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tomwambsgans · 1 year
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sstrawberriel · 9 months
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really enjoying frat boy! Peter Parker rn🤭 istg it just makes that man way more yummy if you know what I mean☺️
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wambsgender · 1 year
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i genuinely do not think that the red sequoia dick comment in too much birthday is the gayest moment in that scene. i think there is something much more honest and real in the earnest panic of tom saying "this is not a razz. you shouldn't even be really thinking about her"
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waitimcomingtoo · 2 years
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Wicked Game ~ T.H
pairing: frat! Tom Holland x Reader
chapter six: your sleight of hand
trigger warnings: involuntary intoxication, allusion to sa, no actual sa
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Brad was passing by and saw you and Tom wrapped around each other. He looked up and saw Trent near the front door. Trent nodded and left the house, and Brad knew what to do.
“All right, all right. We get it. You won the bet, Tom. You don’t have to rub it in our faces.” Brad said loudly as he patted Tom on the back. All the color drained from Tom’s face as your eyes lit up in surprise.
“You won a bet, babe?” You smiled proudly. “What was it?”
“Oh. It’s just this stupid thing. You’re gonna laugh when I tell you.”
“Tell me.” You said through a tipsy giggle.
“The day we met, before the party, a couple of us saw you in the courtyard, right? And you inspired us to make a little bet.”
“What kind of bet?” You playfully gasped.
“Whatever boy in the house could get a girl to fall in love with them they fastest would get to be President next year.” Tom explained as he continued to sway with you to the music.
“Wait.” Your smile faltered a little as you listened to his story.
“Sounds easy right?” He continued. “I figured I would win in a day. But then the boys picked you for me to go after and I knew I had zero chance of winning.”
“Wait.” You said again as your arms slowly slide off of him.
“It’s just because you’re so you and I’m so me, you know? I didn’t think you’d ever go for me. But the boys convinced me.” Tom shrugged, never dropping his drunken smile. You took your arms all the way off of him now and put your hand on your stomach, feeling nauseous all of the sudden.
“Oh my God.” You whispered as the room began to spin around you. Tom was too drunk to notice the way you were reacting.
“Wait, wait. I haven’t gotten to the funny part yet. You’re gonna laugh. Trust me.” Tom laughed and waved his hand. “So I get Harrison to get your roommate to bring you to our party. And somehow, our master plan works. You and I hit it off and the rest is history.”
“I’m still waiting for the funny part.”
“The funny part is that I’m the one who fell. I’ve never felt this way about anyone. I’m so in love with you, darling. You don’t even know.” Tom smiled warmly at you as he took your hands into his.
“Don’t touch me.” You ripped your hands away and held yourself.
“What?” Tom frowned. “What’s wrong, princess?”
“What’s wrong?” You raised your voice. “You just told me our entire relationship was based on some sick, perverted bet.”
“It started as a bet, yes. But I fell in love with you for real. Why are you upset?” Tom genuinely wondered, too drunk to fully grasp the situation.
“Because I was just the butt of the joke for you and your stupid friends.“ You shouted as your eyes filled with tears. Party goers looked over to see what the commotion was about and listened in.
“No, no, no.” Tom quickly tried to backtrack. “You weren’t a joke. It wasn’t like that, love.”
“Then why was it me? Why did your friends pick me for you to go after?”
Tom’s stomach was turning as all the guilt and lies caught up to him. He wished he wasn’t drunk when having the most important conversation of his life.
“I don’t know. Because you weren’t really in our crowd. None of us knew who you were. We just knew you were really smart. It was funny.” Tom weakly tried to explain himself.
“Why is it funny that someone would love me?” You screamed, making the party go silent. Tom blinked in surprise, never having heard you stray from your soft spoken nature.
“It’s not. I promise it’s not. But you were sitting right there and the opportunity was perfect. The boys picked you because they knew you’d never go for a guy like me. Plus, no one in the house had ever been with you before. We all thought you were a virgin.”
“What does that matter?” Your eyes darkened a little at the new information.
“Well what would you rather drive? A brand new Mercedes or a an old station wagon that had a couple thousand miles on it?” Tom tried to explain himself with the analogy Trent had used. It made sense to him when Trent said it, but the look on your face told Tom he should not have repeated that.
“So that’s what it takes for you to see me as something with value? You have to compare me to a car?” You asked as mascara-stained tears rolled down your face.
“Well when you put it like that-“
“Do you have any idea how dehumanizing that is?” You cut him off. “Or how inherently creepy it is to go after virgins in the first place? You’re acting like a woman’s sexual past is equivalent to depreciation.”
“You know I don’t understand you when you use big words like that.” Tom said quietly.
“You know what Tom? I don’t understand you either.” You laughed sadly. “I thought you were a nice guy. Better yet, I thought I loved you. And I was stupid enough to believe you loved me too. But you’re not a nice guy. You’re a sociopath. So you can’t love me. You can’t love anyone. That saves you from ever having to love yourself because take it from me, that’s a particularly wicked game. A game I didn’t even know I was playing. Fuck you, fuck this frat, fuck the bet, and fuck you again because I don’t feel it truly sinking in. You are a detestable, microphallus, pithy excuse for a man. And I hope I never fucking see you again.“
Tom’s jaw dropped in shock after your monologue. He felt his own eyes well up in tears as he realized just how bad the situation was. He didn’t get a chance to break the truth to you in a delicate way and now he didn’t know if he’d ever be able to redeem himself.
“She knows so many words.” Brad mumbled to himself.
“I just googled microphallus.” One of the frat brothers laughed and showed Brad his phone. You and Tom shared a long look as the attendants of the party stared at you. You both had tears rolling down your face, but your face was twisted in anger while his was crestfallen. You shook your head at Tom and gave him the worst look of all, a look of disappointment. Before you could walk away, Harrison came back into the room.
“Woah. What’s going on in here?” He asked as he looked around the room.
“Harrison. Not now. Get out of here.” Tom ordered as he wiped his face.
“Did Peyton know about the bet?” You turned to Harrison to ask.
“The bet?” His eyes flew open. “Oh shit, dude. You told her?”
“No, I didn’t tell her. Freaking Brad told her.” Tom croaked as he pointed to Brad. Brad held up his hands in defense as everyone’s attention turned to him.
“Oh shit.” Harrison repeated. “No, Peyton didn’t know. I just told her to bring you to the party that night because I had a friend for you to meet.”
“Are you guys okay? What’s going on in here?” Harry asked as he came into the room as well.
“Not now, Harry.” Harrison answered and nodded towards Tom. Harry looked around in confusion and saw your devastated expression.
“Oh no. What’s wrong, Shark Week? Are you okay?” Harry asked with genuine concern but unknowingly made the situation worse.
“She knows about the bet.” Harrison said quietly.
“Oh, shit.” Harry burst out laughing. “Did you guys tell her how funny it was though?”
“She didn’t find it very funny.” Tom said through a clenched jaw. Brad surveyed the room and smirked a little.
“I have to say, I’m surprised she didn’t find it funny. We all thought it was hilarious.” Brad spoke up. “What was that thing you said, Tom? That lonely girls like Y/n will tell anybody that they love them just in case they say it back?”
“Brad.” Harrison whispered harshly and made a motion for him to be quiet.
“What? It was so funny.” Brad played dumb. “Tom was all like, “yeah bros, I just have to fuck her and she’ll be telling me she loves me before I get my pants back on”. Didn’t you say that Tom?“
“You said that?” Your voice cracked as you looked at Tom. All the women in the room began to back away from Tom and Brad, equally disgusted with their behavior.
“I didn’t know you yet. I was an asshole back then. I didn’t mean that.” Tom’s voice shook as he tried to explain himself.
“Back then? That was a few months ago. Clearly, you haven’t changed. If anything, you’re worse now because back then, you weren’t lying to me.”
“I’m starting to get the feeling I shouldn’t be here.” Harry thought out loud, catching your attention.
“Wait, Harry. You called me Shark Week. Brad called me that too. What does that mean?” You asked as you looked at all the boys. Harrison, Tom, and Harry looked down in shame and Brad let out a satisfied sigh.
“What?” You asked again. “What does it mean?”
Nobody wanted to be the one to answer you, so they all stayed silent.
“Tom?” You asked him directly. Tom gave you an apologetic look and shrugged a little.
“I might’ve told them about you bleeding on my sheets.” Tom said quietly. He thought you’d get even angrier if that was possible, but you just let out a laugh.
“Oh. I get it.” You nodded your head. “This was all just one big joke to you. I was just one big fucking joke.”
“No you weren’t, I swear. You weren’t a joke. What we had was real to me. I really do love you. Please believe me.” Tom pleaded with you as he reached for you.
“Why would I believe you? You are such a liar.” You said as you stepped back from him.
“Because I’m telling the truth.” Tom smiled weakly at you. He looked into your eyes and hoped you could find it in your heart to hear him out. You studied Tom’s face for a moment and cracked a sad smile.
“You promised you wouldn’t break my heart.” You said quietly, quiet enough for only him to hear. That felt like a final blow for Tom as hot tears slipped down his face.
“I didn’t-“
You smacked him across the face before he could finish his sentence. Your hand stung even worse than his face did, but neither of you cared. He didn’t even touch his cheek to ease the pain. He didn’t feel like he deserved to be soothed. He just stood there and felt the pain.
“I hate you.” You told him, looking him right in the eyes as you said it.
This brought forth a different kind of pain, and not the kind that Tom would bear. A small gasp escaped his lips and he felt his heart crumble in his chest. All you could do what hope he felt half of what you were feeling when he shattered your soul. You sized him up and let out a quiet, dry laugh before turning around. People parted for you and cleared a space for you to leave the house. Tom watched each step you took out of the house until you shut the door behind you. Tom covered his face with his hands as he started to really cry. Harry and Harrison went over to him and wrapped their arms around him for comfort.
“Dude, cheer up. You won the bet.” Harry reminded him as he rubbed his brothers back.
“I know.” Tom sniffled. “But I lost her.”
Meanwhile, you were walking away from the frat house as you wiped your face. You pulled out your phone to call Peyton, but she didn’t respond so you left a voicemail. As you stumbled down the walkway, you heard a party in full swing. You looked up and saw multicolored lights coming out of the Alpha Theta frat house.
“I forgot there were other frats on campus.” You mumbled to yourself. You walked into the house and went straight to the kitchen. You didn’t normally drink, but you weren’t particularly looking forward to feeling this pain. You downed a few shots and took a beer from the counter before going to the dance floor.
It didn’t take long for Trent to spot you in the crowd. He assumed Brad had told you about the bet by now and that’s why you were getting drunk at a different frat house. Trent smiled and got his friends attention before going over to you.
“Hey. I’m Trent. This is James.” Trent said as he gestured to his friend. You barely looked at either of them as you finished the rest of your drink.
“Aren’t you Y/n?“ Trent continued, catching James’s attention.
“I used to be.” You gave him a drunk smile and stumbled a little.
“Wait, Y/n? Isn’t that Hollands girl? He’ll kill us both for even thinking about it.” James whispered to Trent.
“Chill, bro. She’s not his girl anymore. You didn’t hear about their bet?” Trent whispered back.
“What bet?” James wondered.
“I’ll tell you.” You chimed in. “You guys are horrible at whispering by the way. Anyways, my details might be fuzzy because I’m quite literally the last person to know, but the Delta Nu frat had a bet going that the first guy to get a pathetic loser to fall in love with him would get the be president. And guess who the pathetic loser was?”
You moved your wrist around in a circle before pointing to yourself. Trent and James exchanged a look before returning their attention to you.
“Damn. That sucks.” James looked at you sympathetically.
“Yeah.” You sighed. “It does suck.”
“Well did he win?” James wondered. “Did you actually fall in love with him?”
“Duh. That’s why I’m a pathetic loser. See before I met him, I was more loser than pathetic. Then, he made me feel like I was the coolest girl ever. Like a real-life manic pixie dream girl.”
“A what?”
“Shh. I’m talking.” You hushed them. “Anyways, now that the bet is done, he’s the president of the top frat on campus, and I’m just the pathetic loser he used to get there.”
Trent and James exchanged a look once you finished your story. James felt bad for you, but Trent was just happy knowing Tom was somewhere hurting.
“But now I’m here! Drinking at your party until I forget that the only boy I ever loved was just using me to get ahead in a competition he was already winning. Cheers.” You said as you took a drink out of the hand of someone walking by and downed it. You looked at the boys again in your drunken gaze and frowned.
“Sorry, what did you say your name was?” You asked.
“Trent. I’m actually in the Delta Nu frat. I just had no idea about the bet.” Trent lied as he shook your hand.
“Really?” You asked. “I figured all the guys were in on it.”
“No. I don’t really hang out with those guys. They always do barbaric shit like that. And Tom’s the worst one. The bet was actually his idea.” Trent continued to lie just to fully bury Tom.
“It was?” Your face crumpled with this new information. James looked angrily at Trent for making you feel worse than you already did.
“Yeah. I tried to get him to stop the bet because of how disgusting it was, but he insisted on it.” Trent shrugged. The opposite was true, but you didn’t know that.
“Dude, didn’t you just say you didn’t know about the bet?” James said as he gave Trent a look.
“Shh. She’s drunk and heartbroken. She’s not even listening.” Trent whispered to James and gestured to you.
“What wattage is that lightbulb?” You asked as you pointed to the light above you.
“See what I mean?” Trent said to James before returning his attention to you. “Do you want to get drunk?”
“I don’t know. I’m already drunk and kinda just want to go home and cry.” You said as you started to feel uneasy.
“Come on. Live a little. You can cry tomorrow.” Trent said as he wrapped an arm around you.
“That is true.” You shrugged.
“Let me get you a drink.” Trent smiled and lead you to the kitchen. James got a weird feeling in his stomach and followed close behind you. You did a few more shots with Trent and when he offered you another, you turned him down.
“I think I’m good for now. I’ve had enough for the night.”
“Then I’ll make you a virgin cocktail. I’m really good at it. Virgins are the best.” Trent said now that you were in the kitchen. James lingered in the doorway and pretended not to be listening.
“I don’t know. I’m not really supposed to drink things I don’t pour.” You laughed nervously and leaned against a door for support. You were a lot drunker than you intended to be and we’re starting to regret it.
“Please? It’ll give me a chance to practice.“ Trent replied as he began to make you a drink. You didn’t want to say yes, but you knew he wouldn’t stop asking until he did.
“Okay. Sure. Fine. But no alcohol.” You reminded him as you looked over your shoulder for a bathroom. When your head was turned, Trent poured a few shots of vodka into the drink he was making you.
“Dude. She said no alcohol.” James said loud enough for you to hear, but your head was off in space.
“She didn’t mean that.” Trent rolled his eyes. “I’m doing her a favor. Once she’s drunk, she’ll forget all about Tom and his bet.”
“I don’t like this, bro. I don’t think you know what you’re doing.” James said as he put a hand over the drink Trent was making for you. Trent ripped the cup away and pushed James back a little.
“Holland disrespected me in front of the entire frat. He called me a dog. This is payback.” Trent whispered harshly as he brought the cup over to you.
“Are you sure there’s no alcohol in this?” You asked as you stared into the cup.
“Scouts honor.” Trent crossed his heart and gave you a warm smile. You smiled back and drank what was in the cup.
You managed to slip away from Trent and James and went to dance in the living room. You didn’t see the dozens of missed calls and texts from Tom and Peyton as you danced with strangers. You felt your cup being taken out of your hand at one point and opened your eyes to see who it was.
“Here. Let me refresh your drink.” Trent smiled at you and placed a full cup in your hand. You were significantly drunker now, more so than you ever had been before. You didn’t taste the alcohol Trent had slipped you as you downed what was in the cup. A few minutes went by and you started to feel like the room was spinning around you. You crumbled your empty cup in your hand and went to sit on the couch. Trent was by your side in no time with another cup in his hand. This time, you pushed it away.
“Don’t feel so good. Mm gonna go home.” You mumbled as you stood up. You almost tripped over your own feet but he caught you.
“What? Don’t go home now. The party is just getting started.” Trent smiled and held you in place. You tried to move, but his grip was too strong and you were too drunk.
“Mmm not up for it tonight.” You stumbled over your words and pulled out your phone. You tried to read the texts Peyton had sent you but your vision was blurry.
“My phone is almost dead. I really gotta go.” You gulped a little and went for the door again.
“Come on. Don’t be a buzzkill.” Trent stepped in front of you and blocked you.
“I’m not. I just have to go home.” You gave him a weak smile and tried to get past him.
“Okay. Sure. I’ll get you home.” Trent offered and put an arm around you to lead you to the door.
“That’s okay. I can make it myself.” You told him as an anxious feeling rose up in your stomach. Your head was pounding and you couldn’t think straight in the moment.
“No you can’t. You can barely stand.” Trent pointed out. You looked around for anyone you knew who might be able to help you, but saw no one.
“I’m okay. Really.” You tried to assure him as you nearly fell over. He laughed as he caught you and started walking towards the door.
“Where are you going?” James asked as he blocked you and Trent from leaving.
“We’re just getting some fresh air.” Trent lied. “She doesn’t feel so good so I’m gonna take her outside.”
“She looks really drunk.” James said sternly. Your head was hanging down and you could barely hear the conversation.
“She’s fine.” Trent insisted. “She’s just playing.”
He tried to leave again and James noticed the way your feet were practically dragging on the floor behind you. He stepped in front of Trent again which only made him angrier.
“Dude, she looks really drunk. Where are you guys going?“ James asked again as he glared at Trent.
“Don’t worry about it.” Trent said through clenched teeth. James gulped and looked at you again. Your eyes were shut now and you were hanging off of Trent like a rag doll.
“You’re just getting some air?” James asked skeptically as he looked between you and Trent.
“Yeah. I’m your friend, dude. You know me. I’m not gonna do anything stupid.” Trent gave James an eerie smile and pulled you closer.
“Say bye, Y/n.” Trent said to you. You picked your head up a little when you heard your name and gave James a sleepy smile.
“Bye James.” You held up a hand as if you were waving and then touched your thumb to your palm and closed your fingers around it. James furrowed his eyebrows at the odd movement as your head hung limply again.
“Bye James.” Trent winked at him before walking out the door with you. As soon as you were out of James’s sight, he got a bad feeling in his chest. He went over to the cup that you had dropped and picked it up. When he sniffed it, he was hit with a scent of alcohol that made his eyes water. His stomach began to churn as his mind went through every worst case scenario. If Trent had gotten you drunk without your knowledge, there must’ve been a bigger plan at play. James raced outside the house and looked around but didn’t see you or Trent anywhere. He sighed in frustration and ran to the Delta Nu frat house. When he walked in, he saw Harry and Harrison in a heated discussion in the kitchen.
“Dudes. Where’s Tom?” James asked them in a panic. Before they could answer, Brad came into the kitchen and spotted James.
“Woah. What do you think you’re doing here? No other frats allowed.” Brad scoffed as he pushed James back a little.
“Where’s Tom?” James ignored him and asked again.
“Upstairs.” Harrison told him. “But I wouldn’t bother him right now. He’s pretty upset.”
“Where is he? I need to talk to him. It’s urgent.” James explained as he ran towards the stairs. Harry and Harrison exchanged a look of confusion and followed after James.
“Which door is his?” James asked as he banged on all the doors.
“He’s not gonna open the door.” Harry told him.
“He has to. He has to help her.” James said, his anxiety evident in his tone. Harry and Harrison exchanged a confused look and went over to James.
“Wait, slow down. It’s okay. Just tell us what’s wrong.” Harry said calmly as he held James by the shoulders.
“It’s Y/n. Trent got her drunk and he left the party with her.”
“What party?” Harrison asked immediately.
“Over at Alpha Theta.” James replied.
“Where did he take her?” Harry asked.
“I don’t know. Guys, I think something bad is going to happen.” James gulped as his eyes darted between the two boys. Harry and Harrison looked at each other and made a decision.
“Come on. We gotta tell Tom.” Harrison nodded towards Tom’s door.
“You go tell Tom. I’m gonna get Sam and to try and find Y/n.” Harry decided. All the boys nodded and split up in different directions.
Meanwhile, you were in and out of consciousness as you walked down the sidewalk. Your arms were wrapped around Trent’s neck with your phone in your hand.
“Wait. This isn’t the way to my dorm.” You realized and stopped walking. You almost fell over, so Trent tightened his grip around your waist and helped you stand upright.
“Shh. We’re just going to my friends dorm. He’s not home.” Trent told you as he continued to drag you along.
“I need to go home. My roommate is probably freaking out. She doesn’t know where I am.” You said as you pulled away from him.
“Then text her and tell her you’re fine.” Trent replied and pulled you back towards him. You lifted your heavy head and saw that you were standing outside of one of the dorms.
“My phone is dead. Can I use your phone?” You asked as you made sure your phone's camera was pointed at the address of the building.
“Yeah. Once we go inside.” Trent said as he started to pull you up the stairs.
“I don’t want to go up there.” You shook your head and pulled away from him.
“Come on. You need some water.” Trent said and pulled you again. You tried to stay put but your legs felt like jelly.
“I’m fine. I’m just gonna go home.” You said and started to walk away. Trent ran after you and stood in front of you.
“Just come up and use my phone to tell your roommate where you are.” He smiled sweetly at you as he held you in place. You looked over your shoulder at the dimly light street and gulped a little. You felt too disoriented to make it back to your apartment on your own and knew you needed Peyton to come get you.
“Okay.” You decided. “Just to call Peyton.”
“Yeah. Let’s call Peyton.” Trent smirked and wrapped his arm around your shoulders. He helped you up the stairs and brought you to his first floor dorm. You stumbled inside and immediately went for his couch.
“I’m gonna sit.” You mumbled as you flopped down on the couch. Trent went to the kitchen and poured two drinks for the two of you. He looked over his shoulder at you and saw that your eyes were closed.
“Okay.” He smirked. “Get comfortable.”
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hogwartsmarvelmommy · 2 years
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The Bet
A Harry Holland mini series
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Part 1 (the game begins)
Summery:
Tom bets Harry he can't make you fall in love with him.
Warnings: slut shaming, social anxiety, smut (thigh riding) cursing, boys being dumb, blood.
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Weekends at the frat were always busy. It was like as soon as five pm on Friday rolled around it was a revolving door of people. Some people the boys knew, some people they had seen but never spoken to, and some people that were completely strangers. None of them minded of course, part of being in the frat was throwing parties and they were determined to do it better than any of the other fraternities on campus.
Most of the occupants of the frat were sitting in an area they usually claimed as their own on nights like these. Talking to each other and ignoring the rowdy party goers aside from the occasional attractive girl that would saunter by catching their eye (or boy in Travis' case). Tonight was no different. 
Harry always steered away from girls who were drinking, he had a very specific set of rules, no alcohol, no leading on, and absolutely no falling in love with him. He knew it was strange, but he had a rugby Career to think of, and he planned on going pro. So he was straight forward if he started talking to a girl, hence the no Alcohol rule. Which brings us to the particular topic of today's conversation amongst the boys. 
"All I'm saying," Tom announced, "is that, you either suck in bed, or girls are really not into you," there was a collective round of oos from the other guys as Harry rolled his eyes. 
"I tell them they can't fall in love with me from the get go, keeps them from getting all clingy," Harry reminded Tom with a smirk. 
Tom sighed as he took a swig of his drink, "I'm just saying, I doubt you could get a girl to fall in love with you, you're too cocky," he told his younger brother. 
True to Tom's word Harry just scoffed, "I could have anyone in this room fall in love with me," he chuckled.
Tom narrowed his eyes on his younger brother. "Wanna bet on that?" He asked with a smirk. 
That caught Harry's attention. "Fine, what'll it be?" Harry challenged. 
"If you can get a girl of my choosing to fall in love with you, you win bragging rights," Tom explained. 
Harry nodded as he mulled the idea in his head but it wasn't him who spoke next. "That could take weeks," Sam pointed out with a worried expression, he always seemed to be the most level headed of the three Hollands (Four when they were back home).
"Maybe," Tom shrugged, "but Mr.cocky over here could probably get it done faster," Tom glanced over to Harry to see his eyes narrowed at him. 
"Fine," Harry agreed, "who will it be?"
Tom's finger was up and pointing across the room before Harry had even finished his sentence. 
Every boy turned to where Tom was pointing, and there you stood. A drink in your hand that was still full from when you had gotten it an hour prior, standing beside your cousin and flatmate, as you didn't know anyone else there. Harry had never seen you, and didn't know a thing about you, but Tom (who had been sleeping with your cousin Malory) knew exactly who you were and what had brought you here, and he knew that out of everyone in this room, you would be the last person to fall for his brother.
"Who is that?" Harrison asked, breaking the silence and causing all of them to turn their attention from where you stood.
"Mal's cousin, she just transferred here," Tom explained. 
Harry watched you for a few minutes more before turning back to his brother and sticking out his hand. Tom grasped his with his own and shook. "Got yourself a deal," Harry announced before finishing the beer in his hand, and gearing up to make his move.
Meanwhile, you were as uncomfortable as you had ever felt. Malory had told you coming out tonight would be good for you, help you get out of the funk you were most definitely in. But the truth was, you didn't want to be here, you would rather be anywhere but here. 
Mal was popular, so there wasn't a moment where she wasn't introducing you to another person, and socially you were drained. You didn't want to have to tell another person who you were, or that you had transferred over from the states, and you definitely didn't want to tell them why. You spotted a boy with curly red hair making his way towards the two of you, he was cute, with nicely styled Auburn hair, a cute smile, and a generous dusting of freckles on his cheeks. 
"Nope!" Mal yelled as she pointed a boney finger out towards him, "turn your ass around Holland Jr. And go find someone else," she told him strictly. 
His hands flew up to his chest as though he had been stabbed by her words and he feigned heartache. "Me? What have I ever done to you Malory?" He questioned as he walked up until he was directly in front of the two of you.
He cast you a grin, before turning back to Malory. "I'm serious Harry," she warned, "don't even think about it," she told him with a look that threatened death. 
The boy, who's name you had just learned was Harry, nodded at her. "I was just coming to say hi, I've never seen you around before," he turned his attention to you. 
"What about the other fifty people you have never seen around before?" Malory asked before you could even respond. 
Harry shrugged, "none of them caught my eye quite like her," he told her before turning back towards you. 
You had to give it to him, he was good, maybe too good, as though he had done this time and time again. 
You smiled politely. "Y/n." You said as you stuck your hand out for him to shake. 
He grasped it in his and brought it up to his lips, kissing the skin of your hand gently. 
"Harry," he told you, though you had already gathered that. 
"Ok, you introduced yourself, now go away. And tell that brother of yours to stay away from me tonight," Mal told him as she gave him a shove back towards a group of guys she had previously told you were the fraternity brothers. 
A few to many people and an eternity later, you were standing alone, watching a sea of drunk people dancing like no one was watching. You had lost Mal about a half an hour ago and you weren't entirely sure what you were supposed to do. You wanted to go home, but the problem with that was you weren't sure how to get there or where exactly you were. You were the perfect victim for a predator right now you realized. "You don't look like you're having a good time," a familiar voice said. You turned to see the same curly haired boy from earlier standing beside you. 
You shook your head, "my social clock stopped ticking, but I don't know where Mal went," you admitted. 
"She and Tom ran off to his room," Harry told you with an apologetic smile. 
"Oh," you mumbled as you looked at the ground. 
"Are you going to be able to get home without her?" He wondered as he touched your arm. 
"I uh, I don't know how to get there from here, and she has the car keys," you admitted, as you cringed at the idea that you were a sitting duck. 
"I'll take you home," Harry told you like it was the simplest option. 
You shook your head and glanced at his nearly empty cup, "you have been drinking," you pointed out. 
He nodded and then chuckled, "I have, and I would never put you in a dangerous position, so I'll walk you," he said, "it's not to far from here, and I am all to familiar with Mal's place from how many times I've had to pick up a hungover Tom there the morning after," he told you as he lead you through the front door of the frat. 
You stopped at the stairs and glanced at him unsure. This was a recipe for disaster, not only did you not know this guy, but you also didn't know the area, and your true crime loving brain was screaming at you to stay put and just wait for Mal, but something else was telling you you could trust this guy.
So despite every red flag you followed him down the stairs to the sidewalk. "Is that alcohol?" He asked as he gestured to the cup in your hands. 
You nodded at him as you watched him take it from your hands and dump it into the grass beside you. "Don't want you getting in trouble for an open container," he explained. 
You nodded and eyed him skeptically. He was handsome, that you could easily admit. And there was something about him. He seemed to have a cocky attitude, but you could see that maybe that wasn't all it was underneath, maybe this boy was as broken and damaged as you were, or maybe he was just a cute boy offering to walk a helpless girl home. 
"Thanks for doing this," you said after a few minutes of walking. 
He shrugged but smiled, "I'd rather you get home safe than feel partially responsible if anything happened to you," he explained. 
"So what's the deal with Mal and -" you trailed off as you tried to remember the name of the boy Mal was most obviously involved with even if they did have real enemies to lovers vibes going on. 
"I don't know honesty," Harry admitted, "Tom is- well Tom is Tom, and Him and Mal have some history, but it gets messy when they're together," he chuckled. "She poured milk on his mattress once and dragged it out in the sun so the milk would spoil, he says it's because he didn't take her out, but I have a feeling it was more than that," he told you. 
You nodded as you wrapped your arms around yourself the brisk night air nipping at your skin. 
"You're cold," Harry said as he slipped off his jacket and draped it over your shoulders. 
You couldn't help but giggle. 
"Thank you," you said. 
You were finally approaching an area you were vaguely familiar with and it eased some of the tension in your bones. That is until you saw the steps leading to your apartment building, and who was sitting on them 
"Oh no," you groaned as you went to turn right around and flee, you would wait for Mal at the fraternity you didn't care how long she'd be, anything to avoid what was about to come. 
"Y/n! Y/n! Is that you?" Markus called from behind you. 
Harry could easily see the tension in your body at the sound of the man's voice. "You want me to tell this guy to kick rocks?" He asked you. 
You weren't a confrontational person, in the slightest, you didn't like dealing with problems if they had the possibility of becoming heated. But in this instance, you couldn't take him being here. So you nodded at Harry, thankful he was there with you. 
"Hey, how bout you come by another time buddy, she doesn't want to talk right now," Harry called towards where Markus was standing staring at the two of you. 
"And who the hell are you?" He demanded stepping forward. 
"No one, but the lady doesn't want to talk tonight, so go on and go home, yeah?" Here Harry was, dealing with your problems with no back story or explanation, just the simple fact that he could tell you needed it. 
"That's really nice y/n, you ran off and hopped on the first dick you can find, doesn't matter that I'm the only guy you've been with, right. You said it yourself, your lacking experience," he spat in your direction. 
Harry recoiled back at the words before shaking them off. "Hey listen mate, just get lost," Harry told him. 
At this point Markus had started to get closer to the two of you, only standing a few feet away, you had your face hidden behind Harry, who you were practically using as a human shield. "Yeah?" Markus asked dryly. "So you can go sink your dick in the slut standing behind you? I don't think so," 
The noise of bone crunching, Is a very distinct one, of course followed by a howl of pain. 
You jumped back ready to call the cops if Markus had struck Harry, but were surprised to see Markus clutching his nose in pain as Harry shook out the hand he had just used to punch him. 
"First off, don't call her a slut," Harry spat, taking a step towards Markus who began backing up, "and second, she doesn't want to see you, so get lost," he finished as Markus grabbed his coat and fled. 
You stood staring at Harry with your mouth agape completely unsure at what had just transpired. "I- wha-" you shook your head in disbelief as you glanced over to see Markus' car peeling out of the parking lot. 
"Are you ok?" Harry wondered as he looked you over. 
"Am I- what? Me? Are you okay?" You stuttered out. You glanced at his hand to see blood and instantly felt guilty. "Your bleeding," you stated. 
He looked down at his knuckles and shrugged, "I'll be fine," he assured you. 
You shook your head as you told your brain to kick back into action, "come on," you told him as you walked past him and grabbed his uninjured hand. "I have a first aid kit upstairs, and alcohol, because I need a shot," you admitted as you pulled him along. 
"I figured you didn't drink," Harry chuckled from behind you.
You glanced back at him with your eyebrows pulled together. "Why would you figure that?" 
"You had the same cup all night and you didn't touch it at all," he explained. 
You were shocked he had noticed that, he must have been watching you most of the night to even put that together. You nodded as you pulled your keys from your pocket. "I um- I don't like to let my inhabitants down around people I don't know," you admitted. 
You unlocked the door and pushed it open and let Harry in before you followed. 
First step was a shot. 
Second, a first aid kit. 
You chose to drink straight from the bottle of peach flavored vodka, the cheap liquid burning all the way down. 
"You don't know me," Harry chuckled as he pointed towards the liquor.
You nodded, "well you just punched my shitty ex in the nose without having any explanation of why I didn't want to speak to him. Guess that makes us acquaintances, " you smiled as you rummaged around the cupboards until finding the first aid kit. 
"I can work with that," Harry chuckled as he watched you. 
If he was being honest, he wasn't one to act with anger, rarely ever getting physical with people other than his brothers, or opposing teams on the field, But something about how sour the word slut had been directed at you made him react without a second thought. He told himself it was for the benefit of the bet, but honestly, he just wanted to protect you from that, and he had no idea why. 
"Oh yeah?" You wondered with a grin. 
"Mhmm," Harry said, "step up from strangers, and a step closer to friends," he wiggled his eyebrows at you. 
"Friends," you chuckled. "right," 
"You're going to need some of those you know, uni is hard enough as is, having people to talk to makes it more barrable," he explained. 
You nodded, mulling over the thought of being his friend. "Yeah alright, tell you what, we're friends," you chuckled at him. He smiled wide at you before you interrupted. "On one condition," 
He narrowed his brows at you but nodded. "Shoot," 
"It doesn't go further than that, ever," if there was one thing you were sure of it was that you couldn't take another heartbreak, and Harry.. well he seemed like the perfect boy to break your heart. You had to protect yourself after all, even if you were selling short an opportunity. 
Harry's eyes widened as he looked at you. All too aware of the bet with Tom becoming a whole lot more difficult. "Deal y/n, friends and nothing more," he stuck out his hand for you to shake and you rolled your eyes as you grabbed it and pulled it towards you to clean. 
"Now let's get this cleaned up," you mumbled as you wet a gauze pad with some rubbing alcohol. 
"Aww shit," he hissed as you pressed it to his busted knuckle. "So now since we're friends, what was that guy's deal anyway?" He Wondered as he winced while you proceeded to clean his hand. 
