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cancer sucks yo
#3 separate fiends#and i mean CLOSE friends#all had a parent get diagnosed with cancer#in the past year alone#2 out of these 3 lost said parent bc their diagnosis was stage 4#1 was my BEST friend and i grieved with him bc of that and being an empath#this was last january#the other was a family friends mom who was one of my other moms bc of how often iâd be at their house#one of 2 friends moms who i called mom to be funny but there was sm love there#she just passed away#luckily my 3rd friends mom had surgery that made it a lot better but still not gone#sheâs doing well#but god fucking DAMN#3 friends all in the same time span#1 who broke my heart to see his family endure it#and another who iâm currently genuinely grieving bc i had a relationship a great one for a long time w her#even if me and my friend became different people and there was some conflict#this made all of it not matter anymore#iâm so happy i got to make peace with her and her mom a few months ago#that she didnât leave this world with us on bad terms#cancer fucking SUCKS.
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My Breath of the Wild Slow Livin' challenge is in its third iteration and let me tell you it is the only way to play this game
#I stopped fast travelling two playthroughs ago (rule 1)#at the same time as i added the â2) if Pancake (my horse) can physically come with me then he has to come with me wherever I goâ rule#for this new playthrough i've added "3) you have to settle down for the evening at a reasonable time#preferably at a stable or otherwise suitable location and then feed Pancake before hunching down in front of a fire#and stare into the flames until morning#ALSO rule 4 the horse cant gallop for longer than a real horse can (ie short bursts)#all other horse travel (ie almost all travel in the game (see rule 2)) has to happen at a trot at MOST#but very recently ive reached Tarrey Town and boy lemme tell you#I already knew id be trotting across the damn continent like five times to get everyone together#but now ive added a new thing where i roleplay escorting each of them back to Tarrey Town AT THE PACE THEY WOULD NATURALLY GO#i.e. walking#I am WALKING my horse back from death mountain and gerudo and everyone else#it's actually so great to roleplay...#Pelison saw a horse for the first time and was in awe#and Grayson had to comfort him when a lightning storm broke out as we were crossing the Akkala span#obviously the Sokkala route would be more direct but Grayson and I decided the northern route was better#since we could spend the night at the stable#Kass was there and he sang for us#Now Ive just made it to Gerudo (it took five in game days)#and I am settling down in Kara Kara for the night to talk to Rhondson about my friend Hudson#The voe with the most beautiful dream in all of hyrule#and if she agrees to come with me we have a LONG walk ahead of us in the morning#this is my favourite playthough ive ever done#breath of the wild#tarrey town#legend of zelda
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Various images from the past year or so... posting my evil little photo diary collections once again..
#image commentary in tags once again since they don't allow captions anymore and I feel weird using the alt text for that --#1. one of the billions of pastel sky photos I take and post constnaly because I'm obsessed with the sky lol 2. I got#a gardening mama (like cooking mama) game from a friend a few years ago and don't really play it that much since it's not#as interesting to me in some ways but.. I do like the graphics a lot. It'd be cool if in real life when you did something correclty a bunch#of little rainbows and sparkles appeared in front of you lol. 3. Everyone makes fun of me but this is how I like to have sandwiches#.. basically a salad in between two pieces of bread. barely any meat and cheese but then like 2 inches of lettuce and tomatoes and stuff..#half an entire head of iceberg lettuce on one sandwich... the Cronch... 4. Weird little light colored spider doing a split on the netting#of this strawberry garden. 5. ice creambe... 6. tiny tiny babey strawberry son.. 7. Went to someone's house and they#had this weird channel (I guess for halloween?) where it was like 8 different channels playing at once and you could watch them all#simultaneously (I don't think this is the intended purpose of it I think it's more just to show what's currently airing)#but it's kind of surreal and interesting.. with how on tiktoc and stuff they have those weird sensory overhwleming#videos where its' like 3 videos playing at once with unrelated audio. I wonder if one day people will just watch 8 screens#of tv at once like this after everyone offically has only a 2 second attention span lol. To me its kind of hard to pay attention#to but is an interesting excercise I guess. Like it was a cool challenge to try to watch it all at the same time#8. THE temperature indoors at NIGHT during the late summer........... AUGH.....#9. a pleasant little breakfast of scrambled eggs with green onion. baked salmon. sauteed corn. and a few almonds pecans and pineapple#leftover from making smoothies with it the day before. I eat basically the same rotation of things for every single meal every single#day (like literally I have had the same exact breakfast for about 2 years with zero variation except for special occasion) so whenever I do#actually have the energy to make something different or I have some interesting food for some special occasion reason. I feel more#inclined to document it lol.. like.. oooooo...eggs.. Which are normal to some people. but to me it's like.. wow... revolutionary.. so#different from my usual Scheduled Bland Stomach Problems Safety Gruel lol.#photo diary#spiders tw
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official adult lesson from a 19 year old: never get your flu shot the day before something important
#even better donât get your covid booster and flu shot together at the same time the day before something important#however#itâs worth it so#me and one of my friends went and got our shots and then got lunch together as a treat yesterday <3#and then today i start a new show where im meeting 50 people all at once in the span of an hour followed by a six hour rehearsal#AFTER i go to class for the day
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i got rickrolled today but it didn't work because i have adblocker installed, so youtube just told me i violated the terms of service. yesterday i was trying to edit a picture as a joke for my girlfriend, and google made me check a box to prove i'm human because i wasn't "searching normally".
it isn't just that capitalism is killing fun and whimsy, it is that any element of entertainment or joy is being fed upon by this mosquito body, one that will suck you dry at any vulnerability.
do you want to meet new friends in your city? download this app, visit our website, sign up for our email list. pay for this class on making a terrarium, on candlemaking, on cooking. it will be 90 dollars a session. you can go to group fitness, but only under our specific gym membership. solve the puzzle, sign up for our puzzle-of-the-month-club. what is a club if not just a paid opportunity - you are all paying for the same thing, which makes you a community.
but you're like me, i know it - you're careful, you try the library meetings and the stuff at the local school and all of that. the problem is that you kind of want really specific opportunities that used to exist. you are so grateful for libraries and the publicly-funded things: they are, however, an exception - and everything they have, they've fought tooth-and-nail to protect. you read a headline about how in many other states, libraries have virtually nothing left.
do you want to meet up with your friends afterwards? gift your friends the discord app. you can choose to go to a cafe (buy a coffee, at least), a bar (money, alcohol) or you can all stay in and catch a movie (streaming) or you can all stay in bed (rent. don't get me started) and scream (noise complaint. ticket at least).
you want to read a new book, but the book has to have 124 buzzwords from tiktok readers that are, like, weirdly horny. you can purchase this audiobook on audible! your podcast isn't on spotify, it's on its own server, pay for a different site. fuck, at least you're supporting artists you like. the art museum just raised their ticket price. once, they had a temporary exhibit that acknowledged that ~85% of their permanent art galleries were from cis white men, and that they had thousands of works by women (even famous women, like frida! georgia o'keefe!) just rotting in their basement. that exhibit lasted for 3 months and then they put everything away again.
walmart proudly supports this strip of land by the street! here are some flowers with wilting leaves. its employees have to pay out-of-pocket for their uniforms. my friend once got fined by the city because she organized a community pick-up of the riverfront, which was technically private property.
no, you cannot afford to take that dance class, neither can i. by the way - i'm a teacher. i'm absolutely not saying "educators shouldn't be paid fairly." i'm saying that when i taught classes, renting a studio went from 20 bucks an hour to 180 in the span of 6 months. no significant changes to the studio were made, except they now list the place as updated and friendly. the heat still doesn't work in the building. i have literally never seen the landlord who ignores my emails. recently they've been renting it out at night as an "unusual nightclub; a once-in-a-lifetime close-knit party." they spent some of those 180 dollars on LEDs and called it renovating. the high heels they invite in have been ruining the marley.
do you want to experience the old internet? do you want to play flash games or get back the temporary joy of club penguin? you can, you just need to pay for it. i have a weird, neurodivergent obsession with occasionally checking in to watch the downfall and NFT-ification of neopets. if i'm honest with you all - i never got into webkins, my family didn't have the money to buy me a pointless elephant. people forget that "being poor" can mean literally "if i buy you that toy, i can't afford rent."
you and i don't have time to make good food, and we don't have the budget for it. we are not gonna be able to host dinner parties, we're not made of money, kid. do you want some kind of 3rd space? a space that isn't home or work or school? you could try being online, but - what places actually exist for you? tiktok counts as social media because you see other people on it, not because they actually talk to you.
there was a local winter tradition of sledding down the hill at my school. kids would use pizza boxes and jackets and whatever worked, howling and laughing. back in september, they made a big announcement that this time, rules were changing, and everyone must pay 10 dollars to participate. when im not scared shitless, i kind of appreciate the environmental irony - it hasn't gone below 40. so much for snow & joyriding.
i saw a bulletin for a local dogwalking group and, nervous about making a good first impression, showed up early. the first guy there grimaced at me. "sorry," he said. "there's a 30-dollar buy-in fee." i thought he was joking. wait. for what? the group doesn't offer anything except friendship and people with whom to walk around the city.
he didn't know the answer. just shrugged at me. "you know," he said. "these days, everything costs money."
#spilled ink#warm up#âwhy did u tag it warm upâ bc i wrote it off the cuff while drinkin coffee lol#btw the 30 dollar buy in for the dog walking is bc they pay the organizer a small pittance so she can#run fb ads and stuff and like she does put in a lot of work i don't mind paying her#but that's exactly what im fucking talking about like.#ppl can't afford to volunteer their time anymore and we all understand it!!! everything costs money for everyone!#like we didn't have to use to say ''do you mind paying me back for the stuff we ate''#we used to be able to afford to feed our friends once in a while!!!
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ONLY IF YOU SAY YES (please say yes)
PAIRING: heeseung x fem!reader
GENRE: enemies to lovers, smut, fluff, angst, masturbation, cunnilingus, fingering, unprotected sex, squirting, lots of kissing, mention of food, usage of nicknames, featuring jay, jake, sunoo, wonie, karina and ningning (aespa), and beomgyu (txt).
WORD COUNT: 17.4k words
SYNOPSIS: having your enemy in your friend group was tiring enough, however, having him shift into your apartment at the same time all your roommates slash friends had to leave you alone to attend their clubâs exchange program for a whole week? yeah, that was your final straw.
WARNING: 18+ content, minors dni.
A/N: hihi loves <3 i know iâm late, but better late than never, right? this fic wouldnât have been complete without my loves @hoondrop , @jaeminvore and @jeane-e giving me ideas throughout. i hope you guys will like it :3 (not proofread) all likes, comments, reblogs and feedbacks are highly appreciated! iloveyou all <33
Chapter 1. The cafĂ©.Â
The sound of keyboard clicking always clicked your brain in the right way, especially when you were collectively using your brain and will to finish and submit the assignmentâwhich was due in, oh well, thirty minutes.Â
It shouldâve been perfect, you thrived working under pressure, you were researching on your favourite topic and were sitting in the comfort of your favourite cafe. It shouldâve been the ideal environment for you to work on and yet, that just wasnât the case.Â
You were so close to completing it, finally working your brain to form the best possible conclusion for the assignment, but that was the exact second your train of thought broke, courtesy of the most obnoxiously loud laugh youâd ever had the pleasure of hearing.Â
âCanât you shut up for a fucking second?â Your voice boomed through your friend group, reaching the person who was sitting right beside you, âjust because you have nothing to do doesnât mean that others are free of work too,â you ranted, frustration clear on your face.Â
Your words were clear, however, the guy only smiled in amusement, causing your other friends to sigh.Â
You took that second to cuss out just how effortlessly devious he looked with his ruffled black hair, his specs perched upon his perfectly upturned nose only hid his dark eyes as he stared at you, his lips a light shade of red from how much he bit it while trying to suppress his laugh, and a smirk always plastered on his annoying little face.Â
âCanât you guys stop fighting and fuck it out or something? The sexual tension is so insanely thick, I might have to use a knife to cut it down,â Sunoo huffed out, staring at your way disapprovingly.Â
âItâs too obvious if Iâm being honest, Heeseung canât stop talking about Y/n even when sheâs not around,â Jay went on, giving his input, your eyebrow cocking up his way.Â
âWait! Do you remember the Beomgyu guy? Fifteenth March, twenty twenty four, he was coming to ask Y/n out and, Heeseung completely sabotaged it by grabbing her book and running away to some other place as soon as Beomgyu started walking towards Y/n? Which distracted her as she ran after him,â Jungwon said, eyes wide and head nodding as he agreed with himself.Â
âOh and, when Y/n got herself the vanilla perfume when she overheard Heeseung mentioning he hated the scent of vanilla?â Winter added.Â
âRight. When in reality heâs quite literally obsessed with that scent,â Sunghoon chuckled, watching your eyes widen in disbelief.Â
âAnd now she smells just like he wants each day, not that he wasnât obsessed with your scent already,â Ningning helpfully added with a shrug.Â
You blinked twice to process this, having gone through a series of emotions within the span of two minutes was a tiring process, however, Heeseung was only amused, as if the teasing didnât get to him at all.Â
Almost as if he was enjoying it.Â
âOh, fuck you guys. Heâs not worth my attention.â You side eyed Heeseung, the corner of his lip quirking up with your comment.Â
You still had your assignment to finish, and there was absolutely no way you were going to sit next to Heeseung with your cheeks heating up at the countless instances of your so called obsession thrown your way, so you got up, trying to collect your papers and laptop, only for your wrist to be grabbed by Heeseung.Â
âIâm not worth your attention and yet youâre leaving, hm?â He asked, voice so calm, almost as sweet as honey as he stared into your eyes, smirking soon after, âare you sure I donât affect you in any way, darling?âÂ
A series of hoots slash gasps were heard, which surely disturbed the entire cafe but your friend group lived for the drama.Â
You scoffed, looking elsewhere, trying to walk away but his grip on your wrist was too strong.Â
âLet go, Heeseung,â you gritted your teeth.Â
âWow,â Sunghoon whispered, sipping on his drink with more interest than ever.Â
âI think youâre obsessed with me,â he chuckled, voice smoother than velvet, tugging your wrist closer to him, a gasp leaving your mouth as you trip and fall right on his lap, âam I wrong?âÂ
Two flashes went off at that very second, your wide eyes turning to look at Sunoo and Ningning with an accusatory glance as your heart beated out of your chest, his arms holding you close to his body.Â
âDonât let us interrupt, go on,â Sunoo nodded, making you groan while Karina tried to say something to calm you down, which your mind didnât bother registering in the middle of the chaos.Â
âDonât fucking create a scene here and let me go,â you warned Heeseung, looking at him, trying to ignore the evident lack of distance between your bodies, and well, your faces.Â
âOnly if you agree to it, darling,â He whispered back.Â
âI donât think we should watch this anymore,â Jay coughed out in distance.Â
âThereâs nothing to agree here, Heeseung,â you gritted out, trying to get up and get out of his grasp.Â
âYeah?â He asked.Â
âYeah,â you whispered.
âFine, then live with me for a week.â
âWhat?â
âWait, what?â
âHuh?âÂ
You didnât even bother realizing which friend exclaimed what, you just stared at Heeseung in disbelief, hating the fact that his vanilla musk scent was invading your senses.Â
âHave you officially lost your mind?â You asked, genuinely concerned.
He shook his head with a little chuckle, eyeing the whole friend group as if theyâve been hiding something you should be knowing. Their gulps and inability to meet Heeseungâs eyes only made you more curious, âwhat the fuck is going on?â You asked.Â
âWeâre practically gonna be roommates now,â Heeseung let out ever so smoothly.Â
âWhat?â You asked back dumbly, ignoring Jayâs cough in the background.Â
âWell, you see,â Karina started with an awkward laugh, âSince Sunoo moved out to live in the dorms now, one room is empty in our apartment,â she explained, playing with her nails just to avoid your gaze.Â
âAnd youâre giving it to him?â You asked, thumb pointing at Heeseung in a very demeaning manner.Â
âWell, ouch,â he commented just to piss you off more.Â
âWow guys. And when were you planning on telling me all this?â You asked, annoyance heightened even more, you could feel a headache coming, almost rushing to you from a mile away.Â
âWell, weâre all going for the exchange program next week so we figured it would be nice for Heeseung to shift before that, given that you both are the only ones in our group who didnât bother joining our exchange program club,â Jake tried to avoid eye contact as he explained.Â
Your mind was spinning. Having Karina, Ningning, Jay, Sunghoon, and Jake as your roommates was enough even though Sunoo moved out, albeit you had to pay more rent, but having Heeseung in the same space as you each day? Sharing the necessities, eating together, commenting on your daily lifestyle with the nastiest smirk on his face? Criticizing the way you pair up your comfortable shorts with the same, favourite pair of T-shirt you own each day just because it feels right. The wayâ
âI donât think thereâs gonna be any problem in all honesty, cause sheâs comfortable with me already,â Heeseung pointed out, gripping your waist tighter, a reminder that you were still sitting on his lap.Â
You gripped on his arm, digging your fingers to hurt him, âIâll kill you if you donât let me get up this second,â you seethed out, your ears warmer than ever.Â
âJust agree to it then, baby,â he whispered, staring at your lips and even your friends had stopped looking your way by now, not wanting to interrupt anymore.Â
âA week alone with you would be nothing but hell, Lee Heeseung,â you said, still looking into his eyes.Â
âIâll take that as a yes then. A bet is a bet baby, donât fall in love with me,â he winked, loosening his grip on you as you got up right that second.Â
Even your legs felt wobbly by now, the proximity being too much for you to handle. Yet, you werenât one to lose.Â
âLove and me? Ah, yes why not? Your own face is blood red with how much youâre blushing, I hope that helps,â you pointed out before grabbing your belongings and rushing out of the cafe, completely missing the smile on Heeseungâs face.Â
âTheyâre down bad, arenât they?â Jake whisper-asked Jay, who chuckled.Â
âYeah. Yes, they are.â
Chapter 2. The humble abode.Â
Rushing out of the cafĂ© was the only thing you could manage to do, getting into your car and deciding to do your assignment right there before getting back home and thinking about what happened a few minutes back.Â
It wasnât easy.Â
Not when your ears were burning hot, and you werenât even sure if it was because of anger or embarrassment. Or the underlying fear of what was to come.Â
Heeseung was going to be your roommate.Â
The same Heeseung who had been nothing but annoying throughout your high school years, and now, in your university too. Having the same group of friends helped, it really did as you could avoid him (read: or try to avoid him) but having him invade your personal living space would revoke any sense of comfort for you.Â
âWhy didnât you tell me?âÂ
You were tired, almost lifeless on the couch after you had typed out your assignment, keeping your swirl of emotions to yourself, however, you werenât gonna let your friends get away with this.
Which is why you attacked Jake as soon as he entered the apartment.Â
And he silently cussed himself for being the first one to come back home.Â
âListen, I know youâre mad,â he started, sighing and brushing his hair back as he made his way towards you, sitting down right next to you.Â
âIâm so gonna die,â you mumbled.Â
âBut it wonât be that bad, trust me. You wonât even have to be home all day, you can hang out with your friends and just come back, sleep, avoid him and repeat the cycle!â Jake smiled, as if he had solved the biggest problem this world had.Â
âRight. All my friends, including your stupid ass, will be going out for an exchange program. Did you forget that, Jakey?â you smiled back sarcastically.Â
âDonât you have any other friends?â He asked and you slapped his head, âouch!â
âWhere are others anyway?â You asked, looking around the empty apartment.Â
âHoon and Ning shouldâve been back by now, they left right after you did,â he said, you both stood up a second after in realization.Â
He tiptoed to the door of Hoonâs room while you made your way to Ningâs room, âready?â you smiled, âthree, two, oneââ
And there they were, in their respective rooms, practically eating the faces of their girlfriends.Â
âWow, now thatâs life,â you chuckled as Ning stopped and looked at you with a red face, while her girlfriend, Nics, waved hi to you.Â
On the other hand, Sunghoon only cussed out loud, trying to hide his girlfriend, Moon, as he asked Jake to âclose the damn door.â
âWell, whenâs he shifting?â You asked, retrieving back to your old position on the couch.Â
âI think heâs gonna start sending his stuff in here like, today,â Jake nodded, checking the date.Â
âIâm gonna explode. This is not how I wanted to spend my vacations,â you groaned and Jake only patted your back softly.Â
âItâs okay, itâll be okay,â Jake smiled.Â
Not even a second later, the sound of the door swinging open startled you, your body shifting close to Jakeâs in the process, as he did the same, a hand on top of his beating heart.Â
As soon as Heeseung entered the apartment, carrying a duffle bag on his back, his eyes fell on how you and Jake sat in close proximity, staring at him with a questionable glare, his eyebrow cocking up at the sight.Â
âSince when are you guys so closeâcozy with each other?â He asked, walking to you both, a scoff leaving your lips as you stood up, standing right in front of him.Â
âAnd howâs that any of your business?â You asked, walking away and making sure to bump your shoulder to his in the process.Â
âAh,â he chuckled, shaking his head as he heard you walk to your room, slamming the door shut behind you, his eyes finally turning to Jake, giving him a look he couldnât quite decipher.Â
Jake only tilted his head, not understanding the enmity between you, also the sudden change in the atmosphere of the room, he only looked at Heeseung with confused eyes as he asked:
âWhat did I do?âÂ
Chapter 3. Not so humble.Â
Heeseung loved to make his presence known, especially when he observed how hard you tried to avoid him every passing second, as if you didnât wish to acknowledge him at all. He was settling in just fine. In fact, he made sure to send in his bed the first thing the next day, which only gave him the perfect opportunity to stay for the dinner, rest the night, and stay for the breakfast before winding up his stuff at his old place.Â
It was still fine when he sat down next to you for meals, at least you had your friends around for four more days, which helped you ignore the said man for a while.Â
It was still okay when he continuously poked your arm to ask you for a spoon that was clearly closer to him, yet you passed it to him before turning your attention back to Ning, who was around for three more days.Â
It was still bearable when he played loud music at night, making sure to blast it on the speaker right after playing video games, which definitely irritated all your friends, but Jay was kind enough to lend you his noise cancellation headphones as you went to sleep, which you could keep for two more days.Â
It was your last straw when Heeseung stabbed his fork way out of where it shouldâve been. There was absolutely no reason for Heeseung to eat from your plate, and not just any dish but your favourite side dish. Thatâs when you took a deep breath, turning to look at him, only to be surprised as he was ready with his fork up, offering you a bite of the exact same snack he had picked up from your plate.Â
His brow was raised, and Hoon looked concerned, being the only one who sat down to have dinner with you guys, but Heeseung didnât really seem to mind.Â
âWhat? Donât wanna eat anymore, princess?â He asked.Â
âIâd rather die than eat from the same plate as you,â you said, trying to ignore his muscles which were clearly visible as he was clad in the comfort of his tank top.Â
âWhy not? Iâve heard it helps in spreading love yâknow?â He said, biting his lower lip as he looked your way.Â
âHah, as if.â
âScared youâll fall for me?â He smirked.Â
You scoffed, grabbing his hand and taking a bite of what should have been your meal, chewing it before saying, âletâs see what kind of love is gonna spread now, yeah?âÂ
You gave him a look before retreating back to your room.Â
âWhy exactly are you bothering her?â Hoon asked, taking a spoonful of rice in his mouth, âare you that desperate for her attention, loverboy?âÂ
âCâmon, Iâm not in love with her,â Heeseung spoke lazily, eyes still on your closed door.Â
âRight,â Hoon clicked his tongue, âyouâve never once denied it.â
âItâs just fun to see her bothered, she hates me anywayââ
ââwhich bothers you, and hence you try to grab her attention even more,â Sunghoon said, as calm as ever.Â
âStop. Youâre crazy,â Heeseung laughed it off, getting up and throwing a piece of carrot on Hoon, who in turn threw a cap of the water bottle right on Heeseungâs head, making him scream out comically as Hoon chuckled, mumbling something under his breath.Â
âTheyâll be fucking by the time we come back.â
Chapter 4. Not your driver.Â
âToothbrush?â
âCheck.â
âLaptop?â
âCheck.â
âCharger?â
âCheck.â
âPassport?â
âOh fuck, I almost forgot that,â Karina gasped as you helped her finish some last minute packing.Â
âI donât wanna go to uni, but I have to submit these files,â you sighed while Karina finally zipped up her bag.
âI would have dropped you there but I have to pick up Ningning from her girlfriendâs place,â she sighed.Â
The door opened right then, âI couldnât help but overhearââ
You rolled your eyes, ââeavesdrop.â
âOverhear,â Heeseung repeated, âthat you need a ride. Iâm going that way Iâll drop you off,â he smiled.Â
You stared at him, expressionless.Â
You wanted to punch the perfect smile off his face.Â
âI told him to be nice to you, so hopefully heâs gonna follow that,â Karina gave her input at your obvious reaction.Â
You looked her way with a surprised smile, âyou did?â
âOf course! You should go now,â she said, shooing you away and asking you to get back as soon as your friends will be leaving by the evening.Â
âYeah, we should save the gas and travel together, be good to the environment and our Mother Earth,â Heeseung cheeked.Â
âOh! Great, I have to go and submit my file too, can I tag along?â Jake asked, looking at you.Â
âYes!â
âNo!â
You and Heeseung exchanged glances.Â
âWeâll share, we have to take care of our environment, Heeseung,â you smiled, grabbing Jakeâs arm and walking out of the apartment.Â
You didnât wait before getting into the backseat, which made Jake opt for the passenger seat, Heeseung looked your way in disbelief, even more so when you smiled his way.Â
It was one of the few genuine smiles of yours, which Heeseung didnât get to see much around him, however it was a given that him being irritated brought you happiness.Â
Jakeâs campus was farther away, yours was comparatively closer, and you looked out as Heeseung played musicâone of those bands he loved, but he didnât stop at your campus.Â
âHey, she has to get off,â Jake said, looking at Heeseung.Â
âIâll drop you off first, you have a flight in a few hours,â he theorized.Â
You rolled your eyes.Â
âSince when do you care so much about everyone?â You asked, looking at his eyes through the front mirror.Â
âI donât,â he said, winking back at you, âonly you.â
You sighed, closing your eyes as Jake got off, saying a goodbye to you both.Â
However, Heeseung didnât start the car again, which caused you to open your eyes again, âwhy arenât you driving?âÂ
âIâm not a driver, my love. Sit here,â he patted the passenger seat twice.Â
âYou canât be serious, itâs literally a five minute drive.â
âSix minutes now that youâve wasted sixty seconds arguing with me,â he spoke, checking his watch as if that would do anything.Â
You rolled your eyes yet again, something youâd do quite frequently around him, but nevertheless, you got off and walked to the passenger seat, closing the door shut and grabbing the seatbelt, only to turn around and see Heeseungâs face right in front of you.Â
âWâwhat are you doing?â You asked, breath shaky.Â
âWas gonna help you with the belt, but youâre fast hm?â
âI can do itââ
âShh, just sit comfortably,â he whispered, his warm fingers touching yours, covering your hand fully before you let go of the belt, allowing him to buckle you up.Â
His messy hair fell on his forehead in soft waves, a constellation of light freckles covered his cheek, a broken eyelash rested there comfortably, and his scent, his ever so present scent invaded your scenes yet again.Â
âYouâve got a little something here,â you told him gently, pointing out where his eyelash was.Â
âOh, just a minute,â he mumbled, carefully picking it up and placing the lash on the back of his hand. Â
Observing him was all you could do, especially when he looked so innocent as he closed his eyes, mumbling something under his breath before he curled his lips into a sweet pout, blowing the air on his fist in a gentle breeze.Â
âWhat did you wish for?â You asked before you could stop yourself. Â
He chuckled, only looking your way, âlet me know if it comes true, princess.â
You couldnât speak anymore, even when he leaned back with a slight smile on his face, starting the car again and driving.Â
You somehow subtly kept on noticing him, his grip on the steering wheel, the veins prominent on his hand and arms, his lip bitten in slight concentration. You shook your head, looking outside again, and in no time, you were in front of your campus.Â
âYouâre welcome, princess,â he spoke, voice ever so smooth and you simply squeaked out a thank you before rushing out.Â
You blamed his scent.Â
It was all because of his scent.Â
Chapter 5. Home Alone.Â
It was three minutes past seven, the sun was setting and so was your mood as you bid goodbye to your friends who were filling up their bags in the backseats of the cabs they had booked.Â
Jay was busy giving you a list of things to take care of while they were gone. Karina hugged you as she waved a bye, Ningning only winked your way, looking at Heeseung right after. Sunghoon and Winter were already sitting in the car, too excited to leave while Jake waved at you like a happy puppy.Â
Heeseung stepped right in front of you, waving back with more enthusiasm than he had ever displayed before, screaming happy journey to everyone as the cars left one by one.Â
Thatâs what you have to deal with now.Â
With that, Heeseung made his way into the apartment again as you stood there for a minute more, slapping your forehead a few times, âI can do it,â you whispered, âitâll be okay, Iâll keep myself busy, Iâll be okay.â
Overthinking was your detrimental forte, the one that Heeseung never failed to fuel. You should catch him off guard too, shouldnât you? You shouldâve grabbed his collar and warned him instead of freezing on the spot.Â
Your train of thought broke the second you stepped into the house, being caught off guard yet again by none other than Lee Heeseung, who so carefully grabbed one of your wrists and pinned you against the door, closing it right behind you in a swift go, âhi,â he smiled.Â
Youâve had enough, grabbing his collar into a fist and pulling him even closer, âfuck,â he groaned.Â
âIt hasnât even been a fucking minute and youâre already making my life a living hell, I swear to god, Heeseung.â You let go of the collar, grabbing his hair by the nape to pull him away.Â
The action which caused him to moan.
You let go of him that very second as he closed his eyes, âyouâre such a pervert. Ew! What the fuck?â You looked at him with wide eyes, even more so when he chuckled deeply, his eyes on you again.Â
âCanât blame me for that one, it feels really good, princess,â he said, putting his hands up in surrender.Â
âThis wonât do,â you said, a hand on your forehead again.Â
âSo what? Wanna set up rules like they do in those stupid movies?â He suggested, sitting down on the couch and looking at you, as if he expected you to sit down with him.Â
âRules?â You pondered for a second, âyeah, anything to keep your behaviour in check,â you mumbled, and soon, you both were sitting on the opposite chairs of the dining table as you scribbled down the rules.Â
Y/N and Heeseungâs one week agreement <3
1. No touching each other. 2. No stealing food. 3. No loud music and video games. 4. No bringing guests without prior notice.Â
âNo guests?âÂ
âNo. Keep your girlfriends away from here, understood?â You asked.Â
He chuckled, amused, âwhy? Would that bother you, princess? You donât have to worry yâknow? Youâll always be the number one in my heart,â he winked, resting his hand on his chest. Â
âNo, thanks. Still donât want you,â you told him, even though his last statement did sound sincere.Â
Way too sincere for your own liking.Â
âCan I write too?â Heeseung asked, and you raised your brow.Â
âSince you asked nicely.â
5. Chores will be divided equally. 6. One hour bonding time each day. 7. Y/N canât avoid Heeseung.Â
âWhy do we need bonding time?â You asked midway.Â
âCause weâre gonna live together, so we should put our differences aside,â he shrugged, and you stared at him.Â
âWe can just ignore each other.â
âNow, whereâs the fun in that?â
âThis isnât a game, Heeseung.â
âBut itâs exciting,â he said, and you sighed.
Arguing with him was pointless.Â
âOkay, fine.â
9. Maintain cleanliness.
That was the last point you added before you both signed the sheet, agreeing to add more in case you come up with any rules. It was the most normal you had been with Heeseung, but you still wanted to be away.Â
You didnât wanna hurt yourself.Â
You tried not to think about it as you went to sleep, but it didnât work much, not when your mind was hyper aware of the silence in the apartment. Thatâs when you decided to get up and grab a midnight snack, perhaps a cup of noodles would help you sleep better.Â
With tiredness still evident in your eyes, you worked the stove on, grabbing a pot to heat up water, standing still as you took the support of the marble countertop, your palms lay flat on it as you stared at the packet of mint chocolate that was in the shelf in front of you, something that Sunoo possibly had forgotten to take with him.Â
âNot sleepy?â A husky voice made you gasp and turn around, caging you right in between the counter and Heeseung.Â
âFuck! You scared me,â you gasped at his shirtless figure, âwhy the fuck are you awake and why are you not clothed?â You asked, distressed.Â
âI heard noises from the kitchen so I obviously had to come over and check,â he said, tilting his head innocently right after, âI have to make sure the princess is safe, right?â
âI can very well take care of myself, thanks,â you huffed, waiting for him to move, which did not happen.
