elle ⭐️

–

megan woke up in a cold sweat, lara shaking her awake like the purge had started.

“megan, what are you doing?! wake up!” lara yells, making megan groan.

she sits up, an annoyed look on her face making lara even more irritated.

“what is so important that you’re shaking me awake?!” megan exclaims, causing lara to hit the girl softly.

“the ep came out mei, we have promo to do.” lara replies, making megan jolt up from her bed.

“seriously?! what time is it?” megan stammered, grabbing her clothes for the day off the edge of her bed.

“uhhh like 6:35..” lara shrugs, making megan’s heart drop.

“don’t we leave at seven?!”

“maybe..”

“why didn’t you wake me up earlier!” megan yells throwing a random shirt at lara, making the latter stumble a bit.

“the hell was that for—“ lara starts, getting cut off by a knock on the door.

the door opens to reveal sophia and y/n, one who looked pissed while the other had a look of sympathy.

“you two need to hurry, we leave in fifteen,” sophia says, her frustration growing when seeing megan, “did you just wake up..?” she asks.

megan grimaces, turning around towards the bathroom before muttering a small ‘yes’. sophia sighs, “just be ready by 6:55.”

sophia shuts the door behind her, leaving y/n alone with the two girls. there was a long period of silence before y/n spoke up.

“sorry, i just wanted to give you this back.” y/n says, holding out a hoodie.

megan recognized it immediately, the memories coming back of last night. her and y/n watched a movie the night before, and it dragged on pretty late. (presumably why megan woke up late, she didn’t know how y/n didn’t.) but it was cold in the living room, so megan gave the girl her jacket. megan tried not to smile at the thought, remembering how cute y/n looked in it.

megan nodded and took the hoodie away from y/n, their hands brushing just enough to make the ginger girl blush.

“thank you.” megan mutters, to which y/n nods.

y/n left the room soon after, a confused look on lara’s face.

“how’d y/n get your hoodie?” lara asks, to which megan shrugs.

“we were watching a movie last night.” megan replies, walking towards their bathroom.

“you mean to tell me that you, megan skiendiel successfully hung out with y/n without embarrassing yourself.. alone?!” lara joked, making her roommate roll her eyes.

“i’m not that bad..” megan mumbles, slamming the bathroom door shut.

she sighed, taking a deep breath before taking her toothbrush out of the cup. megan thought back to her dream the night before, she tried not to dwell on it once she woke up but especially after y/n came into her room it was hard. the dream was reoccurring, and it wasn’t unusual for megan to have dreams about her best friend. most of them had actually happened, her dreams consisting of soft touches and quiet moments between the two. megan could never get them out of her mind, the thought making her groan. she had just finished brushing her teeth, when the door opened revealing lara.

“are you ready?” the girl at the door exclaims, shouts being heard in the background (from sophia) making megan suppress a laugh.

“yeah almost.” she replies, packing up her bag.

“good. sophia’s fuse has already blown.” lara mumbles.

“where to first?” megan asks, but even while lara explained all she could think about was y/n and their hands brushing momentarily.

“are you listening?” lara deadpans.

“yeah, yeah. you said a netflix interview?”

“lord.. just get in the car.”

—

the girls had finally arrived at their set, everyone getting ready for the long day. megan was getting her makeup done right next to y/n, the latter making small talk.

“mei, did you see this?” y/n asks, moving her phone up to megan’s line of sight.

it was an edit of megan with her ginger hair, during their first ‘debut’ performance.

“they captured your beauty so well.” y/n mutters, completely in awe at the edit.

the compliment made megan flustered, the girl mumbling a small ‘thank you’. megan’s makeup artist nudged her softly, choosing to ignore the interaction between the girls.

“keep your head this way.” she scolds, tilting megan’s face towards her.

megan sunk into her seat, ignoring y/n giggling at her. she already knew this was going to be a long, grueling day. and a lot of it was going to end in scolding from sophia.

–

the set was like just about another set the girls had been on. there were bright lights, crew members running around in the back, an interviewer smiling at them with professionalism, and all seven of them seated together. four of them on a couch, the other three seated on arm chairs surrounding the couch. megan was sitting on the arm chair closest to the couch, y/n to her left, lara to her right. she was bouncing her leg due to nervousness, lara catching this quickly.

“megan.” lara whispers, catching the attention of the nervous girl next to her.

“yeah?”

“keep your composure for an hour and i’ll get you hainan chicken rice.” lara says.

megan could barely contain her smile, the girl stopped bouncing her leg and focused in on the interview that was just beginning.

the interview started off smoothly, sophia leading the way and surprisingly her co-leader was y/n. they answered question after question, but still left room for additions or new perspectives. the qualities katseye were known for shined in this interview, they all seemed so close to each other (especially a certain two girls).

“so,” the interviewer starts, “who do we think is the light of the group during promotion times?” she asks.

y/n speaks first, “i say megan, she never fails to make my day.”

this caught megan off guard, and she looked at y/n with admiration in her eyes.

“thank you.” she responds, trying to hide her big grin.

some of the other girls agreed, others choosing their own. but megan didn’t pay attention, all she was focused on was y/n’s soft smile. y/n never smiled big for the camera, like if she did it would show a different side of her. a side only those close to her knew. megan noticed it all the time, the way her smile changed from their moments together behind doors to when they were filming anything. it made megan feel special, that she was one of the only people who truly got to see that smile. a smile so beautiful it melted her heart everytime.

the interview soon came to a close, the staff clapping once the camera was shut off.

“great work today!” someone announces, leading to more celebration.

the katseye girls shook hands with all of the crew before leaving. and what happened next, megan couldn’t have expected it in a million years to happen. y/n took her hand and squeezed it, obviously anxious about something. megan felt nervous for a moment, her loose grip on her crushes  friends turning into a tight grip. they had stepped outside now but megan didn’t care, paparazzi taking pictures of them as she leaned in.

“everything alright?” she whispers, simply the closeness making y/n red.

“yeah, just feel safer with your hand in mine.” y/n whispers back, smiling.

megan nods, “whatever you need, I'm here.”

it didn’t matter to either of them that they were gonna be the top of both headlines the next day, what mattered to them was a feeling of being free. they felt safe from judgement with each other.

—

unfortunately that moment was how megan woke up to hundreds of text messages from just about everyone she knew.

the bright light of her phone makes her groan, her face dropping once she reads the messages.

“shit.” megan mumbles.

“what’s up?” lara asks, the girl turning on her bed to face megan.

“management texted me, so did y/n. assuming i have a meeting with both soon.” megan replies, throwing her face into her pillow in annoyance.

“what even could it be about..”

“i don’t know, maybe the fact the two of you are trending right now.” lara shrugs.

“huh?!” megan exclaims.

lara just gave the girl her phone, a short clip of her and y/n holding hands the previous day being displayed. the text on the video speculated that they might be dating, to which megan laughed at.

“dating is crazy.” she says, giving the phone back to lara.

“right sooo crazy, i’m sure you’re so opposed to that.” lara teases, laughing at her roommate.

“okay shut up.” megan replies, rolling her eyes.

“it’d never happen.” megan mutters before closing the bathroom door shut to get ready.

yeah, she spoke too soon.

—

once megan had arrived at the company, she parked and made her way to the front where she saw y/n.

“megan!” y/n calls, immediately hugging megan as she approaches.

y/n’s hands wrapped around megan’s neck, the latter wrapping hers around y/n’s waist.

“i hope everythings okay..” y/n mumbles into megan’s neck.

megan begins to nod, before stopping to think about it.

“yeah, i’m sure it will.” she replies.

“ready to go in?” megan asks, to which y/n nods.

the atmosphere of the building felt off, the girl at the desk immediately recognizing the two.

“katseye..” she mutters, her voice trailing.

“follow me.” the receptionist says simply, leading the two girls up the elevator.

they soon approached a room, to which the receptionist opened. the two girls being met with a multitude of management. y/n sucked in a breath, her hand instinctively going to interlock with megan’s but instead it went right back to her side following the gazes of the higher ups.

“both of you sit.” one of them says, which megan recognizes to be their group manager.

they both sat, all of the people in the room keeping a stern look on their faces. it intimidated megan a bit, but y/n felt something was off. she knew they were going to ask something of them, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on it.

“i’m sure you’ve seen the clips by now. the two of you have taken the internet by storm..” their group manager starts.

“your chemistry is undeniable and for damage control we’ve decided..”

“the two of you will be fake dating, appearances will start the next time we do promo, and an announcement will be made as soon as possible.” he finishes.

the room went completely silent, megan and y/n not daring to look at each other in fear.

“but what if they find out it isn’t real?” y/n asks, the words making megan’s heart sting.

megan didn’t know why y/n’s words hurt so bad, and she chose to just shake it off. she couldn’t be mad it wasn’t like they were exclusively or anything.

“they won’t, you’re already fooling them now.” their manager shrugs.

that made megan and y/n look at each other finally. they gave each other a look of approval, before megan spoke up.

“we’ll do it.”

–

the first few weeks of pretending was hard, all of it hurting megan’s heart. but she told herself it would be okay, she’d get over y/n eventually right? megan remembered the day the announcement came out like it was yesterday (probably because she skimmed over it almost everyday), and the words from the meeting were echoing in her brain.

‘but what if they find out it isn’t real?’

the words made megan grimace as she thought about them, leading her to also remember their first appearance together. they were scheduled to appear at a coffee shop together and to walk in holding hands and out holding hands. it was overwhelming for the both of them, paparazzi finding them almost instantly. the flash bothered y/n and megan could tell, leading the latter to take off her sunglasses.

“here.” she whispered to her ‘girlfriend’, holding out the sunglasses.

“thank you.” y/n replies, smiling as she put them on.

the cafe was quiet before they walked in, faces staring their direction after the commotion outside. megan ordered for them, quickly apologizing to the workers before ushering y/n to a table.

“this is crazy..” megan murmured, to which y/n nods.

“didn’t know people would be so interested in two idols dating.” y/n says.

“i mean, maybe it’s cause you look really good.” megan breathes out, her pulse quickening as she realizes her words.

“they need to capture your beauty.”

y/n recognized the words, remembering back to last week when she had said them. she suppressed a smile, rolling her eyes at her friend.

megan’s eyes never left y/n, the latter smirking at her words.

“really?”

“really.”

“you know they can’t hear us, mei.” y/n teases.

“mhm, just wanted to make sure you knew.” megan shrugs, making y/n nudge her gently.

“save your flirting for when we leave.” y/n mumbles, megan’s words clearing affecting her.

megan just laughs, the interaction was cut short by their food and drinks being served. small talk was made while they ate, snippets of it being caught on camera and posted. in one of the videos from an outside view, y/n and megan were seen sitting very close. megan reached her hand up to brush y/n’s hair away from her face, the girl in question turning red. this clip in particular blew up, which led to edits and fanart being made for the two referencing the interaction.

now in the present (two weeks later from the cafe), the katseye girls were having their weekly movie night.

“megan you and y/n are such cute fake girlfriends.” manon says.

unfortunately, y/n was asleep during this so megan had to deal with the teasing.

“it almost feels a little too real.” manon follows up, making megan laugh.

“right, whatever you say grannie.” megan replies, making her oldest member hit her.

megan grimaced in pain, “ow..”

“i am not that old, i’m only 21.” manon insists, rolling her eyes.

“right..”

“hey!”

megan found it hard to sleep that night, her thoughts loud. she couldn’t stop thinking about what manon had said, her face flushing. sometimes it did feel a little too real, interacting with y/n. the two hadn’t kissed yet, but it felt as though they were courting each other. megan wanted more, she knew she did from the beginning. but she also knew she couldn’t have more, not unless she actually did anything more than flirting with y/n. megan sighed, rolling onto her side. she tried to sleep for a moment, before a loud ‘ping!’ came from her phone. megan rolled back over, picking up her phone.

megan couldn’t stop herself from smiling at her phone. she quickly got up though, pocketing her phone. megan tip-toed through her room to make sure lara wouldn’t wake up and gently closed the door. she made her way into the living room, her smile reappearing at the sight of y/n.

