Lynn

After the performance, the endless standing ovation and the little interviews you gave while being overwhelmingly emotional, you were done. Your twenty-two-year career was over and you were ready to celebrate it.

You avoided the private reception though. Not wanting to talk with obscenely rich fans who would try to make you tutor their kids or grandkids. You just went back to the bar of your hotel alone.

And that's where you met her. She was the prettiest girl you'd ever seen, wearing a dark green, perfectly fitted women's suit that matched her eyes beautifully. The aura around her was beyond intimidating. She looked like a doll with her long dark hair and when your eyes met, your heart dropped.

You made the first move, then chatted with her the whole night. Being a yapper was pretty tough when you flirted, but she listened, all her attention fixed on you. As if you were the only girl in the room. And between the laughs, the conversations, the gentle touches here and there that made your legs go numb and her soft-spoken voice, you shared a kiss on one of the hotel's balconies.

As if it was your lucky day, it went further. The two of you ended up in her hotel suite, making out hungrily every two seconds between sips of wine and the general culture quiz playing on the TV.

That was the greatest sex you'd ever had. And after fifteen years of travelling around the world to play piano here and there, and twelve years doing it alone as an adult, you were anything but new to the little game of hotel one-night stands.

And she was just so good at it. She worshipped your body the whole night long, leaving kisses and marks everywhere, caressing your skin as she fingered you, overwhelming you with her hands. Talia was a perfectionist, and it showed. She was so focused on your pleasure and attentive to every little sound you made.

She would mutter answers to questions from the quiz on the TV while still playing with your body, and you laughed every time she did it. She was so fun to be around, and it was surprising coming from a lady who looked so strict. You didn't only experience pleasure, you genuinely had fun. Between rounds, she kissed your belly, thighs and your face, listening to whatever you had to say. She hummed, smirking at your jokes and playing along.

Whenever you stopped talking, she'd start caressing you more slowly, giving you time to resume talking or to keep messing around with her.

She was so intoxicating. Undressing her felt like opening gifts on Christmas morning and even when you were the one giving her pleasure, she talked you through it, praising you for how well you were doing, how pretty you looked, and it just made you start playing with yourself as you ate her out.

Talia's moans were like rewards. You knew you were doing great, but she'd usually just whimper or breathe heavily, so whenever you actually got a moan out of her, you felt prouder than after any prize you'd ever won.

And when you finally closed your eyes to sleep, it was already sunrise. You slept for about two hours before quietly leaving the suite in the morning.

Talia had woken up with a startle when you closed her door. It was crazy. She never let her guard down, but with you, she actually did.

You got up beside her, got dressed, and left, and she hadn't heard any of it. You could've actually killed her. She wanted to go to your room afterwards, but she overthought it and never did.

She assumed you'd left because you wanted it to be just a one-night stand. And though she somehow wanted more, she didn't do anything about it.

She didn't forget you. During those three years, she'd thought about you every other day. Talia would never say it out loud, but she used to get herself off to your interviews whenever she was stressed out. She didn't even need to watch them, just hearing your voice was enough to make her come. Watching you was only a bonus. If she felt greedy or wanted it to be quick, she'd listen and watch you.

The lady didn't only lust after you, she also listened to your music. She played videos of your recitals thousands of times; when she was getting ready, when she was doing paperwork, when she meditated, even when she had trouble sleeping. You had simply become part of her life, but she never looked for you, preferring to keep her distance as she believed you wanted.

And then your paths crossed again.

Talia wanted to get close to her son. Not in a perfect loving mother way, baking, grounding him because he didn't do the dishes —even she didn't know how to do that— putting bandages on his wounds. No. Not like this.

She didn't know how to do any of these things anyway and it was way too embarrassing for both of them.

But still, she wanted something. Something outside of the league or Damian being Robin. Something about his daily life that she would handle.

Playing soccer with him? No, she didn't like putting effort into something as trivial. Taking drawing lessons with him? No, he was very good at drawing and she was too. She felt like it would only entice competition between them. They both loved to win and, though she felt proud whenever her son did something better than her, she also didn't like taking it easy on him.

After a short phone call with Alfred, she found it. The old man had mentioned the PTA (Parents Teacher Association) at Damian's middle school. Obnoxious and stupidly rich parents who met every Wednesday to talk about school and social matters concerning their kids.

So not only would she be involved in something very serious in Damian's life, but whenever there were little festivals, sports days, proms and shit, she would also get to spend time with him.

What better way to be part of her son's life than being in a place he spent 5/7 of his week, almost ten months a year?

That's how she became part of the PTA the very next week. The first meeting was at 6 p.m. in one of the school's reception rooms. There were about a hundred parents and a dozen teachers.

Why that many? She didn't know. Maybe rich Gothamite people things. That's when your eyes met again after three years. You were standing alongside an old man and a lady who looked like a seven years old.

Her eyes widened. You were here. She knew she wasn't mistaking you for someone else, she'd recognize you from behind. You simply smiled softly at her, which she didn't return, too shocked, only watching you from head to toe.

You didn't look surprised by her presence, as if you knew she'd come. How?

Later that evening, you found yourself sitting beside her as a teacher gave a little speech about the upcoming events.

"Hi" you muttered, your eyes fixed on the teacher standing on stage.

"Hello" she answered, strangely nervous.

"You're Damian's mother, right?" you continued.

Her eyes turned towards you and, after a few seconds, yours did too. She looked at you, puzzled, before finally chuckling.

"Is this a little game of yours?"

And it was your turn to widen your eyes, lips parting. "You..."

"Of course I remember you."

"Oh... Sorry, I thought you'd forgotten me. It's been a while." You chuckled awkwardly.

Talia nodded. "You don't look surprised to see me here though."

Playing with the hem of your dress, you shook your head. "I teach music to your son. You two look alike."

And she smirked. "Really?"

You thought for a second. "Mostly, yeah. You're gentler though."

Talia leaned on her elbow, her chin resting against her palm, her green eyes studying every little detail of your face. "So that's what you do now? You're a music teacher?"

You were very aware of her presence. Your heartbeat sounded too loud and those pretty green eyes scrutinizing your every little move were already too much for you to handle.

"No, actually I teach history for the high schoolers. But I give music lessons once a week to middle schoolers."

She raised an eyebrow. "I thought you were done with music."

You smiled without even realizing it. She was the first person who questioned that choice. Everybody else found it normal. A piano virtuoso who had won the International Chopin Piano Competition three times —so basically every time you had competed— becoming a music teacher after retirement? Very basic indeed.

People tended to question the fact that you taught history instead of music full-time far more than the opposite.

But Talia knew. She remembered. She knew you had a history degree. She also knew you were done with elite piano classes.

"You remembered that?"

She huffed as if it was the dumbest question she'd ever heard. "Three years isn't nearly long enough for me to forget everything."

Your heart missed a beat, just like it had that night. Damn. You were done for.

"I'm expensive," you answered instead, trying to cover up the frantic song of your heart.

You had spent most of your life travelling from country to country. When you wanted a new dress, you'd simply waited to have a recital in Paris in order to send someone to get one for you. And though you weren't in this lifestyle anymore, you still loved financial comfort.

"A teacher's salary isn't enough to support me, even if this school pays us really well. So I give an hour of music lessons to middle schoolers who are volunteer, and their parents pay me triple my salary thinking I'll turn their kids into the next Beethoven."

Talia was stupidly happy. She liked the sound of your voice. It felt good. Reassuring. She loved hearing you talk and was willing to do many things to keep you doing it.

"Why Gotham? Aren't you from Texas?"

Your heart clenched again. Why did she remember all of that? It was so fucking attractive.

"It's silly, but I just spun a globe and moved to whatever city it landed on. And tada. Batman, Robin, Harley Quinn. You know. Gotham."

Talia hummed, not quite knowing how to keep the conversation going. She wasn't good at talking too much. You were, but she could tell you felt too awkward to start yapping. Still, she wanted you to take control of the conversation and lead her wherever you wanted.

"Damian did not volunteer for your piano lessons, did he?" she asked hurriedly when she noticed you were about to redirect your attention to the speech.

"No, he didn't," you answered with a chuckle.

"He's just not part of any clubs, which is mandatory. So we agreed that he could simply attend my lessons once week, taking only one hour of his time instead of the six a club would've."

You turned towards her quickly, eyes brightening. "You know what he said to me?"

Talia smirked, shaking her head. There you go. Finally getting you to yap.

"He said, 'Let's make a deal, Miss. You make a paper allowing me not to join any clubs and I'll ask my dad to get you promoted.'"

Talia laughed and you did too, delighted by the sound of it.

"I'm sorry. He thinks everyone is buyable. His father grounds him often for that. I'll talk to him."

"That's fine. He got his paper, but my lessons serve as a club replacement. He's so bored that he's thinking about signing up for the soccer team instead."

You looked very pleased with yourself after saying that.

And then, to her absolute horror, your attention drifted away from her when a woman sat down on your other side. Apparently, you knew each other because the conversation started flowing instantly.

So you stopped talking to her just to go talk with another woman?

"Always a pleasure talking with you. My daughter wants to be just like you someday," the woman said warmly.

"She wants to teach history?" you asked ironically.

Talia caught it in your tone. The woman didn't.

"Haha, silly you. No! She wants to be a virtuoso."

"I'm not one anymore, but I'm sure she'll be one for a long time." You laughed and Talia rolled her eyes, annoyed.

That night, Talia went home without getting the chance to talk to you again. And she tried. She really tried.

But you'd always managed to avoid her, leaving her watching you from across the room the entire evening, increasingly upset.

The next Wednesday you weren't at the PTA meeting.

And at the next meeting again, you were there. Still not accessible, this time, you were the one doing speeches and talking about the upcoming events, sometimes your eyes crossed Talia's, but you'd always turn to someone else randomly, too overwhelmed by her. Talia hated it so bad. She wanted to go talk to you, but as soon as you finished your speech, you left, walking faster towards the exit. Again.

The next Wednesday, you weren't there. Again.

It drove her completely mad. She spent the three previous years holding onto the thought of you desperately, like a creep, and she never did anything to find you. Because she thought that's what you wanted, because she thought it was just how things were meant to be, because somehow she was a bit scared of possible rejection.

Now she had found you again, randomly, like fate, and you were so receptive and looked like you had fun with her, just as she did. So why were you still avoiding her? She didn't even have time to make a move!

The next Wednesday, she wasn't able to take her attention off you. As always, you were surrounded by people wanting you to give private lessons to their kids.

Talia hated the way she felt. She spent the evening rolling her eyes, huffing and frowning. She needed air. That's when a maths teacher came to talk to her, a very composed lady, always dressed like a minister. Her makeup was flawless, she was flawless. She wasn't some thirty-three-year-old woman who didn't know what to do with her life.

She was very mature, very experienced, very straightforward, everything you didn't think you were.

You had just watched them talking, seeing the teacher laugh made you bite your lip. Then your eyes crossed Talia's and you'd smile faintly, trying to hide your jealousy. You thought you were done for, this lady was way out of your league, just like Talia was. They just got along pretty great.

Talia knew you were watching, she also knew you didn't like that. It showed. You were jealous or something like that. Fine, it was actually a pretty good sign, so why were you still running away if you were into her?

She could've played with you, maybe flirting with the lady just to see if you were really jealous or if it would entice you to make a move. But she didn't, first because she wasn't into childish games that could possibly hurt you and next because this whole situation frustrated her so badly that playing this stupid game and entertaining a lady she didn't give a fuck about was too much.

Talia just wanted a good talk with you, maybe a good kiss, so she approached you, ignoring the fact that you weren't alone.

"Hello." She simply said.

You smiled awkwardly, tightening your fists "Hi..."

"Could I have a chat with you? About school matters..." she asked and you laughed awkwardly, avoiding eye contact with her.

"Alright, probably in ten minutes though... I'm still busy with these adorable faces."

The people around you laughed as if it were funny. It wasn't, even you didn't find it funny. Talia would've smiled though if she wasn't so pissed.

She nodded and left, staying not very far away, looking as if she was waiting for her prey. But obviously, you had to make it more difficult. You ran away. Suddenly. You actually ran out of the door, leaving everyone perplexed.

Talia was speechless, you didn't even try to hide it anymore!

So she made a decision, if she didn't talk to you at the next meeting, she'd let you be. She wouldn't try to pursue you anymore and she'd just ignore you.

The next Wednesday, you were absent, and the next one as well. This whole situation had been going on for more than a month.

Everything finally changed at the very next meeting.

You were there, finally. But Talia didn't cross eyes with you, she didn't try to talk to you and neither did you. She just spent the evening talking to that maths teacher, not to annoy you, but because that lady started the conversation.

You watched them the whole evening, distracted, overthinking every single one of Talia's movements. They went so well together, you hated it. Talia did her best not to look at you either, she needed to regain some common sense.

Even though she wanted it so badly, she was not chasing a woman who basically ran away from her. She was done trying with you and she wouldn't look at you. —She tried to convince herself she was done.—

Then she heard glass shatter and her eyes instantly turned towards you to make you sure you were alright. Apparently someone had bumped into you, making you drop your glass of wine. Your blouse was soaked with the red liquid.

You were still smiling though, reassuring the man who had done it. You looked like you wanted to cry, as if this was your last straw. Your eyes crossed Talia's and you gave her the fakest smile ever, making her heart skip a beat, then you left for the bathroom.

"She is silly, isn't she? I like her, it's refreshing." The maths teacher said, laughing softly.

Alright... You won. She sighed and excused herself and followed you.

You were in your bra, washing your blouse in the sink, muttering curses under your breath, tears gathering at the corners of your eyes. She closed the door and leaned against it. You didn't even raise your head, you knew it was her.

"You're not running away?" she asked sarcastically, mostly because she didn't know what to say to comfort someone.

"Talia, I'm not in the mood. I don't like that." Your voice cracked.

"You don't like what?!" She answered, her voice louder than it had ever been. She wasn't shouting though.

You didn't answer, fisting the cotton.

"I don't like it when you run away every time I'm trying to talk to you just to act weird when I'm talking with someone else! I don't like being here giving a damn about this situation because I was supposed to be done with it, but you just won't leave my mind."

Again, no answer from you and she sighed.

"I don't even know what I'm saying. I'm leaving." She muttered but didn't move yet, still trying to get something out of you.

"We're not supposed to be doing this, you should actually leave, yes." You finally answered.

And she didn't say anything, her heart clenching painfully in her chest. "So why are you crying..." she whispered.

You pressed your lips together, holding onto your clothes, tears running down your cheeks, your head lowered.

"Let's have a proper talk. Let's make things clearer for both of us and we'll see what happens. I think we're both very tired of this, right?" She finally said. If she didn't know how to comfort someone, she knew how to be honest with people and she knew how to be gentle with you —that's all she knew how to be with you actually—

You nodded, still looking down, wiping your tears away.

That's how you found yourself in the backseat of her car, driven by her chauffeur. She was sitting next to you silently, one arm resting against the leather seat, her posture as composed as ever. She had given you her jacket so you could cover yourself up.

When you arrived in front of your apartment, she clicked on the button that raised a wall between the front and the backseat.

"I'm not sure I want to talk anymore. We... we should just take some space. Sorry and thank you for the dr-"

"Why do you self-sabotage?" Talia cut you off.

You raised your head, surprised, lips parted, completely silent. Talia added that expression to the list of things she hated the most next to your silence.

"I'm pretty sure I made it clear that I'm interested in you. You also made it obvious that you are into me, right?" she pursued.

You didn't answer, biting your bottom lip.

"So if we're both interested, why do you keep running away? I'm right in front of you. I'm chasing you even though Wednesdays were supposed to be about my son. And I do it because I want to, I really want it. But you keep running, be honest. Please. What's going on? Let me know because I'm so lost."

Her eyes moved all over your face, trying to find something. Your lips trembled.

"I'm not ready for this, Talia. I'm a thirty-three-year-old woman who doesn't even know what she wants in life. I'm not sure I'll keep being a teacher, I'm not sure I'm staying in Gotham. I mean, I chose this city through fate, that's such a kid's thing to do!" You frowned.

"I don't know where I'm going, I don't even know myself, I'm not the right choice for you." You said the last part with a sob.

Talia exhaled, reassured. She felt like she could breathe again. Suddenly a wave of tiredness enveloped her body, all her anxiety fading away.

"So that's what it was about..." she mumbled, so fucking happy.

The two of you were sitting next to the windows. She grabbed your hand and gently pulled you towards her, your head dropping onto her shoulder, one of her arms wrapping around your waist while the other remained intertwined with yours.

Tears were running down your cheeks wetting her shoulder and you sobbed quietly. "So you're interested in me, but you've spent your whole life dedicated to something you don't want anymore. And now that you don't have it anymore, you feel helpless and lost because that was the center of your life." She said, trying to guide you through the conversation.

You nodded. "I just know I don't want to play piano anymore. And I don't want anything casual with you, but I don't know how to be a lover or something. I don't even know what I like. Piano is my only talent, that was my only hobby, my only personality, I have nothing without it, but I also don't want it."

She hummed, stroking your side through the fabric of her jacket you wore. "So it's time to build a new life, you just have to do and try everything you weren't able to."

And there were a lot of those things. You didn't go to high school because you had online classes, you didn't have a prom, you didn't go to college, you got your history degree through online classes, you never dated anyone nor slept twice with the same person, in fact it was a miracle you weren't a virgin.

The last time you had friends was in elementary school, you never travelled with friends or family, you never went to a wedding, you never properly visited a country even though you'd travelled your whole life —you used to arrive, play and leave.—

There were a lot of things you hadn't done since middle school or elementary school. Like going to the movies, and it's not that you didn't have time to go to the movies, you just weren't in the mood. Your career trapped you in a spiral of routine, boredom, fatigue and loneliness.

"I cannot ask you to wait for me to be ready. You're not the kind of lady who likes this bullshit." You said, wiping your tears away.

"You're right, but you are no bullshit. I can wait, I'm going to wait, but I'm not leaving."

"I don't know how much time it'll take me. You might want to leave me."

She chuckled softly. "Let's start together. Let's discover who you are together. That way you'll be able to build yourself a new life. And... maybe I'll be part of it? Will you let me?"

You lifted your head, meeting her eyes. "You still want me?"

She nodded. "But don't run away, please, or tell me when you're helpless, I promise I'll listen. And let's see each other outside of Wednesday nights, I'd like to keep these evenings for my son."

"You're very responsible for an assassin. I like it." You buried your face in the crook of her neck.

She patted your head, completely unbothered. "How do you get that information?" She didn't show a trace of surprise nor discomfort.

You shrugged. "I had time to kill before I started teaching."

"Maybe you should be a detective." Talia said, half-joking.

"Everyone as bored as me can be a detective. I'm not even sure I understand everything I've found though. Bruce Wayne is Nightwing, isn't he?"

And she laughed. "Never mind, let's find you another path."

"Together?"

She kissed your temple and held you tighter.

"Please."

Yeah, despite not knowing what you wanted in life, you sure wanted to be with Talia.

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── Lynn ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Walking through a small Gotham park, practically groaning and yelling at the person on the other end of the line, you'd grown quite accustomed to not giving a fuck about how you looked to strangers.

After all, who in this city of New Jersey would care about a woman cursing a little too loudly? They'd rather have you disturbing their already nonexistent peace than deal with the Penguin.

"Bruce... I'm not doing this." You finally said after a long exhale.

"Please. I promise I'll give you a week off." The man replied, completely unbothered by your shouting.

"I deserve a whole fucking month off, man, and you wouldn't even survive two weeks without me!" And you were right.

If Alfred was the one in charge of managing the manor and giving advice for his little vigilante activities, you were the one in charge of Bruce Wayne's normal professional life.

You were his right-hand woman, and his best friend. And given the amount of work and sleep deprivation this man endured, without you he would've died from overwork years ago.

"You're right, I wouldn't. That's why I'm only offering a week, actually."

"I'm not playing with you, Bruce."

"Yeah, my apologies. I'll make it up to you. Damian will too." You could hear the smile in his voice, and it only made you even angrier.

"You cannot. You're asking me to have a meeting all alone with your son's mother even though she's been looking forward to seeing him for weeks! I'm not dealing with a frustrated mother, especially when she's an assassin!" You shouted, though the end of your sentence came out in a mutter.

