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all at once, everything is different
he finds no meaning in celebrating the day of his birth (or creation), yet this year he finds himself whispering a wish â please don't ever become a stranger whose laugh he can recognize anywhere.
content. wanderer x rtawahist!fem!reader, wanderer is addressed as hat guy, reader can see aranara, not dating but clearly in love ykwim, one (1) kiss, hat guy hates his birthday, not-so-mean because his soft spot is showing lol, mediocre writing, slight angst if u squint. | 3.5k words
âhat guy, you have a visitor!â
the said man groans and shuts his eyes, displeased with the interruption. if ignoring the knocks were not enough to convey the message, then he will not be liable for his harsh tone over the unwanted company.
except, well, the visitor on the other side of the door happened to be his new friend â durin.
wait, what the fuck is he doing with nahida?
âhat guy!â the little dragon's enthusiasm explodes across the room. he quickly flies over to the indigo-haired scholar, taking a peek at the paperwork on his desk. âwhat are you doing?â his curiosity is rather adorable, though hat guy would not let that thought slip out his lips (and hopefully the dendro archon wouldn't attempt to read his mind).
âi'm working on a new thesis.â he simply responds, durin lets out an innocent âwoahâ although he knows he doesn't fully grasp the concept. nahida giggles; the thesis proponent has been cooped up in this room for days, it's a given that scholarly papers and academic writing generally takes months before completion, but it's also clear to her that his response was merely an excuse.
âlet's go out, hat guy!â durin initiates, flipping in the air as excitement rushes through his little body as he expects his first friend to agree â only to frown when hat guy scoffs, âi'm busy right now. let's plan another time.â hat guy hopes the compromise would convince his dragon friend to leave him alone and so will the dendro archon.
but no, both of them are determined to reign victorious against his convictions.
hat guy knew what day is it today, he sighs heavily, eager to stay put in his lair doing whatever academic duty there is just to avoid the light of day and utmostly reject the idea of celebration.
it's as if a simple greeting of âhappy birthdayâ bears no sense of something, it feels awkward to receive such words when he feels nothing about the beginning of his existence. was he supposed to say âthank youâ when in the first place it's an unsolicited message?
one of these days, he's sure to receive a smack on the back of his head if this attitude continues.
(he'll just protect his head then.)
(unless the prevailing lord of sumeru casts a more perilous punishment when he wears her patience thin.)
durin's crimson eyes dulls, the drop in his float and lowered head presents his broken heart, âallow me to go through your progress and i'll leave my own criticisms, take it as a partial checking. we wouldn't want to finish a thesis then realize the whole paper is wrong, would we?â nahida suggests, her eyes round and pleading. hat guy stares down at his desk, almost praying to some other god â probably the anemo one, though he doesn't have much faith in the freedom archon â to make nahida and durin realize that he is unavailable at the moment.
âcome on, hat guy, today looks like a goodââ nahida's words are immediately cut off when hat guy finally looks at their gazes, âfine!â he abruptly stands up with his palms on the desk, the split second of his widened eyes being enough evidence for nahida to see his true feelings without needing to use her mind-reading prowess.
âreally?!â durin's eyes sparkle and wings flap in triumph, hat guy groans in defeat, and nahida smiles brightly. âbut i'll decide when the day is over.â his tone is as cold as his color palette, but durin does not complain about his condition, his little cheers soften hat guy's bleak exterior.
hat guy detests walking around the heart of sumeru during this time of the year, he remembers in the previous year when akademiya students ambushed him just to get him to blow a sickeningly sweet birthday cake. he lowers his head, until now he can't fully comprehend the nature of birthdays and its significance â for mortals, it may be because their lifespans are merely a flick of a finger compared to non-human races.
he has already lived for so long and will continue to do so, but what part of birthdays satisfy fulfillment if he rejects it himself? it's even so absurd that he is expected to extend gestures to others on his own day.
âhey, hat guy, do you know those tiny things with hats and a smiley face?â the little dragon's query snaps hat guy out of his zoned out state, he momentarily pauses to think what creatures he is referring to before furrowing his brows at the unsure conclusion in his mind, âwhat things?â the boy envisions the forest spirits around sumeru, the aranara. he doubts durin means the smiles as they do not have a smile, still he remarks those elemental clusters as cute.
âthose little things! with hats like yours!â durin tries his best at composing his description, âwait, they have pointy hats, yours is flat.â his voice is small at the realization of the difference in design, âyou should know what i mean, right?â he flies right in front of hat guy's face, hoping that his thoughts will get through to his friend.
âperhaps you mean the aranara? they're plant-like forest spirits in sumeru. where did you see one? they don't often show themselves as i've known.â hat guy explains, he sees the bright grin on durin's face, the sight melts him.
he knows the aranara only allows their presence to be known by children (adults can see them but terms and conditions must be met first, e.g. the traveler), and deep down he hopes for durin to take sight of those little things. he believes that durin is a child at heart, not only his small size and curious nature, but his core is akin to a little kid who dreams and hopes.
âthey're called aranara? it sounds adorable!â durin giggles, âi saw a couple of them tailing behind the archon! do you think i can befriend them?â hat guy smiles, his sentiments mirroring durin's aspirations. âyou can go find them and ask for a friendship contract.â he smirks, obviously teasing the little dragon, though his words carry genuine wishes for durin to create friendships.
âdo we like call for them? i want to talk to one!â durin's eagerness at meeting the aranara spreads warmth in his chest, âyou have to be patient. they'll appear whenever they deem right.â hat guy responds, he's not entirely knowledgeable about their decisions when or when not to appear, but he knows enough that the aranara values the people of sumeru â even if they're unseen, they're the nation's closest companion.
and he's assured enough that the aranara will welcome durin just as much as he was accepted as their friend.
âthere you are!â a deep voice pipes up nearby, durin hastily flies behind hat guy to hide from the unknown voice. âwho's there?â the little dragon closes his eyes, the fear of being judged is still within him, hence hat guy extends out both his arms as an act of protecting durin as his gaze seeking out who had spoken to them.
the general mahamatra comes to sight, albeit the most distinguishable factor for hat guy is the tall ears poking out from his hat. his right eyebrow is raised, posing a skeptical expression at the big-eared hat guy's presence and intentions with him.
âah, the famous hat guy of the vahumana darshan. i believe you remember me from the interdarshan championship last year?â cyno utters, there's a prideful look on his face that makes hat guy even more wary of where this is going. âi recall our sparring moments during the competition, yes, you were the representative for spantamad.â hat guy responds, he knows this man is a big persona in the nation although he couldn't dig it in his memory what his name was.
âspeak your intentions, i do not have the luxury of time right now.â hat guy asserts, he watches as cyno takes a deep inhale â and wonders what it's for â before he takes hat guy's hand and slaps down a stack of cards (dear archon, how did he manage to hide a tall stack?)
âdo you know about genius invokation tcg? i've been meaning to find you and discuss the game. i have high hopes that you'll be a prodigy of a player, so please hear me out. i have read a few of your research, i applaud your intelligence and critical thinking for curating reasonable claims and powerful arguments. you know what else uses the same strategy? tcg! with your keen observation, wits, and quick analysis, i'm sure you'll be sumeru's second best player â i'm the first, of course â please accept my offer and play with me, i assure you that it is an efficient mental exercise outside of the akademiya. furthermore, playing with others allows a space for building relationships and strengthening bonds. what do you say, hat guy?â
oh, cyno definitely needed that deep inhale. hat guy, on the other hand, is bewildered.
âhat guy, what is he talking about?â durin whispers in his ears, still out of sight.
âyou should take upon his offer, hat guy. not only will you gain friends in sumeru, but also acquire a reputable image across teyvat.â the green-eyed desert guy (who hat guy knows as the one who's oddly interested in his hat) shows up and backs up cyno's claim.
right now, he feels like nahida casted him in some weird dream spell because what the hell is going on?
hat guy scoffs, âonly brains as small as a sweet flower seed would reckon that a measly card game is enough to be a backbone of life-and-death bonds.â still, the stack of cards remained in his hand.
as if cyno was about to take no for an answer, âkeep the stack, hat guy. maybe one day you'll have a change of mind, come find me if you find it in yourself to admit that this game isââ
âhat guy!â another voice pops up in the scenario, but rather than having his guard up higher, hat guy's shoulders seem to relax upon hearing your voice.
as you enter the scene, you immediately realize the situation. there's a look of dread in hat guy's eyes that shows his disagreement towards card games. âgeneral mahamatra, pardon for the intrusion, but please do excuse hat guy and his⌠displeasure with tcg. i'm sure there are other skilled scholars who are more interested in playing a match with you.â you intervene, a nervous laugh at the end because despite this silly interaction, cyno still holds a high position and you know the power this man has.
cyno was about to respond, but sethos â the green-eyed desert guy â beats him to it, âapologies, my lady. the general here just wants a formidable opponent because apparently i don't play enough tcg.â sethos explains as he casually points his thumb at cyno, âi'm not interested to be your opponent.â hat guy coldly rejects.
âno! you will play tcg with me one daââ sethos covers his mouth that he almost stumbled backwards, they bicker among themselves.
âhey, yn! long time, no see!â you hear durin's little whisper, you assume he's hiding behind hat guy, a giggle passes your lips and the endearing thought. âhey, durin. i missed you!â for a moment, you reminisce the first time durin visited the real world â you met him them as he and hat guy relayed to you the tales of simulanka and all the shenanigans that occurred.
âanyways! hat guy, you know you'd be so cute with your hair tied up.â sethos grinned, the change in topic also brightened up his aura however it only dimmed hat guy's. he takes off hat guy's hat, now he's just guy, and his fingers swiftly grabs a portion of his midnight-hued hair and ties a little bun.
and the cherry on top, a bow.
â...tch.â
hat guy never had his hair tied, you had played with a few strands whenever he lays down on your lap, but that's the closest his hair ever got touched. mini durin struggles to hide his laughter at the sight of his best friend's angered face being ten times more adorable with the new hairstyle.
he's extra convinced that this is just another dream simulated by nahida.
âi wonder what you would look like with your hair braided.â you giggle, envisioning different styles on his jellyfish-like haircut. âwhatever it is, don't.â hat guy rolls his eyes.
you, hat guy, and mini durin continue to walk to whoever knows where, your path has strayed away from the city but it's no issue when hat guy finds relief in not having to be jumped on by scholars.
along the way, laughter and banter were thrown back and forth. âdon't pretend it's erased in history that you broke my favorite pen!â you nag him, âit was already cracked, it just happened to break apart in my hand!â he defends himself, this argument has been going on for months now, it's your personal grudge against him that you bring up whenever he tries to drag you down.
âit's raining!â durin points out as the rain loudly splatters on the ground, âoi!â hat guy yelps as you take his hat and hovers it over your heads. âc'mon it's big enough.â you reason out, he sighs and rolls his eyes, durin is in between you two as you walk to find a better shelter.
until a small meow catches your attention, as if on instinct, your eyes darts toward the sound's origin. it didn't take long to find a small cat inside a pot, wet in the rain. the little guy seemed to be alone with no owner or parent cat around.
and it didn't take another thought for hat guy to grab his hat and cover the white cat's head, leaving you and durin exposed to the rain, âi'll take you to the shelter. follow me if you want.â he says, but instead picks up the cat in his arms â talk about personal autonomy, no?
shortly, he returns to you and durin, the hat barely covering your group but settles with whatever his hat can provide. it's a wondrous sight, no words were spoken at this moment, even durin who enjoyed conversing let the serene silence overpower the rainfall.
and hat guy realizes that not a word had fallen off your lips about his birthday. you certainly had not forgotten, right?
suddenly, his chest feels empty, which is weird enough for he doesn't even possess a heart. a human heart. his ribs feel tight, as if clenching on nothing; he doesn't understand the anomaly taking place within his core, the cat meows and snuggles against his chest, serving as a temporary remedy for the internal ache.
sometimes you were infuriating. not for reasons that are shallow and certainly he doesn't wish for your demise; he finds you the cause of the berserk inside him, for whenever you two are within each other's parameters, suddenly he's at ease and for some reason that he time and time again fails to provide an answer for, troubled.
dear archons, hat guy could almost solve all of sumeru's political issues â if he dared to â but this predicament that involves you bears no fruition to his efforts in understanding the effect you have on him. the lack of an emotional organ within him feels more and more apparent when there's a rampant of feelings flowing in his blood.
is this what a heart is for?
âthe sky's clearing up!â durin beams, flying forward. âdon't fly too far, you don't know where you're going.â hat guy scolds the little dragon who muttered an apology and returns close to him.Â
you settled in an abandoned hut, based on the nearby surroundings, it's safe to assume you're around the region in between avidya forest and vanarana. âare you hungry little guy?â durin converses with the lone cat that chooses to stay on hat guy's lap, rendering him immobile until the cat is satisfied with its rest.
âsay, durin, do you know what today is?â you ask the dragon, he tilts his head in response, âhat day, is today a special day?â you softly smile at how closely tied durin is to hat guy, you've known him since the day he started as an akademiya student, you were together at the same table in the library. he wasn't the sociable type, he made that clear, but you were persistent to break into his personal bubble until you finally claim a spot in his vicinity.
âit's just a normal day.â hat guy rolls his eyes, but the slight tint of pink on his cheeks doesn't go unnoticed. for hat guy, you were like a cat that demands to be paid attention to, a ginger-colored one that he can not seem to predict.Â
âreally? the sun seems to be too bright just for today to be normal.â he's confused, were you about to break open the forest and have the entirety of sumeru to sing him a happy birthday or there's something else up your sleeve that he can't guess.
âis that an aranara?!â durin squeals upon the sight of a blue aranara walking towards the group, hat guy follows durin's line of sight and spots not just one or two, but a small group of aranaras⌠and origamis?
his brows furrowed in disbelief, âwhat's going on?â hat guy looks at you with a puzzled face, you want to snort at his expression because clearly he's trying to avoid his birthday.
and you were not about to let him disregard his day like that.
the army of aranara and origami surrounds hat guy, the aranara orients a necklace of origami flowers around his neck. their little squeals speak of their joyous sentiment for this moment, a moment that belongs to hat guy.
âhappy birthday.â
hat guy is stuck in a trance when he finally hears you say it.
âhappy birthday, hat guy!â durin exclaims, he's flipping in circles, finally releasing the words he desperately tried to hide since he saw him.
âhappy birthday, blue nara!â
âhappy birthday, hero of simulanka!â
hat guy puts his hand on his chest as the greetings continue to echo in his ears, is this what happiness feels like?
âthank you.â he simply responds, clearing his throat to regain his usual composure.Â
âwe have gifts for you!â you crouch down in front of him, a big smile on your face. you gesture the aranaras and paper squirrels to come forth, they carry boxes filled with secret stories whose main character is hat guy.
âi got one too!â durin flies down to sit beside hat guy, his own little gift in his embrace.
âwhy would you celebrate my birthday?â his voice falters as he lets the question fly past his lips, âbecause i care for you, hat guy. you're special to me.â you simply reply, hoping that it delivers the deeper meaning of his existence to your life.
you love him, you will forever do so.
hat guy hums, unsure how to reply when he's fighting his innermost turmoil of crystalflies. he resorts to opening the gifts instead, one box containing a hand-crafted paper doll of himself, the enraged expression has him instinctively mirroring the same look, âis this how you see me?â he scoffs, but they let him tell his rough comments and cold feedback as he continues his unboxing spree.
âi've got plenty of unusual stuff from you and you still haven't run out of ideas? even durin has his own contribution.â he sighs, his indigo orbs lingering on the gifts you prepared. the stack of tcg cards from cyno still in his possession.
âbecause you deserve to be reminded that you're loved and wanted.â
loved and wanted, huh?
hat guy quietly apologizes as he moves the cat off his lap, he leans down to you and his hands cup your cheeks. âlast time i checked, you're one of the top rtawahist students, but i must refute your claim on that one.â
âthen i'll defend my argument, the absence of a physical heart does not restrict your emotional intelligence and morale. your ribs may not house an organ, but your embrace has proven otherwise.â
you may not know the burden that he hides underneath his facade or the weights that made him believe that love is an outerworldly entity, but one thing you will attest to is the hat guy who knows how to love.
even if it takes years for hat guy to realize and admit that he loves, you will continue to be the one to assure him that it's alright.
for the love he yearns and continues to long for is the birthday gift you promise to give him every year. for as long as you live, and in every reincarnation, you will love hat guy.
hat guy covers durin's eyes as he leans down to collide his lips on yours. the crystalflies in his stomach explode, but it's soon replaced with fulfillment. maybe, he doesn't need a heartbeat to tell him that he can love when he's capable of choosing to love.
there's light in his life when you arrived that one afternoon asking what thesis he was working on, there was you who appeared to hold him when the akademiya felt suffocating, and there will always be you beside him who loves and teaches him love.
if the dendro archon is reading his mind right, he would like to say that he doesn't feel lonely now. he has you now. and even without a birthday cake, he'd like to make a wish: please don't ever become a stranger whose laugh i can recognize anywhere.
âit seems like you're the one who's looking forward to my birthday.â
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Hi friends! I keep committing and recommitting to making a serious effort to come back to the fandom, and I think this time finally I got my Snowbaz feelings back for real. So I'm going to try. Thank you to everyone who kept tagging me; I'm a little lost re: new people existing on Tumblr, but I hope to catch up!
So much to do in this post. For now, some snippets.
Exhibit A: my writing goal for the month. It's okay if it doesn't work out, but I decided I need short-term writing goals and this is my first one.
Baz pushes his sunglasses up his nose, staring at the man behind the counter of the shop. He hopes that hiding in plain sightâwithout his costume, without his maskâis a more effective disguise than trying to wear a fake moustache.
The apron is there, gloriously stretching over a broad chest that does not turn Baz's insides into soup and make him wish he could go back threeâfive, tenâyears and do everything differently.
Exhibit B: COBB idea. I'm so excited!!!!!!!!!!!!
Going right is never the right choice.
I've known this since the first time my father brought me along on his travels (read: I hid in his trunk) and I had to face a crocodile armed only with a blunt Swiss Army knife I'd stolen from said trunk. All because I'd turned right. And then right again.
When he found me, scraped knees and his precious knife lost in the belly of the beast, he didn't even yell. He just looked at me like he always did. Like the biggest disappointment in his life of failures.
Exhibit C: potential second COBB idea, that I'm going to submit only if I make enough progress by the end of the month.
[Baz] holds my hand like it's the only thing keeping him grounded. Present. The minutes are trickling away from us like sand in a broken hourglass. The sun hasn't started rising yet, the night as dark as it gets, the cold seeping into our bones.
He holds my hand like he's afraid he'd float away if he didn't.
I know I'd be glad if it happened.
I have a lot of fandom resolutions for this year and I'm scared they'll end up like any New Year's resolutions... but I'll list them anyway. 6 resolutions Sunday:
Be more involved on Tumblr. I want to post more, but especially start reblogging and commenting on things again.
Write more. Last year I wrote so little and posted even less, and it made me sad when I realised it in the past days. So much was going on, so I don't blame myself, but I miss writing and I believe I can try to make it a regular thing again.
I want to read more fics. It's been years since I last read fics consistently. I missed everything!! Time to slowly catch up.
Relatedly, I want to try to comment more. I've never been a great commenter because it overwhelms me, but it's hypocritical since I need everyone and their brother to leave 10 paragraph long comments on everything I write... So I want to commit to doing better.
I want to try to publish a fic every month, at least. @palimpsessed suggested doing some sort of monthly countdown to Carry On's birthday in October and I'm all in.
I want to succeed at COBB. For one reason or the other, more often than not because I am cursed and I never finished writing my things, I've never managed to start and finish posting something for COBB. But I have two concepts I'm so excited about (not sure yet if I'll try both of them) and I want to commit to doing well. Wish me good luck.
My good old tagging list <3 I hope to add new people soon! But hi my dear old friends, how's it going?
@facewithoutheart @sillyunicorn @onepintobean @shrekgogurt @wellbelesbian @palimpsessed @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @forabeatofadrum @fatalfangirl @cutestkilla @ileadacharmedlife @bookish-bogwitch @artsyunderstudy @orange-peony @larkral @raenestee @stitchyqueer @hushed-chorus @technetiumai @brilla-brilla-estrellita @thewholelemon @theimpossibledemon @imagineacoolusername @blackberrysummerblog @theearlgreymage @rimeswithpurple @messofthejess @alexalexinii @whatevertheweather @jbrrring @prettygoododds @youarenevertooold @best--dress @theotherhufflepuff @monbons @run-for-chamo-miles @confused-bi-queer @aristocratic-otter @dragoneggos @gekkoinapeartree @ionlydrinkhotwater @erzbethluna @shemakesmeforget @basiltonbutliketheherb @otherpeoplesheartachept-2 @noblecorgi @j-nipper-95
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Heeeyy! Yeah I wasn't okay (still not) but mostly my star wars hyperfixation abandoned me so I wasn't pulled onto this app anymore. Reading is also really not it at the moment.
But my boyfriend gifted me Rex's helmet for Christmas đĽšđĽš and we're getting back into watching clone wars, so I might be back full time soon haha but I'll come back for new chapters from you anyway whenever I can!
OMG I scrolled down a little bit when I was almost finished reading to see how much there was left and I swear to god my bathwater started to boil a little when I read his name đŽâđ¨ I'm right there with you in the hateclub! That man is the WORST in all of star wars ngl. We're watching the Onderon arch rn in clone wars and jesus h Christ, he's just been a fuckhead all along Ugh! I am looking forward to reading what you have planned for him đâ ď¸
Oh I can Imagine! I would tend to tell too much, too (if I was writing anything đŽâđ¨) how does one know where to stop haha
No but I really love your writing, you do a really good job, in my humble opinion đđ and I was so happy when I just saw the next chapter is up as well! Can't wait to have a quiet moment to myself to read it!
Please never feel like you need to apologise for taking your time! You should always come first, or as a mom your youngling of course. I am impressed honestly how you manage to juggle all that and still write this monster of a story AND it being good and exciting, not like you know, something where fanfictions got their less than nice reputation from đ
Anyway, I'm sending all the good vibes your way!!
Take care of yourself!! â¨đ
You make this world a nicer place đđŠľ
Awake-Part 8
Crosshair x F! Innkeeper!reader
**Not canon to season 3**
Parts 1 2 3 4 5 6 7
Chapter Summary: Some demons are finally revealed.
Authors Notes: -runs in and trips flinging papers everywhere- Iâm here! Itâs here!
This is by far my longest chapter to date. (Itâs only 6 words longer then the last update but shhhh). This was honestly one of my fav chapters to write. So much gets tackled!
Sorry for the long wait but I truly hope you all enjoy it!
Sleep, Maker how Crosshair wished he was asleep right now. That all of this was just a bad dream and soon heâd wake up next to you. Heâd tell you about the credits and youâd be so happy that youâd kiss him. Everything would be perfect and youâd be happy.Â
But he wasnât sleeping. No, he was awake and staring at a man who was a bit too close to you for his liking.Â
You turned and looked at the man beside you. âJax, I never agreed to sell the inn. Just that you could survey it.âÂ
He turned and smirked at you before reaching up to stroke your cheek. âMy sweet pet, you and I both know you have no choice. Itâs either me or the banking guild.âÂ
Stepping away from him, you let out a scoff. âLast I checked I wasnât your pet.â You shifted under his gaze and moved to walk over to Crosshair but found Jax grabbing your wrist.Â
âSurely that one mistake doesnât negate everything weâve been through.â He tried to give you his winning smile that youâd initially fallen for. âLetâs go talk in your room.â He glanced out the corner of his eye at Crosshair. There was something familiar about this man. âIâm sure we can come to some kind of agreement.âÂ
You tugged your wrist free of his hold. âI-âÂ
âYou two can talk out here.â Crosshair stepped forward and placed himself between the two of you.Â
âCrossâ You placed your hand on his shoulder.Â
Jax stared up at the almost familiar man before him. It took a moment but soon he finally understood why he recognized him. âYouâre a clone.âÂ
âSo?â Crosshair reached up and took your hand in his before lowering it.
âI see now.â Jax chuckled while shaking his head. âYou downgraded to a fucking clone.âÂ
âI didnât downgrade.â You hissed while moving around Crosshair. âIf anything, I upgraded.âÂ
Jax scoffed âPlease, you and I both know you still love me. Heâs just a rebound fuck for you.âÂ
Crosshair grabbed your arm and moved you behind him quickly. âHey! You donât talk to her like that.âÂ
âIâll talk to her however I want to talk to her, clone boy. Sheâs my girl after all.â Reaching out, Jax placed his hand on Crosshair's shoulder to move him out of the way.Â
Before you could react, Crosshair was gripping Jaxâs wrist and twisting it away from him. âDonât touch me.â Crosshair glanced over his shoulder at you. âOr her.âÂ
âStop it you two.â You pushed the two of them apart. âJax, just go to your room. Itâs late. We can discuss this tomorrow.âÂ
He reached out to tap your chin but you quickly pulled away. â Iâd rather go to your room tonight.â He winked towards you but his focus was Crosshair. The clone glared at him. âWhen you get bored of your rebound toy, you know where to find me, Pet.â With a chuckle, he walked by the two of you and up towards one of the empty rooms.Â
Crosshair moved to follow Jax but you quickly reached out and stopped him. âJust leave it, Cross.âÂ
âYouâre going to let him talk to ya like that?â Crosshair couldnât believe youâd allow someone to talk to you in that way.Â
You sighed and walked towards your apartment. âItâs just how Jax is.âÂ
âAnd you still dated him?â He followed behind you.Â
âAt least he showed up for most of our dates.â You mumbled as your door slid open. You honestly didnât care if he heard you or not.Â
Crosshair froze in his tracks and watched as you stepped into your apartment. He didnât think youâd be upset about the date situation, but it seemed he was wrong. âDoll, Iâm sorry about tonight. ButâŚâ
âStow it, Crosshair. Iâm sure you have a perfectly good reason as to why youâre late.â Why were you so mad over this? Something was going on. Thatâs why Stitches had asked him and the others to dinner. You ran a hand through your hair and let out a long sigh before turning to face him. He was soaked completely and no doubt cold. âIâm sorry. I think Iâm just tired. Can we continue this tomorrow?â Crosshair nodded slowly and you returned the nod. âOkay, goodnight Crosshair.âÂ
He stepped forward to follow you but to his dismay, you shook your head. âDoll?âÂ
The confusion on his face broke your heart. âI just ⌠I think I need to be alone tonight. Thereâs a lot I need to think about.âÂ
âOh.â He took a step back and took in the sadness on your face. âRight.â Crosshair contemplated walking over to you and hugging you but stopped himself. âIf you need me, Iâm just a floor away.â You nodded once more at him before turning onto your apartment, the door shutting quickly behind you. âGoodnight, Doll.â He hesitated for a moment before heading up to his room.Â
-*-
You stood with your back against your door as tears burned your eyes. This was why youâd made the promise to yourself not to date guests anymore. Because of the way you felt after dealing with each one of them. Itâs why youâd been hesitant to even entertain the idea of Jax buying the inn. The last thing youâd wanted was to deal with him again and now youâd taken your frustration with him out on Crosshair.Â
Sliding your hand against the door panel, you engaged the lock. Worried that Jax would try to sneak into your room later to talk to you or try to convince you to sleep with him. Youâd made that mistake one time after youâd broken up and now every time he came this way heâd try to convince you to let him in once more. But youâd broken up for a reason and youâd be damned if you allowed him back into your apartment.Â
You walked past your kitchen where the dinner youâd made for you and Crosshair sat cold and instead made your way to your bedroom. Looking down at your bed the memory of the morning with Crosshair came back to you. It had been nice, really nice. Every morning had been nice with him lately. He helped you pick out your outfits and chatted with you about the day ahead. You were growing closer and you couldnât deny the feelings in your heart. You enjoyed those moments and heâd undeniably become a part of you.Â
But youâd thought that with Jax. For two long years, you enjoyed these moments with Jax. Youâd thought he was the one and youâd loved him.Â
Love.Â
You chuckled at the thought as you sat down on your bed. Love was something youâd always believed in. The novels you spent every night reading consisted of stories of love and happiness. Stories where the main characters spent the rest of their lives together in happy bliss. Just like your parents and your grandparents. Youâd been so desperate to believe in a lasting love with Jax that youâd forgiven him three separate times for cheating on you. The final straw had been the fourth time when heâd once again slept with a woman on another planet and gotten her pregnant.
That had been the end of it. It had ended six months before the tsunami hit the island. Thatâs when youâd made the promise to yourself to never date another guest.
But then Crosshair came into your life. A man who needed you to help him and a man who you didnât realize you needed to help you. Looking over your shoulder, you stared at Crosshair's unofficial spot on your bed. You wanted to go to him, to have him hold you and talk you through this. But Jax was no doubt waiting for you to do that. Waiting for you to go upstairs to Crosshair's room where he could pull you into his room instead. You crawled across the bed and into Crosshairs spot, not caring to change. As you lay against his pillow, the smell of his cologne drifted to your nose. A long sigh left your lips as you rolled onto your stomach and buried your face into the pillow.Â
You wondered how Crosshair was doing.Â
-*-
Crosshair laid on his floor staring up at the ceiling. He wanted to understand why youâd turned him away but he just couldnât. Youâd talked to him before about losing the inn and possibly selling it off so why didnât you want to tonight?Â
He thought about the things Jax had said to you. Heâd quickly conclude that Jax and yourself had been intimate at one point. Was he why youâd made that deal with yourself not to date a guest?Â
The sound of feet on the stairs drew his attention. He didnât bother moving to see who it was, Hunter's familiar grumbling carried through the door. It seemed he was finally back. A part of him wanted to step out of his room and ask how things had gone with Omega but moving just didnât appeal to him.Â
It would be the first night in two weeks that heâd slept without you. After his last mission, the two of you had drifted closer, and very quickly heâd found himself in your room every night. Something heâd hoped wouldnât end.Â
But here he was, back in his room without you.Â
The sound of a door opening next to his room made him frown. Hunter had just gone to bed and Echo was with Tech on Ord Mantell. That left Jax as the only other person upstairs with them. Crosshair stood up carefully and made his way over to the door. He carefully slid the door open and peeked out of it, catching sight of Jax making his way downstairs.Â
âWhat is he up to?â Crosshair whispered low.Â
Once Jax was down the steps, Crosshair quietly snuck out of his room and carefully followed the man down the steps. He glanced around the corner of the steps and found Jax standing at your apartment door.Â
âCome on, Pet. You know you want to let me in.â He stood at the door in just his pajama bottoms. His hand hovered over your door where he knocked once more.Â
Crosshair watched as Jax tried the door panel only to find it locked. He hissed in annoyance before trying a code. When that didnât work he growled deeply before calling you a âbitchâ. The word made Crosshair seethe. âI think itâs clear she doesnât want to talk to you.â Crosshair stepped out from the stairs and stared down Jax. Â
Jax let out a long sigh as he turned away from your door and stared at Crosshair. âLook, Clone boy. I donât know what you think is going on between the two of you but sheâs mine.â
âFunny. It sounded like she didnât care for you that way anymore.â Crosshair walked across the space and put himself between your door and Jax. âThink itâs best if you go back upstairs.âÂ
A scoff came from Jax as he stared Crosshair down. âI think itâs best if you mind your own damn business. Only reason why youâre even allowed to stay here is because that slut likes to ride the dick of her guests. I bet sheâs even ridden the dick of the other one I heard come up the sta-â Jaxâs words were cut off by the force of Crosshair's fist in his face. âShit!â Jax hissed as pain seared through his face. His lip stung and when he raised his hand to it, he found blood there.Â
âYou do not speak about her that way. Ever!â Crosshair found a boiling anger within him.Â
âIâll talk about her however I want.â Jax raised his fist to punch Crosshair back. âSheâs my girl.âÂ
Crosshair caught the punch easily and twisted it away, breaking Jaxâs wrist. âShe was your girl but now sheâs mine.â Came as a growl from him. âLeave and never contact her again.âÂ
Jax swore as pain seared through his wrist. âI ainât goin' anywhere. Not until that bitch sells to me.â He had plans for this piece of shit inn. Big plans with big investors. Cradling his wrist, he turned and headed up the stairs back to his room.Â
âWeâll see about that.â Came from Crosshair as the man disappeared back up the stairs. Turning around he placed his hand against your door for a moment before turning and walking over to the couch.Â
Heâd spend the next three hours watching over your door.Â
-*-
Youâd just fallen asleep when you were woken up by the sound of someone knocking on your apartment door. No doubt it was Jax. Youâd sat in your bed listening to him knock before it suddenly stopped. You were surprised by how quickly heâd given up. Something not like him. But you didnât care. At least heâd stopped.Â
The sound of someone walking above you drew your attention and you looked up. Was it Crosshair? Was he still awake? You hoped not. You hoped with every fiber of your being that this would be the one night he slept peacefully on his own. Heâd returned your handkerchief like youâd requested but now you regretted that. If he didnât sleep peacefully tonight would it be your fault?Â
You laid on your back staring at the ceiling once more, Crosshairs pillow held close to your chest. So many thoughts ran through your head. Should you sell the inn to Jax? Should you try to convince the banking guild to give you more time? If you sold to Jax then what would happen to Crosshair and the others? Where would they go?Â
Would Crosshair be okay?Â
It was the main thing running through your mind, would Crosshair be okay without you?Â
Would you be okay without him?
Life without Crosshair.Â
It was something you suddenly found hard to think about. Heâd slowly become an integral part of your daily routine. Was that why you felt so alone right now? So empty? So cold?Â
You let out a groan as you closed your eyes and held the pillow tightly. How could have allowed this man to become so close to your heart? You couldnât do this again. Putting yourself through the ups and massive downs of dating someone who came and went whenever they wanted? You just couldnât put yourself through that again.Â
âGet it together girl.â You released his pillow and tapped your cheeks a few times in hopes of pulling you out of your thoughts. You couldnât let them get to you. What you currently had going with Crosshair was nice, really nice. Why jeopardize that by putting a title on it? As long as the two of you didnât fuck or put a tittle on this then it wasnât dating, was it?Â
Sitting up, you walked over to your vanity and stared at yourself in the mirror for a few moments. You could do this. You could resist letting him get deeper into your heart.Â
You had this.Â
A sound above you let you know Crosshair was in his room.Â
You didnât need to worry about him.Â
Two more steps had you looking up at where his room would be.Â
He was just a friend and nothing more.Â
A thump came from his room and you felt your heart twist as worry settled over you. Was he okay? Was he going to bed? Would he sleep?Â
âUuugghhhhâ You walked back over to your bed and fell face first back into the pillow, a long quiet scream leaving your lips.Â
-*-
âOh, man. Loose pants and an oversized sweater. Someone didnât sleep last night.â Stitches walked over to the island you were leaning against and smirked at the way you leaned over your caf. âLate night with someoneâŚunique?â She wiggled her eyebrows at you.Â
You glared at her sleepily before reaching behind you and grabbing the double shot of espresso that had just poured from the machine. Without blinking, you stared Stitches down and slowly poured the liquid into your caf. âNot funny.â You sighed softly before taking a long sip of your now heavily caffeinated drink.Â
Stitches squinted at you as you slowly drank your caf. Wait a minute. She recognized this. âThe last time you were like this was when you last sawâŚJax.â Her eyes widened as she walked over to you. âHeâs here, isnât he? Are you getting back together with him? What about the girl he got pregnant? What about Crosshair?â Countless questions poured out of her mouth as she stared you down.Â
You took a moment to stare at your friend as she worked her way across the room and realized she was walking weird. âWhat happened to your ankle?âÂ
She sighed in annoyance. âDonât deflect the question. Is he here?âÂ
A long tired sigh left your lips as you ran your hand through your hair.â Yes. Heâs here.âÂ
Your friend squinted at you as she took a seat on one of the stools at the island across from you. âWhy is he here?âÂ
âBecause.â You took another long sip of your caf. âHe wants to buy the inn.âÂ
âWh-â Stirches couldnât even begin to fathom why heâd want to buy an in the middle of nowhere. Most of all your inn. The seamstress took a long breath before trying to speak. Not wanting to allow the freakout that was happening internally to come out. âWhy?âÂ
You shrugged as your stomach grumbled. Maybe you should eat something instead of relying solely on caf. âHe wouldnât tell me. All he said was that Iâd get to stay on as the innkeeper.â You slid your datapad across the island for her to look at. âHe offered a large sum of credits for it. By far more than itâs worth.âÂ
Stitches let out a long whistle as she looked at the sum. âMaybe in monetary value. But not in sentimental value.â She slid the datapad back to you. âHow long has this place been in your family?âÂ
âNearly a hundred years.â Your fingers spun around the top of your mug.Â
âExactly. You canât just sell it to someone like him.â She stood from the island and carefully walked around to your fridge. âYou eat yet?â When you shook your head she sighed and started pulling out eggs and nuna bacon.Â
âI may have no choice. The banking guild is after me like Loth wolves after a jackrabbit.â A long groan left your lips as you slowly slid down until your chest was pressed against the island, and your arms splayed in front of you. âI donât know what to do, Stitches. I feel like Iâm backed into a corner.âÂ
Stitches scooted behind you to the stove and easily clicked it on. Breaking a few eggs, she hummed in thought while pouring them into the pan. âItâs a tricky spot to be in.â She pushed the mixture around for a bit before adding salt and pepper. âHave you told the boys yet?âÂ
âCrosshair knows. He saw the datapads one night.â You turned your head and placed it on the cool stone of the island. Staring out the patio door, you watched as a few moon-yos ran by.Â
You hadnât told her much about what was going on between you and the sniper. But from what Wrecker told her, it looked like you two were growing closer. âWhat does he think?âÂ
âAll heâs said so far is heâd help figure something out. Thatâs it.â You chewed your lip before sitting back up. âCan I tell you something?âÂ
âOf course.â She pulled the eggs off the stove and slid them onto a plate for you. Pulling out the nuna bacon, she placed it into the pan and watched it sizzle.Â
âWe were supposed to have a date last night.â You heard the sound of the spatula falling against the pan. Yeah, youâd expected that reaction.Â
Stitches slowly turned and looked at your back. âWhat!âÂ
âWill you keep your voice down?â You quickly turned in your seat and waved at the woman to hush. Honestly, she could be so loud sometimes. âHe asked me to have dinner with him in my garden. But then he got back late and there was an incident with Jax and justâŚit didnât happen.â
âAn incident with Jax? What happened?â She returned to the bacon that was slowly crisping.Â
You sighed and stretched your arms above your head. âJax was being Jax. Crosshair didnât like it and they got into it.â You silently remembered how Crosshair had stepped in and nearly broke Jaxâs wrist, it was kind of hot. âAlmost broke his wrist.â With a small smile, you took another sip of your cooling caf.Â
âSounds like he was a real gentleman.â She clicked off the stove and slid the bacon into your plate. Grabbing a fork for you out of the drawer, she slid the plate in front of you. âEat.âÂ
Rolling your eyes, you took the fork and stabbed some of the eggs. âThanks, Mom.âÂ
Stitches took her seat across from you once more. âYouâre older than me.âÂ
âBy like three months.â You took a bite of the eggs and sighed. They tasted so damn good with how empty your stomach was.Â
âStill older than me.â She winked playfully before sighing. âSo, you gonna reschedule?âÂ
You took a moment to chew the food in your mouth before sighing. âItâs up to him.âÂ
âI hope he does. You two would make a cute couple.â She reached across the island and took a piece of your bacon. Before you could stop her she was taking a bite.Â
âYou know my stance on dating a guest.â You didnât bother to shoo her away from your bacon. As far as you were concerned since sheâd made the food, she could have some of it.Â
Stitches chewed the bacon casually. âAnd yet you want him.âÂ
Your mouth fell open at her. âI⌠WellâŚâ You felt like a fish as your mouth continued to open and close.Â
âKnew it.â Stitches smiled victoriously. âSo just give in. When was the last time you got off?âÂ
Once again you stared in shock at your friend. Yes, sheâd always been lewd but this was a new level. âWell⌠last night. When his face was between my legs.â The noise your best friend let out was deafening.Â
-*-
Crosshair hadnât slept that night. Not really. Heâd had brief moments where heâd fallen asleep for thirty minutes and then quickly woken up. He kept feeling like heâd heard Jax leave his room.
He was lying in his room staring at the ceiling when an ear-piercing scream ripped through the inn. The speed at which he was off his bed and over to the door was impressive. Running into the hallway, he was surprised to bump into Hunter who was also startled by the sound. Both men made their way down the stairs quickly to find you on the island with your hand across your friend's face.Â
âWill you stop th-â You looked up at the sound of people coming down the stairs to see Hunter and Crosshair staring at you. âHiâÂ
Crosshair smirked at the surprised look on your face. âDid we interrupt something?â He watched as you released your friend's mouth and kneeled on the island.Â
âJustâŚhaving a conversation.â You stared at the two shirtless men. It seemed that Hunter's tattoo continued from his face to his chest. How interesting.Â
The sniper walked over to the island and offered his hands to help you get off the island. âI can see that.â He watched you turn your legs and slide to the edge of the island. His hands slid around your waist and he carefully pulled you off the island. Setting you on the ground, he took in your outfit. Heâd never seen you in something so⌠casual. The shoulder of your sweater slipped and revealed your bra strap and shoulder. He had to admit, he liked this look on you.Â
âDid we wake you?â You unconsciously reached up and cupped his cheek for a moment before remembering that there were two other people in the room.Â
Crosshair resisted the urge to close his eyes and lean into your touch. Heâd missed you the night before. Your eyes stared into his as he thought over your question. How could he tell you that he hadnât slept? He didnât want to make you feel bad. âWoke up a little while ago.âÂ
Hunter cleared his throat at the blatant lie his brother had told you. Heâd heard him pacing multiple times, not to mention the fight between your other guest and his brother. âWas already awake.âÂ
âOh.â You stepped away from Crosshair and over to the caf machine. âDo you two want some caf?â You froze, remembering your other guest. âIâm surprised we didnât wake Jax.âÂ
The leader of the batch nodded to you for the caf before crossing his arms. âYour other guest?â When you nodded he shrugged. âHeard him leave a few hours ago.âÂ
You froze and looked over your shoulder at Hunter. âWhat?â That was⌠surprisingly not like Jax.Â
âYeah. Heard him sneak out the inn.â Seemed like the chicken shit thing to do. But after hearing Crosshair punch the man and break his wrist, it made sense.Â
âIâŚI need a minute.â You walked away from the kitchen and over to your apartment. The door slid shut with a hiss and you leaned your back against it and took a breath.Â
After a few moments, a knock rang against the door. You reached up and brushed the tears from your cheeks. âOneâŚone moment.â You took a few calming breaths before turning and opening the door. Crosshair stood in front of you with worry in his eyes. You glanced behind him and found Stitches and Hunter drinking their cafs and chatting. Reaching your hand out, you took his and pulled him into your apartment. The door slid shut behind you both.Â
âKitten? Whatâs wrong?â He reached up and brushed away a few tears.Â
You shook your head before stepping into him and burying your face into his chest. âI donât know. Hearing he left justâŚreleased something in me.â His hand reached up and stroked your back gently. You knew Jax wasnât done with the inn. Not in the slightest. But for now? It felt like a reprise.Â
Crosshair rested his head on top of yours and closed his eyes for a moment. âDid you sleep last night?â Earlier, heâd noticed the bags under your eyes.Â
âIâŚno.â You sighed softly, allowing your face to enjoy the comfort of his chest. His hand stopped rubbing your back as the clone let out a sigh. Then, before you could react, he was picking you up and wrapping your legs around his waist. âWhatâŚwhat are you doing?âÂ
âTaking you to bed.â He pushed gently on your back indicating for you to rest your head against his shoulder.Â
The moment you smelled him, you sighed and closed your eyes. It felt odd being the one taken care of. The tables had turned and you couldnât lie if you said you didnât like it. The scent of your perfume drifted to your nose as he stepped into your room. Each step closer to your bed made you feel sleepier and sleepier, even with the espresso in your system. With Jax being gone and Crosshair being here, you felt safe and warm.Â
Having you this close was everything for Crosshair. The words heâd said to Jax the night before resonated within him. Heâd claimed you as his girl and as he thought about it, you really were. No matter which way he thought about it, he couldnât live without you. Heâd barely slept without you and when he was gone on the missions he missed your closeness fiercely. Seeing another man try and claim you as his had made him angry. Crosshair laid you down on the bed carefully before grabbing the blanket and covering you up.Â
âThank you, Crosshair.â You whispered as you settled into your bed. He turned to walk away and unconsciously your hand reached out and gripped his. âStay?âÂ
He looked down at you and nodded. âLet me go tell the others you're taking a nap. Then Iâll be back.âÂ
âPromise?â You ask calmly.Â
Crosshair looked down at you and actually smiled. Leaning down, he kissed your cheek making you hum softly. âI promise, KittenâÂ
-*-
âHow's the ankle?â Hunter motioned to Stitches leg.Â
âStill sore. But nothing I canât handle.â She looked around the room before looking back at the group leader. âSo, whatâs going on between the two of them?â Stitches took a long sip of her caf.Â
Hunter sighed as he leaned back against the counter facing her. He wasnât sure how much to reveal to the seamstress. But the way she looked at him told him she knew a little bit. âCanât honestly say. The two of them have gotten closer over these last few months. Donât think I could put a title on their relationship except friends.âÂ
Stitches squinted at Hunter. âYeah, friends bury their face in the other friends cunt all the time.â Wrecker had told her more than enough about Hunter to know the clone had enhanced senses and could easily hear through the walls.Â
A cough came from Hunter as she bluntly spoke. âRight. That⌠has happened a few times.â More like a lot of times. But he wasnât sure how much to reveal about that.Â
She raised an eyebrow at him. âSo would you still say theyâre friends?â Â
âWellâŚâ the sound of your apartment book opening drew his attention. âShe okay?âÂ
Crosshair walked over to the island and picked up your datapad. âYeah. Just tired. Sheâs gonna try to catch a few winks.â He walked back around the island and headed to your apartment.Â
âWhere are you going?â Stitches had turned and watched the sniper stop at your door.Â
âJust gonna keep her company for a bit.â It would easily be more than a bit. Heâd stay next to you all day while you slept if thatâs what happened.Â
âRight. Well, tell her to call me when she gets up. Still have to let her know about Chai being back.â The seamstress watched as Crosshair nodded before disappearing back into your room. Once the door shut, Stitches turned and looked back at Hunter. âFriends. Right.â
All Hunter could do was shrug.Â
-*-
Crosshair sat with his back against the headboard as you slept with your head in his lap. His hand gently stroked your hair as he stared out your patio doors watching the flowers blow in the breeze. The two of you sat in silence for the longest time and he wondered if youâd fallen asleep. âDoll?âÂ
âHmm?â You sleepily hummed with your eyes closed. The espresso was starting to do its job and you could feel yourself slowly waking up. But you were so comfortable so you fought the urge to get up.Â
âJust checkin to see if you were sleepin.â His hand stopped moving and he looked down at you. You were so beautiful. âGotta say. I like this look on you.âÂ
You chuckled softly and squeezed his thigh where your hand was resting. âSleep deprived?âÂ
The sniper chuckled deeply. âCasual.âÂ
âDonât get used to this. I have very few articles of clothes like this.â You shifted a bit before settling once more.Â
âAnd here I thought you were dressin up for me.â His hand began to stroke your hair once more as a smirk played on his lips.Â
A sweet chuckle left you. âYouâd only be so lucky.â You sighed as he chuckled once more. âWill you tell me about last night? What happened at Stitches?âÂ
âYeah.â Crosshair settled against the headboard and began to tell you of the events of the night before. How they were informed that Tech was alive, the amnesia, and the ensuing race after Omega after the girl had overheard the news. Most importantly he told you about Chai being home.Â
âSheâs home?â You sat up quickly and looked at him before moving to get out of bed. His hand wrapped around your upper arm and stopped you quickly.Â
âYes, sheâs home. But you need to sleep first.â He watched as you deflated and laid back down.Â
He was right, you needed to look better than you currently did before seeing your close friend again. âFine.âÂ
Crosshair chuckled while stroking your arm as you took your place back in his lap. âGood girl.âÂ
Stars, you really liked it when he called you a good girl. âOne quick nap. Then Iâm going to see Chai.âÂ
âDeal.â You wiggled against his leg and after a few moments, you settled and wrapped your arm around his leg tightly. A long sigh left his lips at the feeling of your closeness.Â
-*-
Three hours later, you were peacefully asleep on him. Your soft breathing filled the silence of the room while he continued to stare out the patio door. This was nice and peaceful, something he didnât think was possible for him. A sound next to him drew his attention. Looking over at your datapad, he noticed a message from Jax.Â
Against his better judgment. He opened it and read the message quickly.Â
<em> âYour fucking play toy broke my nose and my wrist. I will only buy your little inn only if he and the other one your fucking are evicted. This is your only choice and you know it, Doll. You will sell to me one way or another.â </em>Â
Crosshair made a face before hovering his finger over a button in particular. He could do it. He could make it so that youâd never see this message. Wouldnât find out what heâd done. There was no doubt that youâd be disappointed in him for resorting to violence. He chewed his lip nervously. Thereâd be no going back if he did this.Â
You shifted against his leg once more before rolling over and facing away from him. Without giving it another thought. He tapped the screen and watched as the message vanished.Â
He placed your datapad back down before sliding down the bed and curling behind you. His arm wrapped around your waist and pulled you close. You hummed sweetly before scooting back against him and settling back into your peaceful sleep.Â
Crosshair buried his face in your hair and took a deep breath. You smelled amazing. He felt himself beginning to drift and with a gentle peck to your cheek, he settled into the bed and closed his eyes. The weight of what heâd done playing at the back of his mind.Â
-*-
âChai.â You released a breathy sigh as you stepped into the tea shop and spotted your friend sitting at one of the tables.Â
âDoll!â She stood quickly and ran over to you, hugging you tightly. âIâm sorry I didnât come see you sooner.âÂ
You hugged her back while sighing. âYouâve only been back two days and from what I hear, those two days have been a lot.âÂ
Chai nodded before motioning for you to sit down with her. âI tried to stop by earlier but Hunter said you were sleeping.â
âYeah. I didnât sleep well last night and ended up passing out earlier.â You wouldnât tell her about Crosshair lying with you. Things between you and the clone were hard to explain and you honestly werenât ready to put a name to what it truly was.Â
âWhy didnât you sleep?â It wasnât like you to not sleep.Â
You waved your hand dismissively. âJust got some things on the brain. Donât worry about it.â Vino placed a cup of tea and a tray of cookies down between the two of you and passed you a sweet smile. âOh, Thank you.âÂ
âOf course, Doll.â He winked at you before disappearing back into the shop.Â
âStars, could he be any more obvious with how much he likes you?â Chai chuckled half-heartedly at her brother before looking back at you. You were staring at her with worry in your eyes.Â
âChai? How are you doing?â You watched as her bottom lip began to tremble. âOh, sweetie.â You reached across the table and took her hand in yours.Â
âHe doesnât remember me, Doll. Not at all.â Her sobs drew the attention of the nearby tables.Â
Looking around at the tables now staring at you, you shook your head. This wasnât the place for this. âCome on.â You helped her stand up. Leading her out of the patio and making your way over to the docks.Â
Chai followed behind you absentmindedly as she cried softly. It wasnât fair. How could he be alive but not remember her? Not remember what theyâd been through together. âDoll, I miss him so much.âÂ
âI know, Chai. I know.â You led her down the long dock before stopping at the end. Carefully, the two of you sat down and allowed your feet to hang over the edge. âTell me what happened?âÂ
She nodded and solemnly told you everything that had happened from the moment she was attacked to the moment sheâd decided to leave Zeffos. âDoll, he looks so handsome. I know heâs always looked handsome but now heâs justâŚbreathtaking.â Chai sighed softly before leaning against your shoulder. âI donât know what to do.âÂ
It was a lot to hear. Sheâd been through so much in a single day. âI think you just need to give it some time.â You heard your friend sigh softly. âI know. Itâs hard to hear. What did Echo say?âÂ
âHe pointed out that we could make new memories together if he didnât remember me.â She knew Echo had a point. But it was still so hard to hear.Â
âWell.â You looked across the ocean at the horizon. âHeâs right.â Chai shifted next to you. Reaching over, you grabbed her hand and held it. âYou two were destined for each other. Think about it. How, in the whole of the galaxy, was he able to find you again?âÂ
Chai chewed her lip as she listened to you. You were right. How in the galaxy had he managed to make it to Zeffos? How did he manage to stumble across her in the alley? How had he managed to save her once again? âYou think we were destined for each other?âÂ
You nodded. âYeah, I think everyone has someone they're destined to be with. You and Tech, Stitches and Wrecker, me andâŚâ You froze as you realized youâd almost said Crosshair. Was that really what you thought?Â
âYou and who?â Chai pulled away and looked at you with a raised eyebrow.Â
âNo one. Just forgot for a moment that I was single.â You took a deep breath while looking back out across the ocean. You and Crosshair. It was a thought, wasnât it? âSo, tell me about your new shop. What have I missed?âÂ
-*-
The next two weeks went by at a relatively normal pace. Wrecker came down and visited with his brothers like he had done on a few other occasions. Omega swung by after school every once in a while and you and Crosshair⌠well things were as normal as ever between the two of you. You went back to sleeping nearly nightly next to one another and your nighttime activities also resumed.Â
No matter how good it felt to have your lips around him, Crosshair still couldnât shake his thoughts about deleting that message. Had it been the right move or had it been the wrong one? What would he say to you if you ever found out about it? What would you say to him? Would you hate him?Â
Many nights during those two weeks, he found himself staring at the ceiling as you laid next to him sleeping. Maybe he should tell you about it. Or tell you about the credits. Would this be a good time? Should he wake you up to tell you? Or maybe he could finally reschedule your date.Â
As he continued to fight with that inner demon, another one clawed inside him as well.Â
Tech.Â
His brother was alive and from what Echo had told them recently, he remembered them up until that first mission after Echo had joined them. It was a step in the right direction. But where he should have been happy for his vod, he felt sadness. While it was great that Tech was remembering things it meant that hopefully soon heâd remember everything. Including Crosshair's betrayal.Â
That took up a large space in his mind. If Tech was to come back and remember everything, what would he say to him? âSorry for trying to hunt you down and kill you and take Omegaâ? âSorry that the mission you went on to save me resulted in your apparent deathâ? How would Tech react to seeing him? Would he hate him?Â
What if Tech said something in front of you about what happened? How would you react to finding out about his past through someone else? Crosshair found that worry weighing on him more and more as news about Tech continued to roll in.
