#To help with string manipulation

[stop-breaking-my-heart-telltale]

if dorian didn't show up, do you think louis would have shot minnie?

I do. I know some people think either he wouldn't have or he would've missed so that's why the writers had him shoot Dorian instead, but mmmmmm no, I don't personally think so. I like to think that if he had taken the shot, his shaky hands would've caused him to shoot her fatally.

Mostly because I'm already so normal about the fact that of the Ericson crew, Marlon and Louis are the only ones with a body count. Well, that we know of, but shown to us in the game, at least. Plus, we know it's Louis' first kill.

Like yeah, Clementine and AJ become part of the crew and they have bigger body counts, and if we're counting indirect kills caused by actions, then Tenn has a count... and I guess everyone has blood on their hands for blowing up the boat... but I'm talking about killed directly with a weapon like....... I lied, I'm not normal about that at all, Louis and Marlon are the ones who have killed someone in Louis' route. I'm also not normal about the fact that Louis kills Dorian and then even as he's clearly in shock, he tries to go with Clementine to get AJ, and then later on when they talk about it, he says it feels like bile but not quite and he's glad he has it in him to do it.... listen, listen, listen... I'm obsessed with that.

Anyway, so if Louis shot Minerva, I think he would've accidentally killed her and can you imagine? He's already enough of a mess after killing the woman who pinned him down and tried to cut his finger off [or succeeded] but he knew Minerva, they were friends before the twins were taken. Even Violet couldn't kill her even though that would've been the smarter thing to do, and we know thanks to meta knowledge that killing her would've saved lives, but Violet couldn't, and I don't think Louis would intentionally either.

Speaking of Violet, if Louis killed Minerva, I hate to think about what that would've done to Vi. I think she might've actually left at that point, like what was planned before it got changed to her being burned. I don't think she would've attacked Louis over it, though, like yeah she attacked Clementine in the cell but Louis? I don't know, but I don't think so just because it's Louis and he'd be a mess about it anyway.

Though if he did kill her, it would be a neat parallel to draw... y'know, because Louis forgave AJ for killing Marlon even though he was pissed and heartbroken, and Violet was annoyed with him the entire time... but could she ever forgive Louis for killing Minerva? Y'know? We already have a similar parallel with AJ shooting Tenn, but still.

If Clementine killed Minerva in that moment, though, then I could see Violet attacking her since in her eyes, Clem proved her right.

So yeah, I get why they added the Dorian kill to his route. It adds another compelling element to Louis as a character, but we also need Minerva alive for episode 4; Louis can't kill her, he can't miss, and he's not going to stay with her because we need Violet to stay on the boat and him to be on shore for all routes.

[inamindfarfaraway]

Ja’far and Princess could also solved Black Friday, but not before Princess became Wiggly’s devotee. They’re like Lex and Tom but in reverse.

He could have solved Black Friday

[twilightofthesandwiches]

What's really evocative to me in all the new revelations and hints about Kris' true nature and intentions in Chapter 4 is the impression that... Kris is never free.

When they are free of our direct control, they are still not acting 100% of their real desires, they are following the orders of some evil Voice(s?) on the phone.

The ending seem to imply some sort of emotional conflict between them wanting to help out Susie, who is very dear to their heart, and following this plan which is probably not beneficial to her. A plan that they have to follow cause...

When Kris is not controlled by our very literal puppet-strings, they are instead controlled by the coercion and emotional manipulation of their mysterious benefactor. No matter which option they go with, Kris just cannot be free.

[holeforzenin]

QUIET <3

Tw - Mommy kink, slight exhibition kink, this is so funny bc I was planning on writing about dom!choso today but end up writing this?? Not proofread

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“Shhh, gotta be quiet Cho” you tantalizingly whispered to his ear, smiling at his hazed-out, innocent expression as you bounced yourself up and down his cock, dragging your sweet cunt that's he's so so addicted to, on his lengthy dick, spreading your creamy slick all around it—your hands gripped and squeeze both of his muscular biceps during the process, feeling the raw strength beneath your touch as his head slightly leans against the wooden headboard.

You quickly hastened your pace—trying to get the both of you to cum as soon as possible before his mom comes back to check up on you again. It was your first ever sleepover today so what better way to make it an unforgetful memory then to tease and take advantage of your sweet, doting boyfriend who would do anything for you, as long as it made you happy.

His fingers greedily dug into the soft flesh of your plump ass, grasping your curves possessively as he stared up at you—eyes filled with desire and lust as he captured your lewd expression as his angry cockhead furiously jabs against your g-spot over and over again. Bullyingly impaling your pretty pussy opened around him.

He’s trying his very best to stifle the desperate urges to moan and whimper too much but he just can’t help it—feeling the intoxicating pleasure of his seductive, horny little girlfriend manipulating his poor cock and body and using him as a fucktoy for your pleasure drove him crazy, just like this.

He loves it when you use him as your personal little toy to fuck. He was made for it—hell, he’d even let you use him while he’s asleep if you need to, He doesn’t care. He loves it.

He wouldn’t ever admit it but the dirty thought of even getting caught in such a lewd situation like this made his hardened dick throbbed excitedly against your tight soppy walls—that were two seconds away from milking him dry. No one has ever seen this side of Choso other than you, so the thought of even partially getting caught sent shockwaves through his mind.

He bit his lips and lets out a string of curses under his breath when he notices the streaks of cum coating his pulsating cock every time his cock disappears into your core and appears again and there was even more cum overlaying it, driving him sooo fucking crazy. The sight pushed him closer to the brink of ecstasy. He was so so close to stuffing you full of his seed.

“Your pussy is s’good��� he whimpered out of breath. A mischievous smirk tugged at your lips as you adjusted your hips, grinding your ass against him at a better angle—coaxing a loud, unrestrained moan out of him.

“Nghh—fuck, m’so close Mommyy!” he lets out a low, guttural moan, his hands now gripping onto your waist, desperately trying his best to keep up with your pace as his gaze fixated on the rhythmic bounce of your breast which only further fuels his ardor.

He almost got a heart attack after hearing the next door slamming open. The sudden noise startled him, sending his heart racing with fear. You moaned out deliciously as you excitedly bounced faster, giggling at his scared expression. He’s so adorable, who knew a big, strong man could be this cute and vulnerable?

Your tight walls hugged his cock so snugly and warm inside of you, you felt like heaven. You grind your hips back and forth on his lap, causing a ripple of pleasure that made your muscles clench even tighter, making his head fall back while he fought the urge to release a moan that threatened to escape his lips.

“Gon-naa cum! Hahhh!” He quickly announced, before shooting his seed right up into your sloppy pussy—making your head fall back as your back arched slightly, you satisfyingly laughed at the pleasure of your insides slowly being filled up by him. You quickly stuffed two fingers in his mouth to quiet him as you drained more and more cum from his thick balls.

The door swings open with a sudden force, "Heyy kiddos! do you guys need anything? If so let me know and you should get some sleep soon!!" Choso's mom enthusiastically calls out by the door.

You smirked wickedly, pressing your soft boobs against his chest, causing a surge of desire to pulse through him. Before leaning your face into his neck, “Be a good boy and answer her for me, Choso” you whispered in a teasing tone before licking a long stripe of his sensitive neck—making his cock jolted with arousal against your gummy walls, you can literally feel it beating rapidly inside of you with his seed still stuffed inside of you as you cockwarmed him.

“I—ye-yes! We’re ohh!- okay~” he stammered—it was all he could make out before his eyes rolled back from the sudden pleasure overwhelming his senses. His head thumped loudly against the headboard as you sucked on his neck, sending shivers down his spine and causing him to lose himself in the overwhelming sensation of pleasure that consumed him.

“Choso, sweetie are you okay?” His mom questioned worriedly, trying to make out what was happening but couldn’t see one bit because she didn’t have her glasses with her.

“Ye-yes! Please juuust go!” His voice cracked as tears prickled from his eyes, his heart pounding with a crescendo of fear and desperation.

“Okay! If you say so…” she replied with a tinge of uncertainty in her voice, casting a quick glance back before gently closing the door behind her with a soft click.

You slowly pulled away, a smirk played on your lips as you took in the sight of how utterly fucked out he looked. So fluttered and adorable.

You cradled his face in your hand, tenderly caressing his cheeks before pushing it deep into your boobs, gently patting the back of his head as he inhaled your scent with a groan. “Shhh Cho, I got you baby. You’re such a gooddd boy” you cooed comfortingly at him.

You giggled excitedly, feeling his cock rock solid again.

[kitysugar]

pretty best friend ~ park sunghoon x reader

inspired by this request ! ౨ৎ ଓ ⋆˙⊹ [ 성훈 ] ☆ in which sunghoon helps his cute, innocent little best friend out after she asks for some.... advice. and despite knowing that he's a player - you had feelings for him anyways.. but little did you know he feels the same way.

word count ; 4.7k

best friend! player! sunghoon x nerd! reader , friends to lovers , blowjob , oral , fingering , hand job , very slight hints at ; corruption ; manipulation . curious reader , size kink , mutual feelings , HEAD PUSHER HOON YES YES YES , cum eating , not proof read

"sungie" you squeal , the feeling of sunghoons fingers squeezing your waist results in a loud laugh to sound from the back of your throat. sunghoons deep, raspy chuckles make a deep heat pool in the pit of your stomach , a guilty feeling lingering on your conscience for thinking of him in the ways you do. the way his hands feel on your skin makes you feel light headed - whether it be from the tickling, or the fact that he was touching you at all - the answer was unknown , and quite frankly; you didn't care enough to know.

as you lay beneath him, your legs attempt to kick his body away from yours - your hands find their way to his broad shoulders in order to push him back. but as you lay under him squealing his name - everything around you begins to feel rapidly hot , and sunghoon feels the exact same way.

the way his big hands swallow the entirety of your waist , your little legs desperately fighting against him, and the way his name spills past your lips.

all he wants to do is kiss them to shut you up, fuck you raw right there, make you scream his name, begging for him to grant you release.

suddenly, the memory of different girls begins to flash through his mind ; all the different times he's had multiple women screeching his name , begging him to fuck them faster - harder . but as of right now, the only woman he can truly adore to the fullest extent was already writhing underneath him.... but not in the ways he wants.

sunghoon comes back to his senses once he hears you whisperly call his name, a perfect little string of music that flows right into his ears that snaps him out of his lustful daze.

"s-sungie...?" you question, your round, doe eyes looking up at him through your eyelashes. sunghoon can feel himself tighten in his jeans, making him uncomfortable.

"how many girls have you had under you like this..." the question slips from your lips without consciousness , making you instantly shut your mouth , regret beginning to pool in your mind.

sunghoons face instantly changes , his eyes holding the utmost sincerity... sadness at the mention of the other women.

"... 'm sorry.." you whisper, your eyes darting away from him in order to look at something - anything else but him. sunghoon sighs and sits up, you following in pursuit. the two of you awkwardly sit next to eachother, the silence lingering in the air above you.

sunghoon chuckles before speaking, making you look at him in confusion.

"well, if im honest... too many to count really. i don't remember a good handful of them.." he smirks slightly at you, making a deep blush rise to your cheeks.

"so... you're experienced??" you question, making sunghoon tongue the inside of his cheek. he stretches one arm around you in order to rest on the couch, his legs spreading apart... inviting.

"yeah, i guess you can say i am... now; how about we get back to studying... you have a test coming up, dont you?" you respond with a head nod, making the man next to you grab a textbook from off the coffee table and handing it to you.

your glasses are perched on the tip of your nose , so you push them up.

you were a freshman in college, and the transition from highschool to university life was definitely kicking your ass. of course, you had always been keen to school life; you enjoyed it really. you loved learning new things and carrying around cute school supplies, it made you feel good about yourself whenever you learned something new... made you feel smart... so you kept going on with your love for learning into your early college years.

sunghoon, on the otherhand, was a couple years older than you; a senior in college. although he a couple years older, that didn't stop the two of you from being inseparable from an early age.

around an hour later, you hear sunghoon groan from the other side of the couch, pushing his glasses up and over his head.

"i'm not understanding, y/n... why on earth would you major in something so difficult... i don't even understand this and i've been in college longer than you have.” his messy hair being pushed back makes him look ten times more attractive.

"i dunno... i guess i just wanted a challenge." you shrug your shoulders, making the man across from you deadpan.

"whatever, lets just take a break and come back to it in a bit" he says, grabbing the book and pen from out of your hands and setting them back down on the coffee table. as sunghoon reaches over, you take note of his appearance; rolled up sleeves that stop right above his elbow, disheveled hair, tired eyes, and full lips.

as sunghoon turns to you, a deep shade of pink arises on your cheeks. you look away from him, trying not to seem awkward.

"so, y/n.. tell me; have you had sex yet?" you nearly scream at his words, choking on your own spit as soon as they leave his mouth. you turn and face him ominously, your face completely red and your eyes as wide as the moon.

"what on earth... why are you asking me this?" you squeal, hitting his bicep. sunghoon chuckles at your flustered state, his heart swelling in his chest at your actions.

"i'm just asking, come on you're in college... you had to have lost your v-card by now" he taunts, but quickly loses all sort of amusement laced in his expression once you turn to face your lap, playing with your fingers.

"well... there is this guy i like... but we havent done anything yet. im too scared. i dont know what im doing..." you look up into his eyes through your eyelashes, not turning your head to face him. sunghoon leans back into the cushions of the couch, spreading his arms to dangle on both sides of the back of the piece of furniture. sunghoon raises his eyebrows, urging you to continue.

"i- i was.. uhm... wondering if-- i don't know... you could possibly teach me..?" your voice was small... but sunghoon heard it as clear as day. now it was his turn to choke on his spit, completely flustered by your question.

he quickly gets his act together, smirking at your shy demeanor. you feel helpless under his gaze, quickly regretting your question.

"you don't have to, it was a dumb question im sor-"

"what would you like me to teach you, love?" he asks, his eyes never leaving your smaller figure. you raise your head completely, your hands still fidgeting with your fingers in your lap. you ponder for a moment, debating on how to answer his question before speaking once more.

"i want... i want to know how to suck.. uhm,, god this is so dumb.." you sadly chuckle to yourself with a shake of your head, breaking eye contact. sunghoon eyes you for a moment, instantly knowing what you wish to know.

"you wanna know how to suck cock?" you nod your head slowly, stunned at his straightforwardness. sunghoon eyes you for a moment more before lifting one of his hands up, motioning with his index finger for you to come to him; so you do.

"come here" your feet patter on the cool hardwood floor, stopping to stand in front of sunghoons spread legs. the man chuckles from below you, his hands coming in contact with the back of your thighs right below your ass.

"are you sure you wanna do this" you instantly nod your head without a second thought, wanting nothing more than for sunghoon to teach you how to pleasure a man,,,

the very one who sits before you , actually

at your words, he instantly brings you to sit on his lap, your knees meeting with the plush cushioning of the couch on either side of his hips. your face is mere centimeters away from his, your breaths fanning one another’s face.

"first... you don't want to just jump straight into it. both men and women need some sort of foreplay.. and the easiest version of that is kissing; a makeout session really." the two of you stare at eachother for a moment, one of sunghoons hands comes up to push a stray hair away from your face and behind your ear. your heart is beating out of your chest, your head feeling light and he hasnt even touched you yet.

"can i kiss you?" sunghoon asks, which makes your stomach erupt in butterflies. you shakingly exhale before nodding your head without saying anything. the man above you looks down at your lips before trailing them back up towards your wide eyes - eyeballing you shamelessly.

sunghoon slowly brings your lips to his own, the heat pooling in the pit of your abdomen deepening significantly the moment his mouth collides with yours softly. your lips are full and glossy, but is quickly smeared thanks to sunghoon.

after a long second, the two of you pull away to breathe... looking at eachother fully, longingly. the tension in the room as thick as ice is quickly cut, sunghoons hand cupping your cheek brings your face down frantically - your guys' lips meeting eachother once more... but this time its much different.

you feel both of his hands move to the slope of your waist, pulling you into him further - your back arching and your body curling into his front.

your hands slide up from his shoulders in order to wrap around his neck, your fingers lacing in with his dark hair. your breasts press up against his chest, and your lips move perfectly in sync with his.

the sounds of your heavy breathing fill the room along with sloppy lip smacking, but neither of you complain. sunghoons hands move your hips down onto his lap, the bulge quickly tightening in his jeans. you gasp when you feel his hardening length press right up against your clothed pussy, your fingers tightening in his hair cause him to groan into the cavern of your wet mouth.

you shiver under his touch, his fingers feather light as you curl into him deeper. every inch of your body yerns for the man above you, making a whimper escape your lips.

the kiss quickly deescalates as you pull away from sunghoons lips in order for air - but not before he pecks your lips a couple times. he leans back into the couch, the two of you exchanging aching, yearnful glances. your heavy breathing matches his - your chests' rising and falling in unison.

"sunghoon..." your eyes are half lidded as you speak, and it begins to drive sunghoon up the wall. he admires the adorable look on your face , everything about you is perfect and it frustrates him beyond belief. although he is experienced, he feels like a teenage boy having his first makeout session.

"yeah baby?" he calls out to you breathlessly, making your pussy clench. you dont break eye contact as you speak, making a shiver run up sunghoons spine.

"can i suck your cock... please..?" you ask nicely, in an almost pleading tone. it takes every ounce of restraint in order to stop himself from bending you over the couch and stuffing you full of his cum, fucking it deeper and deeper inside you - permanently marking you as his.

his woman.

"of course you can doll, go right ahead" he leans further back into the couch, getting a full view of you perched cutely in his lap - your skirt riding up your thighs and your zip-up hoodie falling off one of your shoulders.

you slowly get off the mans lap, a prominent bulge showing in his jeans. your mouth waters at the sight, excitement flowing through your veins. as you sink to your knees, you maintain eyecontact with the man above you, your pussy clenching around nothing at his lustful gaze.

your hands work at his zipper, pulling his pants down past his ankles. the tent in his boxers grows exponentially bigger, and you can tell that he's fucking huge. you stop to stare at him, eyeballing the outline of his dick through his underwear.

on instinct, you reach a hand out in order to palm him through the flimsy fabric of his boxers - making sunghoon hiss from above you. your eyes don't look away from his length, not for a second as you jerk him off slightly. a prominent wet patch begins to form on the light color of his underwear, making a gasp leave your lips.

"did i... did i make you.. already..?" you gawk up at him, making a laugh bubble up from his chest. you tilt your head to the side in question, and sunghoon finds it so fucking adorable at the realization of how innocent you actually are.

"no baby... thats just precum, you really don't know anything huh? how can you be so smart yet naive at the same time?" he taunts jokingly, mimicking your actions and tilting his head to the side.

you deadpan at the man, an unentertained look spreading across your face. without looking away, you bring your fingers to the tip of his dick, wrapping your hands around his head and squeezing slightly, making more precum stain his boxers.

sunghoon hisses, letting out a string of loud curses at your actions. you smile to yourself slightly, finding it funny just how fast you can make him fall apart in your hands.

you gasp at the feeling of one of his hands in your hair, yanking your head back slightly in order to make your eyes meet with his. every ounce of playfulness leaves your body as the older man stares into your eyes , a threatening look lingering written on his face

"don't be a brat. understand?" you pout your lips, but nod your head anyways. sunghoon leans down in order to kiss the tip of your nose before letting you go gently.

"good girl" he compliments, making your cheeks flush for the nth time that evening. your hands reach up to the waistline of his boxers, slowly pulling them down his legs and past his ankles. sunghoons pretty cock springs free, shooting up to slap his abdomen, his bulbous tip hitting right at his belly button.

fat, pearly drops of precum leak from his tip and down his shaft, making your eyes widen. you were right; he is huge. you gawk at the length, making his ego swell.

"never seen a dick before, huh?" you shake your head no, at least not in person.. one of your hands reaching up in order to softly grab the base of his cock in your hands. sunghoon observes your actions intently, his eyes burning holes into your skull. your hand lightly wraps around his cock, squeezing his length slightly. it takes you a moment; but you begin to pump him. you watch as more pearly beads of precum leak out of his tip, finding the sight mesmerizing.

after pumping his dick for a little bit, you bring your lips closer to the tip of his shaft, sticking your tongue out slightly in order to kitten lick the slit of his head.

sunghoon has had his dick sucked many times before... but with the way you keep looking up at him through his eyelashes - searching for any sort of validation that you're doing a good job is making him feel like a virgin again.

only you could have this sort of effect on him. he could just about reach down his throat and rip his heart out and give it to you on a silver platter.

you kitten lick his tip over and over - getting used to the salty taste of his warm seed before you take the head of his dick into your mouth completely. the warmth that your velvety, wet mouth provides makes him shudder under your gaze, his eyes rolling back into his skull ever so slightly. you attempt to take his cock deeper into your mouth, but the odd taste of his salty precum makes you gag around his length - you quickly pull off of him and cough , not used to the feeling of him being in your throat in the slightest.

sunghoon finds your actions cute - his ego expanding ever so slightly.

"god... its so- its so much.." you say in heavy breaths, trying to compose yourself. sunghoon looks down at you, his eyes holding admiration.

"its okay baby, take your time okay? this is normal. you've never sucked anybody off before. its alright, go nice and slow.." his voice trails off as you take his head back into your mouth, attempting to get used to his taste even more. you hollow your cheeks, your tongue swirling around his tip as you begin to bob your head up and down slightly - almost as if you were sucking on the tip of a lolipop.

every time you pull yourself off of his dick, your tongue runs over the slit of his tip, gathering his precum on your tongue. you look up at sunghoon - your doe eyes making direct eye contact with his as you lick down his entire length, running your tongue down the underside of his cock.

"fuck just like that.." he moans at the feeling of your tongue and the sinful sight of your eyes and actions - he feels like he could bust right then and there all over your face and he would enjoy it to the fullest.

"s-so fucking good... good girl" you're making it hard to believe you've never done this, but it's the truth. you take his tip into your mouth once more, your head moving up and down as you begin to suck him off again. one of your hands moves towards the base of his dick, gripping it in your hand as you begin to jerk off the remaining length you haven't fit into your mouth yet.

you hear another moan sound from just above you, making your confidence sky rocket. your hand and mouth move around him, the combined slick of your saliva and his precum making the perfect lubricant in order to have him shaking in your hold.

"god fucking... fuck. just like that... doin' such a good job.." at the sound of his praise, you start to take his length deeper down your throat, your eyes watering at the weird feeling. you breathe in deeply through your nose, adjusting to the newfound feeling. you swallow around him, making sunghoon buck his hips into your face on accident. you gag around him, but decide to continue on. your head bobs faster up and down sunghoons cock, your hand that was previously jerking him off coming down to grip his balls in your hands - fondling and playing with them.

"oh my fucking god, takin' my cock so well.." he praises. the dampness in your eyes falls freely down your warm, flushed cheeks but you could care less. as you breathe in through your nose, you swallow around him again, making sure to keep your cheeks hollowed while your tongue runs along the vein that trails down on the underside of his cock.

one of sunghoons hands comes down to wrap itself in your hair, his fingers tugging on your colored locks. at first, he just keeps his hand in your hair - but as you keep using your pretty little mouth in all the ways that you do ; he begins to push your head up and down .

a hum leaves your throat, which in turn sends vibrations throughout sunghoons entire body.

"s-shit-" he curses, the grip in your hair tightening significantly before he forces you to take his dick deeper, his bulbous tip hitting the back of your throat. you attempt to cough around his length, your nose coming down to press snugly against his pelvis.

you swallow around him again, more tears escaping your eyes as you try your best not to disappoint him. sunghoon just about falls apart from under you; his hips sputtering against your face in a sloppy grinding rhythm that has you gripping his thighs to ground yourself.

after a moment, sunghoon loosens his hold on you, letting you come up for air.

but the way you keep bobbing your head up and down on his cock takes him by surprise.

"s-so warm.. god you're perfect" your mouth comes up to suck on his tip once more, and before you can even look up to see his reaction - you feel his cock twitch in your mouth

"im- im gonna cum fuck... where do you want me baby?" you've heard of girls swallowing their boyfriends cum before, so it cant be so bad right? you keep your glossy lips wrapped around his tip as you suck down a little rougher, your hand coming down to play with his balls once more. you hear a raspy 'fuck' before you feel his salty, warm cum shoot into your mouth.

you instantly regret your decision, the taste being unfamiliar and weird has you gagging and shaking your head - but your ego tells you to continue, so you do.

you take his load into your mouth before detaching from his head, his dick beginning to soften ever so slightly. sunghoon looks down at you before he raises his hand to grab your face lightly inbetween his fingers. your lips part slightly, making a couple drops of his cum drip down your chin.

"god you're perfect... you wanna spit it out love?" you ponder for a second, but ultimately decide on swallowing his load. your face contorts into a sour expression, showing your distaste. sunghoon coos at you, a soft laugh sounding from his mouth.

"you're so fucking adorable, you didn't have to swallow sweetheart..." he pouts, making you smile slightly.

"i wanted to, i thought that was normal..... it tasted- weird." you giggle, and sunghoon leans down to kiss your forehead as he cups your cheek.

"now... how about i show you something else too, huh?" you shoot him a questioning look before he lifts you up onto the cough, laying you down so your back is flush against the cushions of the couch. you look up at sunghoon and wrap your arms around his shoulders before he leans down to kiss you, taking your lips in his.

you feel his hands sneak down to your waist, pinning your body down against the couch. his lips move in a steady, perfect rhythm with his that has you quietly whimpering into his mouth. the man detaches from your lips only to start trailing wet kisses down the skin of your neck.

your eyes flutter closed at the feeling of him sucking deep purple hickeys into your skin, desperate moans filling the air around you.

"s-sung..." he hums at the sound of his name leaving your lips, acknowledging you quietly. the man then trails his kisses down your body tauntingly slow before he reaches the waistband of your little skirt.

sunghoon looks up at you through his eyebrows before kissing your pelvis bone through the fabric of your skirt. your chest heaves up and down in short, frantic breaths once you feel his cold hands slide up the sides of your thighs , trailing them upwards and under your skirt.

"can i take this off?" you rapidly blink, questioning his motives.

"hoon... w-wait i thought... you were- i thought..." he cocks his eyebrows up, making your wetness pool in your panties.

"will you let me show you what it feels like to have your pussy ate, my love? want hoonie to make you feel good?" you ponder for a second, hesitating on the thought.

"what if.. what if i taste bad or i can't finish,,, or-"

"baby, i don't care. let me taste this pretty pussy, yeah? wanna let sungie fuck you with his tongue? split you apart?" you whimper at his vulgar words, your eyes fluttering closed while you shake your head yes.

at the confirmation, he slides the fabric of your skirt down and passed your ankles, throwing it down on the ground to be forgotten. sunghoon refocuses his attention to the prominent wet patch littering the pink lacy underwear.

"god, you're so wet already and i haven't even touched you" he teases you through half lidded eyes, the cold pad of his finger coming in contact with your clothed clit. you whine at his actions, the butterflies in your stomach making your head cloud over with nothing but the dirty, vile thoughts of everything you want sunghoon to do to you.

the way he gently starts to massage shapes into your bundle of nerves has you quietly speaking his name, your hands coming down to bunch his hair inbetween your fingers.

sunghoon pushes your panties to the side, his fingers slipping through your wet folds. a hiss sounds from just below your hips, the feeling of your slick dripping through his fingers is indescribable.

"such a pretty pussy" he eyeballs you, making you feel shy underneath his lingering gaze.

your clit twitches repeatedly thanks to the gentle friction he creates, your back arching off the couch in order to help your hips grind into his hand.

after a moment, you feel sunghoon plunge a long finger into your pussy, your mouth slacking open in a perfect O shape as moans and whimpers dance off your tongue in a beautiful chant, all for sunghoon and sunghoon alone.

"how does it feel, angel face?" his breath fans your pussy as he speaks, and all coherent thoughts fall out of your brain as quickly as they come.

"s-s' good,,- feels s' good please" you squeak, your thighs spreading apart even further to grant him more access.

"so tight, perfect little virgin pussy all spread out just for me" his free hand comes down to peel your panties further to the side, his tongue darting out in order to lick a stripe up your wet slit, gathering your juices on his tongue.

"tastes so sweet, my sweetest girl" your face flushes at his words, but your hips grind up into his face once he wraps his lips around your clit in order to suck down on the bundle of nerves.

"oh my god" you squeal at the newfound feeling, your heart beating out of your chest so rapidly, you're convinced it could burst at any given moment.