Spotting a bench beneath the shade of a tree, you dropped onto it with a frown. A cool breeze brushed against your face while a couple jogged past without sparing you a glance.

"It's not even part of my professional responsibilities!"

"But it's part of your friendly ones.” He negotiated.

"Don't play that card with me, Queen Bee."

He sighed. "Come on. It's the first time he's ever expressed interest in doing something with me outside of fighting crime. And our private jet lands in five." He had officially started using the desperate father cards.

"We don't have time to see his mother, and he doesn't want to deal with the disappointment in her voice if he tells her himself. Though he's probably the only one who can even detect any trace of feelings."

His last sentence made you chuckle despite your annoyance.

You'd seen Talia Al Ghul a few times over the years. She was always stoic, never showing discomfort nor comfort. She would smirk occasionally or roll her eyes whenever someone said something stupid, but that was it. She was basically a less talkative version of her son, who was already not much of a yapper.

And now you'd have to deal with her alone because her son wanted to watch a soccer match in Europe with Cassandra and had somehow expressed that he'd tolerate his father's presence.

"I don't want to die, Bee." you groaned.

"She won't kill you. She might kill me, though. Please, you just have to go to this restaurant and handle the very professional meeting about her investment in Wayne Corp. When she sees you arrive alone, she'll know her afternoon with Damian is canceled. She won't even ask why." he explained once again.

"Yeah, you're just a fucking coward who stood up a mother and isn't even capable of telling her himself." you mumbled.

"I'd tell her, but Damian doesn't want me to. Honestly, right now I just want to do whatever makes my kids happy."

Damn. You hated how much you loved them.

"Have fun. You owe me, Queen Bee."

"I own you my life indeed. Thank you, Gem."

And he hung up as you leaned back against the bench, closing your eyes while the afternoon sunlight filtered through the leaves overhead and hit your face.

You cursed under your breath, opened your eyes and saw her.

Long brown hair. Brown skin. Pretty almond-shaped green eyes. Dark lipstick. Talia Al Ghul. Sitting right next to you.

You startled so violently that you nearly fell off the bench, jumping back with a scream. Your phone slipped from your fingers and hit the ground.

She merely looked at you with that steady, unreadable stare before bending down and picking it up. It took you several seconds before you finally accepted it back.

"I-I'm sorry. I didn't see you coming. You're really like your son, that's... actually crazy..." you chuckled awkwardly.

"Thank you," she replied at the comment about her son.

Your eyes widened slightly. "Since when have you been here?"

"I was already here when you sat down." she answered in her usual low voice.

This woman had the quietest voice you'd ever heard. You'd never heard emotions in it either. Just soft-spoken words, as if she was always cautious of unwanted ears listening in.

And that discretion, that ability to disappear and make people ignore her presence, was insane. You genuinely hadn't seen her when you sat down.

"Oh. I'm so sorry..." You winced. "Y-You heard everything?"

"Apparently."

You sighed, mortified. "I don't think they'll answer if I call to let them know you're aware of the situation. They have, you know... a flight."

She raised an eyebrow. "You're going to tell them that I know?"

That's a weird question, you thought.

Still, you nodded. "You're not going to call Bruce and threaten him with death?"

You matched her tone perfectly on purpose.

She shrugged. "I would love to. But I didn't want to get you in trouble. If I call, he'll know you let the information slip."

You burst out laughing. "I won't get in trouble with Queen Bee," you said, mocking the nickname as if it were the dumbest thing ever.

Bruce Wayne getting you in trouble. How laughable.

"But that's a sweet thought. Thank you."

She just nodded without breaking eye contact with you, leaving a silence hanging in the air. Awkward.

“Sorry, what was your name again? Gem?” She broke the silence.

You chuckled awkwardly and answered with your name. “I understand the confusion, they always call me Gem. I’m working with Bruce, we met a few times I think. I’m here to handle the meeting for him.”

She nodded. “Yeah, I knew that. I just never heard your name actually. Damian calls you ‘Aunt’.”

It made you smile. “I like those kids. If only their father wasn’t a piece of shit. Always been more Superman than Batman anyway.”

And finally, a little smile. But not the mocking smirk you’d seen when she was teasing her son or Bruce’s other kids —even Bruce himself sometimes.— It was a genuine soft smile that reached her eyes. Damn, she was really pretty.

“No, you don’t.”

Sarcastically, you acted as if you were thinking and finally shrugged. “No, I don’t.” Smiling. “What brings you to a Gotham park this early? The meeting is only tomorrow.”

She used to come and leave the same day, or a few days later if she was spending time with her son. She never came a day before, though.

“I wanted to make a surprise. Damian always plays with the stray cats that hang around this park.”

Ouch. You felt sorry for her.

“Don’t take pity on me. We’re used to disappointing each other.”

She said it so casually it made you laugh. It was insane how well she hid her emotions, you couldn’t read a hint of disappointment on her face. “Want to have the meeting right now? So you don’t lose more of your time here.”

She shook her head. “No, I’m not investing anymore.”

Your eyes widened and your smile faltered. “Why? Did I say something wrong?” You completely turned toward her, leaning over slightly.

“You didn’t do anything.”

You frowned. “So you’re canceling hundreds of millions worth of arrangements because you’re mad at a man dressed like a furry?”

She frowned, clearly wondering what the hell a furry was, but it seemed to describe Bruce Wayne properly enough, so she went along with it.

“I’m not mad at him, but I just want to piss him off.”

You laughed again. She was quite funny, to your surprise. “Yeah, I feel you.”

She understood that her son didn’t want to tell her and avoided it. They weren’t good at talking, she would’ve done the same. So no, she wasn’t mad nor pissed about this situation.

But for some reason, Bruce Wayne had climbed to the top of the list of people she wanted dead. And she wasn’t quite sure why.

“You’re not pushing further for the investment?” she finally asked.

“Hell no. This man already makes crazy money. He’s certainly not in need of more.”

“I’m sure he won’t last long without you. I’m not sure he deserves your skills,” she mumbled, her voice so quiet you weren’t entirely sure you heard her correctly.

You leaned over again and she tensed, leaning back.

You smirked, tilting your head. “He does unfortunately. They’re my family. I’d die for them.”

“My son too?” Her voice was softer this time.

You smiled again moved by her tone, sweet, so sweet, as if she was hoping you’d die for him too.

“Bruce loves them more than life itself. If I had to choose between him and your son, I’m saving Damian, because that’s what he’ll want. Your son is part of my family, and I love Bruce enough to sacrifice him over Dami.”

Then again, another smile appeared on her lips and she turned her gaze toward the horizon, watching people walk along the path.

“I trust you then. Please stay around for them and I’ll always make sure you’re safe, even though they already have your back.”

You noticed how she said “them”, not only talking about her son but also about the others.

Talia used to visit very often, twice a week or something like that. Recently she hadn’t had the time, and it’d been weeks since she last came. To your surprise, she was close to everyone, not only her son.

She’d spare with Dick and Tim, she’d takeCass and Steph out sometimes, she even deal sometimes with very illegal activities with Jason, making Bruce very, very unhappy.

In fact, the last time you’d seen her was during Cassandra’s and Stephanie’s prom night. You were helping them get ready when she’d simply appeared by the window and handed them perfume.

You’d asked Bruce why she was sweeter than any report had ever described.

He answered that Talia was simply very loyal and if someone took care of those she loved, she would take care of them too. And she loved her son, so if you loved him enough to die for him, she’d trust and like you too, at least a little.

It’s like she’s paying her dues.

“And I think my kids are very fun to be around, especially when you’re an assassin who spent their whole life hiding their feelings,” Bruce had added that day.

And it made you laugh. She just liked those kids.

Your phone started ringing, reminding you that you had to get back to work.

“You’re leaving?” she asked, turning back toward you.

You had to, but you didn’t want to.

The conversation was comfortable and she was surprisingly fun to be around.

“Do you still want to have lunch with me tomorrow? The reservation is still on. We won’t talk about work obviously if you’re not investing, but I actually wanted to try this restaurant, so…” You rambled, rubbing the back of your neck.

“You want to grab lunch with a poor assassin disappointed mother?”

You giggled at the reference to your phone call. “You don’t have other plans anyway, right?”

And she nodded. You saw her shoulders relax just a tiny little bit. “Alright, I’ll be there then…”

And that’s how it happened.

The two of you met at this restaurant the very next day. At first, the conversation was about Bruce and work, then fuck him. You didn’t mention him any other time.

You talked about childhood, food, fashion, cats, you just had the most random subjects of conversation and it was mad fun. She told you she had never watched any Disney movie, and it was the craziest thing you’d ever heard.

“You have to watch one of them! Mulan is my favorite.” You said, stealing a bit of her dessert.

She didn’t frown nor acknowledge your action, as if she didn’t care about the cacao cake.

“You’re inviting me?” she asked, pushing her plate toward you, offering you the rest of her dessert.

“Hell yeah. I am.” You answered without much thinking.

And you spent the rest of the day with her, in your apartment, watching Mulan, then The Princess and the Frog, then Tangled, then Moana and then Frozen. She was very focused on every single one of them.

Leaning on her elbow on your couch, a plaid over her lap and tea in her other hand, she’d comment sometimes or hum along with you.

“So what was your favorite?” you asked when it was already dark outside, scrolling through your phone to order sushi on an app.

Cliché, but you thought she’d say Mulan, the action in it was very cool.

“Tangled?” she said, getting up and reaching for her bag.

You placed your phone aside, thinking she had finally decided to leave.

“Really? Thought you disliked that one the most.”

She came back next to you, handing you her credit card. Your eyes widened slightly. She hadn’t decided to leave, and it made you very happy. More than normal, actually.

“She is cute.” She simply said, looking into your eyes as always. And you went silent, lips parted.

“Rapunzel.” She added.

And you chuckled. You had forgotten the subject and taken her words personally. How embarrassing.

“You’re taking my card someday?” she asked.

You stopped laughing, shaking your head. “If I were paying with my money, I’d accept it. But it’s on Bruce.”

She tilted her head, still holding out her card “But there is nothing professional about it…”

You shrugged. “I basically live on his money because without me Wayne Corp is over. My heartbeat is very professional.”

And she smirked. “Alright, but I’ll pay next time.”

Next time… There is a next time?

You were watching Aladdin and then Tarzan, eating your sushi and drinking wine, when she said she had never been to an amusement park after you told her about that day at Disney World where you fell off an attraction replicating the flying carpet.

You found it less surprising than the Disney movie thing, maybe because you’d already met people who never went there too, or maybe because you’d become used to the gap between your lives.

But still, you said, “Wanna go with me tomorrow? Or are you leaving?”

She shook her head. “I’m not leaving. Waiting for Damian. Don’t you have work though?”

Damn. You did. She made you forget about it.

You didn’t want to go back to work. It wasn’t a rare thought of yours, but you’d never thought about skipping work just to go hang out with someone.

“That’s fine, I’m taking the day off.”

And you’d never done that either.

“I feel like I don’t have to ask if you’re allowed to. You seem to be allowed to kill whoever you want.”

She frowned at Jasmine kissing Aladdin on the screen. “He is just a liar.” she mumbled.

“Bruce gave me a week off when he forced me to deal with his personal issues with you alone. I feel like it’s only fair to spend it with you.” You said, bringing a sashimi to your mouth.

Your eyes were focused on the screen. It took you a few seconds to realize she hadn’t answered. You turned your attention toward her. She was looking at you and you could see surprise on her face.

“Hm?” You tilted your head.

“You… You’re gonna spend that week off with me?” she asked in disbelief.

Oh. That’s what you said. Maybe you shouldn’t have. Maybe she misunderstood you. Maybe she didn’t want to. Did you want to? You just needed an excuse.

“I-It would just be fair. I got it thanks to you after all.” You blurted out.

“But Damian is back tomorrow, and I’m leaving the next morning. I won’t be around all week.”She spoke almost in a whisper.

It was as if she was listing every reason why you shouldn’t spend more time with her. Trying to convince you.

“Alright. Then I’ll just take tomorrow off for now. And I’m taking the other days when you’re around until we reach the five days.”

You paused the movie, realizing neither of you was paying attention anymore.

She tilted her head, a faint smirk pulling at the corner of her lips. “So I have to be available three more times?”

You shook your head. “Actually, five. Today didn’t count, the meeting was already planned and I already had the afternoon off. So you have to be available tomorrow and four other times.”

As you talked, you felt like you were begging for her attention. But seeing that it might work, you kept going.

“Why did you have your afternoon off?”

“Oh, I needed some time to do my administrative paperwork. I’m too lazy to do it on weekends and I haven’t done my tax papers since last year, I think. I’m very late.” You said cheerfully.

And she frowned. “So why did we watch movies all afternoon and evening?”

Your eyes widened. Right. She made you forget. You hadn’t done any of it.

“Shit! I got an appointment at 7:30 AM tomorrow for these!” You exclaimed, placing both hands on the sides of your head dramatically.

For the first time ever, she laughed. Brightly. Melodiously.

Her laugh was louder than her voice, as if she didn’t laugh often enough to know how to lower it the way she did when she spoke.

“How didn’t you realize that when you got to spend a whole Monday afternoon at home?”

“I don’t know, I’m just really having fun with you and I didn’t realize.” You mumbled, embarrassed.

And she laughed again, softer this time. “Alright. Well, let’s do it.”

You frowned. Her laugh was so intoxicating you hadn’t paid enough attention to the situation.

“Do what?”

“Your paperwork. It’s 8 PM and tomorrow we’re out all day. We should wrap it up quickly so you can go to bed.” She said it as if this situation wasn’t completely insane.

You did your administrative work with Talia Al Ghul, drinking wine, with a Grey’s Anatomy episode playing in the background, and you were laughing. Nothing was normal.

“You shouldn’t let me have access to all this personal information.” She said while printing a copy of your birth certificate for the supporting documents.

“You could obtain it in a second if you wanted to. Maybe you already have it.”

She smirked, shrugging. “Maybe.”

The very next day, after your meeting, Talia joined you and you went to an amusement park. She wasn’t impressed. Not even a bit.

Not even during the 128-meter-high ride. She was stoic and silent while you were screaming your lungs out. However, the day was fun. At some point, you won a butterfly plushie at a hot-dog-eating contest and gave it to her. She just looked at it, guffawed, and said, “She has a stupid smile.” Mocking the plushie.

And after a long day of attractions and the plushies the two of you had won for each other, you reached the Wayne Manor gates with a bright smile on your face.

Cass, Damian, and Bruce had just arrived, their luggage still in the entrance hall. Cass was showing Alfred videos of the game, Jason was messing with Damian, and Bruce was talking with Dick.

They all went silent at your sight as you placed your black cat and bubble tea plushies aside.

“Mother.” Damian said, nodding.

“Let’s have a chat.” She said to her son.

Alfred, quick as always, went to grab the butterfly from her hand. It made Talia frowned, squeezing your gift tightly.

But Alfred didn’t back down with a smile that said, “I’ll give it back when you’re ready to leave.”

Then she hummed at him. “Great to see you again, Alfred.” Accepting his attention.

“As it is for me, Miss Al Ghul.”

She turned toward you with a smile that surprised everyone and waved. “See you next time.”

And she climbed the stairs, probably heading toward her son’s room for some privacy. Damian rolled his eyes and followed her.

“Okay… What was that?” Jason whispered.

“I think I hung out with Talia?”

And you loved every second of it, looking forward to your next encounter.

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── Lynn ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

After the laundry room at Daniela's party, it happened again in a bathroom at the Human Sciences library on your campus. Then it happened a few times during a five-day break at your parents' house. Obviously, Sophia came along, as always. It was the sickest thing ever: Sophia giving you a head by the pool and, ten minutes later, you were sitting across from her as she cut the steak for one of your little siblings.

It always felt wrong every time it happened. Your sister's childhood best friend, whom your parents considered their daughter, who was always at your place —because it had actually become her home too— and you were fucking.

It also happened at the house you shared with your big sister next to your uni. Of course it happened. Sophia practically lived there too. Sometimes it was in her bedroom, sometimes in yours, and sometimes somewhere else around the house.

You would come back home after a lecture and happen to see her walking out of your bedroom. And you'd ask what the hell she was doing there, alone, without you. And she would just smile, winking. And you never did anything to stop it because, to your worst nightmare, it actually excited you that she needed you enough to do things around your room whenever she needed a release.

Sophia and you were kind of friends with benefits. At least, that's what it seemed like to everyone. Her friends and your sister's friends assumed it was only a matter of time before you two started dating.

Your sister, Emma, was sometimes awkward about it. She had already told you she didn't care, but she just didn't want to hear or see her little sister and the girl she considered a sister doing the deed around the house.

Sophia became shameless. The sweet girl who had always smiled and always tried to be nice to you for the past ten years was gone. She was just a tease now. She would stroke your hand when it wasn't necessary. She would flirt with you openly, whether you were alone or surrounded by friends. She texted you constantly. In fact, you never opened any of her messages in public, too afraid of what she might have sent.

One day, it was a text about your mother wanting to know where everyone wanted to go for the next vacation.

The next, it was a video of her sprawled across your bed, legs spread, your vibrator buried inside her as she pinched her clit, whispering filthy things about how badly she needed you.

And you'd come home to find her cooking or studying, smiling as if she'd never done any of it. She would tease you knowingly until you gave up and ended up fucking her somewhere in the house.

Sophia was beyond shame after the laundry-room incident. But she always acted as if you were the one who couldn't control yourself. She'd tease you all day long in the nastiest ways imaginable, then turn sweet again the moment you were on the verge of losing it. And when she got what she wanted —which was always— she would flutter her lashes innocently and say something like: "You literally jump on me out of nowhere. I'm not the needy one here."

It was always nasty and messy, carrying so many things you'd never say to each other. It always felt wrong, but so good at the same time. Like it was meant to be.

And everything changed because of a simple thought.

It was a Monday afternoon. Your sister had a night lecture. You were alone at home when Sophia arrived.

She didn't need to explain why she was there. If she wanted to come over, she could. She had her own room at your place after all.

But this time she came with an excuse. "I forgot my business book." She did that often, showing up when she knew you were alone and rambling stupid excuses when both of you knew exactly why she was really there, only for her to act innocent afterward.

You had just made her come three times, and she was panting on the couch, wearing nothing but her panties, pushed to the side and revealing her wetness. Her eyes were glassy as she fought to stay propped up on her elbows.

You grabbed her arm and pulled her onto your lap while she was still recovering, her head resting in the crook of your neck.

Your fingers drifted lower, spreading her apart with two fingers, and she moaned loudly into your ear. She was overly sensitive and couldn't take much more.

"I can't..." she whispered.

You pinched her clit, smiling softly at the state she was in. "You sure?" You pushed a finger inside her and her walls tightened instantly around it. "But you still look so needy..." You nibbled her earlobe.

She held onto you tightly, tears dampening your neck as she rambled nonsense, her breath uneven with every thrust. "We can't keep go—" Another finger stretched her open and a quiet moan escaped her lips. "Emma will be back soon. You can't."

"I know," you mumbled, still playing with her. "I just wish you could stay like this forever." You kissed her temple.

She froze.

Her breathing stopped for a second before she gasped.

You raised an eyebrow as she placed a hand on your shoulder and pushed herself back enough to look at your face. Her eyes were bright, and a small smile tugged at her lips.

"What?" she asked, almost inaudibly.

And then you realized what you'd just said.

Something you'd started thinking every time she left your bed early. Every time she went to clean herself up immediately afterward. I wish she could stay longer.

But why would you say it? She wasn't supposed to stay by your side forever. Your relationship was casual. Built on need and hunger. No cuddling. No making out. No hope. No jealousy. Nothing outside of sex.

But here you were. Actually hoping she'd stay beside you a little longer. Hoping she'd still be there when you woke up the next morning. And you'd said it out loud. Oh.

"Never mind. Go clean up." Your voice came out colder than intended.

She didn't move. "You can't act like you didn't say anything. I heard it, and you know I did. Don't embarrass yourself even more by pretending to be dumb."

"Okay, then just forget what I said." You rolled your eyes and shifted her off your lap.

She grabbed your wrist before you could stand "This is about to get awkward. I know we're messy and shit, but this will be a whole different level of messy if we ignore it. I don't want either of us getting hurt because of things left unsaid."

