can feel it in your ears. your hands get clammy and you feel heat rising to your face, and the ever-prevalent bubbling in your stomach finds its way back to you. you step inside at a slow pace. you make sure to shut the door behind you. you can still hear donghyuck and his friends shouting and laughing from here. 
mr. seo now dons a blue sweater tucked into black jeans. it’s the first time you’ve seen him the whole day. he looks down at the rolex on his wrist and pinches his nose bridge with his thumb and index finger.
“what is it, mr. seo?” you ask. you try your best to maintain composure.
mr. seo swallows and tilts his head in thought. “i know what you’re trying to do, (y/n).” oh god. “you don’t think i notice the way you look at me?”
you’re not quick to come up with an answer. you tuck loose strands of hair behind your ear. “m-mr. seo, i don’t—“
“you do realize i’m nearly twice your age, right?” he says, placing his hands low on his hips. he sighs. you take your bottom lip between your teeth. 
“… yes.”
he shuts his eyes tight and lets out a sharp breath. he runs the side of his hand over his brow bone and lets his arm fall to his side. “listen, (y/n), i’m sorry to turn you down, but i know — and — you must know that what you’re doing is inappropriate and frankly, wrong. i know that you’re young and there are only so many things that can run through your mind at this age, believe me,  i know firsthand. all i wanted to do at your age was — well, anything and everything, if you get me. i just don’t want the way you feel for me to get in the way of your friendship with donghyuck and the way you or i live our lives. i’m turning you down because if i let this continue, we’ll both be hurting ourselves. i’ll be hurting you especially. i’m sorry.”
“i bet you like it though.”
he pauses, confused. “pardon me?” 
did you just do that? 
his face goes stern, eyes piercing and his eyebrows only slightly raised. he purses his lips. 
“i bet you like it — the way i look at you,” you continue. there’s a shake in your voice but you hope it’s drowned out by the sudden wave of confidence that rushes over you. “you’re only turning me down ‘cause you know that it’s wrong, and you’re stuck — but you don’t hate it, because if you did, you would’ve told donghyuck that you were concerned and told me to leave the second you suspected something from me. you could’ve kicked me out, or told donghyuck you thought i was a bad influence or something. you could’ve. but you didn’t. you like it, don’t you, mr. seo?”
you have no idea how you could be so strongly confrontational. you fold your arms in front of your chest. you heartbeat has never gone faster, and you pray it calms itself before you faint, or something. mr. seo is silent. he faces away from you in subtle humiliation, suddenly finding interest in the various books placed on his shelf. he has his hands in his back pockets. he gives you no answer, but the silence is telling of what he hides from you.
“i have to go,” you say, already walking out of his office. “goodnight, johnny.”
mr. seo waits till you shut the door. he stays where he stands until he hears the front door open and close, marking your departure. 
he presses both his hands over his face in frustration as he sighs tiredly. he sits down roughly on his desk chair, letting his body fall onto it, propping his elbows on the surface of his desk as he threads his hands in his hair and tugs sharply. he knits his eyebrows and squeezes his eyes shut, letting out an exasperated groan. 
he lets go of his hair, now running his hands from his temples, flattening his hair with his palms. he pauses halfway across the crown of his head and opens his eyes, seeing only the image of you standing in front of him, the image of your hand on his arm, the image of you, in a way he’s been trying to suppress since he realized what you were trying to do to him. not her, not her, not her, is all he can run through his mind in a weak attempt to get you out of it. 
she’s donghyuck’s friend, she’s donghyuck’s friend, he repeats as he closes his eyes once more. the images of you grow more and more corrupted and perverted in his mind each and every time he shuts and opens his eyes. he sees you lifting your shirt off of yourself, he sees your legs spread, he sees — 
“fuck!” he loudly exclaims, slamming a fist against the hardwood of his desk and throwing himself against the backrest of his chair.  he takes deep breaths as he stares at the ceiling with glassy eyes.
“god,” he sighs. “of all the people to be attracted to—”
he hears laughter come from donghyuck’s room, a reminder for him to stay quiet. 
— it had to be you. 
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mr. seo avoids you throughout the entire graduation, only going to exchange congratulations with your parents. he avoids you all throughout the graduation dinner hosted at a nearby restaurant, eyes averted and body tense whenever you’re brought up or whenever you contribute to the conversation. 
two weeks pass, and it’s the day donghyuck and jaemin are to leave for los angeles. you, your parents, and few others on your street surround the seo’s driveway as donghyuck, jaemin, and a few more of their friends gather around a van that’s supposed to take them to the airport.
“i’ll miss you!” you say, pulling both jaemin and donghyuck in for a hug. “don’t forget to text me, or yangyang, or jeno, or renjun, okay?”
jaemin smiles. “you got it.”
“bring me something from universal studios, too,” you add, and donghyuck nods. 
you hug them both tightly one last time. jaemin, ever-affectionate and not afraid to show it, presses a rather aggressive kiss to your cheek. “see you in two weeks, hot stuff,” he says, rather loudly, making a few parents raise their eyebrows, mr. seo being one of the parents in that group.
you catch him in the corner of your eye. his eyebrow is raised and his eyes are squinted only slightly. you smile at his attempt to hide his… jealousy?
“calm down, ma, i call everyone names like that,” jaemin rolls his eyes as he goes to hug his parents. 
donghyuck laughs and lets go of you to hug his father. he practically slams into his chest, wrapping his arms around mr. seo’s torso. 
“bye, dad,” he smiles. mr. seo laughs softly and brings his hand to the back of his son’s head.
