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sunarc · 5 months

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Do or Drink

Synopsis: You never expected a simple game between your new roommates would lead to you on your hands and knees begging for them

Cw: Afab reader, reader is referred to as she/her, exhibitionism, geto and gojo have sex, reader listens to them having sex, masturbation, a little degradation, cum swallowing, overstimulation, breeding, oral(m and f receiving), alcohol, 5.9k words

Satoru x reader x Suguru

“Today drained me” Gojo let out a deep sigh as he entered the apartment and plopped down on the couch.

You were finally moving in with your best friends. After months of searching for an apartment they offered you the guest bedroom in their apartment. You were quick to accept the offer seeing as the search was getting long and tiring.

“All you did was hold the door open” you scuffed watching him spread out and get comfortable.

“And you let it close before we could even get in” Geto said as he placed another box labeled kitchen on the table.

Gojo turned away with a pout “ My arm got tired”

Geto leaned down to kiss his pout from his lips.

“It’s alright my lazy boy, dinner is on you though” he laughed giving him another kiss.

You laughed watching the two go back and forth. This was something normal for the three of you. You would usually come over to hang out with the two and watch as they went back and forth between bickering and showering each other in loving kisses. The dynamic worked so easily for the three of you only now you wouldn’t have to leave early, you’d already be home.

You turned, staring at the mess of boxes. Your smile slowly dropped at the realization that you now had to unpack.

“Don’t worry we’ll help with the unpacking” Geto walked up behind you and slung an arm over your shoulder. It was as if he could read your mind.

Unpacking was hectic. Geto and Gojo bantered for majority of the time. You smiled softly listening to the two. You would now get the chance to wake up and listen to the two call each other silly insults that you knew neither meant. Gojo sighed doing very little apart from standing over your shoulder to sigh about how tired he was. Geto did most of the work seeing as you stopped occasionally to sneak snacks with Gojo. The room was filled with laughter as you all unpacked. By the time Gojo ordered pizza you had determined enough boxes were unpacked to truly relax.

“That was so much” you exclaimed as you took a bite out of your pizza.

“The two of you barely did anything” Geto rolled his eyes as he placed beer on the table for all of you to drink. “I’m surprised your even hungry after all those snack breaks”

“You could have joined us Sugu” Gojo said as if the statement was obvious.

You hummed an agreement too busy chewing to fully focus on the conversation. You continued eating and drinking a couple beers in the process until Gojo’s voice broke through your peace.

“Okay” he clapped to gain your attention. Geto sighed deeply knowing that nothing good would come after his loud attention grabber.

“I propose a drinking game to celebrate y/n moving in”

You and Geto shared a surprised look.

“That’s actually not a bad idea” you said with genuine surprise covering your faces.

“That’s a first” Geto whispered.

Gojo pushed Geto playfully as he got up to prepare the game. You turned to Geto knowing that nothing good would come from this game. Gojo called for the two of you to join him in the living room with a singsong voice.

“You’re too excited that scares me” you laughed as you sat down across from him taking one of the beers he brought out to drink.

“Does fun scare you” he asked as he laid out the cards.

You gave him a bored look scuffing at his childish comment. Being around Gojo brought out your child like wonder while Geto seemed to balance you with maturity.

“Whats the game?” Geto asked as he sat down and leaned against the wall.

Gojo stood up to dramatically announce the game.

“The game my friend and my beautiful lover,” he said making kissy faces at Geto “ is do or drink”

His dramatic nature made you laugh. He sat down across from you on the floor next to Geto. The game was quite simple. You were given a dare and if you chose not to do the dare you had to drink. You were nervous to say the least. Games like this usually lead to drunk bodies fumbling around doing drunk things. Laughter filled the room as the three of you went back and forth between doing wild dares and drinking when a dare too crazy was asked.

“Suck the banana! Suck the banana” Gojo chanted.

You were given a dare to perform oral on a banana. You were a laughing mess, way past tipsy. You licked the tip of the banana in a sultry way. Your tongue swiveled around the banana as your eyes locked with the two men sitting in front of you. They were starring at you with an intense gaze. You slid the banana into your mouth amazed at yourself when you didn’t gag. You push the banana deep humming as it touches the back of your throat. Their eyes were wide watching you. Something about being seen doing something so lewd sent a heartbeat to your core. You pushed your legs together forcing friction between your legs. You pulled the banana free from your mouth slowly. You stuck your tongue out and licked the tip one final time before you looked up at the blushing faces that were staring at you.

“Somebody has a lot of practice in that field” Gojo whispered before clapping at your performance.

You laughed as you took a bow feeling ease with their validation. The game continued and you felt your body getting heavier. Any remaining shyness was gone. The game seemed to go on for hours with empty bottles of beer scattering the floor and game cards littered next to them.

“It’s your turn” Gojo spoke pointing to you.

You picked up a car and read it silently. Your eyes grew wide and immediately flew to the eyes staring waiting for you to read the card out loud.

“I don’t know if I should do this” you said quietly with a nervous smile.

“Ooo is someone scared?” Gojo taunted you

You rolled your eyes and turned away.

“I’m not scared!” you slurred your rebuttal “I have to kiss the person to my left” your words grew quiet towards the end of your sentence.

All eyes landed on Gojo who was smirking staring at you. Your eyes landed on Geto who seemed to be thinking hard.

“I think you should do it” Geto spoke up leaning back smirking.

Your eyes almost popped out with surprise at his statement. Kissing Gojo was the last thing you thought you would be doing tonight. You sat , thinking maybe you should just drink but you were far too drunk to drink anymore. You sucked on a banana in front of the two, what harm would a simple kiss do. You crawled over to Gojo who sat smirking waiting for you. Geto’s eyes followed your movements watching with an intense gaze. You reached Gojo and placed a hand on his cheek. Your lips pressed against his with a small peck before you pulled away. You looked at Gojo who still had his eyes closed.

“Ah come one you can do better than that.” You turned to see Geto watching with his head sitting in his hand with an almost bored look.

You turned back to Gojo whose eyes were now on you with a patient look. You let out a nervous sigh before you pressed your lips against his. His lips were soft and so easy to fall into. Your lips moved against his and you found your body pressing into him.His hand smoothed down your side to your hip and squeezed softly. You let out a soft hum at the feeling of his hand against your skin. The kiss deepened and you began to get more into it. Your lips parted and he took his chance to slip his tongue into your mouth. You sucked on his tongue earning a soft moan from him. His other hand came up to grab the back of your neck pulling you deeper into him. You felt yourself being surrounded by Gojo’s essence. He tasted sweet and you were craving more. You had almost forgot about the eyes that watched the two of you kiss with an intense gaze. Geto sat up with a smirk appearing on his lips. His tongue slid across his bottom lip and a tent began to grow in his pants. Your tongue danced against Gojo’s fighting for dominance. Gojo was determined to win this battle. A string of moans fell past both your lips as the kiss became more intense. Gojo was the first to pull away. You followed after his lips completely forgetting where you were. You opened your eyes quickly at the realization. You brought your hand up to your mouth almost lost in a daze. The kiss was more than what you thought it would be. You felt yourself feeling warm all over. Your core was aching to be touched. You never thought a kiss with Gojo of all people would make you feel such a way.

“I think thats a great way to end the game” you laughed nervously as you stumble to stand up. You picked up your empty bottles to throw them away. The walk to your felt like walking through a hallway that could not stop moving. Your mind was covered in thoughts of gojo’s lips and the smirk that covered Geto’s face when it was all done. You sat on your bed with your fingers pressed against your lips. Gojo’s ideas were never ideas that anyone should trust.

You sat laid in bed waiting for the room to cease movement when pouding from the other side of the room came flooding through the walls. The one thing about living with Geto and Gojo was that the walls were as thin as paper. Your thoughts were cut off by a low deep groan coming through the wall. You sat up wondering if you were mistaking the noises you were hearing. There was a creaking of a bed and what seemed like a soft whimper coming from behind the wall. You placed your hand over your mouth now completely sure of the noise you were hearing. Your new roommates were fucking in the room next door. You could hear them as if you were in the room with them. A small voice came through the wall groaning about how tight his hole was. You felt embarrassed at the fact you were hearing this. You were even more embarrassed at how wet the sounds were making you. Your mind drifted off to the though of Geto dripping with sweat thrusting into his partner moaning about how he couldn’t get enough.

“Shh no no no” you slapped your head as an attempt to erase the lewd thoughts from your mind.

These were your best friends, your roommates, nothing more than that. It was wrong of you to think of them in such a way. It was even more wrong to touch yourself to those thoughts and noises. You couldn’t help yourself maybe too overcome by the alcohol. You hands moved on their own accord slipping into your underwear to circle around your clit. Each moan you heard from the other room left you desiring more. Any embarrassment was gone with the need to arrive at your orgasm at the same time as the two on the other side of the wall. No one would have to know about how you slipped your fingers inside of yourself and fucked yourself to Gojo’s needy moans. Little to your knowledge Geto’s ears could hear everything that went on in the house. No one needed to know but he knew.

Living with the two was hectic but it was something you couldn’t deny made you feel happy. The week that you had been staying there felt like a month. You were already getting used to the two bickering like children, the constant movie nights that Gojo would suggest and even the delicious breakfast Geto made. Your time staying with the two was full of good moments. They two loved having you. It was like a sleepover that never ended as Gojo continuously called it.

You sat in your room with music playing as finishing unpacking the rest of your things. Moving was a lot and you found yourself busy half the time to the point where you weren’t able to finish all of your unpacking. You unloaded box after box and began putting up your decorations. You smiled looking around, the room was finally coming together. The lights that you draped against the walls just needed batteries, the one thing you did not have. You walked out the room to the room next door, entering it without knocking. Your eyes grew wide at the sight before you. Gojo was turned away from you completely naked bouncing on Geto’s cock. Geto sat facing the door lips pressed against Gojo’s ear nibbling softly. Gojo’s moans paired with Geto’s grunts were filling the room. Geto’s eyes locked with you and you felt frozen in place. His hand gripped the fat of Gojo’s ass guiding him up and down on his cock.

“Mmh you like how it feels getting filled with my cock don’t you” Geto groaned eyes stilled locked with yours.

“Such a needy thing” it was as if the words were meant for you “You need my cock don’t you, you need to be stuffed to the brim huh” The words were whispered into Gojo’s ear but seemed to crawl towards you. His hand came down onto Gojo’s ass roughly and your eyes seemed to follow the recoil.

You shut the door quickly before finally finding the will to move. It was as if Geto had you in a trance. You walked to your room, the scene replaying in your head like a broken record. You were almost ashamed at how they had such an effect on you. This wasn’t the first time you were completely losing yourself for the two. You never felt this way before you moved in so why now. Your mind replayed the way Gojo held his head back riding Geto calling his name with silk like moans. Geto’s piercing gaze seemed to trap you where you stood and for some reason you didn’t mind. You were feeling pent up. You hadn’t had sex in ages and seeing those two getting each other off seemed to worsen how you were feeling. You took deep breathes attempting to regain your composure but the sounds of Geto groaning Gojo’s name through the door wouldn't let you catch a break.

“Ugh you guys are gonna be the death of me” you whispered the words as you walked to your room.

You could go without the batteries for now.

The next day felt drawn out. You had nothing planned for the day and packing was all done. You laid in bed sighing boredly. You were close to taking a nap until you heard Gojo’s voice calling your name dragging out each syllable. You sat up and dragged your feet to their room this time knocking before daring to enter.

“Come in” Gojo called

You opened the door to them sitting on the bed passing a bottle of alcohol.

“Since when do you knock” Geto smirked

You bit your lips remembering the night before.

“Sorry…about that” the words felt horrifying coming from you. You wanted to hide away from embarrassment.

“Did you enjoy the show ?” Gojo’s teasing voice broke past your thoughts.

Your voice was caught in your throat. If you were embarrassed before you wanted to melt into a puddle now. This was nothing new for them to tease you but it felt like you were standing in front of a crowded arena with thousands of beady eyes watching you.

“Is this what you called me for” you asked rolling your eyes.

Geto laughed at the way the two of you went back and forth.

“No, we want you to join us sit” he patted the spot beside him on the bed. Their faces were covered in tipsy smiles.You sat down and Geto handed you the bottle. You took a sip only to grimace at the bitter taste

“You guys trying to kill me?” you choked out gagging at the taste.

The two laughed at your reaction before Geto snatched the bottle and drank it as if it were juice.

“It was his idea to drink this mess but I wanted you to join me in this torture” Gojo said

He was never really much of a drinker apart from a beer or two here and there. One sip of alcohol could have him falling over like a giraffe. You took the bottle wanting to catch up to them.

“Im bored let’s do something” Gojo let out a dramatic sigh as he laid back spreading himself out on the bed. His long legs dangled off the bed while the other laid across your lap.

“Let’s play a drinking game” Geto proposed “I mean we’re already drinking might as well have some fun with it”

You bit your lip remembering the last time you guys playing a game. The feeling of gojo’s lips pressed against yours seemed to flood your memory.

“Uh I-” you started only to be cut off by Gojo whining.

“Ugh don’t be like that it’ll be fun, promise” he sat up with his face close to yours

“You might even get to kiss me again” his eyes darted down to your lips “I know how much you liked it”

You pushed him away rolling your eyes

“You wish. Lets just play”

Cards were laid out on the bed messily. You were laughing watching Geto draw a tramp stamp on Gojo as a dare.

“What is it?” Gojo asked trying to turn his head to see but failing to do so.

Geto pushed his face back and continued drawing.

“Be patient” he groaned.

His tongue was poking out as he focused on the drawing.

“That’s actually really good” you were shocked staring at his masterpiece.

“You know I wanted to be a tattoo artist for a while” Geto said as he finished the final touches.

“And done” he sat up and let gojo look in the mirror.

Gojo turned smiling brightly before pulling Geto into a hug yelling about how cute it was.

“It’s a butterfly” he yelled “And it matches my eyes” he leaned over to give Geto a kiss. You smiled at the two admiring their love.

“Alright you love birds it’s my turn” you loudly proclaimed.

You picked up a card and your eyes blew wide as you read it. It seemed to be an ongoing theme of your getting ridiculous cards for the night.

“Well don’t leave us hanging read it out loud” Geto’s voice cut through your thoughts.

“Strip ”

A chorus of O’s played through the room. How is it that you manage to get cards that always end in you doing something you would never usually do. You let out a heavy sigh.

“Hey how about we make it fair , if you strip we’ll do it too. Right Sugu?” Gojo turned to Geto who was silently nodding his head with a small smile plastered on his face. You looked at the two nervously. You stood up and slowly pulled your sweats down revealing lacy underwear that you had forgotten you were wearing. The boys eyes were locked on your slow movements. Your skin looked so soft and pretty with the pink panties you were. You lifted your shirt to reveal a matching bra to which the boys leaned forward intrigued by the sight.

“Oh my oh my” Gojo whispered a smirk daring to appear.

“Well take it off you two, you said I wouldn’t have to be alone” you said covering yourself suddenly feeling embarrassed under their gaze.

They simultaneously began stripping down to their underwear. You never really paid attention the the two but their bodies were obnoxiously toned. You couldn’t help the way you stared with your jaw low practically hypnotized by the sight.

“You’re drooling love. Take a picture if you want.” Geto teased

You grumbled at the comment

“Please you’re not all that” you knew you were lying. The two were like gods, face and body, but you would never admit that to them.

The game continued and the bottle of alcohol that was being shared was half way empty. Clumsy hands passed the bottle around as laughter filled the room. Your low lidded eyes watched the two bodies across from you giggle and press soft kisses to each others forehead. Any other person would have felt like a third wheel intruding in on a private moment but this was such a natural occurrence that it felt normal.

“Okay who’s turn” you slurred feeling the alcohol slowly creeping up on you.

Gojo took a sip from the bottle and placed it on the dresser next to him before loudly shouting it was his turn. He picked up a card and smiled brightly.

“Kiss the prettiest person in the room” he smirked looking up and you and Geto.

Geto shook his head and grabbed Gojo’s jaw pulling him in.

“This isn’t perks of being a wallflower” he pressed his lips against Gojo’s in a delicate kiss.

The kiss was short but you could tell the two wanted more.

“Ah come on you can do better than that” you spoke up mocking Geto from when you were dared to kiss Gojo.

Geto smirked knowing exactly what you were referring to. He gripped the back of Gojo’s neck and pulled him in for a deeper kiss. The kiss was hungry. It was as if the two were desperately waiting for this moment. Gojo’s hands massaged Geto’s skin as he leaned forward to deepen the kiss. His hands moved up Geto’s thighs earning him a soft moan from the other.

Your eyes were wide as you watched the pair. It was as if they had completely forgotten that you were in the room. You couldn’t seem to move. Your eyes were stuck in a trance watching the way Gojo’s hands moved up Geto’s legs. He was so close to the growing bulge in his underwear and you couldn’t help but silently hope that he took it a bit further. They pulled apart and you were brought out of your trance. You looked around the room suddenly finding interest in the walls and ceiling.

“It’s okay if you like to watch but it’d be so much better if you joined” Gojo’s voice was low as he stared at you with lust filled eyes. You stared at the two feeling hesitant but slowly crawled over to them. You couldn’t find it in yourself to care about the game cards only thinking of the two boys waiting for you. You kissed Gojo softly. His lips were just as soft as you remembered . It was hard to pull aways from him but Geto’s voice grabbed your attention.

“My lips are just as soft as his” he smirked at Gojo “Probably even better” He pulled you in for a kiss. His lips tasted like cherry. You craved the two of them. You pushed deeper into the kiss and wrapped your arm around his shoulder. Something had taken over you removing any nervous thought in your head. Gojo’s hand massaged your thighs making you feel warm all over. Between Gojo’s hands touching you inching closer to your core but never really touching you there and Geto’s lips dancing in sync against yours you were becoming more and more desperate for them. You pulled away from the kiss to catch your breath. Gojo took this as his chance to pull you into his lap with his chest pressed against your back. His lips found their way to your shoulder while his hands played with the lacy material of your underwear. Geto pressed his lips against yours while Gojo’s lips sucked licked your neck in a repeated pattern. Gojo’s hands moved to your chest massaging gently. You moaned at the attention they were giving. Geto pulled away meeting your low lidded eyes.

“You willing to go this far darling?” his hand rested on your thigh,fingertips close to your core.

You stared at him and nodded your head slowly.

“Mm no no no we need to hear you say it, use your words” his voice grew lower “I know you can do it”

Your heart felt like it might burst from your chest.

“Yes” you whimpered

The two shared a dark look before Geto yanked you up from Gojo’s lap. He was able to maneuver you as if you were a doll. He had you on your hands and knees facing Gojo while he massaged the fat of your ass. He leaned down and pressed his lips against your ear.

“You know the traffic light system right” Geto’s voice flew through your ear, you almost forget to answer.

You nodded your head eagerly.

“What did I say about those words?”

You whined at his response. Your thoughts were all over the place. Geto’s hand gently massaged your ass leaving you desperate to be touched.

“G-green means keep going, Yellow means slow down and Red means stop” you voice was shaking as you said the words. You were overcome with a mix of emotions.

Geto hummed satisfied with your answer.

“Good girl, now open wide, we’re gonna stuff this pretty little mouth of yours.” Geto gripped onto your hair while Gojo pulled his cock free stroking it.

“Look at that, she’s fucking drooling for your cock baby” Geto’s voice was a teasing tone “You gonna give it to her? I think she should beg for it don’t you”

Gojo looked down at you biting his lip. His blue eyes stared deep into yours with an expecting gaze.

“Ple-please” you stuttered out “Please I want your cock so bad” Your eyes watched his hand stroke himself with a look of hunger. You wanted it to be your mouth getting him off.

“Aw, she’s so desperate Sugu” Gojo held the tip of his cock against your lips rubbing the precum over them.

“You can have me baby, only because you sound so pretty when you beg”

He pushed his cock between your lips groaning at how warm your mouth was. His hands moved to the sides of your head as he found a steady pace. His cock stretched your mouth out so perfectly. He fucked himself deeper into your mouth groaning when he reached the back of your throat.

“Fuck your mouth is so perfect” he let out a deep sigh.

Geto moved behind you and slid your panties down. His hands moved to spread your asscheeks giving him a perfect view of how your hole clenched around nothing. His tongue licked a long strip between your folds earning him a muffled moan.

“Fuck it feels so good when you moan around my cock” Gojo groaned “Keep doing that keep-fuck keep licking her pussy for me please” His moans turned into soft whimpered as his thrust picked up speed. Geto’s tongue lapped at your cunt messily eating you out. Between Gojo’s rapid thrust and Geto lapping at your pussy as if it was his last meal you were falling apart for them. Your muffled moans cause Gojo’s eyes to roll back. His moans fill the room matching your muffled ones.

“Shit you’re gonna make me cum” he groaned

Geto pulled away from your cunt breathing heavily eyes heavy with lust.

“She taste fucking amazing. You want a taste baby?” he leaned over to Gojo kissing him deeply. Geto’s hand wrapped around Gojo’s throat while he shoved his tongue into his mouth. The kiss was messy and you loved every second of it. You bobbed your head on Gojo’s cock desperate to hear his moans again. Geto pulled away and looked at Gojo

“You taste just as good”

Geto leaned behind you and kissed the fat of your ass. His hand came down smacking your ass cheek roughly. You jolted from the sudden spank whimpering as a result.

“Oh you like that dont you” he sat up and let his fingers massage between your folds. “You’re such a nasty girl letting us do whatever we want to you like this”

He slipped to fingers inside of you smiling at the way you arched you back at the feeling.

“I bet you were just dreaming about this” his fingers moved at at steady pace fucking into you.

“Oh I know she has” Gojo let out a laugh “She’s probably been fucking that sloppy pussy at the thought of our cocks.”

Geto groans at gojo’s words.

“So fucking filthy, thinking about your best friends like this” Geto’s fingers felt so thick filling you up.

Your thoughts were caught between Gojo fucking your mouth full of his cock, the filthy words that were spilling past their lips and the way Geto’s fingers filled you so deliciously. You felt yourself on the verge losing your mind without even having them fill you up. You rocked back and forth on Geto’s fingers chasing after your own orgasm.

“Look at how desperate she is fucking herself on your fingers sugu” Gojo held your head in his hands while he thrusting into your mouth as his eyes stared at how you grinned down on Geto’s fingers with an incredious look.

“She so fucking needy her pussy is drooling on my fingers” Geto’s tongue slithered across his bottom lip.

His hand held onto your hip while his fingers picked up speed at a brutal pace. The sounds of your cunt filled the room like music to their ears.

“You gotta cum on my fingers before you get this sloppy hole filled you understand” Geto’s voice was a low growl.

Your legs shook with anticipation. You were desperately chasing after an orgasm. You felt pure bliss feeling his fingers reach spots you could never reach.

“Aw you’re close aren’t you. Go ahead, cum on my fingers. Cum on my fingers so we can stuff this wet hole full with our cocks.”

His words sent you over the edge. You felt your juices dripping down your legs as Geto continued thrusting his fingers into you fucking you through your orgasm. Your choked moans could be heard even with Gojo continuing his brutal pace of fucking your throat.

“Ah your shaking so much. You think she can handle a cock Sugu?”

Geto smirked looking down at how your hole clenched around his fingers sucking him in.

“I think she can handle two” he smirked at Gojo.

Gojo pulled his cock free from your mouth hissing at the sudden release. You sucked in a deep breath still reeling in from your orgasm.

“What’s your color love?” Gojo’s voice was soft.

“Green” your voice was raspy.

The two smiled at each other. Gojo kneeled down bringing you in for a deep kiss.

“I want her mouth you can take her pussy” Geto said as he pulled his fingers out of you.

You let out a soft whimper. You needed to be filled.

“Please I need you to fuck me” you whimpered looking up at Gojo.

“I didn’t know you were such a needy thing” Gojo chuckled “don’t worry I’ll fill this pussy with all my cum okay”

He walked around to position himself at your entrance. Geto stood behind him and wrapped his arm around him to stroke his cock.

“How bad do you want his cock?” Geto asked while his hand stoked Gojo at an achingly slow pace.

You arched your back to put your ass in the air.

“I need it so bad.” You begged “ please fuck me please I need you to fill me up”

You never knew yourself to beg but you were desperate for their cum in the moment.

Gojo head lulled back onto Geto’s shoulder hearing your pleads. He thrusted into Geto’s hand as his whimpers filled the room.

“Please let me fuck her pussy, I need it so bad.” He whined in Geto’s ear.

“Aww you need her pussy that bad baby, well let me help.”

He moved Gojo’s tip to your entrance and slowly pushed his hips into you. Gojo let out a low groan while his eyes rolled back at the feeling of your warmth wrapping around you. Geto’s hands moved Gojo’s hips guiding his cock in and out of you. Both your and Gojo’s moans filled the room. Your legs were shaking from how thick and long he was.

“Does her pussy feel good baby” his voice was silky as he whispered the words in Gojo’s ear. Gojo was panting, nodding his head.

“S-so good” he was drowning in euphoria at the feeling of his cock sliding against your walls.

Geto moved to your mouth. He grabbed your chin making you meet his eyes.

“Open up for me baby”

He placed the tip of his cock at your mouth and slowly pushed himself deeper into your mouth. The two of them began thrusting in and out of your holes. Your body jolted back Ned forth between the two of them . Geto’s hand gripped your hair and moved your head along his cock groaning at how your throat squeezed around him.

“Fuck, you didn’t tell me her mouth was this good” he groaned.

Gojo chuckled “her pussy feels so much better.”

They talked as if you were in the room. Their thrust were synchronized as they fucked you. You felt yourself losing your mind at having both holes filled. Your body felt weak. You knew your were coming close to another orgasm. Your legs trembled as Gojo’s cock pressed against the perfect spot. Your moans were choked,caught in your throat with Geto’s pace of fucking your mouth. You were completely gone with the only thing running through your mind being their cum drooling out of both your holes.

Gojo’s pace was slowly growing reckless. His hips stuttered as they fucked into you. His moans were turning into whimpers. Geto was trying to keep his composure but his groans turned into deep growls as he neared his orgasm.

“S-shit I’m about to cum you close baby?” Geto’s voice cracked

“So close oh fuck I’m so close” he whimpered “ Her pussy is practically sucking me in I know your close cum with us sweetheart, make a mess on my cock please”

You didn’t realize you had it in you to cum so much. Your orgasm flooded over you like a wave. You had never felt so out of body before. They followed close after you groaning and moaning as they each fucked your holes full of cum. Heavy breathing filled the room as their thrust slowly came to a stop. Geto pulled out of your mouth eyes locked in at how his cum dropped down your chin. His finger scooped it up and placed it on your tongue. You sucked without even thinking as if it came natural to you. Gojo pulled out smiling brightly at the way his cum drooled from your hole. Heavy breathing filled the room. You slumped down onto the bed turning on your back to face the ceiling.

“We should play this game more often,” Gojo said cheerfully.

You laughed nodding your head in agreement. Geto looked at Gojo both of them seeming to share the same menacing look.

“I think Satoru should clean you up.” He leaned down to peck a kiss to your forehead. “It wouldn’t be fair for us to just leave you full of cum.” He turned to Gojo who was already leaning at your entrance, eyes hungry. He walked over to kneel next to him

“Maybe I should help him, just to make sure he does the job right.”

You looked at your two best friends sitting eagerly between your legs.

“Just sit back we’ll take care of you”

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that-fic-girl · 9 months

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I'VE GOT A SCENARIO, ok so I saw the Monty doing Roxanne with reader being jealous and got a thought. Reader is dating Monty but cheats on reader with Roxanne. They cry to Bonnie for comfort cuz he's sweet bunny but little does the reader know his idea so comfort is something else 👀. Monty catches them and is fumming cuz he knows Bonnie's been pinning for reader the whole time. Bunny boi looking at Monty while pounding reader like whatcha done do? 👀🐇👀

your prayers have been answered my sweet in this, reader calls bonnie thumper as a nickname. I will STAND WITH THAT HEAD CANON UNTIL I DIE.

GLAMROCK BONNIE x READER

tw: NSFW THEMES, cheating, mentions of panties for the feminine ppl, not read over it just finished it off this morning, mentions of vaginal parts

every day was getting more and more exhausting for you. Your pay check is slipping, your sink was leaking and your relationship was fading.

you would find yourself getting upset and just breaking down, the first person at your side would always be bonnie.

he would always hear to what you had to say, he gave great advice and if you need to cry in his embrace, hes happy to be there for you.

"its gonna be okay superstar, I promise" he held you and stroked your hair as you quietly sobbed into his bowling shirt.

"I-its not... hes going to leave me.. I-.. I just don't know what to do"

you knew deep down it was for the better. all monty ever did was insult you and ignore you. NOTHING about him screamed "caring" in any way.

"but... it'll be for the best." you stuttered, wiping your tears from your face.

you patted Bonnies leg and gave him a little smile, indicating it was time for you to finish on your check-ups with the other glamrocks. god how he loves that smile.

before you pulled the door he grabbed your waist from behind and hugged you.

"just one more before you leave, im gonna miss ya'" he said whilst resting his head into the dip of your neck.

"Awww, thumper. c'mere"

the large thump of the elevator hitting the floor woke you up from your thoughts. remembering you have to finish off the last of the glamrock checkups and then your free to roam around for a bit until opening.

your first stop was freddy;

freddy noticed your tear stained face and questioned you about it but after you said it was nothing, he didn't want to push you into telling him. so he stayed quiet until you finished.