"Basic story," you sighed. "Highschool sweetheart, lost my virginity to him, thought it was forever, only to have my heart crushed when my best friend told me that they had been sleeping together for months," you ripped a bandaid open and sealed it over the split in Harry's knuckle noticing a bunch of partially healed cuts and scars along with callouses. "He begged me to forgive him, and explained that I was an idiot if I moved to throw away all the good years we had had over a few months. So I packed a bag, left a note that said I was an idiot and flew to Scotland for two months, then Mal told me she had a room open and I enrolled here for school, picked up and completely upended my life," you explained. 
"You're not an idiot," Harry said sternly. 
You nodded with a smile, "no I'm not, I just, I know what I'm worth, and it's a whole lot more than that," you grabbed the bottle of vodka again taking a swing before offering it to Harry. 
He eyed you for a minute before shrugging and throwing it back. "So what now? You have given up on love all together?" He wondered. 
You chuckled before nodding. "Something like that, it's not worth the pain, you know, it feels good for a while, but then to have your heart destroyed," you sighed as you stared at the wall, "no one deserves to feel that, like you weren't enough, or you were just some means to an end," you told him. 
Harry cringed at that last statement. He wanted to call Tom and call the whole thing off, there was no way he could go through with this and risk you getting hurt in the crossfire, especially with you being so open with him, this wasn't worth bragging rights, hell it probably wasn't worth anything Tom had to offer. He pulled his phone from his pocket seeing a text from Tom that read 'I expect a full report in the morning lover boy,' and suddenly the idea of throwing the bet out the window went right out the window instead. 
Harry would come to regret this moment, and he knew that without a shadow of a doubt. You deserved more than to be part of something so childish without knowing, but his competitive cocky nature made him headstrong, and that, that was his problem. 
"So," Harry sighed, sitting back and looking at you. "only guy you have ever been with huh?" 
You groaned as you grabbed the bottle of vodka and made your way to the L shaped couch. "Yup, 23 years old and I've only slept with one person, which either makes me extremely sad or extremely lucky," you shrugged as you took another swig of the drink. "Guess it just depends on who you ask. What about you?" You wondered, your attention turned back toward where he was leaning against the counter.
"What about me?" He asked with a grin. 
"Come on," you chuckled. "You must get around with a smile and face like that," you teased. 
Harry just rolled his eyes before making his way to the couch beside you. "Nothing serious," he admitted. "A few flings, but that's it," he told you. 
You nodded, offering him the bottle again which he gladly took. 
You spent the next late hours chewing the shit and becoming fast friends. There was an undeniable chemistry between the two of you that you couldn't deny, but there was no way you would ever act on it. 
You yawned as you glanced at the clock on the wall, it was nearly 3 am and between the two of you guys, you had nearly finished the vodka. "We should get some sleep," you mumbled as you let your eyes fall closed. 
"We've been friends for only a few hours and we're already having sleepovers?" Harry chuckled as he sprawled out on the couch, his arm draped around your legs. "How scandalous," he mumbled before his breathing got heavy and passed out. 
Harry's head pounded as his eyes fluttered open the next morning, to a terrifying sight. Harry gasped as he sat up seeing a very angry Mal standing above him. "I specifically told you no," she warned. 
"I didn't do anything," Harry protested, and he was telling the truth, he hadn't done anything, which in and of itself was not like him at all. 
"She's not another mark on your bedpost Harry," she told him with a sigh. "She's been through a lot in life and she doesn't need any of the drama that comes along with a Holland," 
Harry looked at Mallory with a serious face before he answered. "We're not all Tom Mal. I just want to be her friend nothing more," the lie felt heavy on his tongue as he said it, but it seemed to be enough for her. 
She nodded and then looked at you still fast asleep on the couch. "I'll kill you if you hurt her," she warned.
"I'll hold you to that," Harry said honestly, because suddenly he was worried hurting you just might break him.  
You awoke to the smell of something delicious. You pushed up from the couch to find Mal standing at the stove. "Morning you floozy," you chuckled as you stretched your arms above your head. 
"I can say the same to you," she giggled as she looked over at you with a funny look. 
"What?" You wondered with narrowed eyes, and then last night came flooding back into your mind. You glanced over to the other side of the couch to find it empty. 
"He left this morning when I got home," she told you as she turned back to the food she was cooking. 
"Oh," you mumbled as you stood up from the couch. 
"Y/n, I meant what I said yesterday," she sighed as she turned around to face you again. "The Holland's, they are bad news, and Harry is the worst of them," she told you. 
You shook your head. "We're only friends Mal," you assured her. 
She nodded, "well Tom and I aren't even that and look what he does to me," she grumbled. 
You felt bad. Honestly you did. But you and Harry were only friends, and you had agreed to be nothing more. So what was the danger there? 
As soon as Harry had gotten home Tom was all over him. "So?" He wondered. 
"What? You think I have a fucking magic dick or something?" Harry scoffed. 
"You used your dick then? Noted." Tom chuckled loudly. 
Harry was tired, and more than a little irritated. "No actually, I don't have to lead with my dick to get someone to talk to me," he spat at his older brother, before bounding his way up to his room. 
"Well maybe if you did this would go faster," Tom chuckled, ignoring Harry's obviously bad attitude. 
"Yeah, whatever Tom," Harry grumbled before stripping his clothes off to get in the shower. 
"Call it quits if you want mate, I won't judge you none," Tom called through the bathroom door. 
Harry should have taken that out, he should have called it quits, because he didn't see an end where this didn't end in a disaster, but he couldn't, he couldn't back out now. "piss off Tom," he called through the door. 
The next few days were a blur, between beginning your classes and trying to get a lay of the land you barely had a minute to yourself. You walked out of your creative writing class with the full intention to go home, strip off your clothes, run yourself a nice bath and relax. 
"Hey you," you heard from behind you. 
You turned to see Harry standing there, with a gym duffle bag slung over his shoulder. "Oh Harry, hi," you said. 
"I uh- I didn't get your number last weekend," he chuckled before holding out his phone to you. "Hard to get ahold of friends when you don't have a way to contact them," you smiled at him and took the phone from his hand, entering in your number. 
"Here you go," you told him. 
He looked over the screen and smiled "y/n/n?" He asked. 
"My friends get to call me that," you winked before turning to head in the direction of home. 
"Hey!" Harry called, running after you. "I was thinking, were having a party this weekend-"
"You live in a frat, aren't there parties every weekend?" You wondered. 
"Touche," Harry chuckled. "Anyways, I'm not really feeling up to it and I was wondering if maybe you wanted to go somewhere with me?" He asked you. 
You stopped dead in your tracks and looked at him. "Go somewhere?" You squeaked. 
"Yeah, just two friends hanging out," Harry clarified. 
You nodded, his words not really easing the sudden ache in your stomach. "Um, yeah. Yeah that sounds fun," you lied. It did not sound fun, if anything it sounded like a disaster in the making. 
"Cool," Harry sighed in relief, "I'll pick you up Saturday morning at 8," and then he was gone. 
"8am?" You yelled after him. 
"Bright and early sunshine!" He called back before disappearing all together. 
Recipe. For. Disaster. 
So there you were 7:45 on a Saturday morning debating on what outfit looked the best to spend the day with Harry. You had been texting non stop since you gave him your number, and he had told you to wear something casual that you didn't mind getting dirty. 
Mal was nowhere to be found having gone out last night to do something. That something being Tom, you had no doubt about that. 
Having no one to ask about your current outfit, you Snapped a picture and sent it to Harry asking him if was ok. 
His response was immediate. 
H- dare I say you look edible? 
Y/n- Harry! You can't say that! 
H- ohhh, ok. Then you look perfect y/n/n 
H- pulling up now. 
H- get your edible ass down here. 
You rolled your eyes as you grabbed your purse and made your way down to the entrance to your apartment. 
Harry was out of the car and standing on the passenger side holding the door open for you as soon as you stepped out. "And they say chivalry is dead," you chuckled as you slid into the seat and buckled yourself. 
"Whoever said that has obviously not met any of the Holland's," he teased back. 
You let out a laugh before turning to him. "Do you know what is said about 'the Holland's'?" You asked.
He shot you a funny look before you continued, "you boys have a reputation for being bad news, absolute heartbreakers," you told him. 
"Woah," he said as he turned onto a road you were unfamiliar with, "I'm very straightforward with all the girls I evolve myself with that they should not fall in love with me," 
You rolled your eyes at that, "it's not always that simple, sometimes it just happens and you can't even pinpoint when," you explained. 
He nodded, "I guess I just wouldn't know, never been in love," he admitted. 
You felt utter shock wash over you. "Never?!" You demanded. 
He shook his head, "can't get your heart broken if you keep it hidden," he said. "Plus I'm a busy guy, between rugby and my classes, not much time or energy to keep a relationship,"
"Harry," you whispered, "that's kind of sad," you looked at him with his full attention on the road ahead of you, he nodded slightly before taking a deep breath. 
"It may be, but I haven't had to try and pick up the pieces of my heart because someone else shattered it. If my heart gets broken, I want to blame myself," Harry admitted. 
You sighed before sitting back into the car seat and staring out the window wondering where the heck he was taking you. 
Eventually, Harry pulled the car off the road and put it in park in front of what seemed to be a giant canal, with an amazing view. 
"Where are we?" You wondered as you unbuckled yourself and climbed out of the car. 
"This is where I come, when I want to escape," he told you. "Come on, I have something to show you," he stopped at the trunk of his car before pulling out a large bag and then walking forward, grabbing your hand as he passed by. 
The walk was short and when he finally stopped walking you were amazed. Underneath a bridge, that had a perfect shield of privacy all while still giving you a full view of the canal and all it had to offer. 
"Wow," you said as you sat down on a large rock. 
Harry nodded as he watched you take it all in, this was his place, the one he would come to anytime he just couldn't take it anymore and needed a way out. To be sharing it with someone felt so weird, but also right. He hadn't planned to bring you here, having a whole other day planned, but after the constant texts and getting to know you in the past week, he knew he wanted to share this with you. 
"It's my favorite place," Harry admitted. 
"You probably bring all the girls here," you teased with a smile. 
Harry sighed, "actually, I've never bought anyone here," he told you. He rummaged around his bag before pulling out a few waters and handing you one. "I also made you a sandwich in case you get hungry," he told you. 
You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth as you stared at him. A sudden onset of feelings you were not supposed to be feeling rushing over you. "Thank you," you whispered. 
Harry nodded, before sitting next to you. "So," he said after a minute of silence. "Tell me something you have never admitted out loud," he told you. 
You chuckled as you thought about it. There were a few options that came to mind, but most that were childish and not worth saying out loud, so you went with the one that had been eating away at you for the last few years. "I don't think I have ever had an orgasm," you admitted, staring ahead. 
Harry's eyes flew open in shock at your words as he spit his drink out, effectively covering you in water. "I'm sorry, what?!" Harry demanded as he tried to help you wipe yourself off. 
You shrugged, "you know how, like if your going to go to an amusement park, the day before your all excited because you have been hearing about this amazing ride, and you can't wait to ride it, and then you get there, and it's the carousel," you explained. "That's how sex always was for me, and I never have been able to get really into doing it myself," you admitted. 
"So you don't know if you have? Or you never have?" Harry wondered. 
You sighed as you thought about it. "I don't think I ever have," you laughed as you threw your head back laughing. "How sad is that?" You chuckled. 
"Extremely," Harry chuckled before taking a deep breath. "I could uh," he looked over at you. "I could help you," he shrugged. 
You felt your mouth drop open at that. Help you? With like… getting off? So you said the only thing that came to your mind. "Help me?" You wondered. 
He nodded, "I won't touch you or anything, unless you ask me to, but yeah, I could you know, help I guess," 
"How?" You asked suddenly breathless with the situation at hand. 
Harry's eyebrows shot up, "like you want me to show you?" He Wondered. 
All you could do was nod. Stupid girly hormones. 
Harry took a deep breath before nodding himself. "Just a friend helping a friend," he whispered to himself. 
He grabbed your hands as he pulled you from where you were sitting on the rock and began to push you back towards the cement wall. You gasped as your back hit the wall and Harry's body was only a few inches away from you. 
"I'm going to hold your hips to help you move," he told you with a husky voice, "but you're going to do all the work, I won't do anything you're uncomfortable with, and if you want me to stop, say the word and I will," he explained. You nodded as you stared up into his warm brown eyes, an ache forming in your stomach. "I need you to say the word y/n/n," he whispered. 
"Yes," you whispered, Harry kicked your legs apart with one of his before slotting his knee between your legs and pushing his thigh against your core, his hands firmly planted on your hips as he began to help you grind against him. 
It was almost pathetic, because in all the times you had had actual sex it never felt as good as this did. You stared into Harry's lust filled eyes wishing he would lean in and kiss you, dear God did you want his lips on yours.
He pulled you against his thigh firmly and you let out a moan as your eyes drifted shut and your head fell back. 
"That's it," Harry mumbled as he continued what he was doing. "Just relax and let go," he cooed. 
You couldn't help the way his words made you feel, making the whole situation that much better, you felt yourself begin to loose control as your breathing increased and your legs tightened around Harry's thigh. 
"Oh fuck," you moaned out as a sudden wave of ecstasy washed over you, and you knew for certain, you most definitely had never had an orgasm before now, and you had just had your first one riding Harry Holland's' thigh. 
How. Embarrassing. 
As you came down from the high you opened your eyes to see Harry staring at you, his own eyes full of lust and unspoken desires. "That was the sexiest thing I've ever seen in my life," he admitted. 
You felt yourself become all to aware of his thigh still pressed firmly against you. "Friends helping friends," you chuckled. 
Harry nodded as he glanced down to your lips before shaking his head and backing up. "I need to- I need- give me a minute," he told you as he made his way out of sight, walking a little funny with an obvious problem in his pants.  
You felt yourself exhale, completely shocked that you had let that happen. That happened. 
Holy. Shit.  
You shook your limbs as you made your way back to the rocks you had been sitting on before. 
You could hear Harry mumbling off on the side he had disappeared off to. "Fucking div," he groaned. "Friends? Friends don't fucking do that. Fuck, friends don't look at you like that," he exhaled loudly before slowly returning. 
You watched him as he rounded the rock to sit beside you. He took a deep breath before returning to you. "I have to be honest." He sighed. "I lied to you before," he admitted. 
You felt your brows furrow as you looked at him, "about?" You wondered. 
"Friends don't usually help friends like that," Harry explained. 
You couldn't help the laugh that erupted from your chest. "Well they should," you teased with a smile. 
Harry turned away from you with a smile before shaking his head. "So did I help you out? Or no?" He wondered with his bottom lip pinned between his teeth. 
"You helped me out tremendously," you giggled. 
He nodded before turning away to adjust himself. 
"Fuck, tell me we can never do that again, for the sake of our friendship," Harry demanded. 
"Ok," you whispered. 
"Tell me now y/n, or so help me," he groaned. 
"We can't do it again Harry, for the sake of our friendship," you told him with a smirk. 
He nodded before looking at you shocked, "you didn't say never," he reminded. 
"Didn't I?" You teased. 
The next few weeks were spent together. When you weren't at class, you were usually with Harry, whether it be at the frat, your apartment, his practice, or your guys spot upon the canal, you had grown to be inseparable. 
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My Future in You | 2.6 | Bradley Bradshaw x Reader
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Synopsis: Bradley’s twenty-two years old and not where he’s supposed to be. Then, a hook up at a Halloween party changes his future even more than he could have imagined.
Warnings: accidental pregnancy, references to abortion in a few chapters, angst, will be fluff eventually, will be smut so 18+, enemies to lovers kinda thing, babies and fluff and more babies, bradley being a nervous first time daddy, wc: 3.8k
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“This… doesn’t look right.” Bradley pulls back and rests his hands against his hips, staring at the car seat with an unimpressed gaze frown.
“Sure it does.” You answer, peering around him to examine the situation in front of you. The straps are secure at the top of his chest, his plush cheek resting against the padded restraints.
“I don’t think so. He doesn’t look comfortable.” Bradley answers you with a shake of his head. This is his second practice of the day. He doesn’t want Tom to be in the car seat too long, but he knows that his most significant job in all of this is getting the two of you home safe.
He leans forwards and begins to fiddle with the straps again. Your newborn doesn’t seem fussed by his neurotic, worried dad anyways. Bradley hums. “Don’t worry, buddy, we’ll figure it out.”
“The Bradshaws! — How are we this morning?”
This, Thomas is fussed by. Over the last six days, the first six of his life, you’ve figured that your son has some pretty sharp reflexes. Even just blowing on his cheek makes him flinch. He jumps, arms and legs tensing at once, his still unfocused eyes blowing wide open as the doctor strolls into the room.
His lip begins to wobble and his nose scrunches up tight, his hands trembling under the confines of his mittens. You nudge Bradley out of the way and unclasp the straps right as Thomas begins to cry.
“Oh, sorry. Didn’t mean to spook this little sweetheart.” The doctor is smiling and reaching out to tickle the infant’s back and on your end, everything is forgiven. Bradley, however, glares at her as he reaches his son.
You hadn’t been expecting the same guy who once jumped off of the roof of a neighbouring frat house and into their pool to be such a nervous nelly when it came to parenthood. Especially not the same guy who told you he wanted no part in any of this.
You roll your eyes, rocking softly, shushing the baby. These past six days have taught you a lot of things. That the birthmark on the bottom of Thomas’ back is kind of the shape of Italy. That even though he can’t see much yet, he likes to look around while he’s being fed. That Bradley is not fast enough at changing diapers yet to avoid getting peed on.
That somehow, you and Bradley might have just created the most perfect little boy in the entire world. With his thatches of brown hair and his tiny fingers and toes, his sloped nose and poured lips. Those funny, jumpy reflexes.
“I’m just here to do some tests, see if we can get you guys home today.” She tells you with a bright smile. From the way that your face changes, she can tell that this is the news that you’ve been waiting for. Six days of barely walking, hearing other people’s babies screaming — you’ve been ready to go home for a while.
“Today? — Nobody said today. They said tomorrow.” Bradley interjects loudly. You scowl across at him and he shuts up, but the nervous way he fidgets on his feet tells you everything you need to know.
“I know, I know. But he’s doing just fine so far, and I’m sure you two are eager to sleep in your own beds again.” The doctor coos softly, learning from her initial mistake as she takes the baby from your arms. She follows your pattern of soothing and rocking and Thomas seems to consider quietening down.
Bradley pushes his hands into the pockets of his sweat shorts and just leans back against the end of the hospital bed. He’s so focused on watching this stranger with your baby that he doesn’t even hear you move until you’re pressing in against his side.
“You’re doing fine.” You promise him, stretching your open palm against the fabric of his black t-shirt, stretching your neck to look at him. “Stop stressing.”
He doesn’t say anything, and that worried frown on his face doesn’t soften either. Bradley swallows, brushes a hand over his upper lip and reaches out for you. You close
Your eyes as he secures an arm around your waist and tugs you closer, leaning down and resting his mouth against the top of your head.
He inhales deeply, breathing in the scent of unfamiliar shampoo and hospital borrowed soap.
“She called you a Bradshaw, you know.” He whispers finally, just before he straightens back up. You scoff, jabbing the tip of your index finger into his side.
“Don’t get any ideas, Pops. It’s bad enough you talked me into letting Tommy take your name.” You’re joking, of course. The amusement in your voice makes his chest feel that little bit less tight. You’ll say yes, one day. He’ll make sure it’s special and you’re not giving birth next time, and you’ll say yes.
He pinches your side playfully and tugs you closer again. “Pops? — I thought we agreed on you calling me—“
He grunts as you jerk your elbow back into his stomach, just enough to make him jolt but not enough to actually hurt the idiot you’ve come to be so fond of. There it is, he grins behind you, his chest rumbling with a soft chuckle.
Minutes later, the doctor turns around to you and gives you the go-ahead. Suddenly, the little boy in the roomy onesie is all yours, and yours alone. Well, not that suddenly, there’s paperwork first. But sudden feels the only appropriate word when you’re walking out of the hospital, with no one to guide you.
Bradley’s knuckles are white around the handle of the car seat in his right hand, a slightly softer approach to the way that he’s holding your hand in his left.
“You’re sure you can walk? — They said you could have a chair, if you want a chair.” He checks, for the second time since you stepped out of the elevator.
“I’m fine.” You give his hand a soft squeeze and groan softly as you step out into the mid-summer suffocation of the Florida heat. “Now walk with purpose. It’s too hot for this.”
Settled into the backseat beside Thomas, sleeping in his car seat, you catch Bradley frowning worriedly back at the both of you before he turns the key in the ignition.
The drive home is slow, and uneventful. The baby is asleep. Bradley’s eyes are trained seriously on the road, his hands holding a steady ten and two position on the wheel. You don’t dare suggest that he turns on the radio.
There were plenty of things that you had prepared yourself for when you had decided to have your baby. Your body changing, fine. Your career plans changing, okay. The hormones and the responsibilities and the tiny human who would depend on you for probably the rest of your life, sure.
Some things about such a drastic lifestyle change simply cannot be planned for.
Nine hours ago, you brought your son home from the hospital. This is something that you would never admit out loud, but in those last few days of your pregnancy, the concern had flooded your mind that maybe your feelings for Bradley were purely hormonal. You were carrying his child, it makes sense that your body would want him around. It was the after that had concerned you.
But, you had watched today as Bradley had carried the car seat in one hand and secured you by his side with the other. He had buckled your son into the car, and he had driven home under the speed limit the entire way.
You exhale softly as you step out of the shower. That’s growing easier now, six days later, but your body is far from healed. Your legs still tremble when you try to stand too long, and your back aches in a way you’re starting to worry might be permanent.
It’s quiet in your apartment now. You listen out as you towel dry your body, trying to find the pitch of a sports narrator or some soft music — anything. It’s almost dead silent.
You wriggle into your pyjamas and wrap your wet hair, walking slow out of the bathroom and down the hall. You’re barely dry, your warm feet padding along the carpet, wrinkled fingers pushing open the door to the bedroom.
One of the things that none of the articles you had read seemed to mention, is what to do the first time that you see the father of your child at home with your baby.
Bradley’s sitting up against the pillows with Thomas nestled against his chest. His hand eclipses the infant’s torso as he pats his back softly. Thomas’ cheek is resting against Bradley’s pectoral, you can’t see from where you are but instinct and your son’s uncharacteristic stillness tells you that he’s sleeping.
Bradley’s singing. He’s patting the baby’s back gently and he’s singing softly, trying hard to push the usually deep rumble of his voice into lullaby territory.
Your mouth falls slack, cold feet becoming still against the soft floor. This tiny first apartment and its discernible wooden doors that creak at every opportunity give you away and he stops just as quickly as he is perceived.
His gaze flickers up and his lips twist softly into a small smile. You watch him take account of your matching maternity pyjamas which threaten to be too big without the stretch of your bump. Amusement floods the hint of the smile on his lips — he loves to laugh at these pyjamas.
His hand stills against Thomas’ back, those glittery brown eyes flicker up to study the look on your face.
“Hey, babe,” He hums, keeping his voice low so that he doesn’t startle the baby. “How was your shower?”
“I didn’t think I would miss our shitty water pressure, but I’m just so glad we’re not at the hospital anymore.” You pad across the carpet towards him and crawl into bed, pulling back the sheets and draping yourself across Bradley’s brawny thighs.
He looks down at you and secures the infant close to his chest, freeing one hand to brush tenderly across your cheek.
“What was that song were you singing him?” You ask. The ceiling fan whirs above you like a thrumming, excessively loud lullaby. The warmth of his thigh props up your cheek.
There’s something about it all that feels too much like a dream. Maybe it’s the lack of sleep. The NICU isn’t exactly a luxury retreat, despite its price point. Tonight is your first night home from the hospital. Your son is six days old and yesterday, he officially crossed the threshold into five pound territory. Tonight, he’s huddled against Bradley’s bare chest, wearing a diaper that had seemed too tiny for an actual human to wear and zipped into a onesie printed with little ducks on it. Geese, maybe, actually.
You lift your hand and reach out, watching your fingertip follow the soft cotton covering those wrinkled lines on the sole of Thomas’ foot that you’ve come to be so familiar with already.
The infant curls his toes and unclenches them again, scrunching his knees. Bradley watches, lips twisted into a smile that he couldn’t fight back if he tried.
There’s something about the steady, heavy thrum of Bradley’s heartbeat that puts the kid right to sleep. The warm bath and the ounce of milk that came before he was set on his dad’s stomach may have helped too. Bradley’s hand cups the back of Thomas’ neck, keeping the sleeping baby steady.
“Wildflowers by, uh— Tom Petty, I think?” Bradley shrugs. In truth, he knows the song inside and out — it was the first song he learned to play on piano. He’s used to playing that down. Girls find guitars hot, not his years of classical piano lessons.
You smile, lifting your head and pressing a gentle kiss to the sole of the baby’s foot, soft blue cottons
against your lips. Then, you lower your mouth and press it softly to Bradley’s stomach. Just once, before you drop your head back down and set it against his thigh.
“He’s so good, and I’m still exhausted.” You murmur, exhaling deeply. Behind heavy lids, you make a mental note to look into which ingredient in the smell of baby soap acts as such a good sleeping agent.
“You should sleep. He’ll be up again in a couple of hours.” Bradley reminds you, stroking damp hair back off of your forehead. Closing your eyes, you nod with him, but make no effort to move. He smiles. “Come on, I don’t need to sing the both of you to sleep, do I?”
You huff a soft sound of amusement, giving a small shake of your head. “Not tonight, Pops. Put him to bed, let’s get some sleep.”
Bradley chuckles, carefully shifting your son off of his stomach and instead laying him across his thighs as you sit up.
“Mom and Dad… isn’t that crazy?” He muses, stroking his thumb across the soft hair on the infant’s head. Thomas is still so small that Bradley’s palm makes him look even tinier. You lean into your boyfriend’s shoulder and stroke the baby’s cheek.
“I know.” You agree quietly.
Big, round cheeks and pursed lips, dark eyelashes and a soft little nose. His tiny hands balled into fists, his knees curled up to his middle. Blue clouds adorning his onesie. Half you, and half Bradley.
“Alright, we’ll see you in a couple hours, little man. Yell if you need something.” Bradley half jokes as he pushes himself up from the bed and turns to set the baby into the bassinet. With the lung capacity he has already impressed you with, you know that he’ll have no issues letting you know if he wants something.
He crawls back into bed beside you and flicks the beside lamp off, pulling the covers up around the two of you. Readily, you press yourself close to him and close your eyes. He smells like baby soap.
“Are you still hurting anywhere?” Bradley’s voice lowers to a whisper now, his breath fanning across the nape of your neck as he leans his head into the crook of your shoulder and cautiously rests a hand against your hip. Into the dark, your mouth twitches at a smile.
Your hips feel both squished and torn apart at the same time. Your back feels like it might never feel quite right ever again. But even with him a cautious distance from you, you can feel the perpetual warmth from his body.
“Everywhere. But I still want you to hold me.”
Slowly, he slides an arm under you and another over you. Draping his body around yours, he pulls you close and suddenly you get whatever it is that sends Thomas off to sleep so easily. The faint musky smell of his fading cologne. The steady, heavy thrum of his heartbeat. The long, deep pattern of his breathing.
Just when you think he has beat you to it, he reminds you that he’s still awake. A soft, chaste kiss presses to your throat, his voice low as he mumbles, “I love you.”
As much as Thomas is a good baby; he’s still a baby. A small one at that, with plenty of growing to do. Even now, he just about finishes an ounce of milk at a time — half of the time. That means a lot of wake ups. A lot of diaper changes with your eyes half open.
The first four days of parenthood pass you by before you’ve really come to terms with the reality of it all. Constant feeds through the night, surviving off of instant noodles and pizza — all of this doesn’t feel too far of a stretch from your recent college days.
But it’s harder now. The responsibilities are never ending. It’s hard to remain rational about any of it.
“If you could breastfeed, would you do it?”
From the other end of the couch, Bradley seems to startle awake. Brows drawing together in confusion, he stares across your dimly lit living room at you, then takes a second to look around him.
You’re at the end of the movie now, so he doesn’t have a clue how long he has been sleeping. Stretching his legs out, he sighs softly, “Yeah. I guess so.”
Your mouth twitches at the fact that he doesn’t even ask you why. He blinks softly and brings both hands up to rub at his eyes tiredly.
“What time is it?”
“Two, maybe.” You shrug, watching Thomas’ eyelids grow heavy. His hands remain balled and tucked in against his chest. He has spent these past four days stretching out occasionally, scrunching himself back into a tight ball frequently.
“No fucking way did I just sleep for four hours. The movie’s still playing.” Bradley protests, awkwardly fumbling to push himself upright and puckering his mouth into a deep frown. You just shrug across at him once more.
“I put the sequel on after you fell asleep.”
He hadn’t ever thought he would be able to have a regular conversation with a woman who had her breast out in front of him, but here he is. It doesn’t even cross his mind to check you out. The only thing he’s thinking about is the fact you’re running on maybe an hour of uninterrupted sleep and all you had wanted was to watch your movie with him. And he had fallen asleep.
He fumbles around, checking his pockets for his phone, finding it instead resting between his jaw and shoulder. You close your eyes for a moment as he checks the time. In the split second that your eyes are shut, Thomas makes a spluttering sound.
As quickly as you can lift and turn him, the has already spit the last mouthful of milk back against your skin and all down his chin.
“Oh, Tommy…” You groan, adjusting the strap of your nursing bra with one hand as you support him with the other.
“Here, I’ll take him.” Bradley offers, pushing himself up and starting to scoot towards you.
“We’re fine.” Maybe it comes out a little bit harsh, maybe your tone is a little colder than normal. Bradley frowns at you, sitting still at the opposite end of the sectional. “Just go back to sleep.”
“Hey, I didn’t mean to—“
“I know you didn’t.” You’re just doubling down at this point as you wipe at Thomas’ mouth with a muslin cloth. Bradley’s brows draw together a bit.
“So why are you mad at me? — Just let me help you.” He pushes forwards again and reaches for your son.
“I said we’re fine!” You bite back. The baby flinches and quickly starts to scream. You slam your eyes shut, darkness behind your lids and a dull ache drilling from your temples to the core of your brain.
Opposite you, Bradley sighs, dropping his head forward into his hands. You’re both silent. The sequel plays on. The baby keeps on screaming. Neither one of you look at each other.
This is what all new parents go through, you know that. It doesn’t make it any less sore in the moment.
“What should I do?” Bradley asks finally, pushing up from the sofa and squeezing against your side, wrapping an arm around your aching shoulders. It’s not worth dragging your eyes open for.
“Never get me pregnant again, for starters.” You mutter half-jokingly. Bradley chuckles at your side and turns his head to kiss at those sore temples, like he can feel where it hurts. Maybe those dad-senses are sharper than you give him credit for.
“Not even once more? — But look how cute the first one wa—“ He’s only joking of course, but he still has the good sense to shut up when you turn your head and glare at him. He grins, and he looks just like he did the first time you were stupid enough to melt for that pretty look.
“You hungry?” Bradley asks. He read somewhere that breastfeeding can cause stronger appetites.
“Yeah.”
“Dad’s got it. We’ll be right back.” Bradley promises you, dipping forwards and kissing your temple once more, stealing the baby in one fell swoop. “Come on, buddy.”
Bradley pads into the kitchen barefoot, bouncing the baby in his arms and you let your eyes fall shut once more. You’re only two weeks in. They don’t start sleeping through the night for another couple months at least — sometimes years. You don’t know how you could do another couple years of being this delirious.
Closing your eyes, it’s easy enough to imagine that you’re not here. That you’re still in school, or still in your parents’ house. Somewhere safer, where you could hide from the limited responsibilities that you had back then. It would be so easy to drift off into a dream about life being that easy again.
Instead, the sofa dips at your side and your boys are back. Bradley announces himself by kissing your cheek softly and pressing a spoon into your hand.
“All we have is Ice-Cream.” He tells you, settling Thomas into the crook of his elbow and passing the tub of ice cream off to you. You blink at the vanilla flavoured frozen treat in front of you, then look up to stare at him. “I’ll go to the store tomorrow. We’ll both go. You can stay here and sleep in.”
You look away for just a second, digging the tip of your spoon into the ice cream, and hear him continue.
“We can get whatever we want, Mommy won’t be there to tell us no.”
Despite your best efforts, a smile itches its way across your face. You turn your head and attempt to force at a scowl. All five of Thomas’ right-hand fingers are wrapped around Bradley’s little finger, they both seem to be looking at you.
“I don’t care what you come home with as long as there’s more of this stuff in there somewhere.” You decide, slipping a spoonful into your mouth and savouring the flavour on your tongue. Bradley shifts, leaning his head against yours.
“Share.” He demands, leaving his mouth open. You snuff your nose at him as you dig another spoonful from the tub and shovel it into his mouth. “That’s so good.”
“Probably not what we should be eating. We aren’t setting a very good example.” You hum, ignoring your own advice and gulping down another spoonful, kicking your feet up onto the coffee table.
If only your mother could see you now. She would lose her marbles if she saw your approach to motherhood.
“Eh, this kid pees himself all day long. We’ll start being good examples for him later on.” Bradley shrugs, leaning his weight into you, turning his attention back to the tv. “So can you explain to me what I missed?”
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i’ll keep your brittle heart warm.
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synopsis : peter was always on your mind, you were always on his, perhaps that would make him a little bit of a distraction.
pairing : frat!peter parker x reader
wc : 1k
warnings : FLUFF FLUFF FLUFFF, uhmmm soft making out !!! other than that… i guess peter being an absolute idiot (a down bad idiot), but even if this is cliché as hell, it’s super cute and fluffy :)
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a/n : hi ! sorry the fic is a little late this week, but frat!peter has been on my mind constantly shehhsjsns <3 he’s leaning more towards the peter more than the frat butttt i wanted him to be a little softer for this one :) big big thank you to @strawberrystarcake for the help on the editing, and @toms-gf for giving me the idea (this one is for u hehe)
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“parker, you joining us?” the familiar voice echoes from the other side of the room. peter winces, not at all because he was opposed to the idea, but he’d made plans with you.
“uh- i’ll catch up later? i have somewhere to be.” the boys, all spread out in various positions on the couch, smirked and ‘ooo’ed at the implications of that.
liam speaks first. “right, got plans with your girl?” peter nods.