"sucking in my finger so perfectly, i don't think you can take any more baby" you shake your head no, but the prominent pout on his lips taunts you into thinking you can take just a little more.

sunghoon adds another finger swiftly into your hole, stretching you even more with his his slender fingers. you hiss at the stretch, trying your hardest to adjust to the newfound sensation that radiates throughout your body in ripples. the way sunghoons tongue laps at your heat as if he were desperately searching for the last sip of water drives you insane - he cant help himself , you're just too fucking sweet.

"i feel weird, hoonie i- i cant , feels s' weird" your eyes squeeze shut as white-hot pleasure shoots through your veins . your fingers tug on his hair harsly and your hips buck up into his mouth, everything begins to feel hot and overstimulating, a thin layer of sweat forming on the skin of your forehead.

"let it happen sweet, you gonna cum for me?" he asks, even though he already has his answer the moment his fingers find the sweetspot that adorns your velvety, tight walls.

"please, please please please a-ah" his teeth biting down on your clit send you into overdrive - your abdomen tightens as the string in your tummy snaps - juices squirting all over the lower half of sunghoons face as your pussy squeezes his digits tightly.

"there you go, look so so pretty when you're makin' a mess all over me... my pretty little cum slut, hmm" his eyes widen as you cream around his fingers, white gooey slick oozing from your hole where his fingers fuck you apart sloppily.

"sun-sungie fuck" your hips and thighs jolt in his hold, and you can feel yourself come crashing down from your high at lightening speed. as your body relaxes into sunghoon, he pulls his fingers out of your fluttering hole.

"god you're absolutely perfect"

[chowadoe]

sonadow fankid blast 💥 meet Breaker! his twin is up next 🕺

primarily takes after Sonic, taking over the day shift of watching Green Hills and the 'hero' mantle. beloved face. helps grandmas across the street. avid errand runner. has helpful big brother/camp counselor vibes!

🌖 At first I named him Breaker as a shorthand for 'daybreak' (his twin being named Dusk) and thought it was stupid (bc Sonic would name his kid something stupid) but the more i thought about it.. the more it worked.. windbreaker…. circuit breaker…a breaker being a heavy sea wave connecting to Sonic's fear of water..breaks/brakes… mm wordplay

very aloof! enjoys life. loves hiking. he loves anything with a good view. prefers to take it a day at a time, if given the choice. has a curiosity and interest in the powers and skills of others he's incredibly strong w/ powers including electricity + Chaos Control/time-space manipulation (and still wearing limiters)

he is extremely tactical with when and how he uses Chaos Control. With new opponents Breaker wouldn't use his Chaos Control, relying on speed and fistpower. If he did, he'd make it seem that he was just extremely fast getting places, using the shadows of his opponent and surrounding environment to slip between places

ever since he was a little, Breaker’s always come out on top. he’s always looked up to heroes, naturally- after all both their fathers were. and he’s settled into the role quite nicely, one of Green Hills’ very own, and just as beloved. all the townsfolk know him, all the women fawn over him, a true bonafide role model. But even his twin brother Dusk wonders/isn't sure if thats really what he wants or if its simply a role he’s acclimated to.

Breaker has a bit of an iceberg to his character. Most people see the very top layer, what they see day-to-day of the young aloof Mobian heralded as "Sonic and Shadow's son". there's something else that goes on beneath..

his powers essentially distort him from living the same wavelength as others. Like that moment in Sonic Prime where Sonic is going so fast, time has essentially stopped for everyone else. Tapping into this power has led him to believe he is invincible in ways, but not entirely. he enjoys all the scuffs, he enjoys what life has to throw him, his friends, etc. It keeps him grounded. as a result, he has a curiosity when he finally gets to dance with danger one-on-one like the average Mobian. he appreciates any opportunity to throw himself into dangerous situations because he enjoys the thrill of possibly getting hurt, as the pain allows him to feel 'mortal'.

One of his core principals is that he doesn’t want people hurt. He wants people safe. But sometimes it's unsure if thats the case or if its because he wants other people out of his way so he can set the stage between just him and his opponent.. and thus, minimize the collateral damage/cleanup.

He is rather tactical outside of battle too and does especially well in social settings. he already has the chops for it, being charismatic from the getgo, but he knows how to set people/things/his environment up in ways that would allow him to get to that final push for things to go his way without anyone being aware he had pulled any strings at all. he is incredibly observant, always picking up on the finer details. his hobby for people watching both comes in clutch as a both hobby he truly enjoys and something that could help him in future instances.

Whether Breaker wants to admit it or not, he cares about his image. Although his swagger is already quite effortless, he cares how the townsfolk perceive him, not just for the sake of vanity or narcissism but because he understands that people need an idol- they need guidance. That's what his dad was, and that's what he's for. It's what the stars were here for-- people had to look up somewhere for answers. He understands that he is something like a guiding light, a north star- but if they choose to refuse him, it's no skin off his back bc that’s their choice. He doesn't interfere with the choices people decide to make for themselves.

Breaker is a weird paradox character. where he's direct and very upfront, he is also so incredibly indirect about stuff too. Bro's always contradicting himself which makes it very hard for anyone to really pinpoint just what he's thinking beyond what they might know from the "hero" image he shows off.

Being good is a choice for him. But it's a choice he doesn't think about and something he's trained himself to wholeheartedly believe is instinct, as he doesn't believe himself to be a bad guy (and he isn't!) But it's like making a lie real and true.

Breaker, like his brother, has his own brand of isolation. Because of his powers, he lives on a different wavelength to other people. Always looking things through a window. He can look close enough to pretend the glass isn't there, that he's with there with everyone else, but there still exists that separation. So he chases after whatever makes him feel 'alive' and in the moment with everyone else.

[yanderenightmare]

♡ TW: noncon, nsfw, morally grey reader

♡ FEM reader

Thinking about your loser colleague… He’s the nerdiest guy, and he’s got the biggest, fattest crush on you—and it makes him utterly blind to all your tricks and how you manipulate him to do your work around the office like your own personal errand boy.

You’re not mean. You swear it! You’re not mean—you know it’s wrong of you to enjoy and abuse his attention like this without any intention of ever reciprocating it! Of course, you know it’s awful of you to string him along, never telling him you’re not into him like that, that he’s wasting his time on you, that he should move on. You’re a nice girl! You promise! Of course, if he were to actually confess, you’d tell him the truth at once! You’d let him down easy. But as it stands right now, he hasn’t asked—and so it’s innocent—both his unworded crush and your unspoken flattery. Sure, it might be a little narcissistic, but it’s not a crime for a girl to bask in attention!

Do you lead him on? Mh… well… not exactly. You’re being nice, is all. Sure, some might call what you do flirting back, but you act that way with plenty of people, not just him. If he reads into it, that’s on him. Right?

Okay, fine, so you’re a little mean. So what? Is it really so wrong of you to play with him just a little bit? No. Or… at least not entirely. Think about it—in a way, you’re making his day with your little tricks. How you return his long longing stares with your own lingering looks and coy smiles—taking him outside with you to smoke during your break, talking to him in giggles over small inside jokes you’ve developed between just the two of you, applying your lipgloss all exaggeratingly as they do in the movies, borrowing his jacket when it gets too cold for you in your inappropriate tops, squeezing your arms tightly over your chest, making your tits squish up to meet him and his shameful leer.

Truly, adults shouldn't act this way—but you just can’t help yourself!

And it’s not as if he isn’t equally guilty! Looking at you like that! It’s not as if you don’t know exactly what perverted little thoughts go tumbling through his head—picturing you naked in compromising positions, probably playing with your image like a toy doll, dressing you up in kinky clothes to fit all his dirty fantasies, making you say all sorts of vile things for him.

You’re both awful! So it’s fine. A quid pro quo, as they call it. A tit for tat if you’re nasty.

And honestly, a nerdy guy like him should know better. A pretty girl like you—popular and a sweetheart, to top it all off—he can’t seriously believe he has an actual chance, can he? Of course not—that would make him delusional. You’re not torturing him. In any case, he’s torturing himself!

And you seriously think he might just keep it up forever.

But you might be going too far this time—laying it on too thick—stretching him too thin—asking him to drive you home after an office party, giggling and all but moaning all your words in the passenger seat next to him, wearing nothing but a short little black slip, no bra, no nothing except for a pair of strappy little heals. 

“Oh! What a night—these shoes are killing me!” you sigh while taking them both off as he drives. Even in your drunk state, you can see the way his hands tighten around the wheel and how he shifts all uncomfortably in his seat, breathing thickly—it makes you smile.

You throw your head back in relief once they’re both off—chest jutting forth as you rub your thighs together. And he swallows thickly—jaw clenched so tight, he couldn’t say anything even if he had anything to say. But you know he doesn’t—you, with your milky skin on display, have rendered him speechless. 

Your smile curls at the corners, and you know it’s cruel, but you have absolutely no idea how to reel it in anymore. He makes you feel like an untouchable goddess being worshipped—makes you want to laugh as he bows his head in the dirt and prays to you with all he has.

Oh, the poor boy, you’ve got him wound so tightly around your little finger—you don’t even know how to release him anymore. You’re both in way too deep, it’s getting hard for either of you to think clearly anymore.

“I’ll follow you in—just to make sure you get to bed safely,” he offers once stopping outside your place. And lost to the wine in your bloodstream, you haven’t the slightest little hang-up over how he knows your address without having asked.

Completely oblivious, you keep floating on cloud nine, smiling while murmuring, “What a nice guy~ How ‘bout you carry me up the steps as well—” 

You’d meant it as a tease, but he takes it in all manners of seriousness, rounding the car, opening your door, and then scooping you up before your bare feet even have the chance of meeting the pavement below—but you don’t complain.

Only cheering, “Oh~” 

It’s surprising, maybe even a little bit impressive. He’s tall, but he looks more lean than anything—like an overgrown boy—a far cry from a rugged man of strength, but here he is, acting just so, carrying you like a princess—with ease, you might add. But you suppose it’s been hard for you to tell his true build from beneath those big, cozy sweaters he always wears. Resting on it now, you can tell his chest is actually quite firm.

“I didn’t know you were so strong~" You keep flirting, paying no mind to how his hands grope into your exposed skin—you can allow him that much. Otherwise, feeling too swept up in your own feminine guiles—aroused by your sheer seductiveness—hot and bothered and thinking you’re going to touch yourself to yourself tonight and laugh about how you have the poor office loser waiting on you, hands and knees.

You find your keys in your clutch and unlock the door from the cradle of his arms—before you’re carried inside like a queen, all the way to your bedroom, where he lays you down gently on your bed. 

You sigh happily at the soft, nice embrace—feeling successful while melting into the cakey mattress—all but ready to find your vibe and ride the high.  That is, until feeling a certain pair of hands start undressing you.

“Hey—what’re you doing?” you jolt, gripping your dress in a panic—looking shock-eyed into his round ones.

“Just making you comfortable,” he says softly, looking a little bit like a kicked pup—making your nerves return calm. 

Oh, of course, he is—you can’t blame a guy for trying. However, there are limits to what’s allowed in this little game of yours. And you think that’s crossing one.

“Thanks, but…” You chuckle—faking being shy while batting your lashes. “That wouldn’t be appropriate. You see—” Voice sultry as you admit, “I’m not wearing anything underneath.”

How you have the gall to keep teasing him is beyond you, and so you keep blaming it all on liquid courage—otherwise, certain the devil is making you do it.

“Thanks for taking me home, though.”

You smile before turning to rest on your side, facing away from where he stands by your bedside with hope in his poor eyes—oh, you almost feel bad—if only your well-fed ego weren’t already making you feel on top of the world. 

“You can leave the key beneath the welcome matt. Drive safely. I’ll see you on Monday.”

Eyes closed in bliss while grinning from ear to ear, you’ve come to terms with your terrible nature and have found the perfect way of sleeping at night despite it. Your poor colleague, so hopelessly infatuated with you and such a sucker for it—making you relive your mean girl queen bee school days all over again.

It’s the drink! You swear! It makes you feel all types of demonic—wanting to play with your favorite toy—see just how far you can take it before making him break. But, as always, one should be careful what one wishes for.

“You know…” A dark voice occupies your bedroom. From behind you. You’d thought he’d left already—gone out to his car to beat his blue-balled cock to his fantasy of you, but no. 

“Playing hard to get is one thing…” he continues. “Being a stuck-up bitch is another.”

You try to whip around, but it’s too late by then.

“You’ve had your fun with me. It’s time I have my fun with you.”

Nothing could have prepared you for his sudden change—the moment when all your teasing and tricks finally made him snap! 

He’s on top of your back. Straddling you—a heavy hand in your hair, pushing your face back down into the soft mattress below, while the other hand picks your dress up, pulling over your butt and leaving it exposed.

“Hey! What are you—” You try to make him calm down—to stop—but it’s as though nothing you say has any impact—or, no—instead, it has the complete opposite effect of what you want.

A sharp feeling blossoms across your ass cheek. It takes a moment before you realize he’d hit you—spanked you.

His grip on your hair tightens, pulls your face up to meet him where he leans down to your ear—voice venom-laced and shy of unhinged, “You’ve enjoyed yourself tonight, haven’t you? Teasing and toying with me—thinking I’ll just sit back and take it.”

His hand digs between your thighs—slipping through despite how you mend them shut—now dragging his fingers through your puffy slit, forcing two inside your tightly needy hole, uncaring to the cry it reaps from you.

“I’m the one who made your pussy wet like this, so it’s only right I have my way with it.”

♡ BNHA – Deku, Shoto, Shigaraki, Shinso ♡ JJK – Nanami, Yuuta, Choso ♡ HQ – Kageyama ♡ CSM – Yoshida ♡ BLLK – Isagi ♡ WB – Sakura, Suo

♡ FEM x M INSERT masterlist ♡ GN x M INSERT masterlist

[specialgradefckr]

Beat Your Heart to Death

tw: explicit content, extremely toxic dynamics. gojo/geto, gojo/reader, geto/reader, and yes, stsg/reader. female!reader. mutual pining, requited unrequited feelings, the yearning, good god, the YEARNING. relatively unwilling voyeurism. EXTREMELY manipulative dynamics – boundary pushing, gaslighting, etc.

satoru and suguru are completely fucking deranged. their brains are operating on a level where human consciousness and emotion just hits different. they say INSANE shit at the end of this fic. you have been warned.

Sequel: Heartline Gone Flat

This must be what dying feels like.

You watch them, together. Leaning against one another, sleeping, vulnerable. Curled up in each other's embrace.

This must be what dying feels like. Seeing the man you love and the man you lust for, so painfully, peacefully, blissfully in love with each other.

If this is dying, you're surely going to hell for thinking something so awful about a feeling so beautiful.

It’s the sort of thing you think to yourself, bury deep – deep – inside the recesses of your mind. Dredging it out in the late hours of the night when you can’t sleep. Wallowing in your unrequited love, feeling sorry for yourself, while also comforting yourself with the thought that at least now you didn’t have to do anything.

You would never have to approach your longtime crush, Suguru Geto, and potentially ruin your friendship with him. It was something you’d struggled with for years, and after Gojo showed up – you didn’t have to struggle anymore. It was already lost.

And the insane twists your fantasies would play out for you, in those lonely nights in bed – you could be free of those, too. You could completely dismiss the insane idea of propositioning the man-whore menace of a human being who made your heart race, Satoru Gojo.

Satoru and Suguru loved each other, and it would be wrong to get in the way of that. At this point, even saying anything to either of them would be a trespass on your friendship, with both of them.

That was all there was to it. Nothing more to be done. You were mourning your feelings. Strangling your dreamy sighs at Suguru’s kind gestures, stomping the flutter in your chest when you caught Satoru smiling. Killing your heart and leaving it to rot, stepping around it like it’s not there.  

Unfortunately, you couldn’t escape the fact that all three of you lived together.

It doesn’t help that Satoru is just as prone to PDA with Suguru as he was with all his numerous hookups. More, even, because he doesn’t keep it to just his bedroom, doesn’t make the token efforts to stay quiet at night and shoo them out in the morning.

You do your best. Look away. Try to ignore how your heart jumps, twists, does all sorts of funny things at the sight of them kissing.

Satoru’s pretty white lashes flutter closed, Suguru’s warm gaze softens, cheeks flushed as Satoru’s hands jump up to cling to him. He cups Satoru’s face like it’s a treasure, tilting his head and leaning into the kiss like he can’t get enough of it –

You’re staring, fuck. You’re looking too closely. The scene burns itself into your eyes and you want to rip them out, never see it again. But you struggle to avert your gaze, greedy mind committing every detail to memory with a racing heart, dry mouth.

Thirsty, you’re so thirsty, in every sense of the word. They lean into each other, so in sync and so affectionate in a way that tugs on your every heart string. Fuck!

You start to just leave the room when it happens. You’d rather die than get caught staring, you’d rather go without water than thirst for droplets.

And you’d really, really, rather cut your fucking eyes out than face the feelings the sight awakens in you. Longing, yearning, how you want to tear them both off each other at once, how you want to see more, more, more, you want to touch, you want to taste –

God, fuck. You’re like one of those shitty girls who fetishizes male relationships. Aren’t you? You feel like this might be that. But you’re attracted to both of them individually, so it can’t be that, right? You’re not a creep, you’re just greedy. You leave the room when they kiss! You’re respecting their privacy!

They notice, though, is the thing. Not your staring (god you fucking hope they’ve never noticed the staring) but how you leave the room when they get affectionate with each other. It’s Suguru who pulls you aside to ask.

“…and listen, I know you’re not like that, I totally know, so does Satoru. It just… makes him feel a little weird, you know? He was raised by a traditional family, so they either think this is a phase, or call him disgusting to his face.”

Fuck your life. Actually fuck your ENTIRE life. “Of course not – I never – ”

“No no no, I know, I told you, he does too, it’s just – it’s a little disconcerting for him. But I can talk to him, make him understand. This is your house, too, you have the right not to see that sort of stuff.”

That just makes you feel a bit worse, actually. Satoru and Suguru shouldn’t have to hide away in their room whenever they want to kiss. It’s their own home.

“I’m sorry, Suguru, I – I don’t have any problem with you guys doing it around the house. I just…” You shift uncomfortably. “I’m not super comfortable with… PDA sort of stuff. It has nothing to do with you both being guys.”

Suguru nods, “No, I understand completely. Satoru will be disappointed, but you’re setting boundaries, and I respect that – ”

“It’s not that,” You say, “I – you can do whatever you like, really, I’ll just leave – ”

“No,” Suguru interrupts with a sigh, “That’s what’s bothering him. I think deep down he’s a little worried that you find it… disturbing.”

Your chest tightens with anxiety as you rush to reassure him, “Of course I don’t!”  

“No, I know, I know, we both do,” Suguru says in that warm, comforting voice of his, “It’s just how he feels – you know he can’t control that.”

And then your stupid mouth rushes ahead of you. Writes a check your heart can’t afford to cash.

“It’s fine! You don’t have to stop, I. Just… tell him I felt like I was intruding. I didn’t think he saw it as me being disgusted.”

And your heart will pay willingly, because Suguru gives you that smile. Warm and affectionate. The smile you’d fallen in love with.

“You’re not intruding at all. I’ll tell him you said so, it’ll be a great weight off his mind.”

So now the love of your life makes out with his boyfriend and you can’t even leave the room. Hahah. God. Maybe you should start thinking of a way to move out?

Problem: When Satoru moved in, he’d basically started paying all the bills. He didn’t have to worry about being cut off from the family money – even at his young age, he had his own financial success. Even if it started out with a few trust funds and an appointed position at one of his parent’s companies.

Every rent listing looked expensive when your current rate was “free”. And fuck, rent was expensive. You’d have to deal with other roommates, people you didn’t know (and love) as long as Suguru (and Satoru, at this point, you’d known him for years), and you’d be paying for the privilege.

You try, oh, do you ever try to get over it. Sexuality is fluid, after all, so it’s perfectly possible that Satoru and Suguru just ended up being gay. Being with either of them may never have been an option, except maybe as one of Satoru’s flings.

And wouldn’t that just suck? To have one night with Satoru only to watch him realize he’s gay and mutually in love with your longtime crush? Better to never sleep with him at all. You can’t miss something you’ve never had. And you wouldn’t want to be a fling anyways.

The thought stings more than it should, because deep down –

(You’d take it. You know you’d take it. That’s why you’re still here, really, under all the excuses. You’re fucking pathetic, pining for both of them. You’d take anything you could get.)

It doesn’t help that they get freer with their affections after your talk with Suguru. Looser. So unrestrained. You walk in on them fucking in the living room, having come back early from class, face burning up as you stand there stock still for a moment.

They don’t stop, or freak out, or cover themselves or anything. You see Suguru’s naked chest above the couch, Satoru’s hands pinned over the armrest of it, their bare legs and feet entwined and sticking over the other side of the couch. They’re both so fucking tall.

So beautiful. Satoru moans so pretty, and you hear Suguru purr, low and filthy, “Like that, you little whore?” and you feel yourself clenching all the way to your core.

You make a wild dash across the living room, staying on the other side of the couch so they can’t see you. Closing the door to your bedroom as quickly and quietly as you can, panting to yourself, feeling the heat rising on your face and the warm pulse between your legs.

(Pathetic, fucking pathetic. It’s like you’re actually some horny teenage boy with a crush on a pretty girl out of his league, rubbing one out every time you see her with her equally hot girlfriend.)

You’ve got to get ahold of yourself.

Your routine has changed, with the both of them being together, so openly. There were little things you’d shared, now gone, lost to the unfathomable whirlpool that was their relationship.

Used to be you’d buy sweets on grocery trips to share with Satoru. It was an old habit of yours, and when he’d first moved in, he’d caught you with them. Reaching for some with a grin before you smacked him away.

The look he gave you, a slow smirk before he went all wide-eyed and pleading, staggering to his knees like a proper starving drama queen – god, he had to know how he’d made your heart flutter. He probably pulled that on so many people.

Still, he would eat the candies right out of your hand, lips just teasing on your fingertips, eyes lingering on you while he licked his lips. It made you feel weird, at first, but you eventually realized that Satoru was just a weird guy.

He’d yawn and stretch and if he caught you or Suguru watching he’d flash his whole chest, like a girl flashing her tits. He slept naked and left the bathroom door open when he was using it, and he’d often knock when on your bathroom when you were in there, even if he had his own.

He had about ten different game consoles and games for them, plus a huge collection of movies, which he likes to watch with the room completely dark. He sleeps with a nightlight on, and his social media picture is an ugly picture of him from high school with these weird round sunglasses.

Not at all what you expected from a pretty boy like him. But Satoru’s eccentric charm, and the unstoppable allure of his perfect face and body, it rewired your brain somehow. You feel like you’ve wanted him for as long as you’ve known him.

You try to find other people. But the problem with living with Satoru and Suguru is that no one is up to your standards. You’ll never meet anyone as handsome or beautiful as either of them, so why bother?

In your defense, Suguru is hard to fall out of love with.

It’s not uncommon to wake up to the sound of your favorite breakfast being cooked while Suguru hums away in the kitchen, his pretty hair all tied back. If you sneak in quietly enough you can catch a tender smile on his face, the smell of freshly ground and brewed coffee he makes for Satoru in some expensive machine.

If you are unlucky, he’ll catch you, and that smile will grow as soon as his eyes are on you and you’ll fall in love all over again. If you’re lucky, you can sneak back away, but Suguru will eventually come and wake you up with a knock so gentle you suspect he already knows you’re up.

He shares his hair care routine, and it leaves your hair shiny and lovely. But your hair isn’t exactly like his, so he must have adjusted it.

He offers to help you brush or style it, himself, and asks you if you wouldn’t mind repaying the favor. Like you wouldn’t kill or die for the honor of running your hands through his silken locks.

Suguru is the type of guy who remembers when you get your period and asks if you need anything for it. You magically find your favorite fruits in the fridge, cut up, dipped in chocolate or caramel or yoghurt, however you like them best.

He does your laundry without being asked because he says it’s easier, and cleans dishes before you can get to them.

Every birthday he throws you a party, bakes a cake and he’ll spend hours to perfect a meal from scratch to go along with it. He’s perfect at finding a thoughtful present – Satoru just gives you cash, or some expensive luxury purchase you find fashionable but would never buy for yourself (Suguru definitely went shopping with him).

You get why Satoru likes him. Satoru’s sort of a slob, always leaving clothes on the floor – walking around shirtless like he knows exactly what it does to anyone watching “Just providing a public service, babe~” – and Suguru is so perfectly domestic.

Almost motherly. Whenever you misplace something, the fastest way to find it is invariably to ask Suguru, if he doesn’t approach you first with a concerned smile after watching you look.

After enough times catching Suguru sternly chide him for not putting away his clothes, leaving wrappers on the table, forgetting to put his shoes away; you’re relatively sure Satoru’s called him mom or mommy at some point. Possibly during sex.

And god, you get it. Those gentle tones of “Is everything all right?”, and “I tweaked the recipe, how do you like it?” and “I’m just really happy you enjoyed it.”, it’s enough to make your heart ache.

How, exactly, are you supposed to fall out of love with Suguru Geto?

How are you supposed to leave, how are you supposed to want to, especially when you swear you hear him call himself Daddy, and you find your face getting hotter than it should be.

Whispering to Satoru how “I’ve got you, baby,” and “Let Daddy take care of you, mhhm?”

And god, the high-pitched whimpers Satoru makes in response. He’s a tall guy, mewling, melting beneath Suguru’s hands, his words, his cock – and you could so easily imagine yourself in his place –

How are you supposed to be platonic about this?

 How are you supposed to stop touching yourself when they’re practically putting on personalized porn shows for you?

It's after the third time that you start to think they're doing this on purpose.

Whatever’s between them is something you just couldn’t understand. You get that, you do.

The way they look into each other’s eyes – there’s no way Suguru has ever looked at you like that, no way Satoru would ever want you that badly.

It’s something magnetic that makes them slot together at all times, draws their gazes to one another, leaves no room for anyone else –

But you stumble on them… a lot.

Never mind making out on the couch. You turn into the laundry room to see Satoru backed against the washer machine, his cock so far Suguru’s throat you can see it bulge.

His face is flushed, eyes teary, one hand loosely in Suguru’s hair while he whimpers. Dark eyes gazing up at him, fierce, Adam’s apple bobbing and another noise escaping him.

Or Satoru’s sitting rather innocently in Suguru’s lap, at a certain angle, but the sounds he’s making are less than innocent. Vile, even. Suguru’s broad hand wrapped around Satoru’s cock, pumping up and down, Satoru’s body shifting as you can tell he’s grinding down against something below.

And sometimes it’s really just the noises. You’ve heard them so often now it feels like you can put expressions to every moan and grunt and whimper and whine. Satoru makes a certain sort of gasp and your imagination jumps to think of how deep Suguru must be inside him, how his pretty face must look, twisted in pleasure.

They come back sometimes, from parties, drunk together. Leaning on one another like they could never lean on you – you’re not tall, not built like either of them are. Cheeks flushed as they whisper words into one another’s ears, Satoru giggling, kissing his cheek, Suguru laughing and squeezing his waist as they stumble into their room.

Like they’re in their own little world that you could never intrude on. You just catch glimpses every now and then. They don’t even look at you, it’s like you’re not even there – their eyes are locked on one another.

But that isn’t the worst of it.

Satoru and Suguru start bringing other people in.

No - they start bringing other girls into it. Like it's a punishment for catching them, only, you're fairly certain they wanted to be caught.

Satoru’s never been shy when he had a girl over, about walking around shirtless – maybe it’s an exhibitionism thing. And you’re someone they know well, someone tolerant (pathetic) enough to not say anything.

Either that or they’re both just that good at pretending you aren’t there. But they talk to you, all the time. You eat meals together, have movie nights (if you ignore how Satoru will not-so-discreetly put his hand on the inside of Suguru’s thigh while you’re all sitting together), grocery shop together, smile and laugh and share things about your day.

It’s just that they’re also dating each other. And in love, so in love, it’s painfully obvious that there’s no room for anyone else between them. Which makes the girls they bring over turn your stomach even more.

Sure, they’re one night stands. But they don’t even try to keep it quiet. You hear unfamiliar, high-pitched moans and whimpers, a wet smacking sound that has to be Satoru overdramatically eating pussy.

You wonder what his face looks like. What his eyes look like. Is he staring up at her when she does it? Does she have a hand in the feather-down softness of his hair? Or maybe Suguru’s hand, shoving him forward, that sly smirk that creeps over his lips when you’ve seen his eyes grow dark with want.

