#UNCANCEL CRUEL INTENTIONS YOU COWARDS

[blank-potato]

let's play a love game

Pairing: Lucien Belmont x Reader x Caroline Merteuil

Summary: 

“On my bed? With my best friend? You truly have no class, Lucien,” she says mockingly, arms crossed as she leans against the doorway, thoroughly unimpressed. Hearing Caroline’s voice sends shivers down your spine, and you sit up immediately, guilt and embarrassment crashing over you in waves. Of all the bad things for her to walk in on, you tangled up with her stepbrother had to be top of the list. Lucien, of course, is entirely unbothered. He smirks, stretching lazily. “Just living up to my reputation.” Or You’re Caroline’s best friend, and when you catch Lucien’s eye, they're forced to share you.

Tags/Warnings: 18+ Explicit Content, oral sex, p in v sex, pining, teasing, reader being a simp for Lucien and Caroline, best friend's stepbrother

WC: 4.8k

A/N: Title from Love Game by Lady Gaga, but ngl I can only think of that Gossip Girl scene with Hilary Duff when I hear it. Also, Cruel Intentions has been cancelled, so I’m in an absolute state. I hate Amazon Prime for doing this to me. Expect copious amounts of fanfics and gif packs from me as a coping mechanism. Enjoy!

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You were used to running around like a headless chicken, trying to meet Caroline’s every need—picking up coffee, running errands, scheduling appointments. What were sorority sisters for, if not to serve as personal assistants to their queen bee?

Not to mention the hopeless crush you had on her. You tried to bury it and hide it, but Caroline knew, and being who she was, she used it to her advantage.

If you were busy, distracted, or even resisting for a moment, all it would take was a look, and you would be at her beck and call. She found it endlessly amusing how eager you were to please her. Like a loyal pet waiting for scraps of attention or a little sycophant, worshipping at her altar. And even though you knew whatever you guys had going on was beyond toxic, but didn’t care, it felt too good to be hers.

On this particular afternoon, you hesitated before entering her room. “Caroline, I have your notes organized and your appointment set up for you, and before you bite my head off, I took the liberty of rescheduling your mani-pedi since I know you were busy.”

A hand reaches out and takes your tablet from you, peeling your eyes away from it.

“I’m not Caroline and I don’t bite… unless you want me to.”

“Lucien… hi.”

That pathetic ‘hi’ of yours was indicative of how Lucien made you feel. You turned into a pile of mush every time he was near. And he always seemed to be around at the worst times, like the time he walked in on you in just your underwear that had cartoon ducks on it or when you saw him getting out of the pool, water dripping down his toned chest, and nearly tripped over your own feet.

“What errands does my sister have you running?”

“Nothing! I mean… nothing important, really…” You say, trailing off. It really wasn’t anything significant, and you doubt he’d care if you told him. So instead, you find your eyes drifting downward, focusing on the floor rather than meeting his gaze.

“If it’s nothing important, mind helping me out since she’s busy?”

Your head springs back up in an instant, and you look at him curiously. Everything in your body was screaming at you to say no, begging for you to walk out that door and not listen to whatever he had to say. But you had no chance, his beautiful smile had already disarmed you. You were like a lovesick puppy.

He smirks, ever the picture of confidence, and turns around for you playfully, arms outstretched. “How do I look? I have a date in an hour,” he says, his tone light, but there’s a glint in his eye, like he’s testing you.

You’re surprised he has a date, hookups are more his style but you know that whatever Lucien and Caroline have planned with Annie Grover must tie into this. 

You raise a brow. “You came to Caroline for fashion advice?” You scoff, arms crossed.

“Not at all,” he replies smoothly, stepping closer. “We have our own business to attend to… but you can help me out with that too, actually.”

You narrow your eyes. “And what business is that?”

Lucien tilts his head, watching you closely, as if measuring how much to reveal. His smirk lingers, but his voice dips lower. “Do you really want to know?”

There’s something almost teasing in his tone, but also a challenge. A part of you knows you shouldn’t indulge him, but that part of you is taking a nap. 