"alright! all done. you seem to be operating fine."

you gave the brown bear a smile, closing his stomach hatch.

"I best be on my way now".

and with that, you made your way to Roxy's greenroom but to your surprise, she wasn't there.

"that's strange... maybe she's in her raceway. ill check it later"

you grabbed your tools and headed to your gators greenroom.

you where absolutely terrified, why wouldn't you be? he has a short temper and isn't really fond of you DESPITE you being his significant other.

as you where about to place your fist onto his door, you heard something.

"fuckkk..roxyy"

you heard grunts and several slurs mumbling all coming from monty's room.

you felt dread bubbling in the pit of your stomach.

without hesitation, you slammed the door open to reveal a heartbreaking scene.

"what. the. fuck" you dropped your bags to the floor and stood in shock.

"ah- shit babe! its not what it looks like!"

monty tried to cover Roxy whilst trying to put his pants back on, knocking over a few objects thrown across his room.

"oh so you weren't just balls fucking deep in Roxy then huh?! do you think im a fucking idiot?!" you frantically waved your arms around, your head raging at the thought of your best friend FUCKING your boyfriend.

"no I-"

"so this is why you where so distant from me. you where screwing around with her!" you cut him off.

monty was silent. he knew you where right and you could see it on his face

Roxanne stood up and moved towards you

"im sorry y/n-"

"I don't want to hear anything from you."

and with that you slammed the door shut, walking back to the elevator you came from. you where too distracted to go check on Chica or the others. you had one destination you where gonna go to and that was it.

you felt your anger slowly melt into sadness and the aching in your chest started to become more apparent. tears started to run down your face.

"shit.."

bonnie was sat on foxy's stage, head in his hands and dying of boredom.

"why didn't I just tell her, kiss her.. or DO ANYTHING! god she's gonna get played by that dick-"

"b-bonnie.."

his head instantly turned.

"o-oh my sweet thing, what happened?"

he quickly ran to your side, putting your head in his hands.

"monty he...he.. I think he grew fonder to Roxanne.."

bonnie gave you a sad look, cupping your cheek in his hand.

"aw darlin'... im sorry you had to see that"

his hands ran down to your waist, pulling you into his chest.

"its going to be alright, love"

you wiped you tears and sat down, putting you head into your hands. Bonnie lifted your face up to meet him, giving you a soft smirk.

"I can treat you better than he ever could, y'know?"

your eyes never left his, getting lost in the sight that was in front of you. you felt your insides bubbling in excitement.

you knew there was always something there between you two but you always thought it was a misunderstanding. but now you realise that hes always been the one there for you, always been the one to keep you company on lonely night shifts, always been the one to understand and listen to you, hes always been the one.

"do you want me to treat you better?" his hands slowly slid up your thighs, rubbing the inside of your legs.

"y-yes..please" you stuttered, you heart was beating so fast. you couldn't actually believe this was happening.

"atta' girl" he said with a soft melodic tone.

NSFW UNDER THE LINEEE

bonnie's hands started to wonder all over you whilst he kissed your neck, touching all of your sensitive parts.

he was a bit hesitant a first but the noises you made encouraged him to feel more.

His hands tugged at the waist line of your pants, eagerly wanting to see the beauty between your legs.

"you sure you want this sweetheart?" he gave you a look of concern, making sure that this was the right moment for you.

"I am positive my little thumper, you're too sweet"

his foot pounded lightly in the floor from the little nickname you gave him. he felt as if he was under your spell, no matter what, all he could think about was you.

he pulled your pants off, revealing the laced panties you wore.

his hand glided over the heat between your legs, feeling your wetness and admiring the state that you where in. the state he caused you to be in.

"my, my baby. you look so adorable" he purred, his head going closer to your lower regions

"and you're all mine"

he pulled you panties off, staring down your dripping mess between your legs. his hands caressed your inner thighs, making your heat throb in anticipation.

even in such a desperate situation, he still made you feel special. it still made your stomach bubble butterflies.

"please just fuck me bon... I need you"

That lit something in him. Within seconds he’s picking you up and placing you on top of his lap, kissing your shoulders whilst his hands roamed the bottom half of your body.

You’re body was warm, soft, his hands gave you such a euphoric feeling. You knew in that moment that he’s what you want, your face grew redder and your heart beat increased.

You felt him slowly lift up your body as you felt something poking at your puffy core. A few whimpers left your mouth as you felt him enter inside of you.

“Fuckk, hon…”

His voice sounded so melodic, filling your stomach with butterflies, making you feel as if you’re a teenager again with a high school crush.

Your head naturally fell onto Bonnies shoulder as he started to bounce you up and down on his cock. He was slow and passionate. Not rough or mean like Monty was.

Your hands wrapped around him as your mouth opened, letting out the sweetest of noises, sending him over the edge, he was loving every second of it and you could tell.

“..’feels so good Bon..”

He smiled, he loved hearing you, especially like this.

“I know sweets, let Bonnie take care of ya’”

And with that, you’re riding up and down on him, filling your senses with a euphoric pleasure as he fucked you right to the edge.

By this point your legs had started to shake, you was clearly close and he wanted to get you to finish, all he wanted was for you to feel good.

His hands move as he moves one of them to your lower back and the other one straight to your puffy clit. As soon as his fingers made contact, your head flung back as the overwhelming feeling whipped straight to your core.

“O-oh my goddd… Bon..’mgonna cum..”

You mumbled as your body grew limp.

“That’s it clover, feel good on me, please”

And with that, you both felt your gummy walls tighten around him. Your body heaved as your clenched your fists and screamed for him, gifting him a small smirk on his face.

He pulled you off of him, not caring that he hadn’t finished, more of that he needed to take care of you. Pulling you into his chest, he moved a strand of hair from your face. You smiled at him. God. He loved that smile.

“God.. be mine hon, please”.

Sorry for the fact that it was rushed, its 3:56 and I’m tryna get all my drafts finished and I know y’all are back on the FNAF band waggon again so why not throw a few out there for you guys, love ya <3

Also please give me more requests, I’ve got no inspiration 😭

#fnaf #fnaf security breach #fnaf x reader #fnaf monty x reader #fnaf x afab reader #fnafsb #fnaf Bonnie #fnaf Bonnie x reader #bonnie x reader #glamrock freddy x reader #fnaf glamrock bonnie #glamrock bonnie #glamrock bonnie x reader

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twogyuu · 5 months

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pairing: jeonghan x fem!reader (ft. friend!wonwoo)

genre: fluff, implied E2L, reader and wonwoo got some sibling energy going

warnings: profanity. wonwoo is annoyed!

wc: ~1k

a/n: roman empire - dis all u gotta know 🤡

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"Oh Wonwoo-"

Clack.

The sound of the plastic cup slick with condensation meeting the wooden table, splashing your sheets a little in the process, alerts you from your studies. You look up to find your friend annoyed - a bored, flat expression paints his face as his eyes bore into your skull.

Rather than seeking an answer from Wonwoo, you turned to look at your friend, silently asking why her boyfriend brought you coffee. In a small gesture, she shrugs and nods for you to ask him instead.

You point the tip of your pen towards the Iced Americano with a splash of almond milk and one pump of vanilla syrup sitting in front of you.

"Special delivery from your secret admirer-"

"You?" you cut him off early, rather loudly. "You have a girlfriend!"

"Not me, you dunce!" Wonwoo shoots back. With two fingers he thwacks your forehead. "Jeonghan - Yoon Jeonghan."

This elicits a cough from you out of shock. It takes you aback, stealing the insults you had on your tongue. Now, you only stare down the iced coffee like it's your worst enemy.

Should you drink it? What if he poisoned it?

As if on cue, Wonwoo sticks his hands into his jean pocket and reveals a pastel pink note, crumpled and covered in bits of lint.

"Oh and here," he tosses it in your direction, "I almost forgot to give this to you. I was supposed to stick it to the drink, but you know," he waves at the cup speckled in droplets of water. "Condensation."

There's a moment of hesitation that causes Wonwoo to snort and roll his eyes back. However, this prompts you finally reach for it and unfold the sticky note. Your friend leans over your shoulder to read it with you, or rather for you.

"A Yoon never breaks his promise?" she reads. "That sounds so . . . sinister."

Wonwoo shakes his head and smacks his forehead. "Oh my god - he's terrible."

"W-what?" you look up at Wonwoo, mouth parted like a guppy. On one hand, you're confused that Jeonghan actually went through with his threat. On the other hand, was it a really a threat then?

Dirty towel in hand, facing him, you recall your cheeks feeling hot at his confession. Alas, after all that has happened, you didn't want to accept it. How dare he confess to you like this? Catching you in between waiting tables, sweaty and covered in questionable stains when you were trying to work off your anger from him prior - was this romantic to him at all?

"I'll show you then," Jeonghan declared, tucking his hands into his sweatpant pockets. "If words won't do it, then let me show you just how serious I am about you."

"That's creepy - it's only cute if I like you in return," you shot back.

He smirked and leaned in closer to you, your noses nearly touching. "Oh, but I have a feeling that might just be the case - I just need to put enough pressure for you to crack."

"Do your worst," you muttered, turning away from him.

"You best believe I will."

Oh, he was so fucking evil.

"'A Lannister always pays his debts,'" Wonwoo quotes. "That's what he's referencing - Game of Thrones."

"Jeonghan watches Game of Thrones?" your friend ponders aloud, surprised.

"He doesn't," Wonwoo replies, then points at you. "But she does."

Your friend's hand flies to her mouth.

"Just what did you put in his drink the last time we came to the restaurant?" Wonwoo asks you, cocking a curious eyebrow.

"N-nothing!" you protest.

"Then, why are you stuttering?"

"I don't have perfect speech like some prick I know, okay?" you shove the iced coffee and note in Wonwoo's direction. "You drink it first. I don't trust it."

Wonwoo pushes it back. "I bought it, for your information."

"Why? Why'd you do it for him then?" you grumbled. "You didn't have to."

"Not when I didn't have a choice!" Wonwoo shouts. He shoves his phone in your face. "I've been harassed via text all morning and then physically tracked down, publicly humiliated with him on his knees right after my 8AM, just so I bought you this specific coffee order, which sounds disgusting by the way, and deliver this cliche note to you." Wonwoo shakes his head. "Now you tell me - what's going between you and Jeonghan?"

Hands covering your eyes, you groan. He's not even here and he's giving you a headache. "He's insufferable."

"No . . . " your friend pokes your side, she points at the library entrance and gulps. "I-I really think it's because of something else."

Peering through the window, Jeonghan's jumping and waving like a maniac, the most energetic you've ever seen him. He points at his phone, gesturing for you to answer his call.

"Hello?" you said slowly.

"Did I get it right?" Jeonghan's grinning widely now. "Iced Americano with a splash of oatmilk because you're lactose intolerant, and one pump of vanilla because you don't actually enjoy the bitterness of the espresso."

"That's fucking weird, Jeonghan," you mutter, "How'd you know?"

"Do you remember the day after championship party?" he asks. Your mouth falls agape once more at the memory.

It can't be. He couldn't have? Neither of you were in the right state of mind!

"Enjoy, love," he chuckles softly into the receiver. "I have to head to class and I should let you study - I'll see you around?"

"Yoon Jeonghan-"

"Don't miss me too much."

He clicks the call to an end, flashing you one of his glorious smiles once more before waving and taking off down the hallway.

You turn back to your friends, prepared with a slurry of words to defend yourself. However, Wonwoo beats you to it.

"This is going to be epic."

"No," you protest.

"You guys are so in love and in denial, it's gross."

#seventeen x reader #jeonghan x reader #jeonghan fluff #seventeen fluff #seventeen scenarios #jeonghan scenarios #twogyuu:writing

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k2padfoot · 3 months

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Perfect

Eddie Munson x Y/n

summary: when your mind is plagued by bad thoughts Eddie wants nothing more than to comfort and reassure you just how perfect you really are. best friends to lovers.

warnings: TW. body shaming, mentions of anorexia, smoking, self loathing, angst, hurt/comfort, fluff. SMUT!! (unprotected sex).

A/N: this fic is based on my own experience of skinny shaming. i don’t think a lot of people realize how hurtful it really is to be shamed in any way about your body. please be understanding and kind, all bodies are beautiful! also this is my first time writing smut so i hope y’all like it!!

“She’s so skinny it’s gross.”

“Look at her chicken legs.”

“Does she even eat anything?”

“She looks anorexic.”

“Isn’t she eighteen? She literally looks twelve.”

When your ears caught echo of the painful words from the girls behind you, you abandoned your lunch tray, it’s contents untouched on the table. A rush of emotion had you swiftly leaving the cafeteria, seeking solace beyond its walls.

It's not as if the whispers were unfamiliar to you. They’ve been a haunting refrain since childhood, but with the passing of time their intensity swelled, casting a darker shadow over you.

You harbored a self-loathing, a visual disdain to your own reflection, fueled by the relentless comparison to every other girl in school. Your legs seemed too slender, arms too skinny, lacking in curves, and a chest that barley made its presence known.

You found yourself walking into the woods and taking a seat at the aging picnic table nestled in the clearing. As you settled onto its weathered surface you allowed your head to fall into your hands while the tears began to flow.

The cascade of tears persisted, blurring your perception of the world around you, but the subtle sound of someone settling into the seat across from you reached your ears.

Aware that it was none other than your best friend, Eddie Munson, you didn’t have the courage to lift your gaze and meet his eyes.

You felt his comforting touch on your wrist as he delicately withdrew your trembling hands from your face, his voice laced with genuine concern, “What’s wrong sweetheart?”

Your gaze barley rose to meet his, and the tears that welled in your eyes tugged at the strings of Eddie’s heart.

A fractured sigh escaped your lips, “You know just the perfect little cheerleaders spitting insults at me like usual.” You remarked with a scoff, a touch of bitterness in your voice.

A wave of distress swept over Eddie, unsettled by your words. “I’m sorry sweetheart. They’re just a bunch of preppy assholes, I know how shitty it feels to be the focal point of their laughs but you don’t deserve that. How can I help?”

In the quiet recess of your mind you considered a little temporary solution. “Hmm, you got a joint on you by any chance?”

A sly grin splayed on his lips, “Of course I do.” He quickly reached into his backpack pulling one out and sparking the end, “Don’t go anywhere without one.” Your eyes were glued to his lips as he took the joint into his mouth and slowly exhaled the smoke.

You finally broke the unyielding hold of your gaze when Eddie passed you the joint, taking it in between your lips and drawing in the smoke, Eddie couldn’t help but stare at the way it left your lips.

After the joint was passed back and forth until it was no longer burning you began to gather your things.

“You going home?” Eddie asked as he started to get up from the table.

“Yeah, don’t really feel up to going back to class.” You said, following his actions standing up and swinging your bag over your shoulder.

“Okay, I’ll join you.”

A rough sigh left your lips, “No Eddie, you have to go back to class if you want to graduate this year. I’ll be fine, seriously don’t worry about it.”

Eddie was hesitant to leave, in all honesty he just wants to take you home and tell you how beautiful you are, but he knows he can’t. “If you’re sure.” He said.

“I am Eddie, I’ll see you later tonight okay? Now get back to class.” You teased and he nodded before turning around, reluctance lingering in his every step away from you.

Eddie Munson found himself entangled in an enchantment with you, a feeling reciprocated by your own infatuation of him. However, the unspoken truth hung in the air, an uncharted territory where vulnerability loomed, both fearing to confess thinking the other might not feel the same.

Eddie hurried out of Hellfire in anticipation to get to your house. It was a movie night just like every Friday night, and in the wake of todays events, Eddie felt an undeniable urge to make this night special for you. To get your mind off of the harsh realities of the day. So he stopped at the general store grabbing all of your favorite snacks and picked up one of your favorite horror films from family video, A Nightmare on Elm Street.

When Eddie pulled into your driveway he was confused to see no lights on, he knew your parents were out of town but not even your bedroom light was on. Eddie jumped out of the van and hurried to the door, he knew you were home because your car was in the driveway so with his hands full of snacks he knocked a few times.

After the fourth unanswered knock, he hesitated briefly before cautiously turning the doorknob, and to his surprise it was unlocked.

Venturing into the dimly lit living area, he called out your name, the echoes of his voice fading into an unsettling silence. He continued on through the house making his way upstairs to your bedroom. As he reached your bedroom, Eddie’s worry intensified at the absence of your presence.

In that moment a delicate murmur of hushed sniffles reached his ears coming from the direction of your bathroom.

As he got closer he could hear the sobs racking through your body resonating through the closed door like a haunted melody.

Slowly as to not startle you he eased the door open revealing a sight that sent a shiver through him. There you were, a fragile silhouette against the wall, your form cradled by the floor. Knees drawn close, hands entwined in strands of your hair, and your face pressed against the haven of your legs.

“Y-Y/n?” Eddie's voice, a gentle whisper, faltered as he knelt before you. "Sweetheart, I'm here.” He uttered, his warm hands finding solace on the curve of your knees.

At the sudden awareness of his presence, your head snapped upward, revealing your puffy red-rimmed eyes and tear stained cheeks. Your words struggled to escape, “Shit, I-I forgot you were coming over, I’m sorry.” A wave of guilt and embarrassment draped over you as you let your head fall back to your knees and your fingers grip into your hair.

“Princess, please stop pulling at that beautiful hair of yours.” Eddie’s gentle touch eased your hands from your head. “Can you look at me?” He whispered, delicately lifting your chin, his eyes searching the depths of your own.

“Talk to me sweetheart, tell me what’s bothering you.” His soft voice accompanied the feather-light dance of his thumb along the curve of your cheek.

A pause hung in the air as more tears fell from your eyes. “I-I hate my body. I hate the way I’m so fucking skinny compared to all the beautiful girls at school. I wish that I didn’t look like this, it’s disgusting!”

A heavy ache settled in his chest as he looked at you with sad eyes. “Don’t say that, you’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen Y/n.” His words softly spilled.

“W-What?”

He smiled gently, fingers softly sweeping to push aside a stray hair from your face, his touch lingering there for a moment. “Yeah, to me your perfect.”

Once more, you lowered your head, “Eddie—

“Stop, just listen to me for a second.” Again, he tenderly lifted your chin coaxing your eyes to meet his. “The first time I saw you, you took my breath away. Everything about you is so captivating, every facet of your being mesmerized me. From your striking eyes, to your infectious smile, the tiny little freckles like constellations on your skin. To the curves of your hips, and the shape of your thighs like a dance of contours, God you are just so beautiful Y/n.”

In that instant, your eyes welled up with tears stirred by his unexpected honesty. Caught in the shock of the moment, you instinctively surged forward bridging the gap as your lips met his in a tender, unexpected embrace.

Initially catching Eddie off guard, the awareness finally dawned on him that your lips had found his, instantly melting into the kiss. His hands ascended, gently cradling your face, while you fervently grasped at his soft locks. You both felt a whirlwind of sensations as neither of you had the intention to stop, yet the necessity for a breath of air became an undeniable plea.

As you reluctantly pulled away, a glistening thread of your mixed saliva separated your entwined lips. In that lingering moment you exchanged an intense gaze full of unspoken emotions.

“W-Wow, I’ve been waiting forever to do that.” He admitted, a warm smile splayed across his lips that was woven with threads of love.

You couldn’t help the flutter of butterflies in your stomach, and the undeniable love swelling within your chest. “Me too.”

“Good, I’ve always liked you I just didn’t want to ruin our friendship incase you didn’t feel the same way about me.” He told you.

You let out a light hearted giggle, “Well that’s ridiculous isn’t it, because I’ve had feelings for you for years now.”

A curious frown etched across his brow, “So you’re saying you could’ve been mine all along?”

“Yes, because I’ve always been yours Eddie. I think we’ve wasted some serious time tiptoeing around our feelings for each other.” You let out a playful laugh.

“Well we don’t have to waste time anymore, do we?” Eddie said, his lips turning into a cunning grin.

You had to squeeze your thighs together when your eyes caught the bulge forming in his jeans. “Well, I-I guess you’re right.”

He roughly planted his lips on yours in a needy manner, swiftly pulling you to your feet and tugging you flush against his chest. His hands were exploring all over your body as he gently guided you towards your bedroom.

He softly tossed you onto the bed before reconnecting your lips in a desperate manner. “So beautiful.” Eddie muttered between kisses before his lips trailed to your neck and then to your ear. When he placed a gentle bite to your ear a hushed moan escaped your lips.

After placing a few more marks on your neck he drew himself back, his hands reaching for the hem of your t-shirt.

“W-wait!” you hastily rose your voice.

Eddie’s eyes went wide with fear, “I-I’m sorry, did I do something wrong? Is this too much?”

“No! No, it’s just— I don’t want you to be disappointed.” A sad frown cast upon your face as you looked down to your hands.

“Disappointed? Baby I could never be disappointed by you. Please, let me show you how truly beautiful I think you are.” Eddie pleaded with you, his hands gliding softly up your arms until they reached your cheeks, gently cradling your face to meet his gaze.

You hesitated for a moment but you trust Eddie, and his earlier words echoed in the chambers of your mind reassuring your decision to trust him. “O-Okay, you can take it off.”

Gently Eddie pulled off your shirt and you instinctively wrapped your arms around your chest as to conceal yourself.

“Hey, don’t do that sweetheart, I want to see all of your beauty.” His gentle words resonated as he reached for your arms, slowly encouraging them away from the protective fortress of your chest.

“See, you’re gorgeous baby. Is it okay if I take this off?” He gestured to your lacy pink bra and you tentatively nodded.

The clasp of your bra broke free and Eddie took this chance to take the rest of it off, “Fuck.” He let out a hushed breath as he took in the sight of your bare chest. “So fucking perfect.” He muttered through sloppy kisses down your neck until he reached your breast. Without warning he took your nipple into his mouth and began swirling his tongue around it, earning a loud moan from you.

“Mmm, you sound so pretty baby.” Eddie groaned against your tits.

Through muffled moans you pushed Eddie off of your chest, “Eds, c-can you take your shirt off? I wanna see you too.” You practically begged.

Eddie grinned at your anticipation before throwing his shirt over his head and onto the floor. Your fingers ran across his exposed skin stopping to trace the tattoos adorning his chest. “You’re so pretty Eds.”

Immediately he closed the gap between you engulfing your lips into his with a hungry intent. Swiftly his hand slid into your shorts and found your clothed heat, he didn’t waste a minute before rubbing soft circles on your clit causing you to moan even more. “Eddie, please.” you plead against his lips.

“Shh princess, I wanna show you how pretty you are.” Before you could grasp any thoughts they were quickly swept away when he yanked down your shorts along with your panties earning a sultry gasp from your lips.

“Shit. You’re fucking unreal.” Eddie kneeled in front of you staring at you like a piece of art. He bent down planting tender kisses across the landscape of your stomach, continuing with equal devotion down to the curve of your hips. Delicate kisses lingered in the warmth between each thigh, “So, so beautiful.” He whispered with an unwavering devotion

You could feel your heat dripping in anticipation. In any other situation you would’ve halted any advance to get your shirt off, let alone your pants, but this was Eddie. Eddie, who was currently worshiping you as if you were a divine being.

“I’m gonna make you feel so good princess.” He uttered just before engulfing his face into your pussy. “Ahh, fuck Eddie!” you cried out between breathless moans, his tongue lapping at your clit like a starved animal.

“That feel good baby?” Eddie struggled to say with his mouth on your cunt.

“Fuck yes baby, keep going!” you shouted out in bliss.

A wave of confidence swept through him at the passionate sounds he was eliciting from you, compelling him to slip a finger into your entrance while he worked at your clit with his tongue.

Intense waves of pleasure began to consume your body as his fingers plunged in and out of your hole, finding yourself having no control you gripped onto Eddie’s hair, “I-I’m gonna, fuck I’m—

“Let go sweetheart, I’ve got you.” His words were enough to have your orgasm rushing through you as loud moans and Eddie’s name repeated like a mantra from your lips.

He quickly lapped up your juices, gazing at you with blown eyes before gently caressing his hands up and down the length of your legs. “Jesus, I love these gorgeous legs.” He uttered softly before trailing his hands up to your hips, delicately tracing them with the grace of his fingertips. “And these sexy hips.”

Before you knew it his hands were gliding up your stomach, ascending to your chest, only to stop with a gentle touch to your face. “Beautiful girl.” He whispered, allowing his thumb to tenderly stroke your cheek.

His sweet words stirred a spring of tears in your eyes, an irresistible surge of emotion that had you crashing your lips into his. Your lips worked in sync, tongues dancing in a fervent rhythm, creating a mess of wet kisses and the occasional collision of teeth.

“Eddie?” You pulled away from the kiss, “I want to feel you.”

Eddie could feel his cock angry against his jeans and he wanted nothing more than to give it to you and only you. He quickly jumped up, pulling his pants down along with his boxers before he reclaimed his position, settling once again atop you. In a breathy whisper, he spoke softly, his lips grazing yours, “You don’t have to tell me twice sweetheart.”

He took his cock in his hands and swiped it through your glistening folds a few times before slapping it against your clit. “Oohh, Eddie please.” You begged.

A content smile traced its way across his lips as he hovered above your entrance, leaning down to kiss you before sinking into your pussy. An audible gasp could be heard from your lips as his cock filled you up, “Fuck you’re so tight.” Eddie practically moaned into your mouth.

He was taking it slow, indulging in the warmth of your walls, but you reached a point where you couldn’t take it any longer. “Eddie fuck me, fuck me faster!” You practically yelled after parting your lips from his, and your legs wrapped around his back, a deliberate gesture to have him deeper inside of you.

Eddie reached his limit, unable to resit your desperate pleas for him, unable to resit the way your walls sucked him in. “Yeah? You want more?” He said, words laced with desire. You watched as he began to relentlessly thrust into you, the way his cock slid in out of your wet hole so easily had your head spinning, and his hands trailing all over your body earned more sinful moans from your mouth.

“Mmm, that’s it. You’re so fucking gorgeous Y/n.” He uttered before seizing your hips with a firm grip to draw you closer as he settled onto his knees, a new angle that had your eyes rolling into the back of your head.

With each rough thrust he skillfully targeted that sensitive spot you craved the most, you were seconds away from unraveling, that familiar euphoric wave rendering your brain with bliss and leaving you breathless. Your walls began clenching around him and he knew you were coming undone, “Cum for me baby, cum all over my cock.”

As your orgasm washed over you, you were a moaning mess unable to stop yourself from the cries and disarray of words leaving your lips. “Ahhh! Fuck, oh fuck Eddie I love you!”

Eddie’s thrust we’re starting to get sloppy as his own orgasm was approaching, “Say that again.” He muttered, grabbing your chin with a gentle but firm touch ensuring you were looking at him.

“I love you Eddie.” You repeated for him, and Eddie’s hips rutted into yours roughly.

“Ohhh fuck Y/n, I love you so much!” He practically cried out, his lips latching onto yours as his cock twitched inside of you, his warm release spilling into your pussy.

Through breathless pants and sloppy kisses, Eddie laid you back down on the bed and slowly eased out of you. “Let me go get something to clean you up.” He told you before darting to your the bathroom.

When he came back, a fresh towel in hand, he couldn’t help but smile at the way you looked so fucked out against the pillows.

“I’m just gonna clean you up quick.” He said and in response you mindlessly nodded as he gently wiped away your mixtures of cum.

After tossing the towel into the hamper, he leaned down to grab his discarded clothes when you protested. “No don’t, lay with me?”

The warm smile upon his lips illuminated the room as he gracefully joined you in bed. You gently raised your head, resting it upon his chest, as he nestled below you. His arms instinctively wrapping around you, legs entwined, a profound sense of comfort and familiarity enveloped you both, as if this was the missing piece, the way you were always meant to be.

Eddie’s fingers gently threaded through you hair, almost sending you into a soothing slumber when his voice gently interrupted your sleepy state.

“Can I ask you something?”

You blinked your tired eyes glancing upward at him,“Hmm? Yeah sure.”

Eddie’s voice carried a delicate hesitation, “Did you really mean that? You know when you said—

“When I said I love you? Yeah, I meant it.” You interrupted before he could finish.

Emotion quietly unfolded in the depths of his gaze, a softness reflecting in his eyes at your words. “Good, because I did too.”

A broad smile crept across your cheeks as you leaned in sealing the connection with a kiss, a kiss filled with not only passion but the language of love.

As Eddie gently withdrew, his gaze lingered in a tender lock with your eyes, “One more question, can I be your boyfriend?”

A fluttering storm of butterflies danced within the confines of your stomach as a delightful giggle escaped you, “Yes. Yes, yes, 1000x yes!” The sheer excitement had you throwing yourself into his arms as he embraced you with an even firmer grip.

You knew with Eddie by your side, the shadows of doubt would never cast themselves upon you again.