Is she whimpering because she’s close? Do they tease her, edging her, enjoying the expressions on her face, the way her body trembles? When she begs, is it for them to stop, or keep going? Whose dick is it inside her? Satoru’s, Suguru’s? What does it feel like? Satoru’s stupid enough to do it without a condom but Suguru isn’t.

What are they doing when she cums? You hear Suguru groan (you know how his groans sound, you know how both of them sound), so he must be cumming too. What’s Satoru doing? He’s too needy to be left alone for long.

Is he watching while he jerks himself? Has Suguru forced him to sit back? Or maybe he’s down where the action is, right where Suguru’s cock is buried inside her, laving over her clit and his cock like the slut he is until they both cum all over his face.

Why can’t that be you? Why don’t they want you?

Your fists clench harder than they should.

One night you stumble onto them in the middle of the living room, all at it in plain view.

Satoru is in Suguru’s lap, tall enough to tower over him. Suguru’s hand wrapped around his throat, choking him, head tilted back in bliss as his lashes flutter. There’s a woman on her knees, between their spread legs, sucking Satoru off.

And you can tell, by the way Satoru shudders, how he’s loose like putty in Suguru’s arms, that Suguru’s dick is buried deep inside him.

Satoru and Suguru don’t even try to pretend it was an accident. Some fucking roommates they are.

Suguru will smile and blush when you ask him about it, apologizing in soothing, kind tones, offering to never bring another girl home again if it bothered you – you’ve been through the goddamn song and dance so many times already.

He has this way of just. Making you feel guilty for even asking in the first place. Like you were presumptuous to say anything at all, unless it was something he wanted to hear.

It’s turned you into this. So eager to please but desperate to keep them at arm’s length. Wanting, longing, and starving for it. Watching because you quite literally can’t do anything else, sights burned into your eyes. Unable to look away. Unable to keep watching.

You don't know what they want from you.

You don’t think you want to, anymore.

Satoru and Suguru are getting impatient.

No, Suguru is getting impatient. Satoru is getting desperate. It was his idea to start going out and finding girls to bring back and fuck.

It wasn’t particularly difficult between the two of them. And promising, at first – after all, what was more likely to get you to snap than watching – hearing – the two of them give some other girl everything you’ve ever wanted on a silver platter?

But you just keep going. Gritting your teeth and bearing with it. Suguru spent a whole week dislodging your vibrator slightly from its charging port, slowly squeezing your lube bottle empty, doing everything he could to drive you to the brink.

Satoru’s starting to remark how much it’s a waste of time. He gets snippy when he’s needy, and lately, Suguru’s cock just isn’t enough for him. He has to go through your laundry, plant a camera in your bedroom on one of those few nights they stay out late enough to give you some private time.

Satoru makes him wear your clothes when Suguru fucks him, lets Suguru gag him with your panties when it’s the other way around.

They play dress-up together and watch you touch yourself at awkward angles with muddied sound quality. It’s not enough, not nearly enough.

Privately, Suguru is a little worried. Satoru’s getting weird – not that he hasn’t always been. But weirder.

He goes right into the bathroom after every time you use it. He’s always quick to reach your drinks for a “taste test” after you’ve had a sip. And Suguru knows for a fact Satoru isn’t using his own toothbrush at night.

He keeps talking about you. Looking at you. Whispering dirty suggestions in his ears, asking impatiently if you look like you’re going to snap.

Satoru is needy like that, demanding, and you’d always balanced him out while helping Suguru relax.

But there’s a distance now that wasn’t there before. The tension builds and builds, needs unmet for so long that desperation is clawing at both of them.

And that’s to say nothing of his own desires. Satoru, for all his faults, still has self-control.

Suguru passes your door every night and stops for a moment. He serves you dinner with a smile, domestic as he is, and thinks how easy it would be to slip something in there. To make sure you’d sleep through the night.

Would it even matter if you didn’t? You let him get away with so much. You love him, you must love him, don’t you? There’s no other reason you would put up with all of this. If he did slip, you’d forgive him, wouldn’t you? You’d drink up all his honeyed words with the same smile you always gave him.

But if he gave you such a convenient excuse, then he would always doubt. Whether you really loved him or if he just made it convenient to love him.

More importantly, you’re looking at them different. It was good, at first; your pretty eyes darting in a different direction, the way you try to hide your face, keep your words especially cool.

 They want you to TAKE what you want. Want you yelling and screaming and scratching them up like the hellcat they know you are, deep down.

“How long,” He whines between groans as Geto works between his legs, fingering him as he sucks his cock, “Is she gonna make us wait – fuck!”

Suguru pulls away with a pop. Saliva and precum dripping from his lips. Satoru pulls him in for a kiss, by the hair.

“You know she’s liked me a while,” Suguru murmurs, swallowing a moan or two as he works another finger into his hole. “She’s scared of pushing me away. And now that you’re my boyfriend, she probably wouldn’t want to break us up.”

“Fuck, but imagine if she did.” Satoru bucks into him, “She wants us, I know she does.”

He’s always so needy, like a puppy. Suguru likes it, but he can admit that he wants you, too. Misses the energy you’d provide. You’re not demanding like Satoru is. Too prideful. Satoru’s shameless. But you want, oh, do you ever want, and they both do know it.

Once he’s stretched Satoru out enough, he wastes no time shoving him onto his belly, burying himself in his hole from behind – “Fuck! Suguru!”

“On it right now,” He purrs, close to Satoru’s back, reaching lazily for his cock.

Satoru doesn’t like to cum too soon anyways. He likes to cum from getting fucked, to be edged into oblivion – or he likes going hard and fast and overstimulated to no end. Not much in between, unless he was the one in charge.

“Imagine it,” He pants like a dog beneath him. He’s pretty, so pretty, and the only thing Suguru could imagine that would be better is to see your face looking up at him from underneath Satoru, “Suguru!”

He grunts, thrusting his hips harder, “Imagining. What am I imagining?” God, Satoru’s a slut and a nuisance, but it’s always been worth it to indulge him.

“Her,” Satoru breathes after a particularly hard thrust, “Trying to break us up.”

Suguru grabs his hips for better leverage. Satoru dirty talks best when he’s getting fucked hard, after all.

“Fuck, imagine if she got me drunk or something, hngh, finally followed through on those fuck-me eyes she’s always giving me, ghhgh, fuck yes like that, and. Just fucked me in our room, waiting for you to walk in on us together.”

And he can see it, picture it so well.

A drunk night with the most beautiful man alive, because that’s what Satoru is; pretty even now, beneath him, all sweat and lean body trembling as he gets utterly railed.

You’ve always had the attraction, and Satoru couldn’t handle his liquor, and all the sudden, you’d slept together.

“Would you – ah, ahHhh, would you get mad, Suguru?” His voice is teasing now, even through the groans and utterances, “Would you cry~?”

“Ha!” He half-chokes out the laugh, because Satoru clenches around him and it’s hard not to cum right away. He’s going to leave bruises from how hard he’s holding those narrow, lovely hips.

“No," Suguru grinds out, "But I’m sure you both would. She’s the type, and you’re so fucking – gah, so fucking needy. What would you want me to do? Forgive you?”

His pace slows down, and he reaches to squeeze his cock in return, just for a taste.

“Nah – fuck! Yes, keep doing that, fuck.” Satoru bucks into his touch, always, always chasing after him, “She’s too fucking nice all the time. If she did it, it would be – hnng – like. A revenge thing. She should be fucking mad already, pissed off. She should make me cum inside her, say she’s pregnant. Make me dump you and marry her, so if she can’t have you, nobody can.”

Suguru barks out a laugh at the concept, and then a moan, choked off as he feels the heat shooting through him at the idea.

You’re too nice, like Satoru says, it’s a laughable concept, you acting like this –

But what had he seen in your eyes that day after you caught them both with that girl?

“Fuck, I swear I feel you twitching inside me – ”

“What would you do, then?” Suguru purrs hotly into his ear, “You want to win her heart while you’re married?”

“Well, we’d fuck all the time,” Satoru wheezes out a giggle, trembling as Suguru’s hand slides along his cock, “Fuck you – haaaahhh. But I’d be making nice with her, being a good husband, and then you could come and have an affair – ”

Fuck, fuck, that’s too much, “Close,” He grunts, driving himself deep and hard, chasing the edge, “Fuck, I could tell her I love her, blackmail her, even – threaten to tell you.”

A groan as Satoru gets closer, and Suguru continues, “I could fuck her, leave her coming home to you full of my cum – ”

“I’d eat it out of her,” Satoru laughs, near deranged as he jerks between fucking back into Suguru and rutting into his hand, “Jerk me off already – ah, fuck, what if you got her pregnant – ”

White-hot, like the idea of your face beneath him, both of them, accepting them with an open heart full of rage and bitterness and lust, Suguru cums.

He’s just aware enough to fist Satoru’s cock, sliding harshly along it until he hears the lovely whore beneath him gasping, twitching, spilling in his hand.

“Fuck, fuck, fuuuuuck,” Satoru whimpers. “Hnghh… god, just the idea of her coming home from the hospital with a black-haired baby.”

“Fuck you,” Suguru barks, because now he wants to cum inside you. He wants, so, so fucking bad to cum inside you.

But god, do you even want them?

You sit there, all day, looking away, running away. That’s not love, is it?

And he’s a romantic, at heart. Satoru is, too. They don’t want anything less than your whole heart. Your entire life, your mind, body, and soul, dedicated to them the way they are to each other. Mad with jealousy and rage and possession.

Satoru had left him with bruises, the day he found out Suguru was crushing on you. When Suguru told him, in no uncertain terms, that he’s been wanted you for over a decade now and he wasn’t leaving before he got you. Blue fury in his eyes, heart twisting in his chest.

He’d looked him in the eye, grin wild and wide. Staring down as he has him pinned. Suguru had raised his knee up between his legs to find his cock desperately hard and throbbing.

“I want to fuck her first,” had been his wicked demand. Pain and pleasure traded like currency in return for love, each of them furious at the other for wanting you. They reaped the cost of their love on each other, settled their scores deep in their souls.

Because even if Suguru had seen you first, could he really say he’d wanted you first? Did he really want to fuck you before Satoru moved in, before he saw you flustered from your attraction and playfully trading banter with Satoru?

Had he wanted Satoru because you wanted Satoru? Had Satoru wanted him because he could see that you did?

Lines cross and uncross between you and the two of them, too tangled to ever unravel.

Time to tighten the knot.

[sixeyesonathiel]

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[emiplayzmc]

My brain: *Comes up with a whole Deltarune AU that I want to turn into a fanfic, and even comes up with a title for it*

Meanwhile, my complete inability to write or make a coherent timeline:

[rafey-baby]

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outlaw!rafe holding pogue!reader hostage in her own house after banging his fist on her door in the middle of a stormy night, demanding to be let in with a gun in hand and wild waves in the sea of his eyes…

c/w: rafe being manipulative, mentions of murder & violence, he’s also weirdly soft in the end? 18+ mdni!

wc: 2k

he’s been stuck in my head for a while so hope u enjoy xx

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There’s still sleep dust lingering in her lashes when she hesitantly cracks open the door at 3 am—revealing a tall, scary man with scarlet stains on his hands, white button up saturated in maroon and a scowl painted over his unsettling countenance.  

She stands there like a deer in headlights, unmoving while he looks down at her with arctic eyes as chilling as the frigid waters surrounding an iceberg. And at first, she thinks she’s still asleep, tired brain conjuring up some creepy murderer scenario where she’s the idiot who does everything the audience in the movie theater is screaming at her not to.

But as she properly blinks her sleepy eyes open, she comes to the realization that this is not a horror film and this intimidating stranger (with oddly appealing features) who’s definitely just killed someone is very much real.  

She’s about to open her mouth— unsure whether to scream for help or simply stare with her mouth hung open in shock, but she doesn’t get the chance to find out before he’s pasting his massive palm over her lips.  

“Don’t make a sound,” his low mutter makes a shiver run down her spine. And she doesn’t, instead she just blinks, too out of it to move a muscle— the reek of the dried blood on his hand hitting her nose and making her face scrunch up.

She doesn’t know why she’s not putting up any sort of a fight, blames it on the fact that half her brain is still swimming in the lake of her dreamland— soaking up the glittering sunbeams that never dull and dipping its toes in the grass that consists of misty nebula and twinkling stars. 

And he’s just so mean, manhandling her to his liking and ordering her around with a gun to her head; grumbling about needing a hiding place from the cops after dumping a body somewhere in the ocean and getting caught since apparently, his temper really just got the best of him at times.  

“Didn’t mean to kill the guy, alright? He jus’ kept bein’ a bitch ‘n pissin’ me off— I mean, I was, uh, I was provoked, what was I supposed to do?”

However, his explanation seems to do very little to soothe her overstrung heart that’s thudding in her ribcage; loud enough for him to hear and earning her an exasperated roll of his eyes.

“M’takin’ a shower now ‘n you’re not gonna move an inch, you understand? Cause if you do…m’gonna have to— m’gonna hurt you ‘n I don’t wanna do that, okay?” 

She merely nods her head, unable to string together a coherent sentence, and he takes note of the way her inhale gets caught in her throat when he takes a step closer. “You, uh, you live alone?”

She offers another nod of her head.  

“Dumb girl”, he tuts, shaking his head in disapproval. “When someone’s knockin’ on your door in the middle of the night you don’t— you don’t fuckin’ open, alright?”  

She’s making it entirely too easy for him.  

However, the second he’s in the bathroom, she forces her exhausted brain to think— hurriedly coming up with a rickety plan while she listens to the water streaming behind the door. She waits for only a a few seconds to make sure the coast is clear before she’s bolting towards her bedroom; trembling fingers grabbing her phone from her nightstand and trying to dial 911.  

Unfortunately, her shaky hands aren’t of any help when they clumsily drop the phone— the clattering sound of it hitting the floor echoing in the quietness of the room. And suddenly she can’t breathe.

Her brain short-circuits as she bends down in an attempt to reach for the wretched device that has somehow tumbled under her bed. However, when she finally catches it in an unsteady grip, she hears the shower turn off— an eerie stillness following. In her state of panic, she attempts to turn the phone back on and call for help, but it’s proving to be rather difficult since her lungs aren’t working and her heartbeat is ringing in her ears.  

“Boo,” a low whisper right behind her makes her flinch; a faint gasp leaving her while a shiver travels down her spine.

“Why’d you jus’ do that, huh? Told you I didn’t wanna— didn’t wanna fuckin’ hurt you ‘n then you go ‘n pull this shit,” a strong hand grips her by her throat when he turns her around to face him.  

“M’sorry, I— I don’t—” she’s paralyzed, respiration shallow while her blood runs cold.

“You don’t what, hm?” he stares into her horror-stricken eyes with an almost bored look, seeming to be entirely indifferent to her torment. 

“Can’t…can’t breathe,” her voice is nearly inaudible.

A grim chuckle bubbles from his chest in response. “Can’t breathe? Maybe you should’ve thought about that before, yeah?” he scoffs, cruel words mocking her.  

“You’re so fuckin’ stupid— want me to kill you? That what you want?” he grits out, squeezing her neck harder; making her feel dizzy.

“No! No, please. M’sorry…m’sorry, won’t— won’t do it again, promise, I’ll do anything—” she manages out, desperately gasping for air because he’s nearly crushing her windpipe in his unrelenting grip.  

“Anythin’ huh? That’s, uh, tha’s real temptin’ ‘n all but what I need you to do is not pull stupid shit like this, you get that?”  

“I won’t, I promise. You can, um, stay here for as long as you want and I’ll help, okay?” she thinks she’s going to pass out soon— little stars already peppering behind her fluttering lids and her weakened limbs beginning to feel heavy.

His coarse panting fills the room while he seems to contemplate her offer. “If you even think about runnin’ to the cops tonight, m’gonna fuckin’ find you, you understand?” 

She frantically nods and at last, his hold begins to loosen around her trachea, allowing for her greedy lungs to finally suck in air as she takes a step back in an attempt to even out her respiration.  

He doesn’t say anything for a moment— silently observing her while she clears her throat and swallows a few times, trying to pacify her racing heart and the thoughts running around her brain.

Then, she blinks up at him, noticing how he smells like her honey-scented body wash and orange blossom shampoo— nothing but a towel hanging low on his hips, leaving very little to her imagination as the room grows quiet.  

Once she feels the flat floorboards under her wobbly feet again, she tries a different approach; a nervous hesitation overlaying her creaky question. “What’s, um…what’s your name?”

“Don’t worry about it,” he dismisses her. However, when a small pout begins to mold her mouth the longer she stares at him, he lets out a discontented huff.  

“Rafe,” he finally responds, not bothering to ask for hers, seemingly not caring enough for it. She tells him, nonetheless, and he can’t help but laugh at her priorities— a literal criminal has broken into her home and she cares about fucking introductions.  

“So…have you— have you killed anyone else?”

She doesn’t know why she’s trying to make small talk with him but she figures that if she gets him to talk about something else, choking her to death won’t be at the forefront of his mind anymore.  

“You seriously wanna know?” he raises his brows. 

She thinks about it for a moment and then settles on a shake of her head, followed by a harsh chuckle rumbling from his chest.  

“So, uh— what do you do? Like besides…killing people and stuff?” she tries once more.  

“Listen, the less you know, the better, alright?” he states, causing her to let out a soft sigh in defeat when all of a sudden, thunder crackles behind her windows, an ablaze lightning illuminating her dimly lit bedroom soon after.  

She flinches at the sound and the nearly sinister way it momentarily lights up his face.  

“You scared of a little storm?” he feigns concern as he peers down at her. “Don’t worry, I’ll keep you safe, yeah?” the mocking grin plastered on his face causes a shudder to travel through her as she swallows—wishing this was all just a really bad nightmare.  

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After the little incident, Rafe thinks she’s just as sweet as sugar, offering to make him tea and asking if he wants a blanket or an extra pillow so he’d be more comfortable sleeping on the couch. 

And he can tell that she’s merely doing it because she’s terrified of him, which she should be. Nonetheless, he thinks it feels nice to be pampered and doted on— to have a pretty girl following his orders like a trained puppy. It makes him figure he’s gonna enjoy his stay just fine.  

The following morning though, he’s woken up by her shaky figure standing next to him— pointing his gun at him. 

He lets out a sigh, softened bones mellow from sleep while he rubs at his eyes and shifts to a seated position on the couch— teasingly lifting his hands up in surrender. “Puppy’s got a gun, huh? Tryin’ to be all tough now, are we?”

“I— I want you to leave,” she says, voice rickety and words unsure.  

And he’s trying to take her seriously, he really is, but it’s proving to be rather difficult when she resembles a scared little kitten more than someone who knows what they’re doing.  

“You want me to leave? Maybe you should, uh, work on your pitch a little more? M’not very convinced,” the lazy smile tugging at his mouth makes her brows crease.  

“Rafe, this is not a joke,” a scowl shades her face.

He thinks she looks rather adorable. “Come on, pup, you’re not gonna shoot me. You don’t even know how to use that thing, do you?” his voice is even, and it makes her hesitate.

“Well…it can’t be that complicated?” it’s more of a question than a statement and he lets out a humored chuckle in response. Her frown deepens.  

“Why don’t you give that to me, yeah? You don’t want death on your conscience, would break ya, you’re too soft for that shit.”  

“You don’t know me.” 

“Know you enough,” he says, finally standing on his feet, taking a slow step towards her, making her squeeze the weapon tighter in her trembling fingers.  

“If— if I give it to you…you’re gonna— you’re gonna kill me and I don’t wanna die,” her words are rushed, hysterical. 

His brows furrow. “Who said anythin’ about killin’ you? Listen, if you give me the gun right now, m’not gonna do anythin’. You have my word, okay?” he towers over her, solid chest grazing the barrel.  

“I don’t trust you,” her voice is a whisper.  

“I know, pup…but I also know that you’re not gonna use that,” his steady hands are a stark contrast to her own when he grabs for the firearm, slipping it from her weak fingers with ease.  

“There we go, no need to be so, uh, so fuckin’ theatrical, yeah?” he lowers his face in order to lock eyes with her. “See? Not hurtin’ you, am I?”  

She manages out a hum of agreement, and then her waterline is brimming with salty droplets as she chokes out a sob. “M’sorry. I don’t—”  

“Hey, hey s’all good. Mistakes happen, yeah?” he says before his strong arms are wrapping around her trembling form because he’s not a complete monster, and for some reason it only makes her weep harder. 

Her crocodile tears wet his shirt while his big paws rub against her back, but he doesn’t seem to mind. And she thinks it’s almost…comforting when he starts to sway her from side to side, like he’s trying to calm down a crying child. 

“There you go, just, uh, let it all out ‘n maybe you can chill out a bit, yeah? You pogues can be so fuckin’ dramatic sometimes,” he pats at her back, rolling his eyes as she takes in shaky inhale after shaky inhale until she’s feeling slightly more placid.  

“Shit, if I’d known you were such a fuckin’ crybaby I would’ve picked another house,” he grumbles, pulling away from her weakened form before pushing her back to stumble on her feet— setting the gun back onto the coffee table with a clank.

[floweryanarchy]

Astarion Rewritten Outlaws Au Lore Dump

(gonna give a little content warning before you start reading because this does go over some heavy topics. Basically Cazador coded abuse, heavy manipulation, canon-typical trauma, process of inflicting scarring, character death... If that’s not something you wanna read I’d stop here and scroll.)

HERE WE GO.

Backstory⬇️

Astarion has no papers—no birth certificate, no record of citizenship, nothing. That wasn’t always the case. But after Cazador pulled him out of prison with a forged pardon, he ensured every trace of Astarion’s true identity was erased. With his wealth and connections, it was easy for Cazador to bribe officials and have the original records destroyed. Astarion became a ghost in the system—a body without a name, as if he had never existed at all. Astarion having no proof of citizenship means he can’t appeal to the law. He’s not a person in the eyes of the state—he’s property of Cazadors.

Cazador saw potential in him right from the start, because Astarion was beautiful. Striking. The perfect doll for his high-end parlor house. All Astarion had to do was endure what came next. A test. Proof that he was worthy of serving Cazador, that he could properly atone for his supposed crimes. After all, Cazador had bailed him out, hadn’t he? Spent a small fortune, pulled strings, gone through great effort just to see him freed. He had saved Astarion from the miserable life he’d known before—given him a new purpose, a place, a reason to be wanted.

And so, Cazador marked him. A ritual of scarification, done with meticulous care and deliberate precision. His initials “CS” etched into the skin of Astarions back.

When it was over, Cazador tended to him with soft hands and quiet praise, barely heard over Astarions sobs.

In his eyes, Astarion had passed.

The Parlor House was a gilded cage, draped in silks and perfumed with expensive scents to mask the stench of sweat and desperation. A place where men and women of status indulged in pleasures with no consequence, where Cazador’s spawn were paraded before them like prized animals. The moment Astarion was brought upstairs, cleaned and dressed in whatever finery Cazador saw fit, his life was no longer his own.

But Cazador’s empire was built on more than just flesh. His influence spread far beyond the parlors walls, weaving into the underbelly of the city. Hidden among the pleasures the spawn were forced to provide was another service: ensuring Cazador’s clients got hooked on more than just their bodies. The spawn were tasked with discreetly dealing with his supply, slipping small doses of a potent, addictive substance onto eager tongues, ensuring that patrons return.

Every time Astarion tries to imagine a life outside the parlor, he remembers: no name, no coin, and nowhere to go. And worse—if he runs, there’s a bounty waiting to be reinstated, and a dozen corrupt lawmen ready to drag him back… or bury him in the desert. But then again, prison treated him better than here. Alas even if he wanted to, there were always guards posted at the doors, watching.

Sebastian—young, kind, and foolish—had offered to help. He was a regular at the parlor house, one of the few who saw past the makeup and charm to the hollow ache beneath. He promised Astarion money, a train ticket, a way out. Safety. And asked for nothing in return.

Cazador found out.

Sebastian disappeared not long after, and no one asked questions. But Astarion knew. He knew because Cazador put the gun in his hand, pressed a finger over his own, and pulled the trigger.

“You belong to me, boy.”

Astarion wished that was the end of it. But it wasn’t. That same night, Astarion was dragged from his room and taken to the outskirts of the city. Cazador didn’t scream. He didn’t strike. He just watched as his men forced Astarion into a narrow wooden box and shut the lid. They buried him 6 feet, leaving only a narrow pipe for air.

He stayed underground for two full days.

By the time they dug him up, Astarion was barely conscious—starving, dehydrated, broken. From that day forward, he never dared speak of escape again.

Cazador made sure of it.

He had Astarion’s entire back redone, claiming the scars had healed too cleanly, too neatly. Adding additional lines to his artwork, a punishment for Astarions misbehavior. This time, he packed the fresh wounds with ash, ensuring the marks would stay—sharp, raised lines etched into his skin, permanent. And, as always, he was tender afterward, sitting beside him with a damp cloth and that infuriatingly soft voice.

“If only you’d stop acting out,” he murmured, gently dabbing at the angry red flesh. “We could be so happy. A real family. Don’t you want that, my boy? To be treated well? You’re the one making this so difficult. You bring these punishments on yourself. I only ever do what’s necessary.”

The scars stayed, just like he wanted—crisp, deliberate lines that pulled taut when Astarion moved or stretched.

Years later.

Business had been slow at the parlor, which meant the favored spawn were allowed outside for a bit-to lure in the rich types passing by. Of course, they were never alone. There was always an assigned escort hanging back, watching from the shadows, making sure no one tried anything stupid like running.

Astarion had been playing by the rules for a while, his back nearly healed from Cazadors last punishment. So he’d been rewarded with a little taste of freedom more or less. He was out there, mid-conversation with some pompous noble- laying on the charm, smiling enough to draw them in- when suddenly all hell broke loose. Screaming, people running, complete chaos.

And Astarion? He didn’t think twice. He bolted. Took his shot in the midst of everything, if he got out of the escorts line of sight and vanish in the crowd, he could finally be free-

One moment, he’s sprinting for his life- the next, everything went black.

(I will be nice to Astarion from now on.)

^^^

(Me when I lie)

[dearlenore]

PARTNER IN CRIME • S.REID

SUMMARY: Spencer Reid is your partner in crime—though the BAU might call you a liability. With powerful connections, effortless charm, and a knack for bending the rules just enough, you always get what you want. Spencer should know better than to get involved, but he trusts you more than he should. When a case tests that trust, he starts to wonder—has he been enabling you, or have you been pulling the strings all along?

PAIRING: rich!fem!reader x spencer

TAGS: reader is kinda mean, season2!spencer, reader buys & wears makeup, use of y/n, heavy flirting, criminal activity.., manipulation, use of my love, angel and spence, non established relationship between reader and spencer

a/n: incredibly rushed + editor is occupied for the foreseeable future</3

w/c: 1.1k

SPENCER’S PHONE BUZZED relentlessly on the table, the sharp vibration cutting through the quiet hum of the BAU’s workspace. He sighed, hurriedly drying his hands on a paper towel, only then noticing the excessive amount of hand sanitizer he’d used in his absentminded daze. As he reached for his phone, he became acutely aware of the team’s eyes on him.

He cleared his throat and answered, tucking the phone between his shoulder and chin.

“I bet you were thinking about me,” you purred, your voice dripping with amusement. You twirled a strand of hair lazily, lounging on the edge of your daybed as the golden morning sun spilled through your window.

“How’d you know?” Spencer murmured, his lips twitching into a faint smile before he caught himself. The response earned a raised brow from Morgan, while Emily exchanged a knowing glance with JJ.

“You’re gross,” you laughed, pushing yourself up from the bed and making your way toward your desk.

Spencer ignored the heat creeping up his neck. “Do you have what I asked for?” he asked, shifting his focus to the case board littered with evidence.

A pause. Then, teasingly, “Depends… you gotta ask nicely.”

Spencer exhaled sharply, glancing at his team as if hoping they weren’t listening too closely. No such luck—Morgan was already smirking.

“Please? Come on, you know I need your help angel,” he murmured, his voice dipping into something dangerously close to a whine.

You bit your lip, thoroughly enjoying the moment as you spun idly in your chair. “Mmm… how tempting,” you mused, dragging out the words just to make him squirm. “Fine.”

Spencer sighed in relief and, with a swift motion, put you on speaker. “What do you have?”

Before you could answer, Morgan raised an eyebrow. “Who is that, kid?” He teased, knowing the answer.

“Why does she talk to you like she’s your dom?” Emily added with a sly grin.

A sharp burst of laughter erupted from your end of the line, the sound echoing through the room.

Spencer groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. “That’s… not important.” He shot a glare at Emily, who only grinned wider. “Just tell them what you know.”