“hi.” y/n whispers, smiling back.

“hey.” megan replies.

“let’s go?”

“yeah.”

–

the walk upstairs was quiet, but not the awkward kind. the two girls had their hands interlocked, the action feeling so natural now. it still made megan a little nervous in all honesty, but she didn’t cherish anything more than these moments with y/n. they both sat near the edge, far enough to be safe but close enough to see the city.

“do you ever feel like this is weird?” y/n asks, her voice soft.

megan swallows, “what do you mean?”

“sometimes—” y/n starts, taking a deep breath.

“sometimes, i forget this isn’t real.” she admits.

y/n’s words make megan look at her, as if she would run away any minute now. megan contemplates what she say next, a love confession on the tip of her tongue. yet, she bites it back choosing a more neutral option.

“i do too.” megan confesses, making y/n smile.

y/n lays her head on megan’s shoulder, “the stars are so beautiful.”

“yeah they are.” megan replies.

she wasn’t looking at the stars though, her eyes stuck on the girl next to her. what did y/n mean?

megan just sighs, her eyes turning to the stars now. they really were beautiful, but not as much as the girl next to her.

—

the next day megan woke up with a headache. not from anything crazy, but from the silent crying she had done the night before. it irked her to admit but the fact she couldn’t confess her feelings to y/n made her angry with herself. it was the perfect moment, y/n even admitting that she forgot their moments weren’t real. but it was too late now, and megan couldn’t have regretted anything more.

they had rehearsal now unfortunately, so she had no time to process what had happened the night before. megan got up and began getting ready, gaining an incredulous look from lara.

“you look rough.” lara remarks.

“i’m stressed about jingle ball.”  megan says lying through her teeth.

“you sure it has nothing to do with your fake girlfriend?” lara teases.

“no.” megan deadpans.

megan quickly grabbed her bag before leaving the room, in arrogance. she just wanted to get rehearsal over with fast.

yet she couldn’t focus at all during it, getting frustrated with herself numerous times for stupid mistakes. megan couldn’t bring herself to stop thinking about last night, her eyes trailing on the girl dancing. megan sucked in a breath, before getting nudged by daniela.

“you gonna stare at her all day or tell her?” dani asks, taking megan out of her trance.

“tell her what?” megan acts innocent, making daniela roll her eyes.

“that you’re secretly in love with her. well.. not secretly but–” daniela says.

“shut up.” megan retorts, cutting her off.

“i’ll tell her after practice.” megan says.

“you better.”

–

megan stayed after practice to polish her steps up, not noticing the door open behind her.

“megan? you’re still here?” y/n ponders, making megan turn around.

“oh. yeah, need to make sure i have it down.” megan replies.

“you push yourself too hard.” y/n scolds.

“can’t get better if i don’t.” megan shrugs.

“you say that like you don’t work hard at rehearsals..” y/n mumbles, moving to stand next to megan.

“it’s not enough.”

“megan.” y/n warns, “what’s up with you? like actually. you’ve been so off today.”

megan’s face softened at her words, y/n was always so observant. sometimes it was a blessing, other times it was a curse.

“can i tell you something?” megan whispers.

y/n just nods, her eyes moving to megan’s face now.

“i think– i think i’m in love with you. no actually i know i am, i’ve loved you since we became friends.” megan confesses, her words leaving a bitter taste on her tongue.

there was a beat of silence, one that could end in many different ways.

“megan.”

“yeah?”

“i’m in love with you too.”

megan starts smiling like an idiot at this, “wait like actually?”

y/n laughs, “i would never lie to you mei.”

“so what now?” megan asks, keeping her distance from y/n like something would happen if she got too close.

y/n quickly closed this distance, wrapping her hands around megan’s neck. leading to megan instinctively holding her waist.

“there’s a lot that i’m thinking about right now,” y/n breathes out, the proximity making both girls nervous.

“but i need to do this first. before it drives me even more crazy.” she finishes.

y/n’s hands moved up to megan’s face, cupping her cheeks.

“are you gonna—“

“less talking.”

y/n lips crash onto megan’s, the latter’s hands tightening around y/n’s waist. y/n had been waiting for this moment since forever, just the feeling of her lips on megan's driving her crazy. the kiss lasted for a good while until they both broke away for air.

“that was.. wow.” megan stammers, making y/n laugh.

“so what are we?” megan asks.

“together?” y/n replies.

“wait but i wanted to ask you on one of our dates..” megan frowns.

“have you been picturing this?” y/n teases.

megan rolls her eyes, “no..” she says suppressing a smile.

“right.” y/n says giggling.

“but okay, you can ask me out formally. for now, we can still be best friends.” y/n jokes, making megan groan.

“we can be unofficial together..” megan asserts.

y/n nods, taking megan’s hand into hers.

“can we go to the rooftop?”

an almost uncomfortable warmth pressed against your side. your brows pinched together as you blinked into the darkness, the room only faintly lit by the glow leaking through the gap in the curtains. it took a second for your eyes to adjust before the shape curled against you came into focus.

megan.

at some point during the night she’d moved completely across the bed, abandoning her own pillow entirely.

one arm was lazily draped over your waist, her cheek squashed against your shoulder, dark hair spilling over both of you in messy strands. the pale pink streaks framing her face had long since escaped wherever she’d tucked them before bed, falling across flushed cheeks and brushing against your neck every time she breathed.

she looked… exhausted, not asleep in the peaceful way she usually was. her lips were slightly parted as she breathed through her mouth, every inhale sounding heavier than it should have. wisps of hair clung to her forehead, damp with sweat, and even in the dim light you could make out the faint redness dusting the bridge of her nose.

carefully, trying not to wake her, you brushed the loose strands back. the second your fingers touched her forehead, your stomach dropped.

she was burning “…mei?” nothing.

just a quiet, sleepy hum as she instinctively leaned further into your touch. you rested the back of your hand against her forehead again, hoping you’d imagined it but you hadn’t.

“megan.” this time she stirred, eyebrows knitting together before one eye cracked open.

“…mm?” her voice came out rough, thick with sleep, the single syllable dissolving into a congested sniffle.

“you’ve got a fever.”

she frowned as though you’d accused her of something ridiculous. “…no, i don’t.”

a tiny cough interrupted her before she could finish the sentence. she let out a quiet groan, burying her face against your shoulder like that somehow ended the conversation.

“i’m fine…” the words were almost completely muffled by your t-shirt.

you looked down at the girl practically folded into your side, her breathing already evening out again despite insisting she was awake.

you stayed where you were. there wasn’t much else you could do.

the coolness of your palm remained against megan’s forehead while the rest of your hand disappeared into the soft strands of dark hair fanned across the pillow. every few moments your fingers would brush the pink pieces framing her face back behind her ear, only for them to slip loose again as she shifted.

she really was burning. you’d never felt her skin this warm before. her breathing came through slow but heavier than normal, every inhale catching slightly against the congestion before leaving in a soft sigh through parted lips.

every now and then she’d wrinkle her nose in her sleep, letting out a quiet sniffle before instinctively pressing herself even closer to you.

she’d always been affectionate. normally she’d end up on your side of the bed at some point during the night anyway, tangled around you without either of you remembering when it’d happened.

tonight felt different as if she wasn’t just close because she wanted to be. she was looking for comfort without even knowing it.

your thumb brushed absentmindedly across her temple. she hummed quietly, barely awake, her forehead unconsciously nudging into your hand before settling again.

the corners of your mouth softened. for another ten minutes, maybe longer, you simply lay there.

watching and listening. every so often checking her forehead again, almost hoping it’d somehow cooled.

it hadn’t and if anything, she felt warmer.

her breathing finally evened into something deeper, the little furrow between her brows smoothing away as sleep pulled her under properly this time.

only then did you consider moving, very carefully. you started with the arm trapped beneath her shoulders, easing it free an inch at a time.

megan frowned and you froze. a sleepy sigh escaped her as she buried her face further into your pillow, replacing you with the duvet she’d instinctively pulled closer.

you waited another few seconds. when she didn’t stir again, you slowly slipped out from underneath her.

the mattress shifted beneath your weight. another pause. you quietly tucked the edge of the blanket back around her shoulders before standing.

the floorboards were cool beneath your feet as you padded into the hallway, careful to avoid the spots you already knew creaked.

the apartment was dark, illuminated only by the faint blue glow of the microwave clock.

3:34 a.m.

the kitchen light stayed off. instead, you opened the cupboard by memory, fingertips brushing over boxes of tea before finding the small plastic container tucked behind them.

the thermometer.

next came the medicine drawer.

paracetamol or ibuprofen?

you hesitated for a second before taking the paracetamol instead, setting two tablets beside the thermometer. she’d need to eat something before taking anything stronger.

the tap squeaked quietly as you turned it the smallest amount. cold water streamed over a clean face cloth, the sound seeming impossibly loud in the otherwise silent apartment.

you squeezed the excess water out until it was damp instead of dripping, folding it neatly into a rectangle the way your mother used to whenever someone was ill.

lastly, you filled a glass halfway with water. just enough that she’d actually drink it without having to force herself.

the bedroom door clicked softly behind you as you nudged it open with your shoulder.

the glass of water trembled ever so slightly against the thermometer in your hand, careful not to spill as you crossed back to the bed.

megan was still curled into the dip you’d left behind, the duvet gathered beneath her chin, one arm stretched lazily across your side of the mattress. her face was almost hidden by the pillow now, dark hair spilling over it in tangled waves, the faded pink pieces brushing against her flushed cheeks.

you set everything down on the bedside table one piece at a time: the thermometer, the folded cloth, the water, two tablets pushed carefully from their foil packet.

the mattress dipped beneath your weight as you settled beside her again.

you brushed your knuckles lightly across her cheek.

“baby.”

her breathing stayed deep and slow.

“…mei.”

a little hum vibrated in the back of her throat. her brows pulled together before her eyes blinked open, unfocused at first, taking a second to find you sitting beside her.

“there you are…” her voice was barely more than a whisper, rough from sleep and thick with congestion.

“i’m right here.”

she looked at you for another second before lifting one hand towards you without thinking.

you slipped your fingers through hers, smiling when you felt the tension leave her shoulders almost immediately.

you squeezed her hand gently before reaching for the cloth beside you.

“i’m just gonna put this on your forehead, okay?”

she gave the smallest nod. the cool fabric touched her skin and she let out a quiet breath, her face softening almost immediately.

“…that feels nice.”

for a while neither of you spoke. you simply sat there, your thumb absentmindedly tracing over the back of her hand while she rested with her eyes closed.

her skin was still far too warm. when you lifted the thermometer from the bedside table, she noticed the movement.

“…do i have to?”

“you do.”

a tiny sigh. she opened her mouth just enough for you to slide it beneath her tongue before letting her head tip against your shoulder.

outside, dawn was beginning to soften the sky beyond the curtains, though the room remained dim enough that the bedside lamp cast most of the light.

the thermometer beeped.

you frowned at the number, still high and higher than you’d hoped. you set it back down before reaching for the glass.

“come on, baby.” you slipped an arm behind her back “let’s get you sitting up.”

she tried, but halfway there she paused, closing her eyes “…everything’s spinning.”

“i know.” you kept an arm around her until the dizziness passed, letting her lean as much of her weight against you as she needed.

once she’d settled, you held the glass out.

“just a little.”

she took two careful sips before making a face “my throat hurts.”

“i know.”

another sip.

“good.” you placed the tablets into her palm. she stared at them for a second before swallowing them without complaint, chasing them with the last mouthful of water.

the effort alone seemed to tire her out. she rested her forehead against your shoulder, eyes falling shut again.

you could feel the warmth radiating from her even through your t-shirt. quietly, you rubbed your hand up and down her back “meg?”

