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Happy Haunts (Rich Goranski x reader)

Warnings: just Rich being a kinky boy so.. be prepared for that... a lot of cursing... probably cringe but whatever it's fine just high schoolers being high schoolers. I'd prefer if minors didn't interact with this post however since there is no explicitly sexual content it should be fine

Requested: no I just wanted Horny boy Rich content so yeah

Sentence starter that inspired this: "oh please you love hearing me scream" "only when you're screaming my name"

Word count: 4102

I had been head over heels in love with my best friend for 3 years now. Rich Goranski. Rich and I grew up together since we've lived next door to each other for practically our entire lives. Our families became so close the two of us practically lived at each other's houses. In fact, I had spare clothes kept in Rich's closet. Daily movie nights were a frequent occurrence and a tradition we carried on to this day. We were always joined at the hip in elementary school, one of us almost never being seen without the other. But as we grew up, I became friends with the popular kids in middle school and Rich didn't. We were still best friends, of course, I just branched out and became friends with basically everyone and Rich didn't. He told me he didn't like branching out because he didn't want people to make fun of his lisp. Personally, I had always loved his lisp and thought it was adorable, but he hated it. I tried to get him to come sit with me when we got to freshman year but he pushed me away. I was a little hurt but couldn't dwell on it when Chloe and Brooke were constantly bugging me to hang out with them. So that's where I went for lunch, and with their help boys were soon practically crawling over each other trying to ask me out. I of course had no interest in any of them because my eyes were solely fixed on my lifelong best friend. But I pretended to flirt with every guy because it was nice feeling like I was wanted, and yet unattainable. It always made Chloe and Brooke so mad whenever I rejected a guy because they never knew who I actually liked since I flirted with everyone. At this point, Rich and I still hung out every day at home but he never wanted to talk to me at school. Something I never understood since he always wanted to be popular, and I essentially was popular. Our Sophomore year, however, Rich changed, over the course of the summer he became popular, I was happy for him of course but I was confused. He came over every day during summer as usual and one day his lisp just disappeared. I didn't mention it though in case it upset him in some way. It was that same day when I first noticed him hanging out with Jake Dillinger (who tried to ask me out 3 times). I had gone to the mall with Brooke and Chloe. Brooke had spotted Jake from a mile away and quickly pointed him out to Chloe (who had the biggest crush on him). I looked as Chloe asked me who Jake was hanging out with since I knew everyone. I turned my attention to where Brooke had pointed and saw Rich walking with Jake joking and Laughing like they'd known each other their entire lives.

"Rich, Gorinski" I replied to Chloe's question, "he's my neighbor, and my best friend" I replied with a slight smile. Brooke turned to me incredulously

"I thought we were your best friends" She said putting her hand on her jutted hip.

"I can have more than two Best friends Brooke'' I replied and she laughed, Chloe shushed us and pushed me forward motioning for me to walk towards Jake and Rich. I walked up to the boys waving.

"Hey boys!" I said switching on the instinctual charm and throwing them both a flirtatious smile. I watch Rich pause for a second before smiling and flirting back.

"Looking good today (y/n)" He threw back with a wink, I smiled.

"Thanks Rich" I giggled, Brooke stood by awkwardly as Chloe so obviously flirted with Jake and he even more obviously flirted back. I looked at Brooke giving her a side eye before commenting. "Hey Jake why don't you just fuck her already" I laughed innocently.

"Yeah you're already doing it with your eyes" Brooke added, to which the whole group laughed and Jake replied.

"I'd like to take her on a date first" He winked grabbing Chloe's hand. Chloe giggled, and I jumped in again.

"She's free anytime, I just cleared her schedule" I gave Chloe a Smile, and she threw me a thank you over her shoulder. I nodded and pulled Brooke away with Rich following behind us.

"I'll bet you 20 they do it the minute their first date ends." Brooke giggled.

"And I'll bet you 20 she goes home with him today" I replied with a grin.

"Oh you're on (l/n)" Brooke shook my hand with a determined expression on her face.

"No backing out" I insisted, still shaking her hand.

"Wasn't planning on it" She giggled as my phone dinged signaling I got a text. I held my hand out to Brooke showing her the text.

MyMainHoe😘😘: you and Brooke go on ahead I'm gonna go home with Jake 😉 Me: Yesss get it queen!!! 😍😍😍 USE PROTECTION HOE!!!!!! 🤪🤪

"DAMNIT" Brooke yelled as she begrudgingly handed me a 20, and I laughed.

"Well my mom's gonna pick me up soon then" She said with a sigh.

"Awe two bad I was gonna treat you to lunch" I added holding up my brand new 20.

"Oh whatever" Brooke replied.

"You can treat me for lunch," Rich added with a sly smile.

"I'll take you out for some (f/restaurant) after Brooke leaves, K?" I gave him a smile and he nodded. For the next hour Brooke, Rich and I wandered around the mall laughing at all the jokes Rich told us. A second thing I noticed was new with Rich, he never used to be this funny. I mean sure he was funny to me but no one else ever really got his humor. After like another hour of the three of us walking through the mall, Brooke's mom picked her up.

"So (y/n)" he said wrapping an arm around my shoulder because somehow he was taller than me (if you're taller than him just pretend you're shorter) He pulled me into his side and I giggled.

"Yes gorinski? You ready to go to (f/restaurant)?" I replied looking up at him.

"Well that's not exactly what I had in mind for lunch" He mumbled into my ear with a sly grin. I looked at him and smacked his arm.

"Richard Gorinski! You kinky bastard" I whisper yelled at him to which he just pulled me closer and laughed.

"You want a ride home?" He asked looking down at me with a wide smile.

"That would be wonderful, Rich," I replied as he led me out to the mall parking lot.

-Time skip A month or so-

As time went on, Rich came to join our group, and very quickly got bolder in the way he outwardly flirted with me. He used to get so flustered whenever I tried flirting with him it made this new bold Rich kinda refreshing. But the bolder he got with his flirting the more flustered I ended up. And also with this new bold Rich came a new bully Rich that I didn't like as much. Whenever I saw Rich bullying someone, it was usually Jeremy Heere, who was actually very nice so I tried to stick up for him as much as possible. Rich also became very touchy and flirty during our movie nights, something deep down I didn't mind as much. It was one of our friday movie nights, my parents were both at work as usual and Rich and I were watching my favorite movie (f/m). I had changed out of the uncomfortable stylish clothes I had worn to school and changed into one of Rich's old shirts I had stolen a year ago, and some short pajama shorts, (and a bra obvi). I was... comfy which was the only thing that mattered. I smiled and was laying down on the one end of the couch with my blanket tucked under my arms and one of my legs thrown over it while Rich got the popcorn ready in my kitchen. I heard him mumbling to himself in the kitchen, I listened to his mumblings for another minute or so before I untangled myself from my blanket and walked into the kitchen.

"Rich you good?" I asked peeking around the corner into my kitchen.

"Oh uh yeah yeah I'm fine" He mumbled nervously twitching quickly then stopping.

"You sure" I asked, walking fully into the kitchen.

"Yeah" He said, looking at me and smiling confidently.

"Really?" I hopped up onto the kitchen counter "because the popcorn is burning" I pointed to the microwave and Rich's eyes widened.

He laughed "sorry I'll make some more" he replied rubbing the back of his neck. I covered my giggle with my hand. "Don't cover your laugh" he crossed the kitchen as he said this to lower my hand "it's cute" He winked, and turned around to make the popcorn. I waited till the popcorn was popped and then Rich handed me the bag. I shivered and he looked concerned. "You cold?" he asked, to which I nodded.

"Yeah but pass me a bowl" He got me a bowl from the cupboard, and I hopped off the counter turning to fill it with the popcorn when I felt Rich snake his hands around my waist. I stiffened up as they rested on my waist under his old shirt. "Rich..." I said hesitantly, slowly relaxing in his hold.

"Hmm?" He smiled, humming in response and resting head on my shoulder.

"Your hands are cold" I mumbled feeling the tips of my ears heating up.

"That's why I'm using you as a human heater," He laughed, fully wrapping his arms around my waist and lifting me up in the air. He carried me to the living room and flopped onto the couch still holding me. He nuzzled his head in the crook of my neck and mumbled "you look really pretty in my shirt" while tightening his hold around me.

"Rich, the popcorn" I whined turning around in his arms to face the tv trying to get up. He sighed and let me go.

"Alright go get it" He replied tiredly sitting up to grab the tv remote while I grabbed the popcorn. I scurried to the kitchen to grab the popcorn taking a few deep breaths before going back to the living room. I put the popcorn on the coffee table. I pulled my blanket out from under Rich's body and sat on the other side of the couch. He sat up flabbergasted.

"Why are you sitting so far away" He whined.

"What do ya mean? This is where I always sit" I looked at Rich confused.

"Yeah but it's too far" He whined again making grabby motions towards me with his hands.

"Oh fine you big baby" I laughed crawling towards him settling down in between his legs with my back against his chest, with my blanket covering both of. He smiled.

"Much better" He rested his hand under my shirt on my stomach, and the other on my thigh gently squeezing it. I smiled and relaxed against him.

--The next morning--

I don't even remember when I fell asleep but I woke up to mine and Rich's mom standing over me taking pictures of me and smiling.

"Good morning sunshine" My mom giggled.

"DID YOU SLEEP WELL" My dad said from the corner of the room angrily while my mom turned to glare at him.

"Wha?" I answered groggily, utterly confused as to why they were standing over me. I tried to get up but couldn't as I felt someone's arm tighten around my waist. I turned my head around to see who was holding me and saw Rich with his eyes scrunched up tight behind me. I smiled softly at him before turning back to our moms. Rich's mom smiled at me and touched my cheek gently rubbing it with her thumb. Before her and my mom wandered to the kitchen where my mom pulled my dad along behind them. I twisted around and straddled Rich's lap.

"Wakey wakey" I poked his face with a giggle.

"Stop" he mumbled groggily, god damn his morning voice was hot.

"C'mon my mom is making breakfast" I mumbled climbing off the couch with my face pink. Rich got up slowly and followed me to the kitchen. My mom put two plates of pancakes on the table before her and Rich's mom went to clean up our mess in the living room. My dad stayed in the kitchen with his arms crossed glaring at Rich. Rich just looked at my dad warily while he ate his pancakes while I gave my dad a pointed and threatening look.

--Time skip another month--

From that movie night on, Rich only got more touchy and flirty until the day our group went to a haunted house. Now at this point Chloe and Jake were dating, thanks to Brooke and I. But unfortunately for me Rich and I were not. I was being stubborn and waiting for him to stop flirting and gain the balls to ask me out, not even knowing if he ever planned on doing that. Brooke, Chloe and I had dressed up in one of those cute cliche group costumes except we were the Sanderson sisters from Hocus pocus... But 'sexy' as Chloe had put it. I was Sarah, and we wore the girls' dresses but we had bought altered versions that were shorter and more revealing. We looked pretty hot not gonna lie. Brooke and I carpooled to the haunted house. I don't know why I had agreed to go to the haunted house since I am a very skittish person and get scared very easily. But that's a problem for future me. Brooke and I arrived at the haunted house and Chloe and Jake were already making out. Rich stood off to the side looking down at his phone. I texted him I was here and his head shot up eyes zoning in on the car immediately. A wide smile stretched across his face and Brooke elbowed me suggestively. I laughed and got out of Brooke's mom's car. He ran up to me but stopped for a minute to admire my costume.

"Looking good" He complimented with a smile, "not leaving much to the imagination are you though" He continued with a laugh. I smacked his arm and started adjusting the corset I had worn as part of Sarah's costume trying to make my boobs look less defined. Rich swatted my hands away from my corset in protest to my adjustments. "No leave it the way it is its hot" He said his eyes lowering from my face ever so slightly.

"Oh shut up, and keep your eyes up here" I replied motioning to my face with a light laugh. Brooke hooked her arm through mine and we walked over to Chloe and Jake.

"Hey you two" Brooke said slyly and they looked at the rest of us sheepishly. Chloe smiled at our costumes.

"Ahh we look so hot!!" She laughed, moving away from Jake to stand next to us. Jake looked at us confused.

"Who are you supposed to be?" He asked

"The Sanderson Sisters" Chloe explained, giving a little twirl.

"Who?" He asked.

"Y'know I'd break up with him for that question, Clo" I said sideying Jake, who started apologizing to Chloe. We all laughed and Brooke slowly ushered us into the line for the haunted house. As we closed the door behind us we were enveloped in a thick darkness that was almost suffocating. I blindly reached out for the hand of the closest person, who happened to be Brooke. She gave me a wide smile and pulled me forward further into the haunted house with a loud laugh. A bloody butcher holding a giant rotting boar head jumped out from the darkness shoving the boar head in our faces as we turned the corner to walk into the next area of the haunted house... A giant meat locker.. I screamed and Brooke laughed at me. I pulled my hand away and ran back towards Jake, Chloe and Rich. Running into Rich's arms with a scream. He wrapped his arms around me and held me close until I stopped breathing heavily.

"You want to wait outside for the others" He asked, jerking his head to the doors. "We can leave if you want to" He smiled down at me softly, and I was really tempted to take him up on that offer. But if I did, Brooke would never let me hear the end of it.

"No I'm fine" I smiled nervously as Rich let me out of his hold, but I heard something move behind us. I squeaked and reached out to cling to his arm.

"I forgot how easily frightened you are," Rich laughed, putting the arm I was holding around my waist gently and pulling me to his side. I put my hand on his to keep it around me as we moved forward. I heard Brooke scream from up ahead the four of us so we all hurried through the meat locker scene to get to her. Tons of fake dead animals hung from the ceiling, more than one of them twitching waiting till we walked past to move. I shut my eyes tightly trusting Rich to lead me through without bumping into anything. I heard Chloe and Jake scream from a few feet ahead of me and I risked a peek from my closed eyes. Re-shutting them when I saw a costumed person looming over the couple. I burrowed further into Rich's side as we left the meat locker scene, I opened my eyes to see where we were going next and it looked like a high school hallway with lockers lining the walls. A bathroom scene was off to the left and a bloodied crazed looking football jock stood over the corpse of a cheerleader, who had a puddle of fake blood leaking from her side. The jock ran towards us with a snarl, growling.