Despite the teasing, Spencer couldn’t help but smirk to himself. The team might have questions, but for now, the case—and you—were his only focus.

Alright, fun’s over—for now,” you said, your voice still tinged with laughter. The sound sent a familiar warmth through Spencer, though he masked it well.

Hotch, ever the professional, folded his arms. “What do you have for us?”

You hummed as if debating how much to reveal. “Well, first things first—I found your guy.” A few clicks echoed through the phone as you pulled up the information. “His name’s Alex Monroe. Mid-thirties, bounced between foster homes as a kid, started running with a crew out of Chicago in his late teens. Blah blah blah, your tech girl told you the boring stuff. What she doesn’t know is that he bought a lot of fun stuff, like drugs type of fun. Cash of course, and he left a motel a day ago which he also paid in cash.”

Spencer nodded, already scribbling notes, while Rossi leaned back in his chair. “That’s impressive. Almost too impressive,” he mused.

Derek smirked. “Yeah, real question is, how’d you get this information?”

“Do you really want me to answer that?” you shot back playfully.

“No,” Hotch and Spencer said in unison.

Emily chuckled, shaking her head. “Of course not.”

You exhaled dramatically. “Anyway, I was able to track his movements based on the— let me not lie I had someone find and follow him. He’s currently in Miami, I’ll send you the casino address. My guys have eyes on him now.”

JJ furrowed her brows. “You have someone stalking him?.”

“Yep. It’s almost like I’m good at this.”

Spencer could hear the grin in your voice, but before anyone could respond, you continued. “But before you run off to make the arrest, I have a small request.”

Hotch’s expression hardened slightly. “What kind of request?”

“Well…” you started, dragging out the word. “There’s this guy—Benji Carter. Low-level drug dealer, nothing too serious. Problem is, he owes me money, and I’d really like to see him in handcuffs. I’d like to see my 35K more but you know, beggars can’t be choosers.”

The room fell silent.

“You want us to arrest someone over your personal vendetta?” Rossi asked, rubbing his temple.

“Vendetta is such a strong word,” you mused. “I prefer financial justice.”

Spencer sighed. “Y/N…”

“Oh, come on,” you interrupted, tone light and coaxing. “I just gave you a literal criminal mastermind on a silver platter. All I’m asking is that you do what you do best—throw someone in jail. It’s not that outrageous.”

Morgan chuckled. “I hate that she makes a solid argument.”

Emily smirked. “It’s almost like she’s too good at this.”

Hotch exhaled sharply, clearly weighing the situation. “We’re not mercenaries, and we don’t operate on favors.”

“Of course not,” you replied smoothly. “But if Carter just so happened to be caught distributing in the wrong place at the wrong time, well… that wouldn’t be my fault, would it?”

Spencer pinched the bridge of his nose, but despite himself, he felt the corner of his mouth twitch. You were impossible.

JJ sighed. “What did he do to you, exactly?”

“Other than refusing to pay me back?” You scoffed. “He tried to sell to my high paying clients. And we really don’t like that, do we, Spence?”

Spencer groaned. “Stop making me complicit in this.”

Morgan let out a laugh. “You’ve been complicit for years, kid.”

Hotch looked at the team, then at Spencer, then back at the phone. “We’ll see what we can do.”

You let out a satisfied hum. “That’s all I ask. Pleasure doing business with you, BAU. Bye my love~”

With that, the line went dead.

Spencer ran a hand down his face as his team erupted into laughter.

“You really know how to pick ‘em, pretty boy,” Morgan teased, clapping him on the back.

Emily smirked. “You do realize we’re all going to be questioned by Internal Affairs one day because of her, right?”

Spencer exhaled. “I’m very aware.”

JJ shook her head, still amused. “And yet, you’re still going to see her tonight, aren’t you?”

Spencer hesitated before grabbing his coffee and muttering, “Let’s just go arrest Monroe.”

“Yep, he’s whipped alright…”

[dcxdpdabbles]

#holiday request Sorry, it's me again! I't just that I really, really love your writing and I forgot to mention "Alley boyfriends" and "Alfred's Boy". If you could update either of those I would be very grateful <3 <3 <3

The first sign that something is wrong is finding Damian with a bow and arrow in the tallest room at Wayne Manor. Or, more specifically, seeing the boy aiming the arrow out the window in the direction of Dick and Danny cuddling in a backyard hammock.

Thankfully, he had been fast enough to snatch the arrow from the air before it went anywhere near the cuddling duo. Damian insisted he wasn't aiming for either of them- just the strings holding the hammock up.

The reason? Dick had gone over the agreed-upon cuddle time, and Damian wanted to make him stop. Bruce knew it was just because he was jealous.

Bruce had seen his youngest making doe eyes at Danny earlier that morning while the boy was doing his daily chores. He's been more energetic since Wes left and was willing to share his half-human status with the Wayne household after a talk with Alfred.

All of his children took the news well. They had many teammates who weren't human, but Bruce could tell Danny was still afraid to tell them the truth. Despite the many times Danny provided support in the Batcave and knew of said teammates, he still feared that he would be the exception to their acceptance.

It seemed his parents had left more prominent scars than Danny had been willing to show.

After a brief but vague- Alfred made it a point that his contact did not want Danny stating what he was until it was safe to do so- the Waynes got the gist that Danny needed cuddles.

Almost all his youngest had quickly offered their services, but Alfred and Bruce stopped it. The two men created a cuddling schedule, like a meal plan, to help Danny regain a healthier state, along with the few older ones, excluding Jason.

His second eldest had been highly offended to not be on the schedule, but Alfred calmed him with a whisper. "Think about how hilarious this will be to watch?" Jason had returned to his romance novel, cackling like a loon.

He was easy to manipulate.

Alfred forbade Bruce from telling Jason about Danny's slight crush. The reason was that Clockwork had already spoken to Alfred about it being a passing fancy, and it was safer for Danny's kind to not be rejected until later. Bruce burned with many questions, but he would never dare investigate Alfred or his affairs.

He respected him too much.

Now, if only his kids would behave.

"Damian Wayne, we do not shoot arrows at our siblings." Bruce scolds, wagging a finger at the boy's pouting face.

"But you let Drake throw a spoon at Girl Row!" Damian whines, crossing his arms. In moments like this, Bruce is violently reminded that for all his advanced vocabulary and intelligence, his son is still a fourteen-year-old teenager who could act childish.

"I did not let Tim do anything. He's ground for throwing things at Harper." Bruce sighs, rubbing his right temple. A pounding headache was starting to build up there. "Just because she came to watch Danny's cooking lesson with Tim and Cullen and chose to give Danny a quick snack with her hug does not mean Tim had a right to throw utensils."

"It wasn't even aimed at her head," Tim mutters from the hallway. His punishment for his behavior was that he was to stay within the six feet radius of Bruce. It was the only surefire way to ensure Tim wasn't up to something, like working on case work or plotting to overthrow a small government.

Bruce would break out the kid's leash if he tried to run again.

It was hilarious when Tim was thirteen, and the kid leash still had the same threat level at seventeen as it did then.

"That's another week," Bruce tells him.

"What!? I didn't even do anything!"

"Two weeks."

"Come on!"

"Three weeks." Bruce drawls, which causes Damian to smile until his father looks him in the eye. "I don't know why you seem too amused. You're grown for two weeks as well, young man."

Damian throws his arms up, wisely keeping his mouth shut as he steps with Tim. Now Bruce had two kids he couldn't let out of his sight, and they did something crazy. He marches them out of the room towards his office, where he plans on getting some work done and putting them both to do some extra class studying.

They pass by Jason, who looks like the cat that got the cream at their obvious grounding. He waves a couple of tickets in the air. "It seems like you brats are grounded. Too bad, I was about to invite you to show at the planetarium."

"Why would I waste my time there?" Damian scoffs as Tim glares. Bruce feels his headache growing stronger as Jason smugly proclaims.

"Danny is a huge star nerd. He was excited to finally see the show now that he was feeling better. He wanted us all to go together, but you'll have to miss it since you're still getting grounded at your age." Jason mocks, walking away while shaking his head. Bruce has only a few seconds to wonder why his second is like this, and then Tim and Damian explode with pleas to let them join the rest of the children.

He stays firm in their punishment, but he honestly doesn't feel safe by the way the two, right in front of him, start putting their difference aside and communicate with mere glances a plan of escape. Bruce wishes their corporation wouldn't come at the expense of his sanity.

He glances out the window, watching Dick and Danny talk, and it hits him suddenly that Dick is making that face he usually reserves for staring at baby ducks and baby elephants. His eldest was forming a deeper bond with the boy, which could mean several things, but the center of it all was what made him such a good leader.

Dick was breaching the walls Danny had built so strongly around him.

By tonight, Bruce would not be surprised if Dick started calling Danny his little brother. Coupled with the effort Jason put in to get Danny out of the house and around more people, the boy was healing in a way he so desperately needed.

He was so proud of them. Bruce is so glad the kids allowed him into their lives in moments like these. They saved him more times than he counted, and he does not, meanwhile, being Batman.

The kids saved Bruce Wayne, and he hopes they will save Danny Fenton similarly if the younger boy allows it. Not just because he's Alfred's boy but because he is a Wayne in a different shade.

Danny's face lights up with a smile, looking far more alive than ever before, and Bruce's eyes soften. Then they harden when he spots Steph creeping closer to the hammock from behind some bushes, a garden hose in her hand.

"No! No, no!" He shouts, running down the hallway with Tim and Damian behind. "Don't even think about it, young lady!"

[duskidolsmut]

Blonde College Slut Fucked in Anal Gangbang

Shin Yuna is a college student living on the edge, a stunning blonde who uses her beauty and provocative attitude to dominate the campus. Known for manipulating others in exchange for favors, she plays a dangerous game of seduction and power, always coming out on top—or so she thinks. When a dorm party becomes the stage for a plot hatched by someone close to her, Yuna finds herself thrust into an abyss of pleasure and chaos that tests her limits. Between betrayals, forbidden desires, and brutal consequences, she finds that the control she once cherished may slip from her grasp. Now, with secrets lurking and hungry eyes following her, the campus will never be the same—and neither will Yuna.

Tags: Hardcore, Anal, Deepthroat, Creampie, Facial, Spanking, Slut, College Girl, Cheating, Cuckold, Big Dicks, Threesome+, Party, Dorm Room, Drunk, Stoned, Revenge Fuck, Public Humiliation, Screaming, Crying, Begging, Slutty, Broken, Cumslut, Virgin Anal, Forced, Aggressive, Dirty Talk, Cum Everywhere, Sweaty

W:

The sun was beating down on the college courtyard, but no one there seemed to care about the heat. Not when Yuna strutted past as if the world were her own private stage. At 1.70 m tall, her long legs cut through the air like knives, highlighted by a short black skirt that barely covered the bare essentials. The cropped top showed off her tiny waist, and the generous cleavage gave a teaser of what she knew everyone wanted to see. Her blonde hair, now straight and shiny, swayed with each step, and her large, slanted eyes seemed to be hunting prey in the crowd of college students. Her fair skin glowed as if she had stepped out of an Instagram filter, and her full lips, painted a shocking pink, curved in a little smile. 

Yuna wasn't just pretty — she was an admitted slut, the kind who knows the power she has and uses it without mercy. It wasn't about love or passion; for her, everything was a game of trade. A quick blowjob behind the library building? Sure, but only if the guy bought her a snack afterwards. A little help in the hallway bathroom? Great, as long as it was a little favor like "give me the answers to the test." She didn't give anything away for free, and the guys at college had already learned that — or at least they tried to learn, because Yuna was too good at stringing people along.

Today, she was in hunting mode. She stopped near a group of freshmen who were smoking e-cigarettes, leaning against a bench. The strawberry smell of the vape mixed with the sweat of the hot day, and the guys stopped talking the moment she arrived, their eyes glued to her like flies on honey.

"So, boys, how's your day going?" Yuna tossed her hair to the side, leaning her body just enough to let her cleavage speak for itself. Her voice was sweet, but with a tone of someone who was always in charge.

One of the guys, a skinny guy with a backwards cap named Riku, choked on his vape and coughed before answering:

— O-okay, Yuna. What about yours?

She laughed, a short, mocking sound, and took a step closer, almost touching him.

—It’s boring, you know? I need someone to cheer me up. — Her feline eyes roamed the group, stopping at each one as if assessing their potential. — Who here has something to offer me?

Another guy, Kenta, braver and with a piercing in his eyebrow, gave a crooked smile and lifted his chin.

—I have an energy drink in my backpack. I’ll give it to you if you… I don’t know, let me film you dancing a little.

Yuna arched an eyebrow, crossing her arms in a way that only highlighted her bust.

— An energy drink? Do you think I’m cheap, Kenta? — She giggled, but approached him, lightly brushing her shoulder against his chest. — Give me the energy drink and another twenty dollars and I'll dance for your camera. But just for a minute, okay, I'm not a free stripper.

Kenta hesitated, but her look — that mischievous glint that promised more than she was going to deliver — made him give in.

— Okay, okay, I'll pay! — He was already reaching for his wallet, his fingers shaking with anxiety.

— Good choice, kitty — Yuna winked, taking the energy drink from his hand and opening it with a snap. She took a slow sip, letting a drop run down the corner of her mouth just to tease, and wiped it with her finger while staring at the group. — So, where's my stage?

Riku, still a little dumbfounded, pointed to the bench.

— This is fine, right? Just... do it, Yuna.

She climbed up onto the bench with the agility of someone who had done it a thousand times, her skirt riding up dangerously as she moved her hips to a rhythm that didn't need music. The guys were drooling, Kenta already had his cell phone in his hand filming, and she laughed inside at how easy it was to dominate them. A minute later, she jumped down, reached for the money and pocketed the twenty dollars without even saying thank you.

— Thanks, guys. It was good, but I have other things to do. — She turned her back, already aiming at the next target in the courtyard, but not before throwing one last comment over her shoulder: — If you want something more… special, just bring something worth it, okay?

Later, in the hallway of the humanities building, she pressed a senior named Hiro against his locker. The guy was tall, with messy hair and an air of someone who thought he could take anyone to bed. Yuna knew he had a reputation as a player, but she also knew he had a new motorcycle — and she was dying to go for a ride.

“Hey, Hiro,” she purred, playing with the string on his sweatshirt. “I hear you’ve got a brand new Kawasaki. Take me for a ride?”

Hiro gave a smug smile, clearly thinking he was in control.

“It depends, Yuna. What can I get in return?”

She got closer, her chest almost touching his, and whispered in his ear:

— I'll make you cum so fast you'll think you're dreaming. But only after the ride, and you have to let me lead the way.

He laughed, but the sparkle in his eyes gave away that he was already hooked.

— Deal, you bitch. But you're not going to string me along, okay?

— Me? String me along? — Yuna patted his face, laughing. — Only if you don't do your part, handsome.

As she walked off down the hallway, Yuna was already thinking about her next move. She wasn't one to get attached, or to give anything away for free. Every touch, every promise, was a coin in her pocket or a favor up her sleeve. The campus was her playground, and the guys? Just pieces on the board.

Yuna was at the height of her reign on campus, but not everything was just a parade and exchanging favors with silly freshmen. There was a side of her that no one saw—a dirty little secret that she kept with a mischievous smile on her pink lips. This secret had a name: Hector. He was Lia's boyfriend, one of the few friends Yuna kept out of convenience. Lia was all proper, glasses, the kind of girl who thought the world revolved around fidelity and good grades. Little did she know that her boyfriend, a 6'1" guy with messy black hair and a burning gaze, was completely crazy about the blonde slut she called her friend.

Heitor and Yuna had started this thing a few weeks ago. He was different from the other guys she manipulated — he wasn't some dumb jerk who fell for it easily. No, Heitor had a fire in his eyes, a raw energy that made her heart race. He didn't ask for favors; he took what he wanted. And Yuna? She loved it. She loved the way he grabbed her, his big hands squeezing her thin waist or pulling her blond hair hard. He was aggressive, almost wild, and she, who was always in control, found herself moaning too loudly at those moments.

The two of them had a place: the bathrooms of an abandoned college block, a forgotten corner where the smell of mold and peeling paint mixed with the heat they exuded in the air. It was perfect — no one went there, and the risk of getting caught only made it all the more enjoyable. Today, Yuna was leaning against the wall of the main hallway, pretending to use her cell phone while she sent him a message:

— "Old bathroom, 3pm. Don't keep me waiting, you dog."

Heitor replied in two seconds:

— "I'm coming, you bitch. Better get ready."

She laughed to herself, putting her cell phone in the pocket of her short skirt. She passed Lia on the way, giving a quick wave and a "Hi, beautiful, see you in class!" while the poor girl smiled back, without suspecting anything. Yuna almost felt sorry for her. Almost.

When she arrived at the abandoned bathroom, the place was silent, only the sound of a dripping pipe echoing off the cracked walls. She barely had time to lean against the filthy sink before she heard his heavy footsteps. Heitor walked in, his black t-shirt stuck to his sweaty body — he had probably run to get there —, and his brown eyes were already fixed on her as if she were a piece of meat. — You came fast, huh — Yuna teased, crossing her arms to lift her bust in her tight top. — Do you miss me that much?

He didn't answer with words. In two steps, he was in front of her, one hand grabbing her wrist and the other already going up under her skirt, squeezing her thigh hard enough to leave a mark.

— Shut up, Yuna — he growled, his breath hot on her neck. — You've been teasing me all day, now take it.

She laughed, but the sound turned into a moan when he turned her back against the sink, pulling her blond hair with a jerk.

— That's it, Hector, show me what you've got — she said, her voice shaking with excitement. — But don't crush me too much, huh? I still have to show up in one piece later.

— In one piece? — He slapped her ass, the sound echoing in the empty bathroom. — You're going to leave here limping, you whore.

Yuna bit her lip, her feline eyes shining in the reflection of the broken mirror in front of her. She loved this brutality, the way he dominated her without asking for permission. It was the opposite of the guys she had been fooling around with — Hector didn't negotiate, didn't offer anything in return. He just took, and she let him, because, fuck, he was too good.

He pushed her against the sink, the cold metal hitting her waist as he ripped her panties with a single pull.

"That's what you want, right?" he murmured, already undoing his belt with one hand while the other held her neck. "To text me while I'm with Lia, driving me crazy…

"Of course, you idiot," Yuna retorted, arching her back towards him. "She doesn't give you that, does she? The good Lia doesn't even know where to put her hand." Hector laughed, a low, dangerous sound, and entered her hard, eliciting a scream from her that she tried to muffle with her hand.

“Tell me more about her,” he said, his movements aggressive, almost punishing. “It makes me even angrier.”

“She… oh, fuck… she thinks you’re a saint,” Yuna managed to say between moans, her nails scratching the sink. “While you’re here fucking me like an animal.”

He pulled her hair again, forcing her to look at the mirror.

“Look at your face, Yuna. That’s what you really are. A worthless slut.”

She smiled at her reflection, her lips trembling and her eyes glazed over.

“And you love it, don’t you? Otherwise you wouldn’t come running every time I call.”

His pace got faster, his hands marking her fair skin with red. It was dirty, fast, and unromantic—just the way she liked it. When they were done, Yuna was panting, her blonde hair stuck to her sweaty face, her skirt wrinkled, and her panties on the floor. Heitor straightened up, glancing at her as he fastened his belt.

"Don't tell anyone, okay?" he said, but his tone was more of a warning than a request.

Yuna laughed, picking up her torn panties and throwing them into her backpack.

— Relax, dog. I won't ruin my favorite toy. — She winked at him, already composing herself. — But next time, bring me an energy drink. This isn't free.

He shook his head, leaving without saying anything else. Yuna stood there for a second, fixing her hair in the broken mirror and smiling to herself. Hector was the kind of risk that was worth it — and she knew she would call him again, just to feel that adrenaline rush again.

What started as a few casual encounters in the abandoned bathrooms became an almost daily routine. He was addicted to her, and Yuna knew it — the way he grabbed her with those big hands, pulling her blond hair tightly and thrusting like it was the last day of his life, was all she needed to feel alive. They met every afternoon, sometimes even twice in the same day, in the same moldy bathroom, with the sound of her moans echoing off the cracked walls.

— Damn, Heitor, you're getting good at this — she said, panting, as he pressed her against the sink.

— Shut up and moan, you bitch — he replied, squeezing her neck the way she liked.

It was dirty, it was rough, and she loved every second of it. But what Yuna didn't know was that the secret was starting to leak. Lia, Heitor's good girlfriend, wasn't as dumb as she seemed. She had noticed the messages he deleted too quickly, the way he got nervous when Yuna showed up around. One day, she followed him to the abandoned block and heard everything — the moans, the slaps, the provocations. Lia kept quiet, but inside she was boiling. That blonde bitch was going to pay dearly.

The key moment came one sunny afternoon in the cafeteria. Yuna was sitting with Lia, pretending to be the perfect friend, while chewing on a snack with those full lips that everyone wanted to kiss. She tossed her blonde hair to the side and gave a sweet smile, the kind that didn't match the slut she was inside.

"Oh, Lia, you're so cute, you know?" Yuna said, tilting her head like a doll. "Heitor is lucky to have such a nice girlfriend. I could never be like that, I'm too... free, you know?" Lia smiled back, but her eyes were cold, almost cutting. She already knew everything — she had seen the two of them leaving the bathroom last week, Yuna adjusting her wrinkled skirt and Heitor with his belt still half open. But she wasn't going to give Yuna the pleasure of confronting her in front of everyone. Not yet.

"Yeah, Yuna, you're really... free," Lia replied, her voice too calm. "But sometimes freedom comes at a price, right?" Yuna laughed, thinking it was just a friendly chat.

— Sure, but I always find a way to hold others accountable, not myself. — She winked, getting up from the table with a sway that made half the cafeteria turn their heads. — See you later, beautiful!

Little did she know that Lia was already plotting. The good girl had a vengeful side that no one knew about. That same night, she called some guys from the gym class — some brutes who already had a reputation for not taking any nonsense lying down. The leader was Gael, a six-foot-tall closet with shaved hair and a lip piercing that gave him a mean look. Lia was direct with him:

— Yuna needs to be taught a lesson. She thinks she can walk all over everyone, but I want you guys to show her that she's not so untouchable.

Gael gave a crooked smile, scratching his chin.

— The blonde bitch, huh? I've seen her shaking her hips. What do you want us to do?

"Make her feel what I felt," Lia said, her eyes shining with anger. "But don't tell me the details. Just... put an end to her posing."

"Deal," Gael replied, already imagining what was going to happen. He called three more guys from the group, all as big as him, and started planning. Yuna was going to get a surprise, and it wasn't going to be the kind she could negotiate with a smile or a little favor.

In the meantime, Yuna went on with her life, whispering provocations in the ear of some random freshman in the hallway.

— If you give me some money, I'll let you look up my skirt for five seconds — she said, laughing as the boy blushed.

But she had no idea what was coming. Lia had turned the tables, and Gael's thugs were already watching her, waiting for the perfect moment to attack.

The last few days on campus were full of buzz. A party at the dorm was on the way, and everyone knew it was going to be the event of the semester. The seniors were already stocking up on cheap beer and vodka, the amateur DJs were testing the speakers, and the drug dealers were on duty making sure there would be weed for everyone who wanted to get high. It was the kind of night that promised chaos, and Lia saw this as the perfect opportunity to put her plan into action. She was tired of pretending she didn't know about Heitor's escapades with Yuna, and that party was going to be the stage where the blonde slut would fall from her pedestal.

The day arrived, and the dorm turned into a hell of flashing lights and loud music. The electronic music was blasting the eardrums, the air was thick with weed smoke and the sour smell of spilled booze. College students danced like there was no tomorrow, some already making out in the dark corners, others sprawled on the couches with red eyes and a silly smile. It was the perfect environment for Lia's plan.

Yuna entered the party as if she were the queen of the whole damn thing. Her black dress was an attack: it clung to her slim, curvy body, very short, with a neckline that went down almost to her belly button and slits on the sides that showed off her slim waist and white thighs. Her blonde hair was straight, shining like liquid gold under the colored lights, and her red lips, painted with a scandalous lipstick, seemed to scream "catch me if you can". She started dancing in the middle of the crowd, her heels clicking on the floor, her hips shaking to a rhythm that made the guys drool and the girls roll their eyes.

“So, you idiots, who’s going to give me a drink today?” she shouted, throwing her hair back and doing a spin that lifted her dress enough to drive everyone crazy.

A guy with green hair, already half drunk, raised a glass of beer.

“I’ll give it to you, Yuna, but dance with me first!” She laughed, taking the glass and downing half of it at once, the liquid running down her chin on purpose.

“Dance with you?” She came closer, rubbing her body against him for a second before moving away. “Only if you learn how to move that skeleton, pretty boy.”

Lia was in the corner, watching everything with a glass of soda in her hand to hide it. She waited for the right moment and approached, a fake smile plastered on her face.

“Yuna, my favorite!” — she called, holding a bottle of vodka and a lit joint. — Let's party together today, have a sip with me!

Yuna turned to her, still shaking her hips, and took the bottle with a crooked smile.

“Lia, you at a party? You're turning into a person, huh!”

She took a long sip, the vodka burning her throat, and laughed. — Do you want to be a slut like me? Just ask for a lesson.

Lia laughed along, but her eyes were calculating every move. She passed the joint to Yuna.

“Who knows? Smoke it, relax with me.”

Yuna took a deep drag, exhaling the smoke slowly while her brown eyes sparkled.

“This is life, Lia. You should give up that saintly vibe more often.”

She took another sip of vodka, her head already starting to spin.

Lia didn't stop. She stayed there, filling Yuna with booze and weed as if it were a mission. After about thirty minutes, Yuna was laughing out loud, tripping on her heels and speaking more slurredly.

“Let’s play something different,” Lia said, holding her arm. “There’s a game in the back room. Are you up for it?”

Yuna, high and confident, tossed her hair back.

— Game? I'm the game, Lia. Take me there, I'll finish off these idiots.

Lia led her through the crowded hallway to a door in the back. Yuna still thought she was in charge, her dress riding up as she walked, the smile of someone who always came out on top. The room was cramped, with an old couch, empty cans on the table, and a strong smell of smoke. Gael and the thugs were already there, waiting, but Yuna didn't even notice the danger. Lia closed the door, and the click of the lock was lost in the loud music.

“Ready for the game, Yuna?” Lia asked, her tone colder.

Yuna fell onto the couch, crossing her legs and laughing.

“Sure, you idiot. What is it? Truth or dare? I win anything with my eyes closed.”

Lia took a step back.

“Let's see. These guys will show you what it's like.”

Yuna looked at the thugs and laughed again, still thinking she could fool everyone.

— You guys? Are you going to try to catch me? Come on, I can handle anything.

Lia left without saying anything else, leaving Yuna there, drunk, stoned and full of herself, while Gael and the others approached.

The private room was pitch black, with only the weak light from an old lamp casting shadows on the moldy walls. Yuna was sprawled on the couch, her torn black dress hanging from her body like a rag, her straight blonde hair falling over her sweaty face. She was still dizzy from the vodka and weed that Lia had slipped into her, but the crooked smile on her red lips showed that she still thought she was in charge. The four brutes — Gael, Ian, Luan and Andrew — were surrounding her, their eyes shining with a mixture of anger and lust that she had underestimated at first.

“So, you big guys, is this what you call a lesson?” Yuna said, her voice slurred but full of provocation. She crossed her legs, her dress riding up higher, and laughed. “You’re going to have to do better than that to impress me.” 

Gael, the six-foot tall man with the lip piercing, stepped forward and smiled a smile that made her stomach do a little knot—but she wasn’t going to let him see that. 

“You talk too much, blondie,” he said, his deep voice cutting through the air. “Let’s see if that mouth can handle the rest.” 

She laughed again, tossing her hair back in an exaggerated gesture. 

“Go ahead, big guy. I’ve dealt with guys bigger than you.” 

That’s when things changed. Gael unbuckled his belt with a snap, and when his pants fell off, Yuna blinked twice, her smile faltering for a second. His cock was huge—thick, hard, and with a throbbing vein that seemed more like a threat than an invitation. She swallowed hard, but tried to hide it by lifting her chin. 

— Okay, it's... reasonable — she muttered, but her voice was less firm.

Ian, the dark-haired man with the shaved head, chuckled softly and opened his pants too, revealing another monster that made her feline eyes widen a little. Luan, the tattooed blond, and Andrew, the skinny man with the wild look, followed suit, and suddenly Yuna was staring at four giant cocks, each one bigger than the last, all hard and ready for her. Her confidence began to crack like thin glass.