“ooh, you’re so down bad, parker, it’s not even a joke anymore.” james, another one of his friends, gives him a soft shove.
maybe he was right.
peter had never planned for your arrangement to escalate into anything further than a fling, and though he had never been an expert when it came to matters of the heart, he knew that he was too far gone.
it wasn’t uncommon for him to find himself smiling at the thought of you. he was constantly lost in thought, and sometimes, it became difficult to snap him out of his dream-like state.
even when his mind wasn’t completely occupied by the thought of you, he found that you had been living rent free in a certain corner of his mind. he’d catch himself wondering about you or associating little things around him with you. 
he wasn’t all too familiar with this feeling, but it wasn’t unpleasant, just confusing to navigate.
he’s never felt this way before. his heart never fluttered at a subtle touch, he never felt like he was melting whenever someone walked into the room, he never felt his heartbeat race at mere eye contact.
but with you? you had him feeling everything all at once.
but, of course, he hasn’t told you this, any of this. but he had a gut feeling that you might feel the same way, and that was enough for him to allow himself to fall deeper, as irrational as it may be.
it was no longer ‘maybe he was right’, and peter knew. to put it simply, he was right.
“better get going, you don’t want your girl waiting on you,” trent blurts, interrupting peter’s train of thought.
“right. i’ll see you guys later?” peter says, the boys nod and wave him goodbye as he walks out the door.
“oh, love.” liam sighs dreamily as the rest of the boys snicker.
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as soon as peter enters the library, he’s met with a sense of comforting familiarity. before anything had begun happening between the both of you, you two had spent a lot of your time in the halls of this library. whether it were nights filled with endless work, or simply wandering around in attempt to find books you could read together.
he knew exactly where to find you: a certain corner of the library that you claimed to be ‘warmer and cozier’ than anywhere else.
he spots you browsing the history section, your face scrunched up, clearly focused. he sees all your things, messily laid on top of a wooden table, the one you always use.
he smiles to himself before sneaking behind the bookshelf you were browsing, and just as you pull a book from the shelf, you catch a glint of brown eyes from the other side. you stay silent for a moment, before smiling at one another.
then you shove the book between you two, and the next thing peter hears are quick footsteps.
peter’s utterly confused, he didn’t notice the look of mischief written all over his face.
“baby?” he whisper shouts, scrambling around the area before catching a glimpse of your figure, running from one shelf to another.
then it hits him, you were messing with him.
his look of mischief matches yours once he realizes, he follows quickly behind you, and before you know it, you’re up against a bookshelf, inches away from peter.
“hi.” you send him a cheeky grin, one that he sends right back to you.
“you’re going to drive me crazy.” his eyes gaze softly at yours, before trailing down to your lips.
“i know.” you quip, before moving as fast as you can to try and run away once more.
“ab-up-up.” he tuts, catching you once more. his lips brush softly over yours, lingering for a moment, before he presses his lips against yours. one hand finds its way to your waist, he uses it to pull you closer towards him.
but you find yourself shoving him aside, “peter! this is why i came early!” you slowly make your way back to the table, peter trailing after you like a puppy.
“what do you mean?” it was as if you could hear the pout in his voice, so you don’t allow yourself to look back.
“you’re… very distracting.” you make sure your tone is soft, you didn’t mean it in a negative way and you wanted peter to know that.
“am not!” he takes your hand, turns you around, and suddenly, you’re inches away from him again.
“seriously!? look at what you’re doing!” this time, you couldn’t help but giggle.
“there it is.” he smiles softly, appearing pleased.
“there’s what?”
“that laugh i’ve been waiting to hear all day.” you’re pressed against one another, his warmth surrounded you. “permission to lean in, m’lady?” dork.
“permission granted.”
he leans in, your chest feels warm as your lips make contact. 
he cups your cheeks to pull you even closer, if possible, as if letting you go would be the end of him. your hands curl into his hair, you begin to feel goosebumps wherever his hands traveled; down your waist, approaching your thighs as he drew lazy patterns with his fingers.
you could never truly get over the way your lips pieced together perfectly, how it felt like his were caressing yours ever so softly.
whenever your lips part, he whispers soft words you can barely understand, like he’s taking it all in. he finds himself grinning into the kiss, which was apparently infectious, because so were you.
“told you! distraction.” 
“oh, shut up.” he says, before pulling you in once more.
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love me, hate me - p. sunghoon (m)
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pairing: sunghoon x fem!reader
college!au, frat!au, enemies to lovers!au, friends w benefits!au
warnings: smut (drunk sex, blowjob, eating out, shower sex, car sex, both unprotected & protected sex, choking (m), grinding, bathroom sex, degradation, rough sex, oral (f&m), fingering, just a lot of smut), alcohol usage, sunghoon and the reader being extremely rude to each other, sunghoon is an asshole, lots of sexual tension
genre: smut, angst, fluff if you look close enough
word count: 30.8k+
summary:
if people thought the constant bickering of tom and jerry was something, they’ve never seen you and sunghoon in real life. even the way he breathed irritated you but there was no point in denying the sexual tension between you and him. one drunken night led to another one, and another, you found yourself going back in his bed sober. waking up next to him became a habit that you wanted to keep to yourself. the only thing about sunghoon that you didn’t hate was his capability of making you orgasm more than twice with only his fingers.
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in which sunghoon found himself falling harder for you but didn’t even have the courage to admit it to himself, not when you hated him with everything you got.
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If you told somebody that you and Park Sunghoon used to be best buddies throughout middle school and high school, they would just tell you to quit joking. It was the truth, though, you and Sunghoon used to be close friends before college. But that was before he decided to fuck up and made you hate him with everything you’ve got. The cute dimple on his right cheek when he threw a dashing smile was like a mask to cover his real identity. You admit that his single dimple was cute, but under that façade, he was no longer the pretty boy everyone thought he was. If only people knew Park Sunghoon the way you did. The things he had done to you, making the rest of your high school senior year a living hell.
Like mentioned before, Sunghoon was a close friend of yours along with Jay and Heeseung. It was your small precious group of friends, living in the same neighborhood, going to the school every morning together. You had a lot of good memories with them. Everything started going downhill when you realized that you had a huge crush on the one and only Lee Heeseung. You tried to keep it as lowkey as possible, knowing that he would never see you in that light. Being friends with Heeseung was already enough for you, or so you liked to believe. Little did you know, Heeseung also had a small crush on you, but being the teenager he was, he didn’t come close to confessing. For the longest time, the idea of you liking Sunghoon clouded his mind, and when he opened up to the boys about it, something unexpected came out from Sunghoon’s mouth.
‘’You like Y/N? Dude, she sucks at giving head. Good luck with that.’’ Sunghoon scoffed, turning his head away from the older boy. He didn’t know what came over him when he blurted out, making both Heeseung and Jay drop their smiles and frown in shock. In reality, you had never given Sunghoon a blowjob, let alone kiss him. He was just making up everything. The reason behind it? Even Sunghoon himself didn’t have an idea. ‘’And isn’t she with the Soobin guy, by the way? I saw them getting out from the lab on the 4th floor the other day. I guess you guys do know people only go in there to fuck ?’’
‘’O-Oh I didn’t know that you and her had history. Seems like both you and her are great actors since you kept it all under covers. Bro code, dude.’’ Heeseung mumbled, clearly bothered by you having a past with a close friend of his and not only that, you were already seeing someone else. 
You had always been friendly and funny, always welcoming your friends with open arms. In Heeseung’s opinion, your personality was refreshing. You were like the flower that bloomed when spring came around. It was the main reason why Heeseung had taken a liking to you in the first place. You were like no other person he had met before. But Sunghoon’s words got the best of him and he was taken aback. 
‘’Hoon, are you sure?’’ Jay asked, doubting every word that came out from his friend’s mouth. ‘’I’ve been friends with Y/N ever since you introduced us to her too, keep that in mind. She’s literally an open book and it’s so obvious that she doesn’t see Soobin in that light.’’ 
Heeseung’s troubled eyes diverted between Sunghoon and Jay as the latter chimed in. “Also, how do you know she sucks at giving head? Did she—Did you two−‘’ Jay got cut off when Sunghoon stood up as soon as he saw your figure approach the table they were sitting on. 
‘’This stays between us, alright? I didn’t tell you guys anything.’’ Sunghoon warned his friends before taking his backpack and fleeing away. The remaining two could only stare at his back with tons of questions in their heads, watching Sunghoon’s figure get smaller with his quick strides.
‘’Hi boys.’’ You greeted, taking a seat next to Jay and in front of Heeseung. They seemed more silent than usual which was never a good thing. Both boys’ eyes were glued on anywhere, or anything, but you. Looking back at it, maybe that was the first giveaway at the big storm that was to come, the dark clouds that would soon crowd your skies. Though, you didn’t acknowledge what was about to go down until you heard the sirens. “Where did Sunghoon go?”
‘’I think he went to the library.’’ Heeseung replied, not paying much attention to you. 
‘’Library? Sunghoon? That doesn’t make any sense.’’ You clicked your tongue, taking a sip of Jay’s diet coke. Meanwhile, Jay was chewing down on the corner of his lower lip, his mind filled with various questions he was too scared to ask.
‘’Not everything makes sense, don’t you think?’’ Heeseung snapped, making you raise your eyebrows in surprise. Ah yeah that was not it. No matter how much you liked the boy, he didn’t have the right to talk to you in a rude tone. You weren’t going to deal with that attitude of his. 
‘’Why are you acting so weird? Ever since I sat down, you guys didn’t spare me a glance.’’ You couldn’t help but confront your friends since it started to bother you how cold they were acting towards you. ‘’Both of you!’’ Your eyes going back and forth between Heeseung and Jay. Crossing your arms on your chest, you leaned back on your chair, still watching the two friends. 
Jay kept acting like nothing was wrong with the atmosphere, ignoring the tension and acting like he hadn’t heard the conversation back when Sunghoon was present. The silence between the three of you continued until Soobin showed up, tapping you on the shoulder. When you turned around, he greeted you with a soft smile. His smile was pretty enough to replace the cold frown on your face. It reminded you of the warming rays of the sun on an autumn day. Soobin was just walking positivity for you at this point. His presence made you forget about the tension between you and your friends. 
‘’Hey Y/N, mind helping me with the… project we’ve been working on after lunch? We can meet at the lab on the 4th floor, if that’s okay with you?’’ Soobin asked, leaning in so his face would be at the same level of yours. You chuckled at his antics. He was cute, no wonder he had both girls and boys swooning over him. 
‘’Yeah, sure. We can go now, since nobody here wants to have a conversation with me anyways.’’ You threw a glance at both Heeseung and Jay. You weren’t sure what was happening between the boys, but their cold act towards you made you frustrated. You knew you hadn’t done anything wrong, they were just acting childish over some unbeknownst to you reason. They kept ignoring you as you got up from your seat, grabbing Jay’s drink as you did so, and walked away with Soobin as the two boys watched you from behind.
‘’I can’t believe Sunghoon’s right about them. They’ve surely been messing around.’’ Heeseung brusted out, putting his fist on the table. A sad sigh left his lips as he stared down at his feet, feeling defeated. ‘’Didn’t you see the way Soobin smiled at her? And she? She literally had heart eyes when she realized it was Soobin.’’ 
At that point, Heeseung really wanted to go home and get under the cozy covers of his bed. How was he going to get over his heartbreak when you and him weren’t even in a relationship in the first place? Heeseung couldn’t even compliment your hair today and it was eating him alive because you really did look good with that certain hairstyle. 
‘’Maybe you’re making assumptions too quickly? You can’t know for sure, unless you talk to Y/N about it.’’ Jay mentioned, thinking that he was the only one between the boys who had working brain cells. He was only pissed at you for stealing his drink and he didn’t bring enough money to get another one. 
‘’At this rate, I trust Sunghoon more than I trust Y/N. Knowing the way they interact with each other, it’s obvious that they had a fling in the past. And to think Sunghoon waited until now to tell us…? What if she’s two-timing?!” As furious as he suddenly was, Heeseung didn’t want to lash his anger out on Jay. It surprised him how his younger friend could keep his cool during a situation like this. 
On the other hand, Jay couldn’t believe Heeseung had the capacity to act this dumb. So he just nodded at every single thing Heeseung said. Even if he tried to explain how they couldn’t know the truth unless they confronted both you and Sunghoon, Heeseung was too baffled by the stuff he heard from Sunghoon. Which was still stupid to Jay. 
Heeseung didn’t even show interest in you till you helped him study for a class he couldn’t pass, which was not more than two weeks ago. In Jay’s opinion, Heeseung was only this angry because Sunghoon had gotten to you first. Meaningless high school boy antics, Jay thought. And on top of that, they were supposed to act like adults. Guess turning eighteen didn’t make boys turn into men. 
“I thought all of us were friends, what the fuck happened?’’ Heeseung tried to keep his cool once again but this time failed miserably. He hit his fist on the wooden lunch table and made everyone in the cafeteria look at him in the process. ‘’I feel like everyone started to keep secrets.’’ 
‘’Why are you asking me? I’m as confused as you are.’’ Jay reasoned and tried to calm Heeseung down. Jay wasn’t getting paid enough to put these high schoolers in line. Hell, he wasn’t even getting paid so why did he keep clearing up everyone’s mess. They didn’t give him enough credit. 
Yes, Jay was also quite surprised by Sunghoon’s rather radical confession. Plus, your interaction with Soobin in front of them was truly the cherry on top. It was just too good for it to be a coincidence. However, Jay being Jay, he didn’t want to take any sides or, at the very least, jump to any conclusions. He was a man of reason. It would have been low of him if he acted like Heeseung who was probably making fake scenarios in his head at that moment. 
‘’Ugh, I can’t stand being here.’’ Heeseung exclaimed, grabbing his belongings and storming out much like his friends did previously, leaving Jay at the lunch table alone. Jay wanted to yell at Heeseung to come back but he knew his attempt was going to fail. Heeseung’s mind was clouded and he needed some time to clear his thoughts. Only if Heeseung had the balls to speak to you, this could have been evaded. 
It wasn’t until a week later when you found out what happened, thanks to Jay. It seemed like he was the only one you could trust at that point. You were extremely furious that Sunghoon, the boy you called your best friend, had made up something so sickening and ugly. Even your worst enemy wouldn’t do something similar to what Sunghoon did. Perhaps you wouldn’t have been as mad, but he had told Heeseung, ruining your very little chance of furthering your crush. 
There was no way Sunghoon didn’t know of your feelings for Heeseung — he knew you enough to be able to tell you had been crushing on him for months. Sunghoon wasn’t oblivious, he would have caught on to it long before. After all, you didn’t need to hide how you felt about a certain boy next to your best friend. 
You had too many questions in your head, you weren’t thinking clearly and yet you didn’t feel the need to confront Sunghoon. You knew he did it on purpose. Sunghoon knew exactly what he was doing as the words left his mouth and apparently, he didn’t regret anything. You were confident your words would bounce off of him like off the wall. Even if you stood in front of him, he’d just ignore you and tell you to move away, push past you when you wouldn’t. 
It hurt you to know that the person you called your closest had stabbed you in the back, and maybe it was the first time you were coming face to face with the cruelty of the real world, realizing just how easily a friend could turn into an enemy. You thought about it for days, even for months, but you couldn’t find a single excuse behind the reason for his actions. 
After you and Sunghoon’s friendship turned to ashes, Heeseung left your side too. You didn’t expect less of him but at the back of your heart, you hoped that he’d actually come to you to clear everything up. Turns out Lee Heeseung was as bad as Park Sunghoon himself. You didn’t deny that Heeseung’s actions hurt you more than Sunghoon’s. Heeseung was the boy you liked more than everybody else. It was the first time you were harboring such strong feelings for someone but of course he had to take the pathetic liar’s side, without even letting you explain yourself. That showed you what kind of a person he was. In the end, you were glad that he got off your back before anything worse happened. 
Jay was the only one who was willingly to stay by your side but it was only natural for him to drift away when you had nothing to do with his other two best friends. In the end Jay’s presence felt like a ghost and you were left alone. You couldn’t wait for graduation so finally, you wouldn’t have to see Sunghoon’s ugly face every day. It broke you how he continued to live the rest of his senior year like nothing had happened while you cried in every empty classroom you found during breaktime. If only you knew that you were going to spend the sweet age of eighteen sulking every day, you would have not wished to turn eighteen when you were a small kid. 
You didn’t have a shoulder to lean on. Keeping your feelings to yourself had taken its toll on you while you were doing your final project with Soobin. With Soobin asking you if you were okay, you let out a sob and started bawling. Poor Soobin’s face was painted with panic as he didn’t really expect you to cry rivers in front of him. Of course, Soobin was nice enough to bring you into a tight bear hug, making you cry even more. It felt nice to have somebody tell you everything was going to be okay. Even if it was a little white lie—you liked the sound of it.
The very next day, there was a rumor going on about Sunghoon not lasting long during sex. When you heard it, you caught a glimpse of Soobin sending a wink your way. You might have lost your three old friends, but you were sure you had made a more precious one, kudos to the three musketeers. 
Graduation came quickly after that, knowing you had entered your dream university and the fact that it would soon be the last time you were going to breathe the same air as Sunghoon. All those details easily put a smile on your face. Your new found happiness didn’t last long, just until the day you saw him standing meters away from you. You had hoped your college years would be better, but the universe seemed to have other plans. 
During your first semester, you did a good job ignoring Sunghoon at all costs, always turning around whenever you saw him walking in your direction. You were doing a great job keeping to yourself, until you befriended a guy named Mark Lee who ‘accidentally’ bumped into you in the library. Just a few days after that, he blurted out that his friend pushed him over to you because Mark had told him he thought you were pretty. It was the beginning of a beautiful yet chaotic friendship.
There was also Choi Beomgyu, who studied the same major as you, a friend who never left your side— just like a puppy. You could recall a couple of times where you got close to murdering the boy but always held it back. One thing about Beomgyu, he was extremely loud. You had to put ear plugs on every single time he was playing games on his computer. It was even worse when he lost a game. 
You could say Beomgyu was your partner in crime and Mark was just… Mark. There was no harm in befriending Mark. 
You didn’t think much of it when they told you that they were going to join a frat. In reality, you were the one who encouraged them to join so you would be able to enter the parties for free and get more of the quality drinks at parties. Of course, everything came crashing down when you knocked on the door one day, expecting to be greeted by Beomgyu or Mark since you had texted them you were coming over to hang out in Mark’s room. But instead of your friends, Park Sunghoon himself was leaning against the door frame, his face adorned with an annoying smile which made his stupid dimple all the  more visible.
‘’What are you doing here?’’ You complained, trying to get past your ex-best friend. It seemed nearly impossible since he stepped in front of you, blocking your path and not letting you inside. 
‘’What are you doing here? I live here.’’ He responded, not very amused by your sudden appearance. 
You hadn’t seen him in a while on days leading up to that fateful afternoon. He still looked like the little, smug shit that he was. Not that you expected anything less from him anyway.
‘’I can’t let you go inside, if you’re wondering, unless you’re a part of the frat. And I think it’s obvious that you’re not, so, have a nice day.’’ He explained, trying to close the door on your face, but you acted quicker, blocking the entrance from closing with an extended foot.
‘’Oh, fuck off.” You huffed, forcing the door open enough to slip inside. “There’s no such rule like that. And besides, nobody living here would turn down a girl coming to their doorstep anyways.’’
‘’Oh, you’d know that best.’’ Sunghoon mumbled under his breath, possibly asking to be punched. 
That little spawn of the devil had the nerve to speak to you like that? You see, if it was the old you that stood on that doorstep that day, maybe she would have taken a few seconds to fully digest his words. She would’ve gotten angry as well, maybe a tad bit less appropriate, but she wouldn’t stand her ground. She would’ve probably given Sunghoon a look, either of disbelief or betrayal, but she would’ve still turned around and acted like nothing happened until she’d  find a hole to get into and cry. But, luckily, the new you knew better than that. Thanks to Sunghoon, and honorary mentions to Jay and Heeseung, you learned if you weren’t going to have your own back, nobody would.
So you snapped, pushing him away. ‘’What the fuck does that mean?’’
Sunghoon chuckled and you wanted nothing more than to punch his face in that moment. You were really close to doing so too, but Beomgyu came downstairs right on time to greet you, having heard your voice. And he brought someone along too, you recognized him as Jake Sim, a friend of Sunghoon’s. It was literally impossible to see one without another. 
‘’C’mon, Y/N, Mark is waiting.’’ Beomgyu let you know, trying to drag you away from the intense stares Sunghoon was giving to the both of you.
‘’Hey, Jake, did you know Sunghoon sleeps with extra pillows at night because he can’t fall asleep without cuddling one? He used to cuddle his teddy bear until he was seventeen, but his mother got rid of it. From then, he’s been cuddling his pillow because he feels lonely without his toy.’’ Your words flowed out carelessly as you spilled all of Sunghoon’s smallest secrets, wanting him to feel the same way you did back in high school. In retrospect, what you were doing was just as bad as what Sunghoon had done back then. But, in all honesty, his sleeping habits being revealed was much, much better and more innocent than the gossip he had let out about you. So you shamelessly kept going.
‘’Also, sometimes if you sneak into his room while he’s sleeping, you can catch him sucking on his thumb like a baby. Do whatever you want with this information.’’ You concluded with a long sigh, satisfied with yourself. Even if it wasn’t anything big, the new information made both Jake and Beomgyu burst out laughing.
‘’You asshole.’’ Sunghoon muttered, hand squeezing into a fist. ‘’Y/N used to fuck guys in the science lab while we were in high school.’’
Oh, he really did have the balls after all. 
‘’You’d know it so well right, since you were already crossed on my to do list.’’ You snickered, his eyes never leaving yours as you continued to speak. ‘’Never twice though since you came too fast.’’
‘’How the fuck would you know, we never fucked.” Sunghoon exclaimed, gritting his teeth. 
So Soobin’s little trick really did sting Sunghoon after all. Oh, how much money you would’ve paid to see his face when he first heard it. “That’s a fucking rumor your dumb friend started.’’
‘’Do you really want me to fuck you so bad that I’d find out? Is that why you’re so angry? Boo-hoo, stop crying.’’ You said, getting on his nerves. Maybe he would even cry from frustration. You really hoped he would so you would ask Beomgyu to take pictures of him so you could laugh at Sunghoon’s ugly crying face later on.
‘’Is that why you’re fucking annoying like this? Pissed because I didn’t fuck you? You should’ve told me sooner, I would’ve fucked you so hard you didn’t have to make up rumors for it.’’ Sunghoon talked back, taking a step forward to your figure. He did have a sharp tongue.
‘’I bet you’d still cum in a minute . It’s better to leave rumors as rumors, right?’’ You chuckled, rolling your eyes. You knew you got him right where you wanted. 
‘’You fucking-‘’
Jake was wearing an expression of pure shock as he held Sunghoon back, letting Beomgyu drag you away in a hurry. The interaction between you and his friend had surprised him, to say the least. And while the sight of you trying to get away from your friend’s grip was an amusing one to see, he didn’t want his friend to do something he would regret later. Though, by the looks of it, neither of you would have regretted  anything, had you not been held back.
‘’I think that’s enough bickering for today.’’ Jake sighed, patting Sunghoon’s back as he tried to calm him down.
‘’Gyu let go! I’m gonna fight that son of a bitch-‘’ You hit your friend’s back repeatedly all the way upstairs, until he went into Mark’s room and pushed you down on the bed. Mark raised his eyebrows in surprise at the sight, not having a clue of what had just gone down.
‘’What the fuck was all that screaming about?’’ He asked, eating his cereal as always, looking like he had just woken up with his messy hair. 
‘’Y/N, seriously what was that? I didn’t even know that you and Sunghoon knew each other. And it seemed like you knew a little bit too much about one another, so, please do enlighten us.’’ Beomgyu seconded, taking a seat next to you on the bed.
‘’Wait- Park Sunghoon? You guys are friends?’’ Mark wondered, getting more curious. You knew Mark’s attention was fully on you when he put his not so empty cereal bowl next to his bedside table. 
“Were.” You corrected your friend before starting to explain what happened between the two of you. ‘’We used to be really close throughout middle school and high school, right? During the senior year, he started this stupid rumor about me. Not many knew, but the ones who did were my closest friends and the guy I liked. They all believed him and, naturally, after that we just drifted apart.’’ You threw your head back, the memories still haunted you to this day. 
‘’For ‘revenge’ Soobin—you know who Soobin is—started this rumor about him not lasting long. After that not many girls talked to him, so that-” You alluded to the scene that had unfolded downstairs, “-was an act of sweet revenge.” You fought the urge to smirk at the memory of Sunghoon’s despair. “I thought I’d see the last of him when we graduated but it turns out he enrolled here too. Actually, this was the first time we talked after two years and I don’t plan on talking to him again and please, just… do not bring it up.’’
Little did you know, that was just the beginning of your story with Sunghoon; well, not the very beginning, more like a sequel. 
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It had been two years since you bumped into Sunghoon at the frat house. As you started your third year of university, you knew nothing changed since that day. In reality, it got worse. You and Sunghoon would start fighting like little kids at the playground fighting for toys whenever you’d come across each other. It always ended with Beomgyu or Mark dragging you (or Jake dragging Sunghoon) away. They didn’t even dare leave you two alone in the same room. Not that big of a deal, considering you and Sunghoon only shared one class together. Or maybe it was, since neither Beomgyu nor Mark took that class with you. Thus, each week you’d end up with Sunghoon sitting next to you for a whole hour just to tease you in the most annoying manner imaginable.
‘’Stop staring at me like that.’’ You snarled, trying to take notes on your laptop as the professor kept talking. All you wanted was to pass the class, you didn’t even open your mouth to speak to Sunghoon unless he was the one initiated. 
‘’Am I distracting you?’’ Sunghoon was persistent and you didn’t have to turn to your side to know he had a smirk on his face. Ah, he would look extremely hot with a bruise on his face, you thought. 
‘’No, you’re just acting creepy.’’ You told him off, praying that he would just shut the fuck up and leave you alone. 
‘’I like making you mad, it’s a sight that I adore very much.’’ He insisted on talking, of course. You were at fault thinking that he would actually act like a decent human being for once. Since he wanted to play this game so bad, you weren’t going to let him win. 
‘’Are you into that?” You raised an eyebrow along with your question even if you still didn’t look at him. Your fingers danced on the keyboard as you tried to catch up with the words of your professor. “Well, I didn’t expect less from you.’’
‘’Hmm, do you want to find out?’’ Sunghoon whispered, leaning in your ear as he put his hand on your thigh. You weren’t surprised, Sunghoon was touchy. He had always been fond of skinship and of course, he had done this when he was trying to infuriate you. You weren’t weak like Sunghoon had thought you would be. You liked  giving him a taste of his own medicine. You had a sly smile on your lips when you decided to finally turn around to face him, your nose brushing against his as you put your hand extremely close to his crotch, earning a clearly audible gasp. Content with your choice of action, you leaned in even more, your lips barely touching his as you moved your hand up. You could feel Sunghoon’s breathing getting more intense as you heard his heart beat faster compared to seconds ago. You got so close, as if to kiss him, but then suddenly closed your laptop with a loud thud with your free hand, making Sunghoon pull away from the position you two were in.
You snickered when you noticed his red ears. His personality might have changed over the past few years, but apparently, you still had the same effect on him. You were pretty proud of the work you had done—seeing Sunghoon flustered was a prize on its own. He didn’t even realize what was going on until you pointed it out.
‘’Poor Sunghoon, you’re so obsessed with me. You didn’t even notice the lecture ended like… 5 minutes ago.” You cooed, a fake pout visible on your lips. 
Ah, yes, the blinks of astonishment. Your favorite look on him. There were no words to express your elation.
“Thank you for letting me have fun with you, baby.’’ You smiled innocently, grabbing your belongings quickly as you felt Sunghoon’s eyes on you. You knew you had got him right there, for he wasn’t attempting to throw a nasty comment back at you. You left the lecture hall, making sure that Sunghoon was not following you, texting Mark and Beomgyu to meet at the cafeteria so you could grab some lunch together.
You smiled to yourself as you walked down the hallway; Y/N: 1, Sunghoon: 0
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Sunghoon and his friends were seated at the other corner of the cafeteria and you squinted as you watched him joke around with Jake and a few other guys as you ate your fries. 
‘’Y/N, he’s literally doing nothing right now, quit staring.’’ Mark tried to stop you, making you scoff. He sounded a bit… concerned. He had the right to since all you did was glare at Sunghoon which he really didn’t understand the reason behind your actions. 
‘’He’s breathing, I think that’s enough for me to hate him.’’ You replied, popping another fry in your mouth.
Next to you, Beomgyu let out a sigh. “You say the same line when Sunghoon makes a move on you, what happened this time?’’ He took a sip of his drink while trying to steal some of your fries, only to earn himself a smack on the hand. You were distracted but not distracted enough to let Beomgyu steal your precious fries. 
‘’He put his hand on my thigh, our noses brushed, and I acted like I was about to kiss him. Oh, and I nearly touched his dick.’’ You answered casually, making both Mark and Beomgyu choke on their drinks. Poor Mark, his drink seemed to come out through his nose.
‘’What the fuck?’’ They exclaimed at the same time, eyes widening. Both of their ‘what the fuck’ had different meanings, you could easily figure it out by the tone of their voices. Mark was probably reconsidering being friends with you meanwhile Beomgyu was ready to worship the ground you walk on. 
‘’It seems like both of you are stepping up your games, you’ve never gone that far before.’’ Beomgyu commented, trying, once again, to steal your fries. This time, you let him take some, putting a smile on his face. 
‘’Look Y/N, you might hit me after this but like… you know I’m oblivious as fuck right? Sometimes I feel like I don’t have a clue on what’s going on-‘’ Mark rambled as he put aside the tissue he cleaned his face with. 
‘’Get straight to the point Mark.’’ You ordered, not wanting to waste any time since you knew if Mark started rambling, he wouldn’t be able to come to the actual point. 
‘’There’s so much sexual tension between you and Sunghoon, sometimes even I feel like I can’t breathe because of it.’’ Mark confessed, a bit scared to make eye contact with you after what he said. To his luck, you didn’t even look up from your food. It was a huge relief for the boy. 
‘’Mark, you talk too much. You’re starting to sound like Beomgyu when he’s playing that one useless gacha game.’’ You stated, not really giving attention to his empty words.
‘’Hey! Don’t bring Genshin Impact into this!’’ Beomgyu came forward, sounding a bit offended, not that you used his name but insulted the game he was obsessed with. ‘’Mark’s right though, Y/N. It’s so obvious you want to fuck each other.” Beomgyu agreed, shrugging. It was a weird topic to talk about. ‘’I can’t believe Mark said something that made sense.’’ 
Mark shot him an offended look before Beomgyu started talking about the observations he had made. “But there’s no way you’d admit it so you’re putting on this mask and you’re trying to make yourself believe you hate him. When the truth is, you just want to suck his dick.” 
You raised your eyebrows at Beomgyu, your eyes threatening him to stop talking. The boy was getting bolder every day. You had no idea how you were going to deal with him until the end of this semester. 
“Also don’t look at his direction right now, but Sunghoon’s been staring at us since Mark started talking and he looks like a predator waiting for his prey, he wants to eat you out so bad-‘’
You threw your empty water bottle at Beomgyu in the hopes he’d shut up. ‘’When the fuck did you become a psychologist?”
‘’Stage one: denial,’’ Mark laughed and you hit his back, making him cry out in pain. He arched his back upon the impact. ‘’What was that for?!’’
‘’You guys are hilarious and I’m sad you didn’t learn anything about me these past two years? I mean c’mon, I’d rather fuck Mark than have to kiss Sunghoon on the cheek.’’ You blurt out, begging them to zip their mouth at this point. Your comment made Beomgyu let out a gasp as he brought a hand over his mouth dramatically. 
‘’Y/N, that hurt my feelings-‘’
‘’I don’t care, Mark. Can we talk about something else? Like that girl you’ve been crushing on for the last two months, but are still too afraid to get her number?’’ You tried to change the topic and the best way to do so was pushing Mark into the fire. You knew it worked when Beomgyu turned to face his friend as he stared at him in awe. 
‘’Mark has a crush?!’’ Beomgyu shouted, pushing his chair as he got up. The panic in Mark’s eyes was visible when he made the younger boy sit back by pulling him down from his hoodie. ‘’You traitor! Why didn’t you tell me? I thought we were best friends!’’ 
‘’If I were to tell you, you would go up to her and get her number for yourself like you did last year.’’ Mark reminded both of you, being friends with Beomgyu was a bit traumatic on Mark’s end. 
‘’In my defense, she was out of your league. So of course, I had to try my luck.’’ Beomgyu responded. He didn’t feel guilty at all. In Beomgyu’s opinion, he was doing Mark a favor by helping him move on. 
‘’You two, feel free to talk about Mark’s crush for the rest of the day but I’m done with my classes, so I’ll be leaving. I need some me time.’’ You yawned, impatient to go home. 
‘’By ‘me time’ do you mean staying in the bed for the rest of the day and binge watching anime?’’ Mark questioned, though he already knew the answer. You nodded in response. ‘’Can I come?’’
‘’It’s called ‘me time’ for a reason Mark.’’ You clarified, stretching your arms above your head.
‘’Or… You could use the dildo I got you on your last birthday.’’ Beomgyu mentioned, wiggling his eyebrows. ‘’It was still in the box when I was going through your stuff the other day. Or wait- I got a better idea. You should just get laid.’’ Beomgyu added, with a proud look on his face. He nudged Mark, signaling him to say something. 
‘’I think you should run away before I ruin that pretty face of yours.’’ You threatened with a smile on your face, your eyes twitching from the headache both boys were giving you. 
Beomgyu put his hands up, admitting his defeat. Mark, on the other hand, just shook his head and went back to eat food. From the corner of your eye, you saw Sunghoon watching your table. His gaze was on you as Beomgyu had depicted. He flashed his dimple when he realized you were looking at him and you rolled your eyes, before turning back, redirecting your attention to your fries. Only to be met with an empty plate in front of you.
‘’Choi Beomgyu, you have exactly 5 seconds to run.’’
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Saturday nights meant party nights at the frat house. Of course, you didn’t have the social energy to attend every single one and interact with people who only attended for the drinks or to find somebody to spend the night with. Most of the time, Mark and Beomgyu would come to your small apartment instead and you three would have a movie night. But now midterms were over, and you really needed a few drinks. And maybe get laid like your dear friend suggested. But it wasn’t your priority—getting wasted was.
You wore a simple dress with thin straps, along with some fancy sneakers, and did some light makeup. As soon as you entered the frat house, you saw Jake walking towards you with a bottle of beer in his hand, handing it to you.
‘’Where’s your side chick?’’ You asked, accepting the beer happily. You took a sip from the drink as you looked around to catch some familiar faces. 