And she was so fucking right, but it scared the shit out of you. Your heart was already pounding like crazy, and all you wanted to do was hide. Her words sounded like rejection, like: "We should stop this if you're saying things like that." And somehow, it made you sad enough to cry over it.

"Okay? I have nothing to say. There is no unsaid. Don't try to force your expectations onto me." You regretted your words immediately.

Sophia frowned, clearly offended, and you just wanted to drop to your knees and apologize. But something held you back: your pride. The fact that you hated those thoughts. The fact that they had always been there, had never left you. Your teenage crush on Sophia had never stopped, you'd just buried it deep inside yourself.

"I won't keep doing this if we don't talk it out. I don't fuck with denial." She finally said, squeezing your wrist tightly.

Her eyes were locked onto yours. They were searching for honesty, full of hope, full of expectation, quietly saying, "Don't fuck this up, please."

And of course, you had to fuck this up.

"Then don't keep doing it. I really don't care." You added.

You wanted to throw yourself out of a window. But the fear and the pride were too strong. Being rejected? Okay, it would hurt, but why not. Being rejected by Sophia Laforteza, though? No. Impossible. That might actually kill you.

She was simply playing with you. She liked having sex with you. The two of you were at arm's length; it was simply easy.

She was playing with you, but you let it slide because you kind of liked the attention, and it allowed you to stay a little delusional.

She was playing with you, but you acted as if it didn't bother you, pretending you were the one in control.

She was playing with you, but you gaslighted yourself into believing you were the one playing with her.

And she dropped your hand, gently, so fucking slowly. You already missed the contact, but you didn't do anything about it.

"Okay. My bad." She said with a small smirk that felt painfully forced. "I made it awkward, sorry. Let's stop doing this. Not interested anymore. You too, right?" Her last question echoed inside your head.

You simply nodded, and she chuckled, cursing under her breath before standing up. "Alright. It was fun, though."

Your head was spinning, your hands shaking, and your heart racing so hard it hurt. Then she grabbed her clothes and left the living room.

Leaving you alone, wondering if Sophia had really been playing with you.

And weeks passed, May started, and the end of the year was near. Sophia acted as if the whole situation had been a dream.

She talked less, though. Before, the two of you weren't particularly chatty, but now it was worse. Little friendly smiles here and there, but nothing else.

You would see her at parties flirting with people. She would also go on dates. She had simply regained her life, and you did too.

You tried, at least. You couldn't keep her out of your mind. She was everywhere, and you were too aware of it. You would stop eating, leaving the kitchen whenever she was around. You weren't the type to study in libraries, but you couldn't focus at home. Not while knowing she was in the room next to yours. Not while hearing her recite her lessons out loud to memorize them better.

She made you avoid your own house, and while you had never been fond of your sister's Friday game nights with her friends, now you hated them.

You hated them so much because Sophia was so loud on those nights, laughing, chatting, joking. Usually she was quieter, doing her own thing or hanging out with your sister. They would laugh about messy gossip here and there, but that was it.

Friday game nights were a problem cause it wasn't just Sophia or your sister. It was the whole friend group. And to your worst nightmare, the conversations always tended to drift toward things that made you want to crash onto your bed and scream into your pillow.

They would tease each other about their hookups, and Sophia being Sophia, she had plenty of casual flings. Apparently, she was back on her flirting streak. You hated it. It made your heart ache, your eyes burn, and your blood rush.

You were simply grateful that she'd either hooked up at parties or at her apartment and not in her room at your house. You would've lost it.

But you couldn't say anything. You'd just listen to their conversations because you were too curious, and anyway, there was nothing you could do when she was at home besides running away.

You were determined to make a fresh start. Fuck Sophia. If she was back in the game, you would be too.

And that's where it all started.

You were at the last party before finals. Everyone was looking for fun and absolutely no bullshit because you were all about to spend the next week studying.

You were sitting on a couch with friends, a girl on your lap, named Esme. She was playing with your hair, keeping up with the conversation. At first, you were really active in the conversation, completely sober. You hadn't drunk anything because you'd be driving home. You were having a good time. The girl was genuinely fun to talk with, and your friends were funny as hell, especially Yoonchae.

But as the night went on, you felt eyes on you. It made you uncomfortable at first, but you ignored it. Then, minutes later, you realized who was watching. Sophia, of course.

She was standing by the railing on the second floor, a guy talking to her, but she barely paid him any attention. Instead, she was looking down at the ground floor. Looking down at you.

When your eyes met hers, you smiled, flattered, and immediately felt your palms start sweating.

You held eye contact for seconds that felt like years before seeing her gaze drift toward Esme. You followed her glance before looking back up at Sophia. She raised an eyebrow, looking pissed?Then she left, abandoning the guy mid-conversation.

Yoonchae, who had seen the entire exchange, gritted her teeth and shrugged at you, and silently you said: "Girl, I don't know either."

You were uncomfortable for the next hour, occasionally glancing back toward the same spot. Other people stood there now, but not her. She had simply disappeared.

And somehow, you still felt watched. It made you shiver. Minutes later, you heard her voice behind you. She was walking arm in arm with Manon, both of them laughing and talking as they passed by the couches your friends and you occupied.

Manon suddenly stopped, her eyes lighting up.

"Hey, Yoonchip! Doing good?"

She started a conversation with your friend and quickly ended up chatting with the entire group.

Sophia didn't say anything. She smiled and laughed occasionally, completely ignoring you. It was probably for the best, you thought. You didn't know how to react if she actually talked to you.

But somehow, she managed to do worse than talking to you. When Manon and she were about to leave, Sophia glanced at Esme, rolled her eyes, then looked back at you coldly and mumbled a curse under her breath.

You wondered whether she was cursing about you or Esme. But deep down, you knew. Sophia was a genuinely kind girl. She'd never insult a girl who had done nothing to her. Apparently, you had.

It only made you huff. You were strangely offended. You weren't usually sensitive, but somehow, it felt like she had no right to act like that. Especially when she was hooking up with other people too.

You had simply let a girl sit on your lap and play with your hair weeks after the end of whatever existed between the two of you, and she had the audacity to look angry?

You were sad, your heart still ached, and you'd fucked up plenty of things between you. But if she'd moved on that easily, why couldn't you?

Your mind filled with thoughts again. Like always when it came to Sophia.

Even during nights when you just wanted to have fun and keep things simple, she somehow managed to make you think about her. And it was never happy thoughts.

She was right, and you knew it. You should have talked about all the things left unsaid.

But why was she annoyed when she had also claimed she wasn't interested anymore and had been the first one to start flirting with other people again?

Looking around the room, your eyes met hers. She was standing with Manon. Still looking at you.

Still drowning in your thoughts, you barely noticed when Esme reached for your hand. "You should talk to her."

Your eyes still fixed on Sophia, you answered without thinking. "I know."

Then you froze. You turned your attention toward Esme, and she simply smiled.

"The tension between you two isn't even funny or sexy anymore. It's just uncomfortable. For everyone."

She was right, it wasn't hot. There were no teasing smiles, no playful looks, no excitement. You weren't enjoying yourselves. You were just making each other miserable without getting anything out of it, both of you carrying around feelings that squeezed your chest so tightly it hurt.

"I wanted to use you to make my ex jealous. But I feel like your girl is about to kill one of us if we don't back off. Go clear things up with her."

That sentence completely pulled your focus away from Sophia. You looked straight into Esme's eyes and laughed. Sincerely.

"Forgive me. I should talk to her." You answered honestly.

The two of you laughed at your stupidity. You were such a mess when it came to that girl. It was honestly a little pathetic.

"Thank you, though. I had a really good night. But I think I'll go use someone else." She opened her arms. "We cool?"

You nodded, smiling. "We're cool." You hugged her, but your attention was already back on Sophia. Her eyes were still fixed on you.

"You should go talk to your ex too." You whispered as Sophia turned and disappeared from the room.

Esme slid off your lap, and without another thought, you followed Sophia through the house.

You didn't know why. You had spent weeks avoiding conversations, but tonight your body was on autopilot. You just wanted to run after her, even though you had absolutely no idea what you were going to say once you caught up.

You found her just as she was about to enter a bathroom. You hurried forward and caught the door before she could close it.

The second her eyes landed on you, she frowned and tried to force it shut, but you resisted. You stepped inside and closed the door behind you.

Sophia simply sighed before turning her back to you and leaning against the sink, staring at herself in the mirror. "I don't want you here." She said it coldly.

"Okay?" You answered.

You saw her frown in the mirror, her hands gripping the edge of the sink as she muttered curses under her breath.

"You're mad at me, and I get it. I should've talked things out with you that night. And this is getting way out of control for both of us. And I'm sorry, because honestly it's my fault for letting it drag on this long, but we really need to—"

"You're so annoying." She cut you off.

You went silent, waiting for her to continue. She didn't. "Okay. I am annoying. What else?" You replied.

She remained silent.

"Show me what you've got." You added.

That finally earned a sarcastic chuckle as she turned toward you.

"That's the problem. I feel like I have nothing. You always make me feel like I have everything, then one second later you freak out and suddenly I have nothing." Her voice cracked on the last word.

She was pouting now, frowning, eyes glossy.

"Choose a fucking side and stop fucking playing with my feelings. Either you're nice and gentle, or you're cold and distant. Don't be both. And stop making me hope you'll be as sweet with me as you are with everyone else. Give me nothing or give me everything." Tears rolled down her cheeks.

Your fists clenched, your heart pounding as guilt settled heavily in your chest.

"I'm so tired of it. I always do what you want. I treat you the way you want to be treated even when you never properly say what you want. I'm not your fucking babysitter. I'm not going along with your moods anymore. Never again."

She sniffed, looking away as she swallowed hard, searching for the right words.

"And I know you want me too, but you're too much of a fucking coward to admit it. I do all the work by myself, and I don't want to just be a booty call. But that's all you're willing to give me because your stupid ass can't process the fact that we're actually into each other."

The words hit your soul. Like you'd been waiting your entire life to hear them. And maybe you had.

"And you're driving me so fucking crazy. You're making me sad and happy at the same time, and I don't know how to act most of the time, and— and..."

She exhaled shakily, as if she'd been holding her breath all night.

"And I want you so bad. I wish it was only about sex, but it's not. And it breaks my heart so much that I feel like I'm losing my mind." She finished, turning her back to you again.

Her shoulders trembled slightly as she stared at herself in the mirror, trying to fix her makeup with her fingers despite the tears still falling.

Your head was spinning. You could feel your pulse everywhere. Breathing had never felt this difficult. You moved before you even realized it.

You untied the leopard-print scarf looped through the belt of your black skirt and dampened part of the fabric under the sink. Your arm brushed Sophia's as you stepped closer.

She immediately took a step back as if your touch burned.

When you reached for her wrist, she took another step away. "Don't do that." She frowned, her eyes drifting briefly over your body before returning to your face.

Ignoring her warning, you gently grabbed her wrist and pulled her closer. She pressed her lips together. Finally looking into your eyes blinking to fast.

The two of you stood there for a few long seconds without speaking. Then you lifted the scarf and carefully dabbed beneath her eyes, wiping away the dark stains left by her mascara. She didn't say anything.

She looked tense like she was trying very hard not to cry again.

You placed your free hand against her cheek and brushed away another tear with your thumb while continuing to clean the makeup from her skin.

"I told you to stop doing this." Her voice was harsh, but she never tried to move away.

"Let's go home, Sophia." You spoke softly.

"You always do whatever you want." She stared at you.

"Yeah indeed. You always let me." You answered.

That only made her roll her eyes. Then she kept going throwing every single one of your flaws back in your face.

And you listened, quietly stroking her cheek with your thumb, humming here and there whenever she said something you agreed with —which was basically every time.—

"You came here with someone?" You asked eventually, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear as she searched for another insult.

"Some guy." She answered.

Your eyes never left hers. "Who you're planning to leave with? Do you have a ride?"

She frowned. "None of your business."

Your hand remained on her cheek while the other drifted down to her waist, absentmindedly tracing small circles against her side. You felt her tense beneath your touch.

"I'll take you home." You said.

She rolled her eyes again. "I've got other plans."

"Okay?"You answered.

She huffed in annoyance and planted a hand against your chest, trying to push you away but you didn't move. "Stop doing this. I swear I'll kill you with my bare hands."

"Sophia, I really don't give a damn if you have a date with some stupid loser. I'm taking you home. It'll actually be better if you want to kill me. No witnesses."

She stared at you half annoyed, half disbelieving.

"You're seriously never going to change, are you?"

"I'm willing to do whatever you want, whenever you want. I'll even let you talk shit about me all day if you keep doing whatever I want whenever I want." You replied.

She fell silent, genuinely thinking. "You won't get back into my good graces that easily." She finally muttered.

"I will very soon." You smiled faintly. "I'm not shaking."

You helped her down from the sink and grabbed her hand before she could protest. Then you guided her toward the door.

The heat hit you the moment you stepped back into the party. Music pounded through the walls. Bass vibrated beneath your feet.

People danced shoulder to shoulder beneath flashing lights while laughter, shouting, and drunken conversations blended into one endless wave of noise.

Still holding Sophia's hand, you ignored Manon and Yoonchae's nosey asses as you crossed the house.

And when the two of you finally reached your car, someone stopped you just as you pulled out your keys.

"Sophia? You're leaving me?" A guy jogged toward you, confused.

You rolled your eyes, unlocking the passenger-side door and pulled it open. "Get in the car, Sophia." You said simply.

Sophia hated it. You would never let her keep her dignity. She was craving crumbs of your attention, and it was the first time you'd ever given her that much of it outside of bed. She loved it. She wanted more, and she hated herself for that.

She loved the possessiveness you'd shown in the bathroom. She had always been so turned on every time you were bossy with her. She could still feel your hands all over her face, wiping away her tears, gently but firmly caressing her cheeks, stroking her sides, your fingers digging into her skin. She was already all worked up.

And you hadn't even apologized, nor answered any of her confessions. You'd simply let her understand that you were willing to face the fact that you wanted it too. But you still left her wondering, hoping, aching. As you always did.

And she had sworn, weeks ago, that night, that she'd stop being happy with crumbs of you.

And here she was, rolling her eyes and pretending to give you attitude as she got into your car. But deep down, there was none of it. She had to keep acting angry. And she really was angry.

But her lack of dignity when it came to you took up too much space, and it was really hard to keep that in mind. Still, she needed to.

She couldn't keep letting you do whatever you wanted, even though —as you said— she was the one who always let you.

"I'm going to my apartment." She said, arms crossed, staring out at the road while you were already driving toward your place.

Your hands tensed on the steering wheel. "We should talk. Come home." You simply answered, hoping she'd let you control the situation.

"I swear I'm jumping out of your car if you don't turn right at the next intersection." She added, her voice cracking slightly.

You gritted your teeth and exhaled hard. "Alright. Let's do what you want. Let's talk at your place." You said, turning right.

She finally turned her head toward you. "That's not what I meant. You drop me off, and then you go home. No talking. I'm not in the mood."

Your hands started sweating. She had been receptive in the bathroom. You'd wished she'd stayed like that. But of course she wouldn't.

She wanted to make things difficult for you, the same way you always did for her. You stayed silent, biting your lip, trying to find something that would change her mind.

When you pulled into her apartment complex and entered the parking lot, you suddenly blurted out: "You scare the shit out of me, Sophia."

She didn't answer. She was already taking off her seatbelt. She was fighting not to look at you, counting in her head, trying to stay focused and not let her entire self become intoxicated by you.

As you parked, slowly, trying to buy yourself more time, her hand settled on the door handle.

"I know I fucked this up, and I know you've been very patient with me. But I'm so fucking scared."You pressed the button that locked all the doors.

She said your name, warning you. "Open the door."

"You're right. I'm a coward. I assumed you were playing with me because I couldn't process the fact that you wanted something serious with me, even though you practically screamed it through your actions."

You still weren't looking at her, gripping the steering wheel tightly.

"I just couldn't believe it, so I locked myself in denial. I've always idealized you, and I still do. And the idea of you being into me just didn't make sense, because why would you be interested in me while I was never kind to you?"

You felt her eyes on you, and it only made the heat rush to your face faster.

"I've had a crush on you since the first day I saw you, but I never even thought about confessing because I'm terrified of attachment and rejection. And please don't reject me, because I don't think I'll be able to handle seeing you around after that." Your eyes finally found hers.

"I'm a freak who doesn't know how to move on. I get obsessive about things. About people. And you're number one on that list. I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings. I hate myself for that. But please, Sophia, don't get revenge on me by rejecting me. I'll make up for every single time I was awful. I swear I'll be pleasant. Just don't leave me."

You finished, your voice trembling. She stayed silent for a few seconds. All you could hear was your own heartbeat pounding inside your chest.

"You're so annoying." She murmured, her eyes red.

She pushed you against the front door of her apartment, her tongue dancing with yours.

You'd been kissing for minutes already. You were at it in the car when she pretended to let you accompany her to her door. The car make-out session had turned into an elevator make-out session, and of course, you hadn't just waved goodbye when she opened her door.

You whimpered trying to make yourself small so she wouldn't change her mind and kick you out.

Then she pulled down to kiss your neck, her arms wrapped around it. She nibbled at your pulse point before whispering: "I can't believe you let her sit on your lap and hug you."

She tugged you closer, leaving wet kisses all over your skin. "You never let me sit on your lap outside of bed."

"I'll let you whenever you want." You breathed out heavily.

"Yeah? In front of people too? In front of that girl as well?" She licked her lips, and you nodded.

You swallowed hard, trying not to lose your mind over a simple make-out session like some teenager in heat.

"You didn't even wait twenty-four hours before going back to flirting with other people too." You said between two kisses.

She just laughed, pulling your shirt off, her hands trembling. "All of this for nothing. I couldn't even hold their hands."

Kneeling slowly, she left kisses on your stomach as she went. "I meant it when I said you ruined me for other people."

Your hands found her shoulders, holding onto her as she pressed kisses against your inner thighs.

"You never let me see you naked. Will you tonight?" She asked, her eyes locked on your flushed face.

You shivered at the anticipation and whispered a quiet: "Yes."

And she smiled brightly. It had been so long since she'd genuinely smiled at you like that that you felt your heart swell.

She straightened up and unclasped your bra before beginning to worship every inch of your body, leaving soft caresses here and there as she kissed your chest, gently biting your nipple and drawing a loud moan from you.

It was your first time being kissed and touched like this. And as she moved lower, tugging your skirt down, you became painfully aware of your position.

Pinned against a door, only your soaked panties left. You realized you'd never let anyone completely undress you before. And now she was about to.

You shivered. You didn't know if it was from the cold or from nerves.

She stroked you through the fabric, feeling the heat and the wetness she'd caused. Then, in one smooth motion, she pulled down the last piece of clothing you were wearing.

Wrapping her arms around your thighs, she gets to work. And you endured it all crying and breathing heavily.

Your back arched, your head falling forward, your hands gripping her shoulders as you tried to push her away and pull her closer at the same time.

Your legs trembled with every obscene sound she made as her nails dug into your hips. You mumbled nonsense, tears wetting your eyelids.

You felt completely outside your own body, leaving Sophia entirely in control.

And when you finally collapsed onto the floor, legs spread, making a mess on her parquet floor, she lifted her head until she was at eye level with you and licked her lips with a smug grin.

"You've really never let anyone do this before?" She said, half realizing, half questioning.

The way you whimpered at the question only seemed to light something inside her and she giggled. "Damn. You might actually drive me insane."

"I've been eaten out before!" You tried to defend yourself. Pathetic. But it was true, she had already done it twice and others did it too.

You just always had taken back control of the situation after the first orgasm. Sometimes you hadn't even had time to come.

But this was different, it was the first time someone had kept going and going, making you cry, tremble, and completely lose yourself.

It was the first time you'd been cornered against a door with nowhere to escape.

It was the first time someone had taken control without mercy.

And judging by how sensitive you were, how just a couple of orgasms had left you crying and panting, it became obvious that you'd never really allowed yourself to fully let go before. The third one had been your breaking point.

"You have no idea how much I fantasize about having you begging and crying for my fingers inside you. You said you'd make up for everything you did. Hm?" She whispered in your ear, sitting between your spread legs. You felt her fingers dangerously close to you.