"Nothing to see here" He twirled his knife in his hand with a murderous smile and ushered us along.

"You'd never murder me would you Jakey" Chloe asked pulling Jake past the Bathroom quickly.

"Of course not" He smiled, giving a curt nod to the bloodied jock. We turned another corner and were met with a pitch black hallway, where Brooke was waiting for us. She trailed along, Chloe and her linking arms happily, while Chloe reached for Jake's hand. We continued walking and at the end of the hallway a single red balloon stood illuminated.

"Awe Fuck no" I mumbled seeing the balloon. "Wherever there's a balloon a clown isn't too far behind" I squeezed my eyes shut but had to open them when I stumbled over my own feet. I looked at the ground when the loud pop of the balloon sounded throughout the hallway. I screamed loudly.

--time skip because I actually am a scaredy cat--

After a whole hour of my heart racing and beating wildly we finally came to the last 10 minutes of the haunted house. I had finally started calming down but Rich never let go of me. Which I was thankful for, we walked down another dark hallway, before Rich spoke to me.

"Y'know if I had remembered you were so skittish I wouldn't have suggested the haunted house" He mumbled with a chuckle glancing around to see if anything was going to pop out and scare me.

"Oh please you love hearing me scream" I joked back laughing lightly, trying to look ahead and find Chloe, Jake and Brooke, but to no avail. I couldn't even hear Brooke's loud giggle screams anymore. So I froze when I felt Rich's breath on the back of my neck and both his arms wrap around my waist.

"Only when it's my name you're screaming" He whispered in my ear and I shivered turning around in his arms to face him.

"I-" I started to speak but soon stopped.

"Speechless for once are you" He laughed walking me backwards till my back was pressed against the hallway wall. I tensed up. I tried thinking of ways to tease him back, or force him to make a move, but Rich was really distracting right now.

"How would you even know what me screaming your name sounds like" I mumbled without really thinking, I was too caught up in the intense whatever it was we had going on.

"I hear it every night in my dreams. But I'd really like to hear it in real life." He murmured slowly inching his face closer to mine, his eyes darting to my lips and back to my eyes silently asking if he could kiss me. I smiled reaching up to pull his face closer and he pressed his lips against mine. We stayed like that for about a minute before separating. "God you're hot" He growled leaning down to kiss my jaw gently, his voice was music to my ears. I pulled his head away from my jaw and back to my lips by tugging on his hair gently. I kissed him softly before responding.

"I know" I smiled offhandedly, "you are too I guess" I smiled running my hands through his hair and he sighed.

"As much as I love how fuckin hot you look in that costume" He paused and I felt his fingers ghost over my curves (If you look like a cereal box like me, we're gonna pretend you're CuRvY) before he continued. "I think you'd look way better with it on my bedroom floor" He smiled, kissing me again.

"You do know how cliche that sounds right" I laughed after he had pulled away again.

"Eh, I've been waiting years to at least kiss you. I don't care how cliche I sound at this point" He smiled and was about to pull me in for another kiss when Brooke yelled.

"Found them!!!" She shrieked throwing me a devilish grin "You were totally right Jake they were making out!" She teased, I groaned trying to hide my face in Rich's chest. Brooke led us out the Haunted house, thankfully there were no more jump scares for the last 5 minutes to the exit. Chloe looked at me, saw my slightly disheveled appearance, and gave me a knowing look. Jake looked at Rich, saw his mussed up hair and raised his eyebrows with a smile. Brooke was giggling into her hand. "They were 100% making out," Brooke informed the others, who laughed.

"Well in that case, Jake can you give me and Brooke a ride to Pinkberry please? We want some ice cream" Chloe said, turning to Jake, faking a pout.

"How can I ever say no to you" Jake smiled, taking Chloe by the hand and leading her and Brooke to his car.

"Bye you two!" Brooke waved at us excitedly.

"Soo..." Rich said slyly, turning to face me and plant a quick kiss on my lips. "Wanna come over?" He asked with a wide grin.

"Uh huh" I murmured, before shaking my head. "Sorry what did you say? You kissing me is super distracting." I replied with a smile wrapping my arms around his neck and playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.

"Guess I'll have to do it more often then" He replied happily kissing me again. I laughed and moved out of his hold to walk to his car. "You were just agreeing to come home with me" He teased lightly, wrapping his arm around my waist again.

"Oh a little bit eager are you" I smiled.

"Between how hot you look in that costume right now, and how long I've been wanting to fuck you of course I'm fucking eager" He replied opening the passenger door for me.

"Oh wow, horny AND a gentleman" I laughed, trying to brush off his previous comment, as we both climbed into his car and got settled.

"Of course, I have to treat you like a lady now, cause I sure as hell won't be treating you like one later" He kissed me briefly, and laughed as his comment turned me into a blushing mess.

"God you're hot" I said quietly, looking down at my lap and playing with my fingers.

"I try to be, darling," He replied, starting the car and driving us home.

-Fin-

QOTD: What is your favourite musical

A/N: can you tell how much I love Hocus pocus from this one shot... or do I need to spell it out for you because I L O V E that movie man. It's great, I was told by a friend I'd totally be Sarah and I was like that's fair I do dance and sing a lot at random times and am DEFINITElY boy obsessed. On another note I really wanted to put the "are we about to kiss right now" meme in there because that's what I thought initially thought but I didn't because I didn't want to ruin the tone of this. Anyway hope you enjoyed!

#rich goranski #Rich goranski x reader #Musicals #Be more chill #BMC #jake dillinger #Brooke Lohst #Chloe Valentine #Fanfic #fanfiction #wattpad #Rich fanfic #Rich fanfiction #x reader #x reader fanfiction

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praisethegabs · 1 year

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AKRASIA

ID!Professor!Leon Kennedy x Student!F!Reader

euphoria masterlist

summary: you met him during a party, and it was a one night stand for both of you. (un)fortunately, it turns out he's your new college history professor, and neither of you expected that.

warnings: age gap, reader is in college and in mid 20s while Leon is in his 30s. NSFW content, delicate to rough sex, p in v, oral receiving (both), praise kink, degradation kink (eventually), use of pet names (bunny), vaginal fingering, masturbation, cum swallowing, dom!leon and sub!reader. leon is insecure af. oc named chloe as the reader's best friend.

word count: 5684k

a/n: this is a new mini series I'm writing since I had a hard time with creative blocking, and I'm taking this very slow just in case.

AKRASIA is the state of mind in which someone acts against their better judgment through weakness of will.

You sat in your cozy room in the apartment you shared with your best friend, Chloe. The pale evening light casts a warm glow over the mismatched posters adorning the walls. Your textbooks were spread out across your desk, a mountain of assignments awaiting your attention. But Chloe, your vivacious best friend, had other plans.

"Come on, my lovely pumpkin," Chloe pleaded, tossing a colorful scarf around your neck as she perched on your bed. "You can't spend another Thursday night buried in textbooks. It's the first college party of the semester, and you've been MIA for weeks!"

"Chloe, you know I have that history essay tomorrow morning. I can't afford to waste any more time." You sighed, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

"But it's not just any party, it's Jake's party! He's practically begged me to convince you to go. And you know he's got a major crush on you." Chloe's bright green eyes twinkled with mischief as she leaned closer.

Your cheeks flushed at the mention of Jake, the charismatic guy from your history class. You had caught him stealing glances at you during lectures, but you were too wrapped up in your studies to think much of it. Besides, you already had your share of a "bad girl" period. Now, you need to finish your obligations.

"I don't know, Chloe," you hesitated, twirling a pencil between your fingers. "I feel so out of my element at those parties. I used to get drunk just for fun, but I don't do that anymore"

"Sis, that's what makes you unique. Besides, I promise you'll have fun. And who knows, maybe Jake will be your study partner for that history essay or whatever you need. It's a win-win!" Chloe chuckled, tousling her auburn curls.

You bit your lip, torn between your dedication to your academics and the allure of a night filled with laughter, music, and maybe even a spark of romance. You glanced at your textbooks, then back at Chloe's eager expression.

"Okay, Chloe. I'll go to the party. But only for a couple of hours, and you owe me a serious study session tomorrow." Finally, with a hesitant smile, you relented.

"Deal! Now, let's get you ready. You're going to look stunning, and I promise you won't regret this." Chloe's face lit up with triumph as she jumped off the bed.

As you both began raiding your closet for the perfect outfit, you couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement mixed with a touch of nervousness. Little did you know, this college party would mark the beginning of an unforgettable chapter in your life.

After a shower, you stood in front of the full-length mirror, twirling in your black cocktail dress. Your reflection grinned back at you, the dimples on your cheeks deepening as you admired your outfit. The cocktail dress that Chloe picked up for you, which she said it looks beautiful on you. She was perched on the edge of your bed, her perfectly curled auburn hair cascading over her shoulders.

"You look amazing, sweetie" Chloe gushed, adjusting her own outfit. "This party is going to be epic!"

"Thanks, Chloe. I can't believe you really convinced me to go to this college party." You laughed, the excitement bubbling within you.

Just then, your phone chimed with a familiar notification tone. You picked it up, your heart sinking as you saw the message. It was from Matthew, your ex-boyfriend. The name alone sent a shiver down your spine.

"What is it?" Chloe asked, her eyebrows furrowing with both concern and curiosity since you had a strange expression on your face.

"Hey, I know it's been a while, but can we talk? It's important." You sighed, your fingers trembling slightly as you read the message out loud.

"Oh no, not him again. What does he want now?" Chloe's expression shifted from excitement to concern, her voice sounding annoyed for a moment. She really hated your ex.

You chewed your lower lip, feeling torn between responding and ignoring the message. You hadn't spoken to Matthew since your messy breakup a few months ago. Your relationship had ended in bitter arguments and hurtful words.

"I don't know," you replied, your voice wavering. "Maybe it's something urgent. I should at least find out."

"Honey, I've been looking forward to this party for weeks, and I had a lot of trouble to convice you to join me. You can't let him ruin our night. Besides, he had his chance to talk when you needed it." Chloe shook her head, her green eyes filled with worry, and her face with evident disapproval. She really cared about you.

You sighed again. It was really difficult to put your past behind, especially after everything you had with Matthew.

"Look, you go first, and I'll meet you there." You glanced at Chloe, hoping she would give up and just leave you to take care of your ex-boyfriend on your terms.

"Do you promise?" Chloe asks, with those big green and puppy eyes, which she did every time she wanted something.

"Yep, I promise." You nod your head and smile when Chloe screams like a little girl, hugging you tight.

As you watch Chloe leave your shared apartment, your entire attention returns to your screen. You felt a wave of buried feelings returning slowly, leaving you with the hard choice in hands. You hesitated, your phone still in your hand. You knew Chloe was right, but curiosity gnawed at you.

"I'll just send a quick reply. Let him know I can't talk right now." You muttered to yourself, deciding what was best for you at the moment. You typed out a short message, your fingers tapping the screen rapidly. "Can't talk now, Matthew. At a party. We'll talk later."

But as soon as you hit send, your phone chimed again, this time with a call from Matthew. You watched the screen light up with his name and number. Your heart raced, torn between answering and turning it off.

Instantly, you pictured the image of Chloe in front of you and what she would say at this very moment. She would, of course, curse him a lot, and then, as your best friend, she would say something like, "Ignore it, honey. You made your choice. Let's not let him ruin our night"

And again, she was completely right.

As you entered the place, the pulsating beat of music washed over you, drowning out the noise of your own doubts. The college party was in full swing, with colorful lights flashing in time with the rhythm, creating a kaleidoscope of patterns on the walls.

You weaved your way through the crowd, your heart pounding with anticipation and a hint of anxiety. Your best friend, Chloe, had convinced you to attend, promising a night of unforgettable fun. Your eyes scanned the room, searching for Chloe's familiar face amidst the sea of strangers.

You finally spotted Chloe near the makeshift bar, holding two red plastic cups filled with a mysterious concoction. Chloe grinned when she saw you and waved you over. Chloe joined you, your tension slowly giving way to excitement.

"Oh, you made it!" Chloe shouted over the music, handing you a cup. "This is the famous 'party punch.' Drink up!"

You hesitated for a moment, then took a cautious sip. The sweet, fruity mixture danced on your taste buds, and you couldn't help but smile. Chloe always had a knack for finding the best drinks.

Feeling the alcohol mess with your mind and following the rhythm of the music, you two chatted and laughed as the night went on, your voices blending with the raucous sounds of the party. You watched as people swayed to the music, their bodies moving in sync with the beat. It was a wild and chaotic scene, but there was an undeniable energy that you couldn't resist.

"Come on, let's dance!" You grabbed Chloe's hand, leading your way to the crowd, letting your body follow the flow.

You swayed to the beat of the music, your body moving sensually with the rhythm as colorful lights flashed around you. The college party was in full swing, the pounding music reverberating through the entire place as students danced and mingled. You, feeling adventurous and carefree due to the alcohol in your organism, held a red plastic cup in one hand and scanned the crowd for someone intriguing. Your eyes settled on a tall, ruggedly handsome man who stood out from the rest of the college-aged crowd.

As you glanced around the people, your eyes met those of a striking man across the dance floor.

He was, obviously, a few years older than the typical partygoer, exuded an air of maturity that drew your attention. He leaned against the wall, his brown hair falling effortlessly over his forehead, and his piercing blue eyes scanning the room with a hint of amusement. He was an enigmatic figure who seemed to easely blend into the college scene while maintaining an air of mystery. For a moment, you thought he was too old to be there, but can you blame the man for wanting some fun? Despite the age, he was very handsome.

And his eyes were locked specifically on you.

Your eyes locked for a moment, and you felt a flush of warmth spread across your cheeks. You couldn't believe that this stranger was actually looking at you. A burst of self-confidence surged within you, urging you to take action.

You couldn't resist the urge to approach him, so you casually sauntered over, a playful smile curving your lips. You didn't let their age gap deter you; after all, age was just a number, right?

With the music pulsing through your ears, you decided to seize the opportunity. Hopefully, you could put the blame on alcohol and say you weren't thinking right — despite the fact that you weren't that drunk. You made your way through the crowd, not even seeing Chloe around, your heart pounding in your chest as you approached him. The closer you got, the more you noticed his rugged charm and the intensity in his piercing blue eyes.