âOkay, then try pushing me away,â Heeseung said, a slight close-lipped smile present on his face.Â
You simply made use of the little space to pour the hot water into the cup noodles, covering it with its lid.Â
âYou love these games too much, donât you?â You said, finally looking up to see his body right in front of your face.Â
With thick yet lean muscles, he stood tall, his clavicles visible in an attractive fashion as the dim lights of the room only enhanced the slight traces of his abs, making it evident that Heeseung included working out in his daily routines.Â
You gulped unknowingly, closing your eyes for a second before meeting him, only for his eyes to fall on your lips for a slight enough, just enough for you to miss it.Â
âNot gonna push me?â He asked, still playful, but with a gentle rasp in his voice.Â
âYouâre not appropriately clothed for me to touch you, Heeseung,â you said, trying to muster a bored, unimpressed expression, as if your ears werenât burning warm.Â
âWhy? Does skin to skin contact scare you now?â He challenged, âone touch is all it takes, babe.âÂ
âOh lord,â you groaned, stretching your neck back, only to find Heeseungâs gaze more intense than ever, âfine, move.âÂ
You placed your cold hand on his warm torso, right above his heart, and you could have sworn it was beating a tad bit faster than how a normal heart should be beating.Â
Pushing him was practically impossible, especially when he bit his lip and chuckled, not moving an inch despite your efforts. The room felt warm as you scoffed and retrieved your hand. Â
âCanât move?â He teased.Â
âIâm just tired, move.â
âOr, youâre just weak.â
âThatâs all you can do Heeseung, challenge a tired girl whoâs trying to eat.â You pushed him again. Â
âIâm strong, princess. Donât you see?â He pointed at his body, and you closed your eyes yet again, trying to convert your feelings into anger.Â
âYour body might be strong but your fucking ego is weak.â You said finally shoving him enough for you to move.Â
âNow, now. Thatâs wrong, princess.â He said, grabbing your cup noodles and testing your patience yet again. Â
Messing with you was one thing.Â
Messing with you while you were sleepy was another thing.Â
But messing with you while you were sleepy and hungry, that was war.Â
âGive me the noodles back you small dicked asshole!â You chased after him.Â
He stopped you easily with a hand, twirling you around and pulling you back, his bare chest pressed against your back.Â
âSmall dick, hm?â He mumbled, keeping the noodles on the counter beside you, dragging his warm fingers across your bare tummy, stopping right on your belly button, âit would go up to here, yeah,â he caressed the area before letting go of you.Â
You stood there, breathing hard as your cheeks burned with the implication of his cock in your cunt, deep inside you at that.Â
âHow do you even get women, all talk and no action?â You asked, walking back to your room with the noodles in your hands, avoiding the fact that you were completely flustered.Â
âOh Iâll show you all the action you need to see, princess,â he winked as you turned to look at him, his hands stuffed in the pocket of his sweatpants, âgânight, darling,â he smirked, walking away as you spent the night punching your pillow, eating your now soggy noodles. Â
Lee Heeseung was going to be the end of you.Â
Chapter 6. A proof?Â
In the span of a few days that Heeseung shifted at your apartment, you realized a few things.Â
First, Lee Heeseung loved being shirtless.Â
Second, Lee Heeseung was a good cook.Â
And third, Lee Heeseung was the biggest flirt known to mankind.Â
Now, putting them all together; you didnât expect to wake up with the scent of fresh waffles and fruits spreading around the apartment. Nor did you expect Heeseung to set up a plate full of breakfast for you right around the time you woke up, that too with the biggest smile on his face.Â
It felt like a dream almost, and you were ready to ignore his shirtless body that gave you goosebumps and a sincere smile that almost made you smile too, to thank him.Â
But then, he did what he had to.Â
He opened his mouth and ruined it, going on about how you should eat fruits, it makes the cum taste sweeter, he said munching on an apple, laughing louder when you threw a spoon at him. That added to your annoyance simply because of the fact that he was practically glowing even in the morning, the radiant aura was too much for you to handle and you simply decided to avoid and ignore everything to have a spa day to yourself.Â
Heeseung did question why you were leaving, and you didnât miss the hint of frown that was plastered on his face for a split second when he learned that you wouldnât be around for the day, which you ignored because why would he even be sad? Just because he wouldnât get to bother you today? That must be it.Â
âCome back soon, I still have things to prove to you,â he said, and you didnât know what to expect anymore as you left the apartment.Â
Thereâs some sort of power in self care that makes you feel as if nothing could ever go wrong with you once youâre fully pampered, especially when your nails are freshly done, shaded in your favourite tone.Â
Itâs seven in the evening when you get back home with three bags full of clothes hanging on your arms. Retail therapy was the way to go, it definitely de-stressed you for the day. It was too peaceful, and you didnât know what was to come when you unlocked the door to your apartment, entered the hallway, taking off your shoes and furrowing your brows at the extra pair of heels there, along with the unusual sound.Â
You couldnât quite pinpoint the noise that you were hearing. It wasnât the usual music Heeseung played, nor was it the sound of the gaming system he often used, so you stepped in further, your heart pounding as the weak whimpers and the sound of slapping got closer.Â
The door to Heeseungâs room was wide open, and you found yourself peeking in before you could stop yourself, only for your eyes to go wider than ever as you saw what was going on inside.Â
The lights were dimmed, set to blue which made the room look hotter. On the bed was a girl you had never seen before, her face buried into the mattress as she made lewd noises, your mouth hung open, your heart beating faster as your eyes met that of Heeseungâs, his hair messier than ever and the cockiest smirk plastered on his face.Â
He was naked.Â
He was fucking the most brutal backshots into the cunt of the stranger, holding onto her waist and squeezing it, as if putting up a show for you as Meddle about by Chase Atlantic played in the background.Â
âHeeseung?â You whispered to yourself, your eyes never leaving his thick cock, observing his strong thrusts as if you were dazedâwhich you were.Â
And if that wasnât enough, Heeseung had to take it up a notch by groaning out your name, spanking the girlâs ass and throwing his head back, mumbling your name and gulping as you saw his adamâs apple bobbing up and down.Â
He was fucking another girl and thinking of you, deliberately so.Â
You were too shocked to function, your arms losing their strength as your bags fell to the ground. The noise made you snap out of your dazed state, and soon you found yourself running to your room, locking the door behind you and leaning on it, covering your mouth as your chest heaved up and down.Â
Thatâs when you realized what Heeseung was trying to doâhe proved it.Â
He proved exactly what he had promised you at night, and you knew you werenât going to sleep tonight, simply because the guy you hated had proved it.Â
He indeed had a big fucking cock.Â
And he knew exactly how to use it.Â
Sleep was merely a concept to you for the majority of the night. How could you even close your eyes when you could see the most vivid image of Heeseung fucking a girl the second your eyelids close?Â
You had goosebumps over your body, your thighs pressed together as you thought back upon how he specifically groaned your name right after he saw you watching him.Â
âUgh!â You groaned, rolling around and punching the pillow out of pure frustration.Â
You hated Heeseung yet he was the only thing on your mind.Â
âThis canât be real, thereâs no way this is real,â you mumbled to yourself, your face getting hotter by the second but somehow, you managed to shut your eyes and drift to the wonderful place called the dreamland.Â
Chapter 7. Adulterated retaliation.Â
Overthinking was going to be your demise.Â
If it wasnât enough as it was when you were awake, it was worse when you were asleep in your subconscious because there was no way you had just woken up with a gasp and, well, wetness in your panties that seeped through them and covered the crotch of your shorts.Â
You had a wet dream about the very man you swore you hated.Â
Grabbing your pillow, you hid your face as you let out a scream, looking distressed as you stared at your reflection when you got up. Flashbacks of how you dreamed to be the girl Heeseung fucked were scattered all over your mind.Â
âHe groaned my name,â you mumbled, trailing your hand down your pants and into your panties, caressing the length of your cunt only for your pretty manicured fingers to come out soaked in your wetness.Â
âFuck,â you groaned, âI need to avoid him.â
You knew for a fact that after last night, avoiding Heeseung would be the most difficult thing to do, cause he wouldnât let it slide by any means.Â
However, you were surprised when you saw the kitchen and dining area empty, a plate was still kept there full of food for you, and you couldnât be happier sitting peacefully and having your brunch, now that you had woken up late.Â
It was only when you were done washing your hands, wiping them clean of water with the towel, you felt someoneâs presence behind you, and before you could fully turn around, Lee Heeseung had his slender fingers wrapped around your wrist, your body going stiff as a reminder of what had happened yesterday, but at least he was fully clothed today.Â
âPretty nails,â he inspected them, leaning down to whisper in your ear, âhold this,â he asked you, giving you a bottle, not waiting for you to hold it as he practically made you wrap your fingers around it.Â
âThe fuckââ you opened your mouth but Heeseung let go that very second.Â
âYeah, they would look pretty wrapped around my cââ he mumbled, walking away, leaving you shocked yet again.Â
At this point, you were pretty sure he was toying with you cause thereâs no way he was acting so nonchalant about everything he did since he shifted to your, now his too, apartment.Â
You sighed loudly, keeping the bottle away on the counter before you leaned back against it, wondering what to do to deal with Heeseung. There was a bitter feeling in your chest, you werenât sure why. Was it that easy for Heeseung to bring someone home? Fuck rules, he didnât care about any of that. You wondered why you both even bothered to make them in the first place.Â
And somehow, just somewhere deep inside you, there was this feeling that you wanted to do something similar to take revenge on him. But would you call a guy to aimlessly fuck you on your bed? No.Â
Youâd rather call a guy up for a hangout, a guy who was actually your friend and didnât go for the exchange program, a guy you knew Heeseung despised.Â
Maybe that would keep Heeseung at bay.Â
Or maybe thatâll make him jealous and keep you closer.Â
A voice whispered from inside your subconscious, and you clenched your jaw, wondering why you couldnât decide which scenario you would prefer more.Â
Nevertheless, you went on with the plan, texting Gyu to ask him if he was free for the day, mentally thanking the teacher that paired you up with him last semester for a presentation, courtesy of which you got his number. He called you the second his phone chimed from your text.Â
âY/N,â he practically cheered, you could feel the happiness ooze out of his voice, and you smiled as you asked him how heâs been, and if he was free this evening.Â
âFuck! I have to run errands today, can I come over tomorrow though?â He asked and you sighed, saying yes.Â
At least youâll have a distraction tomorrow, right?Â
âHow do you miss me all of a sudden though? Finally realized youâre in love with me?â He chuckled, asking you the question and you shook your head laughing, knowing he couldnât see you.Â
âDonât get ahead of yourself, Gyu, Iâm just bored at home, yeah?â You explained, and he promised that heâd be there to entertain you tomorrow afternoon.Â
Now though, you werenât sure what to do for the day. Writing a diary? Nah. Listening to podcasts? Your brain was too clouded for that. You simply opted to take a shower and go out for a drive. It wasnât like you were inexperienced by any means, it was just the fact that you hadnât had sex in long which is why you were so frustrated.Â
Right?Â
You gulped, letting the warm water droplets caress your skin as they cascaded down the curves of your body. Even the slightest touch made you feel good, the bathroom getting fogged up as you took your time with the shower. But were you satisfied? You could hear the music blasting from Heeseungâs room now and his level of unbothered definitely bothered you.Â
âFuck you, fuck you, fuck you,â you groaned, stepping out after getting ready for your drive. You thank the lords that you had a car, and you simply decided to visit the lake nearby as you grabbed your car keys and put on your shoes.Â
âWhere are you going?â Heeseung asked, and you wondered how he always had the perfect timing when it came to you being out of your room.Â
âAway from you,â you mumbled.Â
He chuckled, âwhy, princess? Whatâd I do?â He rasped, and you didnât bother looking at him, tightening your laces the second you heard him call you that stupid nickname yet again.Â
âNothing. Nothing at all,â you grumbled, standing up, âyouâve been breaking rules left right and straight ever since you entered this apartment, and the audacity to bring someone else home to fuck while keeping the door open andââ you said it all in a breath, closing your eyes simply because you couldnât repeat what he had done.Â
âAnd?â Heeseung came closer, and you looked at his wet bangs as if he had freshly come out of the shower.Â
Your tongue poked your inner cheek as you grabbed his T-shirt, something he did not expect as his hand landed on your waist, pulling you to him, âyouâre so fucking annoying, I hate you,â you seethed out.Â
You could clearly see him being flustered, probably because you instigated this interaction, âyou hate me?â He asked, dazed, looking down at your lips, âyou sure? Cause I think youâre in love with me.âÂ
âYouâre the one whoâs looking at my lips, youâre the one who was moaning out my name, youâre the one whoâs dreaming about my fingers wrapped around your fucking cock,â you finally let out, âare you sure itâs not you whoâs craving me?â You chuckled.Â
You had officially lost your mind.Â
âIââ Heeseung started, his eyes never leaving yours, but you could see a hint of uncertainty on his face, as if he was contemplating on saying something, and you didnât let him.Â
âYouâre pathetic.â You let go of him, pushing his shoulder, but he only grabbed your neck and pulled you back, his other hand now behind your head so you wouldnât hurt yourself as he pushed you against the wall.Â
âYeah? And youâre not? Are you not thinking about last night, Y/N?â You gasped as his lips barely caressed yours.Â
You would feel your knees giving up, especially when he took your name with such emphasis that you couldnât help but look at him, his fingers coming up from your neck to your jaw, cupping it gently before he placed his thumb on your bottom lip.Â
âIsnât that why youâve been avoiding me, hm? You wanna be that girl so fucking bad, donât you?â A shiver went down your spine as his voice got deeper by an octave.Â
âShut up,â you breathed out.Â
âWhy, princess? Do you not wanna kiss me?â He bit his bottom lip as you stared at him hopelessly, your breath hitched as your heart hammered against your ribcage.Â
âNo,â you mumbled.Â
He smirked, âno?âÂ
âHeeseung,â you whispered, frustration clear in your voice.Â
You hated him.Â
And you hated yourself more for wanting to kiss his stupidly inviting lips.Â
âYes, baby?âÂ
âIââ
âYou?âÂ
âPlease,â you closed your eyes, not believing the situation yourself.Â
âPlease what, my love?âÂ
You whined, not having it in you to say it out loud.Â
âI wonât kiss you till you say yes,â he shook his head slowly, his thumb still tracing your lip.Â
âFuck it, yes,â you groaned, pulling him closer by his collar as he quickly cupped your face.Â
His lips were plush against yours, warm and inviting to the point he was rushing to have you closer to him, absorbing the moan that you barely got to let out. He was needy, almost as frustrated as you, your fingers gripping the hair on his nape, a gasp leaving his mouth as you both leaned back for a microsecond, still connected by a string of saliva.Â
You were on your tiptoes, your body getting warmer by the second, pressed against his as you breathed heavily as he licked your mouth open, shoving his tongue in to get a taste of you, his warm breath made you lose your last bit of sanity. He was groaning, trying to get used to your taste, something which he had wanted to do for a while now. He was practically drooling into your mouth like a hungry puppy, his spit dripping down your chin. Your tongue was quick to lap it up when he leaned back to breathe, but his own tongue was quick enough to rest on yours as you both tasted your mixed saliva. Â
Thatâs exactly when you opened your eyes, only to see Heeseungâs flushed face looking at you with dark, desperation filled eyes. Thatâs when you finally came back to your senses.Â
You had just kissed Heeseung.Â
And you liked it.Â
Well, fuck!
You had to run, you had to leave.Â
Thatâs exactly what you did, panic clear on your face as Heeseung saw you rush out of his arms and run out of the apartment, he called out your name but you didnât look back, your heartbeat skyrocketing as you started your car to drive away.Â
It was all a blur to you as you somehow managed to reach the lakeside parking, which was almost empty on the side you had parked your car. Your mind was elsewhere, the taste of him lingered on your lips.Â
âWhat did I just do?â You asked yourself, covering your mouth as you groaned.Â
Mentally slapping yourself, even more so when you shifted in your seat, only to discover that you felt wetness in your panties. They were soiled simply because Heeseung had shoved tongue in your mouth.Â
âFuck you, Lee Heeseung,â you mumbled closing your eyes and leaning your head against the cold window, slowly unbuttoning your jeans, unzipping them right after.Â
âI hate you, I hate you,â you whispered, letting your fingers travel down your body, and into your panties.Â
The cold of your fingertips juxtaposed the warmth of your cunt, the warmth of your clit, your body reacting to the touch as you gasped, the image of Heeseungâs slender fingers crossing your mind as you pressed your cunt to feel something, anything, that would make you feel better. You were soaking wet.Â
All you wanted was to be taken care of, you wanted this frustration to go away and it didnât matter that you were in public, your car windows were tinted for a reason as you spread your legs and pulled your bottom wear down, exposing your cunt. A deep shaky breath left your mouth as you placed your fingers yet again.Â
Heeseung would rub your cunt in gentle circles.Â
Your subconscious said, as you stimulated your cunt, your eyelids fluttered close, thinking about Heeseung and his veiny hands. Thatâs exactly what you neededâwhat you craved.Â
Heeseung was right, youâre the one whoâs been so desperate to have him, that was proof enough as you moaned out his name, shoving two fingers inside your cunt that was begging to be filled with Heeseungâs cock. You threw your head back, desperately fucking yourself, teasing your neglected clit with your other hand.Â
âAhâfuck!â You cried out, thrusting your hips up to meet your fingers. It was almost pathetic how needy you were being, especially when you didnât even remember the last time being this horny.Â
Truth be told, no guy ever made you this wet with just a kiss, so it was definitely concerning how Heeseung (read: your enemy) had managed to do so just by provoking you non stop.Â
You mumbled his name, your thighs closing when you felt your high approaching, sweat forming on your forehead as you leaned against your seat, your right on the edge, a few more thrusts and youâd be done.
Your breathing gets louder, the plea of Heeseungâs name only makes your climax approach faster as you thrusted your digits in, sloppily so, a tear rolling down your cheek as the image of Heeseung moaning out your name flashed in your mind. That was your last straw.Â
Your thighs shook as your body tensed up, the familiar feeling of your unadulterated pleasure approaching washed over your body, now more powerful than ever, coating your fingers with your juices of desperation.Â
You were breathing hard, trying to come back to yourself after having the quickest, best orgasm of your life which most certainly did fog up your side of the window.Â
Thatâs when you let everything settle in your head, a scoff leaving your lips as you realized.Â
You wanted Lee Heeseung.Â
 Chapter 8. Revenge, sue for damages?Â
It felt like a walk of shame when you entered the apartment again, being careful to tiptoe, as to not alert Heeseung of your presence by any means. Too much had happened to you in the span of two days, and you werenât sure how youâd even get on terms with all of this.Â
You had successfully closed the door to your room by the time a thought popped up in your mind: what would Heeseung be up to now?Â
He didnât have any time to react when you left, even then he was calling out your name. You wondered if he even wished to talk to you anymore. You wondered if it was just a game to him, now that you had realized that you actually truly did want a piece of him, you couldnât help but think if he wanted the same, or was it just his way to maybe bother you?Â
You had no clue, and you most certainly werenât going to confront him about it, you hated every bit of confrontations, and this was something that made you want to run away and never come back.Â
Heeseung on the other hand was wide awake and aware of your presence. He felt calm now that you were back, he had been worried ever since you left hours ago, you never once checked your phone when he called you, it was on do not disturb, and you hadnât checked it. Heeseung wondered what youâd think of him when you see 26 missed calls on your phone.Â
He was confused, but there was a hint of a smile on his face as he touched his lips again for the nth time today, frowning right after as he thought of you never wanting to talk to him again.Â
Did he go too far this time?Â
He was dazed, a groan left his mouth as he punched the pillow next to him, he couldnât control himself, not when you were so close to him, not when your scent lured him in. That wasnât how he expected to kiss you, but now that he knew what you tasted like, it was hard for him to think of anything else but your lips.Â
However, the thought of you hating him kept him awake.Â
The thought of him hating you kept you awake.Â
And somehow you both fell asleep at the same time, your mind too tired to form another thought as you let the sleep take over.Â
You knew youâd wake up late, you were bound to wake up at 2 when you had slept (barely) at four in the morning.Â
However, in the midst of this chaos, you very conveniently forgot the plans you had made the prior day. Your head was hurting when you woke up, and you had no plans to go out of your room as you got up and took a shower in the bathroom attached to your room.Â
âUgh, whyâs my life like this?â You asked yourself as you brushed.Â
There was no answer, which only irritated you more.Â
It wasnât the best day, of course, but you decided to dress up a little just so you could feel betterâsomething you did when you felt down, despite not having a reason to dress up. You had to keep yourself occupied, especially when you could hear the cabinets opening and closing in the kitchen, which only made you hyper aware of how Heeseung was so close to you, yet so far away.Â
Were you making a big thing out of this?Â
You shook your head, grabbing your favourite cherry gloss and applying it over your lips, the lips that kissed Heeseung last night. It was hard not to stare at your lips in the mirror after that, you simply got zoned out yet again.Â
Youâve had enough of this, you sighed as you grabbed your phone, getting comfy on your bed yet again as you finally unlocked it, scrolling through the notifications to find something you didnât expect.Â
26 missed calls from Heeseung.Â
Did this mean that he was actually worried? Maybe he had something to say? Maybe he wanted to tell you that he didnât wish to talk to you anymore? Or maybe he simply wanted to confront you about it?Â
You were contemplating as you stared at the notifications, almost getting up to ask Heeseung about it, but then another ping of your phone stopped you right before you could go on outside.Â
Gyu đ°: Iâm here!!Â
Gyu đ°: Do I ring the bell or will that be disturbing?Â
Fuck.Â
You had called Beomgyu in for the day, the past few events lingered so hard in your mind that this fully skipped your mind. And he was outside already, which means if he rings the bell then Heeseung would probably be the one to answer the door.Â
âOh no,â you stood up, almost tripping on your feet as you heard the bell ring.Â
The door was open by the time you opened the door to your room, only to find Beomgyu and Heeseung right in front of each other.Â
ââI didnât know you lived here,â Beomgyu said, patting Heeseungâs shoulder as you observed them carefully.Â
Heeseung had his jaw clenched, his eyes on the flower bouquet that Gyu had oh so conveniently bought for you. Thatâs exactly when Gyu spotted you, waving at you and saying your name in a cheerful tone, that made Heeseung turn to look at you.Â
Only to find you dressed up, as if you got ready for Beomgyu, a scoff leaving his mouth which you missed as you stared at each other for a few seconds, not sure what to say.Â
Thatâs when you simply grabbed Gyuâs arm and dragged him to your room, closing the door behind you as he simply let you do everything with a whipped smile on his face.Â
âOh so weâre moving fast today, hm? You look so fucking pretty by the wayââ he started blabbering, making himself feel comfortable on your bed.Â
âShh,â you groaned, âstop please,â you whispered, and thatâs when he realized that you were being serious.Â
âHey, whatâs wrong?â He asked, concern evident on his face.Â
âA lot,â you said, grabbing his arm and making him face you, âare you ready for some gossip, Gyu?âÂ
You didnât give him a chance to reply, telling him everything from the very start as his eyes widened. He let out a scream or two in between which definitely hurt your ears, and you were hiding your face by the time you reached the part where you kissed Heeseung.Â
âIâm so jealous right now,â Gyu said out loud and you only gave him a look before continuing, leaving the majority of the part where you touched yourself, but also including the fact that youâve been sexually frustrated.Â
âSo thatâs what happened,â you said, gulping down and looking up at him.Â
He only blinked, once and then twice.Â
âSo what Iâm gathering here is the fact that Heeseung likes you and you, very sadly, like him back. Not to mention how youâre itching to have him fuck you,â he said, counting god knows what on his fingers, âbro really fucked a random girl after being hopelessly in love with you to prove his point, goddamn,â he whispered under his breath.Â
âOh shut up,â you mumbled, pouting at the reminder, âhe doesnât love me.â
âAre you blind? He chased me away each time I tried to approach you,â he said, eyes wide as he tried to tell you how wrong you were, your heart beating faster all of a sudden. Â
âIâm gonna kill myself actually.â A groan left your mouth as you covered your face, âIâm so embarrassed, so confused.â
âYou know what? You should fuck me to even things out with him,â Gyu said in the most innocent voice ever and you looked up at him yet again.Â
âGyu.â
âYes?â
âShut up.â
âOkay.â
He only chuckled, coming closer to you with a mischievous smile, âoh so you wanna fuck Heeseung, hm? Not me? Only Heeseung? Wow, youâre so down bad,â he teased you and you somehow tried to push him away but he only got louder.Â
âIâm gonna kill you,â you mumbled as he went on singing something.Â
âHeeseung and Y/N sitting under a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g,â He screamed.Â
Thatâs when you got up and started tickling his sides, to which he had an explosive reaction as he fully let out a whine like the subbiest-sub ever, moaning out your name shamelessly as you hit his chest, asking him to shut up and lower his voice.Â
But that didnât stop him from whining again when your fingers accidentally touched the sliver of his tummy, making him giggle like a kid right after, âpleaseâgo slow,â he cried out.Â
You stopped, looking at him being completely helpless and pouting, which was enough to get a giggle out of you, âoh lord,â you mumbled, shaking your head at his endless antics.Â
It certainly did help how he was there to listen to you, and of course, how he randomly suggested playing a game right after he was done whining.Â
However, what you didnât know was that Lee Heeseung had his ear pressed against your door, his timing ever so convenient as he managed to hear whines and groans reverberating your room, that being his last straw as he stomped away, back into his room to possibly throw a vase away or two, but he simply resorted to punching the wall a few times, his blood boiling at the imaginary image of you being intimate with Beomgyu of all people.Â
He sighed, punching the wall again, leaning his head against it right after, âthis canât be happening,â he mumbled, getting away and dramatically falling down on his bed with a face that screamed upset.Â
Heeseung felt like his life was ruined.Â
Beomgyu was living his best life teasing you.Â
You felt as if your life was a game as you sat down to play a board game with Gyu.
It was kind of funny how you were playing the game of life.Â
It was even funnier when Gyu added a blue peg to your car after you got married at the church and named the peg Heeseung.Â
It wasnât funny that Heeseung had yet again tried to eavesdrop by standing in front of your room, only to hear you and Gyu laughing about something, a clear reminder that he made you laugh, that you enjoyed your time with him.
Heeseung stared at the door as if he couldnât believe this.Â
He had to do something.Â
Chapter 9. The thin line between hate and love.Â
It was dark outside by the time Gyu left your apartment, peacefully so, as there was no sight of Heeseung when you got out of your room and it gave you enough time to clean up and take yet another shower, getting comfy in your shorts again.Â
You werenât sure what was in your mind anymore, while it was a given that you appreciated the distraction Beomgyu provided you with, you were also confused about everything thatâs been happening lately, and even if you did hate confrontations, you wanted to confront Heeseung about this.Â
However, it was nearing midnight by the time you realized exactly how hungry you are, munching on snacks did not help you much through the day and you didnât have much energy to go and cook something for yourself.Â
So, you opted for home delivery from one of your comfort food restaurants, happy about the fact that they were quick to deliver your meal, even if it was late at night. You paid the delivery man and headed straight to the kitchen to grab a plate and fork.Â
âHungry, hm?â A deep voice spoke right beside your ear, alarming you as you turned around to look at Heeseung, who didnât have a hint of a smile on his face, which was an unusual sight as he was always sporting at least a little grin if not more.Â
âHeeââ you gulped.Â
ââyeah?â He asked, his warm fingertips resting on your chin as he made you look up at him, âlook at me.â
You still couldnât look in his eyes.Â
He scoffed, âyouâre funny honestly, one second youâre kissing me as if your life depends on it, and the next second youâre fucking another guy,â he said, clicking his tongue before he poked his inner cheek with it.Â
You didnât expect this to happen, and you most certainly werenât expecting Heeseung to be mad about it. Did he interpret it wrong? You didnât fuck Beomgyu, but thatâs exactly what Heeseung thinks it is that you did the whole day, the whines probably didnât help, and it was no secret that Gyu was loud in everything he did.Â
Heeseung had you caged in his arms again, something he had done quite a few times after he shifted into your apartment, but the proximity never failed to faze you, his scent was as intoxicating as ever, and but at least he had decency to wear a loose fitted t-shirt this time.Â
You were zoning out again, but at the same time you were focused on his lips and how bruised they looked, as if he had been biting them out of frustration all dayâthe same lips you had so desperately kissed just yesterday, the same lips who had taken over your senses. They were so close to you again.Â
âWhy do you care?â You asked, something youâve been meaning to ask for a while, your face devoid of emotions.Â
âWhat?â He asked, taken aback by the sudden irritation that your voice now held.Â
âWhy the fuck do you care, Lee Heeseung? Isnât this just a game to you, hm? Isnât that what youâve been doing all along?â You pointed your finger at him.Â
It had started to rain outside, the downpour making the atmosphere seem darker than usual, you werenât the biggest fan of rain, and the situation only made it worse.Â
âWhy the fuck do you not understand?â He groaned, his arms on either side of you now as he took a shaky breath in, looking aside for a second as if trying to control his emotions from bursting out, âyou think itâs a fucking game to me?â
âWhat else?â You scoffed, you needed him to say whatever was on his mind, you needed to rile him to the point he couldnât help but tell you exactly what was going on, âis it not a game that you sabotage every time someone tries to approach me? Or when you keep bothering me with your constant attempt to pick fights? So whyâs it a problem that I called Gyu hereââ
ââdonât call him that.â
âWhy not? Donât like it? Itâs so cuteââ
Heeseung scoffed, âdid he fuck you that good?â He asked, his blood practically boiling by now.Â
You bit your bottom lip, smirking right after, âbetter than the girl you fucked, seeing how she didnât come back for more.â
âYeah, princess. Thatâs why you wish you were her, right? You watched me fuck her with wide eyes, you gulped your drool down when you saw my dick thrusting into her cuntâyou wanted it to be yours, I saw the jealousy in your eyes, baby. You canât lie to me,â he whispered, his lips caressing yours.Â
âOr, youâre jealous cause it wasnât you who fucked me. Isnât that what you wanted? Isnât that why you were moaning my fucking name?â You asked, your head tilted slightly to provoke him even more.Â
âYeah,â he breathed out, making you look up at him in confusion as you saw him being dead serious about what he was saying, his eyes dark, âYes Iâm jealous, I fucking hate it, cause youâre mine.â
âWhat?â You were taken aback.Â
âWhy? Whatâs so surprising, princess?â He chuckled, and you swore the butterflies you felt in your body were going feral, âyouâre mine, are you not?â He asked in a whisper.Â
The indirect confession hung in the air, the sound of your breathing along with the heavy raindrops was loud, but not louder than your own thoughts. You couldnât believe this was happening, itâs you who pushed him to confess, but it wasnât something you had expected.Â
There was nothing but sincerity in the way he stared at you, waiting for some kind of reply, and suddenly you were back in fifth grade, trying to make sense of your feelings for the same guy who stood in front of you, your lips parting to say something, but it was hard for you to form words.Â
He had you trapped, mentally and physically. Did you belong to him? Did he belong to you? Did you wish to see him with someone else again? The thought was enough to make your blood boil. Did you want him to fuck anyone who wasnât youâ
âAre you fucking mine or not, Y/Nâ?â He asked and you didnât let him speak anymore, grabbing him by his shirt as you surged forward in a rush to capture his rosy lips to yours.Â
His body reacted just as quick to kiss you back harder, his warm hand gripping your nape to keep you in place, your familiar taste simply had him groaning into your mouth, invading all your senses as you got dizzier in the essence of him, holding on to him tighter as you let yourself go as he sucked on your lips harsh enough for it to be swollen.Â
âMine,â he murmured against your lips, voice deeper than ever as he squeezed your waist, a gasp leaving your mouth, âbe good for me, hm?â He said, helping you sit on the kitchen counter right behind you.Â
He holds on to your leg, wrapping them around his waist as you pull your body even closer before he kisses you harder, even deeper, making sure that thereâs absolutely no space left in between youâhe needs to be close to you. Your clothed cunt pressed against him in a way that created the slightest amount of friction as you bucked your hips up in a rush.Â
He gladly swallowed all your whines, anger bubbling up about the fact that other people have gotten a chance to hear your pretty noises before him, but not anymore, cause you belonged to Lee Heeseung.Â
He was being rough the way he shoved his tongue into your mouth, hungry to taste you again and again, simply because it was impossible for him to get enough of you, your hands roaming all over his body to trace the hard muscles youâve been feeling up, hidden underneath his T-shirt, the tension lingering, the agitation increasing. You wanted more, you needed more.Â
âSay you want it,â he whispered, his forehead pressed against yours as you both took deep breaths, practically breathing each other in, his thumb prodding at your mouth as you swirled your tongue around it, making him groan and push his two digits into your mouth, watching how you suck on them so diligently, a whine leaving your mouth as he pulled the fingers back, depriving you of them, âsay it.âÂ
âWhat if I donât?â You clicked your tongue, pushing him back slightly with a smirk on your face, âwonât you touch me then?â You asked, looking at him innocently as you got off the counter, you could feel your panties being wet, walking to him, taking a step further to whisper in his ear, âwonât you fuck me?â You asked, biting his earlobe right after as you heard him suck in a sharp breath.Â
With that, you leaned back, walking back to your room as Heeseung stood there for a minute, trying his best to stay in control with his semi hard dick getting in the way, you being a brat wasnât helping him by any means. A groan left his mouth as he followed you into your room, to find you waiting for him on your bed, sitting comfortably.Â
âWere you this much of a brat with Beomgyu too?â He asked, the question itself had him frowning as you chuckled and shook your head no slowly, âahâno.â
He rolled his eyes, jaw clenched as he lifted his T-shirt up, messing up his hair even more as he threw it away somewhere on the floor, âyouâre a spoiled little princess, arenât you? Donât worry, love, Iâll make sure you beg for me.âÂ
You raised your brows, your eyes travelling down to stare at his body shamelessly, your bottom lip bitten as he walked over and climbed on the bed in a way that excited your body to the point that one touch from him would be enough to give you goosebumps.Â
âYou look cute when youâre jealous, yâknow?â You cooed right as he got close to you.Â
He didnât waste any second, pulling your body to him easily so you were sitting right on his lap, his back pressed against the headboard, hands resting on your ass, rubbing gentle circles on it with his thumb as he looked down his nose caressing yours in a touch that made your eyelids flutter shut.Â
âYeah, doll? Letâs see how cute I look when I donât let you cum, hm?âÂ
âWhat?âÂ
âWhat? Pretty baby wants to cum?â Heeseung teased, his hand inching upwards in a manner that pushed your t-shirt up just enough so his hand could squeeze your waist, his fingers tracing your skin smoothly.Â
You couldnât focus, not when he knew exactly how to invade all your senses. You liked the game of push and pull, but with how things have been, you knew you wouldnât last much longer, not when having Heeseung control your body, touching and guiding you, felt so good. It wasnât as if he knew what made you feel good, yet he was discovering how to make you gasp out of pleasure with ease.Â
Your hand on his bare skin only made the atmosphere seem hotter than it actually was. You simply nodded as a reply to his questionâyou needed to cum.Â
âCanât even use your words now, princess? What happened to your bratty attitude?â Heeseung chuckled against your skin, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses down your jawline, your body reacting to it almost instantly as you threw your head back, giving him more space to kiss you down your neck.Â
You needed to do something, so you lifted your hips slightly, only to sit right on top of his hardened cock, making him groan out against your skin, almost biting your neck which had you whining out loud, your fingers tugging on his hairâsomething that you had learned would drive him crazy.Â
âCanât control yourself, Lee?â You breathed out as a taunt, letting him bite your earlobe and practically growl out of frustration, licking and swirling his warm tongue on the expanse of your skin again, making you shiver and press down on his cock even more.Â
âSo fucking needy,â he rasped out, fingers playing with the hem of your shorts now, which was easy with how your legs were spread as you sat on his lap, making you hide your face in his neck, warmth spreading all over your body.Â
âPleaseâfuck!â You cried out, biting on his shoulder as he gently caressed your clothed cunt, making him chuckle even more.
âPlease what, princess?â He urged you to speak, even though your voice came out muffled as you pressed your face to his neck, the vibrations of your words making it hard for him to function.Â
âWant you,â you finally spoke up.Â
âYeah? Who do you belong to, doll?â He cups your cunt, just to see how your body would react.Â
You moaned, hips bucking to get more friction but he only pressed your cunt harder, possessiveness lacing every single one of his touches.Â
âYou.â Saying it out loud was the only way you could stop the teasing.Â
However, you couldnât deny how you felt butterflies when he finally repeated after you, âthatâs right, youâre my pretty little doll. All mine.âÂ
You nodded meekly, letting him take control of your body as you squirmed under his hold. Heeseung knew he had won as he easily turned you over to help you lay on your back, getting on top of you with ease, staring at you, his chocolate brown eyes sporting a lust filled expression, âIâll take care of you now.â
He dipped down to pepper kisses over the expanse of your skin, having had enough of your body being fully clothed, he asked if he could take your T-shirt off you and you lazily nodded, watching the most attractive man youâve ever laid eyes on helping you out of your shirt, scoffing once he learned that you werenât wearing a bra.Â
Suddenly, you were hyper aware of his gaze on your body, your hands working quick to cover your tits with embarrassment flooding your cheeks. However, he was still quicker to grab your wrists, pinning them above your head in a swift go.Â
âNever hide your pretty body from me ever again, itâs mine to worship, yeah?â He whispered, his hot breath nuzzling against your lips as you nodded along with him, as if in a trance.Â
Your chest heaved up and down with the bubbling excitement in you, your thighs pressed up against each other as the wetness seeped through your panties, soiling your shorts as well.Â
Heeseung smirked, âsuch a good girl when you listen to me,â he praised, eliciting a whine out of you. You never knew a praise would be enough to give you goosebumps.Â
The tip of his nose grazed your skin as he stopped right on your throat, licking your sensitive spot with his warm tongue, your back arching as you obliviously gave him more space to kiss and suck on your clavicle as he grinds against you, and you love how he overpowers you.Â
Your breath hitches the second his lips reach your torso, right above your left boob, and youâre almost sure he can hear your heart beating out of your ribcage with how much his presence affects you, and he simply looks up at you to press the most daunting yet soothing kiss right above your heart, as if he was trying to get the fact across that it belonged to him now.Â
You couldnât look away, gaze peering down as he covered your nipple with his puckered lips, your moans encouraging him even further as he shamelessly sucked your tits, setting your wrists free to fondle your other tit, squeezing it harshly to see your expression contort into that of pain, but it was full of pleasure instead.Â
His thumb played with your nipples, rubbing circles on it gently to get them hard, only to pinch them right after, covering them with his mouth right after to soothe the painâsomething you didnât think youâd find pleasing but you did, especially when you squirmed around and he held you in place with ease.Â
Grazing your tits with his teeth had you whimpering, holding on to his arm, digging your nails as you held on to him tight.Â
âYou like that, baby?â He smirked, hand sneaking down into your panties, your eyes rolling back at the slightest touch of his fingers against your sensitive slit, which was wet with your arousal.