“bye, kiddo. be safe,” mr. seo says as he gently pinches at donghyuck’s cheek. 
donghyuck pokes mr. seo’s cheek. “you too, dad.”
mr. seo moves donghyuck’s hand from his cheek with a soft chuckle. “go on, you have to go.”
donghyuck smiles as he pulls away, climbing into the van. “love you, dad!” he shouts from inside.
“love you, hyuckie!” mr. seo shouts, his hands cupped around his mouth.
the van drives off once donghyuck and his dance club settle properly, and people begin dispersing. 
“safe travels for your kid, john,” your parents say after giving the same greeting to jaemin’s parents. “we’ve got to go and finish packing our own bags, so we’ll be heading in now. our flight’s at six in the morning.”
mr. seo’s eyes seem to light up. “oh? where are you three headed?”
“oh, no, just the two of us,” your mom gestures to herself and your father. “we have to visit my parents and siblings, and since (y/n)’s gotta start getting used to living on her own soon, we thought that she could start learning now. she’s got the hang of it, right honey?”
your mom excitedly squeezes your cheek. “yeah, mom,” you say with a forced laugh. 
“and, anyways, if you’re ever bored, i guess mr. seo would be, too!” your mother smiles. “john, you wouldn’t mind if (y/n) spent some time with you some days while we’re gone, right? well, it’s alright if she can’t, but—“
“no, i don’t mind at all,” mr. seo interjects. “well, i always say that anyone’s welcome in my place, and (y/n) is no exception.”
“oh, wonderful! i was so scared that she’d be all alone for the next too weeks,” your mother says. a pause. “well! we’ve got to get going now. thank you, so much, john.”
mr. seo looks lost in thought as he nods. “ah, well,” he mutters. “it’s no problem. and safe travels to you, too.”
“aw, thank you! always such a nice man,” your mom says. 
mr. seo waves as your parents both say their goodbyes. 
“say goodbye to mr. seo,” your father says. 
you bite your bottom lip and let out a breath through your nose.
“goodbye, mr. seo,” you say, with half a smile and the same amount of a wave. 
you look across the street once you reach the front porch of your own home. you lock eyes with mr. seo, and it’s only then that he decides to enter his home once more.
tomorrow. you tell yourself. you’ll talk to him tomorrow.
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it’s been several hours, maybe six, since your parents left, and only now does the summer heat creep up on you dangerously fast. 
it’s either that or the thought of going to mr. seo’s house sometime in the day to talk to him is getting to you.
you fold up the piece of paper with a groan and toss it onto your side desk. 
“i can’t,” you say as you press the heels of your palms over your closed eyes. “this is wrong.”
whatever spirit inside of you that convinced you to try and seduce the father of your classmate seems to have diminished completely. 
you let out another frustrated groan. you have to apologize, is all you think to yourself. no matter how you feel, you have to apologize. you have to stop.
you set yourself upright and huff, hurriedly slipping your feet into your flip flops. you check yourself in the mirror to make sure you don’t look that much of a mess. you’re sure workout shorts and a thin cropped tee would work out fine for you. you’ve worn things like this a bunch of times when visiting donghyuck.
you shrug and make your way out and down the street.
your heart’s beating so fast, you swear you could throw up, but the front door opens too quickly to a white t-shirt and swim trunks-clad mr. seo for you to do anything of the sort.
he looks just as shocked as you are, though you don’t know what you’re expecting. 
it’s mr. seo.
he lives here. 
“(y/n),” he says as he straightens his posture. “what’s — what are you doing here?”
you fumble with your hands and nibble on your bottom lip, suddenly losing any and all confidence. god, how could his mere presence make you feel so… so vulnerable? 
“mr. seo,” you begin, struggling to look him in the eyes. “mr. seo, i’m sorry. for that night. i have no excuses, and i honestly have no idea why i said what i said, but i guess my mind jumped to the conclusion that that was the best way i was to handle how i felt about you. clearly, it wasn’t. and i’m sorry if i said things that were too forward, or if i hurt you or made you feel uncomfortable around me. i’m… i hate using this as an excuse, but i’m still young. i hope you understand that i’m still learning how to handle things and do things correctly and that night was just a slip-up. i do like you, mr. seo, a lot, but i shouldn’t have done what i did that night.”
mr. seo’s face changes — his brows dip down and his lips purse. his eyes are full of sympathy. “do you want to come inside? it’s pretty warm out.”
you step inside and leave your flip-flops by the shoerack.
“could we just leave it in the past? forget about it and stuff?” you ask point-blank to continue the conversation. your cheeks burn up.
mr. seo doesn’t reply for a moment, instead gets lost in thought, his eyes distant and wandering. he leads you into the kitchen and starts pouring two glasses of water.
“are you sure you want to do that?” he finally says. your ears perk up and your eyes widen.
is this seriously happening? is all you can ask yourself. “what do you mean? you’re donghyuck’s dad, and i’m his classmate — no matter what, mr. seo, like you said it’s… i mean, it’s wrong.”
“i realize that, (y/n) — but, i’ve gone the last three weeks or so spending most of my time thinking about you. you’ve been all that’s on my goddamn mind. i never said anything that night because i wasn’t even sure about how i felt for you, especially since you’re my son’s friend, but these past weeks have made it clear. i want you.” 
it’s all so unbearably hot, both literally and figuratively — the afternoon sun drowns the kitchen  in warmth and your cheeks are redder than they ever could be. your heartbeat quickens and your breath hitches as mr. seo brings his hand to cup your jaw. he leans forward, closer to you. you’re leaning against the kitchen counter, clutching the edge of it. your heart rate increases rapidly, and you suck in a deep breath in through your nose. he’s so close, he’s so close, he’s so goddamn cl—
“do you want me, too?” he says under his breath.