“Fuck, what's this?” she said, trying to laugh, but the sound came out nervous. “You're kidding, right?”

“Kidding?” Luan retorted, grabbing her hair tightly and pulling her head back. “You'll see who's kidding here.”

Before she could answer, Gael grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head with one hand, while the other tore the rest of her dress, leaving her in only her panties. Ian slapped her thigh, hard enough to leave a red mark, and she cried out, more in shock than pain.

“Hey, calm down, you sons of bitches!” she tried to pull away, her heart racing. “This isn’t fair!”

— Fair? — Andrew laughed, approaching with that crazy look. — You fucked Lia, now we fuck you. Simple.

Yuna struggled, but their strength was too much. Gael turned her face down on the couch, her face sinking into the stinky fabric as he ripped off her panties with a yank. She felt his cock brush against her ass, and the size of it made her tremble for the first time.

— Go slow, damn it! — she screamed, but her voice came out more like a request than an order.

— Slow? — Gael growled, thrusting in all at once with a force that drew a hoarse scream from her. He was too big, too aggressive, and she felt her entire body protest as he pumped without mercy.

Ian held her arms, keeping her in place, while Luan knelt in front of her, forcing his cock into her mouth.

— Suck it, bitch — he said, giving her a light slap to reinforce it. She tried to resist, but his size filled her mouth, and she gagged, her eyes watering.

Andrew and the other guy were on either side, their hands grabbing her breasts, squeezing them tightly as they laughed at the muffled moans she let out. It was an attack from all sides — Gael thrusting from behind, Luan from the front, and the other two marking her fair skin with scratches and slaps. Yuna lost her breath, her head spinning, her body struggling to get used to the invasion.

But then the alcohol and marijuana really started to take effect. The initial pain, the shock, everything started to mix together in a warm haze. Gael's cock, which before seemed to tear her in half, was now hitting a spot that made her legs tremble in a way she couldn't ignore. She moaned loudly, the sound muffled by Luan's cock, and the guys noticed the change.

— Look, the bitch is enjoying it — Ian said, laughing as he slapped her ass again.

Yuna tried to deny it, but her body didn't lie. Her moans were getting longer, hoarser, and she started moving her hips against Gael, almost without wanting to. The pleasure was coming in waves, mixed with the adrenaline and the confusion of the drink.

“You... bastards…” she managed to mumble, but her tone was weaker, almost surrendered.

Luan pulled her hair, forcing her to look at him as he thrust into her mouth.

“That's it, moan for us. Show us what you're really like.”

Gael sped up, each thrust making the couch creak, and Yuna felt a heat rising through her body, the alcohol transforming their aggression into an ecstasy she hadn't expected. Andrew switched places with Luan, thrusting his cock into her mouth while Luan moved back, and Ian took Gael's place. It was a brutal rotation, but she was starting to lose herself in it, her eyes glazed over, her lips trembling, her body surrendering to the rhythm.

“Fuck, you guys… you’re animals…” she moaned between one gasp and another, but now there was a sparkle in her feline eyes, a twisted pleasure that she could no longer hide.

When Gael came back to fuck her again, she was already arching her back, her moans echoing in the room as the four of them used her nonstop. The alcohol had turned everything upside down—what started as a lesson for her turned into a chaos of pleasure that she no longer knew how to stop.

Yuna was in the middle of the hurricane, her body sweaty and trembling, her blond hair stuck to her face as the four brutes—Gael, Ian, Luan, and Andrew—continued their attack. She was already dizzy, the alcohol and marijuana transforming the whole thing into a crazy mix of pain and excitement. The couch creaked with each thrust, and her moans were coming out hoarse, almost uncontrollable. But the guys weren't satisfied yet — they wanted more, and the next step would break her in a way she never imagined.

Gael, the big guy with the lip piercing, pulled her by the hips, turning her face down again. His cock, still hard and wet, brushed against her ass, and Yuna laughed, thinking it was just another round.

— You want to do it again, big guy? — she said, her voice shaking but trying to keep her composure. — Go for it, I can handle it.

He gave a crooked smile, holding her buttocks with his big hands and spreading her open without ceremony.

— You think you've seen it all, huh, bitch? — he growled, spitting on his hand and rubbing it on his cock. — Let's see how you deal with that virgin ass of yours.

Yuna froze, her feline eyes widening in fear for the first real time.

— Wait, what?! — she screamed, trying to turn around, but Ian grabbed her wrists and pinned them against the couch. — No, no, I've never done that, you sickos! Get out of here!

Luan, the tattooed blond, laughed out loud and slapped her ass hard, the sound echoing in the room.

— Relax, blondie. Everyone has a first time. And yours will be with us.

She struggled, her heart racing, fear running up her spine as Gael positioned his cock at the entrance of her asshole. It was too big, too thick, and she knew it was going to hurt like hell.

“Please, no, not that!” she begged, her voice coming out higher, almost tearful. “I’ll do anything else, but not that!”

“Anything?” Andrew, the skinny guy with the wild look, came closer, rubbing his cock in her face. “Then suck here while he fucks you, you whore.”

Gael didn’t wait for an answer. He forced his way in, the head of his cock pushing against her tight asshole, and Yuna screamed loudly, her entire body tensing with the pain. It was like a hot iron was ripping her in half, the pressure unbearable as he tried to force his way in.

“Fuck, it’s so fucking tight!” Gael grunted, gripping her hips tighter. “Relax your ass, bitch, or it’ll be worse.” — It hurts, you sons of bitches! — Yuna screamed, her nails scratching the couch, tears streaming down her eyes as she tried to pull away. — Stop, I can't take it!

Ian laughed, keeping her arms pinned.

— Can't take it? Didn't you rule everyone? Now cry, go on.

He pushed in further, and the entrance was hell — her virgin ass resisted, but his cock was relentless. After a few seconds of struggling, the head passed, and Yuna gave a hoarse scream, her body shaking as he forced the rest of it inside. The pain was raw, throbbing, and she felt every inch of that monster stretching her like never before.

— It's fucking tearing me apart! — she moaned, her voice broken, her face buried in the couch as tears wet the fabric. — Take it off, please!

— Take it off? — Gael laughed, starting to move slowly, each movement eliciting a moan of pain from her. — You're going to ask for more, just wait.

Luan grabbed her hair, pulling her head back and shoving his cock in her mouth again.

— Cry with this in your mouth, bitch. Swallow while he fucks your ass.

She choked, Luan's cock filling her throat as Gael thrust into her ass, the pain mixing with the heat of the alcohol that was still running through her veins. It was too much—her body was in shock, but little by little, something started to change. The pain, which at first was unbearable, was mixed with a strange sensation, a tingling that went up her legs and made her tremble in a different way.

— Fuck, she's starting to like it—Ian said, laughing as he let go of her wrists to grab her breasts, squeezing her nipples hard.— Look how her ass is blinking now.

Yuna moaned loudly, the sound muffled by Luan's cock, and her body, almost unintentionally, began to relax. The alcohol was softening her resistance, and Gael's cock, which had previously felt like a punishment, now hit a spot inside her that sent shocks of pleasure through her body.

"You... bastards..." she murmured, but her voice was weaker, her hips moving a little against him.

"That's it, bitch, grind on that cock," Gael said, slapping her ass that made her scream again, but this time with a different tone. He sped up, thrusting deeper, her asshole slowly giving in as she moaned louder.

Andrew switched places with Luan, shoving his cock in her mouth while Luan moved back, waiting for his turn.

"My cock wants a piece of that blonde too," Luan said, rubbing his cock against her ass as Gael pulled out.

When Luan entered, there was another wave of pain — his cock was thicker than Gael's, and her already sensitive asshole protested again.

"Fuck, it won't fit!" Yuna screamed, but the scream turned into a long moan when he forced it all inside, stretching her even more.

"Yes, it will fit, you whore," Luan growled, thrusting hard while holding her hair like a rein. "You're going to swallow every inch."

The pain was there, raw and throbbing, but the pleasure was growing with it, the alcohol turning everything into a hot mess. Yuna felt her asshole burning, but also throbbing, her body getting used to the invasion while the guys laughed and cursed her. Ian was next, thrusting with a brutality that made her see stars, and Andrew finished the round, his cock thinner but faster, pounding deep while she moaned nonstop.

"It feels good now, right, bitch?" — Andrew said, slapping her face as he thrust. — Tell her you want more!

— I… fuck… want… — Yuna moaned, the words coming out almost unintentionally, her body surrendered, her asshole broken but throbbing with pleasure.

They continued, taking turns in her ass, each one more aggressive than the other, until she no longer knew where the pain began and the excitement ended. The couch was soaked in sweat, her blonde hair a mess, and her moans filled the room as the four of them used her without mercy.

Yuna was at her limit, her body sweaty and marked, her virgin asshole now broken by the huge cocks of Gael, Ian, Luan and Andrew. The couch creaked as if it was going to fall apart, and her moans were coming out hoarse, uncontrolled, as the four brutes thrusted without stopping. She had already given in to the mix of pain and pleasure, the alcohol and marijuana making her head soft, but now things were going to another level — she was about to break for good.

Gael was back in her ass, his thick cock stretching her to the max as he held her hips with brute force.

“Fuck, this ass is swallowing everything now,” he grunted, thrusting deep, each thrust making her body tremble. “You like this, don’t you, you slut?”

Yuna tried to respond, but all she could come out was a loud moan, her mouth half open as Andrew shoved his cock down her throat again.

“Tell me, bitch!” Andrew said, slapping her face so hard that her red lips bled a little. “Tell me you love being fucked like this!”

She choked, her cat-like eyes glazed over, tears streaming down her face as Andrew’s cock hit the back of her throat.

— I… love… — she managed to murmur, her voice almost fading, her body moving on its own against Gael.

Luan laughed, grabbing her breasts and squeezing her nipples hard while Ian reached between her legs, rubbing her clit with rough fingers.

“Look at this bitch, she’s dripping,” Ian said, laughing as his fingers got wet. “You were born for this, blondie.”

Yuna’s head was spinning, the pleasure coming in waves so strong that she couldn’t think straight anymore. Her ass was burning, her body was aching, but every thrust, every slap, every curse was pushing her to a place of no return. She started to laugh, a low, broken sound, her eyes unfocused as the mind break hit her hard.

“That… fuck me… break me…” she moaned, the words coming out unfiltered, her voice shaking with ecstasy. “More… fuck, more!”

The guys exchanged glances, surprised for a second, but soon they took advantage. Gael thrust faster, his cock throbbing inside her asshole as he cursed:

— See, you idiots? She's asking for it! Let's finish this whore once and for all!

Luan switched places with Andrew, shoving his thick cock in her mouth while Andrew went for her ass, thrusting at an insane speed. Ian stood in front, rubbing his cock against her breasts while Gael held her in place. It was chaos—four huge cocks, hands everywhere, slapping and pulling hair, and Yuna in the middle, lost in a sea of ​​pleasure that had swallowed her sanity.

— Fuck, I'm going to cum in that ass! — Andrew yelled, his rhythm getting sloppy as he thrust deep, his cock throbbing.

— Then cum, damn it! — Gael replied, laughing as he held her hips so Andrew could finish.

Andrew gave one last loud moan, thrusting all the way in and cumming inside her ass, the heat of his cum filling her as she screamed, her body convulsing. He pulled out, his cock dripping, and Luan took his place, thrusting into her ass without even waiting.

"My turn, bitch," Luan said, his thick cock forcing its way in as Andrew's cum dripped down her thighs.

Yuna was beside herself, laughing and moaning at the same time, her eyes rolling back as the pleasure consumed her.

"Cum... cum in me..." she mumbled, her voice barely above a whisper, her body limp but still responding.

Luan thrust hard, her asshole already so broken that he could easily enter, and he came right after, filling her up again as he slapped her ass.

"Take it, you whore, swallow it all!" Ian was next, thrusting into her ass while Gael shoved his cock into her mouth, the two of them synchronizing their movements.

“Open your mouth, blondie,” Gael growled, grabbing her hair as he thrust into her throat. “I’m going to cum on your face.”

She obeyed, her mind broken, her mouth open as Gael came, hot cum running down her face, dripping onto her red lips and chin. Ian finished in her ass, the third to fill her from behind, and Yuna fell onto the couch, her body shaking, her asshole throbbing with the cum from all three.

Andrew, who had already cum, rubbed his half-pumped cock against her breasts, leaving a wet trail.

“Is it over, bitch?” he said, laughing as she moaned softly, almost fainting.

Yuna didn’t answer. She was slumped, her blonde hair a sticky mess, her face covered in cum, her asshole dripping as her body convulsed in spasms of pleasure. The mind break had hit her hard — she was no longer the confident Yuna, the bitch who ruled everything. She was just a broken body, lost in an ecstasy she never imagined.

The guys straightened up, laughing and slapping each other on the back.

"Mission accomplished, huh," Gael said, fastening his belt. "Tell Lia that she won't forget it any time soon." They left the room, leaving Yuna there, the sound of the party slowly returning to her ears as she tried to breathe, her body and mind in pieces.

Yuna lay sprawled on the couch for a time she couldn't even count. The noise of the party outside — the loud music, the laughter, the breaking of glasses — seemed to come from another world. Her body was a mess: her dress torn on the floor, her blond hair stuck to her face with sweat and cum, her fair skin marked by redness, scratches and slaps. Her asshole was still throbbing, sore and hot, the guys' cum dripping down her thighs as she tried to draw air into her lungs. Her head was empty, an echo of the mind break that had just happened, but little by little she came back to herself.

She stood up slowly, her legs wobbly, and grabbed what was left of her dress to cover her body. The broken mirror on the wall showed a Yuna she barely recognized — her feline eyes were sunken, her red lipstick smeared with blood and cum, her face pale but with a strange glow. She laughed, a low, hoarse sound, almost as if she couldn't believe what had happened.

— You sons of bitches… — she muttered to herself, her voice weak but with a new tone, somewhere between anger and fascination.

On campus, rumors began to spread the next morning. No one really knew what had happened in the private room, but everyone saw Yuna leaving the dorm with her dress torn, her hair messy and her walk a little crooked. Some said she had been humiliated, others that she had enjoyed every second of it. Lia heard the whispers and smiled, satisfied with her revenge, but unaware that she had awakened something in Yuna.

The blonde didn't disappear, as some expected. She returned to campus a few days later, wearing her usual short skirt, her red lips shining, but her gaze… her gaze was different. More dangerous, more aware. She still teased, still tossed her hair and laughed at the guys who drooled over her, but now there was a weight in her words, a shine that said she knew what could happen — and maybe even wanted it again. — Hey guys, who's buying me a drink tonight? — she said one afternoon, in the same tone as always, but with a smile that made the guys hesitate.

Yuna had changed. She wasn't just the confident bitch who manipulated everyone anymore. She had a broken side, but also a new side, a fire that the gangbang had lit. The campus whispered about her, the legend growing, and she let it. After all, the game had changed — and she was ready to play again, her way.

But not everything was resolved. As Yuna paraded through the courtyard, a pair of eyes followed her from afar, hidden among the students. It was Heitor, Lia's boyfriend, the guy who had started this whole mess. He had been quiet since the party, but his look wasn't one of guilt or regret — it was one of obsession. He knew what had happened to Yuna, he had heard the rumors, and something in him was burning to pull her back into the abyss. In his hand, a cell phone flashed with an unsent message: "We need to talk, blonde. I know what you've become." The game was far from over.

[lascvitae]

WANNA MAKE YOU MINE³ ✵ YU JIMIN.

❀ ༉ ‧ ₊ ˚ alt. I WANNA STRING YOU OUT,

I WANNA MAKE YOU MINE .ᐟ

ᝰ.ᐟ y/n plans to flip the power, but karina’s silence isn’t part of the plan. and when she finally speaks, it’s not what y/n expects.

part one. part two. part three.

ᝰ.ᐟ pairing. karina x fem!reader ᝰ.ᐟ genre. angst, fluff, strangers to lovers ᝰ.ᐟ warning(s). cursing, arguing, underage drinking, obsession and possession, manipulation, not toxic if its hot (it’s toxic), y/n is ceo of i can fix her, it’s kinda dramatic for no reason

ᝰ.ᐟ wc 20k (sorry for yapping…)

ᝰ.ᐟ katty hiii guys it’s finally here (pretending like it isn’t 5 am) but i hope you guys like it <3 i rewrote it like 4 times bc i didn’t like it but i’m kinda satisfied w this ending (i lowk feel like its ahh 🥀) also we’re sooo back i graduate monday n i’ll be working on requests next ++ it’s so crazy how i’m close to 900 alr OKAY enjoy

masterlist.

FIRST PERIOD WAS ALMOST A BLUR. you slid into your seat beside minjeong, biting your bottom lip lightly. she looked over at you, brow furrowed in quiet concern. “you good?”

“do i look good?”

“you look like you got hit by the karina train.” she said, making you groan. you folded your arms on the desk and dropped your head. “i don’t know how much longer i can do this. she has a comeback for everything, minjeong. it’s like she studied me before i even got here.”

minjeong didn’t laugh. she just sat quietly for a moment before speaking. “she probably did.” you lifted your head up enough to look at her. “not helping.”

“i’m just saying. she has a phd in obsession but you know that by now. girl is trying to own you.” she shrugged and you sighed. “she’s already halfway there.” minjeong leaned in, resting her chin on her hand. “so… you’re gonna fold?”

you hesitated. “no. i wanna flip the script. i know she’s hiding everything.” that got her attention. her eyebrows rose. “you wanna make karina blush?”

“i didn’t say that. i just want her to… i don’t know. i wanna see what happens when she doesn’t have control.” you paused. “i need her to show me who she really is.” minjeong tilted her head slightly. “what do you mean?” 

you looked down at your desk, voice softer. “i want to know what happened. with jiwon. with yujin. with everything. i can’t ask her. she’d twist it or avoid it. but if i make her slip… maybe i’ll finally get the truth.”

“so you’re not just trying to win.”

“no. i just need her to be real with me. i think part of her wants that too, but she doesn’t know how.” minjeong’s expression softened. “that’s… kinda beautiful.”

“don’t get soft on me now.” you joked weakly.

“sorry— okay. then we flip the script around.”

“and if she falls?” you asked.

“she will. but when she does, you gotta look her in the eye and let her feel it.” minjeong said quietly. you felt your chest swell with something warm and electric. “i want her to actually like me. not just want me.”

minjeong watched you carefully. “she already does. she just doesn’t know how to say it yet.” you exhaled.

“okay.” you whispered.

“alright. if we’re gonna do this, you need to stop acting like you’re surprised every time she breathes near you.” you rolled your eyes. “i’m not that bad.”

“you stuttered when she handed you a napkin. first rule. don’t react first. let her flinch. let her look for your reaction and find none. you stay calm and mysterious like you already know what she’s going to do next.”

“you mean act like her?”

“exactly. be the mirror. let her see herself and it’ll drive her crazy. second, start giving her what she gives you. the little touches, the looks. but make it obvious that you’re doing it on purpose. following?”

“like when i fed her that one time?”

“yes, but crank it all the way up. you want her to be the one biting her lip this time.”

“okay. got it.”

“third, don’t be afraid to pull back sometimes. make her come to you. show her she’s not the only one who can leave someone wanting.” you paused at that, glancing down at your notebook full of notes. “you’ve really thought about this.”

minjeong shrugged. “i had to learn it the hard way.” you looked up at her. “how do you know her so well?”

“i used to be in love with her.” she said as if it were obvious.

“oh. right.” it kinda was. “yeah. it was back when she didn’t know what to do with someone who actually cared. i was dumb. thought i could be the exception.”

you felt guilt and understanding stir in your chest. “i’m sorry.” you murmured.

“don’t be.” the teacher begins the lesson before you can reply.

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the bell rings. you barely register it until minjeong nudges your arm.

“hey. study session at my place after school?”

you nod. “yeah. thanks, minjeong.“

you gather your things with calm, measured movements. no rushing. no nerves. you already know she’s waiting.

you step into the hallway and there she is.

karina’s leaning against your locker arms crossed and phone in one hand. her expression is unreadable but the second her eyes meet yours, the corners of her mouth twitch. you slow your pace just enough to make her eyes narrow. 

“hey, stranger. only took you one period to forget what i look like?” she says. you try not to smile, keeping your face calm. then you tilted your head.

“you’re hard to forget.” you said lightly. you stood in front of her now. closer than you needed to be.

“were you waiting long?” you asked.

“long enough.” her voice was smooth but something behind it had shifted. there was a pause and her eyes dropped to your mouth and you caught it. barely. before they flicked back up.

“walk me to class?” you asked, almost teasing. “…unless you have other plans.”

“no. i don’t.” she said slowly.

“then let’s go.” you started walking before she could say anything else. and this time, she followed. the hallway moved around you in waves. everyone was noticing karina but you both ignored it. she walked beside you, composed as usual. she always looked like she was heading somewhere important. even when she was just following you. you didn’t rush. you just walked steadily.

“you’re quiet. thinking about me?” she said, glancing over. you hummed. “you want me to be?”

“always.”

you turned your head just slightly, your expression unreadable. and then without a word, you reached over and slid your fingers between hers. you didn’t look at her, didn’t squeeze her hand. you just held it like it was nothing. karina’s eyes were on you now. you felt the sharp heat of her attention flickering across your face. she didn’t say anything.

you finally glanced her way. “no comment?”

“you don’t usually do that.”

“maybe you don’t know what i usually do.”

you felt her smile before you saw it. “is this a new phase?”

you looked ahead again, unfazed. “maybe i’m just tired of playing it safe.”

“careful. i might start thinking you’re in love with me.” she murmured.

you shrugged. “is that a bad thing?”

“for everyone else.”

you bit your lip. “good thing i just want you then.” karina let out a soft laugh. it was barely more than a breath, but it was real. then, like nothing had happened, she kept walking with the same pace, grip tightened just slightly around your hand.

“careful. you’re starting to sound dangerous.” she said again, her voice lower now.

"guess i’m finally learning from the best.”

“hm. so you admit it.”

“i never said i didn’t.” she hummed again, but it was different this time. it was warmer.

“don’t think i won’t test you.”

“don’t think i won’t pass.” and she smiled. but she didn’t let go.

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the lunch bell came sooner than you expected. aeri was sitting across from you, already mid rant. "i swear, i hate school. especially lunch. it’s always the same. same food, same people, same boring ass conversations. i’m ready to just skip it and go home.”

ning rolled her eyes dramatically. “you’re just mad because your salad is a sad excuse for one. i told you to get the chicken wrap but you never listen.”

aeri glared at ning. “whatever. i don’t care! i’m about to leave.” she searched for her car keys. karina didn’t seem interested in the conversation. she wasn’t even looking at aeri or ning. she was watching you with the same calculating gaze, the one that made you feel like she knew every thought in your head before you even thought it.

“every time i try to get closer, you pull back.” she said. her smile was barely there but it was undeniably sly. you could feel aeri’s eyes darting between you and karina. you leaned in slightly, enough to close the gap between you. “maybe i’m just trying to figure you out. you’re not exactly the easiest person to read." karina’s gaze flickered at that, but she didn't say anything yet. instead, she leaned back in her seat like she was studying you, waiting for you to make your next move. so that’s when you did it.

without warning, you slid your hand across the table to barely brushing her fingers. she raised an eyebrow. "nevermind. i take it back. i love lunch. god bless private schools.” aeri chimed in. karina was now looking at you with a little more intensity than before. there was something unreadable in her gaze. then after a moment, her curled into a subtle smirk. something in her was definitely interested now. and maybe, she was starting to wonder how far you were willing to take it. for now though, you’re gonna keep her guessing. just like she kept you guessing.

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the final bell rang but your brain had already clocked out twenty minutes ago. you barely had time to shove your stuff into your bag before you stepped into the hallway and saw her. she was leaning against the lockers like she had been waiting since second period. her bag was slung over one shoulder and her hair was perfect. expression unreadable but so her.

“walk with me?” she asked, already turning like she knew you’d say yes. you did. of course you did.

“i was thinking… you should come back to mine. we can study. or not.” she said casually as the two of you made your way out of the building. her tone was light, but her eyes? not so much.

“actually— i’m meeting minjeong. study session.” and there it was. the shift. it was tiny, but you saw it. the slight pause in her step. the lightest twitch in her jaw. it was jealousy. 

“oh.” she said, smiling like it didn’t bother her.

“she’s helping me pass, not planning my wedding.” you said half teasing, but karina wasn’t laughing. she was looking at you like you just slipped through her fingers.

“you can come by after. i’ll wait.” she said, reapplying lipgloss. you were about to respond when aeri popped up out of literally nowhere. “wait for what?”

you raised a brow. “karina invited me over.”

“okay? say yes.”

“i have a study session.” you said.

“she’ll still be minjeong tomorrow. but karina’s house has an elevator. have you seen it?”

“she’s not wrong.” karina muttered, arms crossed now.

“i saw i—“

“besides! karina can help you study. she has snacks too. gourmet ones. the fridge talks.” you turned back to karina, whose expression was neutral but her eyes had darkened just enough to make your stomach do a flip.

“fine. but i’m not staying late.” you said.

karina smiled. just barely. “you say that every time.”

“this would only be the second time.”

“and yet it’s starting to feel like a habit.” she said, already turning towards the parking lot. hou rolled your eyes but your heart was already racing.

yeah. you were in too deep. and you kinda liked it.

karina’s car was already purring in the lot, sleek and black. you had barely opened the passenger side door when a shriek came from behind you. “shotgun, bitch!” aeri shoved past you like this was mario kart and not a luxury vehicle. “are you serious?”

“deadass. my knees hurt.” she said, already buckled in and adjusting the seat. ning raised an eyebrow. “karina isn’t gonna let—“

“let her sit up here.” karina’s voice cut through.

“ugh, she really does get everything!” you slid into the passenger and aeri looked personally victimized by karina’s favoritism. “she’s not even trying and she still wins. i hope your spotify crashes mid song.” aeri muttered, dramatically slinging her legs over ning’s lap.

karina didn’t respond. she was busy driving like she had people to run over. but her hand was flexing on the wheel every time you leaned a little too close to the window. or when your phone buzzed and she saw minjeong’s name flash across the screen. you saw it too. she didn’t say anything, but her jaw did that thing again. and just as you passed the back exit, you spotted her. minjeong. she was talking to someone, her eyes locking with yours through the window just long enough to make your stomach twist.

“oh shit. that was minjeong, right?” aeri said under her breath. “she’s chill.” you muttered. but ning leaned forward between the seats with a smirk. “she looked mad chill. like she was upset or something kinda chill.” karina didn’t look back. just gripped the wheel a little tighter and hit the turn signal. the ride started off normal. well, as normal as it could be with ning trying to pick a playlist. 

“i’m playing doja.” she declared, phone already connected.

“if y’all make me listen to doja one more time—”

“respectfully, shut up. it’s woman hour.”

“i am a woman!” aeri yelled back.

“not like doja is.”

“karina! can we get cold stone?” aeri chirped. karina was just silent. her hand on the wheel and her eyes were forward, but you saw the faintest twitch in her lips. amused. or maybe something more dangerous.

“karina! cold stone? please?” aeri repeated, dragging out the please. karina still didn’t answer right away. she just changed lanes.

“wait— what about min—” you started, already pulling your phone out.

“i want cold stone too. and i’m not about to third wheel y’all studying about cells and shit.” ning cut in. “we wouldn’t even be stu—” you paused, caught yourself, and then gave karina a look. “we’re not even gonna study, are we?”

karina finally glanced at you, eyes sharp and unreadable. “i don’t know. depends if you’re a good girl.” aeri made a noise that might’ve been a gag. “oh my god. please send her to jail.”

ning cackled. “nooo, let her have her moment. let them be weird.”

karina’s hand slid from the wheel to the center console, fingers brushing yours like it was casual. it wasn’t. “so? cold stone?” she asked quietly. you exhaled, letting your phone drop into your lap. “fine. but nothing crazy.”

“that’s what victiorian children say before they try my order and see god.”

“you put gummy bears and marshmallows in it.”

“it’s texture.”

ning rolled her eyes. “it’s giving diabetes.” karina didn’t say a word, but when the turn signal clicked again, you realized she had already taken the exit.

and yeah. maybe minjeong would be pissed. but as you watched karina change lanes like she owned the road and felt her fingers barely grazing yours again, you couldn’t find it in yourself to care. the cold stone parking lot was mostly empty, late afternoon sun casting long shadows over the building. karina pulled into a spot and looked over at you.