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bakugoushotwife · 7 months

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kinktober day seven: edging kink

>>> i can just see kento being such a punishing dom like i can't help it?? i really hope you guys r enjoying so far! this marks the first week of kinktober <3

>>> starring: kento nanami x curvy!fem!reader >>> cw: uh edging probably, possessive nanami, jealous nanami, he hates gojo lmao, one pussy slap, creampie, punishment. >>> wc: 2.8k >>> event masterlist

the way other sorcerers talked about nanami pissed him off. they always spoke about how boring and strict he was, so plain and simple. sometimes they even went so far as to question how he even managed to score you in the first place, much less keep you satisfied. how much more could you insult a man? sure, he kept to himself. he enjoyed keeping his private life private, and there was no harm in that. he found little reward in wearing his heart on his sleeve or bearing all that was important to him out in the open, considering that you were probably the only thing in that category anyway. his friends from school should find themselves grateful they even know about you, but to criticize the way he loves you? that’s intolerable.

if his friends or coworkers asked you about your relationship, you would gush for hours about how attentive he is, list all the ways he spoils you rotten, sing that you’re the luckiest girl in the world. not to mention your sex life, goodness—he was by far the best you’ve ever had. that’s the best part about a boring mask, looks can be oh so deceiving. nanami was insatiable, and he had so many different moods. he was skillful, tender, and loving always, but that comes across differently in missionary than it does with you bent over the kitchen counter, doesn’t it? your body just so happens to be the cure for all his ailments, any concerns or worries that plague him are usually abandoned once he crosses the threshold of his home to see your sweet smiling face happy to see him.

keyword being usually. today was especially bad. gojo’s insufferable as always, but now he even has yuji questioning him about you. all planned by the special grade sorcerer, no doubt, but still grating on his last nerves, nonetheless.

“i didn’t know you were dating l/n-sensei!” yuji says, walking alongside his favorite mentor. gojo trailed them, trying to contain his giggles as he watches nanami’s back straighten.

he sighs, adjusting his glasses up his nose a bit. “yes. she is my partner.” he says, letting his eyes slide to the side to examine itadori’s perplexed expression.

“but she’s so—”

“youthful, exuberant, charming and fun?” gojo interrupts as yuji struggles to find the words to explain his sensei-induced-confusion. itadori nods vigorously.

“yeah! and she just seems like the type to be adventurous! you guys make a funny pair i guess! i always thought l/n and gojo sensei would end up together!” yuji explains with his signature innocence, no idea how biting that sentence felt. meanwhile gojo just watched with a fiendishly satisfied smile, able to recognize the clenching of nanami’s jaw for the jealousy that it was. and yuji kept going. “they just seem so close! they always laugh at each other’s jokes and eat lunch together!”

kento’s brow drew up to his hairline at that, the infamous swells of envy stabbing deep in his chest. “oh? i had no idea they were such good friends. you know they say opposites attract. i suppose my maturity is what attracts her to me.”

he doesn’t fool anyone, not even himself. all he can think about is itadori’s words and the smug expression on gojo’s face when he looked at him. and as tender and loving as nanami is, nothing can calm the jealousy running through his veins. as soothing as your presence is, nothing can keep the anger off of his face when he enters his home.

your grin dissipates at the sight of his stoic irritation, and you wonder what could have happened at work today to garner this level of rage. he watches as you rise from the couch, where you already have your favorite show to watch together queued and waiting for him, no understanding of why he watched you like a predator. your smile is hesitant now, because you can read him so well and can tell he’s pissed. you approach anyway, taking his coat off with a peck to his cheek.

“rough day, my love?” you frown, hanging his coat on the hook. he debates on what to say in response. is he angry? of course. at you? moderately, but he knows it’s unreasonable. he knows you love him more than breathing, and he trusts you more than anyone on the planet. but, you also know better than anyone how much he disdains satoru gojo. he’s been a pain in his side since he can remember, and you have quite literally always known that. even in school, you would tease him over his annoyance over the sorcerer. it got worse whenever you started working at the school with gojo. nanami was sure the white-haired menace would flirt with you if only to get under his skin—not to mention the possibility of him actually wanting you for himself. but it wasn’t your fault. you couldn’t help the fact that you’re gorgeous and bubbly and wonderful and all those things gojo described you as. you also couldn’t help the fact that the special grade sorcerer was the only person around that could stir up nanami’s feelings of high school envy and inadequacy.

but you can help him get control back.

“go get in bed for me, darling.” he replies, the muscles in his jaw ticking with every passing second. he’s staring through you, in a mental place far away from here. you know better than to question that tone, and the heavy set of his brow coupled with the intensity swirling in his woodsy brown eyes has you nodding obediently. you walk towards your room, feeling his angry stare against your back the entire way. you wonder if this has something to do with you, given just how irritable your fiancé seems. still, you can’t deny the flicker of excitement shooting down your spine as you peel your clothes off. you can hear the click of his shoes approaching as you crawl rather provocatively onto the bed.

“itadori tells me you and gojo-san are so very close.” he says as he leans against the door way. he thinks it’s so cute how you wiggle your ass a bit to try and get out of the trouble you know is coming. gojo is a sensitive subject, and though you can’t see his face, you can tell by the tone of his voice that he is indeed sensitive about it. a slight fear creeps through your veins, but it tickles a dark corner in your brain.

“he’s mistaken.” you purr back easily, laying flat on your back to look at him. he’s absolutely brooding, those deep set brown eyes boring holes into yours. he’s roughly loosening his tie, a mockingly amused smile tugging at his tightly drawn lips. you look good enough to eat, and he certainly plans on it. your body is such a treat, all spread out with that deer in a headlights look on your face. he can’t wait to show you why gojo could never come close.

his brows inch upwards as he slips his tie off and starts working on the buttons of his shirt. typically, that would be your job, but this all played into nanami’s game. you’re already sucking in a deep breath at the sight of his toned and tanned physique, his dark blue button-up falling in a pile on the floor.

“is that so? gojo himself seemed amused by the notion.” he drawls, the smoothness of his deep tone so silken and even you almost forget the storm brewing in his gaze. you watch his deft hands move towards his belt, undoing it easily as he waits for your next rebuttal.

“we’re coworkers.” you enforce, looking at him with such surprise in your eyes. you knew kento had his issues with gojo, but you never thought he would seriously doubt you. “don’t be ridiculous, darling, please. you know how much i love you.”

“and you know how much i hate him.” he spits out in reply, dark clouds covering the room. you gulp in an effort to escape some of the tension, your mind caught in between genuine worry and the heat you feel licking up your body at his possessiveness. you’re struck silent by the weight in his voice, the near growl that comes out. he slides his pants and boxers down in the same push, his erection almost as angry as he is. your thighs start rubbing together automatically at the sight of him, he’s perfect. he’s long and curved, his hair perfectly trimmed to accentuate his pretty length. “yet i’m told you eat lunch together every day.”

there’s that tone again, that gruff snarl at you for playing right into the special grade’s hands—he’s warned you about this, about gojo’s manipulation. you shake your head in an effort of apology as at last, he pulls his glasses off and sets them carefully on the desk slowly to torture you with the sight of his god-like body.

“more like once a week–kento please, it’s not like that at all! we lesson plan! he’s just trying to get to you.” you assure, biting your lip to keep from pleading for his touch. you’ve been laying here neglected for ten minutes now, but begging could possibly only make it worse.

“it’s working.” he grumbles, his hateful stare making the desire multiply in your gut. he was always so tender and caring, but you had a feeling he would be anything but tonight. he sits at the edge of the bed and you subconsciously spread even wider for him. he rests his hand on your shin, rubbing rough circles on the flesh. nanami had to remind himself that you were his, and clearly you needed the reminder too. he lays flat on his stomach, aggressively keeping your legs parted. “always laughing together, hm? i hope you find this humorous, then, my love.”

you go to respond, to try and sing your innocence one last time, but your feisty lover’s wet tongue silences any protests as it glides through your folds to bump up against your nerve bundle. your legs jerk up a bit in surprise, but his harsh grip keeps them from reacting too violently. normally, between your legs is kento’s favorite place to be after a long day, the ambrosia taste of you was the cure to any and everything, even now, he moans out in satisfaction. this time though has a frenzy to it, his tongue flicking over your swelling clit as his fingers dig into the plush beneath him. he knows the grip will bruise, but he couldn’t be bothered to care all that much at the moment.

your hands fly to his honey locks, the feeling of his teeth grazing your need skillfully had the knot in your stomach coming loose with every passing second. he’s making animalistic noises as he devours you, the air quickly filled with the sounds of your meek pants. it’s so cute how you rut your hips into his face, desperately trying to chase your high. you’ve always been this way, so addicted to the feeling of his mouth on your sex that your body can’t help but beg for more. he can tell by the sounds that you’re making that you’re close, and he can’t help but grin to himself.

you tug on his hair a bit harder, your other hand fondling your chest. he’s hungry and rough as he nibbles and laps, and you know you won’t make it much longer. that is until he pulls away, looking stern when your eyes fly open to meet his. you’re pouting already, tugging his hair again. “baby, don’t be mean.”

he chuckles darkly at the whining, shaking his head. he likely won’t respond either, all part of the torture. you frown even deeper if possible, so annoyed with gojo right now that you may quit your job altogether.

“kento–” you chide, wanting to fight for your right to cum, but he interrupts you with a harsh slap to your cunt. it makes your body jolt forward and a little squeal tears out of your throat, the sweet pain making your mind a little dizzy. he sits up, tapping his length against your clit now. it still makes you jump a little every time, the hazy look in your eyes after just one denial was so sweet it almost had him rethinking the punishment altogether. “i’m sorry, he’s just my friend, i won’t even talk to him any—”

he stuffs his cock into you all at once, the burn and surprise making you gasp instead of finishing your sentence. his jaw is still hard set as he puts your knees over his shoulders, not caring about the vicious angle he makes while lifting your hips off the bed. he doesn’t want to hear any apologies, he doesn’t want you to make any promises, he just wants you to be so marked up and unable to walk when you see gojo tomorrow that no one ever questions him again. he plants his foot on the bed and starts driving into you, brutal and quick. his need to claim is obvious, he can’t stand that smug look on his fucking face ever, but especially not in regards to his woman.

you don’t even have the opportunity to scream, his pace so punishing you can’t form a thought to speak out anyway. it hurts so good, how heavy he feels inside you, the sting from him colliding with your cervix over and over until your eyes are scrunched closed in pleasure. your core burns again, your hole flutters around him so prettily he knows he’ll only be able to go through with this from sheer determination alone. he can tell you’re about to come undone again, the little pants coming from your lips and the way you claw at his forearms is all the evidence he needs. he draws out to the tip, stilling and watching with slight amusement as you whine and pout again, moving your hips in an effort to keep him going.

“so mean to me, baby..didn’t even do nothing, please!” you huff, frustrated with his relentless denial. he knows exactly how to drive you crazy, sending you spiraling quickly. perhaps this is what he needed, to control you utterly and completely, to make you plead for him. “please ken, just wanna feel good, just want my man to make me feel good, i’ll be so good for you, i promise, won’t even talk to him no more!”

he chuckles a bit, thrusting back in to stop your stupid babbling, as cute as it was. and yes, the begging was a slight boost to his ego. besides, you’ve almost learned your lesson, and he’ll need to let you cum for it to really sink in. he fucks you like he hates you again, turning you to your side, folding one leg over the other to make you his own personal pretzel. it lets him hit so deep you’re almost scared your organs will take permanent damage. you can’t hold back your wails, colorful orbs dancing across your vision as you mindlessly scratch at the headboard in front of you.

“if you want to cum at all, do it now.” he commands, the roughness in his voice may have been enough to bring on an orgasm all by itself, but you have no problem following his orders with the way he pounds you. you nod because it’s all you can bring yourself to do, squeezing down on him and coating him in all the pent up release you’ve been denied. he quietly groans, dick jumping until he covers your insides.

“oh darling, you can talk to him. in fact, i want you to. tomorrow, i want you to waddle into the teacher’s lounge and answer all of his questions.”

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Eddie Munson x cheerleader! Harrington! Reader, what if reader goes to The Hideout just to see Eddie playing, and Eddie doesn't know about this bc Reader is his best friend's "little" sister (she's 18). The night Eddie saw her there he was like what are you doing here? Does Steve knows you're here? And she tells him that she wanted to see him play. Reader goes every weekend to the Hideout just to spend time with Eddie until they end up hooking up. They try to act calm bc when Steve is around them that can't just act weird or suspicious, so they really try to act like nothing happened but Steve feels like something is going on between them and obviously they can't stop seeing each other, they start to see each other at Steve's back (or smth like that?) And then Steve finds them at Reader's room making out and he's like I knew something was going on with you two! (Like Eddie and Reader being in a secret relationship, I hope my request makes sense!)

So I combined both of these so I hope that's alright and both anons find this 🫶🏻 thank you for requesting and I hope you enjoy it

Love vs popularity

Y/N had a small secret that she didn't tell anyone, not her best friend, not her cheerleading team, and not her brother Steve. It was a secret that led to other secrets and she didn't want anyone to cause a domino effect.

But she had the biggest crush on Eddie Munson. His dark hair and eyes made her stomach flutter and his sexy smirk made her head spin. She's been skipping the weekend parties to sneak off to the hideout. She stayed in the back corner, not that anyone from school would be there anyway. But she had a guilty pleasure of watching Eddie perform. He had the rockstar look, and she gushed over it. She tried to make sure she wasn't seen, she'd feel embarrassed to know Eddie caught her.

~~~

Another weekend and another night Y/N was at the hideout. Eddie just finished his set, and she prepared to leave. She quickly finished the last sips of her drink and grabbed her purse.

She was feet away from the door when someone slid right in front of her. She looked up annoyed, ready to snap but the insult fell flat on her tongue. Instead of a drunk, she was face to face with a sweaty, panting, and smirking Eddie.

"Well well well, a Harrington? On this side of town? Why is that? Does your brother know you are here?" Eddie asked, a smirk still on his face but his tone was very curious.

"He doesn't," Y/N admitted nervously.

"Sneaking out then? Meeting a date here or something?" Eddie asked, his eyes checking her out. Slipping up her dress and sneakers.

Y/N felt butterflies in her stomach as he checked her out. She never thought she'd get to have a conversation with Eddie in the first place. So she wasn't going to waste her opportunity.

"I came here to see you play." A confident smile on her face as she gave him flirty eyes.

Eddie tried to fight off a smile as he bit his lip. Y/N Harrington snuck out of her preppy world to watch him play. His cheeks were hot and he began to sweat again. The tables turned and now he was the nervous one.

"Did you like the set?" He asked, she adored how hopeful his big puppy eyes were. Like what she thought was very important to him.

"I did! You get better and better. You play very well. And look incredibly attractive while doing it." She flirted, she figured she might as well. She had him nervous and blushing. She wasn't sure where the confidence came from but she hoped it wouldn't disappear with a snap of a finger.

"Oh, so you just check me out!" Eddie teased, laughing as he looked to the floor.

"I do, but I know a musician when I see one." She praised, smiling when he looked up with a smile of his own.

~~~

After that night, she continued to spend her weekend at the hideout. But this time, he joined her after the show. They sat in a back booth for hours until the bar closed.

She loved how easy it was for them to get along. And the way they flirted and sat closer each weekend that passed. She knew her crush on him was turning into something way more.

After a month of constantly flirting and talking, both craved more. Y/N couldn't remember who made the move, but it didn't take long for her to be on his lap with her tongue in his mouth. His hands gripped her ass as he leaned back against the booth. The lights were dark above them, keeping them hidden as they dry-humped each other. She felt on fire when she kissed him and his hands added more matches. Her skin burned with desire and she loved it. She'd never felt feelings like this before.

Once they had sex, more feelings got involved. Neither could forget how perfect their bodies fit together. Eddie couldn't shake off the feeling of her cunt around him and she couldn't shake off the feeling of him between her legs. They both admitted it wasn't a sleazy bar hookup. It was something they both wanted and wanted to do again and again.

Before they knew it, a relationship began.

~~~

Y/N's secrets added on another secret, a secret relationship. She was terrified of what Steve would think and say, and Eddie vowed to keep it a secret for her. He didn't want to put her in a rough situation. In a world of secrets, the hideout was the one place they got to just be a girlfriend and boyfriend. The band loved her and welcomed her. She even arrived before the set to spend more time with Eddie, then once the show was done he'd race through the crowd. He'd grab her hand and they'd go fuck in his van. Who would want to give that up for the truth?

Just like all the beginning of a relationship, they struggled to keep their hands to themselves. Y/N could feel her hands shake as she tried to hold back from caressing Eddie's skin as she talked to Steve. She cursed Eddie for standing right next to her. His cologne and cigarette smell filled her nose and she could feel her body craving him. But she couldn't do a thing, not with Steve around.

Y/N was thankful that Steve and Eddie were barely friends, only thrown together when the group was together. But the problem was, if Steve wasn't with her and the group, then he was alone at home with her.

Weeknights were the longest. She ached to have Eddie around and sometimes the weekend just felt too far. So Eddie snuck into her bedroom window. They kept it quiet and stuck to making out. He swallowed her moans and she felt that craving being fulfilled.

It was a success, Steve never knew. So of course, they did it again and again.

~~~

Steve had a weird gut feeling when he watched Eddie and Y/N interact. Steve wasn't a fan of Eddie, but he sucked it up for the sake of keeping peace in the group. And maybe he had a hint of jealousy of the way Dustin adored him.

Steve just couldn't help but see a certain glint in Eddie's eyes, a look that Steve knew too well. He swore he heard Y/N giggle at way too many jokes. Steve kept his eyes on them, hoping his glare scared Eddie off in a different direction.

~~~

"Do you think he can tell?" Eddie asked, slightly nervous as he sat on Y/N's bed. She sat in his lap, her lips on his neck as Eddie talked.

"No way," Y/N said, she had no belief Steve had any idea of what was going on. Not like he paid attention to her life.

Eddie let the thought go, attaching his lips to hers as he held the back of her head. Y/N felt her brain shut off as his warm tongue worked against hers. Her hips slightly shifted against his thigh as she whined into his mouth.

"WHAT THE HELL!"

Y/N immediately scrambled off of Eddie's lap, standing in between Steve and Eddie. Eddie had fear in his eyes, reaching forward to touch a part of Y/N's skin. His fingers rested against the back of her thigh to calm his nerves.

"STOP TOUCHING HER!" Steve yelled, his eyes were filled with rage. A rage Y/N barely saw.

"It calms him down! Eddie, you're fine." She reassured him, her hand reaching behind to grasp his.

"Just calm down and we can talk about this!" Y/N said calmly.

"Talk? What the fuck is there to talk about? There is no way you are messing around with a guy like him!" Steve argued, his hands on his hips as he let his tongue race off with venom.

"I'm not messing around! He's my boyfriend, Steve. And we've been together for months. I'm sorry that it was behind your back, but I'm not sorry for being with him. And don't say a guy like him, there's nothing bad about him. He's a great guy and you'd know that if you gave him a chance!" Y/N argued, Eddie squeezed her hand and she took a deep breath.

"No! No! No way. You are not dating him. Do you have any idea what that could do to my reputation? My little sister dating the fucking freak of Hawkins! Are you kidding me? There's tons of other guys you can pick from!" Steve said and Y/N knew she shouldn't have been surprised by it. But she couldn't help but be shocked. He truly admitted he only cared about how she made him look.

"Look Steve," Eddie tried as he stood up, but Y/N's rage beat him to it.

"Fuck you! Do you think you're some king of high school? Your girlfriend dumped your ass and I can see why. Look at you! You are so focused on being popular that you can't see the real people from the fakes. I'm your sister and I wish you could be happy for me. He's not a freak, he's a gentleman and he treats me so well. Look at how he is with the group, everyone loves him except you. He's not the problem, you are. Is your reputation more important than your sister?" She asked for an answer she knew. But she hoped with everything in her, with any love he had for her, he'd say no.

"Yes." He said without missing a beat. "And I will not accept this relationship. You can't be seen with him."

"I HATE YOU!" she screamed, running forward to smack her fists against his chest but Eddie was quick to hold her back. "YOU CAN'T LET ME EVER BE HAPPY. NO ONE DOES. ITS ALWAYS ABOUT PERFECT LITTLE STEVE! MOM AND DAD LIVE THROUGH YOU, AND I CAN'T EVEN BE IN LOVE WITHOUT YOU MAKING IT ABOUT YOU! "

"Baby, calm down." Eddie tried to whisper against her ear, his arms tight around her as she struggled to get free.

"MAYBE IF YOU WEREN'T SUCH A DISAPPOINTMENT, MOM AND DAD WOULD HAVE SOMETHING TO BE PROUD OF YOU FOR. MAYBE IF YOU DIDN'T SLEEP WITH THE FIRST GUY THAT GAVE YOU ATTENTION, YOU WOULDN'T BE WITH HIM! YOU'D BE WITH SOMEONE PEOPLE APPROVE OF!" Steve yelled back. Once the words left his mouth, he knew how badly he fucked up. But his pride was too important. He ignored the tears that began to fill her eyes and the way her body froze in Eddie's grip. While he still had the last word, he slammed her door and left.

"Shh, it's okay." Eddie cooed as he turned her around and let her cry into his chest. He kept his arms wrapped around her and slowly rocked them. His hands ran up and down her back as she sobbed into his chest.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry he spoke poorly of you." She cried, the guilt of knowing her brother added salt to Eddie's wounds.

"Nothing to apologize for. Everyone has opinions on me, but yours is the only one I care about." He promised, a soft kiss on her forehead.

"Well I love you and I don't care what he thinks. I'm going to be with you and be happy." She made a promise to him and herself. She wasn't going to let Steve ruin this.

~~~

Y/N tried to ignore the uncomfortable tension between her and Steve. She hadn't spoken a word to him since the blowout with Eddie. His reaction made her even more scared to tell her parents.

Eddie and Y/N weren't a secret anymore in school. She soaked in every moment she had with him and loved not having to hide at the hideout. She still went every weekend, Steve would ask where she was going but she wasn't done with the silent treatment. She didn't want to speak to him until he apologized for all the pain he caused.

~~~

Eddie hated seeing Y/N being so torn apart by Steve. He knew their relationship wasn't that close with Steve being the gold star child, but he hated being the reason it turned even more sour.

While Y/N was at cheer practice, Eddie went over to talk to Steve. He wasn't sure if it was a good idea or not, but he'd do whatever he could to save the relationship. He knew Steve's opinion mattered to Y/N, she wanted his approval and support from him more than she ever did with her parents.

Eddie knocked on the door, rocking on his boots as he waited.

"She's not here," Steve said, slamming the door but Eddie's hand caught it.

"Here to talk to you. I'm a good boyfriend, I know she's at practice until five, then dinner with the team until seven. Gives me many hours to talk to you." Eddie said with a smile, pushing the door open and letting himself in.

"Come on in, I guess." Steve scoffed. His arms crossed as he waited for Eddie to speak.

"I know I'm not the rich and flashy type. I'm nowhere near the type of guy you bring home to impress. I'm the type you bring home as a fuck you to dads. I know that about me, but Y/N sees something different. I have no idea what I did in the world to be blessed with her and the love she has for me. I know I don't deserve it. I know she has so much potential, and she could end up with a big shot that can buy her everything she dreams of. But I can promise you, no big shot will ever love her the way I do. I love her with every part of me, and I've always tried to make her happy and I'll always try. I know getting your blessing doesn't mean shit to me, no offense. But it does to her. She looks up to you, Steve. She doesn't get anything from your parents, she counts on getting it from you. I'm not here to push you to accept our relationship. I'm here to hopefully push you towards apologizing and making this up to her. Don't make her have no one at home, she already doesn't have parents, don't make her lose her brother too." Eddie said, leaving Steve alone with his long speech as he walked out the door.

Steve kicked the door as he let out his frustrations. How did he let himself become such an asshole? He lost Nancy because all he cared about was popularity, and he didn't learn his lesson. Now he's seconds away from losing his sister, the one relationship that had unconditional love.

~~~

It was Friday night and Steve was waiting for Y/N to come back home. He wasn't sure what she did on weekends but he assumed it was with Eddie.

She walked in with Eddie behind her, her smile dropped when she made eye contact with her brother.

"Hey, can we talk? In private?" Steve asked, nervously rubbing his hands as he looked between her and Eddie.

"No." She said, she went to walk upstairs but Eddie grabbed her hand and gently stopped her. She looked at him confused and tried to tug him up.

"Talk to him, baby." He said softly, "It'll be good for you. I'll wait in your room." He added with a soft peck to her lips. Y/N sighed and turned around to face Steve.

"Let me start with I'm sorry. I was a total asshole and a shitty brother. I talked with Eddie and he made me realize some things."

"You talked to Eddie?"

"Well, more like he chewed my ass out, and honestly? He's way more intelligent than I gave him credit for. I'm sorry for not giving him a chance, and I'm sorry I never gave you a chance." Steve apologized.

"Thank you, he deserves more credit." She said, her arms wrapped around herself for comfort.

"You both opened my eyes to a lot. I know Mom and Dad are tough, and that means I should have been a safety net for you. I know what it's like to come home to a place that doesn't feel like home, and I'm sorry I added to that. I'm sorry for those horrible things I said, and they aren't true. I wish I could take them back and erase the pain I caused. Eddie, he's a good guy and I can see you love him. And I can see he loves you. Even though you don't need it, you have my blessing."

Steve was caught off guard when Y/N threw her arms around him in a bone-crushing hug. He could feel her tears soaking into his shirt as he hugged her back.

"Thank you." She whispered

"Things I should have said a long time ago," Steve said as he pulled back from the hug, his eyes wet.

"He's good for you. I'll back you up when you tell Mom and Dad." Steve promised

"Thank you, I'm very nervous." She laughed nervously as she tugged on her clothes.

"Fuck them, they don't know anything anyway." Steve joked, brushing them off.

"Do we need a referee or a celebration?" Eddie asked as he walked down the stairs.

"All good here, man. Thanks for taking care of her." Steve said, reaching out his hand. Eddie smiled and shook his hand.

"Pleasure is all mine." He said, ruffling Y/N's hair as she groaned.

"And just please, don't like to make out in front of me or you know what when I'm around," Steve said as he cringed.

"Fair enough." Y/N laughed

Y/N and Eddie walked back up to her bedroom, Eddie turned around to give Steve one last look.

"Thank you" Steve mouthed

Eddie gave him a nod and wink. Turns out the king of Hawkins could be friends with Eddie.

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HOMES NOT HOME

PAIRING ➩ jay x reader

SUMMARY ➩ recently smitten with the most popular guy on campus, park sunghoon, you’re struck with the rumor that he only likes girls with experience. your only option is to ask your best friend for help.

WARNINGS ➩ smut and uhh i can’t remember honestly lol nothing crazy

WC ➩ 15.7k

AUTHORS NOTE ➩ loosely based and named after this song so listen if you’d like. my mental health has been bad so this isn’t proofread AT ALL and it was written in tiny fragments over the week instead of my normal one sitting so sorry if it’s not consistent or choppy

“I need you to have sex with me.”

You were stating it casually as you crossed through the threshold of your best friends apartment, using your copy of the key to let yourself in and throwing your bag loosely on the couch before attacking him with the direct statement.

He was sitting at his desk and you watched him impatiently as he slowly turned his chair in your direction, pushing his glasses off his nose and onto his head as he stared at you with a bored expression.

“What the hell are you talking about?” He was asking you in his usual steady tone and you let out a groan before approaching him dramatically and dropping to your knees in front of his spinning chair.

TWO HOURS EARLIER

“Wait.. are you serious?” Your head was picking up at the sound of your friends confused voice, falling into a disbelieving laugh that caused you to send her a sharp glare and move your hair out of your face.

“What’s so funny about that?” You were spitting at her in frustration, having just confessed to her your undying crush on a boy at your school. You’d dramatically slammed your head down onto the table afterwards and only lifted it back up when you heard her insulting tone.

“You are so not Sunghoon’s type.” Yuna was shaking her head and casually scrolling through her phone as she broke the news to you, not even bothering to let you down gently or pay you a second of attention.

She wasn’t necessarily trying to be rude, she was simply just used to your antics and impulsive behavior. When you’d approached the table in anguish citing that you were in an unrequited love with a member of the biggest frat on campus, she’d automatically knew you were in one of your erratic moods.

“What’s his type then?” You were piqued with interest and scooting forward in anticipation for her answer, your butt leaving the seat as your elbows slide across the table and you were leaned on top of it.

“I don’t know… girls like him I guess.” She shrugged softly and finally glanced over her glass screen to look at you as she delivered the final blow. “Girls with experience.”

Jay was staring down at you from where he was sat at his chair, his face unchanging as you clutched onto his knee and dramatically retold the story that had led you to making such a ridiculous request when you walked through the door. He was more used to your behavior than anybody else and had the knowledge and experience to not take you seriously.

“And what does this have to do with me exactly?” He was sighing and your mouth parted in disbelief, genuinely not understanding how he wasn’t getting where you were coming from.

“Are you kidding me? Dude we’ve been friends since like… forever. Who else would I do it with?” You were sitting back on the carpet now that you could tell he wasn’t going to budge, leaning back on your palms and still sitting at his feet.

The phrase to describe the duration of your friendship, wasn’t one of your exaggerations. You’d actually been friends for as long as you can remember and the two of you had never been separated since meeting, becoming quickly known as a solid unit and never being seen without the other.

It slowed down as you got older and gained your own personalities and hobbies, surprisingly opposites considering you’d spend all of your developmental years together but it never put much of a hinderance on your friendship. Jay kept you steady and grounded when you were close to bouncing off the walls and you made sure he didn’t rot away in his apartment having no social life.

“Plus, you’ve been with girls haven’t you?” You were asking him slowly and he just stared at you in response, sighing softly when your mouth curled into a knowing smile and you sat back up on your knees.

“Why do you want to be with a douchebag like Park Sunghoon anyways?” He was looking away from you as he said it, looking only slightly flushed at your sitting position before he was diverting his attention back to the laptop on the desk in front of him.

“He’s not that bad. He’s way better than the last few guys.” You were trying to justify your taste but you could see him rolling his eyes, knowing that your standards were extremely low and it didn’t take a lot to be better than your exes.