“Yes,” you reply without thinking, and he smirks at your brazen honesty. He leans in, causing you to sit on the bed as he approaches you like a wolf approaches a deer.

“You sure?” he asks, his voice softer now. You nod mindlessly, too lost in his eyes and the warmth radiating between you to think logically.

He pushes your hair aside and places a lingering kiss on your neck, his breath warm against your skin. A shiver runs down your spine as his fingers trace a slow, deliberate path along your arm.

Taking his waist in your hands, you feel your heart jump again. He chuckles, a low, pleased sound, before gently easing you back onto the bed, his gaze locked on yours as if memorizing every detail.

As he climbs on top of you, your breath catches, your pulse pounding so hard it feels like your heart is about to leap out of your chest and start tap dancing. His lips hover just above yours, close enough that you can feel the warmth of his breath, the teasing promise of something you’ve been waiting for. 

You want him to do it—no, need him to.

But as you wait, eyes squeezed shut, anticipation curling tight in your stomach… the kiss never comes.

Instead, the door to Caroline’s room swings open with a sharp creak, and just like that, the moment shatters.

“On my bed? With my best friend? You truly have no class, Lucien,” she says mockingly, arms crossed as she leans against the doorway, thoroughly unimpressed.

Hearing Caroline’s voice sends shivers down your spine, and you sit up immediately, guilt and embarrassment crashing over you in waves. Of all the bad things for her to walk in on, you tangled up with her stepbrother had to be top of the list.

Lucien, of course, is entirely unbothered. He smirks, stretching lazily. “Just living up to my reputation.”

Before you can say anything, he ruffles your hair, the gesture borderline condescending. It should annoy you. It does annoy you. But you also can’t help but find it just a little bit endearing.

After he leaves, you want to sink into her bed and maybe let the mattress swallow you whole.

“Anything you want to tell me?” Caroline asks, smirking as she shuts the door behind her.

“N-no.”

She raises an eyebrow, waiting.

You groan, burying your face in your hands. “Fine! He got to me, but it’s not my fault. He was in my space, and I couldn’t resist, and he was so…” intense, distracting, intoxicating — but you bite your tongue before you say too much.

“I’m not mad.”

You peek up at her, sceptical. “You’re… not?”

Caroline shrugs. “I mean, I should be. But mostly? I just think it’s hilarious.”

She sighs as she moves closer to you, her knee knocking against yours, her sharp eyes studying you in that way that always makes you feel exposed.

“But I should warn you,” she says, voice softer now, “if you let guys like Lucien get under your skin and push your buttons, then people will just walk all over you. I don’t want to see that happen to you.”

Caroline caresses your cheek, her touch surprisingly gentle, almost affectionate. You catch yourself thinking that it’s exactly what she does to you, but you don’t dare open your mouth to tell him that. 

“I’m just trying to protect you, you know that, right?” She says as she swipes the bottom of your lip with her thumb, and just like that, all is forgotten. It’s like every time she talks to you, she puts a spell on you that makes you unable to resist her.

“I know, Caroline.”

“Then do better.”

She stops touching you and you almost put at the loss of her touch, then stands up, looking past you and instead at herself in the mirror. 

“Now, getting back to more important matters, did you reschedule my mani-pedi appointment?”

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“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re avoiding me.”

You were avoiding Lucien, but for some reason, he seemed to be everywhere like more than usual, and it was driving you nuts. You were getting all paranoid, flinching at every brunette with a curly mullet. In all your years of crushing on Lucien, you had never gotten so close to actually kissing him, but now that the moment was here, it felt like a death sentence. Every part of you wanted to give in, but you couldn’t disappoint Caroline.

"Lucien..." you start, but your voice falters against your will as he walks in step with you.

"What? Did sister dearest ban you from seeing me?" He smirks, his tone light, but you can hear the underlying challenge in his voice.

“No. What happened—what almost happened was a mistake.” You try to backpedal, your voice full of nervous energy. 

“I–I know what guys like you are like.” The words feel heavy on your tongue, like a defence mechanism you didn’t know you needed until now.

“Guys like me?” Lucien smirks, leaning in slightly, the corner of his mouth curling up with a mix of amusement and challenge.