âTaste how wet you get for me, princess,â he muttered, proud of how his two digits were covered with your slick, glistening under the warm, dim lights of your room.Â
You parted your lips, pushing your tongue out to let him rest the two of his fingers there as you took him in, swirling your tongue around his slender fingers coated in your wetness. A hum left your mouth at the same time as Heeseung groaned at the sight of you being a sweet little doll for him, doing whatever he says.Â
He couldnât be gentle anymore, he had to taste you.Â
âGood girl,â he praised, brushing his thumb on your bottom lip before coating your tits with your saliva, circling your nipples as he placed open mouthed kisses as a trail down your torso, trying his best not to leave any area untouched.Â
You mindlessly chanted his name, moaning out in desperation as he got closer to your cunt, looking at you once. He appeared to be a hungry beast, the one who wouldnât stop once he gets a taste of your cuntâthe cunt heâs been dreaming about for so long.Â
He made you feel the things you hadnât ever felt before, sending shivers up your spine with each touch of his. However, he was done being slow with you. As much as he loved to give your tits his undivided attention, he couldnât leave your desperate little cunt unattended.Â
Your shorts were off in a swift go, leaving you almost bare with your panties on, his eyes darkening as he let lust cloud his mind. Holding your thighs open, he made himself comfortable in between them, mumbling about how every inch of you is perfect to him, your toes curling his breath got heavier.Â
He pressed an experimental kiss on your inner thigh, squeezing them once he heard your body react to it, a sweet little whimper leaving your swollen lips in the process. You grab a chunk of his hair, pulling on them and crying when he pushed your knees up, biting and sucking on your soft flesh of thigh as a promise that itâll leave bruise marks.Â
His marks all over your body, he needed to mark you up, not even bothering to hide his possessiveness as he mumbled mine under his breath, continuing his ministrations, stopping right in front of your soiled panties, taking a deep breath.Â
âOh princess, you smell so sweet for me,â he said, grabbing the thin fabric of your underwear, pulling them to the side, wrinkling them up without any care.Â
You propped yourself up slightly, the sight of Heeseung staring at your cunt as if heâs found treasure which he wishes to devour carnally wasnât something you had ever thought youâd witness, but here he was, breathing deeply inches away from your cunt, purposely blowing hot breath on your soaked core, trying to agitate you further. Â
âHeeseungâfuck! Please,â you groaned, urging him to get closer, to be where you need him the most.Â
âYes, princess?â He asked breathily, dark eyes still fixated on your pussy as he whispered, âpretty.âÂ
âPlease,â you begged feebly.Â
âPlease what, love?âÂ
You couldnât help it anymore, pushing his head into your bucked hips was the easy way to get things going, tugging on his silky roots as you held him in place, a loud moan reverberated the room just as he groaned into your cunt, your eyes fluttering shut at the heavenly sensation you felt all over your body.Â
âFuck, Iâve wanted this from so long,â Heeseung mumbled like a madman, absolutely letting himself go, not holding back as he devoured your cunt, licking and sucking on your folds, commanding your body well as he held your legs open with his strong grip on your thighs. Â
Peppering featherlight kisses on your clit, he made you sigh breathily, his name on the tip of your tongue as you kept on whining, even more so when he shoved his face deeper, sucking on your sensitive nub as the warmth of his fingers traced the long strokes on your folds.Â
âLoveâyourâcunt,â he groaned with each lick, pulling you into him, easing your thighs on his sturdy shoulders as he slipped his tongue into your clenching hole, âall mine now, all fucking mine.â
His lips were covered with your arousal, his thumb taking over to rub circles on your clit, sending your over the edge as you tried to get a hold of yourself, but it felt goodâthe best youâd ever felt, and you could already feel your eyes rolling to the back of your head as he added more pressure to your poor clit.Â
Your legs shook around his head, your cunt clenching as he continued to fuck his tongue deeper and deeper, as much as he could humanly manage. He could have sworn he was drunk, too pussy drunk to even move from there. He was the reason you were this wet, he got you wet, he needed to take care of your cunt and be accountable for the same.Â
With his movements getting harsher, it only took a moment longer before you found yourself reaching your high, whines leaving your mouth as you fell apart on his tongue, giving him exactly what he had been so eagerly trying to get out of you.Â
Your cum covered the expanse of his skinâlips and chin shining as he licked big stripes of your now overly-sensitive cunt just to make sure he laps up every bit of the juice you so lovingly gave to him, âso fucking beautiful,â he kissed your clit again.Â
You took deep breaths, eyes still closed as you savored the moment, Heeseung staring at you with shiny eyes, trying to memorize every bit of your expressions. You looked like an angel to him, a sweet doll who was made to be kept safe with him. He wanted to keep you safe.Â
The sight was orgasmic, Heeseungâs raging boner would agree with it, however he wasnât done having a taste of you, he was greedy by all means, almost as if he got addicted to your taste within seconds, he wanted to taste you again, and again.Â
Before you could even register what was going on, Heeseung grabbed your panties from the hem, ripping them into two instead of simply sliding them down your legs, your eyes widening at the sight of your now torn underwear.Â
He doesnât give you much chance to say anything, his lips latched to your sensitive cunt in an instant, your response of moans almost pavlovian, even more so when his digits prodded your entrance. He buried two fingers at once, deep down to the knuckles, loving how you clenched around him uncontrollably, your lewd noises almost pornographic as he continued his ministrations.Â
The tip of his nose brushed your clit in the right way, his fingers curling inside you at the same time just for you to try and close your thighs out of sheer pleasure, which overstimulated you, but he was stronger as he held your legs open.Â
Heeseung didnât feel sober by any means, he knew he wouldnât last much longer either, especially with how heâs absolutely drunk on the essence of your cunt and the melody of your moans. Pressing his clothes cock harder on the mattress, he sped up, fingering you with no resistance, your wetness being the perfect lubricant for him.Â
âDoing so well for me, such a good slut for me,â he groaned against your cunt.Â
You jolted out of pleasure, his pace and words left your pussy tightening as a signal that your second orgasm was approaching faster than ever, which only encouraged him to eat you out faster, shoving another finger into you as his dick twitched with unadulterated pleasure.Â
Heeseungâs name was all you knew as you rode out your orgasm with desperation, tears cascading down your cheek and you swore you saw stars with how hard you came undone, watching him lick you up before he got up, getting rid of his pants and boxers in one go.Â
You could only breathe deeply, eyes shamelessly taking in his hardened cock, the tip red and leaking with how much heâd held back all this while. You clumsily tried to get up, your legs still shaking as you sat up, âcan Iââ you tried to ask, embarrassed.Â
âHm, can you what, princess?â He asked, looking extremely attractive with his hair all over the place, lips cherry red and swollen, still glistening with the remains of your cum all over.Â
âWanna taste you,â your voice was barely a notch above whisper.Â
âOhâfuck. Youâre such a pretty little slut for me,â he chuckled with amusement, âyeah? Is that what my doll wants? Want my cock in your sweet little mouth?â He asked, standing right in front of your mouth.Â
You nodded, your eyes big and pleading which only had him twitching, even more so when you gently grabbed the base of his cock, placing the faintest kiss on his tip, âa slut for you, yeah,â you mumbled, peppering kisses all over his length as he bit his lip at the sight, adamâs apple bobbing up and down when he gulped.Â
With your tongue swirling around the tip, you finally took him in the warmth of your mouth, a loud moan escaping his lips once he saw you with your cheeks hollowed, sucking him in so desperately, your hands massaging his balls simultaneously. He grips the back of your head, holding you in place as you sucked harshly on the tip of his dick, his body shuddering with immense pleasure.Â
He was already leaking when he tasted you, but having you on your knees for him, looking up with tears in your eyes as you drooled and whined, sending vibrations up his cock, that was it for him, but you didnât let him move back, feeling the warm clawing of his orgasm on your tongue as you let him finish inside your mouth.Â
He had beads of sweat forming on his forehead by the time he finished, taking deep breaths but still staring at you, eyes full of adoration as you took his cock out of your mouth with a pop.Â
âYou okay, love?â He asked, sitting down next to you, caressing the curve of your cheek gently.Â
You let him sit down next to you, and he did not expect you to open your mouth to show your tongue after you gulped down his cum.Â
âFuck, oh fuck,â he groaned, chuckling right after and cupping your jaw, âweâre so not done here, princess,â he said and your eyes widened.Â
âWâwhat?â You asked, breathing in deeply when he pressed a firm kiss on your lips, not moving back as he spoke.Â
âYou really thought Iâd let you go without fucking that pretty cunt of yours, hm?â
âHeeseungâItâs so sensitive right now,â you whispered, holding on to his arm.Â
âShh, you can take it, right?â
His tone was enticing, the proximity paired with the intoxication Heeseung so eagerly provided had you nodding at his words. No guy had ever made you cum more than once and here Heeseung was, on his way to give you your third orgasm of the night.Â
âYeah,â you whispered.Â
âYeah?â He asked, tone breathy.Â
âYeah, please,â you replied, and he chuckled, pulling you into another rushed kiss, slotting his lips against yours.Â
His kisses got harsher as he pushed you down on the bed again, holding you underneath him, your body reacting to him in an instant as you spread your legs further when he pushed his thigh up, pressing it on your cunt.Â
You moaned into his mouth, he swallowed every bit of it, almost greedy as if he didnât want anyone else to even hear how pretty you sound. It was just for him, you were made for him.Â
âReady, baby?â Heeseung asked, rubbing the tip of his cock against your pussy, the wetness lubricating his length as he stroked himself a few times, looking back at you when you nodded, âare you sure?âÂ
âHmâyeah. Are you?â You asked back.Â
âNever been more ready for anything, princess,â he whispered, dipping down to press his lips against yours.Â
He wastes zero time, both your eyes fluttering shut in ecstasy as he pushed himself into your needy hole, your back arching as you both shifted to be closer to each other, the stretch of his thickness was almost delicious and you couldnât help but dig your nails on his back, trying to get a hold of yourself.Â
Heeseung moans out loud without any care, the way your walls gripped his bulbous size, âfucking hell you feel so good,â he cursed out loud.Â
Bottoming out was easy with how aroused you were, your wetness making him slide in deeper than any cock youâve ever taken before. It felt straight out of a wet dream how Heeseung looked at you with hooded eyes, a smirk forming on his face at your obvious pleasure filled expression.Â
âYou see this, princess?â He pulled back, thrusting in harder as you mewled, his hand coming to rest right on top of your abdomen, pressing down right there just enough so he could feel his cock bulge, âtold you itâd reach right here.â He chuckled.Â
âYouâre crazy,â you cried out, âso fucking bâbig.â
âAnd you love it,â he hisses as you clench up around him, moaning and agreeing with whatever your pretty boy had to say.Â
Ramming into your hole made your tits bounce with each hard thrust of his, tempting him enough to reach forward to capture your nipple between his lips, sucking on them with no gentleness. Â
You tug on his hair, something that you knew would drive him insane. He practically growled, biting your nipple and sucking on it, littering marks all around your chest all while pistoning into you.Â
âMine, youâre fucking mine,â he mumbled, the sound of skin slapping resonating the room, which was the prettiest sound Heeseung had ever heard, simply because it was a harmony of you and him, adding your whines and moans to the mix only made it better.Â
âGodâHeeseung,â you struggled to breathe, now gripping your sheets as he abused your pussy, almost demonic in a wayâsomething you really needed to satiate your desires, which Heeseung was fulfilling oh so beautifully.Â
Just when you thought it wouldnât get any better, Heeseung pushed two of his fingers right on your sensitive bundle of nerves, working them in circles as if he was a professional and you couldnât keep your eyes open anymore.Â
âDid I say you were allowed to look away?â Heeseung asked, coming closer to your face, however you could barely form a reply, which had him scoffing and stopping his actions, finally getting a cry out of you as you looked at him.Â
âThatâs a good doll, keep your eyes on me, yeah?â He whispered, sinking in impossibly deeper as you let your tears out, which turned him on even more than he thought was possible, âlove how wet you get for me, shitâyou feel so fucking good for me,â he said, dragging his tongue up your cheek, gathering your salty tears and licking them up.Â
You loved every second of this, his hand coming to slap your ass, grabbing a fistful of it to grope you harder while you absolutely let yourself submit to him, his dirty words only making you clench harder, your skin burning with the traces of his touch all over.Â
You felt like you were being split open as he rambled about how good you felt, it was addicting how your name rolled off his tongue in a possessive moan as he fucked you with pure need, also kissing you from time to time, his forehead pressed against yours as he stimulated your clit faster.Â
The room felt misty almost, but that was just the essence of you both being ever so desperate with each other, like your friends had always saidâyou needed to fuck it out.Â
And Heeseung was doing a splendid job at it, your legs twitching at this point with how sensitive your body was, body too fucked out, words not making any sense minus the few weak moans of Heeseungâs name.Â
You were so turned on, you didnât want this to end but it was beyond impossible for you to hold yourself any longer, âgonnaâgonna cum, please,â you begged, grabbing his face and pulling him into a kiss as he grunted out.Â
âYeah, kitten? Gonna cum for me? Do it, baby,â he whispered.Â
His strong arms held you in place, pushing himself deep in your pulsing pussy as if you were a toy to him, but his kisses said otherwise, they were full of longing and endless desire, and he never wished to stop.Â
With a deep breath, you pulsated around him, leaking around his size with each aggressive pounding he gave you, and before you knew it, you were squirting all over his cock, ruining your bedsheets and surprising Heeseung who only rubbed your clit harder.Â
âFuckâyouâre so hot,â he groaned, a final thrust shooting his load of cum inside your cunt, staying right there as you both breathed the same air, taking a few minutes to lay side by side when he pulled out, the mixture of your cum dripping down your cunt.Â
Heeseung still held on to you, his arms wrapping your body close to him, patting your back gently, âyou okay, love? You did so well for me,â he mumbled, kissing your forehead.Â
A newfound warmth spread your body as you witnessed Heeseung being genuinely sweet to you, a small smile caressing your face as you nodded, snuggling close to him and he let you do that, whispering praises in your ear, making you laugh and laughing along with you.Â
He knew you both couldnât sleep on your bed for the night, so he asked you if you wished to sleep with him, and it somehow left you shy as you said yes. Getting up was hard when your legs felt wobbly, but Heeseung was strong enough to help you up and go to the washroom with you.Â
You both were silent as he helped you sit on the marble counter of the washbasin, grabbing your towel and dampening it with lukewarm water, you simply observed him being absolutely concentrated, devoted almost with how he cleaned you up, a pout forming on his lips as he did so.Â
It was endearing how soft he was all of a sudden, and you needed him to speak up and talk about everything thatâs been happening with you both, the mixed signals, the teasing, the jealousy, and of course, the intimate moment you just shared, it needs to be discussed.Â
You stayed mum, observing him till he was satisfied cleaning you, asking if you felt okay, comfortable with him. Nodding with a little smile was enough of an answer for him, as he made sure to dress you up in the comfiest oversized t-shirt he owned, and soon you were both getting comfortable under his blanket.
Thatâs when you decided to finally talk to him about the whole situation.Â
âSoââ you started, slight awkwardness in your voice as Heeseung turned to look at you, his face practically shining.Â
âUhâwhy did you likeâhate me? Or did whatever you did toââ
âWoah woah, calm down, baby,â he said, clearly noticing the panic in your voice.Â
You were never the one to confront.Â
âI never hated you, how could I? You just ignored me from the fifth grade and I didnât know what to doââ he paused, as if ashamed of himself in a way.Â
âYou hated me, Heeseung,â you said, eyes widening at the accusation.Â
âMe?â
âYeah, donât you remember?â
âNo,â he dragged, as if trying to think of where it went wrong.Â
You sat up straighter, wincing slightly due to the obvious soreness between your legs, looking at him, âwow, you really donât know?â
Heeseung looked lost as ever. Â
âFifth grade, the house party? The so-called biggest party of the year? You donât remember playing truth and dare?â You asked, looking up at him with big eyes which he found so adorable.Â
âOh, yeah. Thatâs the party we went to but then you started ignoring me after it,â Heeseung spoke, wondering what went wrong.Â
âGod, you really are so clueless. We all went together, you and our group, we never really talked much butâbut I had a little crush on youâhey! Donât smirk, so yeah,â you continued and he chuckled.Â
What you didnât know was that he was feeling all sorts of giddy deep inside. You liked him? You? The girl heâs always wanted, liked him back?Â
âYou were asked this question in front of every single person we knew,â you said, a sad pout on your face, âto name someone youâd be willing to kiss in that room.â
Heeseung finally understood where you were heading but you didnât let him interrupt, resting your finger on his lips.Â
âYou know what you said?â
âI didnât mean it that wayââ
âDo you really remember what you said?â Your voice was louder now, a genuine look of disbelief on your face, âyou said youâd kiss anyone in that room but me.â
There was haunting silence as you finished your sentence, you tried to sit up, only for your legs to give out as you fell directly into Heeseungâs arms. This shut you up in a second before you gulped and folded your arms, face heating up regardless of the whole situation, which almost felt comical at this point.Â
Then you started whining and complaining about how humiliating the situation was, a clear sign that Heeseung absolutely hated her and how she had to run away from the party with a heavy heart feeling hurt, as her crush had practically rejected her.Â
In front of everyone at that.Â
âListen to me,â he said, voice deep and eyes earnest as he grabbed your arms, making sure your whole attention was on him.Â
âYou never used to look at me, even then. Whenever I tried to, someone would get in between us. That dayâI truly wanted to ask you out.â
âWhat?â
âYeah, I do think I said it the wrong way. I knew you hadnât had your first kiss,â he said, looking elsewhere for a second, âand I knew if I took your name then theyâd make me kiss you as the dare right after. I didnât want our first kiss to be like that, in front of everyone, as a dare.â
âYou cannot be serious,â you muttered in complete amusement.Â
âBut you ran out of the party and stopped talking to me altogether so I had to resort to other waysââ
âLike pranking and bothering me?â
ââwell, it did help me get your attention, didnât it?â He smirked, and you scoffed.Â
âYouâre such a duffer, Lee Heeseung,â you chuckled, still not over the fact that all of this hatred, jealousy, pranks, and well, weird but angry arguments, were all based on what?
A misunderstanding.Â
You both stared at each other for a few seconds before bursting into laughter, him pulling you close as you felt his chest vibrate, chuckling over this ridiculously stupid misunderstanding.Â
âSo, youâve liked me all along, huh?â He teased, and you pushed him away with a chuckle, mustering a stoic expression.Â
âDonât even start, Lee Heeseung. You have been bothering me because you liked me but didnât have the balls to say it!â You laughed and he looked offended.Â
âExcuse me?â He raised his eyebrow, tickling you all over with a smile as you squirmed, laughing uncontrollably before hitting on his arm a few times.Â
âWaitâwait! I have to tell you something,â you said, trying to sit up again.Â
âYeah, princess?â He whispered.Â
âSo, about what happenedââ
âGod, you look so pretty,â Heeseung said out of nowhere, staring at you with heart eyes, making you smile shyly.Â
If the past you would look at yourself, youâd probably end up throwing up with how cheesy it looked, yet right now, in the moment, everything felt right with Heeseung.Â
âAnyway.â You shook your head before looking at him sheepishly, âremember when Beomgyu came home right?â
Heeseung frowned at the mention of his name.Â
âWeâdidnât have sex,â You let out.Â
âWhat?â He practically exclaimed, âhe didnât touch you? You didnât do anything? But I heardââ
âYeah he was bothering me so I tickled him and he moanedâbut wait, you were listening to us? Eavesdropping?â You asked, âoh you were that jealous? Couldnât help but listen pathetically from behind the closed doorsââ
He shut you up by kissing you again, not stopping as you pulled him closer with a smile.Â
âYouâre crazy,â Heeseung breathed out and you knew he meant it in a good way.Â
âAnd youâre mine,â you smiled, gently rubbing your nose against his.Â
âSo fucking yours.â He mirrored your expression, pulling you in for a sweet kiss.Â
At that moment, you truly felt happy.Â
And thatâs all that mattered.Â
Chapter 10: I saw it coming.Â
Itâs baffling.Â
Transitioning from your so-called enemies to future potential lovers. The bickering is still there, however, now it results in a passionate makeout session and more.Â
Apparently Heeseung was hellbent on fucking you in every corner of your house, till everyone came back that is. He wouldnât even sleep in separate rooms, sticking by your side as if his life depended on it, even offering to shower with you sayingââit saves waterâ only for him to fuck you in there.Â
It was surprising each time Heeseung acted cheesy in front of you, making food for you, only to feed you with his own hands. He, the one who acted all tough and nonchalant in front of others, was the same guy who begged you for cuddles, head pats, kisses.Â
You had never thought he would ever be willing to sit down and watch Barbie movies with you but yet again, he proved you wrong. He was so loving, as if it came naturally to him, which was a surprise given he never had a girlfriend before.Â
He had the biggest pout on his face as you laughed with your whole heart, holding the couple keychain Heeseung insisted you have. As cheesy as it got, you loved it, and he loved seeing you smile.Â
Especially when he was the one who made you smile.Â
âDoes this mean weâre dating now?â
âWâwhat? Are we not?â Heeseung asked, slightly taken aback and you chuckled.Â
âWell, you didnât ask me to be your girlfriend yet,â you mumbled.Â
âOh, okay then let me do it right now,â he said, getting down on one knee with the keychain in his hand, âwill you, Y/N, make me the happiest man alive and let me be your boyfriend?â He asked, with glittering eyes.Â
You rolled your eyes affectionately, âyouâre so cute, Lee Heeseung, and yes, I allow you to be my boyfriend,â you smiled, pecking his lips softly.Â
However, being so engrossed in your own little world now, you both forgot something highly important that was going to happen today.Â
Your friends were literally standing outside the apartment, opening the door, as you and Heeseung casually sat on the couch, practically eating each otherâs faces off.Â
Safe to say, the reaction was no less than explosive, especially the scream that left their mouths, a look of pure horror gracing their faces, your expression mirroring their own, as if you got caught doing something illegal.Â
Everyone was shocked, minus Sunghoon, who simply leaned against the door with his arms folded and a knowing smirk on his face.Â
âTold ya theyâd be fucking by the time we come back.â
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jump then fall (into you) | part 1
banner by the talented @jimilterâ đ
pairing â jungkook x reader
genre â cruise AU, fake dating AU, best friends to lovers AU | fluff, angst, smut
word count â 52k (split into 3 parts | pt 1. 24k)
18+ | warnings â swearing, drinking, sexual content: foreplay, oral m. and f., nipple play, protected sex etc.
summary â bringing Jungkook along as your date to your exâs lavish cruise wedding seemed like a perfect idea at first â all of your family and close friends together, nothing can go wrong⊠then Jungkookâs ex shows up and all of a sudden youâre in a years long relationship with him. You donât mind though, really, how hard can sharing a cabin and pretending to be deeply in love with your best friend really be?
note. i'm backkkkk...?! with a disclaimer too:
Iâve been writing this on and off for pretty much two years so 1. it's not proofread bc i have not got the attention span to do that for 50k+ and I never got to read over what I previously wrote before working on it again so it might be a bit mismatchedâŠ? 2. I canât say Iâm hugely happy with this fic because it wasnât a continuous workflow, it just doesnât match the standards I have for myself but i tried and Iâll do better for the next ones which Iâm excited about ;)
please interact and tell me how you find it! <3 it's been forever and i've missed you all đ„ș
due to tumblr text post limitations, Iâve had to publish in three parts â links for part 2 + 3 can be found at the end.
 â  a part of the seven seas collab hosted by the wonderful yannie @ressjeon đđ„° two years late but I made it :â)
part 1
âGosh, Y/N, itâs a three week trip, youâre not going for a year!âÂ
The frustration in Jungkookâs voice has you whipping around, a pair of Valentinoâs in one hand, Manoloâs in the other. âItâs Alexâs wedding cruise, Jungkook. Everyone and their parents are going to be there, mine included!âÂ
âNot mine!â he huffs, putting the last of your swimsuits into the suitcase open in front of him. You donât blame him for being so frustrated, after all, he has been folding your clothes for the last hour while his single suitcase sits ready to go downstairs in the foyer.Â
âActually in case youâve forgotten,â you start, stepping carefully through the piles of clothes in your massive closet to go towards him, âmy mom has fed and even bathed you once after that time you wet yourself, so technically sheâs as good as yours too.â
âThat was one time, and I barely even remember it so it doesnât count.â
âI do,â you smile, coming to stop in front of him.Â
He sighs, looking down at the stilettos youâre holding. âWeâve been packing for hours already, you shouldâve done this nights ago if it was gonna take this long.â
Now itâs you whoâs sighing. âItâs been an hour not hours, besides weâre almost done now.â
Jungkook arches his brow, folding his arms in front of him. âThen whatâre all your clothes doing on the floor?â
âThey just need to go in one of the suitcases,â you smile. âSee, weâre almost done.â
Unconvinced, Jungkook looks around at the mess but eventually nods. âFine, but you can finish yourself, Iâm going to eatââ
âNo, wait, you canât leave me!â you exclaim, reaching for Jungkook as your eyes go wide as a doe.
Telltale traces of a smile on Jungkookâs features let you know he was expecting this. He looks down at you, a loose curl hanging over his forehead. There was once a time when you were the taller one, but that only lasted a few years before Jungkook got in a good few inches between you.Â
Both of you were just turning six when you first met although it always felt like Jungkook was a little younger to you in the first few years of your friendship, probably because of his naturally introverted nature which he more often steps out of when he feels comfortable to do so. But back then, he was just a wide eyed six year old who hid behind his mother as she came to work on her first day at the estate you call home.Â
Knowing Jungkook was the same age as you and from a single parent household, your mom suggested that he could stay with you instead of his mom needing to hire someone to look after him while she worked. That was probably one of the best things that ever happened to the both of you. Jungkook became a better friend to you than many of those at your private school full of elementary school kids who wished they were ten years older than they were, and as the years went on there was nothing you didnât do together.Â
Naturally, your family got to know Jungkook well and being the little smartass heâs always been, Jungkook impressed your father so much that he helped him to apply for a scholarship position as you moved into high school. Of course Jungkook got in, and though it was only a partial scholarship, your father insisted on paying the rest of his fees which his mother found hard to accept but Jungkook promised your father to pay him back in the future. Fast forward a little more than a decade and Jungkook has paid back all of the fees thanks to being CEO of an affluent software company developed from his love of gaming.Â
He struggles to fight his smile and you can see heâs contemplating going down or not, having to choose between food or you. âWhat do you even need me for?â he asks, taking the smallest step closer, so small you donât even notice.Â
âFashion advice?â you shrug, keeping an iron-like grip on his arms.Â
He narrows his eyes. âYou told me my fashion style is shit.â
âWas,â you correct, sliding your hands up his arms and down his chest with a satisfied smile. âNow is different though, Iâve rubbed off on you.â You glance down at his figure too, checking out his outfit.Â
Jungkook chuckles as he follows your gaze. âWhy would you need my help when you have yourself then, hm?â
Pouting at him, your arms slip around his waist and squeeze him in a hug. âYouâre Mr Muscle, who else is gonna help me carry all this stuff?â
He pouts back sarcastically. âIs princess gonna break a heel if she carries her own suitcase?â
As you shrug, your brows remain furrowed. âMaybe, or a nail,â you say, letting one hand off his waist to show off a fresh manicure. As you wiggle your fingers ahead of him, he breaks into a smile.Â
âYou know you have a bunch of dudes in suits downstairs, just waiting to help you with this stuff. Iâm pretty sure itâs their job.âÂ
âYes, but they donât give me fashion advice like you do,â you respond with a cheeky wink.
Jungkook takes the heels youâre holding off of you. âHereâs some advice â pack light.â He throws the heels behind him somewhere in your closet, earning a frown from you as your eyes follow where they land in the middle of your blown out closet.Â
âFine,â you sigh, looking back up at him. âIâll lose the heels if you promise youâll stay with me now.â
As a small smile grows on his lips, Jungkookâs arms find their way around your waist too. âOnly if you promise youâll make me a sandwich before we go?â His smile grows knowingly as he gives in to your charm â youâve always found itâs easy to encourage Jungkook to go along with whatever you want, he just canât seem to say no to you.Â
âPB and J?â you ask with a smile that matches his.
He nods once, eyes shimmering as he still gazes at you.Â
âOf all the foods you could ask for, itâs always PB and J,â you laugh.
He shrugs, letting go as you move to finish packing. âThereâs nothing else I want.â
Arching a brow, you throw a few pairs of linen pants towards one of the suitcases in your closet. âWe literally have a live-in chef, you know, Frederico, the guy you have a secret handshake with?â
âYes, what of him?â Jungkook says huffing.Â
âAnd you still want PB and J when he can make you anything?â
Jungkook steps towards your suitcase and picks up a pair of pants to roll. âI know that, but I just need some food in me and quick, so the simple option is best.â
Stepping forward, you take the pants off of him and roll them yourself. âIf you would be patient enough to wait a few more minutes then you could have a sandwich thatâll fill you up for longer than half an hour.â
âAnd if you didnât have more clothes than half the country combined then we would probably already be on our way to the airport,â Jungkook responds sassily, cocking his head.
âDonât get smart with me or I wonât make your sandwich,â you sass back.
âIâll just ask Freddie to make it for me and you donât get Mr Muscle.â
Grumbling, you shove the rolled pants back into his hands as he laughs, taking them to place in one of the open suitcases. Not long after, all of your suitcases are packed and in the car, ready to go.Â
The drive to the airport takes a little under an hour and upon arriving, the car takes you straight to the jet. Apparently you did take a little too long packing as your mom so pointedly lets you know after arriving, but luckily for you thereâs a few others missing from the families youâre taking the jet with. With time to kill, Jungkook and you have a few idle chats with the others, most of whom you went to school with so the conversation comes easily but eventually you settle into the seats opposite your parents.Â
âHow was your drive here, darling?â your mom asks while closing her bag after a little skin TLC.Â
âIt was fine,â you answer, pulling out your own bag full of the skincare you deemed necessary to carry for the plane trip.Â
âAnd how did you find it, Jungkook?âÂ
Jungkook shrugs. âIt was good.â
âLovely,â she smiles. âItâs going to be a wonderful trip.â
From beside her, your dad sighs, putting away his tablet. âDo we know how long the flight is to Marbella?â
âOh, honey,â your mom frowns disapprovingly. âDonât be such a grumpy lump before weâre even in the air.â
Jokingly, your father looks at Jungkook and you, and then gives your mom a side eye. âI just had a few important meetings that Chris accidentally scheduled for today so Iâm wondering if I could still make them online.â
Dismissively, your mom waves her hand. âNo work talk, weâre here to enjoy ourselves.â
âAlright, youâre right,â your dad concedes. âMaybe to start we could get a few drinks then, eh?â He raises his brow at Jungkook who approves with a big smile and both of them flag down a flight attendant.Â
Once thereâs a drink in everyoneâs hand, your parents settle into conversation with Jungkook and you.Â
âSo are you excited to see Alex, Y/N?â your father asks.Â
âAbsolutely,â you smile. âThough I think Iâm more excited to see Sophia and Alias, itâs been a long time since Iâve gotten to spend time with them.â
âOh, Jungkook, you must be excited to see Sophia too,â your mom says with a bit of a cheeky smile.
Jungkook chuckles nervously, glancing at you though youâre sporting the same smile as your mother. âI mean, yeah, weâre good friends.â
âWell if you werenât, things would be pretty awkward,â your dad laughs before helping himself to some food he ordered with the drinks.Â
âYeah,â Jungkook mutters, managing a small laugh.
âOh come on, guys,â you laugh, nudging him. âSheâs happy youâre coming too.â
He nods appreciatively before taking a sip of his drink. âItâs her parents Iâm more worried about.â
At this, your mom laughs too. âOh, Leon and Helena love you really, dear, itâs all just for a laugh.â She leans forwards and squeezes his hand with her usual tender smile. âThough if it really bothers you, we could have a word with them, without letting on itâs coming from you of course.â
Smiling, Jungkook shakes his head. âThanks, thatâs really sweet of you but itâs alright, I can take the daggers I get from them,â he chuckles. âAfter all, what I did was pretty awful.â
âYou were sixteen,â you say, patting on the last of your moisturiser.Â
He shrugs. âI know, but sheâs their little princess.â He looks across at you and then glances at your parents. âItâs like someone doing that to you, your parents would be mad.âÂ
At that, your father hums in agreement.
âHeck, Iâd be mad,â Jungkook adds.Â
Looking at him, he shrugs again and smiles. Before you can say anything, he carries on. âSixteen or not, I literally left Sophia on one of the most important nights of her life.â
âYeah, it was pretty awful at the time,â you sigh, remembering the night as clear as day.
Almost ten years ago now, the night of both yours and Sophiaâs entry into society, the debutante ball. For you, the night was a bit of a blur with it being the first night Alex and you made things official in your relationship, sealing it with a first kiss and many more that evening. It was a magical and whimsical night, and although Alex and you didnât last, your love for each other still remains as best friends and you couldnât be happier for him getting married to his dream girl now.Â
For Sophia, the night went a little differently... She'd had a crush on Jungkook for a while since, being Alexâs younger sister, sheâd seen him often with you. After he found out, he asked her to be her escort to the ball. She of course said yes and everything seemed to be going perfectly until the moment Jungkook was supposed to escort her down the stairs but he had completely disappeared. Sophia was left all alone and completely embarrassed, even after Alias, the ever caring older brother, stepped in and acted as her escort. Jungkook still hasnât told you the reason he left so abruptly that night. All you remember is not being able to reach him the whole weekend, even when you tried going to his house he was never home. When you finally saw him, he told you he didnât want to talk about it so you didnât.Â
Of course, everyone else forgot about the incident and even Sophia forgave him after he apologised profusely and endlessly, but Mr and Mrs Cirillo were less forgiving for a while, but after many years itâs just become a joke between them. The fact that heâs invited on the cruise just shows itâs all in the past now.Â
However that doesnât mean Mr and Mrs Cirillo ever pass up an opportunity to remind him of the pastâŠÂ
âItâs lovely to see you, Y/N, dear,â Mrs Cirillo says, bringing you in for a hug.Â
Mr Cirillo stands behind her, taking your hand as soon as his wife lets go. âHow was the flight here?â
âIt was good, I slept for most of it really.â Stepping away, you turn to look at Jungkook as he approaches them with a meek smile.
Mrs Cirillo smiles back, her words carrying a playful lilt. âThere he is, the heartbreaker.â
Jungkook lowers his head at that and you can see his nose scrunching a little. âThatâs me, unfortunately,â he says, stepping into Mrs Cirilloâs arms for a brief hug.Â
When he takes Mr Cirilloâs hand to shake, the older man shows the same playfulness as his wife. âNice to see you again, Jungkook. My favourite and least favourite man on board.âÂ
Jungkook chuckles and Mr Cirillo pulls him in for a hug. âStay out of trouble, yes?âÂ
âOf course,â Jungkook smiles, stepping away to stand next to you as your parents walk out onto the main deck.
Their eyes light up as the old friends all greet each other and you take Jungkookâs hand and slip away together before you get roped into a conversation.Â
âYou alright?â you ask casually as you scan the people all on the deck.
âGood, thanks,â he responds with a gentle squeeze of your hand. He knows that you know how he finds it a little tedious sometimes every time Sophiaâs parents mention the past, but he knows he messed up so he doesnât ever complain about it. In a way, it annoys you when the Cirilloâs always mention it but you know itâs not your place to say anything, especially if Jungkook hasnât said anything.Â
Looking around, you take in many of the familiar faces while scanning the crowds for Alex or one of his siblings. Thereâs no unfamiliar faces on this part of the deck, and seeing all the waiters walking around offering canapĂ©s and drinks, you realise the Cirilloâs mustâve rented out this part of the deck. The excited buzz amongst everyone extends to you as you turn to look out past the balcony towards the sea, stepping towards it and taking Jungkook with you.Â
Taking a deep breath of the fresh sea, enjoying the warmth glowing from the sun as a steady breeze blows. Exhaling, you turn around to Jungkook beaming.Â
It seems like he was already watching you, waiting as though he knows youâre gonna say something now. Seeing you smile, his corner of his lips turn too. âItâs pretty, isnât it?â
âVery,â you nod, turning around to look out again, lowering the sunglasses from your head to stop from squinting.Â
âY/N!â A familiar voice calls your name and you turn around, breaking into the biggest smile when you see Alex approaching, his arms outstretched. âJungkook!âÂ
You meet him halfway, excitedly skipping into his hug. He hugs you tight, releasing a sigh as he lets go and hugs Jungkook. âGosh, itâs been so bloody long, Iâve missed you guys.âÂ
âMissed you more, buddy,â Jungkook smiles, patting Alexâs back before he lets go. âCongrats on the wedding too, weâre well excited to be here for you.â
Alex laughs, flashing his perfect pearly smile. âHonestly, Iâm happier to have you guys here. Half of the people here havenât even spoken to me in years.â He glances around before adding, âyou know how it is.âÂ
âMhm,â you nod, squeezing his arm. âYouâve got us though, weâre here for you every step of the way.âÂ
âThanks,â he responds, taking two drinks from a passing waiter to give to you both. âYou were allowed plus ones though, when do I get to meet them?â He looks across at both of you expectantly, though you see a subtle raise of his brow matched with a small smile that seems to hint he already knows the answer.
âWell, we didnât really get the chance to ask anyone,â Jungkook answers, looking sideways at you. âSo we just thought weâd come with each other.â
âAh.â The smile on Alexâs lips grows. âWhy am I not surprised?â
âBecause you know how busy weâve both been,â you say, shrugging lightly before taking a long sip of your drink.
âHm, thatâs it,â Alex says quietly.Â
âBOO!â Large hands tap your shoulders before the man himself jumps in front of you.Â
âAlias,â you squeal excitedly, returning the hug heâs already given you. Slightly more wild albeit still as focused as his younger brother, Alias is the eldest of the Cirillo siblings and has become more of an older brother to you over the years.
âYou look like youâve grown,â he says, moving back and beaming as he pulls Jungkook in for a hug. âBoth of you.â
âWe literally saw you like a month ago,â Jungkook chuckles.Â
âReally?â Alias raises his brows in surprise. âDamn, you kids grow fast.âÂ
âI could say the same thing about that moustache of yours,â you say.Â
He smiles smugly. âLooks good right?â
Shrugging, you lean against the balcony. âI think you looked better without it.â
Alias frowns, hand coming up to stroke his moustache subconsciously. âReally?â he asks, looking at you in time to see you raising your glass to your lips to hide your smile.Â
âI knew you liked it,â he laughs. âApparently a lot of people do.â
âAh, Alias, no one wants to know,â Alex grimaces at his older brother.
Before Alias can defend himself, Jungkook says, âI do.â Alex and you both look at him and he shrugs. âMight grow mine out.â
Alias laughs, throwing his arm around Jungkookâs shoulder. âCâmon buddy, Iâll tell you all about it.â
As Alias pulls him away, Alex steps to stand next to you and both of you watch them walk away with Alias talking in a hushed tone as though no one else can find out.Â
As you watch them walk away with a fond smile on your face, Alex turns to you. âSo, how have you been?â
Still absentmindedly watching Jungkook and Alias, you hum. âGreat.â
âHowâs work?â
âMm, I actually just secured a deal with Park Motors last week.â
Glancing at Alex, you see his brows raise. âImpressive.â
âYeah, it was a pretty big win for the company and dad was proud of me.âÂ
Alex smiles. âAnd were you proud of yourself?â
As Jungkookâs head disappears from the crowd, you turn to face Alex too, taking another sip of your drink. âI know people think Iâm just riding off my parentâs success, which yeah, itâs true for the most part, but after doing this all myself I was pretty proud.â
âGood,â he grins. âYou should be. You may be one of the most princess-ed girls I know,â he adds with a teasing lilt, âbut youâre also one of the most hard working.â
Laughing, you nudge him lightly. âThanks, I appreciate it.â
âYouâre welcome.â He leans against the balcony too, pulling down his shades as he turns towards the sea where the sun shines down on the horizon. âWhat about things with Jungkook?â
Shrugging, you take a small sip. âHeâs good.â
Alex glances at you from the corner of his eye with the curve of his lips growing. âHm, anything else?â
Levelling his face, you break into a smile. âOh, Alex, youâre never gonna let this go are you?â
He smiles, shaking his head. âNot as long as I see itâs there.âÂ
Straightening your expression a little, you tilt your head. âBut thereâs nothing there.â
âY/N, thereâs everything there,â he says, matching your tone.Â
âAlex, come on,â you say quietly, traces of a smile returning.Â
He shrugs. âI make a perfectly valid point.â
Turning towards the deck again, you sigh. âI donât see it.â
âI do!â Alex almost exclaims excitedly. âAnd I have for the longest time.â Letting out a small laugh, he puts his arm around you and squeezes gently. âHis big doe eyes used to torture me all the time when I was dating you.â
You canât help but laugh at that. Jungkook does have doe eyes but you donât remember seeing them often while dating Alex.Â
âSeriously,â Alex says, fighting his case onwards. âI dated you for what, almost a year I think and Iâve never seen anyone sulk for that long.â
âHe wasnât sulking.â
âListen, Iâm almost a married man now, Y/N, and I can tell you all the looks of loveâŠâ
When you arch a brow quizzically, Alex sighs and continues. âThat boy was sulking for weeks because he hated seeing you with someone else.â
âOh come on, maybe he had a crush in the past but heâs a grown man now and has had plenty of his own romances.â
Now itâs Alex whoâs looking at you with his brow raised. âLike who?â
It takes you a moment to think of a name but a few still come to mind. âRemember Alia, the intern from my dad's company?â you ask rather smugly, although Alexâs reaction shows no surprise.Â
âThe girl who he went out with like five times.â
You shrug. âThat counts for something.