"Be good and let me play with your pussy, yeah?" She nibbled your earlobe, stroking your overly sensitive clit, you wrapped your arms around her neck, groaning into the crook of her neck.

"You were so chatty in the car, you never been before. Keep it like this for tonight, tell me you want me to make you feel good." She kissed every part of your face, you felt her voice echoing in every part of your body.

You just zoned out and didn't answer, feeling every part of your body uncomfortably warm. Another stroke on your clit takes you back on earth and the moan it earned hurts your vocal cords.

"Come on my love, I've waited enough."

Your hips moved by themselves, trying to get you close to her fingers but she kept backing them up as you did.

"Sophia I begged you not to take revenge on me, please. I already apologized. I'm sorry alright? Don't leave me like this, please just put them in." You rambled, inhaling her scent, your head still resting onto her neck.

"You know I always give you whatever you want." And she thrust two fingers inside, you squirmed, your hips pushing into her fingers, breathless and lips parted.

The room filled with the wet sounds of your soaking pussy. "You'll let me do this whenever I want right?" She asked, kissing your jaw.

"And you'll never let anyone touch you if it isn't me too hm?" You nodded desperately. "Come on talk to me... We didn't for weeks, I want to hear your pretty voice."

"Y-Yes... only you, yes!"

"I have touched myself so many times at this thought, you have so many videos to catch up." And this was your final straw, making you cum another time, the thought of Sophia playing with herself accelerating the process.

You felt sleepy, your eyes were heavy, you were sticky, warm and your body was marked with hickeys, teeth marks and her saliva.

"I'm not done. Give me another one." She dragged your cum with three fingers and put them in her mouth. You were so sensitive, this simple contact made you scream.

"Sophia... I really can't."

She licked her fingers one by one, eyes straight into yours, blinking innocently.

"But you taste so good, I want more of it. You've been so good, you don't want to keep going?" She asked.

You shook your head, feeling your clit aching at every one of her depraved actions. She grabbed your waist, stroking your side with her other hand.

"I know you can give me another. Just one. Do you want to make me sad?" She was manipulating and you feared it was working.

"It'll just hurt, I can't take it anymo—" She pinched your clit, another whimper cut out your words "Fuck".

"You'll be just fine." Her hand lifted to your head, patting it slowly "I know you can be a good girl, yeah?" You nodded without realizing it. "And I'm still very angry, I long to taste you again." She explained her voice low. Caressing every part of your body with both of her hands, she turned all your attention into the intoxicating touch of her. You weren't even completely listening.

"What we're going to do is simple honey. I'm gonna fuck your pussy one last time with three fingers and like the very sweet girl you are, you're gonna give me another release so I can taste you again. And only when I'm satiated of your scent and of the sweet juice I'm going to drink, you'll get to rest."

Crazy. And it turned you on so bad you felt your head buzzing.

"Let's do this okay?" You nodded, signing the death of you.

She went with the hands, three fingers inside you and the other playing with your clit. Your soft walls tightened around her fingers as soon as she gets them in.

"Damn, you really wanted this. Why do you keep running away of what you need?"

Your eyes rolled back, you couldn't answer, drowning in lust.

"You're mine right? You'll never run away from me again. Just take everything I give you."

You swallowed, nodding hysterically. "Only yours."

Her fingers curled at this sweet spot and you gasp out of breath, coming one more time.

Your vision went dark, your members tingled, you weren't tensed anymore, finally relaxing your muscles. You were sore, realizing how bad your body hurt. And after minutes of panting, you felt her, lips on your sex, drinking your release till the last drop. She was at it since you came, but you were too numb and too drunk to realize it.

And she lifted her head, chin and nose wet, eyes full of lust, and the smile on her face just made you understand that as soon as you'll get through the soreness, she will come for you again.

The sunlight hitting your closed eyes had woke you up.

You groaned, turning around in bed, feeling a presence beside you.

It took you minutes to remember that you were at Sophia's. You look down, seeing that you wore an oversized shirt, no panties on.

You straightened up, your body aching so bad as you stretched. Looking around the room, your eyes caught Sophia's phone on the bedside table.

You grabbed it, acknowledging the time. 7AM. Too early for a Sunday. Her notifications screen was full of messages from friends, your father, and others you didn't know.

A text from your sister saying: "When y'all come home tomorrow bring lettuce and tomato."

Then another text from a certain Adam made you frown. "Don't quite get why you couldn't drive home with me last night but call me when you see this." The loser she went with at the party the night before.

You huffed, clicking on the notification and unlocking her phone. Sophia was sweet, smart and all, but her password being her birthday was completely stupid.

You blocked the contact without a second thought before putting her phone back on the table.

"You're not thinking about leaving, are you?" Her sleepy voice startled you.

"I'm thinking about killing whoever Adam is."

She chuckled and wrapped her arms around your waist, still half asleep. "What time is it?"

"Seven." You mumbled, still unused to this proximity.

"Too early for a Sunday. Go back to sleep."

"That's what I've been saying."

You lay down, grabbing her hand and playing with her fingers with zero intention to leave her side again.

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── Lynn ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Don’t hesitate to read “Wonyoung has a crush on you HC.” Which is another work of me, not smutty but kinda cute. I’m currently working on a request, “Yandere Wonyoung.” That’ll drop very soon. I take requests so if you want something, just ask and imma do my best to answer. Bye bye

Wonyoung wanted to attract people just by existing. Her smile, her face, her height, all the "queen bee" aura she could give off. And she actually never worked to get this attention. It's not like people were always surrounding her, but it was never hard to earn a "You're so sweet" or "You're really pretty" or "She's doing too much".

Wonyoung needed to be acknowledged by people. Either with bad or good thoughts about her, she needed something, not just indifference — with people she interacted with though, she preferred distance, neutrality from strangers or people who knew her as a public personality.

So when, at a New Year's party held by her company to congratulate talents and employees like managers, PRs, dancers, stylists —and whoever might work with the artists— you ignored Wonyoung, she felt her hand sweating with discomfort.

Wonyoung who tried to make you notice her.

Wonyoung knew almost everyone at the party, people she once or twice danced with, some makeup artists, producers, assistants, managers of other groups, PRs and community managers. Either she had worked with them, or she had seen them around. Including you.

You were XG's manager. She'd seen you with XG or at the office you shared with Wonyoung's PR (Cecile), who was also XG's. You might have crossed paths a few times, but no eye contact, no smiles and certainly no words. But there you were, surrounded by Harvey and Juria from XG, Cecile and Gaeul, Yujin and Wonyoung.

The conversation was filled with laughter. Gaeul was telling a story from her childhood and everyone was laughing, talking and listening because she was really funny. She would also tell stories about how she embarrassed herself when she first met Wonyoung, bringing her to talk as well.

Wonyoung was having fun. It was around 9PM. and she didn't feel the urge to go home. When Harvey's head dropped onto your shoulder as she laughed in her drunk state, some people made fun of her and you talked for the first time.

"One day she posted a story of herself laughing like some evil character, she was completely drunk and with Cecile we had to hack her socials to delete it on time. We didn't make it."

"Oh! So she was drunk in this video?! I found it so funny!" exclaimed Yujin.

"Yeah she was, it's because people thought she was sober that it didn't turn into a scandal. Fortunately." You laughed softly.

And Wonyoung went still. What was your name again? She'd seen you a few times, but you never gave her a glance. She didn't mind, you were a complete stranger. But she just realized that you hadn't glanced at her tonight either. No smile, no word, no nothing. Why? At first, she assumed you were shy. But you just talked so easily. You weren't shy.

Wonyoung observed. She watched quietly for almost thirty minutes. She also experimented. She would say something to Harvey, still leaning over you, so it would kinda force your attention given that Harvey was so close —you two almost fused—. But nothing. You just glanced at Harvey with oh-so-sweet eyes.

Wonyoung liked pretty things, in fact she even felt like she went along with them. And you were very pretty, so why wouldn't she go along with you too?

Wonyoung had asked Yujin in a whisper for your name. When she got it, along with a little smirk from her friend, she kept repeating it to herself. Maybe trying to invoke you.

"Yes?" you said, startling Wonyoung.

You were smiling, looking at her. Did she say your name out loud? Wonyoung didn't know what to say.

"Oh no thanks, I didn't drink so I can drive home," you added.

And she realized you weren't talking to her, but to some guy sitting on the couch behind Wonyoung. Was she that delusional? She really thought you were looking at her. Frustration growing in her body, she rolled her eyes. It wasn't fun anymore, what had she done? Did you hate her?

Somehow she knew you didn't hate her. Wonyoung had a large amount of haters, she recognized hatred well. You just didn't acknowledge her. You wouldn't. Why? Just a glance, a smile, something to keep her mind quiet, comforting her, something saying, "You're not the asshole, Wony, she's not ignoring you because you've done something wrong."

She grew anxious during the next hour, trying to get something from you. She didn't directly address you though. She also didn't know why, it just felt forced. Like she was begging you. She hated that.

Why wouldn't you just shoot her one look, straight in the eyes, so she could finally regain peace?

Yujin, misreading the situation, gave a little kick to Wonyoung before winking at her. She called your name.

"Have you seen our last MV? Was it pretty enough for you? Were we pretty?" she asked.

You were opening a can of Coke.

"I really liked it, yeah. I love when a lot of things happen in videos," you answered.

"Wonyoung thinks she looked weird in it," Yujin added, ignoring Wonyoung's kicks.

You lifted your head, your eyes finally finding Wonyoung's, and she went still again, toying with her fingers.

"You're a great visual, Wonyoung. Don't overthink that," you said before pouring your drink into a glass.

Wonyoung's heart pounded. You looked at her, and you mentioned her, you said her name and she felt somehow happy, she felt important.

Maybe Yujin didn't misread the situation.

Wonyoung who realized you saw her as just a little girl.

The night went on. It was almost midnight, almost the New Year. It was only Wonyoung, you, Harvey asleep with her head on your lap, and Juria also sleeping on the other side, her head on your shoulder.

Yujin had led Gaeul and the other members onto the dance floor. Cecile had gone home to her husband and kids.

Your eyes were only on her. It was only the two of you after all. Wonyoung wanted this really badly, but when she obtained it, she was too aware of it. She felt naked. She was playing with her fingers, looking around, stressed.

"You... You're the kind of manager who's close with their members, aren't you?" she managed to say after gathering all her courage.

You smirked, amused, still analyzing her. "I am. They're like my little siblings. Really annoying."

Your last remark made her chuckle. She lifted her head, looking straight into your eyes with a big smile.

"You seem pretty young to be their older sister," Wonyoung blurted out.

You huffed with a little laugh. "How funny. How old do you think I am? I'm not as young as you are. You're what, 23?" you asked, amused.

Your smile made her heart flutter. She felt the heat growing on her face. She wet her lips and answered "Actually, I'm 21. And yeah, I definitely thought you were around 23."

Your eyes widened at the mention of her age. She was very aware of this reaction. For some reason, she didn't like it. Did you think she was too young? "I'm turning 29 in February," you finally revealed.

"I'm turning 22 in August. I'm not that young, you know?" Wonyoung felt the urge to defend herself. It was kinda pathetic because no one cared.

Your confused look hinted that maybe her reaction was too intense. She was so embarrassed but tried to keep eye contact with you as Juria shifted on your lap.

"That's fine, honey," you said quietly. "You look older, if that comforts you."

You chuckled, helping Juria straighten up as Harvey yawned at your side, fully energized after her little nap on your shoulder. You poked Juria's side before giggling, leading her to the bathroom so she could wake up.

Damn. You called her "honey," but she hated it. She felt like a kid being comforted by an older woman.

It was finally just Wonyoung and Harvey. "Are you interested?" Harvey asked, smiling.

Wonyoung didn't like that smile though.

"Sheesh. Relax, girl," Harvey teased.

"I'm not," Wony flatly said.

"I know her like I know myself, she's my sister. So mark my words. If you're interested, chase her. You're Wonyoung, right? Even she won't turn down Jang Wonyoung." Harvey frowned. "Not forever anyway," she concluded.

Wonyoung took a sip of her red wine, registering Harvey's words. It was the first time she had had a sort of serious conversation with this girl. Harvey was always teasing and laughing, nothing else.

"I'm not interested, Harvey. She's just... cool," Wony managed, which caused Harvey to laugh.

"She thinks you're pretty. Young, but also pretty," she said, giggling.

Wonyoung shivered.

As far as she could remember, you were always in the office with Cecile. Even when she debuted in IVE when she was 17. And for her worst nightmare, even though you thought she was older at the time, you still saw her as just a young silly girl.

But hey, you also thought she was pretty. And everyone knew Wonyoung was pretty, but knowing you did too made her shift in her seat.

"She said it herself?" she tried to ask without sounding too interested, but Harvey was observant. She knew and played along.

"Yeah, she did. But maybe not in an 'I'm attracted to her' way." She played along but still needed to have a little fun.

Wonyoung's eyes widened at this comment "She... prefers older people?" she asked, choosing her words carefully so she wouldn't appear interested —which she was—.

Harvey shrugged.

"I don't know, girl. She never dated anyone. Though she sees people casually sometimes, I don't know their ages. Maybe she's just into 21-year-old women named Jang Wonyoung."

Wonyoung's face went completely red and Harvey just laughed out loud before straightening up. "Come on, little one. You can do this."

Harvey waved at her before leaving.

"So? How was it?" Yujin asked, dropping down next to her.

Wonyoung just mumbled your name. "Do you have her number?"

Wonyoung who started stalking you.

She had your number, but what could she possibly know about you with only that? So she managed to find your socials. It wasn't hard. Wonyoung, being friends with Harvey and some other XG members, followed their private accounts, and obviously you did too.

You were everywhere. Stories, posts, even on the public account actually. She had noticed your presence in some posts before, but she had never thought much of it. Now she was very aware of it. She'd zoom in on the photos so she could see you better.

You had a public account with thousands of followers, clean, nothing that could reveal your personality or anything about you. You were a manager after all, the embodiment of a well media-trained person.

Your posts were about XG, the label, and some vacation days you spent with them. Anyway, it was just a professional account. She wasn't sure if you owned a private account. If you did, it wasn't under your name.

So for days, Wonyoung replayed every story where she could hear you talk, laugh, move, do something. She looked at your photos so much she could actually draw you without any reference.

But it wasn't enough for her. She just knew nothing about you. Only your blood type, your address, your social security number, the school you had attended, your parents' names and professions, as well as your siblings', your license plate, and somehow she had gotten your entire medical file with every health-related detail about you.

But still, she didn't know you. Not what you liked or disliked, what you would do on a basic Tuesday, who your friends were, who you dated. Were you really single? Would you be interested in her?

Wonyoung started hanging around your office and XG's rehearsal room more and more. Fortunately for her, she could pretend she was there to see her PR manager.

Obviously, being their manager meant that you followed XG around very often, but sometimes you were just there. Sitting at your desk, writing stuff on your computer.

Wonyoung would pretend to be dealing with a scandal with Cecile, which wasn't difficult considering the amount of controversy she was involved in. You were silent. Sometimes you would throw a comment at Cecile. Something like: "Maya wants to do a trend that might have bad outcomes. I sent you the report and the details, could you check it later?"

Always about work.

In the end, she never learned anything new about you because you were either absent or silent. All of this led her to do something she didn't want to do. If she wanted information about you, she had to ask your group because it was almost impossible to be completely casual about it.

And that's how she ended up with Harvey, Jurin and Chisa, sitting on the floor of their rehearsal room.

Harvey and Chisa burst out laughing. Jurin stayed calm but looked genuinely amused by her initiative.

"You want to date her?" Chisa asked.

Wonyoung turned red. "That's not it!"

Jurin frowned. "So you want to play with her?"Her tone was colder.

Wonyoung sighed, mumbling about how much she wanted to escape this conversation. "Girls, I won't do any harm. Can you please just help me, you know, force fate?"

Jurin held eye contact, still frowning. The silence was awkward. Wonyoung started regretting being here. Maybe she should have continued trying on her own.

"Our tour will start in a few days. We'll be on tour for a whole month. When we come back, there'll be the MAMA Awards and the after-party. She'll be there." Jurin finally spoke.

Wonyoung's eyes glistened with excitement, but she was still trying to determine whether the information was true.

"Calm down. She is single, for sure, but she's also the type to sleep around and she doesn't change partners every day," Harvey added.

"Yeah, I think she's seeing a blonde girl currently. Last time they saw each other was maybe two weeks ago? Maybe they ended it." Chisa shrugged.

Wonyoung tried to rationalize it. She would be able to talk to you properly in a month. Eventually, she might move on.

Wonyoung who didn't move on and waited for you.

It had been almost two months since her little fixation on you started. It got worse.

She created little scenarios where the two of you were lovers. She kept stalking accounts. Harvey posted a lot of private stories thanks to the tour: little vlogs, little inconveniences that made you all laugh, like that time they locked you out of your hotel room, forcing you to call them masters. You were laughing and smiling.

Wonyoung knew you weren't much of a yapper, and it showed, but you laughed a lot and it warmed her heart so much. She found herself smiling and giggling whenever she saw you.

Sometimes you were pouting, angry at something or someone, and still you were the prettiest thing ever.

Wonyoung became a fan of yours in a very disturbing parasocial way. Curiosity became a crush, then an obsession mixed with a form of lust. She would touch herself with your photos or your voice every other day, specially when she had difficulties to fall asleep. It would make her feel bad, but it was all she had, the thought of you and her depraved scenarios.

Then it happened.

Your 29th birthday. Five days before MAMA and three days before the end of the tour. She had memorized your birthday when she searched for your information. She even bought you little gifts: necklaces, a new camera, a car. In fact, she bought everything that made her think of you. She had boxes full of them.

And finally, a tag. Juria had tagged an account in a birthday story on her private account. Wonyoung's heart skipped a beat.

Finally. Your private account.

The only clue that could have led her to you was that every XG member followed you. But there were exactly 54 accounts that they all followed with their private accounts —she counted—.

Your username was "Herewegoagain5438".

How could she have found you? You only had about fifty followers. This discovery changed everything for her. Every restraint she had disappeared. She wanted more of you. Desperately.

The five-second videos where you were laughing and calling Hinata names weren't enough. The photo where you were on an Indonesian beach in a pretty blue dress wasn't enough. She needed more. She needed all of you.

And the thought that fifty people had access to that part of you and not her drove her completely mad.

So she did what every sane person would do. She sent a follow request to your account with her private one.

You didn't accept her request.

Wonyoung who can't keep her attention off you.

It was during the after-party of the MAMA Awards. Wonyoung had changed her big dress into a casual white siren dress. She was sitting at a table with her members, celebrating the award they'd received.

Wonyoung was sipping her cocktail, searching for you around the place.

She had seen you at the ceremony. In fact, she heard you before seeing you. As always, laughing, you seemed pretty nervous. You were two rows ahead of her, but she could only hear your voice.

You mumbled words of affirmation, crossing your fingers. When they announced that XG was the winner of a category, you screamed with joy and clapped louder than anyone.

They went on stage and you were the first person they thanked. You hugged every one of them so tightly.

Wonyoung had never been that jealous. But she was also smiling like an idiot. Her attention was all yours.

At the after-party, she also heard you before seeing you. Her eyes quickly turned toward you as she heard the sound of your voice. It was ridiculous how, despite music and voices, she could hear you.

You were typing on your phone but still keeping up with the conversation you were having with your group. Wonyoung checked you out without shame, her gaze lingering longer on your lips and the neckline of your dress.

"Wony, let this woman be," Yujin snapped.

"You're still onto her?! I thought this was finished long ago," Leeseo scoffed.

Wonyoung didn't answer nor take her eyes off you while you stood up and went to the bar alone. Harvey looked at Wonyoung, winking and pointing toward you.

Oh, how she loved Harvey.

She turned back to her members, smiling. She took a shot from the table and emptied the glass in one gulp, grimacing at the taste of alcohol.

"Oh God, you're gonna embarrass yourself," Liz mumbled.

Rei and Gaeul were only mocking her.

"I definitely will," Wonyoung said, looking at her reflection in her phone camera and fixing her features.

She felt very bold that night. Maybe because she was tired of waiting.

"So why are you going to her?" Liz asked, amused and desperate.

