john logan has a clingy, overdramatic girlfriend . ♡
“hi baby,” logan mutters softly when he enters his room, two steaming mugs of tea in hand. his hair is a little messy from the nap you two just took, but he looks so warm, his upper body the perfect balance between soft and protective. “you’re awake.”
“hm.” is all you let out, turning on your side, away from logan. you’re perfectly comfortable under the sheets, your head dipping into the soft feathers of your boyfriend’s pillow.
you were sleeping so soundly, but the absence of your boyfriend’s warm arms around you stirred you awake. why the hell would he leave you alone? you felt so relaxed with his hands lightly caressing your stomach as you slept.
however, being a brat to logan has no effect on him at all. he’s got inexplicable amounts of love for you, beyond understanding. he wouldn’t be able to take your brattiness to heart.
“got us some tea,” he places both mugs on his nightstand before slipping under the duvet. “your favourite.”
he notices the cute scowl on your face when he bows over your head to kiss your forehead. you have a tendency for dramatics when you just woke up from a nap. “what’s wrong, baby?”
you turn your face toward logan, the little dip in your forehead, the corners of your mouth slightly turned down. he knows exactly that a little softness and sweetness can turn your frown upside down.
“why did you leave me alone?” you grumble out while pressing your face into his side, the fresh laundry-smell wafting off of his hoodie and filling your nostrils. “don’t like it when you leave.”
your soft face glued to him makes logan melt. “d’awhh,” he laughs, soothingly carding his fingers through your hair. “i’m sorry, my baby. didn’t mean to upset you.”
“i mean— do you even love me?”
logan freezes. “oh honey, don’t say those things,” he says, pulling your body in his hold as he readjusts the duvet over your bodies. “don’t break my heart.”
you cast your eyes down. partly out of embarrassment, partly because you get jittery with logan so close to you. “you know i love you, baby.” logan says softly.
he kisses your lips once. he waits patiently until you're able to look at him, cheek resting in the column of his neck as you make yourself comfortable in his warm embrace.
“now, will you drink your tea with me?”
you do. you two end up watching your tv series in bed with burning fingertips. you lean against logan’s bicep as you sip your hot drink, sleep ready to take you under again.
★ streamer!jo makes you fuck him reverse cowgirl after you blamed him for not giving you attention
his stream is still rolling, the chat flying by in a blur of emotes and questions he barely glances at anymore.
satoru’s leaned back in his gaming chair, legs spread wide, headset snug over his white hair, mic picking up every low laugh he lets out while he queues into another round with the guys. the screen in front of him glows with bright colors and kill feeds, but his real focus is lower, right where you’re straddling him backwards, skirt flipped up around your waist, panties long gone.
“dude,” someone pings in.
“yeah, i’m here,” he murmurs into the mic, voice calm and easy like nothing’s happening, thumb brushing over the controller. “sorry about the lag earlier, my bad.”
you bite your lip hard to keep quiet, knees digging into the cushion on either side of his thighs.
he’s already inside you, thick and warm and so deep it makes your head spin every time you shift. he had pulled you onto him the second you started whining about how he never pays attention anymore, eyes half-lidded. “ride me then,” he’d said, simple as that, camera off but everything else still live. “show me how bad you need it while i finish this game.”
your hands grip the edge of the desk for balance, trying not to make the chair creak too loud.
every little roll of your hips sinks him deeper, the slow drag pulling soft, wet sounds that only you can hear. satoru’s free hand rests on your ass, fingers spread, guiding you just enough to keep the rhythm lazy and torturous. not fast, not rough but enough to make your thighs tremble.
“bro, you’re cracked today,” one of his friends laughs through the headset, probably thinking satoru’s tired.
satoru chuckles, the vibration running straight through his chest and into you. fuck.
“must be the vibes,” he answers, voice smooth, thumb pressing a little firmer against your skin as he makes you take another inch. you clench around him without meaning to and he exhales through his nose, quiet enough that the mic probably doesn’t catch it. probably.