You were sighing softly and standing up off the floor, making your way across the room and flopping down on his bed with a flair of dramatics. You landed on your stomach but you looked back over your shoulder to see if he was watching you and your antics, smiling softly when you saw that he was, out of the corner of his eye.

“Fine, since you don’t want to do it I’ll just have to find somebody else.” You made sure to keep your voice extra disappointed and dramatic and you heard him let out a small scoff at your exaggeration. “I’ll just ask that Jeongguk guy from the arts department, you know the one who keeps making passes at me every party.”

You glanced back over at him and couldn’t help the laugh that escaped from your lips when you saw the annoyed expression on his face. He was wheeling the chair closer to the bed and sighing again, taking his glasses off of his forehead so he could run his hands through his hair.

“Wouldn’t it be too weird?” He was asking and you were sitting back up in anticipation now that he was asking questions, possibly interested in accepting your proposal. “I mean.. are you even attracted to me?”

Your mouth was falling open slightly as you stared at him in disbelief, leaning forward slightly to see if he was being serious before you were frowning at him. “Are you being serious right now?”

He didn’t say anything and he didn’t need to, knowing that you knew he was always serious, almost painfully so sometimes. He was watching you as you scooted forward so you were closer to the edge of the bed and by default closer to where he had pulled the chair up to, looking into his eyes earnestly as you dropped the worlds most awkward truth bomb on him.

“Jay. You’re like… sexy.” You were telling him in a flat voice and he could tell you were being serious but he couldn’t help the laugh that burst out of him at your sincere tone and the frown that only deepened when he chuckled at you.

“Okay fine, so when would we do this?” He was asking and you gasped with excitement, sitting up fully and throwing yourself onto his lap so you could wrap your arms around him in thanks, squealing slightly when the chair spun around at the sudden collision and nearly tipped the both of you over onto the floor.

You’d left his apartment with the promise to return the next night for your first lessons, thanking him with a big grin and failing to notice the apprehension he had in his eyes when he gave you a half smile back before closing his door.

——

Never in your entire life had you felt nervous to see your bestfriend. Not even after you’d gotten your period for the first time in gym class and everybody had laughed and pointed, not when your parents had first started to talk about divorce and you had to go and stay with him and his mom for a few days and not even when you’d gotten totally dumped right before prom night and showed up at his door in your dress with makeup running down your face.

You’d never been hesitant to raise your hand to knock on his door, cringing after you did so and the foreign noise rang far too loud, remembering suddenly that you had your own key and typically would just let yourself in.

Still, you waited for him to come open the door and you scowled at yourself when you instinctively flattened your hair and tried to lean against the door in a semi seductive way. He was swinging the door open with a raised eyebrow before you had the chance to stand upright and amusement paused over his features as he looked at you.

“Are you trying to rob me or something?” He was asking and you swiftly were reminded of who you were here to see, your shoulders losing tension as you pushed past him into the room.

“I was trying to be sexy dickhead.” You were complaining to him and you tried not to feel nervous again as you sat down on his bed, glancing at him to see him watching you from over by the couch. “So how do we do this?”

He was shrugging softly after a few seconds but still approaching you and also sitting on the bed, a normal distance away from you but for some reason it felt both too close and too far away. You were reminded why you hadn’t lost your virginity yet despite the overwhelming desire to, freezing up and becoming awkward whenever you entered a situation that could potentially lead to it.

“First, you’ve gotta relax dude.” He was sighing and you look over at him with a frown, not surprised that he had immediately clocked your hesitation. “It’s just me.”

This fact did little to help you now that you thought about it. You’d immediately came to him because he was your other half and there was no way you’d ever find somebody you were more comfortable being vulnerable with but you hadn’t considered the fact you’d actually have to have sex with him to have sex with him.

Jay was attractive, something you’ve always known and never bothered to deny despite not outwardly announcing it. You listened bitterly to your other friends gossip and gush about him once you entered high school and he hit puberty, growing rapidly in height and his features sharpening.

It only worsened when he became obsessed with going to the gym after school and wearing clothes that showed off his arms even when it was cold outside.

You were filled with a weird sense of pride that he had chosen to be your best friend even throughout his growing popularity, denying dates with beautiful girls if the two of you already had plans and never paying any mind to the way your friends would throw themselves at him every time you managed to drag him out to parties with you.

Yet you’d never thought of him in that way, despite your moms always talking about how the two of you were destined to be married and how most guys you encountered told you that they’d just assumed Jay was your boyfriend and never bothered to try and flirt with you because of that.

“We should probably kiss each other.” You were suddenly blurting out and his face instinctively scrunched up at the suggestion, causing you to sigh softly and look at him in bewilderment. “We can’t have sex and not kiss, that’s super weird.”

“I know I know.” He was telling you and he was sitting up from where he’d been leaned against the headboard and you flushed now that he was closer to you, feeling weird that his presence was causing that within this specific context.

You’d kissed Jay before, quite a few times but it was never anything more than quick press of your lips or a peck that you immediately recoiled from. He’d actually been your first kiss, surging forward during a spin the bottle game in middle school before anybody else got the chance and you had thanked him with ice cream later that night for saving your virgin lips from one of the creepy older boys eyeing you.

That was just Jay, the most selfless and caring best friend you could ever imagine and you felt lucky every time he was doing you a ridiculous favor at 4am after you’d awaken him from his deep sleep.

Another reason why you hadn’t hesitated in asking him to help you with this although now you were slightly regretting it and not the biggest fan of how quick he was to accept anything you wished for. He was eyeing you curiously and you knew he had sensed your hesitance, making you worried that he would back out under the impression you didn’t actually want this to happen.

You were moving closer to him before he could do so and his eyes widened for a second at your sudden close proximity before his eyes were falling down to your lips and then back up again like he was asking for permission.

You nodded softly but you still weren’t prepared for the way his hand came up to cup the side of your face gently, helping you meet him halfway into a kiss and you tensed up at the contact. He pulled back for a second after barely touching your lips, waiting for you to loosen up and when your shoulders were dropping and you pushed forward again he finally moved more.

The first thing you noticed was that Jay was a good kisser. He was moving against you slowly but you could tell he was taking it easy on you, his thumb swiping along your cheek to keep your anxiety calm and if you didn’t know any better you’d think this wasn’t a big deal at all to him. But you did know better, in fact you knew best, and you could tell he was equally as nervous as you were judging by the way his eyes darted around your face every time he pulled back to make sure it was still okay.

“Can I try more?” He was rasping out to you and your stomach tightened at the sound of his voice. You thought you’d heard all of his voices, having heard him angry and yelling or upset with his voice cracking around words before fading out into a low whisper but you’d never heard it like this before.

You didn’t even think before nodding your head, leaning towards him again in a daze and ignoring the soft laugh he let out as your lips connected once more. He was kissing you the same as before, slow and patient so he didn’t push your limits and you were growing slightly impatient until you felt his tongue swipe across your lower lip.

Your mouth parted in a surprised gasp but he seemed to take this as an invitation, slipping it into your mouth and you squirmed at the feeling of him licking into the kiss. You shifted forward towards him instinctively on the bed and you felt your knee collide with his, ignoring it in favor of pushing your own tongue against his and listening to the small groan that slipped out of his mouth.

“Is it okay?” He was barely pulling back to ask and you were still trying to move closer to him as he spoke, making the words muffled as he ignored your desperation. You were nodding as an answer to him and he seemed pleased by your confirmation before remembering he was meant to be teaching you. “Try sucking on it a little.”

Your eyes widened at his suggestion and you stopped trying to kiss him so you could stare up at him in confusion, watching in amusement as his ears turned slightly red and he looked something close to bashful for suggesting it.

“Does that make you feel good?” You were whispering to him, speaking for the first time since this started and his eyes shot back down to your lips now that they were moving.

“I-I mean.. I think most guys would like it.” He was trying to justify his reasoning for suggesting something so specific but he could tell by your smile that was slowly growing that you were just messing with him, sighing softly before leaning into you again to reconnect the kiss.

Despite you making fun of him, you still were nervous to test out what he had suggested and you were grateful that he started off slow again and didn’t immediately stick his tongue down your throat. He kissed you gently for almost too long and you decided to act before he did, parting his lips slightly and deepening it yourself. He hummed in approval and your face flushed red at the small noise, fighting the urge to retreat and hide your face from him.

You could feel him take a deep breath when you were hesitantly sucking his tongue into your mouth, twisting your head sideways so you could take it deeper and pull back and forth along it.

His hand was shooting to your knee and gripping it tightly at the feeling, giving you a warning to stop that you quickly ignored. You never thought that kissing Jay would feel so good, leave you shuffling forward into his touch on your leg and desperately kissing him continuously to ensure he wouldn’t stop.

He was making another low sound into your mouth and only then did you pull off for a second, breathing heavily and staring at him with hooded eyes. He held your stare for a few seconds before he was looking away suddenly, his expression not giving anything away but you could tell he was starting to overthink about the whole situation.

“Is it too weird?” You were asking him and he glanced over at you at the sound of your breathy voice, eyes shooting down to your swollen lips and then back to his hand that was still on your knee.

He removed it and you weirdly felt a pang of disappointment at the movement, scooting closer to him on the bed and leaning forward slightly into his line of vision so he had no choice but to give his attention to you. His expression was neutral again when he looked at you and you found yourself cursing the fact your bestfriend was so stoic.

“I think we should stop here for the day.” He was telling you in a calm voice and your mouth fell into a pout of disappointment without you even realizing it, only noticing it when his eyes went back to your lips and stayed there when he saw the way they were jutted out.

“We barely even did anything.” You weren’t embarrassed by the childish whine slipping into your tone, knowing perfectly well what typically got Jay to succumb to your wants and you could tell he was weak spirited in his attempt to stop early by the way he sighed softly and continued to stare at you in contemplation.

“What else did you want to do?” His question was making you freeze up, not expecting the control to be handed over to you and you instinctively shrugged as the familiar nerves crept back up.

He quickly picked up on your body language and the fact you didn’t want to be the one in charge of making the decisions, sensing the panic building inside you at his lack of control and he shifted on the bed before sighing once again and shaking his head to himself in disbelief. You watched him as he leaned back up against the headboard, his legs spread out in front of him and your eyes widened slightly when he was patting his lap expectantly.

“You always sit on my lap, don’t overthink it.” He was instructing you when you he saw your facial expression and you nodded softly before you were scooting forward and situating yourself sideways on his lap, directly on top of his thighs and holding onto his shoulders so you didn’t lose your balance.

He was right, you did often sit on his lap even when he groaned and told you to get off and you rarely thought twice about doing the action but you didn’t ever sit in his lap with this weird energy in the room. And you definitely never sat in his lap and leaned down to kiss him again like you were now, moving without realizing but you were grateful that he was quickly kissing you back without any hesitation now and you could feel his hand laying over your own legs to hold your waist and keep you steady.

You were slightly above him in the new position so he had to crane his neck to meet with your lips and you could feel his jaw tensing under where your hand was moving to, holding his face gently and kissing him deeper.

His hand was tightening when you shifted in place uncomfortably and you pulled out of the kiss to glance at him, seeing his awkward expression for just a second before your eyes were falling down to where you were sat against him. You shifted again experimentally and he let out a low groan, squeezing your waist almost painfully on reflex and your lips curled back into a smile.

“Cut it out.” He was squeezing out the words in a wince and you ignored him, shifting your hips over his again and feeling him lift his fingers to swat at your skin where your shirt had ridden up. “I said cut it out dickhead.”

“Can’t you at least pretend we are doing this for real?” You were stopping in your movements to pout down at him, your hand leaving his face and instead brushing through his hair gently. He was watching you with an annoyed expression but you knew it wasn’t sincere. “Try dirty talking to me or something.”

He snorted out a laugh of disbelief and shook his head, denying your request even when your pout deepened and you huffed in disappointment. You were a bit confused within yourself at your own request, not necessarily needing practice in that department but for some reason you wanted to hear his voice more while you were doing this.

“I’m not going to dirty talk.” He was denying even harder, seemingly genuinely flabbergasted that you were asking him to do that and you sighed softly.

“At least say something nice, call me pretty or something.” Your hands were running through his hair as you spoke and he lost his amused expression after a few seconds, staring at you as he processed your words and instinctively leaning closer to your touch.

He was kissing you again then and you were throw off by how familiar it felt, how easy it was for you to immediately move against him like this was something you’d been doing for years. It felt different now that his hands were touching you, squeezing your lower back so you were leaning forward towards his chest and still using your hands in his hair to tilt his head back and give you more access.

“You know you’re pretty.” He was breathing out the words into your mouth and you smiled into the kiss, deepening it again once more before you were pulling back a bit to respond to him.

“So pretty it makes you crazy?” Your voice was teasing again and his eyes flashed with a glint of something you didn’t recognize, watching you in a way that would’ve made you squirm if it was anybody else.

But it wasn’t anybody else, it was him and because it was him you were able to laugh softly before wrapping your arms around his neck and laying your head on his shoulder, grateful when he took the hint that you were done for now and leaned further into the headboard so you could both lay down with you still in his lap.

You tried not to think about the fact you could taste Jay on your lips still or the low noises that were pulled out of him just a few minutes ago, instead just laying there with him and hoping you wouldn’t regret this.

——

After you’d left his apartment you didn’t see Jay for the next two days. It wasn’t extremely rare that you were apart that long but it was right around the amount of time where you’d start to get antsy and miss being in his comforting presence, always finding a natural relaxer in him and his calm personality so you didn’t think twice before you were heading over to his place after your final class for the day.

You were skipping a step at a time as you made your way up to his apartment floor, passing through the outside walkway and the other residents tables and children’s toys with familiarity and ease.

Your fingers were reaching down into your bag in search of your key, adorned on the keychain that contained a polaroid of the two of you from high school also attached. Your search slowed to a stop when you rounded the last corner and saw that his door was already open, eyebrows furrowing at the fact he was standing in the doorway and smiling as he talked to a girl standing against the outside railing.

She was grinning back at him, flicking her hair back over her shoulder and your eyes narrowed at the way she laughed loudly and leaned forward to push against his arm teasingly.

Jay was extremely nice with an overload of manners and gentle acts of kindness but he definitely wasn’t the most social person you knew and you rarely saw him interacting with people outside of you and a few boys he’d met at work. You absolutely didn’t recognize her and you were certain you’d never seen her before, even more so when he was catching sight of you out of the corner of his eye and you saw them widen slightly.

She was noticing that he was distracted and following his line of sight, mouth pursing in confusion when she saw you and your pointed glare.

It made you feel worse that she clearly had no idea who you were, extremely unnerved at the idea of somebody knowing Jay yet never hearing of you and you didn’t care about the weird way your stomach turned when he cleared his throat to bring her attention back towards him.

She glanced over at you once more before looking back at him and your scowl deepened when she automatically was falling into that smile again, flirty and seductive as she titled her head slightly. You watched as he gave her a small wave goodbye after saying something you couldn’t hear and you didn’t bother turning your body when she walked past, leaving her to awkwardly squeeze past you.

Jay was watching the exchange and sighed softly when he saw your dark expression, turning around and heading back into his apartment but leaving the door open so you could follow.

“Who was that?” You were demanding as you stormed through, setting your bag down on the kitchen counter and turning towards where he was situating himself down on the couch.

“New hire at work.” He was explaining in a bored tone and you watched as he looked over his shoulder at you, immediately understanding that you wanted more context and shrugging softly as he continued. “I’m supposed to show her the ropes and she asked to go out for coffee.”

“She walked you home?” You were interjecting and slipping off your shoes, making your way over to the couch and sitting up on your knees next to him once you got over there.

He nodded his head in confirmation, watching you carefully and you frowned softly. Jay was used to your possessiveness when it came to him and sharing his time and energy, it had actually caused a few arguments between the two of you that always ended with you crying and apologizing for your behavior and him telling you it was okay and that he really didn’t mind.

Sometimes you thought he was just saying it to be nice and make you feel better but other times you had a hunch that he actually didn’t mind your clinginess. You’d see a small smirk playing on his face when you stayed close to him at parties or sent sharp stares towards girls who were eyeing him with terrible intentions.

“She was pretty.” You were telling him matter of factly but you were watching him carefully to see how he’d respond and he gave you a knowing look before shaking his head.

“I didn’t realize.” He was responding and you smiled at his attempt at a safe answer, leaning closer into his side and tugging at his sleeve with impatience.

“What are you teaching me today, oh wise one.” He was scrunching up his nose at your choice of title towards him and you could feel him tensing against you at the reminder he was meant to be showing you more things today, only just having finished reeling from kissing earlier in the week.

He wasn’t answering right away so you were sitting up to look at him better, still leaning into him but closer to his face now and in a better position to catch the way his eyes darted down to your lips for a few seconds too long. He was meeting your eyes again and he saw the excitement in them before you were leaning in to kiss him.

You weren’t wasting anytime today considering you’d already pushed past the awkwardness of actually kissing for the first time, throwing your leg over his on the couch so you were straddling his lap and you cut off the small inhale he took at the feeling by licking into his mouth.

His hands were sliding back around to your back, just to rest there as you lowered yourself down on him and leaned fully into the kiss. You weren’t going to admit to him how much you liked kissing him, keeping it a secret within yourself that you almost wished you could just do this for the rest of the night. Just almost though because his hands were squeezing against your waist and you felt a surge of want run through you.

“Can I put you in my mouth?” You were pulling off to whisper into his mouth and his entire body tensed up at your words.

“Jesus christ Y/N.” He was scolding you for your sudden exclamation but you could feel the way his hips twitched in interest underneath your weight. “Warn a guy before you say something like that.”

“It’s important though, isn’t it?” You were muttering to him and ignoring his complaints, circling your hips over him and smiling softly when he let out a low groan at the feeling. He looked slightly pained and conflicted and you almost laughed at him but held it in so he wouldn’t tell you no. “Don’t tell me you’ve never thought about it before, I’m a girl after all.”

“I didn’t realize you were a girl until like junior year.” He was teasing back but your frown immediately deepened and you shoved his shoulder in irritation. He laughed softly at your reaction but didn’t say anything else when you rocked your hips again.

“You’ve really never thought about it?” You were asking him again but your tone was different now, breathier and nearly a purr as you hovered your mouth over his. He kissed you softly for just a second before you were pulling slightly out of his reach. “Never once thought about sticking your cock down my throat Jay?”

He cursed under his breath again but this time you could tell he was taking you seriously, his hands tightening continuously around your hips and helping you rock against him. You were letting out a small hiccuped gasp and falling forward slightly onto his chest at the feeling of him pushing up into you, feeling him hard underneath you.

You’d never thought about Jay being hard before and a year ago the idea probably would have made you throw up in your mouth. You were trying to convince yourself that this reaction was purely biological, throbbing now at the feeling of him pressing against you continuously, but you couldn’t stop staring at his hooded eyes and the way his jaw tensed every time you lowered yourself harder onto him.

“Get on your knees then.” He was mumbling out against your lips and you felt a shiver wrack through you at the stern tone he had taken, hearing it hundreds of times before and you mostly never listened to him but your body instinctively was sliding off his lap and hitting the carpet.

You were sat next to his feet with wide and confused eyes, watching him to see what you were supposed to do next and he seemed to snap out of it and remember he was supposed to be showing you how to do it, shaking his head slightly to ground himself before lifting his hips off the couch and undoing his belt with one hand.

You watched him with fascination as you leaned forward to get closer to him, your hands landing on his thighs and feeling the muscle clench under your hands.

He paused for a second and was staring at you long enough for you to start shifting uncomfortably, not being able to read the expression on his face and taking it as a negative considering how weird the situation was.

“You can close your eyes and pretend it’s someone else if you need to.” You were offering the out to him and his eyebrows furrowed at your suggestion, although not saying anything as he slid his pants down his thighs.

Your eyes were dropping to his crotch and they widened slightly, completely forgetting about the weird moment you’d just had and leaning forward again so you could touch him. He swore under his breath when you rubbed your hand over the print in his boxers, muttering something about you warning him again.

“Stop being so tense.” You were telling him as you continued to touch him over the fabric, watching with interest as his stomach clenched and he tongued at his cheek.

“Sorry it’s just… you’re touching my dick dude.” He was wincing out and scrunching his nose at the sentence, causing a small laugh to slip out of you before you were getting serious again and squeezing his length softly.

“This is supposed to be sexy.” Your tone was slightly disappointed and he picked his head up from where it’d fallen back against the couch, looking at you and your dejected expression before his gaze was falling to your hand on top of him.

“Yeah, don’t worry about that.” He was responding in a low tone and you were confused for a second before flushing at the realization he was implying this was attractive to him without any effort.

He wasn’t saying anything again after that and you noticed he was a bit too distracted to actually give you a play by play, something you didn’t mind considering how it might take you out of the moment and make you too nervous to be given specific instructions to follow. You decided to just try your best and hope he would correct you if you hurt him or did anything wrong.

You were leaning forward to put your mouth on him, instinctively sucking softly over his underwear and he let out a loud groan again, his hips kicking forward automatically and you smiled against him at the apology he forced out.

It was making you feel weird that you were so enamored by the faces Jay made when he was feeling good, the way his jaw clenched and the breaths he hissed through his teeth. You were shifting in your kneeling position uncomfortably with the wetness dripping down your thighs.

“Take it out.” You were telling him softly, trying to distract yourself from this realization and he picked his head up again to look at you for a second before nodding swiftly and lifting his hips up off the couch again.

You expected him to be more hesitant like he had been, looking like he was on the verge of calling this whole ordeal off at every move you made, so you were slightly thrown off when his cock was suddenly bare and standing straight right in front of your face. Your eyes widened slightly at the appearance and you could feel him staring down at your face to gauge your reaction.

“This is pretty impressive Jay.” You were remaking before glancing up at him and seeing an amused look pass over his face before he was rolling his eyes at you.

“Yeah.. so maybe we should work on dirty talk.” He was retorting, making fun of your plain style of a compliment.

You were being honest though, genuinely thrown off by his size and length. This was something you’ve definitely thought about just not in such a hands on way, more so out of curiosity to what your quiet friend was packing and wondering the reasoning behind the small smirk he got around his male friends whenever they started arguing over who was bigger.

You didn’t need to wonder anymore, clearly having your answer now and whilst you’d never paid much thought to your best friends dick size, it was undeniable that it was big enough to make your mouth instinctively water.

His hand was gently pushing your hair out of your face as you leaned forward towards his lower half again and your eyes snapped up once more just for a second, faltering slightly at the affectionate look in his eyes as he tucked some loose strands behind your ears and then you were fully moving forward and taking his head into your mouth.

“Oh fuck.” The words were slipping out of his mouth and you could tell he was using a lot of his focus to stop himself from bucking forward into your mouth. “D-don’t worry about fitting it all he’ll like it if you just, fuck, do what you can then use your hands.”

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion for a second at who he was referring to and he noticed, his eyebrow cocking at your expression before you were remembering the whole reason he was letting you do this and your face flushed. You quickly tried to distract him from your mistake, licking up his length softly and feeling relief when his head was falling back in a sharp gasp.

He didn’t say anything else for awhile other than occasionally muttering that you were doing a good job or softly telling you to watch your teeth, his hand in your hair but not tugging, just resting there and keeping it out of your face.

You could tell he was close after not too long of your soft touches and amateurish licks, his hips kicking up off the couch instinctively and his free hand curling into the fabric below it. You were watching him from behind your eyelashes and you felt the urge to draw his attention back to you, give him a reason to look at you while you did this and not lean his head back against the couch.

“Go to a party with me tonight.” You were taking your mouth off of him and freezing in your movements, keeping your hand still where it was wrapped around the base of his length but squeezing it softly.

He was lifting his head up swiftly and glancing down at you with a panicked look, his eyes shooting to your hand around him and then immediately up to your face. His ears turned red when he caught sight of your swollen lips and teary eyes but he didn’t say anything about it and instead just shook his head at you.

“What are you talking about?” He was groaning out, followed by an even louder noise when you were squeezing him again. “Cut that out.”

“Tell me you’ll come with me.” You were leaning forward to suck his head into your mouth slightly, tasting the beginning of his end on your tongue and almost recoiling from the shock of the taste.

You held strong to prove your point, taking him deeper into your mouth and a heat passed through you at the fact he was watching you now, eyes transfixed down on your face and darkening as he watched you try to fit as much of him in your throat as possible. You shifted on your knees again uncomfortably due to the throbbing behind your underwear, resisting the urge to sit yourself down on his foot and take some of the pressure off your core.

He didn’t say anything regarding your request until he was getting close again, sighing when you removed your mouth once more and he realized you weren’t going to let him cum until he agreed to come with you.

“Fuck, fine I’ll go.” He was rushing out and you smiled softly at him, eyes lighting up with excitement and he thought about how familiar the expression was in such a jarring foreign setting.

Any contemplation about your strange situation was gone the second you were taking him back into your mouth, feeling how tight and wet your throat was before you were finally letting him finish. You winced at the feeling of him cumming inside your mouth but the noises he made distracted you from it, watching him become overwhelmed with pleasure that you caused.

You were smiling again even though he wasn’t looking anymore, suddenly feeling a lot better about this.

——

“I can’t believe you actually got him to come out.” You were turning around at the sound of somebody’s voice behind you, two drinks in hand and a raised eyebrow until you saw it was one of the boys from the football team who knew Jay.

“It was just some mild convincing.” You smiled at him, lips curling up and your mind flashed with the memory of how Jay looked sitting above you on the couch.

He hadn’t complained much about having to come, throwing in small statements of annoyance here and there but for the most part he’d been a good sport. You’d expected it to be more awkward around him, your own face flushing with heat when he had arrived at your dorm to pick you up but he was almost overly casual about the entire ordeal and you felt a bit childish for not being able to hold eye contact with him.

“Yeah, I guess he’s got that soft spot for you.” He was responding and shifting in his spot where he was looking out at the crowd. “I’m sure he won’t regret it after tonight.” The boy was chirping back and your own grin fell in confusion at the smirk on his face, following where his eyes were looking and fully frowning when you saw somebody standing next to your friend now.

She looked familiar, maybe a classmate or somebody who worked around campus, but you couldn’t quite place where you had seen her. Maybe this was due to the fact you weren’t at all focused on her face, your eyes locked on her hand that was wrapped around Jay’s wrist as she laughed softly at something he was saying.

He looked just as awkward as he always did but you felt like he was watching her reaction to see if she’d laugh at his comment, whatever it may be, and your eyebrow cocked softly at the fact he wasn’t moving away from her touch at all. You felt stupid when the jock next to you was awkwardly clearing his throat at your sudden silence, glancing over at him and then turning red because your own jealous thoughts regarding your best friend.

You were fully aware you had an issue when it came to being possessive over him but it had never necessarily extended to him interacting with other girls in a flirty way, especially when he genuinely seemed interested. You didn’t typically try to set him up or guide him towards a relationship but you never interfered with a potential one, you certainly never felt such a weird pit in your stomach because of it.

You were making your way back to him without saying another word to the boy beside you, two cups still tightly held in your hand and you saw the girl glance over at you as you approached.

She dropped her hand off of Jay’s arm and you smiled a wide fake grin at her, casually passing him his drink and tilting your head with faux curiosity. You could feel him looking at the side of your face as you did so, feeling your arm brush against his considering how close you had planted yourself to him and you were parting your mouth to speak before you thought about it.

“Are you Jay’s friend?” You were asking her in a friendly voice but you knew she could see the glint in your eye, the way you leaned your body towards Jay as you said his name and tightened your grip around your cup.

“I.. I mean yeah, well not really. I’m just-“ She was trying to explain with a small nervous chuckle, her eyes shooting back and forth between you and him like she expected him to interject and tell you her reason for being there.

“Not really then.” Your second smile was a lot more forced and showcasing a sympathy for her that was mean and unnecessary, slipping off when she was glaring at you slightly before turning to leave and walk around from the two of you.

You moved away from him again with a sigh once she was gone, turning your body to rest your back against the wall and take a sip from your drink. Jay was tense next to you but you didn’t notice until he was looking at you with a flat expression, clearly slightly annoyed by what you had done and you raised an eyebrow at him in question.

“Why did you do that?” He was asking and he was keeping his tone steady like he was genuinely curious but you could tell he was frustrated. You had a feeling that you’d get into an argument if you gave him a wrong answer, shifting uncomfortably and frowning softly.

“You looked uncomfortable.” You were shrugging as the lie slipped through your lips and you glanced at him when he scoffed and pressed himself against the wall next to you, shoulder bumping yours and staying there.

“Did I?” He was retorting and you could tell he knew you were lying, he always did and you felt suddenly embarrassed about how you’d reacted.

You didn’t respond to him but you turned your head to look at him between, something unidentifiable and heavily weighted in your eyes and he watched you carefully before his eyes were flicking down to your lips and then back up. Your interest was piqued at this and you were instinctively leaning closer to him, developing a habit after the last few times but stopping when he was suddenly clearing his throat.

“Park is probably around here somewhere.” He was telling you and his face pulled into a small grimace as he said it, looking away from you and missing the way you froze up slightly at the mention of the boy. “Aren’t you wanting to go find him?”

“I don’t know.” You were shrugging again and he was smiling a bit now which made you flush, knowing he was finding the shift in your mood funny. “I think I need a little more practice right?”

“Yeah?” He was still standing close to you, body slightly leaned forward so he was hovering his face near yours and this time when his eyes dropped to your lips he didn’t retract, just watching you carefully as that familiar but unreadable look crept back up in his eyes.