"Hey there," you said, your voice carrying a hint of confidence as you leaned closer to be heard over the music. "You seem like you're in the wrong party. This crowd is usually reserved for broke college kids."

"Hey," he replied, his voice just loud enough to be heard. He then leaned in closer, his expression intrigued but slowly changing. Leon turned his attention to you, a bemused smile playing on his lips. "Well, maybe I'm just here for the youthful energy. It's refreshing."

You laughed, your eyes sparkling.

"Or maybe you're just trying to relive your college days." you said, taking another generous sip on your drink. At this point, you weren't caring about anything else.

"What makes you think I'm not still in college?" Leon raised an eyebrow, his expression teasing.

"Because I've been around here long enough to recognize someone who's seen a few more semesters than the rest of us." You chuckled between another sips, leaning even closer, your faces just inches apart.

"You're perceptive, aren't you?" Leon's lips curled into a grin, and he took a sip from his own cup.

"I have my moments. So, Mr. Mysterious, what brings you to our humble party tonight?" You nodded, your flirtatious energy in full swing. At this point, you were regretting your decision to stop with alcohol because you could never talk to a man like him the way you were doing.

"Well, I heard there was someone here I couldn't resist meeting. Looks like I found her." Leon's eyes held a glint of intrigue as he leaned in slightly.

Your heart skipped a beat at his response, your flirtatious banter taking an unexpectedly genuine turn.

"You're quite the charmer, aren't you?" You asked him, feeling a sudden heat rush over your body like a wave.

"Only when I'm talking to someone as captivating as you." Leon leaned in a bit closer, his breath warm against your ear.

After a few more drinks and flirts, you decided to ask what was eating you inside. Of course, in the next morning, you wouldn't remember anything, and you could live without regrets. Chloe was having fun with a bunch of friends, so why couldn't you just do the same? You were so horny at this moment that you were willing to have fun.

"So, it was my impression, or were you practically eating me while I was dancing?" You provoked him, drinking another sip from whatever Chloe said it was.

He almost spit his drink, completely shocked by your question. The old man looks at you with curiosity, but then, a slight smirk appears on his lips. Those beautiful blue eyes that never left yours made your body shiver, and that smile, well... that smile of him almost ripped yourself in two parts.

"How presumption of yours, huh?" He replied, still smiling, his lips meeting his glass again.

"It wasn't presumption, it was true," you said back, sounding cocky; you didn't care, and you had the balls to do so.

"Well, I might have done that. Who knows?" He says, his voice softly husky, almost low, like he did on purpose to provoke you.

"Well, lucky for you, I might have enjoyed that," you said, leaning closer to his ear, enough to whisper to him and enough to make him smile.

It was amazing what alcohol did to you. Honestly, you weren't this type of slutty horny girl, but let's face the truth; your ex-boyfriend was an asshole and the last time you had sex with someone with your age, it was a terrible experience. Maybe someone older could handle the job well? And besides, you both knew you wouldn't see each other again.

"You know, this party is fun, but I have a feeling the night could get even better." He leaned closer, his voice a soft murmur in your ear, and he seemed to think the same as you.

"Oh, really? And what do you have in mind?" You turned to him, a mischievous twinkle in your eyes.

Leon grinned, his confidence growing as your connection deepened.

"How about we leave this noisy place and head to my apartment? It's not far from here, and we can continue our conversation without shouting over the music." He suggests, and you had the certain he was thinking the same thing you were.

You hesitated for a moment, weighing your options. The party was completely wild at this point. Everyon, with no exceptions, seemed drunk enough, but the prospect of spending more time with this stranger and handsome man seemed far more appealing. Plus, there was an undeniable attraction that had been simmering between you two all night.

"You know what? I think that's a great idea. Lead the way." You replied with a playful smile and finally decided what you wanted.

Leon offered his hand, and you took it, allowing him to guide you through the lively crowd. You both made your way out of the crowded house and into the cool night air. The stars above shone brightly, and the distant sounds of the party slowly faded into the background.

As you two walked together, Leon couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation. The decision to invite you to his place had been a bold one, but it seemed like the right choice. The night was filled with possibilities, and he was eager to explore where it would lead.

When you both reach his place, it's just a matter of seconds before he grabs you by your thighs, pinning up against the wall, kissing your neck desperately. Your hands meet his hair, holding so tight that between his kisses, he groans a little.

"God, you're so beautiful" he moans softly, leaving marks on your skin, to remember you that he was there.

"Stop talking, handsome" you said, now biting his earlobe, making him moan again. You were feeling something between your legs, and you couldn't tell if it was yours or his. "And just fuck me"

"That's what I intend to do" he whispers, still holding you by your thighs, leading you to his room, not caring about the mess he did along the way.

Your body falls graciously on his mattress, and he removes your black dress, throwing it somewhere inside his room. He removes his belt so quickly, like he really wanted this. You can see his cock inside his underpants, which makes you smile.

"Do you like the view, huh?" He provoked, sucking his fingers and making them touch your already wet pussy. "Is this all for me?"

"Shit" you moan louder when you feel his fingers circling around your pussy, tasting you. You sighed with pleasure, leaning back your head, biting your lower lip.

"Don't worry, we have all night" he whispers, his wet lips meeting your skin between kisses, making your body joint and shiver.

You feel him sucking and licking your left niple, his hand holding your other breast while his other hand was still circling slowly your clit. Your moans were so loud, so pornographic that you knew his neighbor would here your scandal. But God have mercy, he was very talented with his hands.

And then, without any warnings, you finally feel him inside, slowly sliding between your legs. You groan, letting him know you needed time to adjust to his size. Your nails found their way into his skin, leaving scratches that would take time to heal — a reminder about this night.

When you feel comfortable enough with him, you nod slightly, and he starts to move between your legs, penetrating you so softly and yet so caring. His eyes observe you, sometimes his lips meeting yours in a smooth kiss, and sometimes moaning in your ear.

You follow his pace, and when you notice, he's moving faster inside you. One of his hands holding yours so tight that it's almost impossible to escape his grip — which you don't intend to do. You wouldn't mind be his bitch for a night.

"You're taking me so well" he moans again, leaving marks on your breasts and smiling as his hips hit yours harder.

"Oh, fuck..." you moan again, biting your lower lip and closing your eyes, already feeling a wave of pleasure running through your body.

"Oh, be a good girl for me" he teases, his free hand circling your clit again, making your body joint.

And he kept teasing you for a very long time. Each time you were close to orgasm, he stopped what he was doing to make you beg for him and your pleas were almost insignificant to him, despite the fact that he was enjoying seeing you beg to cum.

"Please, let me cum" you begged again after the fifth time he denied your orgasm. You were almost crying at this point, unable to hold the ache in your pussy. "I need you, please"

"Such a baby girl begging for me" he said, smiling and starting to circle you clit again, making you whine. "I'll let you cum if you take me in your mouth right now"

He stood up on the edge of his bed and you crawled into him, opening your mouth to put his cock inside, sucking him while your hands massaged his balls. You can hear him moan, grabbing your hair to force you to keep sucking him. You started to tear up, gasping while his cock was inside your mouth.

He didn't care.

You kept sucking him until he released his cum inside your mouth and he didn't had to say anything. You swallowed him, like the good girl you were. And with his smile of approval, you knew you earned your time. He made you lay back in his bed and started to suck your clit, tasting yourself in his mouth.

"So good" he said, holding your thighs against his shoulders, sucking you, licking your wet pussy.

"S-shit" you moan again, holding his sheets with violence, wanting desperately to cum on him. Your moans get higher and again, you started to feel the warm pleasure in your body.

"Cum for me, baby" he orders smoothly again, giving the attention you required, his tongue doing such a great work on you.

Finally, with his approval, you had the liberty to release yourself. You felt something hot coming out of you at the same time that your body reached the peek and you finally had the orgasm of your life. You had to control yourself, your body almost collapsing while his mouth was still between your thighs.

And after you had your orgasm, releasing your cum on him, he smiled at you, licking his lips to savor you and then crawling his way to your side on his bed.

"You're okay?" He asks, going to his bathroom to grab paper to help you clean yourself. "I hope I wasn't that hard"

"You kidding me?" You ask him, cleaning yourself from the mess he did. "You were great, I'm impressed"

The moonlight cast a soft glow through the curtains, filling the room with a gentle, silver light. Leon and you were laying side by side on the cozy, disheveled sheets, your breathing slowly returning to normal.

Leon turned toward you, his eyes filled with tenderness as he reached out to stroke your hair, his touch feather-light.

"Are you okay, really?" he whispered, his voice filled with concern.

You smiled, your eyes shining with a mixture of contentment and affection.

"I'm more than okay. That was... amazing." You said honestly to him. And it was entirely true; despite his age, he was the best sex you ever had.

Leon's smile mirrored yours as he continued to run his fingers through your hair, tracing soothing patterns along your back.

"I'm so glad to hear that," he said. "But I want to make sure you're comfortable. Is there anything you need right now?" He asks, sounding curious and kind. You felt he came from a fairytale. He was too good to be real.

You thought for a moment, then shook your head.

"I just need you here with me, like this."

"I'm right here, and I'm not going anywhere," he promised. Leon leaned in and kissed your forehead gently, his lips warm and reassuring.

You two lay together in comfortable silence, basking in the afterglow of their intimate moment. Leon's caring touch and reassuring presence were all the aftercare you needed, a reminder that your connection ran deeper than the physical. As you both drifted off to sleep in each other's arms, you knew that this bond was something truly special, despite the fact that you both also knew it wouldn't happen again.

As the first rays of morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, you groaned and slowly opened your eyes. The unfamiliar surroundings of Leon's apartment briefly disoriented you until the events of the previous night came flooding back into your memory. You'd met him at the party you went with your best friend, and one thing had led to another. Now, you were here, alone in his apartment.

With a groggy sigh, you pushed yourself into a sitting position, rubbing your temples to soothe the pounding headache. Your mouth felt like a desert, a testament to the amount of alcohol you'd consumed the night before. Your bleary eyes scanned the room, searching for any sign of Leon.

A folded piece of paper on the coffee table caught your attention. You reached for it, your fingers trembling slightly, and unfolded the note. Leon's neat handwriting greeted you:

"Hey, stranger. I hope you slept well. I had to head to work early, but I didn't want to wake you. There's coffee brewing in the kitchen to help with your hangover, and I left some pain relievers on the counter. Make yourself at home. There's my number if you need anything. Leon"

You couldn't help but smile. Despite the awkwardness of waking up in a stranger's apartment, Leon's thoughtfulness warmed your heart. You stumbled out of bed and followed the scent of freshly brewed coffee to the kitchen.

As you sipped the steaming cup of coffee, the pounding in your head began to subside. The pain relievers helped, too. You glanced at your phone and gasped when you saw the time. You were so late for your college classes.

With newfound energy, you left your phone number on his desk and rushed back to the bedroom, desperately searching for your scattered clothes. You managed to piece together an outfit from the items you found strewn across the floor. It was far from your usual put-together look, but it would have to do.

Once dressed, you scribbled a quick note of thanks to Leon and left it on the kitchen counter. You grabbed your bag and dashed out of his apartment, promising yourself you'd explain everything when you saw him again.

As you hurried to catch a bus to your college, you couldn't help but reflect on the unexpected turn of events. Meeting Leon had been a whirlwind, and while your head still throbbed with the remnants of a hangover, you couldn't deny the spark of excitement and curiosity that had ignited between the two of you.

As you ran down the hall, your heart raced with anxiety. You knew you were late for your history class, but your unexpected encounter the night before had left you disoriented and sleep-deprived. With your disheveled hair and the remnants of last night's makeup still on your face, you approached the classroom door. The chattering of your fellow students stopped abruptly when you entered.

The professor, his back turned to the door, continued writing on the chalkboard. You sighed with relief, hoping you hadn't disrupted the class too much. You scanned the room, searching for an empty seat. Most of your fellow students had already found their places, and the only available desk was in the front row.

You tiptoed down the aisle, trying to make as little noise as possible, and took a seat at the front. The professor turned around, ready to begin his lecture. When your eyes met, your heart dropped into your stomach. It was Leon, the man you had met at the college party the night before, the one you had shared an unforgettable night with.

"Fuck" you muttered in surprise, your face going red like a tomato.

Leon's expression changed from one of stern concentration to one of recognition and shock. You felt your face flush with embarrassment as you realized that he was your history professor. The sounds of your obscenes moans echoed inside your head. You wanted to evaporate.

"Good morning, miss" he said, his voice tinged with surprise, but trying to sound polite. "I didn't expect to see you here."

"I...I didn't realize this was your class," you stammered, your cheeks burning with embarrassment.

The rest of the class watched the exchange with keen interest. You could feel their curious eyes on you. Leon cleared his throat and attempted to regain his composure.

"Well, since you're here, you might as well stay," he said, attempting to sound professional despite the awkwardness of the situation. "We'll discuss your tardiness later. Now, let's begin our lesson on the American Revolution."

As the class continued, you tried your best to focus on the lecture, but your mind kept wandering back to the night you had spent with him. It was going to be a long semester, filled with more than just history lessons.

At the end of his class, you were so nervous that you felt you could explode right there. Leon hesitated as he watched you from across his desk, where he had papers and books strewn haphazardly. Your presence filled the room with an electric tension, one he couldn't deny any longer. You were his student, and you both knew the boundaries you both had crossed were dangerous. And when everyone left his room, you stood up to leave as well, until you heard his voice.

"Sit down," he said, his voice trembling slightly as he gestured to the chair in front of him. You took a seat, your eyes locking onto his, searching for answers.

You never felt this nervous before. You were shaking, and your palms were sweating cold. You wanted to disappear forever.

"We need to talk about last night," Leon began, his gaze never leaving yours. "What happened between us was a mistake, and I shouldn't have allowed it to happen."

Your lips quivered, but you remained silent.

"I'm your professor, and you're my student. It's against the rules, and it's unethical. I can't let this continue." Leon continued, his voice softer but resolute.

You looked down, your fingers nervously playing with the edge of your notebook.