“mr. seo—“
your voice is interrupted by the feeling of mr. seo’s lips finally pressing against yours and you feel something rising in the pit of your stomach as return his actions, the feeling of his lips against yours and the warmth of his body pressing against you like heaven — it’s something you’ve only ever dreamed of. it’s too short of a moment, however. mr. seo pulls away before you let the kiss deepen. his face is still inches from yours, and he smiles as he watches you subconsciously chase his lips when he leans away from you. 
“was that okay?” he asks softly, leaning away and pulling his hands from you to let you know you still had a chance to say no. 
you don’t let another moment pass as you bring yourself to your tip-toes, kissing him again. his hands find your waist and yours find the sides of his neck, weeks of want and desire evident in the way you both pull each other closer. 
mr. seo gently squeezes the flesh at your waist and you arch into his touch, and all you can feel is him. the way he presses against you, the way you’re kissing each other like it’s all you’ve wanted all your lives, the feeling of his lips, his body, it’s all so much better than you could’ve fantasized. it’s when his hand travels down the curve of your ass that you moan into the kiss, allowing his tongue to slip inside your mouth. it’s wet, and warm, and you’re practically intoxicated by the sensation. you pull him closer, relishing in the feeling of your bodies pressed so closely together. 
the whole situation is so absurd, you’re sure it’s the plot of many a crude porno. 
you pull away, taking a deep breath in the process. he looks down at you, his tall frame encapsulating your smaller one. his hands settle against the surface of the counter, leaving you in the space between them.
“m-mr. seo—“
“christ, let’s drop that. we’re here already, just call me johnny, alright?” he laughs, having begun mouthing at the skin of your jaw and upper neck, pulling you closer, his hands tugging at your hips. 
“j-johnny,” you respond, the sound of his first name leaving your lips still unfamiliar to you. 
“mm?” he hums against your neck, his thumbs rubbing circles against your hips. the feeling of his lips on your skin is so new and strange, but every second he spends attached to your neck or your jaw sends butterflies straight to your core. 
“c-could we go upstairs? t-to your room?” you ask, whispering.
johnny pulls back, and without a word, takes your hand and begins leading you upstairs. 
it’s strangely empty, you’re used to having at least one room upstairs be booming with music and laughter. 
johnny leads you into his bedroom, and shuts the door. his eyes are blown, lust dripping from them like blood from an open wound. it’s when he presses against you that you realize he’s half hard, but you’re not given enough time to process anything, since he’s already pulling you in for another kiss, this one being much more passionate and driven by want than any of the previous ones. 
he spends time sucking hickeys onto whatever exposed skin is available to him, making sure that he doesn’t move to a different place on your neck unless the red marks of a blooming bruise appear on your skin. 
it’s while you’re kissing that he lowers you onto the bed, your back pressed against the mattress and johnny’s chest pressed against yours. he focuses on peppering your neck and collarbone with kisses once more, simultaneously bringing his hands to the hem of your shirt lifting it up halfway to expose your chest. he lets out a low groan at the sight of your bare torso, and you prop yourself up to let him lift the shirt off of you completely. he tosses it backwards, wherever it lands unimportant to you. 
“god, baby, you’re perfect,” he says, pressing you down into the mattress once more and leading his kisses to the peak of one of your breasts, enclosing his lips around the nipple and swirling his tongue over it, his free hand moving to massage your other breast, thumb flicking at your nipple, making you whine out his name. your back arches, pushing your chest further against his lips. you feel like you’re in ecstasy, johnny’s so unbelievably good, you can’t believe he’s real. 
he pulls away, a string of saliva connecting his lips to your swollen nipple, moving to suck on your other breast, the amount of wetness that drips out of your pussy and onto the cloth of your underwear being embarrassing. your cheeks redden once you feel it against your thigh. 
he pulls back again, to strip himself of his white t-shirt, and you whine at the loss of warmth as cool air fans over your exposed tits. 
the feeling of absence is short-lived, however, as the feeling of pure arousal that rushes through you when your eyes meet johnny’s bare torso trumps it.
you wish you were given a warning on his six-pack beforehand.
he smiles rather confidently when he notices your slack-jawed expression and immediately brings himself back to hovering over your exposed upper body.
his hands first go to your hips, to tug the garter of your shorts down. you bend your legs, letting johnny take your shorts off of you. 
you jerk when the tips of his index and ring finger brush over the soaked cloth of your underwear. embarrassing. you rub your thighs together instinctually, shutting your eyes. 
“cute,” he smiles as his palms push against your knees, spreading your legs open.
you whine when his fingers return to circling the spot where you’re most sensitive, his touch torturously light.
“you’re so wet, baby,” he muses under his breath. his eyes are still locked on yours. 
the movement of his fingers over the cloth of your underwear is slow, painfully so, and it’s driving you crazy—everything spins, you can’t take your focus off of the feeling of his fingers brushing over your clit, and the more you think about it, the more the sensation intensifies. 
“johnny, johnny, p-please,” you whine, arching your back. “s-stop teasing.”
“’s too fun, princess,” he says, and you involuntarily let out a high pitched whimper at the pet name. 
“johnny,” you drawl, bringing your hands to cover your eyes. 