While Crosshair dealt with his worries, you dealt with yours. You and Crosshair. Destined to be together like your friends and his brothers. Was that really what this was growing into? How could you have let it turn into this? Youâd made that deal with yourself and yet here the two of you were, growing closer and closer to one another. Maybe it was time to stop fighting it and allow this to happen. Give into that little voice in your head screaming and begging for you to fully let him in.Â
-*-
âCrosshair?â You spoke softly one day while the two of you sat in the main area eating lunch.Â
âYeah, Doll?â He looked up from his meal at you. The sun was shining on you beautifully, encircling you in a halo of light.Â
You swallowed the piece of fish you were chewing on slowly. This is it. This is when youâd tell him how you were truly feeling. âI wanted to talk to you about something.âÂ
Crosshair slowly placed his fork down and nodded. âYes?â What would you want to talk to him about? His heart began to flutter as you looked at him with the sweetest eyes possible.Â
âWell,â You felt your heart begin to race. You were about to do this. Never in your life had you felt this nervous. âI was ju-âÂ
The front door to your inn opened with a woosh and you found yourself gasping at the sight of the people in your doorway. âTech?âÂ
âDoll. Crosshair. It is good to see you both once more.â The genius clone nodded to you both as he stepped in, Hunter, Wrecker, and Echo behind him.Â
You moved from your seat quickly and rushed over to hug him. âHas Chai seen you yet?âÂ
Tech nodded with a smile. âShe has.âÂ
âTech and Chai spent all night talking,â Wrecker smirked as he walked past you and over to Crosshair.Â
âOr so he says.â Echo winked at his brother before following Wrecker.Â
âWe did indeed spend the night conversing on everything that has happened.â Tech adjusted his glasses trying to ignore his brother's teasing. âIf you will allow me to, I would be grateful for a room at your inn.âÂ
Tears burned in your eyes as you nodded. âOf course. Thereâs always room at the inn.â You hugged him once more. So happy that your friend's missing piece was back.Â
Tech hugged you back before releasing and looking past you at Crosshair. âCrosshair.âÂ
He couldnât believe it, Tech was here in front of him and from what it seemed like, he remembered everything. The air around Crosshair felt thicker and his tongue heavier as Tech made his way across the room to him. Tech was never one for yelling, screaming, outright punching someone, or resorting to any type of violence without being provoked. But after everything heâd gone through at the hands of Crosshair, would he even be able to blame Tech if he did punch him?Â
Crosshair stood from his seat and watched carefully as Tech stopped in front of him. This was it. âTech.âÂ
âI am glad to see you have settled on Pabu.â He extended his hand to his brother and waited.Â
His hand shook, actually shook, as he reached out and took his vods hand. âItâs a nice place.â His eyes glanced over to you, tears still streaming down your face. âGot some good people on it.â You smiled at him, making his heart rate relax a little. âTech, aboutâŚâÂ
Tech raised his hand quickly. âIf you are insistent on discussing things then we can later.â One thing heâd learned during his time on Eriadu was that what happened in the past was just that. The past. Things couldnât be changed when it came to those moments. It was what was done now that mattered. âFor now, I would like to enjoy the reassembly of our group.âÂ
âOmega is still in school for another few hours,â Wrecker spoke to the group casually.Â
âSomething tells me sheâll b-line it here afterward.â Echo smiled at the thought of their sister joining them. Then their group truly would be back together.Â
âThen letâs have something truly special waiting for her then.â You walked over to the island and picked up your datapad, fingers moving quickly over the screen.Â
âWhat ya planin?â Hunter walked over to you and looked over your shoulder.Â
You looked at Hunter and smiled brightly. âWeâre having a party to celebrate.âÂ
Tech quickly moved over to you. âPlease, do not plan something on my account.â
âItâs not just for you, Tech.â You looked around the group. âItâs for all of you. Finally, all of you are home and safe.âÂ
-*-
âHey, no hiding.â You stood in the doorway to your private garden. Crosshair was standing out in it with a glass of wine in his hand.Â
He looked over his shoulder at you and sighed. Youâd changed into a dark brown and cream plaid skirt that went to the middle of your thighs and a cream sweater with a heart cut out in the chest showing off your breast while a pair of dark brown knee-high boots covered your legs. âHey, Kitten.â He had to admit this outfit was lovely on you. But he truly did enjoy your casual look.Â
You walked over to him and placed a hand on his back. Inside music and laughter could be heard. âYou should be inside with everyone else celebrating.âÂ
Crosshair hummed in thought while staring out at the night sky. âNot feelin' in the party mood.âÂ
âHey,â you reached up and ran your hand from his scar down to his cheek. A nice beard was slowly starting to form and you had to admit, you liked it. âWhatâs going on?âÂ
He wanted to tell you everything. To finally open his heart and explain his past with his brothers. What had happened and the man he truly was. He compromised by giving you the bare minimum. âTech and I⌠we have a complicated past.âÂ
You nodded as you took a long breath. âI figured.âÂ
âHow?â He reached up and brushed your hair behind your ear.Â
âEarlier, you seemed off when Tech was talking to you. Your hand was shaking when you shook his hand.â You leaned your head against his hand. âTalk to me?â You wouldnât push him. But you wanted to be a safe place for him to speak and let out his thoughts. You looked up into his eyes and tried to relay how much you cared for him.Â
âRemember how I told you we are twins?â He moved over to the waist-high stone wall surrounding your garden. Leaning against it, he continued. âWe fought, a lot. Sure brothers fight but it was a different type of fighting for us.âÂ
You walked over to him and leaned against the wall. âHow so?âÂ
âWe understood each other's side during those fights. In the end, no matter what the outcome was, we just got each other. We never had to fight for the other one to understand.â He swirled the wine in his glass before taking a sip of it.Â
âBut?âÂ
This was it. He was going to finally reveal himself to you. Crosshair turned from you and looked back at the night sky. âThings changed when the Empire took over.âÂ
You watched his face closely. âHow?âÂ
âClones areâŚmade different.â His hands were shaking again. His heart was racing. There was no going back now. âWeâre designed to age faster than normal humans. All of us were bred to be fiercely loyal to our generals and the Republic. They did this, as we found out after the fall of the Republic, by placing inhibitor chips inside our minds.âÂ
âInhibitor chips?â Noticing his hand shaking, you reached over and held it gently. âYou donât have to do this.âÂ
Crosshair shook his head. âI do.â He was thankful for you holding his hand. âTheyâre specially designed microchips designed to inhibit our individuality. To make us obedient and not question decisions. Most importantly, to blindly obey specific orders.âÂ
Why did you suddenly get an uneasy feeling? âLike what?âÂ
The sniper placed the wine down on the wall and turned to face you. A seriousness was in his eyes. âOrder 66âÂ
âWhatâs⌠Whatâs Order 66?â From just the way he said it you could tell it was bad. You continued to hold his hand, pulling him down towards the ground.Â
He sat away from you, afraid of how you would react when he explained the next part. To his surprise, you closed the space between the two of you and rested your head on his shoulder. Your hand snaked back into his and you nodded for him to continue. âOrder 66 is the directive that changed everything.â He felt you look up at him and he took a deep breath. âDoll, Iâm not a good man. Iâve done things, horrible things and they started with Order 66.âÂ
âRemember what I said, Crosshair. Iâll be the one to decide if thatâs true or not.â You motioned for him to continue.Â
How could Crosshair ever put into words how strong you were currently making him? âOrder 66 was a protocol designed to eliminate the Jedi if they ever turned on the Republic.âÂ
You tilted your head to the side remembering the news articles that went out. âThatâs what happened, wasnât it? They said that the Jedi were traitors.â Though youâd always found that hard to believe. Youâd heard so many amazing things about the Jedi. How could they have been traitors?
âThatâs what they wanted everyone to believe. We believed it too and when it was activated I watched good men turn on their Jedi Generals. People who were like family to the clones.â He thought about some of the stories heâd heard. He looked up to the sky remembering General Billapa and her young padawan. âEven lovers.â Especially Bly and Aayla.âEveryone connected to the Jedi order was hunted down. Men, women, and even children. I was part of those men.âÂ
âWhat about the others?â Slowly, so painfully slowly, you were starting to make the connection with what he was saying. But you werenât ready to face what it was. So instead you tried not to focus on it.Â
Crosshair sighed while squeezing your hand gently. âThat was the kicker, because of our⌠uniqueness. Their chips didnât activate. At least not yet.â
You swallowed. âBut yours did.âÂ
âYeah. It did.âÂ
Tears burned in your eyes as the truth set in. âDidâŚdid you kill any of the Jedi children?âÂ
The sniper couldnât look at you. âHe ran. We pursued. Hunter did it to try and help the kid. I did it to put him down.â He felt wetness on his arm. Looking at you, he realized you were crying. âHe got away though. Hunter told me heâd fallen, but I always suspected heâd survived. A few months ago, Hunter confirmed it.âÂ
âWhat about the Jedi? Did you kill any of them?â You felt his hand tighten and you worried that meant yes.Â
He felt you tense as you waited for his answer. âNo. I didnât.â But it wasnât for a lack of trying.Â
You removed your hand from his and stood up suddenly. âI⌠I need a minute.â Tears were streaming down your face.Â
This was it. Youâd tell him to leave and never come back. He stood with you and nodded. âOkay. Iâll leave.â He moved around you and began his walk towards your room.Â
âNo!â You reached out and grabbed his hand. âStay butâŚgive me a minute or two.â When he slowly nodded, you turned and went inside. You quickly made your way to the bathroom and shut the door. With a gasp, you slid down to the floor and cried.Â
Crosshair waitedâŚ
And waitedâŚ
And waitedâŚ
It took a painfully long ten minutes for you to finally come out of the bathroom. Your eyes were red and puffy as you walked back over to him.Â
Youâd cried for so many people. For the Jedi that were violently killed. The children who were struck down so early in their lives. The clones who had to turn on their friends, family, or even loved ones. Most importantly, you cried for Crosshair.Â
Heâd forcibly been made to hunt down a child. It was out of his control. It wasnât fair in the slightest way.Â
You walked back to the garden and stopped in front of him. âWhat happened next?âÂ
Crosshair hated how you looked currently with puffy red eyes and a trembling lip. Heâd done this. Heâd made you feel this way. âKitten, we donâtâŚâ
âI want to hear it, Crosshair.â As much as it pained you, you wanted to hear more. âWhat happened next? Why do you two have a complicated past?âÂ
A sigh came from the clone as he stared at you. âMy brothers and I had different opinions on what happened with the padawan. While they were confused and concerned with the order. I was not. Iâd always been loyal to the republic, to the cause. But when my chip activated it changed something within me. It made me fiercely loyal to the Empire.â He motioned back to the wall, leading you towards it. âWe met the kid when we returned to Kamino after Order 66. Never had seen her before. Hunter and the others took a liking to her. She was the only one who didnât treat us like outcasts, but like normal clones. After all, sheâs an enhanced clone like us.â
You leaned against the wall. âBut you didnât?â It didnât surprise you that she was enhanced like them. She was a very unique and special child.
âItâsâŚdifficult. Deep down I appreciated the kid. Not many treated us like normal clones. But at the same time, I was almost jealous of the kid.â Heâd never openly admitted it, it feltâŚgood to say. You raised an eyebrow at him and he continued. âThey decided to leave after a particularly difficult mission for the Empire. After we returned to Kamino they took the kid and ran. Leaving me behind to become a dog of the Empire.âÂ
âBut you didnât really have a choice about that, Crosshair.â You tentatively reached over and took his hand in yours. This wasâŚhard to hear. All of it. âThen what happened?â
Crosshair took your hand and held it carefully. âI hunted them down. From one planet to another. It was like watching myself through a window. I was on one side and my body was on the other. It followed orders blindly and did what needed to be done. All I could do was watch it happen.âÂ
You reached up with your free hand and stroked his scar. âIs that when you got this?âÂ
âHowâd ya guess?â He placed his hand against yours. He could barely feel your touch against it. The feeling was slightly gone.Â
âEcho showed me a holo of you guys before the end of the war. You didnât have it then.â You enjoyed the feeling of his hand against yours. You could do this, you could listen to him. Be his support and safe space.Â
âYeah, it is. Remember when I said their chips hadnât activated it yet?â You nodded carefully. âSomehow, Wreckers did.â A gasp left your lips. âLuckily they were with Rex when it happened and luckily Rex knew how to remove it. They went to an old medical ship and they all removed their chips to be on the safe side. I found them while that was going on. Long story short, I took an ion cannon to the face and got burned. My chip was destroyed and I had it fully removed. But by that time it was too late for me. Iâd become fully engrossed in the ways of the Empire.â He felt your fingers curl against his skin as a small sob escaped from your lips. âKittenâ His arms wrapped around you tightly. He rubbed your back slowly while shushing you.Â
âIâm sorry.â Heâd been through so much. Gone through so many hardships so quickly. But you knew there was more, so much more. Crosshair hadnât become the man he was today from just those moments alone. He hadnât even mentioned Mayday and you took that as a sign that he still had more to share. âKeepâŚKeep going.â You wanted to know it all.Â
Crosshair let out a long sigh but before he could speak, someone called your names.Â
âDoll! Crosshair! There you two are!â Stitches limped over to your backdoor and smiled at you two. Were you two having a quiet romantic moment?Â
âStitches.â You sniffled and stepped away from Crosshair, your hand going up and wiping at your face. âWhatâs up?âÂ
Stitches squinted at you for a moment, taking in the way youâd clearly been crying. She tilted her head to the side in a quiet question âAre you okay?â. When you nodded she took a breath. âI want a group holo to remember tonight. Come on.â She waved the two of you towards the inn.Â
âComing.â Came in a whisper as you walked towards the inn, Crosshair following quietly behind you.
-*-
The two of you stood with the group facing the camera that had been set up. Chai and Tech stood in the center looking at one another while you and Crosshair and Wrecker and Stitches were on each side of them. Omega stood in front of Chai and Tech with Hunter and Echo kneeling on each side of her. The perfect family photo.Â
You knew your eyes would be red and puffy for the holo. There was nothing you could do about it. Looking at Crosshair you found his sadness more prominent than ever. Chai began the countdown for when the holo would be taken, you leaned your head against Crosshair's arm and snaked your hand down into his.Â
Crosshair wasnât sure how he felt about what had happened out in the garden. By finally revealing some of what heâd gone through, he felt lighter. But at the same time, heâd upset you. Instead of celebrating the family reunion, youâd spent the time upset. How could he have done this to you?Â
A slight tug on his shirt made him look down at you. He found your puffy eyes staring into his.Â
You gave him a soft smile and as Chai neared zero you whispered to him. âThank you for opening up to me, Sniper.âÂ
-*-
Crosshair laid in bed staring at the holo that had been sent to all of them. His family was back together. He should be happy and in a way he was. Everyone was home and safe. The ones who were in love were together once more and he⌠had you.Â
He turned his head to the side and watched as you mumbled something in your sleep before nuzzling into his side. Crosshair leaned over and kissed the top of your head. Tonight had been difficult. Heâd opened up to you and revealed some of his demons. But heâd also hurt you. Heâd made you cry.Â
But despite it all, youâd asked him to stay with you. To share your bed and your warmth even after everything heâd told you. There was more, so much more he still needed to tell you and while down the road you would likely change your mind about having him near, heâd accept and savor having you close by.Â
Crosshair set the datapad down and rolled onto his side. He wrapped an arm around you and pulled you close while burying his face into your hair. While he may not have deserved this, heâd take it. Savor the happy moments with you and enjoy his time with his vod now that everyone was safe. It would take him time to open up to you more, but as long as you were willing to wait and listen then heâd share it all with you.Â
You, the woman whoâd allowed him to stay at her inn. Who reached out to help him when he was at his lowest point. You, the most beautiful woman heâd ever seen who for some reason cared about him. Heâd do whatever he could to show you how much he appreciated and cared about you.Â
You, his Doll.
His Kitten.
His cyarâika.
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Three hours later Crosshairâs datapad rang loudly. He turned and quickly reached across his bed in hopes of not waking you. He checked the screen and found it to be a call from Rex. Carefully, Crosshair pulled himself from the bed and crossed the room to your backdoor. Looking over his shoulder at you, he answered the call. âRex? To what do I owe the late-night pleasure?âÂ
âSorry to wake ya, Crosshair. But weâve got a situation where we need your expertise.â Rex looked down at the plans in front of him. He nodded to Howzer and Cody before watching the clones walk away.Â
âAnd why do you need me? Iâm sure you have many capable clones to help you.â The only mission he wanted to help with was transporting the refugees. Heâd rather avoid any more run-ins with the Empire.Â
âBecause we need a Sniper.â Rex waited for Crosshair to make some retort back.
Clearly, this was about a singular target. Theyâd only be asking for a sniper if it wasnât. âWhoâs the target?â He watched as you shifted in the bed and slid your hand out looking for his warmth. The sooner this call ended the sooner he could get back to you.Â
Rex took a long breath before speaking.Â
âSaw GerreraâÂ
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I don't want anybody to panic but...the next chapter of Fever might be posted as early as tomorrow
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Btw just want to be clear that Time and Time Again is set to, and will if I don't pause, conclude in May 2025!
Webtoon didn't want to renew or give me any extra episodes so I'm trying to work with what I have. I'm sorry it's ending sooner than I'd like, it's been difficult to come to terms with and challenging to condense my plans.
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I'm doing my best, and I hope you like what I have coming up.
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DOES HE KNOW ?
18+ / mdi
summary: after being friends with lee chan for a good portion of your life, the boy you considered nothing but your best friend suddenly starts acting different, making you slowly fall for him. problem is, you have a boyfriend.
content: friends2lovers!chan, reader has a bf, almost cheating but not actually, afab reader, smut, oral (f receiving), wet dream (this is actually a huge point in the plot lol), masturbation (f receiving), dry humping, more oral (f receiving), penetrative sex, etc.
wc: 9.8k
a/n: rewrote this so many times but finally finished it!! i love writing channie so i hope u guys enjoy<3
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Something was clearly wrong with you.
Was Lee Chan hot?
Nothing made sense anymore, and it had been the case for a while.
You could date it back to a little over a month ago, at one of Soonyoung's usual gatherings. This had been where it all began, or more so, where it all ended.
For some reason unknown to man, that was the day in which Chan began courting you (his words, not yours).
After years of a solid friendship between the two of you, a not-so tipsy Chan cornered you at aforementioned party and began dancing with you. This was a common occurrence between the two of you. Despite having been taken for the past few months, you were still quite liberal about your touchy relationship with your best friend. However, what happened next what was truly out of the ordinary.
"Hey," he had whispered against your ear.
"Yeah?", you giggled, entertained by the boy.
"Wanna know a secret?"
"Sure."
"I've never wanted anyone as much as I want you," and with that, the dam had broken.
You froze against his arms, eyes widening. Though he could not see, as you were holding each other far too close to make eye contact.
Maybe he was drunk?
He interrupted you before you could respond. Chan pulled away from you to look into your eyes with a fully sober look in his face.
"I'm not drunk, and I know you have a boyfriend. And I know you only see me as a friend. But give me a few weeks, and I'll change both those things," was the last thing he said before giving you a peck on the cheek (yet another common thing in your relationship) and walking away with a confident sway in his step.
Ever since then, you had been bombarded by romantic gestures from your former best friend â former because you truly had no idea how you felt about him by this point.
Chan bought you flowers, â even when it was raining â had your favorite beverage at hand any time you so happened to see him, tied your shoelaces should they ever come undone, plucked loose eyelashes from your cheeks, tucked your hair behind your ear, placed his hand at the small of your back before crossing a street, walked you to and from home, looked at you with an indescribable sweetness in his eye, he ... He did everything any girl would need to be completely swooned (and then some).
You were beyond confused as to when this change had come about. As far as you knew, you were nothing more than best friends. When had Chan even begun liking you? What had changed?
"Oh. He's always had a thing for you," was what your mutual friend Soonyoung said when you first brought it up.
"What do you mean? We've been friends for years, he's never-"
"Yeah, duh. You never showed interest, what was he supposed to do? But yeah, he's crazy about you," added Seungkwan, sipping his drink nonchalantly.
You had decided to meet up with some of your mutual friends while Chan was at work. You needed at least five minutes with your other friends without Chan getting in the way with his flirting.
"It's kinda sick, actually," interjected Soonyoung once more.
You remained quiet for a while, thinking back to every interaction you'd ever had with Chan that may have revealed his feelings for you. Unfortunately, you kept drawing blanks all the while Soonyoung stole fries from your plate, disregarding your confusion at the situation.
"But why now?", you finally asked, slapping his meddling hand away from your food.
He shrugged, "Maybe he got fed up of watching you with that guy."
"He has a name, Soonyou-"
"None of us really care enough to learn it."
That much was true. None of your friends were fans of your current boyfriend. Or of any of them, to be quite frank. You had certain lack of skill at picking them, though this time around you felt confident about your current relationship. He was nice and respectful. Maybe a little bit of a square, but you liked to think you brought out the fun in him. This was also the longest relationship you'd ever had, giving you the grand total of three months in a exclusive relationship and a month and a half of a very prolonged talking stage that took place before he ever asked you out officially.
"Is this because I've been taken for longer than usual?", you tried to assert.
"Oh! That might be it, huh?", Soonyoung agreed.
"Well, I guess he didn't want you to break your streak of failed relationships," chuckled Kwan.
With a slap to his chest, you dropped the subject, deciding to ignore the slight acceleration of your heart any time you thought about Chan's crush for too long.
At first you found it to be a bit of a joke, but his affections quickly began to wear you down. It also didn't help how blatant he was about it, constantly flirting up a storm around your friends, not caring for their amused smiles at your flustered half-rejections of his advances. The only times in which he held back were the rare occasions in which your boyfriend would join your friend group in their outings. He could be reserved at times, not really clicking with your loud friends, so his presence was not a common thing.
Being honest, you felt kind of bad at the genuine excitement Chan's crush gave you. Though you weren't sure of your feelings for him at this point, his interest flustered you tremendously. You'd always known him as a pretty and charming guy, despite never really acknowledging such things. You understood why he got so much attention from girls, though you never thought too much of it. He was your best friend, you never had any motive to consider anything further than platonic feelings for him. But now that you were questioning your feelings, you felt as if you were kind of betraying your boyfriend.
Not to misunderstand, you had no desire of pursuing anything with anyone while you were in a committed relationship. You were just not that kind of person. But the mere thought of blushing at the words of a guy who wasn't yours (all while actually having a guy of your own) made you feel ashamed. Specially considering that you already had a very grand preexisting fondness for the guy in question.
God damn you, Lee Chan.
"So, when are you gonna drop this game and finally let me take you to bed?", he whispered cockily against your ear.
He was always so goddamn confident about it; a trait you always liked about him but were beginning to detest.
As per usual, you simply jokingly groaned at him and pushed him away in a manner far too light to be considered serious.
"Fuck off, Lee Chan."
With a giggle, he stepped away, usual pep in his step as present as ever.
"I'll get you another drink, 'kay, pretty?", you lost him in the crowd after that.
You'd gone drinking with your friends yet again, though this time at a distant friend's house party. Your boyfriend was absent once more due to his personal disdain for such outings. He was simply not much of a social drinker, which was fine! It just bothered you at times how often he chose staying in rather than going out with you.
Despite your rejections of Chan, you felt embarrassed to admit that you loved the thrill of his interest in you. Never had you ever had someone so shamelessly after your affections despite your lighthearted refusals. It made you feel wanted and powerful. It felt specially good when it came from a guy as handsome and charismatic as Chan; a guy who could have basically any girl all thanks to his unbelievable charisma.
Yet he wanted you. He was after you.
The guy you knew most was currently infatuated with you.
Yeah, you did need that second drink.
"Where's your guy?"
Your thoughts were interrupted by a familiar voice coming from behind you.
You turned around to find Vernon leaning back against the wall, a smirk on his face at having watched your encounter with Chan.
"Shut up," you walked over to recline on the wall next to him, deciding to people-watch alongside him.
"It was a genuine question," he claimed, handing you a sip of the beer he'd been nursing.
"He's working again," you sipped, handing it back to take turns as you waited for Chan to bring you your drink of choice.
"And Channie?"
"What about him?"
"Does your boyfriend know?", he asks, more curious than actually interested.
Men, nosy as usual.
You groan, "Don't ask me that, Non."
"C'mon! Has he not noticed the way Chan's been after you these past few weeks?", he seemed far too entertained by the subject.
"Of course not! Chan's kept his distance around him, but ..."
"But?"
You turned your head to him, back still leaning against the wall, "I don't know!"
"Well, do you like him? Channie, I mean."
"It's- I like the attention."
"And him?", he pressed.
"He's starting to wear me down," you admitted.
Vernon chuckled into his red solo cup, "It's cute."
"What is?"
"The back and forth, the 'will they, won't they.' But if you ask me, I think they will."
"I have a boyfriend, Non," you grumbled, not entirely convincing in your tone.
"Yeah, but are you guys even friends? Wouldn't it be better to date someone who you actually like?"
"Stop doing PR for Chan. It's not like he needs it," you grumbled, already uses to this back and forth with many of your other friends â all of whom were rooting for Chan.
"Fine. But get out of here. Your guy's probably looking for you."
"My guy's not here."
"I meant Channie, now go!"
You grumbled again before walking in the direction in which Chan had left, knowing he'd likely still be in the kitchen attempting to fetch you a drink.
It didn't take you long to find him, nor did it take you long to spot the girl standing next to him, seemingly flirting up a storm. Chan didn't seem too deterred by this either. More than anything, he appeared to he reciprocating.
Maybe this was why you and Chan started off as friends and remained so for the years you'd known each other. He always had a girl clinging onto him one way or another. Though he didn't date much, he sure enjoyed swooning girls whenever he could.
You'd always been very strict about being exclusive with whoever you dated, never wanting to compete for someone's attention or engage in prolonged talking stages. This was something you differed in with Chan. He was quite the opposite, engaging in situationships that never really led anywhere. As his friend, you never really cared much for this. If it worked for him, then that was that. However, now that he was supposedly attempting to pursue you, â despite you being in a relationship â you couldn't help but scoff at the sight of Chan still entertaining any girl that'd show interest in him.
You almost turned around and left, but were promptly stopped by the man himself, who spotted you before you could take one step and disregarded the girl immediately. The girl scoffed in your place, clearly put off by Chan's attention being taken away so easily.
"Babe!", he called out, one drink in each hand, as he approached you, "Sorry I took so long, the line was crazy."
Immaturely enough, you rolled your eyes and grabbed the drink from his hand, ignoring his statement as you sipped it. You really had no right to be jealous of Chan talking to other girls. You were taken, and you weren't even interested in Chan. Were you? Still, you disregarded those thoughts and allowed the bitterness to cloud your mind and began walking away from the boy.
"Huh?", a question mark physically manifested itself above Chan's head as you began walking away from him, "Baby? Wait, where are you going?", his arm managed to reach you before you got far enough and softly turned you around to face him.
The two of you were still standing far too close to the people crowding the kitchen, however, so Chan assessed that it'd be better to move to a quieter spot in order to properly check in on you. With a decisive nod to himself, he grabbed onto your hand and walked you over to an empty hallway before turning to you again.
"What's wrong? Did something happen while I was gone? Did someone-"
The concern in his eyes seemed very genuine, making you feel bad for being such a brat at the mere sight of Chan interacting with another woman. You had never had an issue with your best friend being around other women. Hell, you never even cared whenever he would occasionally ditch you for other girls. The two of you were simply best friends. You had always rooted for him in his romantic life, even encouraging him with it.
But things had drastically changed as soon as he began showing interest in you.
It was like his sudden interest had unlocked a part of you you hadn't known was there. It had given you this brand new possessiveness you had never held over Chan before; a possessiveness you didn't even feel for your current boyfriend.
And it made you feel embarrassed. Tremendously so. It also made you feel like a hypocrite. Here you had a guy who was clearly extremely into you, yet he had made no comment nor expressed any disdain over the fact that you already had a guy. Chan had never expressed any type of jealousy over any of your past relationships. Despite having liked you for the entire duration of your friendship (information you were unsure Chan was aware you knew), Chan always respected your relationships and even tried to befriend any guy you brought along. Yet you couldn't hold back your bitterness at him showing interest in someone else; interest you now felt should be reserved only for you.
The hypocritical nature of your feelings made you look down in embarrassment as you interrupted Chan's inquiries, clarifying that nothing was wrong.
"No, Chan. I'm fine, I swear. Just a little tired. I, uh, thanks for the drink."
"Hey, are you sure?", he lifted your face with a finger to your chin, making you hold eye contact with him.
It was quite insane how this was not even meant as a flirtatious move, but rather a demonstration of his platonic worry for you. Yet your heart sped up anyways.
"I'm fine, Chan! It's just the crowds. You know how I get. Nonnie told me to go look for you and there were so many people in the kitchen, and then I couldn't come up to you because of that girl and-"
Your rambles were interrupted by an exclamation mark practically manifesting itself above Chan's head, with the sudden realization of your jealousy hitting him.
"Oh?", he tilted his head and leaned in a bit closer as a grin began making its way onto his face, "'That girl'?", he repeated.
"Chan-"
He got closer to you, now cornering you against the hallway wall, still giving you space but blocking your view of anything other than him.
"I'm sorry, baby. Did that bother you? Hmm? Me talking to some other girl?"
"It's not like that! I just-"
"It's okay. You can admit it. I won't judge you," except his smirk was nothing but condescending.
"Chan! I-"
"But that's kinda funny, though. Isn't it?", he chuckled to himself.
"W-what is?," you stammered at his sudden shift in mood.
Though he was still far too close for a friend to be, and he was still leaning into your touch, his tone had shifted to one a bit more cynical in nature.
"You're jealous? Baby, you have a boyfriend."
"I do, and-"
"So what's there to be jealous about? You've got your guy. Yet you're looking my way? When you've been rejecting me all this time?", he leaned even closer, almost breathing right against your nose, eyes hooded as they bore into your own, alternating between your eyes and lips in a somewhat teasing manner.
"I-I'm not jealous. Just ... Why flirt with me if you're after other girls too?", you made the mistake of asking.
"Oh, baby. I'm not looking at anyone else. Not my fault you're so possessive you can't even stand other girls looking at me," you knew he was simply teasing you, knowing full well that you were not the possessive type. But his words carried a slight weight of truth behind them.
You had no reason to feel any type of possessiveness over Chan. Yet you still felt uneasy at the thought of Chan's eyes on anyone who wasn't you. Now that you had a taste of his attention you wanted it all to yourself.
"I just have one question," he whispered, far too close to you.
You nodded at him to continue, wide eyes on his own.
"Does he know?"
"Know what?"
"That you like me back," his eyes went down to your lips again.
"Chan. Stop. I-I'm not gonna cheat on my boyfriend," you huffed, avoiding his eyes â which was quite hard at his close proximity.
The two of you stayed like that for a few moments, with your eyes occasionally dropping to his lips. But it was fine, since his own were also on yours â though his expression was more triumphant than anything, while yours revealed your nerves. Had you been in a less restricting position, your thighs would've instinctively pressed together at the thoughts that were suddenly running through your mind at his proximity, but thankfully the situation didn't drag long enough for your lust to reveal itself.
He finally pulled away, smirk still on his face, "I'd never ask you to do that, baby. 's just nice to know my plan's working," he chuckled.
"What plan?"
"I'm wearing you down. You want me."
Unfortunately, you had no rebuttal, knowing that Chan had won this round. Even if you denied his statement (which you had half the mind to do), he had caught you red handed. You had whined about not having his full attention just like a petulant child would. Nothing you said would save you from that.
You managed to move on from that quite quickly, finding Soonyoung and Kwannie just a few moments later and using them as an excuse to move on from the way in which Chan had cornered you. You spent the rest of the party pondering Chan's words. Did you actually want him? Or was it just that you wanted him to want you?
Now you were stuck with embarrassing moisture between your thighs and countless doubts hanging over your head.
"C-Channie! Oh, Channie, fuck!"
Your cries of pleasure were unparalleled as the pretty boy you liked to call your best friend slurped at your cunt like a starved man.
You weren't sure how long he had been at it, nor were you sure how you'd ended up in this situation, but you had no complaints. His tongue between your thighs was pure heaven, especially with the pathetic whines the boy kept letting out at your taste.
"'sso good, princess. Cunt's so tasty ... Been wanting it since I met you ... Been waiting for you for years," he mumbled against your cunt, getting back to licking and sucking immediately.
While your heart was unsure what to make of such a heavy statement, your body responded with desperation. To have a man yearn for you like that for years was doing wonders for your cunt. It made you gush like crazy, beginning to grind against Chan's face in such a depraved way.
"Just like that, fuck. Fuck my face just like that," he groaned, the vibrations of his voice causing you to grind even harder against him.
"C-Channie! It's so good ... So fucking good, oh!"
He seemed to get off on your praise, you realized, as you felt ruckus on the bed beneath you caused by Chan canting his hips against your mattress and moaning incessantly into your cunt. The knowledge of your taste alone making Chan lose himself in such a way was enough to drive you towards your high, getting closer and closer by the second.
"Gonna make me cum, princess. Got such a pretty fucking pussy," he managed to breathe out despite exerting all his efforts into fucking the mattress.
Surprising to no one, Chan claimed your orgasm on his tongue just moments later, somehow managing to talk you through it and make the experience even more swoon-worthy than it already was. Chan had managed to make you feel a way no one had ever before, making you ache for him with just his words.
It had all ended far sooner than you would've liked, but it was fine. You knew that with a few kisses to his ear Chan would give you whatever you wanted without question.
Yet before you could even get to enjoy the entirety of your high, it was abruptly taken from you the moment your alarm began ringing, awakening you from what you hadn't realized was just slumber.
Waking up from a wet dream was already embarrassing enough on its own, but waking up from a wet dream about your best friend whom you swore you weren't into like that was a new level of low.
As much as you tried to brush it off as some sort of fluke or meaningless dream, you knew better. You had never thought of Chan in such a way, much less imagined him in that context, so it was safe to say that Chan had been right. His plan was working.
~
The following hours were spent on alert (and still incredibly horny). You thought about calling up your boyfriend to help you out, but the thought in itself felt dirty. How could you ask your boyfriend to take care of a problem caused by your best friend? There was that, and the fact that your brain would probably not be satisfied by your boyfriend right now.
You needed to get Chan out of your system.
You knew that if you called up Chan and explained your problem to him he'd come running immediately, no questions asked as he helped you relive your dream. Such a thought had your head spinning and your knees feeling weak. Except you had a moral compass that was preventing you from doing so. So, you spent the next few hours extremely sensitive and attempting to take care of yourself in any way you could think of.
Unfortunately nothing compared to your dream. Nothing felt as warm and loving as Chan had felt. There was not a single thing that could bring back that feeling of want Chan had towards you; a feeling you were so desperate for. This led you to spend the rest of the day sexually frustrated, unable to reach your high as you felt something was thoroughly missing.
Even when your boyfriend stopped by to see you after work, things had gone awry. You'd received him at the door in a desperate manner, dragging him in with you and inciting him into fucking you. You didn't care if you had Chan in mind anymore, you just needed some satisfying release. Sadly, your boyfriend did not match your energy, opting to slow you down and have his way with you in his own way. This led to yet another unsatisfying release to add to today's tally. You were unsure if you could even call it a release, as it felt entirely underwhelming and had been mostly accomplished by your own hand.
Going to sleep, still sexually frustrated, you cursed at yourself for letting Lee Chan get in your head.
Spending time with Chan after your incident was nothing less than incredibly awkward.
Despite Chan being fully unaware of what had gone down in your subconscious, you couldn't help the blush that would take over your face any time the two of you made eye contact. He had all the power at the moment.
You had also made the mistake of discussing the occurrence with your closest friends, Seungkwan and Soonyoung. Purposely, you had not mentioned the name of the culprit behind your wet dream, but it had not been hard for your nosy friends to figure it out on their own.
"You had a sex dream about Channie?!", Soonyoung had all but whispered, causing some old ladies across the diner to look your way in judgment.
Fortunately not too many people were present at the diner you were currently hanging out at, but it didn't really help the embarrassment you felt at the words even being uttered. This was the only time in which you could see your friends without Chan's presence, so you couldn't be too picky about the setting.
"Soonyoung! Shut the hell up!", you whisper-shouted at him, throwing a rolled up napkin at him in punishment, "I never said it was about Chan."
"Please. Who else would it be about? Sure as hell can't be about your vanilla boyfriend. And anyone else like Mingyu or Wonwoo would be too obvious for you to be so embarrassed about it. It has to be Chan," Seungkwan butted in nonchalantly.
"I- It's- my boyfriend is not vanilla!"
"You didn't deny it! It was Channie!", Soonyoung was far too excited at having guessed correctly.
Giving up, and knowing you needed some external input on your predicament, you nodded in shame, admitting to your sin in order to maybe get some advice on the situation.
"What do I do? I ... I can't stop thinking about it. Fuck, I can't even look at Chan in the eye anymore."
"Was it good?"
"Soonyoung, stop! That's not the point."
"He has a point. Not really worth ruining your relationship over some mediocre head," argued Seungkwan.
"Shut up! It- Fuck, it was so good," you groaned into your hands in utter embarrassment.
"Dude I knew Chan would be good at head. It's in his eyes. I'm telling you, people with those big doe eyes are freaks in bed," Soonyoung couldn't seem to stop spewing his headcanon of Chan at you.
"Or at least dream-Chan is," agreed Kwan.
"What do I do?! It won't leave my mind. I- I've already tried fucking it out of my head, but even then-"
"Hold on. You had sex with your boyfriend while thinking about Chan? Does he know?"
"Soonyoung!"
"Man, he'd pass out if he heard that. Do you know how many time's he's walked us through his sex dreams?", cackled Soonyoung.
This obviously caught your attention, making you widen your eyes and fastening the speed of your heartbeat.
Chan had had sex dreams about you too?
I mean, it should've been obvious considering the amount of dirty innuendos and straight-up proposals he's given you these past few weeks, but you had never actually thought about it in depth.
Fuck.
Chan wanted to fuck you.
The thought made you gulp and press your thighs together, actions your friends thankfully did not catch onto.
"He, uh, he's told you about his sex dreams about me?", you asked with a complete lack of confidence in your voice.
"God, don't even get him started," grumbled Seungkwan, slurping his almost empty americano before continuing, "It's Hoshi who keeps instigating him into telling us every excruciating detail."
Soonyoung nodded in confirmation, "Dude, he gets nasty," he whispers as if it was a sin to utter out loud â despite having previously aired your own sex dream to the whole diner.
God, were you interested in knowing more. But you couldn't blow your cover. You were far too horny and pent up already. Hearing about how your sexy (yes, you were at the point of shamelessly admitting it) best friend giving it to you in the nastiest scenarios imaginable would probably make you combust in front of your best friends and every other unsuspecting person in the establishment.
With dry lips and wetness already gathering between your thighs, you simply hummed in acknowledgment and moved on with the conversation, eventually managing to change subjects without giving away your cover.
~
Never in your life had you ever had such urgency in getting home.
Upon locking your front door, you immediately ran to your bed, undressing yourself in the process and getting ready to rid yourself of the ache between your legs that had been bothering you since that wretched dream.
You knew that you wouldn't be able to satisfy yourself as well as you wanted without Chan's aid (you'd tried endless times just a few days ago), but trying was better than nothing.
Getting yourself started was easy. All you had to do was remember the very vivid image of dream-Chan slobbering between your legs, begging you to use his face however you saw fit and claim your orgasm as if it were a god-given right.
But imagination wasn't enough.
You had half the mind to call up Chan right there and then and crying to him to please come and take care of you. The repeated knowledge that Chan would likely come to you with no question nor judgement made the task of holding back even harder. It made you cry at the frustration your fingers were giving you; they just weren't enough. Not even after the endless attempts these past few days had you been able to calm the fire between your legs. The last time you saw your boyfriend â just after your damned sex dream â had been yet another failed attempt. It seemed like nothing could truly get you there.
That's when you thought of the perfect thing.
Chan always had the tendency of either taking you home himself or sending you a short voice message to ensure you had arrived home safely â always insisting on one in return. This message always contained Chan's raspy voice after a long day of shenanigans, usually calling you one pet name or another as he checked in on you.
No matter how ashamed you felt at it, the burning between your legs did seem to diminish upon turning up the short voice message he had left you just last week. His words, accompanied by his voice, did wonders for your imagination.
"Hey, babe", it had started, "Just wanted to check in on you and make sure you got home okay. Need you to send me a message back as soon as you can, yeah?"
This had been enough to start you up again, the usual 'babe' nickname and the soft command causing an effect on you it never had in all your years of friendship.
"You looked so pretty today," he sighed, "Did I tell you that? Need to be telling you that every day. You're gorgeous. Don't even know how such a pretty girl puts up with us," he chuckled.
Oh, Channie ...
He'd always been so sweet to you. Such a fun friend, but also such a sweet boy who'd always coddle you and treat you better than anyone else. You could almost picture him swooning at you as he reminisced on the pretty dress you'd worn that day.
You couldn't think of anyone else who thought of you that fondly. Yet you were currently too busy using an unsuspecting Chan to get off after days of being pent up due to that same boy.
"Miss you already, gorgeous. Should've taken you home myself, ugh," he groaned at himself, "That way I would've at least gotten a goodnight kiss," he paused, chuckling, "on the cheek, of course."
It was probably just your horny brain talking, but had Chan been in front of you at that moment, you would've done far more than just kiss him. You didn't know where all this sudden lust for Chan had come from, but that dream had come with an epiphany. Maybe you'd been attracted to your best friend all this time.
"'Kay, Imma leave you now, okay, princess? Message me back when you're ready for bed, alright? You know how I worry. Goodnight, beautiful. I love you," he ended the recording with a soft kiss.
The short voice message wasn't enough to work yourself up to an orgasm, so you revisited as many of his old messages as you could, recalling some specially soft ones he'd send you where he'd call you all the petnames known to man and praise you enough to make you blush.
You also thought about what Soonyoung had said, how Chan's dreams about you would get nasty. You thought of every nasty thing the man was probably itching to do to you. You thought of how easily you'd let him if he was here at this moment.
Throughout it all, you pictured Chan and the actions that would accompany his words if he were in the room with you. You imagined the soft touches and the praise he'd spew endlessly at you. The eyes full of genuine love â mixed with a little lust â that would watch you as you came undone.
And come undone you did. It wasn't as good as it would've been with the real Chan present and taking care of you, but it sure beat the multiple unsatisfying orgasms you'd had in the past few days.
"We broke up."
Those were your opening words upon approaching the usual table you shared with your friends.
This time Seokmin had decided to join.
"You what?"
"Because of Chan?"
"Really?!"
All responses were delivered simultaneously, making you groan as you sat down, knowing you were in for a lengthy interrogation from the three nosiest men you knew.
You covered your face in your hands and exhaled before unmasking yourself and facing your friends with seriousness in your demeanor.
"Didn't feel right when I kept thinking about Chan," you started, "He understood, which made it worse. Said he'd been too busy with work lately, was thinking of taking some time apart anyways."
It had been a few days since your wet dream about Chan. After your lonely escapade the night after â the night with the cursed voice memos â you had gone over to your boyfriend's place to end it. You hadn't hung out much in the past few weeks. There had been no spark for a bit. The goodness of your short-lived relationship was probably just the honeymoon period, which ended around the same time Chan decided to make his interest on you known.
It was all too much to deal with, so breaking it off seemed easier.
"Wow," aired Soonyoung.
"Yeah. Wow. How are you feeling?", asked Seokmin.
"I'm fine. Just, you know, feel kinda bad. I didn't want to be with someone if my heart wasn't fully in it," you mumbled, a little solemn.
"Does Channie know?"
"God, no. I've been avoiding him since," you eyed Kwan and Soonyoung, "uh, you know," you didn't want Seokmin to be yet another one of your friends to know about your sexual escapades in your slumber.
"Oh, you mean the sex dream?"
Your stare turned menacing, facing the only two possible culprits, "Who told him?"
"It was Soonie!", Seungkwan revealed immediately.
"Wait! No, I-"
"Did you tell anyone else? Oh my god, does Chan know?!"
"No! I only told Seokmin, I swear! He asked why we were meeting while Chan's working, so I told him."
"Don't worry, I won't tell. Scout's honor."
Seokmin held an innocent pinky towards you. Already done with the situation, you halfheartedly intertwined pinkies and moved on.
"So ... Channie?", Seungkwan asked once more.
"What about him?", you feigned curiosity.
"Playing dumb isn't gonna help things."
"What, do you want me to tell him about my dream?"
"That'd be kinda weird, man, I don't know," added Seokmin.
"I think it'd be hot."
"Soonyoung, shut up!", you told him for the nth time since the subject of your 'crush' on Chan had first come up.
Seungkwan side-eyed them before continuing, "No, but you like him, don't you?"
Did you? Did you actually like Chan?
Before Chan had showed interest in you, you had never considered it. Ever since you'd met him, Chan had always been nothing more than your best friend, your partner in crime. You had never felt as safe and comfortable with anyone as you had with Chan, and that was still the case. No boyfriend had ever made you feel as at ease as Chan always did.
His crush had brought out something in you. Had it been any other friend who suddenly revealed their feelings for you, you would've reacted in horror. But it was different with Chan. For some reason, you didn't feel put off by it, nor did you try to chase him away for his feelings for you. It wasn't one of those situations where the boy suddenly decides to pursue his girl-friend and ruins the friendship altogether. This had opened pandora's box for you, making you realize that Chan's affections would've always been welcomed by you.
Even if you jokingly rejected him or told your friends you had a boyfriend, it was all simply due to your moral compass. You weren't a cheater, so you couldn't take Chan too seriously even if you wanted to. But now you were single, and now you had to figure out if you really wanted Chan in the same way he wanted you.
"I know that I want him, but I need to make sure that I want him, you know? I'd never want to hurt his feelings or jeopardize our friendship just because I was horny one day."
"So you're scared it might just be that you're sexually attracted to him?"
"No, it's just ..."
"You want to know whether or not you like him and not just the attention he gives you."
It was surprisingly Soonyoung who had deciphered it.
"Y-yeah. Fuck. Does that make me a narcissist?"
"Nah. It's better to be sure. You've been friends with Channie since forever. It makes sense for you to wanna be cautious."
"You should probably stop avoiding him, though. He's, uh, starting to notice," revealed Seokmin.
"Yeah, he won't stop whining. Just put him out of his misery already," said Soonie.
"Okay, I guess I'll talk to him next time I see him."
You didn't really feel ready for it, but the time to confront Chan would have to come sooner or later.
Next time you saw Chan was actually far too soon for your liking. Just the following day you found yourself at yet another house party; a small gathering among your friend group and some other people. It wasn't anything too big, so you knew that you'd inevitably bump into Chan.
It had only been about a week since you last spoke to Chan, but that had been a week too long. Throughout the duration of your friendship, the longest you ever went without constant communication had been three days, which had been a total accident on both your parts. The two of you would at least text once a day, even coming to have an unbroken streak of endless texts.
Fuck, you missed him.
Chan obviously must've noticed your lack of communication these past few days. You weren't even sure why you had decided to keep him in the dark. It wasn't just the wet dream (which was still haunting you, but had moved to the back burner for now), and it wasn't your breakup either. You were just confused about your feelings for the boy, but punishing him by icing him out had been far too much. Now you felt guilty.
You felt extra guilty when you finally spotted Chan across the party, sitting alone on a loveseat while he attempted but failed at discreetly looking over at you. He looked like a wounded puppy as he did so, pout on his lips and furrowed brows. It made you want to kiss the pout right off his face.
It was easy to tell that he wanted to approach you, but was simply trying his hardest to respect the boundary you had seemingly put up out of nowhere. This meant that you'd have to be the one to talk to him.
Then you took action, throwing away the drink you had been nursing and walking over to him, ignoring his shocked expression when you wordlessly grabbed his hand and pulled him to an empty room in the shared house. You locked the door and turned to him, unsure on what to say first.
Chan was the now the one to surprise you, immediately trapping you in a bear hug and burying his face in your shoulder, loudly breathing you in.
He didn't let go for a couple of minutes, even nudging you to keep hugging him back when you went to pull away.
When he finally let go, you finally had the chance to look at the boy for a moment.
Yeah, you liked him.
You had missed him far too much to be able to deny it.
You liked Lee Chan, and you were ready to let it be known to the world.
But then he started speaking.
"I'm so sorry," he started, utterly confusing you as to what he could be apologizing for, "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable, I, fuck. I must've crossed a line with my flirting, and I never meant to. You're my best friend, and I need to respect you, an-and I need to respect your relationship. I thought that maybe somehow I could get you to see me as more than a friend, but it was stupid of me to assume you'd drop your boyfriend just because your dumb friend suddenly had a crush on you â which, uh, isn't the case, by the way," he looked down, embarrassed, "I've liked you since we met. So much. I assumed Hoshi must've told you by now. Anyways, I, uh, I'm really sorry. I'll stop. I will never bring it up again, just, fuck, please don't be mad. I'll take anything you give me. If friendship is what you want then I'll be the bestest friend you've ever had, just-"
It was impossible to take his senseless rambles anymore. You were getting too emotional at the thought of having put Chan through this turmoil when you had spent the last few days tending to the ache he had caused between your legs and subsequently breaking up with your boyfriend in order to figure out your feelings. It made you feel equally embarrassed and ridiculous, yet the effects of your silence made you begin to tear up at the apologetic boy in front of you.
Interrupting him, you hugged him again, somehow even tighter this time. This thankfully shut him up, allowing his body to lose its tension and letting himself become limp in your hold.
After some more moments of silent hugging, you were the one to pull away this time, giving him a sympathetic smile as you raised a hand to caress his cheek. It made you soon the way in which he leaned against your palm and gave you the sweetest smile known to man.
"Channie, you did nothing wrong ... I'm sorry for cutting you off like that, that was so wrong of me. I should've talked to you and told you how I was feeling. I wish I was half as confident about my feelings as you are, but I just felt so-" you paused, not knowing what you were even trying to express, "a-and then I just started avoiding you to avoid my feelings all together. I'm sorry."
"No, you have nothing to apologize for," he put his hands on your shoulders to ensure you were understanding his point, "I should've respected your boundaries. I never even should've tried to pursue you when I know you have a boyfriend, it was so-"
"had", you clarified, shy.
"what?"
"I had a boyfriend. We, uh, we broke up a few days ago."
"You ... Fuck, was it because of me?"
His eyes were like saucers, but you could see a small hint of a smile that he quickly wiped off when he realized the context of the situation.
"I want to say no, but ... yeah, I did."
Still feeling unbelievably ashamed at the memory of what had first led you to consider breaking up with your boyfriend, â a stupid wet dream you still couldn't get out of your mind â you avoided eye contact. Now you knew that that had only been the catalyst of realizing your feelings for Chan, but it still didn't help matters much, specially knowing that Chan would find out sooner or later.
"God, I'm so so sorry-"
"Chan! Stop apologizing! It wasn't because of anything you did. I just ... I realized some things these past few weeks and .. I realized we weren't really right for each other," you took a breath, "Not when you were all I could think about."
"Y-you ...?"
"I'm going to be candid, okay? Just, please don't interrupt."
He nodded, giving you the green light.
"A little over a week ago, uh, something happened. And then I couldn't keep you out of my mind. I tried talking to the guys, I even tried using my boyfriend as a distraction, but nothing worked. I started avoiding you because I just felt so awkward realizing I was beginning to develop feelings for you. It was wrong of me, but I needed time. I broke up with him because it didn't feel right to be with someone else while you were the only person I wanted around."
Saying it felt like a breath of fresh air. Not only were you admitting it to Chan, but also to yourself. Your friendship with Chan had never been your average friendship. Even before he had decided to begin shamelessly hitting on you, he had always been the sweetest and most caring boy you'd ever met. Sending you voice memos every time you went home alone, always being in charge of getting your drinks, driving you wherever you wanted, being overly affectionate with you any time he felt you might've needed it. The boy had always been the perfect match for you, you just couldn't grasp it until he began to literally shove it in your face.
"What made you realize it?"
Not expecting him to question you, but rather just accept your sudden change of heart, you hadn't thought of how to explain to him that a sex dream was what had brought you to this epiphany.
But what did you have to lose at this point? Most of your friends already knew, and to be quite frank, you still wanted Chan extremely badly. Telling him wouldn't be the end of the world.
"I, uh, I had a dream about you ..." you muttered, eyes avoiding his own.
His already wide eyes widened even more, a smirk forming itself on his features as he tilted his head in question.
"Uhm, care to repeat that for me?"
"Chan, shut the fuck up. You heard me."
"I didn't! Just tell me. Please?"