“hm?”

“i think you need to stay home today.”

she was silent for a moment, then she shook her head against your shoulder“we’ve got rehearsals.”

“i know.”

“we’re only a couple weeks out from olivia’s festival.” her words came slowly, each sentence separated by a small pause while she gathered enough breath “i really shouldn’t…”

a cough caught her off guard. she turned instinctively into your shoulder, coughing into the sleeve of her shirt.

it lingered long enough that you found yourself rubbing slow circles between her shoulder blades until it eased.

when she finally looked back up, her eyes were glossy “i’m okay,” she tried again, her voice little more than a rasp.

another cough interrupted her before she’d even finished the sentence. you waited until it passed, then tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

“babe.” she looked at you “olivia rodrigo can wait.”

a tiny crease appeared between her brows.

“so can rehearsal.”

she opened her mouth to answer, but you gently shook your head “you’re exhausted.”

“you’ve got a fever.”

“and right now,” you murmured, brushing your thumb lightly across her flushed cheek, “i’d rather have you asleep in bed than pushing yourself because you feel guilty.”

for a long time, she didn’t say anything. she just looked at you. then, almost reluctantly, her shoulders sank.

“…will you text the group?”

“of course.”

“they’re gonna tell me off.”

a small smile found your lips “no.” you brushed another kiss against her forehead. “they’re probably going to tell you exactly what i’m telling you.”

her head found its way back onto your shoulder before either of you spoke again.

~~~~~

by the time morning properly settled over the apartment, very little had changed.

the fever had never really broken. it had dipped enough during the early hours that you’d managed another couple of hours of sleep, curled around megan with one hand absentmindedly checking her forehead every time either of you stirred.

you waited until her breathing slipped back into a deep, even rhythm before easing yourself out of bed again.

this time she barely moved. just a sleepy sound in the back of her throat before instinctively curling around your pillow instead.

you smiled to yourself, pulling the duvet a little higher over her shoulder.

“i’ll be right back,” you whispered, even though you knew she was asleep.

soft sunlight filtered through the kitchen windows, catching against the wooden countertops while the kettle hummed quietly in the background.

you kept breakfast simple. a small saucepan of oats bubbled gently on the stove, filling the kitchen with the faint smell of cinnamon and honey. you sliced half a banana into thin rounds, setting them to one side before reaching for a mug.

hot water with lemon and honey for megan, hoping it’d soothe her throat a little.

the house stayed quiet. you found yourself glancing towards the staircase every few minutes without really meaning to.

she’d usually have wandered down by now, music already playing from her phone while she danced around the kitchen waiting for breakfast.

just as you reached to stir the oats again, a floorboard creaked upstairs. you looked up and a few slow footsteps followed.

when megan finally appeared at the top of the stairs, your heart sank a little. she looked exhausted.

your oversized shirt hung loosely from her frame, the sleeves swallowing most of her hands while the hem fell to the tops of her thighs. one side had slipped from her shoulder sometime during the night, exposing warm skin still flushed from the fever.

her hair was a mess. dark waves fell in every direction and a few strands stuck lightly against her forehead where she’d been sweating overnight.

she paused halfway down the stairs, blinking slowly as though she’d forgotten why she’d gotten up in the first place.

“morning,” you said softly.

she looked over and the second she saw you, something in her expression eased.

“morning.” her voice was even rougher than it had been a few hours earlier.

she reached the bottom step without taking her eyes off you.

“you should’ve stayed in bed.”

“mhm.” she wandered into the kitchen at an almost sleepy shuffle, one hand rubbing at her eye before stopping beside you.

for a second she simply stood there, looking at the saucepan on the stove. then, without saying anything, she stepped closer.

her forehead rested lightly against the back of your shoulder.

you smiled to yourself “hi, baby.”

a tiny hum answered you. her hands found the sides of your shirt, fingers curling loosely into the fabric as she leaned just a little more of her weight against you.

you didn’t comment, just kept slowly stirring the oats with one hand while the other reached back to rest over hers.

“you okay?”

another little hum “…tired.”

“i know.”

“my head hurts.”

“i know.”

“my throat hurts.”

“i know.”

she was quiet for another moment “so does everything else.”

you let out the smallest laugh, turning the heat down before twisting slightly to look at her. she hadn’t lifted her head, her eyes were closed.

“you feeling dizzy?”

“a little.”

“you wanna sit down?”

she shook her head against your shoulder “no.”

“no?”

“wanna stay here.” there wasn’t any whining in her voice, just a simple sleepy admission.

you brushed your fingers through the hair at the nape of her neck “okay.”

the kitchen settled into silence again. the only sounds were the gentle bubbling from the saucepan and the occasional sniffle from where megan stood tucked against your back.

every now and then she’d shift a fraction closer, as though trying to steal whatever warmth you had despite running a fever herself.

the oats were finished before either of you moved. you turned the hob off carefully “baby.”

“mhm?”

“i need to plate this up.”

a small pause, then she opened her eyes, looked down at where she was practically attached to your side, and gave the faintest sheepish smile.

“…sorry.”

“you’ve got nothing to apologise for.”

she nodded once.

“can i still come with you?”

~~~~~

the rest of the day settled into an unexpectedly slow rhythm.

the apartment, usually filled with music or rehearsal videos playing somewhere in the background, stayed almost completely quiet. the television murmured softly from the living room, more for company than because either of you were paying much attention to it.

after breakfast, megan insisted she felt well enough to shower.

“you don’t have to help me,” she’d mumbled, already making her way upstairs.

you let her partly because you knew she valued doing things herself and partly because you didn’t want her to feel like you were hovering.

she made it as far as the bathroom. the shower ran for barely ten minutes before you heard the door open again.

you looked up from your phone just as she appeared in the hallway, damp hair dripping onto the oversized shirt she’d changed back into.

“hey.”

she offered you a tired smile “hi.”

“you alright?”

“mhm.” she took another step then stopped “actually…” her hand found the wall beside her “i think i stood up too fast.”

you were beside her before she’d even finished speaking. one arm slipped around her waist automatically. she let out a quiet breath as some of her weight rested against you.

“easy.”

“i’m okay.” it was the same answer she’d been giving you since three that morning, only this time it sounded less convincing.

you waited until the dizziness passed before walking her back downstairs, one hand resting lightly against the middle of her back.

she didn’t pull away, but normally she’d probably laugh, tell you she wasn’t ninety years old. today she simply accepted it.

~~~~~

by lunchtime, her temperature had finally started to come down. enough that her cheeks weren’t quite as flushed and that she wasn’t shivering anymore but every bit of progress seemed to come with another wave of exhaustion.

you found her standing in front of the fridge a while later. the door was open and she was just… looking inside.

“what’re we thinking?” you asked.

she blinked at the shelves “…i forgot.”

“what?”

“what i came in here for.”

you smiled gently “probably water.”

“…yeah.” a beat “…actually maybe i wanted juice.”

you reached past her, grabbing both “we’ll take both.” she laughed quietly through her nose “i don’t know what’s wrong with my brain.”

“it’s called having the flu.”

“i don’t like it.”

as you closed the fridge door, you felt something brush against your arm. megan had drifted closer, you handed her the juice and she leaned there while she drank it.

~~~~~

it wasn’t until mid-afternoon that you noticed it. every time you stood up… so did she.

“i’m just putting these in the dishwasher,” you said as you collected the mugs from the coffee table.

“mhm.”

you walked into the kitchen and a few seconds later you heard quiet footsteps. you glanced over your shoulder and she was, blanket trailing behind her “what?”

she looked genuinely confused “what?”

“you followed me.”

“i…” she frowned and looked around the kitchen as though she’d only just realised she was there. a soft laugh escaped her “..oops.”

“what happened to watching your film?”

“i thought you were gone.”

“i told you i was putting mugs away.”

“i know.” she rubbed at one eye “i forgot.”

you walked over, brushing a few strands of hair back from her face “you don’t have to keep getting up every time i move.”

“i wasn’t trying to.” she looked down for a second before meeting your eyes again.

“i just…” her voice was quieter now “i like knowing where you are.”

you rested your palm against her warm cheek “i’m not going anywhere, baby.”

“i know.” she smiled “i still wanna be where you are.”

something about the way she said it made your chest tighten. you leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead.

“then come here.”

she stepped forward immediately, resting her forehead against your shoulder with a tired sigh.

outside, rain had started tapping softly against the kitchen window and standing there, arms loosely wrapped around one another in the middle of the kitchen, it occurred to you that this was the first time all day megan had stopped insisting she was fine.

~~~~~

by late afternoon, the rain had settled into a steady rhythm against the windows. the television had long since slipped into the background, neither of you paying much attention to whatever was playing.

megan had fallen asleep sometime during the second episode.

one minute she’d been commenting on something happening on screen, her voice hoarse enough that every sentence ended in a cough or a sniffle.

now she was curled against you beneath the throw blanket, one leg tucked over yours, her cheek resting just beneath your collarbone.

the warmth radiating from her hadn’t disappeared entirely, though when you pressed your lips lightly to the top of her head she didn’t feel quite as hot as she had that morning.

your fingers continued their lazy path through her hair, carefully separating the tangled strands that had dried into soft waves after her shower.

she shifted in her sleep just enough to tuck herself impossibly closer.

you glanced towards the clock on the wall, almost time for another dose. carefully, you reached for your phone to double-check when she’d last taken the paracetamol.

you looked back down at the girl sleeping on your chest “baby.”

a quiet hum.

“i’ve just gotta grab your medicine.”

you waited another minute before trying to move. very slowly, you slid your arm from around her shoulders.

almost immediately she stirred. her brows pinched together before her eyes blinked open, unfocused and heavy with sleep “…mm?”

“i’m just getting your medicine.” you smiled, brushing your thumb gently across her cheek “i’ll be right back.”

she watched you for a second, still trying to wake up enough to process what you’d said.

then, as you shifted forward to stand, her hand found the sleeve of your hoodie. her fingers curled into the fabric.

you looked down “mei?”

she swallowed and her voice came out so quiet you almost missed it “…don’t.”

your expression softened immediately “i’ll only be a minute.”

a tiny shake of her head “no…”

she looked genuinely distressed now, still foggy from sleep and fever, her eyes beginning to glisten in a way that made your chest tighten “please.”

“i just…” her grip on your sleeve tightened a fraction “please stay.”

you sat back down without another thought “hey.” your hand was on her cheek again before she’d even settled “hey, hey… it’s okay.”

the second you were beside her again, some of the tension left her shoulders. she let out a shaky breath she’d clearly been holding.

“i’m right here.”

she blinked hard a couple of times, embarrassed now that she was properly awake “…sorry.”

her voice cracked around the words, rough from hours of coughing “i just…” she sniffed quietly, rubbing at her nose with the sleeve hanging over her hand “i woke up and you weren’t…”

she trailed off, unable to find the words, you didn’t ask her to. instead, you opened your arms a little and she came willingly.

the moment she settled against you, her forehead found its familiar place beneath your jaw, resting against your collarbone.

even after a day of medicine, her skin still held the lingering warmth of the fever. you wrapped the blanket back around both of you before rubbing slow circles across her back.

she stayed tucked against you for another minute, her breathing gradually slowing back to normal as your hand continued moving gently up and down her back.

eventually she tilted her head just enough to look up at you “you’re really just getting my medicine?”

a smile tugged at your lips “that’s all.”

“…promise?”

“i promise.”

she studied your face as though making absolutely sure that was it then, finally, her fingers loosened from your sleeve “okay.”

you brushed a kiss against her warm forehead.