“y’all seem to play weak tonight,” satoru responds.
you glance over your shoulder at him. his eyes are on the screen, lips parted just a fraction, but the way his fingers dig into your hip tells you he’s feeling every single flutter. he gives a tiny thrust up when you least expect it, just enough to bump against that spot that makes your mouth fall open in a silent gasp.
“keep going, baby,” he mouths, no sound, only the shape of the words while his teammate rambles about some play.
his hand slides around to your front, fingertips barely grazing where you’re stretched around him, teasing without giving you the friction you’re aching for. “nice and slow. let me feel you.”
your breath comes shaky, chest tight as you rock back onto him again, the angle letting him press so deep it borders on too much. the chat keeps popping off on the monitor, none of them knowing their favorite streamer is buried inside you, letting you use him while he casually calls shots with the boys. the contrast makes your stomach twist in the best way.
satoru leans forward a little, pretending to adjust something on his setup, and the shift pushes him even further.
you have to press your face into your arm to muffle the whimper that tries to slip out. and satoru notices, of course he does. that fuck-ass smug little huff of air leaves him as he settles back, palm smoothing over your spine like he’s soothing you.
“you good over there?” his friend asks.
“yeah,” satoru replies, voice perfectly steady even as he gives another lazy roll of his hips that has you seeing stars. “think imma need to sign out tonight, i’m not feeling well, chat.”
he keeps you like that for the rest of the round, making you ride him reverse, slow and deliberate, every movement dragging pleasure through you while he talks and laughs and plays like it’s nothing. when the game ends and he finally mutes for a second, he leans in close, lips brushing the shell of your ear.
“blame me for not giving you attention again,” he whispers, breath hot, “and next time the camera stays on.”
discovering streamer!satoru au.. whew y’all will hate to see me coming now
ⓘ instructions; log into twitter & click on the p! links
. . . . ⇢ ˗ ˏˋ 𐔌՞. .՞𐦯 dni if you’re uncomfortable. ࿐ྂ
𑣲 ENJIN -
it’s so big & long! ⸝⸝ how he sounds in bed ⸝⸝ oops! he’s underneath you.. ⸝⸝ what he sends you while you’re away— ⸝⸝ just put it in already! ⸝⸝ he’s devouring you completely ⸝⸝ take it like a good girl .. ⸝⸝ missionary like always ⸝⸝ “lift your skirt for me.” ⸝⸝ taking your punishment like a good girl ⸝⸝ he misses you so much
𑣲 TAMSY CAINES -
frat! boy tamsy linking up with your emo self. ⸝⸝ he loves to tease you ⸝⸝ he fingers you so good ⸝⸝ slow & steady just like that ⸝⸝ loves fucking your throat! ⸝⸝ fucking you in the lingerie he loves.’ ⸝⸝ how he sounds in bed ⸝⸝ pink lights & backshots ⸝⸝ close up of his cum leaking out of you.. ⸝⸝ jumping like a bunny!
𑣲 ZANKA NIJIKU (AGED UP 20+) -
it’s getting sticky! ⸝⸝ emo! zanka fingering you in-front of your plushies! ⸝⸝ “just like that,” ⸝⸝ riding it so good ⸝⸝ the forgotten movie ⸝⸝ aw he’s helping you ride it! ⸝⸝ he loves the view ⸝⸝ how he sounds in the bed ⸝⸝ so oiled up! ⸝⸝ “don’t move until i say so” ⸝⸝ he loves eating you ⸝⸝ stole enjin’s car for this..
𑣲 CORVUS ARKHA -
ugh too much squirt ⸝⸝ what a pretty view ⸝⸝ it can’t fit! ⸝⸝ tummy bulge ⸝⸝ ride it like a good girl! ⸝⸝ “just like that love,” ⸝⸝ what he sends you while you’re away :(⸝⸝ he’s so rough! ⸝⸝ taking him so good ⸝⸝ fucking in the shower eheh ⸝⸝ he loves to pleasure you ⸝⸝ what you send him while he’s away!