"I know, Leon," you finally replied, your voice barely above a whisper. "But I can't deny that I felt something for you. It's more than just physical attraction."

Leon's heart ached at her words, his inner struggle evident. God, this was so wrong, and yet, his mind was a battle over what was right and what was wrong. He couldn't deny he felt something for you too — something he thought he would never feel again.

"You don't understand, I like you too," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "But I also care about your future, and I can't jeopardize it."

You raised your eyes to meet his once more, tears glistening.

"What are we going to do, then?" You asked, feeling sad and, somehow, pathetic. You met him the night before, then why were you feeling like this?

Leon sighed, his resolve crumbling.

"I don't know" he confessed, his voice filled with regret. "But we need to find a way to move past this and focus on your education."

Your eyes locked in a shared moment of vulnerability, the unspoken desire still simmering beneath the surface. Leon had tried to convince you it was wrong, but his feelings for you were undeniable. The battle between his heart and his principles had only just begun.

"I think it's for the best if we keep this as it should be. I don't want to risk anything" Leon said, his voice sounding sad for a moment. "And I'm sorry, but we can't see each other like that again"

You nod and then leave his class. You made your way back to your apartment, wanting a shower, because you felt you could drown yourself in the water and forget everything that happened. He was your professor. You knew it was wrong, but for God's sake, why him? Why did he have to take you to heaven and then throw cold water on your head?

"What the hell happened?" You heard Chloe ask as soon as you enter your apartment. You completely forgot about her.

"I met someone last night" you explained, avoiding details. You were still feeling the effects of the hungover.

"Really? I bet it was good... you didn't even come back home, you naughty girl" Chloe teases you, laughing. "Have you heard about the new history professor? He's really hot"

"Yeah, I got late for his class" you sighed, laying on your bed with Chloe right behind you, excited about the new professor. If she only knew...

"No shit? Lucky you, he's cool. I've heard he was at the party last night and left with someone. I wish I was that lucky" Chloe kept saying, sitting on the small armchair in your room.

"And they saw who this person was?" You asked in panic, suddenly glancing at your best friend, which you regretted immediately.

"No fucking way... it was you!" Chloe almost screams, surprised and then, throwing a pillow on your face. "I can't believe you were banging the new professor!"

"In my defense, I didn't know!" You said, defending yourself. Deep down, Chloe didn't care. She wanted to see you happy. "I found out this morning... but it's okay. He doesn't want to see me"

"Too bad for him. You're too much for him, anyway" Chloe smirks, being the supportive friend you needed.

Chloe always had the ability to make you feel better with few words. You were really thankful for having her; so, you decided to do what he wanted. For the next few weeks, you watched his classes and noticed that, sometimes, he was glancing at you.

How could you both forget that night?

It was almost impossible. He made you feel so fucking good and you wanted so bad to be with him again. You even fantasized having him fucking you all over again, making you completely his. God, this was very hard. They've always said you will always want more intensely what you can't have, and they are so right about that.

And then, after one month since that party, Leon couldn't avoid that anymore.

He felt the urgency to talk to you, to smell your perfume or see your smile. He was going insane for not having you the way he did that day. Why was he feeling like that? He couldn't tell. But it felt good.

"May I have a word with you after class? It's about your essay" Leon says, closer to you and sounding very professional.

"Yes, Mr. Kennedy" You nod your head, already feeling your heart skipping a few beats and your body shaking again.

That was it.

After class, you remained sitting, waiting for your colleagues to leave his room. He avoided your eyes until there were just the two of you. Your breath was heavy, and instantly, you were feeling the heat on your body.

"What is it you want to talk with me?" You ask him, breathing nervously.

Leon gets closer to you, enough to make your body shiver. You look at his blue eyes and the image of him fucking you plays in your head like a movie.

"I shouldn't do this..." he whispers, his breath reaching your face smoothly. "But to be honest, I don't give a shit about morality anymore"

And then, he finally kissed you like he meant that.

It was everything you needed to know. He wanted you, and you wanted him. This could end bad for both of you, but you didn't care. You were weak, and he was weak as well. And right now, he wanted you more than anything.

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heelluring · 2 months

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please . . . | en— x reader

apocalypse, so instead of the vampire termination program... they have zombies. mentions of chloe, of course! hurtful words, pain, a n g s t

this is my own take to enhypen's concept film for romance untold. ever since i watched it, i can't stop thinking about it. the boys are so talented 🥹 i wrote this without thinking abt anything so please bare with me if there are mistakes

"The sun has gone down completely. We need to leave" Heeseung ordered, swiftly putting his gun on his waistline.

The group moved with haste. Jay immediately swiped the stocks left for them in a bag while the others prepared the guns and ensured the bullets are well taken care of.

In a few minutes, they're all ready. The car roared to life as Jake maneuvered it to swiftly left the building. But even before, the car passed the walls, a person blocked the road with its body causing the man to hit the break with a curse.

"Fuck, she caught us..." Sunghoon whispered gripping his hair in annoyance looking over the woman who's hitting the rear with its bare hands.

"Guys! Please talk to me, please." You shouted in panic while continuously hitting the car with your palms.

On the other hand, protests were heard inside the car the same time one of the doors opened before seeing the cat shaped eyes meeting yours. The same eyes that belonged to the person you're familiar with.

"Jungwon..." you breathlessly called. Hope swelled in chest. The man didn't reply, instead he haphazardly grabbed your arms and pushed you away from the car disinterested in your own well being.

"Wait— J-jung...won" You struggled to breath, "it hu-rts... you're hur... ting me" and the pain only intensifies when the man even shoved you down. Your eyes caught the other guys in the process, who are now standing casually outside near the car observing the scenes to unfold.

You felt new batches of tears swelling, before crawling the best you can to grab the man who called you his friend just a few days ago.

"Please, jungwon. Let me go with all of you. I-U promise I would never be an obstacle. You can even use me as bait," Your hands hardly hit your chest desperate to prove your worth, "or— or I would never ask for food. Just! Just please, let me go with you. I just wanted to find my mother" You pleaded. Your knees were near the floor while your shaking hands desperately hold on to the man's denim jacket.

"I will never ask for anything. Please. You can just drop me near busan and I can—"

"Why can't you understand anything, y/n? We will no longer help you find your mother. She might be dead now for all we know." Jungwon relentlessly replied cutting you deep with those words, "That means you're being a burden to us, and we're just wasting each other's time"

Y/n stared at her friend. Shocked was an understatement to what she just heard. Is this a dream? A nightmare? Because, jungwon would never do this to her. The jungwon she knew will never do this to her.

"But— you promised..."

"That promise? Promises are meant to be broken from the very start. We're now living in a different world, y/n. Promises are meant nothing in here"

"Finish that now, jungwon. Chloe's waiting..."

You sneered at what you heard. "So that's the reason. Because of that girl."

Jungwon stopped walking but didn't look back, "Chloe was in busan just like my mother so you will never waste time. I'm not asking for anything. I just... just please, I beg you. Let me go with you to get my mother! I will never ask for anything. Just for me to get there fast, to get her fast." You were now practically bowimg your head agaisnt the ground trying to seek mercy to the men you considered as brothers.

"We left some weapon and some stocks inside. Help yourself." His voice was loud and clear, his voice spiked with apathy. "We can't waste any more time helping you."

With that your cries only got louder. You tried to call for jungwon again but he never looked back, instead he walked straight to the car.

"Sunoo...! Please! Jake! Jay! Sung...hoon! Please! Anyone, please I beg you! Please, just this once! Ni-ki! Heeseung!" Tears flowed freely from your eyes, you can't even see anything from how blurry your vision was. But instead of wallowing in your cries, you still call their name. Begging, trying to spark any pity inside them.

The way they easily turn their back on you and walk away makes the numbing pain more evident on your system. You heard doors shutting before the car roared to life again, before it finally vanished from your sight.

"please... don't leave me alone..."

#enhypen #enhypen au #enhypen ff #lee heeseung #kim sunoo #nishimura riki #park jongseong #park sunghoon #sim jaeyun #yang jungwon #enhypen x reader #enhypen angst #enhypen imagines

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thesquirrelqueer · 2 years

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obsessed with royal pains… like they’re a background ship but they’re literally so fun. they’re an off-again-on-again couple who care about each other so much they’re willing to ruin other people’s lives to get back together. they’re so toxic in a fun and interesting way.

#royal pains #bmc #be more chill #chloe valentine #jake dillinger #shut up dani #musicals #broadway #chloe x jake #jake x chloe

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squoxle · 11 months

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・₊✧⋆⭒˚｡⋆𝐒𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐁𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 ~ 𝐇𝐞𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐟 (𝟏𝟖+)

👑 pairing: 25yr!little sister's bf!heeseung x 22yr!older sister!reader

👑summary: you're crushing hard on your little sister's boyfriend, but things really take a turn when he shows interest. req by: @hoyeonheeseung

👑 cw: 🔞MDNI!!corruption, oral (m. and f. receiving), penetration, kissing, swearing, drinking, drunk sex, unprotected sex, slight degrading, noncon/dubcon, sexual themes, cheating, college au, hee’s a big ole hoe and so are you [feat. Jake~Brother | Jay*EN- | Sunghoon*EN- | Kazuha*LESF | Yunjin*LESF | Lucy*Weki Meki | Keeho*P1H] 𝑆𝑚𝑢𝑡 𝑆𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝐻𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑤／𝐹𝑖𝑟𝑒 𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝐸𝑚𝑜𝑗𝑖❤️‍🔥

👑wc: 6.5k

You were scrolling through Instagram when you saw a new post on your younger sister's story.

The caption read, "ladies! it's officially cuffing season!" There was a little red heart on the photo of her and her boyfriend holding hands. You also noticed that she was wearing a small gold chain with the letter 'H'. You knew she had been talking about some guy she was interested in, but she never told you who he was, claiming that you were "too judgy."

You still responded to her story, as if the two of you didn't literally live together.

“OMG! Did the cops finally find your stash? Am I gonna have to bail you out?!" you replied, teasing her about this so-called 'cuffing' season. You didn't expect her to respond as she was obviously busy with some dude.

Later that night when your sister came home. "Hey, Chloe." "Hey. I'm gonna go take a quick shower and we can talk when I'm finished ok?" "Okay." After her shower, that was everything but quick, she started to tell you about her day before crashing mid-story.

From what you gathered, Mr. H is super cute and funny, but he asked her to be his girlfriend in the most corny high-school musical, Troy and Gabriella way ever. Basically, he told her to close her eyes and he put the necklace on her. Then he said this cringy-ass line, "Whenever you see this I want you to remember that you're mine." When your sister told you this you couldn't help but roll your eyes.

*Okay, maybe I am a little judgy* you thought to yourself.

The next day when your sister woke up, she arranged for you to meet her new boyfriend. "Hey, Jake is probably gonna be there too." "What is Jake gonna be doing there?" "Well, they're friends soooo." "Wait what?! You didn't tell me that." "Really, I thought I did. Sorry." "Eww. So you're like the little sister who dates her brother's best friend." "It is so not like that," Chloe chuckled.

You and Chloe drove to Token Town, an arcade/bar about 20 miles from where you live. "Sooo how did you two meet again?" you asked as you walked through the automatic sliding doors. "Ugh. I told you a million times already." "I don't care. Tell me again."

The mix of music and arcade noises made it difficult to hear so you were both kinda shouting, rather than talking.

"You remember when I cracked my phone screen a few months ago?" "Yea. What about it?" "Well, he was the one who fixed it for me." "So I guess the price was being his girlfriend huh?" "No," Chloe giggled. "Then what?" "I went to Apple to get it fixed, but my warranty had expired and he overheard my conversation. You already know I was not trying to pay for a broken screen. Anyways, he was there to pick up some new air pods and that's when he offered to fix my screen for me. He said he used to work for Apple." "So you're telling me that you let some random ass stranger play operation with your phone." "Well, I trusted him." "I know damn well I wouldn't have. I don't care how cute he is."

The two of you laughed before Chloe pulled out her phone to text him. "He said he's over by table 11." "Okay."

You headed over to table 11 to find Jake and your sister's boyfriend. You felt like you had seen him somewhere before, but you weren't sure exactly where. "Hi. I'm Heeseung," he said with a slight wave.

For some reason, when he said that you immediately remembered where you knew him from.

Two months ago, you were shopping at the Korean store to pick out some snacks for you and Chloe to share. Unfortunately for you, the store had been rearranged so it was a little harder to find what you wanted.

As you scanned the aisle for Pockys you spotted them on the top shelf. You weren’t one to ask for help so you desperately wiggled your fingers trying to knock down the desired box. You managed to knock down the matcha flavored pack, after hopping a bit, but you still needed the strawberry and chocolate flavors. You and Chloe like to mix them together and pull out random flavors. You barely nudged the strawberry box down and it fell on your head.

*Ouch*

*Two down, one more to go* you sighed to yourself.

As you reached for the final box you felt a hand graze yours. “Here. Let me help you,” a gentle voice said from behind. “Thanks. They changed the store around and I was trying to get them by myself. But I—“ You turned to face the man standing behind you. His looks alone caused your train of thought to completely derail. “That’s a lot of snacks,” he smiled looking down into your basket filled with different flavors of ramune, milk, and now Pockys. “Are you planning for a zombie apocalypse or something?” “No, it’s actually for me and my sister. We both have a major sweet tooth.” “Oh really? You must love Choco-Pies then huh.” "Hmm. I've actually never had those before." "Well, you should definitely try them," the man said before walking down the aisle and grabbing a red pack from the shelf. "Here," he said placing the 'Choco-Pies' in your basket. "You'll thank me later," he winked.

To your surprise, the two of you finished your shopping together. In fact, the man even paid for the Choco-Pies at the register--he said he was paying just in case you didn't like it, you didn't waste any money. "It was really nice talking to you. Maybe we'll meet again sometime." "Yea, or maybe not." "Hmm true. Well, just in case we ever do, my name's Heeseung."

You snapped back into reality at the sound of your brother's laugh. Jake's goofy laugh was like his superpower. It had a habit of zapping your thoughts away.