“Yeah, you’re... confident and charismatic and you’ll just use me.” The words come out before you can stop them as you continue building your defence. 

Lucien’s expression turns more amused, his gaze sharpening. “...I think you like to be used.”

“Excuse me?” You’re in shock. How could he think that of you? Anger bubbles up, but you’re not sure if it’s directed at him or yourself for letting this conversation go this far.

“You’re Caroline’s punching bag, day in and day out. You like to be used, to be given purpose... But at least you’d have fun if you let me do it.” His words hang in the air like a challenge, an invitation laced with something darker. Something that both terrifies and intrigues you.

“That’s not…” You protest, your voice faltering, but there’s a flicker of doubt in your mind.

“And believe me…” Lucien steps even closer, his breath warm on your skin. “You’ve never known a guy like me.”

You swallow hard, your heart pounding. His gaze locks onto yours, holding you captive, a devilish glint in his eyes. Words form and die before they leave your lips. You had always found it hard to speak in front of him, but this was something else. He ruffles your hair like he did the last time you spoke and says a teasing “See you later,” and you have a feeling you will. 

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You had tried to focus, tried to push it all to the back of your mind. But you couldn’t stop thinking about Lucien. Sure, you had thought about him but something about having been so close to him has sent your mind into a frenzy. But this? This was on another level. Your thoughts bounced between Lucien and Caroline, leaving no room for anything else.

Caroline was organizing an event for the sorority or rather, you were organizing it under her guidance. It was a gala night, something high-profile and glamorous, because of course it was. Every detail had to be perfect, every guest carefully selected, and every outfit exuding effortless wealth and charm.

You stepped out in your outfit, adjusting the fabric before turning slightly, checking your reflection in the mirror. The dress was sleek, elegant, and just the right amount of skin and hugged your figure perfectly. The weight of expectation settled on your shoulders, but you pushed it aside.

From across the room, Caroline’s voice cut through the air. “Finally, you look the part,” she said, eyes sweeping over you with a calculating glint. 

“Now, help me zip this up,” Caroline commands, eyes fixed on her reflection in the mirror.

You move behind her without a word, fingers finding the zipper with ease. As you pull it up, your fingertips accidentally graze the dip of her spine, lingering just a second too long in the small of her back. 

She was perfect.

“You know, I don’t blame you for having a crush on him.”

“Huh?” Your breath catches, eyes widening slightly.

Caroline barely spares you a glance, adjusting an earring as she speaks. “You’re inexperienced and… well, let’s just say it’s natural to be drawn to someone like him. In time, you’ll come to realize that none of it really matters. That, and…” She finally turns, her gaze settling on you, unreadable but knowing. “You don’t have to settle for what Lucien can give you. You could have anything you want.”

You gulp, shifting on your feet under the weight of her words. “I don’t–”

“You just have to be willing to take it.”

The words hang in the air, sinking into your mind long after she’s said them. What could she possibly–?

She clears her throat, snapping you out of your daze. You blink, quickly reaching for the zipper again and pulling it up.

“How do I look?”

You swallow hard, forcing a steady voice. “Perfect.”

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Descending the staircase, her adoring subjects flocked to her, eager to gain her favour. She was Caroline Mertueil, after all, and her presence commanded attention like a magnet pulling the room in. Every eye was on her, and every word she spoke was a small victory. The party was in full swing, laughter, clinking glasses, and music filling the air with an air of decadent indulgence.

You walk in moments after her, and immediately, you feel their eyes on you. They were two opposing forces, both equally intense and impossible to ignore. Lucien is somewhere in the crowd, half listening to a conversation, when he raises his glass toward you. The glint in his eyes is enough to send a small flutter through your chest. You’re glad to have caught his attention, but just as you smile, you look to find Caroline staring at you too. Her expression is unreadable, the way it always is, complete calm, but she’s studying you, assessing your every move.

She was annoyingly good at that. Always leaving you guessing what she was thinking, how she was going to react. Was she going to dismiss you entirely, brush you off like you were nothing, or would she praise you like some rare gem that deserved her approval? The uncertainty hangs in the air, thick with anticipation.

