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spidersandclowns · 7 months
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Should’ve read the fine print...
Minors DNI
Warning(s): NSFW, dubcon
Fem!Reader
Authors Note: First time; necessary feedback, pls! Taking requests!
It’s been about a week since you’ve moved into your new apartment. Everything about it was perfect except for one thing: you’ve explored every room but one, which was locked for some reason. (If only you had read the entire catalog ad, you would’ve understood why and that all past tenants never stayed too long). You complained about it to your landlord, who hired a locksmith free of charge, thankfully. This is what your actions have come to, sadly: you, standing before hundreds of slimy, purple tentacles, coming from all around the mystery room.
You try and back away quietly toward the door in hopes of being able to leave unnoticed. Pitifully, the floorboards creek(damn, this shitty building). The tentacles immediately move in your direction as you run for the door, only to be blocked off by more tentacles. They push you to the ground and squeeze around your arms and legs, probing at your torse.
They’re not hurting you; they seem pretty curious, actually. The tentacle's touch is soft and gentle. One tentacle stops at your face...it’s...caressing your cheek? Their touches were seemingly affectionate at first but quickly became provocative. They began to slip under your clothes, feeling you up.
Again, their touch was gentle but still violating nonetheless; they groped your breasts, sucking on your nipples and coiling around them. You try and keep as much dignity you have left, biting your lip to hold back your moans. The tentacles seem to sense your defiance and dislike it very much. They tear through your clothing, leaving only your thin panties to cover you. They curl around your thighs, spreading your legs to tease you, rubbing against your clothed cunt, and nuzzling your clit; their suckers find it and abuse the little bundle of nerves.
A blissful whine escapes your lips; you can’t remember the last time you felt this good. The tentacles stroke your body with satisfaction, assumingly rewarding you for your submission. You can feel yourself getting wetter by the second. Your sense of dignity is long gone by now; you’re a wailing mess. Hair sticking to your sweat-coated skin, tear-filled eyes rolled up into your head, and while your mouth hangs open with a bead of drool leaking from the side.
The tentacles can sense your arousal, not to mention your drenched underwear. They move your panties to the side and continue to toy with your aching pussy, stroking your wet hole and sucking on your sore clit until you cum.
The tentacles let you catch your breath, lovingly massaging your body. Soon enough, you’re suspended in the air as more tentacles hold you, creating a makeshift bed to place you comfortably. Another tentacle approaches your face again, latching itself to your mouth and pushing past your lips to curl around your tongue. Is this its way of kissing you? Is it showing affection?
It’s a bit gross, but the tentacles mean well. Your body suddenly jolts as you feel a tentacle push against your sopping hole. It uses its suckers to tease you again, but as you grind yourself against it, the tentacle penetrates you, pressing against your walls to search for your sweet spot. The tentacle in your mouth begins to thrust in and out as you feel another tentacle enter your ass. The tentacle in your pussy moves rhythmically with the others as it’s sucker hit your g-spot. At this point, your mind is nothing but mush. All you see are white spots as your legs quake under the tentacles, unable to hold yourself up longer.
The tentacles wrap around your waist and lift you. You’re now ass up, face down, and being fucked mercilessly in all three holes. You can’t take it; it’s too good, too much, too many. You feel more tentacles enter your already full holes. Doesn’t this monster know you have a limit?
It doesn’t care, really. All it wants is to see you cum, and cum, again. You can feel yourself getting dizzier after each orgasm, one after another. Before you know it, you’re waking up from your fucked out haze. The tentacles seemed to have stopped fucking your brains out a while ago; they’re all curled up around your protectively, some still inside you. You try and crawl towards the door, but you’re body is useless at this point.
The tentacles drag you back to them, curling around to massage your worn-out body. It seems you won’t be leaving this room any time soon...or ever.
...
Might as well move your stuff in here.
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siriussslut · 2 months
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Regulus receiving head for the first time, all whimpering and whining and gasping??? Yes pls. First time he gets deep throated? He swears he’s seen God.
Honestly, I’m not one to give head just like that but people’s reaction to getting it for the first time is so scrumptious to think abt
(I’ll just leave this pretty thing here)
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oh my god stop i love ur reqs
warnings: explicit smut, oral sex (m receiving)
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“never?” you ask, the disbelief in your voice evident.
“never,” regulus confirms.
you wrinkle your nose. “is it like weird looking or something? or is it tiny?”
blood rushes to his face, cheeks flushing red. “no, it’s not weird!” he splutters. “and it’s not tiny.”
you squint at him, doubting. “but you’ve never gotten head?”
he shakes his head.
“show me.”
his blush somehow deepens. “sh-show you?”
you nod, as though asking your best friend to show you his dick is totally normal. “show me.”
he reaches for his zipper, clearly uncertain. you nod your encouragement. he lowers the zipper, letting his pants fall to your bedroom floor.
you laugh immediately. “are those minecraft boxers?”
he glares at you. you try to look away from the hideous green briefs, looking down at his thighs. they’re a lovely milky white, moles dotting the pale skin, creeping below the cloth.
“go on.”
he pulls at the boxers’ hem, before finally letting them fall to the floor. his cock springs free.
without thinking, you blurt out, “oh, it’s not tiny.”
regulus smirks as you stare. he’s definitely not tiny, coming in at least nine inches.
you squeeze your thighs together, picturing his length between them.
his dick is erect, clearly having hardened during your conversation. the tip is as red as his cheeks, the rest of it pale white.
you reach out, hand grazing the air in front of the tip.
you meet his eyes, asking. his grey eyes are foggy, clearly confused, but he nods.
your fingers touch the head and it twitches. you smirk, gaining more confidence.
you slide your fingers down, running them along the veins. you reach his balls and stroke. he gasps at the touch, thrusting his hips forward. you looks back into his eyes, and see lust shining back at you.
you slide off the bed, knees landing on your carpet with a soft thud. never once breaking eye contact, you lower your face, sliding him inside of your mouth. his hips thrust into you, groaning.
you shove as much of him as you can down your throat, letting his cock cut off your air supply. the taste of him fills your mouth and you suck with fervor, needing more of his dick.
“f-fuck.”
you reach down to grab his balls in your palms. you tug on them as you stimulate his tip, swirling your tongue around the erection.
he’s gasping and groaning the whole time, beautiful whimpers filling the air. your brain blocks out all the other sounds in the world— the chirping of the birds outside, your mother’s soft singing from downstairs, the clatter of pans as she cooks.
all you hear is the downright sin spilling out of the regulus’ beautiful wet lips. you grind your thighs together, wetness seeping through to your carpet.
“holy shit!” he groans, his voice an octave too high. “oh, fuck.” his voice is whiny and high, and he sounds dazed.
he comes in seconds, unable to hold it back. his seed floods your throat, painting your tongue. he twitches and thrusts in a fucked-out stupor before seemingly coming to his senses. he pulls out and a bit of cum covers your cheek.
you meet his eyes again, biting down on your lip before swallowing his load. he whimpers at the sight of you.
“was it good?” you ask, your voice low and sultry.
“i think i’ve met god.”
you laugh. “we’ll have to practice you lasting longer.” you stand up, readjusting your clothes.
“p-practice?”
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yawnderu · 2 months
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CW: cucking, voyeurism, jealous FWB!Simon, is there a tag for Simon being straight but making a cuck suck his dick asking for a friend- breeding kink at the end if you squint.
“That all you got?” Simon taunts, his tone filled with condescension as he looks down at the man fucking you pathetically; just a warmup for Simon, something to get you nice and ready.
“Go on, then. Make her scream.” As he speaks, Simon unbuttons his pants, his hard and throbbing cock springing free. His hand goes down to his shaft, starting to stroke himself slowly as he focuses on the way the other man is fucking you, seemingly going harder than usual based on your surprised expression. He's not bad at it— but he's not Simon, just a placeholder while he's deployed, you both know it.
“Pathetic excuse for a fuck.” Simon's eyes lock into yours, his gaze intense and demanding despite the needy look you give him, greedily wanting more than what the man fucking you from behind can offer. It's almost enough to make him falter, but he just keeps stroking his cock, his desire for you growing with each thrust, hips bucking into his own hand.
“Like that?” The man asks you softly, planting a hard smack to your ass, only making you moan louder. Simon takes a step closer, his throbbing cock standing tall and proud, a challenge evident in his eyes.
“Move.” Simon isn't a patient man. A month-long deployment is enough to make his balls almost painfully heavy, the tip of his cock looking almost red, leaking precum like a broken faucet. He grips the man's hair, fingers tightening their hold as he pushes him aside, barely using any strength.
The man's blue eyes lock on Simon's cock before going back to meeting his gaze, a display of pure submission that goes ignored. Simon positions himself behind you, one of his hands gripping your hip firmly, making sure you stay in place. He rubs his cock up and down your folds, pausing after a second as he looks down at the man watching intently.
“Fuckin' hell, mate. Can't even make her wet.” There's annoyance clear on his tone, though possessiveness is also bleeding through it, subtly showing care for you, even when all he wants right now is to fuck. You look over your shoulder just to see Simon position himself in front of the kneeling man, his throbbing cock tantalizingly close to his face.
His eyes widen slightly when the man leans in closer, making eye contact with him before wrapping his hesitant but eager mouth around Simon's thick cock. The unexpected act sends a jolt of arousal through his body, his dominance and desire intensifying.
“Suck it like you mean it.” He tightens his grip on the man's hair, guiding his movements as he thrusts into his wet, inviting mouth, making him take it deeper despite his loud gags. Simon's eyes lock with yours, his gaze filled with nothing but pure dominance. An audible groan escapes his lips, his breath growing heavy as he tilts his head back, quickly pushing the man away once his cock is wet enough.
“Watch closely, lad. This is how a real man fucks.” He lines himself up to your pretty cunt, taking a moment to admire the curves of your body, the swell of your ass that only adds to your allure.
“Always ready for me, hm?” Simon is never this vocal during sex— he's simply showing off, and you both know it, yet you don't bother teasing him about it, arching your back to give him easier access instead. He wastes no time, thrusting into you with a force that leaves you breathless. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room as he sets a rough, punishing pace, his movements rough and unrelenting.
He leans closer to you, burly arms wrapping around your waist for leverage as his masked face rests on your soft back, your hands gripping the sheets underneath you, the other man in the room long forgotten.
“Mine.” He whispers into your ear, only for you to hear. He rams his cock into you, making his point clear, setting a punishing rhythm. As your orgasm washes over you, Simon's release is quick to follow, his body tensing up and shuddering against yours as he shoots ropes of hot cum right into your needy cunt, thrusting as deep as possible, secretly hoping your birth control will fail this time.
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thelittledoe · 2 months
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Come Away with Me
Gale Dekarios x fem!Reader
Summary : Gale offers you some stress relief... otherwise known as 'it annoys me that there's only one seggs scene with Gale in the entire game so have this to make up for it.' Established relationship. Gale makes good on his promise of a practised tongue. This is pure filth I'm so sorry.
NSFW - MDNI!! 18+ ONLY
You groaned at the soreness radiating from your stiff muscles. You had been up since first light, pushing on through endless hordes of foe, man and beast alike.
You desperately loved your fellow adventurers - that was something you'd never deny, but sometimes being leader of the group weighed just a little too heavily on your shoulders. And, unfortunately, today was one of those days.
Each of them needed something; Astarion to deal with Cazador, Karlach her infernal engine, Halsin and his worries for the grove. It was always you they'd seek advice from as their leader, always you they'd bring their problems to. And you were glad you could help, truly, but just for once you wished you could be the one to be looked after and fussed about.
Taking yourself a few paces outside of camp you settled on an overturned log, rubbing your eyes in hopes that it might wipe the exhaustion away. You didn't want to let your friends know how much it all weighed on you. Didn't want them to feel guilt.
But Gale, sweet Gale, perceptive as ever, had apparently seen you sneak off.
"My love?" He spoke softly from behind you as though not to spook you.
You turned to face him, throwing him a smile that seemingly didn't quite meet your eyes judging by the grimace he threw back.
Gale drew closer, moving a hand to your shoulder reassuringly.
"What's on your mind, mm?"
"Nothing, I promise. Just tired is all," your voice wobbled slightly as you answered him.
Gale let out a light sigh before moving round to face you. He crouched down to match your seated height.
"I love you, you know. Enough to know when you're not telling the whole truth, might I add."
"M' sorry," you whispered.
"Don't be," Gale smiled sweetly, reaching to take your hands in his. "Just tell me what's plaguing you."
You inhaled as though sucking in the strength to confess.
"It's just that, sometimes..." you huffed, "sometimes it can be hard to be the party leader. And I don't want to sound ungrateful, because I am so incredibly thankful that all these wonderful people feel comfortable enough to trust me with so many important things. But sometimes it's just-"
"Exhausting," Gale finished for you, sending you a look of pity from his warm, brown eyes.
You nodded, tears pricking at your eyes at the feeling of finally telling someone.
"You know..." Gale began, lifting his hand to stroke your cheek, "I think I know something that could do you a world of good right about now."
"Is that so," you smiled at his antics.
"Mmhmm. Follow me."
Gale held his hand out to pull you to your feet and you complied. Not letting go, he began to lead you deeper into the forest.
"If I didn't know any better, I might think you were leading me to my murder, Dekarios," you joked, finding pleasure in his laugh.
"Oh yes, you've got me all figured out. I've actually been planning your demise ever since we first met. This has all been one elaborate guise to-"
Gale burst into laughter as you span to whack him on the side with your free hand.
"Okay, okay- I'm sorry," he chuckled, "but look at that lovely smile of yours it earned me. Can't be too sorry for that, can I?"
You felt your face heating, rolling your eyes at him. He squeezed your hand a little tighter.
"You're going to have to get used to my compliments sooner or later, dearest. Might as well suck it up because they shant be stopping any time soon. Now come, just a little further."
As you trudged further through the woods, you were stopped in your tracks by curls of steam bleeding through the trees.
"What is this Gale?"
"See for yourself," he smirked, leading you those last few steps to a small clearing where you finally saw what he'd been taking you to.
"Gale! Are these-" you gaped.
"If you were going to say hotsprings you'd be correct. Found these by accident while on a little walk the other night. Been trying to find some time to bring you here - no time like the present I'd say." Gale looked proud and slightly sheepish. "Now come on, we've waited long enough. Besides, I'm not outright saying you could really use a bath but uh-"
You whacked him once again, sending him into yet another fit of laughter, and threw a comment back about him not smelling much better.
You both began to strip, laying your clothes haphazardly on a nearby rock. As you stuck a toe in to gauge the temperature you let out a sigh in relief. Yes, this was exactly what you needed. Gale followed as you sank further in until all but your face was submerged.
"Oh, Gale. Thank you, this is wonderful."
Gale blushed, meeting your eyes shyly.
"Glad I could be of service. Although, if you really wanted to thank me..." he shot you a suggestive look.
You rolled your eyes at him again, but still pushed yourself off the edge to meet him. You ran your palms up his pecs to his neck, letting them rest there as you leaned in to kiss him. Gale sighed, wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you flush against him.
His hands began to wander as his lips plucked yours, fingers lowering to grope your ass. You couldn't help but arch against him at the sensation, your mound finding his already hardened length.
Gale gasped and panted into the kiss as you rolled your hips against him before finally sucking in a sharp breath and pulling away.
"Ah-ah, enough of that. Tonight is about you, my love," his eyes gleamed, lips swollen and panting lightly. "Now come here - bend over for me."
Gale didn't even give you the time to move on your own, grasping your hips and lifting you so that your torso and ass were out of the hotspring and on the ground next to it, face down. Your legs still dangled in the water as you gripped the grass for purchase.
"Fuck, look at you," he practically growled. He moved his hands to your ass, spreading your cheeks apart. You whimpered at the indignity of it, unable to help yourself but to buck back into him.
"Gale, please-" you sighed, "Need you now."
"You have me," he groaned. Those were the last words you heard from Gale before you felt him duck. You nearly jumped out of your skin when you felt his soft lips kiss over your clit, his breaths coming hot and harsher now, fanning over your cunt.
Gale flattened his tongue, dragging it down from your clit to your hole, then sweeping back up. He stopped to suck your clit between his lips, flicking his tongue over it in fast and practised motions. Ever the tease, Gale kept pausing to suck on your lips before contrasting by thrusting his tongue into your hole, licking in as far as he could reach.
The sounds emerging from behind you were downright sinful, Gale's wet slurping mixed with his nearly pained groans of pleasure from feasting on you like this.
He kept your lips spread open with his thumbs as his mouth suctioned in a soft pulsing rhythm against your puffy clit. Gale, as he always did, ate like a man starved. And, in that moment, all you could think about was how glad you were to be far enough from camp that your friends couldn't hear you wail.
Gale's name fell repeatedly from your lips like a prayer, only encouraging him to gorge more on your swollen cunt. Gale's repeated suckling at your clit had your stomach tensing, already feeling ecstasy building in your body and soul.
"Gale, Gale, gods please. I'm so close - please, please, don't stop,"
Gale nearly purred, the vibrations sinking right into your clit where he was lapping at it. And no, Gale did certainly not stop. Instead, he doubled down on his efforts, groaning, suckling and flicking at your poor swollen cunt.
All at once, the pleasure peaked, your vision filling with stars behind your eyes as you cried out for him, trembling and quaking into his ever-present hands. After a moment you had to nudge at him with your foot to get him to back off. From behind, you heard him let out the sexiest, breathless, rasp of a laugh you'd ever heard as he took in your boneless form.
"What did I tell you," he teased, "a practised tongue I have, indeed."
Gathering your strength, you pushed back to slip into the warmth of the hotspring once more, floating over to where Gale was perched cockily.
"Alright," you panted, pupils blown, "I'll give you that one."
Gale grinned, happily meeting you in another kiss. As your tongue swept against his you moaned at the subtle taste of yourself present there.
"Gale," you whined, hips rocking into his once more, fingers grasping his shoulders in an act of desperation.
"Yes, my love?" he interrupted the kiss to answer.
"Need you to fuck me, now. Don't hold back. Need all of you, I can take it."
Gale groaned, hands scooping under your thighs to bring your parted legs around his waist. You both gasped at the feeling of your sex against his, equally swollen and hot.
"Yes," Gale groaned, pushing so that your shoulder blades rested at the wall of the hotspring. He held your waist with one hand, the other coming to plant firmly next to your head - for leverage, you thought in a daze.
But you found it impossible to think for much longer when Gale pushed himself into you in one sweep, your aching cunt finally and so incredibly relievingly filled to the brim, his balls pressed flush to your ass.
You tipped your head back in overwhelming pleasure, preening at his attention. Gale tucked his face into your exposed neck, choosing to kiss and bite there as he began a steady rhythm, hips slapping crudely against yours. His hand at your hips moved up to pinch and swipe at your nipples, Gale groaning at the way the motion made you clench just that little bit harder around him.
Both of you found yourselves wordless, lost to a cacophony of moans, keens and whines. Gale rocked into you tirelessly, bouncing you off of his hips with each thrust.
Through the haze in your fucked-out mind you heard Gale groan your name - a mix of begging and warning.
"I'm close-" he huffed into your neck, "so fucking close. Where do you want me to come? Tell me-"
Gale's thrusts were getting more and more untamed and lust-driven as he drew close, fucking into you with wild abandon.
"Inside," you pleaded, "Inside, Gale - please. Oh, Gale, fuck-" you gasped, eyes screwed tight and mouth agape. " 'M gonna come-"
"Yes," he groaned, "That's it - good girl. Let me feel you. Come for me - come for me, my love."
You cried out his name once more as you let go, squirming and writhing against Gale's undivided attention. Gale, barely moments later, let out a cry himself before burying himself to the hilt as he filled you.
You both stayed like that for several moments - unmoving, basking in the feeling of eachother so intimately connected.
Gale was the first to move, pulling his head from where it rested at your clavicle to look into your dazed eyes.
Unable to control his tongue, as ever, Gale quipped a "Feeling better?" at you, making you laugh breathlessly. You reached up to grab the nape of his nape, guiding him down to kiss you.
"Thank you," you whispered between kisses, not needing to elaborate on why. Gale knew - he always knew.
"Always."
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heesbaby · 11 months
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under the influence - s.jh 18+
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✧ jake x female reader
✧ word count: 14.6k
✧ he was everything you weren't, but maybe jake could teach you a thing or two
✧ warnings: this is SMUT but like smut with a lot of plot,,, jake and reader are both a bit of assholes at the starts,,, ok so smut warnings are lots of messy kisses, grinding, reader kisses sunghoon once oopsies, throat fucking, oral (f receiving), multiple orgasms (f), protected sex for once i finally wrapped it up, squirting, finger sucking????, crying a bit but the good kind, lil sub drop i guess, v soft jake at the end!!!! I think that's it, they're a lil toxic but we love enemies to lovers
please let me know ur thoughts on this bc i spent weeeeeks writing it i hope u like it!!!!
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“Y/N, can you come down and help lay the table?” Your mum’s voice rang up the stairs, prompting you to throw down your book onto the bed and run to the kitchen. You were home for a few weeks on break from university and your parents had done everything possible to keep you occupied, it almost felt like you hadn’t had a break at all.
You still had a few more weeks at home before the new semester started, and being at home meant saving money so you just had to grit your teeth and deal with it. Even if that did mean cleaning the house multiple times a week per your mums request.
“Sure mum,” you said, picking up the cutlery she’d laid out. “How come there’s six sets? Are we having guests over?”
Your mum smiled at you, nodding her head as she stirred something on the stove, “you remember Mr and Mrs Sim right? You and their son Jake used to be friends before you left for university. They’re joining us tonight, Jake as well.”
Friends definitely wasn’t the word you’d use to describe you and Jake. Far from it, in fact. You and Jake had been forced to spend time with each other due to your parents close relationship, which meant that every family gathering brought the two of you together. You had learnt to tolerate him, but it didn’t mean you liked him by any means.
Jake was everything you weren’t, he was loud and cocky, he dropped out of university and spent his time making music in his best friends garage. They’d become somewhat successful, making enough to get by, but were still yet to break into the mainstream. Once you’d been curious and looked them up and were surprised by how good they sounded, Jake playing the drums whilst his friends Jay, Heeseung and Sunghoon took on other instruments.
If he wasn’t such an asshole then you might’ve like him, maybe even had a tiny crush on him, but his insufferable personality and lack of respect for you managed to turn you off completely. Jake was exactly the type of boy your parents urged you to stay away from, the type who had no clear path in life and spent his free time at clubs trying to pick up girls, which he was obviously successful at doing from the posts on his social media.
But to them, he was perfect. He managed to put on this pretty little act to charm them around enough so that they were convinced he was a suitable man for you. Even Jake’s own parents thought the world of him, seemingly blind to his sleazy ways.
And that’s why you hated him. He was a bad influence on the good reputation you were trying to uphold, the perfect grades you kept and the clean record. You knew that if you let him in for just a second then he would find a way to ruin you. It’s what he did with every other girl he met, why would you be any different? He’d never go for someone like you anyway, thats what you truly believed.
“Can you fucking believe they’re still buying his act?” You whined into your phone, lying flat on your stomach in your bed. Your best friend from university had called as soon as they saw your text complaining about Jake, allowing you to talk their ear off for a while.
“I mean, what has he actually done that’s so bad?” Sunoo replied, he’d never really seen the issue with Jake. Like yes he was a bit of a player, and yes he spent most of his time sitting around in Jay’s dingy garage smoking instead of getting a job. But he was still young, he was allowed to have his fun.
“Are you joking Sun?” You muttered in disbelief, “he’s an asshole! He does nothing with his life and spends all his money on cigarettes and drinks, yet my parents seem to think he’s wonderful! They’ve never praised me half as much as they praise him, a kid who is not even theirs.”
Sunoo giggled, “you’re being dramatic Y/N, your parents love you endlessly. But maybe they’re onto something, maybe you just need to let your hair down a little and be more like him for once. You’ve spent the last few years working your ass off at university, and now you’re on break and you haven’t done a single fun thing. Jake could show you how it’s done.”
“You’re actually sick in the head if you think I’d go anywhere with him, he’d probably leave me in the middle of a field somewhere to fend for myself,” you heard the doorbell go before some chatting started downstairs. “Fuck, I think they’re here. I’m going to have to go in a second.”
“Just think about what I said Y/N, I know you’ve had this vendetta against Jake all these years but maybe he’s not actually that bad when you get to know him properly,” Sunoo said, you could almost hear the teasing smile on his lips. “Plus, if you cosy up to him then you might be able to get in with Sunghoon. You’ve had the biggest crush on him for ages.”
“I hate you, I don’t fancy Sunghoon,” you dropped your head against the mattress, barely hearing as your door behind you creaked open the smallest amount. “I’ll be dead before I’m caught out with any of that lot, especially Jake.”
“That’s a funny way of saying you want to fuck him but whatever,” Sunoo rushed out. “Bye Y/N! Have fun!”
And before you could curse him out, he’d hung up the phone, leaving you frustrated. You had to face Jake now, you were just praying he wasn’t wearing his stupid signature outfit that looked a little too good on him. Today, God had not heard your prayers.
“So, Sunghoon huh?”
Your head whipped around to look behind you, your door now open as Jake stood leaning against the frame. He had his arms crossed over his chest, and of fucking course he was wearing the outfit you really hoped he wouldn’t.
Black jeans with rips over his knees and thighs, the material straining where his thick muscles tried to split through. And as much as you hated him, you couldn’t deny how enticing his thighs were. He’d paired it with a plain white t shirt, short sleeves to show off the few tattoos he had gained since the last time you’d seen him.
The main difference, however, was his hair. The usual dark brown short cut had gone, opting instead for a bleached blonde grown out look. It was bordering on a mullet, and it was the hottest thing you’d ever seen. You hated him for that.
“What the fuck Jake,” you didn’t bother to stand up yet. Staring back at the mattress to avoid looking at his body. “Don’t you know how to knock?”
“Why? Were you doing something you shouldn’t?” He teased, eyeing your body from where you lay. Your little skirt had ridden up enough that he caught a glimpse of the white lace panties you were wearing, if he had the balls he would’ve taken a photo to keep for later.
“Fuck off,” you muttered, finally standing up off the bed to face him. Even as he was hunched over a little, he almost towered over you now. Was it possible that he’d grown bigger in the last year? His arms had filled out, his chest had broadened as well.
“You’ve got such a dirty mouth,” he smiled, eyes flickering down to your crinkled shirt. “Don’t let your parents hear that, they might think you’re a bad influence on me.”
Jake stuck his bottom lip out in a mock pout, eyes wide to test your patience even more. You tried to move past him, but he just stepped to the side to block your way.
"Can you move? I’d rather not spend any more time with you than I need to,” you crossed your arms, looking up at him through your eyelashes. Jake faltered for a second, since when did you become kind of cute? He quickly regained his composure though, he wouldn’t let you have the upper hand.
“Say please,” he teased with a smirk making its way onto his lips. He felt like such a pervert, but he couldn’t help it when it came to you.
“Move,” you mumbled, diverting your eyes. “Please Jake.”
“Good girl,” he moved to the side, letting you slip past him into the hallway. Your mind was still reeling from the pet name when he leant down close to your ear, breath hot against your skin, “nice lace panties by the way, did you wear them for me?”
Your eyes widened, stepping away from him enough so that you could no longer feel his presence against you, “you’re a fucking creep Jake.”
“You were the one lying there with them on display, any man would’ve looked,” he defended, arms up in mock surrender. “You can’t blame me for trying.”
“Well don’t, I wouldn’t touch you with a ten foot pole.” You went to go to the stairs, already hearing the voices of Jake’s parents and yours in the kitchen.
“But you’d touch Sunghoon, right?” He rushed up behind you, slinging an arm over your shoulders as he walked with you down the stairs. You tried to shrug him off but he wouldn’t budge.
“Maybe I would, yeah,” you mumbled only loud enough for the two of you to hear since your parents were just behind the door. “Sunghoon would definitely know how to handle me.”
“Trust me darling,” Jake’s lips were so close to your ear that you could almost feel him. “Sunghoon wouldn’t know what to do with you.”
“And you would?” You raised an eyebrow, taking the opportunity to shrug his arm off you whilst he was in deep thought. And as sleazy as he was, as disgusting as he was, you couldn’t deny how attractive he had become in the last few years. Especially with that dumb blonde hair.
“Oh absolutely, I’ve got glowing reviews,” he grinned, shooting you a wink as you pulled a disgusted face. Because, although you knew he’d slept around a lot, you didn’t want to think about him and another woman. Jake pushed open the kitchen door where both your parents were already seated ready, letting you walk through first.
“There she is!” Jake’s dad smiled at you, “it’s good to see you Y/N.”
“You too Mr Sim,” you mumbled, taking one of the spare seats opposite your own parents. Jake slid in beside you, tucking his chair in to subtly move closer to yours. You had to fight the urge to roll your eyes.
“Jake never fails to mention how pretty you had become as you grew up,” his mum gushed, handing you the bowl of vegetables she had been taking from. “And I can see why! That new hair colour suits you so well, you’re glowing.”
“You’re too kind Mrs Sim,” you blushed under the compliments. You decided to brush over the fact that Jake had talked about you, you couldn’t dwell on that for too long.
“Serve me some?” The boy in question asked, nodding towards the bowl you held. You wanted to swear at him, tell him to serve his own stupid fucking vegetables, but with the watchful gaze of your parents making sure you upheld your reputation, you just smiled tightly and spooned on a decent portion.
Jake returned the favour, putting different foods onto your plates until the both of you had enough to feed a small family. Your parents always outdid it when the Sim’s came over, they tried to impress them. You thought it was a little pathetic.
“Thanks darling,” he whispered next to your ear, just out of range of your parents. The two pairs had already engaged into a conversation that you didn’t care for, leaving you and Jake in your own little bubble.
“Just eat your fucking food,” you sighed, shovelling a large forkful of carrots into your mouth to give you an excuse not to talk.
Jake sighed dramatically, bumping his knee against yours under the table, “what are we going to do about that foul mouth of yours, hm?”
“What are we going to do about that foul personality of yours,” you shot back. “Hm?”
Jake just smiled in return, not fazed by your constant jabs and complaints. It was as if he wanted that reaction from you, and it pissed you off. You would rather spend your night alone, bored out of your mind, than have to endure another minute with Jake Sim.
“So Y/N,” Jake’s mum called you out of your thoughts. “What’s your plans at the end of the break? You’re in your final year of university now, aren’t you?”
You put down your cutlery, glad to have the attention away from Jake and onto something you were actually passionate about; your studies.