"So, all this time when you were talking about a girl, you were talking about my sister?" Jake laughed. Chloe playfully pushed his arm. "Sorry, but I can't say this is what I was expecting when you said I'd be meeting your girlfriend. I've known her my whole damn life and cute and sweet are the LAST words I'd use to describe HER," Jake burst into laughter again. "Would you just shut the hell up already," Chloe said, rolling her eyes. "Okay okay," Jake said catching his breath.

You were too stunned to even speak. You couldn't believe that the guy you had been fantasizing about for weeks was standing right in front of you...with his girlfriend...your sister. You had told your sister about the encounter before, but you didn't tell her his name. You knew that she'd tease you about it till the day you die, but she teased you anyway. She named him your "Choco-Stalker."

After about an hour, you and Chloe went back home. You could hear her talking on the phone with Heeseung, but what you couldn't stop thinking about was if he remembered you. It was a little over two months ago, but maybe he recognized you too...

It didn't matter anyway, he was dating your sister now. You knew all feelings for him had to go.

[December 18th ~ the day before the Xmas party on Saturday...]

You and a few friends decided to have an Xmas party this year because some of you were graduating and others just wanted to have a good time. You chose to host it at Sunghoon's house since he had the most space and the perfect environment for a little get-together.

You were busy hanging decorative garlands and other hanging decorations with Sunghoon, while Jake and Lucy decorated the tables. Chloe and Heeseung were in charge of the balloons, while Jay and Keeho were out ordering food and snacks for tomorrow.

"Guys, I am so excited for this party tomorrow," Lucy said as she placed a snowman figure in the center of one of her tables. "Yea, I don't know why we haven't done this before," Jake added.

"I kinda wish it wasn't at a time when some of us would be leaving though," Heeseung chimed in. "Ehh it's alright. It's not like we're all gonna disappear out of each other's lives just because we get a silly little diploma," Sunghoon said as he fastened the tie on the garland hook. "Yea, that's true, but still...life is gonna change for some of us," Heeseung sighed.

"Hey hey hey! Positive vibes guys. This should be fun. Let's just enjoy the moment we have together," Jake smiled. "Yea, you're right man. Let's make this a night to remember," Heeseung smiled back.

"What are you two gays smiling about?" Keeho laughed as he walked through the door. "Oh nothing. I was just spreading positive vibes as usual,” Jake smiled. “Well we successfully ordered all of the snacks so we can pig out like the sloppy fat asses we are tomorrow,” Keeho continued. “Oh and guess who I brought with me?” He smiled. “Umm…Jay?” Sunghoon asked. “No.” “Soobin?” Jake asked. “No. Stop guessing guys,” Keeho chuckled. “Oh I know. You picked up Zuha didn’t you?” You guessed judging by the grin on his face. “Yup,” Keeho huffed. “Come on in Babe,” Keeho said as Kazuha jumped from behind the door.

They were always so goofy together. Their relationship resembled Joker and Harley Quinn…as in when they weren’t throwing around sassy jokes they were shoving tongues down each other’s throats in the most violently aggressive way ever. Which is exactly what they did that following night.

[December 19th ~ the day of the Xmas party...]

It was around 8pm when everybody finally arrived. You guys had finished decorating the night before and picked up the food the Jay and Keeho ordered yesterday. Everything was perfect, exactly the way you envisioned it.

Sunghoon prepared everyone a special Gingerbread Martini, which was perfect for the occasion. “Woah! This is really good! What is it!” Jake’s face lit up as he took his first sip. “It’s a Gingerbread Martini,” Sunghoon giggled. “It literally tastes like a cookie with rum in it,” Yunjin said licking the froth from her lips. After hearing the comments made, you were very excited to try the concoction. Just like they said, it tasted like a spiked gingerbread cookie. All of the right flavors and a balanced sweetness. It was perfect.

“Okay, party people. It’s time to hand out gifts,” Kazuha clapped, getting everyone’s attention.

Everyone gathered in the living room. Some sat on the floor, others on the couch, and some decided to either stand or brace their bodies against any surface strong enough to support their body weight.

"Hey! I wanna go first," Jake said excitedly. He started by giving everyone a Christmas card filled with $20. Next, Sunghoon passed out his gifts. Everyone got a Christmas keychain with the year attached to it. "Damn, bro. You were being stingy as fuck this year," Keeho hissed. "Merry Christmas to you too asshole," Sunghoon scoffed back. "I actually bought other gifts for everyone, but I want to give them to you on Christmas Day," he continued. "Sure you do," Keeho rolled his eyes. "Guys. Guys. Relax. This is supposed to be fun," Yunjin pouted. "Yea you're right," Sunghoon muttered before they both apologized in unison.

"Okay, now it's my turn," Kazuha sang. She handed everyone little boxes. Gold for the guys and red for the girls. "Woah. What the hell is this?" Chloe gasped. "Well. I bought everyone something special in case they wanna jingle some bells and deck the halls," Kazuha winked. "You're so kinky Zuha," Yunjin giggled. Inside the girls' boxes was a decorative thong, a 'morning-after' pill, and a mini vibrator. The boys had three condoms--Kazuha said it was for a full day of fucking, sex dice, fuzzy handcuffs, and a black satin cloth.

"Who the hell am I supposed to use this with?" You laughed. "Doesn't matter," Kazuha smirked. "Get yourself a winter fling--" "Or we could always just have one big orgy," Keeho cut her off. "Nah bro what the fuck?" Jay spat. "Come on. Think about it, man. It would be kinda hot." Everyone started to engage in a conversation about this imaginary orgy. A few questions were who would ride the best and how many times could someone get off before they passed out. And this went on for about an hour before you moved on to the next party activity, making ugly sweaters.

Everyone was busy creating the ugliest sweaters possible. Even though they would only be worn once, it was still a fun tradition. Of course Heeseung and Chloe were making one for each other. But for some odd reason, Heeseung kept looking at you. And this didn’t feel like the type of looking like “oh I’m just staring off into space which just so happens to be in your direction” it was more like the “yea I’m with your sister, but I’d rather be doing this with you.” Well it didn’t seem that way at first, but after what happened on New Year’s…that’s the only thing it could’ve meant.

[December 31 ~ New Year’s Party…]

After the success of the Xmas party, Sunghoon wanted to throw another party to bring in the new year. Just like last time, he made another special drink. However, he was a little heavier on the alcohol.

Unlike the last party, you all just huddled up around the TV and watched the New Year's countdown. Surprisingly, Kazuha was the first one to fall asleep. It wasn't until around 2 a.m. that everyone else crashed. You were the only one awake, or so you thought.

You went to the guest room down the hall, just to relax away from everybody. Yes, these were your friends, but you just wanted a little time alone.

❤️‍🔥: You climbed onto the guest bed and slid your panties to the side. You never would've thought that Kazuha's little Xmas gift would be so useful. You spread your legs and pushed the tip of the vibrator into your pussy. You spat a bit of saliva onto your fingers before reaching them down to stimulate your clit. You knew this was bad, but no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't get Heesueng out of your mind. You increased the intensity of the little toy, while you continued to rub your clit. You were reaching your climax as you started to softly moan Heeseung's name. Your eyes had been closed this whole time so you didn't notice that someone else had entered the room.

"OH MY GOD!" you gasped, covering your dipping wet pussy with your dress. Heeseung had been watching you masturbate while moaning his name for who knows how long. "Sorry, I thought everyone was asleep," you said as your face burned with embarrassment. "How long have you been standing there?" "A while," Heeseung said as he looked down to see your hands desperately hugging the hem of your dress in an attempt to hide yourself. He walked closer to you and climbed onto the bed, between your legs. He gently moved your hands, revealing your throbbing cunt.

He began to kiss your inner thighs, "I know you want this," he whispered against your wet folds. He then started to lick and suck the juices from your sloppy pussy. "I heard the way you were moaning my name earlier. I want you to do it again." You were taken aback by his words, but instead of saying his name you stuttered. "Say it now," he said as he shoved two of his fingers into your pussy. You softly moaned his name as he jerked his fingers back and forth. "Say it louder." "What if someone hears us?" "I said say it louder," he growled as he started to finger your pussy harder and faster. You started to moan his name a little louder as he kept up a good pace. "Good girl," he smiled which made you melt in his hands. As you reached your climax, you grabbed his hair in your hands and started to ride his face causing you to cum in his mouth. :❤️‍🔥

You fell asleep almost right after you finished, and the last thing you remember is Heeseung kissing you on the lips before leaving the room. The next morning you woke up, you weren't sure if that was real or just one wild-ass wet dream, but what you did know was that it felt pretty damn good.

[January 4 ~ Trip to the mall with a few friends...]

You were at the mall just hanging out with Jay, Yunjin, Sunghoon, your sister, and her boyfriend--who you hadn't been able to stop thinking about since that night. You still weren't 100 percent sure if that really happened, but he had been looking at you a little weird lately. Chloe insisted on dress shopping because she just wanted something to replace one of her old dresses.

Chloe and Yunjin were busy in the dressing room trying on clothes and Jay and Sunghoon were looking for snacks. It was just you and Heeseung...completely alone.

"Umm, Heeseung?" "Yea?" "Do you remember the New Year's party?" "Yea, why? You wanna do it again?" His response surprised the hell out of you. Here you were trying to sort fantasy from reality and he just confirmed all of your doubts.

"I-I-" Heeseung cut you off with a kiss on the cheek. "Maybe some other time," he winked before Chloe skipped out of the changing room with Yunjin.

"Well, that was a total waste of my time. All of these dresses either make me look fat or make me feel bad for the poor girl who would actually buy it," Chloe said as she placed the stack of dresses on the empty countertop. "Welp, I guess we should go catch up with the boys," Yunjin suggested before you all started walking to the food court.

Sunghoon and Jay were busy talking at a table when you guys found them.

“Hey guys,” Jay waved. “We’re just waiting for the pizza to come out,” Sunghoon added. “Ohhhh yes! What kind did you get?” Yunjin and Chloe asked in unison. An intense love for pizza was one thing those two had in common. Other than that, they were polar opposites.

“Well we got one meat lovers, one veggie, and one cheese,” Jay smiled admiring their excitement. “Heh, if I was a spoiled pizza princess I would’ve had you thrown in a cell for ordering a naked pizza,” Yunjin smirked. “Oh come on. Cheese pizza is good,” Jay giggled. “The only living being that I can think of that would genuinely enjoy a cheese pizza would be a mouse,” Yunjin continued as she sat in a chair beside Jay. “Well you were never really the best at thinking anyways,” Jay smirked. “The pizza princess of beauty and no brains,” Jay teased. “Heh well then you can be my cheesy jester. You’d make a pretty clown,” Yunjin teased back.

“Number 257. Order number 257 is ready,” a voice said over the intercom, cutting off their odd flirting session. “I’ll go get it,” Heeseung said before standing. “Do you need any help?” Sunghoon asked. “I kinda wanna get away from these royal pains anyways,” he continued. “Uhh, yea sure. You can carry the drinks while Y/N gets some napkins and toppings.”

You followed Heeseung and Sunghoon to the counter. Heeseung grabbed the three pizza boxes and Sunghoon picked up the 2 liters of Orange Soda. The three of you started walking back when Sunghoon suddenly stopped. "What?" Heeseung asked. "I forgot to grab some cups and straws. You guys can keep going without me. I'll catch up," Sunghoon hissed before walking back to the pizza booth.

Heeseung paused to watch as Sunghoon walked back to the counter for the additional items. You took this moment to stare at him. Heeseung just had this look about him that made you want him more, even though you knew being with him would break your sister's heart. You looked at his perfectly pouty lips and thought back to the way that they were pressed up against your wet pussy. Now that you knew it really happened you couldn't help but to think of him sexually.

"I told you guys you didn't have to wait for me," Sunghoon said with a shy look on his face. "Yea, I know. But I really didn't mind," Heeseung replied. "Ok, well, I also got us some plates. The lady behind the counter just put the cups and plates in a bag together. That made it a lot easier to carry," Sunghoon chuckled.

"Huzzah! The pizza hath arrived," Yunjin cheered upon seeing the three of you approach the table. You watched as Chloe mouthed the words "Help me," but she didn't realize that Jay was watching. He exploded into laughter and Yunjin whipped to face him. "What art thou laughing at, Jester? I don't remember making a joke," Yunjin was in full-on character, she was even attempting a British accent which threw you completely off.

Yunjin continued her princess persona for the rest of the time you guys were at the mall and you all eventually decided to play along. Chloe was her sister--the princess, Heeseung was the prince, Sunghoon was the knight, and you were a female knight. Jay was still shocked that he was the jester. He even made a joke about it.

"So I guess the princess is fucking the jester on the side huh?" "What?" "I'm just saying. It's pretty obvious that you have a thing for me," Jay smirked. "As if," Yunjin rolled her eyes. "Oh, you know you want me," Jay chuckled as he wrapped his arms around her from behind, spinning in a circle. "Put me down you clown," Yunjin laughed as Jay nuzzled his head in her shoulder.

Ever since what happened on New Year's, Heeseung continued to make advances on you--which you didn't entirely reject. However, the farthest you've gotten was a deep tongue kiss with a little boob fondling. It was hard sneaking around with your sister's boyfriend when they almost always hung out with each other.

[February 11 ~ Three days before Valentine's Day...]

With Valentine's Day around the corner, you expected Heeseung to take your sister out for the whole day, but instead, he decided to hang out at your shared apartment. "Are you excited for our special day?" Heeseung asked lying on Chloe's thighs. "Yea, what do you plan on doing?" She asked, twirling her fingers through his hair. "Hmm. I was thinking maybe we should go on a picnic. What do you think?" "I love that idea," Chloe smiled. "Yea a little picnic and then we can go back to my place," Heeseung added. You watched as Chloe's expression changed. "Uhh or we could just come back here," she suggested. "Oh...umm ok. Yea, we can do that instead," Heeseung chuckled awkwardly.

Though he was still lying on her lap, you could tell that the energy in the room had changed.

*I would've never passed up on a chance to go to his house after a date...especially as his girlfriend* you thought to yourself. *I should've taken advantage of seeing him again* you thought back to how you saw Heeseung multiple times after the two of you met, but you were too scared to talk to him so you never even attempted approaching him. You kind of hoped that you'd cross paths again...well when he's not in a relationship with your little fucking sister.