𑣲 AUGUST STILZA -
fucking you in the lingerie he made you ⸝⸝ ugh he loves fucking you like this ⸝⸝ “you so pretty mamas,” ⸝⸝ loves when you’re breathless ⸝⸝ trying something new .. ⸝⸝ you love to overstimulate him! ⸝⸝ he made you lay on the teddybear while he fucks you ⸝⸝ best bj ever! ⸝⸝ teasing you through ur panties! ⸝⸝ “doing so good baby,”
𑣲 GRIS RUBION -
he’s so rough & mean!!.. ⸝⸝ gosh even if he’s mean, you still love it ⸝⸝ “stay still sweetheart,” ⸝⸝ he feels so good ⸝⸝ the belly bulges ⸝⸝ helping him stroke it ⸝⸝ rubbing & grinding on him ⸝⸝ shoving a pillow up your face & fingering you ⸝⸝ quickie in the headquarters lounge! ⸝⸝ what he sends you while you’re gone
𑣲 FOLLO TUNITO -
“you like this, my love?” ⸝⸝ how he sounds in bed ⸝⸝ he punished you for being bratty all day! ⸝⸝ morning quickies ⸝⸝ teasing him hehe ⸝⸝ “you like it slow?” ⸝⸝ dressing for him so adorably, so he decided to eat you out ⸝⸝ he loves using his fingers on you” ⸝⸝ using both holes!? ⸝⸝ you love to edge him as a punishment
𑣲 ZODYL TYPHON -
he’s so big oh lordd ⸝⸝ “you’re so pretty for me,” ⸝⸝ taking your punishment so good ⸝⸝ “come sit on it,” ⸝⸝ what he sends you while you’re pleasuring yourself ⸝⸝ each other’s sneaky links! ⸝⸝ shh you gotta be quiet ⸝⸝ the type of videos he sends you ⸝⸝ what you send him while being in his car ⸝⸝ how he sounds in bed
𑣲 JABBER WONGER -
loves using your mouth & throat ⸝⸝ “you love my dick ma?” ⸝⸝ ugh he’s so rough with you ⸝⸝ bully! jabber fucking you in his room ⸝⸝ creamie pie! ⸝⸝ ugh he’s such a tease ⸝⸝ taking zanka & jabber at the same damn time!? ⸝⸝ how he sounds in bed ⸝⸝ “just like that mama, fuckkk.. use your teeth,” ⸝⸝ taking him like a good girl!
౨ৎ — after you let it slip that the vibrator you just bought can’t get you off, bsf satoru gojo is more than happy to help || MDNI, smut. 1.6K words
inspo from this post by @blkkizzat. love her sexy brain.
there’s nothing quite as thrilling as having the man you told your exes not to worry about perched right between your legs.
you lie on your bed, naked from the waist down while your best friend sits fully clothed and examines your vibrator like he wishes he had a microscope to give him a better look.
he moves it from one hand to the next, the very picture of indifference when he switches it on.
satoru shakes his head when the toy quickly spurs to life and fills the room with it’s constant hum, “there’s no way wanted to throw this away,” he starts “seems perfectly fine to me.”
your eyes narrow the tiniest bit.
“well, you're not the one who has to use it.” you grouse defensively.
and maybe you were a little more pent up than you thought, because the image of him doing just that starts to take shape. the man practically lives in sweats, so you’ve caught the print of his dick more times than you’d ever care to admit.
and in your mind’s eye, you can picture him rubbing the vibrator against his tip then all the down the thick veiny length. white lashes fluttering and neck muscles bulging as the vibrations made him twitch in need—
cerulean eyes flicker to yours, and satoru smiles like he knows exactly what you're thinking. slow, full of teeth and boyishly sexy.
“you’re totally thinking about me using it, aren’t you?”
you forcibly expel the image away with a shake of your head.
“you wish,” you smack his arm a little too hard, and it has him groaning between a chuckle. ignoring the flush in your cheeks, you raise an eyebrow at him, “i still can't believe you offered to do this by the way.”