“Yeah, I have about two months left before my finals start. Then after that I’ll be completely done with them,” you felt a hand creep its way onto your knee, making you jolt a little. A quiet huff of air came from Jake as he laughed at your reaction. “After that, I’m not entirely sure what I want to do. There are some grad schemes in the city that I want to apply for.”
“You’re not moving home?” Mr Sim asked curiously, he seemed very interested in your career. And he was, he’d never gotten to experience that with Jake, his own son had chosen a very different path to you and he missed out on the feeling of having his child go off to find themselves out in the world. Maybe that’s why Jake’s parents liked you so much, you were like the child they’d always wanted in a way.
That’s not to say they didn’t treasure Jake, because they did, but he wasn’t choosing the direction they’d hoped. And as much as they tried to understand, they couldn’t see the appeal of his music career that only just allowed him to pay his way.
“I don’t think so,” you took a quick glance at your parents. They knew this already, but they were still a little hurt from it. They knew it was what you wanted, but they weren’t quite ready to let you go completely. “There’s no opportunities for me here, plus I have friends out there. Everyone I used to know here has moved on, so it’s time that I did as well.”
Jake squeezed your knee, a small frown on his lips, but you didn’t notice it. You were spending too much energy trying not to react to his touch whilst simultaneously answering his parents questions.
“What about you Jake?” You dad asked, jolting the boy from his thoughts, “you never thought about moving away?”
“Hmm,” he leaned back in his chair, resting his arms behind his head and finally letting go of your knee. You wouldn’t admit that you missed the comforting feeling, “me and the boys discussed it before. It all depends on if we get signed to a label, if so then I’d follow that wherever it took me.”
“Doesn’t Jay’s dad own some big music company out in the states?” Jake’s dad asked, loading more food onto his plate. You shook your head politely when he offered you some more, however Jake took the food from him and placed a few spoonful’s onto your own plate.
“Eat up,” he commanded softly. And you didn’t know if it was the gesture of him giving you food, or if it was the assertive tone, but you didn’t hesitate to take another mouthful. “His dad offered us a deal, but it wasn’t our style. If we’re going to do this, we want to be authentic. We don’t want to become a western pop group like everyone else out there.”
“I’m sure something will come along soon,” your mum piped up with a bright smile. She always did have a soft spot for Jake. “Your friend Jungwon works in music production, doesn’t he Y/N? Maybe you could get him to ask around.”
“Jungwon?” Jake mumbled, the name sounded familiar.
“Hmm, yeah he’s a first year at my university. I was his mentor when he started, pretty sure his family are big in the industry,” you shrugged nonchalantly.
“Are we talking about Yang Jungwon?” Jake’s mum asked, prompting a nod from you as you finished up the vegetables Jake served you. You tried so hard to ignore the very quiet ‘good girl’ that he whispered to you, not giving any reaction.
“He’s incredibly well know, he blew up online for his music,” Jake’s mum continued. “His mum owns a record label, they signed a tonne of new artists recently.”
“Well there you go,” you mum butted in. “Y/N, tell them about Jake and his band, maybe they’d want to sign him.”
You weren’t sure about that, not after all the times you’d shit talked Jake to Jungwon. But before you could reply, Jake did for you.
“There’s no need for that, I want this to happen naturally. I don’t need help getting a label,” he sighed heavily. “I hate having things handed to me on a plate.”
And that shut that conversation down. Your parents dropped it, giving Jake a tentative look before engaging in conversation with his parents, leaving the two of you back in your little bubble. Jake held a frown on his lips, not daring to meet your eyes even when you turned to face him.
“I’m going now,” he mumbled to you before standing up and turning to your parents. “Thanks for dinner, I’ve got to head off now.”
Before anyone could question him, he’d walked out of the kitchen and straight out the front door. He let it shut loudly behind him, the atmosphere now becoming still and choking. You felt awkward, halfway between leaving to go and find him or never wanting to see him again.
You stood up yourself, tucking your chair in, “I’m going to head to bed now.” It was only nine o’clock. “Thanks for dinner mum, and it was great to see your Mr and Mrs Sim.”
And you were out of there quicker than they could speak, only stopping once you’d shut your bedroom door behind you. You leaned against it, resting your head back and sighing. You felt bad for Jake, and you didn’t really know why. There was no reason for you to care about him, not now after the way you’d treated him for years.
On your bed, your phone chimed. You’d left it there during dinner and there were a few messages from your friends as well as one new text from Jake. You’d forgotten you still had his number, you’d assumed he’d changed it years ago but of course it was still the same. You laid down on your stomach again, propping yourself up on your elbows before opening his text.
Jake: Sorry for leaving abruptly.
Sorry? Since when had Jake Sim ever been sorry for his actions? You went to type a reply but the three little dots appeared on his side, signalling that he was about to send another.
Jake: Spending time with my parents feels suffocating.
Y/N: It’s ok, I understand.
If Jake was being civil over text, the least you could do was return the energy. There was a tiny part of you that waited with baited breath for his next message. It was a very small part of you, and you didn’t want to explore that.
Jake: I wanted to spend some more time with you though.
And there it was, his usually flirty self. If you didn’t know any better, then that message might’ve made you smile.
Jake: I’ll pick you up in an hour?
Y/N: Why? For what?
He read your message straight away, it’s almost as if he was waiting for you to text. And so you did the same, keeping the screen open to wait for the three little dots to appear.
Jake: My friends having a party, you’re coming with me.
Y/N: Why would I do that?
Jake: Because you need to have some fun before you go back to university, and I need to get fucked up.
Y/N: Why do I have to be there for that? You’ve got friends.
Jake: Sunghoon will be there.
Y/N: I don’t give a fuck about Sunghoon.
Jake: Tsch, we need to sort out that dirty mouth of yours.
Jake: I’ll pick you up in an hour.
Jake: Wear that skirt you had on at dinner.
And you were about to protest, you really were, you had the text message all typed out. But then you remembered Sunoo’s words, him telling you that you needed to go and have some fun, him telling you that Jake could be the one to help you do that. You deleted the message, throwing your phone to the side and sighing. You knew it was a bad idea, but for once in your life you wanted to do something without thinking about the consequences.
So instead of dwelling on it, instead of overthinking, you searched your closet for a cute top to match your little black skirt and reapplied your makeup. You found yourself thinking about whether Jake would prefer lipstick or lip gloss. You decided gloss was the safer option anyway, plus it smelt of vanilla and who wouldn’t want that?
Before you knew it, the hour had passed and you’d received a text from Jake saying he was parked outside. Your parents were still in the kitchen with Jake’s, conversing the night away, they wouldn’t even notice you leave. So you slipped on some shoes, tucking your phone and lip gloss into a little bag and sneaking past the kitchen to the front door.
You debated taking a coat, your thin top wouldn’t do much to keep your warm, but decided against it. You would probably end up losing it anyway. You shut the door gently behind you, squinting in the dark to see Jake’s car pulled up a few metres down the road. His window was rolled down, one arm resting out of it as he waited for you, scrolling through his phone.
Approaching his car, each step made you a little more nervous. Should you have put your hair up? Did you put on too much makeup? Was your skirt too short? But all of that faded as soon as Jake looked up at you, his eyes widening slightly at the sight.
“Fuck,” he mumbled under his breath. He popped open the door for you to the passenger side, pushing it open so you could hop in. “You look hot Y/N.”
You sat down, not daring to look over at him, “don’t flirt with me Jake.” You buckled your seatbelt, only then allowing yourself to look at him. He was in the same outfit from earlier, the addition of a few necklaces and rings joining it, and his hair was pushed back slightly to show his forehead.
“But you make it so easy to,” he replied, starting the car’s engine before pulling off down the road. “Do your parents know where you’re off to?”
“They won’t even realise I’m gone,” you sighed. You didn’t mean for that to sound sad but the way Jake glanced over at you, brows furrowed, told you that it had. “I just mean that they’ll probably assume I’m asleep anyway.”
Jake nodded, dropping the subject. In all honesty, as much as your parents cared for you, it seemed like you were just an afterthought in their life. You’d spent your whole school life trying to impress them, constantly coming top of the class and participating in every extracurricular activity you could. But still, it wasn’t enough. You couldn’t remember the last time they’d told you they were proud of you, they just accepted your achievements and moved on.
“What about yours? Will they not worry when they see you’re not home?” You broke the silence, the quiet music playing from his speakers wasn’t enough to fill the awkwardness.
“I don’t live with them anymore,” he replied simply. “Moved out a few months ago to live with Heeseung and his brother.”
“Oh,” was all you said, mouth falling closed. You hadn’t realised that he earnt that much money, enough to move out independently. Maybe his music was going better than intended.
Jake sighed loudly, turning the volume down until the music was silenced, “I’m sorry for being blunt earlier, the whole music thing is a touchy subject.”
“It’s ok, I get it. My mum shouldn’t have tried to butt in, it’s not her place to,” you said, turning to face him. Jake’s eyes stayed trained on the road ahead, but you swore you could see a small smile dancing at the corners of his lips, “I hope I’m not overstepping, but if you are ever interested, then Jungwon is a good guy, his style is similar to yours so I’m sure he’d love to help you out.”
You expected to be shut down, for that smile to leave, but it only widened, “you listen to our music, huh?”
“You’re insufferable,” you said exasperatedly. You shifted to lean back in your seat again, staring out the window instead of at him. Jake laughed softly, his hand leaving the gearstick to, once again, rest on your knee. The warmth of his palm against you was enough to send a shiver up your spine, especially with how his large hand engulfed you.
“I’m just teasing,” he squeezed you gently. “Thank you though, maybe I’ll shoot Jungwon a message sometime. I debate just selling myself out to those western companies just so I can leave this fuckass town.”
“Don’t do that,” you placed your hand over his tentatively. Jake flipped his over, locking his fingers with yours and holding your hand over your thigh. You didn’t want to read into that too much as usual. “You’ll make it big, don’t lose yourself in the process of it.”
“Thanks darling,” and there he was. Jake’s flirty personality was back. “So, rules for tonight.”
“Rules?” You scoffed, removing your hand from his. You hadn’t even realised you were still holding it.
“Yes rules,” he started, reluctantly taking his hand away from your thigh. “If you’re coming to a party with me then I need you to follow some things.”
“Ah I forgot, Mr Jake Sim has a reputation to uphold, right?” You felt offended, but what else could you expect from him. He wasn’t bringing you along because he liked you, he was bringing you purely for his own benefit.
“One, don’t leave your drink unattended,” he started, ignoring your previous statement.
“Well obviously, I’m old enough Jake, I know how parties work.”
Jake rolled his eyes, “two, don’t hook up with anyone, and definitely don’t go home with anyone. I’ll drive you home later.”
“You’re joking right?” You replied, offended at his words.
“Does it look like I’m laughing?” His lips were pressed into a straight line, he definitely wasn’t laughing. But neither were you.
“So why are you allowed to hook up with people and I’m not?” You said, rolling your eyes.
“Who said I was going to hook up with anyone?” Jake pulled up at the side of the road, in the distance you could see the party had already started at a small house where music was thumping through the walls, “final rule, don’t do anything I wouldn’t.”
This time you really did laugh, “so what I’m hearing is, I can do whatever I want?”
“Just be careful Y/N,” Jake’s sigh went unnoticed by you as he stepped out of the car. You followed, joining him on the sidewalk and straightening out your skirt. His hand went to reach for yours but he hesitated, letting it fall back to his side instead.
“Who’s going to be there?” You asked, suddenly becoming nervous as you reached closer to the house. You didn’t know anyone around here anymore, except Jake of course. And when he inevitably left you later on to go hook up with someone, you wanted to at least know someone.
“Jay, Heeseung and Hoon are here, I think Hee’s brother also came too,” Jake replied. “Pretty sure Minjun and her friends are here too, you remember her right?”
You faltered in your step, recovering quick enough so that Jake didn’t notice. Of fucking course she was here, you’d spent the last few years trying to forget her and yet she had found a way back into your life as she always did.
“Yeah, I remember,” you mumbled. On the outside it seemed like you two had been friends, you’d stuck together throughout school until you left for university. But she was never your friend, she’d used you to get what she wanted and then discarded you. Minjun had always wanted what you had, any guy that had ever shown an interest she had taken for herself. And Jake wasn’t an exception.
However, Jake had played Minjun at her own game. She had used you to get close to him, knowing that your families were friends and using any excuse to visit if she knew Jake was there. And eventually it worked, she got what she wanted and hooked up with Jake.
But that wasn’t enough, she wanted Jake completely. And if anyone knew anything about Jake Sim, it was that he definitely did not date. So when Jake had told her no, that he only wanted her for a one night stand and that was it, Minjun was mad. Mad at Jake and mad at you. You didn’t know why, it wasn’t as if you controlled Jake, but from then on she was the most vile person you’d ever met. So when the time came for you to leave for university, you had no problem blocking her number and cutting her out of your life.
Minjun seemed to accept that, she hadn’t made an effort to contact you and vice versa. All those years of ‘friendship’ meant nothing to her. However, she had still tried her hardest to pursue Jake. She saw him as a challenge, one that she was never going to win, but a challenge she would never give up on.
Of course Jake couldn’t care less, he’d gotten what he wanted and that was that. He was pretty good at ignoring her advances, sometimes he’d let her get a little handsy at a party only to shut her down ten minutes later to see the anger on her face. Maybe that was a dick move on his behalf, but he didn’t really care. Jake didn’t care for many people, the only opinions that mattered to him were of his bandmates and you. Not that he’d have told you that.
“Do you guys stay in touch, you used to be so close,” he asked, the two of you reaching the front garden of the house.
“No,” you sighed. “And I’d rather not speak to her if possible, so please don’t try and reintroduce us.”
Jake was taken aback, confused even. He knew that Minjun and him had history, but he didn’t know that you had too. He’d always assumed you’d stayed in touch, although he wasn’t really in the position to ask that to either of you. Minjun and him only talked when he was rejecting her, and you only spoke to Jake when your parents forced you.
“Noted,” Jake pulled the door open to the house, the loud music immediately enveloping your senses as you winced a little. He leant down to your ear, placing a hand on the small of your back, “Jay said they’re in the kitchen, let’s go and get a drink first, yeah?”
You nodded, ignoring how his hand was pressed onto the sliver of skin that was not covered just above your skirt. Jake led you through the crowds, it wasn’t so busy that you’d get lost but there was at least thirty to forty people crowded in the living room and kitchen area of the house. A few people greeted you both as you weaved your way through, some old faces you hadn’t seen in years, Jake’s hand never once leaving your back.
The only time it did was when you reached the kitchen, Jake automatically letting you go to greet his friends before returning to your side, “guys, you remember Y/N right?
Immediately all three pairs of eyes were on you, flicking up and down your body. If it wasn’t for Jake gently nudging you forward, you might’ve run away there and then. Jay was the first to step forward, a warm smile on his face as he wrapped an arm over your shoulder to give you a side hug.
“It’s been a while, huh?” He said, Jay was always kind to you. You’d never been friends, but he was the type to be sweet to everyone. It was nice to see that he hadn’t changed. “You look so different now, Jake never told us you got so pretty.”
“So you’re saying I wasn’t always pretty?” You teased, trying to ignore the fact that Jake talked about you to them. Jay laughed along with you before you went to greet the other two boys, Sunghoon last.
As much as you denied it, you really did have a small crush on Sunghoon. The way his eyes focused on you, hanging on to every word you said as you spoke to the other boys, was intoxicating. He made you feel like you were the only one in the room, and you hadn’t spoken to him yet.
“Hi Sunghoon,” you mumbled, finally turning to him. The others were deep into a conversation now, however Jake kept one ear tuned in to whatever you were saying. “It’s good to see you.”
“Likewise sweetheart,” he leant against the counter. “You really do look good, but I am surprised you came along tonight. Don’t usually see you at parties, even when you are in town.”
“It’s not usually my scene,” you replied. Sunghoon’s eyes dropped to your lips as you spoke, you tried hard not to let that effect you as much as it did.
“Well I’m glad you decided to come today, can I make you a drink?” He asked, gesturing to the countertop on the other side of the kitchen that was filled with various drinks. You nodded, following him over there so that you could direct him on what you wanted. You settled on just vodka and a mixer, letting Sunghoon choose that part.
The other boys were still on the other side of the kitchen, but considering there was only around ten people in there you were sure Jake wouldn’t mind you being alone with Sunghoon. He’d only said not to hook up with anyone, he never said anything about hanging out with them.
“Jakey! I knew you’d be here somewhere!”
“Oh for fucks sake,” Sunghoon mumbled. He had his back leant up against the counter as you stood in front of him, a little closer than necessary, your back to the rest of the house. He was looking at something over your head, a roll of his eyes before he met your gaze again. “The parties are always great until Minjun turns up.”
“Oh,” you mumbled, about to turn around and catch sight of her. Sunghoon quickly grabbed your arm though, gently pulling you until you were almost pressed against him. He parted his legs so that you stood between them a little, his grip loosening.
“Don’t even bother looking, I know she was a bitch to you,” he said sincerely. “I’d rather you not have to put up with her this evening.”
You nodded, taking a large gulp of your drink, “how’d you know she was a bitch to me? I don’t think I ever told anyone about that.”
Sunghoon smiled softly at you, “anyone who paid any attention would’ve seen. You remember how she bought the same dress as you for prom when we were like sixteen and didn’t tell you until the day before, telling you that you needed to change yours.”
You widened your eyes, “how the fuck did you find that out?”
“Because,” he wrapped an arm around your waist and held you a bit closer to him. “Minjun had no shame telling everyone about it, I was so mad that you missed prom because of her. I wish you’d been there though, the look on her face when Jake rejected her offer of being his date to prom was amazing.”
You huffed out a quiet laugh, even when he wasn��t trying to, Jake still seemed to make things better. You never realised that Sunghoon knew, did that mean the others did as well? It made you feel pathetic.
Whilst your conversation with Sunghoon was going on, Jake was watching from afar. Minjun was talking his ear off about something he really had no cares about, if she stopped for one second then maybe she would’ve noticed how Jake had no interest whatsoever.
“Are you even listening to me?” She asked exasperatedly. Jake didn’t even bother tearing his eyes away from you and Sunghoon, Minjun’s eyes followed his line of sight as she spotted you across the room. You were laughing along to something Sunghoon had said, and Jake smiled softly seeing you happy. Minjun hated it.
“I didn’t know she was back,” Minjun said, finally catching Jake’s attention. She raised an eyebrow at him, “bit ironic how she’s about to hook up with your friend whilst you’re the one pining over her. Usually it’s the other way around for you, isn’t it Jakey?”
“What the actual fuck is your problem,” he snapped, slamming his cup down on the counter. Heeseung noticed the change in atmosphere, stepping forward a little to make a move if he needed to. “I’ve told you so many times Minjun, just leave me the fuck alone. I’m sick of seeing your face, I don’t want you, I never have. Go find someone else to leech off of.”
“You’re an asshole Jake,” Minjun spat. “No wonder Y/N tries to stay as far away from you as possible. You know, she’s always hated you. Thought you were stuck up, wasting yourself on a shitty music dream that would never happen. Who’s to say that isn’t still what she thinks.”
Minjun downed the last of her drink, throwing the cup on the side and storming out of the kitchen, leaving Jake standing there speechless. Of course he couldn’t believe a word that came out of her mouth, but he wondered if there was some truth behind it.
Jake knew you didn’t particularly like him, but he assumed it was harmless jokes. At least to him it always had been, but maybe you really did dislike him. He’d never actually stopped to think that it was true, and now he had he couldn’t get that thought out of his head.
He could see why you liked Sunghoon instead. Yes he was in the band, but he was smart and he had so much else going for him. Sunghoon attended online classes, still studying for a degree even though music was his real dream. He had a good family, a decent amount of money in the bank, and on top of that he was a good guy.
“You alright man?” Jay broke him away from his thoughts, placing a hand on his shoulder.
“Yeah, all good,” he replied tightly. “You know what she’s like, full of shit as usual.”
“She always has been,” he agreed, leaning back next to Jake. Heeseung had gone off to find some other friends when he realised Minjun had left. “Hoon looks like he’s super into Y/N, he’s not taken his eyes off of her all night.”
“It’s only been ten minutes,” Jake shot back. He couldn’t deny the truth though, and the truth was that Sunghoon was definitely into you. The way his hand rested on the small of your back, the same place Jake’s had been only moments before as he led you through the house, the way his eyes clung on to every word you spoke and he nodded along animatedly. If he wasn’t one of his best friends, Jake would’ve knocked him out.
And he tried to ignore it, he really did, but when Sunghoon leant down close to whisper something in your ear he almost lost it. The way you giggled, shaking your head at the other boy with a wide smile told Jake everything he needed to know. You definitely wanted Sunghoon. And Jake hated that.
“You know, Jake hasn’t taken his eyes off you this whole time,” Sunghoon mumbled into your ear. “I think he’s a little jealous.”
You rolled your eyes, “what would he be jealous about? Jake literally hates me, he makes it his own personal goal to irritate me any moment he can.”
“You’ve got it all wrong,” Sunghoon squeezed your waist lightly, making you huff out a laugh at how it tickled you. “He’s got that dumb mindset that if he teases you then that will show you that he likes you.”
“I think you’ve got it all wrong,” you replied. “Jake’s just a family friend, nothing more. We only know each other because of our parents, I really don’t think he cares about me beyond the point of the bare minimum.”
“Want to prove it?” He asked, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. You frowned, prove it how? Jake would never admit to having any sort of feelings for you beyond annoyance.
“What sort of stupid ideas are you thinking of?” You asked, raising an eyebrow at him.
“Can I kiss you?” Sunghoon asked, leaning down closer to you. His arm tightened around your waist whilst his other dropped his cup on the counter. He grabbed yours, placing it down as well so that you were both free of constraints, “put your arms around my neck sweetheart.”
And maybe you were a little tipsy, or just a bit stupid, because you followed his instructions, wrapping your arms around his neck to bring the two of you closer yet, his nose bumping against yours.
As much as you didn’t really have genuine feelings for Sunghoon, you did find him attractive. And you’d be crazy to reject kissing someone like Sunghoon, especially when he was handing the opportunity out for you on a platter.
“Hurry up,” you whined, you could feel his breath on your lips and it was driving you insane. “You’re edging me here.”
Sunghoon chuckled softly, “that’s Jakes job.” And before you could reply with something witty, he was pulling you closer to him and pressing his lips against yours. He didn’t let it go far, just a simple kiss, but it felt like you’d been kissing for hours. Especially with how you could feel Jake’s eyes on your back, burning holes into you.
Kissing Sunghoon was good, it felt nice. But it wasn’t special, and no matter how attractive you found him, he wasn’t who you really wanted to be kissing. With that realisation, you pulled away from him, eyes wide as you caught Sunghoon’s gaze.
“Not bad sweetheart,” he mumbled, pressing one last kiss to your lips. “Jake’s going to be a lucky guy.”
You rolled your eyes yet again, finally loosening your grip on Sunghoon’s neck and stepping back a little. Sunghoon’s eyes flickered behind you briefly, a small smile on his face when you felt a hand wrap around your wrist, tugging you back.
You turned around, tracing the hand up to Jake’s face where his expression was unimpressed. You pouted out your bottom lip, confused as to what he was trying to do. He pulled you again, far enough that Sunghoon’s hands fell from your waist.
“What the fuck are you doing?” He spat, staring at Sunghoon, not you.
“Calm down Jake, we’re just having fun,” Sunghoon looked down at you, winking quickly.
“I told you to stay the fuck away from her,” he replied harshly, tugging you back once again until you felt his chest against your back. “But you just had to go and piss me off, didn’t you?”
Sunghoon held his hands up in mock surrender, the smile on his lips showing that he wasn’t intimidated by Jake’s words, “woah, it’s all fun and games here Jake. Don’t get mad.”
“I wouldn’t have to if you just fucked off,” he spat. You hadn’t ever really seen Jake angry before, but from the small amount you’d just seen you knew you didn’t really want to see that. He was scary when he wanted to be.
“Jake, don’t be mad,” you mumbled, tugging on the arm that was holding you. “We were just messing about, nothing serious.”
He looked down at you, a frown still on his lips, “just messing about? I told you not to hook up with anyone tonight.”
“And I’m not going to,” you whined, earning a raised eyebrow in response. “It meant nothing, right Sunghoon?”
The other boy just smiled, he’d gotten the exact reaction from Jake that he was hoping for. All he had to do now was hope for Jake to admit his feelings, then his job would be done, “it meant absolutely nothing. Look, you definitely got insanely hot in the last few years, but I’m not a homewrecker. I’d never overstep boundaries.”
“What boundaries?” You asked, feeling how Jake was subtly moving you further behind him so that his shoulder was wedged in front of you.
“Bro code and all that, I’d never go after your girl Jake,” he grabbed his drink from the counter. “I’ll leave you guys to it, was nice seeing you Y/N.”
Sunghoon slid off between the crowds of people that seemed to have grown all of a sudden, shooting you a quick wink as he did so. You weren’t really sure what his goal was, but if it was to piss off Jake then it had definitely worked. He didn’t look at you, instead he stared down at his feet with a deep set frown on his face.
“Are you mad?” You asked quietly, this time you were the one tugging on his arm.
Jake didn’t reply, he just stood there as you waited for some form of response. You pulled him a bit harder, bringing him so that he was facing you now, his back against the counter top.
“I’m not mad,” he sighed, leaning his head back as he took a few deep breaths. “Not mad at you anyway, I’m a little mad at Sunghoon though.”
“I let him kiss me though, I’m sorry if that annoyed you. I shouldn’t have kissed one of your friends,” you said. Maybe you hadn’t technically broken a rule tonight by only kissing someone, but there must’ve been some unspoken rule about making out with their best friends. Maybe you had overstepped the mark a bit there.
“It’s not the fact that you kissed one of my friends Y/N,” Jake reached a hand out, tugging you closer to him. You were back in the same position that you and Sunghoon had been in earlier, his arm wrapping around your waist as you stood a little too close between his parted legs. “It’s the fact that you kissed someone that wasn’t me.”
“Someone that wasn’t you?” You echoed, letting the words sink in. Did that mean he wanted you to kiss him? Or was this his weird way of confessing? Whatever it was, you were confused.
“Fuck Y/N, I don’t know how to say this without you thinking I’m insane,” he laughed softly, holding your waist with both hands. “I like you, always have. But I was convinced you hated me, and I’m pretty sure you still do. I thought I could ignore it, but seeing you with someone else fucking hurt. So even if you don’t feel the same way, please do me a favour and let me down gently.”
Did you feel the same way? Suddenly you were now looking at the guy who had spent the last few years of his life teasing you, irritating you, and he was now confessing his feelings. What did you feel? You couldn’t deny that Jake was attractive, you’d known that from the start, but you’d never actually thought of him in a way more than that.
“I don’t know what to say,” you confessed, however with each moment your body leant into his hold more and more. “I’ve never really thought about it, thought about us. I was convinced you hated me too.”
Jake laughed softly, “far from it Y/N. It’s ok if you don’t have an answer, I’ve waited a long time, I can continue to wait.”
But for some reason, seeing Jake like this, vulnerable and open, made you like him more. The way the dim lighting of the kitchen splashed a warm glow over his cheeks, his lips glossy and eyes wide, made you yearn to reach forward and kiss him. He was undeniably pretty, and in that moment you really wanted him.
“Jake?” You asked softly, earning a hum in response as his fingers danced across your waist, “I think I might be able to give you an answer if you kiss me.”
The words were out before you could think too much, a smile tugging at the corners of Jake’s lips. He responded by pulling you flush against him, the rest of the party long forgotten. Sunghoon was out of your mind, Minjun too, the only thing you could think about was Jake. And at that moment, before he’d even kissed you, your mind had been made up. There was a part of you that did like him, always had, and you were now willing to explore it.
“Are you sure darling?” He asked, breath fanning over your lips from the proximity.
“So sure,” you replied, reaching closer and wrapping your arms around his neck to provoke him. And Jake was already a weak man, but he was extra weak for you, tugging you towards him and pressing his lips to yours.
It felt so different to kissing Sunghoon, Jake’s body was soft and so incredibly warm. His hands pressed into your back, pulling you closer towards him and keeping your chest pushed up against his. Jake’s lips were soft too, and he tasted sweet, the remnants of whatever he was drinking still lingering on his tongue when he eventually pushed it past your own lips.
You were conscious that you were in public, not letting him get too carried away as he tried to kiss you deeper with each movement. You had to be strong as you pulled away, the urge to reattach your mouth with his prevalent and overwhelming. Jake chased your lips, pressing a few more pecks to them as you relaxed against him.
“Never want to stop kissing you,” he mumbled, pressing a few to your cheeks and forehead when you pulled away completely. Jake kissed your lips one last time before he leant back against the counter, lips shiny and plump. You had to look away to stop you from leaning in for more.
“Jake,” you whined, staring up at him through your eyelashes. “I’m pretty sure I know my answer.”
“And what’s that darling?” He asked, one hand coming up to brush some hair out of your face before resting against your cheek. You leant into the touch, eyes fluttering closed briefly.
“I like you too,” you kissed his palm that held your cheek. “I like kissing you, talking to you, being with you. I didn’t really notice it until now, but I think about you a lot. So if you’re serious about giving this a try, then so am I.”
He tried to keep it cool, he really did, but the wide grin that spread across his face was impossible to hide. He tugged you forward, crushing you against his chest in a tight hug as he peppered kisses across your face, making his way back to your lips.
“You don’t know how happy that makes me,” he mumbled against them.
“Really?” You asked, struggling to hide your own smile now as he nudged his nose against yours.
“Really,” Jake kissed you softly before finally pulling back, hands finding your own and locking your fingers together. “Let’s get you another drink, yeah? I still haven’t had a chance to dance with you.”
You nodded, holding on to Jake’s arm as he made a drink for you, throwing some random things in until you had a pink looking concoction in your hands. Jake grinned widely, gesturing at the drink.
“Try it, tell me what you think,” you nodded, taking a large sip from your drink. You were pleasantly surprised, giving Jake a smile of approval as he downed his own drink, leaning his head back slightly with his eyes closed. You must’ve been slightly tipsy because you thought he was the most attractive man in the world at that point, you couldn’t tear your eyes away.
“It’s good,” you knocked back the remaining few sips and placed the cup back on the counter. Jake took your hand in his, tugging you away from the kitchen and into the living room area. You passed Jay and Sunghoon on the way, the two of them giving you a knowing look, a blush spreading across your cheeks at the implication. The fact you had been making out with Sunghoon only moments before, and now he was watching you cosy up to Jake, was a little unnerving. But it didn’t matter, Jake was the one you were going home with tonight.