~~~~

by the time evening settled over the apartment, the rain had stopped. megan had spent most of the afternoon drifting in and out of sleep.

her fever was lower now, not gone but manageable. enough that the colour had eased from her cheeks, though every now and then you’d still catch her rubbing absently at her temples when another headache settled in.

you’d made another pot of soup while she’d dozed. chicken broth, soft vegetables and tiny pasta.

just something warm and she’d hopefully keep down. “…dinner,” you murmured as you carried the bowl into the living room. megan looked up from beneath the blanket she’d cocooned herself inside.

her eyes were still heavy with sleep and she sniffled quietly “you made soup.”

“i did.”

“it smells good” she smiled faintly.

you settled onto the sofa, balancing the bowl carefully on the coffee table while it cooled. megan watched you for a second, then she quietly pushed the blanket away.

“what’re you doing?” you asked.

instead of answering, she climbed onto the sofa. one knee first, then the other, before carefully lowering herself sideways into your lap.

you laughed under your breath “comfortable?”

she nodded immediately “mhm.” one arm slipped around your waist while she tucked her face into the side of your neck, letting out a long, tired sigh.

you rubbed a slow hand up and down her back “i thought you wanted soup.”

“i do.”

“you realise sitting on me doesn’t actually get it into your stomach?”

“…i know.” another sniffle “i just wanted to sit here first.”

“take all the time you need.”

for another minute neither of you moved. she simply stayed there, breathing slowly against your neck, but eventually you reached for the bowl.

“think you’re ready?”

she nodded without lifting her head. you scooped a small spoonful, blowing gently across the top before holding it in front of her.

she looked at it and made a tiny face “my throat really hurts.”

“i know, baby.”

“it feels like swallowing glass.” the words came out rough and congested, her voice catching halfway through the sentence before she cleared her throat with a quiet wince.

you set the spoon back into the bowl for a moment. your fingers brushed gently beneath her chin until she looked up at you.

“i know it hurts.” her eyes searched yours. “but the warm broth will help.”

“…will it?”

“it won’t fix it.” you tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear “but it’ll soothe it for a little while.”

she looked unconvinced “i don’t wanna make it worse.”

“you won’t.” a small silence settled between you.

she glanced back at the bowl, then at you “…can you stay like this?”

you smiled “i’m not going anywhere.”

“no, i mean…” she shifted closer somehow, curling herself further into your lap until one arm was tucked between the two of you and her cheek rested properly against your shoulder.

“…can i stay here while i eat?”

your heart melted a little“of course you can.”

she relaxed immediately. you picked the spoon back up, waiting until she’d nodded before offering her another small mouthful.

this time she accepted it and swallowed carefully. her face tightened for a second, then she looked a little surprised “that’s actually nice.”

“i told you.”

between each few bites she’d rest her forehead back against your collarbone, eyes closing while she worked up the energy for the next one.

by the time the bowl was empty, megan was visibly exhausted from the effort of simply sitting upright.

she’d barely spoken for the last ten minutes, only lifting her head when you offered another spoonful before settling back against you again, her breathing heavier through her blocked nose.

you waited another minute, letting her rest before carefully slipping an arm beneath her knees.

“come on.”

she frowned sleepily “…where?”

“just shifting you over for a second.”

“mhm…”

she didn’t protest. you eased her onto the sofa, tucking the blanket back around her shoulders before standing with the empty bowl.

the movement beneath her made her stir, just enough that one tired hand reached out instinctively, fingers brushing your wrist before slipping away again.

“i’ll be right back,” you said quietly.

“mhm.” her eyes never opened.

you carried everything into the kitchen, rinsing the bowl beneath warm water before reaching for the saucepan. you’d just begun filling the sink when you heard it.

“…baby?” it was so quiet you almost thought you’d imagined it. you turned the tap off immediately. another cough echoed faintly from the living room, followed by a congested sniffle.

“…yeah?”

a pause.

“…where are you?”

“i’m in the kitchen.”

silence again. you picked the saucepan back up and even ten seconds later, slow footsteps padded across the wooden floor.

you looked over your shoulder, megan stood in the doorway. her hair was flattened on one side from where she’d been lying against you all evening, loose strands stuck to her warm forehead.

there were faint shadows beneath her eyes, her cheeks flushed again now the medicine had begun wearing off.

“what happened to resting?” you asked softly.

she shrugged and another cough interrupted her. she turned her head into her shoulder, coughing quietly until it eased before drawing a slow, shaky breath through her nose.

the congestion forced her to breathe through parted lips instead.

you crossed the kitchen in two steps. “hey.”

your hand settled gently against the side of her face. she leaned into it before she’d even realised she was doing it.

her voice was barely there now “i just…” she swallowed “my head feels funny.”

you frowned. “dizzy?”

“a little.” she looked embarrassed admitting it “i got up and…” another shrug “…i didn’t like not seeing you.”

you wrapped an arm carefully around her waist and her body relaxed almost instantly “you don’t have to come looking for me.”

“i know.”

“i’ll always come back.”

she nodded against your shoulder “i just wanted you.”

the honesty of it caught you off guard just a feverish confession from someone whose brain was too tired to hide what she was feeling.

you rubbed slow circles across her back “i’m just finishing these.”

she watched the sink over your shoulder “…do you have to?”

“only another minute.”

she stayed quiet. her fingers found the front of your hoodie this time, gathering a little of the fabric in her fist.

“…can they wait?”

you looked at the dishes, then at megan. she was fighting to keep her eyes open. every few seconds they drifted shut before she forced them open again, like she was determined not to fall asleep unless she knew exactly where you were.

the saucepan suddenly didn’t seem all that important. you turned the tap off “they can wait.”

you felt her shoulders drop in relief. you guided her slowly back towards the living room, one arm around her the entire time.

the moment you both sat down, she didn’t even try to hide it anymore. she curled into you immediately. her forehead settled against the hollow beneath your collarbone, still carrying that lingering warmth from the fever, while one arm slipped weakly around your waist beneath the blanket.

within seconds, her breathing had slowed. a quiet, congested little sigh escaped her.

“…better?”

she gave the tiniest nod against your chest “so much.”

you kissed the top of her head “i’ve got you, baby.”

~~~~~

outside, the last of the daylight had disappeared, leaving only the warm glow of the lamp tucked into the corner beside the sofa.

megan lay tucked against you beneath the blanket, one of your arms wrapped securely around her while the other lazily stroked up and down her back.

she’d barely moved in almost twenty minutes.

every now and then she’d shift just enough to get comfortable before settling again, her forehead resting against the hollow beneath your collarbone.

her breathing remained congested, each inhale sounding blocked before leaving in a slow sigh.

you continued running your fingers through the ends of her hair “you doing okay, baby?”

for a moment you weren’t sure she’d heard you.

a tiny shrug “no.”

the made your chest ache. you kissed the top of her head “no?”

she shook her head against you “i hate this.”

“i hate being sick.” her voice was barely more than a rasp now, every word rough around the edges from hours of coughing “i feel gross.”

“you’ve got the flu”

she sniffed quietly “i just…” her fingers twisted absentmindedly in the fabric of your hoodie “i can’t breathe properly.”

“my throat feels like…” she swallowed carefully, wincing“…like i swallowed glass.”

you rubbed slow circles between her shoulder blades “i’m sorry, baby.”

she let out a long breath “i never get this sick.”

“it’s stupid.” she was quiet again “i don’t like needing help.”

your hand paused briefly before continuing its slow rhythm across her back “you’re allowed to.”

“…yeah.”

“i like looking after you.”

she gave the faintest huff through her nose “you say that now…”

“i’ll still be saying it tomorrow.”

that earned the smallest smile but it disappeared almost as quickly as her nose wrinkled.

you felt it before you saw it she sniffed once, then again “…mm.”

“what is it?”

“my nose…” her voice had gone even stuffier somehow. she sniffed again, this time frowning when it didn’t help “it’s running.”

you glanced towards the coffee table, the tissue box was just out of reach.

“hang on.” keeping one arm around her, you leaned forward, stretching towards it.

you’d barely moved a few inches when-

“heh…”

megan froze against you.

“…hh-“p

you looked down “oh baby-

“hh… h’ktschh!”

the sneeze burst out before she had any chance of turning away.

instinctively she’d buried her face into the crook of your arm, muffling it almost entirely into the sleeve of your hoodie then she groaned.

“oh…” her hand immediately flew to her throat the force of it had clearly hurt. she squeezed her eyes shut, coughing once before swallowing carefully “ow.”

you reached the last few inches to the tissue box, pulling out a handful. she accepted one with a tiny mumbled, “sorry,” before gently blowing her nose.

when she finished, she looked miserably down at your sleeve “…i sneezed on you.”

her face immediately screwed up, not because the sneeze had hurt this time, but because she’d realised exactly where it’d landed “oh my god.”

“mei-“

“no” she covered part of her face with the tissue, groaning quietly “i’m actually disgusting.”

she looked genuinely mortified, avoiding your eyes as she rubbed tiredly at her nose.

“i’m sorry.”

“it’s okay.”

“no, it’s not.” she shook her head stubbornly, another sniffle escaping before she could stop it “i’ve been coughing on you all day, now this…”

you waited until she finally looked back up.

then, without making a fuss of it, you reached behind your neck and pulled your hoodie over your head.

megan frowned “what’re you doing?”

you bundled it up loosely in one hand before tossing it onto the armchair across the room “there.”

“it’s going in the wash anyway.”

she stared at the hoodie, then back at you.

“that’s it?”

you smiled “what else was i supposed to do?”

“i don’t know…” she looked down at her hands “i just feel bad.”

you simply reached over, taking the tissue from where she’d been absent-mindedly crushing it in her fist before grabbing another clean one from the box.

“here.”

she accepted it with a quiet, “thanks.”

after blowing her nose, she sat there for a second, shoulders slumped, clearly worn out by what had been a completely ordinary sneeze.

the fever really was making everything feel bigger than it was.

without a word, she shifted back across the sofa until she was against you again. this time there was nothing between you except the thin cotton of her t-shirt. the second her forehead rested against your chest she let out the smallest breath.

“…you’re cold.”

you laughed softly “i’m definitely not.”

“you are compared to me.”

she stayed exactly where she was.

the coolness of your skin seemed to help and within a minute you could feel the tightness she’d been carrying start to ease. her breathing slowed again, the little crease between her brows relaxing as she settled.

“i’m sorry,” she mumbled one last time, her voice muffled against your chest.

after a while, you felt her hand reach for yours beneath the blanket.

you intertwined your fingers with hers and she gave your hand one sleepy squeeze before letting herself sink properly against you again, the warmth of her fevered forehead resting just beneath your collarbone while the room fell back into silence.

~~~~~

the apartment felt lighter the next morning.

the fever had finally broken sometime before sunrise. you’d woken more than once out of habit, checking megan’s forehead in the dark, only to find cool skin beneath your hand for the first time in almost twenty-four hours.

by the time you wandered into the kitchen, megan was still upstairs. you took your time making coffee, opening a window to let the cool morning air drift through the apartment.

the silence lasted all of three minutes then soft footsteps padded across the landing overhead.

you smiled to yourself before she’d even appeared.

megan wandered into the kitchen wearing the same oversized t-shirt she’d practically lived in since yesterday.

she looked better but not completely, her nose was still pink. her voice was still slightly congested when she mumbled, “morning.” but the colour had returned to her face.

“morning.”

she stopped beside you while you poured coffee. she stepped closer until her shoulder rested lightly against yours.

eventually you reached into the cupboard for two bowls. the moment you moved away, she moved too. you walked to the fridge and she followed.

you looked sideways “…baby.”

“hm?”

“you know you’re following me, right?”

she blinked “…am i?”

“oh.” a tiny laugh escaped her ”sorry..again”

she smiled sheepishly before leaning lightly against your shoulder again.

“i think yesterday broke my brain.”

“i think yesterday made you into a koala.”

she laughed properly this time and buried her face in your shoulder with an embarrassed groan. you laughed, wrapping an arm loosely around her waist “you were cute.”

she stayed there for a second before looking up at you “…i’m still gonna do it.”