“i can’t believe you agreed,” he quips just as quickly and well…fair enough. because you couldn’t either.
satoru readjusts so he’s on his knees and dips his head, his eyes following the length of your body until they land right between your legs.
you watch them dilate until only a thin ring of blue remains, and the longer he stares, the more heat rushes south. cool air feathers over your cunt and the achy tease of it, coupled with the weight of his rapt attention, have your legs trying to close again.
satoru doesn't let you get far though. he grumbles his disapproval, freehand spanning over the plush flesh of your thigh and spreading you open again.
“don’t go shy on me now.”
your hips shift a little. “you’re staring.”
he huffs out a laugh, hand spasming over soft skin, “can you blame me?” he asks with a good helping of reverence and not a lick of denial in the question.
his eyes never stray away and fuck, you don’t even think he’s blinking.
“almost want to take my time with how pretty she is,” his chest rises with a deep inhale, like he’s trying to breathe you in. “wet too.”
one look at your face lets him know that you would walk out if he tried, and he has to stifle a grin.
“maybe next time,” he decides, and when he sees you about to tell him there won't be a “next time”, he lifts the vibrator and presses the tip of it against your clit.
and for someone who claimed it didn’t work, the effect it has on you is intense. your breath hitches, body bucking up, and he groans at the sight of your tits bouncing under your shirt.
he nearly dropped to his knees in anguish when you refused to take it off, but the way your nipples stiffen under the fabric almost makes it worth it.
“oh shit,” the moan draws his attention away from your chest, and he tucks his bottom lip between his teeth at the fucked-out look on your face.
satoru drags the silicone toy along your slit, and while glittery wetness immediately drenches it, it’s not nearly enough.
so he rears back and draws his cheeks in. when his lips part, a fat blob of spit splatters onto your clit. your hips pitch and the mess drips all the way down to your ass.
satoru watches your head roll against your pillow. hair splaying out messily and eyes a little too glassy, “toru,”
“too pretty for your own good, ” he husks quietly. as if it was only meant for his ears.
he presses himself against your thigh. cock thick and hard as it strains under his jeans, and you clench around nothing. suddenly painfully empty.
with how easy it is for satoru to map your reactions, someone would think this wasn’t the first time the two of you were doing this. it's like he can sense what you need long before you do. so, when your lips part to beg him for something your mind can barely string together, he's already nudging the vibrator against your entrance and slowly pushing it inside.
he pumps it in and out of you in deep, teasingly slow strokes that make it impossible to bite back your moans.
they sound embarrassing to your ears. all too high some moments and wavering into soundless gasps in others, but satoru clearly doesn't share the sentiment. he grinds his cock against your thigh harder, and it pulses with each sound that pours out your mouth. he feels them wash over his back and light up the base of his spine in a white-hot beam.
“you’re so fucking hot,” the vibrator is turned up a couple notches, and you freeze when you feel it.
you’re close.
a broken gasp escapes, then you react how you always do.
you run from it.
panicked and restless when your hips shift back and each pulse has you squirming.
you only get far enough to make an inch of the dildo slip out before a hand curls around your waist and holds you in place.
“where are you going?” gojo tilts his head at you and you think his eyes are the brightest you’ve ever seen them.
slowly, something clicks into place behind them, and a huff of laughter bubbles out.
“wait…don’t tell me you're a runner,” he's so tickled you're tempted to hit him again. but it's impossible to do anything but jerk when he plunges the toy to the hilt again. “well shit, baby, no wonder you thought it was broken.”
his eyes crinkle at the corners, and you would’ve found his wide grin cute if he didn't turn up the intensity all the way up.
he lets the toy buzz inside of you and when you recoil, both hands grip your hips and swiftly tug you back.
“nuh uh, we can’t have you running away when you’re so close.”
“f-fuck, i can’t,” you whine. head shaking from side to side, and he coos.
“of course you can, pretty,” satoru drapes his body over yours, one burly thigh snug between your legs to keep the toy in place. and to keep grinding against your soft thighs.