Jake dragged you into the crowd of people, it seemed that more had arrived in the last few moments and the house was getting busy. Jake put his hands on your hips, a lazy smile on his lips when you were pushed forward closer to him. He wrapped an arm around you protectively, keeping you close to his chest and away from other bodies dancing.
“Put your arms around me,” he said, dipping his head down close to your ear. “Dance with me baby.”
And in order to hide the blush that was spreading across your cheeks, you hid your face against his chest as you swayed your hips against his. Jake’s hands guided you, pulling you against him in just the right way so that as much of your body was touching as possible. One leg slotted between yours, pulling you impossibly close to him, his thigh flexing underneath you.
If you weren’t already turned on, you definitely were now with how his thigh pressed against you just right. Almost as if Jake knew that, he pushed your hips down further so that you were basically seated on his thigh, leaning all your weight onto him.
You bought your head up from his chest, locking eyes with him and noticing the smirk that crept onto the corner of his lips. He knew exactly what he was doing.
Jake leant down again, pressing a kiss to your cheek right by your ear, “feel good darling?” He punctuated his words with a bounce of his leg, rubbing against your core roughly. In response you gripped onto his shoulders tightly, a soft whine falling from your lips.
You pressed you mouth to his neck, feeling him swallow harshly when you kissed gently at the base of his throat, “feels so good Jake.”
“Fucking hell Y/N,” he groaned, rocking your hips against his thigh. “You’re killing me here.”
You leant your head back, eyes closed as you lost yourself in the feeling of Jake against you, he never once stopped his ministrations as he bought one hand up to your hair. Jake wrapped his fingers through your hair, tugging your head back up to look at him before bringing your lips together again.
This time you let him go as far as he wanted to, immediately letting his tongue into your mouth messily as his fingers tightened in your hair. You whined into his mouth, hips chasing his thigh as he flexed it underneath you and held you tight against him.
Jake pulled back, tugging on your bottom lip with a moan tumbling past his own lips. He licked over your bottom lip to soothe it, sucking the skin back into his mouth before pulling away fully. He pressed his forehead to yours, eyes lidded but he couldn’t tear his gaze away from the way you were panting heavily and gazing at him with wide eyes.
His hand left your hair, slipping down to your shoulder and further to your hand where he intertwined your fingers together, “please tell me if this is too forward.” He mumbled, not once shifting his eyes from yours, “but I’d really like to take you back to mine.”
You breathed out a laugh, nodding your head, “unless you want me to pounce on you in the middle of this living room, I think we should go back to yours.”
“Didn’t know you were so needy baby,” he smiled, slowly stepping away from you so that you were standing on your own. You couldn’t bare to look down at his thigh, you knew it would be stained with your arousal.
“It’s your fault,” you pouted your bottom lip out, letting Jake tug you through the crowds of people and out the front door. He led you towards his car, opening the door for you before going around to the driver’s side. “Are you sure you can drive?”
“I only had one drink, the other was just water,” he said, looking over at you. “I promise I’m fine.”
You nodded, you were sure Jake held his alcohol better than you anyway. You’d only had two drinks and you were already feeling a little tipsy. Jake smiled, leaning over to kiss you quickly before grabbing your seatbelt and pulling it over, buckling you in safely.
Jake drove off fast, eager to get you back to his as he ran through a red light, “are you sure it’s ok for me to come over?” You asked him, watching his side profile as the streetlights cast a warm glow across his features.
“Heeseung and his brother won’t be home for hours, if they even come home at all tonight,” Jake replied, keeping his eyes on the road as he neared his neighbourhood. “Even if they were home, you’d still be welcome over. Don’t worry about it.”
You just hummed in response, leaning over and placing a hand on his thigh gently. Jake let out a loud sigh, eyes glancing down at your hand quickly before he returned his eyes to the road.
“Just hold on two minutes baby, we’re almost there, you can wait right?” And although your touch was completely innocent, to see that it was affecting Jake this much gave you the biggest ego boost. You giggled quietly, removing your hand and watching as he relaxed into his seat a little more.
He pulled up outside a small house, cutting his lights before jumping out the car and running around to your side before you even had a chance to open your door yourself. You giggled, letting him take your hand and help you out of the car and towards the front door.
His hands found your waist again as he fumbled around in the dim lighting to open the door, pushing the two of you through it and stumbling on the front step.
“You’re eager,” you laughed, turning around to face him as he locked the door.
Jake just smiled, wrapping his arms around you fully, “only when it comes to you.” He kissed you, pushing you backwards and reached around blindly for the door of his bedroom. You giggled into the kiss, pulling away enough to turn around and open the door, Jake following close behind you until you were both stood in his bedroom.
Now that you were there, alone together, it started to sink in what you were actually about to do. You wanted this just as much as he did, but it didn’t stop you from feeling nervous at the prospect. What happened afterwards, would he kick you out straight away or would he wait until morning to tell you it was just a one night thing?
“I can see the little cogs going around in your head,” Jake said, tugging you back towards him and wrapping his hands around your lower back. “Tell me what’s going on up there.”
“Just nervous is all,” you replied, tugging your bottom lip between your teeth.
“We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to, I don’t mind just hanging out,” he said sincerely. “Just spending time with you is enough for me.”
“You mean that? This isn’t just a one-time thing?”
“Is that what you think?” He asked softly, looking at you with so much conviction that you felt like crying all of a sudden. “This isn’t a hook-up Y/N, I like you a lot. I don’t want this to be just for one night, I want this to be for many nights, for forever.”
“I can do forever,” you said, smiling once again at his words. Jake definitely had a way with them. “But for now, let’s focus on tonight.”
“Now that I can definitely do.”
The two of you were almost frantic, pulling at each other’s clothes quickly to try and reveal as much skin as possible. Jake tugged your shirt over your head, his lips creating a trail from your chest up to your neck as it was exposed fully. You reciprocated everything he gave until both of you were in your underwear, tangled limbs as he pushed you gently onto the mattress.
You looked up at him, sitting on the edge of his bed as he stood before you. Jake reached forward, threading one hand through your hair softly as you wrapped your arms around him and rested your head on his stomach.
“Are you sure this is what you want baby?” He asked, stroking your hair as he gazed down at you.
You nodded against his skin, turning your head to kiss his lower stomach once, “I’m so sure.” You pressed a few kisses there, working your way to the waistband of his underwear, your fingers joining to help tug them down his thighs.
Jake’s cock sprang free as he helped you remove his underwear, kicking them off to the side and out of the way. One hand came up to tentatively wrap around the base, your grip loose. Jake took in a sharp breath before he caught your gaze again.
“That’s it baby,” he mumbled, hand finding its way back to your hair. “Use both hands for me.”
You nodded, bringing your other hand up to join it and wrapping around as much as you could. You gave a few experimental tugs, softly jerking your wrists around his cock. Your thumb gathered some precum to help aid your hands, slicking up his cock a little more.
Jake was making all sorts of sounds above you, tiny gasps when your thumb passed over the head of his cock, praises when you were doing just the right thing, your name tumbling past his lips, “Y/N, baby, why don’t you try using your mouth, yeah?”
You caught his gaze, seeing how he stared at you with half lidded eyes, and smiled, darting your tongue out to lick the tip of his cock. And, even though you were experienced enough, with Jake you felt like it was your first time all over again. He was known to have a high body count, you didn’t want to disappoint him.
You took one hand away from his cock, placing it on his thigh and using the other to grab his base. Jake’s hand in your hair tugged gently, bringing you closer to him. Your mouth instinctively opened, swallowing down as much of his cock as you could and using your hand to pump the rest of him.
Your tongue ran along the underside of his length as you gave a few experimental swallows, “fuck, feels so good darling.” Jake praised, using his hand to guide you into a slow and steady space along his cock.
“Relax for me,” he mumbled, rubbing a thumb along your jaw. You did as he said, dropping both hands to his thighs to steady yourself as you let him take control. Both of his hands tangled in your hair, pulling you further onto his cock as he fucked your throat gently. Your eyes squeezed shut at the sudden change of pace, trying your best not to gag around him as tiny droplets of spit gathered at the corners of your mouth. Jake moaned loudly, throwing his head back as he used your mouth to get himself off. There was something so incredibly hot about watching him use you, taking what he wanted from you and controlling the situation. Your thighs clenched together at the sight, his throat flexing as he swallowed a loud groan.
Suddenly, his hands left your hair, allowing you a second to pull off of his cock and take deep breaths. A string of spit connect your lips to his cock as you leant back, gasping quietly. Jake bent down in front of you, his palms coming to cup your cheeks as he locked eyes with you.
“You ok baby?” He asked, using his thumb to wipe away the spit that had leaked down onto your chin. You bought your eyes to his, wide with tears springing up at the corners.
“I’m good,” your head leant further into his palms. “Please kiss me.”
And how could he deny you that? Especially when you’d been so good for him. So he didn’t waste time, surging forward to connect your lips messily. His tongue immediately found it’s favourite place inside your mouth as he leant up to push you gently down onto his bed. Jake hovered over you, leaning his weight onto his hands either side of your body, but never once did he stop kissing you.
One of his hands moved to run down your body, tugging at the straps of your bra until they fell off your shoulders. You arched your back for him so that he could undo the clasp, you tried not to think about how much practice he had with doing that.
He pulled away briefly, slipping the garment off and throwing it to the side before his mouth found a place on your chest, “good girl,” he mumbled against your skin. “So good for me,” he punctuated his words with open mouthed kisses along your chest, using his hands to touch anything his mouth didn’t.
He kissed down your chest, towards your stomach and the hem of your underwear. The only piece of clothing left on either of you. His fingertips danced over the material that was already ruined, a dark patch soaked the white lace with your arousal.
“Did you really get that turned on just from sucking my cock?” Jake asked, his head between your thighs as he looked up at you through his eyelashes. He looked sinful, lips plump and wet with a dazed look in his eyes.
You nodded, not being able to form a coherent sentence when he was looking at you as if you were his last meal on earth. Jake just laughed breathlessly before hooking two fingers into the waistband of your panties and tugging them down your legs.
“I should keep these,” he said, placing them on his nightstand. You cheeks flamed red, your hands immediately coming up to cover your face.
“You’re insane,” you whined, closing your thighs when you realised that he was staring at your bare cunt the whole time. “Please Jake, do something.”
“You’re so cute like this,” he mumbled, kissing the flesh of your thigh as his hands parted them again. “So needy and ready for me.”
“You’re teasing me,” you said with a pout, leaning up on your elbows to look down at him. He had a dumb smile on his face, leaning down to kiss just above your clit, eliciting a sharp inhale from you with anticipation.
“Has anyone ever eaten you out baby?” He asked, one hand coming up to trace along the skin near your cunt, dangerously close to where you needed him most.
You shook your head, “no, they never offered.”
Jake didn’t know if that was good or not. On one hand he was glad, he would be the first to give you that experience and he would make it worthwhile. On the other hand, how the fuck had someone had sex with you and not eaten you out? Especially when you were lying there all pretty for them.
“Tell me if it feels good, ok?” He said, you could feel his breath on your cunt from how close he was, “want you to cum on my tongue before I fuck you.”
Jake dove in, his tongue lightly brushing against your clit a few times to get you used to the feeling. You almost moaned at just that, the feeling being so different to anything you’d had before. He stuck his tongue out flat, licking one long stripe up your cunt before repeating a few times.
“How is that darling?” He mumbled, face buried between your legs.
“So good Jake,” your hands went to his hair, lightly tugging him back towards your core. “Feels so fucking good.”
He smiled against you, tongue flickering around your entrance a few times before he wrapped his lips around your clit, giving it a soft suck then returning back to his previous actions. He knew his tongue alone probably wouldn’t be enough, so he bought a hand towards your cunt, slowly pushing one digit into you.
Jake groaned loudly, shutting his eyes as he sheathed his finger down to the knuckle, “you’re so tight baby, how are you going to take my cock, huh? Need to stretch you out don’t we?”
His finger worked into you, pumping slowly as he sucked on your clit. The stimulation from both points was enough to have you chanting his name, telling him your orgasm was near. Jake pulled off your clit for the time being, using the opportunity to slide in a second finger and stretch your little hole around them. You whined and fussed loudly at your orgasm being taken away so quickly.
“Hold it for me darling, I’ll let you cum soon,” he said, pumping the two fingers quickly. “Think you can take three for me? Then I’ll let you cum.”
“Can do three,” you panted, head thrown back against the mattress. “Please Jake, make me cum. Need your mouth again.”
“Such a good girl,” he muttered, finally pushing in a third finger and returning his mouth to your clit. He sucked harshly, pumping his hand at a fast pace that had you practically screaming his name as your orgasm approached, “cum for me Y/N, let me taste you.”
“Oh my god Jake,” you moaned his name loudly, head pressed down onto the bed as he worked you through your first orgasm. His fingers kept up the pace, your arousal dripping down around them as you tried to hold on to the feeling for as long as possible.
Jake released your clit, moving his mouth to kiss along your thighs whilst keeping his fingers moving inside you. You were starting to shake with overstimulation as he kept his pace going, grabbing his wrist. Jake just smiled, shaking his head gently.
“You can give me another one, right baby?” He asked, using his thumb to flick against your swollen clit a few times. His cheek pressed to your thigh as he watched your face screw up in pleasure.
Since your previous orgasm had only just ended, the second one built up quickly and you could already feel the burning in the bottom of your stomach, “fuck Jake, I can’t.”
“You can darling,” another flick of his thumb on your clit and you were almost there. “Give me another one and then I’ll fuck you nice and good, yeah? You can be a good girl and do that for me can’t you?”
He pushed a fourth finger in alongside his others, stretching you out further than you’d ever been before, your second orgasm hitting you rapidly as you came over his hand. Your grip on his wrist was tight, but Jake kept fucking his fingers into you to bring your orgasm crashing down, praises falling from his lips as tiny gasps left yours.
“Well done baby,” he mumbled, finally slowing his fingers enough to bring them out of your cunt. “You did so well, so good.”
Jake quickly stood up, leaning back over you and capturing your lips in another messy kiss. You could taste yourself on his tongue faintly and your cringed a little at the unfamiliar taste, however Jake’s own taste quickly masked that as his tongue rubbed against yours.
“You taste so good,” he mumbled against your mouth. “Can’t believe how lucky I am, you did so well for me.”
Your cheeks were stained red as you blushed under his praise. You hadn’t even noticed you enjoyed it before, but you definitely knew you had a praise kink now, especially if Jake was the one praising you.
“You too Jake,” you kissed his lips a few times before dipping your head down to his neck. “You made me feel so good already.”
His hand came up to cradle the back of your head, keeping you tucked into his neck for a moment, “your pleasure comes first for me baby.” He kissed the top of your head, “that’s why we had to stretch your little cunt out, get you all ready for my cock so that it feels good.”
“God you have a filthy mouth,” you whined, reiterating his words to you from earlier in the evening. “I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to that.”
Jake laughed, pulling back so that he was hovering back over you. There seemed to be a permanent smile on his face ever since you kissed him at the party, and you didn’t want that smile to leave. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down for a brief kiss before your legs wrapped around his waist.
He pressed his hips down against you, the tip of his cock nudging at your cunt, “we need a condom, I’d love to fuck you raw but I’m not quite ready for a baby yet.”
Jake definitely didn’t miss the pout on your face at the word condom. He grabbed one from his night stand before coming back to hover over you, kissing your pout away quickly, “next time darling, I promise next time I’ll fill you up yeah? Stuff your little cunt full of cum. But not tonight, ok?”
And although you really did want him to go in raw, the image of his cum dripping out of you sent your brain into overdrive, you respected his decision. He was the one with his head screwed on right now, you were still a little hazy from your two orgasms and from being in close proximity to Jake Sim. You were in no position to make that decision.
He rolled the condom on, once again pressing his hips closer until his cock nudged between your folds. He thrusted a few times, running his cock along your slit to gather some arousal and slick himself up. Your hands wrapped around his upper arms tightly, your own hips moving in unison.
“Tell me if it hurts, ok?” He said, and although you knew that Jake knew it wasn’t your first time, you appreciated the sentiment anyway.
Jake pushed the head of his cock in first, letting you adjust to the stretch that formed already. He was thick, it would take a bit of getting used to, especially since he was bigger than anyone else you’d ever taken.
He kissed you a few times, slowly nudging forward until he was fully seated inside you. Your cunt was split open on his cock, walls stretched tight around him as you tried your best to adjust to the new feeling. It hurt a little bit, a slight burning occurring, but it felt good to finally be full. You could probably get addicted to that feeling as long as it was with Jake.
“You can move Jake,” you mumbled, loosening your grip on his arms and subsequently relaxing the rest of your body around him.
Jake breathing was tight, his arms flexing hard as he kept himself still above you, “you sure baby? You’re still so fucking tight even after I stretched you out.”
“Please Jake, move before I go fucking insane,” you whined, rolling your hips up a little to shift his cock inside you. A cocky smirk made its way onto Jake’s lips at how desperate you were for him, it sent his ego through the roof more than with any other person he’d been with.
He pulled back, snapping his hips back into you harshly, “need to sort out your foul mouth,” he punctuated each word with another thrust into your cunt. You all but squealed out, hands gripping him even tighter as your nails pushed little crescent moon dents into his skin.
One of his hands gripped your chin, forcing you to look at him directly, “look at you, already fucked out and we’ve barely even started.” He pushed a thumb into your mouth, drool spilling from your lips as you panted around him, “suck on it, make yourself useful.”
And if any other man had talked to you like this, you’d have snapped back. But when it was Jake, you wanted him to carry on. Your lips immediately closed around his thumb, tongue swirling around it.
“God you’re so fucking hot baby,” he dropped his head down, looking at the way his cock disappeared into your cunt over and over. “You’re taking me so well, you were made for me, yeah?”
You tried to talk around his thumb but all that came out was small whines and spit dribbling down your chin pathetically. So instead you just nodded tightly against the grip he still held on you.
“Can’t wait to fucking ruin you,” he growled, his hips seeming to speed up yet again. “You’ll never be able to fuck anyone else, I’ll be the only one who can make you like this baby.”
He pulled his hand from your face, your mouth falling open as his thumb left you. He dropped that hand to your cunt, using his thumb still covered in your spit to rub quick circles on your abused clit.
Your eyes closed tight, feeling the third orgasm approach quickly as Jake’s cock bulged your stomach, “look baby, look how well your tiny cunt takes me.”
Jake’s words forced your head back up, looking down at where the two of you were connected, eyes widening at how your stomach was bulging out when his cock kissed against your g spot.
“Eyes open,” he commanded when you tried throwing your head back again. “Keep them on me and I’ll let you cum again, you can do that can’t you?”
“Yes, yes I can,” you babbled out, your orgasm at the brink of washing over you. “I’m good, been so good for you, deserve it.”
“You do don’t you darling,” he said softly, finally dropping his mean act to look after you. “You’ve been so good for me, letting me use your cunt like this, giving me all of you, hmm?”
You couldn’t even talk anymore, too focused on trying not to break eye contact with Jake. You mumbled out some form of begging, telling Jake how good he felt, something along those lines.
“You going to give me one more orgasm baby? I know you can do it,” his thumb pressed harder against your clit, hips snapping forward further each time. Your body felt numb with pleasure as he pushed you over the edge, legs starting to shake with how intense it felt.
“Jake,” tears spilled down your cheeks. “Fuck Jake, don’t stop, please.”
He grunted out a response hips jerking sporadically as your cunt clenched around him tightly, your orgasm extending the more he fucked into you. His orgasm was there, just at the point of crashing but he wanted you to feel good more than he wanted to cum so he held off until your orgasm had ended.
“Please cum Jake,” you whined, gripping on to whatever part of his body that you could. “Want it so bad.”
Jake couldn’t even make a witty comment because with your begging in his ear he was already coming, slamming his hips into you a few more times as he spilled into the condom.
But for you, seeing Jake moaning heavily above you, and feeling him cum made a fire burn up in your stomach again. Your hips kept jolting against him, trying to find some sort of release since you felt a fourth orgasm bubbling up.
Jake pinned your hip down, “you’re insatiable baby, already want another one?” His cock was already softening but he kept himself pressed inside you to try and keep you satisfied.
“Please Jake, I’ve been so good,” you thrashed against his grip to try and keep the arousal going.
“Stay still,” he commanded, pushing your hip back down. “I’ll give it to you baby, don’t be greedy.”
He was spent, his body exhausted, but he would give you everything you wanted because he couldn’t deny you. He rubbed his hand against your cunt fast, pace relentless on your clit as he frantically pulled your orgasm from you. From how overstimulated and worked up you were, the orgasm came quickly and all of a sudden you were jerking as you came around his cock for the last time that evening.
“There you go baby, good girl,” he gritted his teeth, his own cock being squeezed in overstimulation. His hand was soaked as he rubbed quickly across your cunt, the sheets below you covered in your arousal as you squirted over his cock.
“Oh my god,” you were crying hard now, jumping away from his hand as you wet the bed around you. Your body buzzed with hazy pleasure as you tried to calm yourself down, not even having time to process it before Jake was scooping you up into his arms and pulling you onto his lap.
“You’re ok darling,” he mumbled, pressing his face into your hair as he held you close. Your body was still shaking, tears continuously flowing down your cheeks as you dropped a little. Luckily Jake was observant, he knew exactly how to look after you, “you did so well for me, you were perfect.”
Your face found its way into his neck pressing impossibly closer to him, being held by him immediately calmed you down enough for the tears to stop. Jake kissed your head softly, hands running up and down your arms and legs to soothe you.
“Do you feel ok enough to take a shower? We need to get you cleaned up,” he said quietly, brushing your hair away so he could see your face. You blinked up at him, eyes still wet with tears that had yet to dry up.
“Will you stay with me?” You asked, voice small and a little hoarse.
Jake smiled down at you, “of course baby, then after I’ll make you something to eat and we can get back into bed.”
At the word bed your eyes widened, glancing over at the soiled sheets, “I’m so sorry, I didn’t know that was going to happen. I ruined your sheets.”
Jake giggled softly, “baby it’s fine, it was so fucking hot. I’ll change the bed sheets, don’t even worry about it. If I’d known you would be squirting on my cock tonight, I’d have bought you home even sooner.”
You rolled your eyes, bumping your head against his chest, “shut up.”
Jake cupped your chin, rubbing his thumb over your cheek again to wipe away the tear tracks, “you feeling ok now?” He kissed you gently, lips soft and a little swollen.
“I’m good,” you said against his mouth. “Just tired, my body is exhausted.”
“Sorry baby, should’ve warned you how good I am in bed,” and there was the cocky smirk back, your eyes rolling in response.
“If I remember correctly, you were the one praising me only five minutes ago,” you replied. “Something about how ‘I was made for you’, you remember that?”
“And I stand by it,” he said, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly. “You were made for me, in every way.”
His eyes sparkled a little as he looked at you, an emotion you weren’t really sure of flashing through them. It’s funny how you’d gone from hating him to being obsessed with him in one night, but Jake Sim did that to people, no one could dislike him for long.
“In every way?” You asked, “is this your way of saying you want me more than just for sex.”
“You know I do baby, you’re mine now,” he kissed you again, lingering for longer than necessary. “And I’ll make sure to show you that every day, I’m so into you Y/N. I’d do anything to make this work, even when you move back to uni, we’ll make it work if you want to.”
You thought about it for a second, is that what you wanted? You knew Sunoo would have a field day when he found out, he’d been rooting for the two of you since the beginning with his enemies to lovers ideas. But after everything, you couldn’t deny that something drew you to Jake in so many different ways. And there was part of you that wanted him too, in every single way.
“I’m willing to try to make it work,” you replied, your mind was made up. “I like you Jake, you make me feel like the most important person in the world.”
“Because, to me, you are,” he said softly, his smile reaching his eyes. “How do you feel about being my girlfriend? I know it’s very soon, but I can’t let you go without asking.”
“I think,” you began, resting against his chest. “I think we could work something out, is Jake Sim really ready to settle down?”
“I’m always ready when it comes to you,” he kissed your head one last time before shifting up a bit, ready to carry you to the bathroom to shower. “You’re the only person I’ve ever been ready to settle down for, I’ve never been more sure in my life.”
He stood up, carrying you in his arms as he walked the two of you to the bathroom. Your arms immediately went around his neck, holding him close as a dumb smile crept onto your lips. You kissed over the skin on his neck as he walked, always needing to be close to him.
And as Jake turned on the water, you sat on the edge of the bathtub watching, you realised that he really was sure. Because his eyes flashed with that emotion from earlier, something soft and special, and he couldn’t hide his smile from you. You knew you were sure too, Jake found his way into your heart already, you were made for him. He was made for you.
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readychilledwine · 4 months
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Hi Liz! I have been following you for a while now and I absolutely adore everything you write. You are incredibly talented and deserve all praise for it ❤️
I have never actually requested a story from any author simply because I will devour almost any content by fanfic authors and truthfully it makes me feel a little greedy and I never want anyone to feel forced to write anything. However, I have had this idea since I read one of your stories and I feel like no one else would be able to do it justice like you would.
Essentially, the reader is the youngest Archeron sister and is mated to Azriel (mating bond has been accepted and they have been together for a couple of months now) but she is inexperienced (her first time was with Azriel) and Nesta has been giving her some of her hard core smutty books and now the reader wants to explore some kinks with Azriel (somnophilia, cock warming, wing play, bondage) but she’s embarrassed to bring up the conversation with him. Anyway, she eventually has that conversation with Azriel (he’s all too happy about it because no one can tell me this male doesn’t have a corruption kink) and smut ensues.
First of all, thank you for the endless compliments 💜💜 I'm so excited you're here and have welcomed me into your world for entertainment purposes.
Second of all, I could NEVER deny an Azriel corruption kink fic.
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Summary - A year of sexual exploration hasn't even began to touch the things Azriel would like to do to you.
Warnings - throat fucking, breath play, references to knife play, auralism, jealous Rhys and cassian at the end, mentions of other explored kinks and sexual senerios
Azriel pushed his fingers further unto your throat, his shadows forcing your hair back as he held your book in his free hand.
“I've been wondering why you've been sending me wave after wave of arousal all day,” he rose a brow a passage involving the male character using a knife to pleasure the female main. “Is this what my pretty little mate reads when I'm away? Her big sister's smut novels?”
He watched as you gagged, drool and spit coming to the corner of your mouth as you struggled to breathe and looked up at him doe eyed. “Want me to fuck you with Truth Teller, mate? Does the thought of coming on a deadly weapon soak your little lace panties?” He chuckled darkly. Mocking your inability to answer. 
“You're trained better than this, slut. You know to answer me when I ask you a question.” You whined around his fingers. You  could feel the tension in his body, feel his need for stress relief. 
The two of you had just began exploring physically together. The bond finally snapped after your 20th birthday. After the Mortal queen and the deathless God had been dealt with. After Elain finally let her claws out of him long enough for him to notice you. To feel you.
He had not pushed sex, knowing from Nesta you were the only one of the 4 of you to hold onto that seemingly special thing so tightly. It had taken a year for you to spread those pretty thighs and let him take you, but after that, you fucked like rabbits. Trying every dirty thing and kink your mind wanted to explore.
Azriel had allowed you to dominate him, whining as you rode his cock and denied him orgasm after orgasm, fingers dancing his scarred wings.
He had tied you from the ceiling his dungeon, harnessed up like a swing and fucked you to sweet oblivion.
He had taken every tight hole, came anywhere he could. Marked you in his scent and musk more times than you two could count.
But you were still his sweet innocent girl. 
His little untouched angel exploring your sexuality and urges like an animal in heat sometimes. Your recent needs were punishment. You liked him hurting you, dominating you, watching as you cried. You liked breath play lately, hence his fingers sinking deeper as you struggled, black beginning to form in your eyes until he took those fingers out and slapped you.
“Need you to suck my cock, princess,” he began unlacing his leathers, mind lost in the pleasure your mouth would bring him. “Open. Now.”
You obeyed, throat relaxing and mouth opening as his cock sprung free. Hard leaking and angry from weeks away from you. He pushed in without hesitation, setting a gentle pace as he tightened his grip in your hair.
“She couldn't breathe,” his deep voice began reading from the book, making you whine around his cock as he pushed it down your throat ensuring you couldn't either. “The feeling of the cold hilt in her warm walls causing her to feel wave after wave of shock and pleasure.”
He looked down at you, smirking at the sight of your flushed cheeks, at you swallowing around him as spit pooled the corners of your mouth. His eyes went back to the book. “There was something about the danger, the thrill of this deadly weapon being used to push her to the edge that had her crying out, begging and pleading for more and more as she met every thrust with her hips. Fucking herself harder and harder on her mate's weapon.”
You were aching, dripping for him, and tapped his thigh for a quick breath, watching as he pulled out and looked down at you unimpressed. You panted a few gulps of air before taking him back in your mouth and bobbing your head, hallowing your cheeks and licking each vein on his shift. 
Azriel groaned loudly above you, setting the book down before his now free hand joined the other one tangled in your now messy hair. He began fucking your throat harshly. Barely allowing you moments of air as he chased his much needed high. 
You could do nothing but hold on for life when he did this. When he lost control for you. He pushed all the way in, gagging you again and held you there, nose pressed against his skin. “Breathe,” he commanded in a moan. “Being such a good girl, y/n.” 
Throat fucking as new to you. An unexplored territory you hadn't even considered until he had asked gently. You knew it was more for him than for you, but right now you felt this sense of power as he moaned above you, wings shuttering as his body shivered. 
That power reached a deep set need in your bones, allowing you to relax and enjoy this more with a small moan. “There we go, angel,” he whispered. “Just like that for me. I'm so proud of you.” He began thrusting again, allowing you to hear his pleasure, allowing you to feel that power you had over him. “Keep breathing, baby,” his voice was almost a whimper. “Just keep breathing, I'm right there, y/n. Please honey.”
Him begging had you moaning against him, relaxing your throat further as your watched his breathing pick up, his plump lips part, his eyes scrunch. 
Without warning he pushed all the way in, spilling down your throat, as a roar tore through his own. He pulled back slightly, releasing the last of his cum onto your stuck out tongue with a satisfied smile. 
He kneeled down to you, shadows bringing him a notebook and pen and he wiped the small bits that hit your face off with his thumb before forcing you to suck that digit. 
He flipped through the notebook, a page dedicated to each sexual act and kink you two had explored with a rating and comments from both of you before landing on the page he needed and the adjoining blank one. 