“hm?”

“the following you around thing.” she shrugged looking almost bashful.

“i mean…” she reached down, absent-mindedly slipping her fingers through yours “just because i’m not sick anymore…”

she glanced down at your joined hands “doesn’t mean i don’t wanna be close to you.”

your smile softened “i was hoping that wasn’t just a flu symptom.”

she rolled her eyes fondly “no.”

your fingers remained laced together as you looked at her.

she still looked tired. there were faint shadows beneath her eyes, her hair still slightly messy from sleep, and every now and then she’d pause to sniffle quietly through her blocked nose.

you reached up, brushing another loose strand of hair back behind her ear.

she smiled “what?”

“you’ve got bed hair.”

she rolled her eyes “you love my bed hair.”

“i do.”

the smile lingered on her face. you let your hand stay where it was, your thumb brushing lightly across the warmth of her cheek.

she leaned into it instinctively. your eyes dropped briefly to her lips before meeting hers again.

“come here.”

she closed the small gap between you without hesitation. the kiss was slow enough that neither of you felt any need to rush it, just savouring the soft press of her lips against yours.

she smiled into it almost immediately, and you felt your own mouth curve in response.

your hand slipped gently from her cheek to the back of her neck, fingertips disappearing into the soft hair there as you held her just a little closer.

she hummed quietly against your lips.

when you finally pulled back, your foreheads rested together, your noses brushing as the two of you stayed there for another moment.

you smiled “i love yo-“

“hh’ktschh!”

the sneeze came without any warning at all. megan barely managed to turn her head before it escaped, straight into the side of your shoulder.

she blinked, then looked back at you “…maybe i’m still a little sick.”

you looked down at the tiny damp patch she’d left on your t-shirt before meeting her eyes again.

“uh-huh.” still smiling, you reached for the towel hanging beside the sink, giving your shoulder an absent-minded wipe before tossing it back where it had been.

megan watched you “sorry…” she huffed a quiet laugh through her nose then she stepped back into your space.

her arms slipped around your waist, her cheek settling against your chest. you wrapped your arms around her in return, feeling her relax almost immediately as she tucked herself comfortably against you.

a few seconds passed then, in a voice still slightly stuffed up with her lingering cold, she mumbled “…so…”

“…can you make me some soup?”

you laughed softly, pressing a kiss into the top of her hai “of course.”

still holding onto you, she gave your hoodie one absent-minded tug toward the kitchen.

some habits, it seemed thankfully weren’t just flu symptoms after all.

“come on, baby.” megan whined, pulling you closer to her by the ankles, “we don’t have to do anything more tonight— just let me put the tip in.” she begged of you.

megan pulled her hard, flushed red dick out of her boxers with a soft grunt. her large hand wrapped around her cock, slowly jerking as she watched pre-cum begin to leak from the head.

you watched megan above you. eyes big, full of desperation and need. lips hung with a growing pout and her big dick painfully pulsing in her hand.

you weren’t inexperienced, and neither was megan. yeah, you guys messed around a little bit, but it’s never came this far.

the realness is that you were a bit nervous, scared even. megan was big, like super big. it was a known fact. you never pushed, or brought up doing anything past third base. i mean, how could you? you knew she wouldn’t fit, it was pointless.

megan sure enough caught on. the way you always threw yourself on her, eager for attention but always backing away before things got too heated. she noticed it all, never pushed, never said anything. she always remained respectful and waited until you were ready.

but tonight.. tonight was slightly different.

“i don’t know, megan.. you’re just so.. big, you won’t fit.” megan’s eyes held a different look. she watched you intensely, a small assuring smile appearing on her lips. “yea, i know, babe. that’s why it’s just the tip. that’s it.”

“can we do that?” megan asked, hands traveling to the waistband of your shorts, tugging gently. “i just wanna feel you.”

your eyes traveled down to megan’s cock, standing tall in erection, twitching every other second. she needed you, you know she did. and what a bad girlfriend you would be if you left her hanging there uncared for like that.

“..okay, just the tip.” you agreed, lifting your hips as megan quickly removed your bottoms. “yes, baby. just the tip.” megan reassured.

megan left you in your panties. eyeing the wet spot that formed in the seat of your panties. “so wet for me already.” megan whispered, eyeing you softly before removing your damp panties.

no further time was wasted, megan brought herself closer, spreading your legs to open, pussy fully in display, waiting for megan.

you whined at the exposure, nerves bouncing through your body, as megan held you put. “it’s okay, baby. just the tip, remember?” megan gave a lazy smile, inched her dick to your pussy.

her tip met your clit with a slap, erupting a quiet moan from the both of you. megan began moving her way to your folds, spreading the wetness up and down your pussy. “so good..” she whispered, continuing the action as you whimpered beneath her.

then, megan hovered over your entrance, not apply pressure just yet. “you ready baby? just the tip.”she spoke and the way those words slid of her tongue, it made you internally shiver.

you nodded still, feeling your body begin to brace itself. “why are you already tensing up, babe? relax. i’ve got you.” megan’s tip now teased at your entrance. she pushed her hips forward, adding just a bit of pressure.

your breath hitched at the action. legs involuntarily closing, trapping megan between them.

megan softly chuckled at the action, “baby, you can’t do that. you have to relax, and let me do all the work.” megan pushed your legs back open before positioning herself again. “just lay back and relax.”

megan poked at your entrance again, eyes locked on yours, watching the way your eyes fluttered at the feeling. megan’s eyes went down to your pussy, watching the small hole begin to stretch.

megan finally pushed herself in, just the tip. she watched your reaction, eyes glued shut already, body slightly tensed. megan pulled out, rose to your face. “that was it babe, you did it.” megan praised, leaving a small but wet kiss to your cheek. “i’m gonna do it again, okay? relax this time.”

megan stayed close, lining herself to your slick entrance again. she was able to fit in easier this time, slowly sliding herself back in.

megan felt her eyes flutter, just this alone beginning to send her into a trance. she’s been wanting this so bad, needing to be inside you for the longest that this would’ve been all she needed to cum.

“how does it feel, baby? feel good?” megan panted, pressing her chest against yours. “you’re already taking me so nicely.”

“it feels.. fine,” you start, “not too bad..” you hesitate. you could feel the stretch a little, it wasn’t the worst and you could handle it.

suddenly, megan went quiet, slowly pulling herself out before sliding just the tip back inside. she repeated the same motion again and again, soft grunts slipping from her lips with each movement.

you pussy leaked, dressing megan’s tip in many of your juices. you began to clench around the tip, squeezing around her red and fat tip.

“fuck, baby. this feels so good.” megan’s eyes hung low, already beginning to look fucked out. “i’m fitting so well already.” she continued, rambling quietly to herself.

megan could feel herself getting pussy drunk, just that easily. eager, and desperate for more. megan’s rightful thinking was now gone. she was no longer thinking with head, her only focus right now is to be inside you.

megan thought that maybe you wouldn’t mind if she slid herself in just a bit more. you would hardly even notice.

megan slowly thrusted more inside you, slowing pumping herself inside and out of you. your body froze, feeling the stretch a little more now. you watched megan who’s eyes were glossy and unfocused.

she pushed more of herself inside, groaning at the feeling of your walls squeezing around her inches. “so tight..”

“megan— w-wait.” you moved your hands to megan’s shoulder, trying your best to slow her down. megan’s eyes snapped to yours, she grabbed your hands and pinned them by your sides.

“pussy feels so good, baby. i need this.” megan used a little of her weight to keep you still has she kept filling you up. “you’re doing so good taking me.”

you moaned at the stretch and praise, back arching at the burning but pleasurable stretch happening between your legs.

“fuck, almost baby. just a little more. please.” megan begged, not really sure on what, but she needed this.

“megs, you’re too big.. i can’t-“

“please, baby. take me, please i’ll be good just let me be fully inside.” megan pleaded as she completed bottomed out, the sound of your scream and her loud whine echoing the room together.

megan’s lazy eyes found you, staying deep inside you, warming her cock as her, pink and plump lips found your neck. “you’re so full of me, baby… this is heaven.” she mumbled against your neck, nipping at it softly.

your eyes were snapped shut. you held your breath as you adjusted to the feeling of being this fucking full. megan had you stuffed, and she stayed right there. not moving, savoring a moment she had long awaited.

“let me move baby, let me stretch you out.” pleaded, “so you can take my big cock every time i need you.” you clenched around megan, your pussy hugging megan’s dick, finally welcoming her in.

megan took that as her answer, slowly sliding herself out before thrusting herself back in. “oh, g-god,” megan hiccuped, she lifted herself from your touch, looking down at your now wrecked body.

your eyes wandered up and down megan’s figure. you watched as sweat formed on her forehead with strands of her hair glued to her skin. she had her plump bottom lip tucked between her perfect teeth as she bottomed you out. she had her big hands on your hips, lifting your hips to meet her desperate thrusts.

your stomach caught your attention as you watched megan fuck you, seeing the head of her penis bulge against your stomach as she reached the hilt of your pussy.

“oh, you see that, baby?” one of megan’s hands moved to press down on your stomach. “that’s me right there, you feel it? how deep i am inside you, how big i am. and you’re taking it so well.” megan’s smiled proudly at the sight, her big dick swimming in your stomach and the way you took it all just for her.

“i’m gonna c-cum, mei.” you moaned, eyes rolling back at the overwhelming feeling of megan’s large hand pressing against your stomach.

“yeah? me too, baby. gonna fill you completely up.” she rushed, hips becoming lazy as she continued bucking herself into you.

forcing your eyelids open and momentarily getting blinded by the light of reality, you discover that she was, in fact, not lying beside you but rather sitting at the foot of your bed. she seems to be on a call, with her phone in hand and over her ear. billie's voice was soft, apparently not sensing that you were up and still careful not to wake you.

"babe?" you call out, sort of whispering. your girlfriend turns to you, smiling slightly and then gesturing to the device in her hand. you nod in understanding, waiting for her to hang up.

however, the way-too-familiar bedroom was running out of interesting stuff to look at, so naturally your gaze returns to billie. it's only been a few minutes, but to you it feels like hours, and her phone call still hasn't finished.

with a huff, you gently shove off the covers slipping down your shoulders as you scoot over to your girlfriend. your arms move on their own, hooking underneath her arms and around her waist as you rest your cheek on her back, smiling.

billie's hand instantly rests upon your own around her. you breathe in, inhaling her scent and feeling her warmth flood into you. the soft material of her t-shirt, the strands of her hair lightly tickling your cheek, the comfort her body brings from the hug.

you remain in that position for a moment before you turn your head to rest your chin upon her shoulder instead, staring at the side of her face as she continues to speak softly.

beautiful, was all you could think as your eyes traced her jaw, her skin, her nose, her lashes. perfect, was all your mind screams as you watch her lips move in conversation, pink and soft and so damn kissable if it weren't for the fact that she had an important call.

you puff out air once more, moving back to stare at her shoulder before biting it gently, with her still in your embrace. she jerks a little but relaxes immediately, your actions already familiar.

the corner of your mouth quirks up, now chomping on her shoulder with your lips over your teeth. proud of your little handiwork (aka the small bite marks on her shirt), you end it with a kiss to the cloth of her shirt before settling with nuzzling your face into her neck.

finally her call ends.

"good morning, my love," billie grins, turning around and basically tackling you back onto the bed. she holds you in her arms below her, her expression as soft as the morning sun peeking through the windows. you let out a small shriek of surprise at her actions, placing a hand delicately on her cheek and reaching up to kiss her right on the corner of her lip.

the smile turns into a pout. "you missed, sweet girl."