You didn’t respond to him out loud, not fully trusting yourself to speak but you were nodding your head softly and staring up at him with big eyes, having half a mind to stop yourself from reaching your hand up to hold his arm but a surge of want was running through you considering the way he was looking at you.

It wasn’t like people didn’t already talk about the two of you, having to explain to almost everybody you’d ever met that you weren’t dating or anything remotely close to it and people still didn’t necessarily believe you when you said it so it wouldn’t be the end of the world to touch him here, even this close to each others faces. But you’d been trying to convince them all for years and you’d feel a bit stupid to be caught doing unfriendly things with him now, especially with how new it was to you.

You also needed to remind yourself that you weren’t doing this for fun and there was an end goal here with Sunghoon, a goal that might as well be forfeited the second you started making out with your close male friend at a party he was also attending.

Jay wasn’t making it easy to remember this small fact, clouding your head and sense of judgment the longer he stared down at you and the closer you subconsciously swayed towards his steady frame. Part of you felt like your brain had made a connection, something clicking after he’d touched you for the first time and crossed that line friends typically didn’t.

“Stop looking at me like you want to kiss me.” He was mumbling but he had a small smile on his face, lip curled up as he watched you with amusement and you were sure you frowned at his teasing.

“Why can’t we?” You shifted onto your tiptoes for a second before dropping back down, your nose just barely grazing his but enough for him to follow your face back down and press a quick kiss against you like he couldn’t help himself.

He was immediately pulling away however and you watched him as he squeezed his eyes shut, shaking his head softly in denial and glancing over his shoulder for a second like he was making sure nobody was watching the two of you. Your hand was coming up to rest near his ribs, bringing his attention back down to you and you could feel his heart beating under your palm.

“No one’s looking.” You were reasoning, half hurt he cared too much and half thrown off by the fact that you didn’t at all. He didn’t object when you were rocking forward to kiss against his jaw softly, sucking in a small breath when you were swiping your tongue along his warm skin.

“Let me take you home.” His voice was low on your ear and you could feel his hands sliding over your sides to hold your lower back, drifting dangerously low but he was rotating his body so he was hiding you behind him against the wall.

“Can’t be so romantic if we are practicing for the real thing.” You were smiling at him humorlessly but he didn’t seem to find it funny, tensing at the mention of your real sexual encounters being meaningless and futile. “You have to treat me like some random hookup.”

He was watching you for a second to try and see if you were serious before his eyes were drifting away again like he was thinking about something. Eventually, you stared at him as he found his way back to you and moved one of his hands so he could brush your hair back behind your ear and out of your face. “Yeah, you know I can’t do that.”

You didn’t respond to him immediately, faltering slightly at the sincerity in his voice but you didn’t have a chance to think about what he was implying before he was fully kissing you finally. You almost pushed him away to ask for clarification but you quickly forgot about the strange statement when he was slipping his tongue into your mouth, melting against the wall and pushing against him completely.

Kissing him standing up felt different for some reason, you could feel every part of his body flat against yours and the height difference was a lot more evident, making your head spin slightly.

He wasn’t taking it easy on you anymore like he had the last few times, deepening the kiss immediately until your head was completely tilted back and accepting anything he would give you. The feeling of his tongue against yours, mixed with the fact you were in public and able to be seen by anybody sober enough to take a closer look and see who he had against the wall, was sending a heat through your body and you arched closer to him.

His hands were lower than your back now, squeezing and groping you in a way that took your breath away and made your knees so weak you would’ve crumbled to the floor if it wasn’t for him holding you up.

“Jay.” You were panting out into his mouth and his grip tightened at the sound of your breathy voice saying his name, pulling back just enough to allow you to speak. “Need you to touch me, please.”

“Not here baby, we can’t.” He was quickly responding and shaking his head, his hair loosening up slightly and falling over his forehead at the movement. You hoped he didn’t notice the way you practically gasped at the pet name slipping from his mouth so casually, shifting against the wall at his hesitant rejection.

He was looking down at you with want in his eyes so you weren’t too put off by him trying to say you couldn’t, rubbing your hand against his chest and pushing closer again until his lips were touching yours. You didn’t kiss him, just letting him feel you there and you let out a sigh of relief when he was losing his resolve and surging forward to fully press his lips against yours again.

It was addicting to kiss him like this and your hands were twisting in his hair softly, keeping him moving tight against you and giving him no room to change his mind again. You could feel his hands on your body tugging you forward against his hips, your leg going up slightly closer to his waist so he could fully slot in between your legs and nearly suffocate you against the wall.

He wasn’t moving you away even when your hand was slipping back down past his ribs, cupping him through his pants and smiling softly into the kiss when he hissed softly and faltered in his own touching.

“Fuck.” He was mumbling the word into your mouth and you knew you had gotten him, kissing him again even though he wasn’t moving anymore and just recovering from the feeling of your hand on him. “I’m going to go get a cab, let’s go back home.”

This time you didn’t object, liking the way he phrased going back to his apartment to include you and he kissed you one more time before he was stepping away and heading outside to call down a ride. You waited for him against the wall, knowing he’d come back inside to get you once he managed to get one like he always did.

Your hand was coming up to touch your lips, catching your breath and smiling softly as you thought about him and how strange things have been since you asked him to help you out.

It wasn’t an uncomfortable strange at all outside of the way your heart kept fluttering every time he tucked your hair behind your ears and gave you a particularly affectionate look. Jay was always kind and gentle with you so it didn’t phase you that it extended to this type of activity, figuring that there was no other reason for him to be acting like that and trying to ignore the way that thought made your chest tighten.

“You okay?” Your head was picking up swiftly at the sound of a new voice next to you, panicked at the sudden arrival and then completely freezing when you realized who it was. “You look like you’re going to be sick.” Park Sunghoon was watching you curiously, not much concern on his face, despite acknowledging your strange expression, as he took a sip from his cup casually.

“No I-I’m fine.” You were rushing out quickly and moving your fingers away from your mouth, flattening your hair and looking away from him with slightly widened eyes.

“Was that your boyfriend?” He was asking suddenly but his tone was bored, looking from you then back to the crowd like he was only over here to pass time. You froze up at the realization he was referring to Jay, obviously having seen you pressed against the wall only a few minutes ago.

You weren’t sure what to say for a few seconds, knowing that if this was last week your heart would be pounding with excitement due to the fact Park Sunghoon was speaking to you willingly. Adding onto the fact that he had seen you with somebody, now having no reason to believe you were inexperienced if you were boldly making out in the middle of a crowded party.

“No he..” You were trailing off when you noticed Jay coming back inside now, eyes locked on where he had left you and a small smile creeping up on his face when he saw you, until his eyes traveled over to the boy standing next to you. “He isn’t my boyfriend.”

Sunghoon wasn’t saying anything else but you heard him hum softly in acknowledgment before falling silent again, the both of you just standing there as you watched Jay slowly pass back through the crowd and approach the corner you were standing in. He kept his distance for a second, like he was making sure he wasn’t interrupting anything serious before he was standing by your side and clearing his throat.

“Ready to go?” He was asking in a low tone but you could tell his mood had drastically flipped from when he had left, more hesitant and guarded now like he wasn’t sure you’d actually come with him.

To make matters worse, your eyes instinctively went over to Sunghoon to see his reaction and you didn’t miss your best friend unmistakably tensing from the corner of your drifting gaze.

“Hey man, I’m Sunghoon.” He was still smiling softly, either completely oblivious to the weird tension settling over the two of you or simply not caring at all, and you watched as his hand crossed over where you were standing to extend towards your friend. He wasn’t touching you but he was inadvertently covering your body with his and your eyes widened slightly at the sudden close proximity.

“I know.” Jay was simply responding and not saying anything else, not even glancing down towards the hand waiting for him to take and you heard the other boy laugh softly before he was retracting it.

“You go to school here?” He was asking and you couldn’t tell if he was genuinely trying to make conversation or if he was just attempting to figure out what your friends deal was. Either way you tensed up slightly at the mention of Jay attending your school, a sore spot for both of you considering he hadn’t been accepted and yet he still decided to move here with you so you didn’t have to separate.

“He works on campus.” You quickly interjected when you noticed the way Jay’s jaw clenched at the question, not answering him directly but giving him enough information to let him know why he might look familiar or know who Sunghoon was. “We have to get going now.”

Sunghoon was nodding softly but he was carrying a look of amusement that you couldn’t miss and you were positive Jay hadn’t either, most likely catching on to the building instigation the second he had stepped foot back inside.

“I’ll see you around then.” He was slipping out casually as the two of you started to turn to leave, grinning at you when you looked back over your shoulder and hesitantly nodded, hand raising in a small wave before you were feeling Jay’s hand on your back leading you out of the house.

He didn’t say anything as you made your way outside and he remained silent the entire ride back to his apartment, staring out the window and keeping his hands in his lap as he avoided looking at you. You were a bit confused on what exactly he was feeling but you knew for sure that something had shifted once he saw Sunghoon and you weren’t going back home for the same reason anymore.

You sighed softly when he quickly got out of the taxi, standing there with the door open until you had scooted across the leather seats and got out into the night air. He closed it softly after thanking the driver and followed behind you as you made your way up the stairs to his door, the air heavy and so tense you felt like you were suffocating on it.

“Are you not going to talk to me then because I can just head home.” You were remarking once you’d crossed into the apartment, watching him in silence as he took off his jacket and shoes and went to the kitchen to get a drink.

“Is that what you want to do?” He was retorting in a calm tone but you could tell from where you were standing that he was agitated, eyes glinting with irritation as he leaned forward slightly onto the counter but you couldn’t tell if he was upset with you or something else.

“I want to do what you want to do.” You stated plainly and he didn’t respond as you kicked off your shoes, walking past where he was in the kitchen to head towards his sleeping area.

He was watching you as you moved around, the apartment small with an open floor plan but it was homely and you were there often enough to have your own dedicated clothes drawer underneath his. You tried to ignore his gaze on you as you opened the top one instead, pulling out one of his hoodies and glancing at him for a second before you were reaching behind your back to try and unzip your dress.

You heard him sigh softly before he was setting his cup down on the counter, making his way over to you slowly and offering a hand down to you on the bed when you just stared at him in confusion. You let him take your hand in his and he pulled you up softly, turning you around and pushing your hair off your back before he was helping you by pulling the zipper slowly down your back.

Your breath was catching in your throat at the feeling of the fabric loosening around you, his knuckles brushing over your bare skin and his hands stopping just above the curve of your ass.

“We can’t do what I want to do.” You were attempting to turn around to face him at the sound of his soft voice next to your ear but he stopped you by holding tightly onto the middle of your arms.

“Why not?” A small whine had slipped into your voice as you asked the question, so accustomed to him letting you get your way and slightly frustrated that he was being so distant.

You knew it was crossing a line, something that had silently been there for probably longer than you even realized, and you knew you should probably be more hesitant about crossing it but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care. You’d always been more impulsive than Jay but you knew he had to somewhat feel it too, that strong pull towards each other that was now just multiplying every time he touched you.

It was especially overwhelming now, almost unbearable as he gently lowered the sleeves of your dress off your arms until the top was dangling around your middle. You were completely bare from the waist up now but you didn’t think he could even see you, keeping you in a vulnerable position as you stared forward at the wall.

His hands were brushing against your ribs and for a second you thought he wouldn’t even touch you until you felt him cupping over your chest and groping curiously. Your breath caught in your throat at the feeling of his cold fingers against your warm skin, the rings on his finger brushing against your hardened nipple and you took a stuttered gasp when he squeezed harder.

Jay’s other hand was pressing into your stomach and making sure you were tucked closely against him, feeling him getting harder against you the longer he touched you.

“If it was up to me I’d bend you over right now, just like this.” His voice was low in your ear again and another gasp ran through you when he was slightly tilting you forward, keeping you standing with his arm wrapped around your middle. “I’d tear the rest of your dress off and I’d make sure you never thought about going to Park Sunghoon or any of those other frat assholes again.”

“Then just do it.” You were panting out to him and trying to press yourself closer, feeling your dress slowly slipping down more from the bundled up fabric dangling around your middle. “What’s stopping you?”

He didn’t respond for a while and eventually he stopped touching you, sighing softly and he breath fanned the back of your neck. His hands were soft again now and resting on your hips carefully like he was considering what to do next.

You knew him well enough to know he wasn’t going to fuck you, certainly not like this and you were half positive he wasn’t going to touch you at all. Still, he was better at telling you vulnerable things when you weren’t staring at him so you didn’t move from your position and let him stand there in contemplation.

You were still slightly disappointed and hurt when he was pulling the rest of your dress down your legs, helping you step out from the middle of it, and then reaching down to grab his hoodie you had picked from the drawer and softly pulling it over your head. He finally turned you around once you were covered up, the hoodie coming down just above the middle of your thighs and he moved your hair out from inside the collar.

“Kiss me at least.” You were suddenly saying and grabbing his hands to stop him from moving away from you. His eyes glistened with something but he was letting you place his hands back around you, your own arms snaking up and around his neck in a strangely domestic position.

He didn’t say anything but he fulfilled your request, kissing you softly and pulling you tighter against him.

It was impossible to pretend now that you weren’t changing your mind about the entire thing, no use trying to push how good this felt to the back of your mind. You immediately felt a wave of relief wash over you and you practically melted in his hold, familiar and comfortable in a way that nobody could ever replicate and you knew he had to be feeling something similar if he was this conflicted about having sex with you.

Jay was your rock in the sense he was calculated and careful in almost everything he did and you figured he would’ve had sex with you easily if he had decided there was no risk to your friendship in the aftermath. The risk was there and it was prominent especially now as you leaned into him again, fully accepting it despite his hesitance.

You were squealing softly when he was suddenly lifting you up against him, taking a few steps forward before dropping the both of you on his bed and you giggled into the kiss when he turned your bodies so you’d land on him and he could take the weight of the fall.

The two of you kissed like that for a while longer, almost on autopilot as you moved his mouth against yours and you licked into his mouth with now practiced accuracy. He was warm and familiar underneath you, the hard expanse of his body and muscles flexing and easily supporting you and your constant shifting and movements. You were slightly impressed at how well he contained himself, feeling yourself get worked up in only a few minutes and clinging to him desperately.

Eventually the kissing stopped but you stayed just like that, your entire weight on top of him and your head laying on his chest like you had a hundred times.

“Can you tell me why not now?” Your voice was quiet and hesitant as you asked him the question that was still on your mind, letting a little time pass before you were bringing it up again and feeling relieved when he didn’t immediately tense up.

“Why do you get upset when I talk to other girls?” He was responding instead, not answering you directly yet and you frowned softly even though he couldn’t see it.

“I don’t know I can’t explain it.” You mumbled into his chest and you shrugged the best you could in your position. You were swatting at his side when you heard him let out a small scoff of disbelief, his chest vibrating your face when he started to laugh lightly at your upset reaction. “Don’t laugh at me, I’m serious.”

You were being honest despite the vague answer, never really knowing how to explain the sick feeling that washed over you anytime Jay’s attention drifted to somebody else for too long. Your mom used to tell you that you were just used to always being the star of his show and couldn’t handle it when you were out into the background but you figured that you should know better by now, know that you would never be pushed aside for somebody else.

Maybe that was the issue, the two of you always prioritizing each other over actual relationship or even family at times. You’d had dates that would get awkward at the mention of your best friend and you’ve gotten your fair share of nasty glares from the few girls Jay had actually brought around you.

He let your weak answer slide and in return you didn’t push for an answer about why he wouldn’t just let himself go with you, not saying anything else and listening to his breathing level out as he fell asleep underneath you.

——

“A double date? What the hell does that even mean?” You were rushing to catch up with Yuna, eyebrows furrowed due to the news she had just dropped on you casually before continuing to make her way to the class she was late for. You were practically breaking out into a jog to match her long strides. “Why would Sunghoon tell you that and not me?”

“Did you give him your number?” She was quickly retorting and barely sparing you a glance before she was nodding. “Exactly.”

“So he wants to go on a date with me but with you and Jay too?” You were attempting to confirm what she had said but she was sighing softly like repeated it would be a hinderance, stopping in her fast walking to allow you to catch up as you panted softly. “Do you even like Jay?”

“Are you kidding me Y/N? No I don’t like your pseudo husband.” She was shaking her head and scrunching up her nose like the thought grossed her out, your face flushing slightly at the title she had given him as you pushed your messy hair out of your face.

“I don’t think he’d agree to that.” You were telling her and glancing to the side awkwardly, not really understanding the whole situation or the fact that Sunghoon had somehow managed to apparently be interested in you despite the extremely awkward interaction you’d had a few days ago.

“He already has.” She was retorting quickly before turning on her heel and beginning her speed walking again, leaving you standing there dumbfounded as you tried to process what she had said.

You called out to her to ask for clarification but she didn’t turn around and just waved a dismissive hand at you, eventually disappearing around a buildings corner and you could do nothing but sigh softly.

There was absolutely no way Jay had willingly agreed to hang out with Park Sunghoon, adding on the fact he’d be crashing your date and also having to go out with Yuna, who he’d expressed dislike towards multiple times despite your weak defense for her behavior towards you. Your head was swarming in confusion and you almost pulled your phone out to call him and demand answers when you remembered he was at work.

You frowned softly and started to walk again, heading to the other side of campus where his work building was and trying to understand what scenario would lead to him agreeing to come along and also why he hadn’t told you in advance.

The small entrance bell was ringing out loudly as you passed through the door and you tilted your head to try and see around the counter to check if he was there, smiling softly when he was popping his head up with a surprised look.

“Hey.” He was breathing out when he realized it was you, standing up swiftly and circling around the counter until he was standing in front of you. You tried to ignore how out of character it was that he was greeting you so softly, a hand coming up to cup your elbow gently and look down at you. “You alright? Did you lose your key again?”

You were shaking your head and staring up at him with a slight flush to your face. “No just wanted to come here instead of going home. I hope it’s okay, sorry I didn’t call.”

“Don’t say sorry.” He was quickly interjecting and you didn’t say anything after that, just nodding and glancing at the floor hesitantly. He seemed to take notice of your strange demeanor and you picked your head back up when you heard him sigh softly. “You ran into Yuna didn’t you…”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” You were saying instead of directly answering and he looked away from you at the sound of hurt in your voice, still keeping his hand on you despite it tensing.

He didn’t look at you again for a bit but you were almost glad he didn’t, already finding it hard enough to be upset with him when he was just trying to help you. You weren’t sure how to communicate that you didn’t necessarily want help with Sunghoon anymore, knowing he’d stop with the new closeness and routine that you’ve gotten used to other the last two weeks.

“This was the point right?” He was muttering but he seemed hesitant in saying it and a small scoff fell from your lips.

“Right.” You agreed but your tone was bitter and your face had pulled into a grimace, taking a few steps back so his touch fell off of your arms and you were closer to the door again. “Guess I’ll see you tonight then.”

——

Despite absolutely dreading the double date and having no expectations or positive feelings about how it would go, it still somehow managed to be off to a worst start than you could’ve imagined.

Sunghoon had been nearly an hour late to picking you up and hadn’t made any move to get out of his car to greet you, leaving you to wrap your cardigan closer around your shivering frame and round past his hood to his passenger side door. You still planted a smile on your face, trying your best to not make him uncomfortable or show your unenthusiastic mood, but you realized it was pointless considering he was on the phone the entire ride to the restaurant.

He’d greeted you with a half wave before he was cackling about something the person on the other side was saying, not caring as you crossed your arms and zoned out for the entirety of the drive.

You sat in the leather chair after you’d arrived to the restaurant you were meeting the other two at, waiting impatiently and glaring at him from the corner of your eye as he continued his loud conversation for another twenty minutes, parked outside and unmoving. Eventually he was glancing at you and letting out a sigh, announcing to the caller that he would have to call them back.

“Alright, let’s go I’m starving.” He was quickly saying before he was opening his door and leaving the vehicle, leaving you dumbfounded for a few seconds at his lack of manners before you were hopping out and jogging to catch up with him.

You were absolutely fuming by the time you’d gotten inside, not understanding why Sunghoon had bothered arranging this whole entire thing when he clearly wasn’t interested in you. You were used to be outspoken and blunt but you just felt embarrassed about the whole thing and couldn’t bring yourself to confront him while the others were waiting inside.

It got worse once you saw them sitting together although Jay was clearly in the same boat as you, arms crossed and staring blankly at the table in front of him as Yuna chatted animatedly and leaned closer to him to try and show him something on her phone screen.

Sunghoon cleared his throat when the two of you got closer and both of their gazes shot up in your direction, her face curling into a bright flirty smile at the sight of your date. Jay’s eyes widened slightly at the sight of you but then they immediately flickered down to Sunghoon’s hand that was rudely placed on your lower back after he’d complained you were walking too slow.

It could’ve been going worse technically, you and Jay hadn’t spoken a word the entire night but your dates clearly didn’t care, talking to each other nonstop about school and parties they’d attended. The two clearly had a lot in common considering their popularity status and their apparent habit of having terrible manners.

You were sat directly next to Jay and you tried to ignore him for the most part, especially since he was wearing your favorite shirt of his and you could smell his heavy addicting cologne from a seat over.

It wasn’t going too well considering he had been continuously glaring in your direction since you sat down, unrelenting even when the waitress came by and he recited both of your orders with ease. You were fed up with his bad mood, especially since he was the one who had agreed to this entire ordeal, and he was jumping in his seat at the feeling of you sending a sharp kick towards his shin.

Yuna spared him a quick glance at his sudden movement but didn’t stop her rambles and you watched as Jay sighed and pulled his phone out of his pocket. Yours was buzzing only a few seconds later and you glared at him before picking it up and unlocking it.

Jay : What the hell was that for?

Y/N : stop staring at me like that

You watched his face as he read it and you felt slightly flushed when his eyes were meeting yours for a second before going back down to his phone screen and hurriedly typing.

Jay : Stay still

He was putting the device back into his pocket before you had a chance to respond to him and ask what he was talking about, your eyebrows furrowing in confusion as you stared at him and waited for any type of explanation.

You quickly got it when you were feeling something touching your leg underneath the table, jumping slightly at the sudden contact before your wide eyes were meeting his and seeing the slight warning in them. You were reminded of him message to stay still and you planted yourself firmly despite the urge to squirm at the feeling of his hand gently rubbing your bare knee.

“So Y/N, are you working anywhere right now then?” Sunghoon was suddenly asking you and you liked him a lot less than you already did considering he decided to finally speak to you at the worst possible time.

You cleared your throat softly before shifting in your seat to sit up more, accidentally causing Jay’s hand to move further on your leg until it was gently moving your dress up and resting on your thigh. You expected him to move it back down but he kept it firmly there, squeezing your skin softly as he waited for you to answer.

“Um.. n-no not right now I’m just… going to school.” You were trailing off softly after awkwardly squeezing the sentence out and the table was silent as they looked at your flushed face.

“She doesn’t need to anyways.” Yuna was quickly adding and her mouth was curled into a half sneer, playing with her half finished food as she met your eyes for a split second before continuing. “Jay pays for basically everything for her.”

An awkwardness settled over the table at her extremely bitter tone and you saw Sunghoon’s eyebrows raise in interest, that same amused expression he had at the party returning. Jay’s hand was tightening on your thigh harshly and you made a small noise of surprise before quickly pretending to choke and take a drink of your water.

He didn’t seem to notice he had done it and he immediately was releasing the tight hold and rubbing the skin gently as a silent apology, shifting in his seat when you were swinging your foot to kick at his leg again.

“So you two met on campus then?” Sunghoon was continuing to ask questions despite the fact you were obviously uncomfortable and Jay was glaring daggers in his direction.

“Um no.. we’ve been friends since we were little actually.” You were explaining in a soft voice and another flash of interest with through the boys eyes, glancing between the two of you with a weird excitement printed on his face.

“And you never got together?” He was blurting out, clearly not caring about how blunt and overly personal the question was considering you’d barely spoken outside of small talk in passing. Your mouth was parting in surprise and you glanced over at your friend who was as looking more and more angry as the seconds passed.

“That’s none of your business.” Jay was spitting out and his tone was low and harsh, much different than the one he normally had with you.

Sunghoon didn’t seem deterred at all although even Yuna had finally fallen silent, watching the interaction with a careful expression. “She is my date isn’t she?”

You heard your best friend scoff harshly but he didn’t immediately say anything, glancing over at you like he expected you to interject and when you looked over at him with wide eyes and a continuously parting mouth, his features hardened when he realized you weren’t going to say anything. You didn’t do anything but sit there and search for words as he pushed his chair back and stood up, leaving your skin that was warmed under his hand with a sudden chill.

Sunghoon was laughing softly as Jay left the restaurant and you turned to glare at him in disbelief, not understanding his motive but quickly realizing that he was super amused by the two of you and your confusing dynamic.

It wasn’t hard to understand that he didn’t have feelings for you and only invited you on this date for some entertainment, most likely catching interest at the party when you had awkwardly left with Jay. Your mouth was turning down into a frown and you followed his actions of standing up from your chair, flattening down your dress before turning and following after him.

He was halfway through the parking lot by the time you managed to catch up with him, running the best you could in your uncomfortable heels but thankfully he was slowing down when he heard them clicking on the cement. His back was tensed since he knew it was you but you were still grateful he had stopped for you.

“Where are you going?” Your voice was soft and weak, not necessarily voicing the question you wanted to ask but you just felt the need to say something to fill the silence.

“I can’t do this anymore Y/N.” He was turning around as he spoke and he sounded genuinely tired, staring down at you with hooded eyes and a hurt expression on his face. You watched him with confusion and he sighed softly before tossing a hand up in frustration. “I can’t be around you pretending like this, it’s killing me.”

“We don’t have to do it anymore then.” You were quickly telling him although it hurt you to say and you were taking a step closer to try and reassure him, stiffening up when he was automatically backing away from you.

“That’s not what I mean and you know it.” He was saying and he sounded certain but you were confused on what he meant, eyebrows furrowing which only seemed to upset him further. “This isn’t the pretending Y/N, being with you like we’ve been doing for the last few weeks. That isn’t the hard part, how can’t you get that?”

You were slightly understanding what he was implying now but it made no sense to you, a sick feeling washing over you at the fact he was seemingly saying he had been feeling the same way you had been. He was sighing again at your lack of a response but he didn’t say anything, looking to the side where his car was parked before he was glancing at you again.

“How would I get that?” You were countering with more force than you meant to let into your tone, slightly frustrated that he was placing blame solely on you for not realizing his feelings about this whole situation.

“Are you kidding me?” He was laughing but it was completely humorless and angry. Not necessarily at you but definitely at the situation the two of you had gotten yourself into. “I moved down here to be with you dude. I work a shitty job on the campus of a school I was too fucking dumb to get into, stuck in a tiny apartment with neighbors who have no volume control.”

He was moving his hands around a lot as he spoke, clearly upset and releasing thoughts he’d been keeping bottled up for longer than you realized. Your eyes were stinging with tears as you listened to him rant, bringing up the fact you hadn’t gotten into the same school, something you knew had been bugging him for some time.

You never thought less of him for not getting accepted and you had hoped he didn’t either, not ever wanting to talk about it after he decided to just not apply anywhere else. You figured he had come with you so you wouldn’t be lonely but your heart cracked a little at the implication he had solely came with because it was him that didn’t want to be without you for a long time.

Your nose scrunched up at the negative way he talked about his apartment, the disgust in his voice directed towards the same place that brought you the most comfort in the world.

It was definitely small and you’d spend countless nights banging on the walls to try and get the next door neighbors to quiet down but it was always a happy memory for you, giggling with him as you laid flat on your backs and kicked against the drywall repeatedly. You thought about waking up in his small bed together, tugging the blankets more over yourself and listening to his soft grunts of complaints.

Teaching you to cook and not getting upset when you continuously burnt eggs, smiling at you when he’d get home from a long shift and you’d already be there cleaning up the dishes and counters. It was your favorite place to be and he was your favorite person to see and your heart broke thinking that he’d been having a hard time.

“You still don’t get it.” He was shaking his head and pulling you out of your thoughts, figure slightly wavy through your teary eyes and you took another step closer.

“I think I do Jay but how can I if you’ve never said it.” You were telling him softly but your voice was cracking around the words, at least relieved he wasn’t backing up from your approaching frame anymore considering that would’ve caused you to break down.

“How could I say something like that?” He was asking sincerely and he looked down at you finally, holding your gaze and giving you a tiny sad smile. His eyes were wet too and you briefly thought about the fact you hadn’t seen him cry in a very long time.

It was quiet for a few seconds and then you were gently reaching out to him, feeling a wave of relief when he allowed you to hold onto his arm softly and squeeze it. He let out a small shaky breath at the feeling of you touching him and it gave you the drive you needed to be able to say what you were thinking about so heavily for so long.

“You asked me why I don’t like it when you talk to other girls and I said I don’t know, but I do know and I have known for a long time.” You were watching him intensely as you spoke clearly, a faux confidence in your voice that didn’t match the way your heart was beating painfully in your chest. “I don’t really know when I knew or if I maybe just realized when you kissed me.”

His eyes were flashing with something and you laughed softly as nerves overwhelmed you, pausing in your rambles and you were sure he could feel the way your hands were shaking against him because he was placing one of his over yours that were gripping onto his arm, softly rubbing them and giving you just enough strength to push through the hardest part.