‘’That’s the first thing you ask when you see me? It feels like I’m the side chick.’’ He pouted, looking hella cute for a man with a body built like a statue. You weren’t going to lie, you really liked Jake. He was extremely charming and easy to chat with. Even if you had beef with his best friend, he had always welcomed you with a smile. ‘’I don’t think he’ll be attending tonight. Told me that he was planning on catching up with some old friends. Feel free to have fun without stressing over getting a headache from Sunghoon.’’
You were relieved to hear that. Now it started to feel like a night that you could actually enjoy. ‘’Great, now where are my side chicks?’’ 
‘’Beomgyu’s in the kitchen, making some weird drinks. I don’t know what he’s mixing but one cup is all you need to get tipsy.” Jake winced a bit, remembering that one time when he drank three cups of Beomgyu’s speciality and ended up in the hospital from alcohol poisoning. “Wouldn’t suggest trying, unless you want to get absolutely hammered and don’t mind the taste. And Mark, poor Mark. He’s trying to woo that girl from his economics class.’’
‘’Poor Mark? You mean poor girl. I would have watched Mark making a fool out of himself but tonight, I need something strong. I’ll go and bother Beomgyu.’’ You explained your thought process aloud, patting Jake’s chest for whatever reason—but you were glad you did. ‘’When did you get so buff?’’
He just smirked upon hearing your comment. ‘’Hoon and I have been hitting up the gym quite a lot recently, hard work pays off, I guess. You wanna see?’’
‘’If I get drunk enough, I don’t see why not.” You replied, earning a chuckle from him. “Gotta go now, it was nice catching up with you!’’ You sang, waving your hand as you headed to the kitchen.
‘’If you wanna dance later, you know where to find me!’’ You heard Jake yell, but didn’t turn around. You would have danced with him if Sunghoon was present, just to annoy him but since he was nowhere to be seen, you were going to use that card for another time.
‘’Hey, Gyu.’’ You ruffled Beomgyu’s hair as soon as you got to him, earning an annoyed whine from the boy. He spent hours styling his precious hair but of course, you had to come and ruin it. ‘’Got anything for me?’’
‘’You’re late.’’ He stated as he started to make your drink after fixing his hair. ‘’You left me all alone to watch Mark fail at flirting. You were supposed to be here, so we could make fun of him together.’’ 
‘’Shit, is it that bad?’’ You hopped on the counter next to his ingredients. You were ready for Beomgyu to tell you everything that happened before you arrived. You did spend a lot of time choosing the right dress. 
‘’It’s worse than the last time. He should learn one or two things from Jake. Jake is like the… god of flirting.” He started shaking the mix after adding 2 teaspoons of blended ice. ‘’He doesn’t even need to open his mouth to get girls on their knees. He just gives them this specific ‘Jake’ look and licks his lips once and boom. He gets laid.’’ Beomgyu went on. You weren’t sure if he was aspiring to be like Jake or if he was ranting about how easy it was for Jake to get whatever Beomgyu himself wanted. 
“I saw you talking to him before coming up here, by the way. You want to fuck him?’’ Beomgyu asked. Without any doubt, the question earned Beomgyu a smack on the back of his head. He hissed from the pain, almost dropping the drink he was making on the floor. 
‘’What the fuck? Gyu, you can’t say shit like that out of the blue!’’ You pinched his cheek in annoyance, maybe a little too hard since he was wincing again. He did deserve it. The boy should learn when to shut up.
‘’But it’s so obvious! He’s been trying to get in your pants for the last year or so. And I heard he’s really good with his hips, why don’t you give it a try-‘’
‘’How the fuck you know that?’’ You questioned, genuinely wondering where he gets all this information from. 
‘’Y/N, please. I know everything.’’ He threw you a teasing smile, the corner of the right side of his lip turning up to form a smirk. 
‘’I’m starting to think that you actually hide between the seats just to listen all the gossip.’’ You shook your head before reaching for the bowl of cherries he was going to use on the drinks. 
‘’Not that, but I have ears and eyes everywhere.’’ He informed you, winking in your direction. 
‘’Remind me not to kiss and tell.’’ You noted, impressed at what your best friend was capable of. He was indeed something like Gossip Girl. ‘’Jake is hot but I feel like I’d regret it if I sleep with him.’’ You shrugged, smiling at Beomgyu when he handed you the drink he made.
You didn’t know how many red cups of that weird cocktail Beomgyu made you drink. The first cup came with a burn in the throat. The second cup came with warmth in your chest. The third one was the tingling sensation all over your body. With the fourth cup came the laughter and slight lightheadedness. You didn’t count the ones that came after the fourth one. But soon, your vision started to get blurry and suddenly you found yourself dancing crazily with Beomgyu and Jake, losing yourself to the music blasting through the speakers. And again, you didn’t know how many more cups you drank when you felt a pair of hands on your body.
You thought it was Jake at first because he was the one standing behind you just minutes ago so you didn’t really care about it since you felt comfortable around the Australian boy as you continued to have fun. Until that specific moment when you heard a familiar voice whispering in your ear. A voice you found irritating even despite not thinking straight.
‘’It’s good to see you in your natural habitat again.” Chills ran down your spine, and you knew for a fact that they were caused by the vibrations of his words on your skin, not because of the countless drinks you had or a flowing breeze as someone swirled past you. “It’s been too long since I saw you having fun like this.Trying to get into Jake’s bed? Wouldn’t say that I’m surprised.’’
His breath smelled heavy of  alcohol—he must have been drinking too, even more than yourself, so you thought. You didn’t reply to him because you had nothing to say, you were just too tired of coming up with new things. In addition, you were too drunk to care. You pushed people away, tried to get away from the crowd to find yourself a spot at the corner of the room, away from Sunghoon. Your head was spinning a lot, you doubted you’d find Beomgyu or Jake unless one of them found you first. Plus, Mark was long forgotten. When you looked up again, you saw Sunghoon’s figure approaching you. He was even more bothersome when he was wasted.
‘’Why are you running away from me? I thought we were having fun.’’ He whined, sounding like a small child. The urge to slap his pretty face clouded your mind. And maybe, just maybe, if you could only keep your balance, you would have.
‘’You make me so angry so quickly, it’s remarkable.’’ You grumbled, holding your head to stop your dizziness. Drunk you wasn’t exactly the smartest version of yourself. You thought if you put enough pressure, your head would stop spinning. 
‘’I only said like 2 sentences.’’ Sunghoon defended himself. You didn’t have the energy to deal with him but of course, being the stubborn person you were, backing off wasn’t an option. 
‘’Yet here I am, boiling with hatred.’’ You pointed out, leaning against the wall for support. Seemed like the wall was your only option to trust if you didn’t want to fall down. 
‘’You’re being so mean today. I didn’t even do anything.’’ Sunghoon kept talking. He really didn’t have a turn off button, you thought again. For an introvert, he seemed too eager to have a conversation with you. 
‘’When it comes to you, I can be mean every day. So now, can you fucking leave me alone?’’ At this rate, you were begging him to leave you alone. 
‘’You should’ve killed me when you had the chance because I’m not going anywhere.’’ He provoked you once again. You doubt he would get tired when the theme of the party was ‘annoy Y/N night’. 
‘’Trust me, I have regrets.” You snarled at him. Looking back at your given history, you should really have let him suffer on the ground when that basketball hit him on the head. Concussion was a good look on him. “You’re literally a 5-year-old who drinks, it’s so fucking tiring to deal with you and you never get off my back.’’
‘’Teasing you and making you frustrated is what I’m best at. Sorry, babe.’’ He tried to bop your nose, though you were quick to swat his hand away.
‘’Don’t fucking call me that, you fucking bastard.’’ You pointed a finger at him, you really wanted him gone. Being drunk and constantly bickering with Sunghoon wasn’t a good combination.
‘’You know what, Y/N? Go fuck yourself.’’ He said suddenly. You weren’t surprised at his sudden mood swing, it was not a rare occurrence. 
‘’Why don’t you fuck me yourself, you coward?!’’ You didn’t know how those words came out of your mouth, but it seemed a bit too late when you realized what you had just said. 
Before you could realize what was happening, Sunghoon had cornered you against the wall, blocking all the possible escape routes you’d been planning to use. If a mini-you controlled your actions inside your mind, she was probably smashing every button inside there, only to get a system error. He must have found your expression amusing since he smirked like the annoying asshole he was, before crashing his lips against yours. You moaned at the sudden contact, not really expecting a move like this, especially coming from him. You also weren’t sure what came over you when you grabbed the nape of his neck and pulled him closer to you, kissing him back roughly. 
You weren’t sure whether you were going to remember this when you woke up the next morning, since you couldn’t even remember what Sunghoon had said five minutes ago. But at that moment, in that dark corner of the room, you couldn’t bring yourself to care. At that moment, all you could feel was him. His lips, his hair that tickled your forehead, his warmth on your already burning body.
For a few faded moments, you even forgot that this was the Sunghoon who you wanted to punch, although, that could also be the alcohol speaking. He sucked on your tongue, biting your lower lip as he dug his fingers in the flesh of your hips. He held one of your legs up for you to wrap it around his own, still holding you against the wall, never breaking the kiss for even a second. The newfound position made it much easier for him to grind against your crotch, making him groan with every stroke as you whimpered against his lips. You could feel Sunghoon getting harder with every movement, it didn’t take him long to break the messy kiss and drag you upstairs to his room to take care of the situation. You didn’t resist and followed him. 
He was quick to slam and lock the door behind you, pushing you against the wall like he was doing just a while ago. After making your lips swollen with his own and not leaving a single untouched place on your body, he hid his face in the crook of your neck, biting and sucking on the skin like he was searching for something, trying to leave tons of marks to remind you of what happened when you’d wake up the next morning.
You let out soft moans whenever his wet mouth worked on your skin, but you felt useless letting Sunghoon use your body like how he wanted so you decided to play a little game with him. You slipped your hand between your sweaty bodies, palming his hard-on over his skinny jeans, making him let out a low grunt against your neck.
‘’You’re playing a dangerous game.’’ He muttered, hands sliding under your dress, squeezing your ass.
‘’Me? Please, you’re the one who couldn’t keep your hands to yourself.’’ You breathed out as one of his hands slipped inside your lace panties, his fingers coming in contact with your folds. Upon the contact, you could feel your heart beating in your throat, loudly and harshly.
‘’It looks like you’re enjoying it though, you’re dripping.’’ Sunghoon snarled, pushing two fingers inside your cunt without any warning, earning a gasp from you. You held onto his shoulders for support as he started to pump his fingers at an unbearably slow pace. He was openly torturing you.
‘’If you’re going to do it, at least do it properly, asshole.’’ You told him off, trying to grind on his fingers to pleasure yourself.
‘’It’s such a beautiful sight, you trying to fuck yourself on my fingers.” He looked up at you, the glint in his crescent eyes was like a cover for the evilness behind his ungodly smile. “I think I’ll take my time with you.’’
‘’Are you scared you won’t be making me cum fast enough?’’ You clapped back at him, his smirk turning into a frown. ‘’I knew you didn’t have the skills—Shit−’’ You moaned when he curled his fingers upwards, hitting that one spot that made you go crazy.
‘’Keep your opinions to yourself, will you?’’ Sunghoon chimed in, putting on more pressure against your walls. ‘’You wouldn’t want me to stop now, right?’’
‘’I can—always—take care of myself.’’ You cried out as he augmented the pace of his fingers, making you whimper in pleasure.
‘’Your fingers wouldn’t make you feel as good as mine do, admit it.”’ He persuaded, before locking your lips together for the nth time that night, giving you open-mouthed wet kisses as he pushed you more into the wall, making your back hurt a little.
‘’In your fucking dreams.’’ You mumbled against his lips, only to put that stupid smirk back on his face.
You didn’t want to tell him that he was doing a spectacular job with his fingers, stretching your walls just like how you wanted, his palm rubbing against your clit as he continued to move his fingers in and out of you. The stimulation was just enough to fill your cravings. Your walls were sucking his fingers in, clenching around his digits repeatedly.
‘’C’mon honey, let me hear your pretty moans.’’ Sunghoon sounded commanding as he spoke, trying to encourage you. ‘’Who would’ve thought your moans would sound this angelic.’’
‘’Shut the fuck up.’’ You moaned even louder, getting closer to your release as you brought him in for another kiss, which he gladly accepted, slipping his tongue in your mouth without wasting time. As you and Sunghoon continued devouring each other’s mouths, the only noise in the room was the erotic sound of Sunghoon’s fingers moving, caused by your wetness.
‘’You want to cum on my fingers, pretty? Fucking do it.’’ Sunghoon encouraged you, nibbling on your earlobe. Your nails dug on the skin of his neck when you finally let go, releasing on his fingers as he helped you ride out your high, not stopping his movement.
‘’Fuck Sunghoon-‘’ You mewled, your legs trembling as you hit your orgasm, holding onto his body tightly. If he hadn’t been holding you up against the door, you would’ve fallen down from your intense climax. You rested your forehead on his shoulder, crying out of pleasure, letting out a hiss when Sunghoon finally pulled his skillful digits out of your hole, popping them in his mouth instead, sucking off your juices.
‘’You taste sweet unlike your personality.’’ He mentioned, before pulling you away from the wall and throwing you on his bed, crawling on top of you. ‘’You’re so wrong, if you think we’re already done. I’m not letting you go until you cum at least two times tonight, maybe after that you’ll learn how to behave.’’
‘’Fuck you.’’ You spat out. As Sunghoon crawled closer, you moved back until your back pressed the headboard of his bed. 
‘’Tsk-tsk, such a dirty mouth.’’ Sunghoon purred, grabbing the hem of your dress, pulling it off of you with ease. He licked his lips in anticipation when he realized you didn’t have a bra on. After undressing himself, leaving only his boxers on, he held your chin between his fingers, placing an edgy kiss before kissing your neck down to your chest, placing his mouth on one of your nipples, sucking and biting at it as his free hand massaged the other one. He flicked his tongue over and over again, you tangled your fingers in his dark locks, pulling his hair a little, making him moan against you. You could feel his clothed hard on rubbing at your leg, trying to get some kind of friction as Sunghoon continued to work on your breasts. It was obvious he was getting a bit impatient, much like you were. You just wanted his dick to be inside you right there and then. Everything felt 100x times better when you were drunk, maybe because you didn’t give a single fuck and were ready to fuck the person you hated the most.
‘’Can you just fuck me already?’’ You pleaded. You hated how needy that came out but again, you would probably not remember all these when you woke up tomorrow. You also hoped that Sunghoon would erase everything from his mind too.
Sunghoon looked up from your chest with lust filled eyes. ‘’Is somebody getting impatient? I gotta hear you beg more.’’
‘’You’re even more annoying when you’re drunk.’’ You whined. Yeah, you were not going to beg Park Sunghoon to fuck you, nope. 
‘’You know that I can just leave you here and go back to the party right? You’re not the only girl who wants to fuck me right now.’’ He chuckled sternly, waiting patiently for what your comeback was going to be. 
‘’But I’m the only girl you want to fuck.’’ You said proudly. It was joyful to watch his smirk get replaced with a frown. He was clearly annoyed, good. 
‘’I want to fuck that attitude out of you, make you my slut.’’ He went back to the same level as your face, pecking your lips.
‘’Good luck with that.’’ You giggled, throwing your head back in amusement. 
‘’For somebody who’s drunk and close to getting fucked, you talk a lot.’’ Sunghoon commented, his nose brushing against yours. 
‘’Drunk words are sober thoughts.’’ You started into his brown orbs and maybe for once, you didn’t want to punch him. Both of you stayed silent as you stared at each other. 
It should have felt weird, right? But somehow, it felt natural with Sunghoon. Man, what did Beomgyu put in this drink…
‘’So you want to fuck me when you’re sober too? That’s good to know.’’ And with that, the urge to punch him came back. Good to know that nothing had changed since the last three minutes.
‘’You won’t even remember it next morning.’’ You watched Sunghoon take off your panties and throw his boxers to the floor, letting his dick slap against his abs, making you gulp. ‘’Oh fuck off! How is that even going to fit inside me?’’
‘’Look who’s stroking my ego now.’’ He teased you, grabbing a condom from his bedside table and putting it on, before taking his place between your legs.
‘’Shut up and fuck me.’’ You ordered, getting impatient. 
‘’Say please.’’ He said, pumping his cock. ‘’You know that I can just jerk off in front of you.’’ He just wanted you to suffer, didn’t he?
‘’Shit- alright, please, please, please fuck me.’’ You begged, holding onto his bed sheets tightly.
Sunghoon just smiled to himself before lining his dick against you and gently pushing inside, giving you time to adjust to his size. You wrapped your legs around his torso, trying to take him in even deeper. He captured your lips again, kissing you hungrily as he started to move his hips. Your nails digging at his back as he started to go faster, his cock feeling heavenly dragging against your walls. You were too tired of bickering back and forth the whole night, you wanted to enjoy the moment. Sunghoon’s thrusts were a bit sloppy, as expected, since he was under the influence of alcohol. Yet he was exceptionally good at what he was doing. He pounded into you, lips finding their way back to your neck, painting your neck like a canvas with hickies.
‘’Look at you, taking my cock like the slut you are.’’ He grumbled. He groaned, no, growled even, with a particular thrust. ‘’Am I fucking you good?’’
‘’You could do better-’’ One deep thrust and you were crying out of pleasure.
‘’Gonna ask again, am I fucking you good?’’
You didn’t reply. Instead, you squeezed your walls around him, earning a whimper from him which put a proud smile on your face. ‘’Am I making you feel good?’’
‘’You’re such a bitch.’’ You clenched tightly around him once again, making him let out a louder whimper this time. ‘’Shit- Can you stop doing that?’’
‘’Aww, is Hoonie gonna cum early? Oh my god-Fuck-‘’ With one deep thrust, you forgot what you were going to say. Two could play that game, Sunghoon thought.
His hand left your side to play with your clit which begged for attention since the moment Sunghoon had entered you. You mewled in pleasure when his fingers came in contact with the small nub. You understood that you weren’t going to last long. 
‘’I’m gonna cum.’’ You breathed out, trying to hold your orgasm. There was a slight chance that Sunghoon might reach his peak before you and you weren’t going to throw it away.
He groaned, his thrusts getting sloppier, signaling that he was close to his release too.
’’Will you be a good girl and come on my cock?’’ He teased, licking his lips as he watched you squirm underneath him. Your walls started clenching around him more often, the feeling of your tight hole was too much to handle. 
You arched your back as Sunghoon kept hitting your g spot, moving your hips to match his thrusts. You muttered an incoherent ‘fuck’ when Sunghoon gave you a particularly strong thrust, making you let everything go as you closed your eyes and threw your head back, letting your orgasm take over your body as you moaned his name loudly.
Sunghoon was close too, yes, but he still had enough time to make you come for a third time that night. He didn’t slow down his pace, he kept ramming in, making a mess out of you. You couldn’t handle the overstimulation that well, you were begging Sunghoon to stop, biting down on his shoulder to calm yourself. In less than a minute, you were cumming again. Sunghoon couldn’t keep it up for longer either. With your walls sucking his sensitive dick, he followed you right after, tons of curse words leaving past his lips as he reached his orgasm. But it didn’t stop him from continuing his movements, as he still thrusted in and out of you, both of you riding out your orgasms.
After finishing, Sunghoon pulled out of you, throwing the condom in the garbage before plopping down next to you. Both of you were trying to catch your breaths and calm down. Who thought it was a good idea to fuck when you knew you were going to head even worse headaches. Maybe you shouldn’t have drunk the last cup Beomgyu handed you. Hopefully, when you woke up that was going to be the only thing you’d regret. 
When Sunghoon started breathing properly again, he turned around to see you already sleeping peacefully. He scoffed in annoyance, but it was just to cover up the weird situation he found himself in. He wouldn’t have thought you would be such a light drinker, or he thought you would’ve sobered up by now. But here you were, lying down on his bed, sleeping like it was your own. Sunghoon got up to grab an old t-shirt and a pair of boxers to dress you, having a hard time walking over to his drawer as he felt dizzy. He would not sober up until he slept a good ten hours.
When he was convinced you were already passed out and long gone, he dressed you. To be honest, he really didn’t care if you slept naked next to him or not. He knew that you got cold easily and he didn’t want you to cuddle him if you got cold when you slept. You used to be best friends after all, a part of him still cared about you, even if it was pushed deep down in his heart. And of course, he wouldn’t want you to feel uncomfortable when you wake up next to him screaming the next morning. Well let’s say he thought of things that would make you feel less uncomfortable. He was sure that there was no chance of him remembering what actually happened when he woke up, but he knew that the scratches on his back and the bite mark on his shoulder would make a great souvenir.
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You had no idea what time it was when you felt the sunlight touch your skin, finding its way through the curtains. Your bed seemed extra comfortable. Maybe it was because of your crappy hangover. You were determined to give Beomgyu a talk after he let you drink that much. You cuddled into the pillow more, hiding your face in it. You had no idea how you got back home, dressed in your PJs, and found your way back to bed. The last thing you remembered clearly was dancing with Jake and Beomgyu before losing them in the crowd. You also remember Sunghoon coming up to you and talking nonsense. There was an image of somebody kissing you in your mind, but you barely recalled it. Talking about Sunghoon, it was weird how your pillow smelled like his infamous perfume, why would it…
Wait.
You opened your eyes immediately to see that the room you were in wasn't yours, it wasn’t a familiar sight either; not Mark’s, not Beomgyu’s. You felt somebody move next to you, making your eyes go wide. You were too anxious to turn around and see the culprit. You had a guess who he was, and you prayed and hoped that you were wrong. But apparently, God didn’t want to answer your calls that day.
‘’Took you long enough to wake up.’’ You heard his husky voice say unexpectedly, making you jump. If Sunghoon hadn’t grabbed your waist just at that moment, you would’ve fallen down on the floor.
‘’Get your hands off of me!’’ You squirmed, getting out of his grip and off the bed.
‘’Hmm, you weren’t saying that last night, you were literally begging for me to touch you.’’ Sunghoon crossed his arms behind his head as he laid down on the bed half-naked, wearing nothing but boxers and a smug smile.
‘’Oh please, if you fucked me well enough, I would’ve remembered it.’’ You spat out as you searched his room for your belongings.
‘’W-Well I don’t remember it that clearly either-‘’ You shot him a look, making him shut up on the spot.  
‘’Stop lying, your ears are red.’’ You smirked, opening his drawers in the search of something that you could wear on your way back home. You grabbed some sweatpants which looked too big on you, but you couldn’t care less.
‘’You better give me back my clothes.’’ Sunghoon said in a demanding tone, which you didn’t quite like. 
‘’I’ll give them back whenever I feel like it.’’ You sighed, feeling less nervous, but then something clicked. ‘’Fuck- How am I going to sneak out without being seen? Nobody can know about this, nobody!’’
‘’Aww, you’re leaving already-‘’ 
‘’What? Did you fucking think I was going to cuddle and make you breakfast?’’ You snapped, running your hand through your hair. ‘’Okay whatever, we fucked, fucked as in past tense. It won’t happen again. So you better forget about it and don’t you fucking dare tell anybody.’’ You turned to Sunghoon, looking at him with worried eyes. ‘’I mean it, Sunghoon.’’
He got off the bed and walked towards you, handing you your dress and shoes. 
‘’It’s 9 am. None of the boys would be awake at this hour on a Sunday morning. You can freely go out.’’ Sunghoon explained, expecting your next move. You didn’t say anything, instead you took a step closer. And another one. You walked until there was no space between your bodies. 
‘’Sunghoon…’’ You said his name seductively as you stared into his eyes. 
‘’Y-Yeah?’’ His stammered, not being used to you standing extremely close to his face, especially when you were sober. 
‘’Where the fuck are my panties?’’ You asked, ruining the mood you created. Of course, it was on purpose. You took a step back, not wanting to stay that close to him. 
‘’Oh, that…’’ He crossed his arms, looking around and acting like he was thinking where your panties went. He deserved an award for the little skit he put out. ‘’I’m gonna keep those until you decide to give me back my clothes.’’ 
‘’I fucking hate you.’’ 
‘’Likewise.’’ He agreed. Now this time he was the one who took a step closer to you, your foreheads nearly touching each other. He leaned in and for a second you thought he was going to kiss you—you didn’t move. But it turned out he did that only to open the door behind you. You sighed in relief but wanted to punch yourself that he played your own game better than you did. 
‘’Have a nice trip back home.’’ Sunghoon murmured, before bringing his lips on yours out of the blue. You pushed him away immediately, hitting his chest. 
‘’I hope you choke while drinking water.’’ You snarled before getting out.
Sunghoon received a text later that day from the person he least expected. 
> I can’t walk properly you fucking dick.
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‘’Where did you fly off to the other day at the party? We went to check on Mark and when we came back, you were gone.’’ Beomgyu mentioned as he took a seat next to you in the lecture hall. You were able to run away for two days. It was easy to ignore his text, something that happened regularly. It was inevitable to 
‘’Oh- I went home, I wasn’t feeling too well.’’ You lied, thinking that Beomgyu wouldn’t be able to figure it out anyway. He was too busy hanging out with Jake during the rest of the night. ‘’Did something happen between Mark and the girl he was talking to?’’ You tried to change the subject. It was easy when Beomgyu was the one you were talking to. He would jump on any situation to make fun of his best friend Mark’s non-existent love life. 
‘’Hah! He wishes! None of us got laid except for Sunghoon, I think he had somebody over. We had our doubts first, because Sunghoon never brings people back to his dorm room.’’ Beomgyu ranted as you listened to what he had to say carefully. ‘’The girl left her panties with him, that’s so fucking hot.’’ Beomgyu’s comment made you choke on thin air, heat rushing to your cheeks. Beomgyu seemed to not mind though, as he kept talking. ‘’I actually felt a bit bad for Jake, he’s been trying to get with you for too long. Why not give him a chance, hm?’’
You threw your head back, not really in the mood to talk about Jake when Sunghoon was the one on your mind ever since you left his room two days ago. You felt extremely guilty whenever you thought about him and that night. 
‘’I don’t know, never thought much on it.’’ You commented, shrugging. You wanted to avoid the topic of sex it made you think about Sunghoon. 
‘’If only you hadn’t left the party early… I was sure I’d see you with him during breakfast. And since you’re insisting on not fucking Sung-‘’
‘’What about Sunghoon? What about fucking him?’’ You cut him off, getting nervous. You were already feeling like you were six feet deep under the ground. You were more disappointed in yourself than embarrassed. It made you feel like you didn’t have self-respect. You literally took the first chance given to hop on Sunghoon’s dick. You didn’t need to be reminded of your adventure with the aforementioned douche.
‘’Sexual tension, Y/N, sexual tension. If you’re not going to fuck him, at least fuck his friend or… fuck Mark.’’ Beomgyu suggested, leaning back against his seat. 
‘’Ew, no.” Your expression soured. “Why are you always bringing Mark into this?’’
‘’He needs to get his dick wet. It’s been too long.’’ Beomgyu sighed. You hoped he wouldn’t open his mouth again and focus on the lecture. Bold of you to assume Beomgyu was capable of shutting the fuck up. ‘’And you need to get fucked too. One plus one is two. You and Mark both need to get laid so why not fuck each other?’’ 
You flicked at his forehead.‘’Think about your own dick.’’
‘’Ouch! Why do you always have to use physical force on me?!’’ The boy rubbed the place where you had hit him, shaking his head at you before fixing his hair. ‘’Will you be coming to Sunghoon’s birthday party on Friday?’’ He asked, making you let out a quiet snort. 
‘’And what exactly makes you think I’d be going to my arch nemesis’ birthday celebration.’’ The question was rhetorical, though Beomgyu seemed to have taken it seriously. He opened his mouth to answer, but closed it back as soon as you gave him a warning  side stare. “I’ll be at home, playing with my Ouija board and begging the ghosts to haunt him.’’
‘’Y/N, are you really willing to leave Mark alone? He needs his wingwoman.’’ Beomgyu whined, pulling on your arm like a little child.
‘’He’s an adult, he can handle himself.’’ 
‘’Jokes on you. We both saw what happens if you don’t lead him.’’ The boy rolled his eyes in annoyance. Why did you have to be so stubborn? Beomgyu himself was stubborn but you were on another level. 
‘’Gyu, I’m done playing ‘Have you met Mark?’. We watched ‘How I Met Your Mother’ like tons of times, it’s getting boring.’’ You swatted his hand away from yourself.
‘’But ‘Have you met Mark?’ always works! And if you hate it that much, we can always play ‘Have you met Beomgyu?’ instead.” He wiggled his eyebrows, making you giggle. 
‘’Will you stop talking if I agree to come?’’ You could only sight, watching your friend nod vigorously in response. ‘’Alright then, I’ll do it for you and Mark. But don’t expect me to get physical with Jake.’’
‘’It would’ve been a great birthday present for Sunghoon tho…’’ He knitted his eyebrows, like he was in deep thought. He was probably imagining a scenario in which Sunghoon finds out that you were messing around with his best friend, Jake. Beomgyu was indeed one of a kind. 
‘’Stop writing a fanfic in your mind about me, Jake and Sunghoon.’’ You warned him, once again having doubts about having him as a friend.
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‘’Are we playing ‘have you met Mark?’, please tell me we’re not.’’ Mark whispered in your ear. He had an arm on your waist, just like you had around his. 
‘’Oh honey, we’re playing it. Is that the girl you’ve been crushing on?’’ You stared at the girl wearing white shorts and a red crop top. Mark nodded in response. You thought it was adorable when a smile formed on his face when he caught a glimpse of her. ‘’She’s cute.’’
‘’I know.’’ He giggled like a kid, putting a smile on your face too. Mark was such a simp when he had a crush. Watching him being lovestruck made you realize there are men about there like Mark but to your luck, you had always come across the shitty ones. And no, you weren’t going to end up dating Mark.
‘’You’re such a pussy, Mark. I can’t believe that you’re past 20 but still need my help talking to a girl.’’ You hit his arm playfully, earning a painful moan from the boy. ‘’Okay here’s the plan. I’ll go up to her and chat for like a minute, then you’ll come with drinks and I’ll just say I saw Beomgyu and leave you two alone, got it?’’
‘’Yes, ma’am!’’ 
Surprisingly, Mark was much more skillful than what you had expected, when it came to starting a conversation with his crush. You thought he’d act strange and nervous, but you understood that you had nothing to worry about when you saw how natural he was. Beomgyu really didn’t give Mark credit.  And since your job at the party was done, you were planning on leaving before Beomgyu or anybody else saw you. You were walking towards the door when somebody blocked your path. At least, it was the more likable one of the two.
‘’You’re leaving before greeting me, Y/N? When will you stop breaking my heart.’’ Jake put a hand over his heart, acting like he was in pain. You would have turned around and walked away if you didn’t find him cute. Maybe Beomgyu was right, you could just sleep with him and get over it. It would also help you stop thinking about Sunghoon. 
‘’Me? Leaving? Pfft. I was just going to get some air. It’s too crowded in here.’’ You rambled, trying to find a reasonable excuse. ‘’Didn’t really expect me to be here, right?’’
He chuckled, looking down at his feet. ‘’To be honest, you were the last person here I thought I’d see tonight.’’ He looked up to meet your eyes. His big brown eyes were indeed mesmerizing. No wonder he got everyone lining up before him.  ‘’But I hoped that you’d come.’’ 
Jake Sim knew how to make somebody feel special and especially this trait of his made him extremely dangerous. Like Beomgyu had mentioned, Jake knew what people wanted, especially what women wanted so he delivered. He was such a smooth talker and if you didn’t know any better, youHis good looks just made everything easier. 
‘’Ah I see you don’t have a drink yet. Let’s go get you one, shall we?’’ He offered, throwing his arm over your shoulder and led the way where the snacks and drinks were. 
You loved Jake, you really did but the air was suffocating when you were with him. You felt like you didn’t have anything to talk about when it was the two of you. You needed to get slightly lightheaded to have a conversation. And the best way to get drunk fast was beer pong.
‘’Oh you guys play beer pong?’’ You asked, hoping that Jake would get you to play somehow. Knowing that he would do anything to get with you after the party, it wasn’t going to be hard for you to get what you wanted.
‘’This is not your typical weird pong though; we play it with some vodka. Gets you drunk faster.’’ Jake mentioned. You didn’t even realize his hand slipping around your waist and the two of you talked. He was impressive, you had to admit. ‘’Wanna be on my team?’’
‘’Sure, why not. Who are we playing against?’’ You went on your tiptoes and looked around to see who was playing. 
Then you spotted him. Of course, Sunghoon  would be playing. It would’ve been a shame if he didn’t, he was the one and only birthday boy after all. You were starting to wonder where he was, since you’d been able to ignore him the whole night. He had to show up somewhere eventually. Next to him was Beomgyu, of course he’d pick him. Beomgyu, that sly fucker you called your partner in crime and your official beer pong buddy, was the best when the topic was the specific drinking game. Knowing Sunghoon’s competitive personality, it was only natural for him to want to win. There was one thing Sunghoon didn’t know though. You played way better than Beomgyu, you were actually the one who had taught him how to play. You remember the times when Beomgyu cried from frustration. During your friendship of three years, Beomgyu had never beaten you in beer pong, not even once. 
‘’Shit, we’re done for, Hoon.’’ Beomgyu muttered when he saw you across the table, standing next to Jake as his teammate.
‘’What do you mean? They won’t be able to beat us.’’ Sunghoon replied, laughing out loud. There was no way you were good at beer pong. In Sunghoon’s opinion, being in a frat came with extraordinary beer pong skills. Sadly, he couldn’t be more wrong. 
‘’I have never once beaten Y/N in a game and now seeing her team up with Jake makes me want to surrender. I have an image to protect, Hoon.’’ Beomgyu told the boy next to him. The way Beomgyu’s voice sounded sent chills down Sunghoon’s spine since he had never seen the older boy being this serious about a topic before. It was kinda hilarious that the topic was beer pong. Sunghoon wasn’t surprised since it was Beomgyu talking. ‘’There’s only one thing I’m sure of. We’re going down and we’re going down hard’’
Sunghoon scoffed, crossing his arms on his chest.. He looked back at you to see you wet the ball you were about to throw. Even if you noticed his indifferent stare, you didn’t act on it. And it made his blood start to boil. ‘’She can’t be that good.’’
Now, after drinking five cups of beer mixed with vodka, he still couldn’t accept the fact that you were beating them. You never missed, except for  maybe one or two shots because of how clingy Jake acted next to you. Sunghoon was good too, he made sure you drank enough to get a little bit tipsy. Beomgyu was still a better player than him though. When it came to Jake, he was already a bit drunk before the game started, he missed a couple of shots, but you were there to win so you gave your everything. There was no way you were going to let Sunghoon win. You felt a bit bad for your dear friend Beomgyu but he should have thought twice before teaming up with your enemy. Lucky for Beomgyu, you wanted to ruin Sunghoon’s ego more. The small crowd surrounding you cheered every single time.