With a sigh, you repeated yourself, this time a little more clear, "I had a dream about you."
"Uh-huh. What type of dream?"
"Chan!"
"Princess, please. I embarrassed myself for you for weeks. I pined for you for years. Just give me what I wanna hear," he pleaded, somehow cocky in the way he did so.
"Fuck, fine. I had a wet dream about you. I dreamt about you between my legs, giving me the greatest orgasm I've ever experienced and begging me for more. I dreamt of your pathetic whines while I ground my cunt on your face. And then I woke up before I could cum. I spent the entire day trying to get that feeling back but nothing worked, Chan, nothing. I couldn't look you in the eyes after that so I just avoided you."
Finally giving him the most candid version of the events made you feel a weight leave your shoulders, specially upon realizing that the boy who currently held your heart had been rendered unable to use this as ammunition against you as you watched his cocky expression turn into one of lust.
"Oh," he breathed out. Taking a few moments to regain his composure, he spoke up again, "W-was that it? Or do you, uh, do you also like me back?"
"I like you, Chan. So much. The dream was just what made me realize that I wanted you in every way imaginable."
A decisive expression now took over his face, nodding to himself before moving closer to you, taking up all your personal space.
"That's all I needed to know," he declared before claiming your lips in a heated kiss.
Chan kissed you with everything he had to give. The kiss immediately grew lustful, with Chan licking into your mouth for access the second you made the smallest sound of surprise. And, fuck was Chan a great kisser.
His tongue was practically making love to yours, rendering your legs weak and shaky. Thankfully Chan realized this, pushing you to the nearest wall so that he could continue to take over all your senses.
Scratching and pulling at his hair, you caused Chan to moan against your lips, only making you whine in return. Chan took this as a sign to move forward, beginning to grind his expert hips against your own. Already hard, Chan's clothed cock felt like heaven against your burning cunt. You had begged for a proper release for days, and you were now afraid that some light dry humping would be enough to take you there before you could finally relive your dream.
But did you care? Did you care enough to halt Chan's movements when they were already making your eyes roll back? Your body made the decision for you, pushing your hips against his own and making him release a gruttal groan against your lips.
"N-need you so fucking bad ..." he breathed against your lips, barely able to get a word out as you insisted of licking into his mouth as he spoke. This made him groan again, "Princess, please ... You're gonna kill me."
Pulling away, you grabbed his hands and placed them on your breasts, making eyed at him as you spoke, "Channie, just touch me. Don't care what you do, just ... just take care of the problem you caused."
He whined at the feeling of your body at his palms, immediately groping and feeling up every inch of your body before trapping your mouth in another heated kiss. His hands soon became too desperate to feel you through your clothes, carelessly unwrapping you from every piece of clothing he could. He left you in your underwear, having thrown off your dress and holding onto your hands so you could haphazardly kick off your shoes. Chan's clothes joined soon after, with his own hands throwing off all but his boxers.
Before he could claim your lips in a kiss again, you grabbed him by the hand, leading him to a nearby couch in order to sit him down. Sitting on his lap, you kissed him again and again, thoroughly enjoying how liberal his hands were in the way he touched you.
Finally throwing off your bra, you felt up your tits a bit as Chan watched you with a pained look in his face, mouth open and eyes glued to your breasts. His lips attached to your tits immediately after, going crazy in the way he suckled and bit at them.
"You're so fucking gorgeous," he mumbled against your tit, "Fuck, dreamt about you every night ... This pretty body and all your pretty noises. Can't believe I get to have you now," he kissed his way back up to your neck, hands never halting in their caressing of your body.
He pulled away to look into your eyes â though his eyes kept dropping to your lips, "You're embarrassed about your dream?", he chuckled, "Want me to tell you some of mine? Hmm?", he began to manhandle you, positioning you so that you could lay horizontally on the couch and he could lay above you, "So fucking nasty, baby, it'd make you blush."
"Channie ..."
"Gonna do so many nasty things to you. Want me to whine for your pussy? Oh, baby ... Gonna beg for pussy every day, shit," his hand went down to rub your wet cunt through your panties, "'sso wet," he groaned, "Gonna lick it all up again and again. Need to suffocate between these thighs," he made his way down your body as he said this, eventually coming face to face with your cunt.
Leaving a kiss on your weeping cunt, he licked through your panties, causing you to arch your back for him and throw your head back. The warmth of his tongue could've been enough to claim your orgasm, but somehow you persisted.
Chan became desperate for you quickly after that, removing your panties and lifting your thighs so that he could finally bury himself between your legs the way you'd been wanting him to for so long.
"Channie, fuck!," you cried, pulling at his hair while pushing his head further against you.
"Use me. God, just ... Grind that cunt against me ..."
And so you did. You took advantage of your pretty best friend's desperation for you and employed your own desperation for him. To any outsider, you must've looked like the image of depravity as you used Chan for your pleasure, but Chan was just as depraved. You could feel the couch shake from under you, indicating the way in which Chan ground against it as you claimed your orgasm on his tongue.
Riding your high was an incomparable experience. No one had ever made you feel as much pleasure as Chan had. Not even dream-Chan lived up to reality.
You could've sworn you lost consciousness for a few moments after your high, feeling completely weightless when it had finally died down. Your ability to think only came back by the time Chan had climbed back up your body and kissed at your chest once more, smiling at you when he finally reached your lips.
Instead of sharing a sweet moment with him, you claimed his lips once more and licked every last bit of your essence from his mouth. He groaned and allowed his tongue to mingle with yours in such a nasty manner that it made you blush when you remembered that Chan was nothing more than your best friend less than an hour ago.
"Let me fuck you," Chan pleaded when he finally managed to pull away from your greedy lips.
"How do you want me?", you asked as your lips tried to reclaim his yet again. Fuck, he was such a good kisser.
"Fuck. I get to choose?"
You couldn't help but be endeared by him. Also incredibly turned on by how much he clearly wanted you.
Without another word, he repositioned you so you'd be on your hands and knees, running his hand down your back to press the arch of your back a little deeper. He groaned at the sight of you arching your back as deliciously as you could, wiggling your ass as you looked back at him with a cheeky smile, lip trapped between your teeth.
"I've been waiting for this for years, shit. I'm not gonna last."
That made you giggle, continuing to press yourself up against him to get him to break.
"Just fuck me, Channie. Promise it's gonna feel so good."
"Yeah, baby. Gonna fuck you so good."
His tip then finally made contact with your cunt, being dragged up and down your folds as you whined at the feeling. He finally began to penetrate you after becoming too desperate himself.
"You're so fucking warm ..." he breathed out.
Sighing out at the fullness, you pushed back against him, encouraging him to begin fucking into you. Chan took no time in following your lead, adopting a desperate pace almost immediately.
The sounds of skin slapping took over the room, only accompanied by sighs and moans of pleasure from you or Chan. The occasional whiny praise also left his lips every so often. The needy way in which he fucked you had you reeling. Chan had the ability to make you feel extremely desired and like getting to fuck you was the greatest privilege known to man. The way his hands caressed you and his pleas for you to 'please push it back on him' made the experience all the more dreamy to you.
Dream-Chan truly stood no chance to the real one.
"Princess, gonna- fuck, gonna fucking cum. W-where can I?", he grunted from behind, his thrusts somehow becoming even more animalistic.
There was no moment of hesitation in your voice â though shaky from the way in which Chan rutted against you â when you gave him the green light to cum inside you. His groan upon your confirmation only made your back arch even more. Chan's want for you continued to make you feel lightheaded.
Halfway through his own orgasm, Chan triggered your own through the way his hand dipped under you and toyed with your clit. After only one day with you, your best friend already knew how to get you there immediately. He talked you through your orgasm, giving you endless praise about how beautiful you were, how he didn't deserve such a pretty bestie to fuck so good, how he'd beg for you day after day if necessary.
Upon your highs wearing down, Chan managed to reposition you so you could lay next to him. (though almost entirely on top of him) He held you close to him, soft in the way he ran his fingers up and down the length of your arm, enjoying the goosebumps forming. His hand would eventually go over to your face and caress your cheek while his nose rubbed against your own. Treating you like a doll, Chan made you swoon yet again.
"I love you."
Then the world stopped.
"I'm sorry I didn't say it before. It wasn't just a crush. I'm in love with you. And ... and I want you to be mine. Will you be my girlfriend?"
It was all whispered against you, with a soft smile accompanying the whispered words.
"I love you too," the words left your mouth so naturally you were sure they'd been stuck there forever, "Yes, Channie. I'll be your girlfriend," you couldn't help but smile as you said those words.
"Fuck, thank God," he breathed out, hugging you to him, "I never would've gotten over you if you said no. The guys never would've heard the end of it."
He made you laugh, as per usual.
You knew things would only change for the better, so you weren't scared about the change in dynamic that was to come from letting Chan out of the friendzone. All you felt was excitement to finally be with him without guilt.
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content: established relationship, chan's pov, banter, smut, oral (m receiving), mentions of lingerie, teasing, dry humping, riding, etc.
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Chan had waited for this moment for years. The moment he finally had you all to himself and the moment that would start the rest of his life with you.
Sleeping with you last night had somehow surpassed his craziest of dreams â and he had dreamt about it a lot.
The feeling of your soft skin under his fingertips, the way you moaned against his mouth as his tongue suckled on yours, the sight of your bare body, the feeling of your hands caressing every inch of his body, the taste of your wet cunt ... fuck. He could go on forever reminiscing about you and how obsessed with your touch he had already become.
It had only been a bit over a day since he had woken up next to you on that couch. Granted, the sleep had been slightly uncomfortable, but he had gotten to feel your warm skin against his own as he slept, so it had been worth it.
After some sheepish reaffirmation of your feelings for one another, you had redressed and left the shared house, pinkies intertwined as you went home. Sadly, you had busy days, so you weren't able to see one another at all throughout the following 24 hours. But! You had agreed to see each other tonight for a quiet dinner at Chan's apartment â courtesy of Mingyu's cooking.
Opening the door to his apartment, Chan's chin practically hit the floor when he spotted you in that dress.
Chan had seen you in all types of getups throughout all his years of knowing you. He had obviously seen you in the prettiest of dresses, the tightest and most sinfully tailored pieces. But nothing compared to the pretty little thing you were currently donning.
It was a black slip dress. It wasn't too tight nor too loose. The fabric barely covered his favorite parts of your body, making him reminisce on how they looked without anything covering them at all. You were also shamelessly donning the few hickeys he had left on you just one day ago. Chan was convinced you'd been sent on this Earth to ruin him, to make him a shell of himself and rid him of any ability to act as a functional human being.
The dinner went quite well. You and Chan were far too used to each other for it to go anything but perfect. Your usual banter was present, though Chan now had the privilege of running his hand up and down any sliver of skin he could reach as you teased him about one thing or another. He enjoyed the innocent touches he could give you without any sense of guilt you might be taken by some loser who didn't deserve you. The right to touch you was now entirely reserved by him, just as it should've always been.
It was all perfectly innocent until it wasn't.
Eventually moving to the couch to entertain yourselves with some streaming service, you cuddled against each other. This was an ordinary occurrence between you even as friends. Sure, the cuddling was now a little extra close â with you practically sitting on his lap â but it wasn't anything too intimate so far.
It seemed like this wasn't enough for you, though. It didn't take you too long to move onto his lap, now sitting on top of him while his arms wrapped around your middle. Chan chose to just follow along with whatever position you wanted to cuddle in, just happy to be there at all. Your hands would play with his own, clearly not attentive to the movie at all.
Innocently at first, you rubbed your own hands up and down his arms. This later came to you leading his hands to rub up and down the expanse of your thighs, coming up high enough to lift up most of your skirt. This then evolved into you dipping one of his hands to rub against your panties.
Chan's eyes rolled back when he felt the warmth of your cunt under his hand, already moist and ready for him. You kept pressing his hand against you, so Chan took the hint to play with you.
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I Want You to Stay (14) - FINALE (JJK)
Pairing:Â Jungkook x (f.) Reader
Genre/Tags: boss!JK x assistant!reader; idiot strangers to lovers; slow slow burn; k-drama feels; angst, drama, fluff, smut
Chapter Warnings: foul/explicit language; alcohol consumption; arts, business/property devt, and book publishing talk thatâs probably inaccurate; mentions of trauma & family drama; lots of fluff; explicit sexual content (lots of making out, oral (m & f receiving), body praise, un/protected sex)  (18+)
Chapter Word count:Â 32.8k
Series Masterlist
Status:Â Complete
Series summary: Working for Jungkook isnât the same as working for Hoseok. For starters, Jungkook doesnât smile, he doesnât appreciate you, and he gives you too much work. It doesnât help that heâs incredibly handsome and has women at his beck and call. But as the tension grows, it becomes impossible to resist him. Youâve dedicated yourself to your job for 8 years so when you finally decide to put yourself first, he asks you to reconsider. And while you know that leaving is difficult, you learn that when it comes to Jungkook, staying is always so much harder.
Playlist đś: on the way home
A/N: And then it ends! Please bear with the length of this final chapter - it felt right to finish the series with all this đ¤ This was so satisfying to write despite the emotional roller coaster, and I just want to thank you for sticking with me through this and showing me/it so much love. It's a fanfic writer bucket list of mine to write boss JK! I hope you enjoy! 𼰠Like I've said before, I have plans for season 2, but I don't know if I'll actually be able to write it so đ¤đ˝
And like always, my biggest thanks to @wonwoonlight for listening to me talk about this for months. đ
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Your heavy eyes flutter open before they close again, and for the briefest moment, you think you see Jungkook smiling at you, his doe eyes gazing at your sleeping form. You do it again, and right after your eyes fall shut, you feel soft lips on your bare shoulder, his warm breath heating your shivering body.Â
His absence causes you to quiver, but youâre too tired to move. Even if you werenât, you probably wouldnât be able to pull the covers over you, not when you have the said man leaving kisses down your spine and then back up to peck on your exposed cheek. Yet no matter how tempting it is to return them, your mind decides it just needs a bit more time to wake up, and so does your sore body that feels like it ran a marathon that you just werenât trained for.
Because much as you took on Jungkookâs challenge last night about being able to have sex all night, as it turns out, youâre the one who couldnât do it.
He first had you on top of him, kneading your ass and directing your movements while he pounded on you from below. The way he felt from that angle had your stomach in knots, and when he wrapped his arms around you to keep you steady while he tried to go deeper as he sucked and licked your neck, you were a goner.Â
You were on your back before you knew it. And while he aided you in coming down from your high through languid kisses and licks on your mouth, it wasnât long before he had you keening again. His tongue lapped up your folds and swirled around your sensitive nub, and despite your mind feeling numb by then, your cunt throbbed for him. It wasnât long before he was inside you again, thrusting into you fervently before slowing the pace and taking you more gently.Â
The way he grunted as you whispered for him to come suddenly rings in your mind. Coupled with his morning kisses all over your body, you moan in pleasure, and he hasnât even done much yet.Â
Perhaps itâs also because of these luxurious Egyptian cotton sheets that are making you feel like youâre in heaven. Or the fact that they smell so good, too, like fresh laundry but more delicate, and all you want is to drown in this softness. So you do something close and bury your face on the pillow while you remain flat on your belly. You take a deep breath and release it with another moan.
âSounds like someone slept well, huh?â You hear him chuckle, his mouth now detaching from your skin.Â
âYou tired me out, Jungkook,â you hum, your eyes still closed as you bask in the comfort of his bed. âWhy are you even awake?â
âBecause I always wake up early. And itâs past 10,â he reasons. âI went for a run then hit the gym. I figured youâd be awake by now and well⌠you arenât.â
âIââ
Your mind slightly catches some life as you hear that heâd just done a workout, so you take a peak and the sight doesnât disappoint. He stands by the bedside with only his track pants on, his hands in his pockets with damp hair while he looks on as you slowly twist and turn on the bed.Â
âIââ you repeat.
âYou donât have to get up if you donât want to. Iâm sorry I woke you,â he says softly.Â
You catch on to his apologetic tone and itâs what forces you awake. You know heâs used to starting his day early and you⌠youâre used to burying yourself in your bed until you have to get up to eat. Having someone to spend your days with is probably something youâre both gonna have to start getting used to.
Your eyes finally open and stay that way, and despite his sweat having dried already, Jungkook still looks like heâs glowing against the late morning sun thatâs shining through his bedroom window. You shift yourself and sit up, suddenly hyper aware of how naked you are⌠in his bedroom, and for a brief moment, you think it was all in your head.Â
With the sheets finally covering your body, you look at him, prompting him to sit on the edge of the bed and smile at you. You take his hand and caress the fingers that held you, that gave you pleasure, that traced patterns on your skin that you feel are now etched in its memory.Â
âLast night wasnât a dream,â you utter, as if proclaiming it to the universe, as if claiming this reality for yourself.Â
âIt better not be,â he laughs, softening when you do. âYou, uh, you found me.â
âWell, you did tell me where to go,â you point out.
âYes, unlike you,â he counters, recalling how your letter had just told him to find you with no instructions of where.
Your pout makes him laugh and itâs the sweetest sound youâve ever heard, one you didnât know when youâd hear again. But you give him a pass because heâs right, and all you want to do is make it up to him for making these past few weeks quite unbearable.
But he gets to you first, as he kisses your cheek. Thereâs adoration mixed with shyness in his eyes and tenderness with his every touch. You wouldnât say itâs something you didnât expect despite his usual detachment, but it strikes you just how much of this softness has been hiding underneath. Youâve seen him be protective of you and be caring, but this side of him is new. You suppose being mellow and giggly comes naturally once heâs allowed himself to be vulnerable and open up. Maybe itâs also just a result of last nightâs events.
He removes the strands of your hair that had stuck to your face, and it dawns on you again that itâs morning and you had indeed just woken up. You whine that youâve got crusty eyes and morning breath so you create some distance, but he just laughs and says he doesnât care one bit.
âYouâre pretty even in the morning,â he adds.
Jungkook watches you nibble your lips as you try to suppress a smile that you make anyway. When youâre bold about what you want from him, something inside him stirs, a certain kind of desire that explodes because he wants to fulfill your need, to make you feel good, to let you know that you affect him the same way.Â
But when youâre shy the way you are right now, as if youâre still trying to wrap your head around your new reality with him, giggling and grinning like a schoolgirl with a crush, he wants to just hold you in his arms and keep you there. Something softens in him because you - strong and stubborn you - gets flustered because of him. The competent and confident woman he knows suddenly doesnât know what to say when he calls her pretty, which heâs glad heâs able to verbalize now. It used to be a thought that just constantly rang in his head, but one he tried so hard to quell. He gets to say it to you with confidence from now on and heâll be able to say it everyday.Â
Once your face settles with a comfortable smile, he sighs in contentment, once again feeling like that dark cloud that hovered over him for years has gone away. Things used to feel so heavy as he wandered around an unknown place he's been in for so long, not knowing where to go. Itâs as if the days just passed him by and heâd forgotten how he spent them because there wasnât really much that he looked forward to.Â
Now he does, and he realized it when he woke up this morning and found you lying next to him. You were in deep sleep with your lips just slightly parted. Your hands were curled under your chin as you laid on your side, and there was this calmness on your face that gave him so much relief.Â
He felt light; he felt the darkness subside, too, and the unknown place heâd been wandering about suddenly looked familiar, yet it was still somehow new. There was that feeling of safety, of clarity, like he could do or be anything with you around. Those were things you gave him when you were still his assistant, and he gets to feel them again now that youâre so much more than that.Â
âWhat?â You ask, nudging him with your foot as he briefly zones out just thinking about all the things he wants to do with you.Â
âI was just savoring the look of you being flattered,â he hums. âItâs kinda cute.â
âOh shush,â you laugh. âIâm just not used to it.â
âWell, itâs not like I could just say youâll looked pretty when I was still your boss,â he points out.Â
âTrue,â you nod. âGood thing you arenât anymore, then.â
âExactly. So youâre just gonna have to get used to it.â
He looks at you as if itâs a warning, and you feel the heat rush to your cheeks.
âNoted, Mr. Jeon,â you whisper to tease.
âFuck,â he groans. âI want to kiss you right now.â
âDonât tell me that turned you on!â You gasp, giggling now as he shakes his head.
âOnly if you say it like that!â He whines, the sultry tone of your voice echoing in his ears. âYou know what, Iâm gonna take a shower.â
âAnd Iâm gonna brush my teeth so you can kiss me all you want!â
âIâm gonna have to get used to that, too,â he smiles.
âWell, itâs not like I could say that to you when I was still your assistant,â you repeat his words.
âAnd good thing you arenât anymore, Ms. Cho,â he laughs, not wanting to get carried away right now.
You laugh as well before he leaves to take a shower. You give yourself this quiet time on your own to process where you are at this moment. Youâre in a room you used to enter everyday, and your mere glances made you curious about what Jungkook kept in his personal space.Â
Youâre here now, and you see that thereâs really not much, other than a floor-to-ceiling window, a television, a bar cart, and a couch. Heâs got an interesting light fixture and abstract art on the wall. His decorative pieces consist of small sculptures and framed buildings, but there are no photos or other mementos. You suppose heâs not really the type, and that just makes you hope that you can help him add a bit of personal touch so that his room could feel more comfortable, or maybe add a bit of warmth to an otherwise cold, monochromati space. You decide thatâs something youâll eventually figure out.Â
You take your phone from the bedside and finally reply to your mom and your friends with more details about last night. You merely told them that you and Jungkook have made up, but itâs just today that youâre telling them how it happened.Â
He converted the archives section to a childrenâs library, you say in your message. Found him in his office, we talked, and I spent the night at his place. Thatâs all for now. Iâll talk to you soon.
Soominâs barrage of excited curses is immediate. Jimin says heâs happy for you. And your mom sends you a heart emoji and tells you to stay happy.
You send a message to Yoongi, too, saying that you found Jungkook and that now you can learn what your heart is capable of. You thank him again, even if you know that those words will never be enough.
Standing from the bed, you head to the bathroom to finally wash up, thinking that itâll take a while more before Jungkook finishes. You brush your teeth as you face the mirror, seeing his silhouette behind the frosted glass of the shower enclosure from the reflection. He exits before you finish, and you slow your movements once he comes into view, naked and all wet, and somehow even more breathtakingly handsome than usual.Â
You try to act unbothered as you wash your face, only glancing up to see him with a towel around his waist and another one that he uses to dry his hair. The flex of his tattooed arm brings back memories from last night when it was propped up on your side, supporting his body while he thrusted relentlessly inside you. You gripped that arm when he went deeper, and it was the same one that held you when you started drifting off to sleep.Â
He stands behind you and gives you a boyish smile before wrapping his arms around your waist. You jerk a little in surprise but soften when his chin rests on your shoulder, and the way he looks comfortable and content has your heart soaring at this side of him - bold and vulnerable as he expresses the things he feels for you in action.
âCan I do this?â He asks as he buries his face in your neck.
âJungkook, weâve done a lot in the last 12 hours,â you remind him. âWhy are you asking permission to hug me?â
âI just donât want to overwhelm you.â
You turn around to face him and look at him questioningly, unable to follow. Youâd think that given all that youâve both done, simple affection like this is far from overwhelming.Â
âWhat I mean is⌠Sex is sex. With you, itâs meaningful and intimate. Weâre so lost in the feeling of desire and all that but thisâŚâ he says, wrapping your arms around him as if to explain. âThis⌠this is a different kind of intimate. Waking up next to each other, morning kisses, random hugs⌠they say something else.â
âAnd that is?â You ask after a beat of silence, needing that quiet to take in his words.
âThat I want you beyond all that lust and that high,â he answers. âAnd this⌠This takes more from us. And I know that because this used to scare me. This⌠I donât know, vulnerability I guess? Having someone next to me while I sleep, being the first thing they see in the morning, doing ordinary things with them like taking a shower or something. Holding their hand. Hugging them because it just feels right. I donât know if Iâm making sense butââ
âYou are,â you interject, knowing exactly what he means.Â
You used to say how you were intimate with the men you dated but you couldnât say that you shared intimacy with them. It was such an abstract concept for you. That familiarity, that emotional connection, that feeling of safety and belongingness, and of certainty and clarity seemed so intangible.Â
Thereâs a reason why you never had them over at your place, why you could sleep and wake up next to them in their homes but prefer to spend the rest of the day by yourself or with your friends. Thereâs a reason why you were cautious about the personal things you shared, about your dreams and fears, why you never let them close enough to know how to love you. Something was always lacking and a part of that was because you never allowed yourself to give them more than what they could touch. Your body was as far as they could go; your heart was a restricted place that no one could enter.
Until Jungkook, and suddenly that intimacy is something tangible. You can feel it when his arms are around you, you can hear it in his giggles, you can see it in his smile, you can smell it as he stands a breath away, and you can taste it in his mouth, one that welcomes you in when you kiss him tenderly. You know thereâll be more ways that it will be tangible to you, that itâll be something real and definite, something your mind could at least try to grasp. And heâs right - doing this takes more from you than sex for the sake of it ever could.Â
Youâre letting someone into a place youâve kept to yourself for so long. And that itself could be quite disorienting and overwhelming. He gets it because itâs something heâs probably done before, and heâs doing it again now.
You tell him with the way you kiss him that you get it, too. You tell him by the way you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer that thatâs where you want him, and that heâs settled in your heart so suddenly yet so certainly that you donât want him to go anywhere.Â
Youâre content with this. You feel your need for pleasure heighten, you feel that slight throbbing of your cunt and the need for friction, you feel that desire course through your veins but youâre satisfied with this intimacy you share. You say it with how tenderly your fingers graze his face, with how your hand gently rests on his bare chest, and with how your movements remain slow, focused on the feel of him more than anything else.
He understands your contentment, too, and he says it with how he follows your pace, with how he softly palms your bare thighs, and with how he nibbles your lips in affection. You both pull away to get some air but he tells you, too, through his soft kisses on your cheeks and your forehead before a final one on your nose that this is enough, and that right now, this is all he needs.Â
âI bought breakfast,â he tells you as he takes your hand in his then leads you out of the bathroom. He grabs a pair of shorts from his closet while you watch on. âI got those street toasts and some pastries. Iâll warm them up and heat the coffee. Is that okay?â
âOf course,â you respond, giddy at the thought that he bought those for you. You mentioned in passing last night that youâve missed eating them after being at your momâs place for much of the week. âYou still donât have anything in your fridge or your pantry.â
âExactly. So uh, I was thinking we could go do some groceries today and I can make something for you for a change, and no, the eggs on toast that one time donât count.â
Youâre endeared by the shy look on his face, and itâs not really one you can say no to.Â
âSure, that would be nice,â you smile.Â
âI was hoping youâd, uh, stay the night again. And again. I canceled work for the team on Monday but I have to meet Hoseok and my father. Maybe I should cancel that, too.â
âAnd tell them, what? That youâre gonna be with me?â You chuckle. âThatâs not happening. This⌠this canât come between you and your job, okay?â You remind him, as you donât want your newly formed relationship to negatively affect him, especially after all the work heâs done to be what he is now. âWork comes first. Iâll always understand.â
âIt goes both ways,â he hums, as he sets the food in front of you. âSo, when do you start your new job?â
âNext Monday,â you answer. âWhich reminds me⌠I have to shop for trousers and dresses.â
âSo, a wardrobe change, huh?â He asks, placing the cup of coffee and glass of water on the table before taking the seat next to you.Â
âSort of. The pencil skirts feel restrictive. Plus, every time we ate out, I was always scared that the zipper would pop or something,â you laugh.Â
âIt always felt odd that that was the recommended outfit for assistants,â he says. âI liked them on you though⌠respectfully speaking.â
You playfully shake your head at his statement, but he defends that they always paired well with your pastel-colored blouses that he claims bring out the color of your eyes.Â
âWell, Iâll still be using those. I just need to pair them with something else less formal.â
âWe can go shopping today then,â he suggests. âNot unless thatâs something you want to do on your own. I understand if it is. I mean, I⌠I donât want to impose. I⌠I didnât even ask you what you wanted to do today.â
âI didnât really have anything in mind. My weekends are usually just spent doing chores and errands or watching stuff at home or in my local theater,â you say. âNot unless my friends visit or I go home. Other than that I just⌠do whatever I feel like on my own. And you? What do you usually do on weekends?âÂ
âWork, gym, drink, watch sports, sleep,â he chuckles, recalling those days of loneliness and nothingness, which really wasnât that long ago. âMeet my parents if I have to, hang out with my friends if Iâm in the mood.â
âAnd go to the clubs?â You cock an eyebrow.Â
âYeah, I guess,â he hums, knowing what youâre alluding to. âI do it less frequently now, though. I just go there to catch up with them then I go home. Donât you do that, too?â
âOnly when Jimin and Soomin are here. Socialite stuff, you know?â You explain.
âI guess,â he shrugs. âBut we can do anything you want today. Itâs up to you.â
âOkay, then shopping it is,â you smile at him, thinking itâs something fun that you could do together.Â
You think anything with him would be, and it excites you to know that many of the things you used to do alone is something you could now share and do with him. Maybe you could even do something new, like some outdoor activity or go to the arcades or even do a ghost tour just because.
But something ordinary like going to the groceries and shopping for new clothes are things you want to experience with him, too. Theyâre those intimate acts that he talked about earlier - simple and mundane, yet special and comfortable.Â
As you watch him in his plain shirt and shorts with his legs spread out as he sits on the chair beside you, and with him asking if youâre full and if thereâs anything else you want, you think about all the days youâd spent on your own. There was always a certain kind of peace you felt then; you were alone but you werenât lonely.Â
There were days when it got to you though, as you thought that it was probably nice to have someone to share a meal with, to laugh with as you watched your variety shows, and to lay next to as you talked about your day. You dwelled on the scenes that played in your head only briefly, knowing that there wasnât anyone in your life then that you wanted to do those simple, mundane things with.Â
But with Jungkook here with you now, sharing those with someone does seem to require a level of vulnerability you hadnât really thought about. Youâre letting him in a space thatâs always just had you in it, doing things that gave you peace, that gave you energy, that gave you those bits of happiness. Heâll no longer just be getting a peek into the world you carved for yourself; heâll now truly be a part of it. And you want him to know that even if it may seem like itâs overwhelming, you welcome him completely.
âWhat you said earlier about not wanting to overwhelm me,â you start, âI⌠I appreciate that. This isnât just a new side of you Iâm experiencing. This is also a new side of myself that Iâm getting to know, that Iâm going to get used to.â
âI know. And I understand that,â he responds, turning to face you now. âPeople bring out parts of ourselves that we didnât know we had. Or forgotten we had.â
âI guess. Iâve just⌠Iâve just never had a proper relationship before, you know? Iâve dated people but there were sides of me I didnât wanna show, and there were things that I couldnât really bring myself to do.â
âSuch as?â
âLingering,â you say after a beat of silence. âLittle forms of affection that you mindlessly do,â you continue, fiddling with his fingers. âAnd meeting the parents. That was always too much for me.â
âWell, youâve met mine,â he points out. âYou knew them before you even knew me.â
Thereâs no bitterness in his voice but youâre reminded of the secret you kept, and that itâs something you still havenât really acknowledged.
âIâm sorry about keeping that from you,â you bow your head. âI didnât plan on deceiving you or anything. And I didnât think it mattered. It only did once I started liking you. And I got too caught up with what I felt that I didnât tell you right away.â
âHey, you had your reasons,â he nudges your knee so youâd look at him. You look up and see the softness in his eyes. âAnd Iâll never fault you for them. You did what you had to do and Iâm just glad you stayed long enough for us to meet again. I admit I⌠I thought that maybe you mistook your feelings for loyalty. That you cared because you thought you had to. And Iâm sorry I did.â
âYou had your reasons, too,â you answer. âAnd Iâm sorry thatâs what you thought after I kept it all from you. But it wasnât hard to care about you, Jungkook,â you smile now. âWhat was hard was stopping myself from doing so. Even your parents noticed that. I guess I donât have to prove that to them anymore. Iâd like to think that with all the talks I had with your father, they already approve of me being with their son.â
His shy smile makes you feel giddy, as he bites his lip and the little dip on his cheek turns up.Â
âWell, I hope that your mom approves of me being with her daughter after that one talk with her,â he says worriedly.Â
âAfter expressing your feelings for me like that? Of course she does,â you giggle. âShe told me not to go back to the house unless Iâm with you so⌠yes, she definitely approves.â
âThatâs a relief. I mean, after everything I put you through?â
His face falls a little and youâre starting to learn that he needs assurance every once in a while. So you give it to him, as you surprise him by sitting on his lap and cupping his face with your hands.Â
âWe put each other through a lot but weâre together now,â you remind him. âWeâre done with being idiots.â
âWe are,â he chuckles, agreeing with Yoongi and Mr. Ri who fondly and frustratingly called you that. âBut your mother might be serious about not welcoming you back there until Iâm with you so letâs schedule that trip, okay? Maybe I could meet her husband, too?â
âTheyâre not actually married,â you sigh, shifting so that youâre leaning on his chest now. âTheyâve been together for over 10 years and Min-woo has even proposed but she doesnât think marrying is necessary. Theyâre committed, theyâre happy, she treats Yoon-chae and Yeo-jin like her daughters. This⌠this family is all they need, not a marriage. Plus, itâs quite expensive to do that and sheâs just being practical.â
 âDo you agree with her?â
âI guess,â you shrug. âI mean, what else is stronger than love? Than committing your whole self to that person?â
âCommitting the rest of your life to them,â Jungkook responds.
He knows itâs not easy though. Heâd seen his parents drift apart but he also saw them stand by each other after all that. Maybe they had to because thatâs what commitment means - itâs an obligation, a duty; it gives the person no choice but to stay. But then again, after speaking to them more regularly these past weeks, heâs seen their little acts of care and support for each other, of understanding and trust. Perhaps commitment is also that devotion, that promise and constancy, that tangibility of connection and permanence. Â
âMaybe,â you hum. âI think itâs just a fear that she never really got over. Her parents divorced. My biological father had plans of marrying her only to leave before I was born. She says she doesnât want to taint what she already has with Min-woo over some symbolic act thatâs hurt her twice before. And I donât blame her. Things hurt us and then⌠we just get scared. Itâs human nature, I think.â
âThatâs true. I⌠Iâm proof of that,â he whispers, as if in shame.Â
âSo am I,â you utter, shifting now so you can look at him again in assurance. âIt wasnât even my pain I carried; it was hers. But that still kept me from accepting good things. I was scared to open myself up, I was scared to loveâŚâ
Love. Itâs a foreign word to you in the context of romance. Itâs something that seemed easy to understand but you realized that feeling it isnât. Nor is finding it. You know youâve never felt anything like how Jungkook makes you feel, and you wonder if love is something like this, and if itâs something that he feels, too.
âI get it,â he looks away. âItâs not easy to do nor is it easy to take. You never know if youâre good enough for it or if you deserve it. I learned that the hard way, and I still donât think IâŚâ he trails, shaking his head, as if itâs too much or too soon for him to say.Â
You suppose it is. You donât know much about his relationships but you do remember Taehyung mentioning an ex-girlfriend before, someone whom Jungkook seemed to have loved so much, given the heartbreak he suffered through after the breakup. You wonder if heâll ever talk about her, or if it even matters. Heâs already let you in, and you donât want to give him a reason to shut you out or feel like youâre intruding. Your relationships are hard to talk about, too, not because they hurt you but because you feel ashamed of them. There are crevices in your heart that you want to leave untouched; you suppose that so does he.
âItâs okay,â you tell him, hoping heâd look at you again.Â
He eventually does, the softness on his face returning when you tell him you understand. He nods and smiles, pulling you close for a languid kiss, his grip on your waist tightening as you match his slow place.Â
Jungkook feels you smile against his lips. Whatever heaviness he felt earlier as he talked about love, something heâs been afraid to have again after he shunned it away, disappears.Â
Thatâs what kissing you does to him, heâs learning now. It makes the pain hurt less. It makes him forget about his burdens. It makes him feel something he hasnât in a long time. It makes him hope that heâs capable of doing right by you this time.Â
And with how you hug him tightly after you pull away to breathe, he knows that kissing you gives him that strength to face whatever it is heâs still afraid of, and that youâll stand by him until heâs ready.
You watch Jungkook from next to your closet as you wear your slip-on dress, a practical outfit given your shopping plans this afternoon. Youâve gone back to your apartment for a change of clothes and to bring some back to his place, and you left him in your living room as you packed your stuff from several meters away.Â
He stands by your couch, hands in his pockets as he looks at your photos on the shelf. He has a faraway look in his eyes, one thatâs different from the times he zones out and temporarily escapes to somewhere in his head. You wonder what specific photo heâs focused on and what heâs thinking, so you walk over to him and stand on his side.Â
Itâs the one of you in your uniform during your first day at your new school in Busan. You donât remember much from that day but your mom said you were shy to make friends. She told you that she was going to just be around because she worked there, too. You smiled just like she asked as she knelt down next to you while a moment marking your new life in a new town was being memorialized.Â
You donât recall taking that many pictures growing up but apparently she did, as she gave you a box of them when you moved back to Seoul on your own. They were all memories from a past you either couldnât remember or tried hard to forget, but somehow she kept the good ones, perhaps to remind you that in the midst of all that nightmare, she did her best to keep you safe and happy.
âYou have your motherâs smile,â Jungkook says. âItâs very warm and encouraging. I get it now, why my father thought you were just like her. Youâve always had this tenderness ever since you were young.â
âI guess,â you hum. âWhoâd know the pain underneath all that, right?â
âIâm sorry for what you had to go through,â he turns to you, feeling that tinge of pain in recalling what you experienced as a child.Â
âAnd Iâm sorry for what it did to your family,â you sigh, an apology that took you this long to give.
âIt wasnât your fault,â he responds, turning his gaze back to the photo. âI let the resentment get to me. I guess⌠my parents didnât deserve that.â
âIt doesnât change the fact that you were hurt, Jungkook. Your parents will always carry that with them. But they⌠they saved us. They helped us get away,â you remind him.Â
âI know. You get to be next to me because of them and that⌠thatâs helped me alot,â he admits. âIt helped me understand and forgive.â
âThatâs good. Iâm sure that means everything to them.â
Thereâs silence as his eyes remain focused on the photo, and you wonder what else heâs thinking, if thereâs anything else heâs sorry or thankful for.
âIâm trying so hard to remember meeting you that day,â he finally says, with a hint of desperation in his voice. âIâve buried so many memories and this is the one I wish I kept but I⌠I canât because itâs gone. I hate that it is.â
âIâve been trying to remember you, too,â you respond. âI almost didnât believe my mom when she said that weâve met before. She never told me about it but she said it slipped her mind. It was a long time ago and so much happened that day. Seeing you with that chocopie triggered that memory, I guess. We donât really talk about that time anymore. And I hate that itâs buried somewhere in my mind. But itâs a nice thought, isnât it?â You turn to him. âWe met all those years ago and we never knew. But I kept you with me in the form of a dessert that I still absolutely love, that I eat whenever Iâm sad or alone or upset. Connections arenât fleeting, Iâm sure of it now. Youâre proof of that.â Â
He returns your look, one of sadness but acceptance. Itâs one of those things youâre both going to have to deal with, as all the truths about your past come to light. You hope you can just focus on the good things from now on, and with how his lips slowly turn up in a smile, you think that so does he.
âThatâs true,â he hums. âYou stuck it out for me without even knowing. Thatâs⌠thatâs pretty special.â
âIt is,â you say, wrapping your arms around his waist for a hug and hearing him release a breath when you do. He returns the affection immediately, and realizing that itâs something you both naturally give to and receive from each other makes you smile. âItâs as if there was some invisible string that kept pulling me towards you. Itâs kinda stubborn like me, I think.â
Itâs a thought you hold close to your heart. Youâre not really one who believes in fate, but with Jungkook, itâs easy to fall into it. You canât help but think that beyond the debt you felt you had to pay, you unknowingly stayed in the company for another reason, and perhaps thatâs so you could meet him and remember it this time.Â
You held out so you could build something with him, so you could learn to want to be free, and then want it enough to finally put yourself first. Youâre only able to be with him because of that choice, and despite what it took for you to get here, itâs that same string thatâs keeping you from regretting all your decisions.Â
He responds with a soft kiss on your lips, one that you quickly melt into. The tender moment is slightly disrupted when he kneads your ass, something youâre also learning heâs quite fond of doing, causing you to yelp in surprise and laugh in response. But he just giggles and says he canât help it. He buries his face in your neck, the feel of him so close warming your insides as he seems to crave that proximity, too.
His phone ringing prompts him to pull away, and you let him go once he greets his mother on the other line.Â
âHello, my dear,â she chirps. âHow are you feeling today? Your father told me that you left the Arts Center quite early last night.â
âUh, yeah, I did,â he hums, sitting on the couch now while he watches you finish your packing. âI was just tired from all the socializing.â
âI understand. I can imagine how exhausted you must feel. Were you able to get some rest?â
âSort of,â he answers, smiling internally at how the night went.Â
Sure, there was a bit of rest, if he counts the four hours of sleep he had because he just couldnât get enough of you. Even when he was spent from all that you did, heâd just take you in his arms and all you had to do was smile at him or softly kiss his lips and then he wanted to go another round.Â
He supposes that all the built-up tension and months of holding himself back had just exploded, and he wants every opportunity he could have to show you how much you mean to him.
âWell, even then, I was hoping youâre free for dinner tonight,â his mother says. âThink of it as a celebration now that your big project is completed.â
âI, uh, Iâm kinda busy tonight,â he responds. âMaybe we can have dinner another time?â
âWhat else could you possibly be busy with this time?â She asks, but she doesnât sound offended.Â
Thereâs a tone of acceptance in her voice. Jungkook knows sheâs used to this, but he doesnât want this to continue being a norm. He genuinely wants to make time for them, and itâs something you encouraged him to do, too. But heâs still caught up with his new reality with you, so he decides to be honest instead.
âBeing with ___,â he admits. âWe finally talked and we, uh, we spent the night together. And weâre going out today.â
âOh, thatâs amazing news,â she sighs in relief. âYour father can breathe easy now. And he can finally claim to be a matchmaker,â she chuckles.
Jungkook hears his old man in the background say that it took 20 years but heâll take it.
âIs he next to you?â Jungkook laughs.Â
âHe is,â she responds. âHe said he saw ___ last night and she was looking for you, but he wasnât sure how to ask you how it went. So he asked me to invite you to dinner and see if you had plans and well, weâre glad you do.â
âYeah, we just have a lot to make up for,â he explains, glancing at you. âIf you were serious about a celebratory dinner then we can have it another day. Is that okay?â
âOf course, my dear,â she responds. âWhat about next weekend?â
âIâll confirm with her and let you know.â
âAlright, son. Well, we donât want to keep you,â his mother says. âYou and ___ have a good day, okay? Weâll see you soon.â
You watch Jungkook smile through the conversation with his parents, something you assume hasnât happened in years. Itâs nice to see him slowly start to mend their relationship. And though you want him to spend time with them, you also canât help but want to have him all to yourself, and staying in where he promised to cook you his speciality for dinner is how you want to spend your Saturday evening.
The thought excites you. Everything that happened last night just intensified your desire for him. For months, the affection you felt towards him slowly developed. And for months after, you tried to downplay it and hold yourself back from all you could feel. Now, you get to have him in all the ways you want, and itâs overwhelming. What once was a battle of conflicting emotions in your head and heart has been replaced with an overflow of them - all good ones, and itâs a new experience.Â
Itâs a new experience being able to talk about the things that hurt you, that scared you, that you dream about, just like you did last night while you sat on the couch. Itâs new being entangled with someone under soft sheets and actually wanting to stay. Itâs new sharing a meal with someone while you talk about your plans for the day, and then holding their hand while they drive later on. Itâs a new experience welcoming someone into your home and imagining spending days with them here.Â
Itâs also a new experience being able to openly ogle them, like what youâre doing now as you gaze at Jungkook sitting on your couch, phone still in hand as he now talks to Seokjin on the phone.Â
Heâs donned in a pair of jeans and plain white shirt with a baseball cap on, a casual ensemble that still has you melting because of how comfortable he looks. The thin, silver chain is an unexpected accessory, and he said itâs something heâs always had but rarely wore. But upon seeing your satisfied look, he said heâll wear it from now on. The way he smirked at you plays in your head, and with how heâs got his legs splayed out and his hand behind his head, you start to feel that familiar knot in your belly. You turn around before you get tempted to do anything. And while youâre free to do so, some self-discipline wouldnât hurt.Â
Youâre not pressed for time so you let him continue with his call. Based on what you hear, heâs updating his best friends about what happened last night, and his groans tell you that theyâre probably teasing him about it. Affectionately, you assume.Â
You decide to water your plants while waiting. It's been days. Some leaves have started to dry up so you remove those, too. Youâre focused on what youâre doing and jerk in surprise when you feel Jungkookâs arms wrap around your waist. But you settle in his hold immediately, leaning on his chest and humming in contentment now that your plants look better and more alive.Â
âSorry I kept you waiting,â he says, his chin resting on your shoulder now.Â
âItâs alright,â you reply. âHow did the talk with your parents go? And your friends?â
âAll fine. My parents want to have dinner and the guys want to go to a club,â he sighs. âBut I said youâre my priority right now and not them, so they just have to wait until Iâm free, which probably wonât be for a while since we have plans and all.â
âAnd what are those plans?â You turn around and ask.Â
âI donât know, weâll just have to make them.â
You playfully shake your head and lay your hands on his chest, a habit you think youâre going to develop with the way he constantly pulls you close.Â
âWe could make plans with them,â you say softly. âNot unless you, uh, donât want to.â
âDonât be silly,â he frowns. âOf course I do. I just donât want to impose and have you spend time with my family and friends if you donât want to.â
âWhy wonât I want to?â You frown back. âPlus, thatâs part of being with you, isnât it? Spending time with the people you care about?â
âIt is,â he smiles. âSo, uh, what do you think about next Saturday? We can have dinner with my parents then go out with the guys and then say weâre tired so we can leave early?â
âThatâs⌠thatâs quite the plan,â you laugh.Â
âOr we could just reschedule time with Seokjin and Taehyung. Theyâll understand.â
âIâm fine with that, too,â you nod. âAnd then maybe we could also, uh, make the trip to Daegu and I can properly introduce you to my family?âÂ
âThat sounds good,â he nods. âAnd what about your friends? That is, if they want to spend time with me. And by they, I mean Jimin.â
You snort in response to Jungkook's statement, which heâs not wrong for making. The last time they were in the same room together, you felt the tension through the roof.Â
âHeâs just being protective, as he should,â you explain. âHeâs seen me date men who turned out to be shitty and he just wants to make sure Iâm treated well. And that Iâm happy. And I am, so heâll be fine.â
âAre you sure thatâs all?â Jungkook questions.
âYes,â you assure him. âWeâve been best friends for 20 years. Itâs natural to be cautious about people. At least he is because Iâm clearly not.â
âOkay,â he hums. âWeâll make plans, then. And then we can go to one of our properties in Gwangju. And Jeju. And anywhere you want to go to. We could fly to Japan or Europe or wherever, really.â
âAlright, one at a time,â you chuckle, the mix of excitement and nervousness filling you up. âLetâs not forget that I have a budget and limited leaves.â
âWhich weâll work out,â he says, adding that heâs definitely not going to make you spend a single cent. âBut we could also just stay in or go to a park or watch movies. Anything, really.â
Thereâs a sadness in his eyes that you recognize, like this admission of longing that he doesnât want to acknowledge. You soften as you caress his face, wanting him to know that whatever it is he wants to do, you want to do all of those with him, too.
âI⌠I donât know when the last time was that I actually looked forward to the weekend,â he admits. âI didnât actually like it, only because I was forced to not work. And I always wanted to work. It⌠it made me forget how lonely I really was.â
He looks away, as he reveals a part of him that heâs never shared to anyone.Â
It wasnât always like this. His teenage years were filled with holidays with his parents and weekends in their scenic properties despite the distance he felt from them. But he couldnât wait to grow up, to be independent and live life his way. He studied hard and by the time he was in university, he was working at the company already, eager to learn and earn money, something he continued to do when he did his postgraduate studies in Singapore.Â
But he had Chaerin then, and his life was filled with excitement and happiness. There was always something to do, something to look forward to, until he lost it all and became a shell of who he was. There was so much void within that continued to get larger the more he spent time on his own after the breakup.Â
He worked even harder because he didnât know what to do with his time. He bought useless things because he didnât know what to do with his money. He went to clubs and slept around because he didnât want to be alone with his thoughts, only so he wouldnât be faced with the reality that he wasnât happy, that all the things he wanted - a sense of purpose, a hand to hold - were out of his reach.
The Arts Center was his saving grace. It gave his life meaning, as he sought meaning through it. And thatâs what allowed him to be here with you. In building something for others, he realized how strong his desire for intimacy was, and how much he wanted to experience the world with someone, to share in its joys and difficulties, to learn what more he could give and get from it. And youâre everything tangible that used to just be a blur to him.
In building something for you, he realized how much he wants you to be happy, how much he wants you to always be safe. And he gets to be that person who makes it happen.Â
Itâs barely been a day but he supposes itâs why he canât get enough of you, why he constantly reaches out, needing to know youâre next to him and not some image he conjured in his mind. Itâs why he wants to make all these plans, so he could experience all the things heâs wanted but was always afraid to feel because of the fear of losing it one day.Â
âThere are so many places I want to explore and I want us to do them together,â you whisper, tilting his chin so he faces you again. âThere are all these things I want to try and experience, even some things I usually do on my own that I want to share with you. I get you, Jungkook. I let days pass me by. All I did was look forward to something I didnât even know. Now I know what I want, and that includes having them with you.â
His eyes soften as you utter the words, with your fingers tracing his face as if to see if heâs real, too, and if happiness is something that you can finally touch.Â
âYou donât have to feel alone anymore,â you continue. âAnd I donât have to feel that way, either, because youâre there. I want you to always be there.â
âI will,â he smiles, gently pressing his lips onto yours. âAnd we can do whatever you want.â
âOkay. A ghost tour is on my list,â you say, thinking to lighten the mood.
âIt is, huh?â He laughs. âI mean, sure. I can definitely protect you.â
âYou mean, I can protect you,â you counter.Â
â___, Iâm scared of thunder, not ghosts. I think Iâll be fine,â he chuckles.Â
âAnd Iâm scared of the living, not the dead, so Iâll be fine, too,â you point out. âIâve always wanted to try it but I didnât want a spirit to latch onto me because I was alone.â
âI donât think thatâs how it goes,â he playfully shakes his head. âBut sure, we can do that. Anything else?â
âHmm. Something outdoors? I⌠I really liked it when we were at your lake house and we sat on the rocks by the stream,â you reminisce. âIt was very peaceful and it was just nice being out there.â
âDid you like it when you had your arms around me during the ATV ride, too?â He smirks. âBecause I did.â
âIt was bumpy,â you pout. âI should drive it next time and you can be my passenger.â
âGotta learn how to drive first,â he teases. âHow come you never learned?â
âBecause it didnât seem practical to learn and not have a car to drive,â you reason. âIâll just forget it so I never bothered. Probably when Iâm in my forties and I can afford to buy one.â
âOr I can get you one.â
He looks at you like heâs serious, and he probably is. So you draw the line before he thinks itâs okay for him to do that.
âYou wonât. I will not accept it,â you say sternly. âAnd you will not buy me anything of that kind.â
âFine. But I can buy you other things like jewelry and clothes andââ
âJungkook, you know I donât like you for your money, right?â You frown. âI know weâre leagues apart in terms of wealth and Iââ
âI know,â he says, pulling open your crossed arms and wrapping them around him again. âIâm just saying that I want to buy you things because I like you. Itâs⌠just a way for me to show you how I feel. No cars, I promise.â
âGood. Iâm not gonna be able to drive it anyway,â you laugh.
âI can always teach you,â he says. âItâs still a good skill to have, you know?â
âHmm, maybe one of these days,â you smile.Â
âSo in the meantime, I can get you something else. Maybe something for work? Please?â
He uses his doe-eyes to convince you, and it doesnât take much. You suppose that for someone whoâs not always good with words, buying you things is a way for him to make up for it. He built you a library, after all. Youâre not always good with words, either, but perhaps accepting what he gives is a way for you to show him how you feel, too, among other things.Â
âFine,â you give in. âJust one thing.â
You find yourself hours later in a boutique shop on a quiet street in Incheon.Â
You and Jungkook agreed that doing your shopping in the neighboring city will keep you from running into people that you donât want knowing about your relationship at this point, such as the management support team or anyone else, really.Â
You went to a shopping center after the hour-long drive. You opted for mid-range brands that offered comfortable basics, stocking up on slacks and tops to match the blazers and coats that you already have. You picked some flowy skirts and dresses, too, while Jungkook convinced you to get some of the statement pieces that caught your eye.Â
He was an engaged companion, carrying your basket as you walked around and then finding you when you wandered too far. He gave approving nods whenever you showed something to him, surprising you when heâd comment that you already have a similar colored top. He looked embarrassed then, when he explained that you had outfits that stuck with him. You admitted that so did you, with his charcoal and navy suits as your favorites.Â
He sported that shy smile again, a sight you never thought youâd one day be spoiled with. It always gave you a kind of comfort that youâve never felt before, and you suppose itâs why you wanted to keep seeing it. Doing this with him today has given you that same feeling, especially when heâd look at you satisfied and say that he really likes how the outfit looks on you.Â
You passed on the premium outlet shopping center, stating your case to Jungkook that youâre not one to wear luxury brands to a place as constant as your workplace. And while you agreed to him buying you something, you said you preferred it to be one of quality, and not just because it was expensive. Which is why youâre currently in this local boutique store selling the prettiest shoes youâve ever seen. Â
The name sounds familiar, and you remember going through some fashion magazines at Taehyungâs shop and seeing this listed on a best new brands list. Deservingly so, it seems, as the collection before you boasts of a variety of simple and statement designs that look soft and comfortable, too. Youâre particularly drawn to the colored ones, since you could never wear those styles before. Your recommended outfits only allowed basic and muted colors, so your black and nude pumps were your go-to. And while youâll still be wearing those, you definitely want a pair that would stand out. Or two.Â
âSee anything you like?â Jungkook breaks through your thoughts.Â
You turn to him with a sparkle in your eyes as you nod shyly.Â
âSee anything you really like?â He chuckles as he walks towards you and you nod again.Â
âTell me,â he urges.