Wonyoung thought for a second, putting her phone away before standing. "She drives me completely crazy. I don't control any of my decisions." She finally said it before leaving her friends, who laughed mercilessly at how pathetic she was.

Wonyoung walked slowly, her eyes on the pretty curls you had done that night. As a waiter passed by, she grabbed another drink and downed it without a second thought before finally reaching you.

Wonyoung's first time flirting with you.

"Happy birthday."

She startled you. When you realized it was just her, you exhaled, smiling. "It was days ago."

"Yeah, I heard. Could've told you on time if I had your contact."

She said it with her heart beating so fast she felt like gasping for air.

Your eyes brightened with curiosity. "Oh... is that so?" You mumbled, still focused on her. "My bad then... I should've been more considerate of you, Pinkyko." You added.

Wonyoung chuckled at the mention of her private account name. She should have been embarrassed, but your effect on her was way more embarrassing. "That's fine. Just make sure to make up for it next time I want to talk to you."

Her fists tightened at her own boldness.

"Oh, I would. When exactly will the next time be?" You asked with a smirk.

Wonyoung acted as if she was thinking. "Hmmm... Maybe tonight. It would've been right now if you weren't already busy with them." She turned her head toward XG's table.

You smiled wider. "How considerate of you. You know I might go back in a few seconds, right? I'm just here to get a drink for Harvey."

Wonyoung shrugged. "I'm okay with it. I won't steal all your attention right now."

It was crazy how she was actually able to say lines she'd prepared at night while imagining scenarios.

You laughed. A bright, majestic laugh. Wonyoung was positive it was the prettiest sound ever.

"How are you so sure you're able to steal my attention, hm? I'm a very composed woman. Do you think you have what it takes?" You retorted, leaning against the bar.

Wonyoung just held eye contact for a few seconds. In her head, you never answered like that. You were way cooler than she'd thought. It actually turned her on, but it also left her craving more. What else had she underestimated about you?

"You know..." She started. "I also wondered if I was fit for it. Often, actually. Now I know I am. Wanna know why?" She took a step closer, her voice low and her eyes drifting all over your face.

She left you perplexed, your smile flattered. Suddenly, you became aware of the intensity with which she was looking at you. Her stare was confident, firm. You felt your hands starting to sweat. As if you were out of place. You wanted to look in a mirror to make sure you weren't looking ridiculous. She had just changed the entire mood of the conversation. You found it amusing at first. Cute, even. Little Wonyoung flirting with you? How laughable. But now it wasn't fun anymore.

You felt your pulse racing as her eyes moved across your face, lingering on your lips. You felt naked. And it made you warm all over. Oh. So she wasn't playing?

"Why?" You whispered, fighting the urge to bite your lip.

"I just enjoy you way too much..." She pointed to her chest. "And it makes my heart race so much. And you're so receptive, and intoxicating, but I also feel like you're making fun of me. And I hate it, but it somehow also turns me on." She took another step closer.

Taking her hand off her chest, she placed it on yours resting on the bar. "I also wonder if it was just meant to happen. And why would I doubt myself if it was already written?"

"You... you think I was made for you?" You asked in disbelief.

You chose to focus on that part and not on the way she had poured out all her thoughts in a matter of seconds or the way she looked as if she wanted to consume you.

Wonyoung frowned sarcastically. "I think I was made for you. Don't you think?"

You chuckled, still feeling your heart beating too fast. "Man... that's sick."

She smiled. "I know, right? I'm going completely insane." She paused, her eyes brightening at the sound of your laughter. "I'm not a patient girl. Please don't make me wait too long when I'm gonna reach out to you." She muttered it without even trying to hide the fact that her eyes were fixed on your lips.

You tilted your head. Taking her hand in yours, you stroked it with your thumb. Your other hand was gripping your dress, keeping yourself from doing something too bold.

"And if I don't accept your request?" Your voice cracked on the first word.

Wonyoung looked at your joined hands, tightening hers around yours. "I have your number. Your address as well." She mumbled it, completely lost in her thoughts.

"Don't make it complicated, please. Answer on my first attempt." She finally looked up at you.

Crazy. Insane. She had just admitted that she somehow stalked you. And again, it turned you on.

You felt observed, but also disturbingly seen. You ached, and you did your best not to cross your legs. Your thumb had stopped stroking her hand, but your hand was still in hers.

"Harvey's drink is there. It's been there for a minute, actually..." she whispered.

You quickly turned toward the bar to see Harvey's cocktail sitting there.

Damn. Maybe you weren't that composed.

Wonyoung dropped your hand and leaned closer to grab the drink you were sipping before her interruption. You smelled her scent: cherry and coconut. You watched her analyze the glass.

"Sex on the Beach," she hummed. She pressed her lips against the exact spot where you'd left a stain of your lip gloss.

You gasped in surprise. "Alright. I..." You started.

"Gotta go?" she cut in.

Nodding at her words, you grabbed your friend's drink.

She smiled, licking her lips in a way that felt awfully obscene. You didn't quite know if it was because you were flustered or if it was genuinely inappropriate.

"See you soon then." She waved at you.

You nodded again, mumbling the exact same thing before leaving faster than intended. You felt her gaze on your back. You knew she was watching, undressing you with her eyes. You were praying not to trip at that very moment.

Finally, you reached your table, carefully setting Harvey's drink down before sitting. They were all watching you. Smiling.

"Is she still looking?" you asked quietly. They all looked behind you, laughing and nodding.

You couldn't resist the urge to turn around. She was leaning against the bar, sipping your drink, her eyes still fixed on you. You gasped softly and turned back around.

"Damn. She is hot..." you said, shocked.

Cocona chuckled. "Of course she is. You're the only one who didn't notice."

"I swear," Harvey added.

Your eyes widened. "You did it on purpose?! The drink thing?" You asked her.

Harvey lifted her hands in defense. "Jurin initiated the plan." She answered with a big smirk.

Jurin? What the fuck? You turned toward her and she shrugged. "She is quite persuasive," the leader simply said.

Wonyoung's first DM.

It was almost 2AM that same night.

You had just dropped onto your bed, ready for your three days of rest, when a message from an unknown number appeared.

Your heart skipped a beat. You already knew who it was. "You said you would make up for it."

"I said I would, but now I'm not so sure." You answered after five minutes.

Then she called you. You dropped your phone somewhere on the bed like a fucking teenager. You watched it ring for a few seconds before quickly grabbing it and answering.

"Hello?" you said in a tone that was very much not cool.

"Why is that?" She simply said.

"Huh?"

"Why won't you make up for it anymore?"

Did she call you just for that? You didn't know what to answer. "How did you get my number? And my address?" You changed the subject.

She huffed. "I just asked around. My PR is very kind."

Of course she is.

"Come on. You said you would make up for ignoring my request. Keep your word. Accept me." Her last words carried a double meaning that made your throat tighten.

"Why do you want it so badly?" you genuinely asked.

"I just want to see." She said it as if it were obvious.

"Just that?" you asked. No answer. A brief silence followed.

"Do you want me to do more?" She said it, and you could hear her smiling. It was actually very attractive, and the implication even more so.

"Y-You know what? I'll accept you. Just go to sleep." You said, your face red.

She laughed softly, and the sound of it in your ear was enough to make your stomach flutter. "Do it now." She finally said.

You sighed and accepted Pinkyko's follow request. "Done. Are you happy, Pinkyko?" you asked sarcastically.

"Very. I hope you have a lot of content. I don't intend on sleeping right now."

She emphasized "a lot" with a very suggestive tone. It was sick. Crazy, even. But it affected you more than it should have

"What... what the hell are you going to do?" you whispered.

"You want me to film it?" she asked teasingly.

But you detected a trace of sincerity. As if she were genuinely asking. You tightened your grip on your sheets, trying to be reasonable. You weren't a teenager anymore. You were an almost thirty-year-old independent woman. You would not request porn videos of a woman who also happens to have a crush on you.

"No, I'm good. Bye, Wonyoung." You said.

"Bye bye." She replied in a sing-song voice before ending the call.

Wonyoung who grew closer to you.

Months had passed. And to your surprise, Wonyoung had become a common part of your life. You were always texting, often until very late. You were frequently on the phone with her. She hung out at your place and took you on dates.

She said it herself. "Are you free Saturday night? It's a date."

It was the first time in your life that you'd ever been in this kind of relationship. Something very casual, but not only about sex. You'd never been in a relationship. Only casual flings or one-night stands. After all, your internship with the company had started when XG started training, and you were only 19.

How could you be in something serious when you were busy learning how to handle scandals and sponsorships while keeping teenagers and young adults sane and talented? You just never had time.

And still today, when they told you that you didn't have to care so much for them anymore, or that you could take days off, or that maybe you should think about a relationship, it never crossed your mind to leave them.

But Wonyoung was dangerously changing your life. Your relationship was surprisingly sweet for something that had started off as banter. You were always giggling at your phone, kicking your feet.

You spent more time in front of your mirror every morning. She would always bring you coffee exactly how you liked it. She was an excellent listener. She remembered everything you ever said. And she had the softest hands ever.

She was always touching you. Your arms, your cheeks, your hands, your thighs. It made your heart flutter and left you craving more. And though she often teased you with suggestive comments, she never kissed you, except for little kisses all over your face or on your hands.

She never touched you inappropriately, never acted lustful in front of you. It was just double meanings here and there, and you kept anticipating. Thinking that maybe one day they wouldn't be jokes anymore.

You had never wanted to kiss someone that badly before. It always happened on the first night or within the first few minutes. Kissing wasn't something you were particularly fond of.

It felt bland and meaningless. You would always skip the teasing, the foreplay. Because you didn't have time to spend caressing someone you didn't give a fuck about. You just wanted the release, then bye-bye.

A relationship built on sweet caresses, innocent kisses, hugs, little dates, or sleep deprivation just for the sake of chatting was the last thing you ever thought would happen to you. And certainly not with Jang Wonyoung.

Wonyoung who discovered you were sick.

You hadn't responded to any of her texts for 26 hours. It had already happened once on a weekend when you were drowning in work and had simply turned off your phone. Wonyoung thought it was something like that.

Maybe you needed space. So she stopped herself from knocking on your door and simply texted "Don't kill yourself with work. I'll come see you Monday."

Monday finally arrived. You were always the first to come in, before XG and Cecile, which meant you were often alone in your office planning the day on your computer. She used to join you, sitting on your desk and keeping you company until one of them arrived.

But this morning, you weren't there. Wonyoung frowned. Maybe you were late. So she went back to her rehearsal room to start warming up. She came back at noon.

She'd been busy all morning and really needed a hug, or just to drop her head on your shoulder and complain about how tired she was.

When she reached your office, it was empty. No one. So she headed to XG's rehearsal room. She knocked and entered.

"Hey, Wony!" Hinata greeted her.

Wonyoung just waved, smiling as she searched the room for you. You weren't there. Just Harvey, Hinata, Maya and Cocona.

"You need something?" Maya asked.

Wonyoung hesitated before answering. "Have you seen her?"

Harvey frowned. "She's sick. I thought you already knew. She called very early this morning."

Wonyoung froze. Oh. She hadn't known. Was that why you hadn't answered?

"Okay... alright." That was all she managed to say, her eyes fixed on nothing.

"You're going to see her, aren't you?" Cocona asked.

Wonyoung met their eyes and smiled. "See you guys."

Then she left. She went to her dressing room, grabbed her things and informed Yujin that she was leaving. Wonyoung never left early. Her friend was very surprised, but when she learned why, everything made sense. Of course she would leave early for you.

It took her about fifty minutes to reach your apartment. She had stopped at a pharmacy and a grocery store first. She already knew the code to your building entrance, so she simply let herself in and took the elevator to your floor.

When she reached your door, she rang the bell. You didn't answer the first time, so she rang again. After a few seconds, you opened the door.

You looked like a mess your hair tangled, dark circles under your eyes, a blanket draped over your shoulders as you shivered. "Wonyoung? What are you doing—"

"I'm very much mad at you." She cut you off immediately, already pained by the sight of you.

Your eyes widened slightly. As you were about to answer, she grabbed your shoulder and gently pushed you back inside. Then she picked up her bags of medicine and groceries and entered before closing the door behind her.

She took off her shoes before putting her bags on your counter. She started unpacking them, and finally she went to wash her hands. You were still there, sitting on your couch because you weren't able to stay up, watching her in disbelief.

"I thought you weren't answering me because you were too busy working. I would've preferred that option." She said it while walking back toward you.

She knelt in front of you, taking one of your hands in hers and placing the other on your forehead. "You have a fever. In June." She mumbled.

You simply nodded.

"Since when?"

You tried to answer but ended up coughing instead. She stroked your hand, still watching you. "Take it easy, my love."

She wasn't helping. Not with that soft voice and the sweet pet name that made you feel like you were the only girl in the world.

"Saturday night. I started coughing." You finally answered once it calmed down.

Wonyoung frowned. "After we hung up?"

You nodded again. She felt guilty. She should've reached out earlier. She'd left you alone for more than a whole day, sick and by yourself.

She gently grabbed you and led you to your bedroom, laying you down on your bed and covering you with the blanket.

"Shouldn't you be at the studio today?" you asked, your eyes heavy with fatigue.

"I'm better off here." She said it while brushing your hair behind your ear.

You felt so comfortable, fighting against the sleep pulling you under. "You shouldn't skip rehearsals though..." you managed to say.

"Would you prefer me to leave?" she asked with a little smirk, already knowing the answer.

"I should."

"I asked if you would."

You stayed silent for a few seconds before finally closing your eyes. "No. I like you here."

Wonyoung chuckled, stupidly happy about this little confession. "Then I'll stay here." She pressed a kiss to your cheek.

Then she watched you fall asleep, playing with your hair and stroking your arms.

Wonyoung, the youngest child taking care of the oldest daughter.

She stayed by your side until she was certain you were deeply asleep. Then she placed a damp cloth on your forehead and left your bedroom.

She cleaned your kitchen and your living room. She cooked for you. And she waited for you to wake up. All of this was simply crazy. Wonyoung didn't clean, she had a housekeeper, she didn't cook, she had a house keeper. She had never taken care of someone who was sick. Growing up, it had always been her big sister, her parents, or a housekeeper who handled those things.

But there she was. Doing things she'd never done before. Just for you, just because she wanted to, just because she needed to.

She needed to see you laughing again. She needed to stop seeing you shiver from the cold and sweat from the fever. She needed to make sure you were being taken care of properly. And the only way she could be certain of that was by doing it herself.

She watched YouTube videos about how to make chicken noodle soup. She called her housekeeper to ask which products to use to clean the floor.

And once she finished all of it, she still didn't leave. No. She sat her ass down on your couch and watched Single Inferno until she heard you coughing.

She quickly returned to your bedroom. You were sitting up against the headboard. Your eyes widened when you saw her. "You're still here?"

"Are you feeling better?" she immediately asked, kneeling on the bed and touching your forehead.

No more fever. You were still warm, but no fever. She exhaled in relief.

"What time is it?" you asked.

"6PM, did you eat?"

You frowned, trying to remember. You couldn't.

"Okay, you should eat." She pinched your cheeks.

"But what if I don't want to?" you asked, a tired smile on your lips.

She giggled. "I said should."

Then she kissed your forehead before leaving the room. She had kissed you twice today —you remembered that— It had made your heart pound earlier, and now it gave you butterflies all over again. You wanted more.

She came back carrying a bowl of chicken noodle soup and fed it to you. It was so fucking mid. Not disgusting, but definitely not excellent either. She was so cute feeding you even though you could eat by yourself. You just let it slide and acted as if it were delicious.

Then she led you to the bathroom so you could take a shower. You barely stayed in there, incapable of standing for long and trembling even though the water was hot. She helped you get dressed. You were half-naked in front of her and it was so embarrassing, but strangely comfortable at the same time.

And by 8, you were snuggled in her arms, your head on her shoulder as you watched Single Inferno on the TV in your bedroom.

It was completely dark outside and you felt her shifting, ready to leave. She didn't say a word. She just smiled, and you smiled back, hoping she couldn't hear your heartbeat.

You wanted to keep her by your side. Just for a little longer. Maybe forever. But she seemed determined to leave. And in fact, you weren't even brave enough to ask her to stay.

"Call me if you need anything. I mean it. And I hope I won't see you tomorrow at the company. Take another day off. Matter of fact, I'll call myself and tell them you're not coming back tomorrow." Then she listed all the things you should and shouldn't do. She told you she'd left fruit already cut up in the fridge. She brought you water so you wouldn't have to get up unnecessarily. She wrote down instructions for every medication you had to take, how to take it, and at what time.

And you just listened. Smiling at the sweetest girl ever. The girl who made you feel like a high-schooler with a crush instead of a grown-ass woman. You listened, grateful and happy, but fucking greedy because you wanted more. Yet you couldn't bring yourself to say it.

"Well, I'm leaving now. Please call me. I'll call you when I get home." She finally said it.

You were hoping for another kiss on your face, but she just stood there awkwardly, as if wondering whether it would be okay this time or not.

"Bye bye." She said.

"Bye, Wonyoung. Thank you." You answered.

Then she left your bedroom, closing the door behind her. You waited until you heard your apartment door close before burying your face in your pillow, disappointed in yourself.

You should've said it. After a few minutes of staring into space, you grabbed your phone. Your hands were shaking. Your heart was pounding way too fast. And you texted: "Would you come back?"

You left it like that for a minute. Then, hurriedly, you added: "Next time you're free ofc." Trying to rationalize the first message.

Wonyoung who confessed.

She was still sitting in her car. She hadn't started the engine yet. She felt like a fucking coward.

She had wanted to kiss you back there, like she always did. But she didn't. She was suddenly too afraid. As if all the intimacy you'd shared that afternoon had become too real. Not that it bothered her, she was afraid it bothered you.

You had cuddled. She had kissed you twice. She had touched you more than she ever had before. She had fed you. She had helped you get dressed. It all felt too domestic. And the way you had stared into space all afternoon —you did that often when you were overthinking—.

It made her panic. What were you overthinking?You were supposed to be comfortable, to rest, to be free of worries for once. It was just a moment where some boundaries had blurred because of the circumstances.

But she felt like you were thinking about it. And too scared to ask, she left. She ran away abruptly. She should've asked. But what would she have done if you'd said you weren't comfortable? What would she have done if you'd asked her to leave?

It would've shattered her. She would've never made it home. She would've crashed her car somewhere, too focused on the hole in her chest. Because it would've crushed her heart. And Wonyoung loved her heart.

She was someone who loved many things and many people. She loved life itself. How could she still love life if you took her heart and held it tightly in your hands without any care?

Then her phone rang. The special ringtone she'd assigned to you echoed through the car. She lifted her head from the steering wheel and grabbed her phone carefully.

Her heart skipped a beat when she read: "Would you come back?"

It took her less than a second to grab her handbag and get out of the car, almost running toward your apartment building. She reached the elevator within a minute.

Then another notification tone from you made her phone ring. She didn't look at it. She was afraid it would say something like "It was a joke haha." Or "Never mind, I forgot."

She wouldn't forget. She wouldn't laugh either. That text was exactly what she needed to stop being a coward.

When she reached your door, she typed in the code she'd learned from the times she hung out at your place and watched you enter it. Earlier, she'd preferred ringing the bell so she wouldn't scare you. Right now, she couldn't give less of a fuck.

She entered, took off her shoes, and took a deep breath, trying to regain her composure and stop her hands from shaking.

Then she exhaled, walked to your bedroom door and knocked. No answer. She frowned and slowly opened it, only to find you hiding behind your curtains.

The moonlight was enough to cast a shadow that revealed your silhouette making her chuckle. The sound alone was enough for you to realize it wasn't some thief.

You stepped out of your hiding spot, eyes wide. "Wonyoung?!" You whispered.

She motioned for you to go back to bed. And you did, still surprised by her presence.

She followed you and dropped down beside you, leaning on one elbow while you hid beneath your blanket. "Sorry if I scared you. I was in a rush." She started. You didn't say anything.

"I was still outside in my car when I got your text. And I got so excited that I just... rushed in." She explained.

You lowered the blanket from your face, surprised. "You didn't have to come right away... I said next time you're free." You mumbled.

"I didn't see that part. I saw 'Would you come back?' and here I am." Your eyes drifted away again. Quietly.