‘’I think I’ve just fallen in love with you.’’ Jake said in awe, hugging you from the back and kissing the nape of your neck as you threw the ball inside the last cup. You didn’t care about how touchy Jake was, it didn’t bother you unlike somebody else. You could feel Sunghoon’s burning eyes on your back as you talked with Jake.
‘’Good for you, puppy.’’ You commented, trying to get out of his strong grip. Neither of you were drunk, just a little bit tipsy. ‘’Now if you excuse me, I need to freshen up.’’
You passed through Beomgyu and Sunghoon, bumping your shoulder against the silver haired boy on purpose as you walked by, a smug smile on your face as you went to the bathroom. You felt Sunghoon’s eyes on you with every step. He wasn’t that mad he had lost, it was normal. But he was furious that out of all people, he had lost to you and he hated the mischievous smile on your face. There was nothing Sunghoon wanted more than eto erase the smirk you wore and he knew only one way to make it happen. He told Beomgyu he needed some fresh air and without getting seen, he followed you to the bathroom with quick steps. He waited until you were done and when you opened the door to get out, he pushed you back inside, making you yelp in surprise as he locked the door behind him.
After the two-second shock and a mini heart attack he gave you, you regained your balance and stood back up straight. Looking at him, your eyes filled with shock and sudden fury. ‘’What the fuck-‘’
‘’I hate the way you get on my nerves every single damn time. Even if you’re just standing and doing nothing, it irks me so fucking much.’’ Sunghoon spoke under his breath, backing you to the sink, putting both of his hands on the marble counter and caging you in between them. ‘’You’re so fucking evil and it makes you look so hot.’’ He confessed right before crashing his lips against yours, kissing you hungrily.
Your mind told you to push him away but somehow your body decided to not take orders. You weren’t able to do any of that and instead held the back of his head, pulling him closer and kissing back with all you got.
Sunghoon seemed to be surprised when he realized you were not screaming at him. He slipped his tongue between your gritted teeth, exploring your mouth. Your tongues battling with each other, trying to pin the other one down, he was getting competitive even when kissing. He helped you sit on the counter of the sink before he got in between your legs, slipping his hands under your dress to touch your thighs.
‘’I can’t fucking stand you.’’ You mumbled against his mouth, your fingers tangling in his freshly dyed hair. 
‘’Sit on my face then.’’ Sunghoon suggested, stroking your ass cheeks. ‘’I didn’t get to taste you last time. As the birthday boy, I want my present from you now.’’
You didn’t reply, you just looked straight into his eyes and opened your legs a bit more, giving him the green light. He kneeled down, getting on the right level to eat you out. He pushed the hem of your dress up to your torso, ripping your underwear, making you gasp.
‘’You owe me two panties now, asshole.’’ 
‘’I’ll make it up to you, don’t worry.’’ He mumbled before dipping his head between your thighs, leaving wet kisses on your skin, before licking a stripe from your folds to your clit, earning a broken whimper from you. You tasted even better than he had imagined, so sweet, just the way he liked. You tangled your fingers in his hair again, guiding him. He gave your clit kitten licks first, teasing you, making you beg for more. You tried to grind on his tongue, attempting to get more friction. He soon got the message, placing his lips fully on your nub, flicking his tongue against it and sucking on it interchangeably.
‘’Oh my god- Hoon- keep going.’’ You moaned, your grip on his hair getting a bit tighter.
It was obvious that he was experienced, he ate pussy like a champ. You craved more, wanting to feel his tongue everywhere. After giving your clit some attention, he went a bit lower, placing soft kisses on your folds before slipping his tongue inside your cunt, tasting your juices. He groaned against you, sending tingles to your spine. It felt heavenly, you’d never been eaten out like this before. To be honest, you were a bit disappointed that Sunghoon had a skillful tongue, because this might’ve been the first and the last time he was showing you heaven. He moved back to your clit after a minute, looking up for a single second which was enough for you to come undone right there and then. There was something about the stare he shot you, full of lust, and maybe some hatred, that made you even wetter.
One of his hands left its place on your ass and found its way between your legs, pushing a finger inside your dripping core, then a second one. The pleasure from the stimulation was enough to make you cry. Your walls started clenching around his digits crazily as soon as he started pumping them, the familiar knot in your stomach started building, signaling you were getting close to your climax.
‘’I’m gonna cum-‘’ You purred, pulling his hair. ‘’Fuck!’’ Your voice only served as encouragement for Sunghoon to go harder on you, curving his fingers, putting pressure on that one spot as he continued working his tongue. It didn’t take you long to reach your high, coming undone as he kept eating you out and moving his digits. When he finally pulled away and came back on the same level as your face, you saw his chin and mouth glistening with your essence. He pulled you in for a kiss, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.
‘’Sunghoon?’’
‘’Hmm?’’ He grumbled, kissing your neck.
‘’Can I suck you off?’’ You asked before your brain processed your thoughts. The question made him take a step back and look at you, to see if you were being serious or joking. ‘’Since we’re at it, let me give you a birthday gift. We both know that this.’’ You pointed at the space between you two. ‘’Will not happen again.’’
‘’You said that the last time and look where we are.’’ You could feel the boy smirk against your skin, making you inhale a deep breath. 
‘’I’ll leave you here alone with your hard dick.’’ You said, pushing his body away from yours. ‘’Trust me, your hand won’t feel as good as my mouth.’’
Sunghoon shrugged, agreeing as he switched places with you, so that he’d now be the one leaning against the sink. He unzipped his pants, pulling them down along with his boxers. You got on your knees, facing his hard dick. You grabbed it, spitting on it to make your movements easier, giving it a few strokes. Sunghoon made sure to give you more free space to work on. You gave him an innocent smile in return, he loved how you acted like you weren’t going to have your mouth stuffed with his cock within a few seconds later.
You made sure he was watching your every move, looking up at him, batting your eyelashes. He muttered a quiet fuck, throwing his head back. The precum on his was leaking. You spread the liquid with your thumb before giving his tip small licks. The thing about Sunghoon, he got frustrated quickly. He jerked his hips forward slightly, signaling you to give him more attention. You got the signal and put his red tip in your mouth, sucking on it like it was a lollipop.
‘’Holy fuck- Yes, just like that babe.’’ He whimpered, stroking your cheek with his free hand. You pumped the rest of his dick, trying to get him worked up more. You swirled your tongue around his tip, trying to give all your attention to it before taking all of his length in your mouth. You moved forward and tried to take all of him, lapping your tongue on his length. Sunghoon closed his eyes and focused on the pleasure. You bobbed your head, starting off smooth and gentle. You knew that things would turn out dirtier in the upcoming minutes and wanted to have some little fun at first.
You started to fasten your pace, your hand found its way to his balls, massaging them, making Sunghoon let out a loud groan followed by a moan. As you bobbed your head faster, you got messier. Saliva started dripping from your mouth; it was a beautiful sight for Sunghoon to see.
‘’You look like a fucking angel right now.’’ He breathed out as he watched his cock disappear between your lips. He started to move his hips, thrusting in your mouth at a steady pace. You moaned against his length, making him curse. He was so fucking sensitive, laughing at the state he was in as you continued showing him heaven. You had him wrapped around your finger but he would never admit it, especially to you. 
You loved seeing Sunghoon in that state, it was a new sight to see. Him being needy, at the edge of crying from the stimulation, made you enjoy sucking his dick even more. You used your tongue as much as you could, trying to get him to the edge. You felt his dick twitching and you knew then, he was close to his orgasm. His grip on your hair got tighter as well, his knuckles turning white.
‘’Keep going princess, you’re gonna make me cum so hard.’’ Sunghoon choked out, fucking your mouth. His dick hit the back of your throat every single time, making you gag. Tears formed in the corner of your eyes, which made Sunghoon wipe them away with his thumb. You gave his thigh a squeeze, wanting him to stop thrusting in your mouth so you could go back to sucking his tip a little bit more. You lapped your tongue against his tip, this time he had tears in his eyes from the intense pleasure.
‘’Shit- I’m cumming.’’ He let you know seconds before releasing his seed into your mouth.
You didn’t stop sucking him though, if he could overstimulate you, you could do the same thing. It was just for your personal enjoyment. You swallowed his cum, staring at him. Sunghoon didn’t think he could cum more, but he felt his dick twitch again, releasing some more of his hot cum in your mouth, you swallowed it once again before taking his dick out of your mouth. He brought you up for a kiss, his hand slipping under your dress again, his thumb rubbing lazy circles on your clit as he devoured your mouth.
‘’I want to fuck you so much right now.’’ You heard him voice out in between kisses.
‘’Not here but we can arrange that if you come to my place.’’ You suggested, not really in the mood to have sex in a random bathroom. It was a too uncomfortable for your liking. ‘’I still want to throw you out off a window though.’’
‘’The feeling’s mutual.’’ Sunghoon was quick to add, pecking your lips with a chaste kiss, before zipping his pants.
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Sunghoon had fucked you so good that night and this time when the morning came around, you remembered every detail unlike the very first time you hooked up. In some way, you felt guilty. Having sex with the man you were supposed to hate didn’t sound normal. Plus, the way you wanted to keep this whole thing a secret from your closest friends didn’t sit that well with you either. You told yourself that it was your private life. Beomgyu and Mark didn’t need to know every single detail about your sex life, but when Mark came up to you and told you he had slept with that girl he’d been crushing on, the feeling of guilt was inevitable. 
‘’You whore!’’ Beomgyu expressed, sitting next to you and Mark on one of the comfy frat house sofas. Beomgyu had offered to cook the both of you some lunch. You didn’t know if it was a good idea or not but hey, free food! Since it was Sunday, most people in the frat were out with their friends and family. ‘’People saw you and Sunghoon leaving the party together. Did you finally sleep with him?’’
‘’Pfft, Gyu don’t be ridiculous. Y/N wouldn’t do such shit- Would you?’’ Mark eyed you, awaiting a response. One of your personality traits was making ridiculous decisions after all. 
‘’You guys are stupid. I threw up in the bathroom and Sunghoon saw it, offered to drive me home.’’ Lying to the boys was easier than you thought. You were sure that fooling Mark was a piece of cake. You only had doubts about Beomgyu, so you had to choose your words very carefully. ‘’We hate each other, but it doesn’t make him a total monster.’’
‘’Maybe the beer-vodka mix wasn’t a good idea, Beomgyu. Poor Y/N, I’m sorry-‘’ Mark pulled you into a reassuring hug, caressing your back. Amazing, now you had Mark worrying.
‘’Like you care, you were busy getting your dick wet.’’ Beomgyu babbled, pulling you towards him to give you a hug too.
‘’You guys should be happy for me, but I guess you’re just jealous, since I’m the only one getting laid in this friend group.’’ He folded his arms, a smug look on his face. For the first time in his life, Mark felt superior to both of you. 
Both you and Beomgyu threw him a disgusted look, shaking your heads in disapproval. 
‘’You’re both annoying as hell and I’m getting hungry. Are you going to cook or what?’’ Mark asked Beomgyu, trying to change the subject. He had enough of both of your teasings for the day. 
‘’Alright, alright. Mr. Not-A-Virgin-Anymore, help me, will you?’’ Beomgyu joked, getting up to go to the kitchen.
‘’Hey! I wasn’t a virgin! You fucking know that! I swear to god, he turns out to be more disturbing each day.’’ Mark followed Beomgyu into the kitchen, leaving you alone in the living room. 
Within minutes you heard a bunch of stuff dropping on the floor, probably some plates breaking with the impact, followed by Beomgyu shouting at Mark. Did Beomgyu really think that bringing Mark to the kitchen to help him cook was a good idea? It didn’t take long for both boys to start yelling at each other. Shrugging, you decided to ignore the situation.
You were busy going through your phone, waiting for them to finish cooking when you felt somebody sitting on the couch next to you, making you look up. There he was again, Sunghoon with his infamous smirk which was the number one reason for all your problems. It seemed like you were a ‘Sunghoon magnet’ because whenever you came to the frat house to hang out with your friends, he was always there.
‘’You didn’t tell me that you’d be coming here today.’’ Sunghoon commented, playing with the strands of your hair. You huffed, slapping his hand away.
‘’I didn’t think you’d care.’’ You replied, trying to scoot as far away from him as possible. But whenever you moved away, he crawled closer to you, never giving you a break. When you reached the other side of the couch, having  nowhere to run, he grabbed your hips and pulled you under him. You gasped when he got on top of you. You struggled under his body, trying to get out of the situation. What if one of the boys came back inside and saw you two like this? You weren’t going to take the risk. You’d prefer to drink bleach instead of Beomgyu seeing the position you were in with Sunghoon. He would not let you live for the rest of your life.
‘’Sunghoon, stop.’’ You squirmed, but he had pinned you under him. It was hard to move when a six feet man was on top of you. You hated how he was much stronger than you were. ‘’Mark and Gyu are in the kitchen and they can come out any minute.’’
‘’It’s funny, don’t you think?’’ He said ignoring your comment about your friends. He didn’t really care about the others finding out that you two were messing around. He placed a kiss on your cheek before dragging his pink lips to your neck.
‘’That’s debatable.’’ You tried to push him away once again, but he was having none of it. Your eyes were locked on the hallway that led to the kitchen. 
‘’You’re debatable.’’ He mumbled against your neck. At this rate you were sure that Sunghoon had a thing for neck kisses. 
‘’Your whole existence is debatable. Get off of me.’’ You groaned, finally getting out of his grip, your palms sweating. You hated how he had this power over you, how he was able to get you worked up so easily.
‘’C’mon, I miss you.’’ He whined like a kid, now pulling you on his lap. A small smile formed on his lips when he realized you weren’t fighting back this time.
‘’It sounds like a you problem.’’ You replied, not attempting to stop him. 
‘’Are you mad at me?’’ He asked, a little bit concerned. He had never understood your emotions because you were never the one to show them. 
‘’What do you think?’’ Your lips brushed against his teasingly.
‘’I think I’m going to kiss you.’’
He went in for a wet, open-mouthed kiss, but you were quick enough to stop him, still concerned about the two boys in the next room.
‘’That was not the right answer.’’ You rolled off of his hips, going back to your seat.
‘’Hmm, then I think we should have sex. You know, just to break the tension.’’ This time Sunghoon was able to catch your lips, giving you a quick, needy kiss. 
You did kiss him back this time, tired of playing hard to get. You wrapped your arms around his neck, playing with the hair on the nape of his neck. You were too lost in Sunghoon’s pretty lips and for a minute you forgot that you were supposed not to kiss the guy. When that flashed through your mind, you pulled away from the kiss. 
Sunghoon shot you a confused look, the same look was visible on your face too but for different reasons. Sunghoon was confused because he was really into the quick makeout session and didn’t understand why you pulled away while you were trying to figure out why you were making out with him in the first place. On top of that, you found yourself enjoying kissing him which was kinda embarrassing to admit.  
‘’Wait, wait- What even is this?’’ You demanded an answer. 
‘’What do you mean? Isn’t it quite obvious? We’re just fucking.’’ Sunghoon replied casually. It seemed like he already made up his mind about the so-called relationship going on between the two of you. 
‘’Is this something like enemies with benefits?’’ You thought, scrunching your nose. 
‘’Sex is better when you hate the person in front of you.’’ He mentioned, sounding a bit impatient. He just wanted to kiss you again.
‘’The saying is not like that.’’ You sighed. You didn’t know if he was acting the way he did just to get on your nerves, or if he was actually like that.
‘’Don’t you agree though? There’s this urge to show the other person that you’re good, so it makes everything more pleasurable.’’ He appealed. His only goal was to make you think that being fuck buddies would be a good idea. 
‘’You talk too much, I’d choke you, but you’d like that.’’ You shook your head.
‘’Try me.’’ He challenged you, a smirk on his face. 
You rolled your eyes at him, before finding your way back on his lap once again. His hands went to your waist automatically, holding you down as you placed your lips against his. You started kissing him gently at first, savoring the moment as you put your hands on his chest. You rocked your hips against his crotch teasingly, trying to get him worked up. As the pace of your hips started getting faster, your kisses became rougher. Your hands crawled from his chest to his neck, wrapping your fingers around his throat, never breaking the kiss.
Sunghoon let out a whimper which made you smirk against his mouth. You could feel him getting harder under you with every snap of your hips. The friction felt good for you too. You quietly moaned into the kiss, not wanting the other boys to hear what you were doing. You put more pressure on Sunghoon’s throat, you didn’t know how he was taking it, but since he was moaning instead of crying in distress. You guessed he was enjoying it as much as you were.
Seeing Sunghoon in this state was a gift for you. He was always bratty, thinking he was better than everyone else, but the sight in front of you told you otherwise. Maybe being dominated was his deep secret and guilty pleasure. You had time to find it out. You were just starting when you heard the kitchen door open, making you jump off Sunghoon’s lap immediately. You stared at the boy with wide eyes, before ultimately throwing him a pillow to cover his hard dick, right on time as Mark came in and told you the food was ready.
‘’You guys are not fighting?’’ He questioned, scratching the back of his head. He was clearly surprised to see both of you sitting next to each other without your hands on Sunghoon’s throat. Only if he knew… 
‘’We need breaks too.’’ You jumped in before Sunghoon had the chance to say anything stupid. ‘’C’mon, let’s eat.’’ You got up and threw an arm around Mark’s shoulders, dragging him back into the kitchen.
‘’Hoon, you want some food too?’’ Mark turned around to face his friend.
‘’M-Me? Umm- I have a few things to do first. You guys enjoy.’’ He smiled, showing off his dimple as he held the pillow tightly on his lap. Mark nodded before following you into the kitchen.
Sunghoon let out a miffed sigh, before going back to his room to take care of the situation in his pants. You made him go crazy and he wasn’t sure if he liked it or not, but he wasn’t scared to find out.
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When you and Sunghoon started this relationship, you didn’t think you’d last long before you’d hit your breaking point. To your shock, things were going better than you had expected. You still fought crazily, but even crazier sex came right afterwards. Never in a million years would you have thought tyour sex life would be this adventurous and pleasing. Your sex drive was high, but Sunghoon’s was even higher. He would literally slip his hand inside your panties whenever he got the chance, wherever you were.
The only thing bothering you was the fact you felt the need to hide whatever that relationship was from everybody. But because you didn’t know what the future held for you, it was better this way. In addition, once again, you didn’t want to deal with Beomgyu's nasty mouth. As you spent more time with Sunghoon, your hatred for him gradually decreased. It felt like you were going back to your high school days, but still, you were having doubts about him, so you stuck on being acquaintances who had casual sex. Regardless,it was better than hating each other’s guts.
You didn’t like to sleep at the frat after sex, for it induced too much stress. Anybody could just come into Sunghoon’s room, even if he kept his door locked when you were around. But he had insisted on you staying over last night. It had been really late when you sneaked, making it seemingly impossible for you to get out of Sunghoon’s room unnoticed. After all, Mark’s room was just in front of his. You didn’t want to take the risk, and it wasn’t like you haven't slept in Sunghoon’s bed before. It was all good if both of you were on the same page. One thing you didn’t plan on though, was running late to your morning class the next day.
‘’You’re making too much fucking noise Y/N, skip the lecture and go back to sleep.’’ Sunghoon whined sleepily, hiding his head under the blankets. He had never been a morning person, nothing had changed in three years. 
‘’I can’t! Today’s lecture is really important and fuck- I gotta take a shower, but I don’t have enough time to go back to my place.” You poked into his naked shoulders. You nearly felt bad for all the red lines you left on his back, but did he deserve it? Probably. “Sunghoon, help me sneak into the shower.’’
The male threw the sheets off himself and stood up. His eyes widened and suddenly, he was fully awake and ready to start his day. ‘’Shower sex?’’
‘’Why the fuck do you only care about sex?’’ You cried, still nervous about how you were going to get to class on time.
‘’Our relationship is based on fucking, Y/N. Of course I’m gonna think about sex.’’ He sassed, plopping down on the bed once again. ‘’I have a morning wood and since you’re here, it would have been nice if you helped me out.’’
‘’Okay crybaby but we gotta be quick, I really don’t want to miss the lecture.’’ You knew there was no point in fighting when Sunghoon wanted to get his way with you. 
‘’Nerd.” Sunghoon put his finger on your forehead and pushed it back a little.
You slapped his hand away, letting out a grunt. ‘’If I were you, I would think before I speak.’’
‘’Do you want to take a shower or not?’’ He asked, raising a single eyebrow. You nodded in response. 
‘’Then shut up.’’ Sunghoon said sternly. Finally being able to get out from his warm bed, he walked to the door, unlocking it. He checked the hallway and when he figured out it was empty, he called you over.
Sunghoon didn’t waste time before pressing his lips on yours, helping you take off your clothes along with his own, before hopping in the shower. You regretted being under the water with him at that second, realizing that you wouldn’t be able to wash up like you had wanted to. Sunghoon was a great distraction and he had other things in mind.
‘’Can you fuck me already?’’ You said in between kisses. He looked extremely sexy under the water. You wanted him right there and then. 
‘’Shh, let me enjoy.’’ He hushed you, lips moving to your chest.
‘’No, don’t- Didn’t you hear anything of what I told you, like, ten minutes ago?’’ You tried pushing him away. If he was going to fuck you, he had to do it without the teasing. ‘’My lecture- Offf.’’ You hissed when Sunghoon turned your back to himself and pressed you against the wall, holding you still.
‘’You’re not going anywhere until I’m done with you.’’ He muttered, his hands caressing the skin of your bum. ‘’You’ve been acting extremely bratty these days.’’
‘’These days? I’ve always been bratty.’’ That earned you a spank on your ass. 
‘’Am I not fucking you hard enough? I swear to god, you never learn.’’ Sunghoon squeezed your ass, making you let out a needy moan.
He grabbed his cock, wincing at the sensitivity, before giving it a few pumps. He lined it against your core, pushing all the way in, a hand on your mouth, keeping you from making any loud noise. ‘’That’s it, take it all like the slut you are.’’
The wet and warm feeling of your pussy felt too good around his dick. It was the second time you were having raw sex—the first time had happened when Sunghoon needed a quickie in the locker rooms after he played soccer with his friends. The idiot had forgotten to bring a condom and he’d been hard as a rock. Thank god, you were on the pill.
Sunghoon started pounding in you instantly, hands on your hips, nails digging in your skin. He barely gave any time to adjust to his size. You felt so warm and wet, he couldn’t control himself. The pleasure he was giving you was out of this world, you even let a few tears fall down from the corner of your eyes. It was a good thing your back was facing him. If it hadn’t, you wouldn’t have been able to hear the end of his teasing.
‘’Your pussy feels so good, will you let me fuck you raw more often from now on?’’ He pulled you against his chest, biting on your shoulder. You couldn’t say anything as Sunghoon’s hand was still on your mouth. You let out a choked sob, clenching your walls around his dick. He grunted, giving you deep and rough thrusts, trying to reach his orgasm in the fastest way. ‘’You’re doing really good, princess, you just keep letting me use you.’’
You put your hands on the wall in front of you, trying to keep your balance as cold water washed down on you. The tip of Sunghoon’s cock kept hitting that one spot inside of you like a professional, making you feel satisfied. He finally let go of your mouth, letting you breathe properly.
‘’Fuck you, Park.’’ You commented, hitting his arm, his hips still ramming inside you. ‘’God, it feels so fucking good, I’m gonna cum.’’ You whimpered. 
He stopped for a second to change your position so you were facing each other. He looked directly in your eyes before continuing his movements.
‘’Look at me when you cum.’’ He insisted, kissing your jawline. ‘’I want to see your pretty face.’’
You knew it was impossible for you to run away from his gaze, it was too intense. The slick, pushed back hair was a good look on him, a hot one, which he didn’t experiment on very much. Little droplets of water glimmered across his skin as some traveled down on his body. His neck and chest, as well as cheeks and ears, were a shade of angry red. And his eyes. Oh, those eyes that would turn into crescents whenever he would smile… They carried a raw hunger in them, his irises held a darker color. They held no feeling but want; lust. He didn’t break the gaze for even one moment, and that just added more fuel into your fire. With a few more deep thrusts, you were gone, crying out his name as you reached your high. Sunghoon was nowhere near close though, still pumping his dick in and out of you like there was no tomorrow. His hand came in contact with your clit, rubbing figure eights on the nub; overstimulation at its best.
‘’You like that?’’ He whispered, sucking on your earlobe. ‘’I’m not done with you, not yet.’’
He snapped his hips harder, making you claw on his back, leaving red marks for him to remember what you’d been doing the whole morning. You sobbed, begging him to give you a break, but Sunghoon acted like he couldn’t hear you. It didn’t take you long to reach another orgasm, your legs trembling from the bliss. If Sunghoon hadn’t caught you, you would’ve probably fallen down. He kissed you more after he pulled out, trying to calm you down and, unusually, it worked. 
Until that very moment, everything was going normal. 
‘’Sunghoon, you’re an asshole. Why the fuck are you wasting water?!’’ You heard Jake’s voice as the door of the bathroom opened, panic visible on both of your and Sunghoon’s faces.
‘’Jake, get the fuck out. I’m taking a shower!’’ Sunghoon responded, hoping that he’d go away.
‘’How many times do I have to tell you, don’t put your toothbrush in the same cup as-’’ Jake came to open the shower curtain, only to reveal you and Sunghoon together.
The three of you just stared at each other for what felt like an eternity before Sunghoon closed the shower curtain. Yeah, he was not going to let Jake see you naked any longer. 
 ‘’Holy fuck?!’’ Jake shouted, not moving from his place. ‘’Why the fuck is Y/N in there with you?!’’
‘’Why do you think, genius?!’’ Sunghoon snapped. He was furious, but also pretty anxious because he didn’t know what would come next. ‘’Now get the fuck out!’’
‘’Wait- Not yet. Mark! Beomgyu! Come quick!’’ Jake yelled. You couldn’t see him but you were sure he had an evil smile on his face. 
‘’Why would you call them here?!’’ You questioned, throwing an empty shampoo bottle at him.
‘’What happened? You okay? I heard screaming.’’ Mark said, standing next to Jake. The other boy sighed before opening the shower curtain enough to show your face. ‘’Are you seeing this shit?’’
‘’Oh, Y/N, didn’t know you stayed over. Did you sleep in Beomgyu’s room?’’ Mark asked, the poor boy was clueless.
Beomgyu showed up seconds later. ‘’Y/N is here? Where is she? Oh, there she is! Did you stay with Mark?’’
Jake sighed; even if both of his friends were older than him, they were still idiots. He opened the other side of the curtain, showing Sunghoon’s face.
‘’You must be kidding me….’’ Beomgyu snorted, laughing like a crazy man. ‘’You’re fucking him?!’’ He exclaimed, pointing at Sunghoon before throwing himself on the floor. ‘’But you-”
‘’Can you guys fucking leave! Why are you still here? Fuck off!’’ Sunghoon shouted, flipping them off, making them leave in a hurry. The boys knew Sunghoon could get pretty scary when he got angry. 
You didn’t speak to each other as you dried off and got dressed, you didn’t know what to expect after everything that went down. Grabbing your belongings, you got out of Sunghoon’s room as he still continued to fix his hair and went downstairs to the kitchen where Beomgyu and Mark were waiting patiently. You looked down as you entered, just wanting to grab an apple and leave the place immediately. You knew you couldn’t run away forever, but you could deal with it tomorrow and not today. 
‘’You have some explaining to do.’’ Beomgyu sang, an evil smirk on his face. Oh, he was never going to let you live. 
‘’There’s nothing to explain, you saw it all.’’ You replied unamused, trying to get out of the house as soon as possible. But of course, Beomgyu had to grab and push you down on an empty chair, making you sit down.
‘’I can’t believe you lied to my face! I thought I was the only one getting some action between the three of us but turns out you’ve been fucking Park Sunghoon the whole time!’’ Mark whined, eating his cereal. ‘’I thought you hated each other-’’
‘’We do, it’s just… I was horny and he happened to be there. Things escalated quickly.’’ You murmured, looking down at your lap as you played with your fingers. ‘’Trust me, I’d have more fun pegging Mark than having sex with Sunghoon.’’ You added, making Mark choke on his cereal just when Sunghoon came into the kitchen.
‘’You’re saying it like you weren’t crying out in pleasure just 15 minutes ago.’’ Sunghoon mentioned, pouring himself a bowl of cereal. ‘’Also, nobody’s stopping you from pegging Mark, I’m sure that he’ll enjoy it.’’
Beomgyu cracked up, hitting on the table. Mark shot him a look, telling him to stop laughing. ‘’I’m not into pegging! Why are you always bringing me into this mess!’’ He whined, not understanding why you chose him as the victim every single time. 
‘’What are you going to do after you’re done pegging him? Tie me down on the bed and have your way with me?’’ Sunghoon said in a joking manner. ‘’That’d be hot.’’
‘’I didn’t think you’d be into those kinds of things, Park. You want to get pegged, too?’’ You snickered. Mark dropped his spoon on the floor from shock. 
‘’I’m trying to eat my breakfast in peace! Why did Jake have to expose them?!’’ Mark cried again. Maybe it was a mistake getting into a frat. ‘’Also, why me? Why not Beomgyu?’’
‘’Your ass is cuter than Gyu’s.’’ You confessed, before turning your attention back to Sunghoon. ‘’Sunghoon’s ass is too flat, I doubt I’d enjoy it.’’
‘’Other than that, I don’t think you’d be able to. You’re the one always begging for me to be on top of you.’’ Sunghoon’s statement made you raise your eyebrows. It was the truth, you preferred him being on top, but not because you wanted to be submissive, it just felt easier like that. Of course, you preferred him to do all the work. 
‘’Says the man who begged me to choke him a couple of times.’’ You words made Sunghoon shut up.
‘’He’s into choking? Kinky…’’ Beomgyu commented, watching the scene in front of him with joy. Beomgyu regretted not filming all these interactions. It could’ve become viral on the internet. 
‘’Shut up, that’s not- Stop staring at my boner, we’re fighting.’’ Sunghoon crossed his arms over his chest, cackling. 
‘’Why did you get a boner while we’re fighting?’’ You ran a hand through your hair, licking your lips.
‘’I asked first.’’
‘’I asked second.’’
Beomgyu and Mark just stared between you two, not sure how to react. Mark continued to eat his cereal like nothing was happening whereas Beomgyu kept watching the scene unfold in front of him like it was a movie. He really needed some popcorn. 
‘’Are you going to be a bitch your whole life?’’ Sunghoon spat out.
You rolled your eyes. ‘’Probably.’’ You taunted.
Sunghoon looked down before grabbing the last apple you were planning on eating and making his way out of the kitchen, his bowl of cereal long forgotten. 
‘’Hey! I gave you a boner, don’t ignore me!’’ You grabbed the back of his t-shirt, stopping him before he could leave the room. ‘’How come I want to throw you off a cliff and fuck you at the same time.’’ You muttered, making Sunghoon gulp. Mark choked on the cereal that he was eating as Beomgyu let out a dramatic gasp. Yeah, nothing new to see here. 
‘’Now? In the kitchen?’’ Sunghoon smirked, before turning to the two boys who minded their own business. ‘’You two.’’ He pointed at them. ‘’Get out and close the door.’’
‘’Nope! No! We eat here, you can’t have sex in our kitchen! What happens, if somebody else walk-’’
‘’Mark, you say it like Beomgyu has never fucked his ex in this exact kitchen before.’’ Sunghoon threw the bomb. He wasn’t playing around.
‘’That was supposed to be our secret!’’ Beomgyu groaned. ‘’Well you two can have sex in the kitchen but we’re not leaving.’’ He crossed his arms and put his feet on the table.
‘’W-We’re not?’’ Mark whispered, nudging his friend. ‘’They wouldn’t do it in front of us right?’’
‘’Pftt, of course not. Y/N is a fucking coward, also she gets really shy- Stop taking off your shirt! Don’t you have a morning lecture to attend?’’ Beomgyu yelled at you as he watched your every move. 
‘’I think we should just leave.’’ Mark suggested, getting up and grabbing his cereal with him.
‘’Things were just starting to get heated- Y/N can kiss like that? I had no idea- Okay okay, we’re leaving now.’’ Beomgyu changed his mind when Sunghoon threw the apple he was holding at him.
After getting out and closing the door behind them, Mark turned to Beomgyu with a confused look on his face. ‘’Where are you going?’’
‘’I’m gonna go and jerk off, Y/N is hot.’’ Beomgyu mumbled before walking towards his room, leaving a confused Mark standing alone.
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‘’Dude, stop staring at her like you want to fuck her.’’
Jake was trying to get Sunghoon’s attention, but the latter’s eyes were on you. You weren’t doing anything in particular, you were reading your notes for economics. How did he know? You always used the blue highlighter for your economics notebook.
‘’So what, if I want to fuck her?’’ Sunghoon snapped back at his friend, resting his chin on his palm. He wasn’t lying, he really wanted to fuck you in that moment. You looked even prettier when you were concentrating. It was sexy and turned Sunghoon on even more than he could imagine. ‘’It’s not like I haven’t done it before.’’
‘’Like she’d ever fuck you right now.’’ Jake chuckled, dangling his arm on his friend’s shoulder. Oh Jake, if only he knew what happened behind closed doors… ‘’Hey, do you think she’d say yes, if I asked her out?’’
Sunghoon choked on air after hearing the words coming out from his friend’s mouth. ‘’As if…’’ He commented, acting like he didn’t give a shit. 
But then what was this weird, yet familiar feeling in his stomach? He couldn’t possibly be jealous, right? Suddenly, he felt like he was back in high school, sitting at their lunch table with his friends as Heeseung told him he had a crush on you. Sure, you all were in high school at the time, and he had a different mindset. But then Sunghoon thought of you; the way that, even though it was through different needs, you talked to him, shared yourself with him again. And, frankly, he cherished all of that, even if his pride was too fragile to admit it. ‘’But if you want to go on and ask her out, nobody’s going to stop you.’’
‘’Okay, let’s say she agreed and we started dating, wouldn’t it be weird for the both of you? You’re not the best pair of friends and we basically need to separate you two whenever you’re in the same room. And also, not to remind you but you’ve been fucking like rabbits ever since we found out.’’ Jake chuckled. ‘’Dude, you’re my best friend. I might have a small crush on her, but if it makes you uncomfortable, I wouldn’t go near her and you know, since you guys have some history together-‘’
‘’We don’t have shit.’’ Sunghoon muttered, his eyes catching your figure once again. ‘’We never did. It’s just sex.’’