"hmm, what?" you tease, admiring the way she seemed to glow.

billie rolls her eyes playfully, leaning in to peck your lips. "tease." she taps your nose lovingly, shifting so that the sun shone straight through and onto your face. your eyes shut in instinct, a soft giggle escaping from you when she brushes her lips over your eyelids, just enough to be considered featherlight kisses.

she sits up abruptly, pulling you up with her so that you sat between her legs and quite stuck in her hold. not that you were complaining.

she peppers kisses along your head as you, once again, take her forearm into your mouth and bite. "i just got off call. i have a day-off today."

you stop your attack before she even finishes her sentence, turning to look up at her with starry eyes. "really?"

"mhm." she hums in confirmation and kisses your nose.

you hastily extract yourself from her and kneel on the mattress before her. "can we go out for breakfast?" your eyes are wide with hope, already placing an order in your mind for pancakes and syrup and hot chocolate and perhaps dessert. billie laughs softly at your excitement.

"of course, my love. on me."

with a squeal, you basically fly off the bed to search for something to wear. billie's laugh intensifies, watching you rummage through the closet before speaking up. "hey, aren't you forgetting something?"

you pause mid-swipe, waddling back over to her still sitting on her bed, and kissing her quickly on the lips. as you move away to resume your search, she stops you by the wrist. "uh-uh. not enough."

i mentioned i like a specific candy exactly eight months ago, and now she buys them anytime she passes by the store?

whenever she goes on walks, she texts me a picture of anything she sees outside, whether that’s a bird or a lamp post, because it “reminds her of me.”

anytime we are in group settings, she always ends up standing right next to me. arms brushing and all. i’ve actually tested this one out! i inch away from her sneakily, yet she always latches back onto me.

when i post a photo of myself, she’s always the first person to like it and comments AT LEAST twelve times. like are you just refreshing my page until i post something new? one time, i changed my profile picture and thirty seconds later, she texts me “cute pic btw.”

i rest my case.

however, when i dropped all this on her, she didn’t laugh. her smile dropped after every point i brought up.

she called me ridiculous, psychotic, and asked if i had a job or any hobbies for when she’s not around.

i called her cute and in love with me.

she stormed out and now it’s day 3 of silent treatment (except, every night she forgets to keep up her act and glues herself into my arms until she wakes up the next morning. then, proceeds to act like it didn’t happen and tries to gaslight me into thinking i’m imagining things because i’m the obsessed one).

my friends won’t pick a side because apparently we’re both “embarrassing” so i decided to bring it onto reddit.

so finally, AITA?

EDIT : my girlfriend has found this post. she says i conveniently left out some important details, like the fact that i immediately call her adorable every time she does all of this. she also said that this is further proving her point of me being the obsessed one because i keep a track of every single thing she does.

i disagree.

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daniel_456 • 16h

u the asshole for making us read this.

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unt1ldawn • 15h

i think you just wanted to brag🤨

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user0209_ • 15h

treating your girl like she a lab experiment lemme have her instead

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↳ lararaj OP • 15h

i disliked your comment btw in case you didn’t get the notification.

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u/meganskiendiel • 19h • reddit

AITA for refusing to move?

so yesterday, my girlfriend and i were having a movie night. just the usual, nothing new.

we’re sitting on the couch and we’re both focusing on the screen, watching whatever’s going on in the scene.

i move to put the volume down since it was too loud and our walls are thin, until i feel something drop on my shoulder.

i would describe it as heavy but she might see this post and kill me.

it was her head, her eyes were closed, clearly sleeping.

at first i thought it was cute, so i made myself comfortable and made sure she kept sleeping on my shoulder, stretching my arms out to reach for the blanket and cover her with it.

minutes passed and the movie ended. my girlfriend’s nap, unfortunately, did not.

i considered moving slightly, but as soon as i did, she somehow pulled me closer and frowned in her sleep.

so i stopped trying and just accepted that i was trapped.

my phone was just out of reach, sitting on the table, taunting me. i could see it but i could not get to it. eventually it died, i started getting thirsty and hungry, and my leg started feeling numb. i even forgot what having a leg felt like.

despite all of this, she looked so peaceful and beautiful laying on my shoulder, it’d be wrong to just wake her up.

so i stayed put.

after a few hours, she finally wakes up and i shoot up to my feet, wobbling to the fridge to get a bottle of water.

instead of thanking me for being her pillow for many, many, many hours, she immediately notices my pain and asks me why i was moving around like an old man desperately in need of a walking stick.

i explained that i haven’t moved this whole time because she was asleep.

she buried her face in her hands when i told her i was hungry and thirsty.

she genuinely got upset and spent the next hour just apologizing, even though this was entirely my decision.

i told her she just looked so comfortable and i couldn’t bring myself to wake her up, but she wasn’t satisfied with that excuse.

she’s currently making me sit on the couch and bringing me whatever i want while, still, angrily telling me to wake her up next time.

i told her it was worth it and i’d do it again.

that made her even more annoyed.

AITA?

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gnarly32 • 19h

you’re on the wrong subreddit??😐

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reddit_user7 • 18h

awww you’re just in love, this is actually really sweet, NTA.

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↳ meganskiendiel OP • 18h

no it isn’t. stop encouraging bad decisions. - the gf.

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↳ reddit_user7 • 18h

did you have a good nap though?

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↳ meganskiendiel OP • 18h

you’re focusing on the wrong part here - the gf.

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r/AmITheAsshole

u/sophialaforteza • 21h • reddit

AITA for embarrassing my girlfriend in public?

my girlfriend thinks i embarrassed her in public, which is a dramatic way to put it, but everyone we know always sides with her.

it’s annoying.

for context (this is important), i haven’t seen my girlfriend ALL day. we were texting of course, but that’s not the same as being physically with her.

i was at the mall with some friends, just walking around and searching through stores for nothing in particular.

and then i saw an angel (my girlfriend).

but she wasn’t next to me, in front of me, or anywhere near me.

i spotted her from the top of the escalator full of people, and she was at the bottom.

not to be dramatic too but everything around me kind of disappeared.

so, obviously i got excited, is that a crime?

before i could stop myself, i yelled out “BABY!” to get her attention and she froze. she looked horrified. i was just really happy to see her.

i know i can be really loud sometimes but she said everyone around me flinched, which has to be an exaggeration. i think only 2 or 16 people turned around.

after i yelled, i also starting waving both of my arms above my head in case she couldn’t see me in the busy mall. she told me i looked like i was trying to swat away a fly?

the first thing she told me once she finally got to me was “why would you do that” and her face was bright red.

i still don’t understand what i did wrong…

she told me i do this every time.

i told her to give me examples.

she listed only 6.

according to her, i nearly ran into a family of four because i was too busy staring at her. i also waved at her and squealed loud enough for her to hear me through a restaurant window one time.

she says i make her want to melt into the floor whenever i do this, like god forbid a girl misses her girlfriend and gets excited to see her again?

she’s laying next to me, peeking at what i’m writing and told me to also add that it gets worse when we have to say goodbye to each other in public.

in her words, i wait until she’s completely out of sight to stop waving with a pout on my face, as if she’s leaving for war.

so, AITA?

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2online • 21h

yes YTA, why are you screaming across the mall to embarrass her??

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↳ sophialaforteza OP • 21h

okay but she actually smiled when she saw me

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↳ 2online • 21h

because she’s your girlfriend.

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↳ sophialaforteza OP • 21h

yeah she is :))

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luv4cats • 16h

did the journal factory explode?

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u/danielaavanzini • 14h • reddit

AITA for not helping my girlfriend?

my girlfriend has a habit of being stubborn when it comes to asking for help.

she makes all simple tasks way more challenging than they need to be.

if she’s carrying eighteen things at once, she won’t let me help, and once one of them falls out of her grip, she just looks me dead in the eyes and says “i got it.”

like today, we were coming home after some grocery shopping and i went to grab the bags out of the trunk. i INSTANTLY feel her nudge me away and say “no, i got it.”

i asked if she was sure and she said yes.

i asked three more times and she just said “daniela,” very firmly.

i took that as a threat so i stepped back and let her handle it because if i asked one more time she would’ve been offended.

impressively, she managed to grab all the bags in one go.

halfway to our house, a bag started slipping from her hand.

then i heard a box of snacks fall to the floor, followed by her very loud and annoyed groan.

i asked if she needed help. again, she said no. she clearly needed it but i let her stay delusional. a second later, we heard something else drop. she asked me what it was, but i didn’t know, i wasn’t allowed to touch anything…

“why is this bag ripping?”

“where are my keys?”

if i tried to answer anything, she would just shush me. there was nothing i could do.

at one point, she stopped walking and i finally thought she would ask for some help, she was holding six grocery bags by three fingers!! she looked overwhelmed but she kept going. the only thing i heard coming from her was “don’t look at me.”

i end up carrying the bags after she finally snaps and admits she needs help, but soon after, she asks me “why were you just standing there and not helping me?”

i try to keep my composure and tell her that she didn’t let me go anywhere near the bags.

she said i could’ve helped but instead i just watched her struggle.

i reminded her that anytime i volunteered to help, she’d shoot lasers out of her eyes at me.

AITA for listening to her and respecting her wishes??

EDIT: she would like everyone to know that the material of the bags was the issue, and if they had been stronger then she’d carry it no problem.

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user5566 • 14h

NTA, your girlfriend sounds exhausting.

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↳ danielaavanzini OP • 14h

she is (lovingly)

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soph778 • 13h

so where were her keys

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↳ danielaavanzini OP • 13h

in her pocket.

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u/manonbannerman • 18h • reddit

AITA for laughing at my girlfriend mid-argument?

i’m starting this by saying i love my girlfriend so much.

but right now she’s a little mad at me.

yesterday, my girlfriend tripped over her own shoelace. she’s completely fine but it made me laugh, which is a very normal reaction.

except i kept bringing it up and now she’s fed up.

she would tell me to pass the remote, i would respond by telling her to be careful and not trip again.

she asked me where her charger was, i suggested she might’ve tripped over it.

she said good morning, i asked if she remembered when she fell.

she asked me what the time was, i said it was time for her to watch her step.

as you can imagine, she was tired of hearing it and argued i was incredibly annoying, it made sense. she was telling me she was upset and actually made some good points that i agree with.

i swear i was listening.

but the way she said “i fell ONE time” reminded me of it again and i couldn’t help replaying the scene in my head with photographic memory.

i tried really hard not to laugh again, i looked away, i bit my lip, i even thought about something sad. predictably, i couldn’t hold it in any longer and let a short laugh out.

my girlfriend fell (haha) completely silent.

she asked me if i seriously just laughed, and i shook my head so fast it made everything blur for a second. she tried to keep going but i just kept laughing anytime she would bring it up again.

she got frustrated enough to throw a pillow at me and sat down with her phone pulled out.

i asked what she was doing and she said she’s waiting until i was done and ready to be mature.

she keeps muttering under her breath that laughing in the middle of an argument is very disrespectful.

i just wish she would stop reminding me of it, maybe then we could actually progress instead of me giggling again and sending us back to square one…

AITA? (i already know the answer to this, pls be gentle)

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tommy365 • 18h

YTA, i’d trip u over myself and then we’d see who’s giggling for the next six months

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↳ manonbannerman OP • 18h

MODS BAN THIS GUY

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user298 • 17h

she should plant banana peels everywhere to make YOU fall

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iheartreddit • 16h

you’re the asshole

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↳ manonbannerman OP • 16h

understandable have a nice day

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u/jeungyoonchae • 10h • reddit

AITA for missing my girlfriend’s “obvious hints”?

to put it bluntly, my girlfriend spent an entire day flirting with me and i didn’t notice.

she claims the signs were painfully obvious, i claim we were having normal conversations!!

to provide some background, we were spending the day together and she, for some reason, decided this was the perfect time to try (emphasis on try) being romantic.

her first so called “hint” was when she glanced over at me and sighed “i wish someone would cuddle me right now.”

i agreed and said “yeah that sounds nice” and continued doing what i was doing beforehand.

later, she sat closer and said “i would love to hold hands with someone.”

i replied with “i think most people would” and the silence was uncomfortably long after, i guess she didn’t like that one?

then she showed me a cute video of a couple going on a date on her phone and turned to me to say “this is so cute! if only my girlfriend would take me on a date like this.”

i nodded and told her she should communicate with her girlfriend about that (i’m the girlfriend btw).

i think that might’ve been her last straw because she straight up asked “are you actually this oblivious?”

she informed me she had been trying to flirt with me for the last two hours, that made me look around to see who she was talking about…

i don’t know how she expected me to know what she wanted, i’m not a mind reader??

she says she literally told me.

now she’s telling everyone i’m the most oblivious person in the world, i told her to tell me what she wants more clearly next time instead of implying things.