“I’m inlove with you Jay and I want you around me for a long time. I need you around me I think and it’s scary but I’d spend the rest of our lives in that tiny little apartment.” You were finishing off as a small sob broke through you but you kept a smile on your face, watching him and shaking your head softly.

He wasn’t saying anything at first and you were feeling a sudden sense of dread, not really thinking about what would happen if he didn’t feel the same way about you and you had gotten it all wrong.

You weren’t able to hold that doubt for long considering he was moving his hand off of yours suddenly to cup your face, pulling you in for a kiss before you were even able to register his movements. You were gasping against him and then immediately turning to putty in his hold, a wave of warmth and reassurance washing over you despite the fact he hadn’t said it yet back.

It wasn’t something he necessarily needed to voice considering he’d spent your entire lives showing it and taking care of you more than anybody ever had, constantly being so gentle and reliable even when you weren’t always the easiest person to handle.

You still felt better when he was pulling out of the kiss to look down at you, still holding onto your face as you both laughed softly in disbelief and relief. He was leaning forward to place his forehead against yours and you were clutching onto his arms desperately despite knowing he’d never go anywhere if you let him go.

“I think I’ve loved you since I met you.” He was saying it in one breath and you immediately noticed the way his shoulders lost all tension in relief, speaking the words that had been running through his mind on loop every time you smiled at him or wrapped your arms casually around him in a hug.

You had no real way of knowing how insane you constantly made him feel, always being the most beautiful person in the room and never giving him the slightest chance of caring about anybody else. You’d constantly complain to him that he needed a better social life for a chance at romance and his heart would turn uncomfortably at the thought of being with anybody but you.

Nobody set his skin on fire like your touches did and the two of you moved perfectly in sync together, easily bantering and moving around each other in a gentle dance that only came with time and understanding.

You were his better half and he’d always casually introduced you as that, laughing softly as you would hit his arm and scold him for trying to flatter you while not having the slightest idea that he meant every single word of it.

“Take me home then?” You were whispering out finally, forehead still against his and feeling the way his thumbs came up instinctively to wipe the tears off your red cheeks.

He was smiling and nodding at you, no hesitance in accepting whatever request you made to him, the same thing that had gotten you into this situation in the first place. He’d immediately regretted it when he first finally kissed you because he’d realized he’d never be able to go without you that close again, feeling sick every time he remembered it wasn’t real for you.

The worry and disbelief that had been building up was finally crumbling down for both of you as you stood there holding each other for a bit longer, eventually taking your hand in his as he lead you to his car and took you back to your home.

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THE LOVE WE DESERVE

PAIRING ‧₊˚ JJ Maybank x Fem!Reader, Rafe Cameron x Fem!Reader

SYNOPSIS ‧₊˚ [2.9k] Where Y/N finally realizes her worth and goes after what she really wants.

WARNING(S) ‧₊˚ swearing, toxic relationship, mentions of drugs, alcohol and death, mild physical violence, guilt tripping, vague slut-shaming, mentions of cheating, a cute lil confession, Kie being a life coach

A/N ‧₊˚ This has been sitting in my drafts since the dark ages but sidenote: I am not romanticizing or condoning the relationship between Rafe and The Reader. It's not healthy and if you are ever in this situation, please talk to someone and leave for your own safety and sanity.

˗ˏˋ jj masterlist ˎˊ˗

"GO HOME."

“Rafe, Jesus- just turn around and talk to me!”

“For what?!” He stopped in his tracks, back still facing you as he threw his arms up in the air. “So you can do the same shit you always do?”

You scoffed in disbelief, crossing your arms over your chest with your tongue prodding the inside of your cheek.

“And what is it that I ‘always do’, Rafe?” You said, challenging him. "Defend my friends? When you torment them and fuck up their lives? Or beat them up with Topper while they're trying to deliver fucking groceries?"

"You're still on that-"

"Pope was bleeding, you asshole!" You shouted. "So, yeah, I am still on that-"

"Yet, you still ran back to me! Right?" He turned to you with a dark expression, taking swift steps to close the space between you both. His voice dropped to a low, condescending tone. "So- so, what does that say about you? I cave your friends face in and you stay with me. You're no saint."

He was towering over you now, veins popping in his forehead and hands clutched fiercely at his sides. Your faux hard exterior faltering in the slightest at the sight of the menacing look in his eyes. The truth was, sometimes Rafe terrified you. But you'd never allow him to know that. Never allow him to have another thing to hold over your head.

“I made you. You hear me? Without me, you're nothing but another pathetic pogue trying to fit in where she doesn't belong.” He growled, eyes never leaving your face.

“And you're nothing but a delusional fuck who thrives off of daddy's money and torments teenagers. I'm pathetic? Yet you blow all your money on coke and can't pay it back. Grow the fuck up, Rafe.” You told him off, pretending that you weren't scared. Lifting your chin and narrowing your eyes, trying to match his own annoyance.

The animosity between you and your boyfriend was nothing new. Neither was the true nature of your relationship, which was not one hidden behind closed doors. Why would it be? Rafe Cameron, Kook King, and Y/N Y/L/N, Pogue Princess. He couldn't lose anything and you had nothing to lose.

Toxic. Unhealthy. Abusive. Draining. All things your friends told you your relationship was on the daily. Any time they got the chance really. After a while, you stopped defending your relationship. Because it was true. Rafe Cameron did not love you and you did not love him.

Bitch. Not Worth The Trouble. Charity Case. Lost Cause. All insults and names that had been thrown at you by Rafe’s friends and groupies, and even himself at certain times, throughout the duration of your 6-Month relationship, if you could even call it that anymore. And the best part? All he ever did was laugh along.

He scoffed and ran his hands down his face, getting angrier by the minute.

"Y'know what? Fuck you. Go back to your side of the island and slum it up over there." He spat, swiftly turning back around to walk to his room. This spat was occuring on the second floor of The Cameron Residence. Lucky for you both, no one was home. Not this time anyway.

You couldn’t contain your sarcastic laughter. “That’s how you’re gonna be? Fuck me? My side of the island?” You gritted out, marching after him.

“You heard me. We both know you’d have a lot more fun fucking on your blondie over there.”

“Oh, here you go. When will you drop this whole, me fucking JJ behind your back, narrative?” You muttered. When Rafe reached his room, he attempted to shut the door in your face but you weren't having any of that, slamming it right back open.

“Don’t slam my fucking door.”

“Screw your door.” IYou hissed, standing in the doorway as he sat on his bed, head in his hands and elbows on his knees. “You keep accusing me of sleeping with my friends when you’re the one who actually slept with some girl you didn’t know not even a month ago-”

“I said I was sorry!” He screamed, standing up from his position and throwing his hands in the air.

“I don't care!” You yelled, your ears hot and heart racing. "Your apologies don't hold much weight when they don't mean anything, Rafe."

“Then what do you want from me?”

You sighed and let your head fall. “You know what? Nothing.” You said, lowly. Turning around to leave, not forgetting to slam his bedroom door shut on your way out.

As you navigated your way out of the mansion, you could hear the shattering of glass and falling of objects getting fainter with each step.

YOU HAD GONE TO THE CHATEAU AFTER YOUR BLOW OUT WITH RAFE. You were sitting on the porch with Kiara, drinking beers that were unfortunately warm after giving her the rundown of what happened.

“You already know what I’m going to say...”

You grunted. Kiara was never a fan of Rafe, and for good reason, but just because you were together did not change her demeanor towards the boy. She, along with the Pogues, would always hold a certain disdain towards him, even his own sister. He put them through hell. So why were you with him?

“Have you ever heard the quote ‘we accept the love we think we deserve’?” The tanned girl inquired, softly.

You scoffed humorlessly. “Are you using The Perks of Being a Wallflower to give me advice, Kie?”

She nodded. “Have you ever thought that maybe you’re only with Rafe because you think that you don’t deserve more? I just think that you're only putting yourself through this because you don’t think you deserve anything good. But that’s not true.”

“What are you? A therapist?” You tried to joke.

“I’m serious.” She said delicately, setting her beer on the ground. You had a bad habit of deflecting from serious situations and trying to laugh your way out of them. Kie was never one to fall for it.

You groaned, setting your own beer on the ground as Kiara made her way to sit next to you, throwing an arm over your shoulders. “I don’t know. Maybe?" You quizzed thoughtfully. "I don’t even like being with him. But it’s just like...I feel like I need someone. When he asked me, I wanted to say no. I was going to say no. But…”

You recall the night you and Rafe got together. It was a kegger. You had been harboring a crush on a certain tall blonde since kindergarten but it was made clear that you'd never be more than best friends. Rafe had approached you, drunk at the keg, telling you everything you longed to hear from someone else. Someone who wasn't him. You were going to say no when he popped the question, simply walk away. Rafe didn’t like Pogues, especially the ones in your circle.

This had to be a joke.

You were about to say no, until you saw JJ pressing some touron up against a tree, kissing her neck as she giggled and ran her hands through his hair.

And at that moment you decided to throw all caution to the wind, jealousy bubbling at the base of your throat as a slight glare made its way to your face. That was when you unknowingly made the worst decision of your life.

You shook your head, shaking the memory from the forefront of your mind. “It doesn’t matter.” You sighed. “What matters now is the fact that I'm trapped and I have no idea what to do about it.”

IT'D BEEN A WEEK SINCE YOU AND RAFE'S LAST ARGUMENT AND HERE YOU WERE IN THE MIDST OF ANOTHER. But this one had evolved, for whatever reason.

So, here you stood, in the parking lot of some Kook party he’d drug you out to. He was drunk, high off his ass and didn’t care that Topper and Kelce had followed you both out of the mansion, staring at you from several feet away the moment he’d dragged you out after you told him he should slow down.

“You’re so fucking stupid and one day you’re going to kill yourself!” You bellowed as he stood not even ruler's distance in front of you, your foreheads almost touching.

“What I do is none of your damn business!”

“You drug me out here! Okay? You could’ve gotten high or drunk or whatever as much as you wanted had you left me alone! But no, you had to drag me out here to... what, exactly? Show off your trophy?”

“Trust me, you're no prize...” He scoffed fiercely, speaking again before you had the chance to retaliate against his insult. "Why can't I want to go out with my girlfriend?"

“Well, it seems like you’ve got ten of those.” You snapped, alluding to the multiple women he’s cheated on you with. “Why not call the one you were with a couple weeks ago? Or the one you screwed in your truck? Or, better yet-”

You were abruptly cut off when a harsh, hard and stinging slap was left on your cheek. Your head whipping to side, hair covering your vision as your hand cradled your burning cheek. An overwhelming amount of rage flooded through you as you whipped your head back to face Rafe and pushed him away from you as hard you could, paying no mind to the pain radiating from your cheek.

Topper and Kelce stood back like the sitting ducks they were.

“Stay the hell away from me. We’re done. And I mean it this time.”

He chuckled, looking up as he ran a hand down his face. You didn’t bother to stay much longer, turning and beginning to walk away.

“No one will ever love you like I did!” He shouted behind you, You didn’t bother to turn around, simply slowing in your tracks as you recalled what Kiara had reminded you of previously…

“... I just think that you are only putting yourself through this because you don’t think you deserve anything good. But that’s not true.”

So, without another glance in his direction, you left.

IT'D BEEN ABOUT HALF AN HOUR SINCE YOU LEFT THE PARKING LOT. You'd resorted to walking since Rafe was your ride and your phone had died. You didn’t want to be alone and knowing your mother would be working late assured you that would be the case if you went home. So, you went to the next option.

Entering The Chateau, the lights were off and you could tell John B was sleep due to his loud snoring. The only light was coming from under the bathroom door, you assumed it was JJ, knowing he sometimes took late showers to clear his head without John B yelling at him not to use up all the hot water.

You smiled at the antic, but it fell when you realized that it may mean he’s stressed and suddenly, coming to vent to him about his enemy didn't seem to be the best course of action. Right when you'd decided that being home alone was better than possibly disturbing your best friend's peace, the bathroom door opened, steam curling in the air as JJ came out with a towel around his waist, ruffling his hair to rid it of water.

His eyes immediately caught you, slight surprise falling across his features.

“...I was just leaving-”

“Why? Did you need something?” He asked, concerned as always. One of the things you'd always adored about the blue-eyed blonde standing before you. Always concerned.

“It’s fine, really. Goodnight, J.” You said, motioning to leave.

He called your name, voice stern and slightly demanding, but still laced with worry. You turned back around, meeting his eyes. He motioned his head in the direction of the guest room, a silent invitation. One that you hesistantly accepted.

JJ had gotten dressed quickly and was now sitting next to you on the bed, hair slightly damp and an earthy yet ocean-like scent radiating off of him. “You wanna tell me why you showed up here this late?” he asked, cautiously.

You sighed and played with your hands, a tactic you used to buy yourself time. One he knew all too well as he put his hand over both of your own, a silent command to stop and talk to him.

You took a deep breath and finally made eye contact with him but was interrupted when he brushed a finger down your cheek, leaving a tingling trail on your face in his wake. “What happened?” He whispered, inspecting your cheek. It still stung, but not as much, a lingering pain. “Who hit you?” He asked. You didn’t think Rafe had hit you that hard.

“I broke up with Rafe...” You muttered meekly. “You can see how that played out.”

JJ’s jaw suddenly clenched and his eyebrows furrowed, when he saw that you noticed his expression, it softened. His hand fell from your cheek as he stood from the mattress. “I’ll be right back, okay?” You nodded, although curious.

He returned minutes later with an ice-pack, which was just ice cubes in a ziploc bag that were covered with a damp rag. He used one hand to lift your chin, as the other held the cold bag to your bruising cheek, eliciting a small hiss from you and a ‘sorry’ from the boy in front of you.

It was a silent few minutes before he spoke. “I don’t want to come off as a dick but I can’t say I’m surprised.” He was looking into your eyes now, and he saw as you rolled them, getting annoyed because you knew he was right but also knowing you didn’t come here to be lectured and reprimanded for your mistakes.

He saw the annoyance cloud your expression and quickly recovered. “I'm not blaming you. I would never, And believe me, I’m gonna kick his ass the next he shows his face anywhere.” He shrugged, but there was evident anger underneath.

“J…”

“No. Don’t. This-” He motioned for your injured cheek. “-Isn’t okay. He can’t get away with everything.”

“But he does.” You whispered.

JJ sighed. “Hold this.” He told you as he released the ice pack into your possession while he moved towards the dresser, grabbing a t-shirt from inside. “You want shorts too?” he asked.

“No.” You answered, taking the shirt and handing him the ice-pack to hold. You stood up, not bothering to exit the room to change as JJ had seen you in less than a shirt and bottoms before, you sleeping in the guest room with him becoming a common occurrence. Still, he turned around not wanting to be intrusive.

“I still don’t know why you went out with him in the first place.”

You kept quiet. You could've taken this opportunity to tell JJ the truth, that went out with him because you knew you could never be with him. Because you knew JJ would never look at you in the way you would fall to your knees and beg him you to.

Silence fell over the room as you let the large shirt fall over your frame. Folding your own clothes into a pile on the floor in the corner of the room. You was about to tell JJ he could turn back around when you came to a realization.

“Actually, JJ?” You started, not making any move to face him. “I went out with Rafe because I didn’t think I’d ever have a chance with you.” You confessed, blood rushing to your face as your heart rate increased, feeling the organ thump within the confines of your rib cage. You weren't even sure if you'd said it loud enough that he heard you.

You didn’t know if he’d turned around because you refused to look at him out of fear of rejection or embarrassment, you weren't sure which one.

“I’ve had the biggest crush on you since I met you but it was like anytime I thought there was something between us, someone or something took all of that hope away. The way I feel about you? I’ve never felt this way about anyone. And you treated me like I was worth something when didn’t believe I was. So, yeah I fucked up. I got involved with someone I knew I could never love because at least then it wouldn’t hurt if everything went wrong. I wouldn’t be surprised or shocked. I took the easy way out.” You said, all in one breath. You made no moves, just continued staring at the wall until you felt a hand ease it’s way up the back of your neck, cold from the ice pack that was previously in his hands.

It sent a chill down your spine, prompting you to close your eyes. “I’m just as bad as you are.” He whispered, the other hand encircling your waist and pulling you against him. “I thought someone like you could never love someone like me. So anytime I felt whatever we had getting too close or intimate, I ruined it. It was shitty and selfish but I thought it was for the best. Because I’d rather have you as a friend than screw up and end up not having you at all. All those girls, they did nothing for me. Just distractions and sometimes even reminders of what I couldn’t have. What I wouldn't allow myself to have.”

He turned you around to face him, opening your eyes to meet his.

“What does this mean?” You muttered, nervous.

“I’m willing to give this a shot if you are…” he whispered, lips getting closer to yours by the second. When he was centimeters away from your lips he stopped leaning, as if he was waiting to see what you'd do.

Your eyes flickered from his eyes to his lips, until you closed the gap that was separating you both, colliding your lips with his.

feedback is appreciated! thanks for reading.

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ghosttotheparty · 1 year

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love me softly p3

@acitytokeepyoursecrets tags on this post she gets it god bless

@urmomification @legitcookie @deleataecount :)

Eddie doesn’t like that he’s into Steve Harrington, so he does what he does best: acts like a dick and annoys Steve into hating him even more than he already did.

But it’s doesn’t even seem to be working. Even when he stands on cafeteria tables and shouts about pompous rich kids and their shiny cars.

Steve just looks up at him, while the others sneer and throw insults and fries at him. He almost smiles a lot of the time, his expression light. Amused. He just watches, eating quietly while Eddie shouts and yells and cackles when Tommy H throws something at him and misses. (Steve covers his mouth. Eddie thinks he’s laughing too.)

When Eddie sits again, Gareth is almost glaring at him, his elbow on the table, his fingers to his forehead, like he’s watching a house fire. He tells Eddie it’s a bad idea. The others don’t know what they’re talking about but they don’t really care.

Eddie knows it’s a bad idea to taunt Steve and his friends. That he’s just painting a bright red target on his own back. But he can’t really help it.

Especially not when Steve starts responding, flipping Eddie the bird while Eddie’s up on a table, tilting his head adorably when Eddie comments that he looks like a Christian summer camp counsellor.

Tommy just comments that at least Steve can buy new clothes. Eddie just fires back that money can’t buy better taste, bitch. Steve snorts even though it’s a dig on him.

It goes on for a while. The teasing. The stares. The suppressed smiles and laughter.

But it actually starts on a Friday.

Eddie has detention. (Shocker.) The only reason he actually goes is because Mr Peterson isn’t an asshole. He’s friendly, even to Eddie.

Greets him as “Mr Munson,” looks at the pink detention slip before raising a single eyebrow at Eddie and tells him to sit with a soft shake of his head and a smile.

And Eddie turns to find Steve sitting in the back, watching him. Eddie’s grin falters and then widens, his head tilting as he raises his eyebrows, and Steve’s face turns red. He looks away. Eddie goes to sit with him, still grinning.

The room is quiet. There aren’t many others here, a few of them doodling on tables or sleeping. Peterson doesn’t care. (Another reason Eddie likes him.)

“What’d you do?” Eddie asks quietly, sitting too close to him.

Steve just looks down at his notebook. It’s closed, a pen laying on top of it. Eddie wants to flip through it.

“Nothing.”

“Steve Harrington is in detention,” Eddie says dryly. “You did something.”

“Nuh-uh.”

Eddie snorts. Steve glances at him. He’s smiling, and his cheeks are still flushed, and Eddie might die.

“What’d you do?”

“Nothing.”

“Ste-e-e-eve, what’d you do?”

“Oh, we’re on a first name basis now?”

Eddie blinks. He’s only called him Harrington. Steve’s never called him anything.

“Yeah, I guess. Tell me what you did.”

“…Called Collins a jackass. In front of him.”

Eddie drops his head to the table.

“Incredible.”

“What did you do?”

“Forgot my homework.” He lifts his head. “Seven times.”

Steve snorts.

“Of course.”

They’re not allowed to talk during detention. It’s too quiet for them to even whisper with Peterson hearing, the room silent except the scratching of someone’s pencil and the occasional cough or sigh.

Eddie lowers his head to the table, ready to take a nap or zone out or something, but Steve opens the notebook. Eddie turns his head to look, his cheek pressing against the cold surface, and Steve doesn’t notice.

Eddie sits up to watch. Steve flips through the pages, and Eddie catches a glimpse of a drawing, so he reaches out and take the notebook wordlessly. Steve makes a small indignant ugh. Eddie shushes him.

Eddie flips through the pages slowly, looking at Steve’s handwriting. It’s pretty. Almost girly. Every page has random, half-understandable notes, without any kind of indicating header that might include the subject or date.

He thinks he’s getting closer to the drawing, because Steve reaches out to take the notebook again. Eddie swats his hand away, and Steve drops his head to the table with soft groan.

Eddie grins.

He finds the drawing. It’s a messy pencil sketch, scratchy snd scribbled and smudged and shitty, but easily recognisable.

His grins falters, and he blinks, his eyes tracing the lines of his own curls, the angle of his own nose, the curve of his eyelashes.

He turns to look at Steve, who’s now hiding his face in his shirt, looking away from Eddie.

Eddie lays back on the table, his chin propped on his arms as he gazes at the drawing again.

Steve lets him keep the notebook until the end of detention.

part four

read the whole thing ao3

#is this just gonna be a thing now #i rly like ppls tags yall are entertaining #love you guys <3 #i already have so many idea for this series (???)#steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steve x eddie #stranger things #ficlet #just realised i’m so used to ao3 i still code italics instead of just italicising them lmso #oopsies ✨#steddie ficlet #1k #love me softly

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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 2 months

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Hi darling!~ (I'll immediately stop calling you that if you don't like it/don't feel comfortable lol) Lately your girlies been obsessing over the song 'Older' by Isabel LaRosa that's been going BADSHIT popular on tiktok so I thought I'd spill some thoughts~

Teacher!Vil X Yandere(ish)!Student!Yuu

Summary : Yuu who grew up with a bad father and gained heavy daddy issues gets attached to her teacher after he starts giving her the fatherly love and care she never got, always being nice and checking up on her. at first it's a simple silly crush on her teacher but after time it blooms into an obsession where she starts lusting after him and craves constant validation from him. In her eyes he's the perfect guy, he's older and has more experience, he could never treat her wrong. even though he may be colder from time to time she believes he has a soft spot for her. Poor Yuu when the teacher who she fell so madly inlove with doesn't return her feelings and begins distancing himself from her.... Or will he?..

(Your ending <3)

Surprise me sweetheart ♡

-Prev. 🥀🦋 / Now 🎋🪭

I really like that song, might become my newest obsession... 🖤🖤🖤🖤

Yandere Teacher Vil Schoenheit x Obsessed Student Reader

Vil definitely has that aura of an unbiased but caring mentor much like Crewel. He’s confident and quaint, praising you in any capacity thrills most who receive it. Granted it’s sprinkled with underlying insults and a general lack of faith. But for someone like you, who can barely get your own father to even look at you it means so much more:

So of course you’ll obsess over him

Putting him on a pedestal you’re willing to do anything for

Study and pass his class

Tell on all the naughty potatoes in class

Even framing the professor he’s wanted gone since the beginning

“Well done.”

“R-really?”

“Yes, I’m quite pleased you’ve proven to be more helpful than the other useless potatoes.”

“T-thank you M-Mister Vil!”

He doesn’t stop you or even act like he doesn’t reciprocate

A few light touches

A kiss or two

A nibble of the ear

Your friends warn you when they realize the love of your life is the degrading teacher of etiquette

“This isn’t a good idea…(Y/n) he’s like much older than you.”

“So? That just means he has experience!”

“He’s thinking about retirement!”

“Early retirement!”

“Nooo!”

Nothing really stops you from your newfound love

That is until he crashes the illusion himself

“Oh~Roi du Poison, don’t tell me you’ve fallen for the misguided doe?”

“Please, they’re just a tool I’m sharpening. A potato I’ve decided is worth polishing…for the time being.”

It destroys you

What meaning of life is there if he doesn’t even care about yours

You stop showing up to school

You won’t leave your room

“Where is (L/n)?”

“Pft wouldn’t you like to know!”

“We’re not telling you. You don’t deserve to even speak to them.”

“Fine if that’s how it’s going to be, I’ll give your regards to them.”

“What?!” “Wait!”

Unbeknownst to you Vil is very much in love with you

But what did you expect?!

That he’d admit to actually being just as obsessed if not more so than you

He figured the best way to keep you close enough was by taking advantage of your emotional flaw

And while he wasn’t wrong,

he realized the way it’s been going is all too risky

Nosy obstacles friends of yours, suspicious coworkers, gossiping potatoes

It’s just too risky so he’ll promptly resign putting time and energy into his former hobby

Taking the world by storm he’ll disappear

Giving you the so-called space you want so badly

But he’ll be watching

Watching as you mend yourself together only to fall apart again with every new tragedy

Your grades suspiciously slip

Your house is going to be foreclosed

Your father disappears one evening becoming a missing person’s case

And finally, your dear poor friends suddenly die

Catching some sickness after investigating something they refused to tell you about in the forest

It’s there, where you’ve graduated and are at your lowest once again that he makes his move

“It’s been a while, (L/n).”

He’ll skew the events that day claiming the doe was someone else or that it was all a cover

And like that, he’ll slither back into your heart with his leash fully keeping you within his grasp

“For all that trouble, (Y/n) you’re irrevocably mine.”

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grapejuicestyless · 6 months

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Can you please do a conklin oldest sister x Conrad in a best friends to lovers. Like the four times you almost kissed and the one time you did.

I was thinking maybe for one time she’s cleaning him up after the bonfire fight and he’s sorta drunk and thanks her for always caring for him or just ask her why she does it and it gets all tense and then obv they almost kiss and then they get interrupted. And maybe another one in their tween years. The other two can be whatever you want. Also childhood flashbacks and fluff, probably Susannah sorta knowing and shipping too. A tiny bit of angst too. Sorry if this is a lot like your Back to You one! Thanks <3!

Don’t Go.

Conrad Fisher x fem!reader

Flangst

Summery: The THREE times you almost kissed and the one time you did.

“Con.” My voice was soft. His bedroom was quiet, even the softest of whispers echoed through the four walls. Bouncing around and ringing back into our ears.

He hummed in response, eyes stuck to the ceiling. We counted each bump, each paint stroke. Not out of boredom, but because the idea that we could be together, just the two of us in our own little peace was comforting.

“Do you think we’re best friends in every universe?” The question was stuck to my tongue like glue. It almost hurt coming out that way. A double edge sword, in some ways.

In my head, I’d always entertained the idea of Conrad and I. A pairing that just worked. The idea that I could call him mine, his mornings and nights. I enjoyed the daydream of his arms around my own. His shirt in my closet. Not because I stole it, but because he wanted me to have it.

Swallowing, my eyes flickered back over to his face. When I pulled myself from my head, I saw him. His eyes bright, serious and looking deeply into my own. The soft smile on his face said it all, the gentle touch of his shoulder brushing my own. We were so close that his deep breathing caused our skin to touch. Our arms bumping into each other smoothly.

“You trying to get rid of me already? I thought we had a good thing going?” He faked offense, a coy smile on his face turning into one that was purely cheeky. I couldn’t help but laugh. It wasn’t unusual for Conrad to avoid deeper questions. It wasn’t because he couldn’t answer them. No, Conrad was one of the brightest people I knew, if not the most.

So, I pushed at him. Nudged him so he shook. I needed to know. In my eyes, all I could ever see was Conrad. What if he never imagined the same?

His deep sigh sounded distant. I knew then that he understood why I even bothered to ask. He wasn’t annoyed, he never was. It was just a calming pause as he thought of what to say. My breath caught in my throat, there was a pregnant pause. His eyes stuck to ceiling, my hands intertwined over my stomach.

I couldn’t pull my eyes from his face. How beautiful he looked in the setting sun. The rays of warmth dancing through his cracked window, leaving a warm spit on the bed. We soaked it up. I watched how his face never lost the glow of happiness, a gentle smile forever stretched across his calm face.

His smile was always evident, even when he was serious. He once said it was because there was nothing I could do to make him upset. That I was a radiant ball of sunshine, a shot of expresso. I took it as an insult then, I thought he was calling me annoying. Now I understand I was far too immature to understand how poetic he was.

“In every universe.” Again, he looked to me. His eyes were certain of it. Like even if it was unsure that any other universe existed, if one did he was positive that we would be just the same. Laying in the quiet in the warm sunlight, taking in the peace of each other’s presence.

Boundless. Infinite. The only words that could accurately describe us, I believed. The possibilities of what could be. With each passing second, the invisible string that tied us together, tethering around out hearts grew thicker. Tightening between them, the distance left little room to get away.

If I ever decided I hated him, which I understood now would forever be impossible with how grand the impact his love had on my heart was, even then I would forever be tied to his pinky. Stuck to him like glue. We would forever be connected. We were infinite.

And for that time, I swore I could feel some energy pulling him closer. His soft breaths escaping his nose tickled my own. He looked concentrated, almost like he was preoccupied with something. Something that was tugging at him ferociously. For a moment, his bright eyes lowered, darkened by the heaviness of his eyelids. We were stuck, forever inching closer. I wondered if this was really happening.

“Do you ever think of death?” His cheeky smile pulled me again from my overly sentimental ideals. He was serious, he always was when he needed to be. But then again, I know my best friend, I know my Conrad. Its only so long before he retreats back to the warm hug of his poorly timed jokes and mediocre humor.