“patient, baby,” he hums, caressing your inner thighs in an effort to get you to spread your legs further.
you lift your hips as he strips you of your underwear, the last piece of clothing keeping you from being completely vulnerable in johnny’s presence. 
“gonna finger you, princess,” he says lowly, his thumb circling against the skin of your inner thigh. “god, you’re so fucking pretty.”
you don’t register his index finger being inserted into your hole, instead feeling a sudden rush of heat throughout your body when he begins to pump in and out, curving the single digit inside of you. 
you let out a moan at the sudden insertion, involuntarily bucking your hips up to chase his movements. his free hand comes to squeeze at your waist and pull you towards him and down against the mattress. you let out a whine at the feeling of being manhandled, subsequently letting out a fucked-out half-voluntary, half-involuntary “daddy,” just as johnny inserts a second finger, increasing the pace.
“fuck, baby, don’t do that to me,” he huffs out, a low groan escaping his lips as you do nothing but whine and whimper and moan under him. “gonna make me lose it.”
“daddy,” you say again, this time in a shaky, breathy whine as the pace he’s set his fingers to increases.
he smiles, clenches his jaw, as if to say i can’t believe you. “i’m going to ruin you,” he mutters, in a tone so sternly calm that it’s hard to believe he’s fucking you with his fingers—only two, mind you—at a pace that’s sure to drive you insane. “daddy’s gonna ruin you, princess.”
you realize you’re close as a third finger is added, the sound of his digits pumping in and out of you are so lewd and pornographic that you can’t believe they’re sounds you’re making. 
your moans and whines reach a point where they’re high-pitched and hiccupy, and the feeling of your orgasm building up is more evident than ever. 
“j-jo—daddy, daddy, m’ gonna—gonna come,” you ramble, your hips bucking and raising themselves to fuck yourself onto his fingers as best as you can. “shit, i’m gonna—“
“—come? gonna come just on my fingers, baby?” johnny goads, his curved digits pumping relentlessly inside your pussy. “fuck, come on, princess. come for me.”
with his words, the cord inside you snaps, and you let out a loud moan, slowing the movement of your hips. your orgasm washes over you hard, the feeling of johnny’s fingers inside of you becoming so much more intense. by the time johnny pulls his fingers out of you, you’ve turned into a shaking, overstimulated, post-orgasm mess—and you’re left wanting more, so much more. 
“so good for me,” johnny says, sucking your come from his fingers—an action that would’ve grossed you out if it were done by anyone other than him—then pressing kisses against the skin of your thighs. 
“daddy?” you say, your voice suddenly an octave higher. 
you feel your heart skip a beat when johnny tenses at the name, giving you only a hum in acknowledgment.
“i want to suck you off,” you say, point-blank. johnny looks as if he’s about to combust.
he chuckles—well, it’s more like a huff and a disbelieving smile—at your demand. “angel, how can i say no?”
he gets off the mattress, standing at the foot of the bed. you crawl over to the edge of the mattress, legs and thighs still shaky from the high of your previous orgasm. he’s so much taller than you at this angle, where he looks down at you and your kneeling body from where he stands. you face the evident bulge in his swimming trunks, and all you can think of is getting the annoying piece of cloth off of him.
he’s just about to pull his shorts down, but your index finger hooks under the waistband of his swim trunks a moment sooner. he sucks in a sharp breath between his teeth as he watches you tentatively strip him of the remaining piece of clothing. 
you tug the garment off of him completely, letting it pool at his ankles, and you’re too distracted by his cock to note that he’s kicked them off of him completely. 
jesus, fuck, does johnny’s cock exceed your expectations. it smacks his abdomen once his swimming trunks fall to his ankles, precome leaking down the back of it from the tip, which is flushed red. his cock is long and thick, you don’t know if you could fit more than half of it in your mouth.
he hisses at the cold air that meets his cock, bringing his hand to provide him with enough friction. 
you crawl backward slightly when he moves forward, resting on the edge of the mattress with his knees. 
“gonna suck my cock, princess?” he asks, snapping you out of your daze. he hums a “yeah?” when you nod and move forward, folding your legs and sitting on the heels of your feet, grabbing the bottom of his shaft—your hand unable to fully wrap around it.
you open your mouth, letting your tongue out, looking up at him as you let your saliva drip down onto the head of his cock. you take the head of his cock into your mouth, swirling your tongue over the tip. a hand tangles into your hair and johnny hisses then lets out a low groan. 
his cock is heavy and warm on your tongue, and all you want is more, more, more. 
you’re only able to take him a little past halfway down his cock, so you use your hands to take care of the remaining length. 
“ffffuck,” he hisses, running circles against your scalp with his thumb. “so good, baby.”
never in your life did you imagine you’d be sucking the cock of your classmate’s dad. ever.
tears well in your eyes, the head of his cock hitting the back of your throat every so often, the weight and the foreign feeling of him in your mouth sending heat to bubble in your stomach—you moan, the vibrations at the back of your throat hitting the clit of johnny’s cock, and he lets out a deep groan, all that races in his mind is he’s gonna cum, he’s gonna cum—
johnny pulls you off of his cock with a gentle tug of your hair, just as he feels the knot in his abdomen tighten. you whine at the loss of the weight on your tongue, and he chuckles, saying, “shit, gotta fuck you, now, baby. ‘m a bit older than you, and i wanna make this count, okay? lie back, for me?” you do so. “good girl.”
you spread your legs involuntarily, and johnny leans over to press a kiss to the corner of your mouth. “stay put, alright?” he says. he walks over to his bedside table, pulling out a condom from the second drawer. 
he unwraps the foil packaging, and you watch as he rolls it down his cock. all you can do is squirm where you lay, suddenly unable to find the right words to say. 