Sunghoon smiled when he saw Beomgyu, Mark and his girlfriend get into the frame and sit down next to you, your frown turning into a bright smile immediately as you hit Mark’s arm and messed with Beomgyu’s hair. He really wished that one day you’d be comfortable around him like you were with them, like you used to be with him in high school. Sunghoon knew he had fucked up really bad, but deep down he hoped that you’d forgive him one day.
‘’I’m gonna go and sit next to them, you coming?’’ Jake asked, snapping Sunghoon from his thoughts.
“I’ll pass.. I have a lecture in a few minutes anyways.’’ He sighed, watching Jake nod and walk towards you while he got up and started walking to his class. 
Sunghoon’s chest felt tight after seeing your bright smile when Jake sat next to you. It even felt worse when his best friend made you laugh. You barely laughed like that with him. Sunghoon saw you turn around to face him, your eyes meeting for a second before he left. 
‘’Hey guys, I have to go now, I have a lecture soon.’’ You let your friends know after seeing Sunghoon flee. You got up, ready to follow Sunghoon but before you could take a step, Jake held your wrist. 
‘’Y/N? You’re leaving already?’’ Jake questioned. ‘’I was looking forward to chat with you and was wondering if-‘’
‘’Oh Jake, sorry. I have a lecture now. I’m getting late. I’ll talk to you later?’’ You smiled and without waiting for an answer, you were gone, following Sunghoon’s path.
You jogged until you reached him, tapping on his shoulder to get his attention. Sunghoon knew you were right behind him. You didn’t even need to let him know that you arrived. He could easily recognize the scent of your perfume. ‘’Oh, it’s you.’’
‘’Of course it’s me, dumbass. It’s our shared class, remember? We walk together.’’ You reminded him. 
‘’Since when did we become friends?’’ Sunghoon questioned, a small smile forming on his lips. He liked the sound of that. 
‘’Who said we were friends, we’re just walking together.’’ You answered, not really thinking much on it. 
‘’How come you’ve been abnormally nice to me lately?’’ 
‘’What do you mean?’’ 
‘’You just seem nicer than usual.’’
‘’I’ll punch you in the face, if you want.’’ You proposed. 
‘’Wanna fuck instead?’’
The offer made you stop dead in your tracks.
‘’Now? But we have a-‘’
‘’Lecture my ass.’’ Sunghoon said under his breath as he licked his lips. He took your hand in his and dragged you outside to the parking lot. 
It didn’t take you two long to get in the backseat of Sunghoon’s precious car which you used to always joke about, calling it his girlfriend every single time you were in it. Sex in Sunghoon’s car was a rare occurrence, it only happened when both of you were horny and needed a quick release. Sunghoon had already slid his pants along with his boxers and helped you take off your pants, getting into a comfortable position with you on top of him. He pushed your panties aside, feeling how wet you were.
‘’You’re soaking babe, I’m not even surprised at this point.’’ He placed a kiss on your chin. ‘’You ready?’’
‘’Less talking, more kissing,’’ You muttered, cupping his face and bringing his lips to yours. You were starting to enjoy kissing Sunghoon’s pretty pink lips more than you should have. Given the chance, you were sure you could kiss him for hours.
Sunghoon put on a condom while you were busy kissing his neck, helping you raise your hips enough for him to slide in, stretching your walls and filling you up. Sunghoon loved watching himself get lost inside you. It made his cock twitch every single time. You whimpered next to his ear, biting his earlobe to suppress yourself as you commenced to rock your hips back and forth. Sunghoon’s hands were on your ass, helping you move at a steady rhythm.
‘’I fucked you hundreds of times, how the fuck are you still so tight?’’ He moaned, hands giving your ass cheeks a tight squeeze.
‘’It turns outt you haven’t been fucking me good enough,’’ You smirked at him, earning yourself a hard spank on your butt.
‘’Don’t tempt me.’’
‘’Fuck you.’’
‘’You’re doing it right now, princess.’’ Sunghoon chuckled, throwing his head back.
You slipped your hands under his shirt, feeling his abs on your fingertips as you went up and down his cock, trying to pleasure yourself. ‘’Look at you, using me as a toy to make yourself cum, such a slut.’’
‘’I’m your slut though.’’ You mewled, hiding your face in the crook of his neck.
‘’Fuck yes, you are.’’ Sunghoon gulped, placing a kiss on top of your head.
The feeling of your walls sucking his dick in was getting harder to handle as time passed. You were moving like a goddess on his dick, even just the sight was enough to make him cum. ‘’I’m not gonna last long, keep moving your cute ass.’’
‘’So you finally admit that I have a cute ass?’’
‘’I’m not very fond of you but I love your ass.’’ Sunghoon revealed, moving your hips a bit rougher, chasing both of your orgasms.
‘’Hmm, I’m gonna cum too, your dick feels so good. Shit-’’ You mumbled, the tip of his dick brushing against right spots inside of you, not giving you another choice but to release on his cock. You came, holding Sunghoon as close to you as possible, crying out his name. He followed you right after, your walls squeezing him was too much, he felt like he was on cloud nine. He closed his eyes and let go, releasing into the condom.
When he opened his eyes, his breath hitched in his throat. The sunlight looked even prettier when it hit your skin, making the sweat on your neck look shiny. Of course, you looked sexy, it wasn’t debatable. But there was something about you, being able to see you in this state, that made Sunghoon go berserk. He adored it and it scared him so fucking much. It scared him because he knew, deep down in his heart, that this was a one way ticket. He knew the flames would emerge when he blew on the sparks. He didn’t know what this feeling was inside his body, but it made his hands tremble when he caught a glimpse of you. You made his heart beat faster, not from hate, but from pure love and adoration he felt towards you. That was when he accepted defeat.
Sunghoon’s mind had lost the war against his heart. And fuck, he felt so stupid, falling for someone who could never feel the same way about him. You were hurting him without knowing anything. He didn’t blame you though. He knew of the damage he had caused all those years ago, so why would you love him in the first place.It was his own mistake. He had to push you away like he had always done. It was for your own good.
He was too deep in his thoughts, he didn’t even realize you were already dressed, waiting for him. He quickly got rid of the condom and zipped his pants up. He knew you were waiting for him to take you home and continue everything there, but Sungoon couldn’t get himself to do that.
‘’Get out.’’ He whispered, trying to sound as stern as possible.
‘’What?’’ You asked, raising your eyebrows. ‘’I don’t think I heard you clearly.’’
‘’You heard me, get out. Go back to class. I’m going back to the frat.’’ Sunghoon climbed into the driver’s seat.
‘’But I want to come too.’’ 
‘’I don’t want you to.’’
‘’Oh- A-Alright.’’ You stammered, biting the inside of your cheek.  ‘’Will I see you tonight?’’
‘’No, I’m busy.’’
‘’Tomorrow?’’
‘’I don’t know, Y/N, I have to go now. Can you get out?’’
‘’Whatever, dickhead.’’ You fumed, slamming the door of the car as you stepped out as you tried hard to keep your tears falling from your eyes.
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Everything started to go downhill after that day. 
You thought Sunghoon would go back to normal after a while, but he was not replying to your calls or texts, which went on for three days. You were worried about him and sincerely thought something bad had happened. But when you talked to Jake, he told you Sunghoon had been at the frat the whole time. You were enraged after hearing that. Who was he to ignore you, but then call you over when he felt like it?
You wanted to scream at the boy and maybe pick up a fight, so you made your way to the frat, as usual. Even if he wasn’t there by the time you arrived, you’d just hang out with Beomgyu. When you entered the frat house you came face to face with a person you didn’t expect to see.
‘’Heeseung?’’ You stammered, taking in the sight in front of you. He hadn’t changed a single bit except for his hair—it was a bright color of pink now.
‘’Y/N? Is that really you?’’ Joy was clearly audible in Heeseung’s voice when he spoke. ‘’It’s been so long! 4 years? Wow- You look amazing.’’ He complimented you, heat rising up to your cheeks. 
‘’So do you! I see you changed your hair.’’ You commented. He still looked as handsome as ever. He had a more mature vibe, and looked like he aged like fine wine. 
‘’I keep changing it now and then, it gets boring when I stick to something for too long.’’ He explained, bringing his hair up to his cotton candy colored hair. ‘’This must be fate, I was just thinking about you the other day.’’
Your breath hitched in your throat when you heard his words. ‘’Me? Why?’’
‘’We didn’t-’’
‘’Heeseung? Where did- Y/N, what are you doing here?’’ Sunghoon inquired, getting between you and his taller friend.
‘’I came to check up on you since you haven’t been answering my texts, I had to call Jake-’’
‘’Okay you saw me, now you can leave.’’ He sounded like he didn’t want to do anything with you. 
‘’Oh- Am I interrupting something? You guys are dating?’’ Heeseung asked, not having a single clue.
‘’No!’’ Both you and Sunghoon shouted at the same time, making Heeseung raise his arms in defense. 
‘’I’ll just go back to your room, Hoon.’’ Heeseung let his friend know. ‘’I hope you guys figure out what’s between you two.’’
After Heeseung went back upstairs, Sunghoon grabbed your arm and dragged you to the porch where you could talk without anybody trying to eavesdrop.
‘’What the fuck Sunghoon? What is wrong with you?’’ You slapped his hand away from your arm. You hated how his skin felt against yours when he was acting like a dick for no reason. ‘’Do you know how worried I was? It’s not fucking hard to send a text back.’’
‘’It’s not your job to know where I am, or what I’m doing. Why the fuck are you so pressed on it?’’ He let out a sigh. 
‘’You’ve been acting like a different person these past few days, what’s going on?’’ You really needed an answer because you didn’t think you had energy to deal with Sunghoon’s bullshit anymore. 
‘’Different person? Y/N, you don’t even know me.’’ Sunghoon scoffed, knitting his eyebrows.  
‘’I don’t know you? Sunghoon we grew up together, I know you better than anybody else. Even if you don’t want to admit, this is the truth!’’ You continued, your hands starting to tremble from anger.
He let out an annoyed chuckle, pressing his lips together. ‘’You’re playing with yourself, if you still think I’m the same guy from middle school.’’
‘’Can you at least tell me what’s on your mind?’’ You begged him to talk and figure everything out but he was persistent on not listening to you.
‘’That’s none of your business.’’ He threw you a fake smile. ‘’Now would you mind leaving?’’
‘’Sunghoon, we’re friends, why do you keep pushing me away? Is it because-’’ 
‘’We are not friends, Y/N. Friends don’t send each other pictures like that, friends don’t sext, friends don’t hold each other close at night, friends don’t give each other hickies, friends don’t kiss, friends don’t get each other wet, friends don’t fuck.’’ He stormed with angry eyes. ‘’So no, we aren’t friends.’’
Sunghoon’s words cut through you like a knife. He just stared at your face with zero emotion in his eyes. You were hurt. It was that silent between you two that you could easily hear the sound of your heart breaking. 
‘’Congrats, Park Sunghoon. You made the impossible possible, you just made me hate you even more than before. You can go fuck yourself because this-’’ You moved your finger in between your bodies. ‘’’Whatever the fuck this is, it’s over.’’
He didn’t do anything, not moving a single muscle. He just watched you walk away. When you were out of his sight, he rubbed his temples. His head was aching since you had stepped into the frat. He got inside and went back to his room where Heeseung was waiting.
‘’You never told me you were back to being friends with Y/N again. The last time I checked, she wanted to kill you.’’ The older boy commented when his friend entered the room. 
‘’She still wants to kill me, nothing has changed.’’ Sunghoon replied, throwing himself on the bed, somehow feeling heavier. 
‘’If nothing has changed, perhaps you still have feelings for her?’’ Heeseung snickered, making Sunghoon sit straight.
‘’What the fuck Heeseung? That was back in high school, why are you bringing it up right now?’’ Sunghoon barked, his shoulders getting tense.
‘’If you don’t like her, why are you getting so defensive?’’ Heeseung revealed. ‘’You were like this back in high school too, making up rumors just for her not to get with me. You’re still the same sick guy.’’
‘’I was a kid back then-’’
‘’You were 18, you knew what you were doing but still went for it.’’ 
‘’And you believed it like the dumbass you were.’’
‘’You’re so in love with her.’’ 
‘’I’m not.’’ Sunghoon denied, trying to control his anger. 
‘’You’ve never stopped loving her, you entered the same college as her to fix things, but look at where you are. After 3 years, you haven’t progressed, you’re still behind the start line.’’ Heeseung confronted his old friend.
Somebody needed to open Sunghoon’s eyes, and Heeseung had taken the task upon himself. ‘’You’re hurting yourself along with her. Why can’t you just admit it that you’re crazy about her?’’
‘’What do you expect me to do? She fucking hates me.’’ Sunghoon yelled. 
‘’And she has an acceptable reason. But you’re not doing anything to fix it. Stop pushing her away or you’re going to regret it.’’
‘’Do you think I don’t regret it now?’’
‘’Park Sunghoon, you’re the most dense person I’ve ever met, you’re not even trying.’’
Sunghoon picked at his nails, something he did when he felt stuck between four walls.
‘’Did you… Did you ever get in contact with her after high school?’’ Sunghoon asked with a quiet voice.
‘’I wanted to, but I knew it wouldn’t do us any good. It wasn’t your fault though, if you’re wondering. I was dumb and acted based on my feelings. It was for the best, if I just forgot her.’’ Heeseung told his friend with a sad smile. 
‘’I’m sorry I ruined everything.’’ Sunghoon apologized. Better late than never, right?
‘’Yeah, you’re an asshat, but you’re also my best friend. We talked about it back then, no need to bring it back up now.’’ Heeseung sighed and turned to face his friend. ‘’But I’m going to ask you for a favor.’’
‘’What is it?’’ 
‘’Stop lying to yourself.’’ Heeseung requested. 
After Heeseung left, Sunghoon stayed up all night. The days were following into mid spring, so it was warm, but the nape of his neck had never before felt colder. He sighed deeply for the nth time, before closing his eyes, fingers of the hand under his head tangled inside his messy hair.
When was the first time he realized he was in love with you?
It might have been the time you guys were at Jay’s pool party in junior year, he thought. He still remembered the sour taste of the lemonade Jay had made, and how you had been the only one not complaining about it. He scoffed at the memory of you throwing a coin to the pool for them to find.. He also reminisced about the way you had begged the boys to leave you alone while they had tried to pick you up and throw you into the pool. From all the people surrounding him that day, from all the shouting, his ears had picked up your laugh only.
Sunghoon found himself smiling, your smile coming to his vision when he closed his eyes. He thought the way the light reflected from the pool had made your hair look extra pretty that time. And a slight giggle escaped him at the memory of jumping in to ‘save’ you when the boys had finally thrown you into the water. Or maybe it was the time you had  made tons of flashcards for him to study, staying up with him all night, teaching him everything for the exam. You had put so much effort into it, cutting the cards evenly, organizing them by topic. But he was too busy staring at you, thinking about how adorable you looked with messy hair and glasses. It was probably the reason why he had failed the exam the next day. Looking back on it, he felt more guilty as he remembered how much you yawned after a certain hour, but kept going to help him.
Also there was the time he had caught you looking at Heeseung, a sight  which made his heart break into millions of pieces. You looked at Heeseung with so much adoration and love, Sunghoon would’ve done anything to be in his friend’s place. He was a bit angry though, why didn’t Heeseung look at you back the same way? Did he not notice the way your eyes were filled with glimmer? Did he not hear the skip in the beat of your heart whenever he talked with you? You deserved so much more, but it seemed like Heeseung didn’t care about you at all. Sunghoon didn’t want you to be sad over someone who didn’t deserve you in the first place.
When you stopped talking to him altogether, you took a part of his heart with you. Sunghoon was convinced you were never going to speak to him again until that one day when you came to the frat house and started bickering. All of his feelings for you re-emerged and he thought that if this was the only way to talk to you and bring you back into his life, he had to do it.
At first he didn’t think much on his feelings towards you, but after the second time you had sex, he just knew they were coming back and he was afraid. Sunghoon wanted to protect you from himself, but you kept coming back to him, making everything harder. He knew that he was bad news. But now, it seemed he had finally distanced himself enough. It was better this way for you both though, everything between you two ending before you caught feelings, Sunghoon thought.
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‘’Y/N, stop acting like you just got divorced and come out of your bed.’’ Beomgyu insisted, flipping the covers off of you, but you took them out of his hands and went back to hiding under them. ‘’Why don’t you just go and talk to Sunghoon?’’
‘’This is not about Sunghoon!’’ You faked a cough. ‘’I’m sick.’’
‘’Sure you are.’’ Mark rolled his eyes, sitting on the edge of your bed. ‘’If you’re sick, Sunghoon’s sick too. He hasn’t left his room since the day you came by either.’’
‘’That’s none of my business.’’ Your lips trembled as you talked. ‘’We’re not friends anyways. He’s a fuck face.’’
‘’Y/N, you know that we’re your friends, right?’’ Beomgyu started, trying to be the thoughtful friend he was. ‘’Is there something you want to tell us?’’
‘’Dude- She’s not getting fucked on the regular, that’s the problem.’’ Mark stated, making Beomgyu smack his shoulder. It was really not the right time to make sex jokes. 
‘’You can’t just- Mark, shut up.’’ The taller boy sighed, covering his face with his hands. 
‘’Nothing happened. Like I said, I’m just sick.’’ You spoke firmly, burying yourself in your bed even more.
‘’Will you be alright on your own?’’ Beomgyu worried. It was a rare sight for you to see your two closest friends being serious. He didn’t really want to leave you by yourself but on the other hand, maybe you did really need some time off. In addition, Mark’s remarks weren’t helping you out. 
‘’I’m fine, don’t worry. You guys can go.’’ You reassured them. 
‘’Okay then, c’mon Mark.’’ The younger boy got up, grabbing Mark’s arm and dragging him along so you’d have some space for yourself. 
‘’Beomgyu, you don’t know anything about girls! When they say ‘I’m fine’, they’re actually not!’’ You heard Mark’s voice as Beomgyu dragged him out, chuckling to yourself.
‘’You asshole, you think I don’t know that? It’s obvious she needs some time to herself to figure things out. You’re a fucking idiot, Mark Lee.’’ Beomgyu shook his head. He wanted to hit Mark even more. ‘’I still wonder how you got a girlfriend.’’ Beomgyu voiced out before they got out and closed the door behind them, leaving you alone.
Beomgyu was right, you had things to figure out, but you weren’t sure if you could do it by yourself—maybe you needed a little push. And there was only one person in this world, who could help you with it. You pushed the covers away, grabbing your phone from your table and dialing the familiar number. It didn’t take him long to pick up your call, sounding cheerful as usual.
‘’Hey, my beautiful dearest lovely friend.’’ His lovely voice came from the other end of the line.
‘’Hi, Soobin.’’ You greeted him with a tired voice, smiling to yourself when you heard his voice. 
‘’Uh-Oh, what’s wrong? Where’s the bubbly Y/N I know?’’ The tone of his voice changed when heard your voice on the other line. 
‘’Would you be mad, if there was something important going on with my life but I had been too scared to tell you because I didn’t know how you would react?’’ You blurted out, biting your lip. 
‘’It depends, what’s going on?’’ Soobin asked curiously. 
‘’I’ve been fucking Sunghoon.’’ You confessed right away, not finding a reason not to. 
‘’Oh sweet- Wait, which Sunghoon? Park Sunghoon?!’’ Soobin gasped on the other end of the line. ‘’Y/N! You’re a bitch! I’m supposed to your best friend and you didn’t bother telling me you’ve been fucking the guy who turned your life upside down?!’’ He yelled at you over the phone.
‘’Am I not allowed to have a private life?!’’ You fought back.
‘’Not when you’re friends with me!’’ Soobin clapped back. ‘’Okay, enough shouting. I guess something went wrong between you and him, since you called me.’’
You bit the inside of your cheek anxiously, not knowing the right words to use. ‘’We had a fight the other day because he was acting like an ass and I ended things.’’
‘’And?’’
‘’I don’t know why I’m hurting so much when there is nothing to end, actually,’’ You confessed, earning a sigh from Soobin.  
‘’Oh, my poor, clueless Y/N… You’ve been hanging around with that Mark kid too much, you’re starting to become as oblivious as him.’’ He clicked his tongue. Even Soobin found a way to bring Mark into random situations. 
‘’What does that even mean?!’’ You defended yourself.
‘’Tell me about your non-existent relationship with Sunghoon, will you?’’ He encouraged you, waiting patiently for you to tell him everything. 
‘’You want to hear about how he fucked me so you could jerk off to that? Soobin-’’
‘’EW! No, you fucker, I want to hear the details about- I don’t know, what the fuck you two did when you were not sucking his dick.’’ He specified.
‘’We fought a lot.’’ You chuckled, remembering the times you and Sunghoon started screaming at each other for the smallest things. ‘’But when it was just the two of us alone in one room, mostly after-’’
‘’I don’t want to hear that.’’ He cut you off with a stern voice.
‘’Shut up and let me finish. After sex, we’d always stay over. Sounds weird, right? People who keep these strictly sex-based relationships wouldn’t do something like that, they’d just get dressed and leave, but neither of us would. We had these weird talks, it was somehow intimate, nothing got out of that room. We kept it to ourselves.’’ You revealed, scratching your nose. ‘’We always texted each other, no matter where and when, it was mostlynasty things, but he always put a smile on my face with his stupid comments.’’
You chuckled at the memories. ‘’He held me close before we’d fall asleep, stroked my hair, sometimes hummed a song, and let me kiss him. I’m just realizing how different he was behind closed doors, like he was back to being his sixteen year old self. Caring and loving, not like the Sunghoon you know. He was back at being my Sunghoon.’’
Your Sunghoon. It felt like an eternity since you last called him that. You had never stopped wondering what went wrong between the two of you. It was more than just a close friend’s betrayal, there was a backstory that you could never figure out. It was funny, how you still craved his gentle touch and his lips on your skin. After what you had gone through, why was he still stuck in your mind? He was tattooed there, as well as engraved on your heart.
‘’Earth to Y/N? You still there?’’ Soobin’s voice snapped you back to reality.
‘’Y-Yeah, I was just thinking-’’
‘’Thinking about how you fell in love with Sunghoon?’’
‘’Well, now you’re just attacking me.’’
‘’You’ve never watched a rom-com, right? It always ends up with one side—or both sides, if you’re lucky enough—falling in love. And in this situation it’s you and maybe Sunghoon-’’
‘’He’s not.’’ You cut him off, a drop of tear sliding down your cheek. ‘’There’s no way he sees me like that, he fucking despises me.’’
And then there was silence, a long one.
‘’I’m sorry Y/N, I wish I was there to hold you.’’ Soobin whispered. Hearing his best friend go through all this again because of the same stupid boy made him both sad and angry; you didn’t deserve any of it.
‘’It’s okay—I’m used to it anyways.’’ You sniffled. ‘’You know you’re the best, right?’’
‘’Of course I’m the best, but you’re a runner up.’’ He mentioned, making you giggle. 
‘’I love you.’’ 
‘’Ew, stop being disgusting and save that for Sunghoon.’’ Soobin gagged, making you laugh.
‘’Why can’t I have one normal friend, is it too much to ask for..?’’ 
‘’If you had normal friends, your life wouldn’t be as fun as it is now.’’ Soobin was right, he was always right. Your crazy friends made everything better. 
‘’You got a point. Now, if you excuse me, I need to go back into my cave and drown myself with Netflix.’’ You said, making Soobin protest. 
‘’You’re such a loser. Wear something sexy, take those two idiots you call your friends out with you and have some fucking fun! Being in your bed the whole day won’t make Sunghoon come to you.’’ Soobin noted and, well, once again he was right. ‘’Go out and have a drink.’’
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‘’To be honest, I was a bit shocked when I saw your caller ID, but it put a smile on my face. I’ve been wanting to catch up with you since the day we bumped into each other.’’ Heeseung mentioned after the two of you took a seat in a restaurant near your place.
To your luck, neither Beomgyu nor Mark was free that night and since you didn’t have that many friends, only one person had popped into your mind.
‘’Ah, me too. I thought you were going to study in the States. What made you change that?’’ You asked. It was something you had always wondered.
Heeseung still had a special place in your heart. Despite the fact your friendship had come to an end in the worst way possible, it didn’t mean you no longer cared about him. And also, everything could still be fixed. You weren’t sure about yours and Sunghoon’s relationship though, and you hated how even the most simple things reminded you of him.
‘’I got dance scholarship here.’’ Heeseung answered your question with a wide smile. He had always been into dancing. Back in high school, he was the captain of the dance team while Sungnhoon did ice skating professionally. Ah, once again, your mind drifted to Sunghoon. You frowned, looking down at the empty plate in front of you.
‘’You okay, Y/N?’’ Heeseung asked, concerned. 
‘’O-Oh yeah, don’t worry. It’s nothing.’’ You lied, putting a fake smile on your face.
‘’I know we haven’t talked or seen each other for a long time, but I can easily understand when something is wrong. Tell me what’s on your pretty mind.’’’ Heeseung pointed out, and he was right. ‘’Is it Sunghoon?’’ The way you chose to stay silent after hearing the other boy’s name was the answer Heeseung looked for. ‘’Of course, it’s him.’’ 
‘’Can we not talk about him?’’ You almost begged, wanting to have a nice dinner in peace with an old friend.
‘’Even if we don’t talk about him openly, I know you’ll be thinking of him.’’
‘’Is it a bad thing?’’ You couldn’t find the courage to look at your old friend.
‘’Never, it shows you’ve never changed since high school.’’ Heeseung threw you a warm smile. ‘’You always lived in your own world. You hid your feelings from everyone, never really voiced out your opinion… but I see, you’ve also learned how to stand up for yourself.’’
‘’Things would be much easier, if we were still in high school.’’ You muttered, taking a sip of your wine.
‘’Are you sure about that? I think it’d be more complicated since both me and Sunghoon had a crush on you.’’ Heeseung chuckled at his own confession.
His revelation made you choke on the drink you were having. You just stared at Heeseung before you opened your mouth to speak again. ‘’What?!’’
‘’Oh shit- You didn’t know? I thought Sunghoon had told you about it. Guess he didn’t…’’ Heeseung scratched the nape of his neck, feeling like he slipped his friend’s secret. 
‘’I had no idea- I had a crush on you too.’’ 
‘’I knew that. Sunghoon told me weeks after we drifted away, but it was too late. I was a really stupid 18 year old, wasn’t I?’’ Heeseung let out a sad chuckle. 
‘’I had no idea Sunghoon had feelings for me back then… If he liked me, why did he make up all those stupid rumors and tell you and Jay about it?’’
‘’Do you really need an answer for that? He was a stupid teenager in love. He would have done anything to make you his. He acted without thinking, which made everything worse.’’ Heeseung shrugged, after all these years he could only excuse his actions in this way. 
You nodded in agreement, but there were still hundreds of questions in your head. If  Sunghoon didn’t hate you at all, why did he keep pushing you away like you were some kind of old toy?
After eating dinner and walking around a little, Heeseung dropped you off in front of your apartment and you promised to keep in contact with each other. You were happy to have your childhood friend back in your life, but even if it seemed like a win, you were still losing.
You made your way up the stairs and walked with slow steps. You were tired mentally and it affected you physically too. When you finally stood in front of your doorway, you saw a face you hadn’t expected  to see, a face which made your blood boil.
‘’What are you doing here?’’ You tried to sound as calm as possible, you didn’t want to cause unnecessary drama.
‘’Can we talk?’’ Sunghoon pleaded, stepping closer to you as you took a step away from him. ‘’Y/N, please.’’
‘’You can’t just fuck my life over more than once and come back in it like nothing happened.’’ You tried to hold back your tears. ‘’I’m so sick of you pushing me away like I don’t mean anything to you.’’
‘’I’m an idiot.’’ 
‘’Yeah, you’re an idiot.’’ You pushed him away to unlock your door, getting inside. ‘’That has been established.’’
You left the door open for Sunghoon to get inside. You knew no matter how hard you tried, he wouldn’t leave. And, just as you had predicted, he didn’t hesitate to take the silent invitation,  closing the door behind himself.
‘’Your smile is the prettiest smile I’ve ever seen.’’ Sunghoon  started off randomly, making you turn around and look at him. ‘’There’s something about it, it’s special. I can’t ever find other people’s smiles attractive or nice in the slightest, it’s just your smile that is perfect. When I go through hardships, your smile becomes the sun that leads me.’’ He stopped, only to quickly open his mouth again. ‘’I just enjoy you, I like talking to you—even if we get on each other’s nerves a lot. I like looking at you, especially in the morning when your hair is messy. I like being around you, even if you hate my guts and tell me to fuck off.”
His gaze never left yours as he spoke, pain hiding behind his eyes. You didn’t want to hear the rest of his monologue because you knew that once you heard out what he was going to say, you wouldn’t be able to tell him to leave you alone. 
“It kills me to imagine you with anyone else. I’m so in love with you. Everytime I see you or hear your voice I get butterflies in my stomach, my hands start to tremble. The first time I met you, I had no damn idea I’d love you this much. You make me go insane. I know we don’t have the best relationship, but even when we’re mean to each other and sometimes you want to talk like you want to kill me, I’m the happiest I’ve ever been because of you and nothing could ever change that.’’
Sunghoon shoved his hair back away from his face, giving you a clear view of his eyes. ‘’If you want me to leave and never come back in your life, I’ll do that. You’ll never see me again. I’ll just vanish. I have hurt you more than I could imagine and I’ll understand if you tell me to fuck off, but know one thing that, physically and emotionally, you’re the only one that I want.’’ 
You wanted to open your mouth, scream at him, call him nasty names, tell him to leave. You didn’t want to get heartbroken by him again but you just stood there frozen as you stared at each other. 
No words were spoken.
Just silence. 
‘’Park Sunghoon.’’ You started, breaking the silence as you got back all of his attention. ‘’There are still too many songs I want to fuck you to.’’ You stepped closer to him, grabbing him by the waist when he least expected before bringing your lips on his.
It was something Sunghoon wasn’t ready for. He thought you’d reject him, tell him that you never wanted to see his face again, but instead here you were, kissing him with your hands on his body. After coming back to his senses, he wrapped his arms around you and kissed you back with all the power he got.
The kiss started off slow and sensual, Sunghoon treated you like you were made out of glass. He was scared to touch you, something he had never done prior. He was delicate, a side you’d never seen before. On the other hand, you got reminded of how much you had missed his pretty lips against yours. You slipped your hands under his t-shirt, feeling his abs under your fingertips, grabbing his skin and pulling him closer. You didn’t want to leave any space between your bodies. You ached being closer to him. Maybe, for the very first time, your kisses weren’t full of lust but pure love and adoration for each other.
You tugged at the hem of his shirt, signaling him to take it off, making him pull away for a second. He stared into your eyes with a soft gaze.
‘’I need to hear you say it before we move on.’’ He begged, bringing his hands to cup your face. 
‘’I’m in love with you Park Sunghoon.’’ You breathed out, wanting to kiss him more and more. ‘’I need you.’’ You mewled, before kissing his neck, aching to feel him somehow.
‘’Say it again.’’ Sunghoon insisted, dragging his hands all over your body until they stopped at your waist. 
‘’I need you.’’ You told him again, before capturing his lips once more.
He undressed you slowly, taking in the sight, before getting rid of his own clothes, leaving only his boxers on. You were truly the most beautiful person he had ever laid eyes on, not a single thought had changed since the time he had realized his true feelings for you. He hated himself so fucking much for having hurt you, and the only thing he knew in that moment was to make everything up to you. 
His touches were burning on your skin, he didn’t leave a single place untraced as his hands roamed all over your bare body. He slowly pushed you down on the couch and got on top of you, never breaking the kiss. He kissed down your jawline to your neck, leaving marks of love with every touch. Wherever his lips went, a tingling sensation seemed to follow. Your heart started to beat faster with every kiss he left on your body, making you fall in love with him even more. Never in a million years would you have expected to see yourself tangled with Sunghoon’s body like this, but now it was the only thing you craved.
He unclasped your bra before placing his lips on your right nipple as he massaged the other one delicately, flicking his tongue before sucking on it. You wrapped your legs around his torso, grinding against his crotch to get some friction, making him moan against your breast. Sunghoon was already hard from that one specific moment where you kissed him with so much passion. It was getting unbearable for him as time passed, but he had to endure it since he wanted to take his time with you, to show you how much he loved you.
He kissed down to your tummy, stopping when he came into contact with your underwear, pulling away from your body to take it off slowly. You were fully bare in front of him now and Sunghoon couldn’t help but stare. No matter how many times he had seen you naked, today was the day you looked ethereal. He placed chaste kisses on your sensitive thighs, marking here and there for you to see the next morning when you’d wake up. He moved to your core, his hot breath made you get goosebumps on your skin.
‘’I’ve never been more attracted to another person than I am to you.’’ Sunghoon murmured before dipping his head in between your legs, lickling a stripe from your folds to your clit, making you tangle your fingers in his hair.
He started off slow, giving your clit kitten licks, before sucking on it gently. You were a moaning mess under him within seconds, with every movement of his tongue you grabbed his locks a little bit tighter, pulling them towards you to let him know how good he was making you feel. Sunghoon had always been good with his tongue, working like it was sprinkled with magic. As he started to go a  bit harder on you, your hips jerked towards his mouth, trying to get more pleasure from his tongue. He put his hands on both of your thighs, trying to stop you from moving. Sunghoon could eat you out for the rest of his life, it started to become his pleasure too. Seeing your fucked up face was also another thing; he could do it for hours.
‘’Hoon, it feels so good.’’ You whimpered, throwing your head back. He moaned against your nub, sending vibrations through your spine. ‘’I need your fingers too, please.’’ 
Sunghoon didn’t need to be told twice, before one of his hands left its place on your thigh and found the way to your folds, collecting your wetness with two fingers as his tongue continued to work on you.
Without any heads up, he inserted two fingers in, stretching your walls as you hissed at the sudden contact. Suddenly his lips left your clit and he moved closer to your face. You gave him a confused look, but before you could understand what was happening, he crashed his lips against yours once again, letting you taste yourself as his fingers continued to pump in and out of you, his palm rubbing on your clit.
You pressed your lips Sunghoon’s shoulder, trying to hold back the inhumane noises threatening to come out of your mouth. He started to pick up his speed, his fingers hitting the right spots inside of you with every single movement. He realized how hard your nipples had gotten once again and took one in between his lips, sucking on it like on a lollipop.‘’You’re so good to me, Hoon.’’ You cried out, holding onto his arms tightly.