“Shut up!” I laughed. Even though I had pushed him, the rush of laughter weakened my muscles. Even with all the force of my arms he barely moved. So, collapsed on his bed, we laid in our own shared joy until it faded into another quiet nothingness. And still, we were never bored, but instead basking in the other’s presence. Happy to be able to sit so close and call the other their best friend.

At the time, I prayed he would have kissed me. The thought of it kept me up some nights. What was he playing? What was his reasoning. I realized now that Conrad may not have been going in for something so intimate. He got lost often, trying to find some comedic relief. It was more Jeremiah’s speed, the light hearted jokes and the idiotic tendencies. But we were only fourteen then. Back when the invitation to his bedroom felt like a golden ticket, a privilege to be seated so close to the boy I swooned so horribly over in my prepubescence.

What I didn’t know then, something that was uncertain I certainly knew now. Conrad wasn’t trying to kiss me, and he never would. He was my best friend, my buddy. I was the girl who would stand beside him and wish she could be the girls he fell for each time. We were best friends, in every universe. Infinite.

The grass was wet. Dew covered the blossoming slopes of green, sand packed into the roots, picking up in the gentle breeze. The radio from the ruby red Jeep crackled with the early morning birds. August humidity, blue jays and seagulls singing and squawking. If you moved in the right way, bending your arms outward, the air would fill your shirt and the flapping sound would fill the car unbearably loud. I knew that because Y/n insisted it was freeing. My bare chest in the ocean wasn’t subjected to the same heat she endured. Our clothes didn’t stick the same.

It was a routine now. Every Wednesday, just before the sun fully broke the horizon, Y/n and I would tiptoe as quietly downstairs as we could, simply to be able to refill the muffin tray. Neither of us enjoyed the raisin ones. Laurels favorites, though her sour expression seemed to say otherwise. Maybe it was a health thing, she would never tell us. She was stubborn, and strong. It was obvious that Y/n was her daughter.

The pebbled driveway felt much louder without the accompanying screaming of children and loud engines of lawnmowers. Each step was followed by an apologetic hiss, we would spend a few minutes just getting to the car. The tradition seemed stupid after the first month, but it was so ingrained into our minds, it felt wrong to just rush to the car. It was less fun without the thrill of sneaking out.

She’d always wait until the silent street turned into bustling town roads, families ready to work, friends ready to leave. Once my hands were tied she would roll down her window and shift her body. She would smile at me until I acknowledged it. She was cocky, smug about my growing annoyance.

And at first, it really got on my nerves. Yet, the more and more she did it, the less I cared about the reasons, the more the sound drowned out with the townsfolk laughing just a little too loud for the early morning and the barking dogs and hissing cats.

I never fully enjoyed it. Every sharp corner still hurt my ears, but I never minded it. Her laughter and ease put my mind to rest. More so, it reminded me that this was something only she would do. Only she would think to annoy me with.

My heart fluttered, pathetically at how simple her teasing was and how much it affected me. How her laughter cured any headache. How the leather seats smelled less like the beach and more of Y/n’s summer scents.

She worked two jobs. A coffee shop in the winter and a small ice cream hut in only July. And with each place she visited, she changed ever so slightly.

In December, she smelled of coffee grounds. It was something usually so bitter, but something that mixed so perfectly with her vanilla perfume she’d worn since freshman year, it balanced into something delicate, delicious. It was intoxicating, almost as much as she was.

In the summer, she smelled of strawberry and something sweet. Not quite vanilla, but closely related. It was refreshing, never overpowering. All of the winter washed away, you could practically smell the sand stuck to our skin and salty hair from the water.

I loved how I could smell it. I loved how I knew the difference. It reminded me of all the time we spent together. How lucky I was to have her so close. Even if our time was always so limited. I knew the difference because I payed attention. She was my favorite person, without a doubt. I knew her through and through. Her shampoo, her favorite tops. I knew everything because I loved her. Held her close with no room to let go.

And the more I came to terms with this, the less resistant I became to her teasing. The less resistant I was to the sound of her shirt violently shaking in the wind. The windows being down and letting in the morning chill no longer phased me. It was routine, one I’d grown to love endlessly. One I couldn’t ever part with.

Pulling up to the small bakery that sold the muffins, I could always predict the order. Two chocolate chips, three blueberry, two raisin and one plain. I knew that on the way back to the car, she would be balancing the boxes in her arms, begging me to not help and just open the damn door.

When we’d get back into the car, she’d immediately open a box. Then, we’d split a blueberry muffin. It was tradition.

Always the messy eaters, soon the evidence was left on our faces. Crumbs stuck in the crevices of the leather seats, blue smeared by the corners of our mouths. I couldn’t help hut laugh at her ridiculousness. Her furrowed brows and happy smile. She looked so soft like this. The morning glow and her determination to finish the muffin quickly. It put everything into perspective. A reminder of why I felt so strongly stuck to her.

“You have a little something.” She teased, finger pointing, ironically enough, to a splotch of blue painted on her own face. She was unaware, yet so sure of her own joke she hadn’t gone to wipe her own face prior.

“Oh yeah?” I challenged. She nodded, “Where?” I persisted, I leaned in closer, riling her up. Her hand smeared across my face. Harshly wiping at the crumbs until it was just a faint line of blue from my lip to my cheek.

“Got it.” I pushed away, spitting at her stupid jokes. Truthfully, if it had been anyone else I would’ve yelled. It was childish, annoying. But this was Y/n, so somehow it became rather endearing, sweet.

My eyes locked with the blueberry by the corner of her mouth. She didn’t notice how my face had relaxed into a gentler smile, how my shoulder settled and breathing calmed. As she was thrown into her own laughing fit. Her hands guarded her body and her eyes were teary. It was my chance.

With revenge in my sight, my hand slapped across her face smoothly. Not hard enough to hurt her, but enough to make her eyes snap open and laughing to calm. Smearing her own mess around her face, blue gathered around her skin like a violet tinted lipstick. She looked shocked, only for a minute.

I saw the way her mouth quivered, I felt her heart face. But it all stuttered to a stop when the first laugh escaped her serious gaze. A silent admittance that U had gotten her back, a playful game between the two of us that ended in spilled baked goods and messy skin.

“Truce?” She called in the cool down. My eyes found hers then, and in them held a honest truth, no tricks hidden behind them or malicious intent. Oddly enough, the foolish game between made my body feel warmer, fuzzy. My heart raced. It was something so secretive in a way. Nobody would know what happened here, it was a memory between just us. Something that I only we could smile about.

My head was stuck in a lavender haze, so much so I fell oblivious to the way my hand barely traced her lip. My hands curled into a fist, I rubbed away some violet from the corner of her mouth. It was gentle, feathery light even.

I am reminded every time I touch her that I do not have her, and blinded by the possibility that one day I could. Her skin feels natural under my fingers. Maybe its the fact I’ve known the girl for my whole life, or maybe its my own unshakeable love for her. Still, for some reason I am stuck with my hand by her cheek, with my eyes concentrated on the way shes smiling while I do it.

“Conrad?” Her voice is soft, nervous almost. I look to meet her eyes, but I keep my hand still, slipping just below her jawline. There I swipe my hand under it to cradle her head by her ear. I leave a trail of evidence in my wake, it reminds me of how playful we were, how painfully platonic her jokes were. It almost burns to hold her now, so my hands fall to my sides.

In my little resistance left, I held back. But more than anything, I wanted to place my lips against hers. She looked so much like home. She was everything to me. But her voice and her concern reminds me that her lips are not mine to kiss. I clear my throat, trying not to seem so flustered.

“Sorry, I spaced out.” It wasn’t exactly a lie. Y/n was guilty of having a magnetism that felt almost obnoxious. It pulls you in, and once your in its hold, its impossible to remember reality.

“Yeah, yeah. Its fine. We should probably get back.” I nodded in agreement, but even with my eyes pulled away from her, all my willpower used up on trying to not look at her, I notice her hurt tone. How she seems almost distant, disappointed. She shifts in her seat when the car starts again. Suddenly the muffin tastes bitter under its sweat exterior. And I am filled with regret.

“Conrad, I’m going to grab a drink, you want your usual?” I nodded, eyes watching how she weaved between the crowd, her shoulders shrink and her waist turns until shes gone into the night.

I forget how many people are around when shes so close. It’s embarrassing how obsessed I feel around her. I can feel how my heart beats aggressively whenever shes around, I wonder if she feels it to. I think about taking her hand, placing it on my chest and asking her. Its a thought that comes solely because I am drunk. I know it. Sober me would never have to courage, the audacity to go onto her so quickly. But the liquor is the microphone and I am projecting my feelings more openly than ever before.

I think of all the times we came so close. How when she asked if we would be forever together, I choked and pushed away what was presented. It was romantic, and we were so young. Then I had never felt more confident and I held back. She gives me another chance, as I wipe away all crumbs and I fold again. I am conscious of my surroundings, of my feelings. I am aware of the consequences.

“…Y/n.” The name is fuzzy, I am still coming out of my daydreams, my head is clearing again when the sound of her name comes up out of the blue. When I turn I see a scattered group of younger boys. High schoolers, no doubt. I see the way they search into the distance like I had. Not seeing anyone but wishing they could.

Its a blur, how it happens. One of them says something stupid, horny and drunk and suddenly we are in the sand. My knuckles are bloody, my nose is bleeding. I hear him grunting underneath my body, I am suddenly aware that I am winning.

“Conrad!” Her voice is heavenly, but I don’t pull my punches. I am angry, defending her like I owe it to her. I don’t even know if he’s hitting back anymore. I can’t feel it, I’m going numb.

“Conrad!” Her hands yank at me until I stand. He’s still swinging, but he’s missing. Bruises are forming, his mouth is bleeding. I feel no remorse. I am not sorry, not until I turn around and see her.

Her eyes are glistening, and her nose is scrunched. Whether from her threatening tears or the stench of sweat and smoke. I cannot tell. But I know how her lip is quivering, how hard she is holding back. Whether it is sadness or anger, I do not want to know.

Watching her stare me down, its like letting the high come down. The numbness fades, turns out the boy had gotten some punches. My body is littered in bruises and cuts from his nails.

When she drags me away, I understand how naive I was for thinking she would appreciate the violence. All of this happens so quick, I didn’t even get to tell her it only happened because all I want is for her to be respected. I did it to defend her. Shes silent, breathing heavily to make the escape, nobody has to know what happened but us.

Shes a good friend to me, shes always there. Its stupid how my heart flutters again, how it drops into my stomach and back up again. I want to hurl, I am so anxious of her reaction. And all I want is for her to hold me and tell me I did her right.

The stench of smoke was stuck in the air. Even in a ventilated room, one filled with cracked open windows and boundless moonlight bleeding across the floor. The white tiles speckled with crimson red dots, a reckless line to the toilet.

I had him in my hands, cheeks squished under my palms, toilet paper held against his nose. His breathing was stuffy, heavy. All remnants of the evening.

If I knew how much trouble he would cause, I wouldn’t have walked away. No, if I knew he would suffer, I wouldn’t have left.

His eyes are shifty, glossy and wide. He is drunk, and emotional. He wouldn’t ever tell me why, but I assume its because the bruises that make him flinch each time he stretches too far out.

He hiccups, groaning and holding his side. I almost roll my eyes at his stupidity.

“Hold still.” I say it under my breath, focused on prying away the tissue from him nose. I blot at the crimson that stains his peachy skin. His eyes shut tightly, tears fall from the corners. He hasn’t cried in front of me in awhile, it makes my heart stop.

His hand fumbles for mine, and once its found, suddenly I’m holding it. He’s not squeezing, but I can feel how he resists the urge to. He does one time, squeeze my hand. When I hiss, he apologizes repeatedly.

“It’s okay, I know, I know.” I plead for him to stop so I can finish. He is drunk and I an no better. I am halfway to where he is, a red solo cup spilled on the beach that would’ve led me there.

“See? All done.” Tossing the red wine stained tissue into the trash, his eyes open. They are foggy, and he is quiet. For a minute I think he might vomit, but it never comes and the floor is just as clean as it was when we came.

“You always take care of me.” He breaks the heavy silence. Neither of us are sure if Im angry or not. Neither of us can decide it.

“No I don’t.” I remember the time he fell of the monkey bars in pre-school and I laughed until he got so angry that he shoved me into the grass. I remember how in middle school, when a girl had a crush on him I told her he still slept with a night light. It wasn’t a lie-but it was cruel.

“Yes you do, you always do.” He thinks of the time when I got the last chocolate soft serve and he wanted it so desperately. How he didn’t even beg me, I wanted to see him happy so I shared. He thinks of the time his first girlfriend dumped him so we called the entire night until she was a distant memory. He thinks of all the good, while I only see the bad.

“Why do you do it?” Because I love you, you idiot. What I want to say, but never will. Because with each chance that I think he might feel the same, with every chance we have at becoming more, he slips away. And my heart breaks.

“I don’t know.” I wonder of he can hear how fast my heart is beating. I feel it in my stomach, it’s in my ears, ringing.

His hand is hot on mine when he changes the way it fits against his. He no longer cups my palm out of stress in pain, but intertwines our fingers.

“You’re always there for me.” He’s drunk rambling now, he still has that same drunken expression stuck to his face. I nod, I feel him pull me closer.

My body slots between his thighs, I am looking down at him. His breath is heavy, I can feel his palms getting sweaty.

“Conrad, we should really get you to bed.” I try and keep us apart. Truthfully, even with the stench of beer on his breath and the unbearable heat of the summer night, my knees are still weak and my heart is still racing.

I try and pull away, removing myself. But I become a rubber band. My arm extends, and he’s pulling me right back to where I was before. It’s like we haven’t moved.

“Don’t go.” He says it quietly, but the way he says it makes me want to stay forever with him just like this. His eyes are glossy, searching my face. I feel how his other hand fingers its way to my jawline.

He doesn’t ghost over my skin like he did in the car, his touch is heavy, firm. The rest of my body feels cold without his touch. His fingertips set my jawline on fire.

“Con.” I plead. I want it more than anything, to be held by him so intimately. But he’s drunk, he doesn’t truly want this. He’s horny and I made the mistake of getting too close.

“Y/n.” He smiles devilishly. His face is so much closer before. I’m aware of that now that I’m truly paying attention. His hand is behind my ear, fisting at my hair. It doesn’t hurt, physically.

When our foreheads bump, I become stuck. He’s so damn magnetic, I cannot move away.

“Don’t go, okay?” He asks again, breathlessly. My hand is dropped, my waist is being cradled and I am fully committed to him.

Nodding, I cave but I can’t stop shaking. I want this, but if we kiss and in the morning he decides he doesn’t want it, it would shatter me forever.

His nose bumps mine clumsily, and his breath is heavy. He doesn’t seem anxious, scared. But his heart isn’t beating like mine. He’s sweating not from fear, but from the alcohol. Suddenly I want to escape. I can’t be here any longer.

“Y/n? Conrad! Are you in there?” Belly knocks on the door frantically and I pull away so fast, he can’t grab me and beg for me to stay. He can’t trap me.

Shes confused, face illuminated by the light of the bathroom. The hallways is dark behind her and our shoulders brush.

I don’t trust myself within the walls of this house. I walk away from it with all my willpower. I’m gone and I don’t stop going until the road stops curving and I am in the middle of a patch of unclaimed land. Where the grass is untamed and the moon is darker behind the trees.

Its overdramatic, the way I struggle to breathe. Its like his hand wasn’t just there on my jaw, but squeezing. My skin hurts where his body touched mine. He doesn’t want me, I am reminded. He is drunk. Why else would he suddenly present himself and beg for me to stay.

I know it only hurts so much because it’s Conrad. My buddy, my best friend. The love of my life. I remember how he begged me not to go, how he praised me. Buttering me up just for him to leave in the morning.

I held my breath just a little longer than I should have. Waiting for him to chase after me. Tell me one last time to never leave him, that he really did love me. That he really did want me.

But I am not naive, or stupid. I know he is fast asleep by now. I imagine Belly tucked him into bed quickly after I left. He is sleeping peacefully, and while I rip out my hair, he will be blissfully unaware in the morning.

“Why are you angry?” Susannah pried, flipping through her magazine. She was slouched on the couch, a sundress draped over her body. She was glowing, unbothered completely by my sour mood.

“I’m not mad.” I sat next to her, stiff. If I were to sink into her shoulder, surely I would crack. I stared at the blank TV, too scared to make another sound or to move.

When I heard the crinkle of the paper and a soft slap against the wooden table, I silently cursed myself.

“Y/n, honey.” God, I wanted to punch her in her perfectly white teeth then. How kind and observant she was. She was almost condescending when she said my name again. Neither of us were idiots, neither of us oblivious.

I had been avoiding Conrad like the plague for the past week. When he woke up the next morning, unaware of what happened, confused about why I looked so exhausted, so frustrated I finally bent too far and snapped.

Looking into his eyes made me feel nothing but guilt. I swore to keep that night out of sight then. If he didn’t know, then nobody had to. We could go back to normal. But still, I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t forget the way his breath was warm against mine, how his hands felt under my shirt. How he begged me to stay. It was all I ever wanted.

I didnt tell her, still. And my lies were shallow. Unbelievable.

“Did something happen between you and Conrad?” Her voice was innocent, light, airy. And her touch, the exact opposite of her sons, was so confident, so sure. Like there was nothing I could do or say to change how she saw me. And though she played coy, her smile told me she knew. She’d known for awhile.

I stuttered on my breath, only able to shake my head. My cheeks heated and lips bitten raw.

“Honey Im no idiot, I know you just like I know my son.” Her hands stopped running through my hair, falling to her sides. She sympathized with me, and the look in my eyes told me she knew more than what happened that night.

“So you know, then.” And silently, we both understood that we weren’t talking about the late night rendezvous and blood staining the bathroom tiles.

“I’ve always known.” Her eyes crinkled when she smiled. My shoulders felt heavy then. Maybe he knew too, maybe thats why I freaked out.

Her hand rubbed my cheek, it felt nice to not shy away from her. Melting into her shoulder, I let her hold me like her daughter while we stared into blank space.

“What if it’s never the same?” It was my greatest what if. Determining if my confession I had been secretly brewing for years would ever be able to be taken back. If we could ever go back to the simplicity of our youth.

“Somethings are worth the risk.” Her words stuck to me like glue. And though I knew she was right, I couldn’t help but run away from the elephant in the room, I couldn’t help but abandon Conrad.

When the house is cold and empty later, I come out of my room and into the light. It is when everything is silent and untouched that I allow myself to bask in the warm setting sun in the kitchen. I let the summer air kiss my skin and I clear my head.

The pans in the sink clank behind me and the refrigerator opens. Its not dark quite yet, but its dimmer out, so the light from the refrigerator illuminates the countertops, signaling it was opened. However, whoever had entered hadn’t said a thing yet, I can’t help but hold my breath.

“Can I sit?” His voice is low, unsure. It reflects the exact opposite of our last night together. I want to run again, my skin suddenly feels too tight over my bones, everything is caving in. But then I remember what Susannah said. He would be my greatest what if of my life if I never tried to mend and move forward. Conrad is the biggest risk that I am forever willing to take.

“Yeah, of course.” Its awkward between us now, and I am aware that everything is already never the same. There is no going back. I want to leave now, now that I know what he feels like. But my heart aches and my mind won’t stop screaming at me to ask.

I fiddle with my hands, looking outside, I can feel his eyes on mine. I decide then to screw it all, I have to leave. Screw the plan, screw my brewing confessions, screw mending and forgiving and forgetting. I can’t. I’m lost and so is he.

When the chair slides out from under me, I don’t expect the other to hiss across the wooden floor behind me. I don’t expect him to grab my wrist and pull me back.

“Don’t go.” It was quiet, but it was confident. He was sure for once. And I could see it in his eyes that he remembered. That he understood why I was running. More than that, I could see how he was hurting just as I was.

“Why’d you do it, Conrad?” My mind is silent after the echoing words come out of my mouth. He shakes his head, and I try and break free. He’s not really hurting me, but he is and he refuses to talk to me.

“No, Y/n…” He pulls me back. I don’t stop trying to escape.

“Tell me and I’ll stop, tell me and I’ll stop.” I beg, my throat is sore, and my eyes ache from holding back my tears. It’s pathetic how quickly I am worked up over him. When I was the one to leave in the first place.

“Stop. Stop it.” I am struggling against him, his hands try to find my wrists desperately. When he finds them, I am stuck in place, his hands like shackles.

“Stop it!” He yells, his voice rings in my ears.

“Why didn’t you tell me!” My tears are falling quickly, and they are hot with how angry I am.

“I don’t know!” He begged me to understand, to see his side. But all I can remember is how stupid I felt all these weeks. How the flashbacks of the times it almost happened haunted me. How I believed he never really wanted me.

“You knew, you knew and you made me feel like an idiot!” I pushed him back, but with his hands on my wrists I only went back with him.

“Y/n.” He’s patient, he always has been, but I’m wearing him thin. I know it. I need him to snap, I need it.

“Why didn’t you tell me! Why!” I begged him for an honest answer, I pushed him and I didn’t stop until he was just as desperate.

“I was scared!” He said it like it was a solution.

“So was I, you asshole!” We were out if breath, sitting in a brief silence. I looked away to collect myself, catch my breath but the second he was back in my eye sight, all my composure was gone again.

“You never gave me the chance.” He says it softer than before, but its just as vicious.

“Was I supposed to wait for you to get the balls? You came downstairs perfectly fine while I was tearing myself apart with guilt! Me! When you were the one who was begging me to stay!” I match his tone. Its frantic, I’ve never felt more stressed.

“Y/n, please.” The more he says my name, the more angry I get. The less patient I get. And I am not patient.

“Can you not see how in love with you I an you idiot! Are you that blind or do you get pleasure from ripping me apart?” My confession weighs on him like a ton of bricks, I feel his hands stutter on mine. I see his mouth freeze and the color drain from his face.

If I didn’t feel stupid before, I feel it now. I feel more than stupid, I feel crushed. Completely shattered by his silent rejection.

He drops his hands, too in shock to keep such a strong grip. Tears are welling up again, and my lip refuses to stop quivering. I can’t hold it together and I’ve already made enough of a fool out of myself. I have to leave. Its the only thing I’m good at.

Turning swiftly on my heals, I make my escape, eyes set on the door ahead. But there it is again. His hand on my wrist. And its yanking at me more than ever before. It’s spinning me around until I am secure in Conrad’s arms and his lips are pressed to mine so quickly, there is no time to second guess it.

Its heavenly, the way his mouth molds to mine, the way its not rushed. Even after all this time, he is patient. He is playing it out and we are both enjoying it. His kiss happened in a way that nobody else would ever be able to recreate. The sparks were deadly, it was all too much for anything to ever be the same.

We were breathless then, when he pulled away and the look in his eyes was sparkling, almost as beautiful as his smile.

“Conrad, I…” He’s smiling at my shock and his hands are on my cheeks now. His touch his firm and he’s never letting go. We don’t have to speak to understand that this is what we are now. Silently, we are agreeing to be more, and I understand that he’s not going anywhere.

And he kisses me in a way that would screw me up forever.

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0xstarzx0 · 7 days

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TEARS |ONE SHOT|

S1 Rafe x F Reader!

{OPEN COMMAND}

[English is not my native languagess❗️❗️]

SYNOPSIS: Rafe Cameron takes revenge by all possible means.

TW: NON-CON, DUB-CON, violence, alcohol, sex, rape, insult.

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If you could pick a horrible day in your life, you’d pick tonight.

You don’t know when the party went wrong, you remember dancing with Sarah your best friend and with your boyfriend JJ at midsummer, then everything went fast. JJ who is taken away by security he throws you a bad look then goes hand in hand with your worst enemy Kiara.

You realized something was wrong, and when you called your boyfriend and you went straight to voicemail, you got it.

Your relationship was over, maybe not for you, but for him, it was decided. You were no longer his girlfriend.

That’s how you ended up on the side of the road alone in the middle of the night with a bottle of alcohol in your hand. Your makeup was ruined, your hair that took you so long to straighten looked like nothing and you didn’t walk straight in your white heels which was in connection with your long white dress.

you walked aimlessly when the lights of a car lit you, you did not stop. However, the car slowed down, the passenger window fell down. You did not pay attention and continued to walk.

"Well, wouldn’t that be Maybank’s girlfriend?" asks a male voice. You stop and the car too. you look at your interlocutor to see Rafe Cameron, elbows out detailing you like a predator.

you wipe your tears and look at him. "Ex-girlfriend." you say while drinking a sip of alcohol. he raises his eyebrows and a smile appears on his face, an unhealthy smile.

"Do you want to change your mind with us?" he asks, you approach the vehicle and see Topper and Kelce. Kelce shakes while laughing a little white bag. "I’m not using drugs," you say away.

"It’s okay, as long as you drink it’s cool, right?" he turns to the boys, they laugh. You look at them before heading towards the back of the car, you get in the latter.

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You were laughing with Rafe in the back, going all over the empty roads of the Outer Banks. "You know what Y/N?" asks Rafe louder than music. "What Cameron?"

"I would be able to fuck you right now and no one would say anything and maybe send a picture of me fucking you to JJ," Rafe said. You laugh and hit his shoulder. "You’re not funny" he grabs your chin. "I wasn’t laughing Y/N."

His hand moves to your thigh, she goes under your dress, you grab his hand. "Rafe, I’m… sorry but I’ve been drinking too much and.." You start backing up, but he grabs your arm and brings you closer.

"Come on, just for one night, I could make you come like a real guy." He’s holding your wrists tight." Rafe please let me go." He does not listen to you and leans forward, he is on you, he kisses you the top of your chest, neck and face. Rafe" you say trying to get him out.

"Yo top, turn up the sound Dude," he says as his hands slip under your dress. Topper turns up the volume. You fight but Rafe is decided.

Rafe grabs your wrists and puts it next to your head, with another hand he undoes his belt. Rafe please-" he cuts you by gently brushing your hair, his hand moves to your throat." You turned me on, so let me finish what you started" without even warning, it sinks into you. You moan with surprise and he starts to go back and forth with his pelvis.

You’re crying as it penetrates you, your body is paralyzed by fear. His thrusts become increasingly brutal and violent, his breath against your ear disgusts you. You’d like to scream but no sound comes out except for the whimpers of surprise.

He gets up and hangs his hands on your hips, your head bangs against the back door. "Yo Kelce, look at Maybank’s girlfriend, she’s not the prettiest slut you’ve ever seen?" he asks. Kelce turns around and a proud smile is drawn on his face. "the most beautiful slut" he laughs.

Rafe leans in your ear. "Did you hear that, sweetie? Most beautiful slut." He gives you a slap, not strong enough for her to hurt you but enough to bring you back to reality.

the reality in which Rafe rapes you.

he accelerates and you tighten around him, without warning, he empties into you. Your legs hurt terribly, they tremble with pain while the rest of your body trembles with fear and shame.

Rafe sits back in his seat, with a wave of his hand he pulls your legs away. he taps Topper’s seat telling him to stop.

Rafe looks at you, his eyes are empty, no regrets, was he proud?

He opens his door and goes down, he goes around the car and opens your door. he grabs you by the arms and takes you out. He poses on the side of the road and looks. he crouches down to be at your level.

He lifts your chin and wipes the tears running down your cheek. That was for Top’s boat." You shake your head and try to get away from him. He grabs you by the back of your head and forces you to look at him." If you tell anyone what just happened, I swear I’ll kill you, okay?"

"I don’t have anything to deserve this." You say trembling. Rafe gets up. "You knew what you were doing when you’d rather go out with Jj than me." He goes back in the car and leaves.

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aphroditelovesu · 11 months

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Um, hello there. I just wanted to ask, can you write yandere headcanons of House Lannister? I just read that you can, but if not then I’m sorry and you can skip it anyway. But if you can then it’ll be wonderful

2nd request: ''Hi, umm… I know that you’re probably busy with requests and asks, but um can you write Yandere platonic Lannisters with the Reader? If you can of course'' - send by Anon.

"Hear Me Roar." — House Lannister.

❝ 🦁— lady l: I'm sorry for the delay but I think you're used to it, right? Lol, I really apologize. These last few months have been absolute madness and my grandfather is sick, my father too and everything is out of control. Anyway, I hope you like these headcanons!

❝tw: obsessive and possessive behavior, mention of death by fire, threats and implied murder.

❝🦁pairing: yandere platonic!house lannister x gender neutral!reader.

None of this was planned or thought through. Just happened. Your introduction to House Lannister just…happened. Some would say you were lucky, others that you were cursed to have to deal with this family, but none of that really mattered. It didn't matter because you're with them and they won't let you.

Contrary to what many people think, your family was already close in the right measure to the Lannisters, your family was from a House Vassal of the Lannisters so you already had a connection, but it wasn't really strong or similar to what it became in the next few years. Your mother was a close friend of Joanna's and both of them shared the pregnancy, you grew up alongside the twins and that was something that solidified the bond between the three of you.

You, Cersei and Jamie were inseparable. Though Tywin was initially apprehensive about this relationship, Joanna eased her husband's concerns by demonstrating how much she adored you too. It was quite common to see the three of you playing together at Casterly Rock for everyone's amusement. The three of you were never apart, and Cersei sulked when she was forced to say goodbye to you. She hated it.

Tywin was never really close to you, it wasn't because he had anything against you or anything, he was just distant. But that all changed when tragedy struck your family and you were forced to flee to the protection of the Lannisters. Your parents had apparently insulted the Mad King and, as a form of punishment, he had given orders to burn your family. You were the only one to survive because you were protected by Tywin and Joanna. They were your family now. Whether you want to or not.