âIt really doesnât,â Alex says matter-of-factly. âAnyway, who else?â
âHmmm⊠ooh, Rachel, that super hot secretary!â
âY/N, that was a one night stand, it literally doesnât count.â
Sighing, you rack your memory for more, and then comes the answer. âValentina.â
Alex almost snorts, prompting you to frown at him.
âWhat?â you question. âThat was a real romance, there were feelings there.â
Pinching the bridge of his nose, Alex almost snorts again. âThe most real thing about that relationship was the Chopard watch Valentina tried to use to bribe Jungkook back to her.â
Wincing, you remember the finer details of that supposedly real romance. You turn back out to face the horizon, pulling your own shades down. âAlright, I guess I see your point.â
Gently pushing his point, Alex carries on. âNot to mention that I was your last serious relationship, which was how many years ago now?â
You simply shrug. âIâm not looking for anyone.â
Alex hums thoughtfully. âOr youâve already âfoundâ your someone.â This earns a glare from you but Alex ignores this. âHeâs practically your boyfriend already!âÂ
âIn what way?!â
âYou do almost everything together!â Alex exclaims back. âI wouldnât be surprised if youâve had sex already!âÂ
âAlex!â Something in your stomach curls unbidden at the thought. âWe havenât had sex!â you whisper hotly, glancing around to make sure no one heard.Â
âSorry,â Alex mumbles, looking over his shoulder too. Luckily thereâs no one nearby, everyone seems too busy engaging in their own excited conversations about the weeks to come.Â
Everything youâre hearing now isnât news to you, you know plenty of people have questioned the relationship between Jungkook and you, and you totally get why, but youâve been friends since such a young age and thatâs perfectly okay. Neither you nor Jungkook have made a move to take things further and maybe thatâs just how things are meant to stay, despite what Alex seems to think.Â
âAlso, what friend agrees to come on a 3 week long cruise for you, knowing full well my father doesnât miss a single opportunity to roast him.âÂ
âHereâs here for you, not me.â
âActually,â Alex raises a finger, âI invited him before you and he said he would meet us in Italy because things were busy with the company. I invited you after him, and the next thing I know is Jungkook is calling me telling me heâll be coming with you from the start.â
As your eyes narrow, you start to think of how that happened. After Alex invited you, you texted Jungkook straight away to ask if heâd come with you as a date to the wedding. As soon as he said yes, you started waffling on about how fun the trip was going to be and it mustâve been after that that Jungkook told Alex heâd come sooner than he previously planned.Â
âWell, any best friend would do that,â you say simply.Â
Alex pushes his lips out, brows raised. âIâm your best friend and I wouldnât do that for you.â
âHey!â You shove him hard but he barely moves.Â
âOh câmon, you wouldnât do it for me either.â Alex looks at you with a smile.Â
âYeah,â you relent. âI probably wouldnât unless you really needed me.â
Just then, you see Jungkook walking towards you, holding a platter of something. He simply beams when you frown at him in confusion.Â
From beside you, Alex raises his glass to his lips. âIâm telling you, the boy is whipped,â he says quietly before taking a sip.Â
Jungkook comes within ears width before you can say anything. âY/N, look,â he holds out the tray heâs holding, âthey have those little cracker things you like with capa, uh, capa-something.â He pushes it closer, gesturing for you to take one while looking pleased with himself.
Looking at the platter, your lips curl mindlessly into a smile. âCaponata,â you say, correcting him gently.Â
Itâs when Jungkook remembers the little things like this that his place in your heart grows and youâre grateful for having him as your best friend.Â
âYeah, thatâs the one,â he smiles. âHere, I got them for you.â
Your brows furrow together as you look down. âThe whole platter?â
âWell, yeah,â he says looking down too. âYou like them and Iâm sure thereâs more going around for everyone else.â
From beside you, Alex starts coughing and youâre more than certain you hear the word âwhippedâ coming out of his mouth. One glance at him proves youâre right as he raises his brows before looking away.Â
Jungkook, not having noticed the word Alex let slip, is eating one of the canapĂ©s before holding one out for you too. Smiling and thanking him, you take it.Â
âGood right?â Jungkook asks, his mouth full as you also eat one whole.Â
âSo good,â you mumble, brows furrowed as you keep eating.Â
Jungkook holds the tray towards Alex. âWant one?âÂ
âIâm good,â he smiles. âIâll leave you two to it though, Iâve still got some guests I need to greet.â His smile seems weary though you donât blame him, sometimes the supposed family friends in your circle donât seem very much like friends. After saying a temporary goodbye, he takes his leave, leaving Jungkook and you to continue devouring the canapĂ©s.Â
For a moment, youâre both quiet, save the sounds of pleasure from eating, then Jungkook speaks. âSophiaâs not coming with us by the way.â
Eyes wide, you turn to look at him. âWhat?!â you question, mouth half full.Â
Jungkook takes one glance at you and chuckles. His thumb comes up and wipes something close to your lips. âSheâs joining us later, from Nice.â
âOh.â Your lips turn into a pout. âWho am I gonna hang out with?âÂ
âYou-bo-me,â Jungkook says with his mouthful again. Â
âNo,â you sigh. âI donât got you. As soon as Alias is about, you and him turn into Tweedledum and Tweedledee.â
A small laugh escapes Jungkook's lips and you frown at him.
âIâm sorry,â he laughs again, placing the mostly empty tray down on a nearby table. âLook,â he takes your hands and squeezes them, âI promise Iâll stay with you, we can just hang out with Alias too.â
âYeah, I know,â you say looking up at him. âItâs fine though, you can hang out with whoever you want. You donât have to stay with me.â
Jungkook hides an amused smile. âIâll stay with you, we canât have our princess being alone,â he chuckles again, letting go of your hands to squeeze your cheeks.Â
âMm, my makeup,â you mumble, prying his fingers off your cheeks. âAnd you can stay with me if you really want to,â you shrug, hiding your smug expression.Â
Jungkook scoffs, laughing as you put your sunglasses back on. âI changed my mind.â
âHey!â you exclaim, and before you get another word out, Jungkook is laughing, wrapping his arm around your waist to pull you in.
âIâm joking, now letâs go say hi to the Morganâs, theyâve been looking this way since Alex was here.â
âTheyâre probably just judging us,â you grumble.Â
Jungkook smiles, turning you around and walking with you. âMore reason to say hello.â
Most of the first day is spent the same way, greeting some families who you like and some who you donât but at least you get to do it with a glass of champagne and Jungkook by your side. By the early evening, everyone is settling into their cabins and exploring the cruise ship which feels more like a palace.Â
Itâs well past midnight when Jungkook is walking you to your cabin which unfortunately is on another level to yours â Alex mentioned he couldnât get your cabins closer since Jungkook was supposed to be joining later.
âI am so ready to knockout,â you yawn, pulling out the keycard.
âMake sure you donât forget to take your makeup off,â Jungkook says as a gentle reminder.
Turning around at the threshold of your door, you look at him as he leans against the wall opposite. âI wonât, and you donât forget to shower, you still stink of chlorine.â
Jungkook chuckles quietly, careful not to disturb any of the neighbouring cabins who are most likely asleep. Alias and him decided it would be fun to cannonball into the deck pool during prohibited hours and subsequently ended up running away from some of the cruise crew and you just happened to be with them even though you refused to jump in because itâs breaking the rules.
âIâm making you join us next time,â he says.
âThatâs never gonna happen.â
Smiling slightly, Jungkook tilts his head. âThat sounds like a challenge.â
Laughing, you step out of your room towards him. âI wouldnât try, Jeon.â Raising your hand, you pinch his nose. âYouâll just fail.â
âOr,â Jungkook raises his brows, taking your hand into his, âit could be one of the best nights you spend here, plus running away is fun,â he grins.Â
âYou call that fun?â you laugh.Â
âTell me it wasn't.â
You shrug. âI have fun whenever I'm with you anyway.âÂ
Jungkook smiles, and so do you. Itâs not hard to be honest around him, it never has been. Thatâs probably why youâve been best friends for so long. âSo all the time?â he says.Â
âAll the time,â you repeat, laughing.Â
Lips still holding a gentle smile, Jungkook looks down at you and for a second you wait for him to say something but he doesn't say anything. Instead, he releases a small sigh and pulls you into a hug.Â
You feel your body relax in his embrace, the weariness of todayâs jet lag and socialising and cheeky antics slowly melting away as you breathe in the comforting smell of his cologne. Even though itâs tainted with chlorine, his arms around you seem to make it worth putting up with.Â
His hands slide up your back, patting you softly. âIâll see you in the morning, hm.â
âJust donât wake me up before noon,â you mumble.
He laughs, pulling away. âBreakfast ends at 11.â
Groaning, you step towards your door again. âI wish Freddie was with us.â
Chuckling quietly, he starts to make his way towards his cabin. âGood night, Y/N.â
âNight,â you wave, seeing him disappear from view as the door closes. You almost collapse onto your bed but manage to trudge to the bathroom to wash off your makeup and get into your pyjamas before finally sinking into bed and falling asleep.
Knock knock knock
Knock knock.
âY/N?"
Knock knock knock. âY/N!â
Grumbling, you pull your pillow over your head.
Thereâs a few more impatient knocks before you hear Jungkook. âCome on, or Iâm going down without you.â
âGo,â you groan, tossing in bed. âIâll eat later.â
Then you hear a series of whining outside the door. âIt's already almost 11, it's embarrassing going by myself you have to come with me, please.â
With one final groan, you force yourself out of bed and open the door. âI said not before noon, Koo.â
âPlease,â he says, lips forming an effortless pout. âIâm hungry.â
Well you canât say no now. Sighing, you step aside for him to come in. âGive me twenty minutes.â
Jungkook slumps onto your bed, already dressed casually in a white tee and black shorts. âYou have ten.â
With Jungkook rushing you, you meet halfway and manage to get ready in 15 minutes instead. It seems the Cirilloâs spared no expense and managed to keep an entire upper deck private for all of the meals served on sea days. Thereâs a breakfast buffet laid out inside but before you can even grab yourself a plate, you see your mom frowning at you from her seat outside. She raises her brows and points to her wrist, her not so subtle way of reminding you youâre late.
With a big smile, you mouth sorry and she just laughs to herself, shaking her head.Â
âY/N,â Jungkook calls your name. You look over at him and heâs already standing behind a few people up for seconds, waiting his turn. Walking over, you take a plate and glance down at the table ahead of you.Â
âThis looks good,â you think out loud.Â
âIt does, doesnât it?â Jungkook says, glancing around. He frowns at something, moving his head to get a better look.Â
âWhat? Whatâs wroâ?â
His eyes widen and suddenly heâs crouching enough to remove the inches difference between you, hands gripping your arms. âHide me.â
âWhat?âÂ
âHide me,â he repeats, the insistence in his voice clearer than before.Â
Putting your plate down, you push his shoulders lower. âI am,â you whisper harshly. âBut why?â you say, glancing around.Â
âNo, donât look,â Jungkook says, his tone becoming something like a whine. âSheâll come over if she sees you.â
âWho?â
Jungkook groans, eyes closing. âWhy is she here?â
Ignoring his request not to look, you turn around and scan the room, looking for any familiar faces while your mind goes through a mental list of names of people who could make Jungkook want to hide before a whole breakfast buffet. Just as your name arrives at a potential suspect, the woman herself comes into your view.
âOh.âÂ
Tall, glamorous and even graceful, Valentina Forero struts her preppy, perfect figure, dressed head to toe in designer and a handbag so small youâre sure not even her phone can fit in there.Â
Immediately, you look away from her and down at Jungkook. Heâs already looking up at you with a weary expression. Your lips form an apologetic smile and he sighs, a string of curse words coming out from his mouth in the form of a hushed whisper while he stays pressed against your side trying to hide himself from view.
Of all the things that could possibly go wrong, this has to be the single worst thing.
Valentina is Jungkookâs ex friend with benefits of almost a year. They met shortly after college at your grad party and they started off as casual and eventually there were some feelings involved but they never really bloomed.Â
When Jungkook tried to end things after some months, Valentina had a lot to say and for some reason just didnât want to let him go even though she wasnât looking for something real.Â
You donât blame her, Jungkook attracts people like a magnet, but their relationship was a little more on the toxic side with some jealousy and so many stupid arguments no doubt stemming from the feelings that budded but never grew. It was better for both of them to call it quits, so they never made things official but to call Valentina anything less than an ex would be an injustice to some of the things they went through.
Stealing a glance at her again, you watch for a few seconds as she makes her way through the families, greeting each one with a bright smile.
As she moves, Jungkook moves too, trying to stay hidden from her view behind you. His head presses against your arm, cheek almost against your left boob.
âUm, Jungkook,â you say, smiling. âI get youâre trying to hide but uh, I donât think this is a good lookâŠâ
âWhat?â he says, still distracted as he glances towards where Valentina is.
âWeâre standing at a breakfast bar on a family cruise and your face is pretty close to my boobs.â
He looks up at you, eyes widening when he realises. âOh, sorry.â He stands straight, turning to face the bar instead.Â
âItâs cool,â you answer, picking up your plate again and nudging him to move forward. ââIâm sure weâve given the Collins something to talk about for today.â Turning to your right at the eyes ogling you, you smile plastically at Mr and Mrs Collins.
âSorry,â Jungkook mutters again absentmindedly as he slowly fills his plate.
âJungkook,â you say, nudging him again as you fill your own. âItâs gonna be fine, thereâs so many people here Iâm sure you wonât see each other that much, and even if you do, you have me.â Youâre already beaming when he looks at you, and his own eyes crease in the corners and he smiles too. âThanks. I guess youâre right but please donât ever let me be alone with her.â
âI wonât,â you laugh. âAlthough once she knows youâre here, Iâm sure sheâll try to hookup with you at least once.â
âI hope not,â Jungkook sighs. âSheâs not a bad girl but I just donât wanna go back there, yâknow?â
âMhm, I know,â you say, turning towards the table your parents are seated at. âBut what I donât know is how weâre gonna get to sit without her seeing you.â You nod in the direction of your parents.
Jungkook glances around. âLetâs go sit with Alex and Thalia,â he says, nodding in the opposite direction.
Stealthily, the two of you make your way out onto the deck and approach Alex and his fiancee unseen.
âOh, Y/N,â Thalia beams, leaning in for a hug as soon as she sees you. âYou look beautiful.âÂ
You snort. âI woke up half an hour ago, I definitely look awful.â
âAbsolutely not,â Thalia says with a gracious wave of her hand before Jungkook gets up to greet her too. âYou both look lovely and I'm so happy youâre here!â
âOf course,â you say, smiling at both her and Alex. âWeâre even happier to be here and so excited for you.â
âThank you, angel,â she winks.
âJungkook, are you okay?â Alex asks quietly, frowning as he watches Jungkook carefully. Glancing to your right, you also notice Jungkook is hunched over his food.
âYouâre just drawing more attention to yourself like that,â you let him know before turning back to Alex. âValentina is here,â you say with a small raise of your brow and both Alex and Thalia immediately let out a little âahâ.
Thalia winces apologetically when she glances back at Jungkook. âI do believe that may be on me. My mother is in the same club as her mother so it seems an invitation was deemed non-negotiable, unfortunately,â she adds, placing subtle emphasis on the last word.
Jungkook shakes his head. âDonât worry about it, I was gonna end up seeing her again eventually at some point.â
Alex coughs, his expression changing. âI do believe that time is coming sooner than you want though.â
Jungkook frowns but you understand what Alex means, as does Thalia as you both look up just in time to see Valentina a few feet away, approaching your table.
With a smile thatâs far too innocent for her, she stands at the edge of the table closest to Jungkook. âWell, hello there.â
Alex, being the sweetheart he is, is the first to respond to her greeting, and without surprise, Thalia follows quickly. âThank you for coming,â Alex says as he gives her a quick hug.
âThank you for having me.â Valentina steps to the side to greet Thalia too. âAnd congratulations, Iâm so happy for both of you!â
âThank you,â Thalia says with a genuine smile. As she takes her seat, you get up to greet her too.Â
âItâs nice to see you again, Val,â you say as you meet her in a brief hug, although you canât say you mean it but you hold no animosity towards her.Â
âYou too, Y/N,â she winks.Â
Before she even releases you, Jungkook is getting up and already avoiding eye contact with her. âHey,â he says, just as she leans towards him too.Â
âHello, Jungkook.â When she gives him a hug, itâs a little longer than your own but Jungkook doesnât push away despite his expression looking like he wants to.Â
Alex, Thalia and you have to fight to keep your smiles contained.
âGosh, itâs been so long, hasnât it?â Valentina says as she steps back and takes a seat.Â
âI guess,â Jungkook says, showing little expression as he sits back down and resumes eating his breakfast.Â
âOh, come on, itâs been almost two years.â She gives him a knowing expression before flicking her hair behind her shoulder with a flamboyant flair thatâs signature for Valentina. âIâm sure you missed me.â She leans her elbows on the table. âI know Iâve missed you.â
Seeing Jungkookâs constipated expression, you step in to help him out. âWe all missed you, Valentina,â you smile. âItâs impossible not to.â Thatâs not a lie either, although she was a big personality to deal with sometimes, she still knew how to have fun and was great to talk to.Â
âThank you, Y/N,â she says, returning your smile before turning her attention back to Jungkook. âYou still look as good as you always have too, Kookie.â She leans forward and squeezes his bicep, maybe one too many times. âYouâre still going to the gym I see.â
Jungkook stiffens next to you, meanwhile, your eyes are fixated on her hand on his arm. In a gesture of support, you discreetly slip your hand behind his elbow.Â
Sitting across from you, your friends both notice this. Then, the cogs in the brilliant mind of Alexander Cirillo turn and he comes up with what can only be a genius idea. Perhaps it's all the romance heâs been experiencing recently with his own fiancee, but Alex is convinced that this can only have one outcome, the only possible outcome â the one thatâs been written in the stars since Jungkook and you met so many years ago, heâs sure of it.
Beaming, Alex looks at Valentina. âDonât they look so good together?â
She pauses then frowns. âTogether?â
Your own expression matches Valentinaâs as you glance at Alex too.Â
âYes, together,â he repeats as a fact, smiling at Jungkook and you before looking at Valentina.
âYouâve heard, no? Jungkook and Y/N are together.â
From next to you, Jungkook swallows hard and your hand subconsciously tightens around his arm. Both of you are staring at Alex and he just gives you a subtle raise of his brow.Â
âOh, my,â Valentina smiles, and although thereâs some kind of genuinity to it, thereâs more you can see but havenât got the mental capacity to try to decipher right now when youâre still trying to figure out what Alex is doing.
 âI shouldâve known this was gonna happen, you always were inseparable,â she says with somewhat of an eye roll.Â
Jungkook laughs awkwardly, but heâs not stupid and he knows Alex isnât either. This is one surefire way he can keep Valentina and any of her advances away from him for the next three weeks. All he has to do is pretend to be dating you⊠how hard can that be?
âYeah, I guess it was meant to be,â he says, sounding a little stilted.Â
Youâre still sitting a little dumbfounded but Thalia also gives you an expression that tells you to improvise better. The most you can manage is a meek smile.Â
Jungkook responds almost as awkwardly, putting his arm around you which makes Alex laugh.
âOh, donât be so coy,â he says, sneaking in a wink to you as Valentinaâs eyes remain locked on you both. âItâs been almost what? Eight months?â
âUh, yeah, almost,â you answer, suddenly feeling shy with the way Jungkookâs hand is gripping your waist.Â
Itâs not like heâs never had his hand on your waist before â his face was all up in your boobs only fifteen minutes ago â but the feeling remains. It makes your cheeks go warm, your heart races a little faster and your fingers go fuzzy.Â
Youâre sure itâs showing on your face but Valentina doesnât seem to notice, or if she does, she must think itâs down to you finding this awkward.Â
âWell, congratulations to you too then,â she says, wearing a smile that doesnât actually seem anything less than genuine, but youâre aware thereâs more to her words.
âThank you,â Jungkook and you say in unison.Â
Valentina nods, taking it as her cue to leave. âIâll see you all around, and except for the engaged couple who get a pass, letâs keep the pda to a minimum please,â she adds airily, words directed to Jungkook and you as she saunters off.Â
âCanât promise anything with these two,â Alex calls out after her.
When he looks back at you, heâs grinning like the Cheshire Cat. Thalia purses her lips in a smile that resembles a child trying not to laugh while theyâre getting told off.Â
Turning to them, you burst. âWhat the hell was that?â you say hotly, seeming more flustered than anything else.Â
Alex shrugs. âSorry, it was the best thing I could think of.âÂ
âIt could be worse,â Thalia adds with a smile thatâs supposed to be apologetic but the gleam in her eyes tells you sheâs finding this just as amusing as her fiancĂ©.Â
Then, Jungkook shifts from beside you and only now do you realise youâre still holding his arm. âWell,â he says, briefly glancing down as you let go, âI guess weâre dating now.â
With a small raise of your brows, you shrug lightly and try not to show any signs of how flustered youâre feeling. âI guess so.â
When you meet his gaze, for a second you go still and think of what it means, how might you be expected to act with Jungkook â but really, it doesnât seem that much different from how you already are now. Except of course, if you ever had to indulge in any public displays of affection, cheek kisses, lingering hugs, maybe even a peck on the lipsâŠÂ Â
The thought of it all sets loose a swirl of butterflies in your stomach and only then do you realise that your gaze is still locked on Jungkook, and he too, is still staring at you.Â
With those butterflies still swarming, you abruptly break away from his gaze and notice the tips of his ears are turning pink. You wonder if heâs thinking the same as you right now.Â
âSee, already believable.â
Alexâs voice interrupts your thoughts and when you turn to flare at him, heâs got a smug smirk on his face.Â
âYouâre supposed to be smart,â you say with a sigh, pushing down the butterflies that it almost seems like Alex knows all about. âCouldnât have come up with something smarter?â
âThis is smart,â Alex says with a hint of sass.
âHow?â you sass back.Â
Leaning back, he puts his arm around Thalia as his smirk grows into a smile. âYouâll see, just give it some time,â he sighs, punctuating his sentence with a wink.Â
The end of the first night in Cartagena is celebrated with a formal dinner at a private venue with the most beautiful view of the coast.Â
The Cirilloâs had a special menu created of authentic foods from the town and the dishes were nothing less than exquisite. So much so that Alias and you are both slumped on a hammock on the balcony with bellies full and happy. A few of the guests walk past and side eye you both, probably because Alias has ungraciously undone the top button of his suit pants but it doesnât bother either of you.Â
âProbably shouldnât have eaten so much,â you mumble, looking up at the night sky.
âWeâve still got dessert,â Alias sighs, patting his belly.Â
âWell sitting there isnât going to help,â Jungkookâs voice says from behind you.Â
Turning your head, you smile when you see Jungkook with two dessert plates in his hand. He comes and sits next to you, handing one to each of you.
Alias still manages to devour his serving in silence, but you take a little longer to eat, wondering if Valentina might be somewhere near now that Jungkook is here; youâre certain sheâll be keeping a closer eye on you both so you ought to be making a conscious effort to act more like a couple but youâre not really sure what else to do. Jungkook bringing you dessert seems couple-ish enough, even though itâs what you would do on a usual night anyway.
The three of you fall into a comfortable silence and you give Alias the rest of your dessert to finish as you collapse into the hammock again. As you do so, you feel Jungkookâs hand brush against yours and immediately you glance down at your hands, noticing how your arms and thighs are touching too. Again, itâs nothing unusual for you, but you start to wonder why it feels a little different now youâve noticed it.
âDonât look now,â he says, voice barely a murmur, âbut sheâs watching us.â
When you hum quietly in acknowledgement, his fingers brush the back of yours tentatively again and for some reason unrelated to the wind thatâs blowing, you feel your skin prickling. Releasing a small breath, Jungkook curls his hand, fingers slipping between yours. The pads of your fingers press against him and you return your focus to the night sky above rather than the weird way your heart is beating now.
From your other side, Alias lets out a satisfied sigh before sitting back beside you. âSo,â he says without missing a beat, âwhatâs up between you guys?â
âHm?â You look at him with a small frown.
âYou heard me,â he repeats with the signature boyish grin that he and his brother share. Itâs enough to let you know that he knows.
âWeâre, uh, together,â Jungkook answers.
Alias snorts. âYou gotta sound more convincing than that, Jungkook.â
âIâd like to see you pretend to date someone,â you say, nudging his side.
Shifting to face you, Alias raises a brow. âThatâs easy, watch and learn, lover boy.â He leans closer, arm moving across your chest to touch some hair behind your ears.
You get his point â Alias is close enough to lean in and kiss you if he wanted to, and the small action seems intimate enough since youâre almost laying down with him beside you.
His hand gently traces down your cheek and you giggle, finding it funny as he keeps glancing at Jungkook who shoves him back before he goes any further.
âAlright, I get it,â Jungkook says, somehow shifting even closer to you.
When you glance at him, you canât help but giggle at his expression. He looks a little annoyed, and although you donât think it, anyone else might think heâs crossed the fine line to jealous â Alias certainly does.Â
âAlright, I know, hands off your girlfriend,â he says, raising his hands in surrender.Â
Rolling his eyes, Jungkook mutters, âYeah, whatever.â
Alias just chuckles, leaning back and resting his palm behind his head but unlucky for him, his moment of rest is short lived.Â
âOh for goodness sake Alias!â The hushed whisper of Mrs Cirillo has all of your heads turning. She appears out of nowhere beside the hammock, a look of shock and horror on her face. âIs there a reason youâre basking in the sunset with your trousers half undone?âÂ
âActually,â Alias says unbothered, holding up a finger, âonly the zipper is undone, so by the length of the trousers, mother, theyâre nowhere near half undone.âÂ
Frustrated, she glances around. âPeople must be thinking all sorts.â She looks at Jungkook and you who smile awkwardly, sitting up straight as you hope not to get scolded.Â
Mrs Cirillo is no stranger when it comes to teaching etiquette and given the many years of friendship between your families, sheâs definitely not a stranger to teaching you a few things, and over the years, Jungkook too.Â
She sighs when she looks at you. âDarling, you look beautiful. Jungkook, you too, please teach my son a thing or two.â She sighs again impatiently and Alias grumbles next to you as he does up his zipper. âNow, when youâve made yourself decent, please come with me, your father wants you to meet someone,â she says, not waiting for a response.
Alias groans. âWho? I thought I had met them all.â
âNot this one,â Mrs Cirillo replies airily as sheâs still walking away. âHeâs just joined us tonight.â
Like the dutiful son he is, Alias gets up and follows his mother, though not without groaning about it some more.
Jungkook and you watch him go, but just like Alias, your moment of rest is short lived.
âUm, Y/NâŠâ Jungkookâs voice sounds apprehensive and when you look at him, his expression seems the same. Heâs stretching his neck and looking out towards the opposite direction of the balcony towards the main hall. âIs that⊠Valentina, with your parents?â
Standing up to get a better look, you realise that Jungkook is right. Valentina is mid-way greeting your parents, your mom leaning in to give her a hug.Â
Looking down at Jungkook, you both realise at the same time â your parents donât know about the two of you.Â
Jungkook doesnât wait for you to say anything and instead â with zero regard for the high heels on your feet â he grabs your hand and rushes you towards them.
âOw, wait, Jungkook, slow down!â
âCanât,â he says, although you feel his pace slow down a little. âSheâs gonna say something, of course she is.â
Jungkook isnât wrong and the look on your parents face as youâre less than a few feet away from them tells you that Valentina has just said it. Your dad looks confused and your mom is frowning, her head tilting in the way it does when sheâs not sure she believes something.
âMom!âÂ
She turns her head to the sound of your voice, as does Valentina and your father.
âDad,â you smile, catching your breath as Jungkook and you stop in front of them.Â
Jungkook chuckles awkwardly next to you and you feel his hand go around your waist. âSorry to, uh, interruptâŠâ he purposely avoids Valentinaâs gaze. âWe just, uh,â he glances at you, âwe had a question.âÂ
âWell, so do we,â your dad starts, looking at you with the same confused expression. âWhatââ
âThe dresses for the couple dance!â you blurt, knowing exactly what your father was about to ask. It would totally blow your cover if it seemed like your parents didnât know about Jungkook so you need to come up with something fast. âWe need to know the colours of the dresses for the coupleâs dance, for the wedding.â
If your dad looked confused before, he looks almost dumbfounded now. âA coupleâs dance?â
âY/N, what couple dance?â your mom asks somewhat impatiently and youâre certain she wants to ask the same question your dad was about to, which is most likely about Jungkook and you.
âThe one for the wedding,â Jungkook answers for you. âAll the couples are doing a dance after Alex and Thalia, you know? At the wedding.â He squeezes your waist gently and you chuckle.
âExactly,â you say, taking your mom's hand discreetly. âSince Jungkook and I are dancing together, well, he needs to know the colour of my dress and Iâve forgotten.â You say it with no hesitation but with the way youâre squeezing her hand repeatedly, your mom still seems confused.
She glances at Valentina who is now staring at Jungkookâs hand right around your waist, before glancing back at you.Â
Taking advantage of Valentinaâs momentary lapse in attention, you give her a subtle raise of your brow and hope that mother-daughter telepathy is a real thing.Â
âA coupleâs dance?â your father asks again. âHoney, I didnât know about this,â he says to your mom.Â
âWell, yes, I suppose I forgot to tell you,â she says, squeezing your hand back and you let out a grateful sigh of relief, as does Jungkook.Â
âY/N, your dress is periwinkle blue for the party,â she says to you before looking at Jungkook. You can see the apprehension in her expression though itâs only noticeable to you. âJungkook, sweetheart, Iâll make sure your suit is matching with Y/Nâs of course.â
âThank you,â he nods, lips pursed.Â
Together, you glance at Valentina who already seems bored.Â
âWell, Iâll come find you later, Mrs L/N,â she says, already turning to step away.Â
Your mom says a quick goodbye before Jungkook and you are left alone with her and your dad.Â
âIs there a reason I didnât know about this couple's dance?â
Letting out a small laugh, Jungkook pats your dad's shoulder. âSorry, we made that up, there isnât a coupleâs dance.â
âThere isnât?â
âNo, there isnât,â your mom answers, her brow raises as she looks between Jungkook and you. âBut what I would like to know is why we just had to lie and why on earth is Valentina congratulating your father and I about you two and your relationship?â
âItâs because of me,â Jungkook answers immediately which prompts a look of surprise from your parents. âI just wanted an easy way to keep away from Valentina and saying Iâm with Y/N was the best way for me to do it.â He lowers his head looking a bit ashamed.Â
âWell it was actually Alex who said it first,â you say, stepping forward. âHe pretty much roped us into it with Valentina right there, we were clueless.â You take Jungkookâs arm and smile at your parents. âItâs just a little white lie and honestly as long as Jungkook and I are okay with it, then itâs harmless.â
âAnd you are okay with it?â your dad asks.Â
âSure.â
Your mother frowns, the apprehension still not having left her expression. âAnd Jungkook⊠youâre okay with it too?â
Jungkook nods. âVery okay with it.â
âAlright then, but just be wary.â Your mom glances between you both. She opens her mouth as if to say more but shakes her head instead. âWho else knows?â
âAlex, Thalia, Alias, and now you both.â
âHm, if you want to keep it a secret then I would keep it to that. The more people who know the more likely it is to come out.â
âYes, I agree,â your dad says, frowning as he thinks. âAlthough I do think it would make sense to tell Leon and Helena.â
Your mom agrees with him. âI suppose it does but itâs up to you both.â
âAre you sure?â you ask, brows raising. Itâs not unusual for your parents to share something with the Cirilloâs, but when itâs something like this, a lie, you donât imagine your parents telling them.
Jungkook shuffles awkwardly. âUh, theyâre coming over now.â
Your mom looks up, smiling as they come over. âYes, Y/N, after all itâs not really such a big lie. Jungkook and you do everything together anyway, how much more different can this be?â
âRight,â you nod, confused by the sentiment those words make you feel â perhaps Alex isnât so wrong, maybe you do do everything with Jungkook. It must be giving the wrong idea to peopleâŠÂ
Though that doesnât matter now since you need to seem like youâre dating him.Â
âJust who I was looking for,â Mrs Cirillo beams as she approaches, but instead of looking at your mom, sheâs looking at you.
âMe?â you ask, surprised.Â
âYes.â She looks at Jungkook too. âAnd you.â
Jungkook shares the same expression as you. âMe?â
âOh, yes, and donât act so shy either of you.â Her smile seems rather cheeky, as does Mr Cirilloâs who stands beside her. âWhatâs this I hear about you two dating now, hm?â
âOh.â Smiling hesitantly, you prepare yourself to tell them the truth as well. This feels a bit different though because you can see the excitement in Mrs Cirilloâs face, even in Mr Cirillo.Â
âI mean itâs about time,â Mr Cirillo says with a deep chuckle, looking at your parents to agree.Â
Jungkook looks rather pained as he looks between them both. âWho told you?â
âAlias, of course,â Mrs Cirillo says. âHe said youâve been keeping it a secret for some time though I donât see why, this is wonderful news!âÂ
She waves her hand with the statement and with it, a part of you suddenly feels like youâre being let down by yourself. Itâs odd to see them so happy for Jungkook and you, only for it not to be real.Â
You donât blame them though â youâve only been pretending to date Jungkook for a day but youâre already starting to see Alexâs point a little bit more. Having Jungkook by your side just feels right.Â
Come to think of it, if anyone else asked you to pretend to be their girlfriend for a few weeks, youâd definitely say no. It would be hard to act so close with someone not only emotionally but physically, whereas thinking of the way Jungkook was so close to your side just a little while ago on the hammock, fingers curled around yours, you feel yourself coil at even the thought of being with anyone else.Â
Thatâs not unusual though, right? The only reason you canât imagine it with anyone else is because Jungkook is your best friend. Heâs the guy youâre most comfortable around and so you feel safe with him. Thoughts pausing, your gaze drifts to him as you briefly zone out from whatever joke Mrs Cirillo is making.Â
Jungkook still looks on hesitantly and the way his bottom lip moves, you can tell heâs waiting to say something. As soon as he sees his chance and quickly gets a word in. âOh, well, actually, Mrs Cirillo, itâs not really real.â
She looks towards him and frowns a little. âWhat do you mean?â Thereâs disappointment in her tone that you (for some unknown reason) can relate to.
âItâs more of a make believe relationship, if thatâs one way to put it,â your dad answers albeit looking confused himself.Â
Mr Cirillo appears to be on the same brainwave as your dad as he looks confused too. âThatâs absurd. I believe it very much.â
âYes, yes,â Mrs Cirillo says, nodding. âWho wouldnât?â
Pushing aside your own confused feelings, you help clear up this mess. âWhat weâre trying to say is that itâs not a real relationship.â You glance at Jungkook who looks at you and nods. âWeâre just pretending to date.â
âOh.â Their expressions fall, small frowns replacing the excitement in their eyes.Â
âWhy would you do that?â Mr Cirillo asks.Â
âMy ex is on the cruise,â Jungkook answers. âYou probably remember her, Valentina?âÂ
Thereâs a few seconds of quiet until Mr Cirillo finds the name familiar. âAh, yes, tall girl, Forero if Iâm not mistaken?â
Jungkook nods, lips pursed.Â
âSo sheâs the reason youâre doing this?â Mrs Cirillo gestures between Jungkook and you.Â
Jungkook nods again.Â
She sighs quietly. âHonestly, it all seems a bit fuddy duddy, Valentina is harmless. Thereâs better ways to keep someone away, Jungkook, wouldnât it be better to just ask her to stay away from you?â
âThat might come across as more rude than this,â you say with a shrug. âAlso, we ought to mention that this was all Alexâs idea.â
âAlex?!â Mrs Cirillo exclaims. âDid he even ask you first?â
âNope,â you shake your head with a smile having absolutely no qualms throwing your best friend under the bus.Â
âOh, why didnât you say so sooner?â Mrs Cirillo turns and reaches for her husband's hand. âLeon, I do believe that boy is getting almost as troublesome as his older brother.â
Mr Cirillo laughs. âOh, itâs just a little fun, besides, having Jungkook and Y/N pretending to play house canât be all that bad.â He turns to Jungkook and you and winks.
You return his cheek with a smile. âItâs actually easier than it looks.â
âIâm sure it is,â he quips with a quick raise of his brow. His smirk seems telling but you donât think anything of it at the moment as you feel Jungkookâs hand on your arm.
âJust donât tell anyone please,â he says, chuckling nervously.
âOf course not,â Mrs Cirillo says. âI think Alex may have been onto something anyway.â She glances towards your mom and they share a smile. âLetâs get something to drink, hm?â
Your mom laughs, taking her arm. âYes, please, I need one.â
Together, they walk off and to you it looks like theyâre high schoolers sharing secrets again â youâre sure theyâre going to have lots to talk about again today.Â
Mr Cirillo chuckles as they go off. âThree guesses what theyâre talking about,â he says quietly to your dad who shares a smile with his friend before they both turn to Jungkook and you.
âWell, I think Iâm going to go and look for more dessert,â you say, slowly taking a step back to excuse yourself and Jungkook.Â
âYeah, Iâm gonna do that too,â Jungkook says, nodding his head at your dad and Mr Cirillo.
âOf course, Iâll see you later on,â your dad smiles. His eyes fall to where Jungkookâs hand is holding your arm and his smile grows just a little wider but before you can think anything of it, Mr Cirillo makes a comment.
âThatâs a nice suit youâre wearing, Jungkook.â He nods, looking visibly impressed.
âThanks.â
Mr Cirillo continues. âI remember when you would wear your suits from those high street stores with the cheap labels but look at you now, kid.â
Pausing in your slow retreat, you blink. Youâve known Mr Cirillo all your life so you know that the comment really holds no ill intent, and also bearing in mind the fact that you know just how much he has come to admire Jungkook and cares for him as much as he does for you, but that doesnât mean itâs okay for Mr Cirillo to make a comment like that.