“stay close.” she said.

aeri was already halfway out the car, yelling something about birthday cake remix and how “cookie dough is a lifestyle.” ning followed behind her. you stepped out and felt karina’s hand brush yours again, then linger for just a second too long. you glanced up at her. “you always like this about ice cream?”

“only when you’re involved.” she said, walking ahead like she didn’t just throw you off guard. you caught up fast. inside, the cold stone was blaring early 2010s pop. aeri was already at the glass, pressed up against it like a child, pointing aggressively at mix ins.

“that. and that. and— yes, extra sprinkles.”

ning was pulling out her phone to take a picture of her nails in front of the rainbow display. you looked over at karina. she wasn’t looking at the ice cream. she was watching you.

“what?” you asked.

“what do you want?”

“me?”

“mmhm.”

“uh… coffee ice cream. brownies. fudge. maybe caramel…”

“why are you looking at me like that?” you laughed nervously. 

“just figuring you out. you give strawberry energy but you order differently.” she said, lips twitching into a smirk.

“is that a bad thing?”

“not at all.” you were about to say something back when aeri waved you over, two samples already melting in her hand.

“taste test. now.” karina just stepped back, letting you take your time. and when you finally got your cup — caramel dripping down the side and way too many brownies packed in — she paid without asking. you opened your mouth to protest but she just raised a brow.

“habit.” she said simply. you didn’t argue. not this time. maybe you were getting pulled deeper into something you didn’t fully understand yet. but you were warm, full of sugar, and karina was walking next to you like she’d always been there. and for now? you let it happen.

you stepped outside into the gold drenched dusk, caramel already threatening to drip down your wrist. aeri and ning were arguing about who would win in a cage match between taylor swift and doja cat, both talking at the same time. karina walked beside you in silence, but it wasn’t awkward. it was heavy. intentional.

you stole a glance at her as you walked. perfect posture. gaze straight ahead. one hand tucked in her jacket pocket.

and that’s when it hit you. this was the plan.

the detour. the ice cream. the quiet touches. the eye contact. even letting aeri and ning come along, keeping it casual. giving you space, but not too much. you were never going to study with minjeong today.

you paused mid step, and karina noticed. of course she did. “something wrong?”

you looked up at her, heart racing just a little. “you knew what you were doing.”

karina blinked, slow and deliberate. “elaborate.”

“you changed the subject. distracted me. gave me sugar so i wouldn’t be mad.”

she tilted her head. “did it work?” you stared at her, at the way her smile ghosted across her lips like she already knew your answer. and maybe she did.

“you’re insane.” you muttered.

“so i’ve heard.” you didn’t pull away when she brushed her fingers against yours again. because deep down? you already knew this was the plan from the moment she said 'walk with me.'

karina’s place was quiet when you walked in. the kind of quiet that felt designed. she casually kicked her shoes off by the door and you followed suit, already feeling the marble under your socks like it was judging you. aeri flopped onto the couch like she paid rent there. “okay so. what’s the plan.”

“we literally just got here.” you said, setting your cold stone cup on the table.

“yeah and i’m already bored. can we do something? like a movie? or a game? strip uno?” ning looked up from scrolling. “girl. we are not doing strip anything with y/n and rina.”

aeri rolled her eyes so hard you thought they might get stuck. “oh my god, i meant it casually. like not full nipple. just a vibe.”

“we’re not playing strip uno, we need a better plan.”

you settled into the arm of the couch, spoon halfway to your mouth. “what happened to watching a movie?”

“that’s what people do when they’re boring.” ning said, crossing one leg over the other. “we should do something new. like— break into the community pool?” karina, who had been quiet this whole time, finally spoke. “we’re not breaking the law.”

“ugh, fine. then…” ning sat up straighter, eyes flicking between the three of you. 

“let’s throw a party.”

“what?” you asked, spoon now frozen mid air.

“friday night. here. exclusive.” she said it like she was offering you a gift. karina didn’t even blink. “ning.”

“what? come on. you haven’t hosted anything since halloween and that doesn’t even count. i blacked out.”

aeri looked interested now. “i’m down. i’ll make a playlist. we can do a dress code. like hot but scary?”

“okay but—” you glanced at karina. 

“you’re just gonna say yes to this?” karina tilted her head like she was studying you. “you don’t want to?”

you opened your mouth, paused. “i mean. i didn’t say that.” ning grinned. “so that’s a yes. party on friday. hosted by our very own karina yu.” karina just leaned back into the couch, spooning a piece of your brownie into her mouth like this was exactly how she wanted it to go.

aeri clapped. “yesss. i’m texting people. hot but scary, byob!” you watched as karina used your spoon again, completely unbothered by personal space. “you’re just gonna eat mine?”

“you said you didn’t want anything crazy.” she said, chewing. “this is crazy.”

“you’re insane.”

“you like that.” karina smiled with her whole face this time. you muttered something under your breath that definitely wasn’t denial and ignored how aeri and ning exchanged a look behind you. and when your phone buzzed again, another unread message from minjeong, you turned it over without checking. because suddenly, friday didn’t feel that far away. karina fed you some of your ice cream and you were starting to realize everything always went exactly how she wanted.

friday morning, the school hallways were buzzing in that weird, overstimulating way they always were after a party was announced. and a scandal. and even though you hadn’t caused the latest scandal (yet), walking in next to karina still made you feel like a headliner. she was close. closer than usual. one hand brushing the small of your back like a warning and a claim all at once.

“you slept okay?” she asked like it wasn’t 8:06 a.m. and you weren’t actively trying to survive.

“barely. someone kept texting me party theme ideas at 2 a.m.” you muttered, adjusting your bag.

“aeri’s passionate.”

“aeri’s insane.”

“and you’re invited to be insane with us.” she said, glancing sideways at you. you were just about to respond when you saw her — minjeong. heading down the hall. she stopped a few feet away, eyes flicking between you and karina. “morning.”

you hesitated. “hey.”

karina was the one who stepped forward, expression unreadable but voice light. “you coming tonight?” minjeong looked confused. “to what?”

“party at my place. ning’s idea. hot but scary. you’d fit.” karina said, tone smooth. you glanced between them and minjeong raised an eyebrow. “you’re inviting me?”

karina smiled. it was tight lipped and dangerous. “sure. we’re all friends now, right?” minjeong didn’t respond right away. “...i’ll think about it.” and just like that, she walked off.

you turned to karina. “was that necessary?”

“completely.” she said, already walking again. and of course you followed.

first period felt slower than usual. maybe because you were hyper aware of the way karina sat next to you, ankle lightly brushing against yours under the table. your mind wasn’t on the teacher. it was on her. and the fact that today... maybe you were going to initiate the plan. so when karina leaned over, voice low against your ear, "you zoning out?" you didn’t flinch. instead, you turned your head just enough that your nose almost brushed hers and smiled sweetly.

"you’re watching me again."

“i am.” she said simply, looking back at the board. you glanced down at your notebook. “you’re not very subtle.”

karina didn’t look at you, but her pen stilled. “you think so?”

“i know so.” she hummed. you flipped to a new page in your notebook, letting your pen hover.

“you look very pretty today.” now she looked at you. briefly.

"mhm?”

“yeah. i really like your hair.” karina didn’t respond. she just glanced down at your hand resting near hers and went back to writing like she didn’t hear you. but you saw it. the slight curve in her mouth, the slow drag of her pen. it was amusement. maybe interest.

“thanks.” she purred, eyes flickering down to your lips. you didn’t push. and for the rest of class, she didn’t say a word. but she didn’t move away either. when the bell rang, she stood first. cool and unbothered. “let’s go.”

by the time lunch rolled around, you found yourself walking beside minjeong again, the two of you weaving through the courtyard like nothing was weird. like she didn’t disappear right after karina’s invitation.

“so. you gonna come friday?” you said, nudging her lightly. minjeong just looked ahead. “you want me to?”

you shrugged. “i wouldn’t hate it.” she let out a quiet breath. not quite a laugh. “that’s the most lukewarm invitation i’ve ever gotten.” you smiled but didn’t say anything. there was a pause. you were about to speak when—

“y/n.” her voice. smooth. always at the wrong time. you turned to see karina already approaching, like she didn’t just interrupted something. no, like she didn’t care if she did.

“hey.” you said, slower this time. karina’s gaze flicked to minjeong for a second, unreadable. “can i steal you?”

minjeong crossed her arms, subtle but still not that subtle. you glanced between them, heartbeat a little too loud in your ears. karina tilted her head, a small smile playing at her lips. “i brought you something.”

“what?” karina held up a small brown bag. “double chocolate muffin. the good kind. from the café off main.”

you stared at the bag, then at her. “you left campus?”

“i was early.” minjeong let out a low scoff just under her breath. not enough to cause a scene, but enough to register. karina didn’t react. just held the bag out to you again. “you coming?” you hesitated, but only for a second before taking it.

“thanks.” you said, voice quiet. karina nodded once. then you looked back at minjeong. she didn’t say anything. didn’t stop you. she just watched you walk away. and as you followed karina across the quad, hand curled around the still warm muffin, you tried not to think too hard about the fact that she always, somehow, pulled you back to her.

you ended up at the usual spot, half tucked under karina’s arm on the bench while aeri and ning fought over something across from you. karina wasn’t saying much. just slowly picking the chocolate chips out of the muffin she bought you like it was hers now. you didn’t call her out for it.

“okay, okay. tonight.” aeri said suddenly, slapping her hands down on the table. “tonight.” ning echoed, mouth full.

“i’m thinking. we start hot but scary… and end with hot and scandalous.” aeri continued, lowering her voice like she was about to reveal a fbi level secret. ning laughed. “girl. you just wanna make out with someone.”

“no shame in that.” ning shrugged. then looked right at you with a glint in her eye.

“you’re bringing a costume, right y/n?” karina’s hand stilled against the muffin and you just stared. “costume?”

“duh. you can’t just show up ‘normal.’ it’s gotta be scary or hot. preferably both.” ning grinned. karina finally spoke. “she’ll figure it out.”

but ning wasn’t done. “i’m just saying. people are gonna go crazy tonight. last year, someone hooked up in the upstairs bathroom.”

aeri fake gagged. “in the pink guest room?”

“yup.” you raised an eyebrow. “wait. upstairs?”

ning nodded. “you’re allowed up there... if you’re invited.” karina’s fingers tapped the table once. sharp. deliberate.

“ning.”

ning smiled wider, like she loved being warned. karina turned to you, voice softer now. “you don’t have to worry about that.”

you looked at her, curious. “why not?”

karina tilted her head slightly, a slow smile curling at the edges of her mouth. “because you’ll already be where you’re supposed to be. with me.”

ning let out a groan. “god. you two are insufferable.”

“you’re just mad you’re single.” aeri laughed.

“single by choice!” ning shouted. you just shook your head, laughing under your breath. but when you glanced back at karina, she was already watching you. and she didn’t look like she was joking. not even a little bit.

the rest of the day dragged the way it always did when something bigger was happening. you barely processed half your classes and aeri yelling something about "outfits" across the parking lot. because you were thinking about tonight.

by the time the final bell rang, you needed air. you found minjeong near the side entrance. she looked up when you approached, face shifting through about five different emotions before she settled on neutral.

"hey.” you said.

"hey.” she echoed. for a second, neither of you moved. then you both started walking at the same time, falling into step without needing to talk about it. it was easy with minjeong. easier than it should’ve been, considering everything.

"you should come.” you said, breaking the silence. it felt refreshing to finally have a conversation with her today. but your voice was too gentle. you heard it and you hated it. minjeong looked at you like you were impossible. like you didn’t get it.

"you’re not gonna be able to fix it. not with me there.” she said.

you shoved your hands into your pockets. "maybe not. but i don’t want you alone, either."

minjeong just shook her head, stepping back onto the path. "i’ll think about it." it wasn’t a yes. but it wasn’t a no, either. you stood there for a second after she left, staring at the spot where she’d been, feeling heavier than you should. and when you finally turned, when you finally made your way to the front of the school—

karina was waiting. leaning against her car with her arms crossed and eyes hidden behind dark sunglasses. you almost laughed. almost. until she pushed off the car and walked over.

"busy?" she asked, voice casual. too casual.

"talking to minjeong."

karina tilted her head like she was pretending to think about that. "hmm." you raised an eyebrow. "what?"

"nothing. you’re loyal. it’s cute.” she said, stepping closer and lowering her sunglasses enough that you could see the glint in her eyes. you flushed, hating how easily she could still make you react. the plan wasn’t going very well yet.

karina smiled then reached out, tugging your backpack strap like a leash, pulling you one step closer. "don’t worry. you won’t be thinking about her tonight.” she said, voice low, only for you. and then she let go, walking around you to the driver’s side like she didn’t just set something on fire between you. you stood there for half a second. then you followed. because somehow, even knowing everything you knew, you were still walking straight into her arms. and maybe you wanted to.

the drive was quiet at first. but not the awkward kind. karina lazily kept one hand on the wheel, glancing at you every so often like she was thinking things she wasn’t saying. you stared out the window, pretending not to feel it. halfway to your house, she finally spoke.

"what are you wearing tonight?"

“what?"

"for the party. you can’t just show up in a hoodie.” she tapped the wheel once, nails clicking.

"thanks for the vote of confidence.” you muttered, crossing your arms. karina just smiled, unbothered.

"i’m serious. it’s a theme."

"i’ll figure something out." karina didn’t respond right away. she just kept driving.

"i sent something to your house."

you turned your head, eyebrows lifting. "what?"

"you’ll see." you stared at her but she just smoothly pulled up in front of your place, putting the car in park. 

"i’ll see you tonight." she said simply, fingers drumming once against the wheel. you hesitated, halfway out the door.

"karina—"

"tonight." her voice cut you off. soft but firm. "wear it." you didn’t say anything else. you just shut the door and stood there, watching her drive away. and sitting there on the doorstep like a warning was a black box, tied with a silver ribbon. your name in her handwriting. you untied it with shaky fingers, peeled back the tissue paper and stared.

lace. straps. the outfit wasn’t just hot and scary. it was a problem. and you were going to wear it.

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you didn’t text her you were coming. didn’t say a word in the group chat. just got ready slowly like you weren’t already an hour late.

you wore the outfit karina sent. every strap, every inch of lace. but you added your own twist. a little jacket she didn’t pick. cat ears. eyeliner whiskers. and a thin black ribbon around your neck like a collar. you needed a costume and that was the point.

the uber dropped you off just past 10:30. the bass from the house hit before the front steps did. lights flashing behind the windows. laughter spilling out onto the lawn. someone was already throwing up in a bush. you didn’t go to the door right away. you took your time. karina had made you wait before and you were returning the favor. by the time you walked in, the party was deep. and the moment you stepped through the door, people turned.

you were late. and you were seen. someone gasped — maybe ning — and somewhere across the room, aeri shouted “OH my god.” but karina was near the stairs. leaning against the wall like she hasn’t been checking the door all night. glass in one hand, with an unreadable expression. but her grip on the railing tightened the second she saw you.

you felt it, but you didn’t go to her. not yet.

you let her watch you walk through the crowd. let her see someone stop you to talk. and when you finally made it close enough, just barely within arm’s reach, she stepped forward — quiet but intense.

“you’re late.”

“am i?”

her eyes dragged down your body like she paid for it. and, technically, she did.

“you wore it.”

“you sent it.” there was silence before karina spoke again. “take off the jacket.”

you raised an eyebrow. “you don’t wanna say hi first?”

“hi. now take it off.” you held her gaze. then slowly tugged at the jacket on your shoulders. 

"holy shit." aeri said before you could even take your jacket off. ning was behind her, eyes wide with her drink in hand. karina disappeared in an instant. “okay, you were holding out on us.”

you shrugged like you didn’t know exactly what you were doing. “was i?” aeri circled around you like you were on display, grabbing the edge of your jacket sleeve. “karina’s gonna lose her mind.”

"you say that like she hasn't already.” you muttered, eyes flicking toward the stairs where karina had just gotten pulled into a conversation by someone too rich and too loud to ignore. her eyes stayed on you as long as they could. but eventually, she had to look away. ning noticed it too. “...you planning something?”

you turned, expression calm but playful. “depends. you two wanna help?” aeri smiled immediately and ning leaned in. “always.”

you glanced over your shoulder, making sure karina was still busy. she was. but not for long. “okay. so. karina. she always watches. but she never really moves. she stays two steps ahead. like it’s a game she already won.” you murmured, turning back to them.

“because it is. and she always wins.” ning said.

“not tonight. tonight she’s gonna chase. i don’t want any of that. just... her.” you said. aeri raised an eyebrow. “you sure you can handle that?”

“not the point. i want her to feel something. enough to drop the act.” 

“I’m in. what’s the plan?” you leaned in. “simple. we make her jealous. curious. we make her wonder. and when she’s finally about to snap? that’s when i pull her upstairs.”

“and then?”

“then we see who she really is.” you were three sips into your drink when aeri leaned closer, fake casual.

“you know she didn’t used to be like this.” she said like she was commenting on the music. “like what?” you asked, already knowing the answer.

ning leaned her elbows on the counter next to you, swirling the drink in her cup. “like… karina.”

“possessive. obsessive. scary hot but scary scary.” aeri added.

“she was always hot. but she used to be fun.” ning said.

“she’s not fun now?”

ning gave you a look. “i mean… she’s fun.”

“but not in a ‘would lose a game of truth or dare without threatening someone’ way. she used to let people win.” aeri sighed. you raised an eyebrow. “so what changed?”

they exchanged a glance. you caught it. “what?” you asked.

“nothing. just… you kinda right. she used to be different.” she waved a hand. “before freshman year?” ning’s eyes narrowed like you were too clever for your own good before shrugging.

“it’s just… she wasn’t always like this. before freshman year, she was—” she paused. “different.”

aeri shot her a look. “ning.”

“i’m not saying anything bad!” ning insisted. then looked back at you. “just… there was someone before. yujin. and i think she lost her because she didn’t show how much she really wanted her until it was too late.” you frowned. “what happened?”

“ask her. but maybe don’t bring up yujin’s name unless you want a whole thing.” ning said, suddenly breezy again. you took another shot and spun in a slow circle. “well now i need to know everything.”

“you’ll get your moment. because she hasn’t taken her eyes off you since you walked in. even now. especially now.” ning said, nodding towards karina. you looked at her.

“she hasn’t even moved. i thought she would come over by now.” you said, sipping whatever mystery drink aeri handed you.

“oh, she’s watching. she’s doing that thing where she pretends not to care.” aeri muttered, eyes flicking past your shoulder. “which is funny considering the way she acts like she owns you in public.” ning added. 

you raised an eyebrow. “does she?”

“babe. she bought your outfit, picked your earrings and threatened that one guy that looked at you. she’s claiming you.” aeri said, smiling. “well, she’s gonna have to prove it.”

you weren’t sure if it was the alcohol or the music or the adrenaline from knowing karina could walk up at any second, but your skin buzzed. and you didn’t have to wait long. you turned your head — and there she was. karina. still in that dark wine colored dress that clung in all the right places, dipped low in the back and slit high on the side. her hair was pulled back, earrings catching the light. it was the kind of look that made everyone in the room aware of her without her saying a word.

she stepped in close. close enough to make your heart pick up but not enough to make it obvious. her eyes moved slowly. the cat ears, the black ribbon tied like a collar, the slick fabric of your dress that she bought, shortened and sharpened into a sexy little costume. she smiled. slow and warm. but not soft.

"where was i?" karina’s eyes flicked to your neck, then back to your mouth. “you’re a problem.”

“you like it.”

“i do. maybe too much.” she didn’t hesitate. a moment passed, heavy in the air. then her voice dropped softer, only for you.

“i can’t decide what i like more. that you wore something i picked or that you made it look like this.” she murmured, eyes dragging over you again. your skin buzzed and aeri cleared her throat.

“okay. we’re gonna go… anywhere else.” she said loudly, grabbing ning’s wrist. they disappeared into the crowd again, half laughing. karina didn’t look away.

“come find me later?” she said, like it was both a question and a guarantee. you raised your brows, voice light while you pouted. “you’re leaving me? what if i don’t wanna?”

her jaw tensed just enough. but then she smiled again, tight lipped. “don’t make me come looking for you.”

and with that, she turned and walked back towards the hallway, already being pulled into conversation by someone else. but you felt it. her eyes? they never really left.

you settled at the kitchen counter once more, nursing a cup in your hand while you allowed your head to shake to the beat.

that was when a guy slowly approached you, oblivious to the pair of eyes burning onto your skin.

he was tall. broad. the kind of guy who wore chains he probably didn’t earn and smiled like he expected the world to swoon.

“hey. you new around here?” he said, already sliding into your space like he was invited.

you raised an eyebrow, sipping your drink. “do i look new?”

“no. but you look like something i want.”

you laughed once at his boldness.

his smile widened. “i’m yeonjun.”

of course he was. you knew him. everyone knew him. 

you let him talk. let him compliment your costume, call you the hottest catgirl he’s ever seen, try and touch your hand while you adjusted your ribbon.

and across the room, karina was watching.

she wasn’t pretending anymore.

aeri and ning came in from the kitchen with drinks in hand, glitter everywhere, and both of them already yelling.

“hello?? did you get a fan club?” aeri shrieked.

“oh my god. is that yeonjun?” ning said, mouth open.

“it is.” you muttered, barely glancing at him.

“he’s so hot but so dumb. literally everyone wanted to fuck him last year.” aeri whispered.

yeonjun, entirely oblivious, smiled at you. “they your friends?”

“sort of.” aeri smiled, looping her arm through yours.

yeonjun tried to say something else but was immediately ignored.

“okay, now turn your head three inches to the left. karina is locked in.” ning said, sipping her drink dramatically. you didn’t even have to look. you could feel it.

“she hasn’t blinked in like a full minute. she’s either gonna die or commit a crime.” aeri said. 

“so same as usual.” ning shrugged.

you turned back to yeonjun. “so, what are you supposed to be?”

“uh, myself. ‘cause you know…” he said, flexing slightly.

“god. he’s so lucky he’s pretty.” aeri whispered behind her drink.

you smirked and leaned a little closer to him, letting your hand rest on your own hip. not his. not yet.

you were about to respond until you saw minjeong in the corner of your eye. 

leaning against the archway like she was standing there for a while. cup in hand and gaze fixed on you.

your smile dropped.

yeonjun was still talking but you couldn’t hear him. you murmured something to him, an excuse maybe, and slipped away before he could stop you.

the noise of the party dulled the closer you got to her.

“hey.” you greeted. 

“hey yourself. so this is what happens when karina plays dress up.” she said, eyes scanning your outfit.

you smiled faintly. “don’t start.”

“not starting anything. just making an observation.” she said in an amused tone.

you both stood there for a second, the party pulsing behind you. then she nudged your cup with hers.

“so. how’s the plan going?” minjeong said a little quieter. your throat tightened slightly.

“still intact.”

“good. keep it that way.” she nodded once.

you stared at her. “you sound like you think i’m gonna slip up.”

minjeong shrugged. “no. i know how she works.”

your silence said more than it should’ve.

minjeong offered a small smile. “i’m not here to scare you. stop doing that.”

“what did i do?”

“you keep going silent on me.”

“what am i supposed to say?”

“i don’t know. what are you thinking?” minjeong shrugged. 

“i want her but i want the truth.”

“i think you can get it. just be careful. i like you and i’d rather not watch her snap you in half just because you forgot she’s not playing fair.”

her eyes softened.

“just don’t lose yourself in her. not all at once.”

before you could reply, she was already walking away to the sound of someone calling her name.

you stood there for a moment, letting minjeong’s words settle.

then—

“HELLO? y/n??”

aeri appeared in front of you out of nowhere, cheeks flushed and glitter in her lashes. one hand on her hip and the other was holding a drink. 

“we lost you to hot boy #3. and then we lost you again to the corner.” ning added.

you blinked, a little dazed. “just… catching up.”

aeri raised an eyebrow. “with minjeong?”

“she gave me a pep talk.” you said, vague on purpose.

ning grinned. “that sounds fake but okay.”

“is she still in love with karina?” aeri asked bluntly, sipping her drink.

“no? i don’t know!”

they exchanged a look. one of those unspoken ones.

aeri leaned in. “whatever. we need more shots.”

“absolutely. and dancing.” ning added, grabbing your hand.

you hesitated. “i don’t know if—”

“don’t care. you’re wearing lingerie and fake ears, you gotta give into the sluttiness.” aeri said sweetly.

“and. you know she’s watching. has been. not even blinking.” ning sang, already pulling you into the living room.

your stomach flipped. but you didn’t stop them.

the music hit harder as you stepped into the crowd again and ning handed you something you thought was vodka. you downed it with the kind of attitude that came from being halfway in control and halfway over it.

you were laughing, dancing, spinning under lights you didn’t recognize when yeonjun reappeared, hand brushing your waist like he belonged there.

“miss me?” he asked.

you didn’t answer yet.

but you didn’t stop him either. one hand brushed your hip like he had a right to.

“i thought you gave up easy.” you said.

he smiled. “i don’t give up when i want something.”

you rolled your eyes but didn’t move away. the liquor hit harder in your veins and your body swayed, loose and untethered. you let your arms drape around his shoulders. not because he deserved it. but because you knew she was watching.

somewhere in this house. somewhere behind you.

you didn’t need to see her to know. you could feel it. it was like a thread winding tight around your ribs. pulling you in.

yeonjun leaned closer, bold now, mouth near your ear. “you’re gorgeous.”

you laughed. and just before he could speak again, something shifted.

you turned your head slightly, enough to catch her.

karina. at the edge of the room.

she wasn’t leaning. she was moving. her eyes were locked on you and didn’t stray. not once.

you smile twitched.

yeonjun noticed none of it. “come upstairs with me?” he asked.

you looked back at him. “you think I’m that easy?”

“what?”

you stepped back just out of his reach. “sorry. not interested.”

he frowned. “you were just—”

but you were already turning. already walking away. and behind you through the crowd, karina was following. you didn’t rush or run. you wanted her to catch you.

each room you passed, you felt her closer. then a hand caught your wrist.

you stopped, turned, and she was there. 

“don’t do that again.” her voice was low and calm.

“what, dance?”

“flirt with him.”

you tilted your head, feigning innocence. “you weren’t there.”

“i’m always there.” karina stood there, eyes locked on yours. too still. too composed.

you tilted your head, gaze tracing her silhouette. “you gonna keep staring, or were you gonna say something?”

“didn’t want to ruin the show.”

you sipped your drink, letting the music pulse between you. “but you like watching, don’t you?”

karina stepped closer. “only when it’s you.”

a breath caught in your chest but you didn’t let it show. you just rolled your eyes.

“you should be careful.” karina finally murmured, voice almost gentle.

you smiled. “everybody says that.”

“you didn’t listen to them.”

“because i want you, jimin.” you sighed, exasperated. 

you could hear her suck in a breath.

“then let me have you.”

you didn’t let the shiver show. but it was there. “not until you learn how to be honest.”

karina’s expression cracked just for a second. before she could speak, a voice called your name.

you stepped back without looking away.

“come find me later. when you’re ready to stop treating me like something you can keep in your pocket, jimin.”

and then you were gone, slipping back into the crowd.

but karina? she was still standing there. like she just lost something she thought she already owned.

“where have you been?” ning asked, stepping in front of you as soon as you entered the kitchen. you didn’t answer right away. just took the bottle from aeri’s hand and drank straight from it.

“y/n. what happened?” aeri tilted her head, brows furrowed.

“karina happened.” you muttered, tossing the liquor back. the burn was dull and familiar. 

“did yall fuck that quick?” ning widened her eyes. 

you choked slightly on the drink. “what—no!”

“then why do you look like you just got slammed against a wall?” aeri said, tilting her head. 

“she followed me.”

“duh.” ning muttered.

“what did she say?” aeri asked, stepping closer. you could smell the alcohol on her lips. 

“told me not to flirt with yeonjun.”

aeri stared. “that’s it?“

“she said she’s always there.” you muttered, grabbing the bottle again and drinking straight from it.

“the obsession spiral. she’s so back.” ning sighed, fixing your hair. 

you drank again. “i told her no.”

both of them stared.

“i told her she can’t have me unless she learns how to be honest.”

“she might lose it.” aeri said.

“she said ‘let me have you.’ you exhaled, remembering the words.

ning actually put a hand on her chest. “i love when she getd dramatic like that.”

“that ain’t drama, that’s delusion. and the way you walked back in here?” aeri corrected.

“she just looked at me.” you said quietly.

“karina doesn’t… deal with rejection. not from people she wants.”