‘’I want to give you my everything, baby.’’ He mumbled after letting go of your perky nipple, kissing your jawline instead.
Your walls clenched around his long digits, signaling you were getting close to your release. Your breath hitched in your throat when he curled his fingers, applying pressure to that one spot, making your toes curl in pleasure.
‘’I’m close.’’ You whispered, sucking on his earlobe. He pulled away from you to take a look at your face.
‘’I want you to look into my eyes when you cum, can you do that, princess?’’ He asked softly.
‘’I’ll do anything you want.’’ You murmured, your nails digging into the skin of his biceps. Sunghoon stopped moving his fingers when they were deep inside of you, pushing them in and holding his fingertips on your g  spot, putting pressure on it as you came undone. 
He brought you in for a wet kiss when you calmed down, struggling to get out of his boxers, throwing them away somewhere in the room. He sat up, trying to find a comfortable position, before grabbing you by the waist and pulling you closer to him, making you yelp.
‘’Do you know how much I fantasize about fucking you- Wait no, that doesn’t sound right- making love to you on a daily basis?’’ He asked, making your cheeks heat up, in the middle of having sex. Yes, Park Sunghoon had that effect on you. ‘’Aw, is my princess embarrassed?’’ He giggled as you tried to hide your face, hitting his chest with your free hand.
‘’Shut up.’’
‘’You’re so cute, it makes me want to fuck you so hard.’’
‘’What happened to love making?’’
‘’First I’ll make love to you gently, treat you the way you deserve. I want to show you how genuine my feelings are, how much I truly love you.’’ He grabbed his length, giving it a few pumps, before lining it at your entrance. ‘’Then I’m going to fuck you till your throat becomes sore from screaming my name and I won’t stop until my back is covered in scratch marks.’’
With that, he slid into you, filling you up. He held your hand, interlacing your fingers as he pushed all the way in. He hid his face in the crook of your neck, whispering sweet nothings in your ear as he waited for you to adjust to his size. When you gave him the green light, he started moving his hips softly. You moaned out his name when you felt the pleasure hit you, pressing your lips against his to make it more intimate. A kiss full of passion and love, full of everything Sunghoon wanted to give to you—he knew it would mean more than words, he was never good with them.
‘’You feel heavenly, love.’’ He let out a strangled moan, the feeling of your pussy around his cock made it hard for him to express his feelings. ‘’I’m so in love with you.’’
‘’I love you too, baby.’’ You tried to say in between your own moans.
His pace started getting faster with each thrust and you bucked more overwhelming and soon enough, you were getting close to your second release of that night.
No words could have expressed how Sunghoon was feeling. He choked out a moan as your wet walls squeezed around his dick. With every sound you made, he thrusted a bit deeper, sometimes a bit faster, chasing both of your orgasms. Yet he still tried to be sensual and gentle with it all.
‘’Shit- I’m gonna cum. Princess, are you close?’’ He asked, pecking your lips. You whimpered instead of giving him a clear answer, but he got your message. Out of the blue, he flipped you over, making you get on top of him. ‘’Want you to ride me, baby.’’
You didn’t think twice before starting to rock your hips against his crotch, the new position made you feel even better than before. Sunghoon’s eyes watched your figure closely as you fucked yourself on his dick, trying to reach your high. His hand came to grab your breasts, massaging them and playing with your nipples.
‘’Love it when you use me like this.’’ He purred, grabbing your ass cheeks, helping you move on him.
Your movements started to get more sloppy as you got closer to your release, and for Sunghoon, the feeling of you walls squeezing his dick was the final line. He released inside you, painting it with white cum. Unfamiliar curse words left his lips as he jerked his hips and fucked you through his orgasm, helping you reach yours only seconds later. You came, loudly moaning his name, before plopping down on his chest, his dick still inside of you.
Sunghoon swore, when you looked back up at him from his chest after having calmed down from your climax he could’ve easily come for a second time—thank god, he knew how to control himself.
Sunghoon chuckled, running a hand through your messy hair, trying to fix it for you as you smiled innocently at him.
‘’You’re insane.’’ He commented, before placing a kiss on your forehead. ‘’And I’m in love with you.’’
‘’You’ll never stop saying it, will you?’’
‘’Nope, I’m in love with you.’’
‘’I love you too, Sunghoon.’’ You cupped his cheeks, kissing him for the nth time.
‘’You looked so good on top of me, I couldn’t take my eyes off of you.’’ He beamed, playing with the strands of your hair. ‘’I still can’t believe you love me.’’
‘’Yeah, I was pretty surprised too.’’ You snickered.
‘’We won’t stop bickering any time soon, will we?’’ He let out a content sigh. He wouldn’t want to change it anyway.
‘’It’s our thing.’’ You expressed, using Sunghoon’s chest as a pillow as he traced lines on your back, relaxing into his touch.
You lay down in silence, just enjoying each other’s presence. You knew you had a lot to talk about, but for once, you wanted to be in his arms in peace, thinking about nothing but him.
Sunghoon hissed when you moved slightly, forgetting that his member was still inside of you. ‘’Look, if you’re going to continue moving, let me pull out.’’ He joked. ‘’or I’ll get hard again.’’
‘’We can take care of that.’’ You teased him, feeling his length twitch inside of you.
‘’Actually, this was not how I imagined it would be. I really wanted to take you on a date today. You know, I waited on your doorstep for three hours.’’ He scolded you, sounding pretty annoyed at the reason you made him wait. Well, he could’ve called you. ‘’Beomgyu told me you were home, but when I got there you were nowhere to be seen. Where did you go?’’
‘’I was out with Heeseung.’’ You replied. 
‘’I can’t believe you’re talking about Heeseung while my dick is still inside of you.’’ He clicked his tongue. You made him wait because you were with Heeseung, amazing. Even if Sunghoon knew you were his from now on, he still didn’t like the idea of Heeseung taking you out. Plus, it didn’t feel right talking about his best friend when his cock was inside of you.
‘’You asked!’’ You reasoned. 
‘’And I can’t believe that bastard took you on a date before I could.’’ Sunghoon huffed, sounding a bit pissed about the situation. 
‘’Well, if you hadn’t waited years to confess, we would have already been dating now.’’ You pointed out, pinching his sides. 
‘’You weren’t supposed to know that.’’ He shook his shoulders, his cheeks turning red from embarrassment. You poked his single dimple before placing a kiss on his cheek.
‘’It’s not your fault you were a stupid high school boy who lost everything to his ego. The character development is visible though, I’ll give you that.’’ You pondered.
‘’Just try to see it from my perspective.’’
‘’I tried to, but I can’t put my head that far up my ass.’’ You snapped back, satisfied with your response.
‘’It seems like nothing has changed between us.’’ Sunghoon giggled and the sound was like music to your ears, a beautiful melody.
‘’I like the way we are right now Hoon. It seems natural. I wouldn’t want to change that.’’ You confessed, looking straight into his eyes.
‘’Me neither. I love you.’’
‘’Ugh, don’t do that to yourself.’’ You joked. ‘’I love you too.’’ You kissed his jawline, then his neck, sucking a hickey on his white skin.
‘’Stop, you’re gonna get me hard again.’’ Sunghoon whined at your actions. ‘’I wanted to spend the night cuddling, but you’re so horny.’’
‘’Don’t act like you don’t want it. We haven’t seen each other in two weeks. Do you know how depressing that was?’’ 
‘’I’m sorry, I know. Alright then, what my princess wants, she gets. But, like, can we move to the bedroom? Your couch is so small, it’s making my back hurt.” You smiled at Sunghoon’s reasoning. He was right though. Maybe you needed a new couch where both of you could fit easily.
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‘’You guys are fucking gross.’’ Beomgyu threw a pillow at you and Sunghoon when he caught you making out in the middle of the living room. ‘’I wish we could go back to the good old times when the two of you couldn’t stand each other. I’d take that over this any day.’’
‘’Are they sucking each other’s faces off again?’’ Jake came in and took a seat next to Beomgyu. Easy guess, the boy thought. 
‘’It’s happening on a daily basis now, I’m not surprised.’’ Mark commented, plopping down next to you. ‘’I mean, Sunghoon’s room is right upstairs why don’t you just make out there?’’
‘’Oh, we love to annoy you guys.’’ You commented, giving your boyfriend a high five. Both of you had smug smirks on your faces. 
‘’She’s right, it’s more fun like that.’’ Sunghoon added, kissing you on the cheek, before pulling you back on his lap, resting his chin on your shoulder.
‘’Who would’ve thought these two would end up together.’’ Mark asked himself, staring at you and boyfriend with lots of questions in his mind like always. Well, he still couldn’t find any reasonable answers. No matter how much he brainstormed around the idea, he came back empty handed. 
‘’I did.’’ Beomgyu responded, making Mark raise his eyebrows. Beomgyu thought Mark couldn’t be that clueless, could he? Beomgyu knew from day one that you and Sunghoon were going to end up together even if it was months or even years later. 
‘’Me too, it was so obvious.’’ Jake jumped in as well, making Mark two times more confused. 
‘’Oh c’mon! Is it only me who never saw these two idiots ending up together? I’ll just go ask Taehyun and Jeno, they would agree with me.’’ Mark wrinkled his nose, still not believing his friends. 
‘’It’s just you Mark, get over it.’’ Sunghoon rolled his eyes, before turning his attention back to you, peppering kisses down your neck.
You heard Mark whine like a kid who was about to cry.  “Here they go again…”
‘’Mark, just act like they’re not here. You should be used to it by now. It’s been four months.’’ Beomgyu threw a pillow at Mark this time, trying to get him to shut up. ‘’Also, weren’t you going to meet up with your girlfriend?’’
‘’She’s on her way here.’’ He responded excitedly. Nobody understood how Mark ended up being with the girl of dreams but you guessed everyone had different tastes. 
‘’Wow Mark, you’re such a gentleman. You have a car, why didn’t you pick her up?’’ You hit the back of the boy’s head, trying to put some logic in his head. It wouldn’t be surprising if his girlfriend broke up with him the next day.
‘’Shit- Why didn’t I think of that? I really am an asshole.’’ Mark got up, grabbing his coat before storming off. ‘’See you guys tonight or tomorrow! The dinner is happening right?’’
‘’Yeah! Bring your girlfriend too!’’ Sunghoon shouted before Mark left.
‘’Y/N, you’re gonna cook tomorrow, right?’’ Jake asked with hope. 
‘’Yup but I expect a little help from all of you. Especially you, mister.’’ You booped Sunghoon’s nose, making him smile.
‘’Of course, baby. What are you gonna make?’’
‘’My famous Mac n Cheese.’’
‘’You remind me of Mac n Cheese.’’ He mumbled, hiding his face in your neck, taking in your scent.
‘’How so?’’
‘’I love Mac n Cheese.’’
‘’Jake, they’re flirting again and it’s still disgusting!’’ This time it was Beomgyu who was whining.
‘’Didn’t you just say to ignore them?’’ Jake shook his head before getting up and going back to his room, dragging a disgusted Beomgyu with him. ‘’We’ll just leave the two of you alone, but no funny stuff in the living room! You know how mad Yeonjun got when he learned about the kitchen.’’
Sunghoon just nodded at him, waiting for his friend to get out of his sight quickly. ‘’Thank god, they’re gone. We can finally continue.’’ He laid you back down on the couch and started kissing you softly.
‘’Hmph, Sunghoon we have things to talk about!’’ You cooed, pushing him off, then climbing back on his lap, placing a kiss on his cheek. Sunghoon’s frown turned  into a pure smile in seconds. ‘’Have you talked to Jay? Is he coming tomorrow?’’
‘’Yeah he’s going to pick Heeseung up too. What about Soobin? Did he land safely?’’
‘’Yup! His flight landed two hours ago. I’m so happy all of us will be together again. How exciting is that?’’ You beamed, so joyful that all of your close friends from high school would be meeting up after a long time. 
‘’Beautiful.’’ Your boyfriend murmured, placing a strand of hair behind your ear as he stared at your side profile. How the fuck had he gotten so lucky? ‘’What do you want to do for the weekend?’’
‘’Eat tacos.’’ You wooed, clapping your hands in excitement. 
‘’I was thinking of something more romantic.’’
‘’Eat tacos in the rain?’’ 
‘’You’re fucking adorable.’’ He pinched your cheeks, ‘’and adorably fuckable.’’
‘’Why do you always connect everything to sex?!’’ You nagged. 
‘’So what? Sex is cool.’’ Sunghoon defended himself, pulling your figure closer to his own. ‘’It’s even better when it’s with you.’’
‘’Sunghoon, I have something to ask you.’’ You announced, folding your hands on your lap. Time to change the subject. ‘’You know how you’ve been staying at my place most of the time, right? You only come back here to hang out with your friends so-’’
‘’So?’’ He raised one of his eyebrows, curious as to where the conversation was going.
‘’What if you just- you just moved in with me?’’ You blurted out, making Sunghoon squirm like a kid.
‘’Are you being serious right now? This is not a joke?’’ 
‘’It’s not, will you move in with me?’’ You repeated, your heartbeat quickening as you waited for an answer.
You didn’t get an answer but instead, a passionate kiss on your lips. ‘’I’d love to, we could eat tacos and butter cookies everyday.’’ 
‘’Wow, the dream life.’’ You emphasized, chuckling at his reasoning. 
‘’And I’d get to kiss you whenever I want.’’ He spoke with excitement. 
Just then, Jake and Beomgyu came back to grab some drinks. ‘’Boys, I’m moving out’’ Sunghoon dropped the bomb so suddenly, making the other two froze on spot. Well, they weren’t expecting that. 
‘’Does that mean-’’
‘’No more stressing over kitchen sex. God bless.’’ Beomgyu let out a relieved sigh, dropping on his knees to thank not only Jesus but God also. 
‘’You keep forgetting that Mark has a girlfriend and they could continue our legend.’’ You got up from Sunghoon’s lap, walked over to your friend and patted his back.
‘’It’s okay, Mark doesn’t last long anyways.’’ Beomgyu shrugged, getting up from the floor. You wondered how he could say such shameless things casually and on top of that, he made everything coming out from his mouth normal.
‘’We have weird friends.’’ Sunghoon mentioned, following you.
‘’We do.’’ You leaned against his chest, his hands falling on your waist like an instinct. ‘’So you wanna move in next week?’’
‘’That fast?’’ Jake chimed in. ‘’We don’t have enough time to plan a party. Beomgyu, we need to start now.’’ He said in panic. Of course, they would throw a party. They always throw a party. They just needed a logical reason behind it and now Sunghoon’s depart from the frat was enough for them to organize the biggest party of the year. 
‘’I’ll bring the beers…’’ Beomgyu sighed and went into the kitchen to grab a few bottles. 
‘’You guys do that. We have a place to visit.’’ Sunghoon rattled on, confusion visible in your eyes.
You didn’t remember Sunghoon mentioning he had something planned, but regardless, you agreed. You said your goodbyes to the rest of the boys and went out, fingers laced together.
‘’So mister… Where is this place we have to visit?’’ Your curious eyes watched him.
‘’The ice cream parlor down the street.’’ Sunghoon responded, yet once again smiling.
‘’Oooh, is this a date?’’ You teased him, resting your head on his shoulder as you continued walking.
‘’Sorry, I have a girlfriend and she’s so beautiful.’’ He kissed your temple.
‘’You’re such a dumbass, I can’t wait to sleep in your stupid t-shirt and hold you close before falling asleep.’’ 
‘’I can arrange that, if you let me touch your butt.’’
‘’Deal, because I love you.’’ You jumped excitedly and pecked Sunghoon’s cheek.
‘’Ah? Really? Why? What’s wrong with you?’’ 
‘’Hoon, can’t you just say it back once without making fun of me?!’’
‘’It wouldn’t be genuine if I didn’t.” he laughed before turning back to face your pout. ‘’Okay, okay, I’m sorry, I love you and I can’t wait to wake up to your angelic face every morning.’’
‘’You’re such a sweet talker.’’ You observed him as you stood in front of the ice cream shop.
‘’Only to you baby, you’re my home.’’
And he was too, your home.
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Heyyy! Ok so hear me out..can I request a Modern AU! Aegon x Fem! OC fic. The OC is neighbors with Aegon, Helena, Aemond, and Daeron. She’s always had a bit of a crush on Aegon but he’s always too busy drinking, smoking, having sex ( the OC’s and Aegon’s windows are directly across so the OC can see everything going on in Aegons room and even sees him fucking a girl), etc. to notice. So, the OC gravitates towards Helena and becomes Helena’s best friend. There’s also one rule the OC can never date or have sexual relations with any of Helena’s brothers. Years later (cut to Tom Glynn-Carney’s Aegon), the OC and Helena are still best friends but the OC goes to a frat party and sees Aegon, obviously oblivious to her because he sees her as his little sisters weird friend/neighbor but he accidentally OD’s. The OC manages to save him by rushing to him and getting him to a hospital. Aegon wakes up and is majorly thankful. Aegon and the OC start to become friends and then very quickly secretly date. Things get out of hand and the OC gets pregnant, and she has to tell Aegon. Aegon starts freaking out not wanting the responsibility and basically tells her to literally get rid of it. Helena finds out about the pregnancy and starts freaking out and gets super mad at the OC and leaves her. The OC tells Alicent but Alicent is way more forgiving and is shoot to have her first grandchild, and tells the OC that she is always welcome to stay if she wants. The OC feels abandoned and scared, etc. That’s all I have for this idea, it sort of just poured right out of my head lol. If you think of an ending or anything extra for the story please feel free add it, I sort of lost momentum of inspiration behind the idea towards the end ( ass you can see lol).
Aegon Targaryen*Neighbour
Pairing: modern!aegon x f!reader
Word count: 2785
Warnings: sad aegon, drunk aegon, high aegon, substance abuse, addiction, over dose, hospitals, flirty aegon, mentions of sex, mentions of pregnancy, fighting parents (nothing graphic or descriptive), one bed trope, angst
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Your stomach tied itself in knots as your parents’ car stopped behind the moving truck. “Ready to see our new home?” your mum asked but your six-year-old legs were already flinging you out of the car to run up to your new front porch.
“Its huge!” You yelled as you barrelled up to the front door, your dad not far behind with keys in hand so you could run inside to go place dibs on your room.
“I pick the back room!” you called as you ran back down the stairs however your mouth quickly tightened closed when you saw the woman in the doorway. You made your way behind your dad’s leg as he laughed, placing his hand on your head.
“This is our neighbour Alicent sweetheart,”
“Hiya, its nice to meet you,” she smiled before glancing behind her and sighing, “Come inside Aegon. Show our new neighbours what we brought,” You grabbed onto your father tighter however your grip relaxed as the nine-year-old blonde boy walked in with a plate of cookies. “Why don’t you give them to the girl?”
Aegon outstretched the plate to you, and you gladly accepted the wrapped-up treats, “Thank you,” you grinned a toothy smile at the older boy who looked like he was itching to get back to the ball he’d been forced to leave behind to come say hello.
-
Aegon was your first crush however as you grew up you realised how wrong that was. When you were 12 and he 15 you became a little bit obsessed with him however you also experienced your first heart break. Your window was directly opposite from Aegon’s and one night while doing homework you looked up to see him kissing another girl. Sure, you were 12 and he barely knew you apart from you being his little sister’s best friend however you were heart broken still.
It didn’t help that the older you got the dumber he seemed to get. You were privy to all his dirty little secrets because he never remembered to close his blinds when him and his friends all shared three beers or when they passed around their first joint. It got a bit better when he went to college however the summer, he came back you had to race to close your blinds nearly every night when he’d bring a girl over.
By 18 you were completely over your crush and desperate to go to college and get away from Aegon. However, the summer before your first and Aegon’s last year of college you spent a lot of time with Heleana at her house.
Alicent had finally convinced Viserys to add a pool in during the spring and it was nice and ready the day summer break rolled around. In preparation you and Heleana had went swimsuit shopping and had even picked up pool games to play with Daeron who was now 7.
Aemond, who was 19, returned the day before Aegon and greeted you with a warm hug and an offer to fetch you a shirt, “That thing barely covers you,” he rolled his eyes as all four of you tested out the pool.
“Perv much?” you joked as you relaxed into the water as Heleana cannonballed in for the seventh time.
“Stay back Aem,” Heleana said as she swam to your side, flinging her arm over your shoulder, “She’s mine,”
You laughed at her joke, even playing into it as you always did, but Aemond scoff, “Don’t worry about me. Its Aegon your gonna have to worry about,”
“Yeah right,” you scoffed back, “he barely knows I exist,”
Heleana rolled her eyes at both of you, “Yeah right. Besides I already told her that if she gets with either of you, I will murder you both,”
You laughed at her, but Aemond decided to swim up to your side to annoy her more, “But what if she’s my one true love?” he dramatically swooned back but you decided to take it a step further and push him back into the water. Aemond came floundering back to the surface with a scowl as you both cackled, “I take it back. You can keep her,”
-
However, what you didn’t realise was Aegon decided to come home a day early and as you and Aemond were sat at the side of the pool, exhausted and wet, watching Daeron to make sure he didn’t drown Aegon was watching you through the kitchen window.
“Holy fuck,” he murmured when he saw you in your bikini, something he didn’t think you even owned. Then again, he also didn’t know that you had a figure apparently cause right now all he could think was oh damn and to make a mental note to burn all your sweatshirts.
However, Heleana had just decided to go to the kitchen for juice when she saw her brothers’ stares. “Oh, hell no,” she snapped, swatting at her brother’s shoulder.
“Hey! The fuck?”
“You are not fucking my friend- “
“I wasn’t going to- “
“Uhuh, keep it that way,” she scowled as she grabbed the jug of juice Alicent had prepared for you all, “I swear to god Aegon if you even try anything I will kill you. kill you dead.”
-
That summer was a newfound torture for Aegon. Seeing you at his house near every day in a bathing suit was a sick twisted punishment from god. Especially since even when you weren’t there you were lounging in your room in a tank top and shorts with the window cracked open. In a way it was payback it was just a shame you never caught his stares.
-
When college rolled around, he thought he was saved but that was until he saw you around campus. Yep, just both of your luck. While you did your best to look the other way anytime you saw him the longer, he saw you around campus the harder it was for him not to stare. Glow up didn’t even describe the change you had. He was mesmerised. So, in typical Aegon fashion he decided to dive into a bottle blondes’ bed and close his eyes pretending it was you on their knees in front of him.
-
One night you decided to kick back and relax. you had just handed in your last assignment before winter break and thought your first frat party would be a great way to celebrate. You and Sansa, your roommate, got all dolled up and headed to her older brother’s frat, Sansa figured it meant at least this way you knew you were both safe since Robb would be there.
The music was already blaring, the drinks flowing like waterfalls, and the dancing was questionable at best. You and Sansa had met up with a couple friends and were half dancing half talking when you felt a strong arm sling its way over your shoulder, “Look who it is!” Aegon slurred in your ear. “My favourite little neighbour,” he said, his drunken hand moving to squish your cheeks.
You pushed him off of you as you turned round while your friends shared a concerned look. Youd never told them you knew the best tight end of the football team after all. “Hey Aegon. You all good?” you asked, eyes squinting when you saw how bloodshot his were.
“Yeah totally,” he said, his eyes searching the room at a million miles an hour, “Hey I was thinking you should- “he started to say, putting his arm around your shoulder again when Robb came over, “Hey man!” he said, leaving your side to bear hug Robb.
“Hey buddy,” Robb said as he pushed Aegon to arms distance, “You are doing, okay?”
“Never better,” Aegon said, his body now swaying. Robb pulled him in, whispering something in his ear with a stern face before helping him to walk towards the stairs.
Sansa looked to you with a disgusted face, “What a riot,” she said, all the girls agreeing with her, “Can’t believe you need to deal with him,”
“Yeah. He’s a good guy though. Deep down I think,” you said, remembering all the time Heleana told you about their parents screaming matches where Aegon would take them into the basement to have a movie night. Or how his father locked him outside after he failed an exam. Hell, you’d seen the sleeping around and drinking get worse ever since Viserys had died five years ago.
Your friends laughing snapped you out of your thoughts. “Ill be back guys,” you said, heading to the stairs to try find him.
As you searched the corridors you knocked on each door and received a “occupied,” called back at you. that was till you got to this door. you knocked but no one replied. Something didn’t feel right though so you knocked again, “Aegon?” you called but there was no response. Something inside you wouldn’t let you leave so you took a deep breath and tried the door handle.
The door slowly crept open, and you felt your skin flush cold, “Aegon!”
-
You weren’t sure why you got in the back of the ambulance or why you stayed at the hospital while the doctors took him back, but you almost cried in relief when they said you could see him. He looked as white as a ghost, his lips dried and cracked, dark red rings around his eyes, as he laid in the hospital bed.
“Aegon?” you whispered, half wondering if he was dead since he defiantly did not look alive.
“Where am I?” he murmured, his eyes struggling to open, “What happened?”
“Careful,” you said, moving to stop him from sitting up. Aegon’s eyes finally opened, and he stared up at you in shock as you sat on the side of his hospital bed, “You’re in the hospital. You had an overdose,” you told him, figuring it was best to tell him sooner than later.
A million thoughts looked like they were buzzing behind his eyes, but he only asked one thing, “Did they call my mom?”
-
Aegon begged you not to tell his family. apparently, he’d deliberately changed his emergency contact to his father’s number when he fell into a coma so that no one would ever receive a call. This of course made you press on how many times things like this happened and you never seen him look so ashamed.
“Let me help you,” you begged, “We can get you into therapy and- “
“I don’t need it- “
“Damn it Aegon!” you snapped, “You’re lying in a hospital bed with tubes coming out of you and you don’t think there’s a fucking problem?” his head dropped, his eyes welling with tears, and you felt your heart drop. You sighed, your own tears building, “I’m sorry Aegon I just-I just worry about you. I want you to be happy and healthy and just- I want you to get better,” you said, reaching for his hand.
Aegon took yours, squeezing it gently but you knew it took way more strength than you could imagine, “Thank you,” he whispered, his voice hoarse and threatening to break, “for coming to find me. If I was you, I wouldn’t have,”
“It’s a good thing you’re not me then,” you joked, and you saw a tiny smile crack onto his lips, “but the only way I won’t tell your family is if you do something about it. otherwise, you’re gonna leave me no choice,”
-
Aegon took your words to heart and with a little push from you and help from the hospital he had a therapist within a couple of weeks. Turns out when he’s not out drinking and whoring, he’s actually a pretty chill guy. You began to hang out and even when you went back home for winter break, he kept texting you nonstop. While Heleana found it weird her brother was suddenly so close with you, she was also just relieved to see him sober.
Still, you tried to take a step back, but you found yourself weirdly missing him. You ended up going back to college together in his car to save your parents the trip and took turns driving. The whole way you were both scream singing Taylor swift or giving dramatic renditions of Lana del ray songs. Then you realised the sun was setting.
“There’s a motel 3 miles up. Do you want to just stop? I hate driving at night,” you said and Aegon agreed before turning cruel summer back up to full blast.
You both grabbed a couple things out the car before heading into the classic movie run down looking hotel. The receptionist was halfway through her cigarette and the whole room screamed the 60s with faded orange polka dot walls. “Hey, can we get two rooms?” Aegon asked as he fished out his credit card.
She tapped her long red nails at the ‘cash only’ sign before turning to the computer as you know both pulled out whatever cash you had. “Sorry Hun we only half one room,”
You felt your cheeks tinge as Aegon awkwardly cleared his throat, “Is it a twin?”
“Nope it’s a double,” she said as she peered over her glasses at you both, “Is that gonna be a problem?”
Aegon glanced at you but the idea of driving any further as your eyes were barely staying open made you grab his cash and slam it on the counter, “We’ll make it work,”
-
The room was as nice as you could expect. Though you did make Aegon triple check it for murderers as you guarded the door. “All safe. So…” he said, words trailing off as he looked at the bed.
You sighed as you dumped your stuff on the ground, “So,” you said as you plopped on the bed.
“I could sleep in the car- “
“Just get in the bed Aegon,” you sighed as you pulled off your trainers, “I mean we’ve known each other for years,”
He nodded but paused for another moment before asking once more, “Are you sure? Cause I get if you want me to sleep on the floor,”
You laughed a little at his words as you finally kicked off your shoes. “Its fine. Promise. I trust you,” you began to take off your jumper when you realised, he hadn’t said anything, “You okay?”
“Yeah,” he said as if snapping out of a daze, “Just can’t think of a time someone said that” he said it like a joke, but you could see in his eyes it wasn’t.
As tempting as it was to make a joke to try lightening the mood you just gave him the best smile you could before excusing yourself to the bathroom to get ready for bed. Aegon went in after you and as he was sorting himself out you took off your bra and jeans and slipped under the sheets in just your shirt.
Aegon came back a couple minutes later as you scrolled your phone. Silently he took off his shirt and you did your best not to stare or even look but it was near impossible. Him slipping under the covers however snapped you out your daze when you felt his almost bare, bar his boxers, legs brush against yours.
You glanced over at him and saw his cheeks tinged a bright pink as he cleared his throat, “You tired?” he asked, staring at the ceiling.
You smiled a little at him. After all it had been you acting like that for years without him ever noticing. “A bit. You?” he just hummed in response. You sighed before rolling onto your side facing him, “Aegon?”
“Yeah?” he replied as he turned to face you, his nose accidentally brushing yours in the process. You could feel his breath fanning your face as his eyes bore into yours. up close you could really see the lilac in them.
You weren’t sure who leaned in first, but you felt his soft lips press against yours as his hands trailed up your sides. Your hands found his white, blonde hair, admiring how soft it was as your mouths mixed. You knew your best friend would kill you if she ever found out but suddenly that didn’t feel important.
-
Dating your best friend’s brother in secret at a university across state was wrong. You knew it, Aegon knew it, if Heleana knew about it, she’d scream it, but you couldn’t stop yourself. Suddenly every waking moment was spent with Aegon. Everything was going perfectly bar the little white lie you kept from Heleana.
That was until the two pink lines showed up in the bathroom.
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Titty Comfort
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pairing: Frat!Tom Holland x Girlfriend!Reader
summary: When Tom can’t fall asleep, he turns to his girlfriend’s breasts for a lot of comfort (Breast play) (lowkey subby tom?)
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“C’mere love, need you closer” Tom whined, his arms wrapped around the woman in his arms, his semi-hardened cock resting against her ass cheeks. “How much closer do you need baby? we’re already spooning naked” Y/n giggled shuffling up against his cock, his hands situated on her warm tits, squeezing and kneading them every so often; coaxing small whines and whimpers from her lips which were currently swollen due to their sleepy, sloppy make out session.
Tom only whined in response, tugging on her perked up and hardened nipples, nuzzling his face into her neck, kissing and licking at the coconut scented flesh. This whole relationship started when Tom had walked into his bedroom during one of their crazy frat parties, to see a sleepy Y/n nuzzling and cuddling herself into his spider-man bedsheets. Granted he didn’t know the girl but he had a sudden urge to protect her, knowing damn well that he would now protect his sacred bedroom with his life due to the sleeping angel right in his bed.
“Oh- oh shit- you must own this room huh?” Y/n shot up, her eyes glazed and lazy, still holding Tom’s pillow in between her arms to hug it dearly. “I- uh got a bit tired and I was told I could take a room by David, who is currently busy eating my friend’s face off” She chuckled explaining why she was suddenly in his bed, of course David the head frat brother would say something like that, inconsiderate arsehole. “O-oh no sure it’s okay, I guess, just a bit shocked love. You can stay” He laughed walking closer, “We can share the bed if you want?” She smiled gleaming up at him, her arms inviting as she opened up the blankets showing a space just for him, who the fuck was this girl?
Well Tom soon found out the day after when he woke up to a (colour) headed girl on his chest, her body still clad in her dress, her legs intertwined with his as she tried to hug herself further into his warm wide chest. His own arms tugged around her too. Her name was Y/n L/n, she was taking a completely different major from him, which explained why he had never seen her before. She was outgoing, confident and not afraid to get things her way. Had he really just slept with (literally) some girl who he found already snoozing in his bed? Yes, yes he did and he wasn’t going to regret it one bit.
Now two months later, the once infamous frat boy on campus had been tied down to the one and only Y/n L/n; whenever they are on campus their hands are permanently intertwined, his head seen to be dipping down and whispering filthy and sweet things in her ears to make her laugh bashfully and hit his chest. With some people even commenting that he had heard him say that he “couldn’t wait to take her ass tonight”
Any chance he’d get he would walk her to her classes, choosing to hold her books and even like right now, missing out on his own frat activities to instead sleepover at her cozy little dorm room. Now decorated with a multitude of their polaroids together on her wall, some being a little inappropriate considering the nudity, but who else was going to see them?
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“You keep tossin’ n’ turnin’ honey, are you feeling alright?” She frowned turning around in his arms, his hands slipping to her waist, her chest flushed against his as he felt her hardened nipples against his skin; Jesus how did he bag someone as gorgeous as her? His lips raining kisses all over her face, feeling her breath quicken and shake each time he got closer to her sweet spot, which already had hickies littering the length of it. “Just feeling a bit restless baby, nothin’ for you to worry about, pretty” He smiled finally kissing her nose, watching it wrinkle adorably in response before she leant in and pressed a featherlight kiss to his pink lips, not one full of lust but one full of adoration and passion for the man right in front of her. The man who showed her what love was, and how to love in such a short amount of time.
“But it is for me to worry about, I want you soft and snuggly with me, sleepy and hazy whike being undeniably horny” She laughed nudging his nose with hers, his lips pouting out to kiss hers lightly again, his hands groping her breasts tightly in his palm; she knew what he wanted, no, needed. Whenever Tom found himself needing comfort or some sensual loving, he turned to his lover’s breasts, suddenly finding them the most alluring thing in the world.
“Can I uh- ya know, play with them a little?” He whispered just staring at them blatantly, smiling childishly when Y/n replied, “Of course you can baby, they’re all yours babyboy” She giggled kissing the corner of his lips, noticing how his eyes were just fully trained on her tits more than anything else. Shifting herself up a little, he started moving her warm fleshy tits in circular motions, his lips greedily licking and sucking on the flesh surrounding her areola and nipples. Y/n’s fingers raked though his brown curls gently, planting small kisses to his hairline, her lips pulled into a small smile; Tom sat with his eyes closed fully enjoying sucking and pulling at her tits.