Jungkook only smiles, though he doesnât need to say anything for anyone to see that the backhanded compliment isnât appreciated. He continues to step away but now youâre rooted firmly in the spot.
âWell with a personality like his and far more brains than most people combined, Jungkook has never needed material to make him look good, wouldnât you agree, Mr Cirillo?â Your expression is friendly enough but your tone? Not so much.
He smiles awkwardly, immediately having understood his mistake. âDoes that mean the opposite for myself?â he asks lightly.
âOh, Iâve never thought so,â you say, smiling plastically. âThose words came from your own mouth.â
Mr Cirillo laughs. âYouâre a sharp one, Y/N. That's why I like you a lot.â
âLikewise, Leon,â you wink, reaching for Jungkookâs arm. âNow weâll be off.â
Mr Cirillo still chuckles and you catch your dad smiling at you as you walk away with Jungkook.
âDid you just call him ugly?â Jungkook asks with a small laugh once you're out of earshot.Â
âI didnât call him anything,â you shrug.
He laughs again, coming to a stop with you near the dessert table where you both browse the selection. âYou know I couldâve answered myself though,â he says after a moment.Â
Taking your pick, you turn to him with a small pout. Itâs not the first time someone has made a comment about Jungkook that has annoyed you more than him, and you know that Jungkook prefers to pick and choose his battles wisely, unlike you always feeling as though you have to say something.Â
âI know, sorry,â you wince a little. âForce of habit.â
âItâs okay,â he smiles, taking a bowl of Eton mess.Â
Together, you start walking towards the same hammock you were previously sitting at.
âI actually think itâs kinda cute,â he adds.
Your brows raise inquisitively. âHaving me as your knight in shining armour?â
He shrugs, taking a spoonful into his mouth as you both sit down. âMore like my princess with her many privileges.â His lips curl into a smile as he says it.
Laughing, you lean back comfortably into the hammock. âWell, of course, Mr Cirillo wouldnât dare say anything to me.â
âAnd no one else other than you would insult Mr Cirillo to his face.â
Holding up your fork, you laugh again. âI only implied, thereâs a difference.â
Jungkook hums, leaning back next to you. He takes a big spoonful into his mouth, eating this slowly while you steal some of his. Swallowing, he sits up a little beside you. âYou know, you donât have to do this if you donât want to.â
Looking up at him, you frown. âDo what?â
âPretend to date me.â
âWhy wouldnât I want to?â
He shrugs. âIf it makes you uncomfortable, or even if you just donât want to.â
âI donât mind,â you say, sitting up with him.
He doesnât say anything for a few seconds, watching your expression for any signs of a lie. âYou sure?â
âIâm sure,â you repeat.
With those words, Jungkook seems to relax. âOkay.â Faint traces of a smile appear on his face as he leans back.Â
âThe soap here smells amazing,â Thalia says, bringing her hands to her nose to sniff again a few times after drying them.Â
Tossing your used hand towel in the hamper, you take a sniff too. âMm, it does. I smell coconut.â
âAnd yuzu,â Thalia says, still inhaling the smell.Â
Laughing, you pull her hands away from her nose as you walk out of the washroom together.Â
The corridor is dimly lit as you walk back towards the restaurant but youâre very impressed by the interior, the burgundy and golden interior of this part of the venue complimenting each other well, especially with the many plants lining the corridors.Â
âWhereâs Alex?â you ask.
âSomewhere around here,â Thalia answers. âHonestly I lost him an hour ago after he went to check out the golf course here.â
âThereâs a golf course here?â you ask, surprised. Though really you donât know why youâre surprised, walking to the bathroom was a mission on its own, this place is huge.Â
âYeah they have everything, tennis courts, basketball, thereâs even a riding school.â
At that, your ears perk up. âAre the horses available to hire?â
Thalia turns to you with a smile. âYou wanna go for a canter?â
âCan we?â You ask, eyes lighting up too. âOh, itâs been so long since Iâve been riding.â
âWeâll have to ask but Iâm sure my dad could sort something out for us. Although we have booked a resort for when we get to Barcelona and later on in Malta too. Theyâre renowned for their riding instructors.â
Laughing, you walk around the next corner together. âHow have you booked resorts while weâre on a cruise? I bet Mrs Cirillo had something to do with it,â you add, knowing that she always has to have everything and the best of it for her kids.
Thalia nods with a smile. âMy mom and yeah, Helena. Theyâve been planning this for a year, of course thereâs going to be something for everyone.âÂ
âStrippers?â you ask, brows raising.
âExcept that.â
âHm, fair,â you say, frowning as you walk around another corner. âAnyway, I donât really care for the instructors but itâll have to be Barcelona. I just wanna ride, itâs been so long since I last went.â
Thalia agrees. âSure, Iâll ask my dad, Iâm pretty sure heâs already friends with the owner of the one in Barcelona so it should be easy.â
âGreat,â you smile, excited by the thought, though your smile turns into a frown as you realise youâre walking by the same door you just walked out of a little while ago.Â
At the same time, Thalia slows down. âAre we lost?â she asks.
Looking up at the womenâs washroom sign, your frown deepens. âYeah, I think weâve just gone in a circle.â You look up and down the corridor, taking a few steps in the opposite direction from which you just came to follow a different path. âMaybe we should try going left from here instead?â
âThere really should be a clearer exit,â Thalia huffs. âMy feet hurt.â
Laughing, you glance back at her. âI donât think anyone was taking into account the fact that people might be walking in 6-inch heels down these corridorsâ oh.â Mid-sentence, you bump into someone as youâre walking around the next corner. âSorry,â you say, looking up at the guy as you feel steady hands on your arms to stop you from stumbling.Â
âIâm so sorry,â he says at the same time, looking down.
Oh.Â
His brows knit together before a smile breaks out on his face. âY/N?â
âLawrence!â A smile appears on your face embarrassingly fast. âHi!â
He chuckles softly, taking a step back and taking his hands with him. You donât know whether to appreciate the sweetness or be sad theyâre gone.
Lawrence Goldman is one of the most beautiful men youâve ever laid eyes on with a personality to match, and he was your high school crush for years. He was everyoneâs crush to be honest, but even in uni, you never were able to stop swooning over him, but thatâs all itâs ever been, a crush. For some reason, you could never let yourself take it further despite him showing interest a few times.Â
âItâs been so long, my gosh, how are you?â he asks, eyes skimming your figure. âYou look absolutely amazing,â he adds without a second thought.
âHey again,â Thalia says, appearing beside you.
Lawrence gives her a smile, his attention quickly returning to you.
âIâm great,â you beam, âhow are you? Iâm surprised to see you, I thought you were working in Singapore?â
âI am,â he nods before looking at Thalia. âWell I was, but there was no way I was gonna miss this oneâs wedding.â
Thalia laughs, putting her arm around him briefly. âLove you for it, Goldie.â
Lawrence rolls his eyes at the nickname and you smile. Thalia and Lawrence attended the same prep school before reuniting in college, and itâs through Lawrence that Thalia was introduced to Alex and the rest of you â your world is apparently a very small world so Lawrence being here really shouldnât be a surprise to you, but with everything else going on, you may have forgotten about Lawrence.Â
âIâve only just joined because I had a meeting I couldnât miss yesterday,â he adds, eyes skimming down your figure once more while he thinks youâre still smiling at Thalia but you definitely donât miss it.Â
âAh, I see.â You canât help it when you mirror his actions, noting how the top two buttons of his shirt are undone, giving a peak of the chain heâs always worn since he Longbottom-ed â he clearly knows the effect it has. âSo youâre joining us for the rest of the cruise?â When your eyes meet his again, his lips curl into a smirk.Â
âYes,â he nods. âIâll be here.â
Noticing Thalia glancing between you both, you realise you ought to stop whatever weirdness is going on right now before she thinks thereâs something between you, not that she wonât ask you herself anyway.Â
âWell thatâs great,â you smile, taking a step closer to Thaliaâs side.
âMhm, Iâm looking forward to spending time with you,â he says.
Your response is on the top of your tongue â âso am Iâ â and you intend to say it with a flutter of your lashes, but before you can say anything, Thalia answers for you.Â
âWe all are,â she grins, hand winding around your waist where she squeezes with a light force when she says the next words. âIncluding Jungkook and Alex.â
For a second youâre confused but the mention of Jungkook sparks your memory and you remember everything thatâs happened in the past few days.
Jungkook and you are dating â you realise now why Thalia interjected and she was right to do so, otherwise you mightâve made a silly mess by opening yourself up to flirting with Lawrence.Â
âOh, yes,â you answer, perking up. âJungkook will definitely be happy to see you Iâm sure, itâs been a while since we all met last.â
âYeah?â Lawrence casually responds.Â
âOf course,â Thalia says with a wiggle of her brows. âY/N is his girlfriend, she would know of course.â
As you smile dutifully, you catch the confusion briefly show on Lawrenceâs face before he quickly disguises it as surprise. âYou and Jungkook?â he says, lips turning into a smile. Itâs the kind of smile that could mean many things.Â
âYep,â you nod, lips pursed in a smile.Â
Something resembling a sigh leaves him. âYou guys will have to catch me up on that for sure,â he says.
âThereâll be lots to catch you up on,â Thalia grins, âbut right now, can we figure out how to get out of here?â
Lawrence chuckles, stepping to the side. âOf course, I know the way.â He gestures towards the left, waiting for you and Thalia to pass.Â
As you fall into stride with Thalia on one side and Lawrence on the other side, you canât help but feel some kind of disappointment at Lawrenceâs reaction, though what did you expect?Â
Of course heâs not going to say or do anything differently, and as long as youâve agreed to be Jungkookâs girlfriend, you shouldnât want him to react any differently. Youâre lucky Thalia stepped in when she did or you mightâve completely forgotten youâre supposed to be in a relationship with someone else and wouldâve ended up blowing the story for Jungkook entirely.Â
âAh, here we are!â Thalia skips forward out into the late evening night.
The view on the balcony now is even more beautiful with fairy lights adorning the trees along its perimeter. Everyone you recognise seems to be congregating towards one area as itâs almost time to leave to board the cruise ship again.Â
âOh there you are.â Jungkook appears from the middle of the crowd, not seeming to have noticed Lawrence whoâs more closely following Thalia. âWeâre leaving soon, here.â He hands you your purse you left with him a while earlier.Â
âThanks,â you answer, taking it and checking you havenât left anything else. âSorry, we got a bit lost inside.â
âMhm, thatâs fine, I was just about to come look for you anyway,â Jungkook says, looking at Thalia and only then does he notice Lawrence. The lines expressing concern in his face deepen into confusion.
Seeing this change, Lawrence smiles. âHey mate.â
In a split second Jungkookâs confused frown changes to a smile. âLawrence!â Reaching forward, the two share a pleasant exchange.Â
âItâs been a while, howâve you been?â
âNot bad, yourself?â
Jungkook nods. âIâve been alright.â
âBetter than alright from what I hear,â Lawrence says, brow raising as he glances in your direction.Â
Jungkookâs gaze follows and you smile with a little shrug, subtly nodding at Jungkook.
âAh.â Jungkook chuckles, taking a step towards your side. âWell, yeah, better than alright,â he confirms with a very believable smile.Â
Lawrence laughs, looking between you. From behind him, you catch Thalia standing beside Alex as they watch the interaction play out.Â
âI think itâs amazing,â Lawrence says, patting Jungkookâs arm. âYou two are great together.â
âYouâve only just seen us again,â you say with a smile.Â
âHm, Iâve seen it for years,â Lawrence replies with a nod of his head and a small sigh as he looks at you. Heâs still smiling but when you look at him, the brightness in his eyes has faded. âTrust me,â he says quieter than before, âI was always watching.â
Pursing your lips, you smile but you still feel self conscious as his gaze on you doesnât budge. âThat sounds a little stalker-ish, Lawrence,â you chuckle.Â
Laughing, he shrugs. âMightâve been. I always was a bit of a recluse.â
âI wouldnât say you were a recluse.â
He arches his brow, lips morphing into a cocky smile. âThen what would you say I was?â
Mirroring his expression, you scoff. âWhat dâyou want me to say, huh? Tall, handsome and mysterious?â
âTook the words right from my mouth,â he says smugly.Â
âHa,â you laugh. Despite it being somewhat true, you respond to say otherwise. âYou wish.â
Lawrence smiles. âAh, I guess those words are reserved for this one, huh?â He nods towards Jungkook.Â
âHmâŠâ you look towards Jungkook who smiles with his lips pursed. Itâs not his usual full smile and behind it there seems to be a reservation that tells you heâs being more quiet than usual. Nudging him gently, you beam when he meets your eyes. âNah, Iâve got better words for this one.â
He nods and chuckles quietly but only briefly.Â
You wonder whatâs caused the shift in his mood since he seemed so bright only a moment ago when greeting Lawrence.Â
âOh, youâll have to tell me all about it, Iâm interested to hear how things happened between you,â Lawrence says.
Humming quietly, you nod as your attention remains on Jungkook. âSome other time, I think we need to get moving now,â you say, nodding towards the crowd of moving guests ahead of you.Â
âAh, yes,â he answers, turning to look behind him. âIâll see you around though, yeah?â He places his hand on your arm.Â
You donât pay much attention to it but feel Jungkook pull on your hand gently.Â
âYeah man, weâll see you around,â he says, reaching to pat Lawrenceâs arm.Â
Lawrence nods, throwing you a smile before he turns and joins the rest of your party.Â
As he walks away, Jungkook turns to you. âShall we go too?â
You nod, allowing him to lead the way, hand still in yours. Thereâs a hum of conversation around you as everyone makes their way back towards the cars to take you to the port, but youâre grateful no one interrupts the two of you as you walk alone, a little behind the rest.Â
âYou okay?â you ask after a quiet moment.Â
Jungkook answers almost right away. âYeah. You?â
âMhm.â You watch him as he kicks some of the sand beneath his feet with every step. âYou sure though?â
He turns to look at you, a smile on his lips though his brows furrow a little in the middle. âYeah, why?â
âJust,â you shrug. âI thought you seemed a bit quiet back there with Lawrence.â
Jungkook turns away and shrugs. âIâm all good, no reason not to be.âÂ
Itâs not exactly convincing to you, but you take his word for it. If itâs something he wants to tell you, heâll tell you in his own time if he wants to. Or, itâs actually just nothing and youâre overthinking this for no reason. After all, there is no explanation that you can think of for Jungkook to be upset with Lawrence, especially when he was so happy to see him just now. Yes, youâre just overthinking it.Â
âY/N, Jungkook, please be on time for breakfast tomorrow and not an hour late like last time,â your mother scolds airily as she waves her hand behind her.Â
âYes, mom,â you smile as she turns into her cabin.Â
âWill do,â Jungkook nods, raising a hand to say good night to your parents.Â
Once their door is closed, Jungkook continues to walk with you towards your cabin.Â
âYou better wake up earlier this time,â you yawn, pulling out your key card.Â
Jungkook scoffs, coming to a stop next to your door. âMe?!â He rests his hand against the door frame, leaning closer. âYouâre the one who was still sleeping when I came down.â
Smiling, you shake your head. âYou have no proof.â
He matches your smile, cocking his head. âAlright, Iâm recording you tomorrow morning, donât get mad at me when I get your bed head and dried dribble face on camera.â
âHey,â you pout, leaning against the door frame. âI donât dribble.â
Jungkook shrugs, smiling. âTomorrow Iâll have proof.â
You narrow your eyes at him, internally vowing to wake up early so you can be ready before he comes to you. âThereâs noââ
âOh, Jungkook, Y/N!âÂ
The sickeningly sweet cotton candy voice has your smile faltering. Jungkook winces, his face hidden from Valentina as she approaches from behind you.Â
Slowly, you turn around to face her.
âWell isnât this just perfect,â she beams, coming to stop beside you both. âWeâre neighbours here!âÂ
Chuckling, you nod your head. âThat really is perfect.âÂ
Valentine smiles again, glancing between the two of you before shrugging. âWell,â she sighs, opening her purse to look for her key card. âDonât mind me, I was just grabbing a few things. You two enjoy your night.â She waves airily but doesnât move.Â
âMhm, you too,â you nod.Â
As she pulls out her key card, sheâs just about to walk away before she pauses to focus on Jungkook and a delicate frown appears on her face.Â
Glancing at him, youâre not surprised to see sheâs frowning. Jungkook hasnât said a word and he looks rather pained right now.
âJungkook, are you okay?â She tilts her head. âYou look a littleâŠâ She steps closer, frown deepening as she moves until all of a sudden she stops. âOh.â Her eyes widen, an apologetic pout appearing on her face. âI see, was I interrupting something?â She asks, pointing between you both.Â
For a second youâre confused â yes, she interrupted your conversation with Jungkook and she knows that already â but then you remember that youâre supposed to be in a romantic relationship with Jungkook, and the expression on Valentina's face tells you she thinks sheâs interrupted something else.Â
Jungkook is obviously just as confused. âHuh?â
âYouâre both going to bed now, are you not?â
He frowns. âUh, yeahâŠâ
âYes, I thought so. Apologies thenâŠâ She glances down towards Jungkookâs crotch as the words that follow imply it â âoh, sorry, I mustâve put that fire out.â
A strangled noise escapes Jungkookâs throat and he looks relatively mortified. âWhat?â no!â He takes a step closer to your side while you somehow pull him closer to your side protectively in an attempt to hide him from her.Â
Valentina doesnât respond to the expressions on neither of your faces and only sighs disappointedly, flipping her hair behind her shoulder. âI remember there was a time when I was the one to ignite the fire in your loins.â
The same strangled noise comes from Jungkook and you have to stop from bursting out into laughter.Â
âVal,â Jungkook says, âwere you not going somewhere?â
âOh, yes.â She perks up, smiling brightly again. âWell you two lovebirds go ahead.âÂ
Just when you expect her to walk away, she doesnât. In fact she stands there waiting for Jungkook and you to go into what she thinks is your shared cabin.Â
âWe will,â Jungkook says with the fakest smile youâve seen on him.
Valentina only nods, still waiting.
Jungkook is about to say something again but you know thereâs no point. Unlocking your door, you pull him into your room with you. âBye, Val.â
âGood night,â you hear her respond as the door closes shut.Â
Turning around to face Jungkook, you look at him with an expression crossed between shock and amusement. ïżœïżœOh my God, how did you ever date her?!â
Jungkook groans, collapsing face down onto the end of your bed. âI swear she isnât that bad, sheâs doing it on purpose,â he says, muffled into the sheets.
Humming, you sit at the end of your bed beside him. âI guess so.â You lie down so youâre level with him.
Lying beside him, itâs quiet for a moment as you replay the exchange in your head. âSo, she mustâve really been something if she was igniting the fire in your loins.â You canât help but snort after saying it and Jungkook laughs beside you too, head still buried.Â
Now that Valentina isnât here, you allow yourself to laugh at it and youâre glad Jungkook does too. By the time youâre done laughing at it, youâre wiping away tears.
Lifting his head, he shakes his head. âThis isnât gonna be easy,â he says.Â
âYeah, she really doesnât make it easy,â you respond quietly.Â
Both of you fall silent for a moment again, listening carefully to see if you can hear her footsteps.Â
âI canât hear her anymore,â Jungkook says.
âMe neither.â You turn to look at him.Â
He props himself up on his elbows. âSo what now?â
âWell, we could wait till she goes away and then you sneak out,â you think aloud. âBut how are we gonna do that every night?â
Jungkook nods, understanding. âSo I should just stay?â
âIâm cool with it if you are,â you shrug.
For a moment, Jungkook doesnât say anything, then he looks at you with a soft frown creasing his forehead. âAre you sure?â
âTotally sure,â you nod, rolling onto your side to lean on your elbow. âBesides, itâs not like weâve made things easy for ourselves,â you add with a laugh.Â
The lines seem to have disappeared from Jungkookâs face but when your eyes search for some kind of clue to his feelings, you find something you canât decipher hiding behind the brown of his eyes.Â
He smiles, releasing a soft breath as he does so, and only now do you realise how close your face is to his.Â
âPromise me youâll tell me if you feel uncomfortable?â he says.Â
Nodding, you lift your pinky finger.Â
He raises his own hand and closes his own pinky finger around yours.Â
âI will,â you promise him.
His smile grows and oddly, you feel your heart do a little flutter in your chest as a warm feeling spreads through you. Youâre suddenly reminded of how you felt earlier on in the evening as you lay on the balcony with Jungkook⊠has he always made you feel this way? Before you can let yourself think about it, Jungkook is leaping off the bed and with him, the feeling disappears.Â
âSo, I donât plan on having your mum tell me off tomorrow morning so Iâm going to sleep.â He turns to look at you, placing his hand on his hips. âSlight problem though, my clothes are in my cabin.âÂ
âThen go get them, duh,â you answer.
âWhat if Valentina is still outside?â he says, pointing to the door. âItâs only been a few minutes, I wouldnât be surprised if sheâs trying to eavesdrop on us right now.â
âHmmâŠâ you canât deny he has a point. âWell I guess,â you say, dropping your voice to a whisper, âyou wonât know until you try.â
âAlright,â Jungkook sighs, grabbing his phone from the bed.Â
You follow him to the door and youâre actually almost surprised when he opens it to reveal no one is there. Jungkook turns to look at you sporting a similar expression on his face and shrugs before stepping out.Â
âI guess that makes things easier for usââ
Youâre interrupted mid-sentence as Jungkook immediately turns back into the room with a slightly panicked expression, barging into you.Â
âJungkook!â Losing your balance, you feel yourself falling backwards with Jungkook stumbling forward. Your ass hits the floor first and you just manage to bring your arms behind you in time but your head still hits the carpeted floor behind you, and Jungkook who seems to fall in slow motion with you, eventually lands on top of you.Â
âOh Iâm sorry,â he mumbles, pushing himself up onto his forearms.
âThat really hurt,â you groan, squirming on the floor. Youâre grateful the floor is carpeted but both your head and ass still hurt.Â
Jungkook looks down at you with concern replacing any previous features. âWhere?âÂ
Rubbing the back of your head, you frown at him. âEverywhere. Whyâd you turn back?â
âSheâs right there!â Jungkook suddenly whispers instead. âShe was practically having sex against the wall with some guy.â
Still recovering from your fall, you look at him confused. âWhat?â
Jungkook grimaces. âShe was outside her room with some guy.â
âBut we just saw her!â you respond in a hushed whisper.Â
âI know! He mustâve been close by and they were making out like their lives depended onââÂ
âWell, this is interesting.â
Rolling your eyes at the sound of her voice, you let your head drop back onto the floor while Jungkook scrambles to move off of you. Moving beside you, he reveals Valentina standing at the door, her lipstick smudged and her hair a bit messier than it was a little while earlier.
She narrows her eyes, placing her hands on her hips. âForeplay on the floor is new to me, and leaving the door openâŠâ She looks directly at Jungkook. âI didnât know you were into voyeurism.â
Jungkook visibly freaks out, getting up and pulling you with him. âNo, gosh, it was an accident.â
Valentina frowns. âI donât judge, Jungkook,â she says matter-of-factly.
âI wouldnât care if you did,â he replies almost exasperatedly. âBut this was just an accident, we fell over.â
âHm, okay,â she says with a shrug as she glances at the bed.Â
You know she doesnât believe him but really thereâs nothing else you can say to make her think otherwise. Besides, you donât really care what she thinks while your head still hurts.Â
âWell, anyway, Iâve got to go.â She looks back at you with a smirk. âHow about we both do our best to keep it down tonight, hm?â she winks before turning and fluttering her fingers. âTa-ta angels, see you in the morning!â
As soon as sheâs disappeared from view, you go shut the door behind her, leaning against the wood.Â
âOkay, she is so doing it on purpose.â
âI know,â Jungkook agrees almost immediately. âI donât get why though.â
âI know why,â you say, raising your brows. âShe probably still isnât over you.â
Jungkook shakes his head. âIf anything, sheâs just not used to people moving on from her. Her exes were always all over her when we were together.â
âSo she expects you to go crawling back to her?â
âPretty much,â he shrugs. âSheâs really not helping herself though. Maybe I should talk to her, tell her to just give me spaceâŠâ He looks at you, raising his brow in question.
âYou could, but I reckon sheâll just act innocent and pretend she has no clue what youâre talking about.â
âTrue,â Jungkook sighs.
âLook, itâs fine,â you say, walking over to the drawer. âItâs just Val, nothing we havenât dealt with before.â Throwing a set of satin pyjamas on the bed, you turn around to face him again. âBesides, Iâm tired now, my head hurts and Iâd like to sleep.â
The frown on Jungkookâs face doesnât disappear. âIt still hurts?â he asks, coming over to you.Â
âYeah, you knocked me over pretty hard, my ass hurts too,â you pout.
Jungkook chuckles, hands coming to rest on your shoulders and he squeezes gently. âWant me to massage it?â he jokes.
âOoh, good idea. Letâs leave the door open too,â you laugh.
Jungkook smiles, still giving you a shoulder massage and you feel yourself letting go slowly.Â
âMm,â you hum softly, head relaxing. Jungkook steps closer and you let your forehead rest against his chest.
You donât realise as Jungkookâs hands stop working and gently make their way around your waist, holding you up as you get lost in the warmth of his embrace.
âShould we go to bed before you fall asleep here?â Jungkook says after a moment.Â
Pulling away from him, you smile with tired eyes. âDibs on the bathroom first.â
Jungkook obliges and sits down on your bed while you go first. When itâs his turn, he goes quickly since he has the most minimal night time routine, one of which youâve always been envious of.Â
Youâre just finishing brushing your hair when heâs coming out.
âWhat time is it?â he asks, stepping out as he dries his face.Â
âAlmost two,â you respond, getting up to walk over to your pyjamas on the bed.Â
Jungkook turns around without being told, facing the opposite direction. âDâyou think I could go get my clothes from upstairs now?â
You pull on your pyjama bottoms. âProbably not. I donât think I have anything that would fit you either.â
âWhat do I do then?â Jungkook asks, his confused tone making you laugh.
âDonât act like you donât sleep naked half the time, Jeon.â
âWell when Iâm alone, yeah. I donât wanna make you uncomfortable,â he says.
âIâm not, donât worry.â You clamber into bed, pulling the sheets up to your shoulders as you get comfortable. âJust get into bed.â
Still facing away from you, Jungkook shrugs before pulling off his top. You donât realise youâre staring at him strip until he starts pulling down his pants.
Abruptly, you pull the covers up even higher so you canât see him. You hear him shuffling and then he stops but you canât feel him getting into bed.
âReally?â he says. âMy abs offend you that much?â
You canât help but laugh, still keeping your eyes closed as you move the sheets down but place your hand in front of your eyes instead. âActually, they make for pretty good eye candy.â
Jungkook gasps scandalously, still shuffling about the room. âHave you been checking me out, Y/N?â
Cocking your head, you smile. âNow what kind of best friend would I be if I didnât appreciate you and your God given looks, hm?â
âA terrible one.â
âExactly.â
âSo why are you covering your eyes?â he asks, his voice growing louder as you feel the covers move beside you.Â
âBecause thereâs another friend of yours that I donât think I should be seeing as your best friend,â you say, ignoring the way you feel your cheeks go warm when you say it, and especially the way Jungkookâs deep chuckle sounds as you notice the bed dip beside you.
âHeâs covered,â he says quietly.
âNot enough.â
Jungkook laughs again and this time you can feel his body beside yours. âThat friend is hidden safe and sound, Y/N. You can look now.â
Peeking your eyes open slowly, you see Jungkook right beside you in bed. Heâs sitting up, smiling down at you with his abs eye level to you. Youâve seen Jungkook topless before plenty of times, but being this close and being in bed with him is new to you. Youâre sure itâs the reason you feel your heart rate rising.Â
âGood,â you say, turning away. âNow hide the eye candy please. Itâs bedtime, Iâve brushed my teeth and Iâm not trying to get a cavity.â
Jungkook laughs, sliding down further into the bed to cover himself up to his shoulders.Â
âTheyâre that sweet, huh?â
âIâd be disappointed if they werenât, all that time in the gym would just be a waste.â
âNow thatâs true,â Jungkook says with a smile, shifting in the bed so heâs more comfortable.
You hum quietly, staying still as Jungkook moves. Only once heâs found his comfortable position, then you do the same, turning onto your belly facing him.Â
Jungkook happens to be facing you too and he smiles sleepily as his eyes close. âGood night, Y/N.â
Your eyes remain open for a few seconds as you look at him a little longer. âMhm, night Koo,â you whisper, smiling even though he canât see you.Â
He looks pretty when he sleeps. You take in every one of his features, unaware that there is still a smile on your face as you do so.
Catching you unaware, Jungkook winks an eye open. âWhatâre you looking at, hm?â he asks softly with a teasing lilt to his voice.Â
You feel flustered, eyes going wide. âThereâs something on your face,â you say quickly, brushing nothing off of his face. âEyelash or something,â you mutter, subconsciously shifting away from him a little since the close proximity definitely isnât helping.Â
âUh-huh,â he nods, hiding a smile.Â
Youâre not sure what it is about his smile that makes your heart skip a beat and your senses go fuzzy like theyâve done so more than once now because of Jungkook. Itâs odd, heâs not doing anything different, yet you feel different. Mentally, you officially dub this The Jungkook Effect.Â
Thereâs not much you can say to defend yourself so you press your eyes shut and fight back a smile yourself. âWell, anyway, good night.â
âYou sure you wanna sleep?â Jungkook teases.Â
âOh shut up,â you say with a laugh, you pull one of the pillows out from behind your head and place it in the small space between your torsos.Â
Jungkook lifts his own head off his pillow and looks down at it with an amused smile. âIs this really necessary?â
Lifting your own head and resting on your palm, you arch your brow at him. âIâve read enough books to know what happens when two people who arenât dating share a bed.â
Jungkook mirrors your expression and dares to move an inch closer. âAnd whatâs that?â
Smiling like the little know it all you are, you answer, âThey wake up in the morning with someoneâs cute ass, which would be mine in this case, conveniently pushed up against someoneâs dick.â
Jungkook clicks his tongue and the smirk on his lips is clear as day. âAh, which would be mine,â he says, briefly looking down. His lips look wet when he says it and for some reason you find yourself wanting this conversation to continue on the same wavelength it is right now⊠but itâs also at this moment you realise youâre lying in bed and practically flirting with your best friend.
âExactly,â you say, letting out a small breath as you fall back into your pillow, looking up to the ceiling.
Pursing his lips, Jungkook hides a smile. âWell I guess we definitely donât want that to happen.â
You stifle a laugh as you lightly whack him with the pillow between you before putting it back in its place. âShut it, Jeon.âÂ
He chuckles, falling back into his pillow. âJust kidding,â he murmurs, sliding further beneath the covers and getting comfortable. âGood night, Y/N.â
With a tired smile, you hum. âGood night, Koo.â
The stops at St Tropez and Nice both pass as quickly as the first few cities in Spain and before you know it, youâve visited all the cities scheduled for France too. The stop in Barcelona has been your favourite so far though â the resort the Diamindisâ booked for the families on the cruise most definitely did not disappoint and the riding you got to do was just a big bonus, especially watching Alias struggling with his mare.Â
The whole Jungkook situation has been pretty easy to navigate too. Now that the important people in your life know itâs not real, it makes it easier and Jungkook and you only need to behave as you normally do so youâre both happy. On top of that, youâve noted that you havenât had any more experiences with the Jungkook effect, though youâre not sure you can say that pleases you.Â
Itâs also been a while since youâve hung out with Lawrence. He seemed to stay close in the first few days but you figured it must be his parents encouraging him to socialise with some of the other families since heâs not at home much. This became true enough when you saw him stuck at a table in some fancy restaurant in Nice with the Maddisonâs.Â
Although you did hope to get to spend some more time with Lawrence, at least for old times sake, you canât say you care much, especially since Sophia has finally joined you.Â
âWhy donât we go to the pool?â you say, raising your brows at Sophia. Itâs almost midnight but youâre still lounging on a quieter deck with Jungkook and Alias. Since itâs a sea day tomorrow, you donât need to be up early and it seems like itâll be more fun than the last time now that Sophia is here too.
She perks up at that, turning towards you. âItâs closed right?â
âYep, but that just makes it better,â you smile, ignoring Jungkook and Alias scoffing at your change in opinion â last time you were adamant that you should be following the rules.Â
âOkay, letâs do it.â She looks at Jungkook and Alias. âYou guys joining us?â
âSure,â Alias hops up. âItâll be fun to see Y/N break the rules,â he grins at you.
Sassing him, you get up too. âThis time Iâm pushing you in.â
âIâd like to see you try.â Alias tenses, flexing his biceps. âIâm 73 kilos of this,â he nods.
Itâs no secret that Alias has an impressive figure, but unwilling to cave, you just roll your eyes and playfully swat his arm. âWhatever.â
âAlright, letâs meet at the top deck pool in ten minutes?â Jungkook says hopping up from the lounge.Â
âMake that fifteen,â Sophia says. âI donât know where I put all my swimsuits.â
Agreeing, you all head towards the upper decks, only splitting up to go towards your respective corridors to your cabins. Sophia and Alias go right towards the corridor where their family cabins are situated, while Jungkook and you still need to walk a little further to get back to your shared cabin.
Surprisingly, itâs been easy to share a cabin with Jungkook. Most days you come back from whatever activity you had that day and knock out easily since youâre so tired. On top of that, your pillow idea seems to be working perfectly and you havenât experienced any awkward or uncomfortable moments. There have, however, been a few times youâve mistaken the pillow for Jungkook and in the split second it takes you to realise itâs only the pillow, you can swear your heart skips a beat and your pulse races. The disappointment that follows is something you canât seem to explain to yourself.Â
âSo Sophia comes and all of a sudden youâre Little Miss Daredevil, huh?â Jungkook says, as you walk together.Â
You glance at him and note how handsome he looks today. After spending some time in the sea while in Nice, his dark locks are curled and framing his face perfectly. He walks with his hands in his short pockets and the linen material of his shirt blows in the evening air giving the occasional glimpse of his lean figure. It occurs to you that this is going to be coming off in a short while when you go to the poolâ
Oop. You pause your thoughts, realising that the little flutter you just felt down south was definitely due to picturing your best friend topless. A part of you feels guilty wondering if Jungkook would be embarrassed, but you also know that Jungkook knows what you think of his physique. You pretty much said it all the other night and heâs caught you looking plenty of times before that, even making jokes about it when you did.
âShe brings out that side of me,â you sigh, smiling as you descend the steps that lead towards your corridor.
âAlias and I arenât good enough for you, huh?â
âDonât take it personally,â you joke, and Jungkook just laughs quietly so he doesnât wake up anyone as you walk past some cabins.Â
Once back at your own, you quickly change into a bathing suit and throw on a hoodie and shorts so in case any staff see you, they donât suspect youâre planning on going to the pool.
Alias is already waiting at the top deck and you can also see heâs brought some drinks along with him. Heâs chosen not to cover up and is revealing his washboard abs for the whole world to see, and letâs not forget those killer thighs of his.Â
âBeat you here,â he says without even thinking.
âWho was counting?â Jungkook says, bumping shoulders with him on purpose.Â
âI was,â Alias responds, and quickly the two resort to their childish antics as Jungkook pulls him into a headlock. You choose to sit and watch, dipping your toes in the pool as you throw your hoodie to the side.Â
âGuys, shut up, we can hear you from a mile away,â you hear Sophiaâs voice from behind you as she climbs the steps to your deck.Â
Jungkook and Alias stop mid-wrestle and you get up to pull your shorts off.Â
âHuh?â Alias frowns, pulling himself free from Jungkook. âWe?â
Once Sophia is standing on the deck, you see someone else coming up behind her.Â
Lawrence.Â
Sophia steps to the side as he steps up. âYeah, we,â she repeats.Â
âHey guys,â Lawrence says with a harmless smile, glancing across at you all.
âHey,â you smile back.
âOh, hey man,â Alias waves.Â
Jungkook smiles too with a nod of his head.Â
âI saw Lawrence on the way so I thought Iâd ask him to join us,â Sophia explains as she too pulls off an oversized hoodie.Â
âI hope thatâs alright,â Lawrence chuckles awkwardly.
âThe more the merrier,â Alias says with a shrug. âSo,â he looks at you, âwho are we pushing in first?â
âYou,â you smile.Â
Alias spreads his arms, inviting you. âIâd love to see you try, babe.â
Glancing to his right, you subtly raise your brow at Jungkook who smiles back at you. In a split second, Alias is being lifted from the ground and tossed into the pool.Â
Sophia and you jump into the pool right after, surfacing close to Alias.
âI thought we were friends,â he laughs at Jungkook splashing water towards him. âGosh, I forgot how whipped you are.âÂ
Jungkook just laughs and shrugs. âSorry, man,â is all he says.
âYou getting in?â Sophia asks Lawrence as she joins you next to the pool, dipping your toes first.Â
He nods. âI guess.â He glances around looking at the empty surroundings. This top deck is pretty big considering itâs wholly private.
âWhat?â Alias holds out his arms. âWeâre not good enough for you?â he jokes.Â
âOf course you are,â Lawrence says before he shrugs, lips curving into a smile. âI just think with all this space, we could do something more.â
âOh.â Sophia raises her brows, intrigued. âLike what?â
She speaks for all of you as you all look at him.
âI risk sounding like a five year old,â he says with a small laugh, âbut how about hide and seek.â He looks around again. âWeâre on a ship, weâve got plenty of hiding spaces.â
The rest of you glance at each other and itâs clear that youâre all in agreement.
Alias jumps out of the pool. âAlright, but itâs hide and seek chase.â He grabs a towel and dries himself off. âIâm it first,â he adds with a devilish smile.