“and she wants you.” ning said, no teasing this time. but you all knew that.

you stared down into the bottle. “so what do i do?”

aeri shrugged. “the plan still on, isn’t it?”

you looked up at her before shrugging.

“then you need to dance. right now. before she finds you again.” ning said.

you tilted your head back and downed another one. “okay.”

ning grinned while dragging you to the living room. the music thumped louder and you wiped your mouth with the back of your hand.

the moment you began to dance aeri shoved a drink in your hand. ning grabbed the other. you were being moved like a doll, but you didn’t care. it was no different than being with karina.

“she’s watching.” aeri whispered in your ear.

you didn’t have to ask who.

“good.” you muttered, sipping the drink.

“that’s the spirit.” ning spun you into the center of the crowd like it was a runway.

you danced. it wasn’t graceful. it was sloppy, confident, and all hips. you were letting the liquor take over. aeri pressed behind you, light hands on your hips. phones were out and 

for a second, you forgot about karina. you forgot about the way she said “let me have you” like it was a prayer.

ning cackled, slipping another shot into your hand.

“i think i’m already drunk.” you said. but you threw it back anyway.

you turned your head and there she was. she was across the room with her back to the wall, arms crossed, eyes locked on you. cold and possessive.

you smiled at her.

“she looks like she’s gonna murder me.” you muttered.

“she wouldn’t. you’re her favorite toy.” ning shrugged.

another shot. you lost count.

someone grabbed your hand. you danced harder.

karina was still watching you like she wanted to kill you. or kiss you. or maybe both.

you blinked up at ning. “i think i’m gonna throw up.”

“nah. you’ll be fine.” ning said.

“she’s coming.” aeri whispered.

you didn’t look.

“what do i do?”

“let her suffer. that’s the plan, right?” ning said. it wasn’t. 

but you laughed anyway. loud and drunk.

karina took one step forward. you took two back into aeri’s arms before continuing to dance. 

and when you felt a firm grip on your wrist, you knew it was karina. it wasn’t painful, but it was enough to remind you that she wasn’t asking.

you didn’t fight her. you were too dizzy. too tired. too done.

she pulled you through the house like a thread, past rooms full of people, eyes flicking towards you with quiet curiosity. a drunk girl was being dragged off by her maybe girlfriend. or maybe not.

the moment the door shut behind you, karina finally let go.

“you’re drunk.”

you laughed. “really?”

karina didn’t laugh back. she stepped forward, arms crossed and jaw tense. her expression was unreadable.

“you shouldn’t be drinking like that.”

“you shouldn’t be controlling.”

her lip twitched. “i’m not trying to control you.”

“bullshit.”

“y/n—”

“don’t ‘y/n’ me. can you just be honest? just for once? if you were honest and did this the right way, then we wouldn’t even be here.” you snapped, stepping back.

karina stood across from you, chest rising and falling. the room was too quiet, and the bass from the party outside thudded faintly through the walls.

“you’re drunk. you’re not thinking straight.” she said again, quieter this time.

“stop using that as an excuse. i’m drunk, not stupid.” you dragged your hands down your face. “god, you’re so hot it actually pisses me off.”

karina stared. “what?”

“you— you walk around acting like you don’t actually care and everyone’s telling me not to fall for it but then say shit like ‘let me have you’ and stalk me around parties and get all possessive. like— i don’t know what’s real.”

“it’s all real. everything i’ve said. everything i’ve done.” she said, stepping closer. her voice dropped, softer now. 

you laughed bitterly. “even the controlling part?”

“i’m not controlling—”

“you are. you want me close but only on your terms. you get jealous, you get weird when i talk to other people, you talk like i belong to you, karina.”

she didn’t deny it. she just stared at you, expression unreadable.

“i just want honesty. even if it sucks. even if it hurts. stop trying to play me.” you said, voice softer now.

“i’m not playing you. but you want honesty?” she paused. “then let’s be honest.”

you watched her warily.

“my mom told me. about the transfer.” she said.

your stomach turned.

“she said your dad’s affair got out. that your mom wants a fresh start. how quick they pulled you out.”

the silence that followed was suffocating.

your throat burned. “you had no right—”

“she’s the counselor, y/n.”

“yeah? and you had no right to use that against me. i don't have to tell you everything.” you backed up, bumping into the velvet chair behind you. “what, you’re just gonna throw my worst moment at me when you’re losing control?”

“i’m not trying to win or lose—”

“yes you are!” you raised your voice. “you always are. this is a game to you. a way to get people to obey you.”

karina’s jaw clenched. “no. you’re different.”

“then treat me like i’m different! you keep saying that but all i get is secrecy and obsession and manipulation. and— i think i like it. fuck, i think i like you so much it’s fucking me up, but i can’t keep doing this if you won’t give me anything real.”

the silence stretched long in between you. karina didn’t move.

“i could be good for you. if you let me.” she said, almost in a whisper.

you exhaled. “i don’t want the version of you you think i want. i want the real you. even if it’s ugly. even if you’re scared. i don’t want to be someone you collect and protect and keep quiet. i want to matter.”

“you do matter. that’s why i’m trying so hard.” karina said.

“then stop using what you know to control me. stop hovering. stop acting like knowing me means owning me.”

she scoffed. “i only know because i care.”

“and i’m telling you right now— you’re gonna lose me if you keep going like this.”

she didn’t respond.

“it’s been a month of being dragged, watched, and decoded like i’m just a new file in your brain. don’t you think i’m tired?”

and then quieter, you added. “i’m not yujin.”

karina froze.

your voice trembled. “i don’t care who she was. but i’m not her. you don’t get to rewrite what you lost with someone else through me.”

she stepped forward again, slower now. “i know.”

“do you?”

“i do. you’re not her. you’re you.” she said.

you shook your head. “then let me be me.”

“i keep trying to convince myself you’re just intense. that this is just your form of affection.” you said slowly, eyes on her. she stayed quiet.

“but sometimes i look at you and it’s like you already know how this ends. like you already planned ten steps ahead of me.”

her silence was confirmation.

“and that scares me.” you admitted quietly.

karina’s eyes flickered with shame, maybe. or guilt. or something colder underneath. the calculation that she always tried to hide behind softness.

“i didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“maybe not. but you did. you treat me like a replacement for whatever you lost.”

karina swallowed. “i never wanted that.”

“then why do i feel like i’m being studied?”

she took a step forward and you took one back.

“don’t. not this time.” you said.

her head tilted. “then would you rather i ignored you? like your parents did? like your friends did back home when everything fell apart?”

you froze.

that was a low blow. and she knew it.

she saw it in your face. and still, she didn’t take it back. she only stepped closer.

“i’m the only one who’s seen the whole you and stayed. doesn’t that mean something?”

you stared at her. “you’re not staying. you’re watching. waiting to see how i break so you can catch the pieces before anyone else.”

her lip twitched like she wanted to deny it. but she couldn’t.

“i didn’t ask for this. i didn’t ask for the secrets or the way you make me feel insane or the fact that i still want you even when i know i shouldn’t.”

she moved again. you didn’t.

“you still haven’t told me the truth about yujin. about what happened. why you can’t let go.”

“i didn’t want to scare you.”

“you already did.”

the words hung between you, heavier than anything else.

karina’s voice dropped. “you think i’m too much now. but you didn’t seem scared when you kissed me. or when you stayed the night. or when you begged me not to stop touching you.”

you flinched.

she stepped even closer, now inches from you. “you weren’t scared then. you liked it. you liked being known.”

“don’t twist this.” you whispered.

“i’m not. you’re the one running because i care in other ways people can’t.” she said. 

“that’s not love, karina. that’s control.” you said, backing away.

“you call it control.”

you almost laughed. “karina. you’re on your own planet.”

but she didn’t answer. instead, she stepped forward. and then, without warning or hesitation, dropped to her knees.

you froze.

“karina.”

she looked up at you from the floor, eyes locked on yours like you were the only thing keeping her down to earth.

she didn’t look pathetic. she looked intentional. poised. like she thought about this before. she didn’t reach for you right away. just stared up, head tilted slightly like she was memorizing you from this angle. her eyes were clear. soft in a way that made your throat burn.

“you scare me.” she admitted, voice barely above a whisper. “the way you see me. the way you make me want to be different.”

you hated how that made you pause. how it made you ache.

“i know i come off cold. calculated. maybe i am. maybe that’s what happens when you already lost someone once and promised yourself you’d never feel that again. but you—” she looked up, slowly. “you make me feel like i don’t have to be that version of myself.”

you looked away, afraid of what was happening to your resolve.

“i don’t want to own you,” she said and her voice cracked just slightly. “i just want to keep you. to protect the only thing that’s made me feel real again.”

god. she was good.

you wanted to believe her. you almost did.

“karina…” your voice trembled. “i don’t know if you’re saying this because it’s true, or because you know i’ll stay if you do.”

her smile was sad and quiet. “maybe both.”

and somehow, that honesty hurt the most.

she reached up slowly. her fingers ghosted over your wrist like she was asking for permission without words. you didn’t pull away.

“don’t leave.” she said it so quietly that it cracked something in you.

you swallowed. her hands moved slowly, reaching for yours like they were something sacred. she waited, and when you didn’t stop her, she slid her fingers over your palm, lifting it gently. her lips pressed against the back of your hand, soft and slow, lingering like she didn’t want to let go. 

and for a moment, you almost faltered. you almost fell again. that was how she worked, sweet enough to confuse you, but sharp enough to keep you in check.

but before you could respond —

knock knock.

the door creaked. “yo.” ning’s voice cut in. too casual. “am i interrupting… something?”

you stepped back instantly. like you had woken up.

karina didn’t even turn to look. “leave.”

“okay damn.” ning’s voice faded as the door shut again.

but the moment had cracked. fractured in the way that all glass eventually does.

“i have to go.” you said, your voice small.

karina stood slowly, no longer trying to stop you. but she didn’t look surprised. only calm again. composed. a little sad. which made it harder to leave. her silence was the cruelest part.

but you did anyway. and your hands were already shaking as you texted minjeong.

you woke up slow. heavy. like the night before had pressed its whole body against you and never really left.

there was sunlight pouring in through the curtains, soft and too gentle for how you felt. the sheets were warm and unfamiliar  but they didn’t smell like her.

your throat was dry. your head was pounding. your chest? worse.

because it remembered everything.

you laid there for a long time in the quiet. wrapped in the comfort of someone else’s house and the ache of your own mistakes.

minjeong’s guest bed. in her extra blanket.

not karina’s arms. not karina’s bed. not karina.

you hated that that mattered.

the scent of lavender came from the pillow. there was a water glass beside the bed, half full, and two advil on a folded napkin. 

your phone buzzed under your pillow. you ignored her.

your body still remembered her. the grip. the way she’d looked at you like you were the most infuriating thing she had ever wanted.

you rolled onto your back, staring up at the ceiling. your body ached in strange places—your temples, your chest, the hollow spot behind your ribs where her voice used to echo.

you didn’t know what time it was. you didn’t care. you just existed in the hangover and the heat of her memory.

then the buzz came again. 6 texts. 2 missed calls. 1 voice message.

none from her.

but you opened it anyway. 

ning

ummmm she ended the party

literally pulled the aux mid song.

likeee everyone out

no yelling n no emotion

your chest tightened.

aeri

girl when i say SCARY…

haven’t seen her like that since the thing with yujin

she didn’t even say ur name but we all knew

the blood drained from your face.

aeri

she went upstairs after

didn’t even look at anyone

you stared at your phone. you knew she was upstairs probably replaying every word you said. probably memorizing the exact angle you looked at her when you told her she was controlling. probably blaming herself. probably blaming you more.

you imagined her sitting on her bed, scrolling through something that reminded her of you. or maybe nothing at all.

you could still hear it from last night:

“you weren’t scared then. you liked it. you liked being known.”

and fuck, maybe you did.

maybe that was the worst part. that she looked at you like she already knew how this ended. that she kissed you like she built the ending to your story herself.

“morning.” minjeong’s voice came soft from the doorway.

you turned your head but didn’t speak. she walked in, still in sweats while holding a mug of tea.

“i thought you might need something warm.”

you didn’t answer. just reached for it with a quiet nod. 

she sat beside you, watching the way your hand curled around the mug.

“you look like you’ve seen a ghost.” she said.

you laughed under your breath. “i think i might’ve dated one.”

minjeong tilted her head. “you didn’t date her.”

“i know. she ended the party. didnt say anything. she’s probably not even mad.”

“she’s probably hurting. in her own twisted way.” minjeong said. you finished the tea, feeling your body start to thaw.

you finished the tea in a few gulps. “she always been like this?” you asked.

minjeong leaned back, stretching her legs out beside the bed. “kind of. not always in the scary way. back when we were freshmen, she was… a lot more normal. we were close.” you glanced at her, the word close sticking.

“you know she was captain of the volleyball team. people liked her, but it wasn’t… like now. she was just kind of cool and serious and good at stuff. intimidating, sure, but not on purpose. she laughed more.”

minjeong smiled faintly at the memory. “sophomore year, she bleached her hair and suddenly half the school had a crush on her. everyone started looking at her different. like she was untouchable. even the teachers. i think she liked it.”

you tilted your head. “what about you?”

minjeong shrugged. “i liked her before that. when she still let herself be soft. when it wasn’t all about control. i guess i just fell into it? she used to let me hang around after practice. we would talk. sometimes she would drive me home. it wasn’t anything, but at the time it felt like everything.” you nodded slowly.

“i think i mistook her attention for affection. but karina gives her attention very… strategically. and you start bending around it.” 

“she hurt her shoulder junior year and stopped playing. she didn’t tell anyone at first. i found out, told jiwon, and i guess she figured out eventually.” minjeong continued.

“that’s why you guys stopped talking?” you asked, quietly.

“yeah. she doesn’t handle that very well.” she said, voice low. but you knew that. 

“but hey. i got a text from jiwon.” minjeong changed the subject, making your ears perk up. “she said that her parents couldn’t afford the cost anymore.”

“just like that?”

“yeah. she’s already packed and ready to leave wednesday.” there was a pass of silence between you two.

“she got on her knees.”

minjeong looked at you. “what?”

you stared out at the grass. “last night. when i told her she was controlling.”

you took a slow breath, unsteady. “she just… dropped. right there. like it wasn’t a performance. like it was a decision. like she knew what she was doing and still wanted me to see her that way.” minjeong was quiet.

“she didn’t touch me, not at first.” you said. “just looked up at me like… i don’t know.” your voice cracked a little. “and then she reached for my hand.”

minjeong nodded for you to go on, eyes careful. “she kissed it. twice. once like she needed to remember me. and then again like she wanted me to forget everything else.”

“and the way she said things… like she wasn’t trying to win me over. just trying not to lose me. she told me i scare her.” you let out a breathy laugh, bitter. “me. like i’m the one with power.”

minjeong looked down, biting the inside of her cheek.

“she said i made her want to change.” you said softly. “but it felt like a test. like she wanted me to forgive her just because she knew how to sound honest.”

you stared down at your hands. they still felt like hers.

“then ning came in.” you added, voice distant. “door cracked open like a fucking movie scene. she saw us and dipped so fast.”

“and you left.” minjeong finished for you.

you nodded. “i told her i had to go. she didn’t even stop me.” your eyes stung.

“i still wanted to stay.” you admitted. “i think that’s the worst part.”

minjeong looked at you then, eyes soft but firm. “no it isn’t.” 

“it makes me hers.”

“don’t go back. not yet." she said.

you leaned into her shoulder just slightly. and this time, when your phone buzzed, you didn’t look.

the second you stepped in the school building, you felt it.

that weird tension that came when something major happened and the walls were still pretending nothing changed.

students were moving around like normal, laughing, running to class, shoving lockers shut, but everything felt too loud. and then you saw her.

karina was leaning against the lockers, phone in hand. she was standing between ning and aeri like nothing had happened. like she didn’t look you in the eye three nights ago and say things you can’t unhear. like she didn’t ask you not to leave her, and then let you walk away anyway.

you didn’t even get a glance. not a twitch. not a blink in your direction. just her mouth curling at something that ning said. her arms crossing in that familiar way, eyes locked on anything but you. you slowed down.

“don’t.” minjeong said softly, already seeing the shift in your face.

you turned towards her like you haven’t been staring. “what?”

she looked at you for a second too long. then she opened the front door, holding it long enough for you to pass through. the main hallway hit you with a mix of perfume and the citrus floor cleaner the janitors used.

you barely noticed. you were still focused on karina. “she’s pretending like i don’t exist. did you see that?” you muttered once you were both inside.

minjeong walked in step beside you, adjusting her backpack like she was trying to stay casual. “i saw it.”

you passed a group of juniors huddled by the vending machines. someone laughed too loud and your stomach flipped.

“she didn’t even acknowledge me.”

“she’s doing what she thinks keeps her in control. that’s kind of her whole thing.” minjeong said, glancing sideways at you.

you kept walking towards your locker, not really focused on where your feet were taking you. “well it’s working. i feel like i got erased.”

minjeong sighed. “how do you actually feel?”

you leaned against your locker, the cold metal grounding you. “like i miss her. which is stupid.”

“it’s not stupid.”

“i thought that she really liked me. and now she won’t even look at me.”

minjeong gave you a long, quiet look. students passed around you, some bumping shoulders, some glancing curiously. but you didn’t care.

“she does. that’s the problem.”

you swallowed hard. then you opened your locker with shaking hands. 

“she’s just not good at liking people in a… normal way.” minjeong added softly.

you didn’t respond. you couldn’t. because she was right. and you still wanted to be destroyed. 

you weren’t ready for first period. you told yourself that you were, that you could do this — that it was just another class, just another morning, just another girl.

but it wasn’t. not when the girl was her.

you stepped through the classroom door like you didn’t spend the walk building yourself back up from the pieces she left you in. like you weren’t still thinking about friday. 

you looked up — and there she was.

karina.

already seated, back straight, posture perfect, like always. she was angled toward the window, sunlight catching the edge of her cheekbone, making her look carved from marble. her expression was calm and composed. bored even. her fingers tapped against her notebook, idle and distracted.

she looked like someone who had never broken.

who had never begged.

who didn’t kiss you like you were air and she was drowning in an endless sea.

and that was when the first crack formed in your chest.

you slowed your steps. something in you was still hoping that she’d feel you. tbat she’d turn. that some invisible thread between you might tug hard enough to make her look.

she didn’t. not even a flicker. just stayed there, perfectly still, like you were nothing more than another body passing by.

you took your seat beside her — the same seat you filled for weeks now, the one she used to glance at before class, used to lean toward mid lecture, and used to brush her fingers against like it was an accident.

now? nothing. she didn’t shift away from you. but she didn’t acknowledge you either. and that absence was worse than if she’d flinched. 

you glanced at her hands. you wanted to speak. you wanted to say her name. to whisper it the way she used to whisper yours when no one else was listening.

so you did. quietly. barely.

“karina.” she didn’t move. didn’t blink. didn’t even breathe differently. you felt your stomach drop. like something sacred had been lost. you said her name again. a little louder this time. like maybe she didn’t hear you. like maybe this was all just a misunderstanding.

still — nothing.

you sat there, hands folded in your lap, chest aching in that awful, familiar way. the one that doesn’t come from heartbreak, but from the silence that follows it. the teacher started talking. something about metaphor. something about illusions. something about how language can hide pain. it was almost funny. like the universe was in on the joke now.

you didn’t take notes. you just stared down at your paper, eyes unfocused, hands still. the urge to cry was heavy behind your eyes, but you didn’t let it win.

not here. and especially not next to her. not when she wouldn’t even give you the decency of a glance. your throat felt tight.

you turned your head just slightly, enough to see her in your peripheral. her mouth twitched at something the teacher said. the little smirk that was always on her face when she caught an inside joke that the rest of the class missed. you stared at her profile, memorizing it all over again. the sharpness of her jaw, the way her lashes curled slightly up at the ends, the way her lip twitched when she was holding something back.

but you didn’t know what she was holding back now. you didn’t even know if she cared anymore. maybe she never did. maybe she did too much.

god, you missed her. missed her so much you wanted to scream. but instead you sat there, painfully still, biting the inside of your cheek just to feel something that wasn’t her absence.

halfway through the class, your leg brushed hers. just barely. not enough to matter. not enough to be anything but coincidence.

but still. your heart stopped. but she didn’t move. she didn’t shift. she didn’t do anything. and that was the cruelest part. because even her nothing felt like a decision.

when the bell rang, you jolted. you looked at her before she could stand, desperate just for a moment. for something. for a glance. for a word. for proof that this wasn’t a dream.

she stood up, packed up, and walked away. no hesitation and no goodbye.

the second you stepped out of the classroom, you let out a breath that you didn’t even know you were holding. your heart had been holding out for a glance, a twitch, any sign — and you got absolutely nothing.

it was forty eight minutes of pretending you weren’t sitting right beside her. forty eight minutes of her not looking at you, not speaking to you, and not even acknowledging you existed in the same dimension.

and still. still, you found yourself staring at the way her fingers tapped the edge of her notebook. the way she pushed her hair behind her ear when she was focusing. you could practically recreate the sound of her sigh when she was bored. you hated how you noticed all of it. but you hated even more how you missed it.

you didn’t even realize you stopped walking until minjeong showed up beside you, sliding into your space like she had been watching you the whole time.

“you okay?” she asked.

you blinked like you were just waking up from a long sleep. “no.”

minjeong nodded once and leaned against the lockers. “she didn’t say a word. she didn’t even look at me. like i was never there.” you muttered, leaning beside her.

“she’s the goat at acting unbothered. it’s how she wins.” minjeong said, standing beside you with her arms crossed.

you scoffed. “well congrats to her. she’s winning.”

“i shouldn’t care this much. i really shouldn’t.” you said suddenly.

“maybe not. but you do.” minjeong said.

“i feel pathetic. i know she’s manipulative. i know she plays games. i know she’s probably never been in something real and i’m stupid for thinking it was.”

“i—“

“and i still want her.” minjeong hesitated, then nodded like she expected that answer. “i know.”

“it’s so dumb, right?” you laughed. “like, she’s probably already moved on. she has ning and aeri and her whole little kingdom and i’m over here acting like i just got ghosted by the girl i thought i’d get married to.”

minjeong turned fully to face you. “you’re not dumb. she’ll come back.” she said quietly.

“she already left.” before minjeong could respond, the classroom door behind you swung open. karina stepped out with her head high and face unreadable. she didn’t even scan the hallway. like she already knew exactly who was watching.

ning and aeri somehow followed behind. aeri was fixing her lip gloss in the reflection of the fire extinguisher case and ning said something that made karina smile. just barely.

you stood straighter before you could stop yourself and karina walked right toward you. your heart thudded. and then— 

she brushed past minjeong’s shoulder. it wasn’t hard, but it wasn’t subtle either. minjeong went rigid beside you. you just froze.

karina didn’t even glance at you. didnt slow down either. just kept walking. “wow.” you whispered. minjeong exhaled slowly, eyes on karina’s back. “she’s annoying.”

you didn’t say anything. because you were too busy thinking about how the smell of her perfume still lingered in the air like a ghost.

“don’t say it.” minjeong warned but it was too late.

“i still want her.”

minjeong looked at you like she wanted to throw something — but then her face softened. “okay. then we’ll figure it out. together.” you looked down the hallway again.

you knew better. but you still wanted her anyway. and that was the worst part.

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lunch felt like detention. you and minjeong sat at her usual table near the back where the sunlight filtered through the trees and made everything feel a little too pretty for how awful your insides felt.

your tray was untouched. you picked at your food but mostly just peeled the label off your water bottle.  minjeong was halfway through a fruit cup, watching you like you were going to die at any moment.

“okay.” she said finally, chewing slow. “what’s going on in that head of yours?” you didn’t answer right away. just stared out across the lawn where karina sat with ning and aeri. she had her sunglasses pushed up on her head and was sipping from a little matcha bottle. 

you wanted to scream. or cry. or maybe just lie down with your face in the grass.

instead, you spoke. “i want to talk to her.”

minjeong paused mid bite. “no.”

“just for a second.”

“no.”

“i just want to—”

“no.”

you tore your eyes away from karina to look at her. “you don’t even know what i was gonna say.”

“you were gonna walk over there and say something stupid like ‘can we talk?’ or ‘was any of it real?’ or ‘why are you acting like i’m invisible?’ and then she was gonna stare up at you with those bambi eyes and say something cryptic that makes you feel like you’re insane.”

you stared. “okay, that’s… exactly what I was gonna do.”

“i know.” minjeong muttered. “because i did it. twice. and both times i ended up crying in the art room and texting my ex from eighth grade.” you dropped your head onto your folded arms and groaned into your hoodie sleeve. “why is she like this?”

“because she doesn’t know how to just like someone.” you turned your head to look at her. “it’s not even that i want her to explain. i just— i don’t know. i just want her to look at me. like i matter. like i’m not some phase she already grew out of.”

minjeong’s face softened. “you do matter.”

“not to her.”

“that’s not true.”

“the  why hasn’t she said anything? why is she pretending i don’t exist?”

minjeong looked down at her tray for a second. “because she’s scared.”

“of what? me? i’m literally the one crying into my lunch.”

“she’s scared that if she looks at you, it’ll undo her. and she’s spent years building a version of herself that doesn’t fall apart for anyone.”

gou sat back up, arms wrapped around yourself. “so what? i’m just supposed to sit here and wait for her to be brave?”

“i’m not saying wait. i’m saying… don’t walk into the lion’s den. with raw meat.”

you frowned. “what if i don’t care anymore? what if i’d rather be hurt than ignored?”

minjeong shook her head slowly. “that’s not power, y/n. that’s a slow motion heartbreak.”

you didn’t respond. your eyes wandered again, almost involuntarily, back to karina. she was laughing at something that aeri said. her hand rested loosely on her knee. she hasn’t looked your way once.

“i miss her so much i feel sick.” you whispered.

“i know.”

you didn’t speak for a while after that. the wind moved gently through the trees, scattering cherry blossom petals onto your table.

“i think she misses you too.” minjeong added after a long pause.

you looked at her. “then why won’t she say it?”

“because if she does, she’ll have to admit she messed up. and yu jimin doesn’t apologize. she rewrites the narrative.”

you pressed your lips together. “i want her to miss me. but not like this.” you said.

minjeong reached across the table and squeezed your hand. “remember. don’t go to her yet.”

you hesitated. swallowed down everything desperate sitting in your throat.

“okay.” you whispered.

but when karina stood up a minute later, tossing her hair back and laughing at something that ning said, your eyes followed her all the way across the courtyard.

and when she didn’t look back? it hurt anyway.

the day dragged. it felt like being underwater. every class was a blur of muffled voices and moving people, and you were just floating through it. you kept checking your phone even though you knew there’d be nothing from her.

you were used to the intensity. the eye contact that burned, the touches that lingered, the possessive glances from across the room. even when she was being cold, it was calculated. a push and pull. a game.

but now it was absence. silence so loud that it made you ache. she hasn’t looked at you once. not in the hallways. not in any period. not when she passed by your locker with aeri, close enough that you could smell her perfume.

not once.

you caught yourself turning around too quick when you thought you heard her laugh. you stopped breathing every time someone said her name in passing. you wanted to hate her. but really, you just miss her.

by the time the final bell rang, your chest felt hollow.

you stayed in your seat after class, pretending to dig through your backpack just so you wouldn’t have to walk into the hallway crowd yet. just so you wouldn’t have to see her leaving without even looking back. again.

eventually, you forced yourself up and wandered down the hall with your head low and hoodie up. your phone buzzed once in your pocket, but it was nothing that mattered.

minjeong found you by the benches out front, sitting on the concrete with your arms around your knees like a sulking child. she didn’t say anything at first. just plopped down beside you with a loud sigh.

“is she still pretending you’re air?” you nodded. the two of you sat in silence for a while, watching cars pull in and students walk out. the sky was starting to go gold at the edges, the sun bleeding into soft pink. you used to love this hour. now it just made your stomach hurt.

“i thought maybe she would chase me. or at least try.” you admitted. “she will. but only when she realizes she doesn’t know how to win without you.” minjeong said.

you swallowed. “and what if she doesn’t?”

