I Want To Have A Plot Where Ballerina/bad Boy And She Has Very Strict Parents And They Force To Dedicate

"Funny, sometimes I think the same thing." Owen replied with a shrug knowing she wasn't the only one responsible for the way things were.

open | f/m/nb muse | paisley jones, she/her, 39, physics professor connection | anything! could include coworker, gf/bf, ex gf/bf, best friend, fwb, enemies, frenemies, stranger, etc (no taboo pls)

"sometimes i think you must hate me," paisley spoke with a forced chuckle, trying to hide any hurt that was tempted to seep through.

Oh. Oh shit.

Her heart stopped the second she saw the name above the message. That was not meant for him.

Ruby sat up so fast that she nearly knocked her phone out of her hands. Sleepy confusion turned into full-blown horror as she clicked back to the chat, praying she was hallucinating. Nope. There it was. Sent. Delivered. Read.

She slapped a hand over her mouth, as if that would somehow undo the fact that King—her neighbour King—had just seen that.

Her mind raced. Maybe he hadn’t actually looked at it yet? Maybe he’d just seen the notification and ignored it? But no, knowing him, he definitely opened it. Her stomach flipped at the thought.

Okay. Breathe. Fix this. Damage control.

Fingers shaking, she quickly typed out a message:

"OH MY GOD. King, that was NOT for you. I am SO sorry. Please just pretend you never saw that. Or delete it. Or—oh my god, this is humiliating."

She hesitated for half a second before sending it, then groaned, flopping back onto her bed and covering her face with both hands. Of all the people…

truth be told king had always had a thing for her. did he do anything about it? oh, absolutely not. he was the first one to be informed of her useless and irritating male partners she kept and yet he never tossed his hat in the ring. he'd made jokes about it because they had this thing between them, a sort of tension if you will that couldn't entirely be pin pointed. he liked it that way, ad he enjoyed being the one person to wind her up. on this evening in particular he was just about to text her as her light was still on quite early. they'd been neighbours long enough he could catch the glow in the corner of his eye even where he was sprawled out on his bed. it wasn't until his phone pinged and he realised it was her, he was a little surprised. could she read his mind? not really thinking anything of it he clicked on the picture half asleep before he realised the extend of what was on his screen. well. his evening took an interesting turn. @littledaydreamers

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“Oh obviously. It wasn’t planned, a few of the lads from work dragged me out, otherwise you know I would have had you by myside causing mayhem and destruction.” Liam didn’t have it in him to put any more enthusiasm behind his words, if anything it came out as more of a groan. “Wait, you were supposed to have done the shopping yesterday?” His brows furrowed as he attempted to remember only to groan in pain as his head throbbed.

“I mean, that’s what you say but I mean you could have called me.” Becca replied, looking at him, still unimpressed. It didn’t actually bother her he had gone out without her, but it was fun to make him think so. “We’re not talking about what I did or what I didn’t do Liam, we are talking about me needing Fruit Loops, oh and those cute mini marshmallows that you put in my hot chocolate,” Becca stated before placing her bowl on the table and reaching over for the spare pillow that the male had been trying to find.

Kai let his head fall back against the seat, his chest rising and falling in deep, uneven breaths as he kept his hands firm on her hips. His fingers flexed against her sweat-damp skin, like he wasn’t quite ready to let go of the moment, of her.

His dark eyes dragged over her, drinking in the way she looked—thoroughly wrecked and completely undone, all because of him. That thought alone sent a smug satisfaction curling in his chest, but for once, he didn't voice it. Not yet. He just wanted to stay in this moment a little longer.

His thumb brushed absentmindedly over her hipbone, a stark contrast to the bruising grip he had on her minutes ago. She was still straddling him, still catching her breath, still looking like the most tempting thing he’d ever seen.

“Fuck,” he murmured, voice rough. “You’re something else, Pia.”

He smirked, but it wasn’t the usual cocky, teasing expression he usually wore. It was something lazier, more satisfied like he’d just discovered a brand-new way to ruin her and was already considering when he could do it again.

But as the silence stretched between them, he could feel the shift in the air. The reality of what they’d just done settling in. He could see it in the way her expression flickered, the way her fingers twitched like she was debating whether to move away from him or stay.

Kai tilted his head, his grip on her tightening just slightly. “What’s that look for?” His voice was still husky, but there was an edge of curiosity beneath it.

pia wouldn't say she was experienced as such, she had been with a few guys of course she wasn't completely new to being intimate but it tended to be with boyfriends, and those that she had been with for a while before taking that step. she built up that rupport with them and the trust level to move things forward and it was generally with someone she favoured.

with kai, it was a completely different ballgame altogether. ticking something off of her bucket list, she hadn't had sex in the town car before.. plus she didn't exactly LIKE kai and he definitely wasn't her boyfriend or someone she was romantically interested in. he was a hook up, a one night stand, a moment of passion. something she also had never done and yet here she was throwing caution to the damn wind.

his hands on her body made her feel like an absolute wildfire. every inch he touched she craved more. the way in which his voice was so thick with want and need and husk with lust had her dizzy. she enjoyed this magnetism they had between them, this heat that spurred them to this exact moment.

the only problem was it was all very well caught up in a moment, but that eventually had to end. she knew as soon as it did there would be some kind of cocky comment about how he'd got to fuck her and she was practically putty in his hand begging for it. miles away from how she was acting earlier.