âEven better,â Lawrence says, pleased that everyone is on board. âAre we splitting up or staying together?â
âIâll go with Y/N,â Jungkook says, approaching your side as you get up from the side of the pool. The air is chilly to your wet skin but you quickly warm up as Jungkook helps you pat dry.
âIâll stay with Lawrence,â Sophia says, walking over to his side.
âAlright letâs stick to the top two decks when hiding, but if Iâm chasing you, we can go anywhere,â Alias says, pulling on a linen tee.
âWhereâs the base?â you ask, covering yourself up too.Â
âHere?â Sophia proposes.
âOr only inside the pool,â Jungkook adds to the suggestion with a shrug.
Lawrence nods in agreement, as do the rest of you.
âAlright,â Alias smirks. âReady?â He doesnât wait for an answer before starting to count down, âone hundred, ninety nine, ninety eightâŠâ
The rest of you bolt immediately knowing that 100 seconds with Alias will only be 50, if that.
Sophia doesnât even wait for Lawrenceâs confirmation before running in the direction she came from but he follows her anyway.
With a tight hold on your hand, Jungkook pulls you in the opposite direction, already running faster than you can keep up with.Â
âSlow down,â you laugh, squeezing his hand.
âCâmon,â he says without turning back and without slowing down. âWe gotta get away first, heâs only gonna count to ten.â
Just as you suspected, even with the distance thatâs been put between you already, you can hear Alias yell out for you all to hear.
âReady or not, here I come.â
Youâre just grateful thereâs no cabins near here.Â
It feels like youâre running for a mile, starting outside before Jungkook takes you through a door and down multiple corridors and even two smaller staircases you had no idea existed. Heâs slower now which comes and a relief to you, but youâre still panting from all the sprinting.
âKoo, where the hell are we going?â you ask, tugging on his hand to make him stop.minutes, you find yourself on a part of the ship youâve never been to before.
âYouâre lost, arenât you?â you say, not really caring about being lost because youâre just glad Jungkook stopped running.
âNo, Iâve been here before.â Judging by the way heâs walking, it does seem like he knows where heâs going. âWeâre near our cabin.âÂ
âReally?â You look around, frowning at your surroundings. âI donât recognise it.â
âYep,â Jungkook takes your hand as he taps his pass on a door to go down a corridor which you still donât recognise but from the smell, seems to be near the kitchen.Â
âWait, JungkookâŠâ you pause, looking back at a small sign above where Jungkook tapped his card. Staff only. âHow?â you ask in bewilderment.
Jungkook just pulls you forward with a smug look on his face âAlias gave it to me. He got one for himself and Alex too.â
Of course he did. âHeâs trying to get us kicked off, I swear.â
âItâs just for a little fun,â Jungkook grins. âBesides, this way, we can win the game.â
âYeah, except Alias can get in here too then.â
Coming to a split in the corridor, Jungkook stops. âOh yeah,â he mumbles. âWell,Â
âHey!â
Jungkook and you both turn on the spot to the sound of a voice from ahead of you. Itâs a member of staff, the same one from the night Alias and Jungkook jumped in the pool. He seemed pretty mad at the time and seeing his expression now as he starts walking towards you, he seems the same. You donât blame him, he was chasing you guys for the better part of ten minutes.
âRun?â Jungkook whispers, his fingers clasping yours tightly.
âRun,â you nod.
Before you know it, your legs are moving as Jungkook leads you down the closest corridor.
âHey! Stop!âÂ
You almost feel bad about running away, but at the same time, you know that the guy is only trying to stop you to feed whatever power trip heâs on, so you keep running as fast as you can to try to keep up with Jungkook.
âDo you know where youâre going?â you huff, looking over your shoulder.
The guy is right behind you.Â
âNo,â Jungkook laughs, slowing down as he sees a corridor to his right.Â
âKeep going,â you laugh too, pulling him down the corridor before the guy can catch up.Â
âOi, I said stop!â he yells.
âWhat dâyou think, Y/N?â Jungkook asks, though he shows no sign of stopping. âShould we listen to him?â
âNever,â you respond, glancing back again. He seems to be slowing down but you donât stop yet. This time, you take the lead and go down a smaller corridor which you realise leads to a staircase.
âUp,â Jungkook ushers you, letting you go first. Luckily it;s a short one and Jungkook comes up close behind you.
âLeft or right?â you ask, glancing down the corridor. The left leads to a door which heads outside, the right leads to a door which seems to hide a dimly lit corridor.
Jungkook takes your hand again, going left. As he pushes the door open, you hear the guy is still coming close behind you. âStop,â he yells.
Youâre honestly surprised heâs still chasing you but youâre also tired now and really just want to stop. âKoo, I think I have asthma,â you breathe out, feeling your steps slow down.
Jungkoook chuckles, looking back at you. âY/N, weâve been through this before, you donât have asthma.â
You would pout because you know heâs righ and you still want to stop but you also donât want that guy to catch up to you.Â
Still, Jungkook glances around while jogging as though heâs looking for something. âAh, there!â
Youâre too tired to ask what, only letting Jungkook lead you across the deck to a door which takes you back inside. As you enter, you see the staff still coming behind you. Gosh, heâs bothered. After only a few yards, Jungkook uses the staff pass to open a door on your right. Inside is a small room with a few shelves lining the walls and one big one in the middle; itâs full of rescue equipment.
âWhat the hell, Koo?â you laugh, letting him take you inside as he closes the door quickly.Â
He takes you to hide behind the biggest shelf in the middle of the room. With your back pressed against it, he stands close in front of you so he can still see the door.
When you look up at him, you see a massive grin on his face and that mischievous gleam in his eyes that you love.
âYouâre crazy,â you murmur, restraining a laugh.
âShh,â he whispers, placing his hand beside your head as he takes the smallest step closer, one thatâs enough for you to feel the warmth of his breathing as his chest rises and falls so close to you.Â
The sensation makes you fall quiet anyway and youâre sure that even if you did speak, no one from outside would be able to hear you, but youâre rather enjoying the feeling of having him this close to you. The smell of his perfume â your favourite â fills you with every heavy inhale as you catch your breath too, and suddenly, you find this feeling familiar.
That damned Jungkook effect.Â
Since youâre stuck here hiding for a few moments, you can do nothing but just embrace it as it comes. Apparently youâre embracing it a little too much as you donât realise your eyes close and your head slowly moves closer to his chest. It just feels so good being this close to him â feeling his warmth, smelling him⊠his body is so close to yours, you wonder what would happen if you just took another step forward andâ
âYou okay there?â Jungkookâs voice comes out low with a humorous lilt.
ââHm?â Your eyes go wide as you realise your head was resting on his chest. âSorry,â you mumble, suddenly feeling your cheeks go warm. âIâm tired, itâs late.â
âMhm, thatâs okay.â
Looking up, you see the mischievous gleam in his eyes has changed to something playful.Â
âYou can use me as a pillow anytime,â he adds with a wink.
Scoffing, you poke him in the chest. âWell I gotta put these pecs to use somehow.â
He laughs quietly before poking his head out to the side. âCome on, I think heâs gone and weâve got a game to get back to.â
You follow him to the door and find the corridor empty, thankfully. âAlias has probably already found the other guys.â
âThat would make us the winners.â
âMm, Iâm pretty sure weâre supposed to get back to base first.â
âOh, yeah.â Jungkook pauses, looking around. âWhere is the base from here?â
âUmâŠâ Stopping beside him, you look around too. Itâs hard to tell when itâs dark but thereâs some parts of the deck which look familiar to you. âI think we keep going forward.â
âActually, I think weâve passed the way up.â
âWhat?â you frown, looking up confused.Â
âWell the pool was at one of the top decks and thereâs one way up which we missed, no?â
âI donât think so.â
Jungkook looks down at you, his brows raised. âReally?â
âReally,â you say, taking his hand to tug him along, except he doesnât move. When you look back at him, you see heâs got his brows raised with a smile, one that only spells a challenge.Â
âOh, câmon, Koo,â you sigh.Â
He shrugs before swinging your hand. âLetâs see who gets there first then,â he says in a sing-songy voice.
âFine,â you shrug, already turning away from him. âJust be careful Alias doesnât get you on your way.â
âIâll be fine, just look out for yourself,â he responds as he already starts skipping back the other way.Â
Shaking your head, you turn back to look at your surroundings. Youâre sure thereâs a small staircase somewhere near here that youâre supposed to go up which should be close to the pool. Itâs when youâre glancing around now that you realise itâs actually quite scary being alone on an empty deck late at night with no company but the sea.
Taking a few steps back, you look down the way you came to see if Jungkook might still be there but of course heâs not â heâs probably running to make sure he gets back before you.
Sighing, you continue down the path that seems familiar to you, only to hear a small bang from somewhere in front of you. Immediately, youâre relieved to see Lawrence coming around the corner ahead of you.
He smiles when he sees you. âHey,â he says, voice hushed.Â
âHey,â you answer, looking behind him. âWas that bang you?â
He looks back, confused for a split second before he nods. âOh, yeah, I just jumped down the last few steps when I was coming down.â
âRight. Whereâs Alias and Sophia?â
âWell Alias tried to get me just a little while ago but I lost him,â he says, looking proud of himself before he frowns. âWhereâs Jungkook?â
âWe split up,â you answer with a smug smile. âHe thinks the base is back this way.â You point in the direction that he went in. âBut I know itâs this way.â You point in the opposite direction.
Lawrence chuckles, looking at you somewhat endearingly though it goes unnoticed by you. âUh, Y/N, itâs the other way.â
âHuh?â you frown, looking back. âReally?âÂ
âYep,â he nods, hiding an amused smile. âI can show you the way if you like?â
Sighing in defeat, you agree to go with him. âItâs not like I have any chances of beating him now.â
âAh,â Lawrence sighs as he falls into stride beside you. âStill got the competitive streak I see?â
âMe?â you laugh quietly, glancing at him.
âMhm, you,â he says matter-of-factly, still sporting a smile.
Looking at him now, you note how relaxed and care-free he seems. Youâre not sure whether itâs because his usually swept back hair is now falling freely, or if itâs because of the glow on his face from the light sheen of sweat from the humidity of the evening air. Itâs nice to see him like this, even the smile is a difference â growing up he always seemed so mysterious and quiet which no doubt had to do with the pressure he faced as an only child and a big family name to live up to.Â
âWell, itâs good you remember. I wonât be losing today either,â you say with a playful nudge.
âOh, donât worry,â he laughs. âIf we bump into Alias, Iâm ditching you fast.â
âI hope so, youâre dead weight to me.â
âHey!â He nudges you back as he still laughs, loosely running his hand through his hair.
âMm, remember when we were kids?â you say, suddenly reminiscing. âWe used to do this stuff all the time.â
Lawrence nods. âI do,â he says with a smile. âThere was one Christmas, we all went up to that chalet in⊠oh, where was it?â he frowns, looking at you. âCourchevel?â
âHmâŠâ You shake your head as it rings a bell. âI donât think so, there was only one year we celebrated Christmas abroad all together and it wasnât in France.â
âSwitzerland?â
âYes!â You say, pointing your finger at him as you suddenly remember the finer details of the trip. âAt St Moritz, we had that massive suite at Kempinski.â
âThat's the one,â Lawrence says with a smile matching yours. âDâyou remember those nights we would always want to go out but our parents never let us? So we used to run around hiding from them.â
âMhm,â you nod. âI remember Leon and Helena would get so mad, even I was scared of them but their own kids never even cared.â
âMy parents got mad too but we still did it every night,â Lawrence laughs, his walk slowing down as the two of you approach the bow. âI wonder how he were so brave,â he continues, âI bet it was Aliasâs idea, all the fun stuff was always his idea.â
âMm, actually, I think it was yours,â you say, tilting your head towards him.Â
âReally?â Lawrence questions, brow raised as he walks closer to the ledge overlooking the tranquil evening sea though you canât actually see much besides a distant glittering coastline.Â
âMhm, really,â you nod, coming to stand beside him.
Lawrence turns so heâs facing you, a thoughtful expression on his face but his lips are still curved in a smile as they have been this whole time. âIâm surprised you remember.â
You shrug. âI remember a lot of things.â
Lawrence opens his mouth as though to say something before closing it.Â
âWhat?â you ask, turning to face him too.Â
He shakes his head. âI was about to ask something but itâs probably gonna sound stupid.â
âStupid questions are my favourite to answer,â you say with a smile.Â
He arches a brow, his smile changing to something more timid. âDâyou remember a lot about me or just everything in general?â
You laugh, not having expected that. Lawrence isnât really the conceited type so you donât think itâs coming from a place of vanity, and the shy hesitancy he says it with almost makes him seem cute â like he wants you to say him.
âBoth I guess,â you answer honestly.Â
He laughs too, one that reminds you of the days you spent daydreaming about him. It feels almost nostalgic, certainly not the same. If this was a few years ago you mightâve gotten butterflies from just hearing that laugh but now you only feel happy to see him letting his guard down and smiling which is a rare occurrence with him.
âAre you surprised?â you ask.
âWell, yeah,â he says, still with a shyness. âI thought I just went unnoticed in school.â
âUnnoticed? You were without a doubt one of the most popular guys in school.â
He shrugs. âNever felt like it.â
You scoff in amusement. âYeah, because imagine being the one to receive almost 100 cards on Valentineâs Day every year, not to mention the endless notes in your lockers.â
âAh,â Lawrence laughs softly. âOkay I see your point.â He glances towards you. âNever got one from you though.â
âI was too shy,â you say, trying to hide the truth a little with a tone of sarcasm.Â
âProbably wouldâve said yes if it was from you,â he says with a playful smirk.
âThanks for telling me this late,â you laugh. âBut waitâŠâ You look at him in amusement, having just processed some of what heâs said. âSo youâre telling me you had no idea that I had a crush on you in school?!â
Confusion is the first and only emotion you manage to catch on Lawrenceâs face, the rest passing in a second. âI had no idea!â he says, half laughing while still in what can only be surprise. âYou liked me?â He looks at you and you notice a tinge of pink colouring his cheeks.
âFor a long time,â you laugh. âThough I donât know why, you never paid me much attention until college.â
Lawrence doesnât skip a beat when answering. âI had to! Iâm two years older than you, any attention I wanted to give you throughout school mightâve just caused problems and I didnât want that for you.â
âWell, how thoughtful of you to not want me to be the subject of stupid rumours, meanwhile I was left to pine over you,â you say somewhat sarcastically but still humourful. âIf only I knew that you were being so considerateâŠâ only now do you realise exactly what it is that Lawrence has just said⊠âHang on.â You pause, brows creasing as you turn to look at him. âYou what?â
Lawrence suddenly hesitates, timidly. âI had a thing for you,â he mumbles after a few seconds.
âYou did?â
âMhm, for a while. Itâs always been there⊠still is.â
Your head is reeling⊠you couldâve had Lawrence. You still could have Lawrence â heâs telling you as much â butâŠ
âWhy didnât you ever say anything?â you ask softly, still dumbfounded.
âI wanted to,â he admits with a small smile, just about managing to look at you now. âYour first year of college, but you seemed so carefree and I didnât wanna be the older guy tying you down. Even though itâs just one year, everyone has fun in first year so I wanted you to have that too.â He purses his lips before releasing a small breath as he looks away.Â
âI wouldnât have cared about that,â you say quietly with a laugh.Â
To your relief, Lawrence laughs too, albeit awkwardly. âReally?â
âYeah,â you shrug.
âWell, for what itâs worth, I tried again in my last year, your third.â He glances at you before shrugging. âI donât think you cared for it though.â
Itâs easy to remember what heâs talking about now â thereâs no way you wouldnât remember all the times Lawrence tried to shoot his shot with you, especially because you could never figure out why you denied it to him and yourself.
Lawrence continues in your moment of silence. âI always thought it was because of Jungkook.â
All the thoughts come to a standstill in your mindâŠÂ
âNow I know I was right,â Lawrence says with a wistful smile.Â
Is this your answer? The reason you never wanted to pursue Lawrence even after having a crush on him for so long â because of Jungkook?Â
Itâs even crazier to you that right now, it doesnât seem so bizarre.Â
Jungkook has always felt right. Maybe you do care about him in more ways than you realised, maybe everything Lawrence is saying is true, and maybe everything Alex has been saying for months now is true. Thereâs obviously a reason youâve started to feel differently around him, not to mention youâre always finding any and every excuse to be with him.
Lawrence continues, unaware of the thoughts unravelling in your head. âI just wish Iâd had the courage to say something sooner, but itâs my fault.â He takes a step closer and the feeling of his hand brushing yours draws you back into this moment.Â
Looking up, you meet his gaze to see soft eyes and furrowed brows.Â
âNow itâs all out there though,â he says in a voice quiet enough to be a whisper, âI have to knowâŠâÂ
His eyes search yours and he hesitates for a brief moment before you feel his fingers lace between yours. âIt is too late, right?â
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foreword: have u ever had a buddy so good you jack off with him <3 roommate!Eddie x reader fic for ya. link to roommate!Eddie mlist here
cw: drug mention, R wears a bra, has breasts (implied to be large enough to âspillâ) + V, no pronouns used only petnames, nipple play, R is queer (talks about Molly Ringwald in a sexual nature <3), praise kink, mutual masturbation, but as friends, weâre all normal here okay, we Do Not talk about our hidden feelings in this one soz
wc: 2.3k
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An unfortunate shift of the pillows supporting your body pulls you from the depths of sleep, consciousness surfacing, breaching with a soft huffy groan.Â
Waking up on a normal day is hard enough. Waking from a good dream, one where someoneâs head was between your legs and everything was swelling lush with heat? Now thatâs torture.Â
You burrow the cold side of your face under the covers, eyes still screwed shut in defiance of being awoken before the dream could pay off. Thereâs a heartbeat pounding near the apex of your thighs; with one leg stretched out and the other draped around the curve of your body pillow, your hips roll forward automatically, seeking friction.
The soaked front of your underwear drags against the pillowâs seam, catching your clit on the next glide of your hips. Another soft moan, breath fanning from your parted lips. If you can stay in this grey area of sleep and waking, maybe the horniness will swallow your mind back to the dreamâŠ
When someoneâs hand brushes your bare shoulder, your movements freeze. Goosebumps prickling in the palm-ownerâs wake, you blink against the morning light pouring in through your bedroom window and try to orient yourself.
Your head is nestled in the curve of someoneâs neck, left arm tucked secure around their chest. Leg hitched over their waist, cotton boxers band digging at the plush of your thigh- something else solid and warm trapped against their stomach.
A snuffle from your human body pillow, and the waking world hits you sideways, all at once- Eddie. Youâd fallen asleep with Eddie last night, after helping him play-test a new hybrid strain and dancing to records all evening, until you both collapsed in a heap of giggles. In your bed.Â
Which means that youâve been humping Eddieâs leg in your sleep. And the thick length trapped under your thigh belongs to him, too.Â
Before you can even fully process or think up an escape plan holding the least amount of embarrassment for you both, Eddieâs stretching the arm that isnât cupping your shoulder up and out with a long yawn.Â
His hips shift, pressing himself into your leg unintentionally, and you can feel the moan that rumbles through his body- at your ear, vibrating under your hand on his bare chest. Eddie mumbles something incoherent and sleep-addled, pulling you in closer, nosing at the crown of your head.
âUh-â your voice comes out half-squeak, half-croak, not fully pushing off Eddie but keeping your frame tight enough to roll away at a momentâs notice. âH-hey.â
Eddieâs palm smooths down the plane of your upper back, stopping at the wide band of your bra. He makes another noise, this time a bit less sleepy- and then he, too, freezes, all those points of contact along the length of your own body stiffening, muscles tensed with realization.Â
âOh, fuck. Shit.â
Eddieâs voice is like rocks on pavement, three shades of gravelly, really not helping your whole âwet as a riverâ situation, one that he can probably feel leaking onto his bare leg at this point. He doesnât immediately roll away, though; he remains in that freeze-mode, tense and poised, holding you against the span of his side still.
Well. As frozen as one can be with a throbbing case of morning wood.
âI guess we⊠fell asleep,â you say, carefully, adopting the same cat-like stillness, the pause before a big leap. âSorry-â
âYouâre sorry? Iâm sorry. Jesus.â Eddie uses the hand thatâs not cradling your shoulder to scrub down his face. This close, nestled into his neck, you can feel his loose hair tickling your cheek, the light scratch of his day-old stubble against your forehead when he speaks. âIâm gonna⊠go take care of this. And then maybe. Breakfast? Christ. Canât think. All my bloodâs elsewhere right now.â
You breathe a chuckle. His arm is still wrapped around you.Â
âYeah. Okay. Or you could just- take care of it. Here, I mean. With me.â
Eddieâs breath stops, actually stops, then stutters back into steady rhythm under your hand. â...yeah?â
He sounds unsure but curious, excitement bleeding into the edges of that one word as your thumb sweeps across the spot where his ribcage meets. âYeah. Be doing me a favor, too- I was kind of in the middle of a⊠a good dream. Probâly me that woke you up, anyways.â
Eddieâs hand drops from your shoulder, slithers back to his own space, disrupting your head rest briefly- until you realize heâs doing it to make enough room for you both to stretch out flat (on your mattress that was barely designed for one full-grown person).Â
âA good dream,â Eddie parrots, as you both re-situate under the thin cover of your floral-patterned top sheet. Shoulder to shoulder, skimming the heat from each otherâs bare skin as you stare resolutely at the ceiling, thereâs a frizzy mass of black hair in your periphery. A hint of a smile in Eddieâs voice as he asks, âWhat were you dreaminâ about?â
You can feel the rippling shift of his bicep as his arm moves, hand sliding unseen beneath the sheets- a sharp inhale as his hand finds purchase over the bulge in his boxers.Â
In response, your own hand follows the contoured path to the spot below your navel, toying with the band of your panties before slipping underneath. Cupping yourself, feeling the heated slick coat your fingers before dragging it back up to rest your middle against the beating pulse of your clit- âAh- um. Was dreaminâ about. Uh. Molly Ringwald.â
A few days from your latest John Hughes marathon, itâs the first feasible famous person that comes to mind. Luckily, Eddie just laughs, in a stilted gasp when his fist finds his aching cock- âOh, fuck- yeah? Redheads do it for you these days?â
âUh huh.â Maybe if you keep the focus on someone else, youâll both be able to come out of this event unscathed. Walk away with your hands clean- er. Well. Nope.Â
A better analogy is gonna have to wait, because your abdomenâs tightening with each pass of your wet finger over your clit, pleasure licking and sparking, the usual slow-build to orgasm forming with shocking rapidity.
âWhat was she doing?â Eddie, sounding strained and strung-out already (really makes you wonder how long youâd actually been using each other, in sleep, grinding and working the other person up), hand moving in long strokes- âIn your dream, I mean. Licking you out? Did she use fingers?â
Itâs not like you havenât heard Eddieâs dirty talk before- in fact, you helped cultivate it, years ago when he was nervous for a third date and wanted some advice. Youâve coached him on sex techniques, heâs given his own expertise, youâve both appraised the other's nudes, for christâs sake- this is just a natural extension of your friendship. Your closeness.Â
Eddieâs feeling awfully close, now, his arm bumping against yours with each pass of his fist over his dick, your leg periodically grazing the downy hair of his shin as your hips jolt upwards, into the electricity stemming from the pad of your finger.Â
Choking on your words around a bright surge of pleasure- âY- yeah. Her mouth. Fingers. All of it.â
âFuck.â Eddieâs form lurches, doing a half-crunch forwards- risking a glance, you catch a glimpse of the sweat beading at his temples, the dark slant of his brow in concentration, jaw working through the grit of his teeth- âWhy donât you use some fingers, then.â
Like heâs got you under some sort of command spell (because youâre not touching the alternatives with a ten-foot pole), you obey, middle and ring fingers curling into the tight channel of your cunt. Thereâs a spot you hit on your front wall, gummy and responsive, muscles reacting on instinct by contracting and spasming around your fingers.
Youâre close already, panting, head tipped back against the bottom sheet, neck bared, eyes squeezing shut at the wave of pleasure that begins to pulse insistently. âIâm- fuck, Eddie. Keep talking, please-â
âSo good,â Eddie says, almost funny in how quick he is to interrupt your pleading. âSo good for me. Sound so wet, too, bet youâre soakingâŠâ
You are, in fact, rivulets of slick joining into one just under the globes of your ass, cooling and sticky, a bit uncomfortable but since itâs laundry day and you feel this good you canât really bring yourself to care.
A half-gasp whimper as you writhe your pelvis up, again, chasing that edge, tantalizingly close, the wet noises from your weeping cunt and plunging fingers spurring Eddie on.
âThatâs it, baby.â Heâs encouraging even in his own heady fog of pleasure (mustâve had a good sex-talk coach), voice low and rough at your ear as he drops his chin to get closer. âTell me what you need, hm? Lemme get you there.â
âNeed you- you, toâŠâ Frustrated by your lack of breath, in lieu of communicating with words you slide your fingers from yourself, seeking Eddieâs hand before you can overthink the action. You leave a trail of slick against his hip bone, and Eddie releases himself to give you his hand- moaning, cock twitching, as you coat your own heated wetness over his dry palm.Â
This time, when you both get your hands back on yourselves, itâs with a tandem whine, Eddieâs ending with a hiss through teeth- âFuck. Fuck, yes. So wet. So good.â
âYeah?â Like you never left, your pussy molds easily to the shape of your three fingers again. Your other hand leaves your side to paw at your clothed breast, nipples peaking through the lace. âI gotta- Iâm gonna take my bra off. Please.â
You donât actually wait for permission, but Eddie gives it anyways as you slide the cups down, babbling encouragement- âShit, sweetheart, yeah. Whatever you gotta do. So good for me, tellinâ me what you need. Good job.â
One day, youâre gonna regret telling Eddie you get off on praise, but not today; with one nipple pinched firmly between thumb and forefinger, your other breast spills to the side, resting against Eddieâs upper arm.
He groans, from his toes, fist slipping over his cock with ease thanks to your contribution. The sounds filling your small room are obscene, sex-dipped moans and glossy wet hand movements all reaching a crescendo as both your hips jerk up at the same time.
Keeping the same pace against your clit as Eddieâs keeping on his dick, the spark of pleasure has turned into a roar that swims up to your ears, a white-out of an orgasm fast approaching each time the heel of your palm slams into your clit.Â
âEddie- jesus, Eddie- Eddie Eddie Eddie-â
Youâd feel sheepish about how desperate you sound if Eddie wasnât matching your energy two-fold. His lanky frame thrashes when your speech devolves into a repetition of his name, keening as his fist staves off tipping over the edge with a tight ring at the base of his cock- âThatâs it, baby, yâcan do it, angel. Come on. Come with me. Please, please-â
With a final cruel twist to your breast, you come undone, orgasm spooling heat throughout your whole system, Eddieâs name unraveling in a long cry. Eddie follows you, fucking up into his fist, ropes of cum shooting to the top of the sheets tent heâd made, hunching against the spasms crawling up his abdomen.Â
You ride the last of your orgasm out on the stretch of three fingers, releasing your nipple when the pressure turns to a twinge of pain. Under the covers, your bare chest heaves around the stretched elastic band of your shoved-down bra; with shaky, uncoordinated hands, you reach behind and beneath yourself to undo the hooks, flinging the offending clothing in the general direction of your hamper.
Eddie chuckles, breathless, bellows of his ribs nudging your forearm as he sinks back into his (your) pillow. âChrist. Good thing itâs laundry day.â
Thereâs no room for shame, no ounce of you that wants to dwell on what this could mean, right now- although thereâll be plenty of time for that later. As it stands, youâre both swathed in a quiet, post-sex bliss, neither wanting to disturb the peace.Â
In a dreamy haze, you take note of little things- the drag of Eddieâs pinky against the back of your hand. The glint of his rings stored in a neat line atop your nearby dresser. A block of mid-morning sunshine from the window cast over the bed, prickling at your legs with warmth.
After a few minutes of this, Eddie sits up, mumbling apologies when you snatch the sheets to keep yourself covered. âYou want first shower?â
He looks at you over his shoulder, down the lovely arc of his nose, brown eyes tender and staying on you for a beat too long. Squirming under his gaze, you find anywhere else to look (other than the pale slope of his back, smattered and dotted with freckles), shaking your head. âNope. All yours.â
You flick your interest back to the ceiling as Eddie pulls up his boxers, grimacing at the mess heâs made of your sheets; before leaving, he bends to scoop up your tossed bra, snapping his own underwear to emphasize- âIâll start this load before showering, then Iâll come back for your bedding.â
At your nod, Eddie leaves to clank around in the laundry closet; then thereâs a rusty squeak of the shower handle, a subsequent rush of water, and Eddieâs pleasant husky humming floats down the hall through the open doors.Â
You roll onto your front with a contented sigh, burying your nose in the pillow Eddie was just lying on- it smells like him, now, smoky and spicy and familiar.Â
You spend the rest of his shower time coming up with a good excuse to save this pillowcase from being washed.
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sorry if you've already answered this 700 times, in which case totally feel free to ignore. but how do you lengthen your attention span? is it as simple as watching/reading progressively longer things?
First of, I am by no means an expert, but I'm happy to help as much as I can! There are a lot of great articles, books, and podcasts on the topic if you want any further info.
The most important thing to realize is why are attention spans are getting worse:
Information overload and distractions make it difficult to focus. (Ex. social media and text notification going off while you are doing other tasks)
Intentional multitasking gets your brain used to doing more than one thing at once so it becomes very difficult to make it do only one thing (Ex. having the tv on in the background while doing other tasks)
Consuming a lot of media focused on having minimal downtime and immediate gratification decreases our patience and ability to do slower tasks (Ex. watching a lot of action packed movies and short TikToks)
Getting constant small hits of dopamine from social media decreases our ability to do tasks that don't give us dopamine hits (Ex. getting likes from a post or messages from friends)
The solutions to most of these come down to two things: (1) Do only one thing at a time (2) Limit distractions from that task (3) Reduce immediate gratification
So some example of ways to do that would be:
Read a book without your phone being on hand to distract you.
Watch TV without multitasking.
Reduce time on social media, especially social media focused on short videos.
Spend a day or part of a day without technology.
Spend time with friends without looking at your phone.
Watch slow-form content like unedited lecture or panel videos where people are just speaking at their normal pace without cutting pauses.
Listen to music albums all the way through instead of shuffling and skipping.
Eat meals without multitasking (ie mindful eating)
Make yourself a cup of tea and sit on a park bench or by the window and watch some birds.
People-watch at the coffee shop.
Write long emails or letters to friends and family instead of short texts.
Call and have a conversation with a loved one without multitasking.
Meditate.
Take a walk and enjoy nature.
Don't scroll through your phone while waiting in a line.
Read long posts when you come across them on your dashboard.
Have an ebook on your phone to read whenever you would normally scroll through social media.
Don't go on your phone/online for a certain amount of time before bed.
If you are having trouble doing these things, try to do one tasks but increase the stimuli of that task. For example, read a book while listening to the audiobook at the same time. Or listen to music while watching a lyric video. These are great baby steps!
Another great baby step is (like you said in your question) doing things for progressively longer amounts of time! Set a timer for a certain number of minutes and then read without distraction for that amount of time. That way it won't feel like it is never ending and you can track your progress.
Obviously not all of these will be for everyone and some of these are too hard for people with ADHD or serious attention issues, but they are a good place to start!
I hope that helps đ
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your friend isn't always a genius
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dom! aaron hotchner x brat reader
summary: Aaron's been on a case for to long reader decideds to be a brat but he gets home sooner than expected, turns out aaron got some advice from his friend.
warnings: use of y/n, masturbat!on fem, consensual voyeurism, being a brat, punishments, recording, daddy kink, mentions of spencer reid
it's been almost two weeks since aaron went on a case. it wasn't anything major, but with the towns police hindering the investigation due to a lack of knowledge and experience, he's had to stay longer than planned.
you know you can't blame aaron for being on a case, but having a break in routine always results in you bratting. so honestly, he shouldn't have expected less.
you currently sat on your knees infront of your full body mirror dressed in only a pair of pretty pink lace panties and one of aarons sleep shirts, taking pictures that you knew you'd get in trouble for. it didn't matter tho, you loved aarons punishments. you loved the way his hand felt when he spanked your ass or when you'd go brain dead from him fucking you so good. if you were being honest it was one of your favorite things.
sending the pictures to aaron you sit and wait for him to see it. it's around nine, and he's usually in the hotel by now unless they had a break in the case. you check and seeing that he read the text you pussy dampened and your heart speed up. waiting for a reply you sit there, and sit there, and sit. it's about 5 minutes when you decide to call him.
the phone ringing 3 times before he answers. 'hey sweetheart' he answers like he would normally. 'why didn't you answer my text?' you question, opting out of a greeting. 'because your not supposed to do that' he replys plainly. 'so? what you were just gonna ignore me?' you ask him letting your voice raise.
' I was' aaron says as if it's a normal thing.
' you never ignore me ' you say pouting as if he could see you. ' and you continue to be a brat. ya know spencer and I got the talkin and he said that if someone constantly has the same punishment every time they acted out, it'd become less effective.' he states, making you wonder what in their conversation made them talk about this and why he thought it pertained to you.
because it does.
'and? the fuck does that mean aaron?' you pout feeling the urge to really pass him off now. I mean if he was gonna change up punishments you can change up what your getting punished for.
'watch it' he warns urging you to not play this game. decideding he was beyond wrong and that you'd not only play this game, but win. you hung up the phone, removing your underwear you sat up the camera to where your pussy was on full display. hitting record, you let your fingers travel down your cheest, over your stomach past your clit collecting all of your juices on your fingers. bringing then back up to your clit you make eye contact with your camera as you start to play with your pussy.
moaning at the pleasure, you couldn't deny how good it felt, but you also couldn't deny how much it felt nothing like aaron. bringing your fingers down to your entrance, sliding them in as your eyes roll back and toes curl.
'oh fuck it feels so good' you moan out. you continue to fuck yourself on camera for about five minutes before you realize something. 'fuck I can't cum' you groan out. not knowing why but still wanting to win. so you crop the last bit of the video and send aaron the gold parts.
confused on why it's been five minutes of really good pleasure, and yet you haven't cum yet. you decided to get a toy, recording yourself play with it for a while before groaning and giving up at the same out come.
editing that video and again sending only the good parts you guessed that you must have became camera shy out of nowhere. so you play with your pussy while the camera isn't on. you try everything in the span of 6 hours, reaching for your phone at hour 3 to watch porn because maybe you need a little help.
which lead to realizing aaron once again left you on read.
you genuinely felt as though you could cry now. that's when the realization hits you. you've must of been so hardwired to aaron that it's impossible for you to cum without him now.
feeling angry, not necessarily at aaron, but at the fact that he probably knew you couldn't come without him, that's probably why he was okay with ignoring you.
getting cleaned in the bathroom before going back to the bedroom with a frown on your face, you let out a huff as you plopped on the bed.
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waking up the next morning, you check your phone. feeling your heart drop and crawl it's self back in place you read the one message from aaron. sent hours after you went to bed, about 1 a.m., telling you how they had a break in the case and caught the guy in the act. which means he'd be home anytime today.
that'd usually make you ecstatic, but with aarons newfound discovery of ignoring you only God knows what your punishment will be.
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you spend the day cleaning the apartment, cooking aaron his favorite meal, even going as far as making brownies. also thinking it was better to clean the whole apartment too just in case.
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almost perfectly on time, when you're taking the brownies out, aaron walks through the door. 'hey baby' he greets, walking over to hug you. "at least he's not that mad" you think to yourself. 'hi' you reply shyly, letting your head rest on his chest.
you've missed this, and if kinda makes you feel bad for being a brat. looking around the kitchen, aaron smiles fondly at the food you prepared. then picks you up whole he spins to look at the whole apartment, he knows it's because you didn't expect him home so soon after acting out, but he still loves it.
'enjoy the time you have sugar, cause after we eat your ass is done for' he smiles grabbing a handful of your ass and pecking your lips, before letting you down and making his way to the table.
let let out a groan, but honestly expecting that food and dessert wasn't gonna save you from your punishment.
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your weren't that hungry so you finished before aaron. as soon as the last piece was gone from his plate, you shot up to start cleaning the kitchen. 'Ah, that can wait baby' aaron tells you as he gets up from the table and motions for you to follow. 'what? noo, I got it' you answer starting to wash the dishes.
aaron walked behind you, an amused smile on his face. which goes away after he sees that your purposely washing slowly 'the longer you take on the dishes, the more time is added to your punishment' he says, making you drop the fork out of your hands. 'what? that's not fair'. you try to argue only for aaron to turn around and make his way to your shared room.
saying fuck it you decided not to do the dishes and follow him to the room. 'you done?' he asks 'fuck you, yes' you reply. making him laugh while he sat on the edge of the bed.
'get undressed baby' aaron commands you. decideding to choose your battles wisely and not have you outfit ripped apart, knowing aaron is not only good for buying clothes but destroying them, you undressed.
moving over, you sit in the center of the bed like he always tells you. waiting for him to say something you patently wait playing with your fingers.
he gets up from the edge of the bed and turns to you 'had fun without me?' your boyfriend asks you. 'not at all daddy, it was so boring' you answer back. ' so glad your back now' you add smiling up to him.
he lets out a loud laugh at your answer. 'seems to me you had all the fun in the world' aaron says. shacking your head no, while he shakes his head yes 'I know you did baby and it's okay.' he speaks as he makes his way to the chair in your room. 'how many times did you cum?' he ask while getting comfortable.
'don't ask me that daddy' you groan. he chuckles while un doing his tie. 'you don't want to tell me baby?' he questions. Shacking your head no he just smiles at you before speaking 'go ahead nd show me baby'.
confusion feels your body as aaron watches you from across the room. 'what?' you whispered, silently praying that you misheard him.