His tongue licking a stripe up the underside of her boob until he reached her nipple, wrapping his mouth around it like a suction, suckling on it affectionately; his eyes closed calmly. “You taste so good baby angel” He whispered kissing each of her nipples lovingly, letting his lips collect spit before dribbling it onto her hardened buds, lubing them up with his tongues flicking at them softly. “Thank you honey bun, even used some of that new body wash ya got me for no reason” She moaned out half asleep, Tom’s suckling had calmed her to a point of sleep, her eyes threatening to close any second now. The sound of Tom’s hums and his tongue flicking, giving a weird sense of a comforting atmosphere.
“Well it was in your wishlist and you told me your wishlist was empty” Tom hummed annoyed, shoving his face between her breasts, kissing the valley of her tits; knowing damn well he made it his responsibility to make sure everything in her basket was bought on a weekly basis. “Your tits are beautiful Y/n, not in a sexual way, but the fact they’re part of you just makes them so sexy”
He spent the next 15-20 minutes just loving and kissing on her breasts, her other hand softly pumping his limp cock, not with the intention of getting his hard but with the intention of showing him the same type of affection he was showing her. Undivided unconditional attention.
“hmm” Y/n hummed turning her head to the side, her hands dropped to rubbing his back soothingly, her nails raking up and down slowly. “You sleepy love? Want me to put the girls away?” He questioned pulling away from her tits with a pop, looking up at her with a crazy type of love, a love they both knew would never burn out. “No no keep going hun, feels good n’ warm” She yawned letting her eyes close for the final time that night, her hands resting on his back as he continued his own adventure. His lips licking, kissing and sucking on her tits until he himself, fell asleep undoubtably with her tit in his mouth; like a lovesick idiot.
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PSA: Sorry this was short but I found it so cute and lovey!! Just a bit of comfort for those who are going through finals/any tough situations
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witchwyfe · 7 months
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love me like you - tik
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I pairing: college! Tom 'Iceman' Kazansky x female reader
I précis: You get drunk at a party and your lovely bf takes care of you!
I content/warnings: mentions of drinking/alcohol, mentions of being drunk, cigarette/smoking mention, college soccer player tom, college au
I word count: 1,093
I a/n: part of my college soccer ice series
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Much to Ice’s chagrin, the team throws or attends a party after almost every game. If it’s a win, it’s to celebrate. If it’s a loss, it’s to commiserate. He doesn’t like drinking during soccer season, so he usually plays babysitter until everyone gets home. When you first asked Ice to go out with you, it was at a party, and you were endeared with the way he watched over the other boys and made sure they all stayed safe.
Now, you’re another person that Ice watches over at the party, especially if you’re drinking. 
The other boys love when you tag along to parties, because it means they get to see the softer side of Ice that he doesn’t usually show to them. It’s even better when you’re drunk, because he’s extra lovey to you, and the guys eat it up.
You’re sprawled out on Ice’s lap while he lounges on the couch. Much to his dismay, there was a frat party so that is where he’s spending his Friday night, rather than relaxing with you. 
His hand moves up and down your bare leg soothingly, distracting himself until you’re ready to leave. Your skin is warm under his palm, and he revels in the way you’ve gone limp in his lap, fully comfortable with—on—him. You’ve had about one seltzer too many, and Ice makes a mental note to grab you a bottle of water when you let him up. 
Your finger traces his jawline up-and-down until you get bored with that and shift in his lap. “Icey,” You whisper, leaning forward like you’re going to share a secret. 
He doesn’t even get a chance to answer before you’re placing your palms on either side of his face, squishing his cheeks, and forcing his lips to pucker. You press a sloppy kiss to his mouth, before releasing his face.
“What did you need, baby?” He hums, a fond expression taking over his features.
“Nothin’.” You mumble, suddenly shy. “Just wanted to kiss you.”
He laughs, warm and deep, running his hand over your back again. “Yeah?” He wonders. “You wanna do it again?”
You nod eagerly, falling even more into him when he presents his lips. They’re warm and gentle against your own, and you giggle into his mouth, hands curling into the hair at the nape of his neck.
“You’re so pretty,” You whisper when you pull away. 
“I have to tell you something.” He says, mirroring your tone. “You’re even prettier.”
A delighted shriek leaves your lips and you squish him in a hug again. 
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One seltzer too many, turned into too many drinks entirely, in just a couple of short hours. You’d gone to the bathroom with one of your friends and came back drunker than you had been before, with a wasted Goose in tow, giggling at something you were whispering in his ear.
“Alright, I think you’ve both had enough.” Ice states, standing up briskly, and deftly slipping an arm around your side. 
“You mean we’re leaving?” Goose whines, resting his head on Ice’s shoulder.
“Afraid so, bud.” Ice nods. He pulls his phone out to text his team—double checking that no one else needs a ride home—before corralling you and Goose to his car. 
In anticipation of this happening, he’d parked as close to the run-down fraternity house as possible.
Ice man-handles Goose into the backseat so that he can focus fully on you. He’s bent at the waist, leaning over you to slide the seatbelt across your body. Once it’s clicked into place, he presses his lips to your temple, lingering for longer, before making his way to the driver’s seat.
He listens to you ramble on about a plethora of things, a fond smile on his face as he holds one of your hands in his. 
When he pulls up to the house he shares with the other members of his soccer team, Mav is standing, propped up against the side of the house, smoking a drunk cigarette. Ice has no idea how Mav beat him home, considering he was in the middle of a keg stand when Ice left with you and Goose. 
“Mav!” Goose is suddenly yelling, half of his body hanging outside the window that Ice didn’t even hear him open. 
“Jesus, Goose, get back in the car!” Ice calls, using the driver door access to close the back window when Goose heaves his body back inside the car. 
It’s a long journey from the car to the front door, especially with you leaning more than half of your body weight on your boyfriend, while Goose is tugging him by the hand, eager to get inside and eat a snack. 
Slider is inside—and sober—and Ice breathes a sigh of relief. He would’ve liked to have been the one to stay home, but right now he’s just happy Slider can help take care of Goose and Mav, and he can worry about getting you up to bed.
“Long night?” Slider jokes, wrapping his hand around Goose’s bicep so he can lead him into the kitchen. 
“C’mon Goosey, I’ve got pizza rolls for you and Mav.”
“Thanks Sli.” Ice smiles, nodding at his friend before focusing fully on you. Usually Ice loves his bedroom—the only one on the third floor of the old house—but right now he’s wishing it wasn’t so that it wouldn’t be as far for you to walk. You’ve got your arms wrapped around his torso now, head pressed into his chest.
“M’tired, Icey.” You whine. “Can we take an elevator?”
He chuckles into the top of your head. “We don’t have one, honey.” He shoves his phone into his back pocket, slings your purse into the bend of his arm, before crouching in front of you.
“Hop on, baby.”
“Really!?” You coo, with much more energy than you currently possess.
“Really.” He’s smiling but you can’t see it, and you clamber onto his back with a huff.
“Got it!” You cheer, nestling your cheek against his shoulder. He’s steady through two flights of stairs, not even quivering when he gently deposits you on his bed. 
“You’re so strong,” You coo happily. “Thank you for carrying me, Icey.”
“You don’t have to thank me honey,” He smiles, full and sincere. “Always gonna take care of you.”
You giggle, reaching up to lock your arms around his neck. You grin grows impossibly big when he plasters kisses to the top of your head.
“C’mon sweet girl, let’s get you ready for bed.”
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thealogie · 1 year
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Second most hilarious part is their weird decision to make Greg truly intolerable in a show where a lot of intolerable people are nevertheless compelling to watch and sympathetic. Tom just goes to say his insane inappropriate homosocial/frat boy stuff @ Greg and it’s not even fun for him anymore cause Greg will just say “dicks” like one of those old robots in sci-fi that used to be impressive in their time but now they’re kind of broken and just repeat three words
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hogwartsmarvelmommy · 2 years
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The bet
A Harry Holland mini series
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Part 3 (the beat down)
Warnings : angst, cursing, fighting.
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Harry woke you up a few minutes later with a sense of urgency. He insisted you get up and get ready for another day together. You were confused as you sleepily got up and complied. A few hours later and you had gone to breakfast, went and watched the planes take off from the airport and then went to a petting zoo.
The sun was beginning to set as you guys pulled up to your spot and Harry got out of the car before grabbing a few blankets and setting up a little area for the two of you under the bridge.
"Harry," you said as he finished what he was doing.
"Yeah?" He looked up to you with a look of worry.
"What's going on?" You Wondered, he had been acting strange all day and you weren't sure as to why.
"I'm nervous," he admitted, "sorry, has this been too much?" He asked you.
You shook your head as you stepped over to him and grabbed his hand for him to stop. "Hey, it's just me, you don't need to be nervous," you told him bringing your hand up to his face and cradling it.
He shut his eyes before taking a deep breath. "What have you done to me y/n?" He asked. His voice was filled with conviction and fear, there was something so raw about the emotions you were seeing from Harry, you couldn't help but come to a resolve to an inner argument you had been having for the better part of a few weeks.
"I've just shown you how good it can be," you whispered, hoping he would know what you meant.
"I've never felt like this before, pretty girl," Harry whispered looking into the depth of your eyes.
"Just let go baby," you whispered as you pushed up onto your tippy toes and brought your lips to his.
He kissed you back, with more emotion than you expected, before pulling away.
"I have to tell you something," he blurted.
You furrowed your brows, but nodded, Taking a seat on the blanket. "Ok," you told him.
"Do you remember the first time we came here?" He asked. "Specifically the car ride," he elaborated.
You nodded as you stared at him. "Sure, we talked about how you had never been in love and if your heart got broken you wanted it to be your own fault," you told him, not sure where he was going with the conversation.
He nodded as he stared ahead to the water. "I meant that, you know, I had never been in love," he told you.
You stayed silent for a minute as you watched him, unsure of where his head was at. "Had never, or have never?" You asked finally.
He turned his gaze to you and gave you a small smile, "had never," he confirmed.
You felt your eyes water as you watched him. Did Harry love you? Were you ready to try this again? Surely things with Harry would be better, so what was the harm in trusting him, he had already shown you that you could.
You leaned across the space between the two of you bringing your lips to his and kissing him, this time he didn't break away, instead he pulled you towards him until you were straddling him.
His tongue swept across your lips before you opened them, giving him access as you buried your fingers in his curly hair, something you had wanted to do for months.
Harry groaned as he went to pull away, knowing if he went through with this and then told you after you would hate him even more. He couldn't do that to you, he refused to. So he cupped your face gently and pulled away. "I'm so sorry," he muttered as he stared at your big eyes.
"Why?" You wondered. "Harry, what is going on?" You asked him, worry filling your gut.
He stared at you with sad eyes before he responded, "Tom and I made a bet a few months back,"
You nodded at him signaling him to continue.
"He bet that I couldn't get a person of his choosing to fall in love with me," he told you.
You furrowed your brows at him, "that is the dumbest thing I have ever heard, you can't just walk up to someone and get them to fall in love with you," you told him, but the more you thought about it, the more confused you grew.
Harry had walked up to you that night you met him, and again when he offered to get you home, and to get your number. Harry had quite literally walked up to you and made you fall in love with him time and time again. "Why are you telling me this?" You wondered as you slipped from his lap and sat down beside him.
He ignored your question before continuing, "I called it off, the bet," he explained. "Because I knew, you know, I knew, and I didn't want to get too far in, and I didn't want anyone to get hurt," he told you.
"Why are you telling me this?" You asked again with tears building up in your eyes. He wasn't talking about you, he couldn't be.
He let out a long sigh before he looked at you with tear filled eyes. "Because the person Tom bet I couldn't make fall in love with me," he looked away before he mutter his next words, "was you,"
All at once you felt your whole world crumble. For a second time. "So what, I was just some game?" You demanded.
Harry shook his head frantically as he tried to grab your hand but you pulled it away from him too fast. "At first, ok. At first it was all strategic, but that morning I picked you up the first time we came here, everything changed for me, ok, I never planned to bring anyone here, but I just knew," he rushed out.
"Knew what Harry?!" You groaned as you pulled your legs up to your chest. You would not cry over this, you refused to let another person break you, even if this one somehow felt worse than the last.
"I knew I was falling in love with you," he said quietly.
Your head shot up from where you had buried it in your knees as you stared at him with your mouth wide open.
"What did you just say?" You demanded.
"I love you y/n, I swear, I never wanted this to happen, I never wanted you to find out," he groaned.
"So you were just, what? Going to hope that I never figured it out, then maybe when we were old and grey then tell me?" You shouted, "I trusted you. I let you in. I told you how much I didn't want to be played again, and you what, just disregarded that for some childish bet with your older brother?" You exclaimed.
You pushed yourself up to your feet and stared at him. "What did you get out of it?" You demanded.
Harry shook his head in confusion.
"The Bet," you clarified, "what would you get out of winning?"
He looked and you while his face blanched, before saying, "bragging rights,"
You felt your whole body radiate with anger. Bragging rights? Fucking bragging rights? How foolish were you to fall for him, and it was your own fault, Mal had warned you, other girls you shared classes with had warned you getting close to Harry Holland was not going to end well. And boy were they right.
"I hope you enjoy your bragging rights," you spit out before you turned and took off on foot back towards the school. You would yell at yourself later, but for now, hitching a ride seemed like the best option because there was no way you were getting in the car with Harry after all of that.
Harry stared after you, knowing that if he went after you he would just screw things up more. He had to give you your space, as much as it would kill him. He mulled over your words and his own actions and how terrible this had all been. Then it clicked. 'i hope you enjoy your bragging rights'
You loved him?
Probably not anymore, but Harry wouldn't stop. He would give you a few days, and then he was going to do everything in his power to prove to you that none of it was a game, he saw you at the end of the line, and there was no way he would let you go this easily.
Harry gave you five days, figuring that should be enough. Nothing ever came of the threats of the video so things had calmed down, and Harry was ready to go win you back. Which is why he was standing at your apartment door, knocking.
"Give me a freaking minute," he heard Mal groan before the door swing open. "Go away," she said without even a second thought.
"I need to talk to y/n," Harry explained.
"Yeah? Do you?" She seethed as she stepped forward getting into Harry's face and pointing a finger at him, "we'll get in line, because that stunt you pulled," she shook her head before backing up and grabbing onto the door. When she looked up to meet Harry's eyes, her own were filled with unshed tears. "She's gone Harry," and with another glance she slammed the door.
Gone?
Like he was never getting you back, or you had packed up and left?
He pulled out his phone and dialed your number, which hit him with the out of service noise, staring at his phone for a minute he was dumbfounded. Gone? No. No way.
He raised his knuckles on the door again, knowing anything that he could do at this point was out of sheer desperation.
"Go away Harry," Mal called through the door without opening it.
"Gone where Mal?" He yelled.
The door swung open again to reveal a pissed off Mal, "she left Harry, she packed her bags and left. I found out from a note that said, 'going to my happy place, thanks for everything,' " Mal explained. She shook her head before taking a deep breath, "look Harry, you fucked up, and you knew she was damaged, so now she's gone, and you need to accept that," she placed her hand on Harry's shoulder giving him a sad smile before turning and going back into the apartment, leaving Harry in the hallway like a lost puppy.
On his way back to his house he thought long and hard, trying to remember anything about a happy place. Maybe if he could just figure out where you were he could come to you and things could be fixed, maybe, just maybe, you would forgive him.
But after weeks of trying to find you, and calling your out of service number, Harry began to give up, swearing, never again would he fall in love.
It had been months.
Months you had spent alone in Scotland. Honestly, you were trying to escape your mind, but it kept sneaking in even when you didn't want it to.
You saw him everywhere.
In the old couple in the park.
In the rugby matches on the telly.
Everywhere you went, you found something that made you think of him, and it made your heart ache.
He had hurt you. Badly. But at the same time, he had come clean, he had been honest knowing it was going to jeopardize what the two of you had built.
He took a risk with his honesty, could you really be all that mad at him?
You stared down at the number on your screen hoping that you weren't insane for doing so, but you had to know.
You pressed the call button and brought the phone to your ear as it rang out. "This is Osterfield," he answered.
"Haz," you sighed, thankful to hear a familiar voice, "it's y/n," you said quietly.
"Holy shit," he breathed out. "You want me to go get Harry?" He Wondered.
"No, no," you told him, "I just, I need to know how he's doing," you explained.
There was a long silence followed by a sigh, "I mean he's not good, he spends most of his time away, I think at the place you guys always went, he hasn't been to practice, I don't think he's actually attending his classes. He's a wreck, he's going through his first heartbreak, and it sucks," Harrison explained.
"Does he hate me?" You asked with a broken voice.
"God no, he's hoping one of these days you'll show back up, forgive him for hurting you, and then probably agree to marry him or some shit," Harrison laughed. "He loves you, like genuinely, " he explained.
"I love him too," you admitted through tears.
"Then come back," he urged, a hopeful tone in his voice.
"I don't want to just be a game," you explained.
"It's not like that y/n, I don't think for him it ever was," he told you sincerely. Just then there was a noise on the other line.
"Did you just say Y/n?" You heard Harry ask.
"Shit," Harrison gritted out, "look I got to go, but I mean it ok, come-" the call cut off and you took the phone from your ear staring down at it.
Were you willing to forgive him? You shook your head as you answered yourself out loud. "You already have you idiot,"
The decision to get on the plane was probably the easiest you had ever made, getting off of it was another story. You knew that once you got through baggage claim Harrison would be waiting to take you back to Mal's where you would apologize profusely for leaving her with no warning, before heading over to try and talk to Harry.
As soon as you had your bags secured you walked out to find Harrison leaning against his car with a smirk.
"The ginger couldn't keep you away," he teased as he helped you with your bags. "He really must have some magic dick huh?" He asked you.
You rolled your eyes at that, knowing Harrison was only joking. "As soon as I find out I'll let you know," you quipped back.
"Wait," he said as you climbed into the car, shutting your door.
He rounded the car and climbed in before turning to you. "You guys never sealed the deal?" He wondered.
You shook your head, "there were a few times I thought we might, but he was always quick to stop it," you explained.
Harrison nodded, "fuck he does really love you," was all he said before peeling out of the parking lot and heading towards your old apartment.
You knew that Mal was upset with you for leaving, there was no question about that. But what you didn't expect was for her to smother your face in kisses as soon as she opened the door leaving poor Harrison to bring in all your bags.
"Alright ladies, I'll see you both tonight," Harrison announced before he left the two of you alone to talk.
"Your back?" Mal asked as soon as Harrison was out of sight.
You looked up at her big brown eyes and laughed, "I might have overreacted," you admitted.
She scoffed before shaking her head. "You did no such thing,"
You shrugged, "but he never tried to take advantage of me Mal, even when I was throwing myself at him, sure he was in on the stupid bet, but he never hurt me, not like he could have," you told her.
She stared at you for a few seconds before groaning. "You're going to forgive him?" She asked.
"I already did," you admitted, before she pulled you into her arms.
"Those Holland boys will be the death of us you know," she chuckled, squeezing you tighter.
You stared at the living frat house from the passenger seat of Mal's car. "What if he doesn't want to see me?" You wondered.
"Ha! Really?" She demanded, "that boy has been moping around since the second you left, he will probably cry when he sees you," she told you with a wink.
You nodded, before taking a deep breath and getting out of the car. It was now or never.
The frat house was always loud, so when the two of you stepped through the door the noise didn't strike you as odd as it had the first time.
Just like you expected the boys were in their area laughing and talking, all except the one you wanted to talk to.
Harrison saw you and hopped up, making his way towards you, "I'm sorry y/n I couldn't get him to stay, and you said you didn't want me to tell him, he left about 15 minutes ago," he explained.
Mal shot you a sad smile, "sorry girl," she muttered.
"Oh great she's back," you heard a feminine voice scoff from behind you.
You looked back to find a tall thin blonde girl standing a few feet away from you with a scowl on her face as she stared at you . "Excuse me?" You asked, thoroughly confused.
"It's just kind of desperate you know," she snorted, "he was only with you for a bet, but here you are running back to him," you watched as she rolled her eyes and the possy of girls with her chuckled.
You had never seen this girl in your life, and you were quite certain you had never done anything to her, but here she was talking down on you like you were nobody. "Let's be grateful girls," she snickered as she looked around at her girl pack before turning back to look at you, "at least we aren't desperate whores," she said with a scowl.
You were taken aback by what you had just heard. Whore? Desperate? Who the hell was this girl?
"Do I know you?" You asked her.
She chuckled, "no, but I know you, the girl Harry used for a bet, I bet he won it too, you probably fell right into his lap and gave everything you had to give, all for what? To find out you were just a pawn in his game? And yet here you are, running back to him like a pathetic lost little puppy dog," as she spoke the words she sauntered forward until she was standing face to face with you with a scowl on her face.
You hated confrontation. So much so that you would do anything to avoid it. But as you looked at this girl, who was looking down on you, something just snapped. You didn't even realize what you were doing until she recoiled back grasping at her bleeding nose.
"You bitch!" She seethed as she hurled herself forward, to her dismay you were pulled right out of her path and she fell to the floor where you had been standing.
"That's enough Olivia," Sam's voice boomed from where he was holding your body against his own.
"She hit me," the girl, Olivia, cried from the floor.
"You deserved it," Harrison told her from beside you. "Look, I get it, you're bitter about Harry not wanting to be with you, but that doesn't mean you get to be a raging bitch to her. You really think that's going to make Harry want you?" He demanded.
You shook your head, trying to think of what to do, you already knew where Harry had gone, so why stay and deal with this.?
"Can I borrow your car?" you asked Mal who was busy watching the scene play out in front of her.
"What? Why?" She wondered as she turned to you.
"Cause I know where he went, and let's be honest the only place you're going tonight is up to Tom's room," you chuckled with a wink.
Her face reddened as she pulled out her keys handing them to you, "you're the worst you know," she sighed.
"Love you to cuz," you kissed her cheek before sprinting out of the house and down the drive to her car, leaving Harrison and Sam to clean up your mess.
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cheolcam · 2 months
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୨୧. head over heels - chenle
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꒰♡꒱ avisos: chenle × you | sugestivo, oral (m.), degradação, chenle frat boy playboyzinho red flag, e leitora meio ingênua (?), não revisado.
꒰♡꒱ notas da autora: inspirado nesse post maravilhoso que passou na minha tl hoje
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você é exatamente o tipo de garota que chenle procurava. bonita, burra e obediente.
aparentemente burra o suficiente para se aproximar dele, mesmo sabendo com quem ele anda. mas você não pode evitar, você se encantou pelo estudante transferido playboyzinho que te pediu uma informação alegando que ele não entendia a língua muito bem porque era chinês.
a partir desse momento você virou o alvo do zhong.
o chinês é metido, sempre de nariz empinado, selecionando muito bem com quem se relaciona. e assim que se juntou a neo frat, automaticamente se tornou um deles. a fama crescendo mais a cada dia, e apesar de tudo ele não liga nem um pouco.
chenle quase nunca aparece no campus, mas sempre que está lá dá um jeito de encontrar com você. sozinho ou com os amigos, ele percebe que você é obediente, que larga tudo quando ele chama o seu nome. e ele gosta. você é o novo brinquedinho dele.
você só precisa de algumas pequenas mudanças, tipo as suas roupas, mas nada que o cartão black do zhong não resolva.
"hm, não tenho certeza... me disseram pra vir nesse prédio." ele não esconde o sorriso de canto, se escora na viga e corre o olhar por seu corpo, parando no seus seios por alguns segundos e voltando para os seus olhos. "escuta, você não pode me dar umas aulas particulares? tô cansado de me perder nesse lugar... eu pago bem." o tom arrogante deveria ser um sinal de alerta, mas você sente dó, já foi a estudando estrangeira transferida e foi difícil, por isso aceita ser a professora do zhong.
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chenle parece fluente demais no momento, você o olha de baixo, a boca trabalhando no pau dele, se esforçando para conseguir a porra dele.
não sabe como caiu no papinho dele, ele é claramente fluente, isso, ou ele já treinou a dirty talk dele, porque porra...
ele puxa seu cabelo e afasta o pau da sua boca desesperada, ele tem um sorriso maldoso no rosto.
"cê foi feita pra mamar, né? putinha que é desesperada pra chupar um pau..." puxa o seu cabelo um pouquinho mais para fazer você olhar nos olhos dele. "é facinha pra caralho... e tão obediente, igual uma cadela." ele ri. "cadelinha... que tipo de garota você é hein? aceita mamar qualquer um assim?"
você não responde, perdida demais no momento, não consegue nem pensar direito, chenle conseguiu te deixar estúpida assim sem nem te tocar.
"não vai responder? awn, não consegue nem pensar? que dó, parece que foi realmente feita pra mamar o meu pau e nada mais..." o deboche é palpável. "ou você tá burrinha assim por causa do que eu prometi? quer tanto os sapatos assim? que se abaixa me chupa meu pau no carro... patética, tudo isso por um par de louboutins... mas se você deixar eu meter em você eu te dou mais do que os sapatos, o que cê acha?"
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stylesharrys · 7 months
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Pranked
A/N: I haven’t written for Peter in the longest time, this also used to be a patron exclusive fic but since I no longer write for tom/Peter over there, I figured you guys could have it!
WC: 1,990
“I’m sorry they did that to you,” he whispers. “It’s not cool. Cassy and her little penguins are just raging bitches. They’re jealous of you, you know? That’s why the dared Jack… they’re jealous, so they try to humiliate you.”
You scoff into him, pulling back to wipe your eyes and get a look at him. His thin lips are gently pulled into a line, eyes bubbling over with sincerity and concern. You wipe your face and sniffle.
“They’re not jealous of me,” you shake your head. “There’s nothing for them to be jealous of.”
It’s Peter’s turn to scoff this time, his head shaking at your words. He reaches closer to brush the matted hair from your tear-stained face and strains a smile.
or
You get pranked and Peter picks up the pieces.
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Your palms are sweating and you’re struggling to keep your breathing even. This can’t be happening, not again, not now. Everything is white noise as you blink at the boy before you.
“Look, I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t think we’d end up hitting it off like we did, and I felt awful. I had to tell you. I’m sorry, really.”
His words are muffled through the ringing in your ear and the music blaring through the house, but you still hear them. You can’t take your eyes off him; you’re completely frozen.
Jack scratches the back of his head nervously, eyeing you with regret. “Y/N, I really do like you, you’re a cool chick. But I can’t string you along anymore. I won’t tell anyone about the dare, and I’ll make sure Cassy and her minions don’t say anything either.”
It was a dare. A fucking dare. Three of your so-called friends dared Jack to take you on dates, and make you believe he liked you. They fucking humiliated you.
You nod your head, bleakly. You should be used to this shit. You’d just hoped for once; you’d found friends that actually cared about you. That would support you and do what friends do.
You couldn’t have been more wrong.
“Really should’ve seen that coming,” you laugh out bitterly to yourself.
You’re willing back tears the best that you can; chest right and throat closing. You can’t cry in front of him; you can’t let the situation humiliate you any more than it already has.
Now he pities you, and he will always remember you to be the girl he was dared to date. The girl that no boy would ever actually like off his own back. The girl with no friends. The girl that fell for a prank.
You huff out a laugh. “At least I made a friend decent enough to tell me the truth, right?” He smiles weakly and offers a simple nod of his head.
Jack isn’t a bad guy, not really. Even after pulling such a shitty stunt, you can’t bring yourself to hate him. You stand, wondering if anything he said to you was ever genuine.
You say nothing else when you finally look away from him. Your feet carry you through the crowds of the party when you finally let the tears slip.
You’re left questioning everything; everything Cassy and her friends ever said to you, every nice comment that’s ever been tossed your way since. You feel like the fucking laughing stock like the party was thrown for everyone to take turns in humiliating you.
Breaking away from everyone else, you stumble your way outside. It’s quieter out there, strings of fairy lights tangled in trees that illuminate the path you follow. It’s secluded to the frat house's left, the furthest area away from the pool, and therefore other partygoers.
You sit at the edge of a sun lounger, vision blurred through pools of tears that well in your eyes. And you finally let them fall. There’s an aching in your chest that tears you from the inside out. A feeling of heartache so strong that you feel it in your fingertips.
You don’t understand. Why is everyone so out to get you? Why do people take pleasure in your pain? Why aren’t you good enough for anyone? What do you have to change about yourself to make people like you?
“Y/N?” A gentle voice coos through your thoughts.
Your head snaps up at the sound of your name, face blotchy with tears that you make a quick attempt to wipe away. You sniffle, plastering on a gentle smile in greeting.
In the soft moonlight, Peter Parker stands above you, concern swimming in his eyes. You know Peter, you’ve known him for a long time. And when your eyes meet him, you find yourself crumbling again.
Peter has always been the only genuine friend in your life. You’ve known him for ten years, and at twenty, he’s still just as lovely and kind as he was in high school. He hasn’t turned into some college douche like so many of your other classmates.
He has gotten hotter, though. Puberty smacked him twice, and he’s no longer a scrawny boy anymore. He’s still got the same soft brown eyes and messy locks on his head, but he’s beefed out in a little weight and muscle, and he’s gotten a little taller.
Yet with all that, he’s barely got any better at talking to girls he likes. The thought hurts you when you remember how easily he’s always spoken to you. Just another reminder that not even Peter would like you.
Peter notices the tears in your eyes and steps closer, brows furrowed in confusion as he looks around to see if anyone knows what’s going on.
“Are you okay?” He asks. “What’s wrong? What happened to you?”
You only cry harder at the kindness of his tone. He’s always been such a good person — a little aloof and geeky, sure, but kind and funny. Genuine. He’s always been himself.
“Was it Jack?” He finally asks, shuffling as to sit beside you on the lounger. He’s seen the both of you around campus a lot recently, and while you guys are friends, he’s not hurt that you didn’t tell him you had a boyfriend.
You’re friends, sure, but you don’t sit and talk as often as you probably should.
You sniffle, shrugging a shoulder. You don’t know if he’s more to blame or Cassy and her friends are.
“It was all a prank. Cassy and her minions dared Jack to ask me out. He just told me the truth.”
There’s a beat of silence as Peter takes in your broken words. It hurts him, to see you so upset and defeat.
He’s always thought you were wonderful. Pretty, funny, kind and smart. He’s been one to admire you from afar, one that’s always listened intently whenever you spoke, one that included you in conversation and gone out of his way to make sure you feel comfortable.
And you’ve always noticed the little things that Peter does for you. You’ve always noticed because no one else ever does them. Even if you do it for everyone you meet.
“Oh, Y/N... I’m so sorry.”
You sniffle again, nodding as you bow your head. You feel shameful, absolutely mortified to have admitted that aloud to Peter. And yet, you can’t seem to stop yourself from saying more.
“I just don’t get why everyone feels the need to use me for something. No one ever wants to be my friend. No one ever means anything that they say to me. Pete, why am I such a joke to everyone? Why does everyone play me?”
He doesn’t say anything, just wraps an arm around you and pulls you into his chest. You let him, of course, you do. Despite holding hands with Jack and kissing him a couple of times, this is the most physical touch you’ve experienced in years.
It only makes you cry harder.
You wrap your arms around Peter’s middle as you nuzzle your face into his neck. A hand finds the back of your head, gentle coos slipping past his lips and into your ear. His embrace is warm, safe. You feel a weight lift from your shoulders just from being in Peter’s calming presence.
“I’m sorry they did that to you,” he whispers. “It’s not cool. Cassy and her little penguins are just raging bitches. They’re jealous of you, you know? That’s why they dared Jack… they’re jealous, so they try to humiliate you.”
You scoff into him, pulling back to wipe your eyes and get a look at him. His thin lips are gently pulled into a line, eyes bubbling over with sincerity and concern. You wipe your face and sniffle.
“They’re not jealous of me,” you shake your head. “There’s nothing for them to be jealous of.”
It’s Peter’s turn to scoff this time, his head shaking at your words. He reaches closer to brush the matted hair from your tear-stained face and strains a smile.
“Are you kidding? You’ve got so much that they don’t: a personality, for example. You’re kind, funny, caring… pretty. You’re too cool for them, and they know it.”
His kind tone has warmth rising to your cheeks as you bite back a thankful smile. You don’t know how Peter does it, how he’s the warmth of the sun that dries the ground after it rains. You think he’s far too good, too precious for this world.
You meet his warm gaze, eyes a little puffy, but he doesn’t mention them — even though he finds it absolutely adorable. There’s a swell of pride in his chest at the fact he got to make you smile when you felt so bad.
“And not everyone would play you, you know. Some uh… some people are genuine, and might wanna take you out because they might’ve had a little crush on you for a while, but been too scared to admit it…”
Blinking, you notice the pink on his cheeks, the rosy hue that isn’t from the alcohol. You realise quickly who he’s referring to, and warmth begins to rise to your skin, flames burning from the inside out. Your chest feels tight and heavy, but not in the anxious way it typically has done.
No, this feeling is comforting, exciting. It’s the feeling of realising how stupid you’ve been, how the one boy you’ve always admired from afar has always felt the same for you.
“Yeah?”
You don’t feel worried that this may be part two of Cassy’s plot. Because it’s Pete, and you know Pete. You know how kind and compassionate he is, how thoughtful and respectful. You nearly choke on your spit. This gorgeous boy that everyone slowly started to pine after wants you.
He nods, sheepishly, and then it’s like something flickers in his memory. Peter straightens himself out, a giddy smirk on his face and you watch as he builds his confidence up in quick haste.
“Yeah,” he confirms. “So, do you wanna come back inside… with me and - and my friends?”
You’re nodding before he can finish his sentence, and a smile beams its way across Peter’s face. He stands from the chair, teeth tugging his bottom lip into his mouth as he extends a hand for you to take.
Standing before him, you toy with his fingers, a smile of your own on your lips. “You know, I have a crush on you, too.”
Peters brows raise to his hairline, eyes wide. To him, this day couldn’t get any better. He’s buzzing, trying to fight the need to sprint around the house five times and jump in the pool.
He swallows thickly. “You uh, you do?”
“Yeah. I have done since we were fifteen. But you always liked Liz.”
Peter blinks, can’t quite believe his ears. There’s no way you’ve had a crush on him for almost four years and didn’t say anything to him. How did he not realise? How did he not pick up your change in attitude whenever he was around you?
“I didn’t know you liked me back then…”
You shrug, your smile not faltering. “I know,” you say. “But, you know now.”
There’s a moment of silence, like neither of you can believe how easy this is — how this could’ve been years ago. Peter clears his throat, squeezing your hand.
“So… if I asked you on a date?”
“I’d say yes.”
Another moment of silence.
“And… if I uh, if I told you that I really wanted to kiss you…”
Leaning up on your tiptoes slowly, you pucker your lips gently to press a soft kiss to Peter’s mouth. His eyes flutter closed, hands leaving yours to rest on your waist and pull you closer.
“I’d say yes.”
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