“you’re doing so much better already,” he murmurs quietly, hips already moving against you. “just need me to hold you down and make you take it, hm?”
he phrases that like a question but slants his lips over yours to muffle your answer. satoru groans into your mouth, tongue swirling around yours and teeth sinking into your bottom lip.
your fingers twist into the sheets, clutching at them as if they would ground you. it proves useless because the filth coming out satoru’s mouth is clearly trying to leave you wrecked by the end of this.
“god, the sounds you make around fake cock,” he grunts against your jaw, hips shuttering for a moment before rutting harder. “should’ve—shit—just offered you the real thing.”
arousal pools around the vibrator to drip down onto the sheets below and it takes everything to keep your eyes from rolling backwards.
“oh my god,” you whimper, and licks up the seam of your lips.
“be a good girl and stop holding back. let yourself feel it,” your hips roll upwards and his chest rumbles with a sound that doesn’t even sound human anymore. “yeah, there you go, fuck yourself on it.”
he was delirious. blabbering almost as much as you were, but at least he was halfway coherent. your limbs seal around him. legs coiling tight around his trim waist and hands sneaking under his shirt to scratch at his back.
your nails must dig in a little too deeply because a hiss is punctured against your lips. you draw back, scared you hurt him, and he shakes his head.
“do it again,” he pleads. palming your clothed tit. “like you mean it this time.”
a shocked huff leaves you, “jesus, you’re insane.”
the unhinged laugh that echoes through your room only proves your point, but you oblige. your nails rake over his muscled back, and the sound he makes makes your clit pulse.
“oh, c’mon baby harder,” you cut into skin, and he chokes. “ah—fuck yes!”
satoru doesn’t bother holding himself up anymore. he just lets all his weight bear down on you, basically trapping you under him.
he drops his head to the swell of your breast, and your back bows when he latches onto your nipple through your shirt, sucking it into his mouth and wetting the fabric.
“cum for me,” he hums against the peak when you tense under him.
you have a brief moment of panic when your breath gets stuck somewhere in your chest. it wracks with a broken sob, and even when you go limp with your release, the vibrations between your legs don’t stop.
satoru shudders not long after you. moaning between your breasts while his cum makes a mess of his briefs. it spurts onto material in thick pulses and you swear you feel it on your skin. warm, sticky and sleek.
he stays on you for a second longer, then lifts himself onto his elbows so he doesn’t accidentally smother you.
it’s only when he slides the vibrator out that air returns to your lungs. tension leaves your body and your spine loosens again.
your eyes flit over to him and they bulge when you see him raise the toy to his mouth. glossy lips wrapping around the silicone, as he sucks your arousal and cum off of it.
the slurping noise he makes while he keeps his eyes on yours has liquid heat building up in your belly again, so intense it’s like you didn’t cum seconds ago. he releases it from his mouth with a pop and grins widely.
“see? works perfectly.”
you had a total psycho for a best friend, and whatever craze that infected him had to be spreading. because when he parts your legs again, murmuring something about making you squirt with round two…
note: hi this is a scheduled post. period cramps currently have me on my ass but i’ll be back online as soon as i can. lmk if you saw any errors okay? okay.
ps: @/rambld see what other best friends are doing? lock in.
Convincing Pervy roommate!Choso it’s not cheating if it’s over the clothes
“Are you sure?” he asks, whispering. Of course he’s whispering; his ‘girlfriend’ is sleeping right beside you two — a twisted sleepover nightmare.
Tucked under the covers, you two shuffle together tight. He’s got something fat, heavy, and burning between your thighs. It’s slowly but surely rubbing right up against your clothed cunt, dragging out quiet squelchessss. “Yeah, Cho. It’s a rule; it’s only -mm- cheating if it’s s-skin to skin.”
“Okay. That’s -ngh oh fuck- good.” Choso’s hips are furiously rutting against you, nudging your throbbing clit through your panties. You’re driving him absolutely crazy. He can feel the wet mark at your gusset on his skin, just as you can feel the wet streak his leaking pre is leaving on your inner thighs. He sucks in a loud breath behind you.
“Shush,” you scold, “you don’t want to wake your girlfriend.”