[February 14 ~ Valentine's Day...]

Heeseung showed up around noon to pick your sister up for their picnic date. You helped her choose an outfit the night before. Something cute and red. You watched as she excitedly walked out of the door holding Heeseung's hand.

They had been out for an hour before you finally got bored and decided to have a little fun by yourself, but before you could start anything, you heard your sister unlock the door. "Dammit," you swore under your breath.

You left your room to ask her about her date. "Hey, Chloe. How was your..." Chloe stormed right past you and went into her room, slamming the door behind her. Heeseung was left behind standing in the door frame. "What happened?" You asked. "Nothing...couple stuff," He sighed, rubbing his forehead. You invited him in to sit on the couch. A few minutes later Chloe came back out of her room. "I'm going out with Yunjin and Zuha. I'll be back before midnight. Don't wait up for me," she said before closing the door behind her.

"You should probably go too," you said to Heeseung, even though you'd much rather him stay around a little longer. "Hmm yea, I guess. Unless you want me to stick around." "No that's okay." "You sure? I promise to make it worth your time," He said as he placed a hand on your thigh. "You're dating my sister Heeseung. I can't be doing this," you said pushing his hand away. "You weren't thinking that when you were moaning my name," He said reaching to palm your pussy which was now throbbing with excitement. "Well I-" "Think of this like a Valentine's gift to you," he continued, smoothing his pants around the bulge in his jeans.

Though it just started as you straddling his lap while the two of you kissed, it wasn't long before dry humping his dick turned to you getting on your knees between his legs.

❤️‍🔥: You looked up into his doe eyes and watched as he pulled out his hard pulsating dick. You slowly wrapped your lips around him, adjusting yourself to his size. "Mmm fuck," He groaned as you began to suck on his dick, coating it in your saliva. You used your hands to assist by jerking the remaining length of his shaft while focusing on the tip with your lips and tongue.

The warm and moist enclosure of your mouth sent pleasurable sensations throughout his body. You watched as his hands gripped the couch while you sat between his legs, satisfying him with your hands and mouth. He struggled to maintain eye contact with you as he repeatedly threw his head back. The texture of your tongue stimulated him, causing him to start slowly grinding against your face. You could hear through his desperate stifled moans that he was craving more. Within seconds, Heeseung grabbed a handful of your hair as he forced himself down your throat.

You felt him fucking your throat as you struggled for air. The constant speed and lack of oxygen made you feel like his personal sex doll. You gripped onto his thigh as he thrust himself into your mouth. Finally, he pulled your head back. You breathlessly fought to fill your lungs with air while he maintained a firm grip on your head. Saliva seeped from the corner of your mouth that hung open from being fucked so viciously.

Still, driven by your own desire to be force fucked more you licked the tip of his dick, tasting the salty pre cum that dipped from him.

"You want more?" Heeseung asked in a husky voice, to which you responded by sucking on the tip. "You're such a fucking slut for me," he grinned before slamming your face on his cock again. Tears ran down your cheeks as he fucked you harder. You moaned as he pumped himself in your throat, sending vibrations down his length. "Fuck baby, we gotta start doing this more often," he said breathlessly. You felt his dick throbbing in your mouth as he filled your throat with his hot, sticky load. You swallowed it so quickly that it caused you to hiccup which made Heeseung smile. "You're so cute," he said kissing your lips. :❤️‍🔥

As badly as you wanted to do more you knew he had to get going. It had already been over an hour and you knew Chloe would be coming home soon and the last thing she needed to see was you alone with her boyfriend.

"Yea, I understand," Heeseung said as he stood in the door frame. "Don't forget to call me if you need me," he added. "What if my sister is home?" "We can meet up somewhere else," he chuckled before closing the door behind him.

At this point, you were dripping wet and needed to relieve yourself at least once before going to bed. Heeseung had left his plaid hoodie on the couch which you took to your room. You slid it over your head to fill your nose with his irresistible scent. You continued to pleasure yourself while thinking back to sitting between his legs. There was something about the way his voice sounded that turned you on. Remembering the sight of him gripping the couch while he threw his head back and moaned in pleasure to your touch sent you over the edge as you came in your bed. After you finished, you stuffed his hoodie under your pillow before going to sleep.

[March 15 ~ Chloe's 21 Birthday...]

Though you wanted to call Heeseung, you refrained from doing so. You hated the feeling of doing this behind your sister's back. You knew she'd be heartbroken if she found out. So, you hadn't spoken to him since that day. Anytime it felt like the two of you would be left alone, you went and found something else to do or somewhere else to go.

"Happy Birthday, Chloe!" your friends and family shouted in unison. Your friends had put together a surprise party for Chloe at Sunghoon's house. Recently, his house had become the perfect spot for parties and he was more than happy to share his place for fun.

Your parents only stuck around for about an hour. They gave Chloe her present and waited around to sing 'Happy Birthday' and get a slice of cake.

Since it was her 21st birthday, you guys had also planned to go clubbing. She was now old enough to drink legally, so this was the perfect opportunity.

After opening gifts, you and your friends took her to The Bleu Lagoon, a popular club uptown.

"I'm paying for the birthday girl!" Kazuha cheered as you all lined up at the bar. "I thought you didn't bring your wallet," Keeho asked. "Yea, by me I meant you," Kazuha laughed.

"Party of 10," You heard Jay say to the bartender. Your brother Jake, brought along his girlfriend Bella, mainly to babysit Chloe. Even though she was of age now, he was still concerned about her safety.

After about 3 rounds of tequila shots, Keeho and Kazuha went off to dance with Jay and Yunjin. "If she wants anything else, just put it on my card," Keeho said to the bartender before walking off. Bella was busy chatting and sharing a plate of nachos with Jake because they decided to stay sober to drive everyone else home.

"Shut the fuck up Heeseung! I don't want to hear anything you have to say! I'm not gonna let you ruin my fucking birthday!" Chloe shouted before stumbling away. "What was that all about?" you asked Heeseung who sat there blankly sipping from his beer. "Hell if I know," he shrugged. You climbed off the barstool and followed Chloe to the bathroom. The music was so loud it was hard to hear exactly why the argument started, but you knew you had to at least check on your sister to see if she was ok.

You walked into the bathroom and saw your sister crying in front of the mirror. "Hey, what happened?" "Nothing...Heeseung can just be such a stupid little fucker sometimes," she sniffed. "Did he say something?" "No, but I think he's talking to someone else."

You felt your insides cringe at her words. "What makes you think that?" "Because...he hasn't been the same for a while. The guy I met was nothing like this. He loved me and only me. But now I always feel like he's sneaking around or waiting for some kind of opportunity to fuck some bitch behind my back."

All those tucked-away feelings of guilt were resurfacing now. This is exactly why you never wanted to mess with him in the first place. Now, here you were, hugging your sister who was crying about her boyfriend who she suspected of cheating. The worst part was that he was cheating on her and you knew it...because he was cheating on her...with you.

"I just wanna go home now." "You sure?" "Well, I can wait around for everyone else to finish, but I don't want to sit with him. He's just gonna piss me the fuck off."

You walked with Chloe out of the bathroom and went to a booth seat. You ordered her another drink, which she barely touched. After a few minutes, you noticed that she had fallen asleep, so you took her cup back to the bartender and told Jake where she was. He and Bella moved over to sit at the booth to watch her while you stepped outside.

"I'll be back, I just need to go clear my head," You told Jake before walking out.

You went to the roof of the establishment. There it was quiet. Nothing but stars surrounded you. *How could I do this to my sister? I'm such a piece of shit* you thought to yourself. *She'd never have done something like that to me*

You leaned over the edge of the building, looking at the peaceful cityscape when a body trapped you in place.

"What the fuck?! Get off of me!!" You shouted, trying to push the body off of you. The man pushed your face down, stopping you from moving anything more than your legs. You tried to kick the man away, but it was of no use as he pushed himself against you. You tried to scream for help, but the pressure on your chest silenced you. You felt the cool breeze as the man lifted your dress to expose your ass.

Again you tried to push him away, but it was useless as he was much stronger than you. He wriggled your panties down as he jammed his fingers inside. You hated the way your body was betraying you by reacting to his actions. The second he pulled his fingers out you turned to face your assaulter, Heeseung.

"Heeseung! What the fuck is wrong with you?!" you shouted slapping him in the face. "I need you, Y/N. I need you so badly," he whined. You could tell that he was pretty drunk as the smell of alcohol tainted his breath. "No. You're my sister's boyfriend and I don't want to keep doing this with you," you spat pushing him away from you. "I don't care about her. I want you," his words slurred together like a cocktail while his eyes remained fixated on you. "You're a drunk fucking mess, Heeseung. I'm gonna go get Sunghoon to take you home," you said as you walked toward the rooftop exit. "No!" Heeseung shouted, grabbing your arm. "Let go of me, Heeseung. I don't want to be with you. Understand?" You struggled to tear away from his grip, but he wasn't letting go.

❤️‍🔥: Heeseung pinned you up against the brick wall and quickly pulled out his dick and forced it into your pussy. You gasped at the sharp pain of him stretching you open. "H-heeseung...st-stop," you pleaded as he stroked his length inside of you. "Fuck your pussy feels so good," he said as he continued to pump himself inside of you.

He reached around to rub your clit and kiss your neck. The sensation of overstimulation caused you to succumb to his advances. You knew this was wrong, but something inside of you still wanted him.

He felt your body relax as he pounded your pussy harder. "I know you missed me you little slut," he whispered in your ear. "You missed me fucking the shit out of you," he added. You didn't say a single word as he fucked your dripping cunt.

Heeseung pulled out of your pussy and turned your body to face him, lifting one of your legs to give him a better shot of your aching hole. He eased his rock-hard member back into your wetness as he pulled you in for a deep, sloppy kiss. The two of you stayed connected by the trail of saliva and your lustful desires. You felt as though you were getting drunk from the alcohol on his lips.

Heeseung moved down to caress your breasts as he kissed your neck. You could feel him getting closer as his dick throbbed harder into your tight cunt. He gripped your ass as he spilled his seed into you, fucking you harder than ever before. "Now, it's your turn," he groaned as he dropped down to his knees.

He inserted his fingers into your pussy that oozed with his cum. Jamming them in and curling to stimulate your g-spot, Heeseung licked and sucked on your beady clit. Your leg was now over his shoulder as you grabbed his head and started to grind against his face. "That's it, baby. I want you to cum all over my face," He moaned between your legs. Hearing this sent you over the edge. You began to jerk yourself against his lips as you reached your climax and went into a shaking orgasm. Your juices flowed all over his fingers and mouth. He rose to his feet and your quivering body fell into his embrace. :❤️‍🔥

"Now let's you cleaned up before we go home," Heeseung said as he placed a kiss on your forehead.

The two of you left through the rooftop exit and went to the bathroom to clean up. A combination of his cum and your own wetness was still running down your leg.

You headed back to the club as if nothing happened.

Jake and Bella took everyone home, including Heeseung, who helped walk Chloe to her bedroom.

"If you fuck around a little more, you know where to find me," he said before heading to the living room. He slept on the couch and you slept in your bed, but you couldn't stop thinking about what happened on that rooftop. You had just started to get him out of your head and then you couldn't get him out of your pussy...which you didn't totally hate.

What were you supposed to do now?

About a month after her birthday, you overheard them having an argument. However, this definitely wasn't the first time you heard them fighting, the sparks between them had blown out a while ago. Apparently, they had been having problems since Valentine's Day and she'd had enough. So they broke up. You couldn't help but feel slightly responsible for their sudden breakup, especially after learning that it was because of the lack of sex. Now you were faced with the decision to either continue fucking him on the side or completely move on. Dating your sister's ex was out of the question. You knew that she'd never forgive you for that.

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BODY BAG - JAKE

-inspired by body bag - Chloe Moriondo

Pairing - classmate!jake x gn!reader

Genre - fluff,FLUFF!

word count -643

This is a revamp of the drabble I had on my previous account, to be honest,,idk why I even felt the urge to re-write it LMAO!! Can contain grammar mistakes! I was lazy to edit it fully.

That's it. You despised Shim Jake with every fiber of your being. The one-sided hatred towards him was nothing new. Ever since first grade, you harbored a dislike for him. It wasn't just about his grades, which always seemed to outshine yours, but also the way he looked at you, causing your heart to flutter uncomfortably. You detested that feeling intensely. Stupid Jake, for eliciting such emotions within you. He shouldn't have been your seatmate or even your classmate in the first place. On the first day of school, the teacher assigned him to sit next to you, and he hadn't changed seats all the way through high school. His way of speaking, smiling, and his sweet, bubbly personality only fueled your anger, exacerbating those irritating feelings.

And then there was Jake again. Did he leave a love letter in your backpack? Indeed, he did. Did you expect him to confess his feelings? Not at all. He was just a classmate, nothing more. But deep down, you felt yourself melting and screaming. Yet, the letter was written so beautifully that your heart skipped a beat each time you reread those words for the hundredth time. You kept it in your diary, rereading it as time passed.

"I have always liked you! Even though you've threatened to punch me in the face multiple times, I still like you." In disbelief, you looked at him, blinking five times. Did he really say that? Did he make you stop in the middle of the sidewalk and face him? After a while, was he following you? Sure, he did. Stupid Jake with his nice voice. It seriously made you want to punch him, yet at the same time, hug him tightly and squeeze the life out of him for being so cute.

"I like you too, Jake, but I still want to punch you." Jake's lips formed a smile, the kind you loved to see so often.

Jake had developed a new habit of taking your hand in his and playing with your fingers. Even now, as you both watched a movie at his house, you struggled to focus on the screen. You wanted to punch him for distracting you, but those stupid feelings intervened. The heat in your face didn't help; it only made you more flustered. Always blushing and stuttering when talking to him. Even though you'd been together for months now, he still made your heart pound loudly. As his lips drew closer to your face, you felt yourself slowly drifting away from reality. He left a small kiss on your cheek, a giggle escaping his lips as he observed your flustered state. It wasn't new to him to see you react that way, but he loved teasing you about it.