You get the ones that caught your eye - a pair of orange satin pumps and these olive green suede heels with ankle straps. You love the hues and how theyâll contrast some of your neutral-colored outfits, but right now, you donât know which one you want more.
âI canât choose between these two,â you say, scrunching your eyebrows.Â
âEasy. We get both of them,â Jungkook replies as he asks the staff to get your size.Â
He stands in front of you as you try each pair, his eyes following you as you walk around the store and check yourself in the mirror. He softens at your smile as you look at your reflection. Thereâs wonder in it, and heâs glad that heâs able to give this to you, of all things. Itâs cliche but those shoes will take you to places; he looks forward to being next to you when they do.Â
He giggles when you wear one of each pair and keep turning positions to see how you look in them.Â
âHey, Iâm serious,â he says. âWe can get both of them. You can even get more.â
âBut I donât want you to spoil me,â you pout.Â
âBut I will,â he insists, standing in front of you now. âI liked the smile you had earlier. I want to keep making you smile like that. And no, I donât think youâre being materialistic or anything,â he adds before you unnecessarily defend yourself. âTheyâre pretty things and I want to give them to you.â
âFine,â you pout again. âDo you like them, at least?â
âTheyâre nice,â he compliments.
âJust nice?â You frown. âThatâs what you said the first time you saw me in a dress.âÂ
Your teasing smile makes him laugh, but it somehow comforts him. He remembers that day clearly, when you accompanied him to Taehyungâs shop to fit the suits made for him, and you tried on the gowns that his best friend made for you, too. Seeing you in that burgundy attire made his heart drop, and thatâs whatâs been happening every single time that he sees you all dressed up. He didnât think youâd remember but apparently, it stuck with you.Â
âItâs not like I could say that you looked stunning then, now could I?â He cocks an eyebrow.Â
âSo thatâs what you thought, huh?â You nibble your lower lip.
âAlways,â he responds. âItâs been hard keeping myself together ever since.â
The heat rushes to your cheeks at his confession, and for all the times you cursed yourself for being unprofessional for finding him attractive, you at least donât feel too bad now that he thought the same.Â
âThat makes both of us,â you smirk, liking how he playfully shakes his head and turns away.
He wants to kiss you right now but he knows itâs not the time nor place.Â
âSo, both of these shoes, then?â He confirms. âAre you sure you only want two?â
âYes. Youâve spoiled me enough already,â you state.Â
He concedes, even if he really wants to buy you more. He wants to shower you with so many things but he doesnât want to overwhelm you with that side of him just yet, so heâll take things slow for now.Â
He walks with you to the counter where he pays for the shoes. He sees the sparkle in your eyes when he takes the shopping bags from the staff and thereâs something so wholesome about how you look that has his insides warming up.Â
âYou like them, too, right?â You ask as you both walk out the store to head back to the car.Â
âOf course,â he hums. âTheyâre pretty and you like them. Plus, I saw the reviews that said the shoes are comfortable and sturdy. And you need that. I canât have you tripping yourself because of unstable heels and then falling into the arms of some man again. I wonât be there to catch you anymore.â
âHey,â you pull his arm to get his attention, frowning at him when he turns to you at the reminder of that Arts Center incident. âThat was one time.â
âYou trip on yourself when youâre on the ladder, too,â he points out. âAnd Iâm always there breaking your fall.â
âAnd why are you?â You cock an eyebrow. âYou always had your eyes on me, didnât you, Mr. Jeon?â
âCouldnât help it, even if I wasnât supposed to,â he says. âI just found myself always looking out for you. And you just happened to be tripping a few of those times.â
You laugh in response because heâs not wrong, but itâs also a way for you to tell him itâs okay. You suppose you werenât the only one paying attention because he seemed to do that a lot with you. And the more you think about it, the more you realize that the feelings you once doubted were sincere have been present all this time. But he held himself back, just like you did. He tried not to cross the line because he knew it wouldnât be right until you did, and all he wanted was to keep you close so he could be there for you. Because the moment he knew what was keeping you there, he made the difficult decision of letting you go.Â
You smile at the thought, learning now that when it comes to you, Jungkook is attentive. Heâs protective and he wants to make you happy, to shower you with gifts, to make you experience good things in life because itâs his way of expressing his feelings. You may be starting a new job that requires you to be apart from him, but in his own ways, heâs still looking out for you.Â
You want to carry him with you as you take on a new challenge, too. And youâll look back on today as a way for you to do that. Itâs in the shoes that he bought for you; itâs in his company and patience as you went around looking for clothes earlier; itâs in the experience of doing something together.Â
A sigh of relief escapes you as you settle in the passenger seat. Itâs been tiring but also really fun, and you smile again at the thought of being able to do this for yourself.Â
Since your first visit at Rkive Publishing, youâve been envisioning how youâd look and how your days were going to be. It filled you with excitement seeing that image of you in your mind - dressed in clothes that made you feel comfortable but powerful, in an environment that was challenging but exhilarating, in a place that didnât make you feel stuck or constrained. It truly feels like a new beginning, and you didnât realize that the simple act of shopping could make you see yourself differently, that it could make your approach to work feel more relaxed.
âI didnât know you enjoyed shopping that much,â Jungkook says. âGuess weâll have to do that again.â
âI didnât know, too,â you chuckle. âBut I think itâs more than that,â you turn to him with a soft smile. âI donât think Iâve ever really shopped for a full wardrobe before. All my office clothes were hand-me-downs from my mom when I started working and I just gradually bought my own over the years. But now I get to buy all these new things for what I feel like is a new chapter in my life, you know? It sounds silly but Iâm pretty sentimental about it.â
âItâs not silly,â he replies. âYouâre doing something that you chose, that youâre happy with. That means everything.â
His eyes soften and you realize that you havenât really talked about your resignation. And with all your excitement for your new job, the last thing you want is for you to think that you felt burdened by working for him.
âJungkook, I⌠Iâm sorry for resigning when I did,â you start, earning you a shake of his head. âI donât want you to think that I wasnât happy working for the company. Because I had great moments, and you were one of them,â you explain.Â
He nods as he takes in your words, and you take his hand to tell him you mean them.Â
âIt was hard at first but I stuck it out because it felt ungrateful of me to leave,â you continue. âThings got better when I was under Hoseok but there was always that feeling that I didnât deserve everything, even if I was giving all of myself to the job. And that was all on me. I realized that I was the one who couldnât move on from my past. And I just constantly felt stuck. Working hard was all I knew how to do until I didnât know myself anymore but you⌠You helped me realize what I was missing. You helped me realize what I could be.â
âHow?â He asks.
âThe Arts Center,â you say. âLearning about why you wanted to build it showed me that itâs what I wanted, too - to create meaning, to connect people to something, to experience something tangible that could stay with us. You were so passionate about it and I wanted to be passionate about something just like you. And Iâm sorry I had to leave because of that. And well, I also really like you and it didnât feel right to stay any longer after what happened.â
âI didnât realize that it meant that much to you,â he responds, caressing your hand now.Â
âIt did. It still does. Being there last night made me feel so many things, especially the library,â you say. âI think Iâll need time to really soak everything in.â
âWe can do that tomorrow,â he suggests. âItâll be open until late all weekend and we can go around if you want.â
âIâd really like that,â you smile at him.Â
He smiles back but thereâs still that tinge of sadness in his eyes, and you continue looking at him to urge him to say what he wants to say.Â
âI shouldâve asked you why you wanted to leave instead of asking you to stay,â he sighs. âI probably wouldâve understood. I mean I⌠Iâm working for my family and itâs all Iâll ever do. Iâve lost myself in it, too. I know itâs not the same but I guess thatâs why constructing the Arts Center mattered that much to me. It was different. I felt like it was the only way I could find meaning in what I was doing, something that went beyond my duties to my family. I⌠I learned what I wanted to be for someone, too, because of you. So I understand why you have to do this for yourself, ___,â he turns to you with an assuring look. âAfter everything settled, I knew that leaving would be the only way for you to be truly happy because then, you get to do something for yourself. And I just want you to know that I really want this for you, too. Iâm just glad I get to be next to you like this.â
You feel your eyes turn glassy. You hadnât realized just how much you needed to hear that from him. And given all the new experiences and challenges youâll be facing, having someone to hold your hand and tell you that things will be okay makes it more meaningful. You wonât be going through things on your own anymore. And you get to tell him that he wonât, either.Â
His smile tells you that he understands, and itâs one that you mirror.
âYour new boss seems nice,â Jungkook says as he looks back on the road. âHe called me one day and asked about you.â
âNamjoon did say he spoke with you,â you respond. âAnd yes, heâs very kind. He rambles a lot but heâs just very passionate about books and literature. Iâm sure Iâll learn so much from him.â
âThatâs good. Itâs a new industry so itâs important to have a mentor like him,â Jungkook hums. âJust, you know, donât trip and fall into his arms or something.â
âThat is not going to happen,â you laugh. âAre you jealous?â You nudge him. âAre you the jealous type?â
âNo,â he frowns.Â
âGood. You have nothing to be worried about, okay? He has nice dimples but I like yours better,â you tease.Â
He pouts at you but you just kiss his cheek to appease him, your own affection surprising you. You find yourself constantly showing it to him, wanting him to know how you feel instead of words you donât think youâll be able to say.Â
âAre you the jealous type?â He asks now.
âI actually donât know,â you wonder.Â
Your past relationships werenât really exclusive so you didnât have a reason to be jealous.Â
âWe should go to a club and see,â he says.Â
âHey,â you whine. âAll the women will flock to you.â
âAnd who says the men wonât flock to you?â He arches an eyebrow. âYouâre the one that people fall for.â
âAnd youâre not?â
â___, Iâve slept with women but letâs not pretend they wanted to be with me,â he chuckles.Â
âMaybe they did, and you just never gave them a chance,â you reason.
âWell, I never let them stay long enough to know,â he shrugs. âItâs not something I do, and itâs not something I ask of them.â
But you asked me to, you donât say. You remember the look of rejection in his eyes that night at his office and how you turned him away. Perhaps to him, youâre also someone he was willing to crawl out of his walls for, and for a time, he thought you didnât want him enough.Â
You promise yourself that youâll make it a point to show him that you always do, whether itâs through words or actions but especially through your way of opening up yourself to him completely.Â
You nudge his hand thatâs still in yours, prompting him to look at you.Â
âIâm here to stay,â you tell him, wanting him to feel the weight of your words because you donât do that for anyone, either. âIâm not going anywhere.â
You say it almost in a whisper, like itâs a promise you want him to know youâll always keep. He lifts your hand to his lips and he kisses it, a way to let you know that heâs not going anywhere, too. Heâll keep holding your hand wherever you or he goes because he knows that right next to you is where he wants to be.
Itâs a very intimate act, and itâs barely been a day but heâs done so many of those already with you, including expressing his honest and sentimental feelings. He supposes itâs all the time heâs held back. Or maybe all the years that he kept himself from feeling and showing any of that.Â
But you have each other to share those with now and he hopes that however he chooses to show them to you, youâll understand and accept them and like you said, youâll stay and not go anywhere.Â
You spend the rest of the car ride back to Seoul talking about the posts and articles being written about the Arts Center. You go on social media and read them out to Jungkook, warming at how softly he smiles with every compliment from the visitors and artists. Even if you werenât there during the ceremony last night, youâre glad that youâre at least able to celebrate with him from this day forward.Â
You arrive at a supermarket and let Jungkook take the lead. But while heâs buying to fill up his fridge and pantry, heâs taken it upon himself to make sure you have everything you need and want, too.Â
He picks up the coffee pods and grounds that you mentioned you like. He asks you for your preferred snacks and desserts on top of the chocopie that he gets boxes of. He lets you choose your skincare and bath products. He grabs containers of side dishes and an array of meat and vegetables, as well as a sack of rice. There are other ingredients he gets and before you know it, youâve got a cart filled to the brim and a satisfied man pushing it to the counter.Â
He pays for his purchases and you realize just how much heâs actually bought.
âAre you throwing a party that I donât know of?â You tease, as he hauls all the groceries in his trunk. âThatâs a lot of shopping for one person.â
âI, uh, I was hoping to have you stay over during the weekends,â he says shyly. âI mean, we can also stay at your place if youâre okay with us being there. But I just thought about buying a lot of what we want when we stay in and stuff.â
âAre you bribing me with food so that Iâll spend more nights with you?â You cock an eyebrow.
âYes? Well, Iâd like to think Iâm good company, too,â he chuckles. âAnd that youâd, uh, want to spend time with me. Is it too much?â
âOf course not,â you say. âItâs sweet actually, how youâre making a space for me in your home. And you donât have to bribe me, you know? The place is good, the companyâs good,â and whispering in his ear, you add, âthe sex is good. I⌠Iâd like to spend time with you, too.â
âThatâs comforting,â he laughs as you both head inside the car. âAlthough Iâd prefer for that last one to be more than good.â
âHmm. Good thing you have tonight to show me, then,â you teasingly smile.Â
He groans as he playfully shakes his head, this bold version of you still flustering him. But he wants to tease back, so he turns to you and pulls your face close to him. He gives you a deep kiss before booping your nose with his.
âJust make sure to keep up, yeah?â He answers.Â
âRude,â you gasp, earning you a laugh. âItâs not my fault you donât get tired.â
âItâs not my fault that you do.â
Your pout makes him want to erase it with a kiss so thatâs what he does again, and he likes that he can do this over and over, as many times as he wants.Â
âIâm kidding. Iâll do whatever you want,â he smiles. âJust as long as it makes you feel good.â
Youâre only able to nod now, not wanting to provoke him any further because another word of him telling you what he can do is gonna cause you to spiral.Â
The sun is still out by the time you arrive at his penthouse with everything you bought for the day. He insists on having your clothes washed - a perk he has as owner of the building, and you give in. He says itâs so theyâre all ready for you next week, and youâre once again reminded of this thoughtful side of him. Sure, money helps, but you suppose itâs easy for a rich man to just think of what conveniences him but not others. In many ways, heâs shown you that heâs more than that. Youâre able to see it all up close now, and you canât help but like him even more.Â
After he hands your bag of clothes to the butler, he heads to the kitchen where he says heâs going to prepare dinner. You follow him and look on curiously as he brings out a few of the ingredients you bought earlier.
âWhatâs on the menu?â You ask, sitting on the counter right next to where heâs got his work space laid out.
âBuckwheat noodles with my special sauce,â he answers. âAnd some boiled pork.â
âThat sounds delicious,â you hum. âAnd here I thought you hire people to cook for you.â
âCanât really call someone over at 2AM to make me dinner, can I?â He laughs.Â
âWhy would you have dinner at 2AM?!â
âBecause itâs how I am,â he shrugs. âI mean, sometimes I have dinner out. Some nights Iâm so tired from work so I take a nap and wake up at odd hours, or Iâd just work all night and realize I havenât eaten so I make something then. Meat is easy to grill, noodles are quick to make, but for you, Iâm making special versions.â
âI feel special already,â you giggle. âBut thatâs not healthy, Jungkook,â you turn serious. âMeal time is meal time and rest time is rest time. You always work so hard, you need to take a break and not overdo yourself.â
âI know. You used to tell me that all the time,â he smiles softly. âIt was nice to hear, and I listened to you. I guess those were the only times when I let myself take a breath. You were pretty stubborn about it.â
âBecause you were a hard-head about it,â you frown. âSo much for being protective of me when you couldnât even look out for yourself.â
âI know, thatâs why you were there,â he points out. âAnd you were the same, so thatâs why I was there for you, too. We, uh, I guess we complemented each other that way.âÂ
âI guess,â you smile now.Â
Thereâs some sadness in that thought, though, at how you both went on years just focusing on your respective jobs individually and not having much you share with others. Sure, you had your friends and so did he, but in the silence of your own homes, you lived through every day just waiting for the next, not knowing what to look forward to about it.Â
You suppose thatâs what happens when you share only the most shallow parts of yourself to someone - your body, your time, your energy - but even those were limited. Now, you get to feel what itâs like to share more of them, in ways that require more. But youâre willing to do all that, and you can see that so is he.  Â
Jungkook boils the pork in some spices and says that itâll take some time. He gestures towards the balcony where you see the sun about to set. Youâve never seen it from this high, and he says that he hasnât watched it from here in months because heâs been getting home late. His office doesnât offer this same view.Â
You head out and take a seat on the couch where he follows. He positions himself next to you, wrapping his arm around your waist to pull you closer until youâve got your legs on his lap and your head on his chest. Being with him like this, you feel comfortable again; you feel safe.Â
The sky is beautiful and itâs another version of it that you get to share with him. You know thereâll be more of this that youâll have, and youâll keep this in your memory just like all the other times that you did.Â
His free hand draws patterns on your knee and you try to decipher what they are, recalling those days of watching him doodle on his leather notebook and wondering whatâs on his mind.Â
Itâs something you ask him and there's a beat of silence before he answers.
âThereâs a lot of things I think about,â he says. âMost times I donât know how to make sense of them or express them so I just draw whatever I feel like. Theyâre mostly figures and structures because they at least make sense to me even if my feelings donât.â
âWhat about now? Do your feelings make sense?â
âA little bit,â he hums, but he assures you itâs not a bad thing. âYou always felt familiar. I think thatâs why I was so hesitant to get to know you and why I felt like I had to keep my distance. It wasnât right to feel that way for my assistant. I know now why that was. We crossed paths a long time ago and I guess we made each other feel something that we couldnât find in others or that we couldnât find ourselves. Itâs familiar but itâs all new. Isnât it contradictory?â
âMaybe. But it also could be that we felt something like that before and we lost it along the way. And we met again and so weâre feeling it again, but in a different way,â you try to explain. âFamiliar but new. Do you doubt it?â
âNot at all,â he shakes his head. âI just couldnât help but think about it because this version of myself feels different but itâs still me.âÂ
âI get you. Iâm not really like this, either. Iâm not fond of affection. Iâm not this giggly or this⌠honest or this bold. Iâm terrified of many things so Iâm also not this brave but you⌠you bring all that out of me, Jungkook. And it feels really good.â
âIâm not this honest, too. I donât know where my words come from,â he chuckles.Â
âI was about to say that youâre able to express your feelings just fine,â you smile.Â
âThatâs barely scratching the surface,â he says. âThereâs still a lot I donât know how to say.â
Regret is one of them, Jungkook thinks. And guilt and fear and an overwhelming joy and clarity that he canât fully express. Thereâs still hesitation somehow but vulnerability, too. Thereâs a feeling of inadequacy and a desire to give you everything he can.
âMe, too,â you sigh. âWe can always just keep showing it to each other in different ways. I know thatâs not always easy, but we can⌠we can keep trying. I held so much of what I felt for months and Iâm just glad I donât have to do that anymore.â
âI held back for a year,â he blurts, surprising you. Your questioning eyes urge him to continue. âI⌠I thought you were pretty. And you put me in my place, youâre honest and caring, youâre so good at what you do, youâre⌠someone I wanted to be around, even if it didnât seem like it. And Iâll always be sorry for how I treated you.â
âI have a lot of shortcomings, too, Jungkook,â you admit. âI judged you before I met you because you never smiled during the times I saw you. And then I constantly compared you to Hoseok and I shouldnât have.â
âWell, look at me now. I donât think Iâve ever smiled this much,â he chuckles. âBut itâs okay. We⌠we were getting used to each other.â
âWe were. And I⌠I like seeing you smile. There would be nights when Iâd fall asleep thinking about it,â you confess.Â
âHere I thought I was the only one doing that,â he laughs.Â
âWeâre so ridiculous,â you laugh back. âWeâve said too much. Now we can kiss.â
âYou like doing that, huh?â He smirks, pulling you to sit on top of him now.Â
You shift on his lap and find a position that has your heart racing. You moan when his hands guide you in grinding against his slowly hardening length. And he watches you move before his eyes flit to meet yours, the desire heightening and the tension building.
âI do, very much,â you whisper, bending down to graze your nose against his before you kiss him.Â
It starts off tender but with the feel of him underneath you and his tongue amorously entangling with yours, it gets rough soon enough. Youâre thankful that youâre seated closer to the door, leaving you less exposed than if you were near the railings. Itâs enough privacy that heâs able to sneak his hand under your scrunched up dress without you minding, and you moan louder when he pulls your bra so he could flick your nipple thatâs clearly screaming to be touched.Â
You return the favor, untucking his shirt so you could touch his chest, too. It reminds you of how youâd mapped this out last night, the tautness of it making you imagine all the ways you could pleasure him there. But you settle with your nails grazing against his smooth torso this time, knowing you have all of tonight and perhaps tomorrow to do it.Â
âFuck,â he mumbles against your lips. âBaby, weâre gonna have to take this inside,â he says, although he doesnât stop nor let you go. He continues to kiss you and drag his hands all over your back.
âWe should,â you say, not stopping either.Â
It takes a few more nibbles on each otherâs lips before you finally pull away, heaving in pleasure and wanting more. But you remove yourself from him before you get into it again. Walking back inside, he surprises you with another squeeze of your ass, prompting you to turn to him.Â
âYou like doing that, huh?â You repeat his words.Â
âI do, very much,â he hums. He hugs you from behind and says, âthis, too,â as he nuzzles your neck.
You only laugh in response but deep down, thereâs this warmth you feel at how much affection heâs giving you and how much youâre accepting and returning it. You werenât big on intimacy with your exes. You werenât the type to hold their hand or cling to them or caress them outside of sex. They werenât natural for you, and you suppose those kinds of acts required more openness and emotional closeness that you didnât feel for them.
But with Jungkook, itâs as if itâs all you want to do, and it seems to be the same for him. You didnât realize how holding his hand could be so assuring, or how feeling him wrap around you could relieve you of your tiredness, or how kissing him could make time stop yet you still feel thereâs not enough of it when youâre with him.Â
And as he stands by the stove, pan frying dumplings for your appetizer while the pork continues to boil, all you want to do is watch him be.Â
Youâve always admired him for his dedication to his craft. Youâve sat through countless meetings, watched him draft blueprints and plans and present them, and listened to him put together ideas and designs. Heâs creative, rational, and very smart, and it always impressed you how much technical knowledge he has. He always had such confidence in his abilities and that also made him very attractive to you.Â
But seeing him in a domestic setting in his casual clothes while cooking your dinner ignites something else within you. Itâs this desire to see and experience all sides of him, and to be welcomed in every nook of his big heart.Â
He arranges the dumplings on a plate and mixes the dipping sauce, then places the dish on the counter for both of you to enjoy. He takes a piece, blows on it, then feeds it to you, and you laugh to yourself because this is something that you used to tell Hajoon that you could do on your own so he doesnât have to. But with Jungkook doing it now, he triggers a swarm of butterflies in your belly that has you giggling.Â
He just smiles, the warmth in his eyes telling you that this is something he wants to do for you and you let him. Heâs told you he wants to take care of you and you want that, too. You want to show him that you can do it as well.
Jungkook gets a bowl and starts making the sauce while he boils the buckwheat noodles. Itâs something he came up with one late evening, adding perilla oil and egg yolk to the different condiments he had on stock. You feed him dumplings while he mixes the ingredients, which he eventually pours over the noodles then sprinkles seaweed on top of it. It looks creamy and delicious, and partnered with the boiled pork that he plates on a wooden board, your mouth starts to water.
Itâs all surprisingly delicious, as you tell him that you didnât think that just putting a bunch of sauces together would create something that good. You enjoy dinner over beer and then insist that youâll clean up while he takes a bath.Â
Itâs an hour later when you exit his bathroom, your heart skipping a beat at seeing him sitting on the bed, his back across the frame with the covers over his legs while he scrolls through his phone. He doesnât have a shirt on, leaving his toned upper body in full display for you to stare at. Youâve already seen this last night; ran your hands all over them, even, but somehow you know itâll always take your breath away.Â
He looks up when he senses youâre back, and he smiles seeing you donned in one of his oversized shirts. He likes you in his clothes. Thereâs something so domestic about it, even if heâll end up taking them off of you anyway.Â
And thatâs what he does, as he moves to sit on the edge of the bed while you remain standing in front of him. He caresses the sides of your thighs while he looks up at you, before pulling up your shirt that you help him remove.Â
You giggle when his lips immediately plant themselves on your torso, where he kisses and sucks the soft plane of flesh that has you moaning in pleasure. His hands travel around - kneading your ass, sliding up then fondling your breasts, before theyâre removing your underwear and then cupping your bare cunt.
âJungkook, baby,â you whine, feeling the sensation all over your body. âWant you, please.â
Itâs the words he loves hearing from you, knowing the desire comes from somewhere deep. Itâs because youâve allowed him to a place that no oneâs ever been to before, and itâs a place he wants to stay in for as long as youâll let him.Â
And he takes it to heart. He wants to feel you feel good; he wants to hear it, to breathe it, to let your pleasure course through his body and let it linger, and thatâs the only way heâll feel good. Itâs not just about chasing his own high like it used to be. With you, itâs always more.
He switches places with you, lays you on the edge of the bed while he kneels on the floor for that angle that lets him taste all of you. He laps you up and he feels your clit pulsate against his tongue, your breathy curses complementing the way your body screams for him. He increases the pressure to build you up then slows down to prolong it.Â
You seek him. Your hands pull him forward, your cunt thrusts against his face, you yell out his name, and when you come, his lips are what you want all over you, all over again.Â
Youâre eager. The short second it takes for him to stand up, youâre pulling his boxers down and stroking his length; youâre swallowing him whole before he could even catch a breath. But itâs everything he wants, as your warmth coats his aching cock and he pushes into you, hearing your obscene sounds as you take him in.Â
âYou feel so good,â he grunts, your tongue swirling around his slit. âFuck, baby, just like that.â
He manages to open his eyes, and the sight of you eager to please him sends shivers down his spine. You fondle his balls, you play with your breast, you thrust against nothing while you moan with your mouth full of him. He softens for a while, tucking the damp strands of hair behind your ear, before he pulls away then guides you to flip over with your hands and knees on the bed.
Youâre able to take a breath while he puts on his condom, but you're already dazed, your mind completely hazy from everything that Jungkook makes you feel.Â
The way he fills you up is heavenly. He hits your deepest spot, and the pace of his movement has him grazing every inch of your walls. He pushes your waist down with his every thrust, making both of you feel the sensation in a mind-numbing way.
Your knees are trembling but you donât mind. Your knuckles are probably turning white from how hard youâre gripping his sheets but itâs your only anchor for now. Your neck is straining and youâre breathless as he relentlessly bucks his hip against you but you donât want him to stop.Â
He switches it up, both his hands on your waist now to keep it steady while he drags himself in and out of you. You clench around him and push against his movements, and it has him moaning curses with your name. His pace becomes erratic, and thatâs how you know heâs close.
âTouch yourself, baby,â he instructs you. âCome with me. Fuck, fuck, I want you to come.â
You do as youâre told, reaching down to stroke your clit while he pounds you from behind. And when you hear his deep breaths and a prolonged moan, you quicken your pace until youâre coming once again.
He pants, all the energy being drained out of him, but you still feel him gently kiss your shoulders, then your spine, then your ass cheeks before he lays in bed next to you.Â
He breathes heavily but he manages a soft smile that mirrors yours, and all you want to do is wrap him in your arms until you both fall asleep.Â
âSex just good?â He teasingly asks.Â
âWere you trying to make a point?â You cock an eyebrow.
âMaybe,â he huffs.
You shift your position, your arm now supporting your body as you lay on your side. Your hand traces his bare torso, which still rises and falls from the ordeal, and he hums in satisfaction.Â
âDid you like that?â You whisper in his ear, biting your lip in anticipation of his answer.Â
âUh-huh,â he breathes out. âFuck, you feel so good. You take me so well, baby. That was justâŚâ
âI want to keep making you feel good, Jungkook,â you moan, liking how heâs at a loss for words. âAnd I want you to keep fucking me like that.â
Your vulgar words contrast the tender way you graze your nose against his neck, and it somehow makes his mind even more hazy. Youâre everything he wants, and heâll do everything to keep you next to him.Â
âI will,â he promises, turning to his side to face you. âIâll do that and more.â
And he does, as he cleans you up and tucks you under the covers with his arms around your body. Youâre cradled in his, and the clarity you feel after such a mind-numbing experience is so satisfying.Â
You suppose this is what intimacy is - feeling that high and then landing on a soft field of everything beautiful, and you decide that this is the only place youâll ever want to be in. Jungkook smiles at you and you just know he feels the same way you do.
You wake up with Jungkook next to you this time, your limbs entangled with his under the comforts of his soft blanket. Your eyes flutter open and you see him propped up on his tattooed arm, smiling at you.
âWere you just watching me sleep?â You mumble.
âMaybe,â he teasingly shrugs. âItâs nice to see you resting well.â
âItâs your sheets,â you say, earning you a laugh.
âGuess I know what to spoil you with next time,â he winks.Â
âWhat time is it? And why arenât you working out?â You ask, knowing itâs how he always starts his day.Â
â11,â he answers. âIâm surprised I didnât wake up earlier. But when I did I just thought to sleep in with you.â
âHmm, good decision,â you grunt, your mind still half asleep but awake enough to appreciate his half naked form next to you. You scoot closer and hug him, causing him to lay flat on his back while he wraps his arm around your bare body. âThis is better than a workout.â
âWell, I kinda had mine last night,â he giggles.
And heâs not wrong. After he tucked you in bed, you spent another hour or so just talking and cuddling and that led to another round of him pounding into you from the side, and then another one with him over you. He went so hard that he had to take another shower at 3 in the morning and heâs probably done his arm and core exercises for today.Â
You donât even know how you managed to withstand all that, but you did, and you loved every second of it. You loved how he bit his lip in pleasure and how his neck veins popped out as he pounded into you intensely. You basked in his whimpered sounds and the kisses he showered you with as he came down.Â
And now youâre in his embrace, curled against him. You'd do this all day if you could.
âBut this is nice,â he hums, as he strokes your back while also combing your hair with his fingers.Â
He kisses the top of your head while you moan in satisfaction, a kind of soft pleasure that relaxes you, that makes you feel like youâre floating but also enveloped in pure warmth. Thatâs what hugging Jungkook feels like, as his toned but smooth arms wrap around you. His rough fingers tenderly roam your body, and it eases your tired being; nuzzling his neck, you feel like you could fall asleep again.Â
But youâre quite hungry and you assume that so is he, so you slowly disentangle yourself from him and say that youâll be cooking lunch when he whines.Â
âI told you Iâll make something for you this time,â you say, appeasing him with a kiss on the cheek.Â
âFine,â he concedes, stating that heâll go over the interview questions that a few reporters have sent over for him to answer while youâre cooking.Â
He follows you to wash up in the bathroom - then gives you a deeper kiss right after - and then to the kitchen. He sits on the stool by the counter while you cook rice and seafood pajeon, something you boasted about last night.Â
âBabe, you think you could help me with the questions?â He asks, catching you off guard with the pet name that he uses in a different context for the first time.Â
âSure,â you hum. âRead them out loud.â
So he does, and you spend much of the hour going through them and sipping your coffee, with him pulling you for a hug when you wander to his side.Â
You eat lunch while watching sports highlights on TV, then you spend the afternoon laughing over the variety TV show episodes that youâve missed these past weeks.Â
Itâs 5PM when you both start dressing up for dinner that heâll treat you to for your first official date, heâd said, insisting that he likes eating at nice places. He has you to share the experience with this time, and he doesnât want you to worry about expenses of any kind. He wants to eat at your favorite noodle houses, too, and thatâs a plan for another day.Â
You have on a skirt and top outfit that thankfully matches your new pumps. Once you finish putting on your makeup, you head to Jungkookâs walk-in closet to check on him, your throat drying up at seeing him in an all-black denim ensemble. Heâs sexy enough as it is, with the skinny jeans accentuating his ass and his thick thighs. But when the sleeves of his shirt are rolled up to his elbows and when the buttons are undone just up to his chest to show the tank top heâs wearing underneath, sexy becomes too simplistic. Even more so when you spot the silver chain around his neck again, simple and classic but definitely dangerous.
He turns to you and takes in your look before he smirks. But just as you expect him to compliment you or even kiss you, he instead reaches out for your hand and interlocks his fingers with yours when you take it.Â
âLetâs go,â he says, leading you out.Â
He doesnât say much on the way to the car. He just gazes at you then smiles when you look at him. Itâs during the drive when he kisses your hand, surprising you, and thereâs that warmth that you feel again. You listen to the soft sounds of the radio this time, sharing in the silence the way that you used to, and itâs far from uncomfortable, especially with him thumbing your hand that heâs not letting go of.Â
You make it to the restaurant where youâre seated by the window, able to appreciate the setting of the sun. The food is delicious, with the variety of tender meats causing you to silently moan at how good it is. Thereâs an array of dishes that Jungkook orders, and you spend the rest of dinner talking about your favorite food and the other places you want to try.Â
Satisfied from the meal, you both head to the Arts Center. You know youâll have another time to fully explore. Youâll remember how the areas looked before renovation and youâll look on in pride at how different they are now. Thereâll be opportunities for you to check every exhibition and watch performances here. When the Center hosts some of the international film festival events in two months, youâll definitely attend and pay attention to the halls and other spaces. Youâll come during the day and appreciate the light coming through the windows, and youâll be able to gaze at the art installations outdoors.
But tonight, you want your focus to be on the childrenâs library, the one that Jungkook had built for you.Â
The Center closes late on weekends so you have time to savor it. You want to remember the feeling of being inside it with him, as if youâre making him part of the memory, as if youâre including him in the best moments of your childhood.Â
You finally enter the grand library, appreciating the details and the grandness of it. You ask Jungkook where the archive section is now, and what the process of moving it was like.Â
âI had to incorporate it in the main area instead of separating it,â he explains. âYoongi and I found a corner to establish its presence and then scattered the pieces beyond that, putting them in glass enclosures around the desks and on the walls. I think itâs better that way; visitors become intrigued and want to learn more, so they could go around and end up exploring more of the library.â
âThatâs strategic,â you say, appeased that there were gains in making the change. You stand at the entrance of the childrenâs space and then to him. âSo, what made you decide to do this?â
He talks about his late afternoon jog one weekend and discovering a park that reminded him of the playground that his father built for him. He tells you about all the apologies his old man couldnât make, and all the words left unsaid that Jungkook realized had held them together despite the distance and the detachment.Â
âI thought about all the times that you needed someone and I happened to be there,â he continues as he follows you around inside. âAnd then the times when I wasnât or no one was. I donât ever want you to feel alone. I thought that if Iâm not in your life anymore, I could at least build you something that would make you happy, that would protect you, the way you said your old neighborhood library made you feel.â
His words leave you speechless. You suppose that for someone not good with them, he finds the right ones when he needs to. You were overwhelmed with emotions the first time you saw this, and you couldnât fully grasp how he could make something like this for you.Â
That playground mattered to him, the way your old library did. Only he would understand how a space or a structure could comfort you, how it could take your fears away, and how that feeling could stay with you for a long time. He wanted you to continue feeling that whether you found your way back to each other or not, and now that you have, you feel that happiness and that safety even more.
You run your fingers across the murals then sit on the couch with the fluffy teddy bear next to you. The more you look around, the more you realize that this isnât just meant for children. The seating areas are big enough for adults, so is the activity space at the back. Itâs where those with child-like hearts and minds can stay - to reminisce perhaps, or to make new memories. You think youâll be doing both.
âIs it close to how your library looked?â He asks, as you both walk past the shelves and you scan the books they have.Â
âJungkook, that was a semi-rundown library that used to be someoneâs house. It had chipped wallpapers and creaking wooden floors,â you giggle. âThis is definitely much prettier but I see so much of the old one in here. The warm lights, all the colors, the different areas to read and draw and color. The paper dolls,â you squeal. âItâs⌠familiar but new, just like everything with you is. I⌠I donât know what else to say.â
âA thank you is fine,â he smiles, pulling you close to him. Youâre behind one of the shelves, and with no one else here this late Sunday evening, he wraps his arms around your waist. âI wouldnât mind a kiss, too.â
âYou deserve more than all that,â you whisper, kissing him softly. âThank you, Jungkook. Iâll be spending weekends here. Or when I have a tough day at work. Or when youâre away and Iâm missing you.â
âGood. That way I know that when youâre down, you have somewhere to go so you could feel better. And less alone.â
Thatâs all he hopes, after all - that on days when he canât be what you need, thereâs a place that he built that will make you feel better.Â
He treasures your smile and the way your eyes shine as you go through the picture books that have their own row of shelves. He beams at how beautiful you look being enamored with the space that reminds you of the best parts of your childhood. And he softens when you look at him with so much adoration, words seemingly not enough to express how you feel.Â
You donât say much as you walk back to the car though. When he drives to his penthouse, you hold his hand. But something inside you stirs so you guide his palm to your thigh, smiling when he caresses it. He sees you bite your bottom lip at the act, and though heâs tempted to do more, he decides that tracing your skin is what he wants to do for now.
The feel of Jungkook touching any part of your body is electrifying. He ignites a kind of desire in you that youâve never felt before, whether itâs simply holding your hand or stroking the inside of your thigh.
Being back in the library made you feel many things. It brought back memories and made you imagine all the new ones youâll make. It also filled you with an overwhelming need for him, as you think of all the ways you could show him your appreciation. Including one that you could do tonight.
So after making it past the door of his apartment, and after briefly watching his impeccable figure walk down his hallway, you donât hold back. He turns around and you donât even hear what he asks. You just head towards him and kiss him.
You kiss him hard and deep, your hands wrapping around his neck to pull him as close as you can get him, even as you guide him towards his living room, knowing where you want him. He moans when you bite his lower lip, your fingers desperately gripping his shirt now as you want more.Â
You pull away to catch your breath, your intense eyes saying everything you want to do to him. He caresses your cheek but only briefly, as his thumb traces your lips before pushing it past them. The sight of you sucking his finger - gentle at first before you do it desperately - has his cock throbbing, impatient to feel your mouth wrapped around it.
âFuck. Good girl,â he says under his breath, as you lick his thumb teasingly to tell him what you want to do.Â
You kiss him again, your fingers now eagerly undoing his buttons. He removes his shirt then you pull his tank top off him before you push him to sit on the couch. You stand before him and stare at him shamelessly, as he sits comfortably and stares back at you. His hands are behind his head now, with his taut arms in full display for you to salivate over.Â
But itâs his chest that you want to pay attention to rigjt now, all perfectly toned and every bit breathtaking.
âTake your clothes off,â he says before you can make your move.Â
âIs that an order, Mr. Jeon?â You breathe out, knowing how the name affects him.Â
âYes,â he huffs. âAn urgent one.â
You smirk as he plays along, and you take your time in undressing. You watch his eyes move with you, his breaths deepening now as you bare yourself in front of him.Â
âDon't touch yourself. Iâll do that,â you instruct. âAnd thatâs not a suggestion.â
He chuckles in response but he seems to enjoy it, relaxing in his position. You take that as your cue, settling on his lap and then mapping his torso with your hands as you lick and suck his neck. He angles it to give you more space, and he hisses when you take advantage.Â
Your mouth travels south, leaving kisses on his collarbone and sternum before twirling your tongue around his pert nipples that are aching for attention. He starts to pant and you decide to take your time, wanting his pleasure to build up so you could hear him beg for you this time. You moan as you nibble his buds, but your own pleasure builds, too, and with your hand feeling his thick length underneath those jeans, you suddenly canât wait any longer.
âYou like that, baby?â You whisper in his ears. âYou like it when I do that?â
âFuck, yes,â he wails. âFuck, baby. Thatâs so good.â
With a few more kisses towards his hips, you move as well, now finding yourself kneeling on the floor and quickly undoing his belt. He lets you do all the work, and you donât mind. You like how his chest rises and falls in anticipation, and when you finally free his cock, you let out an obscene sound that even youâve never heard before.
Youâve been graced with this scene these past days, but it still leaves a lump in your throat. Heâs thick and veiny and everything you want to taste and have inside you. You pull off his jeans until heâs bare as well. You stroke him once and the moan he makes is all you need.Â
With your thumb on his slit, you lick up his shaft until youâre swallowing him whole, his tip hitting your throat that it makes you groan. The vibration has him grunting and it pushes you, so you start moving your mouth and hand up and down his length, with your tongue swirling over his tip and all the other sensitive parts of him.Â
Your free hand explores. You stroke his leg and then brush your fingers over his inner thighs. You caress his torso when you go deep and bask in the way he breathlessly curses, over and over again.Â
Needing a quick breather, you let your hands do their work. But Jungkook takes this chance to bend over and capture your mouth in his. He kisses you fervently, sucking the air out of you and you donât really mind running out of it, not when he tastes as good as he does, when heâs as desperate for you as you are for him. He pulls on your hair gently, slowly tightening his grip when your kiss gets more intense.Â
He eventually pulls away, leaving you free to tease and suck his cock once again. He moans continuously, cursing under his breath once you let him guide your head to take all of him in. His obscene sounds make it all worth it, especially once you feel his body tighten.
âFuck, baby Iâm close,â he whimpers. âFuck, IâI need to come inside you, fuck.â
You slowly remove yourself from him, but your hand remains wrapped around his length. You look at him with your glassy eyes, desperate to feel every inch of him possible.
âCome inside me, please,â you whisper. âI want to feel you come inside me. I needâŚâ
You pant, your eyes telling him what you really mean. You donât want any more barriers. You want to feel him drag against your walls, to release his warmth and fill you up completely. Youâve mentioned being clean and so has he; you said in passing how youâre on implants, too. He looks at you and nods in understanding, just like all the times that youâve spoken to each other through your gazes. With the way he heaves, he seems to want it just as much as you.Â
He pulls you towards him and guides you to sit on his lap. He strokes his cock and drags his tip through your folds, teasing you before slowly pushing it inside you. He feels even more immaculate like this, and your walls embrace him immediately, as if heâs always meant to be there. You get on your knees as you position yourself to ride him, and your gentle movements follow a pace that has you keening, especially when he starts licking your pert nipples thatâs been needing his attention.Â
You grind against him with his hands kneading your ass to guide you. You feel him deep, and it has you breathless and wanting more.You sit up and wrap your arms around his neck for support as he pounds on you from below, and with his tight grip around your waist and his mouth sucking your breasts, you start to feel hazy.
âYou feel so good around me, shit,â he moans. âFuck, baby. Youâre so perfect for me, fuck.â
He continues his thrusts and youâre so lost in the overstimulation. Your body starts to shake as you chase the high, letting it all overwhelm you.Â
âBaby, Iâm gonna come,â you whimper. âIâmââ
Your orgasm is a loud crash, and you feel it linger. You feel your essence coat him; you feel the slick drip out of you and stick to your bodies, mixed with the sweat from all the work of building each other up.  Â
He curses again as he feels the wetness all over his cock, and itâs heavenly. Feeling you like this does something to him, and he wants you to do it again.Â
So he pounds even harder, not giving you much time to calm down. You moan in response, scratching his back as you hold onto him tightly while he releases all his energy onto pleasuring you and him. He slows his pace and moves in circular motions before he lays you on your back. Your eyes are glassy. Your mouth knows only his name. Your hair is damp and youâre panting. And you look absolutely beautiful as you beg for him to make you come again, and for him to finally come inside you.
Watching you feel all that he can give is what he needs. With his arms propped on your sides to support him, he goes hard and deep. Heâs been somewhat gentle these first few times, and he knows that that drives you wild. But he also knows that going a bit rough would make you lose your mind even more, so thatâs what he does.Â
He pins your arms down as he slowly pushes inside you.
âYou like it like this, yeah?â He pants. âYou like it when I reach this deep?â
âYes, baby. Yes, please. Please donât stop,â you whimper, this view of him with his damp hair and his silver chain hanging over you making you crazy.
Your eyes roll to the back of your head with how good he feels, especially when he hits you at an angle that makes your body come alive but also numb, and itâs a feeling you canât get enough of.Â
He hums in satisfaction, choosing now to suck on your neck while he continues his assault on your pussy. He licks the shell of your ear and whispers how good you make him feel.
âYou take me so well, baby. Such a good girl, yeah?â He grunts. âFuck, youâre so good.â
You can only moan in response, unable to form proper words now. And he senses it, with your mouth hanging open and your erratic breathing escaping it.Â
He straightens himself, knowing what he needs to do. So he plays with your clit while his other movements continue, and thatâs how you find your voice again. He quickens his pace, his thumb doing its work on your most sensitive spot while your walls pulsate around his throbbing cock. Your legs start to shake until youâre wailing in pleasure, screaming his name as you orgasm another time. He knows enough to focus on kissing you, swallowing your sounds as you come down.
But you want him to reach his peak this time, so you tell him to keep going, to find his spot so he could fill you up this time. He spreads your legs open in response, giving him a view that makes him throb even more. Itâs what he needs, as he focuses on his pleasure like you told him. He bucks his hips, finding his pace that quickens then slows down then quickens again, until his erratic movements signal that heâs close, too.
âYes, baby,â you urge him. âYouâre gonna fill me up so good. I want it so bad. Come for me, please baby.â
He does a few more thrusts before heâs spilling his warm seed inside you, with him moaning out curses every second. His cum drips from your hole but he catches it with his tip, pushing it back inside you until so is he. He stays there for a while as you both catch your breaths, with him collapsing to your side while you move along with him. You can still feel his cock pulsate against your walls, and it causes you to moan. Youâve never felt that before, and itâs another intimate thing you share with him, as he wraps his arm around you and languidly kisses you after.Â
âThat was amazing,â he breathes out.
âIt was,â you hum, smiling at him looking spent and content. âI like you here. Stay a while, please.â
He chuckles at your request but he doesnât mind it either. Itâs intimate, as all things with you beyond sex are. He just wants to stay close to you, to hear your soft breaths and revel in the feel of you, sweat and slick included.Â
But as much as he could fall asleep here, he knows he shouldnât. He pulls away and lets you head to the bathroom to clean up. He follows soon after and he catches you on the sink, removing your makeup then turning to him once you hear him arrive.
âMy bodyâs kinda sore,â he says. âDo you wanna have a bath?â
âI wouldnât say no to that,â you smile. âBut we canât stay long. You have work tomorrow so you need to sleep soon.â
âAlright,â he nods, walking to the bathtub now. âIâll try to keep my hands off of you, then.â
Jungkook doesnât. And neither do you, even when you both head to the shower to rinse yourselves.Â
You curl in his arms right when he lays next to you, and despite all the intensity from earlier, you know that this will always be your favorite part - his fingers tracing patterns on your back, his lips constantly finding yours, and his eyes telling you all the other things that words or actions canât say. Heâs your safe place. You think from now on, heâll always be.
You wake up to your alarm the next morning, the ringing pulling out a groan from you; you havenât needed it this past week and you suddenly miss just sleeping in.
But itâs Monday, the start of a new week. Jungkook will be off to work and youâll have to go back to your own apartment and start preparing for your own job that will start next week. You manage to get yourself off the bed and his soft sheets and go to the bathroom to wash up.
Once you finish, you head out and immediately hear his grunts from where you are. You know heâs in the middle of his workout, so you peek inside the gym, finally shameless to be doing it this time. Heâs shirtless doing some arm exercise on his equipment, but he has his back turned on you so you stare at it instead, instantly feeling hot at the view of his broad shoulders and slim waist. His muscles contract with every movement and you remember how that felt when you held onto them last night to keep you grounded as he pounded into you from every angle.Â
His set finishes and he turns around and sees you, donned in his shirt and standing by the door. He moves to another machine, takes a seat, and starts doing a shoulder press while gazing back at you. Half of you is tempted to sit on his lap and kiss him stupid, but the other half wants to stay rooted on your spot to watch him.Â
The latter wins and you stand there, thighs squeezing at the sight and sound of him, as he grunts with his every push of the weights. His eyes donât move away from you and you just know heâs enjoying this, too, especially when he smirks once your mouth slowly opens.Â
âEnjoying yourself there?â He cocks an eyebrow. âYou like how I look? How I sound?â
âOh, shush,â you frown at being teased. âYouâre overdoing it. Youâre not that loud when you exercise.â
âSo you listen to me, huh?â He smirks again, walking towards you now. âHow did that make you feel?â
âI used to come here every morning, Jungkook. I couldnât not hear you,â you cross your arms. âAnd I just looked away.â
âYouâre not looking away now.â
âHow can I when youâre teasing like that,â you scrunch your eyebrows.Â
âIs it working?â
âWere you always this cocky?â You laugh now.
âNo,â he chuckles. âJust now. Only because I see your jaw dropping and your thighs squeezing.â
âAnd what are you gonna do about it?âÂ
âOh, donât challenge me like that,â he warns, caging you against the wall.Â
He eyes your lips but he bends down towards your chest instead, biting your pert nipple thatâs gotten so obvious under his cotton shirt. He nibbles on it briefly before swirling his tongue around it. You hiss, feeling the sensation all over your body with that small movement, and itâs what urges him to face you again.
âCute,â he whispers.
He licks your mouth, prompting you to open it and let him inside, and your moan at the taste of him is immediate. Your hands move on their own, pulling him by his neck then caressing his chest like itâs natural. You start to feel the dampness in your underwear and pull away, knowing that you canât fall into this early in the morning, and not when he has a job to go to.
âJungkook, you have work,â you say, hating that you have to cut this moment short. âIf we start thenâŚâ
âI know,â he sighs, given how you both canât seem to stop once you get into it. âIâll just do a bit more and then wash up. You can still watch if you like.â
âTempting, but Iâll be making us breakfast.â
âAnd whatâs on the menu?â
âFried rice,â you smile.
âFuck,â he groans. âNow I donât need to hide how much I enjoy that.â
You giggle and let him go then head to the kitchen where you work on making enough for tomorrow, in case he wants to have it again before he leaves. You brew coffee and work around just like you used to, but with a bit more freedom this time. You hum while you cook and prepare in excitement. Youâve learned that you like doing things for him, and this is one way that you could spoil him.
Jungkook exits his gym after some ab workouts and stretching, his heart racing in a different way when he sees you in his kitchen again. It brings him back to this past year of his weekday mornings and his favorite routine.
But youâre not in your work outfit this time, and it wonât be stolen glances or comfortable silence youâll be sharing. Thereâll be more, and though this wonât be the norm, given your own job that youâll be starting next week, Jungkook decides this is another favorite of his. He hopes for more moments of domestic bliss where itâs just you and him in his home, sharing meals and hugs and kisses in between.Â
He gives himself some time before he calls your attention, wanting to savor this first before he faces a busy week, one heâll have to go through without you.Â
âEnjoying yourself there?â You tease this time.Â
âYes,â he chuckles. âItâs just⌠nice to start a work week with you again.â
You smile softly at him, knowing that it hurt him to be without this for weeks. You show him the bowl of fried rice youâve made, and even youâre salivating. Perhaps itâs also because of the man standing in front of you, and the sight of him like this just never fails to take your breath away.
âItâs nice to start with this, too,â you gesture towards the food. âItâs a new recipe but I think youâll like it.â
âIâm sure I will,â he smiles back, following you to the table and sitting next to you.Â
He hums in satisfaction after the first spoonful. You watch him as he eats, endeared by the way heâs enjoying the dish despite looking like a whole meal himself.Â
You both finish and you clean up while he takes a bath, quickly dressing yourself then heading to his closet. Itâs no longer your responsibility but itâs a task you secretly enjoyed, so you put out a navy blue ensemble for Jungkook and set aside a few outfits that he can pack for his trips this week.Â
He walks in with a towel wrapped around his waist, and you stop yourself again from wanting to do anything. Itâs hard when he looks as good as he does at any time of the day, but itâs something youâll just have to get used to. You get to be around while he puts on his clothes now, and he doesnât seem to mind at all, given his teasing smile and soft laughter.Â
You stand in front of him and fix his necktie. His eyes flit from your fingers to your face, liking that heâs able to do that this time.
âYou know you donât have to do this,â he says. âBut⌠I like that you are.â
âItâs intimate, isnât it? Dressing someone?â You glance at him.
Youâve done something similar in the past, like when you fixed the creases of his suit or the time he put his jacket over you. They were so simple but they stuck with you, and something in you stirs as you do this for him now.Â
âIt is,â he smiles back, nibbling his lower lip.
You help him wear the coat then fix his tie again. You meet his eyes and then his lips before exiting the room, your gazes saying more than words could. He picks up your bags then you both walk to the car so he could drive you home before he heads to work.
âIâll see you tonight?â You turn to him.