“daddy,” you say as he steps between your legs, unable to contain your impatience. 
“you’re so pretty, baby. you gonna let me fuck you?” he says lowly, spreading your legs apart further. “gonna let me fill you up with my cock, hm? you want that?”
you whine and nod a pathetic “yes, daddy,” and you’re washed over with the feeling of vulnerability and humiliating exposure, the position of your body and the eagerness of your voice not helping your case whatsoever. “fill me up so good, all i feel is you.”
he lines up his cock with your entrance, and it’s just as full as you thought it’d feel, possibly even more so. the stretch, however, is new. it feels like his cock could split you in half. he’s so thick, you can feel every ridge and vein of his cock against your walls. the more he pushes into you, the more your moans intensify, the more your sensitivity increases, and it burns, frankly; but only temporarily, since by the time he bottoms out, all you feel is full. 
you’ve never felt filthier, with your legs folded up against your chest, your eyes rolling to the back of your head, and mr. seo’s cock deep inside you. 
“you okay, princess?” johnny asks.
“s-so full,” you breathe out. “you’re so—so big.”
“yeah?” he asks as he slowly begins to thrust in and out.
“y-yeah,” you whimper, the feeling of his cock sending you into a frenzy. “s-so good.”
“yeah,” he repeats, increasing the pace. “you’re so tight, baby, you take my cock so fucking well.”
once he feels like you’re stretched enough, he thrusts back, nearly pulling out, and thrusts right back in, the sound of skin against skin resonating in your ears—as well as the loud moan that escapes your lips. 
his thrusts quicken, and you rotate your hips to further fuck yourself on his cock in time with his thrusts. the way he fucks you has you practically wailing at this point, johnny having your torso pressed at an angle to fuck you the way both of you want it—it has you gripping aimlessly at his biceps, his shoulder blades—it has you wrapping your arms around his neck, and pulling him close, it has you doing anything at this point to keep you from losing any remaining sense of reality.
his cock is so thick, so long, each thrust makes you cry out in pleasure. it feels—insanely good, so fucking much that it has you rambling strings of incoherent words in an effort to egg him on. he’s fulfilling your request—all you feel is his cock, his thrusts, his lips, his skin, his teeth, his hands, his body—the way he’s fucking you into oblivion has you feeling only one thing, and it’s johnny, johnny, johnny, johnny—
“such a pretty baby,” johnny mutters. “you want more?”
“yes, yes, fu-uck,” you hiccup. “h-harder, harder, fill me up m-more, i wa-ant your cock, want your cock—“
“want my—god, baby, you’re so cute when you beg,” he nearly whines for you, fucking into you faster, harder—you can only cry out in response. 
“feels so good, feels so fucking good,” you moan, johnny leaning in to bite at your neck. “daddy, more, more—“ 
you’re cut off when johnny leans away and sits up, still thrusting relentlessly into you, as he grabs hold of your hips, pulling you away and towards his cock in time with each thrust—you want more, johnny’s giving it to you.
“god, such a little slut—can’t get enough, huh?” johnny groans, and you’re pushed closer to the edge, the unexpected degradation sending you somewhere else. “’s that why you wanted to fuck me? hm? boys you were fucking just—shit—just weren’t enough?”
“no, t-they—they weren’t,” you cry, tears welling in your eyes out of pleasure. “o-only you.”
he growls a low, “that’s right,” before fucking into you harder, your moans cutting off in time with the way his skin slaps against yours.
“g-gonna come, gonna come, gonna come,” you whimper, your nails digging so hard into his shoulders you’d be surprised if you haven’t broken skin yet. “daddy.”
“wanna come? then come, baby. come all over daddy’s cock,” he groans, and brings his hands to rub and twist at your already swollen nipples.
the action sends you over the edge, and not even a moment passes until you find yourself coming for the second time tonight, johnny fucking into you through the high of orgasm.
it’s at this point where you’re practically jelly, and johnny grips your hips tightly like he’s done previously in order to chase his own orgasm, and he feels it coming close. 
you wail in the feeling of immense overstimulation—you feel, hear, and see only johnny, johnny, johnny, and it’s so painfully, torturously, good, the way his cock feels to your sensitive pussy, the way his thrusts make you putty in his hands—you can’t see yourself wanting to stop.
“gonna come, baby,” he says in a rough whisper, his thrusts growing more and more erratic. 
“daddy,” you whine between moans, the image of you all fucked out and dazed, your body sprawled under johnny sending him closer and closer to completion. 
“fuck,” he groans, and your hoarse voice moaning strings of daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy, along with the erratic clenches of your walls around his cock finally, finally, bring him to snap his hips  up into you harshly once, his cock twitching inside of you, a low moan escaping his lips as he comes. he rocks into you slowly, fucking the both of you out of your aftershocks and the post-orgasm sensitivities. he peppers your skin with open mouthed, lazy kisses, along with whispers of good girl, so fucking good for me, you did so well.
he pulls out, tugs the condom off, ties it, and throws it into the trash. he leaves the room momentarily, whispering a soft “i’ll be back.” he returns with a damp towel and some wet wipes and sits next to you, wiping any mess on your face or between your legs. it’s a strange position, since you’re sitting up, leaning on his shoulder, as he cleans dried come from your skin, but it’s surprisingly comfortable. 