“1 through 5?” He asked you gently, removing his thumb and kissing your forehead. 
“3.5,” you admitted with guilt. “I only enjoyed it because you do, and it made me feel slightly in control.”
He nodded, writing your response as you two both moved to sit cross-legged from each other on the floor. “Do not feel guilty. I am just happy it ranked high enough to be in the rotation. How about the reading to you thing?”
“4 out of 5. I enjoyed it a lot when you were doing that.” Azriel jotted it down.
“And what the fuck is going on in this novel? Do you want to try knife play?”
“Only with you,” you answered. 
Azriel leaned forward, kissing you gently. “It's one of my favorites. I've done it with a couple play partners. I can answer any questions you have.”
The two of you sat there, filling in a few more pages of the book you had started to keep during the beginning of your exploration a year ago, smiling at the things you've already done, going on your list of retries. 
Love was free flowing down the bond, soaking the room and fabric in it's scent, filling the Riverhouse with its presence with every passing moment. 
Rhys and Cassian sighed from downstairs, tapping their feet on the wooden floors as they waited for Azriel to come give them his mission report. 
“This happens every fucking time,” Cassian sat down on the couch. “Is it us? Is fatherhood killing our sex drive?”
Rhys shrugged. “I don't know what's killing your sex drive, brother. Mine is fine. Hince 3 little ones. If you could figure out what's keeping theirs so... passionate, though, I'd appreciate it.” 
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multi-kpop-fanfics · 10 months
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Unholy
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pairing: sugar daddy!Seungcheol x socialite!reader
genre: smut smut SMUT - minors dni.
warnings: dom!cheol, bratty sub!reader, thigh riding, cursing, ass slapping, cheating, degradation, use of petnames (baby, princess, darling), daddy kink, hair pulling, manhandling, unprotected sex (stay safe), mentions of breeding, marking, finger sucking, possessiveness, cheol and reader are actual red flags
no word count, it was speed-written
summary: inspired by Unholy - Sam Smith ft. Kim Petras
Author’s note: This was written on an absolute whim i’m going through some serious cheolrot - tagging @duhnova​ for obvious reasons
nsfw taglist: @rosecult @bibinnieposts @ovai @littlemisssarcastic21 @tinkerbell460 @jonghyuns-husband @romromthedeer @y00nzin0 @llsiriusminorisll @booyouwhore17​ @delicatewerewolfsoul @aliceu
© multi-kpop-fanfics, 2023. No reposting allowed. No translations without permission allowed.
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“Come on, princess, shake those hips like I know you can,” Seungcheol slaps your ass and you whine, “Better give me a good reason for letting your pussy make a mess over my pants.”
“Y-Yes, Daddy,” you pout your lips and speed up your hips, grinding your pussy over the crushed velvety material of his pants, “Your thigh feels so fucking good, ugh.”
“Darling,” Seungcheol grips your jaw and forces you to look directly at him, “A pretty little baby like you shouldn’t use bad words.” He parts your lips with his thumb and you eagerly suck on it, moaning and swirling your tongue around the thick digit as if it was a cherry lollipop.
“Oh, Y/N...” Seungcheol chuckles as he watches your body shake over his thigh, “You’re trying so hard to be worth my time and money, don’t you?”
Under different circumstances, you would have clawed his eyes out for treating you like another desperate gold digger, but quite frankly? He was absolutely right in everything he said.
You don’t even need his money, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t love it when you use his sleek black card to pay for all the unnecessary accessories, makeup and clothes that shine a bit more than a set of Swarowski earrings. Besides, it’s not like they were unnecessary to you, since being a socialite practically requires flashy clothes and accessories.
Choi Seungcheol is no better than you - a seemingly responsible man, attending all social events with his beloved wife, never missing a chance to show how much he adores her in front of the cameras and blinding lights of the high society.
That’s what she thinks as well, judging from the comfortable and luxurious life she’s leading thanks to her lovely husband.
Except said husband loves money more than anything else. And if it’s money well spent? Two birds with one stone.
Another thing Seungcheol loves is getting his dick wet - And your pussy does that with a perfect streak of two months.
“I’m definitely more worth than your little trophy wife,” you bite back with a smirk, “Otherwise you wouldn’t be here to fuck me, Cheol.”
His demeanor changes within a split second and he’s lifting you off his thigh, throwing you over his shoulder and then throwing you on the bed of your apartment, face down on the mattress and ass up in the air.
“You are in no fucking place to talk about my life, little bitch,” he flips over your dress and harshly pulls your panties from your body, ripping the flimsy material in half, “Nepo babies like you only want to spend money and fuck around like you own the world.”
Seungcheol slaps your ass once, twice and two more times before he unbuckles his soiled pants to let his rock hard cock spring free. He digs his hand in your hair and pushes his cock in your cunt with one swift motion, your eyes rolling in the back of your skull.
He starts fucking you like a mad man, his pelvis slapping against your ass without mercy. You almost feel like frothing at the mouth from how good it feels to let the fat tip of his shaft bully your pussy and 
“Fucking nepo baby with a fucking tight cunt,” he grunts, his lips hovering above the shell of your ear, “My fucking nepo baby. Say it.”
“Y-Your nepo b-baby,” you gasp, “Oh my God, Daddy, your cock is so good!”
“That’s more like it,” Seungcheol plants his right leg in the mattress to fuck his cock deeper in you, “That’s how you should act when you’re with me, especially underneath me, Y/N.”
The noises you make are whiny, loud and utter music to his ears. You’re drooling on the sheets, your hair sticking out in random directions due to Seungcheol’s iron grip on it, mind going blank from pleasure.
The knot in the pit of your stomach tightens to the point of breaking in a rather violent manner, the previous stimulation from riding Seungcheol’s thigh amplifying that sensation.  
“D-Daddy, I’m gonna cum, fuckfuckfuck, I’m cumming!” You scream like a baby bunny caught by a predator as your pussy tightens around his cock, your walls massaging his length in a final attempt to milk him.
Your heart drops when Seungcheol pulls out his cock and jerks himself off until he blows his load all over your ass, milky streaks painting your skin. He lets out a groan and taps his cock on your asscheek, biting his lip at your wrecked sight.
“Why didn’t you come inside me?!” 
“Oh darling,” Seungcheol buttons his pants and smooths over his clothes, “Did you really think you deserved to get your pussy filled up with my cum after misbehaving so much?”
“But-” You opt to protest and sit up, but Seungcheol stops you with his hand on your jaw again.
“Y/N. If I say ‘shut up’, you shut up. If I say ‘cum’, you cum. If I say you don’t deserve my cum in you, then you fucking don’t.” He taps your cheek twice and captures your lips in a short-lived yet filthy kiss full of his tongue, leaving you wanting for more. 
“See you next week, princess - You better behave until then or I’m cutting down on your ‘pretty girl with pretty pussy’ privileges.”
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milkandhyunnie · 7 months
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the boy is bad news | h.hj smau
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ch 39 - never been in love before
genre: angst, smut, social media au (with written parts), college au, enemies to lovers
wc: 7.0k
summary: An aspiring journalist, you are the news editor for The Uni Chronicles; the campus newspaper, popular for delivering breaking news at the drop of a hat and providing detailed articles about the various happenings around your university. You think you’ve covered every story there was to cover before you’re tasked with producing an in-depth editorial on a student whose name is on everyone’s lips—Hwang Hyunjin.
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“And then he blocked me.”
The table erupts in scoffs and theatrical eye rolls—mostly coming from Jisung’s side—at the conclusion of your story. You silently lower your head to take a sip from your milkshake as your friends mull over the recent events in your love life that you’ve just shared. Creamy notes of strawberry and banana coat your tongue, normally delivering instant doses of serotonin to your system, but today taste dull and chalky. Much like your mood has been since your last interaction with Hyunjin.
Could you even call it that? It was hardly an interaction at all. He refused to hear you out and then went as far as to prevent you from saying another word to him. After all these months of avoiding the topic and never truly expressing your thoughts—now you couldn’t tell him how you feel even if you wanted to. You start to think that you’ve been cursed somehow. Doomed to never acquire the love you so desired, not even after you’ve found it at last.
The worst part was the fact that you never had a chance to say everything you’ve been holding in. Rejection would be better than this. That’s why you can’t seem to let it go. Not until you’ve gotten everything off your chest. You couldn’t walk away without at least letting him know how you feel. Then, if he still decides that he doesn’t want you, you can leave free of any regrets.
Jisung heaves a heavy sigh, crossing his arms and slouching against the diner booth—every aspect of his body language conveying his disdain for your situation. Communicating to you a frustrated “I told you so,” without having to say it. You pay him no mind, too lost in your thoughts to realize that you’ve been sucking at nothing for the past few minutes, a strawberry chunk lodged in your straw.
It wasn’t until Felix rubs your arm, opting for a more sympathetic response to your predicament, that you snap out of your daze. You lift your gaze, studying your friends’ expressions from around the table.
Jisung has on his characteristically exaggerated pout—cheeks puffed with irritation. Jeongin sits next to him, across from you with a concerned frown. To your right sat Nari, resting her cheek on her hand, sporting a visible frown as well while she lovingly strokes your hair, seemingly deep in thought. She almost looks confused after hearing your story.
Felix appears to be the most struck by your words—eyes glistening with worry as he strokes your arm, trying his best to comfort you and expressing his concern in the only way he knows how.
“I’m so sorry all of that happened to you, Y/N. I wish you told us sooner. You know I would’ve baked you a whole batch of your favorite brownies right away.” Felix earnestly tells you.
“Thank you, Lix. Your brownies always make me feel better.” You grin.
“They’re coming right up! I’ll bring them over tomorrow morning!” His smile is the sun itself, bringing a touch of warmth to your face just seeing it.
“Well, if it’s any consolation, it sounds like the worst is over.” Jeongin was always the type to give practical advice as a means to offer comfort. “The tournament is at the end of the week, which means the editorial will be published right after, and then you won’t have to deal with any more Hyunjin drama!”
You wince at his last words. No more Hyunjin. The end of the editorial marks the end of any professional obligations you have to see him. What will be your excuse now that the project is over? You had none. Other than the fact that you’re in love with him. That seeing him has been the highlight of your weeks together, and without him your days will be spent aimlessly, the spark he brought into your life, gone.
Jisung is still busy grumbling to himself in his corner, but notices the subtle fall in your mood at the mention of Hyunjin. He drops his sulking and leans towards you, catching your eyes and flashing you a soft grin. This is why you’ve been such great friends for so long. Despite his devilish antics and infallible ability to drive you up a wall, he can read you in an instant and know immediately what you need from him. Right now, you needed comfort from your best friend.
“Hyunjin’s a complete asswipe for blocking you.” He can’t help it, the contempt that Jisung has for this guy knows no bounds, even if he’s the one you’ve chosen to fall for. But Jisung sees how upset you are, and knowing that, of course he’ll support you. Even if the guy is an asswipe. “But if things are meant to be, he’ll come around. Everything will work out the way it’s supposed to. It always does. So don’t stress about it too much.”
“I gotta agree with Ji on this one.” Nari chimes in. “It doesn’t sit right with me that he just cut things off there, but if it’s bothering you this much, just imagine how much it’s bothering him.”
“That’s true. I mean, the man did call an Uber from across town just to see you in the middle of the night.” Jeongin adds. “It must be killing him to not talk to you.”
“Well, not as much as it probably killed him to see you with Taeyong.” Jisung blurts before clasping his mouth with his hands as Nari shoots him a sharp glare.
You release a strained sigh. “God if I had known he’d show up, I never would’ve had Tae over.” You bury your head in your arms and slump over the table.
Felix continues rubbing your shoulder, gently massaging in love with every pat. “Don’t beat yourself up about it, Y/N. It’s not your fault.”
“I just wish he’d hear me out for one minute. One minute! Then he can be free to block me again and never talk to me for the rest of his life. I hate that I didn’t have the chance to say what I wanted to say.” You mumble into the sleeves of your sweater.
“You’ve never been the type to fall short of words. Especially with Hyunjin.” Jeongin points out. “I can see how that’s frustrating.”
Without lifting your head, you nod in agreement.
“Who says you can’t still tell him everything?” Nari questions. “It’s not like he can avoid you forever. We all attend the same university, you’re bound to run into each other at some point.”
“You’re literally gonna be at the soccer game this weekend. Don’t you have to report on the final scores?” Jisung asks. “God, I’m tired of seeing you mope over this guy. Why don’t you just confront him at the tournament?”
You raise your head just enough to reveal your eyes, delivering an annoyed squint to Jisung. “This game is important, I’m not gonna jeopardize the team by bringing up my relationship drama.”
“Then confront him afterwards. I don’t care! Just do something before we all lose our minds!” Jisung huffs.
Nari places a reassuring hand on your back. “Listen, what I think Ji is trying to say is—we all see how much this is affecting you, and we’re concerned. We care about you, so we want you to get the closure you need. The longer you let this sit, the more it’s gonna eat away at you. Take advantage of this event that you know Hyunjin will be at and get it all off your chest. You might regret it if you don’t.”
You finally sit up in your seat and face your friends again. “I’m sorry for worrying you guys with all my problems. I’ll do my best to take care of it.” You mumble, guilty for making them listen to your sulking. “Thanks for always supporting me.”
Felix drowns you in a hug. “We’ll support you no matter what, Y/N. You should know that by now.”
“Yeah—see? That’s what I was trying to say!” Jisung shoots you a cheeky grin.
“You survived your year-long, unrequited love tragedy with Seungmin. I’m sure you can handle this.” Jeongin quips.
“My girl can handle anything.” Nari confidently declares. “And anything she can’t handle—she’s got me for!”
Hearing your friends’ encouragement brings a smile to your face. Their loving words and cheering remarks fill you with warmth that you’d been missing lately, refreshing your spirit once again. They were right. You should still try to talk to Hyunjin when you get the chance. Holding it in won’t do you any good. Even if you are annoyed that he blocked you.
The chatter around your meal turns more upbeat as the topic of conversation switches to Felix’s recent photography project on “animals in action,” involving an alarming encounter with a feral squirrel. You join in on the lively discussion and finish your plate, full with the comfort that only spending time with your friends can bring you.
The crew departs from the diner after the meal is over, each attending to their next schedule of the day. Felix and Jeongin leave to go to their classes while you and Jisung wait for Nari to get picked up for a date. Changbin shortly pulls up to the driveway of the diner and exits his car to greet you all.
“Hey Jisung! Hey Y/N!” He all but yells from the steering wheel before hopping out to embrace his beloved Nari. “How was lunch?”
He pulls Jisung in for a rough hug, which Jisung returns with an enthusiastic pat on the back. The two boys smile at each other widely and loudly go on about who knows what. Changbin and Jisung got along extremely well and quickly, which wasn’t surprising, given that they’re the two most boisterous and energetic boys on campus. You often tease Nari that Jisung will steal her man one day.
Changbin turns to you and gives you an equally rough hug, the air abruptly leaving your body as he squeezes you tight. “How have you been Y/N?”
“Not bad.” You meagerly respond.
Changbin picks up on the lack of energy in your answer. He has an idea of what might be bothering you.
“Hyunjin’s just, really focused on the tournament right now, you know?”
The mention of Hyunjin’s name shocks you a bit. You hadn’t mentioned anything about him to his friend, but Changbin seems to know what’s been plaguing your mind anyway.
“Right. I know.” You mumble.
“I told him he’s being a big doofus, but he’s set on prepping for the game.” Changbin rests a hand on your shoulder. “It’s all temporary though, I’m confident that things will go back to normal soon.”
You nod and give him a faint smile, appreciative of him for trying to comfort you, but also eager to end this conversation. He and Nari bid their goodbyes and drive away, leaving you and Jisung as the last diner patrons remaining.
Leisurely, you walk towards the dorms. Jisung kicks a few pebbles on the path while you silently tread beside him, trying your best to avoid stepping on cracks in the ground. This might be a new record for the longest time Jisung has been quiet, you think to yourself. But soon enough, you are halted to a stop when he blocks your path, arms crossed as he faces you.
“Y/N. We have got to get you out of this mood!” He huffs. “When’s the last time you were silent on a walk with me? Never! I swear, I’d even prefer you rambling about how much you love Hyunjin at this point.”
“Shut up Ji, I’m not in a mood.” You grumble. “What’s so wrong about having a nice, peaceful walk home?”
“What’s wrong is that I can tell your mind is going a hundred miles a minute, but you’re not saying anything.” He frowns. “I’m just worried about you.”
Your expression softens at his sincere concern. “I know Ji, I’m sorry. How about we have an anime marathon tonight? I know you’ve been wanting to watch that new series and it’ll help me get my mind off things.”
“I’m down!” He shouts. “You got popcorn at home?”
“Of course I do.”
“Sweet!” He grins, his temperament vastly different from only a few seconds ago.
Oh how simple it is to make Jisung happy. You wish you could attain happiness that easily, but instead you were born with an innate sense of dread and a predisposition to overthink. At least seeing your cheerful friend hopping home in bliss rubbed a little bit of joy off on you.
Jisung pauses again in the middle of the street, turning to you once more. In an unexpected gesture, he gives you a hug. It’s not one of those fleeting side hugs that you give to people you’re not entirely comfortable with, but a lingering one, a secure hug that freezes time just for a moment.
“Everything’s gonna be okay.” He mumbles in your ear. “Okay?”
His sudden show of affection nearly brings you to tears. How lucky were you to have a friend who truly cares about you. Obnoxious and mischievous as he might be.
“I know, Ji.” You respond. “Thank you.”
He releases you from the hug and continues to skip on home as if nothing happened. You chuckle at his swift ability to change his demeanor.
You catch up to him and link your arm in his, skipping together like the school children you once were.
“I love you, Ji.” You laugh after almost tripping on a rock.
“Yeah, love you too.” He coughs under his breath.
Jisung always hated showing affection, but you knew it was there. He preferred to convey his care by lightly bullying you or cracking jokes at your expense. All out of love, of course.
Knowing you had him and all of your other close friends in your life, caring for you just as much as you for them, gave you a sense of peace and content. So, despite the tragic condition of your love life, things will be okay.
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Wake up. Work out. Attend class. Go to practice. Sleep.
This was Hyunjin’s daily routine for the past week. A routine that would whip him into prime shape for the tournament. He hardly had time to think and quite frankly, he wanted it that way. The only thing that should be on his mind is soccer. His team is counting on him after all. The whole university is counting on him.
The pressure he is under is enough to make a man go insane, yet this was preferable to thinking about you. Somehow, even with the weight of the tournament on his shoulders, passing thoughts of you still manage to drive him crazy. His head has been a mess and his heart no better since your last encounter.
Images of you in his arms, what he imagines to be the closest thing to heaven on earth, continue to replay in his mind. Only to be tainted by an unwelcome guest, barging in unannounced, completely destroying his fantasies. Hyunjin has broken his bones before, torn ligaments, and scraped skin—but nothing came close to the pain he felt that night.
It was so unbearable that he left. He fled the scene and hasn’t spoken to you since. He knows this is cowardly—running away from his issues as he always does. But right now, he’s hurt and he fears that seeing you will only reopen a wound that hasn’t yet healed. He’s not ready to face you. Not yet.
Not to mention that this is the most important time of the year for the team. Hyunjin still can’t believe that his focus is being ruined by girl problems of all things. He’s never experienced problems with girls in his life. Not once. Though, he’s also never fallen in love with one before.
Hyunjin is suffering and as a result, so is his game. He’s missing shots during practice, tripping over the ball and even getting outplayed by the freshmen. Chan notices him struggling and pulls him aside after practice.
“What’s going on Jin?” He plainly asks.
“Um.” Hyunjin clears his throat and straightens his posture, trying to think up an excuse. “I think the pressure of the tournament is getting to me a bit.”
“You’ve never been one to be shy of the spotlight though.” Chan points out. “You sure it’s just the tournament that’s got you stressed?”
“Yeah.” Hyunjin quickly answers. “I’ll get over it though. Sorry I was off my game today.”
“Hyunjin.” Chan sternly looks him in the eye. “I’m your captain but also your friend. If there’s anything bothering you, I’m here to listen.”
Hyunjin could tell him the truth. The truth that you have been haunting him for days now. That not a minute goes by when he’s not thinking about you. And every time he does, he’s hit with a pang to his chest once he remembers that you’re not his.
“I know. Thanks Chan, but it’s really nothing.” Hyunjin opts to withhold the truth. What good would telling Chan do anyway? Telling him won’t fix Hyunjin’s game. It won’t change the fact that you probably hate him for blocking you out. It won’t fix things between you. He’ll just have to suck it up and force himself to focus.
With a disappointed sigh, Chan accepts Hyunjin’s response. The players pack up their things and start heading home. Only two more days until the big game, Hyunjin thinks to himself. Block everything out for just two more days. Don’t think about her until the tournament’s finished. But even as he attempts to void all thoughts about you, he can’t stop worrying about one thing. Will you still be there when it’s over?
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Nari is seated at the edge of the bed while you style her hair into loose braids, securing the ends with ribbons to match the soccer team’s colors. Once finished, she turns around to give you a glimpse at her entire outfit—black biker shorts hiding under an oversized jersey with Changbin’s number on the back.
You think she looks absolutely adorable in her sporty getup. She’s dressed like the ultimate athlete’s girlfriend. A year ago though, Nari wouldn’t have been caught dead looking like this. She hated cheesy couple shit and was always adamantly against traditional girlfriend behaviors, making it clear that she refused to be seen as some sort of trophy on a guy’s arm.
But ever since she started dating Changbin, she’s softened significantly, even indulging in some cliché couple activities every now and then. You’re happy she has warmed up to it more. It doesn’t change the fact that she’s still the same strong willed Nari, just a little more affable. Her happiness shines when she’s with Changbin. It’s clear that a side of her has been unlocked by him, exposing all the best parts of her when he’s around. They compliment each other so well and you can’t help be feel envious.
You would’ve loved to wear Hyunjin’s number on your back. Number “01.” Of course he somehow chose the cockiest number out there. You wouldn’t mind though. You loved watching him in his element during the game. His skill and focus was always so attractive. You’d feel proud to hear the crowd cheer for him. And you’d be the first to run out onto the field once the game was over and the team celebrates their victory. You’d run straight into his arms and kiss him as he swings you in circles for everyone to see.
God, you need to stop daydreaming. All it does is leave you feeling disappointed. But keeping your mind off of Hyunjin was nearly impossible, since you had an editorial to finish. How could you not get lost in fond thoughts of him while you wrote about his achievements, detailing all the facets of his personality that you cherish so much, even the ones you hated at first, but learned to love. Despite how upset you are at him, writing about him only pulled you deeper in love, reminding you of everything about him. Everything you miss so much.
You met him in the winter. Your first encounter as harsh as the frosty air. But come spring, your relationship began to bloom. You were unaware of just how many buds were planted below the surface until they all blossomed at once, and before you knew it, you had yourself a whole garden. But you weren’t prepared. You’ve never cultivated such robust emotion before. You didn’t know how to keep it alive. And now it seems that summer may never come.
You’ll try your best though, you promised yourself that. Even if you didn’t have a perfect plan, you’ll do your best to salvage this relationship.
But first, you had a job to finish. The tournament is today. Will Hyunjin lead the soccer team to victory, securing your university’s spot in nationals for the first time in history? Or will this be a huge upset to fans all across campus, potentially losing the team its much needed funding? Whatever the result is—you’ll be there to report on it first-hand. Because that’s what a good journalist does. So that’s what you’ll do.
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You enter the packed stadium holding onto Nari’s hand as she weaves through the crowd to find your seats. Fortunately for you, Changbin saved you and Nari great seats right next to the field, granting you a highly coveted unobstructed view. Unfortunately for you, it was a journey just to get to them. The entire venue is filled with people, buzzing with fervor as the crowds anticipate the decisive game to come, fierce rivalry toward the opposing side coursing through their veins.
Spectators paint the bleachers with your university’s colors, waving banners and shouting cheers, the energy in the air amplifying as the game approaches. Just as you find your seats, the stadium erupts in a deafening roar. You stand up to catch a glimpse of what had caused the ruckus. Below, you spot the two teams emerging from the locker rooms beneath the bleachers, meeting in the center of the field. The game is about to begin.
A quick coin toss determines that your team will start the kickoff. After a formal handshake between the team captains, all players disperse and take their starting positions. The entire stadium goes silent.
At the blow of a whistle, the game comes to life. Hyunjin takes off running, his blond hair darting across the field. Minho dribbles the ball adjacent to him, both players forging their paths towards the goal. Blocked by the opponents’ defense line, the ball is passed over to Hyunjin. He takes it with ease, skillfully weaving through the remaining players until it’s just him and the goalie left.
The crowd screams for him to “SHOOT! SHOOT!” He positions himself behind the ball, firmly planting his foot and delivering a powerful kick. The ball soars towards the top right pocket of the goal as the goalie jumps to save it. A moment of silence takes over the stadium as all eyes watch the ball shoot past the goalie’s hands and straight into the net.
“GOAALL!” The announcer yells into the mic and cries of joy explode all around you.
The energy is infectious. Hyunjin scored the first goal, filling you with immense pride. You can’t help but join in the cheer.
Your team is off to a great start, taking an early lead in the game. A second kickoff begins and the match continues, your eyes following Hyunjin’s figure the entire time. You start to really get into the game, the atmosphere heightening your excitement as you watch. When the ball is passed to Hyunjin again, your thrill overtakes you.
“HYUNJIN!” You scream, cheering him on.
Hundreds of fans were screaming along with you, there was no chance he’d actually hear your voice.
But he did.
Hyunjin snaps his head in the direction of the sound and momentarily locks eyes with you. It was only a second. One second of his mind scattering to pieces and his entire body paralyzed. One second turned out to be enough to overthrow his focus and allow the opposing team to steal the ball.
“Hyunjin, what was that?” Chan yells as he sprints past him, still stuck in his spot.
Hyunjin huffs a deep breath, tightens the mini ponytail atop his head and resumes his attention to the game. Or at least he tries to. His plays become messy and careless. His concentration was fucked. All because of you. One look at you was enough to destroy the mental focus he spent days preparing for this game.
You, in your oversized jacket. Its baggy sleeves drooping off your shoulders, framing you perfectly. You, with your hair pulled back in a loose ponytail. Your features on display in their effortless beauty and entirety. Your cheeks flushed from yelling too hard. Yelling his name.
It was all because of you.
Soon, the opposing team scored a goal. Then another. The tides had quickly turned and anxiousness for your team’s fate could be felt throughout the crowd. Thankfully, halftime was called and the players broke away to their respective locker rooms to regroup with their teams.
Chan sits everyone down for a team meeting. “Boys. What happened out there? We started off great but now we’re falling behind. We need to get our heads in the game. Do I need to remind you that our spot in nationals is on the line?”
Tired and defeated eyes avoid his glare. Only labored breaths can be heard in the locker room as the players rest their weary limbs on the cold concrete floor.
“Hyunjin. You told me you’d get it together for this tournament. What’s up with you? I know you can play better than that. I’ve seen you play better.”
“I promise, cap.” Hyunjin pants. “I’m gonna get it together. I’ll get the goals back.”
Chan gives him a stern nod and leaves the players to cool down before the game resumes. Chan’s frustrated, Hyunjin can tell, and he doesn’t blame him. He’s frustrated too, furious with himself. Hyunjin is the striker after all, the momentum of the whole team depends on his performance. He’s played better against tougher teams, there’s no excuse. He has to turn this around, pronto.
After their fifteen minutes are up, the teams re-enter the field. Hyunjin takes his position, his pulse racing and eyes fixed steady on the ball. The whistle blows and the players spring into action. Minho manages to steal the ball, dribbling it up the line towards the goal. Hyunjin finds an open spot to receive the pass, waving at him to send it over. Minho kicks a perfect pass, landing it right at Hyunjin’s feet. Hyunjin takes a wide swing at the ball—but he misses.
Disappointed groans can be heard from the crowd, met with elated cheers from the opposing side. Hyunjin’s temper blows up, he drops to his knees and pounds on the floor in frustration, spewing curses in the process. The referee gives him a warning, cautioning him to watch his language, to which he replies with a glare.
Hyunjin is fed up at this point, and needs a breather to calm his nerves. He motions for his coach to send in a substitute and storms off alone to the locker rooms. Murmurs of confusion and shock fill the crowd as they witness the star player of the team exit the field. How are they going to make it to nationals without him?
You felt nervous watching Hyunjin leave in a rage. He was never good at controlling his emotions, but he needed to regain his composure if there was any chance of returning to the game. You know how hard he can be on himself, and it kills you to think that this might cost him the tournament. He’d never be able to live with the guilt if he lets his team down. And you can’t let that happen to him.
“I’m going to him.” You tell Nari.
Before she can attempt to talk some sense into you and stop you from leaving—you’re gone. Snaking through the crowd, you rush under the bleachers and follow him to the locker rooms. Once you enter, you find him facing the wall, head resting against the concrete, fists clenched tight, resting on either side of his head. He’s breathing hard.
The realization that you’ve trespassed into a private area strikes you, causing you to feel suddenly self conscious. You timidly approach him, deciding to announce your presence by softly calling his name.
“Hyunjin.” You whisper.
He quickly turns around. Sweat drips down his face, which is twisted in an agitated glower. But his features relax the instant he realizes you’re standing before him. His harsh grimace melting into subtle shock, and then despair.
“What are you doing here?” He asks, eyes full of anguish.
“I…I wanted to make sure you were okay.”
“I’m fine. Just needed a break.” Hyunjin drops his gaze, focusing on the ground instead. “You shouldn’t be here, you know.”
You follow his action, sheepishly studying the floor. “I’m sorry. I’ll lea—“
“Stay.” He interjects. “Stay for a bit.”
You look back up in surprise to find him slowly approaching you. He pauses once he’s standing at your feet, his chest inches away from your face, looking down at you with a pained expression, with longing. His hesitation doesn’t last long, though. He seems to make up his mind and pulls you in to a hug.
Like muscle memory, your bodies mesh together, arms wrapping around one another, returning to where they belong. You breathe him in. His sweat drips onto your skin but you don’t care. You’d soak in every last bit of him if you could.
“I missed you. A lot.” Hyunjin murmurs in your hair. “I’m sorry I cut you out. I didn’t know what to do.”
You nod your head against his chest. Letting him know that you understand. “I missed you too.”
“I was a stupid. I shouldn’t have done it, because all this time, I needed you. I didn’t know I needed you until we met. But now I can’t stand being away from you.” He continues. “I hate how much I need you.”