âOf course. Iâll get to you at 6, is that okay?â
âYes, Iâll make dinner,â you smile.Â
He lets you go after a kiss and you head inside your apartment with all your freshly washed clothes and new shoes. Itâs a nice feeling being able to go through them and then fixing them in your closet. Itâs nice having this time for yourself, too. While you like being with Jungkook, you know itâs important to not forget how itâs like to be on your own.Â
You do your chores for the rest of the morning while talking to Soomin and Jimin on the phone, as youâre finally able to tell them most of whatâs happened since Friday night. Theyâre supportive, as they often are, and they seem to be looking forward to hanging out with him like you suggested.Â
You go out for lunch at a small noodle house before settling at a nice cafe where you read the book that Namjoon gave you. At mid-afternoon, you head to the supermarket to buy your groceries for the next two weeks, including tonightâs dinner. Thinking about what youâll make for him was easy; you just hope youâll do it justice, considering that itâs one of Jungkookâs favorite things to eat.Â
You donât hear much from him during the day. He messaged you during lunch time just to say he was eating out with Yoongi then asked how you were. He didnât respond after a few texts, which you didnât mind. You always felt that he wasnât the texting type, which is good because you arenât, either. Thereâs at least that level of understanding and expectation on both sides. You know of his tendency to hyper focus; heâs also a very busy man, which is why you know that when heâs with you, heâs focused on just you and nothing else, which is really what you prefer.Â
He calls when heâs on the way to you and before you know it, heâs ringing the doorbell and youâre being greeted by the said man who still looks impeccable after a long day. He hands you flowers and a bottle of champagne.Â
âYou didnât have to but this is lovely,â you smile at him.Â
You put the bouquet on a vase then place it on the coffee table. After taking his seat, you serve the dish that youâve spent the past few hours making, wanting to make sure that the meat is tender and flavorful. The beef looks so soft and the aroma is filling your apartment. You watch him after the first bite, your heart soaring when he smiles and hums in satisfaction.
âThis is so good,â he says. âReminds me so much of the beef brisket from that restaurant near the office.â
âGood. Thatâs what I wanted. That dish is your favorite,â you explain. âYou order it often. It was also the first dish you ever bought for me.â
He stops his movements and looks at you questioningly.Â
âIt was after the first board report submission,â you recall. âYou instructed me to buy the team lunch from that restaurant and this is what I ordered because you always did. I⌠I treat it as the first meal you got for me and I wanted to try making it for you.â
Jungkook remembers that day. You were surprised that he gave that instruction. You also made sure that the team enjoyed it and thanked him for it. He liked that you enjoyed it as well, but claiming that that was the first dish he got you is technically untrue. And heâs unsure if telling you the truth is a good idea, but he supposes itâs one he can share now.
âIt was actually pork cutlets with curry,â he says, prompting you to look at him questioningly. âIt was on my first day. I⌠I made you do so many things and you missed lunch.â
The memory comes back to you. He had you annotate documents and attend meetings and you were starving the whole day.
âRight. I stayed late that day and I think Yoongi got me dinner. How was thatâŚâ
You remember more. Yoongi had spoken with Jungkook before he left then came back with a rice bowl. Is it possible thatâ
âI asked him to get it for you and not say it was from me,â Jungkook interrupts your thoughts. âThe pastries during the meeting, too. Those⌠those were the first things I bought for you, all because I was guilty about how I treated you that day.â
You see the sadness and apology in his eyes. You suppose with how you both started, itâs easy to fall into a cycle of feeling bad about what happened, forgiving, moving on, and then remembering something again. But maybe itâs necessary this time, as you both get to know each other and settle in this new relationship. Mistakes will come up, and itâs on both of you to assure each other that itâs all okay.Â
So thatâs what you do, as you tell him youâre not upset when he asks if you are.
âI guess in a way, youâve always looked out for me,â you smile at him.Â
âI guess thatâs one way to look at it,â he sighs, wanting to be positive about it like you are.Â
But you donât want to dwell on the past. Youâve been apologizing to each other for days and you know youâll have to stop that at some point.Â
âYouâve been soft for me since the start, huh?â You wiggle your eyebrows at him in an effort to lighten the mood.
âI was attracted to you from the beginning,â he admits. âYou were nothing like I imagined and you kept proving me wrong. Iâd zone out when you spoke to me, Iâd hold my breath when you were close⌠so I detached myself from you and that hurt you in some ways. And I knew that was wrong so I fought the feelings and that made it worse.â
âWhat changed?â
âI hated seeing you have a hard time, whether it was because of me or not,â he says. âOne moment it was out of guilt and then the next⌠it was just about wanting to see you happy and safe. And then wanting to see all of that up close.â
âYou get to do that now,â you smile at him. âHappy, safe⌠thatâs what I am.â
âGood. Me, too,â he smiles back.
You continue with your meal while he talks about his relatively quiet but busy day and you talk about yours. Itâs nice being able to share mundane things that happened to you with someone who does the same.Â
The sadness in his eyes eventually disappears. He insists on doing the dishes this time and you both laugh as he navigates washing in the tiny sink. You sit on the couch with him, the sounds of the TV in the background merely white noise, and with your head on his chest and his fingers tracing patterns on your arm, you think that ending your days like this is a lot more peaceful and satisfying than being on your own.
âWhat time do you leave in the morning?â You ask.Â
â7,â he responds.Â
Heâs got a busy week ahead - a trip to Incheon then Busan tomorrow to do some promotions of the Arts Center, and then he goes straight to Japan on Wednesday for meetings with culture and tourism ministers. He comes back on Friday evening, and thatâs four days without you. It may sound silly, but thatâs four days too long. He managed before though, but then again, he didnât have much to look forward to after other than seeing you once he returned. Now, itâs that and so much more.
âI canât believe that we just got together and now we have to do LDR,â he shakes his head.
This causes you to laugh. You angle your head and look at him, with your arms wrapped around his waist now.Â
âWow, Mr. Jeon. I didnât think you were that dramatic,â you tease.Â
Heâd laugh back because he really does sound silly, but the way your soft eyes gaze at him makes him feel a little more sentimental. And definitely honest. Â
âJust wanna be with you, thatâs all,â he shrugs.
âYouâre clingy and needy and cheesy too,â you laugh, kissing his cheek after every word.Â
He groans and youâre endeared by how he pouts at you. Heâs definitely been expressive about how he feels, but youâll be apart for the next few days. Youâll be outside your little bubble of affection this time and now have to learn how to balance your relationship with every other responsibility you both have. But you want to assure him just like you hope heâd assure you.
You climb onto his lap, interlock your fingers with his, then smile at him.Â
âI like it because itâs you,â you whisper. âAnd I like you a lot. And I wanna be with you, too. But you have duties and so do I. So youâll get through this week and do well in those appearances and meetings, and then I can meet you on Friday for dinner and spend the weekend together. Does that sound good?â
âIt does,â he smiles back, kissing your hand that has your heart racing because of how tender he does it. âIâm not really uh, a texting kind of person, but let me know how youâre doing, okay? We could talk at night and you can tell me how your day went.â
âI will. And you can tell me, too.â
You nod in agreement and hug him. Youâre flushed against his chest and thereâs just so much comfort in this. You exhale a deep breath as you feel relaxed, especially when he starts to rub your back. Itâs calming, until his hands slip underneath your shirt and his touch slowly rouses you. You feel his desire as he hugs you tightly, and now all you want is for those hands to touch everything else, and for yours to do the same.
You sit back up then pull him forward for a deep kiss, cupping his face and inhaling him, tasting him, feeling him. You slowly unknot his loose necktie, and you feel him smile against your lips, knowing exactly what comes next. You pull away and let him lean back, giving you the space to unbutton his dress shirt while youâre snug on top of his length, liking the bit of friction you feel while you expose more of him to you.Â
You reveal his torso, and he watches you admire him from this view. Youâre stunning like this, especially with the desire for him painting your face. Your hands map out his body, and he tries to steady his breathing but to no avail. Itâs only been a few days but he doesnât think heâll get over how your touch affects him anytime soon, not when it ignites something feral in him.Â
But heâll take his time just like you seem to be doing. Even your kisses on his neck and chest are slow and tender, as if youâre savoring all this, knowing youâll be without it for a few days. Youâll both have to be outside this bubble of safety while heâs away, and he supposes itâs the start of how things will be from now on. But heâs excited for it, if his week will start and end this way. Itâs something he can now look forward to, and that carries with it excitement and relief.Â
Your lips trail south, the soft pecks being accompanied by your tongue and teeth doing more now. You start to rhythmically grind against his semi-hard length, and when you guide his hand under your shirt and on your breast, he lets out a low growl that has you biting your lip in anticipation.Â
Itâs what does it for him, and soon enough, youâre both undressed, moaning each otherâs names, and damp from sweat. Heâs holding you in his arms by the end of it, both your chests still heaving and minds probably hazy. But this is what he wants with you - this feeling of passion and overwhelming desire, of a kind of intensity that he hasnât felt in a long time. Or maybe even ever.Â
But he has to let you go, and when he does, thereâs that comfort he didnât think that letting you go would make him feel. Heâll go home knowing youâre thinking of him. Heâll go through his days knowing heâll be hearing from you. And heâll meet you eventually, knowing that it will be this same desire youâll be sharing and expressing, and thatâs definitely something he canât wait to do again.
Youâre a little disoriented when you wake up in your bed the next morning. Itâs not soft sheets that you bury yourself into this time, but then again, the body soreness is quite familiar. Itâs something you donât mind though, not when you know the reason why.
Itâs only been a few days but Jungkook just seems to know your body. He seems to really like it, too, with the way he takes his time kissing it, caressing it, and praising it. He knows just how to work his tongue on your most sensitive parts to make you reach your peak. He knows just how much strength to exert, or how deep he should go in what angle, and when to increase his pace or slow down. He knows just what to say, vulgar or otherwise, or when to look at you tenderly or as if heâll devour you, or when to grip you tightly and when to hold you softly.Â
And heâd done all of that last night. While your tiny couch could only make you do so much, you both still knew what to do whether you were on top of him, on your knees, or under him.Â
It was definitely a good way to say goodbye, and he wouldâve gone another round if it wasnât for you convincing him that he had to go home so he could pack his things and be ready for an early trip. You donât want him to be too tired then oversleep, and youâre glad that he didnât.Â
You check your phone and see that he messaged you at 7:15 to say that he and Mr. Ri have already left and are on their way to Incheon. Heâll attend a meeting and then appear at an event before they take the long drive to Busan for another event where heâll present the Arts Center and make a speech. Heâll spend the night there before an early morning flight to Tokyo. Itâs the first of many post-opening promotions heâll be doing, and you know thereâll be more of these business trips that youâll have to get used to.
But you donât mind being alone this time, not when you have your own preparations and rest to do, and not when you know that youâll be hearing from him at the end of the day. Thereâs the weekend youâll be looking forward to with him.Â
Your mom had reminded you during a brief call yesterday about making sure you preserve your independence and identity, and you tell her that you always had.
âYes, because those relationships were different,â she said of your exes. âYou did that because you didnât want to share much of yourself with them. But with Jungkook, you are, and itâs also the first time. Just⌠make sure to hold onto the things that made you happy before him, and he should, too,â she advises. âShare them, but donât forget them. Donât lose what makes you, you.â
Itâs wisdom from someone whoâd gone through relationships herself, whoâd loved and lost and loved again. And itâs a good reminder.Â
This is all new to you, and you suppose itâs easy to fall into this trap of dependence with your partner, of the honeymoon stage and the giddy, euphoric parts of romance. At the end of the day, Jungkook still has duties and you have a new path to take on. Youâll both have days of being too busy, too tired, maybe a bit frustrated, too. Youâll need to ground yourself in other ways and like your mom had said, not depend on the other person to always make things better, even if most days they could.Â
Itâs the same thing that your next-door neighbor tells you when you decide to have lunch with her after she lures you with some grilled fish. She tells you about the encounter with Jungkook and you narrate how you got together. It may all seem too much, too soon and now that youâre apart from him, maybe it is. Maybe itâs also just all the emotions you both kept in finally being expressed.Â
And you think that maybe itâs also good that you have this time for yourself to remind you of all the other things you enjoy in life. Now you donât have to treat them as substitutes for what you really desire because you already have that connection and intimacy youâve been yearning for. You get to truly feel the joy of immersing yourself in your interests, and you suppose thatâs one way to not lose yourself.
So you go back home and tend to your plants. You go to the theater and watch a local film and not feel like youâre escaping your life or anything this time. You bake cookies after your chicken in broth dinner because itâs something youâve always wanted to try.Â
You share all these things with Jungkook later that evening while youâre on a video call with him, including what your mom and neighbor had said.Â
âI was a little down that youâll be away but now I⌠Iâm thinking I shouldnât be,â you say. âIâll always miss and think about you but I donât want to feel like I miss myself when Iâm with you. Am I making any sense?â
âYou are,â he smiles on the screen. âItâs the same reason why you didnât want me to miss my meeting with my father and cousin yesterday. I still have a role. Now that Iâm with you, I feel like Iâll stop feeling like that weighs me down. It used to because all I was was tied to that title. I didnât feel like I was anything else.â
You think about his words and how resigning felt liberating for you. Beyond feeling indebted, itâs clear to you that you felt stuck because itâs all you knew to do; being an assistant was all you knew how to be. It wasnât just the stress or the pressure because you know every job you take will have those. In fact, you look forward to it in your new position. You realize that you like working, you like the hustle, you like the grind. But if itâs all you do, you lose the joy.Â
Now, you have a hand to hold and a warm body to wake up to. You have someone to share your days and joys and frustrations with. You have someone to laugh with and cry to. And so days on your own feel like much-needed time to enjoy things you prefer doing by yourself. And work could feel more challenging in a good way, pushing you to be better and seeing what else you could accomplish. Somehow, being with Jungkook makes you feel like thereâs so much more you could do because at the end of the day, thereâs someone to celebrate with, to share your thoughts with; thereâs someone to cheer you on and support you.
You tell him all this and he seems to reflect on it as well.Â
âThe councils were very impressed with the Arts Center,â he says after a while. âThey said itâs a good complement to their efforts of promoting local artists because of the opportunities for exhibitions. At that moment, I felt proud of what weâve done. And it reminded me of why I wanted to focus on this aspect of the job. I always told my parents that I wanted to be responsible for the creative side of the company and I am but it felt so heavy even if I asked for it. I donât have to carry that pressure with me all the time. I get to take a break from it when Iâm with you and I think thatâs made me enjoy it more.â
Itâs a realization Jungkook had on the way home after that dinner meeting with a local artist in Busan. She talked about envisioning her pieces displayed in a space like the Arts Center and he felt that joy of being able to create something for others to be a part of. Structures are beautiful on their own, but then the meaning deepens because of what they mean for users; the sense of fulfillment is different. He supposes that heâs able to appreciate that part of the job even more now.Â
âThatâs good for us, then,â you hum, as you slowly succumb to sleep. âI have quite the day tomorrow and so do you. Rest now, Jungkook. And Iâll talk to you again.â
He says goodbye with such softness in his eyes. You miss him, but youâre happy that heâs able to experience all this on his own, too. Hearing him talk about it is different than witnessing it yourself and thatâs perhaps the joy in being with someone. Itâs not just about experiencing what they experience; itâs also about being on the receiving end when they try to make sense of it.Â
Maybe thatâs what partnership is about, and you canât imagine sharing all this to anyone else but him. And thatâs the difference this time. This is a person you admire and who admires you back. Heâs someone you could trust and feel safe enough to be your true self with, and after tonightâs conversation, you feel like youâre that same person for him.
You wake up early enough the next day and manage to send Jungkook a message wishing him well on his flight to Tokyo. He gives you a call as heâs about to board and says he has so many things lined up this Wednesday but that heâll talk to you again in the evening. Itâs a promise of tonight despite the distance, and you suppose that makes all the difference for him this time.Â
You go about your busy day, too. You make yourself a simple breakfast and then head to Rkive Publishing for your onboarding. You requested this to be done earlier so that you could focus on your tasks when you start on Monday, and Namjoon gladly agreed to your request.
He introduces you to Won-woo, your co-production officer whoâll be handling projects alongside you, and to the associates and assistants whom youâll manage to get the books ready for selling. The team seems a lot more relaxed than what youâre used to, and they share your excitement in working together soon.
Namjoon shows you your desk and turns over your laptop. He introduces you to the rest of the staff and lets the HR go through all the administrative matters with you. He gives you a folder with all the existing and upcoming projects that the associates prepared, including the processes and suppliers list, as well as your teamâs personnel files.Â
You smile at the documents because preparing these used to be your job, and now youâre at the receiving end of it. Itâs a different feeling, but being here today excites you even more.Â
You join them at a book launch and take notes of how itâs being run. As a small company, planning these events is done by a special team composed of a staff member from every department but there isnât really someone who manages it. Thatâs a responsibility given to you because of your background, and itâs a challenge youâre willing to take. You have more freedom this time and you have ideas. You observe how Namjoon and the other managers engage with the author and his team. Itâs definitely different from what youâre used to, and you feel thereâs more sincerity in these people than the millionaires you had to deal with at your old job.Â
You feel accomplished at the end of it, and itâs something you share with Jungkook again that evening when you eat your Chinese takeout while he munches on some dessert over the phone.Â
Not wanting to stay home the next day, you go to a park and finish reading your book. You decide to go to the library at the Arts Center and go through the project documents. You walk around, too, able to take in more of the surroundings with the sun still out. Itâs a calming place that has you coming up with ideas for book launches, as you take note of the indoor and outdoor spaces that could definitely hold those types of events. You feel fulfilled, and itâs something you share with Yoongi during dinner later that night.Â
You share it with Jungkook, too, over a late evening video call after he had drinks with some business partners. He sounds quite tipsy, and he goes on about having your lemon ginger tea that you convince him to ask room service to make. You remind him of his lunch breakfast meeting and afternoon flight, and tell him that you could both meet for dinner after he clocks out of work.
Itâs what you do the next day, as you wait for him at a French restaurant that you reserved for tonight. You turn around when he calls your name, and your smile is immediate when he comes up to you and hugs you tightly. He sounded tired when he called on the way here, and you suppose that he hasnât really properly rested these past few days. Heâs been going from one meeting or event to another, and heâs said before how the socializing drains all of his energy.Â
You feel that now, as he exhales deeply while his arms wrap around you.Â
âLong week, huh?â You say after you both take your seats.Â
âCrazy,â he shakes his head. âTalking about the plans was exciting but the actual talking was tiring.â
He goes on about how the rest of his trip went and you laugh at his commentary about all the people heâs met and his observations. You realize just how much is on his mind, and it reminds you of all the times that youâd seen him look detached when in fact, heâd been making notes and plans in his head.Â
Once the food arrives and you salivate at the dishes, he says heâll stop talking about work now.
âItâs part of your day. Why should you stop talking about it?â You turn to him with a pout.
âI donât want to bother you about it.â
âBut I like hearing you talk about it,â you say. âI like knowing whatâs going on in that brilliant mind of yours.â
âThereâs always too much going on inside it,â he laughs. âI donât always know how to make sense of them.â
âItâs because you donât talk about them,â you point out. âIâm here to listen. I always am.â
He smiles and shares what happened today during the meeting he had with the team to discuss all the proposals theyâve been getting with regards to promoting the Arts Center. A subsidiary company is handling operations and marketing, but other than the planned partnerships with the Culture Ministry and the International Film Festival organizers, Jungkook didnât expect other industries, as well as local and foreign companies and institutions, to want to partner with Jeon Corporation as well, specifically him.Â
He had a phone meeting with his father and Hoseok during the drive from the airport about how they can strategically go about this but that requires more canvassing and research. This is something they can tap on, and itâs good for the company image and sustainability. Residential and commercial infrastructure have always been their expertise but they can build on the cultural sides of property development, too, and Jungkook would be at the forefront of that.
âMonitoring the Arts Center is a big task in itself. Iâm gonna have to set a plan for how the VP Office is going to handle it, among many other things,â he says.Â
âMaybe itâs time to revisit each team memberâs portfolio and responsibilities,â you suggest. âUnder Hoseok, only Manager Lee and Chin-sun directly handled projects, but they were all small ones so they could handle multiple. Do-hyun and Yohan managed all administrative affairs and I oversaw a bit of everything. Monitoring the Arts Center might require more than one person so maybe Chin-sun could do it with Do-hyun as a form of mentorship. You have the call to give projects to the young ones now, and maybe add another person to help with administration and events planning. Lucas could need that support.â
Jungkook is quiet and youâre afraid you mightâve crossed a line by advising him on what he could do as VP. You may have been his assistant but that doesnât mean you could just go on and suggest things. You donât even know if itâs appropriate to do this. He didnât even technically ask for your opinion.Â
Youâre about to apologize when he speaks.
âThose are great ideas. Iâll be meeting them about their development and professional goals soon. Maybe I could align expanded responsibilities and portfolios with that,â he hums. âAnd mentorship is good, too. Hoseok said he planned on doing that but he had to oversee so many projects that it got pushed back so maybe I can institutionalize that now. And yeah, Iâm seeing now that weâd need another person to ease the load off the others. I donât want them to be overworking and actually, neither should I.â
A smile forms on your face as the ideas come flowing. He probably had thought of those already but needed a sounding board outside of the team. That would usually be his assistant but if itâs about them, heâd need another person for it.Â
âIâm sorry Iâm bringing this upon you,â he shakes his head. âThatâs⌠thatâs not your job anymore. Youâre not my assistant anymore. I donât want you to think that Iâm using you for that.â
You didnât really think of it that way but you donât blame him for thinking about it. You did accuse him of wanting you to stay for the convenience of it, and maybe thatâs still weighing on him.
âI donât mind,â you assure him. âThis is new territory for us, I guess, and itâs something we have to learn to navigate but this is important to you, which means itâs important to me, too. If we treat it like that, then itâs all okay.â
You caress his hand to assure him, and his smile says he understands. Heâll seek advice from his father, he tells you, and youâre glad that heâs actively working on that relationship personally and professionally.Â
âHow are you feeling about your first day?â He asks, his hand on your bare thigh now while you eat the chocolate mousse dessert. âDo you feel like youâre ready?â
âIâm really excited. And I think Iâm ready to just get on with it,â you smile. âBeing there last Wednesday helped, and I just have all these ideas for the projects weâve got lined up. I⌠I even thought of having book launches in the Arts Center. As long as, you know, itâs not a conflict of interest or anything.â
Your shy smile endears him, and he assures you that itâs not a problem. Youâre just using your network. At the end of the day, itâs still the managing companyâs call and your own bossâ decision. But you end up bouncing off ideas with him, too, like the Arts Center hosting writing workshops or spoken poetry sessions with the authors whose books youâll be publishing.Â
âWe make a pretty good team, donât we?â He says after youâve finished dinner and youâre walking to his car. âWeâre out here just coming up with these ideas.â
âWe work pretty well together so itâs not a surprise,â you smile at him. âI like that thereâs no pressure, too. And that we could just share these things with each other, you know?â
âThatâs true. I mean, Iâm not assessing you or anything,â he laughs. âBut I can openly admire you for it. And then think itâs sexy when you use publishing terms that I donât understand.â
âSo thatâs what you want, huh?â You giggle. âI mean, I understand. Itâs how I am with you.â
âAh, so you find it sexy when I talk about the blueprints and design stuff, then?â He teases.Â
âI do,â you smirk. âA hot guy with a big brain? Of course thatâs sexy.â
âHmm, thatâs nice to know,â he says, caging you against the door of the car.Â
His eyes soften as he takes you in and you mirror the way he looks.Â
âIâm happy I get to be with you again,â he whispers, his lips inching closer to yours.Â
âMe, too,â you whisper back. âAnd I get to sleep and wake up next to you.â
âThatâs always a good plan,â he hums, kissing you deeply, something he could definitely do in an empty basement parking that he couldnât do at a restaurant.Â
You fall into him immediately, and all you want is to do this without worry. âDo you mind if we spend the night at my place?â You suggest. âItâs closer.â
He laughs when he pulls away but agrees that getting home as quickly as possible is a good idea. You both enter the car and his palm is glued to your thigh again and you feel the desire heighten now that youâre alone.
Once the door of your apartment shuts, his hands are all over you immediately. Youâre undressed by the time you make the short walk to your dining area, and before you could breathe from your rough kissing, youâre whimpering already with how his tongue expertly laps up your sopping cunt.Â
Youâre bent on the table one minute, coming on his mouth and then the next, youâve got your leg on it while he pounds you from behind, his mouth on your neck and his hands on your breasts.Â
You go another round in your tiny bathroom, and then another one on the edge of your bed before youâre able to properly lie on it. Youâre spent after another quick shower, but itâs worth it when he fucks you as good as he does, especially after not seeing him for a few days.
Youâre laid on your side, facing him who does the same. The lamp from your living room is the only source of light you have, but itâs enough for you to see his face and the smile that paints it as you explain that your bed is not as comfortable and your sheets are not as soft as his are. He says that heâll get used to it, but you insist on passing up on your apartment next time because itâs definitely not sex-conducive unlike his penthouse. He laughs at your comments, saying that he could have sex with you anywhere and it would still be amazing.Â
But that cheekiness quickly fades away, and the anxious look in his eyes starts to worry you.
It takes a while but you hear it - the pitter-patter on your window that slowly starts getting louder. You turn around and watch helplessly as the drizzle turns to a downpour in seconds, and you rush out of the bed to close the curtains.Â
Jungkook looks uneasy - his jaws are clenched, his eyes flit from the window to you, and his breathing starts to quicken. His body shrivels, as he pulls the covers tight around him and you canât imagine how anxious he feels. You turn on your speaker and put on some soft music to hopefully drown out the sounds. It works only a little, and youâre reminded of all the times that you felt powerless and unable to give him comfort.
But thatâs not the case now, as his words prompt you to move.
âCome here, please,â he mumbles. âI need you with me.â
You return to your spot next to him, and he loosens his hold on the blanket to let you in.Â
âIâm here, okay?â You whisper, cupping his face and looking at him in the eyes. âIâm not going anywhere. Youâre safe with me, Jungkook.â
His eyes soften a bit before they close, and you cover his ears with your hands the way you did all those months ago to block out the noise. It works, as his breathing starts to slow down. But his hold on your arms tightens, and you feel that he needs you as an anchor to get through this, so you shift up and let his arms wrap around you. He finds purchase in your neck while you caress his back, and you pace your breathing with his to let him know that youâre with him, and that youâre not letting him go.
The thunder doesnât come, but you hold Jungkook the entire night to tell him that youâre there to comfort him even when the storm has passed. You drift to sleep once you hear his soft snores, letting his warmth envelope you as well.
You awake the next morning laid on your stomach like you tend to be, with only the warmth from the blanket covering you. Youâre no longer hugging Jungkook. He also isnât next to you.Â
You shift on your back and then find him by the balcony, the curtains open now, allowing you to see the clear skies outside. He stands looking out, with a faraway look in his eyes the way he had the day after his nightmare. You watch him for a while, wondering whatâs on his mind, if the fear still remains, or if your comfort helped him get through the night.
He senses youâre awake, so he turns around and faces you. Thereâs a softness in his eyes now and you wonder where thatâs from.
âHey,â he greets. âDid the light wake you?â
âNo. The empty space next to me did,â you say softly, sitting up on the bed now.
âIâm sorry. I⌠I had to exercise a bit to expend the negative energy,â he explains.Â
âWhat did you do?â You wonder.Â
âJust some push-ups and lunges. I didnât want to disturb your sleep. You looked pretty peaceful,â he smiles.
âI donât even know what time I slept. But it wasnât long after you did. How do you feel?â
âBetter. It was one of those nights, you know?â
You nod, suddenly overcome with a wave of sadness and regret. He notices the change in your expression and sits on the edge of the bed facing you.Â
âHey, is everything okay?â
You look at him with a pout. âI asked you to come here. Then it rained. And I know how you like to workout in the mornings and I have nothing to offer here.â
âYou know you canât control the weather, right?â He nudges your knee. âI wouldâve asked if we could come here if you hadnât because it was closer. And you⌠you were all I needed last night. I held onto you like a lifeline, ___.â
âYou did,â you nod, appreciating his words, even if heâs not the one who should be comforting you after what happened. âIâm glad I could do that for you. I guess Iâm just⌠a little ashamed because this is all I have andââ
âBaby, Iâm gonna stop you there before you say anything else,â he says, scooting closer to you and tilting your chin so you could look at him. âThis is your home and I⌠I know you donât just let anyone in. I like being here. I like being with you. And last night, that will be one of many. I know I wonât be going through that on my own anymore.â
âI canât control the weather, right?â You repeat his words. âWhat if it happens and Iâm not with you?â
âIâll just imagine that you are,â he hums. âAnd then I can head to you the next day and Iâll feel better. And thatâs⌠thatâs new for me.â
âOkay,â you mumble, thankful that youâre able to give him as much comfort and safety that he does with you. âIâm just here even if Iâm not around.â
âI know,â he smiles, leaning close to kiss you.Â
You give him a soft one then pout again, saying you still have to brush your teeth, so he lets you go and you scurry to the bathroom. You return to your bed with him lying on his back now, his arm folded behind his head as he gestures to the space next to him. You climb up and lay on top of his chest, kissing him languidly as his arms wrap around your waist to hold you in place.
Heâs gentle with the way his tongue rolls around with yours, and with how his hands stroke your back as theyâve snuck underneath your shirt. Thereâs something about the rare cool morning that has you wanting to just lazily make out with him while you feel each other up.
And thatâs exactly what happens. You hum and giggle against each otherâs lips, and your hand maps his torso while he palms your waist down to your thigh.Â
Laying on his chest now, you turn to him.
âIâm nervous about tonight,â you confess.
âBaby, you know my parents. And you know they like you,â he says, turning to you. âEven you think that they already approve of you.â
Itâs true, you remind yourself. They have always been kind to you. Youâve had several conversations with CEO Jeon and he was the one who showed you the library. They also sounded excited about dinner when they called Jungkook last week, but being around them in a different context this time makes you anxious.Â
âApproval is one thing but meeting expectations is another, and thatâs what Iâm worried about,â you explain. âThey know me as an employee but not as the woman youâre, uh, currently seeing.â
âYou mean dating.â
âYes, that,â you shyly smile. âI worked for their family and now Iâm⌠dating their son. And there are standards to that.â
âStandards that you already meet,â he assures you. âFor all that my parents are, I at least know that what matters the most to them is that Iâm with someone who genuinely wants me, and considering how you canât get your hands off me, I know you do.â
You laugh at this teasing but you donât deny it.Â
âYouâre quite irresistible, if Iâm being honest,â you giggle. âIâm still getting used to the fact that I could, uh, do all this with you.â
âWell, I hope you donât get tired of it. Because I wonât.â
âLook at you being good with words and all,â you smirk. âYou surprise me, Mr. Jeon. I canât wait to know what else is inside that heart of yours.â
âMe, too, actually,â he hums, realizing that thereâs still so much he doesnât know about what heâs capable of doing and feeling this time around. âI guess we can find out together.â
You smile at his honesty and think the same. Youâre on this journey of learning what your heart can do and heâll be the one to show you that.Â
You lay in bed with Jungkook for the rest of the morning, having short naps and then lazy make out sessions before deciding to wash up. You eat at a cafe for lunch then head to his place this time. He works out for a bit then joins you on the couch as you watch a show before you both prepare for that dinner at his parentsâ estate.Â
Mr. and Mrs. Jeon warmly greet you when you arrive. They lead you to the dining room and you tone down your amazement at the spread before you. There are all types of meat and seafood and other fancy dishes that get you curious, something Jungkook seems to notice as he fills your plate and tells you to let him know what else you want more of.Â
âDonât be shy, dear,â his mother says. âHave as much as you want. We want you to feel at home and comfortable, okay?â
âYes, Mrs. Jeon,â you smile.Â
You try to loosen up but still act proper, not wanting to give the impression that youâre uncultured and ignorant. Their family has so much experience of traveling the world and you want to show that you can keep up, that youâre worthy of sitting and walking alongside them and their son. You seem to be doing okay, but you donât realize how nervous you really are until you feel Jungkookâs hand wrap around your own and then his fingers interlocking with yours.
Heâs warm and stable, and when you tighten your grip, you see him smile from your periphery. You smile as well, wanting him to know that you appreciate the encouragement heâs giving. And it helps, as once youâre asked about your new job, you feel yourself relax in his hold, until he slowly lets you go, showing you that youâre doing well and can hold your own.
You talk with confidence and excitement about the publishing house and your responsibilities. Jungkook watches you beam when you mention your upcoming projects and the things youâre looking forward to learning, and he thinks youâre incredibly beautiful like this. Itâs new and exciting for him, too, and itâs at this moment when all the pain and frustration from losing you the first time that it all feels truly worth it.Â
Jungkook doesnât expect to be as engaged as he is once his mother asks about his trips this past week. Oftentimes heâd give simple and straightforward answers, but with you around, thereâs this new kind of comfort and feeling of openness towards his parents. Perhaps itâs gratitude that they helped you and your mom all those years ago. Maybe itâs also you, because being around you makes him want to be better. It might be both of that and more - it might also be him, realizing that heâs capable of receiving and returning the love of the two people who've given him the most.Â
After dinner, you all proceed to the sitting room outside that overlooks the garden. You settle with a flute of champagne and sit next to Mrs. Jeon, appreciating the moon casting over the grand space filled with big trees and flower beds and a fountain.Â
âIâve added more outdoor lights,â CEO Jeon informs Jungkook as they sip their glass of whiskey. âIâll show you the new ones.â
Jungkook nods and gestures to you that heâll just go with his father. You watch them head out and walk around, with the older man pointing to different posts and seemingly explaining the lighting. Jungkook engages with him, and compared to what youâd witnessed in the past, his body language this time is no longer of detachment.
âYouâve done so much for our son, ___,â his mother breaks through your thoughts, prompting you to turn to her. âI hope you never doubt your place in this family. I know itâs all new and itâs just been a week but I want you to feel like you belong here, with him and with us.â
âThatâs an honor to give me, Mrs. Jeon,â you respond in gratitude. âPlease know that I wonât take that for granted.â
âI feel more grateful that youâre around,â she faintly smiles. âWeâre just like most families, you know? I donât want to be ignorant in saying that but we⌠We have our troubles. We never say enough, we say things we donât mean, we let distance keep us apart, we love but we donât show it the right way. But we try. We try with our sons but it doesnât always get through. I always feel like too much has happened and we just never knew how to make up for it.â
âI think Jungkookâs seeing that now,â you assure her. âHeâs told me about wanting to spend more time with you, to celebrate birthdays and holidays. It might take time but he wants to make plans. He wonât feel so far away from you anymore.â
âAnd we thank you for that,â she says. âWe didnât know how to make him open up to us and there are still things we donât know about him. We lost so many years and I⌠Iâve been hoping that in being back here, heâll give us a chance and now he has. And thatâs because of you. You showed him the good thatâs around him and you made him open up to those good things. All it took was you.â
âHe did the same for me,â you point out. âI carried a lot of pain, too, and Iâve only started to embrace the good things around me because of him. Your son has such a beautiful heart, Mrs. Jeon, and regardless of what happened, I know he took that from you, too,â your voice cracks now.Â
âOh, dear,â she huffs, taking your hand in hers. âYou have no idea how much it means to me to know that.â
She wipes the tears that form in her eyes and you give her a comforting smile.Â
âHe cares about you, Mrs. Jeon. And heâs slowly learning how to express that.â
âThatâs wonderful to hear,â she smiles. âI hope you always stay by his side, dear. It can get hard sometimes, as it is with all relationships. But⌠I hope you hold each otherâs hands throughout all of that.â
âIâm sure weâll learn that, too,â you nod.Â
You turn to where Jungkook and his father are and see that theyâve gone a bit further down. You ask his mother where they might be and she answers that theyâre probably by the playground, as new lights have been installed in that area, too.
âYou should go to him,â she urges. âThatâs such a special place for him and Iâm sure heâd want to show it to you.â
You nod and head out, your heart warming at finally being able to be in his safe space this time. You get there without catching their attention, and you look back at the humble structure before you, seeing the love that created it for a man you hold so close to you.
âThatâs such a lovely playground, Mr. Jeon,â you say, prompting both men to turn to you. âDid you build this all by yourself?â
âOh, I thought you were talking to me,â Jungkook states.
âYouâre only Jungkook to me now,â you playfully shake your head, although you donât miss the teasing way he cocks his eyebrow because you definitely still use the formalities as you please.
CEO Jeon laughs but gets back to your question. âI did. It was the first time I ever designed and constructed one and it took a while to do it. I had to figure out how to hide it from Jungkook because he would follow me out here that I had his mother take him to one of our properties in the mountains for the weekend just so I could finish it,â he laughs at the memory. âBut it was all worth it. He loved it as a child and it stood the test of time.â
âItâs because you maintain it, father,â Jungkook points out. âThatâs, uh, thatâs dedication.â
âI knew how much it mattered to you, and that mattered to me,â the older man hums. âI wanted you to have a place where you felt safe every time you were here. Maintaining it was my way of feeling close to you.â
You watch as both of them share a look of gratitude and acceptance, and though mending this relationship will also take time, you know that with this, itâs starting to.
âWell, Iâm sure Jungkook would love to show it off,â CEO Jeon smiles. âIâll leave you both to it.â
Youâre left alone with Jungkook now, and with his hand around your waist, you rest your head on his chest and hug him tight. You imagine a young boy running about, excitedly riding the swing and going down the slide and then sitting at his favorite spot while he draws buildings and the sky on his sketch pad. That same boy stands next to you now and holds you close, in a way sharing those memories with you as you stand in silence and take in the beauty of a humble playground.Â
Jungkook turns and kisses you on the forehead.Â
âThank you for tonight,â he whispers. âIâm glad youâre here with me.â
âAlways,â you smile. âThank you for taking me here.â
You know that for him, itâs not just about how you managed the evening with his parents. Itâs also more than just a celebratory dinner for the Arts Center. Tonight is a way for him to show his parents that heâs ready to receive all the good that theyâve been showing him.Â
And itâs his way of telling you that as long as youâre both navigating your pains and your fears together, everything is going to be alright.
You spent the rest of Saturday night curled in Jungkookâs arms as you both watched a horror movie on his living room couch. On Sunday, you slept in and cooked lunch together before he took you to a spa. He insisted on getting a massage to help you relax before your big first day, and with the steam room and afternoon tea included in the couples package, you couldnât say no.Â
He looked happy seeing you satisfied. There was something about the soft kisses and sensual touches that got you relaxed and definitely turned on. You had dinner out after that then he took you home where he stayed until you started dozing off, wanting to spend time with you as long as he can before another busy week.Â
Your alarm goes off on Monday morning and you immediately get up, feeling that excitement of your first day rush through you. Itâs a different feeling this time - youâll be establishing a new routine, be around a different set of people, exploring new food places to eat at for lunch, and your days will be filled with new tasks and responsibilities that you canât wait to get to.Â
Youâll learn new things and manage a team this time, and it will challenge you in so many ways. Youâll also engage with authors and artists, and you suppose that's what youâre most excited about - you want to connect with your inner self and your surroundings more, and to find peace and strength in other peopleâs words.Â
Looking at yourself in the mirror after your shower, you canât help but smile. Thereâs that joy on your face thatâs new. Thereâs a bit of fear, too, but even then, you wish Jungkook was here to see how excited you look, or maybe to remind you that things are going to be alright. He messaged earlier to greet you good morning and youâll probably settle with texts for now, as he might be on the way to work with Lucas next to him.Â
Wrapping a towel around your body, you head out the bathroom to dress up. But thatâs when your doorbell rings, and you freeze for a moment because youâre not scheduled to have anyone this early in the morning. It might be your neighbor. But it could also beâ
âBabe?â Jungkook calls from the other side. âAre you still there?â
You immediately open the door to let him in and you stare at him, all dressed and ready for work.
âHey,â you say, returning his kiss. âWhat are you doing here? Did Mr. Ri drive for you?â
âNo, I did,â he smiles. âI told him and Lucas that Iâll just meet them at the office and I wonât be in until around 9.â
âWhy?â
âWell, itâs your first day. And I wanted to get you breakfast. And drive you to work,â he explains. âMaybe ease your nerves if youâre a little anxious.â
You soften as you watch him lay out the pastries and cups of coffee on your dining table. You were just thinking about him, and now heâs here, making sure heâs got your first meal and transportation covered on this pretty important day.Â
âIâm actually quite excited,â you beam. âAnd Iâm really glad youâre here.â
âGood,â he smiles, taking his seat. âI⌠I know youâre a grown adult and all but I didnât want you to go through this on your own.â
You want to hug and kiss him at this moment but doing so while wrapped in a damp towel isnât a good idea. So you ask for a second and quickly wear your nightgown from last night, then you scurry towards him. You sit on his lap and bury your face in his neck, taking in his scent while your arms wrap around him.Â
His arms wrap around you, too, tightening his grip on your waist the more you curl into his body. He adores this giddy version of you, the one that melts in joy when he does something nice. Itâs wholesome, he thinks. He always believed you deserved that kind of care and treatment. Heâd spoil you with whatever you like, but itâs this tenderness that he learned from you, that he wants to try to keep showing.Â
You cup his face with your hands and kiss him softly while he palms your outer thigh as your legs lay on his lap. You pull away before you start to want more, grazing your nose against his instead then going to your seat.Â
The pastries look divine and you already feel energized. You thank him again for making the effort to buy all this and drive to you, and his proud smile makes the butterflies in your belly go off.Â
âDress up now,â he says once you finish. âIâll clean up here and make you coffee to-go.â
âOkay,â you mumble, leaving him to finally get ready.
Jungkook puts away the remaining food and wraps it for your breakfast tomorrow. He uses the coffee machine that his office gave as a farewell gift to make your drink that youâll be needing to get you through the rest of the morning. He glances at you and sees you choosing between two blouses. You turn to him to show both of them, your eyes asking which one you should wear.
âBlush,â he answers. âPairs better with the green.âÂ
He gestures towards the shoes next to your closet, the ones he got for you last weekend.Â
âThought so,â you smile, turning around to put it on.Â
He walks towards you as you tuck it in your beige slacks and look at yourself in the mirror. He watches as you tie the knot by the neckline of your top, aligning the bows constantly. You donât seem to be satisfied, as you pull the tails then do it all over again, straightening the bows once more. He knows you can do this even with your eyes closed, but a bit of help wonât hurt, especially as he senses that somethingâs causing you to be quite jittery.
âHey,â he calls out. âLet me.â
You meet his eyes in the mirror then turn around to face him. He tightens the knot and aligns it, and you watch him the whole time he does. Something about the way heâs focused on this makes your heart race, and you smile to yourself at how the roles have reversed.Â
But unlike how both of you used to stand still and hold your breaths when it was you on the other side, this time, thereâs calmness despite what youâre feeling.
âOkay, maybe Iâm a little nervous,â you admit, prompting him to look at you. âItâs just that⌠so much has happened for me to get here and I want to do it right. I want to do well. I donât want to fail at this, Jungkook.â
âAnd you wonât,â he comforts, cupping your face now as he looks at you tenderly. âYou worked hard to get here, to have this kind of freedom. You deserve to pursue what makes you happy, ___, and you deserve to want it, okay? Youâre gonna go there and impress everyone with your beautiful mind and admirable work ethic and kindness. And that boss of yours is going to constantly be thankful that you gave him a chance and didnât shut him out when he spoke to you at that bookstore.â
He thumbs your cheek as you slowly smile, and he mirrors your look of adoration.Â
âIâve seen what you can do,â Jungkook continues. âAnd this new role, this company⌠theyâll test you but I know you. Youâll make them believe in your capabilities and your vision. Your heart will make them trust you. And youâll lead them well; I donât doubt it one bit.â
âOkay,â you nod, feeling the warmth of his words all over your body.
Youâre thankful that he decided to come today, as you probably wouldâve stressed about so many things and then become anxious right as youâre entering the office.Â
But you arenât. You feel confident and excited and for the first time, you feel like yourself. Itâs not because youâre tying your identity and purpose to a job again, which is what pulled you down before. But right now, you donât feel the baggage of your past. You donât feel like youâre performing a role. You donât feel emptiness or disconnection from things and people around you.Â
Perhaps this is when you start to really get to know who you are - as a professional, as a leader, as a potential artist⌠Maybe as a lover and someoneâs partner, too, as you take what Jungkook is giving you. This is when you get to know yourself as a person and what you can give to others and how much you can receive. This is when you get to know yourself outside of what you do and let it be about what you feel and think and enjoy.Â
This is when it could be about what you love. And perhaps this is when you learn what your heart could truly do, and you canât wait to explore all that with him.
âThank you,â you mumble, exhaling a sigh of relief once you feel his soft lips against your forehead. âIâm glad Iâm not doing this on my own.â
Jungkook just smiles, content on seeing that joy and calmness on your face. You stop him when he pulls you to finally leave the house, and you think thereâs one thing you can do for him this time.
You align his necktie, and while heâs been doing it correctly recently, you canât pass up on this part of your routine together.Â
He smiles again and kisses your hand in thanks, then he leads you to his car where he drives the half hour to your office, all while your fingers are intertwined with his. Itâs calming and everything you need before your big day, one that will start with a meeting to prepare you for your operations planning at the end of the week.Â
Jungkook pulls over on the street and faces you. And just as youâre about to kiss him goodbye, he tells you that thereâs something he wants to give you as an added gift.Â
You look at him in warning because you said you didnât want anything else.
âItâs nothing grand, I promise,â he chuckles, as he retrieves a bag from the backseat.Â
He hands it to you and you excitedly peek in, feeling a wave of emotion as you hold up a snake plant.Â
âI heard itâs good for positive energy,â he says to fill up the silence in the car.Â
Heâs right because you told him that. And heâs been taking care of the one on his office desk, the one that you gave him for his birthday. He also told you the other day that looking at it now makes him feel your presence, as if youâre rooting for him even when youâre not around. You suppose thatâs what heâs trying to tell you, too.
âIt is,â you smile. âI heard itâs also good at reminding its owner that someoneâs always there for them.â
âI can confirm that saying,â he chuckles.Â
You lean over and give him a soft kiss.Â
âThank you, Jungkook,â you smile, feeling the calmness wash over you.Â
âYouâre welcome,â he smiles back. âNow go. You canât be late on your first day.â
You laugh and open the door. âIâll see you tonight,â you say before walking out.Â
You turn back and wave him goodbye one last time.Â
Itâs quite symbolic, as you think about Jungkook as happiness, dropping you off at a new place that already gives you another kind of fulfillment. You used to think there was only one way to feel it, that it only consisted of one thing or person.Â
You realize that happiness could be in many forms, and that the feeling of connection and intimacy is alive, itâs ongoing, itâs a constant pursuit thatâs both tangible and elusive, and it requires vulnerability; it requires strength.Â
As you enter your new office and greet your new colleagues, and as you place the plant with the âgood luckâ note on it on your desk and retrieve the supplies that your former team gave you, you see all the things that connect you to your past and the ones that clarify your new present. Thereâs so much to learn and unlearn - how to be good to yourself is one of them, and you canât wait for that, too.
âMs. Cho,â a deep voice calls out.Â
You look at the man in front of you and you both share a brief moment of silence before bursting in laughter.
âIt feels weird,â Namjoon says. He straightens himself before turning to you again. â___,â he corrects. âMeeting time, letâs go.â
Itâs casual and comfortable and everything you need. You donât want the formalities either, and itâs this type of environment that you truly believe will make you better.Â
You follow him to the meeting room and thereâs a wave of nostalgia that hits you, especially once you start taking minutes that you shouldnât be doing anymore.Â
You laugh to yourself. Maybe thereâll always be that person in you, but you donât pity her anymore; in fact, you admire her. Itâs her strength and grace that got you here, and you know itâs the same things that will make you appreciate and protect and fight for all the things that you have now.Â
That includes your job. That includes yourself. And that definitely includes Jungkook.
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okay but someone (you !!!) should write a cute little oneshot of that tik tok trend where you call logan your boyfriend (even though heâs your husband) and he is just not!!! happy!!! and all pouty about it !!!
ORRRRR (if not maybe both đ) one where Logan is your boyfriend and you call him your husband and he just melts and is so happy to be around you and in your presence
everything you do is amazing!!! đđđ
ooh hi hi anon! Iâve seen this trend and itâs so cute to think about Logan being like âźď¸ about it - I did a little drabble for each scenario! I hope you like them! đ (and ahh, thank you so much!)
little games | logan howlett x f!reader
800 words | logan pov, fluff, possessive thoughts
After another long shift, your smile is all he needs.
Unable to help the tired curve of his lips as he hears your voice - the âhi honeyâ that you coo, from where you lean against the kitchen counter.
Phone tucked against your ear, a notebook and colorful pens splayed out in front of you.
âSound goods, Saturday is great. Listen, I gotta go-,â Your attention pulls from him, though his eyes linger as he crouches - working on the laces of his boots.
Standing, just as he hears the rest of your goodbye.
â-my husband just got home.â
He almost trips.
Warmth floods through him, a cock of his head as he wonders if he misheard.
But his senses always had been keen.
âMhmm.â You hum - as he slowly crosses the room. Coming up behind you, arms wrapping around your waist just as you wrap up your call.
Unable to help the tilt of his head - pressing his lips against your neck. Inhaling you, that pretty layer of scents that now linger in his home.
Something stirs, as he lets his mind run free.
âYep,â You squirm, your hand layering over his, âSee you then. Bye!â
He only gives you just enough space to twist yourself around. Still pinning you against the counter, his eyes darkened.
âHi.â You smile, tipping your lips up to his, âMissed you.â
Itâs murmured back, just as his mouth presses to yours. Sweet, when his tongue licks against your lip, his hands slipping up to cradle your jaw.
Letting himself imagine, for just a minute. Still quiet, when you pull away - the mark between his brow deepening.
Never one to beat around the bush, the words slipping before he can think too much about it.
âCalled me your husband.â He husks, âYou know that?â
He should catch that youâre not caught off-guard. That thereâs almost a guilty flicker in your eye, before youâre inhaling a breath.
Head tilting to match his. His eyes dropping to where your tongue peeks out to wet your lip.
âSorry, baby. Must have slipped up,â You shrug, shyly, âDid it bother you?â
The name curls in his chest, slipping around his ribs. Only adding to the flicker of desire, the soft warmth thatâs settled beneath his skin.
âNo.â He husks.
Dipping to kiss you again. Hips pressing flush, the curving ridge of his jeans indicating exactly how it made him feel.
âNot when itâs you saying it.â
Logan never really minds meeting the people you grew friendly with.
You attract them in a way he never did. Picking up the names of everyone in the apartment complex long before he does. The couple that live on the floor above. The old man and his dog three doors down.
Your hand patting his chest, as you stop to chat with an older woman at the base of the stairs.
âYou remember Logan, right?â You ask her, âMy boyfriend.â
And suddenly, he minds. Head whipping towards you so quickly his neck almost cracks.
Eyebrow arching as the women - Gladys - coos over them, the words petering out to white noise as he frowns.
âHusband.â Logan cuts in, gruffly - the gold glinting off his finger as he reaches out to shake her hand.
You giggle. Gladys only exclaims - and itâs all he can do to keep his jaw from clenching so hard his teeth crack.
A hand at your back, already guiding you towards the apartment before your goodbyes are finished. Backing you against the door the second itâs shut, as you blink up at him.
âTryinâ to be cute?â He asks - and he can hear the edge in his voice, âAnother one of your little games?â
Knows he hit the nail on the head when your teeth sink into your lip. Biting back a smile, as your voice pitches up.
âWhat do you mean?â
He huffs. Hands flattening against the wood - seeing how your eyes go wide as he leans in.
âCalling me your boyfriend.â Logan grits out, âWhen we both know how fucking eager you were to take my name.â
How wet it makes you, when he has you beneath him. Fingers entwined, a matching ring around yours.
Thereâs hunger in your eyes. His lips ghosting against yours - pulling away just as you lean to kiss him.
âUh-uh.â His head shakes, âWhat am I?â
You pout, but he only hums - expectant. Possessive.
Loganâs voice dropping low.
âCome on, baby.â He coaxes, âLemme hear you say it.â
Your scent blooms sweet, and he almost groans. Lets your lips press against his this time, your answer breathed out.
âMy husband.â
âThatâs my girl.â He smirks.
Kissing you soundly, then.
Already imaging how the cool press of his ring will feel when heâs got three fingers buried deep inside you.
Maybe then you wonât âforgetâ.