“Who?” he asks, absentmindedly.
“Your girlfriend,” you remind him. Rolling your eyes, you twist under your blanket and come face to face with him before you shove him onto his back. You straddle his hips, grinding your cunt onto the length of his bare cock. And as he groans, a finger tilts his head to the side.
His new girlfriend’s fast asleep, drooling on the pillows. She’d invited herself over for your weekly tradition of having a sleepover in the living room, partly due to her desire to hang out with him, and partly because she didn’t feel comfortable with you two sleeping beside each other. Which is good intuition — these sleepovers usually start, consist of, and end with him licking your cunt to back-to-back orgasms as a movie plays in the background.
“Oh, Choso. We’re not cheaters, are we?” you murmur. He shakes his head whilst moving your hips over his cock, particularly over his pretty, pink cockhead. “No, of course not. We’re not cheating now. And we won’t cheat ever. So, let’s make this easier for ourselves. You go and break up with her tomorrow morning and we can keep doing this without hiding, ‘kay?”
Choso furrows his brows. “Break up with who?”
You groan. “Your girlfriend!”
“Oh.” There’s nothing better than holding you. Nothing better than feeling your puffy pussy lips part for him, your heartbeat thrumming through your clit, and the softness of your thighs squeezing his cum out in steady drops. So if having no girlfriend means more of this, then that’s perfect.
Still moving you back and forth on his cock, he leans over to the side and shakes the woman. She wakes with a jolt. “Oh, my god. W-what’s happening?” she asks, tearing up.
Choso palms your tits through your thin tank top, tweaking your nipples as he licks his lips. He’s not even looking at her. No, he’s far too fixated on the growing see-through spot of your panties, which the dull light from the TV is making clear to his beady eyes.
“We’re over. Night.”
She scrambles up from the floor, disbelieving. In a hurry, she gets to the door and opens the thing, letting in light. When she looks back, you’re both illuminated and still unashamedly, relentlessly, grinding against each other. The last things she sees are the spurts of his orgasm painting his chest white and your victorious smile.
He fucks you like he hates you, having you bent over in doggy. your lovers large hand gripping your hip while the other presses down on your back, deepening your arch to the point you KNOW you’ll be hurting tomorrow. His gaze locked in on where you two are connected, groaning when he sees the white ring forming around the base of his cock. He’s already ripped four orgasms out of you, knowing he won’t stop until you’re a trembling, mumbling mess. Once he’s got you how he wants you, he’ll wrap his arm under you, rolling and pinching your clit between his fingers, letting out a chuckle when you cry out, right before squirting all over his hand and the sheets below you…
Calling your ex is always a bad idea, right? Gachiakuta Men x Drunk!Fem!Reader (Enjin, Follo, Tamsy, Gris) SFW
Enjin
After what felt like weeks, you had finally rearranged your thoughts and feelings for Enjin. The breakup happened simply because of the little time you spent together. Enjin was always working with his team and you with yours; even though you sometimes worked together, it wasn’t the same.
Now, it wasn’t you talking...it was the alcohol.
"Enjiiiiin... love," you said. The room was spinning, and you couldn't stay upright.
"Eh? Where is this coming from?" Enjin answered from the other side of the choker, his voice sounding higher pitched than usual.
"Where are you?" You kicked the floor; you had been looking for him for hours, but he never came near you. "I miss you." A pout formed on your lips, and a laugh erupted from behind you.
"I’ve been by your side the whole time. Why are you using the choker when you could have just turned around?"
Enjin took you by the waist and helped you sit down. The noise of other conversations flooded the room; it was clear you weren't good at drinking.
"Enjiiiiin," you sang again, pulling one of his sleeves toward you. He leaned in slightly, your noses brushing softly.
"Princess, don't do anything you might regret tomorrow."
Follo
"Look at him," you blurted out. "Feeling so happy after breaking up with me."
Tomme almost choked on her drink after your confession. The beer foam nearly overflowed the mug because you hadn't noticed how much you were pouring yourself.
"But you broke up with Follo," she pointed out.