“you’re perfect,” he says, voice hoarse, his hands gently spreading your legs apart as he wipes away at your inner thighs. “fuck, you’re perfect.” 
you blush, pressing your face into his bare shoulder. “i really liked that.”
“seemed like it,” he hums as he swipes a single wet wipe to your cheek. “am i as good as you thought?”
“better,” you say, bashful. “am i?”
“better,” he repeats with a smile.
“i can’t believe—i can’t believe we did that.”
“neither can i,” he laughs. “i didn’t know i could.”
you giggle, relishing in the feeling of his warmth against your skin, only half listening when johnny speaks again, telling you to—
“—go home, grab some clothes, then come back, okay? we’ll go for a swim or watch TV or something.”
you look at him with big doe eyes, clearly having been spaced out. he blushes at the sudden eye contact, the action too obvious for you to miss. 
“what, did you forget? you’re allowed to stay with me while your parents are gone, remember?”
right.
right. 
he hands you the white shirt he was wearing previously. “i’ll put your clothes in the wash. just wear this, i’m sure it’s big enough.”
you get dressed, and it’s just when you’re about to leave his bedroom that he stops you. 
“we’re not telling anyone about this, right?”
you nod. “yeah. i’m not.”
he smiles, humming. he starts dressing himself, having found his discarded swim trunks. “good. hurry up and come back, before the sun passes the poolside. i’ll get the jacuzzi started.”
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indiefilmfatale · 2 years
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could you pls write a blurb about reader teaching eddie how to eat pussy?
uhm . ye s
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content warnings: oral (afab reader receiving), eddie discovers he has a praise kink lmao
"what?" you stare at him, mouth agape, head cocked forward, with a weird tingle withering in between your legs at the mere sound of the words coming out of his mouth.
"i want to be good at it, y'know," he fumbles with the ring on his middle finger nervously. "for when i actually get a girlfriend."
you could tell he had been gathering the courage to tell you this all day, but he waited until you two had your daily after-school smoke session. his small bedroom room was starting to fill more and more with smoke as you passed the large joint back and forth. you sat on opposite corners of his bed from each other.
you find yourself speechless just in time for him to hand you the joint. you take a long hit as he looks at you expectingly. when you don't say anything after you let out the cloud of smoke, he throws his hands in the air. "so?"
you sigh, "okay, buddy. you're lucky i know what i'm doing down there." then hand him the j.
eddie's brows raise as his head tilts down curiously, "oh? so you've... done stuff down there?" he brings the joint to his mouth and sucks.
you laughed and rolled your eyes at him as you started to unbutton your jeans. "yeah, munson, i've done stuff down there, try not cream your pants."
he was lying on his stomach, head between your legs, already a little hard just from his face being so close to your naked cunt.
you sigh, nerves in your stomach suddenly forming. you didn't realize how intimate this would be for some reason. you decided to only look at it through an educational lens. you were helping a friend, that's all.
"okay, um, i guess just start with your fingers." you say, peering down at him, torso propped up with your elbows. "but don't go.. in. just start around there."
he hovers his hand so close to your skin you can feel it's warmth. eddie's big brown eyes are bigger than ever as he looked at you, brow curving upward, waiting for your approval.
"yup, just uh, whatever feels right. i'll.. correct you." you wished you didn't sound so awkward.
three fingers spread your folds and explore the damp skin of your pussy. he goes slow, moving up and down around your labia, looking at you to tell him what to do next.
"right, so," you reach down and grab his wrist, guiding the tips of his fingers about three and a half inches upward, where your clit it. you exhale at the small sensation, "that little bead right there is my clit.” eddie's hand stays in its place when you let go of his arm. "that's very important."
eddie nods, making the same motions as before but this time over your clit. you breath hitches as he goes at a tortuously slow pace, relaxing your arms and resting back onto eddie's pillows. "so, uh," you swallow, eyes fluttering shut. "yeah, that's... that's good."
he grins at your reaction. "wow, okay," you hear him mutter to himself. "what if i..." his voice trails as he picks up the pace.
a moan escaped from your lips before you can think to stop it. "y-yeah, mm," you begin to pant, until the pressure on your clit suddenly stops. you tilt your head forward to look at eddie, "why'd you stop?"
"you were supposed to teach me oral, remember?" his lip twitches into a small smile. "but i can keep going, if you really want me to."
"no, you're right." you feel your cheeks start to warm, and you try to remember exactly when the power dynamics switched here. "i mean, you basically do what you were doing with your tongue."
eddie chuckled, "that's it?"
"well- okay. i can't really explain it." you sighed, searching your brain to describe a sensation that felt indescribable. then you got an idea. you sit up a bit, "give me your hand."
eddie didn't even question you, just reaches up and holds his hand over your chest. you grab his pointer, and bend it so his knuckle right above his ring protrudes. god, were his hands always this fucking sexy?
you look to eddie, who looks utterly clueless as to what your about to do. "so you just, y'know..." you look again at the knuckle as you bring it to your lips and begin to suckle at it, practically making out with it.
you peer up at eddie, who's dumbstruck expression has faded into avid focus on his knuckle— until he sees you staring at him. when he stares back, you freeze. your mouth releases from his hand gently as you blink at him.
eddie swallows, "you want me to try that?" he practically whispers.
you give the smallest possible nod, humming a "mmhm" just loud enough for him to hear.
he holds onto your gaze has he lowers his face, spreading your folds with his tongue. he starts with simply brushing over your clit with his tongue, causing a huff out of you. you hear him mumble something but can’t quite make it out.