"I'm sorry. I'm kinda greedy, aren't I? Go back home. You already did enough for me, Wony." Your voice cracked.

"Don't do that." She moved closer. "You deserve more than an average soup. Don't act like what I did was some huge thing. It wasn't enough for you."

"But it never happened before. Nobody ever took care of me when I was sick. How could I act like it's normal? I'm not used to it. It felt wrong and inappropriate. I felt like a burden, and it hurt." You rambled, your eyes beginning to shine.

You didn't know what had gotten into you. First the text. Now this? Complaining about things that had never bothered you before.

"Is that why you were overthinking all evening?" Wonyoung asked, her voice full of concern.

How the hell had she noticed? You were usually very good at hiding your emotions, it was actually part of your job.

Pretending everything was okay, even when the world seemed to be falling apart, all for the sake of your members. "What else?" your voice cracked.

She sighed and smiled softly. "If you asked me to come back despite the shitty soup, how can you say it felt wrong?" Her hand found your cheek.

You leaned into it, closing your eyes at the comforting touch. "Baby, those rumors about me online are true. I'm a very spoiled, rotten, impatient, egocentric girl. And I'm here because I want to be. If I didn't want to, I wouldn't. If you didn't want me here, I wouldn't be here either." She wiped away your tears as you laughed softly.

"That's so fucking corny, Wony."

She rested her forehead against yours. "You're supposed to say something like 'You're not spoiled and egocentric.'"

Your hands reached for her cheeks. "But you are." And you were absolutely right. Wonyoung knew it and just laughed.

"Why did you leave if you wanted to stay so badly?" You asked as she lay down beside you, pulling you closer into her arms.

"I got scared when I saw you overthinking. I thought you were overthinking my being here. And I didn't have the courage to ask because I was afraid you'd tell me you weren't comfortable with me being around you all the time." She answered casually.

"I overthink the way I put my shoes on. But I never overthink our relationship. Not in a bad way, anyway." You smiled.

"I often realize how important you've become to me. How comfortable I feel around you. How irreplaceable you've become in my life. But every time I think about it, I feel grateful." Her arms tightened around you.

"I like it when you're around. I like it when you bring me coffee. I like it when you come hug me after a long day and start complaining about everything in your life. I like how you make me feel like I'm a little girl with a crush instead of a woman drowning in responsibilities." You chuckled. "I even like your very mid chicken noodle soup."

Wonyoung laughed and squeezed you tighter before pressing a kiss against your cheek. "I like you. I even love you." She whispered.

"I never knew something was missing from my life until you appeared. And now that you're here, I keep wondering how to keep you." She paused. "I used to care so much about criticism. Sometimes it ruined my entire day. Now I barely care. The happiness I get from seeing you every day takes up too much space."

You hummed softly, content.

"Please don't break my heart. I'll give it to you. Actually, it's already yours. I know you're good at caring. Take care of it too."

You giggled. "Of course I will." Then you coughed.

She immediately frowned. "You're still coughing." There was concern in her voice.

You nodded.

She pulled you even closer against her. You buried your face in the crook of her neck, breathing in her scent.

"You're strong." You muttered.

She smiled. "I am. The proof is that I hold myself back every time I'm around you."

You lightly smacked her side. "You don't have to be strong with me, though."

"Really?" Wonyoung asked.

You nodded. "I always wondered if your jokes were just jokes. Would you show me?"

Her eyes lit up. She kissed your cheeks, the crook of your neck, then your forehead. You felt your arms shaking. Even sick as you were, holding onto her took too much strength.

She grabbed your hips and rolled you over, ending up straddling you. "We won't stay like this very long," she said, kissing her way from your exposed stomach to your neck.

"Why not?" you whispered, shivering.

"You're sick, baby. You're supposed to be resting, not lusting."

Caressing her jaw, you answered: "I'm resting. I'm not doing anything. You can keep going. I swear I'll try my best to stay calm."

She laughed. "Good defense, temptress. But I must stop." You stayed silent.

"Can I kiss you though?" she murmured, her eyes on your lips.

"I'm sick, Wony. I don't want you to get it."

Her face moved closer until your noses touched. "I don't care."

When you closed your eyes, she let go of every restraint she'd been holding for months. Your lips finally touched.  Slow at first. But the feeling of your soft lips became too intoxicating.

And as always with you, she wanted more. Your tongues met, it was warm like every part of your bodies. You let out a whimper.

And she finally got it, a sound as pretty as your laughter. She didn't know which she preferred, but she knew she wanted more of it. Her hands stroked your ribs under your shirt, and yours held her face close.

The two of you gasped for air. "You're indeed very spoiled and impatient," you whispered breathlessly against her lips.

"Told you," she hummed. "Let's do this one more time, please," she asked desperately.

One more time became two. Then three. Until she finally pulled away. You both wanted more.

But you knew why she was holding herself back.

You weren't in good shape, and the way she took that into consideration before everything else warmed your heart, as always when it came to Wonyoung.

Maybe she wasn't that impatient or egocentric after all.

"Do you want to eat something?" she asked you, peppering kisses on your lips.

"Your chicken noodle soup," you answered.

She scoffed, puzzled. "It's atrocious."

"Don't say that. It's my favorite meal."

She laughed, kissing you again and you hoped she'd do it forever.

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── Lynn ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

KASTSEYE

Sophia Laforteza ~

˚⟡˖ ࣪ Serie: Fuck Sophia Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 +18/completed 18k wc. You just needed an orgasm. But Sophia had to enter in your room without knocking when you were touching yourself. After a slight argument, the tension was too heavy and Sophia, too tempting.

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Jang Wonyoung ~

˚⟡˖ ࣪ Headcanon: Wonyoung has a crush on you. Suggestive fluff 8k wc.

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Talia Al Ghul ~

˚⟡˖ ࣪ Serie: I think I hung out with Talia. Part 1 Part 2 Fluff/ongoing 3,5k wc When your best friend begged you to handle alone with Talia the fact that her son stood her up, you hadn’t anticipated that you’ll spend a great time with her. Leaving you looking forward the next time. There’ll be a next time, right?

˚⟡˖ ࣪ One Shot: Let’s find a new path. Sugqgestive hurt/comfort 4,3k wc The night you met Talia was the night of your new start in life. She never forgot you and you didn’t either. Three years later, your paths crossed again and she is resolved to not let you go.

Back then, you used to lose yourself in your thoughts with just one glance from her. Not even a touch or a smile. Just a look. It was pathetic, and you hated it.

She had been your gay awakening. Did she know that? No. But you did, and you intended to take that secret to your grave.

Your little crush had faded with time, but Sophia being Sophia, you were still ridiculously attracted to her.

So when you fucked Sophia, you also knew that if she ever touched you, you'd lose it completely.

No kissing. Never giving her the chance to touch you. And most of all, no aftercare. That was the deal. The deal you made with yourself for the sake of your sanity.

Though, Sophia being Sophia, you hadn't exactly kept your promise.

That night, when Sophia was completely dazed and your sister was coming to check on her friend, you had no choice.

Either you shoved Sophia out of your bed and hid her on the other side. Or you lied and said you didn't know where she was, but your sister would've checked the other rooms, especially Sophia's room -because yeah, she had her own room in every one of your houses-. Ultimately, Emma would've found out.

After what felt like endless minutes of panicked reflection, you rushed to the door and locked it. Perfect timing. Emma knocked at that exact moment.

Weird. She never knocked.

"Umm... Y/N?" Emma's muffled voice came through the wood, thick with embarrassment. "Y'all are really loud... Can you, like... maybe stop this and give me back Sophia? She was originally looking for something."

Damn. What a nightmare.

"Y-Yeah. Just wait a few seconds, please. Go downstairs."

"Thank God." she muttered before hurrying down the stairs like the hallway itself was cursed.

You were absolutely cooked. Your sister and all her friends had heard you having sex with Sophia. And apparently, it had been loud enough for Emma to personally come up and beg for mercy.

You pressed your fingers to your temples, massaging them slowly as dread pooled in your stomach. How the hell were you supposed to leave your room after that?

A soft whimper from Sophia, still sprawled across your sheets, interrupted your spiraling thoughts. No time to mope. Sophia had to leave.

"Sophia?" You crossed the room and crouched beside her, straightening her up by the shoulders. "Come on. Get up. They heard us. We have to stop this."

Her mascara had smudged beneath her wet eyes, dark streaks trailing over flushed skin. Her hair was a complete mess, tangled wildly over her shoulders.

Yeah. She definitely couldn't go downstairs looking like that.

She was slowly regaining awareness, but her hazy stare still carried enough lust to make your stomach twist when she bit her lip. Not the moment.

You dropped her shoulders abruptly and stepped back. "Get dressed. Clean your face."

She tilted her head lazily. "Hm?"

Your gaze dropped before you could stop it. Her bare chest was covered of hickeys. Her skirt was bunched high on her hips, and the slick sheen along her thighs caught the dim light of your bedside lamp.

You turned your head sharply.

"Sophia, you... you really need to leave. Quickly."

You heard her shifting on the mattress, muttering to herself. "Where's my shirt..." she mumbled pitifully.

God. Fuck Sophia.

Giving up, you headed to the bathroom and grabbed two wet towels.

When you came back, she was still fumbling around your sheets, making an even bigger mess as she searched.

You caught her wrist and guided her to the edge of the bed. She didn't resist. With one towel, you carefully wiped away her ruined mascara.

Then you dropped to your knees and cleaned between her thighs with the second. While you worked, Sophia found her bra and slipped it back on with shaky fingers.

You reached up automatically to clip it for her. Then, spotting her shirt tangled in the blankets, you grabbed it and handed it over.

You crossed to your closet, pulled on sweatpants, and grabbed your phone, texting Emma: "Come here."

When you looked up again, Sophia was fully dressed and watching you. The lust was gone. Now there was only sympathy -and maybe a little embarrassment- in her soft brown eyes.

"That's it. You... can use my bathroom if you want to fix your hair." You hesitated. "You should fix your hair." You made sure to emphasize should.

She nodded, smiling faintly. You were about to leave when her fingers caught your hand. You froze, but didn't turn.

"Thank you, Y/N."

You swallowed hard. "It's nothing."

Slipping your hand free, you shoved your feet into your slippers and unlocked the door. Then you stepped out, closing it quietly behind you without another word.

The hallway felt too cold. You'd barely taken a breath before Emma appeared at the top of the stairs.

She looked at you with equal parts annoyance and secondhand embarrassment. "Seriously? With Sophia?"

You shrugged awkwardly. "It just happened. Sorry, Em."

She sighed dramatically and brushed past you into your room, shutting the door behind her.

Downstairs, the amusement on her friends' faces was immediate. You mumbled something about going to a friend's house and escaped into the freezing November night wearing only a tank top, sweatpants, and slippers. You actually did go to a friend's house though.

Sophia was upstairs, brushing her hair in front of your mirror when Emma stepped inside and closed the door behind her. She leaned against it, crossing her arms.

"So... with my little sister?"

Sophia paused mid-brush before resuming at the same measured pace. "Sorry. It won't happen again."

Emma made a face. "Soph, I don't care. I just wish I'd known absolutely nothing about it."

Her grimace deepened. "You guys were so loud I wanted to die. I really did not need to hear my sister and my... sister?" She frowned, visibly rethinking the word. "Doing that."

Sophia giggled.

"What if it was me? What if you heard me?"

"With my little brother?" Sophia frowned. Her brother was a minor.

"Ew no. The issue isn't that it was with my sister. She's an adult. The problem is that I'm very traumatized." Emma said very agitated.

Sophia laughed harder.

Your sister pointed accusingly at her. "If you had heard me, you'd be equally shocked."

"That's just disgusting Em. Biggest turn off ever and right after I get laid so damn g-"

"Shut up!"

Sophia only laughed, setting the brush down. "Okay, okay. Let's just go downstairs."

The girls erupted into cheers and applause the second she returned. "A good lay and still no tokens? That's what I call responsibility" Manon teased.

Sophia's cheeks flamed as she dropped onto the couch trying to ignore her friends.

"Tut-tut" Megan scolded dramatically. "You thought you could get laid and then come back to scrolling without paying your dues? Absolutely not. Get over here and be our waitress."

Sophia rolled her eyes and obeyed. Emma buried her face in her hands. "If you could all please stop talking about this..."

But while the others laughed, Sophia's eyes drifted around the room, searching for you. Lara noticed immediately. "Your girl left real fast. Don't bother looking."

Sophia stiffened. "She's not my girl. It was a one-time thing." She defended herself.

Emma shuffled the cards. "Just don't make it messy between you two."

You got home about four hours later.

The girls were sprawled across the living room, half-watching a movie, the glow from the television flickering over their faces.

The second they saw you, hysterical giggles broke out. Sophia only offered you a timid smile, while your sister stared at you with narrowed eyes.

"You changed your clothes?" Emma asked.

You nodded. You were wearing a hoodie now, and your sweatpants had been swapped for another pair.

"They're Yoonchae's" you answered simply, dropping your keys onto the counter.

Daniela's grin turned wicked. "Damn, girl. Two girls in one night? You're an overachiever."

Manon and Megan burst into laughter. Even Sophia laughed, only softly.

Emma clamped her hands over her ears while Lara high-fived Daniela like she'd just won an Olympic medal. It wasn't that funny.

You sighed. "Shut up. Watch your movie." Mumbling under your breath, you disappeared back into your room without another glance.

Their laughter echoed through the house well past dawn.

About two weeks later, you had failed your exams and hadn't exchanged much more than a simple hi with Sophia.

And yet, you saw her just as often as before.

She was always there, hovering around your house that was basically her house too. She was either alone in her room, either with one of the girls, or all of them at once.

They had mostly stopped bringing up that night every five seconds, though they still mentioned it whenever the joke was too good to pass up. Sophia herself wasn't all that different. She was just... chattier.

Before, she'd only smiled at you, asking those generic school questions back when you were still in high school. "How's school going?" "Getting good grades?" Or "Do you need a drive" when she drove your little siblings somewhere.

Though your parents considered her as their daughter, she was only close with Emma of course and with your little siblings. But you were just you. She hadn't known what else to say to her best friend's little sister. For years, that was all you'd been to her, her best friend's little sister.

A kid.

And talking about grades had felt safe. What else was she supposed to say to the cold teenager you were?

Then senior year happened. And suddenly, she stopped treating you like one.

She talked less, but when she did, it no longer felt forced like those "aunty" conversation.

And after your night together, she somehow seemed to have more to say.

"Do you like this kind of music?" She would ask whenever she caught you listening to music. You rarely answered with more than a quiet "Hm" or a short "Yes". She would not force you to talk either, she would just smile or nods before leaving you alone.

She never pushed. She'd just smile, nod softly, and leave you alone. It was awkward. Exactly as awkward as anyone would expect.

And you made sure to keep your distance. Because Sophia, being Sophia, she was completely off limits.

Three months later, things had finally quieted down.

Your sister's friends seemed to have moved on.

You were at a party with your best friend, Yoonchae, though she'd suddenly vanished while hunting down some guy from a group project who apparently hadn't answered her texts in days.

You let her go and stayed behind, lingering in one of the long hallways of the enormous mansion hosting the party. The walls gleamed under warm golden sconces and expensive paintings.

You leaned against one of them, talking to some girl who held your hand and absentmindedly swung them.

"Come on, Y/N" she said, pouting dramatically. "Just help me. I swear I won't take too much of your time."

She was short. Really short. You weren't exactly tall yourself, but next to you she looked tiny. You smirked, letting her flirt. She was cute, actually. Then a nearby door opened.

A guy stepped out first, grinning to himself. Sophia followed behind him, rearranging her clothes with quick fingers. The girl beside you followed your stare and raised her hand.

"Sophia! Hey, how are you doing girl!?"

She still hadn't let go of your hand. Sophia lifted her head with a smile, but the second she noticed you, it faltered.

Her eyes dropped immediately to your joined hands. Then she bit her lip and smiled again, softer this time.

"Hey, Jay. Hi, Y/N."

You gave her a quiet wave. Jay stopped swinging your hands but didn't let go. Your eyes stayed fixed on Sophia.

She wore a thin blue satin dress that stopped mid-thigh, clinging perfectly to every curve. Her makeup was light, just gloss and subtle blush. Her hair was pulled into a half ponytail, two loose braids framing her face. She looked unfairly good.

She and Jay started chatting about the last time they'd met for coffee with mutual friends. Sophia tried to focus. But her gaze kept drifting back to yours.

"By the way," Jay teased suddenly "Who was that guy?"

Sophia laughed awkwardly. "Just a classmate."

You almost smiled. She didn't fool you.

You knew things about Sophia. You knew that despite her shy first impression, she was sharp and playful, always teasing her friends and rage baiting them.

You knew she wasn't scared of much, she loved horror movies, thrill rides, anything intense actually. And you also knew that she loved to fuck around. Girls. Guys. Whoever she wanted.

Sophia was many things. Innocent wasn't one of them.

Eventually, the conversation ended. She waved lightly to Jay and gave you one last small smile before walking away.

Jay turned slowly toward you, eyebrow raised. "Is there something between you two? She looked nervous."

You smirked. "Why didn't you let go of my hand if you noticed?"

Jay rolled her eyes. "Because if it were serious, you wouldn't be standing here flirting with me."

Fair.

"So what is it? Isn't she your big sister's best friend?"

Your phone buzzed with a text from Yoonchae "I'm in the garden. Join me."

You slipped your phone away and met Jay's bright green eyes. "She is." You gently let go of her hand."There's nothing between us."

Then you smiled. "Gotta go." You'd barely taken two steps before she called after you.

"I'm not fighting another girl for you, Y/N. You know that, right?"

You glanced back over your shoulder, grin widening. "Yeah. Don't."

She opened her mouth to reply, but repressed herself.

"See you around, Jaylin."

Downstairs was chaos. Heat hit you instantly, the press of bodies dancing, the smell of smoke and alcohol, bass vibrating through the floorboards.

You slipped through the crowd, ignoring voices calling your name. If anyone asked later, you'd blame the music.

Eventually, you reached the garden. It looked more like a private park than a backyard.

People swam in the glowing pool, others crowded around the barbecue, while smaller groups lounged on benches.

You searched for Yoonchae. And then Daniela called your name.

She sat sprawled across an outdoor couch, surrounded by Manon, Lara, Megan, your sister and Sophia, of course.

There were also three guys you didn't know and somehow, Yoonchae.

You stopped. "The hell is she doing with them?" You muttered under your breath as you walked closer.

Daniela's smile was way too smug. The others looked equally suspicious. They were definitely plotting something.

"Weren't you looking for Jacob?" you asked Yoonchae, narrowing your eyes.

"Jonas," she corrected instantly. "And no, I didn't find him. But I did find them, and then realized I had no idea where you were."

"Yeah, it's fine. I just told her to stay with us while she waited for you." Daniela added, smiling far too innocently.

You knew exactly what she'd done. Yoonchae was in the university dance crew, and Daniela was practically their legend, the kind of senior people whispered about like she was a god.

Yoonchae was basically her number one fan. Dani knew that. And for some reason, she'd clearly used it to drag you here. But why?

"Come on, little Emma." Lara teased you with a grin, standing up and sliding next to Yoonchae, leaving her seat empty. Right next to Sophia.

And suddenly, it all clicked. Oh. Fuck them.

"Lara, come back here." Sophia said, her voice calm but edged with authority.

You'd seen her order her friends around before. It had always been hot. Tonight, though? It was another level.

"It's fine. Yoonchae and I have other plans." you lied, shooting your best friend a desperate look.

She blinked once, then shook her head. "We don't. Sit down girl."

Fuck Yoonchae too.

"Y/N just come sit down next to Yoonchae" Your sister sighed.

Lara had settled comfortably back into place beside Sophia, all smug satisfaction. You muttered something under your breath and dropped onto the empty seat next to Yoonchae.

Directly in front of Sophia. Great.

Your sister handed you a Red Bull with a pointed look, the silent kind that reminded you she absolutely forbade alcohol. You popped it open without complaint.

Conversations blurred together around you. You mostly stayed quiet, only laughing occasionally when Yoonchae or Manon said something stupid enough to earn it.

As the night stretched on, the group slowly shrank. Some people drifted off to dance. Others wandered toward the barbecue, or disappeared into the house.