'baby I want you to play with your pussy while I watch' he admitted as if it was a mundane request. 'show me what you did while I was gone' he told you with a smirk.
shacking your head no, you desperatly thank of anything to get you out of this. 'that's so embarrassing daddy' you tell him as you pout.
your pussy is getting wetter by the second but you didnt know if you'd be able to cum. or even worse if you'd be allowed to.
before you could blink aaron got up and exited the room. you were confused to say the least and once he returned with a lighter that confusion only grew.
that was, until he went into your shared closet.
your jaw hit the floor as you see him walk out with one of your favorite pairs of heels. 'aaron what are yo-' 'shh baby' he cuts you off tossing your heels infront of the bed.
'they're just encouragement' he says as he reclaims his seat, lighter in hand 'but know that you'll be punished one way or another' he says plainly.
letting out a whine 'this isn't fair' you tell him wich in return earns you an eye roll. '10 minutes' he speaks. 'huh?' you question '10 minutes' he repeats.
'10 minutes to cum or you'll have 10 minutes to say goodbye to your shoes. you pick.' he clears up slightly shrugging his shoulders.
expecting your embarrassment you lay back down and prop your knees up. 'is that good?' you ask to which you get no reply. you drag two fingers through your slit and to your entrance. collecting your juices before letting them dip in.
you let out a moan, letting your body relax as you bring your finger out and back in. you cant lie about how good it feels, humiliation and all.
dragging your fingers out you bring them to circle your clit. you look at aaron and notice his intense gaze on your pussy in return you let out a whine and feel your pussy clamp around nothing.
you speed up your fingers and bring your other hand up to grope your breast. surprisingly to you, you can feel your orgasm building up.
adding more pressure to your clit to chase your orgasm it seems to finally click for aaron that your about to cum. to say you could see the disappointed on his face would be an understatement, "ill let her have this tho" , he thought to himself.
your shut your eyes as tight as they could as your feel the coil in your abdomen burst 'oh fuck daddy' you moan out as your orgasm washes through you.
breathing deeply as your legs twitched you finally opened your eyes to see your boyfriend on his phone. 'aaron what the fuck are you doing' you question as you see him typing away.
he barley spears you a glance before going back to typing and saying 'spencer said you wouldn't be able to cum on your own by now'
tag : @jxvipike
a/nâ this is the 3rd version of this story bc tumblr deleted the other two đș not proof read, so mb for any mistakesđ»đœ - daisy
#girlblogging#aaron hotchner x reader#black fanfic writer#x black fem reader#criminal minds#criminal minds fanfiction#bau x reader#aaron hotchner x reader smut#aaron hotchner x you#spencer reid x reader#criminal minds smut#anon ask#bimbo reader#hottest girl in mourge#brat reader#bd/sm brat
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Wild Life Spoilers: Session 2 Alliance Report:
Teams:
The Spanners - (Mumbo, Grian, Skizz) - formerly the Sub One Club, immediately forget their idea of using crawl mode and lament that they can't be sub one anymore. Mumbo then decides they are âThe Floatersâ due to them becoming obsessed with the levitation ability. Luckily this doesn't stick because I could not handle an alliance that changes name every session. Mumbo and Skizz built their âbaseâ as a series of bridges, leading to Mumbo calling them âThe Spannersâ since âthey span thingsâ.
Speaking of levitation, they died from that. And starvation. This was not Mumbo or Skizzes session, with Mumbo losing two life's and Skizz losing 3, halfing his amount of lives in one session. If Skizz loses one next week he will be yellow. Seems Grian's curse of outlining his alliance has started early.
The Bam-Boozelers - (Scar, Lizzie, Jimmy)
I normally have a lot of faith in all life series teams. I think anyone can make it to the end. I think this so long as it is not abundantly clear that they're doomed. I never say someone is Doomed from the star-
This team is doomed from the start. Immediately they decide that the Wild Card is that he can't heal from hunger, now this is a good first thought and is shared by other teams, though those other teams immediately realised that if that were the Wild Card everyone would die of hunger and started looking for other options.
These 3? They stuck with that idea and started making boats to travel. When they realised that their hunger reduced passively, they panicked until Grian saved them by telling everyone in chat that they could eat anything. Now, armed with this knowledge they just have to find a good and easy to use food source.
They chose stone shovels. An item that cannot be stacked and required way more effort and resources to make than was worth it. And they stuck by this even as others told them about better foods. They only stopped using shovels because of the randomisation.
How is Jimmy the most confident member on his team?
In other news, they're theme park is going well and Lizzie's Parrot is cute. Jimmy also apparently has âBig Mascot Energyâ.
Renwood - (Martyn, Ren)
These dogs are just vibing. They each lose a life each, no big deal. A far cry from previous seasons, Ren is just chilling, Not going after anyone unless they go after them first and trying to get Martyn to do the same. And he actually does, not attacking anyone this session at all. He even gives up going after Jimmy for stealing their cows (an action which was by every account deserved.)
The Tuff Guys (Tango, Etho, Bdubs) (not technically together (?))
Ah yes, Team B.E.S.T without Skizz âŠ. Considering Skizz was the only person keeping Team B.E.S.T from imploding, this can only go well!
Yeah this team is not staying together. Technically they're already breaking up, with Bdubs saying they should only look out for themselves and insisting they live in different houses. Bdubs even cements this mentality by fully encouraging Scar to help kill Tango for no reason.
As for the âTuffâ part, Etho has decided that they need to be tougher and take what they want from people. You know, not to be nice or polite.
Luckily we can see how this works in practice, as Gem encourages him to go be tough to the Final Girls, let's see how Etho is an not being nice:
â he greets Scott and Cleo
â makes small talk
â politely asks for copper
â tries to stop Pearl stealing from them since he doesn't know she's on they're team
â takes more of the stuff he was told he could have
â gives them obsidian in return anyway
â and still feels bad about it.
Yeah not only was this the least tough Etho had ever been, the Girls almost certainly didn't notice and probably won't even care when they do. Great job Etho.
The Fast And The Furious (Gem, Joel)
This session, Gem announced her plan to make friends so people don't judge them based on 5 seasons worth of going insane every time they go red. This lasts for 3 minutes before other people arrive, Scar misunderstands instructions, Etho lets the cops out and the Final Girls partake in their favourite pastime of miscommunication and insisting their own teammates are doing something they aren't.
Other attempts to make friends do go better, with Gem arguably being on good terms with everyone except two people. So that's good.
Gem also builds a cute little Bard that I give a session before it's burnt down or has a Creeper hole in it. Joel spends all session building a car. Everyone on the server thinks it's hideous, mainly because it is hideous.
The Final Girls - (Scott, Pearl, Cleo, Impulse, Bigb)
Somehow the most stable team here, even if it is mostly out of spite. Yeah this team will stay together, the core four have never betrayed anyone unless an outside faction is involved. They're safe. Even if they continue the tradition of forgetting all the bad stuff they did and only reimbursing bad stuff their teammates did (what do you mean Pearl doesn't trust people based on what happened in previous seasons? That was you, Cleo!)
Oh Bigb also joined this session. Though I imagine this will be a Heart Foundation situation where he bases alone despite being on the team.
Scott and Cleo spend a lot of time this session fixing the mistakes Pearl and Impulse make by acting how they always do. A house and wall are built and Pearl and Impulse prepare revenge plans on Grian and Martyn. Pearl encourages Impulse not to tell the others, seemingly forgetting that Cleo and Bigb are addicted to revenge and would have no problem with this.
Alliances and Friendships:
Lizzie and Gem
these two agree to team up if their teammates die. Since their teammates are idiots.
Remember, Lizzie is the one who made the stone shovel plan.
Spanners Vs Bammers
The Bam-Boozelers still hate the Spanners, dropping their reputation all the way to zero. Mumbo and Skizz either don't realise this or don't care. Grian was gone almost all session mining so can't really say what his thoughts on the situation are.
The Family - (Joel, Etho, Gem)
Etho is indoctrinated into yet another family, though he seems more willing to be present for this one. When Tuff Guys breaks up like 5 minutes into session 3, we all know where he's going.
Also Scar might also be part of the family though every else seems to just ignore this.
Spanners Vs Tango
The Spanners are really angry at Tango for accidentally killing Skizz. They seem satisfied with manifesting his death through belief, but it seems they haven't let him off the hook yet. We all know Bdubs won't help him
Joel might also be mad at Tango since he ate the wheels of his ugly car.
Mumbo & Jimmy still hate Renwood
Mumbo still doesn't trust Martyn after the enchanter fiasco and Jimmy attempts to get revenge for the cow theft. Ren and Martyn have chosen to ignore this, Mumbo seems to have forgotten he was angry, and Jimmy is satisfied that he got revenge.
Ren buys his friends
Ren bought Gem and Tangos friendship through iron. Will this hold up? No.
Gem has beef with team oblivious
Gem hates Pearl and Impulse this season. They are at the top of her inevitable murder list.
â The Final Girls came round for a visit
â Impulse was accused of stealing
â He said he wouldt stela since he knows what it's like to be stolen from
â Gem took this as him amusing her of stealing
â Scott cut him off before he could explain himself by saying he was purposely antagonising them
â Gem cut both of them off by ranting about how much she doesn't trust them
Stellar miscommunication guys, great job as always. Please never change, the series would be way less funny if you did.
Pearl also made it worse by trying to Poison Gem 30 minutes later. Woopsie.
Neither Pearl nor Impulse notice that Gem hates them and the others refuse to tell them.
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no caller id
pairing: javi rivera x f!reader, tyler owens x f!reader
word count: 2.6k
summary: she had been there alongside javi the day that their three best friends' lives had been taken. when kate took off to new york and javi to wherever the military took him, she felt mostly alone back in oklahoma. until a handsome chaser blew through town with an ef-3 and stole her heart. things were going great, she was finally happy. until that all too familiar contact flashes across her phone at 3am.
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two times javi fell asleep in her sheets, only for her to wake up alone, and the one time she finally realized she would never wake up alone again.
warnings: angsty, mega angsty; no use of y/n; mentions of death and grief; grief is really a big theme here; reader is described wearing a dress; no detailed smut but it's implied
*based on megan moroneyâs âno caller idâ
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Two months.
It had taken Javi two months after the accident to call her. Two months after she found out alongside him her three closest friends had died. Two months after attending three funerals in the span of one week. Two months since she decided to start therapy for the grief and survivors guilt. Two months since she had heard anything about his life.
She didn't blame him, not really, none of the three of them that had survived seemed to talk to one another. She had called Kate a month beforehand, but she hadn't responded. Her texts were opened but never responded to. Kate had arguably taken it harder than her or Javi, so she didn't bother her. Javi, however, him ignoring her burned like fire.
Before it all went to shambles, they had a sort of more-than-friends relationship. She piled into the passenger side of his van on nearly every chase, helped him man the data collection, helped him take care of Dorothy every time she began to fall apart. She sat at the dinner table of his small apartment to help him with his research on his findings, and knew his gas station order by heart. They danced around his kitchen to his dance playlist, and he made her laugh harder than anyone. Addy had always joked that Javi had feelings for her, but she'd been so blind to his advances that she'd never even realized.
But tonight, two months after all of it, his name had flashed across her phone screen, the same corny heart behind it that she'd never deleted since he first put his number in her phone.
Javi <3: You in town?
Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Javi had skipped town after everything, Kate following behind him. She had been the only one left in their small town in Oklahoma. She picks up the device and her thumbs hover over the keyboard for a while before she responds:
Yeah. You too?
She sets the phone down, thinking he wouldn't respond for a while. Javi had always been a notoriously bad texter. But only a minute later it vibrates with a new message.
Javi <3: For tonight. Meet me at The Shack in an hour?
The Shack was a local bar, only ten minutes from her house. Her heart hammers, why was he in town for only the night? And more importantly, why did he want to see her after months of not bothering to check on her? Her fingers hover over the 'send' button, the simple word typed up: 'busy.' She wanted to be angry, to resent him for not bothering to call, but her heart softens, and she deleted the message. Instead, she sends a thumbs up emoji and tosses her phone back on the couch. Despite her excitement, she couldn't shake the feeling that this was a bad idea.
As she walks into the tiny but crowded bar, she tries to spot Javi, but she can't find his curls draping over his shoulders, or pulled into a bun behind his head. She almost gives up until she hears his voice.
"I'm right here."
She turns, and, sure enough, sitting in a booth in the corner sits Javi.
He looks...different.
He'd chopped his curls into a short, neat cut, and he looked somehow heavier behind his usually playful eyes. Long gone was the boy she knew-the one who had an affinity for loud music and taking naps wherever there was flat ground. He had been replaced by someone that certainly looked like him, but didn't have that same spark.
"Hey."
He stands and gives her a small hug, his smile not exactly reaching his eyes. She returns the gesture, settling into the booth across from him as they fall into light conversation over drinks. They catch up after the past two months, all while avoiding the topic that lingers like heavy smoke between them. Her lungs burn just thinking about what Praveen would have said if he saw them now. She finally gathers the courage to broach a relatively sore subject:
"So, what brings you back into town?"
His eyes dart down to his lap, his shoulders slouching.
"Uh, it's my last night home for a while."
She nods, understanding the need to get out of here, the ghosts of their past certainly had begun to haunt.
"Where are you headed?"
"Uh, Iraq."
Her eyes widen as she almost chokes on her drink.
"Very funny, Javi."
"Not joking."
His serious expression shows he isn't. Her heart hammers, what had she missed in two months?
"Javi, what the hell are you doing in Iraq?"
"Don't really know, I just go where they tell me to. Not my job to argue with Uncle Sam."
Her eyes widen further. No way in hell would she ever have seen that coming.
"Y-You joined the military?"
He nods, throwing back the rest of his drink.
"Didn't chop off a head of perfectly good hair for the fun of it."
For a split second, she felt disheartened, everyone was leaving, moving on, while she was here, stuck in the same small town. After another drink, and another, they fall into easy conversation. And by the time she's three drinks deep, he almost feels like the Javi she remembered.
That night is the first night she lets Javi into her bed, only to wake up naked and alone.
But it wouldn't be the last.
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The second time it happened, she didn't even blame him, it had been hard on both of them. Kate hadn't bothered to come back home, and she didn't blame her, because as she looks around at the framed pictures of her now-deceased friends, she thinks she might explode.
It's Christmas Eve, nearly two years later, and she's sitting on Jeb's mother's couch as the older woman dotes on she and Javi both. Her sweater itches around her collar, and she's sweating, but she figures it has little to do with the heat of the fireplace and more to do with the lingering awkward flames between she and the military-uniform clad man beside her. Her hands grasp a cup of eggnog, but even the rum in it could not soothe the ache burning in her chest.
Javi hadn't even bothered to contact her after their night together. In fact, he'd done more to ignore her completely. Her occasional texts had gone ignored, he had read her message on his birthday, but never acknowledged it, and she was sure he hadn't even read her concerned affections she'd sent on the anniversary of the accident. She'd been so worried about him, and he couldn't have cared less about her.
She puts on a good act, because Jeb's mom doesn't deserve her coldness. The woman was kind, and loved she and Javi as her own. Days like today were hard for all three of them, but the grief combined with the anger she feels at Javi, all she wants to do is run from the warm and inviting living room she's sitting in. After a few hours of talking and gift giving, she finally meets the cold winter air and feels so relieved that tears prick behind her eyes. She takes a deep breath as she clutches the boxed gift in her hand, wiping her eyes on the back of her sleeve. Javi stands only a few feet behind her, watching everything. His voice cuts the silence that had seemed so permanent between them:
"If you want to talk about it, I'm here."
She scoffs.
"Javier, you wouldn't answer me when I told you happy birthday, much less now."
His full name tumbling from her lips stings more than it should. He lets it sting, he deserves it, he'd been an asshole.
"You're right, I-I fucked up. I know. But you're standing in front of me, and you're hurting, and I'm the only one here that knows the way your chest hurts. Kate, she-she just pushes through and ignores it. You and me, we're not built like that."
She knows Javi is right, but she would never admit that, not to his face. Silence falls over them again before she finds the courage to turn around and look at him. He's less Javi and more Lieutenant Rivera these days, his eyes hardened and his tone gruff. She can hardly see the reminiscent parts of the boy she'd spent four springs in a van with. Grief and the regular hardship of life had made them different people, but she still loved him, despite it all.
"I've got to visit Addy's mom, and Praveen's parents after this. You comin'?"
Maybe she was angry with the way Javi had treated her, but her friends' parents were expecting them both, and he had been truthful-they were the only two who understood the specific pain of losing your three closest friends in death, and the other while she was still living. Her response comes out witty, almost like the girl she used to be.
"As long as you're driving."
That night, after they'd split a bottle of red in her living room, they fall back into their usual ritual when he came to town: her writhing in pleasure underneath him. The next day, Christmas morning, the only evidence that Javi had been there was his empty wine glass on her coffee table.
She swore to herself that it would never happen again. As she washed her delicate glasses in the sink, she repeats her vow. When she finishes, she dries her hands, grabs her phone and clicks on his contact. She can't find the heart to block him, just in case he really needs her, but she changes his name in the hopes she'll ignore his calls. 'Javi <3' no longer resided in her phone, only a contact titled 'No Caller ID.'
-
For the next year, she does what she always does: she wakes up early for coffee, gets ready for her job as a local middle school science teacher, teaches for eight hours, and comes home to an empty house. After everything that had happened in the past few years, she'd resigned herself to being entirely alone for the rest of her life. She hadn't heard from Kate in nearly a year, and she'd intentionally not wanted to hear from Javi ever again. He'd called from time to time, only ever in the very early morning hours of a Friday or Saturday morning. She already knew what he wanted, so she ignored them.
She was isolated and alone. The most 'chasing' she did was watching a group of rowdy, self-proclaimed 'Tornado Wranglers' on YouTube. They make her smile on bad days, doing things so absurd she'd never have thought up most of them. One particular night, she finds herself watching a stream of them chasing in a town only an hour or two from her hometown. On a whim, and maybe a little cloudy from her post-dinner wine, she shoots the account a message, wondering if they'd come speak to her sixth graders who were currently studying weather. She doesn't expect anything from it, it was a long shot, and it's likely no one would answer her. But the next morning, as she scrolls through notifications from the time she'd been asleep, a response sits staring back at her on the screen.
'We'd love to come speak to some junior Wranglers! Next Thursday at 10 AM sound good?'
Her eyes widen and she beams, feeling giddy for the first time in a very long time. That Thursday morning, in an act so unbelievably unlike her, she finds herself putting on her favorite teaching dress and maybe a little more effort into her hair. She feels ridiculous the entire time she drives to her job, but when she spots the familiar red truck in the parking lot, she feels like one of her students with a crush.
The second the group comes to her classroom, everything feels a little surreal. They're exactly as they come across on screen-except for the so-called leader. Tyler Owens, in all of his backwards-baseball-cap glory, is infinitely more handsome in person. Her schoolgirl blush only grows when he's charming and easy-going with her students' dozens of questions, relevant or not, and his witty humor. She feels her heart grow when he gives each of her students their own Wranglers shirts before he approaches her with one of her own, and, attached is a sticky note that she doesn't have a chance to read before he leaves. Once her students break for recess she peels it off the fabric and smiles widely as she reads the messy handwriting:
'We're in town chasing til Sunday. Wanted to invite you for a drink, on me. Saturday? Text me, or call me, and we'll make it a date. -Tyler'
His number sits under his name and she finds herself blushing again before pulling out her phone and adding his number into her contacts before typing out a message to him:
'I'm free anytime Saturday night, and there's a great bar called The Shack not far from my place. I'll meet you there?'
From that moment on, it was rare to see one without the other. Only three dates in, Tyler had already asked her to be his girlfriend, and she had accepted. Within the year, she was back to doing what she loved most-chasing storms and helping those in need with people who loved it as much as she did. After hours upon hours of late night crying sessions and tender affections, she explained her treacherous relationship with Javi, and bit by tiny bit, her heart was healed by the goofy and sensitive boy behind the cowboy hat. Falling in love with Tyler had been easy: he was funny, and smart, and kind, and, maybe most importantly, never made her feel like she was nothing more than an after-hours option.
Now, two years into their relationship, she sleeps next to him in her pale pink sheets, his warmth radiating onto her chilled skin in the coldness of the winter night. Tyler's calloused hands are gentle under her shirt, lightly caressing her sides. Both of them are nearly asleep, it's dark, and late, nearly three in the morning. Her eyes close against his chest, and she's almost asleep when her phone rings. She assumes it's Boone-he had a habit of showing up at her house at all hours of the morning. Tyler groans, his voice cutting through the darkness:
"Jesus, what does Boone want this time?"
She rolls her eyes at her melodramatic boyfriend, rolling over to grab her phone from the nightstand as her eyes adjust to the brightness of the screen. When she gets a glance at the name flashed across her device, she stills, simply staring down at it for a minute.
No Caller ID
Every memory of the Javi she once knew flickers in her mind-the boy she once knew, the person that he was no longer. The Javi she loved had died the same day her three closest friends had. She declines the call, letting it fade back to her lockscreen as she simply stares at the picture of her and Tyler she'd set as her wallpaper.
"Baby, what's the matter?"
Tyler's voice snaps her out of her haze. She shakes her head, simply tossing on her 'do not disturb' before rolling back into his hold.
"Who was it?"
She nuzzles into his neck, finding comfort in the arms of the man who loved her-unconditionally, always, not just when she was convenient. Tyler had never left her naked and alone, he was always there when she woke up.
"Nobody, spam, no caller ID."
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second best |2| hoshina soshiro
PART 1 | PART 2 | BONUS: PART THREE
pairing: hoshina soshiro x f!reader genre: slight angst, comfort, childhood friends to lovers, a bit of that miscommunication trope snippet: hoshina soshiro always ranks second at everything in his life. god forbid he falls behind in the bid for your heart too. word count: 2.5K trigger warnings: author's note: hello, reposting the part 2 because of hiccups from saturday when i posted it first (tumblr blocked my blog lol). likes, reblogs, and replies are always appreciated but please do not copy or steal my works. in celebration of this blog reaching 100 followers recently, i have written a bonus part 3 which will be posted within this week. my taglist form is here, and feel free to let me know your thoughts by sending me an ask through here. using my degree correctly by writing hoshina fanfics yes
you aren't sure when things changed between you and hoshina soshiro.
when you were young, you would have understood that he didn't have the attention span to deal with you. he wasn't exactly shy, but you wouldn't call him friendly too - unlike you, who has taken it upon herself to be friends with all the children in the small neighbourhood. unfortunately for you, only the hoshina brothers are at the same age as you are, and at that time you thought that was a sign that fate was giving - you ought to be close to them.
you won't deny that you were fonder of the hoshina brothers than anyone when you started school. if you are being honest, you like them more than any of your expensive dolls or toys. being an only child, you thought it was only natural to want someone to be with - to want someone to share things with.
the brothers would have their endless training sessions every day, and though you did not know how to swing a sword then, you insisted to your parents - and theirs - that you must join them. sometimes you would be sitting on the floor just watching them, and frequently you would be the one keeping count of the score between soshiro and soichiro when they spar.
soshiro has never won a single match against his brother when they were kids.
but you didn't mind. you still preferred him over soichiro.
in fifth grade, you bought him the biggest cake your meagre savings could buy. it wasn't much really, but you won't forget how wide his eyes went when you lighted the candles and sang him the happy birthday song albeit out of tune. the next year, you gifted him a small keychain - a teddy bear in a purple kimono. you never saw him use it.
it wasn't until years after that you worked out what your feelings for him were. the girls from your class would make small talk and ask if you have a boyfriend now and then. you would say no all the time. at sixteen, you felt like you didn't need to be in a relationship - because you have soshiro, you said to yourself - and that was when it hit you.
every time soshiro would talk to you after that, you would peek in your little compact mirror, worried he had miraculously discovered your secret, afraid that maybe your face had given it away. he caught you doing that once, and he accused you of attempting to be pretty for him.
"is it me ye're trying to be cute for?" he volunteered to carry your bag on your way home but you declined. you didn't want to start assuming things; you knew he was just being nice.
"ya wish," you deflected effectively.
"well, whoever it is for, they're in for some trouble", he commented, and you chose not to read too much in his words. you realized how the walk to your house always seemed to be shorter when you were with soshiro.
when you turned eighteen, you asked your mom what it meant to be in love. she was the last person you had wanted to ask - your parents had broken their perfect marriage not long ago, your father choosing to abandon your mother and you. soshiro taught you the basics of kendo during those hard months. "i'll even let ya beat me", he said to you.
"it's when you care for them so much that you will go as far as to let them go because you wanted them to be happy," your mother answered.
soshiro did not have the decency to say goodbye when he left himeji. you wanted to celebrate with him, and it wasn't like you weren't familiar with his plans to move after graduation. you used to stay up late with him, and inevitably the conversation would steer to his dream of getting out of your town. he would say that it's to expand his horizons - for his growth - but you like to give yourself some credit because you know him too well to simply believe that. you can tell that he needs a place to stretch his wings and be the best - somewhere he can be better than his brother.
and maybe you are really your mother's daughter - you let hoshina soshiro go because you thought it would make him happy.
"vice-captain, platoon leader said ye're needed at operations." you saluted and walked inside his office. "get yer ass in there, were the exact words actually," you added, intending it to be a joke.
soshiro didn't even look up from the file he had been staring at since you came in. he's been like this for days after you were sworn in the defense force. you would bump into him in the hallways of the training building or sit at the same table with him for lunch, and he wouldn't speak to you at all. if you didn't know better, you would think that finally, after all these years, he is now aware of your feelings. but that would be impossible, because not only the other recruits would not dare to rat you out, but also because soshiro would not be acting this way if he knew.
"v-vice captain?" you repeated.
soshiro hummed. "i heard ya the first time, officer," he said, his glance on you so cold you felt it from where you stood. it wiped off the smile you were wearing that morning.
"ya can go," he said once more after he noticed you didn't move. "or d'ya need anything else from me?"
"no, vice-captain." you were almost out of the door when you remembered something else. "one more thing, hoshina-san," you faced him again, the way you said his last name soft against your own lips. "soichiro-kun will be visiting again tomorrow so we can go to himeji together -"
"do ya belong to the sixth division?" soshiro cut you off. "i didn't know ya transferred."
"i - i'm not -" you were still trying to look for the appropriate response when he interrupted you again.
"then why are ya spending so much time with him? d'ya wanna move to his jurisdiction?" soshiro is standing now, whatever he was reading earlier long forgotten.
it was difficult to reconcile this distant man in front of you with the boy you used to chase after during your childhood days. the one who would bring you an extra boxed lunch because you told him before that his bento tastes so much better than yours. the boy you fell in love with. you had both grown up, and taken different paths at a time, yes, but you did not expect to struggle so badly to find common ground with him. "im sorry, vice-captain, i'll be off now." it felt like a huge chasm had opened in the middle of the room that determined to keep the two of you worlds apart. you turned to leave, and you heard him mutter something.
"if ya wanted to keep going on dates with my brother, ya shouldn't have gone here."
there is only one thing sharper than his katana and it is hoshina soshiro's mouth.
pain swirled inside you, threatening to spill over. when you couldnât keep the turmoil in any longer, you snapped.
"what is yer problem?!" your pitch reached a high octave that soshiro was shocked at the outburst. "did i do anything? cause yer being mean, soshiro," you pressed on, stepping closer to him. it didn't escape him how you dropped the title off his name, and the honorifics, too. he was about to respond, but you didn't give him the chance. "look, i know yer not on good terms with soichiro-kun, but heâs my friend."
"like i needed to be reminded." sarcasm coated his retort. "ya know what? ya can marry the guy and i won't even care. do whatever ya want", he said, dismissing you in a harsher tone
your forehead scrunched and your eyebrows met in confusion. "what are ya talkin' about? no one is getting married -"
soshiro's laugh was bitter. you recoiled at the offensive sound. "i'm not the one going around telling everyone she's in love with soichiro-kun.â
there was a loud ringing in your ears; you couldnât believe what you were hearing, and you were suddenly afraid that this conversation is unfolding into something else entirely. âi never said that,â you protested. âi never told anyone i was in love with him. i donât know where youâre getting this from.â
soshiroâs expression remained stoic and unreadable. âi heard you say it at the izakayaâ, he murmured.
breath was knocked out of your lungs and panic started to rise within you. âi never told anyone i was in love with himâ, you repeated. you tried to rewind every second of what happened in the party thrown for the new officers nearly a month ago. everyone was drinking and having a good time after the sworn-in ceremony. commander ashiro and the vice-captain had to leave ahead. your fellow newbies grilling you on your history with hoshina soshiro.
âsave it.â hurt was evident in soshiroâs voice; his eyes glimpsed at you briefly, and you saw an emotion you couldnât quite decipher flicker. soshiroâs expressionless mask faltered for a moment, revealing a glimpse of vulnerability. although you donât have a clue how he would have heard it when he went with commander ashiro that night, the desire to straighten things out overtook you.
for a split second, the burden of the truth hangs heavily on your tongue. you gave in to the desperation.
âi never told anyone i was in love with himâ, you reiterated, hoping he would understand this time. âbecause itâs you iâm in love with.â
there were multiple occasions in the past where you almost admitted what he meant to you; you had pictured a thousand scenarios in your head where you declared your love, but all of them did not include the part where soshiro would respond.
you thought confessing would ease the ache in your heart, but it was the opposite. "i didn't know how to tell ya, and that's my fault. but how could i? ya didn't even bother to say goodbye to me when ya left home." it was taking everything of you to hold your tears back, and ignoring the obvious tremble in your voice, you continued. "did ya know i taught myself how to pray after ya were gone? i thought it was the only thing i could do for ya."
"i didn't know", was all soshiro could say. he looks in distress, still grappling with your bold confession.
a loud knock on the door broke the tension. âvice-captain, they made me fetch you,â okonogi said from the hall.
âwell, now ya do.â you turned away just when soshiro strode towards your direction, running after you. you were faster than him, and despite the possibility that you would be seen coming from the vice-captainâs office crying, you twisted the doorknob and ran.
it is still hot when you sit down on a bench at the rooftop of the third division's training building. Â you welcomed the cool breeze, however, and you noted that at this altitude, everything from far away looks considerably smaller.
you missed two important briefings this afternoon already, and your team is most certainly searching frantically for you everywhere. you are definitely going to be scolded by your superior. yet you couldnât bring yourself to discard the little comfort being alone had given to you, especially after such an emotional confrontation. you sighed, exhaustion slowly crawling all over you. lost in your thoughts, you did not notice the soft footsteps approaching until a familiar voice tore through the silence. the cold breeze blew, making you shiver a bit.
âhey,â soshiro called out. you freaked out, immediately looking for a space to hide at. âi already saw ya,â he let you know.
he held out a keychain in front of your face, a tiny bear in a faded purple kimono with the string attached to its head dangling from his forefinger. you recognized it instantly - you got it for him when he turned 12 years old. he sat beside you, not concerning himself with asking for your permission.
âthe first few days were the hardestâ, he began, and you listened. âi was too used to seeing ya every day, but when we were apart, i convinced myself i would forget how ya look like. i didnât.â he offered the keychain to you and you took it - the bearâs fur worn out and old to your touch. âi hold that thing whenever i start to miss ya.â
shock was etched on your face and your gaze darted to him. âis it too late now to say that i love ya?â he whispered, his face mirroring the sincerity of his tone. sunlight bathed the rooftop as soshiroâs words hung in the air, leaving you breathless and stunned. you gasped. âmaybe i should have told ya sooner. but i have been in love with ya for a while now.â
you leaned into his shoulder, and you quietly cried.
âi donât think i have been anybodyâs first choice in anything, so it didnât enter my mind that ya would probably feel the same.â his hand found yours and you relished on the warmth.
âyour brother advised that i tell ya, ya know?â you said between sniffles.
he chuckled. âhe didnât do an excellent job at that, did he now?â
silence ensued; his thumb tracing patterns on the back of your hand, your head on his shoulder still - your breathing still a mess from everything that has been said. âiâm sorry i hurt ya. let me spend my whole life making it up to ya,â he proposed. the promise made your heart skip a beat.
for the first time in a long time, you gave him a smile - the one you have reserved just for him, the one you made sure to convey everything you wanted to tell him. there are a lot of other things you feel the need to ask him, but this will suffice for now. this is more than you ever had in your whole life.
âi canât believe we wasted so much time dancing around our feelings. that one time i wanted to hit one of our classmates because he was being pushy with ya, dâya remember that?â he reminisced. âanyone can have everything in the world, and the only time i would crack is if it is ya being taken away from me.â
all your dreams pale in comparison to your reality now.
out of the blue, you heard soshiro giggle. âdoes this mean ya were telling the newbies that night that it was me yeâre into?â he stared at you, and you canât help but see him as the little boy you grew up with. this is the man i love, you said to yourself. you squeezed his hand.
you didnât respond. all you know is the color of your cheeks surely rivals the pink of the skies as the both of you watch the sun sets.
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Astro Observations-6đȘ
Helllooo! Here we go with Part-6 đ€ Feel free to comment down your thoughts/experiencesđ
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(These observations are based on the whole sign system, sidereal charts and all obs are subject to change with other aspects in the chart, so don't conclude anything with a single placement) â€
Ascendant Lord in Cardinal signs can mean that the person has control over their mind and thoughts. They always have the tendency to focus on the brighter side of everything and are not easily influenced by anyone. They do what they decide to and unwaveringly stick to it.đȘ
Ascendant in Mrigashira, Chitra and Dhanishta - They can be short tempered and take hasty decisions. They're driven by emotions, making them prone to react based on their current emotions and regret it later. This can apply to 1H mars too.đ€Ż
Mercury-Rahu conjunction (within 5 degrees) in 3/6/8/12H---Pls be careful on the internet. These placements can be affected by cybercrime issues. This could happen based on the house themes, not necessarily for everyone, just a reminder to stay safe sweeties.đ©âđ»
Rahu in asc or in conjunction with ascendant lord - Delulu pro max placement fr. They be having a whole different world in their mind or acting like they have multiple personalities. It's so hard to read them, no matter how many yrs you spend with them, you'll still be wondering how they would react or what they would say for a particular situation. They shed their personality or remold it frequently that they feel like a whole different person within short spans of time. đ
Venus-Saturn conjunction in 12H especially for Gemini and Scorpio ascendants - Their first heartbreak would be insane. They could've got to the point of engagement or in a long term relationship, so used to each other and never would've imagined a breakup but it would strike them so hard one fine day, they would've pictured and planned their whole life with that person. This placement can give an unexpected, absolutely shattering kind of heartbreak in their first love.đ€§
Dhanishta Moon- Conflicts with their mom. Mom could often use emotional blackmail as a weapon or leave the household often if it's in 8/9/12H.đŹ
11H lord in Ardra, Swati or Shatabisha- Friendships you get can be totally different from what you've expected. The friend you loved so much can surprisingly show their true colors and betray you whereas the person you didn't even like to interact with at first could become your loyal confidants. Forget getting like minded friends, you'll get the type of friends who will motivate you to be more open minded, teach you controversial/ type of stuff that doesn't go along with the conservative or large scale population. Whether they're a bad influence or good influence depends on the 11H lord.đŻ
Mars in 6-8 Alignment synastry (ie. If their mars is in 8H when counted from your mars, yours will be in 6H when counted from their mars)--The physical attraction is eternal and this could also be someone you'll have your first time with. The lust part will be never ending, if there are other long term aspects, this couple could turn out to be the ones having the same libido & yearning as before kind of physical intimacy even after manyyy yearrsss. As this alignment includes 6H too, the frequency will be high as 6H indicates routine.đ
Jupiter in Domicile/Exalted house in D9 in Woman's chart- Partner will suit your type so perfectly, it will feel like you've manifested the type of person you wished for. The downside is the qualities you wished for will be overexpressed, which can be a problem sometimes. If u wished for a kind hearted and helping person, they could be so much that they give out hefty checks out for donations, you could feel that the amount is unnecessarily high. They're what you wished for, you know that but sometimes it's too much and feels overwhelming or troublesome to handle.đ
Venus-Ketu conjunction in 12H-Especially in capricorn or aquarius can lead to unrequited love. They can be in delulu love for so many years and obsessed with them. They just want that one person and no one else, they would start to understand the reality that this is going nowhere only around 25yrs old. Guys, you deserve better wake up!đ€
This should be carefully analyzed- If your 11H or it's lord is stronger than 7H or it's lord, it can lead to a second marriage or multiple love affairs.đ
Venus in 2H (In Leo/Libra)- The type of ppl to woo the opposite gender by their flirtatious and spontaneous talks. They tend to spend a lot on their partners, the type of spending can be based on the naks. Magha venus can buy antique or unique products for their partners, they focus more on the status a specific gift shows rather than it's utility. Purva phalguni venus would buy a lot for themselves too and they would love joint assets, gifts that can be shared between the couple, like a luxury car or just a unisex branded hoodie. Vishaka venus would be the partners who take their better half on a shopping spree and let them buy anything for themselves, they mostly would like to leave the choice to their partner.đ
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Harleys in Hawaii
Tara Carpenter x fem!reader
Summary: youâre Taraâs older girlfriend
Words: 4.5k
A/n: listen to harleys in hawaii
Warnings: i didnât feel like editing or spell checking sorry bout that đ, age gap (Tara is 22/23, youâre 27), drinking, kissing, fade to black sex, R is implied to dress more masculine, also Scream 6 doesnât exist cause Anika is alive đ
Tara has gone through 3 girlfriends and 5 boyfriends in the span of 5 months. Currently, sheâs having an intervention on how and why. Well, the core fourâs version of an intervention at least
âDude, you have to teach me how to get a girlfriendâ Chad begs, and Mindy laughs
âWhy am I even here? You guys suck at interventions. If anything, this is the opposite of oneâ
This time, her sister chimes in. âWeâre here because youâve been going through partners like pairs of clothes. Why are you dating all these people?â
âI donât know!â Tara groans âIn the beginning itâs to be fun dating someone, but after a week it feels like a choreâ
âWow, never knew you of all people would have the same mindset of a frat boyâ This earns Mindy a slap on her shoulder from Anika, who was cuddled into her
âShut up Mindy.â the younger Carpenter spits out
âSo you date people and drop them âcause they donât give you the thrill of being in a relationship?â Chad says and everyone in the room goes silent. Momentarily, he stops throwing his tennis ball up in the air
ââŠDid I say something wrong?â
âNever knew you could be smart, Chadâ
âSometimes I wish we werenât related.â
âIs that it, Tara?â Sam asks âYou just want the thrill of dating?â
âWhen you put it that way, I guess? I dunno, I havenât really met anyone exciting. Youâd think thereâd be fun people in New Yorkâ
âYou just havenât met the right person, Tara. Iâm sure thereâs someone for you, you just suck at lookingâ
âOh, really? Where am I supposed to look, then?â
âI dunno, definitely not where youâre looking right nowâ Mindy shrugs, and Tara sighs at how helpful her friends are
â
You meet you coworkerâs sister when her and her friends decide to have a study session at the small coffee shop you and Sam work at. You and the older Carpenter instantly clicked as friends. Sam knew you knew about the Woodsboro killings, but you knew not to trust the media entirely. After a few weeks of talking to her, you didnât understand how Sam could be accused of such disgusting things
Your friendship solidified when you âaccidentallyâ spilled an ice cream sundae on some girl who was being mean to her. Of course you were fired the next day, but Sam left with you, opting to work at a smaller coffee shop run by a nice old man and his lovely wife
Sam considered you a good friend, and she trusted you with being around her sister. Luckily the old couple who ran the shop were kind and trusting, and let Samâs sister and friends use the coffee shop after hours for late-night studying. It was maybe about 6:30pm when the shop officially closed, and the study session started. Sam insisted she stay by herself, but you didnât want her to be lonely while watching her kids friends study
Personally, you thought it was far too late to study, but you also hadnât been to school in 3 years. Soft music was playing while the group studied and you and Sam cleaned up the shop here and there
Tara tried to focus on her work, she really did. After a few glances in your direction and many âsorry, what did you say?ââs later, Mindy finally decided to comment on Taraâs behavior. I mean, could she really be mad? You were breathtaking. Your shirt hugged your arms and torso just the right way, you hand a very pretty face, most of all, you were-
âAlright, whatâs up with you? Youâve been distracted this entire timeâ
âIâm not distracted, Iâm listeningâ Tara lied straight through her teeth, and Mindy just looked at her in suspicion
âYouâve seemed out of it this entire study session, you okay?â Anika reached to rub Taraâs shoulder
âUh, y-yeahâ Tara turned around in her seat looking for you. When she saw you were either in the break room or the bathroom, Tara leaned in closer to the group and so did her friends
âSamâs friend is really hot.â
âUnderstandableâ Chad nods
âDefinitely ask her outâ
âLike hell I am, Mindy!â Tara whisper-shouts
Youâre about to leave for the night. Gathering your jacket, helmet, and keys from your locker, you barely make it out of the break room before one of Samâs friends calls you over
âHey, Samâs coworker! Are you good at algebra?