"what did you say?" you ask.
he pulls his mouth away, "you're wetter. than before."
your mouth falls agape, a bit aghast by his words. then he -very slowly at first- mimics just what you were doing to his knuckle right on your clit.
your head falls back onto the pillows, but you're still holding onto his hand. you have to bend your leg extra wide so his shoulder can fit between your thighs. "oh god, that's really good eds." you say, a little breathless. you squeeze his hand every time he hits just the right spot, noises spilling from your mouth beyond your control.
eddie is rolling his hips into the mattress, also beyond his control. his groin starts to ache from how hard he is, but he doesn't care. all he cares about is earning another praise from your mouth about how good he's doing. he pays close attention to each little tug you give his fingers, each little whimper, so he can drive you closer to your climax.
"shit, eddie, holy fuck," you can't help but laugh, but this only causes him to suck harder onto your clit, your smile contorting into a gasp.
your full on moaning with each wave of pleasure that hits you at this point, squeezing his fingers with one hand and reaching down with the other to guide his head into a pounding rhythm.
eddie feels you grind against his face and he groans into your pussy, the vibrations sending a shock through your body. "i'm gonna cum, eddie, don't stop." you beg.
he doubles down and sucks even harder, and your back arches. a white hot pleasure washes over you as you writhe against his mouth, his eyes glued to you as he watches you cum. you feel him groan again against your clit, and your shoulders twitch from oversensitivity.
when he pulls away, a goatee of arousal coats his face. as you catch your breath, you lazily reach toward his lips and wipe a bit of wetness off with your thumb, then bring it back to your mouth to taste yourself. "so what was all this talk about getting a girlfriend?"
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“you could live a hundred lifetimes, and never deserve that boy”
pairing: lorenzo berkshire x reader
summary: he's always there when you need him, but he's nowhere to be found at the Yule Ball. while searching for him, you come across something heartbreaking.
word count: 1.5k
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Everyone around you knew. Even the teachers, but you. Enzo would just smile when you nudged him and called him the “best friend you could ever have.”
Even after all these years, it amazed you that whenever you were craving something sweet or were moody, he could pull out candies - your favorite ones, specifically. He'd just shrug off your questions, “Y/N, you're not that special. I have a sweet tooth too, you know? Could've carried ones with you as well so that we can switch roles for once,” he playfully rolled his eyes.
Enzo was one of Hermione's close friends. Maybe that's why he cared so much about school. Or vice versa. But the thing is, he was the top student, and you were just above average. You often forgot to do homework, which played against you, but hey, you had Enzo who would give you a copy of his homework and whisper the right answers to you. But if it were others... “Hey, mate, can I copy that too?” Mattheo looked pleadingly. “Sorry, gotta maintain academic honesty,” he got his notebook back and winked at Mattheo.
“Guys, wanna go to Hogsmeade this Saturday?” you asked cheerfully. Everyone exchanged awkward looks, and it was silent for a while. “We were planning to go out as couples, and some of us got homework to do,” Blaise explained softly. “Yeah, don't hold a grudge against your amazing friends, cara mia; Blaise is only telling the truth,” Theo grinned at you.
“I can, I have nothing to do anyway,” Enzo didn't lift his eyes from books. “Wasn't it you who just complained about Numerology class's workload-“ Draco was confused, but Enzo immediately looked up, staring at him intensely. “Really? Don't think so.” And so, you found someone to go with.
As you two went out, he noticed that you didn't have a scarf on. Your nose and cheeks were red, and you tried to hide your face in your jacket. He just furrowed, but then took off his scarf and wrapped it around you. “Why'd you go out like that? You'll get sick,” he asked coldly. It was unusual. You felt uncomfortable as you tried to return the scarf to him. “Ah... owl tore mine apart; I was planning to buy new. Sorry, let me give it back to you.” He stopped you. “It's okay.”
Your primary goal for today was to buy a dress for the Yule Ball. As you two went into every shop to see if they had something decent, never once did Enzo complain. After two hours, you finally found the perfect one. It was a beautiful shade of orange, which turned to pink towards the end. It was long and had a sweetheart neckline. It just enhanced the beauty of your clavicle, shoulders, and waist. Probably the most beautiful detail was an artificial flower on one shoulder. You were blushing hard as you saw his mouth was agape.
“You look beautiful.” You blushed harder, turning away to face the mirror. The dress was bought successfully, and you two headed to Three Broomsticks. Having placed your order, you just sighed.
“Something wrong?”
“No. Thanks for sparing your time to help me today,” you smiled softly.
“Uh, it's really nothing. I enjoyed spending time with you.” It was strange. You were alone with Enzo so many times, but it never felt so awkward, or rather nervous. He seemed to be braver with compliments today.
“Have you invited someone to the ball yet?” “Nah. Mustering up courage to ask someone special. And you? I mean, has someone asked you yet?” He smirked.
“No... I don't really know why I bought that dress if no one asked me...” To tell the truth, you were utterly embarrassed. You thought he'd start laughing at you, but his smile widened.
“Maybe there'll be someone special in the end. Don't lose hope.” You rolled your eyes at him. “Easy to say when you're so handsome and popular that everyone sends you love letters. He nearly choked from the sudden outburst of laughter. And with that, the conversation topic changed.
The ball was tomorrow, and you still had no pair. Maybe it wasn't meant to be? You groaned as you threw the pillow across the room. “Do you want me to die or?” Pansy was amused at this sight. “Pans, just leave me alone,” you mumbled into the bed.
“Are you still upset because of that ball? C'mon, it's a silly thing, just go with me, you don't need any pair!”