Hyunjin loosens his grip around your shoulders, leaning back to meet your eyes.
“You drive me crazy, Y/N. I think about you every day, every second.” Hyunjin whispers. “You have all of me, my whole heart is yours…and you don’t even know it.”
He releases his grasp altogether, leaving you cold and missing his warmth.
“You don’t even know it.” He repeats, backing away from you as he speaks.
“What don’t I know, Hyunjin?” Your lips frown but your eyes plead for him to come back.
“How much you affect me. How much you hurt me.” He turns his back to you. “It fucking hurt me, can’t you see that? It broke me to see you with him.” You hear his voice tremble.
“I didn’t mean to.” You explain. “I’m sorry.”
Gently, you reach a hand out to him, grazing his arm with your fingers. He tenses at your touch, but can’t help gravitating towards it anyway, facing you once again.
“There’s nothing going on between me and him. I only ever wanted you. I still do.” The words spill out of you in a hushed whisper. “Do you believe me?”
Hyunjin let’s out a low sigh. He wants to believe you, so badly. But his heart still clings on to the fragments of hurt he experienced that night. How could he forget it all so easily?
“I don’t know.” He answers you. “I want to, but it’s difficult for me. You broke my heart that night, Y/N. And I didn’t know it was even possible. I didn’t realize how much I actually care about you until it shattered in my face. But I still care. I don’t think I can ever stop. Even if it hurts me like this. Even if y—“
You kiss him.
Hyunjin’s lips stop their motion when they are met with yours. His speech abruptly halted. His head went blank, only capable of processing the touch of your lips, the taste of your mouth. His heart reacts before his mind comprehends the sensation, rapidly pulsing like he just took a hit of ecstasy. Slowly, you part your lips from his, leaving him staring back at you, awestruck.
Hyunjin releases a shaky breath, clasping a hand to his head. “God, I’m fucked.”
“Why?” You question him.
“Because I’d let you break my heart again if it means I get to kiss you like this.”
You gaze at him, a light smile playing on your lips. “Hyunjin, I’m yours.”
“What?”
You wrap your arms around his neck, bringing him close, forcing him to meet your eyes.
“Im yours, okay? So don’t worry about anything, I just need you to go out there and win.”
“Y/N, I—“
“Get out there and win, Hyunjin. Your team needs you. I’ll tell you everything after the game, okay? I’ll be here, I promise.”
“I don’t understand.”
“What’s so hard to understand? I mean, it’s pretty simple.” You pull him closer.
“I love you.”
Hyunjin’s eyes widen hearing those words come out of your mouth. He’s frozen yet warm underneath your touch. His mind is in a daze. He thinks his heart might beat right out of his chest.
“Can you do that, Jinnie? Can you go out there and play like I know you can? Can you do that for me?”
Hyunjin gulps, still stunned by your words, but nods in acknowledgment.
“Get out there and win.”
You kiss him again, leaving him lightheaded once more, but invigorated. Hyunjin heads out to the field. He’s ready this time. He’s got his focus back.
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The final whistle is blown. The game is set. The scoreboard reads “3-2.” Your team has won. They made it to nationals.
Confetti cannons cover the stadium with shining ribbons. Deafening screams of celebration roar from the crowd. The players jump in elation below. Hugging each other, punching their fists in the air, soaking in their victory.
Everything moves in slow motion. Hyunjin is trapped by his teammates in a group hug, but whips his head in your direction, flashing you the biggest smile. He notices your seat is empty though. Where did you go?
“Hey! You can’t go there!” An angry voice draws his attention to the edge of the field.
He spots your figure. Hopping the fence that separates the grass from the bleachers and stubbornly ignoring the threats from the security guard. You are running straight towards him.
“Hyunjin!” You call out.
He breaks away from his team and heads to you. Sprinting as fast as he can, arms spread wide. He catches you and twirls you in the air. Planting a kiss on your lips as your feet land on the ground.
“You’re here.” He breathes against your mouth.
“You did it, Jinnie! Congratulations!” You beam.
“We did it.” He sighs, the corners of his lips refusing to fall.
“Hyunjin! Stop making out with your girlfriend and get over here for the group picture!” The booming voice had to be none other than Changbin, watching you two with a smug grin.
“I gotta go.” Hyunjin says. “But meet me later? Where should I find you?”
“How about the newsroom? There’s something I want to show you.”
He smiles at you, diving in for another quick peck. “Okay, I’ll see you there.”
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Hyunjin knocks softly on the door labeled “Uni Chronicles.” Inside you yell for him to come in, and he follows your voice, entering to find you sitting by the windowsill, a small stack of papers in your hand.
The warm glow of the low afternoon sun blankets the room in golden hues. Your skin radiates in the light. Your face beams even brighter, looking at him. He can’t help but smile.
You motion for Hyunjin to take a seat next to you as he approaches. And you lay the papers down in front of him.
“Hwang Hyunjin: the Heart Beneath the Jersey” it reads.
“Is this—you finished the editorial?” He asks, eyes wide as he reads the letters.
“This is the one and only copy as of now!” You tell him. “We’re gonna publish it after it gets edited and approved.”
He says nothing, continuing to stare at the paper in awe.
“I didn’t have the chance to have you look over it before I finished, since you ghosted me.” You tease, only a pinch of pettiness in your voice.
Hyunjin looks at you with a pout. “I said I was sorry.”
You laugh. “I know, I know. Go on and read it already.”
He nods and begins to read. The article starts off a bit harsh, recounting your unpleasant first meeting and initial impressions of the obnoxious player before you. Hyunjin’s eyes dart to you, brows furrowed in discontent. You smile and urge him to continue.
As he reads further, Hyunjin’s reactions are clearly displayed on his face. His expression becoming softer as the article continues. His gaze growing more intense as his eyes travel down the page. At the end of the editorial, Hyunjin’s stare is stuck on the concluding sentences.
“What started as an arduous task to dissect the jaded mind of the soccer team’s star player turned out to be an unexpected journey into the heart of a captivating individual with more passion than he knows how to manage. Getting to know Hyunjin on a personal level—beyond the assumptions of what character he seems to play in the minds of many on our campus—was an enchanting adventure. I’ll be the first to admit that Hyunjin captured the heart of even a critic like me, and I’m certain he’ll do the same to anyone who is granted the opportunity to know and to love him.”
He re-reads the last couple lines a few times, digesting your words, savoring every syllable.
Finally dropping the paper, he looks at you. “Did you really write this?”
“That’s my name on the article isn’t it?” You point out. ”Well…what do you think?”
“Y/N.” He cradles your face in his palms. “I love it. Thank you.”
Hyunjin tilts his head to capture your lips in his, allowing your mouths to meld together. When he releases you from the kiss, you’re left beaming at each other’s faces, grinning like a pair of Cheshire cats.
“I have to say, it was the most difficult paper to write yet.” You smile. “But it was worth it.”
“It’s amazing.”
You playfully roll your eyes. “Of course you’d think that. I practically gas you up the whole time.”
“It’s not that...” He clarifies. “Do you mean what you wrote?”
“Of course. I wouldn’t have written it if I didn’t.”
“You’re amazing.”
You feel shy from all his compliments. His affectionate gaze drills holes into your heart, filling them up with sugar and honey.
“I wish I was as good with words as you are. Then I could tell you more.” He says.
“Tell me more about what?”
“About…how I feel about you.”
Hyunjin pauses for a moment, mentally piecing together his next words. He always struggled with finding the right thing to say, and after searching his mind for a few seconds, he decides to do as he always does—speak from his heart.
“I love you.”
His voice rings in your ear, vibrating off the walls, an angelic melody. These three simple words strike you more than any novel you’ve ever read. They sound more beautiful than the symphonies that play in world-renowned theaters. They get you higher than any drug you can ever dare to take.
“I love you too.” You said this already, but the surge of euphoria it brings you doesn’t seem to wear off.
Hyunjin smiles wide, and doesn’t hesitate to pepper you with kisses, unleashing all of the pent up affection he has for you.
“Mm..can’t…breathe.” You gasp, arms gripping tight on his shoulders, but making no effort to push him away.
“I’m sorry, I can’t help it.” He pauses to let you catch your breath. “I’ve been holding in my urge to kiss you for so long and it’s all pouring out now.”
You chuckle at his impatience. “We have plenty of time to make up for it.” You give him a peck on the cheek, drawing a rosy blush where your lips graze his skin. The way he’s looking at you like a guilty puppy tempts you to kiss him a million more times.
“I’ve never been in love before.” Hyunjin confesses. “I don’t know how to do this.”
Your heart flutters at his admittance. You’re just as nervous as he is about what this all means. It was an endeavor to even get to where you are now with him. How will things go now that all your cards are on the table? He can hurt you. You already hurt him. But nothing could drive you away from his arms again. Nothing now. Not now that you’ve fully given in to him, given him everything, your whole heart, damaged and terrified as it may be.
It’s not always going to be easy. You know that. Loving Hyunjin will come with its trials and challenges. But loving him is all you know how to do. It comes as naturally as breathing, it’s not something you can stop.
“We’ll figure it out together.” You assure him.
Hyunjin nods, resting his head on your shoulder, his hands around your waist. He’s fearful of the future, but he’s less scared when you’re beside him. And he’ll never let you go. He loves you, too much. So much that he can’t function when you’re gone—truly lovesick.
Waves of uncertainty wash over you both, but your soul is at ease. The gentle flow of his breath ghosting over your skin calms you as your heart beats synchronize. If this is what being in love feels like, we’re going to be okay. You think to yourself. Everything’s going to be okay.
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Batstarion A!Astarion + S!Astarion Headcanons
Pairing: A!Astarion/S!Astarion x GN!Reader/Tav/Durge
This one took a while to write up, but I did learn some interesting facts about vampire bats and tried to apply them here.
**Spawn Astarion**
After the defeat of Cazador, Astarion soon discovered a book within the palace, which contained the skills of vampire spawns that his master never wanted him to know about.
One of these skills was to turn into a creature of the night, this quickly intrigued Astarion, causing him to try and master the spell. He even tries practising wild shape methods taught to him by Halsin.
This takes a while for him to master, night after night spent trying to improve his skills with no transformation in sight. One night, nearly at his wits end with trying to master it, you speak,
“Maybe it’s a phrase you have to shout, try yelling bat, maybe that would work?”
“Darling, I don’t think it’s going to be as simple as saying the word bat-”.
Suddenly,  who was once standing in place of Astarion, now lay a small white ball of fluff with wings.
You are greeted by happy chirps and squeaks, quickly turning into a chorus of angry squeaks. One drink of speak to animals potion unravels what he is saying.
“I can’t turn back, darling do something, I don’t want to be stuck looking like a rat!” he huffed.
“Try and relax, it might wear off?”
“How can I relax like this, I don’t even have arms!”
Softly touching the white curly on his head, with the lightest tip of your finger, the pale bat relaxes instantly within the palm of your hand, almost purring at your touch.
Suddenly, the weight shifted from your hands, causing you to drop the bat onto the ground, only for Astarion to shift back into his humanoid form.
Checking to see if he’s fine, you are greeted by light snoring coming from him, seemingly collapsed from exhaustion, the transformation takes on him. Over time, he learns how to master turning into a bat with ease, allowing him to require shorter rests after turning back.
Of course, with him being at such a small size, it makes travelling together simple from keeping him under a robe to shade him from the sun and his light weight. When shopping at local markets, he’ll take advantage of merchants fawning over how cute he is, giving you discounts on your produce, without being aware that he’s a blood-sucking vampire spawn under that white fluff.
“I do wish they gave us something more savoury and juicy for free” grumbling to himself.
“And miss out on all the other goods we get?”
“Hmmm…fair enough, but don’t be surprised if ask for extra tonight” responding with a smirk.
He would adore all the attention you give him in this form, from soft pets on his head to just relaxing with you at such a small size. At Wither’s reunion party, he would show it off to others about it any chance he gets, as his special party trick, beaming the whole way through. Although he would have to deal with the hangover afterwards from shifting constantly the next morning.
Additionally, if you can fly, whether that is by being a druid who can wild shape, to a draconic sorcerer who has gained their wings, you both have fun flying around together at night.
**Ascended Astarion**
For A!Astarion, transforming into a bat is as easy as a wizard casting a cantrip, simple and quick with no downsides.
A!Astarion wouldn’t be one to showcase his ability to shift into a bat at his grand masquerade parties, mainly for fear of being seen as a weak simple creature. Although he would use it to stealthily eves drop on others from the cover of the shadows.
After he’s fed you enough of his blood, if you are his spawn, he’ll teach you how to turn into a bat. In your bat form, he’ll fuss over you more, being more protective of you in this form, as if your body is a prized porcelain vase. Some of the servants just presume you're another bat he’s caring for out of the thousands in the palace.
Carrying you around in his shirt pocket to always gaze at you, whether he’s signing contracts to talking with nobles from other cities, he would be their watching over you, closer to his undead heart than ever before.
Eventually, after a while, he would teach you how to fully fly and would only allow you to fly out at night, only if he was there to keep watch over you. Whilst transformed into your bat forms, he would develop the habits of bats from trying to constantly groom your coat, by cleaning each other’s fur, despite your protests at times and sharing food with you by regurgitating blood as a gift to you.
Compared to the rare moments he is the one in bat form, he would only allow you to pet him, usually in private away from prying eyes, insisting that he has a reputation to uphold.
“Pet, I am all for you adoring me, but we mustn't tell others of this, I have an image to uphold after all”.
He would also experiment with applying some elements of his bat form to his humanoid form, such as shifting his arms to be bat wings, usually as an intimidation tactic, or to show off during his extravagant ball dance parties with you, by lifting you into the air with him.
When you carry him around in his bat form, he would try to nip you more often, unprompted over any small inconvenience. 
Not paying full attention to him? Bite,
Talking to someone other than him? Bite,
Just bored with nothing else to do? Bite.
But if you attempt the same thing to him when you're in bat form? He would laugh, calling you a “Cheeky little pup”.
However, if you keep trying to nip him, he will eventually gently order you to stop and ensure he’ll get his payback later in the day, still being petty about it.
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lilmashae · 6 months
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゚+*:ꔫ:*﹤"come over, i miss you." — y.jw (smut, so 18+)
this is shitty and bad.... really bad and not proofread, really shitty and rushed 😞 but i feel the need to post... so. here
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sultry music and strawberry-flavored lip balm invade your senses — you check your reflection a thousand more times, humming to the melody of the song that currently serenades you. it was an average saturday night — normal for you, at least. whether or not jungwon enjoyed playing these games with you went untold.
"come over, baby... i miss you, i'm lonely." your sugary, honey-coated voice cried from his phone's speaker. and how could he resist you? after all, you were his girlfriend (his sweet, sweet girlfriend), and the pretty girl calling his phone every other day, begging him to come over so she could spoil him with kisses. "okay, pretty girl — be patient, alright? i'm on the way over."
you felt proud, despite your reoccurring advances, jungwon never once refused your invites — maybe it was because you were so seemingly-chaste. looking in the mirror one last time, you admired the skimpy outfit you wore, lacy and pink, hugging all the right places. knock, knock! you couldn't (bear to) be ashamed, if anything you felt eager, prancing to the door and swinging it open. "hi, baby." you leaned against the door frame, smiling coyly and blinking through your eyelashes before inviting him in.
the two of you sat cuddled up on your bed, the blankets somewhat covered you. it wasn't long before it started — you got touchy, your hands roaming down his stomach and chest. "y/nnie? what're you doing?" "nothing..." you hum in response, kissing his jaw. and he believes you, because when he turns to look at you your eyes are glued to the screen. however, that doesn't stop your hands from "subconsciously" feeling him up — but eventually your act is up when you end up straddling his lap, it's hard to play innocent when you're so clearly grinding down on his buldge.
"baby," he whines, "t-the movie..." you just shrug, still sinking, trailing hot kisses down his body and lifting up his shirt. " s'fine, 'wonnie... 'missed you s'bad." eventually you're fully submerged under the duvet, hands holding onto his hips while they roll themselves deeper into your throat. "f-fuck, y/n..." he's still pouting. "mpf! relax, 'wonnie.. can't suck you off if you don't stay still." you hold one of his hands in your own before diving back down, taking him back into your mouth. " s'so warm! shit!" jungwon's hips stutter, you can feel his tip kissing the back of your throat and you gag. you hum around him, your free hand stroking the base of his cock while you swirl your tongue around his tip. "fuck... i'm 'gonna cum, y/n, please — shit! baby, no..." you pull away before he can come and place a deep kiss on his lips. "why'd you—" " 'want you to cum inside me, not my mouth." he's flustered by how casually you speak, all he can do is nod.
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guidelines and disclaimers! ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 ahhhhhhhh idk idk luv u all lots, tons of kisses 💋
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iloveyouinred · 6 months
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Mentor!Tighnari x Reader
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𓇬♡ | Warning: NSFW, degrading, Tighnari is a meanie, kind of animal(what)
In which, you were so dumb and Ignorant, he need to fuck it out of you.
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"Dumb girl. At least your body can accept me well." He dragged his cock along your rigged walls. Wet squelch quitely filled your bedroom. Your body bent on the smooth surface of the wooden desk, with books under your chin. Drool almost colours its pages if not for his attentive nature. He lift your head slightly, just enough to move the book from below you.
"Look at you. What a mess." You can hear his exasperated sigh. Feeling his stare at your hopeless state. You don't need him to judge you after he took a hit on his anger and pin you down the table to fuck you. He never had enough patience to teach you. There is always little thing that you do, be it how you fiddle with your short skirt when he comments on your assignment's answer. Or how you never give up and redo your assignment to please his standards, with those top that hanging just a little bit too low when you bend to write down your answer on the paper. Giving him a peek of your thin line of cleavage. And by how you blush every time his skin makes contact with yours, you were inviting. And he gladly accepted.
His ears perked up. Twitching as he releases his seeds deep in you. You could feel his cock is different with its rigid surface, giving you overstimulation everytime he pounds back into you, forcing your soft walls open, sucking around him as his head makes a knot on your insides. As if ready to breed you. At that point, even if you tried to get away from him, you won't be able to pull off his cock. Whatever the case, he forces your body down while your ass up struggling with his quick thrusts. Hand gripping the back of your neck, giving it enough restrain that remind you of a dog on a leash.
"Tig- hah -nari! Ah! Nghah! Hah!" He grunts as he feels you tighten around him, seemingly close. He pounds faster, deeper to race with you, giving you the stimulation you needed. At this point your mind is too dumb to learn anything. You just want to be breed like this everyday by him. Maybe it suit you better. After all tighnari was right. You are dumb based on his dictionary. You drool as he send one deep thrust that possibly enter your womb before pouring his warm liquid. Breeding you full of his offspring. He will keep you in his knot for the while before he let go you your fucked up body. Giving you time to clean up yourself before anyone in your family come home. But he promise to come back the next day. You still need much more learning. He is your tutor after all, what would he do instead of teaching you diligently everyday, every hours you are free. He might start rewarding you if you do good enough.
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beary-rambles · 1 year
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Econ tutor | 100 Follower Special
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Summary: You're failing econ and you need to pass this semester. When you asked your professor he told you he would assign you a tutor, Ethan Landry.
Pairing: Ethan Landry x Fem!reader
Warnings: SLOWBURN, fluffy, he fell first and fell harder, no ghostface au! Ooc characters (Happy friend group laugh out loud), ethan gives me peanut allergy vibes, misunderstanding trope, strangers to friends to lovers, not proofread.
word count: 9.3k
Looking at the grade from your most recent test on canvas you can only groan and put your head in your hands, You suck at econ. Econ aka economics is one of the worst classes ever invented. 
You couldn't fail this class, you needed it to graduate and you definitely weren't repeating it especially when you paid a lot of money to take it. As a freshman at Blackmore University you needed to take econ for your degree and it sucks. 
You should email your professor and ask if he's free. You draft out an email and during his open hours you send it to ask if he has any advice for you to improve your grade. Just like any other professor he of course does not answer you within a reasonable time and all you can do is stress out for the next week.
He finally gets back to you and tells you to meet him after your last class. You dreadfully walk your way to his class and knock on the door. "Come in." You open the door and see your professor standing by his desk with a boy who must be the same age standing stiffly near him.
You make your way towards them and you feel confused, Did you get the time wrong? No, you repeatedly checked the time and date so you can't be wrong.
Your questions are quickly answered as he begins to speak. "This is Ethan Landry, he's a star student and he's agreed to tutor you and prepare you for the final." The final was a couple months away as it was only just the beginning of the second semester and you needed to pass it to pass the class.
You look at Ethan who smiled as soon as you looked at, "It's nice to meet you." "It's nice to meet you too." He's not bad to look at, at all. He's got a nice smile and curly hair, he wears a plain black hoodie and blue jeans with sneakers. He's cute. 
The professor goes over some other things like scheduling and how you two should scheduling meeting days. Once you two are dismissed you are standing outside of his room with him.
"So, could I get your number?" He looks at you shocked, his face slightly red, "You know, so I can text you and we schedule a day to meet." He looks embarrassed, "Oh right." 
You hand him your phone and he puts his number in and hands it back. An awkward silence falls over you as you bounce heel to toe. "So.... When are you free?"
"What?" "You know, like for our first session." You're shocked his face can get anymore red, "Right! I'm free any day. I never really have anything planned. Oh my god that sounds so lame I mean I have plans sometimes just not anytime soon-""Ethan." You're laughing. He's really cute.
He's looking down at his feet as he kicks some of the pebbles on the ground. "I'm sorry I'm not laughing at you. Promise." He nods. seemingly not believing in you as you continue. "So, What about thursday? I get out of my liberal arts class at 2 then I'm free for the rest of the day." 
He nods, "I get out of algebra at 2:30 if you're willing to wait." You nod as you smile. “That's fine, We could meet in the library?” He nods, “yes that works.” You smile as he lifts his head, “I really want to thank you for doing this, I really appreciate it.” He nods and scratches the back of his neck with a sheepish grin, “It's no problem really.” 
You begin to walk back and wave “I'll see you.” You turn back before he gets to say anything and head to your dorm for the day, exhausted after your morning classes. He seems like the nerdy smart type and that’s good because you really need help with this class. You should find a way to thank him for doing this.
It's monday so you have a couple days until your first session. For some odd reason you can't wait to study econ.
‘Do you have a favorite dessert?’ Ethan can barely believe his eyes at the text you just sent him. It's Tuesday and he doesn't have class on Tuesday so he spends the morning at the gym, sweat dripping down his face as he reads over the text you sent. Dessert? Why were you asking him about the dessert? “It's the first text you sent him other than a confirmation text to confirm it was actually his number (a text he totally did not stress over for about ten minutes before he answered) 
He couldn't believe his luck when his econ professor had come up to him and asked if he would tutor you since you were failing the class. You being the person he had a massive crush on since he first saw you walking around campus, then he found out you were in the same econ class as him and began to sit closer to you during class so he could look at you. Not in a stalker way of course. He didn't mention this to anyone, especially not Chad, his roommate and the person who he considers to be his best friend. Chad would definitely find a way to make fun of him and beg him to ask you out at any given moment. 
When he was talking to you yesterday he felt like his heart was about to burst out of his chest. He made a fool out of himself and he was embarrassed, of course the first time he tries to talk to you he ruins it. You laughed at him, your laugh is nice so is your smile it's so much better when directed at him than seeing you smile from across the room. “What's got you smiling like that huh?” Chad had walked up to him with a curious look on his face and a grin. “Nothing.” Ethan quickly turned off his phone as Chad crossed his arms, “Nope what is it.” Ethan sighs, “It's nothing really.” His phone dings and before Ethan can blink, Chad is snatching it out of his hand, “Hey!” You texted again, ‘also do you have any allergies?’ Ethan tries to get the phone back but Chad is looking at it with a tilted head, “Y/n? With heart next to it dude you never told me you got a girlfriend.” Ethan manages to get the phone back and shakes his head, “She's not my girlfriend.” Chad now has a look on his face that Ethan does not like, “Oh you got a crush on the girl, got it.” 
Ethan groans as he sits down on the bench, This isn't good. “I dont think ive heard of her, I'm gonna ask Tara if she knows her.” Chad pulls out his phone. “Please don't.” “aaaaaaand send, oh no too late.” Ethan groans and lays back on the bench with his head in his hands. This is the worst, exactly what he was trying to avoid. Ethans phone buzzes and he looks at it, ‘No way your nerd ass has a crush on that hottie LOL.’ He throws the phone on the ground next to him and covers his face. Chad laughs, “Oh she works with Tara and is her lab partner, ooo she sent me her insta.” Ethan’s ears burn, he is so embarrassed. “Oh she's cute, ask her out.” 
Ethan finally sits up, “No way.” Chad rolls his eyes, “Dude why not.” Ethan shakes his head, “She doesn't like me. She doesn't even know me.” Chad sits on the bench next to him, “If she doesn't like you then why the hell is she asking you if you're allergic to anything?” “I dont know im her tutor for econ-” “woah woah woah woah back up.” Ethan sighs, “You're her tutor??” “Starting thursday.” He can't wait for Thursday, it had only been a day since he found out and he could barely contain his excitement. “Oooo the perfect opportunity to ask. her. out.” “Chad-” “Think about it, you two are sitting cozy in your bed going over notes-” “Why are we in my bed?” “And you make a move on her, it's perfect.” “You're ridiculous.”  “I'm not being ridiculous, I'm being serious, ask her out.”
Ethan stands up and cleans up his stuff to leave, “Nope and this is exactly why i didn't want to tell you.” Chad shakes his head, “Don’t worry man I got you.” “Don't even think about it.”
‘Um, I like cookies.’
‘Allergies? I'm allergic to peanuts.’
You had settled on making him a dessert as a gift most people like desserts right?. Cookies it is. You started researching different recipes and planned out a day to go get ingredients when you got a text from tara. 
‘Hey, are you free on friday?’
You groan and hope she's not about to ask you to cover a shift for her, Fridays are usually a free day for you, no classes and no school so you're free to do what you want and you do not want to spend another Friday covering a shift.
‘If you need me to cover a shift for you, no but if it's for anything else then yes.’
‘You wouldnt cover for me 🙁’
‘No way.’
‘Im joking, you're coming with me to go bowling with my friends. Five. be dressed i'm gonna come pick you up.’
‘Do I have a choice? You never invite me to these things.’
‘Nope. love you <;3’
Why does she want you to come? It's an odd request because despite the fact you two are close you've never been invited to hang with her friend group, you don't even know who’s in said group. You thumbs down her last message before going back to your cookie research. 
“She’s coming!” “Nice!” Ethan glares at Tara and Chad as they high five and peck lips in his dorm. “What are you two talking about?” Tara smiles at him as she moves to leave for the night, “Oh nothing, just got you a bowling partner for friday, you're welcome.” Ethan tilts his head confused, “I thought Quinn was gonna be my partner.” His sister, Quinn, while not a main member of their friend group, usually joined them for these sorts of hang outs, “She cant make it she needs to make up a test for physics.” 
Ethans earlier conversation with Chad plays in his mind as he looks at them, “What did you two do?” “Nothing! Goodnight!” “Tara!” She runs out the door and he turns to Chad, “Don't you dare tell me-” “You're welcome.” 
Ethan flops onto his bed and sighs. He should have never let Chad find out and now Tara knew and that only made it worse. He runs his hands over his face, he really likes you and he doesn't want to ruin it, now he would be partnered with you for bowling and the worst thing is he sucks at bowling. 
It was wednesday and you were in lab with tara doing some research lab, she was clearly not interested in it though as she started talking to you.
"So I heard you're getting tutored for econ." you turn to her shocked, "how did you hear about that?" she rolls her eyes, "um i'm dating chad?" "I know? what does that have to do with anything?" she gives you a dumbfounded look, "Ethan is Chad's roommate? And my friend? did you seriously not know this, he's gonna be there on friday."
oh. "No?!? why would i know that tara i usually tune out whenever you start talking about him-" "hey what's that supposed to mean-" "it means i don't want to hear about you and what your boyfriend are up to especially knowing you-" "knowing me?-" "you're gonna say something weird so i tune out-" "I would never." You give her a blank stare and she shrugs, "You're just mad I have a hot boyfriend. I knew it."
You groan and look at your paper and begin to work, "definitely not jealous tara." "sure...." for a few moments it's quiet and you hope that's the end of her questioning but of course, "there has to be a guy you think is cute."
You look at her, "What?" "Is there a guy you think is cute?" "Tara, stop pushing your relationship agenda onto me. I don't need a boyfriend- ""or a girl I don't judge-" "tara." "One person just named one."
you roll your eyes, "i don't know," You think and your mind automatically drifts back to ethan. You two haven't texted since you asked him about desserts but right now when asked if there's a guy you think is cute all you can think about are his dreamy eyes and curly hair. "Ethans pretty cute." You blurt out before you can stop yourself and slap your hand over your mouth, tara grins. You don't like that grin.
"I see...." "I didn't mean to say that-" "okay...." "Tara forget about it." "No way." she pulls her phone and texts someone while you can only look at her with horror. "Who are you texting?" "nobody." she smiles as she puts her phone down and goes back to work, "Oh come on we need to finish this paper." "I hate you."
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Thursday had rolled around faster than you thought it would. Yesterday after your work shift you walked to the grocery store and picked up what you needed to make a (hopefully) good batch of cookies. Walking out of your liberal arts class you walk back to your dorm and pick up the cookies you made and make your way to the library.
You sit down at one of the empty tables and text him where you're sitting. You don't receive a response until 2:30, 'Okay! I'll meet you there, just need to run back and grab my econ textbook.'
He walks in at 2:45, he spots you and smiles as he moves towards you. "Hi." "Hey there." He sits across from you. He looks cute today, he's wearing a red sweater with black jeans, and his hair looks really soft. "So..." You realize you're staring and look down at your notes you had pulled out. “Um….” It's awkward, his face is red and he’s fiddling around with his papers. You need to end this before you guys just end up sitting here in silence. “Do you mind if we start with the recent test, I'm sorry but it's just… It was really bad.” You laugh and he smiles, “No I mean yes! Of course we can.” As soon as you begin you fall into an easy conversation, He’s way more confident while going over Econ, you realize it's kind of hot that he’s so smart. 