"That doesn't give him the right to flirt with another girl!" You pouted, and she just laughed.
"Flirting? Girl, he’s just talking to Gris."
What Tomme said was true; Follo was only talking to his mentor, and you were on the other side of the room burning with jealousy. If you loved him so much, why did you end it? Girly things.
You could feel the alcohol rising to your cheeks. The mission had been a resounding success, and now everyone was celebrating as usual. Food crowded the tables, and alcohol was more than plenty.
You got up from your seat and headed straight for the bathroom, but to get there, you had to cross a hallway that, to your bad luck, wouldn't stop spinning. The path felt endless, and the only thing you could think about was your dear ex-boyfriend, Follo.
Instinctively, you brought your hand to the choker on your neck and called him, just as you did whenever you missed him...or rather, as you used to do when you were together.
"Yes?" His sweet voice sounded even sweeter in your ears.
"Follo," you paused for what felt like two minutes, "I miss you," you whispered.
Before he could answer, you tripped over your own feet and fell flat on your face. The loss of contact with the choker caused his voice to cut out. You just sat there on the spot where you tripped, rubbing your knees and arms.
"Are you okay?" You heard two minutes later. "I heard you scream and I got worried." Follo came running from the other end of the hallway, his large eyes looking at you in a panic. You couldn't say or do anything; seeing those eyes so close again wiped away all the pain. He didn't think twice and helped you up, one hand on your waist and the other holding your hand.
"Let’s go to the infirmary. I’ll help you tend to your wounds and your drunkenness."
Tamsy
You had spent almost the entire night reaching for your choker and pulling away whenever you came to your senses. Your friends had taken you to a dive bar to help you forget your failed relationship with Tamsy, but every time another guy tried to chat with you, you could only think of Tamsy’s angelic eyes and how no one else could imitate the way he looked at you. Although you didn't usually drink, tonight would be different; you had promised to drink until you forgot him, but every sip only made you remember every moment you spent together.
Finally, you had returned to the HQ. The night was at its peak, and every room was plunged into deep darkness. The only thing you could hear was the sound of your feet dragging as you tried to reach your room. You couldn't take it anymore and threw a curse at the ceiling.
"Mmmhh?" was the only sound through the choker. "Do you know what time it is?" Tamsy’s voice was as perfect as ever, even while sleepy.
"Tamsy," you said, slurring your words. "Let’s get back together," you let out all at once. You didn't even think about it, but you could imagine the boy smiling on the other side.
"Is that what you want?" he said in a seductive voice. "Well, what can you do?"
"Can we?" you asked blindly, swallowing hard; the alcohol wasn't helping much.
"If you insist, my angel."
Gris
You could feel Gris’s gaze judging your every move. You didn't have to look at him to know what he was thinking. You weren't even drunk enough for him to be so annoyed.
"I'm fine," you said, setting down the glass of water he was forcing you to drink. "I can balance on one leg if you want," you mocked, but he didn't laugh; he only made the situation more uncomfortable.
"You never drink like this," he stated, pushing the glass toward you again. This time, you finished it.
"I'm not drunk, maybe a little dizzy, that’s all."
"If you're not drunk, why did you call me begging me to come?"
Your face flushed. It was true, why had you called him? You two had broken up a week ago, and now you were crawling back to him.
"Only being this drunk would make you call me. You swore you’d never do it."
His voice sounded dull. You didn't even remember the reason you broke up, but you wanted to feel his strong hands holding you again.
"The choker must be malfunctioning," you managed to say. He looked up and stood from his seat.
"I see. Then maybe I should go."
"No!" You grabbed his hand and forced him to sit back down. You didn't want to look into those hypnotizing blue eyes, but you gathered your courage and did. "To tell you the truth... I miss you."
"Eh?" His eyes shone with such intensity that they took your breath away.
"I didn't even drink tonight. It was an excuse."
A cheap excuse, of course. You were clearly drunk, anyone could see the way your hair was messy and the light flush on your cheeks from the alcohol. Gris burst out laughing and took your hand.