when they both reached a peak of mutual satisfaction, pia was ontop of him with one hand on his shoulder and the other steadying her against the leather seat to be able to roll her hips effectively and hard enough to drive them both to their brinks. she had to admit it was good, amazing actually, beyond any passion she'd ever thought she could feel and of course he made her see absolute stars which was something a man had never done for her.

so this was what it was like to feel satisfied? she'd always thought sex was nice, and enjoyable to a point but she always knew there was more to it, that she could feel even better, it was just finding the right guy to get her there.

her breath was ragged, she had a shine of sweat on her forehead and rosy cheeks. her lips were a bitten shade of bright red and her hair was over her shoulders as she panted. she let it sink in for a moment, deciding whether or not she should move just yet.

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“A normal person who thinks students are easy to take advantage of. Which is exactly the way I wanted it remember? You should consider yourself lucky that I called to ask for help, isn’t that enough?” Faye responded with a sigh of exasperation as she pushed away from the counter and walked over to the fridge to grab them both a drink. “It’s not about the room, you know that. it’s about wanting a normal life. I asked my big brother for help not the other side of you.”

Brax resisted the urge to roll his eyes. He was tired of the same old argument. There was no convincing Faye once she’d set her mind on something. It was something he really respected, but in the same breath, it was something that caused him countless amounts of headaches. “I just don’t understand why you’d live like this when you don’t have to. You can still have a normal life, just one with a decent house.” He stated, looking at her for an answer. “Will you at least let me report him?” Brax asked, wanting to do something about the landlord. If she wouldn’t allow him to use violence, this was the next best thing. “And I’m helping. I’m just voicing how I feel while doing so.” He replied, reaching into his toolbox. 

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Astrid felt her heart jump into her throat as she’d walked into the conversation. She almost didn’t want to believe what she’d heard. “Is that true?” she asked him. Her boyfriend wasn’t supposed to lie, right? “Am I a fucking bet?”

Rhiannon stepped onto the patio, her bare feet making no sound against the cool wood. She hadn’t used the door—too many people, too much noise—so the window had seemed like the better option. She paused at his words, tilting her head slightly as if considering them.

“We can't both use it?” she asked softly after a moment. She lowered herself to sit a few feet away, drawing her knees to her chest and wrapping her arms around them. The night air curled around her, cool against her skin, but she didn’t seem to mind.

After a pause, she glanced at him, her gaze calm but unreadable. “You don’t like crowds either.” It wasn’t a question. Just an observation, offered like a pebble dropped into still water to see how it would ripple.

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Kit's back was against the wall, his legs crossed beneath him as he sat out on the patio. He knew coming to this party wasn't the best idea, he'd only been here for an hour before needing to be alone. He'd tried a couple of bedrooms but people eventually came in to use it so he'd opted for the patio just off of the livingroom. His eyes were closed and he was steadying his breaths when he heard someone climb out the window onto the patio with him. "If you need to use this patio please let me know now so I can leave." He said, opening one eye to look at them.

She sat there waiting for her phone to ping with King's reply, and with every passing second, her stomach hurt a little more. Had she scared him off? Ruby nearly jumped out of her skin at the sudden knock on her window.

Her heart lurched in her chest as she whipped around, eyes wide, expecting—well, she wasn’t sure what she was expecting. But it definitely wasn’t King, crouched on her damn roof like some reckless idiot with a smug expression on his face.

She pulled on a long, baggy t-shirt to cover herself up and then rushed to the window, her pulse racing for so many reasons.

"What the fuck, King?!" she whisper-hissed, quickly unlocking the latch and yanking it open. "Are you actually insane?"

Up close, she could see the way his chest rose and fell a little faster than normal, the adrenaline probably still running through him from his stunt. His hair was tousled—more than usual—and the glow from her room cast shadows over his face, making him look even more unfairly good-looking than he had any right to be.

And then she realized.

He actually climbed up here. For her.

Her stomach flipped.

She crossed her arms, feigning irritation, but the smile tugging at her lips betrayed her. "What on earth made you decide it was a good idea to scale my house? What if you fell, dumbass?"

She stepped back, making room for him. "Get inside before you break your neck."

Her voice was stern, but the way she looked up at him through her eyelashes, the way her body hummed from the tension between them? Yeah… She wasn’t that mad.

there was a large amount of time that passed, and in the back of his mind he was sure that ruby was panicking somewhat that he had ghosted her. the last thing he wanted was to make her feel insecure or even upset in anyway but he had a plan. now, he was pretty good at climbing, however scaling a building was an interesting one.

she had a tree outside her window so once he was to the top, and completely ignoring any gnawing doubt because it was actually quite high now he was there, now all he had to do was step to the edge of a branch (without it snapping under his weight) and hop onto the roof.

he managed to leap the other side, gripping tightly to the textured tiling. he leant to the side and knocked on her window with his closed fist. "ruby.." he almost shouted but he was trying to be quiet so they both wouldn't get caught.

this was actually the most he had done for a girl so this was saying something. it was actually quite the gesture. but he realised whilst messaging her that words couldn't really convey how he was feeling in the moment.

i am still here, promise, just been busy... will work on some replies tomorrow <3