“I'm sorry but I don't know how much more econ I can take for the day.” You rub your head as he laughs. It's now after six and you're starving. “That's okay, we can wrap up for the day and continue next time.” You two pack up and walk out the library together, the sun is set so it's dark out and he looks at you worried, “I didn't even notice the sun had set.” You say looking at the sky, “Please it's my fault let me walk you to your dorm.” You laugh and shake your head, he looks really worried and apologetic, it's cute. “Ethan really it's okay not your fault at all, probably mine to be honest i really didn't get all that inflation stuff.”  You really sucked at anything with money, especially if it's in economics, you two had to sit there for an hour as he went over just that one question with you.  
“No.. really it was- i mean please let me walk you there. I would feel bad letting you walk on your own, not that you can't take care of yourself of course but you know it's late and there are a lot of weird guys walking around right now i kind of seem like a weird guy don't i shit-""Ethan!” You're laughing, he really is so cute. He stares at you amazed at you laughing before he looks down, “I'm sorry, I can go-'' He quickly turns to leave but you grab his arm to stop him. His arm feels muscular, does he have muscles? No… is he really underneath all those baggy hoodies and sweaters he wears? He turns back to you alarmed, “Walk me home? Maybe you're right there are a lot of weirdos around and I need a big strong guy over 6 ft to protect me, don't you think?” 
You squeeze his arm reassuringly as his face burns and his ears go red. You're teasing him, you look at the look on his face and think about apologizing before he speaks again, “Yes.” 
You swear you saw him puff his chest slightly. You almost laugh but after seeing his reaction last time you dont and smile at him as you let go of his arm, "my dorm is this way." you lead him and he walks next to you side by side. "Wait here." He switches places with you so he's next to the road, He's sweet. You two fall into a comfortable silence, it's nice. He bumps into you slightly as you walk, his arms are warm. Your hands brush against each other but before anything else can come from it you arrive at your door.
"Thank you for everything I mean, I really appreciate it." "It's no problem really." You nod as he turns to leave, he makes it a few steps before you call after him, "Wait! shit i can't believe i almost forgot." He turns to you confused, "is everything-" "I made these for you." Youre hold out a container for him and he stares at it, "They're cookies." 
He looks at you in disbelief, "You mentioned you liked them so I thought I would make you some, you know, as a thank you for tutoring me." He stares at you not moving, "if you don't want them that's okay too i promise i didn't poison them." You try to awkwardly joke, feeling a little defeated he didn't want the cookies. He snaps back and shakes his head furiously, "no no no no i want them thank you im just, really shocked." He takes the container out of your hands and holds them as if he fears they're gonna be taken away from him. "Thank you." he says quietly, looking at the container. 
"no thank you." You walk back and get to your door, still standing there looking at you. You smile at him and wave "Bye I'll see you tomorrow!" 
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He's frozen outside your dorm as he stares at where you were just standing. He's gripping the container tightly in disbelief. You had made him cookies. The last time someone made him cookies was his mom who died years ago. He looks down at the container as his hands begin to shake.
He realizes how crazy he must look, standing outside your dorm so he quickly begins to walk to his dorm. His face hurts from how hard he's grinning, all the time he thinks he can't fall any deeper for you he does. Today was the best day ever, you two sat there for hours. He felt like his heart was going to burst out of his chest every time you looked at him while he was going over a topic. When you got so excited every time something finally made sense and you looked at him, your face covered with a smile, he felt like he couldn't breathe. 
When you were asking him questions all he could do was stare at you. You were the most beautiful girl in the world to him. He opens his door and enters his dorm, the large grin never leaving his face. "Awe look at you." Chad was leaning against a wall and smiling, "You're adorable." Ethan ignores Chad as he moves past him to his bed. He places the container on his desk and his bag on his chair then sits on his bed to take off his shoes"what's this huh?" Chad inspects the container of cookies with a teasing look. "Put that down." 
Chad opens the container, "Cookies? Where did you get these? Can I have one?" Ethan rolls his eyes and shakes his head, "Get out." Chad hums his thoughts and his eyes light up, "did y/n make these for you? oooooo i get it loverboy you don't want me to have any of the sweet cookies your girlfriend made with love for you." Ethan stands and snatches the container out of his hands, "Shut up!" He's red and his grin still hasn't left, Chad looks happy. "So anything fun happens?" Ethan shakes his head, "We just did econ that's all." "boring.'' Chad leaves not before yelling a quick ask her out. Ethan begins to rethink the day. Every Time he thinks he's done something right with you he always finds a way to mess it up.
He takes a shower and changes into his clothes for bed and as he's about to sleep he eyes the container of cookies. He takes one and bites into it. It's sweet.
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You close the room to your dorm and sigh. The tutor session kicked your ass, you kicked off your shoes and threw your tote bag to the ground and layed down on your bed. Today went well, you were shocked when you looked at your notes you could actually comprehend what any of it meant. It was all thanks to ethan. 
You were shocked you found yourself enjoying his presence so much. It was weird, you didn't expect yourself to like him as much as you did. He was smart, kind, he made you laugh, he didn't degrade you when you didn't understand the topics he went through it with you slowly and made sure to go over anything thoroughly, he wasn't like most of the other guys on campus who were douchebags. you were glad you got ethan as your econ tutor.
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It's now Friday, almost five as you put the finishing touches on your outfit. As you get a text from tara, 'HERE COME OUT NOW' you roll your eyes and grab your bag and walk out the door.
A large group of people are out there chatting, you don't recognize most of them. The door closes behind you and all the heads turn towards you. 
"Hey dude." "Hey tara." Tara rushes over and gives you a hug. "So this is mindy, chad, anika," They all smile at you, you notice mindy and anika holding hands and standing side by side, anika waves while mindy nods. Chad is standing behind Tara and gives you a knowing smile, "and of course you know ethan." Ethan. He's standing in the back with his hands in his jeans, he's wearing a blue polo shirt with a black jacket. He looks really cute. 
You smile back at him and look into his eyes. He locks eyes with you and he smiles. "Wait, you two know each other?" Mindy asks with an accusing finger. "I tutor her for econ." "really?" Anika looks back at Ethan who nods. 
Tara claps and gets everyone's attention, "enough standing around let's move guys." Tara wraps her arm around chads and begins to walk, mindy and anika following closely behind leaving you and ethan walking side by side. 
"I really liked the cookies." You turn to him as he looks away, you smile as a warm feeling fills your chest. "I'm glad." 
"So did i." Chad looks back with a smile, "you had one?" Ethan asks with a glare, "we split one, you need to make some for me." Tara calls from the front. "I will as long as you stop asking me to cover for you at work." She gasps, "I would never." You give her a blank look as she laughs.
"So how long have you two been studying together?" Anika looks back at you with a smile, "um, we only had one session yesterday, he's supposed to be tutoring me until the final." You look at Ethan who has a big smile on his face. Anika looks at the two of you and gives mindy a knowing look.
An easy conversation begins to flow between you all as you walk to the bowling alley. You sneak glances at Ethan who wears a grin on his face while everyone in the group teases him for whatever they 're currently talking about. You like the way he acts around his friends, he's a little more confident as he shuts Chad up for making fun of his messy room or arguing with mindy about some horror movie. It was nice, the night hadn't even begun but you felt like you hadn't had this much fun in forever.
You all finally arrive at the place and they all rush to get their shoes. "So the pairs will be, me and tara, anika and mindy then y/n and ethan." "Oh we'll be in pairs?" you turn to ethan and smile, "we're gonna win." His face is red but he nods, "Definitely." 
"I'd like to see you try dude." Chad slaps his back he leans in close to you, "fyi he's terrible at bowling." "Dude!" Chad runs away before Ethan can say anything else. "I'm not good either, it's okay, as long as I do better than Tara I don't care." To this he laughs, "Oh we definitely need to do better than tara." You two laugh as you go to collect your shoes and pick your ball.
"Can you hurry or else I'm gonna put you last." You walk over to Tara and roll your eyes, "you're gonna put me last anyways." She gasps, "I would-" "never yes I know." She pouts as you sit next to anika. 
Ethan makes his way over and sits down next to you. The order is decided to be anika, mindy, you, ethan, chad then tara. 
As anika takes her turn Chad starts talking to you. "So how long have you and Tara been friends?" You think before answering, "um, I had been working at this place for a couple years and I had heard about her when she was hired. Never got the chance to talk with her until we started working the same shifts. We got along and soon found out we attend the same school. We got the same lab class, she became my partner and she's been bothering me ever since." "Hey." 
"So you've been living in New York your whole life?" Ethan asks, "yup born and raised." Mindy cheers anika up as she misses her shot, Mindy walks up to take her turn, not before giving anika a kiss and anika sits down. “So what are we talking about?” You guys flow into an easy conversation, mostly about yourself, like your major or what your interests are before it's your turn. 
“Can I admit something?” you turn to the group, “I have no clue how to bowl.” Tara looks at you shocked, “No…” You laugh, “I seriously never have before.” “Well I can-” “Ethan can show you how to.” Chad is quick to interrupt anika, the two share a look, “oooooo yeah yeah yeah yeah can definitely show you right ethan.” The rest of them start to encourage him as he gives them a look you can't read. “I don't really care who teaches me, I just wanna throw this thing away.” Ethan stands, “I can do it.” He moves to take off his jacket and you're greeted by the sight of his muscular arms. 
Wow. He really does have muscles.  You stare at his arms as he walks towards you. You've always thought he was cute but he just got so much hotter. His shoulders are large, and the polo on him is tighter than you thought, his chest pressing against the fabric. 
You look at his face finally and see it's very red and he's standing stiff. Oh my god you were blatantly checking him out. you turn your back towards him and go to pick up your ball. The group behind you laughs as Ethan walks towards you. you put your fingers in the holes and pick up the ball.
"So when you're throwing it you want your arm to be straight..." You try to correct your arm position and look at him, "like this?" he shakes his head, "no it's more... um do you mind if i..." you nod as he comes closer to readjusting you himself, his warm body is basically pressed against you as he moves your arms and shoulders slightly. "That's better." It's a small whisper in your ear but your face burns.
God when did he get so hot. No he always was but right now it's all you can think about. Fuck. He moves his hand to cover yours, "and when you throw it it's something like... this." he sways your hand and you let go of the ball. You watch as the ball rolls and it knocks all the pins down. 
"No way." You cheer as you turn to face him, "I did it!" you hug him and he stands stiff. You let go and turn towards the rest of the group who clap. "Good job." "Nice!"
"That was really good." His ears are red as you mumbles out the words. "Well it's all thanks to my wonderful teacher." You smile at him and he looks away, "no...." 
"enough flirting then it's your turn." Mindy yells as the rest of the group laughs. You walk back to the rest of the group and sit down and watch ethan. He stands still for a few seconds before shaking it off and walking towards his ball.
You had no clue what Chad was talking about because Ethan continued to get strikes, if not really good scores for the rest of the night. You're shocked by this and seemingly the rest of the group is too.
When you go to the bathroom the group confronts him."When the hell did you get so good at bowling? Have you been practicing?" Ethans face is shocked and he quickly blinks his eyes and shakes his head, "No..." Chad catches this and laughs, "No way you've really been practicing." "It's not true!" His face feels hot and he quickly looks down at his feet.
"Why did you practice?" Anika asks, "Clearly because he didn't want to humiliate himself in front of his little girlfriend." Tara laughs and Ethan feels like he wants to curl up into a ball and die.
Yes he had been practicing, any hour he could squeeze in since finding out you would be joining them for bowling night he came down to the bowling alley to practice. He was bad, the worst of the group at least and now he can compete with Chad in score. You come back soon enough, you question what they were talking about but they all just laugh.
You cheer as Ethan throws his last strike signifying your win. “We did it!” You hug him as he walks over, unlike last time he hugs you back and squeezes you tightly. You pull back and look at him and smile, “I didn't know you were that good.” 
He smiles sheepishly and shakes his head, “I'm not-” “Yes you are.” You slap his chest lightly and he looks shocked. “Stop putting yourself down, you carried my ass through that game, admit it.” He shakes his head, his grin is large as he looks down, “No-” “Stop it!” You turn back to the rest of the group who all have grins on their face, “What?” 
“Oh nothing.” Tara says as she stands up, “It's later than i thought lets go i have to open tomorrow.” “Do you really? I'm close.” “Shit you're so lucky.”  “Am i really i have to close for your messy ass.” She shoves you and you laugh. 
You all leave together and walk back to the dorns. When you all get there they all turn to you. “You passed congrats.” You look confused, “What?” “I told you guys she was great.” “I wish Sam could have made it.” “What's happening?” “Welcome to the friend group!” You think before realization hits you, “Oh!” You laugh, “Thanks guys.”
They all say their goodbyes and anika gives you a hug before they all walk off to their dorms. Ethan stays with you and fiddles with his hands. “I thought i should walk you to your dorm, its-” “Late, yes it is, thank you my knight in shining armor.” He looks away and you two walk side by side to your dorm.
You admire him, as you two walk in silence. At your door you say goodbye and wave and he waves back at you as you close your door.
It had only been a few weeks since then, study sessions were going really well. You two began to grow closer over the weeks but there still seemed to be something blocking you two from getting closer. As for the friend group, you soon met Sam and Quinn who were more than welcoming to you. You watched as Quinn would tease her brother and how embarrassed he would get when she would tell you embarrassing stories about him from when he was younger. 
You had just finished up a successful study session with ethan and you two walked out the library, you pulled out the container of cookies for him and handed them to him with a smile, “Here you go kind sir.” He smiled and shook his head, “Thank you. You know you don't have to do this for me everytime.” You laugh it off, “I need to thank you somehow.”
He stood there with a contemplating look on his face. It had started to stay lighter outside later in the day so you didn't need him to walk you back to your dorm (He still did) but now he realized you two could do something else instead of just walking home. “Do you want to eat them with me?” You look at him confused, “I mean.. There a cafe down the block we can go there get some coffee or whatever and eat them together.” The look on your face must have sent the wrong message because he immediately starts to back track. “I mean if you want to i don't want to do anything you don't want to its a stupid idea anyway i'll just walk you back to-” “Ethan i'd love to.” He gulps, “Really?” You nod with a grin, “seriously. I mean i made them with browned butter this time they have to be my best batch yet.” You two began to walk side by side to the cafe, you made some small talk about if the group was hanging out tomorrow and he answered that they wanted to go to sams for dinner. When you two arrived he turned and asked if you wanted something to drink, you stared at the menu until something caught your eye and asked for that. He ordered your drink and a hot chocolate for him. He pulls out his card and pays as you insist you should, “You made the cookies let me pay.” You give him a look as you reluctantly agree.
Once you two have your drinks you two decide to sit at one of the benches outside since it was good weather out. He pulls out the container of cookies and admires them, “They do look really good.” “What did you not think they would.” You're kidding but he looks up alarmed, “i didn't mean-” “i'm kidding ethan.” you put a hand on his arm and squeeze it reassuringly.
He smiles and nods as he takes two cookies and hands one to you, “cheers?” you take it and link them together, “Cheers.” 
you both took a bite and he immediately hummed, “this really is so good.” “I know.” you both laugh.
as he dunks his cookie into his hot chocolate you look at him as you think to yourself that he looks so content while eating the cookie.
“Is there a reason why you like cookies?”
he looks up at you with a shocked face, “what?” you shrug, “i mean there are so many other desserts and most people prefer other things so is there a reason? other than that they taste good of course.”
he laughs and shakes his head, “um.” He coughs before he continues, “my mom used to make cookies when i was young.” you look at him shocked he never talks about his mom. “Whenever I would do well on a test or in soccer she would make a big batch of cookies and would sit with me and eat them with me with a big glass of milk.” He laughs with a smile on his face, “whenever i would get a milk mustache she would laugh and wipe it off with the biggest smile on her face.” His voice quiets down and you can see his hands begin to shake.
“ethan.” you grab his hand and squeeze it, “i'm sorry.” he wipes his eyes with his other hand then places it on top of yours. “its okay ethan.” he shakes slightly as he begins to cry, “i miss her, so much.” 
You feel like something is squeezing at you heart as you you watch him you get up from you seat and he looks up at you in shock, you move to sit next to him and wrap your arms around him, “Im so sorry ethan.” he leans into you and cries, “I'm sorry-” “you shouldn't apologize, its okay.” he sniffles as he looks up at you, “Thank you.” 
Your feelings for Ethan grew into something more but you didn't know how to put it in words. You soon understood them when it was the beginning of may, only two more weeks until your final and you were beginning to stress out. Ethan told you not to worry and everything would go well but you couldn't help it. Even though your test scores had improved and you began to understand a lot of the material you couldn't help but worry over the class.
During one of your own personal study sessions in the library you realize you ran out of paper for your binder and needed to go get more. You were standing in the subway waiting for the train to arrive stressed out of your mind, this was the last thing you needed to happen right now and you had no clue how to calm down. Once the train arrived you walked on and realized there were no open seats, of course, great. You walk over to one of the poles but you see Ethan sitting on one of the benches. A wave of unexpected relief flows through your bones seeing him you didn't know why. 
He notices you and smiles, he gestures you towards him and you realize the seat next to him is open just being covered by his bag. You smile in relief and rush over. “Thank you oh my god you're a lifesaver.” He just laughs, “It's not a problem.”
The train begins to move as he turns to you, “So what are you doing out?” You sigh and the worry begins to flood back into your body. “I was studying econ and then I ran out of paper for my binder so I have to go get some and I'm just so stressed out because I need to do well-” “Hey.” He places his hand on yours and you turn to him.
He's giving you a pleading look as he squeezes your hand, “Please relax,” You sigh, “I cant-” “Yes you can just relax, hey… um i'll come with you to go get the binder paper.” “Really?” “Yeah definitely.”
You smile at him, “Okay.” Now feeling a little more calm you look in your bag for your airpods to listen to some music but soon realize you left them at your dorm. You groan and set your back down by your feet causing Ethan to look at you alarmed, “I left my earbuds at my dorm.”
He looks down at the phone in his hair and hesitates before taking out the other airpod he wasn't wearing from his case and handing it to you, “Here you can… listen with me, if you want to I mean.” You look at his case and realize he has one of the cheetos airpod cases and laugh before looking back at him and taking it, “Thank you, cute case.” 
He looks at it and shakes his head before shoving it in his bag, “Quinn got it for me.”
You put the airpod in and are immediately stunned, “Taylor swift?” He had been listening to all the girls you loved before and he suddenly looked down at his phone, “I can change it-” “No i was just shocked i like this song.” 
While you sat next to him you felt a sense of peace wash over you and you relaxed for what was probably the first time this whole week. You lean against him unconsciously and feel him stiffen before he relaxes. You realize his hand is still on yours and you lace your fingers with his as you close your eyes. No you weren't tired, you just wanted to bask in his presence for a moment with his heartbeat near your ear and his breath tickling your head. 
You liked him. It didn't hit you like an unexpected realization; it felt freeing to finally put what you were feeling into words. You smile to yourself and move closer to him.
It's been another week since then and you were struggling to decide if you were really going to confess at the end of the school year. You had decided since the school year is almost over and He would be going home for the summer and you wouldn't be able to see him so if you confessed and he rejected you it wouldn't be as awkward because he would leave and you two wouldnt see each other again until the new school year but the idea of him never talking to you again made you feel sick.
It was the last wednesday of the school year, the last day before your last study session with ethan which was also the last day before your econ test. There was a party, you didn't know who was throwing it but Tara practically begged you to come so here you were sitting on a couch next to anika as you two were chatting. “I told you that dress would look super cute on you.” “Thanks anika.” You looked around the room for the one person you were hoping to see, “Where's ethan?” Anika sits up and looks around before shrugging, “I have no clue.” 
You begin to worry as you frantically look and can't find him, “I'm gonna go look for him.” Anika nods as you get up and begin making your way through the party.
Your about to turn a corner before you freeze at the voice you hear, “Ask her out man.” Chad.  “No way i've told you this” Ethan. Who was he talking about? “C'mon man you're hot as hell just ask her out already.”
All you can hear is ethan sigh, “She doesn't-” “Oh shut up man just ask her out.” Who the hell are they talking about? Does Ethan like somebody? A pit forms in your stomach as all you can feel is dread. “Shes sitting over there man ask her out.” Now you feel sick, there's somebody Ethan likes, and it's not you. You back up and walk away. You head back to anika who has your bag and gives you an alarmed look at your upset face as you grab your bag from her side. “Is something wrong? What happened?” You shake your head as your eyes water, you attempt to say something but you can't. As she moves to stand up you rush out of the house. You can't be in there anymore, the amount of heartbreak you feel is miserable and you aren't even dating the guy.
You rush back to your dorm and lean against the door as you shut it. This is so embarrassing, here you are sitting and crying over him while he probably walked over to that person and asked them out. You managed to make it to your bed and flop on it, crying yourself to sleep.
“Have you guys seen y/n?'' Anika had come up to them frantically as Chad and Ethan remained talking against the wall. Chad had been begging Ethan to finally ask you out all night but Ethan kept on refusing. He couldn't risk what you two have especially since it meant so much to him. What had started out as a simple infatuation had turned into so much more, you meant so much to him and to lose you would be horrid.
“No? Is something wrong? Thought she was sitting with you.” Chad took a sip of his drink after he answered, “She went to go looking for e, then she came back and looked like she was about to cry then she ran out.” ethan felt sick, had some guy said something to you? “Like she ran out of the house? Shit.” Chad put down his drink and turned towards ethan, “You gotta go look for her man.” “Please e? Im really worried.” Ethan put down his drink and walked away before they could say anything else. “I'm gonna ask around.” “Me too.”
Shit. you weren't answering your phone, “please answer please” he was mumbling and shaking his phone as if that could make you answer. He decided to just fuck it and run to your dorm to see if you were there. He knew the route like the back of his hand and he was booking it full speed. He was worried about you and was praying you were alright. Once he got to your dorm he pounded at the door, he knew you had a solo room luckily since your roommate transferred out in the beginning of the second semester and no one came to fill it. He calls you names to no answer, after a couple of minutes he's defeated and texts you if you're still at the party when the door opens and he quickly looks up at you.
Who the hell is pounding at your door? You don't know how long you've been asleep, it couldn't have been that long since it was still dark out. Annoyed and not wanting to talk to anybody, you attempt to block out the noise until you hear his voice. Ethan.
He was here and calling for you. you sat up quickly and walked towards the door before you stopped hesitantly in front of the door. What did he want? You didn't want to answer, just ignore him and move on but he sounded worried so you opened him. His face was red and his eyes were watery, he was breathing heavily, looked like he was out of breath, did he run all the way here? Seeing you he let out a sigh of relief. ‘Ethan-” “Are you alright?” You look at him alarmed. “Yeah um did something happen?”
 It's awkward to look at or to talk to him but he can't seem to notice that right now, “Anika was worried she said you ran out looking upset.” Now you feel embarrassed, looking down at your feet, “Did somebody say something to you? Did something happen?-” You couldn't listen to him anymore, all you wanted to do is blurt it out but knowing it would ruin everything you can't, maybe you should just do it. You open your mouth but you quickly close it. You need to have him tutor you tomorrow. The day before the big test. You need him just for one more day. then you can set him free. “Im… im okay i promise, i'm sorry for worrying you, all of you.” You think over your next words carefully so as to not let the things you truly want to say split out. “I just was getting overwhelmed, parties are so loud you know?” You try to laugh but at the look on his face you stop and look down.
He walks closer and tries to grab your hands but you pull them away and try to smile at him, “Im really tired.” He now looks like he's about to cry, “Please be honest with me, did something happen? Is somebody bothering you?” Yes. “No, i promise.” What a liar. He looks like he wants to say more but if he really does he keeps his mouth shut and nods. 
“We still on for tomorrow?” You hate yourself for asking but you need to make sure you haven't ruined anything. He looks at you confused, “Of course?” You nod and move towards your door, “Do you need anything I'm here-” “No really, it's okay Goodnight.” You don't wait for his response as you shut the door, the tears at their breaking point as you lean your head against the door. Why can't this just be easier?
He stares at the place you were once standing with a sad look on his face. You were lying, he could tell that easily but about what? He stands there and contemplates over it, maybe something did happen or maybe it.. Was something he did? No that couldn't be right, you two were acting perfectly normal this morning. But why were you acting like that with him now? You were never that stiff, you shut him out. It was weird and he didn't like it at all, he felt the urge to knock on the door again and comfort you, bring you into his arms so you can talk all out but he knows that that's not what you must want so he leaves.
He lets Chad know he won't be showing back up to the party and that you're fine. He hopes that when he goes to bed this will all be just a bad dream and tomorrow when he arrives at your study session everything will be just fine.
It is not just fine. It started off simple. You didn't text him in the morning like you always did. You arrive five minutes late which is odd since you're always the one that arrives first, you give the excuse you slept in late. He doesn't believe you but keeps his mouth shut. Worst of all you didn't make him any cookies this time. It became a habit, after every session you would give him a container of cookies (and a side one specifically for chad since he liked them so much) as a thank you. The session is awkward and very to the point, when he tries to joke with you like usual you brush him off and ask him to move on to the next topic. He felt awful, he asked you if something was wrong but you just said it was nothing. You had even wrapped up the session early, it was barely hitting four when you called it. 
“Im just tired.” You pack up your things and give him a brief goodbye and rush to leave. He watches you go before he realizes he needs to do something, he cant let your relationship deteriorate like this. He runs after you and grabs your arm as you're standing outside. 
“Ethan-” “I like you.” You look frozen as you stare at him, “I'm sorry if I did something wrong but I just want to get back to the way we were and I need you to know this now. You can forget about it-” “Ethan”
You try to interrupt him like you always do but he stops you, “Please.” His expression softens, “I need to do this.” You hesitate before you nod, he takes both of your hands in his as if he's afraid you're going to run away. “You can forget all about this if you want to but just know i like you so much and i hate this strain between us, whatever it is. Please tell me what i've done wrong so i can fix it and we can move on and you can make me more of your cookies and you can crack dumb econ jokes about the topics we're talking about or you can complain about your shift at work with tara and how she can never restock properly. Please tell me what i did wrong.” hes begging you, squeezing your hands so tightly, as he locks eyes with you, all you can feel is sincerity and love.
“Then who was the girl?” You ask as your voice wavers, he looks at you shocked, “What girl?” Your eyes water too, “I overheard you at the party.” He tilts his head confused, “What?” “At the party, when Chad was encouraging you to go ask the girl out.” He relaxes and gulps. “I was going to come find you, then I heard you and I just felt like shit because I was..” You trail off as he looks at you expectantly, “I was going to tell you that I like you.” His eyes widened and his mouth opened in shock, “Not that day of course tomorrow after the econ test.” “I was talking about you.” You shake your head, “Chad said she was sitting right there. I was sitting there.” He shakes his head, “no no no no no we couldn't see the couch from where we were standing so he was just pointing in the direction of the couch i swear i had thought you were there. I was talking about you. I only have eyes for you, for as long as I've known you it's always been you.”
You can only look at him in shock at the sincerity of his words and you move closer to him. You rip your hands from his and he has a really apologetic look on his face, as he's about to apologize you pull his face to meet yours and you kiss. It feels like your heart is about to burst out of your chest as you feel love and relief as he kisses you back. He grabs your face and pulls you closer if that's even possible. You pull apart, breathing heavy as you two stare lovingly at each other with a smile. “I'm sorry ethan.” He shakes his head and gives you another kiss before answering. “You have nothing to apologize for.” 
You smile at him, “soo…?” You're looking at him expectantly as he looks confused, “So?’ you scoff and shove him, “You're really bad at this.” Now he looks really confused, “Ugh. Ethan, will you be my boyfriend?” Now his eyes widen as he opens and closes his mouth like a fish. You laugh as you look at his red face. After a minute he manages to calm down, “Yes, I would love to be your boyfriend.” You two smile at kisses. You finally feel like you can breathe, this was perfect.
The next day you're in a large room writing in the last answer to the econ test. Ethan had finished earlier than you, that morning he promised to wait for you outside so once you hand it your test you rush out to see him and the rest of your friends. You see him and he turns to you and smiles as you make it to him he picks you up and twirls you around as you laugh. “So??? How did you do?!” Anika asks you with a big smile on her face. You keep your eyes locked on Ethan and his grinning face. “I think I did great, all thanks to my wonderful tutor.” 
He shakes his head, “No, it was all you, beautiful.” You two kiss. 
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a/n: I hope you guys like this !!
tags: @bajadotcom
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sttoru · 8 months
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i think toji would definitely tease reader about her oral fixation… like he would take his c*ck out but won’t let reader suck it and shit lollllll
DO NOT TOUCH
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sypnosis. toji decides to not let you have your way this time: no touching or sucking him off until he allows you to.
note. anon.. you’re sooo right, this started off as a drabble but it quickly turned into more than that mannnne toji fr got me in a chokehold istg, hope u enjoy though cus i added some more stuff + this is not proof read so excuse any bad grammar mwah
tags. dom!toji x female reader. age gap (reader early 20s, toji 30s), pwp, implied blow jobs, teasing, male masturbation, cum play, dirty talk, reader gets called ‘princess, little girl, doll,’ toji’s a real meanie :>
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all you wanted was to give toji what he deserved after a long day at work: a good and stress-relieving blow job. you’ve always enjoyed pleasuring your lover since it gave you the satisfaction you longed for; to have his cock deep inside your mouth, sucking and slobbering all over it while his low groans and grunts filled the room.
and yet, there you were now, sitting on your knees in front of toji whose green eyes were glued to the television instead. there was a subtle, lopsided grin on his face as he acted like he didn’t seem to care about what you were needing to do.
that man knows how much you like to suck him off. you’d do it whenever toji gave you the chance—which was almost every other day. he can never say ‘no’ to your desperate begging and especially not if those pleas involve your nasty desires to satisfy him. it made you look kind of pathetic, but the good kind. the kind of pathetic that made toji’s cock swell in his pants.
on most days, he would let you get to work immediately and shove his cock all the way into your wet mouth, though today was different. toji stopped you mid-way before you could have any physical contact with his dick that was now on display—pre-cum just begging to get licked off.
toji told you to have some patience and let him finish the show he was watching. it wasn’t even a show he was interested in; he just used that excuse to tease you as you sat there, wiggling and squirming impatiently between his legs.
“toji, please?” you pout as you nudge his thick thigh, feeling the muscles tense up ever so slightly, “can i? please?”
“no is no, princess.” toji mutters absentmindedly, one of his hands starting to stroke his hard cock in deliberate movements, “let me watch my show and i’ll consider y’r offer afterwards, yeah?”
toji’s thumb slid over the tip, rubbing the slit a bit, spreading the leaking pre over the flesh while he continued to act like he was watching the boring show. truth be told, that man had been looking at you through his peripheral vision this entire time.
toji loved torturing you in such ways. it brings him the greatest of satisfaction since he’s able to witness how desperate you could get if he didn’t allow you to suck him off.
his elbow was propped against the back of the couch, head leaning on one hand while the other continued to touch his cock in painfully slow motions as if toji wanted to let you see every single detail— from how his cock twitched in his hand to the way his calloused fingers were gliding over the length.