“then that’s not someone you want to spend your heart on.”

that sentence settled between you both. it was heavy and real. you nodded slowly. “okay.”

minjeong stood up and held out her hand. “come on. let’s get food before you start crying.”

you let her pull you up. you didn’t feel better. not really. but at least you weren’t sitting alone anymore. at least someone still looked at you like you mattered. you take one last glance toward the student lot. karina wasn’t there.

she left without you. again. and it still hurt. even though you knew it would.

two days. forty eight hours. one hundred and forty four thousand seconds. you weren’t counting or anything. it was terrifying how quickly pain could become routine. you walked into school with minjeong like nothing was wrong. like it was just another day. like the ghost of someone you used to mean something to wasn’t standing ten feet away, laughing at something ning whispered to her.

the worst part? you were still trying to get her attention.

you shouldn’t have put this outfit on. you told yourself that like three times in the mirror before leaving the house. you told yourself that it didn’t matter. that she wouldn’t care. that she wouldn’t look.

but you still wore it. your top was a little shorter than usual, hem brushing just above your waistband. your hair was done and you even had on makeup. it wasn’t full revenge dress level, but it was enough to make your pulse quicken when you walked past a window.

minjeong didn’t say anything at first when she saw you that morning. she just raised an eyebrow. “you tryna be subtle, or…?”

“shut up. i didn’t even think about it.” you muttered, cheeks already warning. she gave you a look. “mhm.”

karina looked good. of course she did. she always did when you didn’t want her to.

minjeong’s hand brushed yours as you froze halfway through the doorway. “keep walking.”

“i wasn’t gonna stop.” you muttered but your voice sounded fragile.

“uh huh.”

you forced your feet to move.

“she didn’t look at me.” you said once you passed by, low enough that only minjeong could hear.

“she hasn’t looked at you in two days.” she replied. it wasn’t unkind. 

“yeah. well… it still sucks.”

minjeong didn’t say anything for a moment. you could feel her glancing at you sideways, but you didn’t meet her eyes.

minjeong finally spoke, voice softer now. “you know this isn’t really about you, right?”

“what?”

“she’s not ignoring you because you did something wrong. well— i know for a fact she’s ignoring you because she’s trying not to fall apart in front of you.”

“then why does she look so fine?” you snapped, louder than you meant to.

a freshman walking by gave you a weird look. you bit your tongue.

minjeong touched your arm gently. “because that’s her thing. she controls the narrative.”

you stopped at your locker. “well she’s doing a damn good job.”

“she’s watching you, you know. she just waits until you’re not looking.”

you laughed bitterly. “i am looking. constantly.”

minjeong smiled. “i know.”

you didn’t say anything. you just leaned your forehead against the locker, trying not to feel every emotion pressing against your body.

“she’s ignoring me like i never meant anything. i feel invisible.”

minjeong’s voice dropped. “you’re not.” you pulled your books out and closed the locker too fast. the bang made you flinch.

“i just want her to talk to me. even if it’s just to say she hates me for walking away.” you said quietly, but minjeong didn’t respond. you walked toward first period with the girl you couldn’t stop chasing ignoring you like it was her job.

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first period was the same as yesterday. 

you wanted her to look at you so bad it hurt. you wanted her to lean over and whisper some sarcastic comment under her breath. you wanted her to bump your shoulder again and let it linger. you wanted anything. but she gave you nothing.

and when the bell finally rang, she stood up smooth and fast, like she was escaping a crime scene or something. she walked out without a single glance back. and you sat there wondering how the hell you were supposed to keep surviving this.

you didn’t even wait for the bell to stop echoing. the second the door opened, you were on your feet, grabbing your bag and slipping into the hallway like you could outrun the ache sitting in your chest.

but of course minjeong was already waiting outside, leaning against the wall with her arms crossed and that quiet concern all over her face.

you didn’t even say anything. just walked straight into her side and sighed so hard it felt like your lungs gave up. she straightened a little. “that bad?”

you blinked at the ceiling. “she didn’t even blink.” minjeong nodded slowly then nudged your elbow. “wanna walk?”

you did. so you walked, blending into the current of students flowing through the hallway. you were pretending your stomach wasn’t doing somersaults every time someone passed by who even vaguely looked like her. it was stupid. but everything felt kind of stupid now.

you cleared your throat. “i’m even starting to miss ning and aeri.” minjeong laughed. “you hated ning. she scared the hell out of you.”

“she still does. but at least she talked to me.” you said. minjeong raised her eyebrows like she was trying not to laugh again. “talked to you or tormented you?”

you cracked a weak smile. “same difference.” there was a moment of silence for a while before you spoke again. “i don’t know. i just… i miss them. like, their weird dynamic. the whole table. it was dramatic and terrifying, but it felt like something. and now it’s just gone.”

“because karina made herself the center of it. and she’s decided to disappear, so that means everyone around her does too.” minjeong said. you didn’t respond. you couldn’t. because she was right.

karina wasn’t just ignoring you. she was deleting herself. from your days, your space, and your routine. like she was trying to leave a karina shaped hole behind just to see how long it would take you to collapse into it. and it was working.

the warning bell rang and you both slowed in front of your lockers. minjeong opened hers and looked over at you. “do you wanna skip lunch? just us. outside. behind the gym or something.” you looked down the hallway.

somewhere, karina was laughing at something ning said. walking too close with aeri. replacing you like it was nothing. and still, some part of you wanted to chase her down the hall and just ask her why.

“no. i think i wanna be here she can see me.” you said. minjeong looked at you for a second. “you sure?”

“no.” you admitted. but part of you still had hope. 

but now, walking into the cafeteria beside her, that hope felt heavier. especially when you caught sight of them. her table. karina was already there, leaning back in her seat like she owned the air. one arm was hanging lazily across the backrest, fingers tapping against the table in some rhythm. ning was mid story like always. karina didn’t look at you. but ning did.

her eyes flicked over your outfit, brows rising with an amused kinda interest. she leaned toward karina to say something, and you saw karina’s fingers still for half a second. her jaw twitched. but she didn’t turn. she didn’t look. you hated that it still got to you.

“she saw you.” minjeong said under her breath, walking just a step behind you now. “she didn’t.”

“she did. i know her. she noticed you the second you walked in.” minjeong insisted. you kept your eyes on the empty table near the windows. “then why won’t she look?”

“because looking at you would mean admitting you still have that effect.” you didn’t respond. just sank into the seat and tried not to look back. tried not to give in to that aching part of you that wanted to know if karina was still leaning back or if she had shifted forward. if her arms were still folded or if she crossed her legs like she always did when something made her tense.

you picked at the edge of your tray, your food untouched. minjeong watched you for a long moment before sighing. “y/n.”

“what?”

“you look hot. like hot hot.” you stared. “okay?”

“and you’re sitting here acting like the world ended.” you cracked a small smile. “it kind of did.”

minjeong didn’t answer. but a moment later, her foot tapped yours under the table.

“she’s gonna break. i don’t know when, but she will.” she said. you nodded like you believed her but your eyes drifted back towards karina anyway. just for a second. that was enough. because she still wasn’t looking. and you still couldn’t stop hoping she would.

lunch went on without her. without them. without ning’s loud laugh echoing off the walls or aeri’s sarcastic commentary. without karina’s voice saying your name like it was always supposed to be hers. you hated that you noticed the difference. that the silence at your table felt too huge in contrast. you hated that you were still hoping she would look over.

you saw karina shift in your peripheral. she was standing now. her tray was picked up and ning was still talking while aeri followed behind. karina walked slowly as if she had all the time in the world. as if you weren’t holding your breath without meaning to.

she passed by your table. and for a second — a millisecond — her shoulder barely angled toward you. you could’ve sworn that she hesitated. that her fingers clenched around the tray just slightly. but she didn’t stop. didn’t look. minjeong kicked you lightly under the table. “you okay?”

“i’m fine.” you whispered. you weren’t.

you waited five more minutes after they left before standing up, pretending to throw your trash away. minjeong followed and you both drifted towards the side hallway that led to the vending machines. and that’s where it happened. you turned the corner too fast. so did she. 

karina. it was just you and her. 

she froze a step too late, nearly walking straight into you. her tray was gone now. she had a bottle of water in her hand and a blank expression on her face, but her eyes finally landed on yours for the first time in days and everything stopped.

you felt your heart slam hard against your chest, like it forgot how to beat without her. like you weren’t just pretending to be okay minutes ago.

she didn’t say anything. but you didn’t either. you could hear minjeong’s footsteps slow behind you, like she was giving you space but not too much.

karina looked at you. not past you. not around you. at you. and you, pathetic, hopeful, and still down bad, looked right back. it was silent between you two. you opened your mouth, not even knowing what to say but just knowing that you needed to say something.

but she was already moving again. her shoulder passed yours like nothing happened and her perfume hit a moment later.

you didn’t turn around. minjeong caught up, her voice low. “y/n…” you just shook your head, barely breathing. “i’m fine.” you weren’t.

you stood there for a few seconds longer, staring down the hallway. “i literally can’t take another day of this.”

the final bell rang like an afterthought. you didn’t move at first. you just sat there, staring at the front of the classroom as people scraped chairs and zipped backpacks and sprinted into the hallway with that end of day energy. it all felt far away, like you were watching a movie of your own life, stuck in the scene where nothing really happens. minjeong gave your arm a light nudge. “you good?”

you nodded, too quickly. “yeah. yeah, i’m fine.” you stood up, legs a little too heavy, spending the entire day dragging around a version of yourself. one that still thought karina might look your way. one that still thought maybe you would brush hands in the hallway. or maybe that she would stop pretending. she didn’t.

not during first period, not in the hallway, and not at lunch — especially not at lunch when you almost walked straight into her and she barely blinked. and still, your heart jumped at the memory.

you hated how badly you wanted her attention. how you still checked the hallways for her. how you still remembered exactly how she looked leaning against your locker two weeks ago like she owned the air you breathed. now she didn’t even want to share it with you.

the walk through the hall felt slower than usual. you followed minjeong silently, walking on your usual route home until you both ended up outside on the bleachers behind the school. it was quiet out there.

you dropped your bag and sat down while minjeong sat beside you, breaking the silence first. “she’s trying so hard not to break. but she’s close. i’ve seen her like this before.” you hugged your knees to your chest. “why is she even doing this? i’m the one who should be mad.”

“she’s scared.” minjeong shrugged. “scared that she let you in and showed you too much.” you went quiet. then you let out a quiet, bitter laugh.

“you warned me.”

“i did. but i also get it in a way.” she said gently. suddenly, you felt stupid for expecting it to be easier for you.

“you think she ever really meant it?” you asked. “all of it? the way she held my hand and the late night texts. the stuff she said on the rooftop…” minjeong was quiet again. then she nodded. “i think she meant every word. i also think she’s terrified of meaning anything. so when it gets too real, she either pulls you in harder or pushes you away.” she added.

you swallowed the lump in your throat. “feels like she chose the second one.”

minjeong nudged her shoulder against yours. “she always chooses both. just never at the same time.” you didn’t respond. because even if that was true, it still wasn’t enough. you were still waiting for her to prove it.

you were so tired. not just sleepy tired. not just i stayed up too late tired either. you felt like your body was dragging itself through the morning on autopilot while your mind somewhere far behind. you barely remembered what you picked to wear. just that it was comfortable. not cute. not for her.

you made it through your front door and into the school building without looking around. no scanning the halls. no pausing at the entrance to see who was by the lockers. you didn’t want to see her today. well maybe you did, but not like this. not with your heart willingly cracked open and your face obviously drained.

minjeong found you by your locker. she didn’t say anything at first. just leaned beside you. “did you sleep?” she asked eventually, quiet enough that only you could hear. you shook your head in response. “kinda. not really.” minjeong studied your face. “you look like you’ve been thinking too hard.”

“i’ve been trying not to think about her.” you muttered. “i’m not even mad anymore. i just miss her. and that feels worse than being ignored.” you added.

minjeong leaned her head back against the locker, staring at the ceiling tiles. “missing someone who’s still around is the worst kind of heartbreak.”

the hall was slowly filling up. you didn’t look for karina. you told yourself not to, repeated it like a mantra. but your eyes still drifted down the hallway anyway. she wasn’t there. and that was somehow worse.

you sighed. “i feel like i’m dying a little.”

“don’t say that.” she nudged your side. “come on. we have first period.”

you stood up straighter, grabbing your stuff. the ache in your chest didn’t shrink, but it felt a little less harsh with minjeong beside you. you didn’t know how today would go. if karina would look at you or not. but for now, you followed minjeong down the hallway. and you didn’t look back, even though you wanted to.

first period felt like a joke the universe was playing on you. you walked into class a little later than usual and you didn’t even realize how much hope you still had until it immediately deflated the second you saw her already in her seat.

same posture. same blank face. same casual lean in her chair like nothing was different. she didn’t look up. you moved to your seat beside her, careful not to bump anything or make a sound, like she was a deer and you didn’t want to scare her. not that she was scared of you. she just didn’t seem to care anymore.

you sat down. your bag hit the floor and your elbow barely brushed the edge of her desk as you settled in, and there was nothing. she just stared ahead while waiting for the teacher, perfectly unaffected.

“alright. pair up. group work today.” your teacher said, clapping his hands once like it would inject energy into a room full of barely awake teenagers.

you didn’t even process the assignment. didn’t really care what the topic was. all your brain registered was pair up and the panic that immediately followed. because she was right next to you. because of course you’ll be paired with her. that’s how the seats worked. you’ve been next to each other for weeks. you’ve been sharing pens, stealing glances, breathing in sync. you kissed her. you slept in her bed. and now you couldn’t even ask her what page you were supposed to be on.

you glanced over. she was already turning towards you like she had been prepared for this. her expression was unreadable. it was blank, smooth, and calm. the kind of mask she wore when she didn’t want you to know what she was thinking. you hated how much you still found it pretty.

you sat up straighter, trying to match her energy. “page sixty four.” she said flatly, not looking at you as she flipped open the book. her voice hit you harder than you expected. you haven’t heard it in days. at least not directed at you, and not this close.

you tried not to react. “okay.” you said, as flat. just as empty. she slid her copy between the two of you without asking. your eyes flicked to her hand, resting on the edge of the page. her nails were painted the same shade they were the last time she touched your face.

the assignment was something about literary analysis, metaphors or whatever, but you couldn’t concentrate. you were still waiting for her to break. to say something. but she stayed quiet, jotting notes neatly in the margin of her textbook. you stared at the same sentence for a full minute.

“i can handle the first half.” she said without looking at you. you nodded slowly, even though she wasn’t looking to see it. “i’ll finish the second.”

it was silent again. the clock ticked too loud. your heart ticked louder. you leaned your cheek against your hand, slouching a little. it wasn’t fully because you were tired. you just didn’t want her to see the look on your face. you didn’t want her to see how much you missed her. 

you peeked at her one more time. and for the smallest second, she was already looking. your eyes locked. it wasn’t long. half a second, maybe. but it was enough.

enough to make your pulse trip. enough to see the tiniest crack in her expression before she looked away, jaw tightening. you stared at for her a moment longer, wishing she would do it again. wishing she would speak. but she didn’t. just kept writing like it meant nothing. like you were nothing.

so you turned back to your own notes.

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you didn’t even wait for the bell to finish ringing. the second class ended, you slammed your laptop shut and shoved it into your bag before grabbing it. minjeong was already waiting in the hallway, leaning against the wall with that soft  look of concern she wore just for you now. you barely reached her before it all started spilling out.

“she literally looked me in the eyes for and a second. half a second, minjeong. and then nothing. just—cold air. like i’m delusional. like i imagined it.” minjeong started walking beside you, already nodding. “i figured. you looked like you were about to die.”

“i was about to die.” you huffed, crossing your arms. “she spoke to me once. one singular time. just to say the page number like we’re coworkers or something. she doesn’t even call me by my name anymore.”

minjeong side eyed you. “you want her to call you what? baby?”

you shoved her arm lightly but it didn’t wipe the frustrated look from your face. “i want her to stop acting like we weren’t all over eachother two weeks ago. like i didn’t— like we didn’t— god.”

“i’m going insane. i would literally take crumbs. a nod. anything.” you tugged on your sleeve. she didn’t say anything, but you knew what she wanted to say. you couldn’t survive on crumbs. but you still looked for them. you still watched the cafeteria doors just in case karina walked through first. you still wanted to be noticed.

you nodded along to whatever minjeong was saying now, but your eyes kept flicking to the door like they had a mind of their own. it was automatic and you hated that you were still hoping she would look for you too. then the doors swung open like some movie cue.

karina stepped through, light from outside catching on her hair, making it glow. ning and aeri trailed behind her laughing about something you couldn’t hear. karina didn’t laugh, but her lip twitched enough to tell you she was in it. existing fully in a world that did not include you. minjeong slowed down like she was bracing for it before it happened.

karina looked up and saw you. just for a second. a single second. her eyes flicked up and locked onto yours.

your breath caught. it was nothing but everything. she didn’t look surprised. she didn’t look angry. she didn’t look away. but she didn’t smile either. she just blinked and then turned. ning glanced at you mid laugh then quickly looked away.

“she saw me.” you said quietly, voice barely audible over the cafeteria noise. “i know.” minjeong replied just as quiet. you blinked hard and sat down before your legs gave out. you had no appetite and no energy to fake it. your heartbeat felt like it lived in your throat. you swallowed once. then again. “i thought maybe today…” you started and then shook your head. “doesn’t matter.” but you kept looking and karina never turned back.

first period felt louder than usual. the classroom was rowdy and your teacher was over it before 8:10. he vaguely waved a hand and told you all to “be productive.”

she didn’t look up when you sat beside her. just kept typing something on her laptop, hair tucked behind one ear and the sleeves of her sweatshirt pushed up to her elbows. her expression didn’t change. not even when your knees knocked gently under the desk.

“hey.” you offered quietly. “morning.” she replied without looking. it was already more than you got the day before. pathetic how you counted that as progress. she was still karina, though. you watched her scroll through a shared doc and for a second, your brain was like, this is the same girl who kissed you with her hand around your neck three weeks ago.

around the room, your classmates were already giving up on focus. someone was blasting tiktoks at full volume. someone else was recording them. karina finally spoke. “we should move.” you turned. “what?”

“it’s loud in here. let’s go the library.” she said simply, still not looking at you. you nodded. maybe a little too fast. “okay.”

she shut her laptop and slid it into her bag and you followed her out of the room without saying a word. the walk down the hallway was quiet. tension crackled between you like static, unspoken and unbearable. karina moved ahead of you and for a second you wondered if she was doing it on purpose. staying far enough that your shoulder couldn’t brush hers. you hated how much you wanted it to brush hers.

the library was half empty and you picked a table in the back, out of sight, tucked behind a bookshelf. she sat across from you and pulled out her laptop again like this was any other day. like she wasn’t breaking your heart in silence.

you opened your laptop and stared at it. karina didn’t say anything for a while. eventually, you broke. “i can’t focus when you’re like this.” her fingers paused on the keyboard then resumed. “like what?”

you looked at her. her face was unreadable, perfectly neutral, but her jaw was tight. “like nothing happened.”

karina didn’t meet your eyes. “we have a project.”

“karina.” that was when she sighed, finally glancing at you. her voice was soft but cool. “what do you want me to do?”

“i don’t know. look at me like you used to?” you whispered. her lips parted for half a second and then they closed. she leaned back slightly, watching you now. “i’m trying not to.” she admitted.

“why?”

“because if i start, i won’t stop.” the air stilled. her voice was too calm. like she was keeping herself from revealing everything she’s been hiding for the past five days. you stared at her, voice barely audible. “is that a threat or a promise?”

karina exhaled sharply. it was almost a scoff. but it wasn’t mean, it was just tired. “don’t tempt me right now.” and for a second, it was like the old current ran between you. electric, familiar, and addicting. you looked away first. she leaned forward, fingers tapping back at the trackpad like nothing had happened. “we need to finish the outline.”

you nodded, swallowing down everything else you wanted to say. but beneath the table, your feet brushed. and this time, she didn’t pull away.

this wasn’t fair. because she shouldn’t have been able to sit across from you like this, calm and composed, while your insides were on fire. she shouldn’t have been able to pretend like none of this was a big deal, like she didn’t know exactly how to get under your skin with one look. “i hate this.” you blurted again before you could stop yourself. karina tilted her head. “hate what?”

“you. this. the whole ‘barely speaking, but sitting two feet apart’ thing. i—” you stopped yourself, rubbing your temple like it might smooth over the emotional blowout. “it’s driving me insane.” her expression didn’t change right away, but something in her posture softened just slightly. her hand stopped hovering over the keyboard. “you think it’s easy for me?” she said quietly and you looked at her, annoyed now. “you’re the one acting like none of it mattered.”

“it mattered. that’s the problem.” she said, voice steady but low. she closed her laptop slowly, folding her arms on the table. “forget me and move on.“

“i don’t want to move on.” you whispered. she finally held your gaze and that was the end of it for you. you pushed your notebook aside and stood up before your thoughts could catch up. she looked up at you, confused for half a second until you came around the table and sat next to her. closer than you needed to. closer than you should’ve. her breath hitched. just a little.

“i know i shouldn’t.” you said almost to yourself. karina didn’t move. “then don’t.”

“i miss you.” you said and she closed her eyes for a moment, jaw tight. then she opened them slowly, eyes scanning your face like she was trying to memorize it. “you’re really not making this easy.”

“you were never easy.” you said and when she let out the softest laugh, you felt yourself fall all over again. you didn’t kiss her. but you wanted to. your knee pressed into hers beneath the table. and now, neither of you pulled away.

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you didn’t say much as the final bell rang. just packed up your things and let the weight of everything settle over your shoulders. outside of the classroom, minjeong was already waiting, leaning against the wall like she had been there for a while. she raised an eyebrow when she saw your face. you both stepped out into the afternoon sun, squinting a little. the light was too golden and too soft for how tired you felt.

the air was warm in that almost summer way, cicadas were humming in the distance, and minjeong nudged your elbow lightly. “you look like you just got hit by a truck.” she said, falling into step beside you. you scoffed under your breath. “it was more of an emotional car crash, actually.”

she laughed. “let me guess. she said one thing and now you’re freaking out.”

“she cares. she told me not to move on.” you said and minjeong made a face. “that’s so karina coded. saying just enough to keep you around, but not enough to actually say anything.” you knew she was right, but still. you couldn’t stop replaying the look in karina’s eyes when she said it. it wasn’t manipulative. it was like she really meant it.

you didn’t realize you were smiling like an idiot until minjeong groaned beside you. “oh my god. you’re literally happy about crumbs. like— dust. emotional lint. she gave you a vague ass sentence and you’re glowing.”

“i’m not glowing.”

“you’re glowing pathetically.” you elbowed her. “shut up.” but the truth was that you were glowing. just a little. it was embarrassing how much you missed her. how her silence felt like a punishment and a safety net at the same time. how the smallest bit of softness from her made you feel like maybe you weren’t crazy after all. you were halfway across the parking lot when you heard someone call your name.

“y/n!” you turned, blinking into the sunlight. it was sunghoon. he was standing off to the side near the bike racks, leaning casually against the metal frame like this was a totally casual encounter. he was obviously waiting. “hey.” you said in an uncertain tone, slowing your pace.

minjeong instinctively stayed close, watching him with an unreadable expression. he pushed off the bike rack, shoving his hands into his pockets. “i was hoping i would see you today.”

“oh?”

he shrugged. “yeah. i, uh… i’ve been meaning to talk to you.” you raised an eyebrow and minjeong shifted slightly beside you, silent but very much tuned in. “i just— look, this might be a little random… but i always thought you were cute. since, like… the first week.” he said, suddenly less smooth than usual. that made you pause. “what?”

“i mean, i didn’t say anything because karina was… you know. karina. she was clealy on you. i figured i didn’t stand a chance.” he smiled, but there was a flicker of hesitation in it. your pulse jumped. not because of him, but because you could feel eyes on you. you didn’t even have to look to know who it was. you felt the shift in gravity.

karina. you glanced over your shoulder, and there she was. across the lot, standing by her car with her keys dangling in her hand. aeri was saying something to her, probably teasing or talking about weekend plans, but karina wasn’t listening. she was locked onto you. not just looking — watching. like a lion behind glass. composed but far from calm.

sunghoon kept talking, oblivious. “anyway. i just figured… i don’t know, maybe things were different now. with you and her. are they?” he asked it so casually. but it echoed like a gunshot in your head. are they?

you didn’t answer right away. you could say no. you could say yes. you could pretend like this didn’t mean anything at all. but karina was still staring and your heart was beating in your throat. it made something inside you want to do something stupid inside you wanted to make her feel it. so you tilted your head before smiling. just barely.

“maybe.” you said softly. minjeong shifted beside you. sunghoon smiled like he just scored. but your eyes never left karina and hers never left you.

the hallway buzzed with post lunch noise. you were walking between sunghoon and minjeong and you could feel karina watching. you didn’t even have to look to know she was. sunghoon was saying something stupid about the vending machines always stealing his change and minjeong hummed beside you, arms crossed and suspiciously quiet. you tried to laugh along, nodding at the right times but your eyes kept flickering across the hallway.

she was leaning against the lockers, arms crossed and black sleeves pushed to her elbows. one ankle was crossed over the other. her eyes were unreadable from this distance, but you didn’t need to see them to feel the burn of her gaze.

so when she pushed off the wall and started walking — towards you — you genuinely thought she might just pass you by again. but instead, she stopped right in front of you. sunghoon faltered beside you, brows rising slightly. minjeong stiffened. “y/n.” karina said, like it wasn’t the first time she said your name a thousand different ways in her head.

“yeah?”

her voice was calm. a little too calm. “you wanna go to the library?” youstared at her for a second too long.

“right now?”

“yeah.” she paused. “for the project.” you glanced over at minjeong who just blinked once. it was one that said don’t look at me. sunghoon shifted beside you, awkward now.

“…sure.” you said. too quickly. karina nodded once. no thanks, no smile. just turned and started walking like she already knew you’d follow. and of course you did. you trailed behind her as the hallways noise faded behind you, the distance between you and the other two widening with each step. you didn’t say anything. you couldn’t. your heart was loud in your ears and karina’s silence felt heavier than anything you’ve ever carried.

she didn’t lead you toward the library.

you noticed the detour around the back staircase instantly, but you still followed. the moment you saw the door to the rooftop ahead, something in you twisted. “karina.” you said softly.

she didn’t look at you. she just opened the door and slipped through like this wasn’t completely, obviously not the library. you hesitated then stepped through.

the door clicked shut behind you, city buzzing quietly below. the rooftop was empty and the sky was a wash of soft blue and silver clouds. karina stood by the railing, facing away. her hands were gripping the edge. you didn’t speak. for a long minute, neither of you did.

you swallowed hard. “why are we here?” you asked finally. your voice sounded too small and you almost frowned when she didn’t turn. “because i couldn’t do it anymore.”

“…do what?” your fingers tightened on the railing. “pretend i don’t care.” she said, but her voice was shaky around the edges. the silence that followed was sharp and you couldn’t help but step closer. “then why did you?”

she was still facing away from you. “because i care too much.”

“i don’t know what you do to me, y/n, but you’re the only person who makes me feel like i don’t have control. everything is just a reflex with you and i— i don’t trust what i’ll do next.” you could see her posture shifting slightly, crossing her arms. your teeth found the inside of your jaw and pulled. 

“and seeing you with sunghoon? god, i really wanted to text his coach. i don’t know if he thought i was joking when i warned him the first time.” your eyes widened slightly. that’s what that one day was about. you tugged on your bottom lip.

“but i knew you wouldn’t have liked it and i didn’t wanna mess this up even more. not when i’m aching to hear your laugh again. and not just now, even when i’m trying not to. even when i’m lying in bed, forcing myself not to text you. even when i know i don’t deserve it.” she admitted and your throat burned.

you wanted to search her face — for guilt, for games, for anything that would make this feel safer. “i’ve never felt like this. i’ve never wanted someone like this. it’s terrifying. i think about you more than i think about anything else.” she said.

you exhaled shakily. “that’s not normal.”

“i know. but it’s you.” she said and your hands curled into fists at your sides. “why now?”

“because if i don’t say it now, i might see you with him again. i might lose someone who makes me feel something again. and i can’t.”

you looked down, overwhelmed. “karina…”

“i know i don’t deserve to ask you for anything. but i’m still going to.” she said, stepping closer. you looked up and her eyes met yours like it hurt her.

“come back. let me try again. let me do it right this time.” she whispered. she looked at you then and you didn’t think anyone has ever looked at you like that. like she was seeing something she’s been searching for in other people for years but never quite found until you. you wanted to believe her so bad. so bad that it hurt.

so you did, and she waited. not for a dramatic moment. not for control. just for you. and when you didn’t step back, didn’t say no, didn’t leave shut the door behind you and walk away, she smiled. slow and sure. 

“i win.” she whispered. your heart stopped. 

“what?”

“whatever game you think we’re playing.”

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