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[đ] thinking about the types of hugs bf!skz would give you
â⊠pairing : bf!skz (individual) x gn!reader
â⊠contains : lots and lots and lots of fluff and hugs and just the boys being so smitten lol, probably some typos, i have not looked over this too well
â⊠notes : this has been in my drafts for ages, but i never got around to finishing it lol. also, i wont lie, i loved writing in this little bulleted style. im gonna have to write more silly little things like this! anyway, i hope you all enjoy đŤś
01. bang chan - bear hugs
will open his arms and just let you launch yourself into his embrace no matter the mood youâre in
youâre sad? he just opens his arms silently and lets you come to him on your own terms
youâre seeing him for the first time since he left for tour? opens his arms and lets you come flying to him - catches you every single time
literally engulfs you completely
gently rocks you back and forth when you need it, running his fingers through your hair and whispering sweet things into your ear
âshh, baby itâs going to be okay. youâre fine, iâm right here if you need meâ
definitely the type to cup your face, wipe your tears away and tell you to âturn that frown upside downâ with the sweetest look on his face (it works every single time of course bc your bf is just so sweet and loving and caring and you canât help but crack the smallest of smiles at him)
tries so hard to shield you away from the rest of the world by being in his arms
also uses it as a way to annoy you
will come up behind you while youâre trying to do something and just drape himself fully over your back
wonât get off until one (or both) of you end up on the floor
02. lee minho - back hugs
i Really have been thinking about back hugs and lee know recently, like itâs taken over 80% of all my thoughts
he especially loves back hugs in the mornings, like iâm talking clingy in the mornings
sometimes you wake up before him and youâll be cooking breakfast for the two of you and heâll quietly sneak up behind you and wrap his arms around your waist and just watch as you cook
do NOT try to get him off of you, because he Will retaliate by digging his chin into your shoulder to get you to stop wiggling
youâll feed him little bites over you shoulder while asking if it needs anything
heâll do his cute little âmmm!~â and shake his head against your shoulder
you wake him up while while youâre trying to get out of bed? good luck because heâs reaching up and grabbing you by the waist to drag you back in
âwhere do you think youâre going? itâs not time to get out of bed yetâ
holds you there until one or both of you fall back asleep
loves to stand behind you and watch you do your nighttime routine too
asks so many (of the same) questions just because he likes to hear you talk
gets all doe eyed while watching you explain to him the benefits of one face mask over the other
he really is just smitten
03. seo changbin - picks you up and spins you around
this man. oh my god
you cannot convince me that he doesnât love to pick you up and just take you places
like if you wanna go somewhere and youâre sitting down, be prepared for him to just lift you up and take you where you need
time for bed? he will gently pick you up off the couch and bring you to bed himself, just because he can
absolutely looooooves when you get all flustered by it
âbinnie, i can walk myself you know?â
âjust because you can, doesnât mean you shouldâ
is alllllllll about the princess treatment
as a result this translates over to his hugs 100%
literally almost knocks over the guys when he sees you come in the practice room one day
sprints full force at you until heâs scooping you up in his arms to spin you around and around until youâre breathless and dizzy
loves to pick you up and gently sway the two of you when youâre not feeling the greatest
if you come home upset and heâs there, heâs immediately picking you up and rocking you side to side as he runs his hands through your hair
sometimes you want to talk about whatâs made you this upset, other time you donât, so heâll just hold you in place until you tell him what you need - whether that be a warm bath to relax (which he carries you to) or to be let down so you can pace and rant about how shitty of a day you had
04. hwang hyunjin - buries his face in your neck
he just wants to be as close to you as he can possibly get
loves loves loves the whole skinship of it
sooooo many neck / shoulder kisses!!!
so soft and sweet about it :(
heâll gently hold you face in one hand while he moves you hair to the side with the other so he can make space for himself between your neck and your shoulder
always leaves at least one kiss to your neck before he rests his forehead there
âyou know, hyune, you canât just hide in my neck forever. at some point you need to come outâ
will literally pout, shake his head and shove his face closer to you
heâll fall asleep like that too
if you two have a movie night on the couch, be ready for him to lay directly on top of you, shove his face into your neck, and then promptly fall asleep within the first 20 minutes
the list of unfinished movies you guys have is astronomically long because this happens so often
you can tell if itâs been a bad day when he comes home and immediately goes to hide away from everything in your neck.
you just hold him there for as long as he needs
sometimes he will talk about it, other times he will just sit there, quietly sniffling while you comb your hands through his hair to bring him a little comfort
05. han jisung - clings to you
i will forever and always stand by the fact that han jisung is one clingy motherfucker okay
like iâm talking he launches himself at you the moment you step through the door when you get home
will not let you go for at least 5 minutes
âhanji, babe, can you at least let me put my things down first?â
the little fucker would hold you tighter and pout ânooo, i just missed you so much, wanna hold you for a few more minutesâ
definitely calls it his ârecharging timeâ
will 100% get all whiny and pouty if he doesnât get to hug you for as long as he wants to
somehow manages to be the worlds biggest blanket hog and the worlds biggest cuddler at the same time
half the time you wake up freezing cold on one side and burning up on the other from where he has cocooned himself in all the blankets and then clung onto you for dear life
does not shy away from sticking to you in front of his friends
if you guys have a movie night with everyone in the dorms, he is not content until you are sat in his lap with his arms wrapped around you and his head pressed against yours
bonus points if itâs a scary movie and you sit sideways in his lap so you can hide your face in his neck when it gets too spooky
06. lee felix - squeezes you
this man just has so much love and happiness to spread, he canât help but squeeze the life out of you every time he sees you
it doesnât matter how long itâs been either
a day, a week, hell even if you just go to take a shower and come back heâs squeezing you as soon as you return
most definitely shakes you a bit while holding on to you for dear life
grabs you and does the fully body vibrate thing just to annoy you
sometimes he gets a little carried away and youâll have to remind him that you actually Do need to breathe at some point
âlix, baby, i canât- i canât really breathe-â
âoh!â heâd giggle bc ofc he would, âiâm sorry baby, sometimes i just forget how tightly iâm holding you.â
gives you tiny reassuring squeezes when you need them tho
he can somehow always tell when youâre having even the slightest of bad days
also can tell exactly what kind of squeeze you need
if you come home upset, heâs right there to grab you and hold you tight, kissing the side of your head as the tears that have been building up all day finally come crashing down
tries to physically squeeze the sadness from you because he hates seeing you like this :(
if you come home mad, heâll sit with you while you rant about your day and offer small, reassuring squeezes to your shoulder to show you heâs listening
07. kim seungmin - rests his head on / against yours
idk smth about seungmin just screams that he loves to rest his head on or against yours
and if heâs tall enough to place his chin on the top of your head? oh heâs giddy about it every single time
loves to wrap his arms around your shoulders from behind, place his chin on top of your head, and just stand there like that
is also a little shit about it ofc
âyouâre so short, i can see clear over your head. how embarrassing.â
âyeah, but you love it.â
he does indeed love it.
he loves that he can rest his head against yours if he needs a little recharge and he loves the smell of your shampoo and he loves how close your temple is for him to kiss
oh thatâs another thing
he will kiss your temple / forehead any chance he gets - like itâs literally his favorite thing to do
when you really need comfort, heâll pull you close and kiss your forehead before resting his against yours while you try to forget how terrible of a day you had
softly knocks his head against yours just for the fun of it
he loves to hear you giggle and get tripped up on your words when he does it, so heâll keep doing it until you physically have to pull yourself out of his embrace just to finish your story
08. yang jeongin - waist hugs
i just really think he would be the type to wrap his arms around your waist and never let go, ya know???
like he would always be holding your waist in some way when youâre out in public just to make it easier to tug you into his arms whenever needed
loves loves loves to slowly move his hands from your sides to your back just to tease you a little bit
will 100% use giving you a hug as an excuse to start a tickle fight tho, so always be on your toes
heâll sneak up behind you, snake his hands around your waist while acting like the innocent and sweet and loving bf he is
and then as soon as you let your guard down heâs going in for the kill, digging his fingers into your sides and tickling the life out of you
wonât stop until you call mercy
âiâm going to have to take away your hugging privileges if all youâre going to use them for is to tickle me.â
âyou wouldnât dare to take them away. you love my hugs far too much for that.â
walks away all smugly because he know heâs right. you would never deny him a hug, even though you know the risk of it ending in tickles
loves to gently run his hands up and down your sides while heâs listening to you talk
heâll definitely slide them under the hem of your shirt
sometimes this is to place his freezing cold hands against your warm skin to make you jump, other times itâs to provide comfort when you need it
heâs slide his hands under you shirt and gently runs his hands up and down your bare sides and back when youâve had a particularly rough day
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ââMY LAST NAME BELONGS TO YOU!
SUMMARY: writing your name out, with his last name!
CHARACTERS: basketball club + azul and leona
GENRE: fluff
WARNINGS: reader is referred to as [mc] â not really a warning, just kinda cringe â mentions of pursuing marriage in floyd and azuls part
ROMANTIC, RELATIONSHIP IS UP TO READER
reader is g/n, reader is yuu
âĽď¸âACE TRAPPOLA
âman, this stinks..â
ace whispered under his breath as professor trein droned on with the lesson. he was struggling to keep his eyes open. as much as he wanted to just fall asleep in the middle of the lesson, he really really didnât want to add to his homework pile.
thatâs just more precious hours of his day wasted. all the repetitive sounds were oddly enough lulling him to sleep. the grating sounds of grim snoring, the weird twang noise deuces rubber band was making, and the sounds of pencils writing against paper.
âhey deucy, make sure not to fall asleep.â he whispered to ace, as if he wasnât about to do the same. deuce gives him a look, about to open his mouth before trein had looked in their direction. ending their banter immediately.
to keep himself awake, ace started doodling in his notebook. not in the corner as most would, no he began doodling on a brand new sheet of paper. curious as to what you were doing, it seems you were notetaking at first.
but getting a closer look, you were doing the same as him. doodling in the notebook, barely paying attention to the lesson. he snickered, deep down grateful that he wasnât the only one not paying attention.
âhah. look at that idiot, not paying attention. theyâd have to work twice as hard without magic. hehe.â ace thought, shifting his attention to staring at you. though he was focused on you, his hands still mindlessly doodled across the page. completely unaware of what he was writing.
deuce glances over his shoulder, eyes widening at what he managed to read. âace?! i.. i never wouldâve thought this was your level of dedication..â deuce says to ace, confusing the boy. âeh? deuce what are you talking aboutââ
ace looks at the paper. his handwriting was messy since he wasnât paying attention but it was certainly legible.
[MC] TRAPPOLA
he shuts the notebook hastily, emitting a loud thud noise to echo in the classroom. all eyes were on him. including yours. he whistles as if nothing happened, face flushed a light pink color. trein grunts, and continues on with the lesson.
đŚâLEONA KINGSCHOLAR
âhowâd i get stuck here..â
leona mumbles, sitting at his desk in what felt like forever. his plans to skip were officially ruined as you dragged him to his classroom before he could make it to the botanical garden. usually heâd just brush off anybody getting in his way of a good nap, but you looked so persistent in getting him here.
so begrudgingly, he took his seat in class with a huff as the professor continued his lesson. does he regret it? sort of. you looked satisfied and proud when he listened to you, so heâll oblige for now. he can just ask for a reward later as a thanks for his compliance. heâs mentally making a list of things you could do for him..
joining him for his afternoon nap, fetching him lunch, coming to a spelldrive club practice, the list goes on. his blissful thoughts were then interrupted as the professor placed a paper worksheet in front of him. a worksheet? those are barely ever given out to students..
âkingscholar, this is a sheet of things you must catch up on as a result of your frequent absences. surely you can finish this by the end of the week since you seem to have much free time.â the professor spoke, handing him a pencil and leaving him off to writing.
âhaah.. I shouldnât have listened to that damn herbivore.â he sighs, slouching in his seat and reviewing the sheet in front of him. âi already know all this..â leona thinks, stretching his arms out getting ready to nap. the least he could do is write out his name and do the rest when he feels like it. instead of his name, it was something else entirely.
[MC] KINGSCHOLAR
his ears drop down, his eyes widened, and his cheeks got darker. he followed his first instinct and crumbled the worksheet, ensuring nobody could read what he had just written. the professor glares at him and makes his way over to his seat. âmr. kingscholar.. i hope you know thatâd be a rather large part of your grade. we wouldnât want you to be held back another, would we?â
âtch..â leona scoffs, trying to look away from any of the attention he was receiving. the class ends as soon as it has started, thankfully with no more incidents. leona was just glad nobody has seen what he has written and that he can escape this situation as quickly as possible.. or so he thought.
âroi du leon!â an all too familiar face calls out.
oh no.
đâAZUL ASHENGROTTO
azul sat in his office, filing through the contracts he had made in the past month. many let their minds wander when sitting at a desk for 2 hours or so, and azul is no exception.
eventually growing bored and tired of looking through the deals he made, he took out a notepad and simply wrote out his thoughts. at first he thought this was a dumb idea, but his mother insisted he try it and it has been working ever since.
his mind always felt at ease once the notebook was pulled out. but today felt a little different. he was happy, but today he felt more excited than anything.
he had a dumb lovestruck smile on his face, lightly giggling as he wrote. what on earth? his face was flushed and warm, but he didnât mind it one bit.
[MC] ASHENGROTTO
he wouldâve never thought something so simple wouldâve gotten him so worked up. it was just your name and his surname. what was so special?
thatâs what he wouldâve thought in the past. now, he began to imagine a future of you and him in the coral sea.. a house together.. you meeting his mother.. his stepfather.. it made him feel all giddy. like a schoolgirl if you will.
his love fantasies were inevitably cut short as he heard a knock on the door. âne, azul. shrimpy is here to see ya.â
panicked that you and floyd might see his notes, he hurriedly opened his drawer and slams it shut. the thud can be heard on the other side of the door, confusing you. âa-ahem.. come in!â
as he saw you, his fantasies began to boot back up. a wedding.. dates at mostro lounge.. it sounded like paradise. every fiber of his being was fighting the primal urge to make you a sign a contract. a contract in which youâd agree to be his life partner. forever, and ever.
đŚâFLOYD LEECH
not feeling like attending classes, floyd skipped out on the lesson. he knows heâd get scolded by azul later, but if he doesnât feel like going he donât wanna.
since you were in classes, the teachers had pushed him out before he even got to you. even despite his protests! floyd complains at the closed door, trying to open it back up.
âeh? why canât i just take shrimpy and go? lessons are borinâ anyway.â he complains, causing you to hide your head from all the eyes staring at you. all this attention pointed more at you than at floyd..
âleech.. thatâs quite enough. go back to your class and come back for this.. âshrimpyâ later. interrupting a lesson is NOT what a mage of the future should be doing.â the teacher retorts, now ignoring floyd and his remarks.
âtch.â getting tired of trying to pull you out, floyd retreats to his room in octavinelle. he flopped onto his bed, a pen in hand and a notebook in front of him. jade said drawing is a good time killer or whatever, so heâll do just that. in all honesty, it wonât take long for him to get bored of this activity and look for something else.
floyd being floyd, just wrote or drew whatever first came to mind. there were tiny drawings of shrimps all over the page. an occasional eel to be seen next to it. he laughed and smiled looking at the page before him. âehe.. there are shrimpys all over this paperâ!â
he writes out another thought that came to his mind. it wasnât a shrimp drawing, neither was it an eel. the handwriting was slightly shaking being on an uneven and unstable surface, but you can tell what it says.
[MC] LEECH
[MC]? ohhh, thatâs your name! leech? thatâs his last name! he didnât truly process what he had wrote, but he knew the implications of it. you being a leech.. to change your last name..
you typically marry a person of interest.. and that person of interest typically inherits the others last name..
hey! person of interest is you! youâre his person of interest! just wait shrimpy! you better save that ring finger just for him!
and 5 minutes later he gets bored, tosses the notebook to the side and goes back to terrorize your classroom again.
đâJAMIL VIPER
jamil sat in the scarabia lounge, finally finishing up dinner for the day. kalim was held up in club activities, and basketball practice has been cancelled due to the fact over half of the members were injured thanks to floyd and aces negligence.
this was a rare moment where he actually had time to himself. nobody to interrupt him in his peaceful state of mind. jamil walked over to his room, locking the door behind him and laying flat onto his bed.
he stares up at the ceiling, unsure what to do with this free time. homework? no he already did it all. check up on kalim? no, why would he ruin his moment of peace like that. check up on you? âŚ
what a ridiculous idea. he doesnât have time for that. well he does but.. ugh. having time to himself isnât as relaxing as he made it out to be. especially considering he never had a moment to himself in forever.
jamil figured to keep himself occupied, he can make a bucket list. many people make bucket lists, surely thisâll help him plan his future, right? he grabs a pen and a sheet of paper and began to brainstorm.
obviously seeing the world is one of them. thatâs something he wanted to do for as long as he could remember. his mind blanks. so far, his only desire was to travel. far far away from kalim. a thought occurred in his mind.
â..they have to be putting a spell on me or something.â jamil mutters, massaging his temple. he tried wiping the thought clean from his mind, but there was no luck. it annoyed him that such a simple thought was enough to leave him flustered.
[MC] VIPER
he wrote it onto a separate sheet of paper. examining it with a slight smirk. his cheeks were tinted a slightly darker shade, signs of him blushing. âtheir name doesnât go well with my surname. what a shame.â
heâs lying. hearing your name with his last is like music to his ears, as much as heâd hate to admit it. surely enough he rips the paper into shreds and tosses it into a nearby trashbin, going out on a walk to clear his clouded mind.
you mustâve put a spell on him. he shouldnât be having such fantasies of you and him traveling the world together.
A/N: this kinda sucks but itâs better than nothing lmao
date published: 1/6/23
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How I met your Father. | Bucky Barnes x f!reader
Pairings: Bucky Barnes x f!reader
Themes: Getting noticed by your crush. Pining from Reader.
Summary: You work at the cafe Bucky always goes to and you've had a crush on him for MONTHS.
A/N: Conntected with How's Retirement, Bucky? and Ouch, my face.
The bell above the door jingles as the early morning rush dwindles down, leaving only the occasional customer trickling in. Youâre wiping down the counter, lost in thought, when your coworker, Emma, elbows you hard enough to make you stumble.
âOw, whatââ You shoot her a glare, but her eyes are wide, and she nods her head toward the door with a smirk.
âGuess who just walked in,â she whispers conspiratorially, her grin widening. âMr. Grumpy Pants himself.â
Your heart does an involuntary flip, and your eyes dart to the entrance. Sure enough, there he is, all dark and brooding with that permanent scowl on his face. Bucky Barnes, the man who youâve secretlyâand very stupidlyâhad a crush on for the past three months.
âOh my God, stop calling him that,â you hiss, but your voice is a pitch too high, giving you away instantly. You try to ignore the fact that your cheeks feel like theyâre on fire.
Emma just chuckles and nudges you again, her voice teasing. âCome on, Y/N, everyone knows youâve got it bad for him. You literally beam like a sunflower whenever heâs around.â
Another coworker, Lily, pokes her head out from behind the espresso machine and joins in. âYeah, itâs like youâre part of some weird âgrumpy guy fan clubâ or something. He never even smiles, and youâre over here trying to win him over with puns and pastries.â
âYâall are the worst,â you mutter, willing yourself to calm down. âAnd itâs not a fan club. Itâs called being friendly.â
âUh-huh, sure,â Emma drawls, winking. âBeing friendly. Thatâs why you spend extra time drawing hearts in his latte foam.â
âI do not!â You glare at her, scandalized. âHe doesnât even order lattes!â
âOkay, but if he did,â she teases, âyouâd find a way.â
âShut up, heâs coming over,â you say under your breath, hurriedly pushing Emma and Lily away as you straighten up, forcing yourself to look composed and nonchalant.
Bucky walks up to the counter, his usual stoic expression firmly in place. He gives you a nod of acknowledgment, but not much more.
âMorning,â he grumbles.
âGood morning!â you chirp, and damn it, thereâs that stupid sunflower smile on your face again. You catch Emma and Lily exchanging knowing looks behind the counter and pointedly ignore them. âUsual today?â
âYeah, iced americano,â he replies, his voice that familiar low rumble.
You ring him up, trying to suppress the fluttery feeling in your chest. As you grab a cup and scribble his name on it (which you definitely didnât write just a little fancier than everyone elseâs), you decide to take a chance. You shoot him a playful look.
âHey, did you hear about the coffee that got arrested?â
He blinks at you, his brows furrowing slightly. âNo. Why?â
âIt got mugged,â you say brightly, giving the punchline your best delivery, complete with a little ta-da gesture.
Silence. Bucky just stares at you, his expression unreadable. Itâs like talking to a statue. You can practically feel Emma and Lily holding their breaths, waiting for his reaction.
â...Right,â he mutters finally, nodding slowly. âMugged.â
You wilt a little but keep your smile plastered on. âTough crowd, huh?â
âYeah,â he replies, and for a secondâjust a split secondâyou think you see a flicker of something in his eyes, like amusement. Or maybe youâre imagining things.
You finish making his coffee, and as you hand it to him, Emma stage-whispers from behind the counter. âCome on, Mr. Barnes! Give her a break. Sheâs been working on those jokes all week.â
âEmma!â you hiss, mortified. Your eyes dart to Buckyâs, your heart hammering.
But instead of looking annoyed, he tilts his head, regarding you with a sort of curious intensity. âAll week, huh?â
âUh, yeah,â you admit sheepishly, clutching the edge of the counter. âI mean, not just for you or anythingââ
âYes, just for you,â Emma interjects, grinning wickedly. Lily nods enthusiastically, her eyes wide and teasing.
You shoot them both a murderous glare, and Buckyâs gaze flickers between the three of you. Then, to your complete and utter shock, he makes a sound. Itâs barely audibleâmore of a huff than a laughâbut you catch it. Your eyes widen.
âDid youââ You lean forward, grinning uncontrollably. âDid you just laugh?â
âNo.â He denies it immediately, shaking his head, but his lips twitch like heâs fighting off a smile.
âYou did!â You point at him accusingly. âI heard it!â
âKeep dreaming, Y/N,â he mutters, but thereâs something softer in his tone now. He glances down at his coffee cup, where your careful handwriting spells out âBucky :)â with a little smiley face beside it, itâs almost mocking his stubborn scowl.
He sighsâone of those heavy, put-upon sighs that heâs so good atâand looks back at you. âYouâre persistent, Iâll give you that.â
âYou have no idea,â you say with a grin. âAnd one of these days, Iâm gonna make you smile for real. Just you wait.â
âUh-huh.â He nods, raising an eyebrow as if to say Iâd like to see you try. âGood luck.â
With that, he turns to leave, but just as heâs about to reach the door, he pauses. Youâre still watching him, breathless and grinning like an idiot. He glances around the cafĂŠ, his eyes flicking to the stereo speakers mounted on the walls.
You follow his gaze, and thatâs when you hear it: the soft, melodic intro to Sunflower by Post Malone. The lyrics drift through the air, the singer crooning about being left in the dust, a sunflower, and you feel a pang of embarrassment. Of course this song would start playing now.
Buckyâs gaze shifts back to you, and something changes in his expression. He looks at youâreally looks at youâas if heâs putting together a puzzle thatâs been right in front of him this whole time.
âSee you tomorrow, sunflower,â he says, his voice lower, gentler.
You freeze, sure youâve misheard him. âWaitâwhat?â
But he just smirksâsmirks, like he knows something you donâtâand nods at the speakers. âYou beam like one of those. Didnât even need the song to tell me.â
He turns away, and youâre left standing there, staring at his retreating back as the door swings shut behind him. The cafĂŠ falls silent except for the soft chorus of the song. Emma and Lily stare at you, jaws practically on the floor.
âDid he justââ
âYeah,â you breathe, still staring at the door. âHe called me sunflower.â
Emma lets out a whoop, and Lily clutches her heart dramatically.
âOh my God, Y/N, heâs so into you,â Emma squeals. âYou broke Mr. Grumpy Pants! You did it!â
âââ
The door swings shut behind him, he makes it a few steps down the sidewalk before he slows to a stop, his coffee cup in his hand. He glances back over his shoulder, through the glass windows, where youâre still standing behind the counter, wide-eyed and speechless.
For a moment, he just stands there, watching you laugh as your coworkers swarm around, teasing you. Youâre always like thatâsmiling, bright, never wavering in your ridiculous attempts to make him laugh. Even when he gives you nothing but deadpan responses and stony glares.
âSunflower,â he murmurs under his breath, shaking his head. The word tastes strange on his tongueâsoft, unfamiliarâbut not unpleasant. He lets out a slow breath, and before he can stop himself, a small smile tugs at the corner of his lips.
âDamn,â he mutters to himself, turning away before anyone can catch him grinning like an idiot. âPersistent little thing.â
He takes another step, his smile growing. Maybe tomorrow, heâll linger a little longer. See what other terrible jokes youâve got up your sleeve.
After all, itâs not like heâs in a rush to go anywhere else.
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god forbid - OSCAR PIASTRI
pairing: altar server!oscar piastri x pastors daughter!reader
summary : the indulgence in sin wasn't new to y/n, it never has been- but to oscar? he was as pure and innocent as a doe, the thought of sinning never even crossing his mind. but then again, everyone has to sin at one point, right?
warnings/notes : swearing, homoerotic tendencies between alexandra and rebecca, mentions of drinking, smut, sacrilegious themes, unspecified branch of Christianity, loss of virginity, unprotected sex (always use a condom guys!!), corruption, masturbation, improper use of hairbrush handle (iykwim), praise kink, use of "good boy", oral (m!receiving), edging, overstimulation, manipulation (if you squint)
word count : 18.1k
a/n : a very long and self indulgent fic HAHAHAH (please let me know if i missed any warnings, i lost count while writing)
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Y/n took a deep breath, steadying herself before stepping up to the altar. The church was filled with the familiar faces of her congregation, including her best friend Alexandra who had just finished delivering the first reading. Y/n smoothed her skirt and adjusted the microphone, her eyes scanning the pews until they landed on her father, the pastor, watching her intently from his seat.
She cleared her throat and began, her voice ringing out clear and strong. "Blessed is the man who perseveres under trial, because when he has stood the test, he will receive the crown of life that God has promised to those who love him."
As Y/n continued to read, her mind began to wander despite her best efforts to focus. Thoughts of her secret rebellious side crept in unbidden - the parties she snuck out to on the weekends, the alcohol she experimented with, the boys she flirted with behind her father's back. A thrill ran through her at the riskiness of it all, even as a twinge of guilt pricked at her conscience.
Y/n's eyes met Oscar's as she continued reading, a flicker of something unreadable passing between them. She quickly averted her gaze, focusing intently on the words in front of her. Oscar, with his innocent eyes and pure heart, was everything Y/n wasn't. He never drank, never smoked, never even looked at a girl the wrong way. Her father adored him, always going on about what a fine young man he was, how he might even make a good pastor someday.
God, Y/n couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy. She knew she should be happy for Oscar, proud of his devotion and goodness. But instead, it made her feel even more like a fraud. Like she was just playing a part, pretending to be the perfect pastor's daughter while hiding her true, sinful self.
She felt a bead of sweat trickle down her temple as she struggled to concentrate on the reading. Her eyes darted to Alexandra, who sat primly in the pew, the picture of innocence. But Y/n knew better. She knew about the wild parties they attended together, the boys they flirted with and sometimes took home. The way they would pass a guy back and forth, tossing him aside when they grew bored.
It was thrilling and exhilarating, a rush of power and control that Y/n craved. But here, in the church, surrounded by the pious faces of her congregation, it felt dirty. Shameful. She imagined what her father would think if he knew the truth about his precious daughter, and a wave of nausea washed over her.
Y/n swallowed hard and forced herself to focus on the words in front of her. She couldn't let anyone see the turmoil raging inside her. She had to keep up appearances, no matter the cost. Even if it meant burying her true self deeper and deeper until she hardly recognized who she was anymore.
She hurried through the final verse, her voice wavering slightly as she rushed to finish. "But each one is tempted when he is drawn away and enticed by his own evil desires. Then when desire has conceived, it gives birth to sin; and when sin is accomplished, it brings forth death."
The words tasted bitter on her tongue, a stark reminder of her own hypocrisy. Y/n stepped back from the lectern, her legs shaky beneath her. She glanced at her father, hoping he hadn't noticed her momentary lapse. But his eyes were closed in prayer, his face serene and untroubled.
As Y/n made her way back to her seat, she caught Oscar's eye once more. He gave her a small, encouraging smile, his faith in her unwavering. Y/n felt a pang of guilt, knowing she didn't deserve his trust. She slid into the pew beside Alexandra, who leaned over to whisper in her ear.
"Nice job, girl. You almost had me worried there for a second." Alexandra giggled, her breath hot against Y/n's cheek.
Y/n leaned in close to Alexandra, her lips brushing against her friend's ear as she whispered, "Why the fuck is this the Bible verse chosen for today? It's making me feel so guilty."
Alexandra smirked, her blue eyes glinting with mischief. "You didn't feel guilty making out with that guy last night," she purred, her voice low and conspiratorial. "Or when you downed like, five shots in a row. Live a little, Y/n. God knows you deserve to let loose sometimes."
Y/n bit her lip, torn between her desire for freedom and the crushing weight of expectation. She knew Alexandra was right - she had spent the night before tangled in a stranger's arms, lost in a haze of alcohol and lust. But here, in the sanctity of the church, it all felt so wrong.
They turned their attention to the altar, watching as the altar servers busied themselves with the communion preparations. Oscar was among them, his movements precise and reverent.
Alexandra leaned in closer, her voice barely above a whisper. "So, did you even remember that guy's name? The one you were making out with last night?"
Y/n furrowed her brow, trying to recall the hazy details of the previous evening. "It started with an F, I think. Frank? Franco?" She shrugged, the names blurring together in her mind.
Alexandra giggled, covering her mouth with her hand. "Typical Y/n. Always leaving a trail of broken hearts and empty beds wherever you go."
Y/n poked Alexandra in the side, eliciting a small "ow" from her friend. "Hey, don't forget, you aren't that innocent either, you know," she whispered, a mischievous glint in her eye. "I saw you making out with Rebecca last night."
Rebecca was a member of their church choir, known for her sweet voice and demure demeanor. The thought of her locked in a passionate embrace with Alexandra sent a thrill down Y/n's spine.
Alexandra shrugged, a coy smile playing on her lips. "Rebecca just wanted to try on my new lip gloss. You know how curious she is about makeup."
Y/n rolled her eyes, but couldn't help the grin tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Sure, and I'm sure that's all it was. Just two innocent girls experimenting with cosmetics."
The two girls stood to join the congregation in singing the hymn. As the familiar melody filled the air, Y/n noticed Alexandra's gaze locking with Rebecca's across the church. The two exchanged heated looks, a silent conversation passing between them that spoke volumes.
Y/n leaned in close to Alexandra, her breath tickling her friend's ear. "Save the eye-fucking for outside of church, will you?" she whispered, a playful edge to her tone.
Alexandra shot Y/n a quick, apologetic smile before turning her attention back to the hymnal. But her eyes kept straying to Rebecca, a flush creeping up her neck.
As the hymn continued, Y/n found her own gaze drifting towards Oscar. She couldn't help it. There was something about him, something pure and untainted that drew her in like a moth to a flame.
Maybe it was the way her father spoke so highly of him, always going on about what a fine young man he was. Or maybe it was the way Oscar's innocence seemed to shine through in every action, every gesture. An innocence that Y/n suddenly found herself wanting to corrupt.
She shook her head, trying to dispel the thoughts. What was she thinking? Oscar was off-limits. He was practically family, for God's sake. And yet, the more she tried to push the idea away, the more it took root in her mind.
Y/n bit her lip, her heart racing as she watched Oscar from beneath her lashes. What would it be like, she wondered, to be the one to introduce him to the pleasures of the flesh? To watch that innocent face contort in ecstasy as she guided him through his first forbidden experiences?
She continued to sing along halfheartedly, her mind wandering as she imagined how Oscar would sound. Would he moan her name softly, breathlessly? Or would he cry out in ecstasy, his voice echoing off the church walls? She pictured him flushed and panting, his body glistening with sweat as he reached his peak.
The vivid fantasy caused a shiver to run down Y/n's spine, and she had to bite back a moan of her own. She was so lost in her lustful thoughts that she barely registered her father's voice booming through the church, calling the congregation to sit down.
Y/n settled into her seat, her eyes immediately seeking out Oscar. He was standing near the altar, his posture straight and attentive as he listened to her father begin the sermon. She shifted uncomfortably, her thighs rubbing together as she tried to ignore the growing ache between her legs.
"Calm down," Alexandra hissed, giving Y/n a pointed look. "Your dad's starting his sermon."
Y/n nodded, trying to focus on her father's words even as her mind raced with thoughts of Oscar.
"Temptation is a powerful force," her father intoned, his voice ringing out through the church. "It can lead us astray, cause us to stumble and fall. But we must resist, my children. We must hold fast to our faith, even in the face of the greatest temptations."
Y/n squirmed in her seat, her father's words hitting a little too close to home. She knew she should be paying attention, should be taking his message to heart. But all she could think about was the way Oscar's lips might feel against her skin, the way his hands might explore her body.
"Temptation comes in many forms," her father continued, his voice booming through the church. "It can be the lure of wealth, the promise of power, or the allure of the flesh. But we must be vigilant, my children. We must guard our hearts and our minds against the wiles of the devil."
Y/n reached into her small purse, fishing out a piece of candy she always kept on hand for long sermons. She and Alexandra often found their blood sugar dropping during the lengthy services, making it hard to concentrate on her father's words.
She unwrapped the candy slowly, trying to be discreet as she popped it into her mouth. The sweet flavor burst on her tongue, giving her a much-needed boost of energy. But even as she focused on the sermon, her mind kept wandering back to Oscar.
"Temptation can come from the most unexpected places," her father said, his voice rising with passion. "Even those we trust, those we love, can lead us astray if we are not careful. We must be on guard at all times, my children. We must be ready to resist temptation whenever it rears its ugly head."
Y/n shifted in her seat, her thighs clenching together as she tried to ignore the throbbing between her legs. She knew her father was right. Temptation could come from anywhere, even from someone as innocent and pure as Oscar. But that didn't make it any easier to resist.
She felt a jolt of electricity run through her as her father mentioned her name and the Bible verse she had read earlier. She glanced over at Oscar, catching his eye. He smiled at her, his expression warm and friendly, but Y/n couldn't help but imagine what it would be like if that smile was directed at her in a more intimate setting.
"My daughter Y/n read from the book of James earlier," her father continued, his voice ringing out through the church. "She spoke of the dangers of temptation, of how it can lead us astray if we are not careful. Let us all take heed of her words, my children. Let us all strive to resist the temptations that may come our way."
Y/n squirmed in her seat, her mind racing with forbidden thoughts. If anything, hearing her father speak about temptation only made it easier for her to imagine giving in to her desires with Oscar. She pictured him bending her over the altar, his hands roaming her body as he whispered sweet nothings in her ear.
She found herself zoning out, her foot bouncing restlessly on the floor as she struggled to focus on her father's sermon. She couldn't shake the feeling that Oscar was staring at her, his gaze intense and unwavering. It was as if he could read her mind, as if he knew exactly what kind of filthy thoughts were running through her head.
But instead of disgust or judgment, Y/n saw a flicker of something else in Oscar's eyes. Something that looked suspiciously like desire. Could it be that he wanted her too? That he was just as tempted by her as she was by him?
The thought sent a thrill of excitement through Y/n's body, even as a small voice in the back of her mind warned her to be careful. She knew she was playing with fire, entertaining such forbidden fantasies. But the temptation was just too strong to resist.
Y/n tore her gaze away from Oscar, closing her eyes as she tried to regain her composure. She could feel Alexandra's concerned gaze boring into her, and she knew she needed to say something to appease her friend.
"I have a stomachache," Y/n mumbled, the lie tasting bitter on her tongue. She knew damn well that it was everything but a stomachache that was causing her distress. It was the throbbing ache between her legs, the desperate need for release that consumed her thoughts.
Alexandra frowned, leaning in closer to whisper in Y/n's ear. "Are you sure you're okay? You look like you're about to pass out."
Y/n forced a weak smile, nodding her head. "I'll be fine. Just need some fresh air."
She stood abruptly, ignoring the surprised looks from those around her as she made her way towards the exit. She needed to get out of there and clear her head before she did something she would regret. But even as she pushed open the heavy wooden doors, Y/n couldn't shake the feeling that Oscar's eyes were still on her.
Y/n slipped out into the garden near the chapel, desperate for some fresh air and a moment to collect herself. She could still hear her father's voice droning on from inside, his words washing over her in a distant, muffled blur.
She sank down onto a nearby bench, her head spinning as she tried to catch her breath. The scent of blooming flowers and freshly cut grass filled her nostrils, but even that couldn't distract her from the persistent ache between her legs.
Y/n tuned back in to the sermon every now and then, her father's voice rising and falling as he spoke of the dangers of temptation. But his words seemed to fade into the background, drowned out by the pounding of her own heartbeat in her ears.
She felt lightheaded, dizzy with a heady mix of shame and desire. She knew she shouldn't be having these thoughts, especially not about Oscar. But she couldn't help it. The temptation was just too strong to resist.
Y/n took a deep breath, trying to steady herself as she sat alone in the garden. The rest of the Mass passed by in a blur, her father's voice fading into the background as she struggled to calm her racing thoughts.
She closed her eyes, focusing on the gentle breeze that rustled through the leaves overhead. The scent of honeysuckle and jasmine filled her nostrils, a soothing balm to her frayed nerves.
But even as she tried to find peace in the tranquil surroundings, Y/n couldn't shake the image of Oscar from her mind. His innocent face, his kind eyes, the way his lips curved into that perfect smile. It was enough to drive her mad with desire.
Y/n shifted on the bench, her thighs clenching together as she fought the urge to touch herself right then and there. She knew it was wrong, knew that she was crossing a line that could never be uncrossed.
As the Mass ended, Y/n heard footsteps approaching behind her. She turned to see her father, still dressed in his pastoral attire, his brow furrowed with concern.
"Y/n, are you alright?" he asked, his voice soft but laced with worry. "I saw you slip out during the sermon. Is everything okay?"
Y/n forced a smile, trying to mask the turmoil raging inside her. "I'm fine, Dad. It was just really hot in there, and I wasn't feeling too well. Stomachache."
Her father nodded, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Well, if you're not feeling better, why don't you head home and rest? I can finish up here."
Y/n shook her head, determined to stay and make amends for her absence during the sermon. "No, I'm okay. I just need to pray the rosary, to make up for the time I missed."
He nodded, understanding in his eyes. "Alright, but if you start feeling worse, don't hesitate to come home and rest. Alexandra has your purse, so you can swing by their place to pick it up on your way."
Y/n thanked her father, watching as he turned to greet the other parishioners. She knew she should head inside and pray, should try to cleanse her mind of the impure thoughts that plagued her. But as she stood up from the bench, she couldn't help but glance towards the church, wondering if Oscar was still inside.
With a sigh, Y/n made her way toward the church entrance, steeling herself for the battle ahead. She knew it wouldn't be easy to resist temptation, especially with Oscar so close by. But she had to try, had to prove to herself and to God that she was stronger than her baser instincts.
Y/n made her way to the front pew, the chapel eerily quiet save for the occasional chirp of a bird that had snuck in through the open windows. She knelt down on the cushioned kneeler, the cool stone of the church floor pressing against her knees.
She began to pray the rosary, her fingers moving mechanically over the beads as she recited the familiar prayers. But even as she tried to focus on the words, her mind kept wandering, her thoughts straying to Oscar.
She pictured him kneeling in front of her, his head buried between her thighs as he devoured her with his mouth. She could almost feel his tongue lapping at her most sensitive parts, could almost hear the sounds of his pleasure as he discovered the taste of her.
Y/n bit her lip, stifling a moan as the fantasy played out in her mind. She knew it was wrong, knew that she was defiling the sacred space with her impure thoughts. But she couldn't stop, couldn't tear her mind away from the image of Oscar worshipping her body like it was the Holy Grail.
Y/n prayed harder, her whispers turning into full-voiced recitations as she tried to drown out the sinful images flooding her mind. But it was no use. The more she tried to focus on her prayers, the more vivid the fantasies became.
In her mind's eye, she saw herself and Oscar tangled together in the bell tower, their bodies moving in a frenzied rhythm as the church bells tolled overhead. She imagined him bending her over the altar, his hands gripping her hips as he thrust into her again and again.
And then there was the confession booth, the small, dark space where sins were laid bare. In Y/n's twisted imagination, she was on her knees, her mouth wrapped around Oscar's hard length as he groaned in pleasure.
The images were so real, so vivid, that Y/n could almost feel the phantom sensations on her skin. She squirmed on the kneeler, her thighs clenching together as she fought the urge to touch herself right then and there.
Tears began to well up in Y/n's eyes as the guilt of her lustful thoughts threatened to overwhelm her. She had never felt so ashamed, so dirty, so utterly consumed by a sin that she knew was wrong on every level.
But even as the tears spilled down her cheeks, Y/n couldn't deny the truth of her desires. She wanted Oscar, craved him with every fiber of her being. The thought of his hands on her body, his lips against her skin, was enough to drive her mad with need.
Y/n bowed her head, her shoulders shaking with silent sobs as she tried to pray for forgiveness. But the words caught in her throat, choked off by the intensity of her longing.
She knew she was damned, knew that she was straying further and further from the path of righteousness with every passing moment. But she couldn't seem to stop, couldn't seem to find the strength to resist the temptation that called to her so loudly.
As Y/n finished her prayers, she wiped the tears from her cheeks, trying to compose herself. But just as she was about to stand up and leave, she heard a noise coming from behind the altar.
Curiosity got the better of her, and she peered around the edge of the altar cloth to see what was going on. There, in the dim light of the sacristy, she saw Oscar emerging from the changing room.
He was in the process of taking off his robe, his shirt riding up slightly to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of his toned abs. Y/n's breath caught in her throat as she watched him, her eyes tracing the path of his happy trail as it disappeared beneath the waistband of his pants.
Oscar seemed oblivious to her presence, humming softly to himself as he hung up his robe and adjusted his shirt. Y/n felt like she should look away, should give him some privacy. But she couldn't seem to tear her gaze away from his body, mesmerized by the sight of him.
He emerged from the sacristy, his eyes lighting up when he spotted Y/n kneeling in the front pew. "Hello Y/n!" he greeted her warmly, a genuine smile spreading across his face. "Are you okay? I saw you walk out during the sermon earlier. Everything alright?"
She quickly wiped away any remaining tears, trying to compose herself. "Y-yes, I'm fine," she stammered, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment at being caught off guard. "I just needed some fresh air, that's all."
Oscar nodded understandingly, his gaze lingering on her for a moment longer before he turned to gather his things. Y/n's eyes couldn't help but trace the contours of his body as he moved, the way his shirt hugged his broad shoulders, the way his pants clung to his muscular thighs.
She felt a familiar heat building between her legs, a desperate ache that demanded to be satisfied. It took every ounce of willpower for Y/n to tear her eyes away from Oscar's form, to focus instead on the crucifix hanging above the altar.
Oscar gathered his things, glancing over at Y/n with a curious expression. "What are you still doing here, by the way?" he asked, tilting his head slightly. "I've been cleaning in the back for about thirty minutes now. Shouldn't you be at home resting by this point?"
Y/n felt a pang of guilt at his words, realizing just how long she had been sitting there, lost in her own twisted fantasies. "I...I was just praying," she mumbled, her eyes downcast. "Trying to make up for leaving the sermon early."
He nodded, his smile softening into a look of understanding. "I get it. Sometimes we all need a little extra time with God." He hesitated for a moment, then added, "But don't forget to take care of yourself too, Y/n. God wants us to be healthy and happy, not run ourselves into the ground."
Y/n smiled at Oscar, grateful for his concern. "Thank you, Oscar. That means a lot." She stood up from the pew, smoothing out her skirt as she prepared to leave.
"I should probably head over to Alexandra's to pick up my purse," she said, trying to keep her voice steady despite the butterflies in her stomach. "I'll see you around?"
Oscar nodded, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he returned her smile. "Sounds good, Y/n. Take care of yourself, and I'll see you soon."
Y/n turned to leave, her heart pounding in her chest as she walked down the aisle of the empty church. She could still feel Oscar's gaze on her back, could still picture the way his shirt had ridden up to reveal his toned abs.
She shook her head, trying to dispel the images from her mind. She had to focus, had to get to Alexandra's house, and retrieve her purse before her thoughts spiraled out of control again.
Y/n made her way to Alexandra's house, the short walk doing little to clear her head. As she approached the front door, she heard the unmistakable sound of giggling coming from upstairs. Curious, she crept up the stairs, following the noise to Alexandra's bedroom.
Peeking through the crack in the door, Y/n's eyes widened at the sight before her. There, on Alexandra's bed, were Alex and Rebecca, their lips locked in a passionate kiss.
Y/n knocked on the door, a teasing lilt to her voice as she called out, "Excuse me, guys, but I need to know where my purse is?"
Alexandra jumped, breaking away from Rebecca with a startled yelp. "Y/n!" she exclaimed, her face flushing a deep red. "I...um...your purse is on the dresser."
Y/n laughed, pushing open the door fully. "Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt. I just figured you might need a reminder that you brought my purse with you."
Rebecca laughed, waving hello to Y/n. "Hey there!"
Alexandra turned to Y/n, her expression softening with concern. "Why did you leave the service early? Are you feeling okay?"
Y/n shrugged, trying to play it off casually. "I just needed some air, that's all. It was getting a bit stuffy in there."
Alexandra nodded, but her eyes narrowed slightly as she took in Y/n's appearance. "Are you sure that's all? You look a little...flushed."
Y/n laughed, gesturing to the scene before her. "Oh please, look who's talking. You're the one kneeling on the bed beside Rebecca like you're all innocent."
Alexandra's blush deepened, but she grinned sheepishly. "Guilty as charged. But hey, you caught us. Might as well join in, right?"
Y/n rolled her eyes, but she couldn't help but smile. "I'll pass, thanks. You two have fun, though. I'll let myself out and lock the front door on my way."
"Okay, your loss," Alexandra said with a shrug, a mischievous glint in her eye. Before Y/n could even respond, Alexandra leaned back down and captured Rebecca's lips in a kiss yet again.
As she made her way back to her own house, Y/n's mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. On one hand, she was disgusted with herself for indulging in such sinful thoughts. But on the other hand, she couldn't deny the intense arousal that coursed through her veins, the desperate need to be touched and desired.
By the time she reached her front door, Y/n was practically panting with desire. She fumbled with her keys, her hands shaking as she unlocked the door and stepped inside.
Once she was alone, Y/n leaned against the wall, her eyes fluttering closed as she tried to catch her breath. Her body was on fire, every nerve ending screaming for release.
Y/n walked over to the fridge, her mind still reeling from the erotic scene she had just witnessed. She reached for the handle, intending to grab a cold drink to cool herself down, when something caught her eye.
There, stuck to the fridge with a magnet, was a note from her father. "Sorry sweetheart, I won't be back till Wednesday," it read. "I just got a call - there's an emergency meeting for all the pastors in the city. Text me if you finish reading this."
Y/n sighed, her shoulders slumping in disappointment. "Fuck," she muttered under her breath. With her father gone, there would be no one to keep her in check, no one to stop her from indulging in her darkest desires.
Her mind immediately wandered back to Oscar, to the way his shirt had ridden up to reveal his toned abs, to the tantalizing glimpse of his happy trail. Y/n bit her lip, her body aching with need.
Y/n quickly pulled out her phone and texted her father, letting him know she was home safe. Once that was done, she headed to her room, her mind already racing with thoughts of Oscar.
Inside her bedroom, Y/n stripped off her church clothes, tossing them carelessly onto the floor. She rummaged through her drawers until she found a pair of soft, worn-in shorts and a loose tank top. The clothes were comfortable, but they also left little to the imagination, hugging her curves in all the right places.
As she changed, Y/n couldn't help but imagine Oscar's reaction if he saw her like this. Would his eyes darken with desire? Would he reach out and touch her, his hands exploring every inch of her body?
Y/n shivered at the thought, her nipples hardening beneath the thin fabric of her top. She knew she should stop these thoughts, should focus on something else. But it was too late. The seed had been planted, and now all she could think about was Oscar, and the way he made her feel.
She laid back on her bed, her gaze drifting over the photos that adorned her walls. There were pictures of her and her father, smiling and laughing together at various events and outings. There were photos of her and Alexandra, capturing their close friendship over the years. Scattered among them were snapshots from her childhood, reminding her of simpler times.
But even as she looked at these cherished memories, Y/n's mind kept drifting back to Oscar. She couldn't shake the image of him from her head, couldn't stop thinking about the way he had looked at her in the church, the way his presence had made her feel.
Y/n sat up suddenly, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew what she had to do. She couldn't fight this attraction anymore, couldn't deny the desire that burned within her.
Y/n locked her bedroom door, the click of the lock echoing in the silence of the house. She sat down on her bed, her heart racing as she debated with herself.
She had touched herself before, of course. It was a natural part of growing up, of exploring her own body and desires. But this time felt different. This time, the object of her fantasies was someone so pure, so innocent.
Oscar was a man of God, a symbol of everything that was good and holy in the world. And yet, here she was, imagining him in the most sinful of ways.
Y/n's hand drifted down to the waistband of her shorts, hesitating for a moment before slipping beneath the fabric. She could feel the heat of her own arousal, the slick wetness that coated her fingers.
She closed her eyes, picturing Oscar's face as she began to stroke herself. In her mind, he was kneeling before her, his hands caressing her thighs as he worshipped her body with his mouth.
Y/n's fingers dipped in and out of her slick folds, barely breaching the entrance to her aching core. She was teasing herself, drawing out the pleasure as she lost herself in her fantasies.
In her mind, Oscar's inexperienced tongue was exploring her most intimate places, his soft lips and gentle touches driving her wild with desire. She imagined herself guiding his head, praising him for doing such a good job, for making her feel so incredibly good.
And then, in her fantasy, Oscar looked up at her with those innocent eyes, his voice barely above a whisper as he asked, "Am I doing it correctly, Y/n? Is this what you want?"
Y/n's hips bucked at the thought, a soft moan escaping her lips as she plunged her fingers deeper into her dripping sex. All it would take was a few more strokes, a few more whispered words of encouragement from her imaginary Oscar.
In Y/n's vivid imagination, her hand wrapped around Oscar's throbbing cock, stroking him with a slow, sensual rhythm. She could feel how sensitive he was, how every touch sent shockwaves of pleasure through his body.
As she worked him closer and closer to the edge, Oscar began to buck his hips, thrusting into her hand with desperate need. Soft whimpers escaped his lips, his breath hot against her skin as he buried his face in the crook of her neck.
Y/n held his hand tightly, her fingers intertwined with his as she brought him to the brink of ecstasy. She could feel his heart racing, could sense the intensity of his desire as he clung to her, his body trembling with the force of his impending release.
With a final, firm stroke, Y/n pushed Oscar over the edge, his cock pulsing in her hand as he came with a low, guttural moan. She held him close, whispering words of comfort and encouragement as he rode out the waves of his orgasm, his cum spilling over her fingers in hot, sticky ropes.
Y/n's fantasy had brought her to the brink of orgasm, but it wasn't quite enough to push her over the edge. She stopped, her pussy pulsing with neediness as she took a moment to catch her breath.
After a few seconds, Y/n reached for her hairbrush, a makeshift dildo she had been using for months out of necessity. She couldn't risk her father finding a real sex toy in her possession, so she had learned to make do with whatever she could find.
The handle of the brush was smooth and hard, the perfect size to fill her aching void. Y/n slipped it inside her, a gasp escaping her lips as it stretched her tight walls.
She began to thrust the brush in and out of her dripping sex, her hips rocking in time with the movements of her hand. In her mind, it was Oscar's cock that was filling her, his strong hands gripping her hips as he pounded into her with wild abandon.
As Y/n continued to fuck herself with the hairbrush handle, her mind was flooded with the same forbidden fantasies that had troubled her as she recited the rosary. She pictured herself bent over the altar, her dress hiked up around her waist as Oscar took her from behind. She imagined the cool marble against her skin, the weight of his body pressing her down as he claimed her with his cock.
In another scenario, she saw herself in the bell tower, the heavy ropes of the bells swaying above her as Oscar lifted her onto his lap. She could feel the rough wood of the floorboards digging into her knees as she rode him, her hands gripping his shoulders for support.
But it was the confession booth that really set her imagination ablaze. She pictured herself on her knees, her head hidden behind the screen as Oscar stood before her, his cock hard and ready. She would take him into her mouth, her lips stretched wide around his girth as she worshipped him with her tongue.
Y/n knew that every corner of the chapel was adorned with images and symbols of God - crucifixes, paintings of Jesus, statues of angels and saints. But as she fucked herself with the hairbrush handle, lost in her forbidden fantasies, she couldn't bring herself to care.
The thought of God watching her, of Him bearing witness to her sinful desires, only heightened her arousal. She could almost feel His disapproving gaze upon her, could imagine the shame and guilt that would surely follow if she ever acted on her fantasies and gave in to lust with Oscar.
But fuck, it felt so good. The taboo nature of it all, the knowledge that she was defiling a sacred space with her carnal thoughts, only served to drive her closer and closer to the edge.
Y/n's hips moved faster, the hairbrush handle slamming into her G-spot with each thrust. Her moans grew louder, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she chased her rapidly approaching orgasm.
As Y/n's orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave, her body convulsing with the force of her release, she cried out in ecstasy. "God, fuck! Fuck, fuck, so good!"
Her eyes rolled back in her head, her vision blurring as she rode out the intense waves of pleasure. And in that moment, as her mind was lost in a haze of lust and sin, she swore she saw a figure standing before her.
It was God Himself, His face twisted in a mixture of anger and disappointment. He reached out to her, His hand hovering just inches from her flushed skin, as if He wanted to strike her down for her transgressions.
But Y/n was too far gone to care. She was lost in the throes of her climax, her body shaking and twitching as she came harder than she ever had before. The image of God faded away, replaced by a kaleidoscope of colors and sensations that left her breathless and spent.
Y/n collapsed back onto her bed, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of her intense orgasm. Slowly, she withdrew the hairbrush handle from her dripping pussy, a low whimper escaping her lips as she felt the sudden emptiness.
She lay there for a moment, catching her breath and trying to process the overwhelming emotions that coursed through her. Shame, guilt, and a lingering sense of arousal all battled for dominance in her mind.
As the haze of lust began to clear, Y/n's thoughts turned once again to the forbidden nature of her fantasies. She knew that what she had done was wrong, that her desires were sinful and unholy. But she couldn't deny the intensity of her feelings, the way her body had responded to the mere thought of Oscar.
With a sigh, Y/n sat up and tossed the hairbrush aside, wiping the sticky evidence of her pleasure from her thighs. She knew she needed to put these thoughts out of her mind, to focus on being a good daughter and a devout follower of God.
As the post-orgasmic haze lifted, a wave of embarrassment and shame washed over Y/n. She glanced around her room, suddenly hyper-aware of the sacred objects that surrounded her. Her eyes landed on the small statue of the Virgin Mary that sat on a tiny altar in the corner, and she felt her cheeks flush with heat.