You go outside, the cool night air hitting your skin as you stand next to the pool. You smile at the new sorority members, who are nervously running around, taking orders, and making sure everything is just right. The waiters pass by you, holding mouth-watering hors d'oeuvres that you took great care to select. One thing’s for sure, you throw a damn good party.

As you continue to rush around, ensuring that everything runs smoothly and that this Delta Phi event is another huge success, you catch sight of Lucien. He’s standing by the pool, watching you with a lazy smile, clearly having followed you outside.

“Good job,” he says, his voice calm, but there's a hint of something deeper there, something unreadable.

“Lucien,” you reply, your tone a little sharper than you'd meant.

“What?” he smirks, stepping closer to you. “I can’t compliment you?”

You feel the heat of his gaze on you, and for a second, you wonder if you’re reading too much into it. But then again, with Lucien, who could say for sure?

“Listen, I don’t know what game you’re playing with Caroline–”

“This isn’t about Caroline.”

“It’s always about Caroline.”

You’d be lying if you hadn’t considered that this was just another way for Caroline and Lucien to cross the line with one another.

The times when he’d tease you, pushing all your buttons, purposefully doing things in front of you, were more often than not just to get under his stepsister’s skin. His smirk would always deepen when he knew he had her attention, and that only made everything more complicated for you.

“Leave me out of it,” you sigh, trying to brush off the tension rising in you. 

But Lucien doesn’t move away. Instead, he takes a step closer, his eyes narrowing with that same mischievous glint.

“You sure? Because you look like you’re right in the middle of it.”

His gaze never leaves yours, daring you to deny it.

“Not by choice.”

You walk away, head held high… until your heel gets stuck in a crack in the ground, sending you tumbling straight into the pool. Just your luck. You couldn’t just fall gracefully onto the ground—no, you had to make a full spectacle of it.

At least most of the party was inside.

Standing up in the pool, wiping the water from your eyes, you see a hand reaching out to you. It’s Lucien, chest deep in the water, smiling like this is the best thing that’s happened all night.

“Not a word,” You utter as you shiver in the cold water. 

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

With that, he takes your hand and leads you out of the pool, water dripping from both of you. He doesn’t let go, even as you walk through the party, wet footprints trailing behind, music thumping, curious eyes following your every step.

There were stares, whispers, and a few muffled laughs, but Lucien didn’t seem to care. If anything, he looked amused.

You had to admit that it’s slightly less embarrassing when you’re not the only one making a mess of the party. And when you finally reach your room, he leans against the doorframe, smirking.

“Please, shut up. I’m embarrassed enough,” you say as you wring out your hair, water dripping onto the floor.

Lucien chuckles, leaning against the doorframe, watching you with that infuriatingly amused expression.

Your skin was glistening with droplets, and his shirt, completely soaked through, clung to his torso, turning practically see-through.

“You’re not the only one suffering here,” he teases, tugging at the wet fabric. “But hey, at least now I have an excuse to take my shirt off.”

And before you can stop him, he does, and it's not an unfamiliar sight but a welcome one.  He steps into your bedroom fully and closes the door behind him, and you feel like there’s a string pulling the two of you together. You’re at the edge of your bed, sitting and looking up at him, his hands brushing away a stray lock of hair from your face. His touch is gentle, almost reverent, and for a moment, it feels like time stands still. 

“What now?”

“Nothing. We can’t do this.”

“And why not?” He steps closer, fingers grazing your jaw before pushing your wet hair aside, his touch sending a shiver down your spine. His gaze lingers on you, challenging, waiting.

Then, as if on cue, Caroline storms into your room like a bat out of hell.

“I thought I told you not to embarrass me.”

You exhale sharply, turning to face her. “I only embarrassed myself, Caroline.”

“And I see you just can’t help yourself. Lucien, again?” Caroline sneers, arms crossed as mockery drips from her voice. 

“Jealous?” Lucien tilts his head.

Caroline scoffs, rolling her eyes. “Hardly. I just think it’s pathetic how predictable you are.”

You sigh at their bickering, you were sick of it. How hard would it be for all of you to just fuck and get their little tug of war out the way?