Your heart melted once again. Jake took you out to watch fireworks together by the river. He hugged you from behind with his head on your shoulder and his hands around your waist. The night breeze brushed against your face. It was a lovely feeling, despite the occasional squabbles between you two. He was your little sunshine, secretly brightening your days.

"I swear, Jake, I will punch you," you threatened, only for him to burst into laughter. The whipped cream on your face made you look too comical, and he couldn't take you seriously.

Jake convinced you to do a TikTok trend with him. At first, you thought it would be fun, but with whipped cream smeared all over your face, glaring at Jake said otherwise.

"Wow, you're so scary," he laughed, pulling out his phone to take a picture of you.

"Funny, very funny, Jake," you said while heading to the bathroom to clean your face. Even as you walked away, you could still hear Jake giggling from the living room, making you smile once again, all because of your stupid Jake.

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Jakob Dillinger and the Loves of His Life

A little fic/character study/examination of Jake's relationships with his friends. These can probably be interpreted however you please. Yes, this is already on AO3 and now it's here because I say so.

Jake Dillinger and Chloe Valentine were best friends in middle school. They did almost everything together. They were a force to be reckoned with. Jake was the one who fell first, getting flustered and nervous at the thought of his best friend. In freshman year, he wrote a poem. It was dumb, stupid, and honestly not even good. But he stuck it in Chloe’s locker. The next day, they were joined again at the hip as the newest and sweetest couple at Middleborough High School.

Chloe believed that she was destined for popularity, so she dragged Jake and Brooke with her. Chloe Valentine and Jake Dillinger became the queen and king of Middleborough High School. Middleborough’s ‘It’ couple then started to crumble. Fights and arguments and breakups and makeups and relief and stress. And they weren’t happy. Chloe had her claws dug into Jake, and Chloe was wrapped around Jake’s finger.

Chloe and Jake had a fight on Halloween, before the fire. Then Chloe and Jake were no more.

Chloe and Jake were bought together because of some dumb robot pills in the beaker of the school play. Chloe and Jake decided to make up.

They talked, and they talked and talked and talked. They missed each other, they missed being close, and they couldn’t imagine not being together. But being together wasn’t good for them. (Rich and Brooke both begged them to stop getting back together because why would they want to hurt themselves like that?).

Chloe and Jake decided not to date again, but they are almost joined at the hip again. There’s an understanding between them, a deep and unconditional love for their first love. They were still tied together, but no longer with a heavy chain. It was something softer, more gentle, more flexible. Chloe and Jake would never describe their relationship as romantic. In fact, Jake once said their relationship is basically a divorced couple who are still really good friends.

…

Growing to love Brooke Lohst was not part of the plan for either of them. Sure, maybe Jake wanted to get to know Chloe’s new best friend, but Chloe’s new best friend avoided him like the plague. So Jake never really got the chance to know Brooke one-on-one.

He noticed things, though. When Brooke was their third wheel. Or when he was the third wheel, particularly during trips to the mall to carry their things. He noticed Chloe liked to have control. He noticed Brooke was always in the background, always second best to Chloe.

The catalyst was their English class in Junior year. That is when they really clicked. Suddenly, Brooke didn’t avoid Jake as much. And Jake was always happy to hang out with Brooke. When she wasn’t with Chloe, when she wasn’t with anyone, Jake discovered that Brooke was bloody amazing. She was sweet, kind, fierce, smart, and determined. She had just as many goals as Chloe; she was more than just Cloe’s best friend.

Jake liked seeing more of Brooke.

Of course, Chloe used to get jealous when Brooke and Jake would hang out. It was just inevitable back then, but that didn’t stop Jake from getting close to Brooke. And sometimes, he’d surprise her by taking her out.

“Yo, B!” Jake would call out to her.

Brooke would smile as Jake pushed his way through the crowds. “Hey, J.”

Jake would sling an arm around her shoulders and flash a grin. “You doing anything tonight?”

Brooke would respond with, “I think Chloe was-”

Jake: “I didn’t ask about Chloe. I asked about you.”

Brooke: “Oh, uh, no. I don’t think I have any plans.”

Jake: “Now you do. I’m taking you out tonight.”

The first time it happened, Brooke was confused.

Brooke: “What?”

Jake: “Oh, god- Not like that, definitely not like that. Chloe would be pissed.”

Brooke: “I don’t know whether I should be hurt by that or not.”

Jake: “I’m sorry, I don’t mean in, like, a romantic way. Not a date date. Because I don’t see you in, y’know, that way and-”

Brooke: “Jake, you’re rambling again.”

Jake: “Right- uh. A platonic date. Friend date.”

And so out they would go. Pinkberry, Sbarros, rollerskating. Those were usually the locations for their friend dates. It was nice. Pleasantly surprised at the discovery of the ‘real’ Jake and the ‘real’ Brooke.

Besides, Brooke always made awesome baking and was a super good cook; Jake loved being the test subject for her new recipes. Especially anything Italian.

Jake and Brooke grew super close, especially after the play. Brooke visited him a lot in hospital, and Jake always looked forward to her visits. She bought him food, books, missed school work, and caught him up on everything he missed. And they were both left without Chloe for a period of time. It was only when Chloe saw Jake and Brooke together did she realise how much she missed them, and how much she fucked up.

…

Jake and Jenna were unexpected. Jenna never really felt seen by anyone, and Jake was seen by everyone. Everyone would talk to Jenna to hear the latest gossip, wanting to hear the dirt on someone they knew or to hear the juicy news from within the popular kid circle.

But Jake was different. Jake didn’t care about hearing the latest news and gossip. (Okay, sometimes he wanted to know what was up, but he rarely went to Jenna for that). Jake spoke to her like she was a real human being. Jake and Jenna had always shared a lot of classes together, and Jake and Jenna were always competing for the top marks in those classes.

Jenna was one of the few people to see Jake as a regular human being. He wasn’t some stereotypical dumb jock heartthrob who threw parties every other weekend. Okay, maybe he was a jock heartthrob who threw parties every other weekend. But he certainly wasn’t dumb. Maybe just a little oblivious.

Jenna was Jake’s favourite study buddy. Even if their study sessions were less study and more just hanging out. Jake wanted to make Jenna feel seen and heard, and he was certainly doing a good job at that. He let her vent about her problems and tried to give her advice. They would hang out, they were friends.

Jake was a little less open about his feelings and problems, but Jenna was observant. She noticed the way his shoulders started to drop a little, she noticed that his eyes didn’t light up the same way they used to, she noticed that his smile seemed a little forced, she noticed the way he avoided certain topics, the way he screwed up permission forms for parents only for him to hand in the crumpled letter a few days later, the way he only seemed to let himself relax when he was at a party.

Jenna was the first person to see through Jake’s act. Even if it wasn’t the whole picture. Finally, Jenna was able to return the favour and be Jake’s shoulder to cry on.

Jenna Rolan was widely known to spread any and every juicy bit of gossip she heard, but for some reason, Jake trusted her the most with the secret of his empty home.

Jake and Jenna care deeply about each other. Thick as thieves. Always looking out for each other.

…

Christine Canigula and Jake Dillinger were like fireworks. After a semi-disastrous first relationship that had suffered Chloe’s attempts at sabotage, they got on surprisingly well for exes. Like the best of friends, Christine was the first person that made Jake show off his soft side.

Christine doesn’t take shit from anyone and was not letting Jake get away with what happened during their relationship. We had an angry Christine and an already apologetic Jake.

A week later, they were hanging out again.

Jake wasn’t lying when he spoke to Christine the first time. He was enamoured seeing her act, and he loved watching her on that stage. He always loved watching her during rehearsal. She was fantastic, mesmerising, even if the play was Midsummer Night’s Dream but with zombies.

After the disastrous Midsummer Night’s Dream with Zombies, Jake decided that acting on a stage wasn’t really for him. He decided he’d be Christine’s partner when she wanted to run lines with someone, and that was it. If someone told him he should be in the upcoming school show, he’d respond with, “I am never stepping foot on that stage. The only way I’m getting up there is if Christine Canigula herself convinces me, and she never will.”

But she always does. She is determined.

Like the time he helped Christine run lines for the proper version of A Midsummer Night’s Dream. A scene with Helena and Demetrius, to be precise. It was weird and difficult, and Christine was uncomfortable. Jake had already decided he wasn’t going to act. He missed the auditions. But he didn’t want Christine doing this scene with just anyone.

Three days later, Jake was cast as Demetrius.

Christine and Jake are like fireworks. Jake and Christine are a force to be reckoned with. They’re wild and fun and love each other dearly. They’re the mum friends of the group, despite the fact they need to be reminded to eat, sleep, and take breaks. Organised messes.

But, of course, they make sure the other take care of themselves. The star athlete needs to remember to eat, and the star actor needs to sleep, of course. They support each other just as much as they support their friends.

…

Jake Dillinger decided Jeremy Heere was a pretty neat person after a dance-off on Halloween. Jake had only known Jeremy as the weird, awkward kid in his grade that Rich liked to mess with. The guy who was friends with the headphones guy with the cool hoodie.

But now, Jeremy was pretty cool.

Of course, that Jeremy he got to know wasn’t exactly the real Jeremy. Besides, that Jeremy was an ass. Cheating on Brooke by sleeping with Chloe in his parents’ bedroom? Not cool.

(Although that isn’t the true story, that was just what Jake saw that night).

The real Jeremy is also pretty neat. Much, much better than before. They mesh surprisingly well. It took a while for Jeremy to warm up to the idea of Jake wanting to be his friend.

If Jeremy was being honest, he was always jealous of Jake. Perfect skin, perfect hair, perfect body, perfect face, perfect everything. He was envious, and Jeremy was an asshole, so why was Jake trying to befriend him now?

But eventually, Jeremy began to warm up to Jake, allowing himself to enjoy the other’s company. Jake wasn’t all cool and chill and intimidating as he thought. Jake was a massive dork.

The first time Jake saw Jeremy’s room, he was gushing over anything and everything. Jeremy was almost dumbfounded. When he mentioned it around Rich and Michael, Rich just said that’s how Jake’s always been, and Michael told him about the Donkey Kong high score.

Jake and Jeremy were a wonderful pair. They balanced each other nicely. They grounded each other, they bought out sides of each other they didn’t know they had. Jeremy could learn to let loose, have fun, and make a fool of himself because Jake would be right there doing the same thing. Jake could learn to be soft, gentle, quiet, to relax because Jeremy proved to be some sort of calming presence in Jake’s whirlwind life.

Jake thought Jeremy was pretty neat; Jake liked being around Jeremy a lot.

…

Michael Mell always remained a mystery to Jake Dillinger. Michael was a mystery, and Jake was Indiana Jones. Or Lara Croft. Jake quite enjoyed the Tomb Raider games.

They had more in common than they thought.

And they admired each other for very similar reasons. Or opposites. Jake admired how little Michael cared what other people thought of him. Michael wished he could care a little bit more like Jake. Even though Michael was determined not to like Jake at first. The guy was just too perfect, but goddammit, he’s just too nice.

It was such a surprise when Michael found out that the top score on Donkey Kong at the arcade he was trying so hard to beat belonged to the one and only Jake Dillinger. Michael was determined to change that.

However, Jake was good at everything. But video games were not one of those things. The few exceptions are Tomb Raider and Donkey Kong. And Michael was determined to beat Jake at Donkey Kong. Michael was the self-appointed video game master. So, Michael would set up tournaments for the two of them, and Jake was just happy to spend time with Michael.

He liked being around Michael. The guy just seemed to know how to make anyone feel better; he was funny, gave the best hugs, and smoking with him was always pretty fun. Not to mention he felt right at home with the Mell family. Michael’s mothers always welcomed him into their home.

Eventually, they grew from their mutual admiration and one-sided gaming rivalry. Michael Mell and Jake Dillinger were great friends. They helped each other grow. The one thing they always had in common was how much they cared about their friends. Jake and Michael are the kings at gift-giving.

…

Jake Dillinger and Rich Goranski. Jake and Rich. Rich and Jake. Soulmates. They are always meant for each other, no matter what way that may be. They’ve been through hell and back and still have each other.

Maybe their relationship was built on a lie. But that doesn’t change how they felt about each other before the play, before Halloween.

Jake would wake up some nights, or maybe he was already awake at odd hours of the morning, to a knock on his door. He’d open it to find Rich standing there, a bag over his shoulder, and doing everything he could to avoid looking at Jake as he asked to crash on his couch for the night. Without fail, Jake always let him in.

It happened more and more, and Rich was always worried he was being a bother, but Jake liked the company. It went from Rich asking permission to sending a warning, to just showing up and knocking, to letting himself in if the door was unlocked.

Eventually, Jake got Rich his own key. And, very slowly, Rich just seemed to move in. And it just felt right. Jake liked having Rich around, and it motivated him to keep the kitchen stocked. And Rich liked having his safe place.

Jake and Rich are more than just best friends. They are fiercely protective of each other. Rich would jump to defend Jake. He’s explosive and ready to fight to defend those he loves. Jake is more quiet, reserved. (Maybe it’s because he wanted to focus on his friends, or maybe it’s because he doesn’t know how to process his emotions, so they sit on the back burner. Even he doesn’t know the answer to that). His focus lies more on Rich while sending the coldest death glare anyone could receive. An angry Jake Dillinger was not something you wanted.

Something then switched. Halloween. Everyone had gotten out of the house, and Jake had made sure of that. But he scanned the crowds of people for Rich, only to find him absent. Before anyone, including himself, could stop him, he ran back into the burning house. He would be damned if he lost Rich. And he found him, lighter in hand and an empty container of gasoline.

Jake was not going to lose Rich.

Jake grabbed Rich, opened the window, and jumped. That was the last time he saw Rich for a while.

They next saw each other after the play. Jake was mad. So, so, mad. Rich had seen Jake mad at other people but never at him. He knew he deserved Jake’s anger, and Jake started asking all these questions, some of which Rich didn’t know the answers to. Or he didn’t want to say them out of fear of them coming true. But they’re yelling, screaming, crying. They are both hurt, so, so hurt.

But they feel better once the silence falls over them. It’s a slow movement, but Jake slowly moves forward in the wheelchair, moving closer to Rich. He hesitates before grabbing his hand and giving it a gentle squeeze. And Rich crumbles. He cries again, covering his mouth to muffle the sobs. Jake gently tugs him down into a hug.

