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- smut (kinda...) 

- spanking 







A week has passed since you and Rin "made up."


The vibe hasn't been weird; you two are almost back to normal—except now it's more than just sex.


Rin looked up from his whiteboard. "Next question, Rae." He nodded toward his little sister, who immediately turned to Ollie. You four had decided to play a couples-style game, even though technically everyone in the room was single.


Everyone sat on the couch, little whiteboards in hand. "Who knows their partner better?"


Rae looked at Ollie, who smiled back at her. "What's your partner's birthday?" she asked, already scribbling on her board. Everyone else started writing too.


Except you.


You stared across the coffee table, realizing you had no idea when that man's birthday was. Rin finished writing and glanced up at you, a slick smile tugging at his lips.


Everyone flipped their boards. Ollie damn near jumped in his seat, grinning like he won the lottery when Rae held up the right answer. She smiled as Oliver praised her. 


Then Rin turned his around.


Neat handwriting. Your birthday spelled out perfectly. Little underline like he was flexing.


Of course he got it right.


You exhaled hard, rolled your eyes at yourself, and flipped your board.


A big ass question mark.


"Oh."


"That's cold," Ollie said, messy as hell for no reason. You snapped your head toward him so fast he straightened up. "Ollie," you warned, brows raised.


He shut right up.


When you turned back to Rin, he wasn't pissed—just that soft, disappointed look. He gave you a little smile, shrugging like he was trying to make it easy. "It's cool," he said. "I never really told you anyway."


You nodded, even though guilt was already curling in your stomach.


And the worst part? This wasn't even the first thing you got wrong tonight. You were swinging and missing like crazy—favorite snack wrong, dream vacation wrong, favorite artist wrong. Rae was trying so hard not to laugh across the couch, you could see her shaking. Ollie wasn't even trying—his whole chest was bouncing.

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