Quickly, Y/n pulled her shorts back on, trying to cover herself as if the statue could see through her clothes and judge her for what she had just done. She avoided looking at the altar, afraid of what she might see in Mary's serene, knowing eyes.
Y/n's mind raced with thoughts of repentance and atonement. She knew she needed to pray, to ask for forgiveness for her sinful actions. But even as she thought about kneeling before the altar and confessing her sins, a small part of her rebelled against the idea.
Y/n stumbled into the bathroom, her legs still shaky from the intensity of her orgasm. She turned on the faucet and splashed cool water on her face, hoping to wash away the lingering flush of arousal from her cheeks.
But as she looked at herself in the mirror, she knew that no amount of water could cleanse her of the sins she had just committed. Her eyes were dark and haunted, her expression a mix of shame and lingering desire.
She grabbed a washcloth and wiped between her legs, trying to remove any evidence of her self-pleasure. But even as she scrubbed, she knew it was futile. The stain of her sin ran deeper than any soap or water could reach.
Y/n's mind wandered back to the statue of the Virgin Mary in her room, and she felt a pang of guilt. She knew she should be praying, should be asking for forgiveness, and vowing to do better. But the thought of facing Mary, of confessing her sins to the mother of God herself, filled her with dread.
She emerged from the bathroom, her body still tingling with the aftershocks of her orgasm. She made her way to the kitchen, her mind still reeling from the intensity of her sinful thoughts.
She grabbed a glass from the cabinet and filled it with cool water from the tap, taking a long sip to calm her nerves. The liquid soothed her parched throat, but did little to quench the thirst that still burned within her.
Y/n hopped up onto the kitchen counter, her feet dangling as she sat perched on the cool granite. It was a habit her father had always playfully scolded her for, but in his absence, she found herself craving the rebellious thrill of it.
As she swung her legs back and forth, Y/n's mind drifted once again to Oscar. She wondered what he was doing, if he was thinking about her too. The thought sent a fresh wave of heat coursing through her body, and she squeezed her thighs together, trying to ignore the renewed ache between her legs.
Y/n's heart skipped a beat as she heard the unexpected knock at the door. She quickly composed herself and made her way over, smoothing down her hair and adjusting her clothes before opening it.
To her surprise, she found Alexandra standing there, her back turned as she waved goodbye to Rebecca, who was walking away down the path. Y/n blinked in confusion, wondering what her best friend was doing here so suddenly.
"Alexandra? What are you doing here?" Y/n asked, her voice still slightly breathless from her earlier activities.
Alexandra turned around, a mischievous grin spreading across her face as she took in Y/n's flushed cheeks and disheveled appearance. "I thought I'd come over and keep you company while your dad makes breakfast," she said, her tone playful and suggestive. "Plus, I figured you could use some girl talk after the way you were eye fucking one of the altar boys earlier."
Y/n let out an exasperated groan, her face flushing an even deeper shade of red as Alexandra's words confirmed her suspicions. Of course her best friend had noticed her shameless ogling of Oscar. There was no hiding anything from Alexandra.
"Ugh, don't remind me," Y/n muttered, stepping aside to let Alexandra enter the house. "Was I actually that obvious? I must have looked like such a creep."
Alexandra laughed, her eyes sparkling with amusement as she brushed past Y/n and made her way into the living room. "Oh please, you weren't that bad. Besides, I'm sure he didn't mind the attention. He seemed pretty smitten with you too."
As she spoke, Alexandra called out in a loud, sing-song voice, "Good morning, Mr. L/n! Wherever you are!"
Y/n shook her head, a wry smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "No, Dad's not home. He had to leave for an emergency meeting or something."
Alexandra raised an eyebrow, her nose wrinkling slightly as she sniffed the air. "Huh, that explains why I don't smell any food. Your dad usually has something cooking by now after Mass."
Y/n nodded, feeling a pang of sadness at the realization. Her father's absence always left a void in the house, a sense of incompleteness that she couldn't quite shake.
"Yeah, I'll have to fend for myself until Wednesday," she sighed, leading Alexandra towards the kitchen. "Want some cereal or something? It's not exactly gourmet, but it'll have to do."
Alexandra shrugged, a playful smirk on her face as she followed Y/n into the kitchen. "Sure, cereal sounds great. It's better than nothing at all."
As they rummaged through the cupboards for bowls and spoons, Alexandra couldn't help but notice the lingering tension in the air. She knew Y/n well enough to sense when something was bothering her, and the way her friend had been acting lately was definitely out of the ordinary.
"So, you wanna talk about it?" Alexandra asked softly, pouring milk into her bowl of cereal. "I know something's been on your mind lately. You've been distracted, and I'm worried about you."
Y/n hesitated for a moment, her hand hovering over the box of cereal. She knew she could trust Alexandra, but the thought of voicing her forbidden desires out loud made her stomach twist with anxiety.
Alexandra's eyes softened with understanding, and she reached out to place a comforting hand on Y/n's arm. "Hey, it's okay," she reassured her, her voice gentle and encouraging. "There's nothing you could say that would be too much information for me. We've been through way too much together for that."
She chuckled lightly, remembering their teenage years and the countless sleepovers and baths they had shared. "Seriously, Y/n, you can tell me anything. I'm here for you, no matter what."
Y/n took a deep breath, her heart racing as she weighed her options. She knew she could trust Alexandra with her life, but the thought of confessing her sinful desires still made her palms sweat with nervousness.
As Alexandra took a spoonful of cereal into her mouth, Y/n took a deep breath, steeling herself for the confession she knew she needed to make. Her heart pounded in her chest, and her palms grew clammy with nerves, but she forced herself to speak.
"I... I masturbated while thinking about Oscar," Y/n blurted out, her voice barely above a whisper. She kept her eyes fixed on her bowl of cereal, unable to meet Alexandra's gaze as she waited for her friend's reaction.
For a moment, there was only silence. Then, slowly, Alexandra lowered her spoon, her eyebrows raised in surprise. "Wait, what?" she asked, her voice a mix of shock and disbelief. "Who are you talking about?"
Y/n nodded, a wry smile tugging at the corners of her mouth as she realized Alexandra's confusion. "Yeah, I know you're not exactly the best with names and faces," she said, shaking her head. "He's one of the altar boys, one of the tallest out of all the servers earlier."
Alexandra's eyes widened as the realization dawned on her. "Oh, shit," she breathed, her voice a mix of awe and disbelief. "You mean the hot one with the wavy-ish hair and the dimples?"
Y/n felt her cheeks flush with heat, and she nodded sheepishly. "Yeah, that's the one," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "I can't stop thinking about him, Alexandra. It's like every time I close my eyes, I see his face, and I..."
She trailed off, unable to finish the sentence as a wave of shame and desire washed over her.
Y/n buried her face in her palms, a loud groan escaping her lips as she tried to find the words to express the depth of her shame and desire. "Fuck, man," she mumbled, her voice muffled by her hands. "I literally thought about..."
She stopped abruptly, her cheeks burning with embarrassment as she realized what she was about to say. Taking a deep breath, Y/n slowly lowered her hands, revealing a face that was equal parts mortified and determined.
"I... I wanted to get bent over the altar," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of her own heartbeat pounding in her ears. "With him. With Oscar."
Alexandra's eyes widened, her mouth falling open in shock as she processed Y/n's confession. For a moment, she simply stared at her friend, her brain struggling to compute the sheer audacity of what Y/n had just admitted.
Alexandra let out a low whistle, her eyes sparkling with a mix of amusement and disbelief. "Lord have mercy on your soul..." she joked, shaking her head in mock disappointment. "I never thought of you as the type to have such wild fantasies, Y/n."
Y/n sighed, her shoulders slumping as she leaned back against the kitchen counter. "I know," she admitted, her voice tinged with a hint of sadness. "I've always been the good girl, the pastor's daughter who always took the chance to pray and set a good example."
She paused for a moment, her brow furrowing as she tried to find the right words to explain the turmoil that raged within her. "But lately, I've been feeling... restless. Like there's this part of me that wants to break free, to explore things that I've always been taught are wrong or sinful."
Y/n's voice dropped to a hushed whisper as she continued, her eyes downcast and her cheeks flushed with a mix of shame and excitement. "I mean, I've already explored them, yeah, but..." She trailed off, biting her lip as she struggled to find the right words.
"I want to experience these things without the fear of being dragged to hell by the devil himself," she finally admitted, her voice barely audible over the sound of her own heartbeat pounding in her ears. "I want to feel alive, Alexandra. I want to know what it's like to give in to my desires, to let go of all the rules and restrictions that have been holding me back for so long."
Alexandra listened intently, her expression a mix of concern and understanding. She reached out and placed a comforting hand on Y/n's arm, her touch gentle and reassuring.
She smiled warmly, her eyes shining with a mix of affection and understanding. "It's okay, Y/n," Alexandra said softly, her voice filled with reassurance. "That's why we have each other. We're here so that we can express ourselves freely to each other without judgment."
She squeezed Y/n's arm gently, her touch a silent reminder of the unbreakable bond they shared. "You don't have to be afraid to explore your... fantasies, Y/n. I'm here for you, no matter what. And if anyone tries to drag you to hell for it, they'll have to go through me first."
Y/n let out a soft laugh, her eyes brimming with tears of gratitude and relief. She knew she could always count on Alexandra to be there for her, to support her no matter what.
Alexandra grinned mischievously, her eyes sparkling with a playful glint as she leaned in closer to Y/n. "Well, if you really want to explore these desires of yours, maybe you should just seduce him," she suggested, her voice low and conspiratorial.
Y/n's eyes widened, and she let out a surprised laugh, shaking her head in disbelief. "Alexandra!" she exclaimed, her voice a mix of shock and amusement. "I can't just go up to him and... and..."
She trailed off, her cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and excitement as she considered the possibility. "Although..." she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "Maybe it's not such a bad idea. After all, what's the worst that could happen?"
Alexandra took a bite of her cereal, a playful smirk on her face as she chewed thoughtfully. "I don't know, you could get disowned if your father finds out," she said, her tone light and teasing.
Y/n's eyes widened in panic, and she leaned forward, her voice rising with each word. "Wait, do you really think he would disown me?" she asked, her heart pounding in her chest.
Alexandra's own eyes widened in surprise, and she waved her hands frantically in front of her. "No, no, of course not!" she exclaimed, her voice tinged with a hint of desperation. "He'll be mad, yes, but he won't disown you. I was just joking, Y/n. Don't freak out."
Y/n let out a shaky laugh, her hand pressed against her chest as she tried to calm her racing heart. "Please, never do that again," she pleaded, her voice still tinged with a hint of panic. "I might die of a heart attack before the alcohol I consume weekly gets to my liver."
Alexandra rolled her eyes, but there was a hint of guilt in her expression. "Fine, fine, I'll try to be more sensitive to your delicate constitution," she teased, her tone softening as she reached out to pat Y/n's hand reassuringly.
"But seriously, Y/n, you know your dad loves you. He might be strict, and he might be disappointed if he found out about your... extracurricular activities, but he would never disown you. You're his daughter, and nothing will ever change that."
Y/n nodded, her shoulders relaxing slightly as she felt the tension drain from her body. "Yeah, you're right," she agreed, her voice soft and grateful. "I know my dad loves me, no matter what."
She took a deep breath, steeling herself for the question that had been nagging at her since she saw Alexandra with Rebecca earlier. "So, what's going on between you and Rebecca?" she asked, her tone carefully neutral. "I mean, you practically pounced on her before I even left your room. Are you guys...?"
Alexandra's cheeks flushed a deep crimson, and she busied herself with her cereal, avoiding Y/n's gaze. "Nothing," she mumbled, her voice barely audible over the clink of her spoon against the bowl. "We're just friends."
Y/n raised an eyebrow, unconvinced by Alexandra's dismissive response. "Just friends?" she pressed, her tone skeptical. "Because it looked like there was something more going on between you two."
The next day, Y/n found herself at the church, as she often did in her free time. She moved through the familiar space with ease, straightening pews and dusting shelves, lost in thought as she reflected on her conversation with Alexandra the day before.
As she made her way behind the altar in search of the broom they used indoors, Y/n ran into Oscar. He was kneeling on the floor, his head bowed in prayer, his wavy hair falling across his forehead.
Y/n froze, her heart skipping a beat as she took in the sight of him. He looked so peaceful, so serene, and she felt a sudden urge to reach out and touch him, to feel the warmth of his skin beneath her fingertips.
"Oscar?" she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of her own breathing.
Oscar startled at the sound of her voice, his head snapping up to look at her. His eyes widened in surprise, and a faint blush crept across his cheeks as he realized who it was.
âOh my, Iâm sorry. I didnât realize you were praying.â Y/n said shyly, realizing she may have interrupted his sacred time with God.
Oscar stood up, brushing off his knees as he turned to face Y/n. "Hi," he said, his voice soft and warm. "No need to apologize. I was just finishing up anyway."
Y/n felt a rush of relief wash over her, and she smiled shyly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "Oh, okay. Good," she said, her voice trembling slightly with nerves. "I was just looking for the broom. I'm supposed to be cleaning up around here."
Oscar nodded, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled. "I can help you with that," he offered, gesturing towards the supply closet where the cleaning supplies were kept. "It's my turn to clean the altar anyway."
Y/n's heart skipped a beat at the prospect of spending more time with Oscar, and she felt a sudden surge of excitement mixed with anxiety. "That would be great," she said, trying to keep her voice steady. "Thank you."
Oscar handed Y/n the broom, and they made their way out into the main sanctuary. As Oscar began cleaning the altar, Y/n started sweeping the floor, the soft swish of the broom mingling with the hushed conversations of the churchgoers.
The congregation seemed unbothered by their presence, as it was a fairly normal sight to see the altar boys tending to the altar and Y/n cleaning. They went about their tasks quietly, the only sounds being the soft rustle of fabric and the occasional clink of metal as Oscar polished the candlesticks.
As Y/n swept, her mind wandered back to her conversation with Alexandra. She couldn't help but think about what it would be like to be with Oscar, to feel his strong hands on her body, to taste his lips against hers. The thought made her cheeks flush with heat, and she quickly pushed it aside, focusing instead on the task at hand.
Y/n found herself zoning out, her mind wandering as she swept the same spots over and over again, as if trying to erase some invisible stain. She was so lost in thought that she didn't even notice when Oscar had finished cleaning the altar and had moved on to wiping down the glass cases that held the statues of various saints.
It wasn't until she heard the soft clink of glass that Y/n snapped back to reality, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment as she realized how distracted she had been. She glanced over at Oscar, who was diligently working his way down the line of statues, his brow furrowed in concentration.
Y/n bit her lip, her heart racing as she watched him work. She couldn't help but admire the way his muscles flexed beneath his shirt, the way his hair fell across his forehead as he leaned in to clean the higher shelves. It was almost enough to make her forget where they were, to make her want to reach out and touch him, consequences be damned.
She quickly made her way back behind the altar, putting the broom away in its designated spot. She then headed to the front pew, the same place she had sat in yesterday and for years before, having been the one to always read the second readings during mass.
As she settled onto the hard wooden bench, Y/n let out a soft sigh, her chest rising and falling with each breath. She could still feel the heat of Oscar's presence, the way her heart had raced as she watched him work. It was almost too much to bear, the desire that coursed through her veins, the longing to be close to him.
Y/n closed her eyes, leaning her head back against the pew as she tried to calm her racing thoughts. She knew it was wrong, that she should be focused on her faith, on serving God, but she couldn't deny the way her body responded to Oscar's presence.
As she sat there, lost in thought, Y/n couldn't shake the feeling that something was about to change, that her life was about to take a turn she never could have anticipated.
Y/n's eyes fluttered open as she felt the pew shift slightly beside her. She turned her head to see Oscar settling in next to her, a slightly damp rag clutched in his hand.
"Man, that was exhausting," he said, his voice low and tired. "I don't know how you do it, Y/n. Cleaning this whole place by yourself."
Y/n smiled softly, her heart skipping a beat at the sound of his voice so close to her. "It's not so bad," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "It's kind of peaceful, actually. A chance to clear my head and just... be."
She shifted slightly, her thigh brushing against Oscar's as she did so. The contact sent a jolt of electricity through her body, and she felt her cheeks flush with heat.
Oscar turned to look at Y/n, his brow furrowed in confusion. "Be...?" he repeated, his voice trailing off as he searched her face for answers.
Y/n bit her lip, her heart racing as she tried to find the right words to explain the turmoil that raged within her. "I don't know," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "It's just... sometimes I feel like I'm not really living, you know? Like I'm just going through the motions, pretending to be someone I'm not."
She paused, her gaze drifting to the stained glass windows that cast a puzzle of colors across the sanctuary. "But when I'm here, cleaning, praying... it's like I can finally breathe. Like I can finally be myself."
Oscar nodded slowly, his eyes softening with understanding. "I know what you mean," he said, his voice low and earnest. "Sometimes it feels like the whole world is expecting us to be something we're not. To fit into these perfect little boxes that don't really exist."
Y/n let out a quiet groan, her shoulders slumping as she leaned back against the pew. "This is making me sad," she admitted, her voice heavy with emotion.
Oscar's brow furrowed with concern, and he reached out to place a comforting hand on Y/n's arm. "Hey, it's okay," he said softly, his thumb rubbing small circles on her skin. "Let's do something fun. How about we go get a milkshake at the diner?"
Y/n's eyes widened, a flicker of surprise crossing her features. "Sure," she said, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "That sounds perfect."
They stood up from the pew, Oscar's hand lingering on Y/n's arm for a moment longer than necessary. As they made their way out of the church, Y/n couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement mixed with nervousness. She knew it was wrong, that she shouldn't be feeling this way, but she couldn't deny the way her heart raced at the prospect of spending more time with Oscar.
The diner was a short, five-minute walk away from the church, nestled on the corner of Main Street. As they stepped inside, the bell above the door chimed, announcing their arrival. The scent of fried food and coffee hung heavy in the air, mingling with the sound of clinking dishes and low chatter.
Oscar led the way to a booth in the back, sliding in across from Y/n. She watched as he flagged down the waitress, ordering a chocolate milkshake for himself and a vanilla one for her. Y/n's eyes widened in surprise, a soft blush coloring her cheeks.
"Vanilla is my favorite," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "How did you know?"
Oscar grinned, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Your dad talks about you a lot," he admitted, his voice low and conspiratorial. "I may have picked up a few things."
Y/n felt a warmth spread through her chest at the thought of her father talking about her, of Oscar taking the time to listen and remember the little details.
As the milkshakes arrived, Y/n found her mind drifting back to her conversation with Alexandra. The words "seduce him" echoed in her head, a tantalizing whisper that set her heart racing.
Without thinking, Y/n reached for the whipped cream on top of her milkshake, scooping up a dollop with her finger. She brought it to her lips, her tongue darting out to lick it off slowly and deliberately. It was an innocent gesture, but there was something undeniably sensual about the way she did it, the way her eyes locked with Oscar's as she savored the sweetness.
"Mmm, delicious," she purred, her voice low and sultry. "I love vanilla."
Oscar's eyes widened, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed hard. He couldn't tear his gaze away from Y/n's lips, from the way they glistened with the remnants of the whipped cream.
"I... I'm glad you like it," he stammered, his voice rough with emotion.
Y/n tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear, her fingers lingering on the soft skin of her neck. She bent forward, her lips parting as she took the cherry from the top of the whipped cream, her tongue darting out to catch the sweet, sticky juice.
She sat back up, a playful laugh escaping her lips as she caught Oscar's wide-eyed stare. He was praying in his head, begging God not to tempt him like this, to keep him pure and innocent. But with each passing moment, each glimpse of Y/n's flesh, his resolve was crumbling.
"What's the matter, Oscar?" Y/n teased, her voice low and sultry. "You look like you've seen a ghost."
Oscar swallowed hard, his throat dry and tight. "N-nothing," he stammered, his eyes darting away from hers. "I'm fine."
As they sipped their milkshakes, Y/n continued her innocent yet seductive antics. She ran her fingers along the rim of the glass, her eyes never leaving Oscar's face as she watched him squirm in his seat.
"So tell me, Oscar," she purred, her voice low and breathy. "What do you like to do for fun?"
Oscar nearly choked on his milkshake, coughing and sputtering as he tried to regain his composure. "I... I like to read," he managed, his voice hoarse. "And play guitar. And... and help out at the church."
Y/n leaned forward, her elbows resting on the table as she propped her chin in her hands. "That's nice," she said, her voice dripping with honey. "I bet you're really good with your hands. With the guitar, I mean."
Y/n leaned back in her seat, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she took another sip of her milkshake. "You know, Oscar," she said, her voice low and sultry, "I've always wondered what it would be like to play the guitar."
She set her glass down, her tongue darting out to lick a stray drop of milkshake from the corner of her mouth. "Maybe you could teach me sometime," she purred, her gaze never leaving his. "I'm a quick learner."
Oscar's heart was pounding in his chest, his palms sweaty as he gripped the edge of the table. He knew he should put a stop to this, to tell Y/n that he couldn't be her teacher, that it was wrong. But the temptation was too great, the desire too strong.
"I... I'd be happy to teach you," he managed, his voice rough with emotion. "Anytime you want."
Y/n smiled, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Okay, I'll think about it," she said, her voice light and airy. As she shifted in her seat, her foot brushed against Oscar's thigh, the contact sending a jolt of electricity through his body.
"Oops," she giggled, her cheeks flushing with feigned innocence. "Sorry about that."
Oscar's breath caught in his throat, his heart pounding in his chest as he struggled to maintain his composure. He knew it was just an accident, that Y/n didn't mean anything by it. But the way she looked at him, the way her foot lingered on his thigh, it was enough to drive him wild with desire.
"It's... it's okay," he managed, his voice hoarse and strained. "Accidents happen."
Y/n leaned forward, her eyes wide and innocent as she looked up at Oscar through her lashes. "Hey, Oscar," she said, her voice soft and sweet. "Can I try a sip of your milkshake? I've never had the chocolate flavor before. My dad always gets the black coffee, and I've just been getting vanilla ever since I was a kid."
Oscar's heart skipped a beat at the request, his mind racing with the implications. He knew it was just a milkshake, just a simple, innocent gesture. But the way Y/n looked at him, the way her lips parted as she waited for his answer, it was enough to make his head spin.
"Sure," he managed, his voice rough with emotion. He slid his glass across the table, his fingers brushing against hers as she reached for it.
Y/n wrapped her lips around the straw, her eyes never leaving Oscar's as she took a long, slow sip. She let out a soft moan of appreciation, savoring the taste.
"Mmm, it's good," Y/n purred, her eyes half-lidded as she set the glass back down on the table. "But I still prefer my vanilla milkshake."
She took another sip of her own drink, her tongue darting out to catch a stray drop of cream on her bottom lip. "There's just something about the simplicity of vanilla, you know? It's pure, untainted. Innocent."
Oscar swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry. He knew Y/n was just talking about the milkshake, but the way she spoke, the way her words seemed to hang in the air between them, it was enough to make his head spin.
"I... I understand," he managed, his voice hoarse. "Vanilla is a classic for a reason."
Y/n smiled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Exactly," she said, leaning forward to rest her elbows on the table. "Sometimes, the simplest things are the most satisfying."
Y/n leaned back in her seat, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she looked up at Oscar. "Hey, Oscar," she said, her voice low and sultry. "My dad's not going to be home tonight, so I was thinking... maybe you could come over later and help me practice guitar?"
She bit her lip, her teeth sinking into the soft, plump flesh as she waited for his response. "We could stay up late, just the two of us. I'm sure you could teach me a thing or two."
Oscar's heart was pounding in his chest, his palms sweaty as he gripped the edge of the table. He knew it was a bad idea, that he should say no, that he should run as far away from Y/n as possible. But the temptation was too great, the desire too strong.
"I'd- I'd love to," he managed, his voice rough but hesitant. "Just give me a call when you're ready."
Y/n clapped her hands together, her face lighting up with excitement. "Yay!" she exclaimed, her voice high and girlish. "I can't wait to learn how to play guitar."
She leaned back in her seat, her demeanor shifting to something more playful and innocent. As they continued to talk, Oscar found himself struggling to focus, his mind still reeling from Y/n's bold flirtation.
He could feel the heat rising in his cheeks, his skin flushed and tingling with a strange new sensation. He had never felt so... desired before, so wanted. It was both exhilarating and terrifying, a rush of adrenaline that left him breathless and dizzy.
Throughout the rest of their conversation, Oscar found himself stealing glances at Y/n, his eyes lingering on the curve of her lips, and the softness of her skin. He knew it was wrong, that he should push these feelings aside and focus on his faith, but he couldn't help the way his heart raced at the thought of seeing her again later, of being alone with her in the privacy of her home.
Y/n walked towards the door, her heart racing with anticipation. She had chosen her outfit carefully, wanting to strike a balance between comfort and allure. She wore a pair of shorts that were short enough to reveal an unholy amount of skin, the fabric clinging to her curves in all the right places.
On top, she had opted for a white shirt that was sheer enough to hint at the outline of her bra beneath, the delicate lace peeking through the thin fabric, contrasting the gold cross necklace she had worn her entire life
As she reached for the doorknob, Y/n took a deep breath, steeling herself for the evening ahead. She knew it was wrong, that she shouldn't be feeling this way about Oscar. But she couldn't deny the thrill that ran through her at the thought of being alone with him, of having his undivided attention.
With a final twist of the knob, Y/n pulled open the door, her heart skipping a beat as she saw Oscar standing on the other side. "Hey there," she purred, her voice low and sultry. "Come on in."
Oscar stepped inside, his eyes widening as he took in Y/n's appearance. "Thanks for inviting me," he said, his voice slightly hoarse.
Y/n smiled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "No need to thank me, Oscar," she purred, her voice low and sultry. "I'm the one who should be thanking you for agreeing to teach me."
She gestured towards the living room, her hips swaying slightly as she walked. "We can practice in here, it's nice and spacious. But fair warning, it's a bit hot in here. No AC."
Y/n turned back to face him, her eyes narrowing playfully. "Or we could practice in my room. It's a bit smaller, but the AC works perfectly. Your choice."
"I think I'd prefer a cold room over a hot one," he said shyly, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt.
She shot him a warm smile, "Okay, follow me." She gestured, making her way up the stairs.
scar's gaze flickered over the photos lining the walls as Y/n led him upstairs, his heart clenching at the sight of her and her father together. There were pictures of them at the beach, at her graduation, at various milestones throughout her life. Occasionally, a photo of Alexandra and Y/n would appear, the two girls grinning at the camera, their arms slung around each other's waists.
As they reached the top of the stairs, Y/n paused, turning to face Oscar. "My room's just down the hall," she said, her voice soft. "Last door on the right."
She started walking again, her hips swaying slightly as she moved. Oscar followed behind her, his eyes glued to the gentle curve of her spine, the way her shirt clung to her back.
When they reached her room, Y/n pushed open the door, gesturing for Oscar to enter. "After you," she purred, her eyes twinkling with mischief.
The room was exactly as Oscar had imagined it would be. Simple, minimalistic, with a white metal bed frame and a small crucifix hanging above it. In the corner, there was a small altar with a statue of the Virgin Mary, and on the bedside table, a pink pearl rosary lay coiled neatly. The bedspread was mostly white, with delicate pink flowers scattered across the surface, and the pillowcases were the reverse, with a pink background and white flowers.
"You can sit wherever you're comfortable," Y/n said, gesturing to the bed and the floor. "I'll go grab my dad's guitar."
As she turned to leave, Oscar's eyes lingered on the bed, on the soft, inviting surface. He shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. He was here to teach Y/n how to play guitar, nothing more.
He settled himself on the edge of the bed, his fingers tracing the intricate pattern of the bedspread. The room was cool and quiet, the hum of the air conditioner a soothing background noise.
As he waited for Y/n to return, he couldn't help but notice the subtle details of her room. There was a faint, delicate scent of jasmine in the air, which he later discovered came from a small air freshener perched on her dresser. Everywhere he looked, there were hints of innocence - the soft pink hues of her bedding, the occasional hair tie scattered on her nightstand, the various rings she wore on her slender fingers.
On the wall, there was a framed dried flower, its petals faded and brittle with age. Oscar wondered about its significance, about the memories it held for Y/n.
The sound of footsteps pulled him from his thoughts, and he turned to see Y/n entering the room, a guitar case in her hands. She set it down on the bed beside him, her fingers lingering on the smooth, worn leather.
"Okay," she said, her voice bright and eager. "Let's get started."
Oscar helped Y/n remove the guitar from its case, his fingers brushing against hers as he took it from her hands. He held it up, examining it closely. "When was the last time this was tuned?" he asked, his brow furrowed in concentration.
Y/n bit her lip, her eyes darting away from his. "To be honest, we haven't used it in about two years," she admitted, her voice sheepish. "We kind of forgot about it."
Oscar nodded, his fingers plucking at the strings experimentally. They were out of tune, the notes discordant and jarring. "No worries," he said, his voice reassuring. "We can tune it right now."
He sat down on the bed, patting the space beside him for Y/n to join. As she settled in next to him, Oscar began to tune the guitar, his fingers moving deftly over the strings. The room filled with the soft, melodic sounds of the instrument coming to life, the notes blending together in perfect harmony.
Oscar finished tuning the guitar and handed it to Y/n, his fingers lingering on hers for a moment longer than necessary. "Here you go," he said, his voice soft. "Now, let's start with the basics."
He sat beside her on the bed, his leg brushing against hers as he demonstrated the proper way to hold the guitar. "Keep your thumb behind the neck of the guitar," he instructed, his hand guiding hers. "And wrap your fingers around the fretboard like this."
As he showed her how to position her fingers, Oscar couldn't help but notice the way Y/n's hands felt in his, the softness of her skin, the delicate strength in her fingers. He swallowed hard, trying to focus on the task at hand.
"Now, let's try strumming," he said, his voice slightly hoarse. He reached over, his hand covering hers as he guided the pick across the strings. The guitar came alive under their touch, the notes ringing out clear and bright.
"Good job," Oscar said, his voice warm with approval. He leaned in closer, his eyes focused on the way Y/n was holding the guitar. It seemed awkward, her fingers splayed across the fretboard in an unnatural position.
As he tried to adjust her grip, his gaze drifted lower, drawn to the tantalizing glimpse of cleavage peeking out from the neckline of her shirt. He swallowed hard, his mouth suddenly dry as his eyes lingered on the soft swell of her breasts.
Realizing what he was doing, Oscar quickly closed his eyes, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. He couldn't let himself be tempted like this, not when he was supposed to be teaching her, guiding her.
He forced himself to focus on the guitar, on the feel of the smooth wood beneath his fingers, the cool metal of the strings. "Let's try that again," he said, his voice strained. "This time, keep your wrist straight, like this."
His hand covered hers once more, his touch gentle but firm as he guided her through the proper technique.
As Y/n began to get the hang of the guitar, her fingers moving more confidently across the fretboard, Oscar felt a sense of pride and accomplishment. She was a natural, her hands seeming to instinctively find the right positions, the right chords.
But then, in a moment of enthusiasm, Y/n applied too much pressure to one of the strings, the sharp edge of the fret digging into her fingertip. She gasped, her hand jerking away from the guitar as a thin line of blood welled up on her finger.
"Ouch!" she exclaimed, her eyes wide with surprise and pain. She brought her finger to her mouth, sucking on the wound instinctively.
Oscar's heart clenched at the sight, his hand reaching out to steady the guitar as it threatened to slip from her lap. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice filled with concern.
Y/n nodded, her eyes meeting his. "It's just a little cut," she said, her voice muffled by her finger. "Nothing serious."
Oscar could see the pain in Y/n's eyes, the way she was trying to hold back tears. His heart ached for her, and he reached out, taking her hand in his. "Let me see," he said softly, his thumb brushing over the cut on her finger.
"It must hurt," he murmured, his brow furrowed with concern. "Do you have a bandaid here?"
Y/n nodded, pointing to the small desk in the corner of her room. "Yeah, there's a box in the drawer."
He stood up, crossing the room to retrieve the bandages. As he rummaged through the drawer, he couldn't help but notice the personal items scattered amongst the clutter- a hairbrush, a tube of lip gloss, a few loose change. He felt a pang of guilt for intruding on her private space but pushed the feeling aside.
He returned to the bed, sitting down beside Y/n once more. "Here," he said, holding out a small, square bandage. "Let me put this on for you."
Oscar carefully applied the bandage to Y/n's finger, his touch gentle and precise. As he finished, their eyes met, and for a moment, the world seemed to fall away. There was only the two of them, the warmth of the room, the softness of the bed beneath them.
Before Oscar could react, Y/n leaned in, her lips brushing against his in a tender kiss. He froze for a moment, his mind reeling with shock and confusion. But as Y/n's lips moved against his, he found himself kissing her back, his own inexperience evident in the awkward, tentative movements of his mouth.
Y/n could tell that Oscar hadn't kissed anyone before, and a part of her was thrilled at the idea of being his first. She deepened the kiss, her tongue darting out to trace the seam of his lips, coaxing him to open for her.
Oscar pulled away from the kiss, his heart pounding in his chest. He was flustered, his mind spinning with a whirlwind of emotions and desires. "Y/n, we can't," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. "This is the devil tempting us, trying to lead us astray."
But Y/n wasn't having it. She leaned in closer, her breath hot against his ear. "Then why does it feel so good?" she whispered, her voice low and seductive. "Tell me you want me too, Oscar. I don't care if we're going to hell for it. I just need you."
Her words sent a shiver down Oscar's spine, his body responding to her touch, her proximity. He knew it was wrong, that he should resist, that he should push her away. But the desire coursing through his veins was too strong, too overwhelming.
"I... I do want you," he admitted, his voice trembling with longing. "But we can't. It's not right."
Y/n's eyes gleamed with determination as she gazed into Oscar's conflicted face. She knew she had him on the hook, and she wasn't about to let him slip away.
"Oscar," she purred, her voice low and seductive. "Don't you believe that God forgives those who truly repent? That He understands the weakness of the flesh?"
She leaned in closer, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, "We can give in to this temptation, just this once. And then we can confess our sins, ask for forgiveness. It's not like we're doing anything truly sinful, after all. We're human, we can sin every once in a while."
Oscar's breath hitched in his throat, his resolve crumbling under the weight of Y/n's persuasive words. He knew what she was saying made sense, that it was a logical argument. But still, a small part of him hesitated, unsure if he was truly ready to cross that line.
Y/n's words washed over Oscar like a tidal wave, eroding his resistance with each passing second. "It's a sign, Oscar," she breathed, her eyes wide and imploring. "Look around you. It's just the two of us, nobody to disturb us, nobody to judge us. Maybe it's meant to be. Maybe we're meant to give in to our desires, just this one time."
Her hands slid up his chest, her fingers tangling in the fabric of his shirt. Oscar's heart raced, his body responding to her touch despite his mind's protests. He knew what she was saying made sense, that they were alone, that no one would ever know. But still, a part of him hesitated, unsure if he was truly ready to cross that line.
Y/n leaned in closer, her lips hovering just inches from his. "Please, Oscar," she whispered, her voice a seductive purr. "I need you. I want you. Let's just forget about everything else for a while and focus on each other."
Oscar's resolve was crumbling, his body betraying his mind as Y/n's seductive words washed over him. "But they're watching," he whispered, his eyes darting to the crucifix and the statue of the Virgin Mary.
Y/n followed his gaze, a wicked smile playing on her lips. "Let them watch," she purred, her voice low and sultry. "They know this is natural, Oscar. They'll understand. It's not like we're committing some unforgivable sin."
She leaned in closer, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, "God created us with these desires, Oscar. He wouldn't condemn us for acting on them."
His heart raced, his body responding to Y/n's touch despite his mind's protests. He knew what she was saying made sense, that it was a logical argument.
Y/n's hands slid down Oscar's chest, her fingers deftly unbuttoning his shirt. "Don't you see, Oscar?" she breathed, her eyes dark with desire. "This is meant to be. We're meant to be together, to share this moment. It's a gift from God."
Her lips trailed along his jawline, her teeth grazing his skin. "Think about it," she murmured, her voice low and seductive. "We're alone, with no one to disturb us. No one to judge us. It's like we're in our own little world, a world where the only thing that matters is us."
Oscar's breath hitched in his throat, his body responding to Y/n's touch despite his mind's protests. He knew what she was saying made sense, that it was a logical argument. But still, a part of him hesitated, unsure if he was truly ready to cross that line.
Oscar's resistance finally crumbled, his body melting into Y/n's embrace as he returned her kisses with a shy, tentative passion. "I... I don't know how to please a woman," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "I've never... I'm a virgin."
Y/n's eyes widened, a flicker of surprise crossing her features before being replaced by a look of tender understanding. "Shh, it's okay," she murmured, her fingers caressing his cheek. "I'll guide you, Oscar. We'll take it slow, and I'll show you everything you need to know."
She leaned in closer, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, "Just trust me, and let yourself feel. Let yourself experience the pleasure that God has gifted us with."
Y/n gently guided Oscar to sit on the edge of the bed, her hands resting on his shoulders. "Just relax," she murmured, her voice soft and reassuring. "I'll take care of you."
She knelt down in front of him, her eyes level with his crotch. Slowly, teasingly, she ran her hands up his thighs, her fingers tracing the contours of his muscles through the fabric of his jeans.
Oscar's breath hitched in his throat, his body responding to her touch despite his nervousness. He had never been this intimate with anyone before, and the thought of Y/n touching him in such a way both thrilled and terrified him.
Y/n's fingers dug into Oscar's thighs, her nails lightly scraping against his skin as she squeezed and massaged the firm muscle. She could feel him shudder under her touch, his body responding to her teasing caresses.
A wicked smile played on her lips as she heard his sharp intake of breath. She loved seeing him like this, vulnerable and at her mercy. It was a heady feeling, knowing that she had the power to make him tremble with desire.
Slowly, deliberately, she reached for the zipper of his jeans, her fingers toying with the metal tab. She could see the bulge in his pants, the evidence of his arousal, and it only served to fuel her own desire.
With a swift tug, she pulled down his zipper, the sound of the metal teeth parting echoing in the quiet room. She hooked her fingers into the waistband of his jeans and boxers, pulling them down in one smooth motion until they pooled around his ankles.
Oscar flinched as Y/n eagerly tugged down his jeans and boxers, exposing his most intimate parts to her hungry gaze. Feeling shy and embarrassed by her boldness, he quickly covered his face and mouth with one hand, hiding behind it as she began to touch him.
Y/n's fingers danced along his inner thighs, slowly making their way higher and higher. She could feel his body trembling under her touch, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She reveled in the power she held over him, in the way she could make him quiver with just a simple caress.
"Relax, Oscar," she purred, her voice low and seductive. "There's no need to be shy. I'm going to make you feel so good."
Her hand wrapped around his hardening length, her fingers stroking him slowly, teasingly. Oscar let out a low moan, his hips bucking involuntarily as she touched him.
Oscar whimpered as Y/n's fingers danced along his sensitive skin, her touch both tantalizing and overwhelming. "Have you ever touched yourself?" she asked, her voice low and seductive.
Oscar's face flushed a deep crimson, his eyes darting away from hers. "N-no," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.
Y/n chuckled, her fingers continuing their teasing exploration. "I don't believe you," she purred, her thumb grazing the tip of his hardening length.
He let out a low moan, his hips bucking involuntarily as she touched him. "I... I tried," he admitted, his voice trembling with embarrassment. "But I didn't know how."
Y/n smiled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Give me your hand," she purred, her voice low and seductive.
Oscar hesitated for a moment, his cheeks burning with embarrassment. But as Y/n's fingers intertwined with his, he found himself giving in to her guidance.
She wrapped his hand around his hardening length, her fingers gently curling around his own. "Like this," she murmured, her voice soft and encouraging. "You can go slow."
She guided his hand in a slow, steady rhythm, her fingers gliding along his shaft with each stroke. Oscar let out a low moan, his eyes fluttering closed as he savored the sensation.
"Or you can go faster," Y/n whispered, her hand speeding up the pace. Oscar gasped, his hips bucking involuntarily as she increased the intensity of his strokes.
Oscar's shy moans filled the room as Y/n continued to guide his hand, her fingers curling around his own as she showed him how to stroke himself. "That feels good, doesn't it?" she purred, her voice low and seductive.
He nodded, his eyes fluttering closed as he lost himself in the sensation. He had never felt anything like this before, the pleasure coursing through his body like a raging river.
Y/n's hand sped up, her fingers gliding along his shaft with each stroke. Oscar's breath came in short, sharp gasps, his hips bucking involuntarily as she increased the intensity of his pleasure.
"You're doing so well, Oscar," she murmured, her lips curling into a sly smile. "Just let yourself feel it. Let yourself enjoy it."
Y/n's fingers slowed their strokes, her hand still intertwined with Oscar's as she guided him. "I'm going to do something now," she whispered, her voice low and seductive. "Don't freak out, okay?"
Oscar nodded, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "Okay," he managed to choke out, his eyes wide with anticipation and nervousness.
Slowly, teasingly, Y/n leaned forward, her lips parting as she took the tip of his cock into her mouth. Oscar let out a low, guttural moan, his fingers tightening around hers as he felt the warm, wet heat of her mouth enveloping him.
Her head bobbed up and down, her lips sealed tightly around Oscar's shaft as she began to suck. Her tongue swirled around the sensitive tip, her cheeks hollowing as she increased the suction.
Oscar's fingers tightened around hers, his knuckles turning white with the force of his grip. But as Y/n guided his hands away from his cock, he found himself letting go, his palms coming to rest on her shoulders as she took him deeper into her mouth.
The cross necklace around Y/n's neck dangled and swayed with each movement of her head, the gold chain catching the light as it brushed against her skin. Oscar watched, transfixed, as the symbol of her faith bounced and twirled, a stark contrast to the act she was performing.
Y/n's lips stretched around his length, her throat constricting as she took him deeper and deeper. Oscar's head fell back, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he lost himself in the intense pleasure of her mouth.
Oscar's eyes rolled back in his head as Y/n's mouth worked its magic on his throbbing length. "Oh my god," he groaned, the words tumbling from his lips without a second thought.
For a brief moment, the realization that he had just taken the Lord's name in vain flashed through his mind. But the overwhelming pleasure coursing through his body quickly pushed any thoughts of sin or guilt aside.
Y/n's tongue swirled around his shaft, her lips sealed tightly around him as she bobbed her head up and down. The wet, obscene sounds of her sucking filled the room, mingling with Oscar's breathy moans and gasps.
He tangled his fingers in her hair, his hips rocking back and forth as he lost himself in the sensation. Nothing else mattered in that moment - not his faith, not his vows, not the consequences of his actions. All that existed was the feeling of Y/n's mouth on his cock, and the all-consuming need for more.
Y/n could feel Oscar's body tensing, his grip on her hair loosening as he neared his climax. His moans grew louder, more desperate, his hips rocking erratically as he chased his release.
But just as he was about to reach the peak, Y/n abruptly stopped, pulling her mouth away from his throbbing length. Oscar let out a strangled cry, his body writhing with frustration.
"No, please, don't stop," he begged, his voice hoarse and pleading. "It felt so good. Please, I need..."
Y/n placed a finger against his lips, silencing him. "Shh, it's okay," she whispered, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Calm down. It'll feel even better later, I promise. Just trust me on this, okay?"
Oscar's breath came in ragged gasps, his body trembling with need. But as he looked into Y/n's eyes, he found himself nodding, his trust in her overriding his desperation.
Y/n smiled, pleased with Oscar's compliance. "Good boy," she purred, her eyes roaming hungrily over his nearly naked form. "Now, why don't you take off the rest of your clothes for me?"
Oscar nodded, his hands shaking slightly as he reached for the hem of his shirt. He pulled it over his head, tossing it aside carelessly before kicking off his jeans, which were still bunched around his ankles.
In his haste to obey Y/n's command, Oscar didn't even notice that she was undressing as well. His eyes were fixed on her face, his body trembling with a mixture of nerves and anticipation.
Y/n's fingers deftly traced the bottom of her shirt, her hips swaying seductively as she slipped it off her shoulders. Her bra followed soon after, revealing her pert breasts to Oscar's wide-eyed gaze. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts, shimmying out of it before sliding her panties down her legs.
Oscar's face flushed a deep crimson as he took in the sight of Y/n's naked body. He wanted to speak, to express the multitude of emotions and desires coursing through him. But the words caught in his throat, his shyness overpowering his courage.
Y/n noticed his hesitation, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "Do you need to say anything, Oscar?" she asked, her voice low and inviting. "Don't be shy. It's just the two of us here."
He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat. "I... I just..." he stammered, his eyes darting away from hers. "I've never seen a girl naked before. You're so beautiful."
Y/n's smile widened, her eyes sparkling with approval. "Thank you, Oscar," she purred, taking a step closer to him. "And you're pretty cute yourself."
She reached out, her fingers trailing down his chest, his abs, his hips. Oscar shivered under her touch, his body responding to her closeness despite his nervousness.
Y/n noticed Oscar's nervousness, the way his body trembled under her touch. She leaned in, capturing his lips in a soft, gentle kiss. "Hey," she whispered, her breath mingling with his. "Calm down for me, okay? You need to relax."
Oscar's eyes fluttered open, his gaze meeting hers. "S-sorry," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'm just a bit scared."
Y/n smiled, her fingers tracing the contours of his face. "It's okay to be scared," she murmured, her lips brushing against his forehead. "But I'm here with you. I won't let anything happen to you."
She kissed him again, her lips moving softly against his. Oscar melted into the kiss, his fears slowly dissipating as he lost himself in the sensation of her touch, her warmth, her presence.
Y/n noticed the worried expression on Oscar's face, his body tense and uncertain. She cupped his cheek, her thumb stroking his skin. "Hey," she whispered, her voice soft and reassuring. "I'm okay. Don't worry."
She leaned in, capturing his lips in a deep, passionate kiss. As she did, she rocked her hips, taking him deeper inside her. A gasp escaped her lips, her eyes widening as she felt him stretch her further.
"Fuck," she breathed, her voice strained with a mix of pleasure and discomfort. "You're huge."
Oscar's eyes widened, his body relaxing slightly at her words. He had never heard such a compliment before, and it sent a surge of confidence coursing through him.
Y/n smiled, her hips moving in small, circular motions. "See?" she purred, her lips curling into a seductive smirk. "I can handle you. Just relax and let me take care of you."
Oscar nodded, his body relaxing under Y/n's guidance. "Okay," he breathed, his voice trembling with anticipation.
As Y/n began to move, Oscar's eyes rolled back in his head, his mouth falling open in a silent cry of pleasure. "Oh god," he gasped, his hips bucking involuntarily as she rode him. "Oh fu- oh my god."
She leaned down, her lips brushing against his ear. "It's okay," she whispered, her voice low and seductive. "It's okay to swear. It's just between us."
Oscar's eyes widened, his cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and excitement. "Fuck," he breathed, the word falling from his lips like a forbidden fruit. "Fuck, Y/n. You feel so good."
She smiled, her hips moving faster, harder. "That's it," she purred, her voice encouraging. "Let go. Say whatever you want. No one's here to judge us."
Y/n's eyes sparkled with mischief as she heard Oscar swear, his voice trembling with pleasure. "That's it," she purred, her hips moving faster, harder. "You sound so pretty when you swear."
She leaned down, her lips brushing against his ear. "God forbid my father ever finds out," she whispered, her voice low and conspiratorial. "But I'd gladly risk it if it meant I could hear this every night."
Oscar's eyes widened, his body tensing at the thought of being discovered. But the pleasure coursing through him was too intense to ignore, and he found himself pushing the thought aside, focusing instead on the feeling of Y/n's body moving against his.
Y/n threw her head back, a loud moan escaping her lips as Oscar hit a particularly sensitive spot inside her. "Fuck, right there baby," she cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders.
But as she felt him tense beneath her, his body shaking with a mix of pleasure and panic, she realized what was happening. "Stop, stop," he whimpered, his voice muffled against her neck. "I-I think I'm gonna pee."
Her eyes widened, but she quickly reassured him. "No, you're not," she whispered, her lips brushing against his ear. "That's just your body's way of telling you you're about to cum."
As if on cue, Oscar's body convulsed, his hips bucking as he released inside her. Y/n gasped, her own orgasm crashing over her as she felt him fill her with his seed.
They lay there for a moment, their breaths gradually slowing as they came down from their high. But as the post-orgasmic haze began to lift, reality started to set in.
Oscar buried his face in Y/n's neck, his voice muffled as he spoke. "That was so... oh my god..."
Y/n's arms tightened around him, her fingers running through his hair in a soothing gesture. "I know," she whispered, her voice soft and understanding. "It's a lot to take in."
She pulled back slightly, her eyes searching his face. "Are you okay?" she asked, her brow furrowed with concern. "I mean, physically. Did I hurt you at all?"
Oscar shook his head, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "No," he mumbled, his eyes darting away from hers. "I'm fine. Just... overwhelmed."
Y/n smiled, her fingers tracing the contours of Oscar's face. "That's okay," she murmured, her voice soft and reassuring. "It's normal to feel overwhelmed after your first time. Just take a deep breath and try to relax."
But before Oscar could respond, a loud crack of thunder echoed outside, followed by the sound of heavy rain pelting against the window. Oscar's eyes widened, his body tensing at the sudden noise.
"What was that?" he asked, his voice trembling with a mix of fear and confusion.
Y/n glanced towards the window, a small smile playing on her lips. "It's just rain," she explained, her fingers still tracing patterns on his skin. "A big storm must have rolled in while we were... distracted."
Oscar's eyes darted between Y/n and the window, his mind struggling to process the new sensory input. The sound of the rain, the flashes of lightning illuminating the room, the scent of petrichor wafting through the air - it was all too much for his overstimulated senses to handle.
She felt his body tense against hers as another clap of thunder boomed outside. She could sense his fear, his discomfort with the sudden storm. "Okay, lay down for me," she murmured, her voice soft and soothing. "You can use the pillows to cover your ears while I go downstairs, okay?"
He nodded, his face still buried in the crook of her neck. He slowly laid down on the bed, his hands clutching the pillows tightly to his ears.
Y/n smiled, brushing a stray lock of hair from his forehead. "I'll call your mom on the landline and let her know you're staying over tonight," she explained, her fingers tracing the shell of his ear. "I can't let you walk home in this rain."
Oscar's eyes widened, a flicker of panic crossing his features. "But my mom..." he started, his voice muffled by the pillows.
"Shh, it's okay," Y/n reassured him, her lips brushing against his temple. "I'll explain everything. Just try to relax, okay?"
Y/n slipped out of the bedroom, pulling her clothes back on. As she made her way downstairs, she glanced back at Oscar, who was lying on the bed staring out the window. His ears were still covered with the pillow, and the bottom half of his body was now draped with the blanket.
She couldn't help but smile at the sight of him, his vulnerability and innocence shining through despite the intimate act they had just shared. She knew he was scared, overwhelmed by the storm and the new experiences of the day. But she also knew that he trusted her, that he felt safe with her.
As she reached the bottom of the stairs, Y/n took a deep breath, steeling herself for the conversation with Oscar's mother. She knew it wouldn't be easy, to explain why her son was spending the night during a thunderstorm. But she also knew that it was the right thing to do, to keep him safe and protected.
Y/n picked up the phone and dialed Oscar's mother's number, her heart pounding in her chest. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves as she waited for the call to connect.
When Nicole answered, Y/n explained the situation, her voice trembling slightly. "Hi Nicole, it's Y/n. I'm so sorry to call you out of the blue like this, but... Oscar is here with me. We were practicing guitar when the storm hit, and it's just too dangerous for him to walk home right now."
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line, and Y/n's heart sank. But then Nicole's voice came through, warm and understanding. "Oh honey, don't worry about it. I was actually just about to call you. I was going to ask if Oscar could stay the night, because I don't want him walking home in this weather either."
Y/n let out a sigh of relief, her shoulders sagging as the tension drained from her body. "Thank you so much, Nicole," she said, her voice filled with gratitude. "I really appreciate your understanding."
Y/n hung up the phone, a wave of relief washing over her. She had been so worried about how Nicole would react, but her understanding and support had put Y/n's mind at ease.
She made her way back upstairs, her footsteps soft on the carpeted steps. As she entered the bedroom, she found Oscar still lying on the bed, his ears covered with the pillow and his body tucked under the blanket.
"Everything's okay," she said softly, perching on the edge of the bed. "Your mom knows you're here, and she's happy for you to stay the night. She was actually just about to call and ask me the same thing."
Oscar's eyes widened, the pillow slipping slightly as he turned to look at her. "Really?" he asked, his voice a mix of surprise and relief.
Y/n nodded, smiling reassuringly. "Really. She understands about the storm, and she doesn't want you walking home in this weather either."
Y/n rummaged through her closet, pulling out an oversized shirt and a pair of shorts. They were clearly her father's clothes, the shirt hanging loosely on her frame as she held them out to Oscar.
"Come on, sit up," she said, her voice gentle but firm. "Let me help you get changed."
Oscar hesitated for a moment, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment. But the thought of wearing his own wet, sticky clothes made him shudder, and he slowly sat up, the blanket falling away from his body.
Y/n helped him into the oversized shirt, the fabric swallowing his smaller frame. She then handed him the shorts, averting her eyes as he slipped them on.
"There," she said, stepping back to admire her handiwork. "Comfy?"
Oscar nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as he looked down at the oversized clothes. They were comfortable, and he felt a sense of safety and security wearing them.
But as he went to stand up, he suddenly pulled Y/n down with him, plopping back onto the bed. She let out a small "oof" of surprise, but didn't comment on it, realizing that he was just tired and seeking comfort.