“I can’t help it. I hate it, but I want him and I want you too, Caroline...”You admit, the knots in your stomach easing that little bit. 

“Is that so?” Lucien steps closer, his voice dripping with amusement.

Caroline’s gaze flickers between the two of you before she tilts her head, lips curling into a smirk.

“Are you willing to share?” Lucien teases, eyes glinting with mischief as he watches her reaction.

Caroline lets out a sharp laugh, calculated. “Please. As if I’d ever want your leftovers.”

Your jaw clenches, but before you can snap back, Lucien just chuckles, leaning in as if sharing a secret. “Funny. You always did have a habit of wanting what’s mine.

“The ‘leftovers’ are right here, and I feel like a lot would be resolved if we all just…” You trail off, hoping and praying that they’d listen to reason.

Lucien raises a brow, intrigued, while Caroline sits on the bed next to you, lips pursed like she’s already preparing a retort.

You sigh. “Look, I don’t really know what’s going on here, but I do know one thing—you both want each other in some weird, psycho, dysfunctional way. And for whatever reason, you both want me too.”

Lucien smirks. “Go on.”

“So,” you continue, emboldened, “doesn’t it just make sense that the three of us… You know… figure this out together?”

There’s a beat of silence. Then, Lucien grins like the devil himself. Caroline just exhales sharply, but she doesn’t say no.

“Make the first move then.”

You sit up, ignoring the cold cling of your wet dress, and lean in to kiss Caroline.

Her lips are soft, hesitant for only a second before she melts into you. Her hands find your waist, fingers tightening as if anchoring herself. Lucien watches, his breath hitching, before his hand slides along your back, pulling both of you closer.

Lucien leans in to kiss Caroline, but she stops him, “You haven’t gotten me Annie Grover yet, so no prize. Let’s just focus on our toy for now.”

“Such a stickler for the rules.”

The air was thick with tension, each of you caught in your unspoken pull to each other. You’re all facing each other, the heat and tension between you all palpable, like one move would set you all off. The room feels smaller with every passing second, every breath you take shared between the three of you. 

Lucien leans forward first, kissing you with a fierce urgency that catches you off guard. His lips are soft yet insistent, and his hands pull you closer as if he can't get enough. You barely get in a breath before Caroline is pulling you towards her. Her kiss was more possessive and commanding, her lips pressing against yours with a force that left no room for hesitation. It was a kiss that demanded attention, a silent declaration of her claim.

Then all your lips meet in a passionate, dizzying blur. You don’t know where Lucien’s lips end and Caroline’s begin, only that you’re caught in the heat of it, breathless and wanting. You pull back to watch them, their hands tangled in each other’s hair, pulling each other closer. It’s messy but tender, like an argument without words, like a silent plea for something neither of them would ever admit out loud.

You can’t help but smile because for the first time, it feels like everything is finally making sense. They pull away from each other far too quickly for your liking, and a moment of silence hangs in the air. Their breaths are uneven, chests rising and falling as the weight of what just happened settles between them. Neither says a word, but the look in their eyes says everything. They had crossed a boundary they never thought they'd approach, let alone break. It's unspoken, but it's clear that this meant more than they'd ever let on. 

“Not bad,” Lucien comments, breaking the tension.  “So much for getting you, Annie Grover first.”

Caroline smacks his chest, “You still don’t get to fuck me until you do.”

She then turns around, silently commanding him to unzip her dress, and he obliges. She catches you staring, and you take the opportunity to rid yourself of your own dress. 

You sit in front of her, gently cupping her face in your hands. As your lips move against hers and you can’t get enough. Your tongues meet and the rhythm of your kisses falter, turning into sloppy kisses that are more about the feeling than the technique.

You move to the side and start kissing her neck. She moans, and you swear you’ve never heard anything so sweet. You liked seeing Caroline like this; you were so used to her being poised and perfect. You could never have imagined that you’d see her like this. 

Looking to your left, you see Lucien wrap his arms around her, his fingers immediately going to her underwear, rubbing her clit through her panties. Touching and teasing her, leaving a wet spot as she fights back her moans, not wanting to give him the satisfaction.