âA little above average, why do you ask? You walk over to the booth theyâre studying at. You miss the glare the brunette gives to her friend
Mindy motions to Tara âMy friend over here is having a little trouble, and weâre all not really good at explaining. Could you help her?â
âAlso,â the twin points at each of her friends âAnika, Chad, Tara, and Iâm Mindyâ
You pull up a chair to sit next to Tara âY/N, nice to meet all of you. Sam says lots of good thingsâ
âLikewise, Sam told us about what you did for her. We all appreciate itâ Anika smiles
âThose girls were assholes,â you shrug âthey deserved it.â Now focusing on Tara, you met her eyes while the rest of the group fell into discussion
âSo, what exactly do you need help with?â
Tara tries to listen to what youâre saying, but everything is going in one ear and out the other with your proximity to her. You make simple small talk with Tara, and she notes how the corners of your eyes crinkle when you laugh. The brunette learns youâre about the same age as her sister, you have a second job as a mechanic, and you owned a motorcycle (in which her interest was immediately peaked).
A few hours of conversation and studying later, the group decides theyâre finished. They pile into Samâs car to be dropped off at their respective apartments. Unfortunately due to a little clutter, there isnât enough room for Tara in the car (which is surprising since sheâs incredibly small, but you decide to hold your tongue this time)
âCmon, guys, canât you make some room?â the brunette groans
âYou could ride with Y/n,â Sam suggests âI trust her to get you homeâ
âYeah, I got an extra helmet in my locker, Iâll go get itâ You jog back to the shop, and youâre back a minute later with a helmet in one hand, and a hoodie in the other. Your hoodie, Tara thinks
âHere, it gets cold. Is this your first time?â
âYeah, Iâve never been on a motorcycle beforeâŠâ Tara says nervously, and she has to stop herself from taking a big whiff of your hoodie around her
âNo worries! If you get scared just squeeze my thigh and Iâll pull over, okay? Also, make sure to hold on tightâ You put the helmet on Tara, inspecting her to make sure itâs on correctly
âGeez, it feels like Iâm an astronautâ Tara laughs, flipping up the visor
âDoesnât it? I always feel like a bobble head or something when Iâm in itâ You teach Tara how to get on, and soon enough youâre on the road following Samâs car
Taraâs arms were snugly wrapped around your torso, and she was absolutely having the time of her life. The helmet she was wearing smelled like you and it was absolutely intoxicating. Not to mention how your hoodie sat comfortably on her body â almost like it was meant for her to wear. Deciding to be bold, Tara decides to hug you tighter
When you two eventually stop at a stoplight, you hold out a thumbs up, questioning if Tara is comfortable. The brunette responds with a thumbs up of her own, and the slow circles sheâs making with her thumb under your shirt that leave a trail of goosebumps behind
First Sam stops at Mindy and Anikaâs, then Chads. Since thereâs more room in the car Tara doesnât actually need to stay with you, but sheâs practically glued to your back. The brunette decides to be greedy and hold on
A few minutes later, you two reach Tara and Samâs apartment complex. When you come to a stop the younger Carpenter gets off first, and you follow after
âSo, how was your first time on a motorcycle? Scary?â
âHonestly? Not really. I trust you wonât crash, or else Samâll get real mad at youâ Taking off her helmet, you get the pleasure of seeing Tara smile again. She starts to take off your hoodie, but you stop her before she does
âKeep it, I already have a bunch of other hoodies and jackets at my placeâ
âAre you sure?â
âI wouldnât be saying it if I wasnât sure, Carpenterâ
âYouâre an assâ Tara rolls her eyes and playfully hits your arm
âNice meeting you and your friends, by the way. Iâll see you guys aroundâ After you wave bye and hop back on your motorcycle Tara watches you leave, pulling your hoodie closer to her body
â
Study sessions at the coffee shop after closing time became more and more regular. Sometimes itâs just Sam closing up, and other times itâs just you. Tara still regrets telling the group about her very tiny minuscule crush on you, since youâre now used as blackmail to get Tara to go anywhere
âWanna go to the movies?â
âSorry, I have to finish an essayâ
âY/nâs gonna be thereâ Mindy says in a sing-song tone
âFuck you.â Tara groans before grabbing her jacket, fully expecting to be invited for a motorcycle ride from you
At first Tara only saw you during study sessions at the coffee shop. It was the same story almost every time. There wouldnât be enough room in Samâs car, youâd drive Tara home, and if she was lucky youâd stop at a 7 Eleven for slushees and a snack
When Sam invites you to a game night with the group, you happily accept the invitation. With a bottle of wine in your left hand, you make some final adjustments to your outfit before knocking. Smoothing out your shirt, you hear a familiar voice behind the door
âSo, are you gonna stand there or are you going to knock?â The younger Carpenter teases, and she can practically hear you roll your eyes when you scoff
âI was making myself presentableâ You shrug, hearing the click of the door as Tara opens it
âWhatever,â The shorter girl laughs âYouâre kinda early so you can wait on the couch or somethingâ She takes the bottle of wine from your hands, setting down on a table
âGeez, donât people have manners nowadays? I thought it was a given to arrive earlyâ
âI think thatâs just you being oldâ
âYouâre mean.â Taraâs face collides with a pillow as she turns around and the brunette can faintly hear you say âheadshot!â in an excited voice
âMe? Mean? You just assaulted me!â
âYouâll live. Mario Kart?â You wave a second controller in her direction with the game already booted up, and Tara takes her seat next to you on the floor
The next few minutes are spent casually trash-talking each other. When you get particularly close to winning Tara shoves you to the floor, causing you to lose. A smug grin adorns her face when you throw another pillow at her
âStop throwing pillows at me!â Tara laughs
âYou quite literally shoved me to the floor âcause youâre not as good as meâ
âShut up, youâve have more experienceâ
âAre you calling me old again?â You say in a dramatic tone, and the door rings a whole 20 minutes after the rest of the group is supposed to show up. Sam lets them in, and you wave hello. Mindy gives Tara a look you donât recognize, but Chad quickly challenges you to another game of Mario Kart
The twin tried his best, he really did. He took the shortcuts, chose the best character, and even optimized his power-ups. But alas, his efforts were rendered useless as you casually mopped the floor with his ass. The scoreboard with your name at the top is enough for Chad to groan in defeat
âDude, how are you so good?â
âI guess I just have more experienceâ
âSo you can say it but I canât?â You end up sticking your tongue out at Tara like a child
âWhatever. You guys got any other games?â
âWe have Unoâ Sam suggests
Oh how foolish she was.
Arguing, wine, and lots of popcorn later, youâre currently in a battle for 4th place with Tara. Fifteen minutes after Chad won 3rd, both of you insisted a 4th place winner. When you put down a plus four twice in a row, the group only groans
âPlease are you two almost done?â
âItâs Uno. How about we play another game?â Chad pleads
âAbsolutely not. I refuse to lose to a girl thatâs basically half my height.â
âHalf your height!? Youâll probably be balding by 30!â
âYou take that back!â You slam a hand against the table, and your friends canât tell if they should intervene or watch the argument play out. They choose the latter
Shallow insults are exchanged between you two and the rest of the group finally understands both of you arenât serious. They decide to leave you two to pick up some pizza, and youâre far too busy arguing how youâre not going to go bald at 30. Really, whose idea was it to give the most competitive people copious amounts of wine?
Eventually your arguing dies down, leaving you both giggling like middle school kids when they see their crush. The absurdity of the situation paired with the wine you both drank made a very fun combo
âSorry I said youâd bald by 30â Tara leans onto your shoulder and you lay your head atop hers
âItâs okay. Sorry I said you were half my height⊠even if itâs trueâ You smile and Tara hits your arm while suppressing a grin
âYou mind if I sleep here tonight? Pretty sure I canât drive my baby in this stateâ
âYour baby?â
âMy motorcycle. Her name is Elizabethâ You nudge her shoulder
âYou named your motorcycle?
âItâs how you create attachment, Tara. You name everything so you care more about itâ
âGod, youâre a weirdo.â The younger Carpenter leans into you even further
âYou never answered my questionâ
âHmm⊠I think Sam wouldnât mindâ
âBut would you mind?â
âNo, youâre my friendâ
A comfortable silence passes between you two. Tara, half asleep on your shoulder; and you, trying to formulate a plan to get Tara in her bed. The only good idea youâve thought of is carrying her, so thatâs what you decide to do
Tara makes a sound then holds onto your shirt as you scoop her up from the couch. Thereâs a feeling in her stomach she canât quite place when your arms wrap around her. Youâre warm, and Tara only wants to get closer to your body heat
âTara, honey, whereâs your room?â You whisper. The pet name accidentally slips, and you hope the younger girl doesnât notice.
Oh but she does
Tara notices and opts to bury her head in you chest, pointing in the direction of her room. She can feel her face warm up immediately
You open up the door all the way with your foot, and lay Tara down in her bed. Youâre about to leave to probably sleep on the couch, but you feel a hand around your wrist and Tara mumble something sleepily
âYou alright, Tar?â You bend down
âPlease stay⊠donât go.â The younger Carpenter whispers, and you wouldnât be able to hear her if not your close proximity
âIâll be in the living room, donât worry. I donât drink and driveâ
âNo, I mean stay here.â
âYou⊠You want me to stay in your room?â
Tara nods.
âI- I donât know, Tara.â You were hesitant to accept her invitation.
âI wonât be far, I promiseâ
âI donât care youâre older than me.â
âW-What?â
âPlease, you make me so happy. People my age are so dullâŠâ Tara takes your hand in her own, playing with your fingers
âYou donât mean that, Tar. Youâre drunk and tired. How about you get some sleep, hm?â You say in the softest voice you can manage, pushing away the thoughts of how badly you just want to hold Tara in your arms again
âY/nâŠâ Something in you shifts when the brunette says your name in her sleep-drunk state. You notice the pleading look in her eyes, and itâs difficult to imagine saying no to her
âI canât say no to you.â You sigh, taking off your jacket before getting in bed. Tara immediately curls up against your chest like itâs the most natural thing ever and you wrap your arms around her waist like itâs second nature
âThank you. I really like you, Y/nâ
âIf you end up regretting this Iâll pretend like nothingâs happened if you wantâ
âNo!â Both you and Tara are surprised by her tone
âI- I mean no. I promise I wonât regret this. Regret⊠you.â She says in a smaller voice
âDo you like me too?â Tara looks up at you with hope in her eyes and your heart melts at the sight
âI donât know, Tara. Part of me thinks this is wrong, and the other part just wants to spend time with you.â
âEver since⊠Amber, youâve helped me move onâ This was the most Tara has opened up about her late girlfriend. Of course the group told you a few tiny things about her here and there, but you hadnât heard from Tara straight up. You knew this was a very hard and difficult subject even as time continued to pas
âYou donât need to feel like you have to tell me about her, Tara. How about we sleep? Youâll have a clearer mind tomorrowâ Pressing a kiss against her forehead, your girlfriend(?) smiles
ââŠcan I wear your shirt?â
âIâm right here, you knowâ
âI wanna be closer to youâ
âGo actually get ready for bed, Tara. I know you donât wanna sleep with makeup onâ The brunette gets up to leave but decides to double back and give you a kiss on the cheek, leaving you a subtle lipstick mark
You hate how she makes you all giddy like a teenager in love.
Getting up to ask Tara if she has an oversized hoodie you could sleep in, youâre caught in the hallway by Sam. You only notice how bad it looks youâre walking out Taraâs room with messy hair, ruffled clothes, and a noticeable kiss on your cheek. Youâre quick to wipe it off and smooth out your hair a second later
âSam, itâs not what it looks like.â You say quickly
âI dunno, it really looks like youâre fucking my sisterâ
âI-Itâs not like that! She- I uh-â
âListen, I donât mind youâre dating my sister. Wouldâve wished you told me, thoughâ
âThatâs the thing! I have no idea what we areâ You look behind to look for Tara before turning back to Sam
âShe said she really liked me, but then sheâs also drunk, but then she also kissed me. What if she doesnât actually mean it? What if she regrets this? What if-â Youâre talking quickly and about to start pacing around before Sam grounds you by holding onto your shoulders
âI trust you, Y/n. Youâre my friend. I trust youâll take good care of my sisterâ
The older Carpenter gives you a quick hug before leaving to her own room, leaving you staring at nothing as the door to the bathroom clicks open
âY/n? You alright?â Tara pulls you into a hug, shoving her face in your neck
âY-Yeah, do you have a hoodie I could sleep in?â
âMmm⊠I think I have one in your sizeâ The shorter girl leads you to her closet. A few seconds of searching lands you a hoodie with an album cover you donât recognize. Tara notices your confusion
âTyler the creatorâ
âIs he any good?â
âWell duh, I wouldnât have him on a hoodie if he wasnâtâ
âOkay smart ass, no need to be meanâ You feign annoyance and the brunette can only roll her eyes and drag you into bed for the second time this night
Both of you get into position again. Taraâs arms securely wrapped around your torso, and your arms that bring her closer to your neck. You decide it isnât so bad youâre in love with Tara Carpenter
â
You and Sam meet the rest of the group at their college. The lovely older couple that ran the coffee shop insisted you two spent time with Tara. They may as well be your parents with how much they treat you and Sam like their own kin. With the rest of the day to spoil Tara, you happily jump onto her with open arms while spewing a slew of praises and compliments
Your girlfriend should probably be embarrassed at how loud your affection is, but itâs New York. Who really cares? When youâre done being yourself, Sam also gives Tara a bear hug
âSo, whatâre the plans, birthday girl?â Mindy asks
âHonestly? I just wanna spend time with you guysâ
âHow disgustingly cute. I think thatâs a great idea, babeâ
âAre you kidding?â Chad speaks up âThe last time we all spent time together, you two were fighting for 4th place in Uno. Fourth place!â
âI think youâre being over dramatic, budâ
âYou looked like you were about to flip the fucking table when Tara made you draw 12 cardsâ
âLike I said, stacking is a curse that makes me angryâ
âI gotta agree with Chad, hereâ Sam chimes in âYou almost killed Tara because of Jengaâ
âItâs not my fault your little sister is a pathological liar and a gaslighter!â The younger Carpenter rolls her eyes
âYouâre awfully childish for someone thatâs so oldâ Your girlfriend laughs, making you look away, embarrassed
âItâs not my fault Iâm competitive!â
âSo, where do you wanna eat out, Tara?â Anika asks âIâve been starving practically all dayâ
âHooters.â The brunette answers almost immediately
â
âSo, birthday girl, whatâs it like being 23?â
âA lot like being 22â
âNoting different?â
âWell, this is the first year youâre here to celebrate with meâ Tara turns on her side to face you âI guess thatâs pretty specialâ
You copy her actions, now looking at your girlfriend
âOh yeah? Whatâs so special about me being here?â
âPlease, you really donât need a bigger egoâ
âAw youâre no funâ
âIâm plenty fun, babeâ Tara reaches down to the hem of your shirt, feeling the skin right above your pants
âMhm, and what type of fun?â
âYouâre such a tease.â Your girlfriend rolls her eyes. Both of you are inching closer to each other to close the gap. You blink for half a second, and Tara straddles your lap with a hungry look in her eyes and a smile that highlights her cute dimples
Diving into you, Tara kisses you with fervor and lust. Her kisses are sloppy, but you donât really care. Currently, the only thing in your mind is Taraâs name on repeat. Both of your clothes are off in only a matter of seconds due to the brunetteâs growing eagerness of wanting your fingers inside of her
âA-Are you sure about this?â You mumble in between kisses and pecks
âAbsolutely positive, baby.â Your girlfriendâs ever growing wetness smears on the skin of your exposed thigh, making you sigh in delight
âIf you donât want to keep going, just tell me and Iâll-â
âY/n.â Your head snaps up at the brunette saying your name
âI want this. I want all of you. Drill it into your pretty brain, yeah?â Tara makes an act of lightly drilling her finger into the side of your head, making you laugh
When you kiss Tara for a second time it feels different. Her lips taste sweeter and all you want to do is give her the entire world. Unfortunately youâre only mortal, so you opt to give her a few lot of mind blowing orgasms instead
â
âSo, whatâre your plans for the break?â
âWe were actually planning a road trip to the beach this weekend to celebrate, and youâre comingâ
âNo room for debate, huh?â You laugh, swinging an arm over her shoulders âIâll have to bring my truck, though. Elizabeth is 100% goingâ
âSometimes I think you like her more than meâ
âYou may be my girlfriend, but Elizabeth is my first loveâ This earns you a punch to the arm via Tara. Although it doesnât hurt much, you feign a wounded expression and place the back of your hand to your forehead
âWoe is I, for my girlfriend no longer loves meâŠâ
âYouâll be okayâ Tara rolls her eyes
âKiss it better?â
â
âPlease can we have a ride without our helmets?â
âSam wouldnât forgive me if we crashed and you werenât wearing a helmetâ
âPlease, baby?â Tara uses her best puppy eyes, and she knows theyâre working when you look away to resist her charm
âThe sunset is beautiful, the back roads are empty, and I want to spend our last moments here on the beach. Donât you want to see the view, baby?â
You sigh, looking away. This girl was going to be the death of you.
âWell after such a confession, I donât think Iâm able to say anything other than yesâ Tara kisses you on the tip of your nose, making it scrunch up just how she liked it
âThis is gonna be so aesthetic, babeâ
ââŠAesthetic?â
âYouâre not that old, loveâ
Before getting on, you take two spare sunglasses from your leather jacket pocket and hold them out for Tara
âAviator or round?â
âYou take the Aviators, I want you to look like one of those guys from Top Gunâ Tara takes the sunglasses out of your hand to place them on your face
âGeez, I look more like a biker than a motorcyclist nowâ
âThereâs a difference?â
âIâll teach you one day. Cmon, the sunâs setting alreadyâ
Tara truly believes sheâs made it to heaven while you drive. Arms around your waist, the salty breeze, and not to mention the beautiful setting sun. This is what sheâs always been craving
Exhilarated is how sheâd describe being around you. The simplest touches sent shivers down her spine. The tiniest glances made Taraâs heart giddy with joy. How couldnât she fall for you? Picture-perfect is what you were. Not boring, not simple, not easy. You were⊠you
With sand in you hair from previous beach endeavors and a smile wide enough your girlfriend can see just from looking at the back of your head, Tara canât image herself anywhere but with you
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TITLE: Play Tight
PAIRINGS: Bang Chan x f!reader
SUMMARY: Reader and Chan divulge their âexcuseâ as to why they couldnât make it to hot pot and barbecue dinner with their friends.
WARNING: minors DNI with this post or my blog. I create NSFW SKZ related content and I know I wonât be able to regulate/monitor every potential interaction with those posts so please do not engage with me, my work, or page whatsoever.
TAGS: smut, porn with plot, swearing, multiple orgasms, squirting, overstimulation, unprotected sex, creampies, fwb, some pillow talk (ish)
PART 1 / PART 2 / PART 3
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A/N: if you don't know what a refractory period is it's essentially about the ability of most women to cum back to back or one after the other in a short span of time between one orgasm and the next. Therefore, if it seems as though I've written about reader having multiple orgasms within quick succession, that's because she is and Chan is making the most of it. Also I really pushed the time limit with uploading this part bc I spent the last few hours trying to get the fan club which took fucking ages...
Hot pot and barbecue with friends - now that sounded fun.Â
You saw the group chat messages from earlier, and the plan to all meet up at half past six. Had you not orchestrated other arrangements, you would be sitting with them right now enjoying nice meals and chats. Instead, your body remains to be railed thoroughly, right into the bed that belongs to none other than Chan. The owner of very capable hands who had just finished fucking you on his couch earlier on.Â
He too missed dinner with everyone for the same reason. Selfishly being, to get laid.Â
Chan presented half of a lie to the group chat, saying that his family was back in the city - which was true, and that he was going to visit them, so he couldnât make it - not true. You on the other hand conjured the only fib you could think of and told everyone that you were going to be working past six.
Both of you felt relatively guilty for ditching the dinner. However, it wouldâve looked ten times more suspicious if the two of you suddenly changed your minds at the same time and decided to show up.Â
But why would anyone suspect anything? Nobody knew Chan was rearranging your guts every other night. Or so you thought. That dirty, slutty little secret was only kept hushed between you and Chan. These past couple of months youâve spent at each other's houses, tainting the very last remnants of innocence either of you had.Â
You wouldnât have realised it at first until you experienced it for yourself, but Chan is and can get really horny. Before him, there was no such thing as âhard-pacedâ or ânastyâ sex. It was fairly vanilla, which thereâs nothing wrong with from time to time. But at the minute, that wasnât the cup of tea you fancied. No. It was something much dirtier and riveting, something that makes you feel like youâre very much alive.Â
Chan was able to achieve that in less than half an hour after you both hooked up one time after a night out. Sure there mightâve been alcohol involved, except neither of you were drunk enough to completely forget what an amazing time you both had. So much so that you and Chan decided to hook up again. And again, and again, until it became a weekly event.Â
In saying that, there were a few layers as to why you and Chan started seeing each other regularly. You needed the de-stressor from work that had been hounding you for months, and among other things, there is nothing like a good dick down to make just about make every worry in your mind disappear.
As for Chanâs situation, it wasnât as light. Having been cheated on by his long term partner, Chan entered what you refer to as his âhoe phaseâ to which he was rather embarrassed to learn that itâs something that people tend to go through when theyâve broken up with their significant other.Â
Nonetheless, you and Chan unexpectedly found each other in a way friends wouldnât typically, and it was only limited to that. No strings attached, still remain good friends, and the best mind blowing sex.Â
âFuck - yes, right there!â
Chanâs hips ram unforgivingly into you from behind. Creating godly, euphoric waves that ripple throughout your body each and every time he does. His fingernails clutch themselves into the soft flesh of your hips, allowing him to use that small bit of traction to pull your body back onto his cock or for him to thrust forward mercilessly.Â
This was way better than dinner with friends.Â
âW-Wait,â you reach behind to the side of your body, trying to tap his arm and prompt him to slow down so you could get your message across without having it fucked right out of you. âRideâŠlemme ride you.âÂ
Chan swallows and nods, taking a short breather, âyeah, yeah okay.âÂ
Whilst youâve learned a lot of things about Chan since youâve started sleeping with him, heâs also learned some stuff about you. Like discovering throughout your secret sessions with him that you seem to cum the hardest when youâre riding him. He doesnât entirely see the appeal of it since he doesnât mind picking up all the slack just so you donât have to do any of the work. At the same time, however, nothing feels as good as fucking his frustrations into you.
But he also doesnât mind them getting fucked out of him. It easily added to one of the reasons why he found it so hot to watch you ride dick.Â
As he gently slides his cock out of you, moving into the next position where he now gets to lie back against his pillows. He watches you straddle him first, then take his length in hand before aligning it with your hole. Slowly, you sink down onto his cock.Â
The âoâ shape in your mouth enlarges when the entirety of his length vanishes inside you. Heâs big. Something you canât always grasp every time you sleep together. The silver lining in that however is that the foreplay is amazing.Â
âChrist,â you breathe out, lifting your hips up and down a couple of times, groaning as the pleasure already built up from before starts re-taking its effect to its highest extent. âFuck, make me feel so full.âÂ
âSo you keep telling me,â he responds with a cocky grin as his hand reaches up to one of your tits and gropes ravenously. âBut thatâs what you like isnât it? Having a big cock inside you, yeah?â
Your hand claps right on top of his, the other stabilises your body on his chest as you start riding at a pace comfortable enough to build some momentum. It doesnât take long until every part of your body feels like warm flames are tickling your skin, leaving tingly traces in their wake.Â
âYes, love it so much,â you pant breathlessly. âLove it when it makes me cum.âÂ
Chan is glad to hear that. Then again, he knows. Heâs fucked you long enough to know what you like, what you donât, and what type of pleasure can turn your mind inside out. With that in mind, and one hand still groping you, he uses the other thumb to find your clit and rub generously.Â
âF-Fuck, oh my god, donât stop, donât stop,â you plead in anguish as you start to feel your orgasm shift into sight.Â
Itâs right there. The utmost pleasure and ecstasy at its apex swells from the pit of your stomach, to your toes, all the way into the crevices of your brain. Every part of you - physically and mentally, just seems to melt into Chan. His cock, which feels like it was made for you to use like this, glides frictionlessly until his tip kisses your g-spot so lovingly. Each time it hits, Chan earns extra centimetres of long red scratches down his abdomen, marked up by your fingernails.Â
âCum,â he demands through gritted teeth. âFucking cum all over me.â
Brainless and vacant as you were in trying to respond to him, your actions seemed to speak for themselves. As Chan continues to move his thumb consistently over your clit and you bounce yourself still on his cock, your eyes suddenly screw tight shut - shuddering before a surge of relief gushes from between your legs.Â
Chan grins sickeningly.Â
The untapped pleasure squeezes and strangles moans out of your throat, yet, in the few spare moments when you had come back down to earth, your stomach felt like it dropped at some point along the way. The minute you open your eyes, breathing hard and heavy, your attention catches on to the mess youâve made.Â
Most of Chanâs abdomen is soaked with your juices, his taut torso gleaming with your cum. Droplets of it roll down his side and seep into the sheets below him. From there, the humiliation is quick to ensue. Chan even sees the panic fill your eyes.Â
âOh! Iâm so sorry,â you whine apologetically. âI donât know what happened! I was - I was caught up in-â
Chan ceases your babbling by grabbing the undersides of your thighs and just about throws you on your back as he moves to top you. His sudden movements catch you off guard, wondering for a moment what he was doing until he started fucking you again.Â
âChris!â you cry out, latching around his back.Â
His head buries into the crook of your neck, âwanna feel you do it again. Wanna see you drip down my cock.âÂ
At his words of request, you knew it was possible with the way that his dick hits deeper, pressing against those sensitive spots inside you that have been milked of pleasure. Itâs not difficult to feel it building up again. Thereâs zero refractory period, allowing you to cum in an uninterrupted procession. At this stage, Chan could just whisper dirty things in your ear and have you become a squirting mess on his bed for him to watch. He wondered if that was actually possible.Â
After watching and making you cum an extraordinary amount of times this evening, Chan was about to witness another, this time, mixed with his own release of pleasure. He can never ignore that dense pressure stacking up in his cock, like a blocked pipe thatâs about to burst with the help of the tension from your contracting walls.Â
One hand at a time, he places each beside your head to lift himself up while still trying to maintain a consistent pace. Then he coils back, grabbing the undersides of your thighs again and leaning some of his weight down so that he can press deeper.Â
Tears are pricking your eyes - not from any pain but from pleasure youâve never felt. Itâs so intense and has nowhere in your body to escape that the longer you hold it in, the more explosive itâs going to feel. As your emotions exude the ferocity of another orgasm, Chan absorbs your expressions, giving him a very clear estimate of when youâre about to cum.Â
âGonna give me another one?â he asks even though youâre in no state of mind to give him a verbal answer. âGonna be a good girl and get my dick wet one last time?âÂ
You shake your head but only because youâre unsure if you can actually take that pressure thatâs about to blow. Regardless of how high he has built your orgasms for you, you always take them well. It has you sobbing - screaming and clutching onto his bedding as you whimper that youâre about to cum. Chan could only just hear you over the sound of his skin slapping against yours.Â
âYou can do it,â he reassures you. âYou always do.âÂ
At that moment, as if he just flipped a switch inside you, Chan had you gushing in an instant. Your upper body contorts to the left and stiffens as he fucks you right through it, right until his own orgasm slaps him on cue. Grunts mixed with whimpers force their way out from the base of Chanâs throat. His cock uncontrollably spurts his hot white cum, coating liberal amounts on your walls with a few hard, deep thrusts.Â
"Fuck, oh my god," he groans through gritted teeth, satisfaction seeping through into his blood.
He pulls back to sit on his heels, looking down as he grabs the base of his cock now slicker than usual with milky, almost transparent liquid rings of white. The fact that both of your juices have mixed together does something to a sick part of Chanâs brain. His lower half is still dripping with your cum, forcing you to shy away into the bunched up sheets when you realise youâve made another mess on him.Â
Too weak to speak up about it, Chan had no trouble reading the room and caught onto your emotions. He was right to assume that you were embarrassed for it but fuck if Chan could experience it all again, he would. That then strikes an idea as he massages your inner thighs with the palms of his hands.Â
âThatâs never happened before,â he comments with a little bit of surprise, making you turn with embarrassment, all the while trying to ease you back down from your high. âSo fucking hot.âÂ
His thumbs rub into your wet skin, inching closer to your pussy. Before you know it, the backs of his fingertips are brushing over your hole where his cum is leaking out of you. Semi sticky strings of it attach onto him when he pulls away and goes back in to smother it all the way up to your clit. He thumbs softly over the sensitive bud, setting fire again to the muscles in your lower half.Â
You shudder a little bit from the faint stimulation, and finally muster the energy to talk, âyeahâŠd-donât know how. Usually itâs - mm, just causeââŠmaybe you were hitting the right spot.â
Chan doesnât meet your eyes, and by the preoccupied look on his face, it was clear that he had another agenda as his thumb continued to rub mindlessly. Although, he did hear you as he smirked and shook his head.Â
âNah, that was all you,â his mouth falls open slightly as he stares down at where his fingers begin to disappear.Â
âChanâŠâÂ
âI reckon you could give me one more,â he predicts as he starts to finger you slowly. âJust one more.â
âPlease, fuck...â You whine loudly throughout the room. âD-Donât think I canâŠplease.âÂ
Chan moves to the side of you just a little bit, placing his other hand on your lower belly to apply just a little bit of welcoming pressure while he ignores you, âyes you can pretty. Only one.â
His fingers curl deviously inside you, forcing an automatic bodily response for your eyes to roll to the back of your head and back to arch clean off the bed. As he strokes over the spongy area, your fists are clenching on the duvet. Your body is beyond sensitive and squirms uncontrollably at the faintest of his touch.Â
âChris!â You sob, tears now leaking down the sides of your face from the euphoria.Â
This was the closest replica to being high. Itâs like the pleasure picked up where it left off from the previous orgasm Chan brought to you and nearly doubled in intensity to the point where you thought for a moment that you were going to black out. But it hits you harder than before since his fingers have a bit more precision to find and hit your g-spot rather than making you feel fuller.Â
âThatâs my good girl,â he says encouragingly.Â
There and then, as Chan detects the tell-tale signs that youâre about to cum, he finger fucks you at a generous pace that doesnât let up on the time your insides have to try mitigate the pleasure. It goes into overdrive, sending a bunch of all the right signals straight to your brain.Â
âC-CumâŠcummingâŠIâm-â
Chan appreciates the fact that heâs reduced you from crying and screaming his name to a silent, overstimulated mess. Alternatively, youâre surrendering entirely to the ecstasy which sweeps you under like a current. Chan doesnât need to hold you in place for you to take what heâs giving you with his fingers. He just gives and gives, and gives until for the third time, he has you squirting.Â
âOh yeah, look at that,â he grins excitedly, watching his palm and all the way up to his forearm become completely drenched in your juices. âWhat a good girl.â
By that point, Chan was successful in running your body dry. His pace slows down, now gently stroking inside you. Your quiet, strained moans die down, along with a reserve tank of energy you had left. You were limp and helpless, a gorgeous mess on the bed for him to admire.Â
Chan slowly takes his fingers out, gently massaging around your sensitive pussy, âfuck, so good."
You turn onto your side, processing all of that. For a few moments before, it felt like you had had an out of body experience, and maybe you were. Everything was so consuming and powerful that for a second you didnât feel like yourself. But that wasnât a bad thing, nor did you think of it that way. Itâs just a new experience that you welcomed, one that made you feel good multiple times.Â
Chan hops off the bed and kneels beside you onto the floor as he strokes and pats your head, âyou okay?â
You nod then go to sit up, âmm, just out of it. Give me a few minutes.âÂ
âYou - you shouldnât move so much, not now at least,â Chan warns, then quickly spots the uncomfortable expression on your face as you realise that everything beneath you is wet and sticky.
âYour duvet,â you say to him, looking down and around at all the large damp areas.
âWhat about it?âÂ
âWell itâs all ruined-âÂ
âTheyâre not ruined,â he says defiantly like a stubborn child, almost like he was offended you even made that sort of comment. âIt looksâŠfucking hot.â
âHot,â you repeated with an airy chuckle.Â
âI didnât know you could do that,â says Chan, bewildered.Â
âNeither could I to be honest,â you agree wholeheartedly. âIt was reallyâŠintense and...strange.âÂ
âStrange?â He retorts.Â
âNot a bad âstrangeâ, just something Iâve always heard of, but never managed to do with someone else before,â you reply.Â
Chan smiles to himself, looking at his bed before that grin drops off his face, ânever managed to do it with someone else before? As in, youâve done it before, justâŠon your own?âÂ
You blink up at him, quickly changing the subject, âreckon the others are still out?âÂ
âIâd imagine so,â he says, still thinking about what you said previously.Â
âHot pot and barbecue sounded so nice tooâŠâ you trail off, eyes going in and out of focus. Your body is starting to catch up to you.
âWell, luckily we live in the era of food delivery, right?â He responds confidently. âLet me clean you up first, then we can hop in the shower. After that, Iâll order it in for us, sound good?âÂ
Sometimes when youâre with Chan, you forget that at the end of the day, heâs one of your good friends and still acts like it after you sleep with him. He knows when to be your fuck buddy and when to be your mate. None of it is awkward or weird and nor does he strive to make it that way.Â
Potentially itâs because of his nature to be a gentleman inside the bedroom just as much as he is outside, hence why you had a considerate amount of gratitude towards him for not being an ass like some of the people youâve hooked up with or seen casually in the past. But that could never be the two people you slept with a few weeks back.Â
Not Hyunjin nor Jisung, whom youâve thought about ever since that night at his apartment. Although it was truth or dare that led you all to the events that unfolded, you wouldâve still slept with them anyway without the game. Just thinking about the two of them makes you miss them. Makes you miss the way that they touched you.Â
It was a different feeling to how Chan normally touches you. With him, heâs a friend with benefits. Someone who can call you or you can call him whenever either of you need each other. As a result, there isnât going to be anything fond or loving between the pair of you - which youâre more than happy with. You made that clear to Chan at the start that you werenât looking to enter into a relationship with him at any stage if thatâs what he was thinking.Â
Thankfully, he wasnât either.Â
But when Hyunjin and Jisung touched you, it was surreal. Almost natural, like they were meant to feel you that way and only them. That was the difference between them and Chan, not that you were comparing them since you saw them in separate positive lights.
There was just something about those two that left a strong imprint on your brain, something you canât scratch without themâŠ
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