“such a good little girl,” toji whispers in a low tone, eyes flickering down to look at you. you were so focused on his cock, mouth watering and eyes seemingly in a trance which you couldn’t break free from, “y’re patient, ain’t ya? i wonder if you can keep that up ‘til i finish.”
you shake your head twice and look up at toji with a pout, “wanna taste it, please? wanna have you cum down my throat.”
your dirty talk never fails to rile toji up, however the need to tease you overwhelmed his desires of letting you have your way. as much as toji wants to see you swallow all of his hot cum while your mouth was still stuffed full of his length, he also wants to see your yearning and powerless self.
“what if i don’t let ya?” toji mocks, using his free hand to lift your chin up, thumb rubbing over the skin so you could stare him, “what if i wanna cum on that pretty face of yours instead?”
his green orbs darkened a bit as the image of your cum-covered facial features flashed before his eyes. toji speeds up the pace and starts to jerk himself off even faster, wanting to make that imagination of his a reality. toji doesn’t care in the slightest that you were trying to sugarcoat him into letting you fulfill your own needs;
“mhm, but i wanna taste you.” you mumble as your gaze falls back down on toji’s fat cock, the tip swollen and the skin of it moving back and forth simultaneously with his hand motions.
toji simply grins at you. you were so insistent and demanding, yet also looked extremely submissive and powerless on your knees for him. it was cute to see you try and act like you were the one who orders him around.
“is that an indirect order that i hear, little girl?” toji hums in amusement as the fingers of his free hand brush over your lips, “i hope it isn’t, because i’ll do what i want.”
a small pause intensifies the tension between you two— the clash of desires visible in both of your lust-filled eyes. the older man licks his lips whilst scanning your appearance, his focus lingering on your small hands that were resting on his thighs, nails slightly digging into the skin to prevent them from reaching out to grab his dick and put it in your mouth.
toji would’ve never guessed that you’d be this needy for him when he met you a couple months ago. in his mind you were this younger, shy and innocent-looking girl that seemed like she didn’t have much experience in the sexual department. little did he know that the shyest people had the wildest thoughts.
“and what i want right now,” toji finally continues as he felt the pleasure building up to its peak, “is to cum on your face.”
protests were about to spill from your lips, however there was no time to do so as toji roughly held your face in place— grunting and groaning your name as his entire body tensed up to reach that release, “fuckkk— ‘m gonna cum whether ya like it or not.”
the moment you shut your eyes tightly, is also the moment it happens; you felt spurts of hot cum spill and coat your face entirely. the sticky fluid dribbled down your forehead, nose, cheeks and chin.
toji breathed heavily, chest heaving and dick still twitching as the long ropes of cum turn into small drops that trail down his length. and as expected: finishing all over your face was definitely worth it.
“lick it off, doll.” toji commands through a mean grin and you instantly do as told. you stick your tongue out, gather any cum that got on your lips and the corners of your mouth before using your finger to collect all that’s left over.
“that’s enough of a reward for ya.” the older man adds as he quickly grabs a tissue from the nearby coffee table to clean the mess between his legs—not even giving you one since the scene in front of him was too pretty to erase.
toji lifts his boxers back up, sighs in relief and focuses back on the television screen with a bored expression. you frown as you licked the last bits off your fingers and helplessly tug at toji’s boxers; a futile attempt to get his attention back. toji wasn’t going to give you any of it until he decides to.
and right now, all he cares about is catching small glimpses of your pretty, cum-covered face every now and then. your lover had zero intentions of allowing you to suck him off. in fact, he might even start masturbating to the sight of you once more, just to tease and drive you insane;
“how ‘bout i cum on your tits this time?”
maybe he’ll stuff your mouth full afterwards. just maybe.
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vicemistress · 1 year
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imagining being obsessed yandere! Tomura's silly sugar baby, who is basically a very compliant and willing darling.
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he'd be head over heels for them, because when he kidnaps them and they just let him love them with no resistance whatsoever? he expected them to be at least a bit shaken, but they just don't care, and in fact are enjoying their new life?
given that his darling never really cared about social life and relationships, they easily accept their freedom taken away from them. it's like this scary evil villain is their own prince in shining armour! no more they have to go to work and talk to their annoying colleagues, pay taxes and deal with life in general. their only job is to be beautiful and cute, it's perfect!
Tomura adores his little love-pet so much, he gives them everything they ask of him, for a certain price of course. he could never say no to them regardless, but he just gets off when they beg him for something over and over, and the feeling that they depend on him and him completely. it makes him feel like a man they need and can't do without, and his darling has never been so pampered in their life, so they use it to the fullest.
it's like a task and reward system, if they cary out his wishes, he will absolutely grant theirs. a kiss on the cheek for their fav snacks, making out with tongue for new clothes and various gifts, and more explicit things for more expensive stuff. they like it as much as he does, but it's a secret to continue receiving what they want from him...
"Tomuraaa... You know that cool game that just came out on switch?" You whine, standing behind his gaming chair, draping your arms around his neck. He smirks knowingly behind his tousled hair, not giving you any attention yet.
"Mmmhm. Already have it." He grumbles, putting on his most nonchalant expression, so you don't see his excitement just yet. He wants to make you really ask for this one. That lovely bunny kigurumi he made you wear earlier is hugging your body in all the right places, making him disgustingly horny already. You have the ears on too.
"You have it? What about meee?" you complain, puffing your cheeks, bumping on his shoulders with your fists playfully, "Will you get me a copy too?"
Tomura almost lets out a laugh at your cute antics. Almost. He knows you want that game so bad, he knew it way before you even started talking about it, as he spotted you fawning over the characters and clapping your hands and giggling multiple times. He knew you were going to ask him to buy it for you. His leg jiggles with anticipation.
"I don't know... It's pretty expensive, you know? What's in for me?" Tomura sighs, seemingly bored, but there is a tease to his tone, that you recognise immediately.
You drop to your knees before him right away, stroking his thighs along the way, while groping his half hard member through his sweats. His dick twitches impatiently as you bat your eyelashes coquettishly, wetting your luscious lips with your tongue. He's ready to bust a nut on your face just at that.
"Well... Maybe, there is something I can do for you to change your mind?" He doesn't even listen to what you have to say, too lost in his own arousal and softness of your voice, as you're clawing on his boxers, freeing his musky hairy dick from the fabric. It springs right into your grasp urgently, precum beading at the tip as you blow at it gently, making your lover shiver.
You give it a hard lick, flatting your tongue to cover more of his pink head, then waste no time sucking him into the tight ring of your mouth. Smells like he could use a shower, but you give zero fucks as of now. Slurping on his cock like it's candy, not choking once as you devour him with balls included, coating them with your sticky spit. You set up a fast pace, member hitting the back of your throat, grazing your man's inner thighs with your nails lightly, making him moan and grunt in no time.
Crimson red eyes linger on your body and flushed face, filled with lust and perverse thoughs. Fuck, you look so slutty from up here, so hungry for his cock, it makes him feel like he's your god. There is no way you'd do this for anyone else, but him, right? It's only him you want, only his affection and gifts you need, right? You're his sweet dedicated baby, you only love and please him, and he's desperate for you.
You hum with delight at his dick pulsating in your wet opening, jaws vibrating around him roughly, bringing him to his climax. His hips shake and rattle against the chair as you milk him dry into your mouth, sucking the life out of his nuts. Swallowing thick stripes of jizz along the way as you bob your head slowly.
Your tight gorge is all sloppy with cum as you jerk him off a few more times, gobbling up the excess, coughing a bit. Finally his dick leaves your hot mouth with a wet pop, hitting atop of your face.
Tomura is still panting feverishly when he reaches to crack open one of his cold energy drinks, handing it to you.
You have the deluxe edition of your game and even some merch for it by the evening.
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bqstqnbruin · 4 months
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The Party's Over, Go Home
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Hello hello here I am with my fic for @wyattjohnston's winter fic exchange!
I had the pleasure of writing for @sc0tters I hope you like it!
Shoutout to @kat-hearts @matthewtkachuk and @raysofcrosby for reading through this and getting mad at me :)
This is inspired by Intrusive Thoughts by Natalie Jane, Deserve by Jake Clark, and the Gilmore Girl's episode from season 5 called The Party's Over
Warnings: swearing, alcohol, family financial issues, this is angst, the spacebar on my computer is starting to break so typos (I tried)
WC: 11k
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“We should do something tonight.”
“I was going to go to bed early, actually.”
“You do that every night.”
“What, are you stalking me now?”
“No,” Kendyl draws out. “You stop texting me by like, 8:30 every night. Your phone is on do not disturb half an hour later. Either you’re asleep early, or you’re ignoring everyone by then.”
Ellie narrows her eyes at her coworker. They still weren’t close enough that she felt she could comfortably hang out with the people she worked with outside of the workday. She had only been at her new job for a month, still getting the hang of things, trying to get to know people and figure everything out. Spending time outside her apartment with people who were practically strangers when she could be in her warm bed with her flannel sheets that she loved more than anything on this planet? “I don’t like that you picked up on that.” 
“Well, too bad,” Kendyl says, sitting down on Ellie’s desk. “A bunch of us are going out tonight, so why not?” Ellie hesitates to answer. “If it sucks, you can go home at ten. You’ll be in bed by 10:30, two hours later than normal. And it’s Friday, we don’t have work tomorrow for you to use that as an excuse as to why you have to get up early, and you already told me that the only thing you planned on doing this weekend was laundry and cleaning.”
Ellie let out a long sigh. Maybe Kendyl did know her well enough to be able to call her out on her shit already. “God.”
“I don’t know if you’re religious or not to know if that’s a yes.”
“Fine,” she says, shuddering at Kendyl’s squeal of excitement. “But you’re buying at least one round and I get to leave at 9:30 if I want to.” 
“Deal.” 
Ellie’s day was full of dread, from spending the rest of work distracted about having to go out with seemingly everyone at her job, so the stress involved with getting ready and trying to look like someone who was actually 24, not the ‘1980’s power boss bitch without the hair and shoulder pads’ as Kendyl described her as multiple times, even do walking to the bar that Kendyl had picked that felt way too conveniently down the street from her apartment. 
“I’m surprised you even had someone convince you to go out,” her younger brother, Alex, says on the other end of their phone call. As soon as he saw Ellie leaving her apartment on Find My Friends, he called her panicked that something was wrong. “You never went out in college. I had to beg you to go to that one party the time I visited you.”
“That’s because you were still seventeen and Mom would have killed me if she found out you went.”
“She knew I was going to try anyway.”
“I’m going out because I was promised free drinks and the prospect of going home early if I want to. It’s not like I’m being forced to go out against my will.” 
“I promised you free drinks.” 
“Alexander.”
“Eleanor. Just be safe, ok? Let me know when you get home.”
“You sound like Mom.”
“If I were Mom, I would be yelling at you for not wearing a jacket.”
“How do you know I’m not wearing a jacket?”
“You never wear a jacket. Mom has been yelling at you about that since you were five.” 
Ellie lets out a laugh, a sudden chill coursing through her when she realizes she can see her breath. “How is Mom, have you checked in on her?’
“Yes, Ellie.”
“In person?”
“Yes, Ellie. She’s good. At least, she says she is.” 
The two of them stay on the phone in silence for a moment, knowing what he really means. Ellie and Alex hated the topic of how their mom was doing, but if they didn’t talk about it with each other, who else did they have? Their mom and Alex still live in the same area even if Alex was away at college and living in a dorm rather than with her. Ellie was on the other side of the continent now, for a job that she barely had any friends at, in a city she still barely knew, surrounded by things she wasn’t used to. 
“Hey, I’m outside the bar now, I’ll talk to you later?” she ends the call, taking in one last deep breath before heading into what she was sure was going to be 
“You came!” Kendyl yells once Ellie finally manages to get into the bar. “Here’s the first drink.”
Before Ellie could even tell Kendyl she wasn’t ready yet to start drinking, the drink was pressed to her chest and nearly spilled down the front of her. Despite it being early enough in the night that no one should be drunk by now, Kendyl and the rest of her coworkers seemed to be well on their way with Ellie needing more drinks than she could count to catch up. 
The night goes by slowly, the drinks going away fast, and Ellie sitting in the corner while her coworkers, who are obviously close, talk about a bunch of inside jokes from before she was hired that Ellie was unable to participate in.
“Remember when he ordered the wrong cake?” Wesley slurs, punching Doug in the shoulder.
“I swear she told me to say, ‘Happy Retirement,’” Douglas defends himself.
“It was my 28th birthday, not my retirement?” Hazel says, everyone except Ellie bursting into a fit of laughter.
“What about when Sammy dialed 911 during the meeting?” Kendyl adds through wheezes, the remains of her drink nearly spilling on Ellie’s shirt, again.
“It fell out of my pocket and bounced weird!”
“How does a bouncing phone dial 911?”
“That’s the set up to a bad pick up line.”
“More like the setup to a story that makes no sense,” Ellie mutters, thankful that her coworker's howling laughter was too loud to hear her.
She gets up from the table, draining her drink on her way to the bar. It was only 9:15. She promised Kendyl 15 more minutes. The least she could do was down another drink in that time before pulling her classic Irish exit to go home and get in bed. 
“Rum and coke?” she asks once she gets up to the bar, the sticky wooden counter acting as anything but inviting for her to lean on. 
“Me, too, and put it on my tab,” someone says behind her, Ellie’s face immediately turning sour at the thought of some guy buying her a drink to probably get her to hook up with him.
“My friend is paying for it, actually,” she turns to him, surprised to find a seemingly innocent-looking guy around her age and not the middle-aged gross man she thought he would be. Anything was possible, and looks can be deceiving.
“Which friend, the one who almost spilled her drink on you or the one of the ones who have been ignoring you the entire night and letting you sit in silence while they have a good time around you?”
“I already don’t like you.” 
“My friends pointed you out and said you were me when they drag me out to bars.”
“So you’re the friend who they barely know and who they only invited out of pity?”
“That’s dark. But also, kinda hot,” he says, the pink rushing to his cheeks as he turns away out of embarrassment. “Sorry, um. I’m going to go sit down now.”
“You haven’t gotten your drink yet,” Ellie points out, his sudden bashfulness making Ellie soften for him. “I just moved here. I don’t really know any of them too well.”
“I know what that’s like,” he tells her, leaning against the bar. 
“You’re not from here, either?”
He shakes his head. “Born in Orlando, moved to Boston, then moved to Toronto, and kept going from there.” 
“That sounds unstable,” she says, passing one of the newly appeared glasses of alcohol to the guy in front of her.
He shrugs, lifting the drink to his lips. “Well, they say you are a product of your environment.” 
Ellie lets out a laugh, the first one that she had let out all night. “That’s dark. But also, kinda hot,” she repeats, the pink returning to his cheeks again.
“I’m never gonna live that down, am I?”
“Depends on how long we keep talking.”
“Hopefully it lasts past tonight.”
“It can’t if you don’t tell me your name. I’m Ellie.”
“I’m Quinn.”
Ellie loses count of how many drinks Quinn gets her, how long they’re talking, and when all of her coworkers leave the bar, not even telling her that they were leaving without her. 
She could feel the warmth of the alcohol coursing through her body, the bar getting busier the longer she and Quinn stood there. Someone shoves in between Ellie and whoever is behind her, pushing her into Quinn’s arms without her being able to catch her balance. His hand falls to the small of her back, spreading out to hold her steady. They stood there in silence, the rest of the bar a world away from them. 
“Are you ok?” Quinn whispers in her ear, his breath tickling her skin. 
Ellie stammers for a second, trying to process what just happened. The alcohol was making everything foggy, and the room starting to spin slightly around her as if Quinn was rocking her back and forth. “Um, I, yes?”
His eyes flickered down to her lips, the distance between them closing with each additional person, he was so close to kissing her. 
“I should go home,” Ellie says before he can, knowing that kissing him now would not be a good idea for either of them. 
His grip on her doesn’t relax, the disappointment Ellie expected to show up on his face not there at all. “I’m walking you home,” he tells her, slipping his hand into hers before she can protest. 
“You don’t have to do that.” 
“I want to.” 
The difference in temperature between the bar and outside hit Ellie faster than she could process it, her lack of jacket her brother had scolded her for earlier biting her in the ass harder than the cold was in the moment.
Ellie didn’t even process Quinn taking off his own coat, the one she didn’t even realize he had been wearing the entire time, and putting it around her shoulders before wrapping his arm around her and pulling her close. 
She was on autopilot, unsure how she managed to navigate her way to her apartment when her mind was on Quinn’s body pressed against hers. She just met him. She didn’t know much about him. She didn’t even know what he did for work and only knew that he had two brothers who lived in New Jersey even though that wasn’t one of the places that he mentioned living before. 
“Here,” Ellie barely gets out, surprised with herself for managing to get back to the right place. 
“Do you want me to walk you to your door?” Quinn asks, shoving his hands in his pockets when he finally lets go of her. 
“No, it’s fine.” 
Ellie goes to take off the jacket and give it back to him, the warmth something her drunk self quickly realized she was going to miss. “No, keep it. It looks better on you anyway,” Quinn tells her, pulling his things out of his pockets before turning away to head off.
She stands there for a few seconds, trying to process what had happened that night. 
“Wait, no,” Quinn says, appearing again in front of her. “I can’t leave without getting your number first.” 
“I couldn’t even tell you what my number is right now,” she admits, handing him her phone instead.
Quinn laughs, putting his number in. “I want to see you again, Ellie.”
She smirks at him. “We’ll see, Quinn.” 
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“What do you mean you’re not bringing anyone?”
“No one said I had to bring anyone.” 
“Everyone brings someone. You have to bring a date to the holiday party.”
“Then why was one of the options on the RSVP ‘no’ to the question ‘will a guest be accompanying you?’”
Kendyl whines, earning a cringy look from Ellie. “You have no one you can bring?” 
Ellie rolls her eyes, leaning back in her desk chair. “Let’s see, I’ve been here for like, what, two months? I knew no one when I got here, I hate going out and don’t have anywhere to meet anyone, and somehow none of you here know anyone either. Who would I bring?”
“What about that guy you met at the bar that one time? I see his name popping up on your phone all the time.”
Ellie snatches her phone from her desk and holds it against her chest as Kendyl cranes her neck to see that her statement is actually fact, three messages from Quinn, a fourth appearing while they were talking. “You need to learn what a boundary is.”
“And you need to learn what the Focus feature is on your phone when you’re showing me things because his name always shows up.” 
She couldn’t invite Quinn to the party. She barely knew him, she couldn’t throw him into the party with a bunch of her coworkers who she also barely knew, putting her phone back on the desk without thinking. “He’s probably busy.”
Kendyl rolls her eyes, snatching Ellie’s phone from her desk before she can protest, fiddling with it while Ellie tries to process what could possibly be happening in front of her. “He’s not.”
“What?”
“He’s not busy.” 
“Ken, what did you do?” Kendyl hands Ellie back her phone, a quick conversation with Quinn on her screen, ‘Ellie’ asks him what he was doing the night of the holiday party and he immediately answers that he is free. “Why are you like this?” 
Kendyl shrugs, slowly backing away from Ellie’s desk. “You had fun talking to him at the bar, enough fun that he responded to you within seconds of being asked if he was free.” 
Ellie looks back at her phone as Kendyl finally leaves her alone. The whole idea of having to bring a date seemed archaic in a way that Ellie couldn’t quite put her finger on. Why did she have to bring someone she barely knew to a party with more people she barely knew?
But she really did know Quinn better than she was letting on. She still didn’t know what he did with his life, him weirdly making her promise not to look him up, which made Ellie immediately question if he was a serial killer. He wasn’t, allegedly, but that still didn’t make sense. 
She knew that he was from the States, went to school there until he left early for whatever job he had. He has two younger brothers, and apparently is known amongst his friends for looking like he was having a nonstop existential crisis, while also being nicknamed ‘Huggy Bear.’ She also knew that he was sweet, and listened to her when she went off on a tangent about something, him following right along and matching the energy she had. She knew that she wanted to see him again every night since she had met him that first time, and that he wanted the same thing.
His name came up on her phone, a call from him. “Hi, sorry, it’s easier to talk than text right now.”
“Why are you out of breath?”
“Workout.” Must be nice to have a job where he can just go and work out in the middle of the day, Ellie thinks to herself. “So, the 18th?”
“Yeah,” Ellie lets out, suddenly nervous. It felt like she was asking him for something much more serious than just going with her to an office party. “It’s the holiday party for my company, and apparently everyone needs to bring a date.”
“And you want me to find you one?”
Ellie’s jaw drops at his comment. “No, idiot, I wanted to bring you.” 
“Oh, thank god. I was running through my friends who would go and none of them are good enough for you.”
Ellie could feel the heat rushing to her cheeks at his comment. Did he consider this a date? Was it a date? Was it bad if she considered it a date and he didn’t? What if he didn’t? Why was her mind running at a mile a minute while Quinn was there on the other end of her phone waiting for her to say something else? “So that’s a yes?”
“Of course, it’s a yes. It’s one of the few nights I have off, I want to spend it with you.”
The next days went by in a blur, Ellie freaking out over everything from what she was going to wear, texting and calling Quinn even more, wishing that they could see each other sooner.
“It’s not obsessive, is it?” she asks Kendyl, staring at herself in the mirror. Kendyl insisted on coming over to Ellie’s place to get ready, telling her that her roommate had their partner over that night and the last thing she needed to do was try to use the bathroom to get rid when they had a habit of taking it over for more than a few hours.
“No, El, you just like him. I think it becomes obsessive when you start to stalk him and you show up to where he works unprovoked.” 
“Why do you say that like you’ve either done that or you’ve had that happen to you?”
“I’ll let you decide which one is better. What time is Quinn coming?”
“He’s supposed to get here in ten minutes.” 
“Just breathe, El. You’re going to have fun.” Kendyl left her to finish getting herself ready, her date already waiting outside to take her to the party. They could have all gone together, as pointed out by Kendyl, but it was better to not throw Quinn directly into the fire that was her closest coworker. 
Ellie’s phone starts ringing, not checking but expecting it to be Quinn calling to tell her he was early. She pops out of her seat to head to the door, picking up the phone and answering with an excited “Hi!”
“Eleanor?” 
Ellie stops in her tracks, her mom’s voice coming over her phone speaker. “Mom?”
“Sweetie, can you do me a favor?” 
Ellie felt her heart drop to her stomach, already knowing what her mom was going to ask her. It was the same thing that her mom always asked since she first got a job when she was in high school, every time she answered the phone while she was getting her degree, no matter where Ellie was in her life, it was never a call that a mother should have to make to one of her children this often. “Mom,” she lets out, knowing that she couldn’t say no.
“Please, Eleanor. I need the money. I, I-” 
“Mom, you promised,” Ellie cuts her off, not wanting to hear anymore even though she knew her mom would keep going.
“I thought I would get a raise before they sent the eviction notice this time.”
“Mom,” Ellie says, more exasperated this time. “You have to stop doing this. You do this to me every time.” 
“Alexander can’t help this time.”
Ellie heard a knock at her door, not even processing the fact that she should be looking through the peephole to make sure it wasn’t a murderer, opening it, and letting whoever it was in. Thankfully, it was Quinn, waving him in and motioning to give her a moment.
“Alex is still in college, already struggling because you’re no help. He shouldn’t have to give you anything in the first place.”
Quinn stands there, clearly uneasy at listening to only Ellie’s end of the conversation but following Ellie into her room regardless. He stands in the doorway, leaning against the frame with his arms crossed while he watches Ellie continue to get ready. 
“But you said last time that I couldn’t ask you again.”
“I didn’t mean for you to ask my little brother.”
“Eleanor, please. He’ll have nowhere to come home to. I’ll have nowhere to go home to.”
“What happened to everything you had last time I asked you?”
“It went towards all of the other bills, I promise. I’ll send you every confirmation for every bill I have.” 
“You’re not lying to me this time?”
“I’m not, I swear!”
“How many months did Alex cover?”
“Only half of one month.”
“How many months are you behind?”
“I swear I used everything I had to pay-”
“Mom, how many months are you behind?” Ellie knew she was raising her voice, forgetting that Quinn was even behind her. She stopped putting her makeup on at this point, knowing that the tears that were about to fall were going to ruin what she had already on, anyway. 
“Four.”
“Fuck, Mom.”
“Please?” her mom’s voice comes through, small and on the brink of breaking. “I know I’m still paying you back from last time. But what else am I supposed to do?’
“I’m sending it now,” she tells her, hanging up before her mother could say anything else. Ellie forgot Quinn was standing there in her doorway, putting her phone down on her vanity and putting her face in her hands. This couldn’t be happening again. Not again.
Quinn clears his throat, causing Ellie to jump. “Should I go?” he asks, creeping into her room.
Ellie wipes the tears from her cheeks, cursing herself mentally for now having to redo the makeup she already took too long to do the first time. “Uh,” she stammers, “No, no. I’ll be ready in a second.”
“Ellie,” Quinn kneels on the floor next to her, gently placing his hand on her thigh. “We don’t have to go to this.” 
“No, it’s fine, I’m fine.”
“El.” 
Ellie finally turned to him, the genuine concern on his face causing her to burst into tears. He reached up and pulled her close to him, his one hand on her back, the other holding her head on his shoulder, letting her cry on his white shirt. She hears him let out a quiet shushing noise, trying to comfort her in the way she had needed for so long. She cried for so long that she didn’t know how much time passed. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t apologize,” he whispers when she finally stops crying, not moving from their position. “Do you want to talk about it?”
She never told anyone about the stuff with her mom. Ellie had been holding it in for years, going from friend to friend, place to place, never letting this out with anyone who wasn’t her younger brother, the one person who would understand and who she knew also understood what it was like. 
But there was something about Quinn. She thought she could trust him, for whatever reason. She never told her ex-boyfriends in college or high school, despite the fact that this had been going on since then. 
Ellie takes in a deep breath. “The only people who know this are me, my mom, and my brother, do you understand?” she asks him, watching him nod. “It started, I think, when my dad left. I was probably 10? Alex was 6, maybe?  I don’t even remember, honestly. This probably started before Dad left, Alex and I think it’s why he left. But our mother is absolutely shit when it comes to money. Like, put us in debt every few months that then somehow fell to us as her children to bail her out.” 
“God,” Quinn lets out, Ellie continuing over him.
“I think we realized it was getting bad when she told us we were moving somewhere smaller right before I was starting high school, out of the blue, when we had already moved to ‘somewhere smaller’ three times in four years. Normally she said she had been planning it because we, of course, needed somewhere to live, and she didn’t like where we were, but that was weird. I didn’t realize it was because we had been evicted every single time until I found the seven eviction notices my second year of high school from the last three times and a notice that we were getting evicted that year, too.”
“Ellie, I’m so sorry,” he tells her, pulling her back in for a hug. 
She sighed, knowing that there was nothing more he could say. “At this point it’s normal, it’s just still frustrating when she tells me and Alex that she’s fine and that she has the money for everything, and then out of nowhere, tells us she hasn’t paid the rent for her current place in four months. Like, do you know what it’s like to have your mother owe you nearly a hundred thousand dollars because of how much she keeps needing?”
“I can’t even imagine.” The two of them sit in silence for a moment, neither of them sure what to do next. 
“I’m glad you can’t. It fucking sucks,” she says, turning back to her vanity mirror. “God, I don’t even want to go to this stupid party anymore.” 
“Hey, we don’t have to go if you don’t want to. We can stay here, we can go to my place, we can go somewhere else, we can do anything.”
“We?”
“I don’t want to leave you, Ellie. I came tonight because I wanted to spend time with you,” Quinn tells her, taking her hand in his. “If you’ll let me, I’ll take you wherever you want.” 
“You don’t have to.”
“Ellie, I want to be with you.” 
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“Kendyl, I told you, I’m hanging out with Quinn and the rest of the guys tonight.” 
“Can I please come?”
“Absolutely not.” 
“But you’re dating the captain of the fucking Vancouver Canucks. You have to bring your best friend along with you.” 
“Alexander can’t come tonight either.”
“Ok, rude.”
Ellie was already nervous about meeting Quinn's teammates. It had taken a while for her to wrap her head around that he was not only a hockey player, but a professional one, and the actual captain of the team. Honestly, she didn’t see it coming. She had heard so much about Elias and Brock that she felt like she knew them at this point. She hadn’t even met them. As close as she had gotten to Kendyl in the last six months she spent at her job, and as much time as they spent together outside of work when she wasn’t with Quinn, she didn’t need Kendyl mixed into the group. 
“Let me meet them first, then we can talk about you meeting them, ok?” she tries to assure her, hearing a knock at her door. “I’ve gotta go, Quinn is here.”
She hangs up on Kendyl before she can protest, slightly worried that she would use the ‘Find my friends’ feature to just stalk the house they were going to and end up on the doorstep uninvited. 
“Hi,” she opens the door, stopping for a second to take him in. God, she hated how hard she fell for him in a short amount of time. He was perfect to her at that moment. 
He pulled her in for a kiss, one that made her wish they were staying in rather than heading to spend time with his friends. “Hi,” he whispers, kissing her again before pulling away. “You look amazing, as always.”
“I’m wearing jeans and a sweater,” she counters.
“And?” He could say anything to her with that stupid smile on his face and make her swoon. “Ready?”
They head out to his car, Ellie’s heart racing as they get closer and closer to Thatcher’s house. She wasn’t great with meeting large groups of people all at once, despite being in a new school nearly every year of her awkward teenage years and being forced to interact with new people every time. 
“Hey,” Quinn says, resting his hand on her thigh as he drives down the highway, giving her a gentle squeeze to try to calm her down. “You’re going to like the guys. And they’re going to love you.”
“Yeah?” she says, her voice shaking slightly. 
“How could they not?” he asks, taking her hand and bringing to his lips, his eyes glued to the road in front of them so he couldn’t see her melting at his words and his touch. “You’ll get along great with Elias.”
“He’s the one from Sweden?”
“Yeah,” Quinn tells her, pulling into the driveway of a house so massive Ellie wasn’t sure people could actually live in it. It was certainly bigger than anything she could have ever dreamed of being near, let alone being invited to. “He’s got kind of a dry humor. You’ll like him.”