Oscar wrapped his arms around her, holding her close as he snuggled into the pillow. Y/n could feel his body relaxing against hers, his breathing slowing as he drifted off to sleep.
She smiled, her fingers gently stroking his hair as she watched him sleep. Despite the events of the day, the intimacy they had shared, she felt a sense of peace wash over her.
The following Sunday, Y/n and Oscar found themselves back at church, sitting in their usual pews. Y/n was scheduled to read a Bible verse about lust, a topic that had taken on a whole new meaning since their encounter last week.
As she stood up to approach the podium, Y/n couldn't help but steal a glance at Oscar. Her eyes met his, and she saw his cheeks flush a deep crimson, his gaze darting away from hers.
She suppressed a smile, remembering the intimate moments they had shared. The thought of the pastor's daughter and an altar server engaging in such activities would surely raise some eyebrows if anyone found out.
Y/n cleared her throat, the microphone crackling to life as she began to read the verse. "For this is the will of God, your sanctification: that you abstain from sexual immorality; that each one of you know how to control his own body in holiness and honor, not in the passion of lust like the Gentiles who do not know God..."
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Levi Ackerman x fem!reader, nsfw 18+, mdni, virginity loss, age gap! Levi is in his 30s, the reader in her 20s, oh this is rough filth
Levi didn't care about the assigned rooms, his mind focused on the upcoming mission. His grey eyes follow the building where he will be staying for the next few days before heading outside of the walls. He heads inside, looking for his room number, he wonders if you're ready there and what you think about having to share a room with him. He knocks before entering just in case, the last thing he wanted to do is make you uncomfortable. When you say that he can come in, he does, carrying not but a single bag with him. The room was small and it had a single bed. Great. Just perfect.
You look at your Captain before your eyes fall on the bed, there was space for the two of you but it didn't make the situation any less tense. "I can sleep on the floor." That makes Levi look at you as he closes the door behind him, if anything he is the one who can sleep on the floor or the chair, he has a hard time sleeping anyway. "Nonesense There's room for both of us." He adds, setting his bag down on the bedside table, you don't speak on the matter further, he is the captain and questioning his orders is a bad idea. You nod not knowing what to say next, you don't know him that well.
As the sun set you were getting ready for bed, you had an early day and couldn't wait to get under the sheets, even of they are the same sheets your captain will be using too. After changing into your pyjamas and brushing your teeth, tou came back into the room which was now dimly lit as Levi sat at the desk writing at the paperwork with a candle burning next to him. He pays you no mind continuing to do this thing, you don't want to disturb him but you had to ask. "Ugh captain, which side would you like?" That catches his attention and he looks back at you, his eyes checks you up and down quickly before answering. "Who fucking cares. Sleep where you want." With that he turns back to finish the paperwork, he sighs slighty, you were a pretty girl in his eyes and it irritated him. "And please call me Levi."
Getting under the sheets, you try to make yourself comfortable, the only noises in the room are the quill Levi is writing with. You close your eyes trying to get sleep to wash over you but it doesn't, instead you turn and twist in the sheets, he makes you nervous, incredibly nervous and you would never admit to anyone just how much you're attracted to him, he was good eight years older than you and that added to the appeal. You rub your thighs together slighty, this wasn't a place to think about those things, he never even looked at you differently, it was ridiculous to get these naughty thoughts especially now when the man was in the same room as you. And you don't even know what it feels like, you were never with a man, sure you had your kisses but your first was something you want to give someone special.
After sometime of tossing in the bed, Levi sits on his side, your back in turned on him but you can hear him take his boots off. Was he going to sleep in his uniform...? Levi lays down on the other side, keeping his distance, he knows you're not sleeping and wonders what is keeping you awake. "Can't sleep?" He asks after sometime, his voice sending a shiver down your spine. "..no...my thoughts won't let me." You say with honesty, it was the truth however you definitely aren't telling him what kind of thoughts tho, he doesn't need to know. Levi looks at you, your back still turned on him, you look around the dark room, waiting for him to reply. "Your thoughts huh? Or is that you don't want to share the bed with me?" Levi can tell by your body language that something is up, you don't seem all too comfortable.
"What?? Not its not that.....I am not uncomfortable it's just-" You cut yourself off, not wanting him to think less of you. Taking a deep breath you continue to talk. "I have never shared a bed with a man." Those words are said quickly and quietly but Levi hears them all. A slight curiosity runs through him, it shouldn't, you were his subordinate, he really shouldn't be thinking what he is thinking right now. "Is that so? Never had a boyfriend?" There's something about his voice that sounds mocking, almost as of he is teasing you. "Not really." You mumble, it wasn't that you didn't want a relationship, it's that all the men your age seem....immature. "I just- I guess men my age aren't exactly-" "Your type?" He cuts in, already seeing what you're trying to say. "No, not my type at all." You shiver as the thought of being with him runs around your mind, you should really get that fantasy out of your head.
There's a shift in the air, you feel as if he can read all of your mind and exactly what you're thinking of. Levi scoots closer to you, you feel his body coming closer to your and you freeze. "What is your type?" He runs a finger down your back and you have to hold back a moan you aren't pulling away, you don't want to. When he sees that you aren't stopping him, he moves even closer, he removes your hair to expose the back of your neck. Leaning closer, you can feel his breath on your skin, another shiver running down your body. His lips make contact with your skin, he nibbles gently on your neck, his hand move down to your waist, his hand running under your shirt, caressing the soft skin of your stomach. Levi wants to hear you, wants to hear your moans, what's to make you beg. He bites into your skin and that causes a moan to surpass your mouth, Levi groans, it's even sweeter than he thought, he needs more.
"Turn around." He says, voice filled with lust, you do as you're told, turning around to face him. Levi is still in his uniform, his straps are undone and his cravat hang around his neck. You feel your panties get wet a little more, slightly embarrassed you look away but before your head can turn, Levi grabs your jaw and makes you look at him. Levi's thumb runs across your lip, your eyes shine with desire and he loves it, craves it. "I'll ask you this only once so answer honestly. Do you want me to fuck you?" His words surprise, Levi isn't sugercoating it and he clearly isn't a romantic, that makes it all so much more appealing. You swallow and then answer. "Yes." It's a desperate tone but not enough for Levi. "You can do better than that." He needs to hear it from your pretty lips. "I want you to fuck me, Levi." You don't look away, looking him straight in the eyes and you swear that he smirks for a second. "Good girl."
He kisses you, his hands pull you closer into his body. You follow his movements, kissing him the best you can while your hands wrap around him. Levi turns you onto your back to get on top of you, his kisses growing more intense, his tongue enters your mouth, a slight moan escaping you as his fingers spread your thighs apart so he can lay between your legs comfortably. You can feel his boner pressing against your clothed pussy and without much thinking, you roll your hips wanting more contact. Pulling away from the kiss, he growls. "Mhh there you go." He kisses down your jaw to your neck, leaving a trace of open-mouthed kisses, his hands start exploring upwards, eager to undress you. You're supposed to be nervous but you aren't at all, all you want is for him to take you, it's even better than what you imagined.
You start to get braver with your hands, they wonder around his upper body before pulling on his shirt wanting it off his body. Levi gets message, he bites into your neck, leaving a mark behind before pulling away to get rid of his shirt. His naked upper body comes into your view, you have seen it before when he was patching up his wounds but this was different, those perfect defined abs and biceps, the v line running down into his pants, you bite your lip, your fingers running down his abs. Levi kisses you again, it was his turn to have you undressed, your hands run down the muscles of his back, his hips rolling into your as he kisses you sloppily. His hands are roughly pulling your shirt over your breasts, he doesn't take it off entirely, he doesn't need to. His lips move to your neck again, he kisses over the red spots he left earlier on it, Levi starts to move lower kissing over collarbone before reaching your breasts. His eyes lock onto them, admiring them for a second before he looks at you, your eyes are telling him all, you want him even more than he let on.
"Fucking perfect." Whispering under his breath, he takes the plush flesh into his hands, massaging them. A loud moan comes out of your lips, your hand fall to grip the sheets. Levi's mouth closes around your nipple, he is still holding your breasts in his hands, pushing them together. "Mhh Levi!" You whimper his name and in return Levi swirls his tongue around your swollen bud, you gasp, hands flying to his biceps. He pulls away from your nipple, his saliva connected to your nipple. "So fucking eager aren't you?" He sucks on the other nipple, his fingers playing with the other one, pinching it between his fingers. Your head falls to the side, the pleasure is overwhelming and he isn't even touching you where you need him the most yet.
Levi sucks and plays with your nipples for a few minutes and you feel like you can cum just from that. Starting to stir, Levi bites into your bund playfully, making you dig your nails into his bicep. He moves on, kissing your stomach and biting here and there, leaving marks that will remind you of the fact that he got to have you first. Not some useless boy your age, him, your captain. His lips reach the rim of your pants and he teases you by licking across your navel and than up your stomach, he bites into your breast, leaving a hickey there too. "Levii!" Again, you sound desperate, wanting him to move on. "Begging are you sweetheart? How cute." He is definitely mocking you now, his teeth bite into your other boob, sucking on the flesh even more intensely.
When you start to stir, Levi slaps your thigh lightly as if telling you to behave. After marking your breast, he finally moves on, he takes the hem of your pants and pulls them down, revealing your panties. He immediately sees the wet spot on the fabric, spreading your legs he goes lower, his face directly in front of your core. That gives you a shiver, your legs threatening to close but Levi is quick to spread you open again. "No, no. Keep them open for me, understood?" You nod, that's not enough, he wants to hear your voice. Putting one of your legs over his shoulder, he bites into your inner thigh, once again marking his territory. "Understood, Captain!" You say, your fingers treading through his raven hair. "That's a good girl."
His bites reach closer and closer to your wetness, when he reaches your pussy, he presses kisses on the wet spot over the underwear. Your hips buck slighty, another sound emerging from your swollen lips, this was all so new and Levi was doing it so good. He kisses the spot again before hooking his fingers around the fabric and pulling your panties down, he throws them on the floor next to his shirt. Your legs close again on instinct and Levi is quick to spread them open again, his eyes glued to your folds and he watches it it twitches under his gaze. "All this wet pussy for me huh?" He leans down gently licking your slit, you tug on his hair, your hips bucking more, this feels so good, better than anything. His grey eyes shoot up to your face, every expression you make fuels him up more. He starts to eat you out, his tongue skillfully working on your pussy, you start to move around, gripping onto anything you can, his mouth feels amazing.
"You like that don't you, sweetheart?" His fingers grip your thighs leaving marks on the flesh, he moves his hand to your stomach, leaving it there while skillfully working on your wetness with his mouth. "Yes! Oh fuck Levi!" Your eyes start to roll back, Levi groans against your cunt, the sound sending vibration all through your heat. Levi's tongue finds your clit, he starts with slow licks, driving you crazy, the moans you're letting out are music to his ears. "So fucking sensitive." He uses his fingers to rub your folds while he sucks on your clit, he needs to prep you for the real thing. His fingers enters you and that causes your back to arch, rubbing more against Levi's mouth. Its certain that other can hear how loud you are but Levi could care less, the louder you are, the more turned on he is. The fingering starts off slowly, his finger pumping in and out of you. "Fuck you're tight. Can't wait to fuck this wet cunt."
Levi spits on your pussy and then starts to eat you out again, his jaw moving faster and his finger moving more gently, its a perfect combination. Sometimes starts to built up in your stomach, it feels like butterflies are flying all over your abdomen, like a burning fire but the fire is pleasure instead of pain. Adding a second finger, Levi's hips start to rut into the mattress, he needs release soon but this is all about giving you a night you won't forget. "Levi! I am-hhhghh!" He starts to finger fuck you faster, his fingers reaching that gummy spot as his mouth works on you. And the sounds, oh they are nasty wet and loud but Levi isn't slowing down, his mouth pulls away, his fingers still pumping into you. "Yeah? Gonna cum aren't you? Be a good girl for me and cum." His head rests against your thigh, his mouth and jaw are glistening with your jucies. You pull on his hair, a loud moan od his name comes out of you, your hips buck, legs shake, it's the most intense thing you have ever felt, your walls clench toghtly around his fingers and you cum, completely overcome by pleasure.
Your head falls back against the pillow, your breath heavy as you calm down from your high, Levi pulls his fingers out slowly. He puts them in his mouth, teasting you once again, kissing up your body again, Levi's hands massage your thighs. When he gets to your face, he kisses the aide of your face. "Need a moment?" He asks, nibbling on your ear, his fingers interlocking with yours and you nod. After a few moments you open your eyes looking at him, you're cheeks are red, mouth wide open, he wants to revish you, fuck you until the only thing you know is him and him only. He kisses you on the lips, the kiss as sloppy as the previous one, you kiss back, your fingers squeezing his hands as he has them pinned above your head. Eventually when he let's go, your hand runs down his body again and this time your tug on his belt, undoing it for him. "Good girl, so eager to get fucked." You bite your lip at his words as his belt comes off. Levi helps you, pulling his pants down with his underwear, he gets rid of it and again throws it on the pile of clothes on the floor.
Curiously, you take his hard cock into your hand, rubbing it up and down. Levi grunts in response, your hand felt so warm and perfect. You pump him in your hand a couple of times before letting go, giving him a sigh that you want him inside of you. "I want you inside of me, Levi." He kisses the side of your neck, you feel his hair brushing your skin. "You'll get me, sweetheart. I can't wait to fuck you." He grabs the base of his cock before positioning it against your entrance, you whimper feeling hic cockhead rub aagsint your wet opening. "Fuck....you want me huh?" Levi wants you to beg for it, he needs it all. "Please Levi! Please! I want you to fuck me." That's all he needed, he pushes his hips forward, his cock pushes past your walls, you gasp, hands gripping the sheets as you close your eyes. "Oi! Eyes on me, let me see you." Looking at him, you watch as his face narrows slighty and then his hands grab your hips. "Can I move?" Despite the list in his voice, there is care there too and you nod, grabbing the mattress even tighter as you feel him move.
He starts to fuck you, enjoying every single moan and response of your body. It's slighty painful but the more he moves, the better it feels. Levi starts to thrust harder inti you, your moans get louder, it feels so good. "You're so..fucking...tight. You feel so good, baby." Your hands run up and down his back as he continues to ram into you, his cock feels like it was made for you. Levi hisses when your pussy clenches around him, he lifts your hips up slightly to get deeper inside of you. "Fuuuck Levi!" Your nails dig into his back, his cock hits that deep spot inside of you, causing you to almost see starts, you won't last much longer before cumming again. Levi starts to pund you faster, letting out rough grunts and groans, you feel so good, so right, it's driving him mad.
Before you can react, Levi pushes your knees up to your chest, folding you and then slams into your harder, your moans are swallowed by his lips as he kisses you passionately. He moans agasint your lips when you keep clamping down on him, your body arching more into him, his nails dig into the back of thighs, he keeps you spread, fucking you harder. You pull away from the kiss when his cock hits your cervix, it's painful but feels so good at the same time. Levi grabs your hair making you look at him. "Keep those pretty eyes on me while I fuck you, baby." His forehead presses agsint yours, his thrusts get messy, he is getting close and so are you.
The knot in your stomach is creating again and this one is somehow more intense than your last climax. "Shit..I'll cum deep inside this cunt.." He fucks you in a slower pace and you feel as his cock twitches inside of you, that's nrouhh for you as you feel yourself cumming around his cock. "Atta girl. Cum for me, cum around my cock." His hands are gripping your hips so hard you're sure they will leave bruises but you don't care, not now. Levi fucks you through your orgasm, he tries his best to hold back as much as he can and he knows he shouldn't cum inside of you however it's irresistible to him, he wants you filled with his cum.
With one last groan, Levi slams hard into you and then cums deep inside of you. Your nails are still digging into his back, his cum feels warm filling you up to the brim. Levi kisses you on the lips as he finishes cumming, he pulls your body closer and let's go of your legs. The sheets are ruined beanth you but that's not a worry for either of you right now. You return the kiss, your fingers gently running down back, feeling the scratches you left behind. Both of you pull away and Levi looks at you, his eyes looking over the marks on your body, he almost feels bad, almost, he is proud of his work. Proud that you trusted him enough to let him do this. And now the mission is that much more exciting.
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Their tolerance is quickly crumbling under the weight of your relentless, wicked charm. Itâs only a matter of time before their lust spills over. And unfortunately for you, the dam finally breaks during your work shift.
â°â⤠contains : nanami x beverage cart attendant! female reader x higuruma. no curses au. flirty reader. jealous! nanami. really reaaaally mean higu. THREESOME. public sex. no protection. creampie (yipee). shoko present here. 6k words (it's an easy read trust).
â°â⤠note : MY HANDS ARE LITERALLY SWEATING PLEASEEE okay wait disclaimer im not a smut writer but i did enjoy writing it hueheu OKAY ENJOY READING MY BFFS ( á´ÍËŹá´Í)ŕ´ (hoping i don't disappoint) (a bit scared).
The harsh rings of the telephone cuts right through Nanami's ears, yet his face remained unresponsive at the sound. It was normal to be surrounded by phone calls, mugs of black coffee, and especially the snores of his coworkers.
A normal day.
Well, not so normal anymore.
From the day he and Higuruma had their eyes on you, life has been something that Nanami looked forward to. It was still riddled by his tiring occupation, but his bi-weekly golf meets with his friend turned his dull life upside down. He might be exaggerating, but that's what a good pussy/ a pretty girl does to him.
"Hey... Why are you looking so dashing all of a sudden, Kento?" His colleague asked from his work cubicle, voice groggy from being woken by his five minute alarm. Although not intending to be rude, Nanami's focus stayed fixed on his screen, typing away whatever he needed to.
"You don't have a girl yet, right?" His co-worker leaned closer to his face, eyes suspecting the blond's hyper-focused gaze. "Right..?"
With a sigh, Nanami answers, "No, I've been playing golf lately." It wasn't a lie but it wasn't the truth either.
"No offense, but Golf? Out of all sports?" Nanami's politeness cracks for a moment, glaring at his colleague at his sudden comment.
"Please, excuse meâ"
Ding!
Their eyes lands on Nanami's laptop where the notification sound came from. It wasn't an ad from a random online website or an alarming message, but rather, an anonymous text from Higuruma.
"Higuruma? Is that your girlâ"
"Please, excuse me, I need to finish my work." Before his coworker could overstep his boundaries, Nanami quickly cuts them off.
A message from Higuruma at this hour was one of the things he least expected. Not only was he occupied with his work, the two actually never texted each other unless needing assistance and their hangouts. Nanami stared at the screen for a moment, then clicked the notification bar.
âDo you have a moment?â It read. Nanami hesitates to respond when Higurumaâs intention still isnât clear to him yet. Another message arrives, this time fully capturing his attention.
âItâs about her.â
Afternoon had already approached, yet your body laid on your silk sheets. Realization has not completely settled and a nagging feeling inside you hammered. You were going on a date with a man you met from work. And you might fuck him tonight.
As the seconds pass by, exhilaration pumped in your veins. Weeks were gone with the wind since you had been spontaneously invited by Higuruma. Ever since then, your nights have been spent by scrolling through online stores for dressesâ one that's sure to weaken his knees. dresses that can be easily slipped off too
On the other hand, your reality was a nightmare for someone else. And that someone was none other than Ieiri Shoko, your best friend, and fellow beverage cart attendant. If she was ever in your situation, she would have ran to the nearest highway and voluntarily approached a ten wheeler truckâ her words, not yours.
"Were you even listening?" Shoko raised her voice, still overshadowed by the loud music from your laptop.
"Can't hear you!" Cautiously, you rolled your hair around the gadget and released it. Roll. Press. Release. Your routine continued while music blasted from your bedazzled speakers. "Or Nah" by The Weeknd and other artists, a filthy song for a filthy womanâ or at least, that's what Shoko said.
"Please stop the music, I'm sick of hearing women moaning and bed squeaking every damn minute,"
"Fine, fine!" With a giggle, you lowered the volume, finally lending an ear to Shoko's daily rant. "What were you saying again?"
Shoko rolled her eyes, "Whatever, I said you look fucking delicious" her deadpan evident in her tone, "Oh, I'm flattered!" Roll. Press. Release. And finally, your hair was done and curled to perfection. Your focus shifted to your makeup bags, another battlefield to enter. But this war was a familiar one, and after a short time, your makeup was done to your liking.
While Shoko released her frustrations through rambling, you busied yourself with your reflection, which you had been staring at for a minute now. The sun had set and the familiar orange hues were streaming from your windows when you had finished. Anticipation crept, and once again, you find yourself daydreaming how the next moments will be. Youâre planning on ending the night without a surprise, and you're certain you wonât be leaving without a catch too. Will he confess his desires through discrete touches? Does his plan include you being brought to his doorstep? Whatever it is, you were in on it. And for it to happen, you wore a good fucking dress to impress Higuruma.
You walked back to your desk and gave Shoko a clear view of your stunning choice of clothing. The sensual yet formal style of your dress heightened your charm even more. One gaze and a man will wonder what lies beneath it. Hopefully, that man will be Higuruma tonight. And hopefully, he takes notice of your daring move of choosing a backless dress. Back exposed and bare, only welcoming his warm touch.
In a trance, Shokoâs lips shut when you asked her, "So, what's the vibe?"
"Uh, hot vibe?"
"No, silly! Like, is it giving a dinner date with your ex-husband and showing up in a revenge dress to seduce him back? Or, is it giving a first date night with the side chick?"
Her mind stalled for a moment, before replying, "Yeah"
âThat was very helpful!â Shoko rolled her eyes at your sarcasm. Your attention was drawn to your phone where a loud ding erupted from. Higurumaâs notification pops, and instantly you were zooming around your room for your final touches. You squealed, earning another annoyed sigh from your friend.
âToodles, Ieri!â And with that, you closed your gadgets shut, sprayed perfume once more and slipped on your heels. One last look at your reflection, and you were good to go. Each step you took was accompanied by the hammering beats of your heart. Before you open your door, you peeked into its peeping hole. Outside, Higuruma idled by your porch, examining your house while his hands clutched a bouquet. You quietly gasped at his sweet surprise.
Finally ready, you swung the door open, âNice to see you here, Sir Hiromi,â his name rolled off your tongue with a teasing lilt, one thatâs daring him to step an inch inside your home. And he would have, because your appearance for tonight was not something that his control could take.
Higuruma wanted to stop time right there and then, at the exact moment you stepped out of your door with flushed cheeks and a dazzling grin. He wanted to take his time in analyzing every curve and inch of your skin. The rise and fall of your chest, the delicate beauty marks adorning your body, the shine of your lips, and that fucking dress. He was only a man after all, and any man would fall to their knees if they ever were graced with your stunning look tonight.
âLovely to see you too,â There was a pause in his words, and although his lips were locked, his mind scrambled for the words to say. âY/N,â
âYes, Sir Hiromi?â
âJust Hiromi tonight, love.â
âHiromi,â His name is followed by a giggle.
The man extended his gift to you, âBefore we go, I want to give you this.â Immediately, the fresh scent of the hand picked peonies and tulips greeted you. Its vibrant colors matched your dress. Your appreciation fell from your lips, and without wasting any more time, the two of you settled inside his sleek black car.
âYouâre comfortable, right?â Higuruma briefly glanced at you, then you replied with a polite smile. You have not even reached your destination yet but you were already drunk. His rich perfume whiffed about in the air, his scent dangerously intoxicating you and fueling your lustful imagination. His choice of clothing was a weapon too; a black tuxedo fitted perfectly on his form. And his nose, how could you ever forget his perfect nose.
Unconsciously, your teeth bit your lip. That damn charm never faded even when he simply drove. Were you reaching your breaking point? Or is it that time of the week again? Whatever, you needed him. The feelingâs mutual though. Higuruma, too, finds you irresistible under the moonlight.
An inner turmoil stirred inside him, though. His hesitance of bringing you to the date gnawed at him gradually. The closer you got, the more he wanted to turn back and drive fast to your house, needing you to be all for himself tonight. But, thereâs no turning back now, not when another surprise is already waiting at the venue.
Higuruma sneaked a glance on your exposed thigh.
Christ.
Did you even know the extent of your control over his restless mind? That, just one more word slipping from your mouth would tilt him over to the edge? His composure is unraveling under the force of your mere presence and youâre so blatantly unaware of it. Your blindness to his suffering tethers him even more to you. Itâs almost indescribable how badly he wants to put himself under you. under your pussy
God, he thought. May God extend his restraint because another moment alone with you will drain all his control.
Aside from his buzzing train of thoughts, the ride to the restaurant was silent. Nevertheless, your unspoken desires spoke for yourselves. A part of Higuruma was also glad you remained still, for hearing your sweet voice might just be the last push.
After a few grueling minutes of fucking you in his own world, the both of you arrived at your destination. Higuruma swiftly led you to your assigned table, where a surprise caught your breath.
âS-Sir Kento?â
Ah, there you are, Nanamiâs object of nightly affection.
And just when you thought your night couldnât get any better, Nanami sat at the booth. His eyes shifted from the menu to yours, capturing yours with a playful glint. Your grip on your purse tightened as Higuruma walked you to him.
âThought it would be nice to have him with us.â Higuruma smiles and gestures for you to sit beside him and you excitedly do so. Albeit your visible shyness, you quickly warm up within their presence. And after some greetings, dinner started.
Your attention shifted to Nanami, who appears to be very sophisticated with his suit and tie. Fuck, itâs embarrasing to admit it but these men have outsmarted you, turning the tables and making you their playtoy instead. Youâre not letting your hard headed self succumb without a fight of course.
When the food arrived, your plan silently commenced. As you bit your meal, your foot brushed against Nanamiâs, earning a warning glance from him. Stubborn, you let your teasing continue. Slowly, you rubbed your heels, tracing lines on his skin that made him tense, before subtly lifting up the ends of his trousers. Nanami decided to clear his throat, as if signaling Higuruma.
âSo, what about you, sweets? You canât be sitting in your room all dolled up everyday.â Higuruma asked, placing his palm on your exposed thigh.
Youâre caught speechless, âIâŚâ You looked up at him, wordlessly begging for mercy as his hand went closer to your clothed sex. Nanami played dumb across you, finding amusement at your predicament.
âOh, me?â You gulped, rushing for a word to say.
âHaha! Iâm actually quite uninteresting once you get to know me.â Your laughter failed to cover the rising tension within the room. And just from Nanamiâs stifled snicker, you knew you were an idiot for even attempting to play it off.
Higuruma went on, âSeriously? No boyfriend to talk to or anything?â You grew hotter under their intense gazes, grappling at your composure to stay under Higurumaâs taunting moves.
âNo.. No boyfriend.â
âYou canât fool adults, angel. A pretty lady like you ought to grab some attention, hm?â
Higuruma squeezes your inner thigh, âA-attention?â
âYeah, your mini skirts were distracting. Or you donât know that either?â Theyâre taunting you and youâre falling for it. Gradually, but surely. Theyâve found your weakness, using it to satisfy their need for humiliation; almost like a punishment for teasing them.
âS-skirtsâŚ? Oh!â Your sentence is interrupted by Higurumaâs sneaky hand that was now placed before your pussy. Dissatisfied with your limited expression, Higuruma pushed your button by grazing his finger on your nub. And for a moment, your face faltered and a short gasp left your lips.
Your mind screamed at him for his teasing, loathing at his want for humiliating you publicly. Yet, your unbridled hatred for him could not mask your desire. Each glide of his finger against your sex was intoxicating. You never thought heâd crossed the line in a restaurant, surrounded by dining visitors and watched intently by Nanami himself. Dread etched onto your face as you helplessly feel your control entangle itself within Higurumaâs lust, bound by your need for excitement.
You lift your head, facing Higuruma with a newfound courage to endure his seduction.
âHiromiââ
âDo you need water?,â He began rubbing his index finger on your clit, âYou look rather flushed.â You struggled to reply when his movement went faster. Embarrassingly, your pussy welcomed his hand, slick pooling in your panties. You canât think straight. Not when Higurumaâs fingers are only quickening by every passing second. Or when Nanamiâs staring at you with such hunger itâs almost primal.
âHiromi, It may be beige this time.â Nanami chimed in, seemingly unbothered by the growing tent in his own pants. âMhm? Oh, I agree with you on that one.â
âW-what are you guys talking abââ
âItâs just a game me and Kento play.â
If it wasnât for the table's long drapes and the cloth on your lap, everyone beside you would have seen the scene. And if it also wasnât for the waiter who asked for the desserts, you wouldâve coated Higurumaâs finger with your cum.
âMay I now serve the desert?â
âPlease do.â Nanami gave the server a smile. And just like that, the tension from earlier dissipated and the two men were now back to normal. They chewed their meals and laughed heartily at their conversations, ignorant to your dazed expression.
The whole dinner went by without any more intrusions and fastly, it had come to an end. You stepped out of the restaurant, arm linked around Higurumaâs with the bouquet in hand while you bid your goodbyes to Nanami. It was unfortunate that your dinner with them had to end, but that means you now have the chance to return their gesture.
It was clear the tension from earlier was still present. With Higuruma failing to keep his attention on the road ahead, and your eyes drifting from the window to his crotch, a few words needed to be said.
âHiromi, that was so unfair!â You pouted, and Higuruma could only chuckle as his response.
âIâll make it up to you,â He looked at you, âWe will make it up to you.â
âHow?â You bit your lip, pressing your legs together to ease your arousal.
âYou know how.â
âBut I donât know how.â Higuruma lets out a soft grunt at your words, caught between annoyance and exhilaration. You canât have your way with him and you know that. Heâs still in control but seeing him lose his insanity over just mere words made you laugh.
âPlease?â Your tone dripped with hoax innocence, pressing onto his patience even more when he stayed silent. âStop being such a gentleman, Sir Hiromi!â
âCarefulâ He warned, âYou might get more than you wish for.â But his statement only added fuel to the fire, igniting another desire within you to see how far you can go.
You swallowed your hesitance, âBut thatâs what I want.â
âTest me one more time, Y/N.â
Was it a threat? An order? Anyway you see it, you will be the one about to be tested. Itâs frightening; you have a zero idea of what he can promise you after pushing his buttons. However, the fear of the unknown sends a sweet ache down your sex only he could relieve. But seeing that youâve pressed him, you might be getting anything but a sweet treat.
âCome on, tell me how youâve been touching yourself to the thought of being shared.â
Your body stiffened at his bold accusation, flinching even.
âOh, was that too much? A sweet girl like you canât handle words like that? Was it too mean, Name?â He mocked you, but your body betrayed his mockery as your pussy dripped with more lust.
âWhere did all that confidence go? Whereâs the girl that will grind on Nanamiâs dick in front of me? Or did my little stunt earlier put you in your place? Perhaps, I need to do more to get it through your skull.â
You clenched your fists, ready to face his tenure, but your voice wavered. âY-youâre the one whoâs mean! You touched me in front of everyone!â
âNow youâre acting like you didnât enjoy itâ like you didnât love Nanamiâs eyes all over you.â His words cut right through the air, striking you a fact that you werenât ready to accept. The sudden hushness of your voice was the only confirmation Higuruma needed. Slowly, his lips contorted into a smile.
His unbelievable behavior with you was uncharacteristic and hardly a reflection of who he used to be; a result of crossing your boundaries. As he drives a kilometer closer and closer to your house, you get to see his true natureâ a hungry, and sadistic man. A man who reveled in your indignity. It wasnât off-putting, though. If anything, it turned you on even more.
Your ride was almost coming to an end, yet none of you spoke up. Higuruma still had that stupid smile on his face, while youâre still shaken from your argument with him. When you arrived at your front porch, you hurriedly stepped out of the car, eager to escape whatever words heâll be saying.
âYouâre mean, Hiromi!â You scowled, stomping to your front door while Higuruma trailed behind without wiping his smile off his face. âMean? I thought you liked that too.â You shot him a mocking smile before pushing your door open. However, Higurumaâs quick to close it shut.
His coy mockery slipped, revealing his genuine concern, âYou⌠still enjoyed it, right?â he asked, needing to be assured. A small giggle ran past your lips, turning around to face the man who held a softer gaze than before. There was a pause in your movement, mind in a dilemma over what your next response should be. But one thingâs for sure; youâre ready for another date, and hopefully it goes past just rubbing you under tables.
Higuruma awaited your next move, curious at your roaming eyes. Suddenly, you started to flicker inexistent dust off his suit and fixed his unmoving tie. You took your time with your fingers, gliding them across his firm chest, unaware of his rapid heartbeat. Grabbing the lapel of his suit, you slowly pulled him into you just close enough to have your lips ghosting over his ear.
âNext time⌠Donât disappoint me, Sir Hiromi. â
Curse you! Not a single case in his profession had left him this winded. Whatever you are, youâve bewitched him. Youâve cursed him in perpetual yearning, casting him a spell that always seemed to put you out of his reach. Now, youâve displayed your power over him, giggling at his dumbfounded face. You may as well have hexed his mind because your distance only attracted him more.
âBa-bye, Hiromi!â
Witch.
Exhaustion has bounded your body to near fatigue. Every action you take accompanied a sigh, a testament to your depleted energy. Lurid night shifts were a nightmare came true for youâ darkness shrouding your surroundings, while the emptiness of the lot drew you in between fright and boredom. Golfers weren't a common sight at this hour either, leaving you alone with your cart and some alcohol you stashed for yourself.
However, your job canât do itself. After serving the last round of drinks to your clients, you started a lap around the course. Night shifts were boring, but lately, your entertainment lied on every replay your mind made of your date, leaving a lingering smile on your face.
As you hummed a melody, your mind roamed its memories. Your date with Higuruma and Nanami has left you constantly checking your messages, waiting for the seen status to change.
âPerhaps, I was too mean to him.â You muttered with a sigh, but your genius mind jolted your body awake, striking yourself a brilliant thought. Giddily, you parked your car to the side and hopped off. You opened your camera and started to position your body for a normal selfie, then shifted your camera slightly above you to get a better view of your chest. Youâve mastered all inappropriate angles to get a man shaking in longing. It was a bait that worked many times in your favorâ the two men wonât be an exception to this, of course.
Bending forward, puckering your lips, even pushing your breasts. Youâd let them know what theyâve been missing. But, the unsettling feeling of being watched returns. However, you were too late to turn and were instead, shockingly greeted by a familiar voice.
âBending over out in the open? A girl like you really has no shame, hm?â The sudden question left you off guarded, shrieking from the terror of the unforeseen voice. You quickly spun around, ready to hit whoever dared to mess with you. However, youâre faced with Higuruma and Nanami with cocky grins on their faces.
âW-What are you guysâ No, wait! Why were you guys watching me like a creep!â They ignored your complaints, stepping forward to corner you.
âIs that really the question that needs to be asked here, sweets?â
âMore like, why is your ass out for the whole golf course to see?â Nanami joined in, taunting you with each step he took. âIs that your phone in your hand?â
âItâs perfectly normal to have my phone with me all the time!â
âHm, itâs also normal for you to send these photos, right?â Then, Nanami whipped up his phone, its screen illuminated the very scandalous pictures you took. Your shock elicited a gasp, realizing your blundering fingers had accidentally sent them in some ridiculous manner.
âWhatâ No! Ugh, whatever!â Overwhelming embarrassment enveloped your frame as you stepped away from the scene. However, confusion replaced your shame when their conversation continued.
âItâs pink.â Higuruma suddenly commented, âOf course itâs pinkâ It always is!â He followed it with a brazen chuckle while staring at your pictures, Nanami joining him soon when he realized. The ambiguity of their conversation has you glancing back, refraining your steps to fill in your curiosity.
âWe might be going too far with this, Hiromi.â Nanami told him once he came to his senses, showing you a fraction of his pity. However, Hiromiâs meaner, and pent up from the few days he made no contact.
âLook at her, Kento. Sheâs not even leaving.â Youâre humiliated once again by Higuruma. However, the indignity their words caused has you in this undeniable pull. Nanami caught your gaze, before you grumpily stomped back to your cart.
Higuruma walked to you, âAre you?â The air hung heavy with his unspoken desire, and suddenly, you felt your confidence climbing up once again. You remained still, wanting to see how far Higuruma heâd cross the line today.
âI meanâŚâ You muttered. He exchanges a knowing look with Nanami before closing the proximity between you two. He let his fingers travel your arms first, before sliding them at your back, pulling you in closer.
Suddenly, Nanamiâs unannounced hands join in, welcoming
itself to explore your body. Your heart pounded against your chest at their hunger as your knees buckled under the weight of their hunger.
âYouâre right where we want you to be.â Higuruma remarked against your neck before nibbling your exposed skin. Their touches ignited every nerve in your body, firing it up with anticipation. Every small contact they made with your skin had you on the edge of surrendering yourself. And it was hard to retain your confidence when Higuruma and Nanami were hitching your skirt up.
Higruma groaned, âI'm always right, Kento.â Then, he pressed his finger against your clothed clit with such pressure. He intently watched your face, examining every little twitch your mouth makes as he dug his finger more.
âW-Whaââ Before you could finish, Nanami grabbed your chin, capturing your lips in a tender kiss. He kissed you like a depraved man, tongue welcoming itself inside your mouth. He drowned out the noises you made as Higuruma continued rubbing you through your pink panties.
âSheâll look even better naked.â Without second thoughts, he dropped to his knees and tugged your panties down.
âFuckinâ beautiful.â He breathed out, before licking your pussy in long, wet stripes. Lapping on it and spreading his mouth all over your sex while he gripped the soft plush of your ass closer to his face, practically inviting you to ride him.
âDo it, angel.â With Nanamiâs assurance, you hesitantly grinded your cunt on Higurumaâs face, making sure to hit the soft tip of his nose. It panged you with a profound need, like youâve just hit the jackpot. His nose. It was perfect. So perfect, like it was molded to have your pussy grinding on it.
It felt good. Itâs only his tongue and Nanamiâs hands playing with your nipples but it feels so good. Each sway of your hips has you whining for more.
âH-Hirooooâ!â Higuruma hummed in response to your mewls, sucking on your clit with more passion, before bringing his lips all over. He was relentless. Not a single spot of your dripping pussy was left unkissed.
Nanami kissed your forehead, such a starching difference from his filthy praises. âRide it. Come on, I knooow my girl can do it.â You steadied yourself against his chest, breathless and writhing under his hold.
âFeel good? Mhm, you wanna feel more?â
âPleaseeeeâ I wanna!â
âAtta girl, just like that. Ride it like you want itâ Fuck.â
Nanami attempted to soothe you with his soft words, murmuring sweet praises for enduring Higurumaâs tongue. But you couldnât even form a coherent thoughtâ let alone actual words.
âSo so soo good! Hiroâ please!â Every noise that left your mouth was incomplete, babbling on and on about Higurumaâs tongue while gripping onto Nanami for your life.
âYou cumminâ angel? You wanna cum all over Hiromiâs face?â The pleasure was blinding. All you can do is quickly nod and whine for more.
âYes! yes please, please!â But once those words came out, Higuruma stopped all his movements abruptly, baring your wet, pulsing cunt.
âA girl like you⌠has to earn it.â Higuruma says in between his breaths. He could feel his dick screaming at him to be freeâ to be inside you.
You whined at the loss of his sweet lips and turned to Nanami with pleading eyes to coddle you. He simply smiled and pecked your forehead. âCruel. Youâre going to make her cry.â
Then, Higuruma interrupted your little moment with him, âIm fucking hard, Kento. Give her to me.â His impatience was evident with how he forced you to your knees, leading your hands to the belt at his waist. He looked down at you, watching you comply as you unbuckled them.
After his belt, came his pants and boxers. The sight of his bare and hard cock made you stifle a moan, taken aback by his unexpected size and girth.
âShow me you earn it.â He commanded, and you swiftly abided. Your tongue made contact with his bulging tip, swirling it around and spreading his pre-cum all over, before opening your mouth and taking him whole.
It was such a stretch having him inside your mouthâ a challenge for him either. He cursed himself, restraint faltering at the feeling of your warm, wet mouth surrounding his shaft. Your head was guided by Nanami's hold on your hair, making it much harder to control himself. The thought of you being guided by his best friend makes him so horny.
As you hollow your cheeks and slid your head in and out, Higurumaâs fingers found its way wrapped in your hair, together with Nanamiâs. âCâmon, doll, you gotta suck Hiromi's cock better than that." Nanami buried your head further, showing no sympathy for your pitiful state.
Your hands twitched at your sides, hinting at them to give you just a fraction of their kindness. But respect is earned both ways. When you had wickedly played with their minds, youâd be treated with anything but respect.
âA-A girl like youâ shit- needs tâ be taught.â
With ease, he unbuckled his belt and placed his thick and heavy cock on your empty palm. He offered no comfort at your side now. His light, velvety touches at your cheeks were long discarded, replaced with his tip that bumped your puffed cheeks.
âL-look at her filthy mouth, Kento."
"You thinkâ ah, fuuuck. You think she can handle two cocks at the same time?"
Higuruma drilled into your skull with each thrust that he made on your mouth. His lengthy cock protruded again and again and violated your vulgar mouth. However, the two men were unsatisfied at only ruining your face.
His chest heaved, unruly groans drawn out from his throat as you sloppily lolled your tongue on his tip.
"Shit, just like that." Your eager cunt pulsed at his erotic words. Obscene noises hung in the air, mixed with Higuruma's curses and Nanami's stifled groans.
"Shh, I know I know, you need to be quiet, angel. You don't want us getting caught, right?"
"Not even a minute in and she's already strugglingâ pfft."
"Maybe a few more sessions like this and she'll last longer, yeah?" Pity was finally granted when Higuruma slipped his dick out.
But you should've known that a torturous man like Higuruma had other intentions. "P-please, please touch meâ mph!" He silenced your pleads with his cock, chuckling darkly at your muffled cries. Their pleasure is derived from humiliating you. You know this. But it feels good. So good when they defiled you publicly with nothing but a beverage cart covering you.
"Eyes here, angel."
Your mouth worked wonders on Higuruma's dick, slurping his leaked juices as Nanami furiously fucked your palm. Soft and smaller hands wrapped itself on his shaft, the contrast to his hard cock sent him in a dizzying haze.
The lewdness of your cries, your chin covered in drool, and your doll-like eyes that silently begged for moreâ you truly were a slut for pleasing them both.
The arousal from fucking out in the open and your erotic moans vibrating on their dicks did the job. Their humiliation is gone as they ride out their high, pulling their cocks from your grasp and aiming right at your fucked out face.
"F-fuck, keep looking at us like that, angel."
High on the pleasure from your tongue, cum shot out of Higurumaâs dick, coating your face messily as more and more of his thick, creamy, seed haphazardly painted your face.
"Fuck! Yes, yes yes yes..."
"S-shit, 'm coming too." Nanami wasted no time in entering your mouth, pleasure bursting within him as your tight, hot, mouth sucked him on instinct.
Their sticky semen coated your mouth, drool mixed with Nanami's cum dripped to the ground below, struggling to swallow his massive load.
As much as Nanami wants to give you a breather, time is currently ticking, inching closer and closer to the end of your shift. It's also only a matter of time before a coworker notices your absence.
In one swift motion, Nanami pulled you up from the grass, bending you over the cartâs side seat.
"Waitâ" But Nanami doesn't. Instead, he lined up his throbbing dick and steadily pushed himself inside your pussy.
Your eyes shot open at the sudden feeling. Pussy filled to the brim, and you can swear he's grown larger, thicker, compared to when you had him on your palm. Your pussy clenched around him deliciously, struggling to adjust to his size.
"F-fuck fuck fuckâŚ" There was an agonizing pain in how he stuffed you. Once he started, his pace was torturously slow, savoring your fluttering walls.
"too good 't much!" Though every effort in flailing your body away from Kento's grasp was in vain. Higuruma surrounded you, a scowl on his face.
"Fuck, Hiromi. She's clenching me good."
"You're one greedy fucker, Kento."
"So fucking tightâŚâ
He shushed you to be quiet, but his cock sliding in and out of you drew out sinful noises from your lips.
Nanami had spent countless of nights fucking his fists to you. How you'd sound like and how you'd feel like. Now, it was undeniably incomparable to the tight squeeze your pussy gave, and the high pitched moans you cried out.
"S-shut her u-up, 's too noisy,"
"Feel good! S-sir Kentoâ!" Your tears stained your cheeks, mixed with the drool escaping your puffy lips. Under his slamming hips, lay his cruel hand, that kept on rubbing your clit in tune with his thrusts.
"Câmon baby one more cockâ so good so so good" Higuruma whispered, encouraging you to take his cock in your mouth again. "You take us so good sweets. You're the sweetest."
Your shaking frame struggled to keep up with their brutal pacing, legs so weak Nanami had to lift up your hips, putting you in that position where you could feel every single inch of his cock.
In their own corrupt way, it was their way of putting you in your placeâ serving punishment by ramming their hips and hollowing your tight, dripping cunt.
"Fuck⌠she's squeezing me- shit."
Nanami panted, eyes clenched shut and slamming himself harder and deeperâ doing anything to chase that high.
"You close, sweets?" Higuruma grinned,"Kento's dick feels that good?â He taunted you, knowing you couldnât reply with your mouth full of his dick. You closed your eyes and let them digged your holes, thrusts so persistent you were molding into their little fuck toy.
After a few more thrusts, his pace started to become unsteady, drawn out and returning to fucking you so slow and sensually. He was close, so fucking close. You're not done yet but he was already right over the edge. Curse you and your tight pussy.
But Nanami was no quitter. He held it in and waited for any sign that you're near your climax too.
"Fuck fuck fuckâ don't stop!"
Just the sign he needed.
With a long breath, he slammed his hips into you with such force, knocking you right off your feet.
Plap plap plap
You were a mess; jaw wide open, whimpering and clinging unto Nanami's arm around your waist, eyes squeezed shut.
Nanami fucked you until you're dumb, unraveling every coherent thought you could muster; fucking you in a way it had you turning into a cock hungry slut.
"She's cumming."
Plap plap plap
He didnât stop. He didnât want to. He needed to see your throbbing and stretched out cunt squeezing him dry. He wasnât stopping unless you had that fucked out look across your pretty face. God, he begged himself to hold out for much longer, wanting to see you take all his cum.
All his efforts were worth it. In the end, he had you screaming out a shrilling whimper, flailing your body as pleasure electrified your whole frame. Surges of blinding light cascaded you, then the rest is a blur. The only vivid feeling was his persistent cock.
"Good..." plap "fuckin'..." plap "girl..." plap
Gone was the control he prided himself on. He filled you with everything he had been holding back, pushing you further with every wave of pleasure that erupted within him. He emptied his balls, all its contents now leaking out of your weeping pussy.
"What a fuckin' mess..." Higuruma cackled, before lifting your limp semi-conscious self in his arms. Although he wanted his arms wrapped around you in a sweet embrace, a gratification for enduring them, he did made a promise to himself.
âMy turn.â
It's going to be a long, long night.
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definitely not old
Aaron Hotchner x Reader
A/N: Did I create an extremely improbable scenario just to suit my need to create another highly improbable scenario? Yes. Do I care that itâs unrealistic? No. Please forgive any typos/ grammatical errors.Â
CW: suggestive content, but not explicit (like 15+?). Use of y/n one time. (Technically this would probably warrant one of those hostile workplace environment seminars like they had for Derek and Penelope. But itâs funny? Idk this isnât serious.) Sassy Hotch. Crack plot tbh.Â
Also I know the timeline doesnât really make sense, because JJ is a profiler and Emily and Rossi exist, but I imagined Season 1 Spencer while writing this! I guess itâs 2005? Btw I do not know how tapes work, so just pretend it makes sense please. This is so unserious.Â
Summary: reader wife and Hotch are private people; the BAU team is nosy. Spencer is just constantly in the right place at the wrong time.Â
Enjoy!
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The screen in front of you depicted horror - just not the kind the BAU was used to. The UnSub had confessed to leaving a message in an old tape. He had already been arrested, but you were all hoping it might contain something that might help the conviction stick. Only he was extremely paranoid, so not only had he left the message in a code, but he had spliced it into a tape he thought people were least likely to watch. His p***. It was the last thing to do for the case and everyone was trying to help. You all sit at the round table, and Spencer shifts in his seat, clearly uncomfortable. Derek laughs at his shyness and Emily laughs at the very unrealistic movements. She and JJ tilt their heads at the shape the two on the screen have put themselves into.Â
âThat does not look comfortableâ, JJ mocks.Â
The words are out of your mouth before you think. âTrust me itâs notâ.Â
Everyone at the table snaps their heads to look at you.Â
âDamn Mamaâ, Derek laughs. âWho are you doing these moves with?â
You try to hold back a laugh. You were not ready to share about your sex life with your colleagues, no matter how close you were. Plus youâre pretty sure Aaron would not appreciate it.Â
âThat is inappropriate workplace conversationâ, you say, pausing the video. âAnd youâre going to miss the next series of codeâ, you tell him, trying to get him to revert his attention back to the video. Emily grins at your attempted evasion.
âWe already got all the code. She just doesnât want us to tell Hotch sheâs capable of all that. Doesnât want to make the old man feel badâ.
âHeâs not old. Heâs only 5 years older than youâ, you remind her. She puts a hand on her chest in mock offense like youâve stabbed her. You roll your eyes. âAnd this is still inappropriateâ.
âSo it wasnât Hotchâ, Derek laughs.Â
âYouâre just annoyed because you havenât tried it yourselfâ, you deflect, moving to sit next to Spencer who seems to actually be doing his job.Â
âIâve seen her do yoga and sheâs very flexible, so if she couldnât do it I donât think you canâ, JJ tells Morgan.Â
âOh you have no idea what Iâm capable ofâ, he teases, which earns laughs from around the table. âIâm better than the old man for sureâ. They all start laughing and talking about you and Hotch.Â
You roll your eyes. âWasnât old in bed last nightâ, you mutter under your breath. You startle at the sound of a book hitting the floor and see Spencerâs bright red face. JJ, Derek and Emily look over in curiosity at what they might have missed, but you ignore them, attempting to give Spencer an apology for making him uncomfortable. He moves to drink his coffee in an attempt to avoid more of the conversation. Only he chokes on it because Hotch enters the room.Â
âHave you finished working out the code?â
Everyoneâs heads snap to him - JJ, Emily and Derek wearing matching grins. Hotch eyes you patting a coughing Spencerâs back.
âAre you alright?â, he asks.Â
âYes! Good! Iâm good!â, Spencer squeaks, afraid Hotch is going to ask him why heâs so nervous. Aaron looks to you for some answers but before you can tell him itâs nothing, Spencer suddenly stands up.
âGot the code! Going to call the local PD. DA is waitingâ, he warbles before you all watch him run out of the room. Hotch turns back to the rest of you.Â
âWell then that wraps it up. Go home now, get some restâ, he instructs. Everyone starts packing up. You and Hotch walk towards the door when he realises thereâs only 6 of you in the room.Â
âWhereâs Dave?â, he asks.
Youâre about to tell him Rossi went to the bathroom when the Italian walks back in. Rossi immediately notes the paused video.
âWow that looks uncomfortableâ, he remarks. Everyone smirks in your direction. Hotch snakes an arm around your waist and looks at the screen. Then at you.Â
âIt was, wasnât it?â
He smiles at the jaws dropping to the floor.Â
âGood night everyoneâ.
âââââââââ
A little bonus scene:
In his office later:
âYou heard us talking before you came in the room didnât youâ, you question your husband. He was so private, he wouldnât have said something like that otherwise.Â
âThey called me oldâ, Aaron grumbles, but his tone is amused. âJust wanted to shock them a littleâ.
You make your way over to his side of the desk, pulling him to stand up beside you.Â
âWell Agent Hotchner, I have to tell you, thereâs been some speculation about your performanceâ, you taunt. âCare to prove them wrong?â
âLast night wasnât enough proof?â, he laughs raising an eyebrow. You run your hands up his chest and behind his neck, pulling him close.Â
âThe results were inconclusiveâ, you tease. He grabs your hips and traps you between himself and his desk, his mouth trailing kisses down your jaw.Â
âWell I canât have that kind of speculation going aroundâ, he murmurs into your skin. Your breath hitches from the sensation of his lips on the sensitive spot on your neck. But instead of continuing, he pulls away and meets your eyes in a conspiratorial grin. âWe should do an in house evaluation as soon as possibleâ.
You open your mouth to reply when the door swings open, Spencer finding you sandwiched between Hotchâs thighs and your blouse rumpled. His mouth drops open and suddenly all 187 iq points mean nothing when his brain loses function.
âOh- I- um- sorry!â, he manages before running away. You stare at the slammed door then back at Aaron and burst into giggles. He drops his head to your shoulders and sighs.Â
âI feel like a teenagerâ, he groans.
âAt least you donât feel old.â
âââââââââ
Bonus bonus:Â
Still in the conference room:Â
âI want to go back to 10 minutes ago when I didnât know this informationâ, Emily moans.Â
âI think I need 5 more minutes before I can form a coherent thoughtâ, JJ laughs in disbelief. Spencer walks back in.
âI finished my report. Whereâs Hotch and y/n? Can we go home?â
âProbably doing it in his office for all we knowâ, Derek mutters.
Spencerâs brows furrow in confusion. âDoing what in his office?â
Rossi raises an eyebrow at Emily. âIs this kid serious?â
She shrugs back at him.Â
âSpence, Hotch says we can go home. But you should probably report about what local PD told you before you goâ, JJ tells him.
Spencer nods and makes his way to Hotchâs office. The rest of the team watch him walk away.
âYou think we should have told him to knock before going in?â
âProbably.â
The sound of a high pitch yelp and the slam of an office door echo down the hallway.Â
âOops.â
ââââââ
thank you for reading :)
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