Caroline slaps his hand away, saying, “Not yet.”

“So harsh,” Lucien smirks, raising an eyebrow.

“You know I don’t do things on anyone’s terms but my own.” Caroline’s voice is teasing but firm. Lucien chuckles, clearly amused, but he backs off, a glint of challenge in his eyes. Before laying back on the bed with that familiar, almost effortless confidence of his, his gaze locking with yours as if he knew exactly how this would unfold. Taking the bait, you climb on top of him, taking initiative.

“So eager. Who knew your best friend was such a little… minx?”

“I won’t dignify that with a response, Lucien,” she says as she lies beside him, tracing lazy patterns on his shoulder.

The two of them side by side, like a pair of hunters, both observing you like they were deciding how best to devour you.

You start kissing your way down his chest, your fingers trailing along his skin, mapping every ridge and dip as he exhales a shaky breath. Pulling off his wet boxers and admiring what he had in them. Your tentative hands stroke his dick slowly and he takes in the sight of you, loving the way you touch him. 

“Good girl.”

You don’t see Caroline roll her eyes, but you know she does, always pissed off at Lucien’s antics. You get off his lap and leaning down, your chest on the bed with your ass in the air. Delighted at your get behind you enthusiasm.

"Isn’t she cute?" Lucien says, tilting your head up towards Caroline.

Caroline hums, running her thumb over your bottom lip. "Adorable," she muses, her gaze dark with something unreadable. "Almost too sweet for her own good."

Pushing your panties aside, the cold air against your pussy making you shiver much to their amusement. Lucien enters you suddenly, his cock stretching you out, the sting causing you to bite your lip. 

You cling to the bed, your fingers digging into the sheets in desperation as he starts to pick up speed. Caroline strokes and caresses you like you’re something delicate, so deliberate and teasing, all the while looking at Lucien with a knowing smirk, as if daring him to watch.

“Impressed? I might let you have a go next.”

“You wish.” 

You hate how they ignore you and continue their casual conversing like they weren’t wreaking havoc on you. You wouldn’t be able to have sex without thinking about them, about how they made you feel. 

You whine and tremble under their touch, your breath hitching as their hands explore you, as the sensation threatens to consume you entirely. 

The coil in your stomach tightens, your breath catching in your throat as you feel the overwhelming mix of emotions. Tears prick at your eyes, not from pain but from the intensity of it all. How much you’ve wanted it and how long you’ve wanted it. 

“I wanna… I wanna eat you out, Caroline.”

“That’s what you want?”

You nod desperately, your head resting against the bed, breath shaky as their eyes drink you in. She opens her legs, and you reach your hands towards her before she pushes them away. 

“No hands.”

You lick at her core, making sure to savour every part of her, but still sad at the fact that you can’t grip onto her thighs. 

Just then, Lucien adjust himself, taking you at an even deeper angle, sending you to a whole level of pleasure, the head of hick cock hitting your sweet spot. It has you melting against Caroline’s pussy sending vibrations up her spine. 

You look up at her, needing to see how you’re making her feel, but her eyes aren’t on you, they’re on Lucien. Staring into him, they share a silent conversation you’re not privy to but can feel in the charged air between them.

Her hands guide your head deeper, and you find yourself wanting to drown in her. You let yourself be moved and used by her, just wanting to please them both. Each touch and thrust of his hips, or every yank of your hair in her hands, acts as a reminder of their claim on you. No matter the case, you were just a pawn in their game with one another. 

You lick and suck at her clit, trying to match the roll of her hips against your face and fighting to keep your hands beneath you when all you wanted was to touch her. 

“Fuck…” She says, pulling you that much closer to the point where you want to drown in her. Your whimpers get that much louder as Lucien forces them out with his touches.

“So good for us,” He says, his hands wrapping around his thighs and pulling you back to meet his thrusts. You feel him so deep inside of you, you have no choice but to scream, tears falling from your eyes. 

“That’s right, so good,” Caroline sighs out in contentment, looking down at you to finally meet your gaze.

You know you never want this feeling to stop, even if you’re just a puppet on their strings, their toy to play with as they please.

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