It’s a start to rebuilding their relationship. One full of honesty and trust and love and care. They’re open with each other, they love each other, they care for each other. Maybe Jake doesn’t know the real Rich, and maybe Rich doesn’t even know who he is anymore. But they’re finding out together.

It’s Jake and Rich. Rich and Jake. How it’s always been and how it should be. Friends, brothers, soulmates.

…

Jake used to think that maybe he just wasn’t meant for a family. Destined for flings and temporary relationships and for keeping people an arm’s length away from his heart.

It took a supercomputer pill to make him realise that he did have a family, right in front of him. They certainly weren’t the family he was asking for, but it was the family he needed.

His favourite way to describe his family is that one Lilo and Stitch quote:

“This is my family. I found it all on my own. It’s little and broken… but still good. Yeah, still good.”

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TO YOU , WORLDS AWAY : PART TWO : CHAPTER FOURTEEN

pairing: jake sully x fem!reader

summary: little parrot

word count: 2.8k

author's note: yay another chapter! :)

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When you saw Sylwanin lying in a pool of blood, the reality of what happened, what Quaritch had done, the weight of it all made you fall to your knees right next to her body.

You don’t remember crying right away. You really didn’t remember much of what you did except muttering her name countless times, hoping—praying that she was somehow still alive. You pressed your hands against the wounds to try and stop the heavy bleeding knowing it did nothing but stain your hands with scarlet.

What you did remember so vividly was Neytiri’s screams. You remembered her rushing toward her sister’s body, you remembered profusely apologizing to her but even now that was the last thing she had wanted to hear. And then you remembered her shoving you away and aiming her bow at you.

“LEAVE NOW, DEMON!” She screeched at you, tears running down her blue skin. “You do not belong here!” Through her sobs she kept the bow aimed at you but never let the arrow go. “Go! And be with your monsters!”

Neytiri remembered the way your eyes were glassy but you never shed a tear. She remembered you backing away from her in both fear of what she could possibly do to you and…well at the time she didn’t care much for what else you felt. All she wanted was the fear to be there, enough to get you to leave even though you both knew Neytiri would’ve never hurt you.

The two of you had never been close before Sylwanin’s death but Neytiri knew you well enough to tolerate, perhaps one day consider a friend if not for the Sky People interfering. And when you reappeared two years later with sa’nok, Neytiri didn’t know how to approach you. But Tsu’tey interacted with you fine. Somehow the two of you were always able to talk.

Neytiri wanted to have that with you. Be able to call you tsmuke and actually mean it and actually live like it together.

In a way, you were always meant to be a part of her family. She saw it back when Sylwanin took you under her wing. And she saw it even now…when it seemed as if you were long gone.

She felt it, somewhere within herself. You were not dead. Eywa would know, Mo’at would know, she would know.

Jake should know.

You were not dead. You were not dead. You were not dead.

The smell of burning wood tickled your nose and pulled you out of your slumber. Sleeping was the only thing you could really do, that and forcing yourself to sit up so that the healers could observe your bandages. It was exhausting every time. Ìtxata had been right about the damned machines. No matter how much that Dr. Chloe got excited about it, it was only slowing the inevitable. They weren’t doing anything different. Even you felt it in your body. You requested to be left alone, you didn’t want anymore people besides the healers to see your condition.

It didn’t matter how much you wanted to get up with every last bit of your strength to find Jake, the last thing you wanted was for him to see you like this. Besides, it had been five years, right? You’d imagine he has moved on already. And you hoped he did.

Yes, a part of you wanted to be selfish and hope that he had waited for you. But that was unrealistic. It didn’t even seem like he knew you were here on your last limb. And you didn’t want him to know. You didn’t want this to be the last time he saw you. If he had moved on, perhaps started a family, then that was good. That was what you preferred.

When you peeled your eyes open, you were startled to find a woman, a human woman, kneeling in front of a now lit fire pit. The dark blues and purples told you that it was now around evening time and the darker the sky got the brighter the fire became.

Just looking at the fire, feeling the heat from where you lied, made you wince. And your small shift caught the woman’s attention.

“Oh good, you’re awake.” The woman nodded. “The healers had told me to stay and feed you when you woke up..” She gestured to the food next to your hammock. “You should hurry up and eat before it gets cold…or colder.”

You didn’t move to grab it, “I’m not hungry but thanks, I guess.”

The woman shrugged, “You were starting to look a little too skinny anyway—plus I can’t help it sometimes with my mother instincts, I’m always trying to care for people, even when they tell me straight to my face that they don’t need it.”

You really were about to tell her that you didn’t need to be watched or looked after. All you really needed was peace and to be left alone.

“I recommend you eat at least a little bit.” She smirked as if reading your thoughts. “Unless you want one of the healers to come in here and force feed you, your choice.”

It was really ridiculous. What was the point? What would eating do to keep you alive right now? Your body was beyond repair and eating was supposed to be top priority? Bullshit.

When it was clear you weren’t going to reach for your food, the woman hummed and shrugged once more, “Suit yourself. I certainly won’t force you.” She then began searching the hut and sighed, “Damn it, the moment I take my eyes off of him—Spider! Spider, where are you?!”

You watched as the woman got up and poked her head out of the doorway of the hut, shouting for someone named Spider. You really didn’t know what or who a Spider was and you really couldn’t find yourself to care too much. You just wanted to be alone. That is all you asked for. That seemed to be an easier task before all of this, now it was such a difficult request you almost wanted to scream your head off.

“Ah! There you are!” The woman came back into the hut, dragging a young little boy with ruffled blonde hair inside. “I told you you could only come if you didn’t wander off, Miles! And look what you did the second I take my eyes off of you1”

When you looked at the boy, he couldn’t have been no older than five or six years old. He wore a pout on his face as he was forced to sit down by his mother. You were about to let your eyes wander away from him, at first not giving him a second glance, that is until he looked at you.

That was when your mind started to whirl. Even in your foggy state, there was no mistaking the subtle similarities. The name Miles registered in your mind after a few seconds. Sure, it could’ve been a coincidence, anyone could’ve been named Miles.

No.

Even if you wanted to believe that, there was still his father in his face.

The boy looked at you curiously, no familiarity crossing his face. There really couldn’t have been since you hadn’t met Quaritch’s son when he had been born. Too caught up in your own plans and the war. Hell, you didn’t even know he had survived it all.

But just to be sure, you lifted your head a bit and croaked out, “What’s your name?”

The boy blinked, surprised you were addressing him. He was adorable, you could give him that. “My name’s Spider.”

His mother sighed, “No, your name is Miles. Spider is just a nickname, remember? We talked about this, sweetie.”

Spider frowned, “But I like Spider better.” He then turned completely toward you, wide curious eyes watching you. “What’s your name, sleepy lady?”

It really shocked you. Because he was both Quaritch in small ways but his mother a lot more. That helped in a sense, helped you not to build any resentment when you looked at him. That wouldn’t have been fair to the boy anyway.

“I’m Y/N.” You finally say, slightly turning your body to the side to face him better as well. He wore clothes but you noticed on his arms were blue markings, similar to the stripes on the skin of the Na’vi. “What’s that you got there?”

Spider looked down at his skin and his eyes brightened, “I did it myself! I look more like them this way! Like the Na’vi!”

You wanted to laugh. Really let out a full belly laugh. But you were afraid you’d further injure yourself doing that so instead you let out a snort and smirked. “How fucking ironic.”

His mother, or now you assumed was his adoptive mother, glared at Spider, “Don’t repeat that. Only adults can say that, you hear me?”

Spider nodded with a frown and you tiredly grinned. This was the first time you felt a hint of anything besides grief and anger. Learning that Quaritch, the man who hated all Na’vi, has a kid who wanted to be a part of them? This was a literal gold mind.

And just like that your entire day had been made.

You looked at the woman in a new light now, “So, I’m guessing you’re not Paz then.”

Spider gasped, “You knew my mother?!” He crawled toward your hammock excitedly. “What was she like?”

“Miles.” The woman scolded but sighed as she turned to you. “No, I’m not. Unfortunately, both his parents were killed in the battle five years back. My husband and I have been raising this troublemaker ever since.” She ran a hand through her blonde hair, “Oh and I’m Mary by the way.”

So. Quaritch really was dead. There were both parts of you that felt relieved that he wasn’t around anymore to cause anymore strife along with the RDA but there was also a part of you that just felt…hollow….no that wasn’t the right word.

You were just glad that the Na’vi was finally safe from him. From the RDA. That meant something.

You turned your attention back to Spider who had been waiting for you to address him patiently. A small smile tugged at your lips, “Your mother and I met in passing but I wasn’t too close to her to have known her. Sorry, kid.” You hesitated on your next words. “But I knew your father.”

The boy’s face fell slightly, “Oh. That’s okay, I guess.” He didn’t ask how you knew him. Didn’t seem interested when you mentioned him. That told you he had some inkling of who his father was and probably what he had done. That was a good thing too you supposed.

And really, you didn’t want to talk about him either so you changed the subject, “So, tell me about your time with the Na’vi. Have you visited the Omatikaya Clan?”

Spider’s face lit up again as he nodded excitedly, “Yeah, I live there! I’m one of the few humans there but I’m going to become Na’vi too someday!”

“Really?” You grinned, still finding delight in his love for the people. “Have you learned a lot?”

“Not a lot. Mom’s always bringing me back home before I can.” He pouted while Mary rolled her eyes from the corner of the room.

You smirked, “What about the language?”

Spider hesitated, tapping his chin thoughtfully before responding slowly, “Only a little. Still burning.”

A chuckle left your lips, “Still learning.”

“Still learning.” Spider repeated nearly perfectly.

“Good job!” You thought of a few more words he could try. “Can you say ngaru lu fpom srak?”

“Ngaru lu fpom srak?”

“Good, good. Now smon nìprrte.”

“Smon nìprrte!”

“Wow, you’re a fast learner.” And you really meant it, the boy was almost a natural at speaking the language. He just needed someone to take the time to teach him. “You do it so perfectly. Like a little parrot.”

Spider grinned widened, “Can you teach me? You’re one of the only humans that can do it perfectly!”

Mary frowned from her corner, “Miles…”

You waved her off, “No, no, it’s fine.” He possibly didn’t know or understand your situation. Though, you couldn’t find it in yourself to tell him. That bright smile, that yearning to learn the Na’vi way, it brought back a little flicker of something. Something that you hadn’t known you had missed until now.

It was the same feeling you got back when you were teaching Jake. Or when Grace was teaching you. It should’ve made you sad when you realize how long ago that was now that you thought about it. It did make you sad.

But Spider’s childlike excitement somehow made it a little easier.

Grace had said you were always good with kids.

“If your mother allows you back, I’ll teach you as much as I can.” You tell him, trying not to let your sadness show to the naïve boy. “But it’s also up to you to continue learning and practicing…in case I won’t be…in case you won’t be back for a while. Okay, little parrot?”

Spider nodded, “I’ll practice! I promise!”

Mary then stood, “Alright, kiddo. Let’s let Miss Y/N get some rest.” He pouted but got up to go over to his mother, “Say goodnight.”

“Goodnight, Y/N!!”

“Call me, Doc and goodnight, Parrot.”

Before Mary had come back, you reached for the food that still sat next to your hammock. Despite the cold temperature, you attempted eating some of it. Just a little bit. When Mary came back, she sighed exhaustedly, “Sorry about him. I know he can get a little excitable sometimes.”

You finished one of the dragon fruits, “It’s fine. Really…He kind of reminds me of the Na’vi children I used to help…that I used to assist in teaching, I guess.”

Mary stared at you for a few seconds before realization crossed her features, “Oh right, you worked with Dr. Augustine at the—”

“At the school, yes.” You nodded, not wanting too much about it. If you did, you were sure you would break down into tears. And you really didn’t feel like doing that in front of a woman you had just met.

Fortunately, Mary took the hint and didn’t say anything else. Nor did she acknowledge that you were eating, well, attempting to. Instead she poked at the bonfire a few times before wishing you a goodnight and leaving you in the hut. You finished some of the food by then.

And then you cried. You cried. And you cried. And you cried.

“Can I go and play with the other kids now?”

Norma Spellman blinked and turned to look at Spider who was sitting on the table next to him. It was one of those days where the boy would sneak away from his adoptive parents and hang around either the lab or go and find the Sully kids whenever they were free.

But he had never heard the boy speak Na’vi—well yes a few times in broken vocabulary and phrases—but this was the first time he had heard him speak it, almost perfectly.

Norm titled his head curiously at the boy, “Have you been hanging around the Sully’s a lot lately? How have you been learning your Na’vi?”

The boy smiled, “Have I gotten better? I’ve been practicing really hard like she told me!”

Well that’s nice to know. Norm knew how much the boy wanted to fit into the Na’vi culture and their ways. The first thing to do would be to learn their language. And it seemed, whoever his new teacher was, was helping him get there quite fast.

“Who’s this teacher, you’ve got?” Norm asked him in Na’vi, hoping to subtly teach him to continue a conversation. “Does she live with the Olangi Clan in the plains? You’ve been going there a lot lately.”

Spider nodded, “Yes, Doc has taught me a lot!”

“Doc? Is that her name?”

“No, her name is Y/N but she says I can call her Doc too.”

He had said it so casually, Norm had almost missed what the boy had said. The tablet he had been holding had slipped from his fingers and onto the floor, startling Spider. “Spider.” Norm said in English carefully. Heart racing in his chest. “What did you just say?”

Spider looked nervous, “A-About Doc?”

“No, her name.” Norm calmed himself down, not wanting to scare the poor kid. But he had to know. He had to know he wasn’t hearing things. He had to know he wasn’t going crazy and imagining shit. “What was her name?”

Spider looked confused but said slowly, “Um, her name is Y/N. I think my mom said Y/N L/N but she tells me to call her Doc mostly.” He then grinned. “And she calls me Parrot!”

Oh my god.

Norm scrambled to pick up the tablet from off the floor and placed it down on the table next to Spider. He knelt down in front of the kid and whispered.

“Tell me everything.”

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