Ellie takes in a deep breath, feeling incredibly inadequate just getting out of his car and standing on the pavement of a place like Thatcher’s house. Maybe she should have invited Kendyl. 
Quinn takes her hand, pulling her along to the door when everything inside her was telling her to turn around and just run. There was no way she was good enough to be in this house, not with everything in her life, not when Quinn and his teammates had everything they could possibly want at the tips of their fingers. 
He stops at the door, pulling her close to him, dropping her hand, and cupping her face to kiss her again, calming her immediately. “Hi,” he breathes when he pulls away.
“Hi again. What was that for?” she asked, his hands slipping down to her waist, sending a shiver through her entire body as he traced her sides. 
“I’m going to want to do that so many times tonight, but I know the guys will tease us for it. I’ve gotta do what I can now.” 
That shouldn’t have made her feel the way it did. He could say or do anything at this point and she would melt. 
They go inside, the house loud and full of people despite Quinn telling her that it was just supposed to be a ‘small get-together.’ Everything in the house looked expensive, Ellie’s anxiety immediately spiking. She followed Quinn blindly through the house, all of his teammates talking to him and him introducing her to all of them while she stood there nearly mute over the sheer stimulus overload that was all around her. She barely noticed the drinks that found their way in hers and Quinn's hands, drinking once she saw Quinn drinking it, as well. 
“Elias is right over here,” he whispers in her ear, his hand still in hers and giving her a reassuring squeeze as he leads her off into one of the side rooms. The room was quieter, the lights dimmer, and had a lot less people than any of the other rooms. 
“You got here half an hour ago and you’re just making it in here?” one of the guys asks as she and Quinn sit next to each other on the couch. “Ellie, you have to get him to go faster through the greetings next time. I cannot be left alone with Brock for this long.”
She looks at Quinn, confused as to how they already know her name. 
“You know I have to say hi to everyone, I’m captain.”
“As captain, you should be able to do one big greeting and let that be it so you can seclude yourself in a separate room where you don’t have to talk to everyone else,” one of the other guys said.
“Every time you talk, Brock, you add more to the long list of why you would make a horrible captain.”
“I would be a great captain.” 
“Elias, Brock, jeez.” 
“You know you can’t leave us alone for too long.” 
Ellie gets lost in their conversation, not even being able to contribute to what they were saying because their verbal sparring is so fast and so specific to their history with each other, she wouldn’t even know where to begin. Quinn puts his arm around her, pulling her closer to him by her waist. He looks at her while Brock and Elias continue bickering, smiling at her and giving her a soft kiss on her forehead. 
The guys interrupt them, jeering and teasing them to the point where Ellie has her face buried in Quinn’s shoulder, trying to hide from the embarrassment. “So, Ellie, what do you see in El Capitan here?” Brock asks, giving the most obnoxious facial expression possible.
“You do not have to answer that,” Elias tells her. “Brock has no idea how to interact with anyone, just ignore him.”
“That’s not true.” 
“You thought a good pick up line to use on a girl was ‘you dropped something, my jaw,’ the other night and then were shocked when she just turned and walked away,” Elias says, earning a laugh from Ellie and Quinn.
“You have definitely taken a girl out on a date and then talked about yourself the entire time,” Quinn adds, Brock shrinking further into his seat. 
“You look like the kind of guy that would go to a bookstore and pretend to look lost to see if a girl would talk to you,” Ellie adds, sending the guys into a frenzy. 
“He wouldn’t have to pretend to be lost,” Elias says, poking a pouting Brock in the leg. “You should come around more, Ellie.”
“She’s spent too much time with Quinn already,” Brock whines, Quinn pulling her so she’s practically in his lap, kissing her cheek.
“I told you,” he whispers, just loud enough for only her to hear. “I need you to come around more, too.” Ellie turns to him, her cheeks burning before they both burst out laughing. “That sounded horrible.”
The four of them fall into an easy conversation, the three boys doing everything they can to make Ellie feel included, not shying away from teasing her like they were each other earlier. She felt comfortable. 
Ellie eventually excused herself to go to the bathroom and get more drinks for her and Quinn, the alcohol finally hitting her. She barely finds her way back to the room the guys were in, Thatcher’s house seeming much bigger now that she wasn’t sober and much harder to navigate without Quinn taking her around.
She didn’t mean to listen to their conversation, standing on other side of the opening without them seeing her.
“Brock, I swear, if brains were dynamite, you wouldn’t be able to blow your fucking nose,” she hears Elias say, stiffling a laugh as Brock mumbles something about not meaning to spill his drink on Elias.
“Anyway,” Quinn grunts, sounding like he was getting off the floor.
“Ellie is awesome, by the way,” Elias says, Ellie sure she missed some sort of segue that could have led the conversation from Brock to Ellie.
“She’s snarky,” Brock adds, Ellie hearing a smack and Brock letting out a cough. “That’s not a bad thing.” 
“I met her by accident but I cannot think about what it would be like without her now,” she hears Quinn say, Ellie trying to figure out if she actually heard him right. That sounded like he was much more serious about her than she thought he was. 
“Woah, Quinn,” Elias says. “You met her a few months ago.”
“God, I know,” she hears Quinn let out. “But you know how you just know sometimes? You run into this person one day and they just make your life better?”
“You guys made my life worse since I met you,” Brock mutters. “I say goodnight to her every night and I can’t wait until I can say good morning to her the next day.” 
“You’re a simp.”
“Can you blame me? She’s perfect.”
Ellie finally enters the room, trying her best to pretend that she didn’t just hear everything Quinn told his friends, the ones he told her he would trust with anything. It had to mean something that they already knew who she was before coming and that he could tell them those things unprovoked.
Quinn lights up at the sight of her, giving her another kiss and wrapping his arms around her when she sits down. “You took a bit,” he comments. 
“This house is confusing,” she lies.
Elias and Brock continue to bicker while ignoring Ellie and Quinn. Ellie eventually finishes her drink, along with the third one that Brock had managed to hand off to her at some point, sinking down so her head was in Quinn’s lap.
“How often do you think about the future?”
“I mean, I’m normally thinking about what I’m making for my next meal once I finish the one I’m eating.”
Ellie groans, their hands intertwined and in constant movement, suddenly regretting how much they had both had to drink. She looks up at him, a smile on her face despite the look on his that told her he had absolutely no thoughts behind those eyes. “Like, us in the future. Our future.”
“Huh,” Quinn starts, “I don’t know. I like us right now where we are.” 
Ellie nods, trying to hide the disappointment that she felt. Why could he tell Elias and Brock what he thought about her, but not tell her? He hadn’t even called her his girlfriend to her face, yet. Were they even boyfriend and girlfriend yet? Was it too early to even ask, or should she even ask at all?
They were staying over at Thatcher’s house at this point, neither of them in the position to drive, Elias and Brock electing to stay on the couches. Quinn pulls her up and kisses her, a yawn escaping her after he pulls away. “Want to head to bed? Thatch said we can snag one of the guest rooms.”
Ellie nodded, Quinns hand in hers as he lead her down the hallway. She should be nervous, the first night they were spending together completely unplanned and in one of his teammates house instead of somewhere special. 
But it was with Quinn.
She was fine.  
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“When are you going to be ready?” 
“When I am.”
“You’re taking way too long.” 
“I am not taking too long, you got ready too quickly.”
“Kendyl, I took an hour to get ready to meet Quinn and his friends, and you started getting ready before I got here,” Ellie groans, lying down on Kendyl’s bed. The group chat Ellie had with Quinn and the guys was blowing up, asking where Ellie and Kendyl were. After meeting Kendyl a while back, Quinn was convinced she would be the person to set Brock straight. Ellie wasn’t convinced, but what was the harm of introducing them?
“I’m meeting a Canuck, tonight, El, I have to look good.”
Ellie sits up, looking at Kendyl in her mirror. She knew her friend was nervous. No matter what she could say, nothing would change. “I promise you, you could wear nothing more than a trash bag and Brock would be drooling over you.” 
Kendyl took a deep breath. “Are you sure?”
“Ken, you’re beautiful. You’re funny. You can verbally spar with anyone to get what you want at any time. If you decide you want something to happen with Brock, there’s no way he wouldn’t agree to it.”
Kendyl nods, finally getting up and grabbing Ellie’s hand and her coat to drag her out the door. 
“Are we sure we’re going to have fun?” Kendyl asks, the shaking in her voice something Ellie had never seen before.
“You sound like me now.” It was still winter in Vancouver, the below freezing temperatures combined with the warmest bar appropriate outfits they had not enough to actually keep them warm as they walked through the city to meet all of the guys. 
“What are they like? I only know Quinn.”
Ellie has to stop and think for a moment. How did she even begin to describe them? “I think you just have to wait and see. Quinn is nothing like them.” 
“Oh, my god, you hate your boyfriend's friends.”
“No, what?” Ellie asks, unable to hide her laughter. “I really like his friends. I’m getting closer with Elias and Brock is definitely good for a laugh when you need it.” 
Kendyl nods, both of them shivering as they walk. Quinn had such a warm jacket, Ellie thought back to the night the two of them met. She wouldn’t have been able to see herlife with Quinn coming. She thought Kendyl was just an annoying coworker, Quinn would be just a hook up, and that she would end up having to move home because of her mom and Alex. She never thought it would be this. 
They get to the bar after feeling like they were walking forever, Quinn making a beeline to Ellie as soon as they made eye contact. “God, I’m happy you’re here,” he slurs, planting a sloppy kiss on her cheek.
“Wow, you’re already drunk,” she points out, trying to push him away slightly. Quinn had told her they were going into a break in the season, so getting drunk was necessary. She had seen him a little drunk, more tipsy than anything, but never like this, and never in public. “Let’s get you some water, babe.”
Quinn lets out a giggle, slinging his arm around Ellie while she focuses on him instead of getting Kendyl over to Brock. She looks around the bar for her friend, or at least one of the guys to hopefully help her make sure he doesn’t go much farther than he already was with the alcohol. 
“Ellie, right?” she hears from behind her as she sets Quinn down at the booth in the back where the rest of the guys were seated. She turns around, one of the new guys in the office standing behind her, glass of beer in hand. 
“Uh, yeah, hey. Dylan, right?”
“Declan, actually,” he corrects her, a quick apology escaping her lips. “Sorry, I don’t mean to interrupt, I just saw Kendyl over by the bar and she mentioned you were here. I wanted to say hi.”
Even though it was darker in the bar, Ellie swears she saw him blushing, fidgeting and acting nervous in front of her. The guys didn’t seem to notice she was even standing there, but Declan seemed to be trying to take in everything about her. 
“Are you here with anyone?” she asks, feeling Quinn pull her into his lap, Ellie falling without an ounce of grace down towards him. “Sorry, this is my boyfriend, Quinn, and some of his friends.”
“Uh, hi,” he says, Ellie feeling Quinns arms wrap tighter around her as Declan talks, “I’m here with my roommate, but I lost him about half an hour ago.” 
“You should join us then,” Quinn says, moving him and Ellie further into the booth to make room for Declan. The tone in his voice told her he really didn’t want to do that. 
Kendyl finally comes back with drinks, Quinn taking the beer that was meant for Ellie and downing it much faster than he should have. Brock was already captivated by Kendyl as soon as she sat down, Elias rolling his eyes as he was making a fool of himself, Kendyl finding it weirdly endearing.
“So, Deacon,” Quinn starts, much louder than he should have been. “How do you know my girlfriend?”
“Uh,” Declan says, as caught off guard by Quinn’s sudden shift in mood as Ellie is, “I work with her. Just started about a month ago.”
Quinn nods. “What did you do before this?”
“I was a nurse in the ICU at Vancouver General.” 
“Couldn’t handle it, Derek?” 
“Quinn, what?” Ellie scoffs. 
Declan coughs, clearly getting uncomfortable fast. “It was a lot, so no. I liked helping people, but seeing traumatic thing after traumatic thing takes a toll on you really fast. So I went back to school and ended up with Ellie and Kendyl.” 
“Ah, a college degree.” 
“Quinn,” Ellie hissed. She didn’t like where this was going, Quinn holding on to Ellie like he was marking his territory. 
“I actually don’t have my degree, yet.”
“Interesting thing to brag about?” Declan says, nervously sipping on his beer. 
“Well, it’s hard to finish when you get called up to play with the Canucks, you know?”
Declan shrugs. “Is that the CFL team? I don’t follow sports.”
Ellie gets off Quinns lap, pushing Declan aside and dragging Quinn along with her. She didn’t need to hear what Quinn was going to say next. He was starting to act like a jackass and she didn’t want to see more. 
The two of them end up outside, the cold hitting Ellie like a slap in face. “What is wrong with you? He wasn’t doing anything for you to act like that to him.”
“I don’t like him,” Quinn pouts.
“You just met him.”
“I don’t like people who are trying to take my girl.”
Ellie can’t help but scoff. “‘Take your girl?’ What, am I your property? Did you get a good dowry? How many sheep did you have to give my family in exchange for your hand?”
Quinn rolls his eyes. “Come on, Ellie.”
“No, Quinn, you come on. He wasn’t hitting on me. He doesn’t even know me to like me.”
“Of course he likes you, Ellie, look at you.” Quinn takes a step closer to her, suddenly getting softer towards her. “You’re so pretty. You’re so smart. You know what to do with everything.” 
“If he likes me, that doesn’t matter,” Ellie snaps, still annoyed with him. “I don’t like him. I like you. I’m dating you. That should be enough for you to not act like an asshole towards him.”
Quinn hangs his head. “I’m sorry.” 
“You should be saying that to him.”
The two of them stand there in the cold in silence, Ellie not wanting to budge and Quinn wanting her to go with him. “Come with me?”
Ellie bites her lip, her mood ruined because of him in just a short amount of time. “I think I’m going to go home. I’m tired, anyway.”
“Let me walk you?” Just like the night they met.
“No, it’s fine. I’ll let you know when I’m back.”
They stand there for another moment, Quinn making the first move to pull Ellie in for a kiss. “I love you, Ellie.”
Ellie hadn’t been thinking about love with him yet. She wasn’t there yet. “Goodnight, Quinn,” she told him, turning and walking away, leaving him there on the sidewalk.
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“Have you ever loved anyone?” 
“Uh, you.”
“Not that kind of love, idiot.”
“Oh, um. I was in love with Tess Virtue for a while there.”
“While I get that, I still don’t mean that kind of love, Alex.” 
Alex laughs on the other end of the call, Ellie getting ready for work while he got ready for class. “El, you’re the other sister here, aren’t I supposed to be asking you this?”
Ellie and Quinn were in a weird place since Ellie left that night. She had hoped that Quinn was too drunk to remember that he had told her loved her and Ellie’s response was just to walk away. She didn’t know if she was in love with him. She knew she wanted to be with him. She didn’t know if she loved him.
“I mean,” Ellie starts, not sure where to go. 
“Are you and Quinn ok?” Ellie tells her brother everything that happened, Alex staying silent for a few seconds after she finished. “Ellie, you did this last time.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Not to go psychology major on you,” Alex says, earning a groan from his sister, “But I think you’re more messed up from Dad leaving than you like to admit you are. You have what sounds like a solid relationship with this guy but you’re afraid that if you let him love you and you let yourself love him, that he’s going to leave just like Dad did. He left us with Mom and we never got that love back.” 
Ellie takes a deep breath. “Jesus. At least I know your degree is worth it.” 
“I could be wrong. I’m only six semesters into this degree, after all.”
“I hate you.” 
“I love you, too, El.” 
Everything goes back to her parents. There’s no reason she couldn’t love Quinn. 
She was in a daze on her commute to the office. Does she love him? Regardless of Alex’s psychoanalysis, even if their dad leaving them with their mom made her think anyone who would love her would leave, is she able to love him?
She wanted to be with him, but she didn’t know what it was like to love him.
“You look horrible,” Kendyl says, Declan trying not to make eye contact with her at their little desk clump, probably trying to not agree. 
“Thank you, for that,” Ellie huffs, dropping her bag on the floor before she falls into her chair. “I just had a weird morning. Don’t really want to talk about it.” 
The morning passes by in a blur, the menial tasks of her job at least giving Ellie something to take her mind off Quinn. Anytime her mind would start to wander, anytime she thought about him in any way, she would just switch back to work mode and force herself to do whatever it is she needed to do.
“Hey,” Ellie thinks she hears from behind her, someone sounding just like Quinn. She ignored it, figuring it was just her imagination and her officially losing her mind over what was going on in her relationship. “Babe?”
Ellie jumps, thoroughly surprised that Quinn was actually standing behind her. “I thought you were leaving for Florida today.”
Quinn pulls her up, kissing her hello, a soft look on his face that told Ellie that everything was ok. “We leave in a few hours, so I wanted to come by and surprise you. Do you have a minute?”
Ellie nods, following Quinn down to the lobby of the building. She knew that if she went somewhere in the office, Kendyl would probably have her ear glued to the other side of the wall of whatever room they were in to try to listen to their conversation. 
“So, you don’t love me,” Quinn lets out slowly, pausing a little between each word, breaking Ellie’s heart each time.
“God,” she lets out.
“It’s ok.” They stand in silence, what they had with each other when they first met already somehow dying off between them. “I’m ok.”
“I want to love you. You know I have other things going on that are messing with my mind. You know me.” 
Quinn rolls his eyes, Ellie taking a step back. “What, the stuff with your mom?” Ellie gives him a small nod. “You can’t keep using that as an excuse, Ellie,” he snaps.
Ellie recoils at his words, the person in front of her not the same one who told her would always be there for her when she needed him, that he would help if she would let him and that he wanted to be there, for her and with her, for everything. This was someone who wouldn’t do any of that. “It’s not an excuse. It’s my life, Quinn. You grew up never having to worry about coming home from school and learning that the lights were turned off, or getting scared that the heat would get cut off in the middle of the winter, or that you were two days away from living in a car,” she nearly yells at him, catching him off guard. “I’m sorry that it messed me up and I’m trying to fix it and at least be honest with you about it because I want to be with you.” 
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, you idiot. I want to be with you. But I don’t know what it’s like to be loved by someone who stays. I don’t know what it’s like to love someone who wants to stay. I think I love you, but I don’t think that my work is the place to figure it out.” 
Quinn smiles at her, hugging her and holding her tight, every part of her relaxing as he does so. “That’s all I need. That’s all I want.” 
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“Ok, if we have to stay all night, then we’re ordering food.” 
“I never agreed to staying all night.” 
“Ellie, we have to get this done before we go home.”
“Yeah, but I have plans tonight. I’m not staying all night, extra pay or not.”
Declan groans, a stupid smile on his face. “Are you driving to these plans tonight?”
Ellie gets a bad feeling in her stomach, one that puts a smile on her face regardless. This project had forced them together much more often than Quinn probably would have liked if he found out. The client was demanding it be done three weeks faster than anticipated,which meant they had to get it done before Monday. “Nope. Why?” Declan gets up from the table the two of them and Kendyl are sitting at in the conference room to give them more space to spread out, running over to his desk and yanking one of the drawers open. “Dex, what are you doing?” Ellie calls.
The three of them had already been in the office much longer than everyone else, the rest of their colleagues having left early for the weekend while the three of them stayed behind.
Ellie had plans with Quinn that night for the first time in a while.
“Getting this,” Declan says, pulling her out of the spiraling thoughts she was having about her relationship.
He holds up three plastic red cups and a bottle of rum, the one alcohol that Ellie could stomach without any mixer, a sociopathic tendency as Kendyl would call it. “Why is that there?” Kendyl asks.
Declan shrugs, popping open the bottle with ease and pouring way more than a single shot into each of the cups. “One of the clients gave it to me as a thank you.”
“We never get alcohol as a thank you,” Ellie scoffs, Kendyl agreeing.
“Men,” Kendyl rolls her eyes.
Declan laughs, raising his cup to Ellie and clinking it against hers, downing it in a few seconds as he watches Ellie do the same. Both of them cough, the liquid burning down their throats much more than they were expecting, neither of them breaking eye contact with each other while forgetting Kendyl was there with them. “Alright, we work until we’re done. We refill when we need to.”
Ellie smiles at him, the warmth of the alcohol already coursing through her. Her phone starts buzzing, a call coming in from someone whose contact she can’t quite make out. “No phones.”
The three of them get to work, the sun setting without them realizing it as their phones keep buzzing over and over again. They weren’t even entirely sure what the project was that their boss was asking of them, but then again, when were they ever?
They had to have been working for at least two hours straight without moving, feeling like they hadn’t even made a dent in the amount of tasks they had for the project. “I need to go home,” Kendyl groans, rubbing her hands over her face.
“We need to finish this,” Ellie points out.
“We need more alcohol.” Declan gets up, already somehow emptying the bottle into their three cups. He winks at Ellie, yet again ignoring Kendyl and sending a chill down Ellie’s spine before heading back out of the conference room without another word. 
Kendyl squeals once he’s out of earshot, shaking Ellie’s arm. “Oh, my god, he is so obsessed with you.”
“He is not,” Ellie insists, the heat running to her cheeks at the thought of her coworker liking her. She’s dating Quinn. Dating a coworker is out of the question. Dating Delcan isn’t even a thought.
“Ellie, I’m not even here when he’s around. You two are flirting so much.”
“I’m not sure you know what flirting is.”
“What about Quinn?”
Ellie’s stomach churned at his name. “Quinn and I are fine,” she tells Kendyl, trying to ignore how high her voice got involuntarily. 
“El.”
“Ken.”
“You’re lying to me.” Ellie bites her lip, hating that Kendyl knew her well enough to tell. “What’s going on with you two? You were off last time I saw you together.”
Ellie sees Declan out of the corner of her eye shifting around the desks outside the conference room. “I have no idea.” Kendyl stays silent, Ellie feeling like she has to fill the space. “We see each other less and less now, part of it because of both our jobs right now.”
“Well, that makes sense, that happens.”
“But when we do spend time together, we don’t say anything. We barely talk anymore at all. It’s like we ran out of things to say.”
“Who has nothing to say?” Declan interrupts, plopping down in his chair with another bottle of rum.
“Ellie and Quinn. Why do you have another bottle?” Kendyl asks.
“I have many bottles. Who’s Quinn?” 
“Ellie’s boyfriend.” 
Declan just nods, giving Ellie an uneasy feeling as they both take a sip of their drinks again, the eye contact between them mixed with the alcohol making her mind spin. “We’re just going through a weird phase right now. We’ll get through it.”
Kendyl recaps what Ellie told her, unprompted, to Declan, who infuriatingly just sits there, the alcohol making him look way too attractive for Ellie’s liking. “You don’t want my opinion, do you?” he asks.
“Kendyl gives me hers all the time when I don’t want it, you might as well give yours.”
“You’re both busy. That happens.”
“See?” Ellie prods Kendyl. 
“But,” Declan starts again, Kendyl sticking her tongue out at Ellie like a child, “Being busy could also mean not being willing to make time for each other.” 
Ellie took in a deep breath, hating what he was saying. It wasn’t like he said that much, but he said enough. The room suddenly felt too small, the work too overwhelming, the alcohol hitting her all at once. “I’m going to go to the bathroom,” she says, practically running out of the room. 
Are she and Quinn not making enough time for each other? Are they just ending their relationship without saying that it’s over? She didn’t think she wanted to break up with him, but at this point, what was staying with him doing for her? 
Ellie looks at herself in the mirror. She didn’t know if it was the alcohol distorting her perception of herself or if it was the mirror that probably hadn’t been cleaned in a while, but she didn’t look like herself. She looked off. She had felt off for a while, but she had no idea why. 
Was it because of Quinn? Ellie had heard that to be loved was to be changed, but what happens when you don’t like how you’ve changed? How much should she fight to get things back to the way there were when they first started seeing each other? What has to happen for her to just give up instead?
“Hey, sorry,” Declan startles Ellie, causing her to lose her balance and stumble against the sink. “I’m sorry that I upset you.”
“No, uh,” Ellie starts, wiping a tear from her cheek she didn’t even know had fallen, “You didn’t upset me.”
“Can I ask you something?” Declan’s voice is gentle as he takes a step closer to you, waiting for her to nod. “If you aren’t happy, why are you still with him?”
Ellie shrugs, not wanting to look at him. If she looks, she’ll fall apart. “I love him. I do. He knows me better than anyone. I’ve told him things I haven’t told anyone outside of my family, not even Kendyl. But sometimes,” she takes in a breath, her voice shaking. “Sometimes I wonder if it was all for nothing. We have no time for each other anymore. I see Kendyl more than I see him.”
“Ellie,” he says, his voice low as he steps closer to her. She was sure he could hear her heart racing. 
She was dating Quinn.
Quinn.
“Oh, fuck,” Ellie practically yells. “What time is it?”
“Uh, 8:30.”
“Quinn was picking me up at 8:15.” Ellie runs from the bathroom, leaving Declan calling after her. She grabs her stuff from the conference room without saying a word to Kendyl. 
She hears Declan in the background, calling after her as she runs down the stairs, dropping things in the stairwell that she doesn’t bother to pick up. She was rattled, Quinn already waiting for what had now become twenty minutes without her so much as texting him back the entire time.
Declan catches up to her, everything she’s dropped in his hands when she bursts through the front door of the building, Quinn’s car at the curb with him leaning against it scrolling on his phone. He looks up, his eyes going between his disheveled girlfriend and the one guy that she talked to that he was worried about, equally out of breath and carrying her things, both of them looking panicked.
He could tell Ellie was drunk. He knew she was drinking with him.
“What is this, Ellie?” he asks, trying to keep a calm tone in his voice as best as he can.
Ellie starts stammering, the alcohol not helping her at all. “We were doing that project I told you about, we lost track of time. I know I’m late but I wasn’t looking at my phone so we could finish as fast as possible.”
Quinn takes in a deep breath, looking up to the sky so he didn’t have to see her reaction to what he was about to say. “Ellie, I know he likes you. I told you likes you the night I met him. And, I know you like him, even if you don’t realize it yet. What am I doing here?”
Ellie steps toward him, her legs starting to shake as she tried to process what he was saying. “Quinn, you’re taking me out. You said we were meeting the guys tonight.”
“No, Ellie. I am. You’re gonna stay here.You’re gonna finish the project. You’re going to spend the night with Declan. You should be with someone who has time for you.”
“Quinn.” 
“We’ve both been busy. We’ve both had way too many things going on to focus on each other. We deserve better. You deserve better.”
“Quinn,” she repeats, standing right in front of him. She reaches up to his cheek, him leaning into her touch as he finally looks at her. “What are you saying?”
“You know, Ellie.” 
They stand there, forgetting Declan behind them and ignoring the world around them. Quinn cups her cheeks, kissing her like he did the very first time. “Bye, Eleanor.”
“Bye, Quinn,” Ellie whispers, not wanting to let go. 
Everything happened so fast. Ellie stood on the curb, wanting to drop her things right on the sidewalk and chase after him as he got in his car and drove away. She didn’t move as Declan came up behind her, gently putting his arm around her to try to comfort her. She didn’t hear him say that he wanted to get her back inside so that Kendyl could be with her, so that she’d have someone she trusted to talk to after what just happened.
She just stood there. 
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Quinn was miserable. The guys were all with their partners, while Quinn sat in the middle with no one by his side. All he had was the beer in front of him that he didn’t even want to drink. 
He should be happy. They were already having a great season. They had already secured a playoff spot. The team was playing to have fun and winning was coming because of it. 
Brock comes up to him with Kendyl, the two of them still going strong. Quinn liked Kendyl, but seeing her still reminded him of Ellie, even if the two of them didn’t work together anymore. 
“Come on, buck up. There are plenty of girls here that you could at least talk to,” Brock tries to encourage him.
Quinn just shrugs him off, slowly turning the glass of beer around on the table. He wasn’t in the mood to be there, but there was no way the guys would let him leave this early. 
Brock leaves to get another round of drinks, Kendyl staying behind. “She’s doing ok, you know,” she says, barely above a whisper. 
Quinn sighs. “I miss her.” 
Kendyl puts her hand on his shoulder, giving him a sympathetic smile. “I know.”
They sit for a moment, both of them unsure what to say next. What do you say to someone who was still broken over something that should have never shattered in the first place?
“Hey, isn’t that that Dexter guy you work with?” Elias comes over and asks, pointing to the other side of the bar. 
Quinn feels the air escape his lungs, Ellie and Declan together, Declan holding on to her as a guy moved past them, pressing their bodies against each other. She didn’t hesitate to take the opportunity to drape her arms on his shoulders, getting up on her toes to kiss him, their foreheads pressed together when they pull away while they looked at each other like they were the only people in the world. 
“She’s happy,” Kendyl says. 
“She’s happier,” Quinn corrects her, his heart breaking at the fact that he couldn’t do that for her. 
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“It truly is a shame you try to use your mouth for things other than what I intend to use it for.”
The words tumble past his lips effortlessly, almost sounding bored in the confession, as if used to this same talk and frustrated of it happening on so many occasions.
But one thing you learned about him, is for as loving as he is, he is equally impatient for any ridiculousness you could throw at him.
With his face angled low and the loose locks of hair falling in front of his beautiful eyes, they watch your throat bulge out as you suck on his thick fingers, gagging on the digits and trembling from the almost painful pleasure demanding attention between your legs.
“To think,” he continues, sighing dramatically. “I was going to come home to my little bunny and treat them to a night they would never forget. But instead,” he uses his free, large hand to paw over the tightening fabric of his slacks. His head tosses back slightly at the feeling of something over the growing ache between his legs, and fuck how you want it to be you so bad, feel it twitch under your touch and tips of your teasing fingers.
“I now have to punish them.”
“Pleash daddy,” you whimper around his fingers, small hand wrapping as much as it can around his wrist. You aren’t even sure you know what you’re asking for, something, anything to relieve the tension inside of you.
You want him to fuck you raw. You want him to spank you until you’re bruised. You want him to completely destroy you in every possible way he seems fit, anything but this seemingly annoyed indifference he’s sending your way now, almost bored with your presence and can’t be bothered to entertain you.
All while he had full intention to pleasure himself right in front of you.
This was real torture.
“Oh, my poor sweet baby,” he croons, and you whimper at the thick sarcasm dripping in his voice. “If only you had wanted to be good just a few minutes ago, hmm?”
The fingers in your mouth quickly pull themselves out of your lips, and you gag once more at the forceful removal, and before you can ask anything about his actions, he grips your chin in those same sticky, saliva coated fingers.
“Perhaps then that pretty little mouth would be used exactly as I’d planned, rather than how I now have to punish it.”
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GETO, GOJO, Atsumu, Ushijima, KUROO, SAKUSA, KITA
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