AITA?

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3reddit3 • 10h

read the room

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↳ jeungyoonchae OP • 10h

i did? it was the living room

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xxx_re7 • 8h

…🫩

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gg_reddit9 • 7h

YTA + ur not real

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"i don't know what you're talking about," you mumble, staring out the window. in the reflection, your tired eyes greet you, a prevalent, bone deep exhaustion that not even the heaviest makeup can conceal. you're surprised none of your friends commented on it, but you guess they were too caught up with talking and eating to notice.

which honestly, thank god, because yoonchae's concerned eyes are already too much, having five more worried looks all trained on you might kill you.

"you just pushed your food around during dinner, so it would look like you ate," she says, and damn her for paying attention to you so well, for knowing you like the back of her hand. "i didn't see you take a bite once."

you shrug, "well then i guess you just weren't looking when i did."

"oh? so you took one bite? how filling," she deadpans. her hands grip the steering wheel so tightly that her knuckles go white, jaw firmly clenched in order to bite down words she won't be able to take back.

"i wasn't hungry, is that such a crime?"

"it is when you're never hungry."

she pulls the car to a stop in front of the late night convenience store you didn't even realise you were approaching, wordlessly grabbing her bag and stepping out of the car. then, before she slams the door shut, commands, "stay here."

as if you'd have anywhere to go.

the wait is excruciating, your knee bouncing so hard the car slightly shakes. you can't sit still, obsessively fixing your makeup, opening social media and then immediately regretting it a second after, measuring your wrist with your fingers and sighing unhappily at the results that'll never be enough, regardless of the outcome.

only ten or so minutes have passed, but it feels like it's been a lifetime when yoonchae finally exits the store, a plastic bag filled to the brim in her hands that she passes over once she steps back into the car.

despite having no plans to actually eat, it's instinct the way you take out the first item and immediately flip the packaging to check the calories, only to find all the information scribbled out in pen. yoonchae.

she doesn't say anything, just carefully watches from the corner of her eye as you assess her food selection.

it's a mixture of your favourite junk food and then some healthier options, like she scoured the shelves and put anything in the basket she thought you might even potentially eat. your stomach cramps painfully at the sight.

for the most part, you weren't lying about not being hungry; your appetite is mostly non existent at this point. but regardless of what you want, your body needs food, and likes to notify you of this in the most painful ways, hence the cramps.

"can you open that for me?" yoonchae asks, pointing to the packet of crisps in your hands. you're glad she doesn't mention that obvious pain you're in, even if concern is written all over her features.

you nod and pry open the packet with more force than probably necessary, the smell hitting you almost instantly. on a better day, maybe it would've appealed to you, but you feel nothing but apathy towards what you once might've called your favourite snack.

you're not stupid, you know what yoonchae's trying to do. if you open the bag, she thinks, maybe you'll feel more inclined to reach in and take a bite. just one tiny little nibble and your girlfriend will rejoice.

instead, you try to ignore her disappointed expression as you pass the bag over. there's no satisfaction on her face as she starts to eat, just an emptiness that matches how you feel.

"thanks," she mumbles through a mouthful.

when it becomes clear that you have no intention of joining her, yoonchae puts down her food, dusts off her hands, and puts the key back into ignition. "you ready to go?"

"sure."

she pulls out of the space and the two of you fall back into silence, the only sounds the hum of the car as she drives and the occasional hitch of her breath.

the world passes by in a blur of city lights, slightly disorienting but relaxing in its own way, too. you rest your head against the window, eyes fluttering shut. in retrospect, you haven't done much today, but your body feels exhausted like you've just run a marathon instead of having gone to dinner, an event that's supposed to breathe life into you instead of talking it away.

at least now you can rest.

"you know i love you, right?" yoonchae eventually breaks the silence, her voice soft and shaky. she'll lose her courage if she waits for a reply, so she continues on, "i'm sorry i got mad. i know you're struggling and the way i acted was unfair, i'm just so fucking scared. i can't loose you. the thought makes me sick, so i tense up because that's the only thing i know how to do. does that make sense?"

this time, she takes her eyes off the road to look over, only to find you've drifted off into sleep, worlds away from the conversation. she sighs. at least you look peaceful like this, cheek slightly smashed against the car door, shoulders having finally lost their tension.

you can't hear it, but she whispers the words regardless, like maybe they'll reach your subconscious and fix everything when you wake, "please don't leave me."

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As soon as the clock hits 8:00pm, there’s someone at the door. Your eyebrows scrunch, head tilting towards the door. You weren’t expecting anyone, the plan was to rot in your pajamas, watch another cheesy movie, something like ‘to all the boys I’ve loved before.’ Your head is thrown back, the lights blinding as you push yourself off the couch. You put on a hoodie, fixing your shots to look presentable. 

I swear if it’s an amazon deliv— “Oh, hi.” Sophia can see the confusion written all over your face as she stands in front of you, lilies in hand. “Who are those for? What on eart- You know what? Just come in.” You stand aside, letting her come in before shutting the door. “What are you doing here?” Your hand rests on your hip, an unimpressed expression on your face as you see your best friend’s eyes roaming over you. 

“For you, by the way.” She tilts the flowers towards you, but your mouth only parts, words dying down. She settles the flowers down on your table before you start giving her a two hour lecture on how she needs to save money. She’s a popstar for god’s sake. “I still don’t understand who you’re so dolled up for. Do you have a date? And if you do, why are you at my house…” 

“It’s eight at night.” She starts, pointing to the clock on your wall, and you look at her, still just as confused. You draw out an ‘okay,’ waiting for her to continue. Sophia points towards her heels, flexing her bicep right after, rolling her eyes as you giggle at her. “Six feet.” She continues to hint at you. “You are not six feet in those heels, maybe 5’9 at max.” Sophia gasps, mimicking a knife stabbing her chest. 

Before you can react, her hands are around you, picking you up bridal style as she carries you to the couch. “Super strong.” She mumbles but it still doesn’t click to you. “Is this like a girlfriend resumé that you’re trying to fill out?” Sophia only sighs, flopping on top of you. Her lips land on your cheek, she sees the way you blush, her smile widens. 

“Go, get ready. We’re going out.” She smacks your shoulder, getting off you. You’re still just as confused. “Chop chop, we’re getting late!” You giggle, slowly rolling out of the couch. “I’m going, dude.” Sophia scoffs. “Are you calling me dude? Wow. This is what six years of friendship gets me.” You flip her off, heading upstairs to dress up. 

Sophia’s heels clack against the floor as she paces around your living room. Her nails dig into her palm as she waits for you. She’s scared this will all be a fucking disaster, especially with the way you reacted to her showing up to your doorstep. You were so okay with her going on a date with someone else, ugh, how was she going to tell you? 

“Out!” You exclaim, lifting your dress up as you come down the stairs, and Sophia freezes for a moment, her eyes roaming up your body, mouth parted in a mesmerized expression. This isn’t the first time she’s seen you so dressed up but it just feels so much better knowing it’s to go out with her. She bites her lips, licking the small amount of blood gushing out with her tongue, before fully taking you in. “Damn, girl you look hungry as hell. Do we have dinner reservations or–” 

“Yes.” That’s all that Sophia says before grabbing your hand and dragging you to her car. “Nice car, Sofi, did you buy a new one?” You look impressed. Point for Sophia! She nods, opening the door for you, earning herself an eye roll. “What’s got you so cheesy today?” You giggle as she slides into the driver’s seat. Sophia only shrugs. “Saw a really pretty girl today.” You have to bite down on your cheek to stop the big smile that was about to form on your face. You would be lying if you said you didn’t like when Sophia flirted with you. Little did you know, the girl next to you had noticed, already adding another point to her list. 

“I really want a cheesecake. Can we switch and just go to the cheesecake factory?” You randomly blurt out, letting out an exaggerated sigh. “Do you really think I’m gonna take you to the cheesecake factory dressed like this?” You give her a big thumbs down, and she rolls her eyes at you, grabbing your hand, intertwining your fingers. 

“You’ll live, we’re here.” Sophia lets go of your hand, getting out of her seat, rushing over to your side, opening the car door. But you sit there with a humungous pout on your face, arms crossed looking like an adorable chipmunk. “You let go of my hand, you hate me and want me to die,” You make a face at her looking away. Sophia snickers, kneeling with one knee touching the floor, her hand resting on the other. “My bad, m’ lady, would you please grace me with your presence on this divine international women's day?” 

You bite your lip to stop the giggle, a little surprised by how well she takes your attitude sometimes. “Fine,” You grab her hand, pulling her up with you. You both freeze for a moment as Sophia’s lips brush against your knuckles. Normally you would’ve called her cheesy, laughed it off after, but this time it felt real. Like she meant for it to happen. Sophia doesn’t say anything, only pulls you upstairs to your table.

“Really fancy, Laforteza.” You kiss her cheek, resting an arm around her neck as hers snake around your waist. “Only the best for you,” She shrugs like she didn’t just turn you into a flustered tomato. “Same side?” She turns her face towards you, eyes staring into yours, looking at you so widely you’d think there were no thoughts in her head. “Always.” It was hard to say no to her bug eyes. 

Sophia’s hands don’t leave your waist for the rest of the night, giggling into your shoulders as you slip in another really stupid dad joke. Her eyes feel hypnotized, refusing to leave your figure as she eats. Her finger traces circles on the back of your hand, breathing in your perfume, she’s almost sleepy. It’s been so long since you’ve both been close like this. 

Sophia shakes herself out of the daze, slowly untangling herself from you. She notices the way your smiles dips a little, looking at her in confusion. She excuses herself, promising she’ll be back in two seconds as she heads towards the washroom. The cold water feels comforting, washing away the sweat from her hands as she tries to steady her racing heart. It was finally happening. She reaches into her pocket, taking the velvet box out, taking deep breaths. 

She was going to do it. She was going to say everything that’s been on her mind the past six months. She’s not going to let anyone stop her tonight. You’re doing great Sophia, you—

And then she sees him, leaning over the table she booked. That infuriating smirk on his face as he tries to fucking flirt with you again. Your ex, Ethan. Of course he has to come into the picture and ruin her day, he does this every time she tries to make a move. Sophia hates how you fall for him every time. He’s such a bitch, and she hates him and he should go fuck himself and—

Fuck this. Sophia slips the box inside her pocket again, heading downstairs to wait for you, or maybe not. Maybe he’ll just charm you again, and she’ll have to listen to you complain about him. She’ll just have to sit there and watch as you tell her your type. Kind. Not afraid to cry. Treats their mother right. Six feet tall, (optional, she hopes?). Super strong. Picks me up at eight, and not a minute late. Her head spins. She does everything right, she meets every standard except actually confessing. 

She hates it, hates how she’ll never have the guts for it. Tears pool up in her eyes as she leans against the car. Sophia, you failed again. Forget about her. She really tries not to break down, not when she knows you’re about to come down any second, but then there’s a hand on her shoulder, one that’s spinning her around to face you. There’s warm fingers wiping her tears away, cupping her face, the gentle voice she’s learned to adore. 