“Easy to say when Draco asked you the first day.”
“Maybe you're right. But you're still going to have fun.” she winked. “Now, let's go to breakfast.”
You two walked into the Great Hall, observing everyone worrying and exchanging shy looks. You could feel someone's gaze on yourself. You turned your head and saw Enzo. He was smiling. A big box of chocolate and a note with flowers lay in front of him.
“You look so sour... Don't tell me no one asked you yet?” He laughed.
“Shut up. And who's that for?' You mentioned things laying on the table.
“Uh, these. They're for-“
He didn't get to finish his sentence as someone tapped your shoulder. It was a tall boy from Ravenclaw. You saw him on quidditch team. He was handsome and smart, given that he's from a blue house. He smiled nervously. “Hey... you're Y/N, right? Would you mind going to the Yule Ball with me?” So straightforward. Yet you were dumbfounded as blush slowly creeped up your face. You just nodded, and he happily went back to his table, giving you a bouquet of chrysanthemums.
You were beyond happy as you shoved the invitation in your friends' faces to brag. However, everyone was throwing worried looks towards Enzo who had his jaws clenched. “Is everything okay? Why is everyone so quiet?” “Nothing. I'm happy for you.” Enzo smiled for a second before standing up and leaving the Great Hall with his belongings. “I have to go; Numerology's starting soon.” Everyone tried to ease up the atmosphere, but you still felt weird.
Yule Ball. Oh, everyone and everything was so amazing. You put every effort into makeup and outfit today. That Ravenclaw boy, or Henry, which turned out to be his name, accompanied you from your common room to the Great Hall. Everyone was having a great time, and you enjoyed the evening. You made your way to your friend group and noticed how beautiful everyone was. There were couples everywhere, but you couldn't see one person. Lorenzo Berkshire. Slowly pulling Pansy aside, you tried to speak loudly enough for her to hear you over the music. “Hey, where's Enzo?”
She looked at you weirdly. “Oh, he just got somewhat sick. He decided to stay in the dorm.”
“He WHAT? Maybe I should check up on him..." You didn't let Pansy finish as you made your way out of the Great Hall.
A million thoughts rushed through your head, making it harder to concentrate on one. Enzo didn't like to be ill. He was rarely ill, but every time, he'd get so scared of being left alone in the dorm. No one could joke about it since it had a stinging backstory. But you stopped in your tracks as you overheard loud talking and laughing. No one was supposed to be in the halls of Hogwarts now.
"She agreed so easily; one could think she'd have many suitors, given that she's such a bitch." It was such a familiar voice.
"Mhm, but now you have to sleep with her. Isn't it a bit hard, Henry?"
"Nah, she'd fold after the right amount of firewhisky."
“I doubt it. But if you win the bet, 100 galleons are yours." You could only stare into space in disbelief. Someone betting on you? It felt so wrong, so disgusting. So your worth was 100 galleons. Tears started rolling down your cheeks as you tried to be as quiet as possible. But you were hurt, you didn't even care anymore. You just ran in the opposite direction, wherever the feet would carry you, until you bumped into someone. Books fell from their hand.
"Hey, what the hell-" He stopped abruptly. It was a familiar voice. Not Henry, but Enzo.
"Y/N, what's wrong?" He seemed perfectly healthy.
"Enzo?" You blinked in confusion. Your face was puffy with tears, and his heart clenched at the sight. "Weren't you ill..."
As he picked up his books, he just sighed. "No... I just. I didn't want to, that's all." Indeed, he wasn't dressed in a fancy suit. He was in his favorite sweater and jeans. "But it isn't about me. Why were you crying?" He asked sternly. "It's nothing... I just..." time passed, and you couldn't think of a single excuse.
You just sighed and sat on a nearby staircase. "What the hell is wrong with me, Lorenzo?" He wasn't used to you saying his full name. "Huh? Who told you that?" He tilted his head curiously. "No one. I was wondering why no one could love me? And why did the only boy who invited me to the Yule ball turn out to be a dickhead who bet that he could sleep with me?" He nearly choked as his face turned dark with anger. "Huh. So he did that?" He got absorbed in his thoughts. You could see his features becoming more sharp as he did so, so you tried to switch the topic.
"So? Why didn't you want to go? Don't tell me you got rejected by that girl?" You teased him. "That girl is you." He just blurted it out.
After seconds of silence, you started laughing. "Nice one, Berkshire. Bet you drooled over me all those years."
"I'm being serious." He averted his eyes. "Ever since I met you the first year, I've always wanted to be your friend. But this changed during the fifth year. I started wanting more than friendship. I am lost in your eyes; in this dark world, they're the only light that keeps me going. I can listen to you ramble all day long. I love all your habits; I want to be there when you cry and when you laugh. I find myself wondering how does your hand or lips feel like. I wanted to be with you, I wanted you to notice me. But all my efforts seemed to be futile." He blushed, hiding his face in his palms. "Is confessing always that embarrassing?”
“Is being confessed to always feels that amazing?" You asked quietly. You've had a crush on Enzo for a long time, but you settled for unrequited feelings. Every sign he gave was shut down by you. After all, he’s kind to everyone, right? Turns out, no. His eyes locked with yours, and he tilted his head, getting closer to your face. He seemed to be asking for permission, and when you didn't push him away, he finally leaned in.
a/n: planning 2nd part with hcs (lorenzo as a boyfriend), yes I’m THAT obsessed with him. anyway, english isn’t my first language so sorry for any any mistakes! you can drop other requests with other characters in my ask box
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