Eventually, it was just one random guy, Manon, Yoonchae, Sophia, and you. The guy sat beside Sophia, animatedly telling some story while she smiled.

You were halfway through your third Red Bull and felt like your bloodstream had become liquid static.

Manon glanced over your shoulder. "Where's Dani? She promised me hot dogs."

"Let's go find her." Yoonchae said, standing. Manon linked arms with her immediately, and the two walked off giggling like they shared one collective brain cell.

That left the three of you. The guy laughed catching your attention.

"Soph, remember that time I caught you making out with someone in my pantry?"

Sophia laughed too, casual and unbothered. Not embarrassed at all. Not.At.All.

Then her eyes flicked toward you. And she froze. Like she'd only just remembered you were there. A flush climbed her cheeks.

"Hum..."

"Relax," the guy teased. "It's not a crime."

"Yeah," you said, leaning back. "Just very slutty of you, Sophia." The words slipped out before you could stop them.

Sophia's eyes widened, the guy looked between the two of you confused, and you just smirked at him, reassuring him about your words. It was just a joke -sort of-. He chuckled.

"Okay, stop teasing her. She's red enough already."

You laughed lightly and tipped your can back "Yeah. Sorry."

The conversation resumed. Sophia, however, remained stiff. Her legs crossed tighter, fingers knotting together in her lap. And every few seconds, she'd glance at you.

A few minutes later, you reached for a beer someone had abandoned on the table and cracked it open. You felt Sophia's stare instantly.

"You're drinking?" she asked.

Her tone was careful. Curious. You took a long sip without breaking eye contact.

"Why this question?"

She fidgeted.

"Well... didn't Emma tell you not to? You're still nineteen."

You chuckled softly. "Are you going to report me, Sophia?"

Her legs pressed together even tighter.

And God. You liked that reaction far more than you should have. You liked how she'd get flustered. You shouldn't though, you made your best to keep your distance from her. But Sophia being Sophia, it was too much of a torture to keep resisting. You thought that maybe a little teasing session, where you kept control of the situation might not be that bad.

"No, I just..."

"Then why won't you let me be?"

Her gaze flickered down your throat as you drank again. Then to your lips. Then back up. She swallowed.

Her eyes were scanning your entire body. Staring a bit too long on your chest or your lips.

You licked them, taking a full taste of the alcohol, for some reason you already felt drunk, you didn't knew if it was because of the beer or because of the pretty girl in front of you.

"I just... if Emma gets mad, don't drag me into it."

You tilted your head. "Are you my mother?" She frowned.

"Or maybe my sister?" you continued, your voice low now. "Do you see me as your sister, Sophia?"

She frowned again, shaking her head. "Stop doing this Y/N" She mumbled.

"Or what Sophia?" You empathized her name, leaning forward slightly.

The silence that followed was thick enough to choke on. Her jaw flexed. She looked annoyed. Really annoyed. And somehow, that only made her prettier. You wondered if she'd get angry like last time.

The random guy abruptly stood.

"Okaaaay," he said awkwardly. "I'm just gonna... leave you two to whatever this is." He disappeared without waiting for a response.

Now it was just the two of you. Sophia's hair lifted softly in the breeze. You were still in the middle of staring battle with her.

She exhaled hard and looked away. Then back.

"Drop it." You finished your beer in one last swallow.

"Are you teasing me on purpose?" she asked bluntly which made you chuckle.

"Is it what it look like to you?"

She nodded, still looking very annoyed.

"Then I guess I am."

Her eyes narrowed. "I thought you wanted distance between us. What changed your mind?"

You pretended to think deeply before shrugging, still making fun of her "Who knows."

Her voice sharpened. "You're playing with me because you think that you're the one in charge?" She started showing her anger.

That made you lose it completely. A real laugh escaped you, head tipped back, shoulders shaking.

The kind of laugh Sophia had never heard from you. It was the first time since you'd known her that you laughed at something she said. And she was very funny, but you would always contained yourself.

"Am I not?" You genuinely asked still laughing as she was watching you speechless.

Sophia never saw you laughing like that, not with her though. You weren't even laughing with her. You were laughing at her.

You were always cold and distant. But tonight you've decided to toy with her, and when she confronted you, you didn't even bother pretending. Even when she showed you she was very annoyed by that. No. You kept pushing her buttons, revealing the very truth.

You genuinely thought that you had the situation in control. Only you. Not her. Absolutely not her.

And it was true. You were the one dictating every interactions. On the rare occasions you felt like speaking, she answered. Whenever you withdrew -and you usually did- she still came back the next time with that same soft smile, as if your indifference meant nothing to her. But it did.

That night, three months ago, you'd controlled everything. You hadn't let her touch you. You hadn't kissed her. And afterward, when she'd tried to act normal, to ease the awkwardness between you, you'd only grown colder.

She was embarrassed when you saw her leaving a room with a hookup, you were not embarrassed to flirt with Jaylin in front of her.

You were the one in control. It was the only truth. But the fact that you were so aware of it, and even having the audacity of laughing at her when she questioned this said control. It was too much. Did you think you were that above everything? That above her?

Sophia had a dignity too. In fact she was a very proud woman. And it was time for you to be as troubled as she was. It was time for you to see how proud she could be.

"Don't laugh like that." she said quietly, though there was steel in her voice now. "My mistake for letting you think you'd always win against me."

Your smile only widened. "Don't worry, Sophia. I don't underestimate you."

And that was true. You knew exactly how dangerous she could be. That was the whole problem.

"Yes, you do." she shot back, leaning forward slightly. "I let you win often. But I won't always."

You tilted your head, amused. "Really?" Your voice dipped lower.

"You're letting me win?" She didn't answer. You leaned closer. "Is that why you were squeezing your thighs together when I called you a slut about..." You acted as if you were thinking "Five minutes ago?"

Her breath hitched. You saw it. The tiny reaction she tried to hide. That reaction just made you feel powerful.

"Can you fake attraction just to let me win, Sophia?" The emphasis on let made her jaw tighten.

"Yes." She didn't seemed disturbed. You smirked again for half a second.

"It's also why I didn't touch you that night." she continued. "Because if I had, you wouldn't be talking to me like this right now."

Your smile faltered becoming less teasing. She'd perfectly seen through you, it wasn't pleasant. You wanted to run away from her, but she would have won. You hated losing.

"Is that a threat?" you asked lightly. "Are you going to touch your best friend's little sister, Sophia?"

"Maybe I will."

The words landed between you like. You were about to answer when voices erupted nearby. The others were coming back. Instinctively, you started to stand, hating being surrounded by too many people.

Then a hand caught yours. Before you could react, Sophia yanked you back down. You landed hard beside her, startled.

Her fingers remained loosely threaded through yours. And when you looked at her, she was smiling. Mischievous and victorious.

The group returned in a blur of laughter and half-finished conversations. No one questioned why you were suddenly sitting next to Sophia.

At this point, they'd all clearly given up trying to figure the two of you out. They were too busy eating, drinking and talking over each other.

Megan came with the idea of playing games. "Let's play undercover and then after maybe a riddle?"

"The worst player in both games will have a forfeit, they will have to go and isolate themselves while it is prepared for them." Dani added with her evil smile.

They groaned and argued about her idea, but eventually everyone accepted.

The garden was darker now. Only the faint golden lights strung through the trees illuminated the space, casting soft halos over everyone's faces.

And in the middle of all that noise, you ironically wished they were focusing on Sophia and you. Why? Because Sophia's hand slid onto your bare thigh. You froze. At first, her touch was innocent.

Slow strokes across your skin, absentminded enough that no one would notice. Then her fingers drifted higher. And higher. You clenched your jaw.

She acted like nothing was happening. Smiling sweetly. Playing along with the game. Ignoring every sharp glance you shot her way.

You could barely focus. You kept getting eliminated first, blurting wrong answers because your mind had gone completely blank.

By the time they switched to riddles, you were doomed. Everyone's attention shifted to whoever was standing in the center, trying to create a difficult question.

No one was watching you. No one except Sophia.

"Stop," you muttered under your breath. "We're not alone."

Her hand stilled. Then pulled it out. Relief rushed through you. You shifted your attention to Megan like they all did.

You felt movement beside you. But you didn't look at her, you were trying to regain your calm.

Then something soft landed in your lap. Your eyes dropped. Black lace panties completely soaked. Your stomach flipped and you looked at her so fast your neck almost hurt.

Sophia met your stare, her wide brown eyes glittering with amusement. She looked absurdly pleased with herself.

"Put them back" you hissed.

Instead of answering, she suddenly raised her voice. "Guys!" Everyone turned.

You shoved the panties into your skirt pocket so fast your fingers trembled. The damp fabric left heat against your skin and mopped your hand on you.

Sophia finally looked away from you and pointed lazily toward the game. "It's obviously Regina George."

Megan groaned dramatically. "Fucking finally. Thank you, Sophia."

Complaints broke out, they were all arguing about how Megan was not doing the job right. When Sophia turned back to you, her smile was devastating. She stood and stretched.

"I think it's my turn."

"Go, Soph!" Lara cheered.

Sophia stepped into the center. Then she tilted her head thoughtfully.

"Hm... do I have to do a riddle? Couldn't I mime something? Like..." Her smile sharpened. "A bike?"

Your entire body went rigid. Absolutely not. If she spread her legs right now to mimic a bike, they'd see she wasn't wearing any underwear. And for some reason, it bothered you very much.

"It's a riddle game," you cut in quickly. "Why would you mime?"

Manon frowned. "Yeah, that'd be weird."

"Shut up Sophia and just play the game" Your sister added.

Sophia laughed softly, her eyes still locked on yours. Then she gave her riddle. Your sister noticed the look passing between you. The way Sophia smiled. The way you tensed. Her eyebrows rose slightly, but she said nothing.

When Sophia lost, Daniella clapped her hands together. "Alright. Punishment time! Go wait somewhere while we decide."

Sophia looked offended. "I was good at the Undercover, I wasn't the worst player of both games!"

Lara's eyes lit up. "She's right. Y/N lost earlier too. The two of you must be punished"

Your stomach dropped and Sophia blinked, thinking for several seconds as if she hadn't expected that.

"Actually, never mind." she said quickly. "I'll go alone."

Megan caught her wrist. "Nope. Both of you. Far away. We don't want cheaters overhearing our evil plans."

And just like that, you found yourself walking off into the dark with Sophia at your side, the girls' laughter fading behind you.

The second you were out of their sight, she gave you a knowing look and smirked. "Still think you're in control?"

That's when it clicked. Her riddle was really bad, though she was supposed to be good at this game. And she acted like she didn't want to be far away from them, alone with you, but she was the one who kept teasing you. Of course she'd like it.

She lost and showed awkwardness at the thought of being with you, and she did it on purpose. She was the very one who pointed out that she wasn't the only loser and she also dit it on purpose.

"How were you so sure I'd lose too?"

She shrugged and stepped closer, her perfume catching in the cold night air.

"I had my hands on you." Her smile deepened "How could you possibly win?"

And honestly? She had a point. Because Sophia, being Sophia, how could anyone win against her?

She guided you into the laundry room and quietly closed the door behind her. The small room was dimly lit, the pale yellow light buzzing softly above your heads. The washing machine hummed faintly in the corner.

Sophia quickly tied her hair into a messy ponytail. You instinctively moved to the far corner, trying to put distance between you.

"If you don't want it, just say it." she said, slowly walking toward you.

"It's not a good idea, Sophia." you warned. Maybe you were warning yourself more than her.

She tilted her head. "Why is that?"

"It'll end badly."

She shrugged. "Yeah, maybe. And?"

You frowned, genuinely concerned. What was wrong with her? "And?" you repeated. "And then we'll never be comfortable around each other again. And you know damn well you're always around."

She reached for your arm, her fingers brushing your skin, stroking it slowly with her thumb. "Tell me, Y/N..." she murmured. "When were we ever comfortable with each other?"

Touché.

Her hand moved higher. "Don't you want to bend me over this washing machine and fuck me senseless?" Her touch was slower now. Intoxicating. "You did so well last time... I touched myself almost every night thinking about it."

She grabbed your hand and guided it between her legs. "See how wet I am? Just for you." She pressed herself harder against your palm, letting you feel how soaked she already was. "Why won't you give me some? I need it so bad..."

She ground shamelessly against your hand. "I promise I'll be good. I'll eagerly suck you off. I'll let you be mean to me-"

Without even noticing it, your fingers had started pinching her clit. A soft moan escaped her lips.

She buried her face into your neck, both hands gripping your arms for support. "Please..." she whimpered. "I swear I'll be so good. Let me touch you. Don't leave me like this..."

You pulled your hand away and grabbed her waist instead, yanking her flush against you. "One last time, Sophia." Your voice was low and firm. "And then you leave all of this behind us."

She bit her lip, clearly hesitating. One last time? Really? She didn't want it for once. She wanted it forever.

Still holding her waist, you suddenly thrust two fingers deep inside her. Her eyes rolled back instantly. "Okay, okay, okay, I agree," she babbled breathlessly. "Just fuck me, please."

You brushed your tongue over her lips. She took the opportunity and kissed you hungrily. Her hands slipped under your shirt, desperate and greedy as she kissed you harder.

She'd broken the last rule. Three months ago, she'd broken the no aftercare rule. Two hours ago, she'd broken the never let her touch you rule. And now, she'd broken the no kissing rule.

You grabbed her shoulders and shoved her back. You barely needed strength. She was already sinking to her knees. You dragged over a laundry basket, flipped it upside down, and sat on it. Grabbing her ponytail, you spread your legs.

"Show me what you've got." You pushed her face between your thighs.

It took her barely three seconds to slide your panties aside and start licking. Her tongue was hot and precise, sharp enough to make your whole body tense.

She sucked your clit eagerly, then pushed the tip of her tongue inside you, making your breath catch. It felt absurdly good.

Good enough to replace your stupid Red Bull addiction. And that thought alone was insane enough.

"You drive me fucking crazy, Sophia." you moaned. She groaned against you, and the vibration made you bite your inner cheek.

"Why would you do this to me?" You muttered breathlessly between licks. "Do you know how badly I wanted to fuck you in front of everybody when you gave me my panties back?"

You yanked her head back by her hair. Her lips were wet, her chin glistening. Her mascara was slightly smudged again. She looked completely obscene. "You look filthy."

She licked her lips. Your stomach twisted. "How many people know you're the sluttiest girl on campus?"

Sophia moaned at your words, her hand already slipping between her own thighs as she fingered herself shamelessly in front of you. "Do you like that, pretty girl?" you asked, voice colder now.

You pushed her face back into your heat. You started grinding against her mouth, forcing her to take everything. "Did you touch yourself to this thought?" You pushed harder. "Will you do it again tonight?" Harder. "How many fingers will you use?" She whimpered. "Are you going to send me pictures?"

You were getting rougher now, desperate for friction. "Enjoy it, pretty girl. It's the last time I'll ever use you." A moan tore from your throat. "Be useful for me, yeah?"

Your breathing broke. "Take it like a good girl and maybe I'll reward you." And then you came.

Your thighs trembled around her face as soft, helpless sounds escaped your lips. "Don't waste it," you panted. "Drink."

And she did. Every last drop. When you finally pulled her back by her hair, she stuck out her tongue obediently to show you. Your clit throbbed painfully at the sight.

Sophia smiled up at you, lips swollen and shining. Then she lowered herself again, licking slow trails along your inner thighs while keeping eye contact.

Her other hand still worked between her legs, fingers thrusting inside herself desperately "Please," she begged. Her voice cracked. "Y/N... please."

You released her hair and stood, rearranging your skirt. She stayed on her knees, panting, still touching herself. Begging.

You took a deep breath, needing composure and Sophia had never exactly gone well with composure.

Then you knelt beside her and caught her wrist, stopping her movements. "Come on, baby," you murmured, stroking her cheek. "Don't play alone."

You guided her toward the table, your hand firm around her arm. The second she sat down, she spread her legs. Her thighs were soaked, her lips swollen, her whole body trembling.

She'd already come once and somehow she looked hungrier.  "Don't let me starve, Y/N," she whimpered. "I was good."

You slowly slipped one strap of her dress down, exposing one breast. Her nipple was already hard as you pinched it. Her reaction was immediate. Her palms slammed onto the table, her head tipped back as a broken whimper spilled from her lips.

"How are you this insatiable?" you muttered pinching harder."Didn't you fuck some guy two hours ago?" The thought of it annoyed you as you pinched her again.

Sophia shook her head immediately. "I didn't. Her face was burning red, but she held your stare.

"He fingered me, but I couldn't come. I kept thinking about how yours felt better."

You huffed softly."Yeah? And was it the same with the guy before and the girl before that?" Another pinch. She moaned shamelessly.

"No," she whimpered, shaking her head faster. "The last time I came was three months ago. With you."

You stopped. Your hand left her breast and moved to her throat, wrapping around it firmly and forcing her to look at you. Your other hand stroked her soaked inner thigh, warning her slowly. "Sophia, I don't like liars."

She started grinding against nothing, desperately trying to get friction.

"I know you're a naughty girl. I know you like to fuck around. That's fine, I don't care. But don't lie to me." You squeezed slightly her throat.

"You always come so easily. How am I supposed to believe you didn't with your little hookups?"

"I didn't with them. I can't even come when I'm alone!" She said in a cry.

"You came while I was suffocating you with my pussy. You came with your own fingers buried inside yourself, your head drowning in me, and I didn't even touch you." Your voice was low, almost mocking. "I used you. I wasn't gentle, was I?" Your hand tightened around her throat, just enough to steal her breath.

A choked whimper escaped her lips, small and broken, as her eyes rolled upward for a second.

Her fingers twitched uselessly at your wrist, not to push you away, but to hold on.

Her chest rose sharply, desperate for air, and still her thighs kept trembling, squeezing together around the emptiness. She looked completely wrecked beneath you. And somehow, she still wanted more.

Your thumb brushed her clit lightly, that tiny touch was enough, her whole body convulsed, her orgasm hit her instantly, violently.

A choked sob escaped her as her thighs trembled around your hand. You let go of her throat as tears slipped down her flushed cheeks. She struggled to breathe, chest heaving as you wiped one tear away with your thumb.

Maybe she wasn't lying. She was too sensitive and too desperate like someone who had been edging for months. But how can Sophia have been edging? She always fulfilled her sexual starvation.

"You know what?" You murmured voice softer now. "I'll give you what you want." Hope lit her eyes. "But first, you have to be very honest, very clear about this situation, I don't fuck liars, do your best."

You leaned back a slightly, not to much, still able to touch her, but you weren't all over her anymore. Her breathing was hard and she turned her eyes from you, trying to think clearly.

"Uh-uh. Look at me Sophia." You grabbed her chin and turned her face back toward yours.

When your eyes met,  her thighs squeezed together. Without breaking the eye contact, you spread them apart again.

"Don't close them. Speak."

"Umm..." She swallowed "I don't know, I..."

You titled your head pretending to pout "Aren't you the chatty type? You don't want to chat with me?"

Her lips trembled. You traced your fingers along her cheek and leaned in, kissing her jaw, then the corner of her mouth.

"See, you've been very good, but I don't believe you, lying is not good isn't it?" You mumbled against her skin "If you explain properly, I might believe that you're a good girl." Your lips brushed hers "And if I believe that, I'll be just as good with you, yeah?"

She whimpered. The anticipation was eating her alive. You slipped your tongue into her mouth, licking slowly, obscenely, while your hand stroked her waist through the satin dress.

"Okay, okay" she gasped "I'll tell you" Your mouth curved into a smile against her skin. "Thank you baby" She grabbed your hair, keeping you close.

"I didn't sleep that night," she confessed breathlessly. "I kept touching myself while replaying your words in my head. Over and over."

You kissed along her pulse. "But I couldn't come." Her voice cracked. "I tried so hard."

You bit lightly at her neck, and she cursed. "I touched myself to your pictures. The one of you in the red bikini, the one where you're smiling and making that stupid peace sign."

You froze for half a second. Her cheeks darkened "I zoomed in," she admitted weakly. "On your chest."

Your stomach flipped. "And?" Your voice was quiet as you squeezed her breast sharply. She moaned.

"And I imagined what they'd taste like. And why would you opened your legs like this ? I could see how wet you were because of the sea, I bet your skin was salty too. I also bet you get a good lay that night..."