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” Sophia’s voice only cracks more as she hears the tone you use, one so patient and ready to listen. Her forehead leans against yours. “Nothing.” Sophia shakes her head, trying to pull away but you keep her in place. “So, you’re crying over nothing.” You give her a look, and Sophia crumbles into your arms, hugging you close as she sobs into your shoulders. “I-it doesn’t matter,” She hiccups. 

“It matters to me.” You whisper into her ear. “You always say that.” Sophia sighs, trying to calm herself down. “Because I mean it.” Sophia pulls herself away from the embrace, reaching into her pocket. She pulls the box out, handing it to you. Your eyebrows scrunch, gently opening it. A gold necklace, a pendant on the side. A beautiful peacock feather, your favourite. Oh, my god. You told her that ages ago. “You remembered.” 

“I always do.” Sophia gulps, heart racing in her chest, so fast she was worried it might come right out of her mouth and into her hands. “Are you sure you don’t have something to say to me, Sofi?” Your fingers run across her lips. You see the hesitation in her lips, and you sigh. Get it together, Sophia! “I lik—” You cut her off, lips already pressed against hers. You’re an impatient woman. 

Sophia gasps, steadying herself, hands cupping the back of your neck as she presses your mouth harder against hers. The air is knocked right out of her lungs as she pulls your body into hers so desperately, she really needs this. Butterflies pool up in her stomach, lips moving against yours gently, scared she’ll lose you if she pushes too hard. You pull away first, lips swollen but so delicious as you pant, trying to catch your breath. “Well, I like you too, Laforteza, took you too long.” You giggle, pulling her right back in before she can respond. 

Sophia smiles into the kiss, slowly turning you over and pinning you to the car. Her lips trail down from your lips, nipping on your jawline, moving to your neck, leaving deep wet kisses, covering you in her lipstick as you whine about how it tickles. “I’ve wanted this for so long, you have no idea.” Sophia sighs, biting down on your bottom lip, tugging at it till you moan, only ticking Sophia on further.

“Oh, trust me, I had all the ideas.” You snicker, giving her one last peck before you both hear a man wailing as he comes out of the restaurant. Sophia looks back, alerted. But it’s… Ethan. 

“Oh, my god. Did you… did you kick him in the nuts?” 

The master bedroom smelled like Sophia's perfume and the faint, acrid trace of her husband's aftershave still clinging to the sheets. 

Sophia Laforteza had you spread out on her king sized bed like you belonged there, her husband's side of the mattress was still neatly made, which made it better or worse. She hadn't decided yet.

Three fingers deep in your cunt, and you were already falling apart.

"Ah fuck— mommy, it's too much—"

"I know," Sophia said, and she didn't slow down. Her fingers curled inside you, the wet sounds coming from between your legs were obscene. "I know, baby. But you can take it, can't you? Be a good girl for mommy, and be quiet, okay?"

She leaned down and pressed her lips to your forehead. You were crying, little tears tracking down your temples into your hair. She wiped them with her thumb, gentle, as her fingers kept pumping into that slick heat.

"My husband could walk in any minute from his business trip," she murmured against your skin. "And find his pretty little babysitter making a mess all over his bed, and all over my hand."

The timeline of how she got here was still fresh in her mind.

Six weeks ago, her husband had come home and announced he'd hired a babysitter. Sophia had stared at him like he'd grown a second head.

"For what?" she'd asked. Their daughter Lucia was four. Sophia worked four days a week at the clinic, four days where Lucia stayed with Sophia's friend, Daniela, who had two kids the same age and a house full of toys. They didn't need a babysitter, they'd never needed a babysitter.

Her husband had shrugged, that loose easy shrug he did when he was lying. “Daniela’s got her hands full. Figured we'd give her a break. This girl needs the money for school anyway."

Bullshit, Sophia had thought. Absolute bullshit.

Then she'd met you.

You showed up on a Tuesday afternoon, all soft smiles and nervous hands. Nineteen years old, maybe twenty. Pre-med at the community college, tuition piling up, parents back in the province couldn't help much. You were wearing jeans that hugged your ass and a thin sweater that kept slipping off one shoulder.

Sophia hated you on sight.

Sophia clocked you on sight. Clocked what her husband was really doing. Every time you bent over to pick up Lucia’s toys, her husband’s eyes would drop to the curve of your ass.

Every time you reached for something on a high shelf and your shirt rode up, exposing a strip of skin above your waistband, he'd find an excuse to be in the room.

One time, Lucia had grabbed the collar of your shirt during a tantrum and yanked it down hard.

Your pink lace bra had spilled out before you could catch it, your nipples visible for a split second through the sheer fabric. He’s had been standing right there, and didn’t look away.

That night, Sophia had overheard him in the shower, jerking off. She recognised the rhythm through the door. 

He'd started touching you after that. Little things at first, a hand on your lower back when he squeezed past you in the kitchen, fingers resting just above the swell of your ass.

Once, he'd pressed a kiss to the top of your head and murmured, "Sorry, mija, thought you were Sophia." He'd laughed it off, and you'd laughed too, awkward and uncertain, and Sophia had watched from the doorway with her jaw tight enough to crack teeth.

She'd fought with him, screamed at him, called him a cheating piece of shit, which made him play dumb with wide innocent eyes.

"What are you talking about? She's just a kid. I'm helping her out."

One night after a particularly bad fight, Sophia had slammed the bedroom door so hard the frame splintered. She'd been storming down the hall, rage buzzing in her ears, when she passed the guest room they'd given you.

And stopped.

Because you were in there, alone and you were making sounds.

High pitched little whimpers. 

Breath catching. 

The wet, rhythmic noise of fingers moving in and out of a cunt, unmistakable once you'd heard it. Sophia had stood frozen in the hallway, her heart hammering, listening to you fuck yourself.

Then you'd moaned a name.

"Sophia—"

Not her husband. Not some boyfriend. Not some classmate.

Her name. Drawn out and desperate, broken into three syllables like a prayer—So-phi-a.

Sophia had stood there for a full minute after you finished, her thighs pressed together, her cunt throbbing, a slick heat spreading between her legs that she hadn't felt in years.

And she'd realised she didn't want you gone.

She wanted you under her.

The shift had been immediate and complete. The next day, she'd started doing everything he had had done, but worse. She had the advantage of being a woman, of being safe.

You never flinched when she touched you. Never tensed up the way you did when her husband got too close.

She started small.

A hand on your arm when she laughed at something you said. Standing behind you while you washed dishes, close enough that her breath stirred the hairs on the back of your neck, watching the goosebumps rise on your skin.

When Lucia did something cute, Sophia would lean into your ear and laugh low, felt you shiver every single time.

She knew what she was doing. 

Then came the gifts.

"Just a little something," she'd say, handing you a shopping bag. Frilly pink skirts that barely covered your ass.

Thigh high stockings that she showed you how to clip to a garter belt,”Like this, baby, let me help you" her fingers brushing the inside of your thighs.

Hair clips shaped like little bows, pearl earrings, a choker with a tiny heart pendant. Dressing you up piece by piece until you looked like something she'd curated. 

You'd worn it all. Thanked her shyly every time, never seemed to realise it wasn't generosity.

The first time she'd kissed you had been two weeks ago. Her husband was out late, Lucia was asleep, and you were curled up on the couch watching some reality show Sophia pretended to care about.

You'd turned your head to say something, Sophia couldn't even remember what, and she'd just leaned in and pressed her mouth to yours.

You'd frozen for exactly one second.

Then your lips parted, and you made a sound, a tiny whimper, and Sophia's tongue was in your mouth and her hand was on your throat and nothing had been the same since.

Tonight was the third time she'd had you in her bed.

Her husband was supposed to be back from his trip to Chicago tomorrow morning, but he'd texted an hour ago that his flight got moved up. He'd be home by nine.

Sophia didn't care.

She was three fingers deep in your cunt on his side of the mattress.

"Look at you," she murmured, pulling back to look at your face.

Your eyes were glassy, lips parted, cheeks wet. You were wearing one of the outfits she'd bought you, a pink babydoll dress that had ridden up around your waist, matching panties that she'd pulled to the side to get at you.

The stockings she'd picked out were soaked through at the inner thighs. "Look at the mess you're making."

She pulled her fingers out of you slow, just to watch you gasp, just to hear the wet schlick sound of it.

Her hand was coated in your slick, glistening up to the knuckles. She held it up between your faces, spread her fingers so you could see the strands of creamy fluid connecting them.

"This is what happens every time I touch you, isn't it?" She brought her fingers to her mouth and sucked them clean, two at a time, holding eye contact. Tasted tart and faintly sweet.

"You get so wet for me, so fast. I barely have to do anything."

You whimpered, hips bucking up into nothing.

"Please—"

"Please what?" Sophia shifted, positioning herself between your thighs. She was still fully dressed, white button, up with the top three buttons undone, black pencil skirt hiked up around her thighs. "Use your words, baby. You're a big girl."

"Please fuck me," you choked out. "Mommy, please—"

"Good girl."

She pushed back into you with four fingers this time, stretching you, and you cried out loud enough that she had to clamp her free hand over your mouth.

"What did I say about being quiet?"

She leaned in close, her breath hot against your cheek. “Lucia asleep. And he could walk through that door any minute. You want him to see this? You want him to see his wife's fingers buried in his babysitter's cunt?"

You shook your head frantically under her palm, but your hips kept grinding down on her hand.

"No? You sure? Because this pussy doesn't seem to agree." She curled her fingers, found that rough little patch inside you, pressed hard.

Your whole body seized up. "You're clenching me so tight, baby. You gonna come for mommy? Gonna soak my hand while my husband's key turns in the lock?"

Such a pretty doll, she'd thought then. My pretty doll.

Your muffled moan was desperate, high pitched, vibrating against her palm.

"Go ahead," Sophia whispered, fucking into you harder, the wet sounds filling the room. "Come on my fingers. Right here on his pillow. Make a mess. I want to see it."

She released your mouth.

"Ah—aaahhh—fuck, mommy, I'm—"

"Come," Sophia commanded, and you did, your back bowing off the mattress, your cunt clamping down on her fingers in pulsing waves, a gush of fluid soaking her palm and dripping down onto the sheets.

She fucked you through it, slow and steady, watching your face contort, watching the tears spill down your cheeks, watching you come undone completely under her hand.

When you finally went limp, chest heaving, she pulled her fingers out gently and brought them to your mouth.

"Clean them," she said.

You took her fingers between your lips, sucked them clean with soft, shaky moans, your tongue working between each digit.

"That's my good girl." Sophia stroked your hair with her free hand, pushed it back from your sweaty forehead. "So perfect. So pretty when you cry."

From somewhere downstairs, a sound.

The front door opening.

Keys clinking against the hall table.

"Sophia? I'm back early!"

Her husband’s voice echoed up the stairs.

Sophia smiled. 

"Right on time," she murmured, pulling her fingers from your mouth.

A string of spit connected from your bottom lip to her fingertips. She wiped it on your chin, slow, deliberate, then traced your jaw with her thumb.

"You're a mess," she said, and she said it like a compliment.

You blinked up at her, dazed, chest heaving.

The orange streetlight caught the wet on your cheeks, made you look like something out of a painting.

Sophia was going to remember this, the way your thighs were still spread, your cunt glistening and swollen, clit peeking out from under its hood like it was begging for attention. 

She looked down at you and sprawled on her husband's pillow, dress bunched up, stockings soaked, cunt still twitching, eyes wide with panic. "Don't move, baby. Let him see exactly what he was never going to get."

He hired a pretty young thing to wave in front of him, Sophia thought, rising from the bed and smoothing down her skirt. Never occurred to him she might not be for him.

"Sophia?" Footsteps on the stairs now. Getting closer. "You up there?"

"In here, mahal," Sophia called out, her voice syrupy sweet. She glanced back at you, still frozen on the bed, and winked. "We're just finishing up."

a/n: im very horny and only one person can fix it but my baby is currently on her period