Cersei was over the moon when she heard you were her sibiling now. And Jamie couldn't be happier to finally have you with them, really with them. Joanna didn't mind, she was happy and she really adored you and was quick to refer to you as hers, Tywin tried to be rational and the voice of reason saying you'd just stay with them until everything worked out, but nothing would work out, not after he became as obsessed with you as the rest of your family.

Joanna was a loving and very kind mother, she absolutely adored you and spoiled you in spades. You were allowed to do whatever you wanted and get away with no punishment. She tried to fight her growing obsession, she really tried out of consideration for her late friend but when you called her ''mother'' for the first time, there was no going back. You were hers from that moment on. She loves spending time with you, reading or doing whatever you like.

Tywin was an authoritative figure and that has never changed over the years, he has only the best for you in mind and that's why he is so strict, but he has a soft side that shows only to his wife and you. He tries to be as tough as his wife doesn't even try, but he will always give in to you. Especially if you look at him with tears in your eyes, his heart melts right there and he does what you ask on the spot. Just like Joanna, you can get away with whatever you do because to him you could never do wrong. You were perfect, and anyone who dared to disagree would find it no good to cross Tywin Lannister.

Jamie is the quietest of his family, he is the understanding brother with your feelings and is always there to protect and take care of you. He is the most protective of his family and he is very suspicious of anyone who tries to get too close to you. He will get into fights for you, feeling proud and triumphant when he gets your support during a fight. Jamie adores you so much, you're the closest thing to an understanding brother he's ever had and he'd be damned if he let anyone take you away. You were a Lannister and always would be.

Cersei is the most possessive and greedy of her family, she will do anything to get your attention and will fly into a rage if she doesn't get it. She hates sharing you with anyone other than her and her twin brother. Cersei might even see you as she sees Jamie, as an extension of herself and not really a person. Like a possession. Something that belongs to her and she's not the type to share. She loves spending time with you, talking, gossiping or just enjoying your company.

The whole family was happy, everyone adored you and you adored them. Everything was perfect. Tywin and Joanna were your loving parents and Cersei and Jamie your mischievous and clingy siblings. Everything was perfect like it's never been before. Until Joanna got pregnant again. Everyone was happy about her pregnancy, including you who were longing for a younger sibling. Cersei wasn't really happy about it all, seeing as you seemed to spend more time with mom than with her because of the pregnancy. Jamie had no problem with that, not like her sister, and just enjoyed this period of Joanna's life.

When the day of delivery finally came, it was difficult and painful, you were there the whole time and you saw Joanna Lannister die. Your mother. It was as if your world had collapsed, not just yours, but Tywin and the twins' as well. You welcomed with joy Tyrion, but your father and sibilings did not. They rejected him, treating him like nothing and blaming him for Joanna's death. During the long period of mourning, you were the only company Tywin sought out. You tried to comfort him and seek solace for yourself, you were the only one to witness the Lord of Casterly Rock's vulnerability.

You were Tyrion's only constant companion as he grew up, constantly despised by his family and those around him for being a dwarf, he clung to you more and more. You were the only person who really cared for him, the one who convinced Tywin and Cersei to act with a modicum of decency around Tyrion, at least while you're around.

Tyrion is the most abrasive of his family regarding his obsession with you, he knows very well that his feelings are wrong, to say the least, but he tries to control as much as he can, although he can't help but be so attached to you. He craves your attention and approval as he grows up and even as an adult that hasn't changed. He wants your approval, if he can't get it from his father then he wants his. He is very kind to you, but he is still a Lannister, and may the Seven have mercy on anyone who dares to harm you, for Tyrion would be sure to ruin them utterly.

All Lannisters are obsessed with you in their own way and have their own infighting, Tywin and Cersei want to keep you away from Tyrion as they are sure Tyrion will be your undoing, Jamie is happy to see that you care too about your brother and he makes sure you spend your days with him and Tyrion, much to the chagrin of your father and sister. They all fight each other and wouldn't mind killing each other to have you. But everything changes when there is a threat against you and they all quickly join together to get rid of that threat quickly and painfully. May the Seven forbid anything to happen to you, for you can be sure the whole family would go wild and most likely blame each other.

There are rumors that Tywin supported Robert Baratheon because of a personal revenge, some say it was because of what the Mad King did for your dead family, others say it's because Rhaegar insulted him. Rhaegar insulted him by wanting to take you as his spouse instead of Cersei, and Tywin could not allow that. He would not allow his beloved child to be taken from him. And Cersei agreed with that completely, she didn't want you to marry and leave her, Jamie didn't seem to mind too much but he doesn't like the idea of being taken away from you, as long as you were happy he would be fine. Tyrion is the most selfless and says that if you ever want to marry, he will support you, as long as it is someone he has highly valued. You are a Lannister and therefore you must have only the best and your family will ensure that. They promise you.

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yawnderu · 5 months

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Cowgirl - Simon ''Ghost'' Riley/TF141 x Reader | Act I

Bang.

The deafening sound rings in her ears, numbing everything else around her until another body hits the floor with a loud thud, the lifeless eyes of her former teammate staring right into her soul. That's three of them.

The warm muzzle of the gun pressing against the back of her head does nothing other than make an amused huff of air escape her nose, gaze drifting around the shallow grave where her team laid rest. She looks over her shoulder, raising an eyebrow to the executioner.

''So?'' The muzzle presses harder against her head, yet the feeling is not uncomfortable.

''Huh?'' The man taunts, lips tugging up into an amused smirk as he stares down at her, trigger finger still itchy as he focuses on the last survivor.

''Saved the best for last?'' Her cocky tone makes him scoff, face now lighting up into something more honest, a real smile decorating his features in what feels like forever.

''We're getting a pretty penny for you, Sunshine.'' Now it's her turn to scoff at the callsign, fully turning her body to look up at him now that the gun is back in its holster.

''You're not killing me?'' She gives him an exasperated expression, pointer finger jabbing his chest multiple times as he backs out, hands raised in mock defense as the younger girl goes on and on.

''You killed all my friends, you... weirdo.'' She spits out the first insult she can think of, still jabbing away at his chest despite the amused expression decorating his attractive features.

''It's only fair you kill me too.'' His hand grabs her wrist gently, keeping her reddening finger away from his chest until she begins to jab away with her free hand... now he has two puny wrists in his hand, and a very energetic firebrand with itchy fingers staring up at him.

''Sunny, Sunshine, light of my life... fire of my loins—'' He dodges the kick thrown to his groin, smile growing wider as he looks down at her.

''I'm not killing you. We're... relocating you.'' He sees the lack of amusement in her face and his expression softens.

''Right. Who... bought me?'' The word feels almost filthy to say, yet she's calling it for what it is— he's giving her away for money, to another team that isn't even her own, right after killing her teammates in front of her. He knows how bad it is, but at the end of the day, it's business.

''Kate Laswell, for some Task Force in the SAS.'' She sighs in exasperation, yet she's not struggling in his hold anymore. His free hand drops to her waist, squeezing softly to get her attention.

''For what it's worth, I'm sorry. You know how things work around here.'' The hand holding her wrists now goes up to her cheek, cupping it just to see the ugly scowl adorning her expression.

''Fuck you. Fuck you and everyone around this shitty place.'' She pushes him away, stomping the other way and making sure to step on any cracks she can find on the ground in childish hopes his back will break. She'll definitely be missed by her captors.

''Behave.'' He gave her ass a soft pat, barely managing to dodge the punch thrown his way before he's pushing her to the group of men, all of them wearing SAS patches, along with the British flag decorating their gear. It was awkward, to say the least, but he left as soon as he came. Her eyes drift towards him, almost pleading. Almost, because she'd never beg him for anything.

''Right.'' A deep voice interrupts the silence, one of his hands planted firmly on her shoulder as he offers her a warm smile, bucket hat adding more friendliness his face. She seems unsure at first before nodding her head, offering his arm a very awkward pat that drags a laugh out of him, simply opting for a handshake.

''Captain John Price.'' He introduces himself, hand still firmly on her shoulder as he moves out of the way, the other three members of his team now visible.

''Sergeant John MacTavish, goes by Soap.'' He pointed towards the burly man with the mohawk, his hand extended to her and a small smile on his scarred face.

''Sunshine. Please give me a new callsign.'' She shakes his hand, a small grimace on her face at the embarrassment of having to use her callsign. The men laugh— all but one, the brooding man with the skull mask.

''Sergeant Kyle Garrick, goes by Gaz.'' She shakes his hand as well, admiring the man for a few seconds before letting go, managing to offer him a small smile that is quickly returned.

''And there he is— Simon Riley, goes by Ghost.'' He stares at her extended hand for a second before shaking it, his hold firm but managing to still be gentle. Her head tilts slightly as she looks up at him after they both let go, eyes narrowing for a second as she focuses on the dead brown eyes staring back.

''You remind me of someone. You're so serious, though.'' To her surprise, his eyes flicker with amusement as he lets out a soft chuckle, unsure on what to add to her comment. Price takes her away before he can even think, giving her a basic introduction to the team and what everyone's role is in the team— and what her role will be.

His brown eyes stay focused on her figure as she walks away with Price, curious as to why a soldier from another task force was added out of nowhere with no warnings.

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Close Ties (Daemon Targaryen x Female Reader) (Modern AU) (Non canon) (18+)

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Chapter 10

Summary : After your confrontation with Cassandra, Daemon comforts you in the best possible way.

Warning: 18+, dad's best friend trope, canon (we don't know her..don't like don't read), feeling of hopelessness, uncle Daemon kink (you don't have to squint), familial uncle niece sort of relationship but he's not really her uncle, there will be more smut later, significant age gap but reader is in her mid twenties, mention of infidelity, divorce, smoking and alcohol drinking, physical violence implied

You were taken aback when Cassandra revealed that she had slept with Dylan without warning because a small part of you had hoped that this was all a misunderstanding.

“What?” You asked her, voice riddled with a tinge of surprise, she crossed her arms in response.

“Is that why you have been acting weird lately because you think I slept with Dylan?” she asked you, making you scoff at the statement.

“Did you?”

"Of course not, I just said it to see if you'd admit why you've been acting strange lately. I know that your Uncle Daemon has been in your ear, trying to turn you against me,"

“For fucks sake” Daemon mumbled under his mouth as his jaw clenched in anger,

“We should go discuss this in my room” You said as you walked past her, all of you went went upstairs as you didn't want to make a scene in the lobby itself, you opened the door to your room and she entered first, you were about to go in as well but Daemon grabbed your arm to pull you outside before he closed the door so she she won't be able to eavesdrop.

“Don't back away in front of her alright?” You nodded as he said that “I'm here whenever you need me” he kissed your forehead and walked backwards while he kept his eyes on you. He didn't want to act if he had to babysit you, you were twenty five and you were surely capable of standing up for yourself.

As you stepped inside the room she was on her phone and as you slammed the door shut loudly she finally looked up and rolled her eyes.

“Y/n I can't believe you have been doubting me over that old man's word” she said with a frown on her face but also seemed disinterested at the same time.

“Look Cassandra, that man is my… he's my family okay? You are not going to insult him anymore in front of me” you crossed your arms in a defensive stance, he was off limits to her or anyone else from now on.

“Family? Didn't he leave when he got married or should I say found his actual family and then came back as soon as his wife had dumped his sorry ass” she chuckled and somehow that spiked the frustration you felt towards her.

“Just shut the fuck up …we are not here to talk about Daemon “

“It's weird how you keep addressing him by his name these days”

“Why were you in Italy with Dylan?” she was trying to divert the situation but you weren't going to back away, you wanted Daemon to see that you weren't just a weak willed woman that would allow someone like Cassandra to walk all over yourself.

You didn't tell her that you just had an inkling about her rendezvous but asked her the question as a matter of fact to see how she'd react, she looked down for a moment and then looked up again, her eyes were teary now as if she wasn't refuting your claims just now. Why weren't you able to see through her all these years?

“Nothing is going on between me and Dylan, honestly you really think I'd do that to you?” Her voice became softer so you sighed, you could tell she was lying to you “Besides he was never really my type, I only date men that are to my level alright girl?”

He most definitely was her type you thought.

“Are you just going to keep lying to me?” You said to her and she groaned in response.

“Arghhh fine I slept with him in Italy..happy?” Your eyes welled up as she said that.

“Is this all just a big joke to you?” you chuckled in disbelief, the situation kept getting worse.

“Why does it matter now? He cheated on you, remember? I swear I only seduced him so I could teach him a lesson…you're my best friend..do you really think I'd hurt you like that?”

“Yess I do think you'd hurt me like that, because you have done it before..Seth, Roy ..you slept with those guys even though I liked them” she chuckled as you said that.

“What? I didn't even know you liked them”

“Really? You didn't know..you couldn't tell that i did? Aren't you my best friend?”

“Wow you're really blaming me for stealing guys when the truth is they wanted me and not you?”

“Yeah Dylan wanted you too?”

“Yeah he did, he always did but I never did anything until you two were done with” the nerve she had was only infuriating you more and more.

“That guy didn't just cheat on me..he hit me”

“And I was furious, wasn't i? I went to his place to give him a piece of my mind and we were arguing and there was this tension between us–”

Your eyes widened even more as she said that,

“You have been fucking him since then huh? You came back to me that day and pretended to hate him while you had just fucked him”

“That's ..not what I meant..” she stuttered and you were just done with her, you didn't want an explanation, you had reached the point where you just didn't care anymore about salvaging this friendship or whatever was left of it.

“SHUT THE FUCK UP CASSANDRA WALLIS “ you raised your voice so she stood up and looked at you shocked. Where did you get such courage from she wondered.

“Nice really nice…you made a new friend so now you're discarding me so efficiently”

“If I wanted to discard you I'd have done so before..you don't respect me at all, you have no fucking boundaries, you slept with my uncle even though you knew i didn't want things to get weird..but that wasn't enough, you had to act like a fucking psychopath with him when he dumped your whorish ass for good. All you care about is yourself and perhaps you know that being a whore n what not you'd never actually find a decent guy so you try to sabotage my happiness at every chance you get..now get the fuck out of my room”

As you were done speaking your chest was heaving with an insurmountable amount of rage you felt towards her. She swiftly walked past you, tears were streaming down her face which most probably were being shed to make you feel guilty.

As she stepped out Daemon was standing right outside, he had a smirk on his face as he looked at her,

“You did this didn't you..you can't stand me..you ruined your friendship and now you have ruined mine” she screamed at him so he placed his fingers in his ears and gestured for her to leave but she just stood there and stared at him with a manic look on her face.

“Go on..you'd have to book a flight back to London now that your trust fund is parting ways with you”

She stomped on her feet but instead of going to her room she leaped into him instead and tried to kiss him, that's when he grabbed her arms and pushed her against the wall in order to control her,

“Kiss me dae please i love you ..i have been falling for you and it hurts that you won't just pay me attention” she was crying profusely so he rolled his eyes in frustration. In that moment she was the spitting image of Stella to him.

“Go home Cassandra..find someone else because I'd never allow you to hurt her again” he stepped away from her so she huffed again to go to her room that was right next to yours and then slammed the door shut.

As he entered your room he found you on the bed sobbing hysterically with your face buried in the pillow, you stood up for yourself and he was very proud of you but he knew it must have been overwhelming. Losing a friend always brings hurt even if it's a necessary evil. There are fond memories attached to that person that continues to prickle and hurt for a long long time, he knew all about that better than anyone.

He didn't have emotional support when he lost your father so he was going to make sure you'd have one in him.

He took off his tie and threw it somewhere in the corner of the room, then he removed the blazer as well as his shoes before he climbed into your bed, he grabbed his blazer and placed it on your legs because the formal skirt you had on was bunched up to your thighs.

You had your body turned to the other side as you were sobbing heavily so he propped himself on his elbows and turned you to him, as soon as you turned around you clutched onto him tightly.

For a while he stayed silent, he didn't say a word but only caressed your back and head with the flat of his palm gently, once in a while his finger traced circular patterns on your upper back and his lips traced on your cheeks as he wiped your tears in between, the physical comfort was all you needed in that moment .

Once your sobs diminished you looked up at him and he looked back at you with a small soft smile on his face.

“I did it but it hurts” you sniffled so he leaned down and kissed your forehead,

“I know..i know it does”

“I feel guilty as if I'm at fault here even though I'm not”

“You're not.. and I'll tell you that for as long as you'd need to hear it from me. Listen to me Pixie pie" your smile widened for a moment at the pet name

"I know it feels like the end of the world right now, but I promise that it will get better. Years later, when you look back, you won't feel so awful about getting rid of someone who you knew wasn't good for you." He said gently. "Leaving her bad personality aside, she went behind your back and broke the trust you had in her that she never should have broken. It wasn't done just once or in the heat of the moment. She did it time and again, so you know now that she never was your well-wisher yes?"

He mumbled softly as he caressed your cheekbone with his thumb so you nodded. You understood now that Cassandra probably never was as good of a friend to you as you had thought her to be.

“Good girl, you have me i promise and you have Rhaenyra now. I'm not asking you to replace Cassandra with her in your heart so quickly but you have a friend in her, a genuine one, and you can trust her until she shows you otherwise. Don't let this experience make you cold or ungiving my sweetheart, none of this was your fault”

He whispered softly before he kissed your cheek again. His voice was soothing and melted like music in your ears, he was trying to lift your spirits and give you hope for the future, reminding you that you had people who cared about you and supported you.

He was so close to you and for a moment his calming intoxicating scent made you want to forget everything but him.

“Thank you..i couldn't have done it without you, i wouldn't have confronted her like this if it wasn't for you” your fingers played with the unbuttoned collar of his shirt as you spoke, the action warmed his heart, the intense need he felt to protect you was indescribable.

“Mmmm you never have to thank me..unless I want you to of course” you giggled as he said that, cupping his cheeks you pulled him closer to kiss his forehead, he somehow looked even better up close. You stared at his lips and as your finger caressed his lower lip his breath hitched in his chest, as you looked up at him again he could tell you were waiting for him to make a move because you always wanted to be his good girl and not push him to do anything he didn't want to do.

So that's what he did, he leaned down and pecked on your lips ever so fleetingly, your fingers curled around his neck as the sudden touch of his lips left you feeling transcended. The only way you could have described that feeling was if you were to compare it with a mild feeling of electrocution but in a good way, that's how intense the little kiss felt.

You leaped up at him to kiss him again so he pulled away slightly, your eyes were closed and you just seemed ethereal to him, your beauty radiated from deep within. You didn't look like Stella, not at all and you had such a caring soul and maybe that's what he liked about you, when he was with you he didn't miss anyone because you didn't remind him of anyone else. You were so completely you and he just wanted to be with you.

He cupped your cheeks and leaned down again to put his lips on yours, this time it wasn't fleeting, it was a kiss you had desired since he had returned or maybe long before that. A moment you never in your wildest dreams thought would become your reality. It just seemed impossible, you felt the years of longing wash over you, even with his lips on yours the moment felt surreal as if you were in a just a vivid dream.

His lips captured your lower lip and he clasped it between his teeth for the fraction of a second before he kissed you properly. Then you pulled him even closer to you if it was possible so now he was practically on top of you, his body felt heavy and all you wanted was for him to suffocate you and make you breathless, you never wanted this moment to end.

He pulled away a little and looked at you, you still had your eyes closed but there was a faint smile on your face. His tongue invaded your mouth with the push of his thumb on your chin, you could feel yourself dripping already and the realisation made you felt pathetic. You felt thankful that he had kissed you for the very first time in this position because you would have surely fallen due to how weak you felt in the knees at the moment..

As much as he didn't want to he finally pulled away as you gasped in his mouth and his lips immediately trailed down from your chin to your jawline line and then he briefly traced the collar bone, his fingers urged to open the buttons of the expensive business shirt you had on but he controlled himself, he wanted to treat you better than this.

He laid down next to you and you finally opened your eyes, you had to squeeze your thighs together to release some of that tension. Your mind was filled with filthy images of him fucking you right onto this bed, you had the image of his half naked body from the Bali trip when you had caught him just in his towel and you needed that body on top of yours, rubbing against every inch of you with his mouth mumbling filthy words in your ears.

“Did you kiss me because you wanted to or because you felt bad that I was crying?” he chuckled as you said that,

“I'd have kissed you the first night we reunited if that was the reason”

“Mmm you felt bad for me?”

“You just seemed so sad”

“Mmmm..did you like the kiss?”

“I loved it, been years since I have felt this way about ..life in general” he propped on his elbow and pecked your lips softly, his words made you smile.

“Can I ask you something?” you mumbled so he caressed your scalp with his fingers and nodded “Are we in a relationship?”

“Mhhhm ..did you think otherwise?”

“No, I just wanted to confirm..it's a monogamous relationship right?”

“There's no other way around it sweetheart, this is not a fling. I want you to know that as long as you're mine, I'm wholly yours" your arms circled around his neck so he rubbed his nose against yours.

Daemon understood you on a deeper level, you both had been cheated on in the past and you both knew the pain that came with it. Neither one of you wanted to put the other through that same hurt again, it definitely wasn't something that you wanted, you had every intention of worshipping this man day in and out and show him how he deserved to be treated.

“I just thought you wouldn't be ready for a relationship so soon..that's why I had to know”

“Mmhm it's been a year since the divorce, even before that we were separated. That fling with Cassandra made me realize that I didn't want fun. I needed something substantial. I am a grown man in my forties..I need someone I can cherish and take care of” and love he thought “Gave it a shot with Madison but my heart was already full at the time”

You nodded as he said that, his words made you feel giddy, you really wanted him to cherish you, not just in a familial way but like a lover..

“Do you ever feel guilty about Cassandra, she kind of liked you” he shook his head as you asked him.

“Noo.. she liked the way i fucked her" your face flushed at the straightforwardness "And my thoughts were quite confused by you.. whenever i looked at you my heart raced at the sight of you, and then on the trip when we got to talking it just got worse” as he finished speaking you smiled. You couldn't believe he had those feelings about you, you didn't really think of yourself as someone a man like him would dream of being with.

There was a fear in the back of your mind that made you believe that he only desired you because of the forbidden aspect of your relationship and he'd quickly get bored of you once he sleeps with you, you feared that he'd find you boring or there would be no chemistry but his words always made you feel desirable in every way.

“Mmm i have a confession too”

“What?”

“I never liked Stella, even when she was your girlfriend and you weren't married to her, i just never liked her”

“What made you feel that way sweet girl?” he asked you softly,

“Well of course I was jealous that she had your attention all the time but she was also kind of mean when it was just us alone”

“Why didn't you tell me?”

“Because I don't do that, I don't like saying bad things about people to their own people” you mumbled

“Good girl you are” he kissed your cheek as he spoke.

“Ummm i have more questions" you asked him so he chuckled again, your curiosity was intriguing to him.

"You don't need my permission to ask me a question"

"Mmmm how many times did she cheat on you..if that's not too personal of a question..you can completely ignore if it feels uncomfortable"

He averted his gaze as you questioned him but then he leaned into you to kiss your forehead.

“More times than i could count on my fingers now, she would meet someone new in the club or parties, and forget all about me..then she'd come home to me crying and begging for me to forgive her and I did, i always did”

You couldn't imagine how awful that must have felt to have the person you loved hurt you in such a way time and again.

“Were there good times in your marriage?”

“Plenty of them..that's why it was harder to leave”

“Mmm.. I'm sorry, you didn't deserve to be treated that way, she didn't even value what she had in you, you're a gem of a man..some of us really do pray to find a man like you ” he let out a small laugh as you said that.

“You think so highly of me Pixie love”

“As I should”

You turned on your side and hugged him like a koala, an hour later he took you to get dinner and you did bump into Cassandra there. Her hotel reservation was paid for, food included, was she planning to stay? You couldn't tell.

“Why won't she leave?” You asked Daemon so he looked up from his phone. If Cassandra wasn't on this trip with you two then he might have been more open with you in public but he couldn't take a risk with her being around so he was acting very disinterested. He turned his head to look at Cassandra, she was with a guy, he seemed local, he couldn't help but smirk and she just glared at him in response.

He was just happier than usual that she was out of your life, hopefully for good.

“She's a leech love, I am surprised you weren't able to read her better before” he said to you, making you roll your eyes in response.

Once you were done eating you got up and walked up to her, Daemon turned in his chair to see what you were going to do.

“What the fuck are you doing Cassandra? You should think about how you're going to pay for the flight back home” you crossed your arms so she smiled.

“Awn don't worry I called Uncle ..your dad ..told him how my budget is so tight lately and he told me to not worry about it” she smirked and all you wanted to do was slap her. She was showing you her true colors, it was as if she didn't even care anymore that you both used to be such good friends. You walked out of the hotel restaurant so Daemon got up and followed you.

“She's staying..can you believe that?” You told him as you both stepped inside the elevator so he grabbed your arm and turned you towards him, his eyes stared deeply in yours,

“And what are you gonna do about it hmm?”

“What should I do?” You gulped as you asked him meekly, as your floor arrived he dragged you to your room and as you both stepped inside he pressed you against the door, his gaze never averted from you but you had to look down because you weren't able to take the heat in them. You just wanted to kiss him all the time.

“Think about it and tell me what you should be doing in this situation when you can see that your boundaries are not being respected and you have a potentially hostile individual around you who may or or may not intend to harm you further”

He asked you as he grabbed your chin and made you look him in the eye since you were avoiding eye contact.

“Ummm i should call my dad and tell him everything about what went down and hopefully he'll understand?”

“Good girl..you know what to do..you're a big girl.. and you don't ever have to second guess yourself. Show her that you're not weak or someone she can continue to manipulate” he told you firmly.

“Mmm yess uncle”

His breath hitched as you said that. What kind of sick pervert would enjoy something like that he thought because he definitely got hard every time you accidentally called him Uncle while he was so close to you.

You let out an inaudible swear as the name slipped your mouth, you were still not used to addressing him as Daemon especially since you had spent the last four months constantly calling him uncle. His hands trailed down and you gasped as he pulled you closer to him and leaned down his toweresque body to kiss you, your arms flung around his neck as you returned the kiss with equal passion, perhaps you didn't need to worry about having no chemistry in bed because there was clearly an abundance of it.

As you moaned against him Daemon had to bring forth all the self control he had in him, sure it would have been easier to just pick you up and fuck you right now, perhaps right against the door, he also knew you won't resist him either and would gladly allow him to do whatever he wanted to do with you, you'd perhaps encourage it too.

He pulled you away from him but you leaned into him to kiss him again so he pressed you against the door again and this time he used a bit of strength to keep you at bay.

“That shouldn't turn me on darling” he let out a groan, there was a familiar scowl on his face.

“The uncle thing?” You bit on your lips as you said that and he stepped away from you.

“You don't do it on purpose do you? It's perverted”

“I don't do it on purpose but i see that umm it turns you on”

“It does..im not proud of it”

“There's nothing wrong with it”

“There's absolutely every fucking thing wrong with it”

“it's just a kink” he looked at you as you said that. You stepped towards him and held onto his hand, he tried to pull away at first but he melted in your embrace as you hugged him, he was so soft but so big, he was a man's man, his hugs always reminded you of being wrapped up in a warm blanket.

“I should not be indulging in those kinks”

He mumbled, his voice sounded tired, it had been a long day full of workload and your personal drama.

“You shouldn't be but you want to and you should do whatever you want” you looked up as you placed your head up from between the crook of his neck, a soft kiss on the chin then led to another heated kiss but he controlled his desires again.

He'd not fuck you so soon, he'd not make you feel used or hurt in anyways, none of you were actually thinking about the consequences but the fear remained in his consciousness. What would he tell your parents? How could he ever make them believe that he was not in this just for fun? No matter what approach he would take at the end he'd always be your dad's best friend who knew you and was around you when you were twelve and from their point of view he'd always come across as nothing but a predator.

The trip to Japan was actually cut short because the deal was finalized the next day, thanks but also no thanks to Daemon.

The flight back home was much warmer and pleasant then your arrival because she wasn't there, you got to sleep with your head on his shoulder, you didn't really know how Cassandra was going to fly back home because you had called your dad and told him everything after your talk with Daemon. Your parents had plenty of questions but they always put you above anyone else so your father immediately obliged to your requests.

A part of you still felt guilty but you shoved those thoughts aside. She didn't deserve your pity.

When you finally reached London a day later there was an unpleasant surprise waiting for you at home. Your actual uncle, the biological one, was there with his wife and two kids, both of his daughters were younger than you by a year and two.

As you saw him you gave him a courteous smile and he approached you to hug you even though you didn't really care about him, he never really was a good brother to your father and you didn't really like him.

Your uncle Daemon definitely took all your love for himself, even as a child you preferred Daemon over your actual uncle because he truly was more of a brother to your father than his own brother.

“How are you uncle, it's been a while, years in fact” you asked him and he just smiled in response then his eyes drifted towards Daemon.

“Oh you're back i see”

Well this wasn't going to be fun you thought, Daemon didn't like him and the feeling was mutual but they both spent their time pretending to be nice to each other for your dad's sake. You remembered how happy your Uncle seemed when he was told that Daemon was gone for good.

“Good to see you mate” Daemon said to him as he gave him a small but most definitely an artificial smile.

Your cousins came forward to greet you and you immediately noticed them eyeing Daemon, especially the older daughter.

There was an awkward air of tension in the living room that you could have cut with a butter knife and it was about to get worse as you'd figure out why your dad's brother had returned into your lives all of a sudden.

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