"How did you even get that picture?" She hesitated. "The Instagram of one of your old hookups." You laughed softly, disbelieving.

"I stalked her. And then I found more pictures of you, in your room..." She stopped embarrassed.

"And ?" You repeated yourself.

"And..." she moaned. "And touch myself in your bed, I used one of your dirty panties and humped them...thinking maybe that'd finally make me come, but I couldn't, I needed you so bad..." She started moving her waist.

Every word was making your restraint crumble. You kissed across her flushed face while she choked on shaky breaths.

"I stole the pink lace pair," she admitted."The ones with the ribbons." Your mind was spinning.

That was easily the filthiest thing anyone had ever confessed to you. "Show me."

She blinked."What?"

"Show me how you touched yourself, that'll help me to believe you"

This time, she didn't hesitate. She spread her legs wider and slid trembling fingers between them, circling her clit desperately. Her breathing turned ragged almost instantly. "I was so jealous," she sobbed. "Of the girls you were seeing" Tears spilled as she moved faster.

"I heard one of them, bragging about how good you fucked her. Why not me too? See? Look how desperate I am. Why not me?" She opened her eyes, she stopped talking, she was just jerking off on you, right in front of you.

"Don't stop talking" You warned, looking into her eyes as you caressed her body.

"I tried with other people," she choked out. "But it never worked. We'd stop after a few minutes. For months I couldn't get any orgasm. You didn't even kissed me that night, but you did kiss a girl last week. You were so gentle with her, why not me? I tried... I tried to talk with you, I tried. But you were always mean to me. Why is that?"

Her face twisted with frustration.

"I promise I can be good, don't fuck other girls, please Y/N" She entered a finger inside, her movements turned frantic.

"Look how I'm ruined for you, yet you still want it to be the last time. What am I supposed to do? You undressed me with your stare earlier even though you were flirting with Jaylin, why?" Another sob. "I couldn't even focus on our conversation, I kept thinking about going on my knees and burying my face in your pussy" A loud moan escaped her when you lose it, replacing her fingers by yours. "Fuck!" She screamed.

You grabbed her wrist and replaced her fingers with your own, thrusting deep and rough. Her nails dug into your back as she clung to you.

Words poured from her in delirious rambling."One time I broke into your room again and stretched myself with your dildo, pretending it was your fingers."

You thrust harder. Her whole body jolted. "I didn't even clean it after, I was hoping you'd use it with all my juice still on it." Your breath caught.

Her voice cracked completely. "If you got pregnant because of me, I'd stay. I'd take care of you. You'd have to keep me. You'd have to keep fucking me. Only me. Forever"

Absolute nonsense. Complete insanity. And somehow it only made you thrust faster. Her walls tightened around your fingers you felt how close she was again.

You kissed her cheeks, her mouth, her trembling eyelids. "You did good baby, I believe you" She murmured still kissing her.

She clung tighter. And then she came for the third time, collapsing against your shoulder. Her body shook as she tried to recover. But even half-conscious with pleasure, Sophia still smiled.

She was holding you closer, as if she did her best to keep you. Sophia didn't want you to leave her, not right now, not never, but you made it clear that it was the last time between the two of you. She did not care though.

Sophia was a good girl sometimes, very often in fact, if she could get her way with it. But she knew that being good wasn't always clever with you. It couldn't be the last time with you. It shouldn't.

And she knew that you were resisting, because the fact is that you're as attracted as she is. And Sophia, being Sophia, she kept her words. She warned you, she told you that she won't always let you win.

"Next time," she whispered wickedly, "use your dildo on me after you use it yourself."

You laughed breathlessly. "Stop being weird. You're not getting pregnant."

She giggled."We never know."

And then it hit you. You pulled back sharply "Next time" What next time? It was the last time, you made it clear.

"Next time?" Your eyes narrowed.

She tilted her head innocently. "Hm?"

"You said next time, I made it clear Sophia, it won't happen again. I don't like keeping around people I've slept with, and I'm very positive about the fact that you'll always be around" You said very seriously.

And you were right. Your younger siblings would text her whenever they needed a ride, not you. Never you.

Your parents were called to a parent-teacher conference back when she was still in high school because Sophia's parents were never around.  At this point, she had her own bedroom in every house your family owned, including the one you stayed in while studying. She was just... always there. So familiar, so woven into every corner of your life that breaking into your room probably felt easier to her than buying a snack from a vending machine.

Sophia would always be around. She wasn't just your sister's best friend anymore, she was part of your family. The fact that your sister didn't care about the two of you fucking each other was proof enough. Emma trusted Sophia with her life. She trusted you too, as much as she hated admitting it.

She just knew that even if whatever this was between the two of you eventually came to an end, neither of you would ever do anything to hurt the other. And if no one got hurt, then Emma wouldn't either.

Sophia smiled.

Then slowly, she spread her legs again, lazily sliding two fingers back to her pussy, spreading it with them. Her expression was pure challenge.

"What?" She entered a finger, her voice was soft and teasing. "You really don't want to fuck me again?"

And yeah, you did want to fuck Sophia forever.

I’m done guys. Hope you enjoyed, I take requests so do not hesitate. Comments are deeply appreciated. See you for the last chapter very soon !

Ps : This chapter is for me the representation of the song “Slut me out” by NLE Choppa.

You shared one of your many family houses with your sister during your university years. You went to the same campus, and the house was a 20-minute drive from school. Every other weekend, the two of you hit the road to your parent’s house. To make up for her absence during whatever rave party might be happening, she would gather a couple of her friends at your place, drinking, dancing, playing games and shit.

You? You were either out until dawn with your friends or locked in your room studying, because once you got to your parent’s house, your little siblings would never let you have a moment of peace.

Tonight, it was the second situation for you. Though you weren’t exactly focused on your notes. No. Tonight, you were focused on chasing an orgasm. It had been roughly three weeks since your last hookup. You were in some harsh ovulation phase, and it was either one -maybe two- orgasms right now and then studying for the rest of the night, or a really bad grade on Monday morning.

Your breath was uneven, your hand between your spread thighs as you lay on your back, drawing circles on your swollen clit. Your other hand covered your mouth, suppressing every little whimper that threatened to escape.

You were so close, but also so far. You couldn’t fully let yourself go, you were too aware of the loud music downstairs, your sister’s friends laughing, noises in the hallway. Was someone in the bathroom? Your cat? Maybe just the wind. Whatever it was, you couldn’t stop focusing on it. Your movements slowed, circling your clit more lazily, feeling your release slipping away.

You didn’t stop, though. The friction was slow, but you needed it. Stopping now would be too much of a torture.

Then a knock, followed by your door abruptly opening, startling you.

“Hey, hum… sorry to bother you, but your sister sent me to—”

She froze. Her brown eyes moved from your wide-open gaze to your hand between your spread thighs, barely hiding you. Her gaze snapped back up to your face, eyes widening as she gasped before quickly shutting the door again.

You were doomed. Sophia Laforteza, your sister’s best friend had just seen you jerking off.

Fuck Sophia.

Sophia ran downstairs, your image still stuck in her mind. Ignoring your sister’s concerned stare, she sat down on the couch and quickly drank her Diet Coke. Her friends were still in the middle of a tense poker game. Your sister was filling up another bowl of chips next to them, arguing with Manon, who kept hiding cards in her bra.

Sophia rubbed her sweaty hands on her bare thighs and crossed her legs, trying to hide her panties well exposed because of her mini skirt -or maybe to ease the ache between her thighs, she wasn’t really sure.-

“Sophia! Where are the tokens?” Dani snapped.

“She didn’t give them to you?” your sister asked, frowning.

Sophia startled at the mention of you and crossed her legs more tightly. She didn’t know how to respond she was terrified of saying something stupid like : “I just saw your sister touching herself and now I can’t stop thinking about it.”

Instead, she focused on your sister, her best friend since high school. Someone she considered as family -which was a big turn off by the way.-

“I didn’t dare knock. I think she was on the phone.”

Your sister rolled her eyes and tossed the empty chip bag into the bin.

“She’s nobody girl. You could’ve just gone in without knocking. Who cares?”

“You’re such a cunt.” Lara said while counting her tokens.

“Yeah, you’re such a bitch” Sophia added, trying to regain composure.

“Whatever.” Your sister said, rolling her eyes once again. “Just go upstairs, knock if you prefer, and ask her where she put the damn poker box.”

“Why—why me?!” Sophia managed to ask, half choking on her own thoughts.

“Because you refused to play. You’ve just been sitting there scrolling on your phone. Just go upstairs bitch” Manon replied.

They all started complaining about how they couldn’t leave because Manon was cheating, or because Sophia was too lazy. She sighed and finally went upstairs to your room.

It took her two full minutes before knocking. This time, she waited.

“Yes!” you called.

“A-Are you sure?” she asked.

“Sophia, just come in” you snapped.

Slowly, she pressed the handle and stepped inside, leaving the door slightly open, like she needed an escape route.

“Hey…” she said, her back against the door, hand still on the handle.

You frowned, rolling your eyes. You were sitting on your bed in just a tank top and shorts, your books open in front of you.

“What do you need?”

“First—I’m sorry for… you know. I should’ve waited and—”

“Sophia, just tell me what you want!” you cut her off. You were clearly pissed.

“Emma said you have the tokens. For poker… we’re missing some…” she muttered.

You just sarcastically giggled, so you went through one of the biggest humiliations of your life, you didn't get your orgasm, you will probably not be able to study, just for stupid tokens that you didn’t even have ?!

"Fuck Emma. I don't have shit. And tell you little friends to keep it shut"

Your glaze went back to a friend's note that you were trying to decrypt. You didn't pay attention to Sophia for several seconds but you knew that she was still there, staring at you. You were resolved to ignore her until she decided to leave but after another minute you loudly sighed slamming down the piece of paper.

"What now ?!"

She looked just as pissed as you. And it kinda threw you off. Sophia wasn’t to type to get angry, she was soft, funny, sometimes shy. She was never pissed.

"You know it's not their fault if you didn't had your stupid orgasm. Don't talk about my friends like that"

You smirked sarcastically feeling your cheeks blushing with embarrassment.

"Oh yeah? And if it's not their fault whose is it? Mine? Because I don't think so."

"Actually it's mine, because as I said when I tried to be cool, I should've knock and wait for an answer. Which I did not, and I'm sorry for that. So shut up and just try again another time"

You rolled your eyes and muttering inaudible curses.

"Just get out"

She finally listened, ready to get out, but she mumbled something you definitely heard.

"It's not my fault you can’t make yourself come"

Before you could think, you threw a plushie at her. It hit the back of her head. She turned slowly, glasses crooked, glare full of anger.

“You’re such a cunt!” she snapped, throwing an empty Red Bull can back at you.

You dodged it, eyes wide at her audacity. You grabbed another plushie, but before you could throw it, she rushed toward you. The plush hit the door as she tackled you onto the bed, grabbing your wrists.

“Why are you acting like a child?” she said.

You struggled, trying to kick her off, but she sat on your lap to pin you down.

“Get off me!”

“You’ll throw something again. I don’t trust you. It’s not my fault you’re bad at this.”

You opened your mouth, offended.

“As if you’re any better!”

“I bet I am.”

In the struggle, her glasses fell onto your chest. Her eyes followed and stopped. Your nipples were visible through your tank top. Her gaze slowly lifted back to yours.

“I bet you’re not” you murmured.

Was it a tease? Sounded like one. Sophia didn’t really know. You didn’t either. But you knew about the ache between your thighs from the moment she sat on top of you. You knew the heat of her thighs against yours, her hands tight around your wrists, her flushed cheeks, her pink lips. You wondered if her nipples were just as pink -you didn’t know that-. Not yet.

Sophia pinned your wrists with one hand, the other slowly reaching down to grab her glasses, her gaze still lost on your chest. It was just too good to see her helpless. You started wonder. With a strap stretching her, would she be as quiet as she always was?

You shifted your legs slightly, instinctively searching for friction.

“What are you doing?” she murmured, her hand resting against her chest, still holding her glasses. She was shaking. Shaking for you.

"I don't know" you replied quietly, teasing.

Sophia slowly lifted her hips, adjusting her position so she was sitting on one of your thighs. The second she did, you felt it, how wet she was through her panties.

“What are you doing?” you asked.

“I don’t know” she whispered.

Then she started moving. Slowly at first, grinding against your thigh, letting out soft whimpers. She still didn’t let go of your wrists. But she will -you knew that too.-

You let out a breathy moan.

“Sophia, that’s kind of unfair… I’m the one who didn’t get to come.” You tried to retake your stolen power.

“You… attacked me. You have to make up for it” she managed between uneven breaths.

“Then let me go,” you said, trying to free your hands. “So I can properly apologize.”

She looked at you, eyes dark with something new, lust. Slowly she released your wrists. She shouldn’t have, you were not the type to apologize. You’ll make sure to show her.

You immediately took her glasses from her hand and tossed them somewhere onto the bed. Your hands went straight to her hips, guiding her movements.

Sophia moaned louder this time.

“I need more…” she breathed.

You needed more too, you didn't get any in fact and you were desperate for some. You were slowly caressing her hips looking for more a little higher. You went inside her shirt unclasping her bra before pulling it off completely followed by her shirt. The fabric felt beside you, revealing her bare tits.

You exhaled slowly, watching her, needy, restless, still grinding against you. Your hands trembled slightly as you touched her, you were so horny, you squeezed her tits. Her reactions didn’t help at all.

“Sophia… if you don’t stop moving right now, I’m throwing you out.” You whispered.

She froze instantly, panting.

You closed your eyes for a second, trying to steady yourself, you were thinking about how to ruin her without ruining yourself in the way. Until you felt her move again.

Your hands snapped back to her hips, forcing her still. The sudden contact of her pussy and your skin made her let out a loud moan.

“Don’t.”

The girl buried her face in your neck, mumbling incoherently. Her legs were trembling now.

“What are you waiting for?” she whispered, voice shaking.

“You don’t get to tell me how to apologize” you replied.

Your legs locked around her waist as you grabbed her shoulders and in one quick movement, you flipped her onto the mattress, taking her place above her.

“I decide. You take it” you murmured against her ear.

Slowly, you dragged your tongue along her skin starting at her neck, moving down to her chest, leaving bites, kisses, marks. Her nipples -pink, just like you imagined- were stupidly hard. Tempting. You hesitated for a second before teasing them with your fingers instead of your mouth.

“Fuck—!” Sophia choked. “You’re… not apologizing…”

You lifted your head, meeting her gaze, a smirk on your lips.

“You think so?”

She nodded, her hair messy and her cheeks as pink as her nipples. Your hand slid down her body, finding her pussy. She spread her legs so quickly that you couldn’t even help your giggle. She was pathetic.

You rubbed her clit through her panties, your other hand went on her lips, thumbing them. You forced the enter slamming your thumb on her soft tongue.

“There you go Sophia” You said, lifting her legs onto your shoulder, holding them in place.

She was so obscene, pussy fully exposed, tongue out as she was willingly licking your thumb. Her skin, her lips, her tongue were burning, she even thought she was about to explode. You smirked, pressing devilishly your finger into her tongue causing her whimper.

“Tell me pretty, how many do you want?”

Sophia was so desperate. She could’ve have scream “Put them all in”. But she didn’t. First because she couldn’t talk, then because ten fingers in her hole would have killed her.

“Oh you can’t talk?” You said faking your concern. Sophia exhaled a song supposed to be a “Yes”.

“Damn… That’s quite unfortunate…” You said ironically. “I cannot do anything if you don’t give me full consent pretty. I might just stop here…”

Her eyes widened immediately, her head shaking desperately. Oh it was just too good. Seeing her so needy, so eager beneath you was worth the little shame you went through 10min earlier. You bite your lips preventing you to laugh hysterically.

“What should we do then. What should I do without your words.” You deserved every Oscar for this performance.

She grabbed your wrist, trying to pull you away.

“Uh-Uh. If you want it out, be good”

She whimpered almost crying. Her hands still around your wrist she started to suck the shit out of your thumb, nasty song emerging from her mouth mixed with her voice. What was she trying to say ? You didn’t know, but she was so messy that you wanted to drop your little teasing just to fuck her senseless.

“That’s it pretty. You’re doing good. What if you just don’t suck all the fingers you want in?” You purred finally giving her a solution.

Eagerly, she opened her mouth sucking three of your fingers. You raised an eyebrow with a smirk. Three uh ?

“Greedy, aren’t you?” You pulled your hand away.

“Fuck you.” Sophia panted.

“We’re working on it” You replied with a chuckle.

Your wet fingers moved back down, sliding her panties aside. You gathered her wetness, bringing your fingers to your mouth to taste it. You kept eye contact, swirling your tongue around your fingers.

“You taste divine, you know that baby ?” You asked, licking your lips.

Sophia whimpered loudly at your teasing -and at your contact with her cunt- she was so sensitive.

“Please…” She chocked swaying her legs on your shoulder, still held firmly in place. The begging, her taste, her fucking face. You completely lost it. Squeezing even more firmly her legs with one arm, you pushed three fingers in her inside her without warning.

And then it happened. She came. One thrust, one, very loud moan, three fingers, just like that, Sophia came. Her walls tightened around your fingers as they never wanted to let you go.

Sophia was just one step away from making you go insane.

“Did you just cum?” You murmured, surprised.

She was out of breath, her eye glassy, her hands gripping the sheets.

“It’s not…” She tried. “You—” you cut her off with another thrust. She lost it, her eyes rolled back, her head falling back, her back arching into your hand.

“You’re such a slut Sophia. I don’t think you deserve anything from me.” You said thrusting your fingers more and more and more inside her hole. She was so tight, her first orgasm wasn’t even finished, her clit was pulsing. Her legs trembled in your grip.

“It’s your—” Another thrust “—Fault” Sophia cried.

She was in so much pain and in so much pleasure at the same time. She felt as if your long fingers were stretching the shit out of her, your words were so degrading. Tears formed in her eyes. She felt her heart racing so fast that she was scared to have a heart attack.

You leaned forward, your head brushing against her ankles as you kept her pinned, controlling every movement. Each thrust made her gasp, her body reacting uncontrollably.

You didn’t keep a rhythm—you didn’t want to. You wanted her to feel every second, every change, every pause. There were even times where you wouldn’t move, you would just stared at your beautiful work, watching Sophia going completely dumb as she muttered how she wanted you to fuck her every single day.

Sophia bite desperately her lips to blood, keeping her from screaming your name. You grinned, kissing her ankles, gripping her thighs.

And you weren’t quiet either, no, you wanted to make her go fucking crazy. When she was too focused on your fingers, you kissed her ankles and stroked her legs, when she was lost in this sensation, you threatened her to stop everything if she didn’t tell you how she felt.

“I— I just need you… please. Please don’t stop… I’m sorry…”

“Mmh look at how slutty you are… That’s a shame don’t you think ?” You smirked.

She couldn’t answer, she didn’t know where to put her attention. She couldn’t focus anymore. Her vision blurred, she felt like she was fanting.

“Sophia.” You said sharply. “If you keep trying to move your legs I swear I’m gonna tie you to my bed and make you watch me fucking myself dumb instead. And imma do it naked, on your laps”

Her walls tightened again and you chuckled as you dropped quickly her legs just to slap her hips.

“Is it something you would like? Watching me taking every inch of a plastic cock. Watching me as I make a mess in your laps, I would moan, spread my legs so you can see me, if you’re good, I might let you clean me after my third orgasm okay? You would like it don’t you stupid whore? You would like drink my juice until the very last drop like the slut you are. Right?”

Her second orgasm was the answer. Apparently yes, Sophia would love to be your little toy. Her body went completely still.

“Sophia ?” Your sister’s voice cut you off.

Damn. It’s been almost fifteen minutes and Sophia still hadn’t come back with the tokens.

You dropped her legs, moving out of your bed. The problem was that Sophia didn’t move a single finger. Not at all. She was still panting, completely lost euphoria. She was looking at the ceiling, her hands still holding the sheets but not as tightly as before. Sophia was topless, her skirt was tucked completely disheveled. Her lips were swollen, her eyes wet, we’re not even gonna talk about her hair.

Completely gone. And you could hear your sister coming up the stairs. Yeah…