#Flower Box Dubai

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The Allure of REN Gift & Flowers’ Signature Flower Boxes: A Perfect Blend of Elegance and Sophistication

When it comes to gifting, the presentation is just as important as the gift itself. At REN Gift & Flowers, we understand that a beautifully presented gift can leave a lasting impression, which is why we take pride in our Signature Flower Boxes—a product that embodies luxury, elegance, and thoughtful design.

What Makes Our Flower Boxes Special?

Our Signature Flower Boxes are more than just a container for flowers; they are a carefully crafted experience. Each box is designed with meticulous attention to detail, combining the freshness of handpicked flowers with a stylish and modern aesthetic. The result is a gift that is not only beautiful but also meaningful, conveying emotions in a way that words often cannot.

Elegant Design Meets Practicality

The design of our flower boxes is a harmonious blend of form and function. The sleek, minimalist exterior is available in various colors and finishes, allowing you to choose the perfect box that suits the occasion or the recipient’s taste. Inside, the flowers are carefully arranged to ensure they stay fresh and vibrant, making them the centerpiece of any room.

The sturdy construction of the box also means that it can be repurposed long after the flowers have bloomed. Whether used for storage, decoration, or as a keepsake, our flower boxes are designed to be cherished and remembered.

A Personalized Touch

At REN Gift & Flowers, we believe that every gift should tell a story. That’s why we offer customization options for our flower boxes. From selecting the type of flowers to adding a personalized message, our team works closely with you to create a gift that is uniquely yours. Whether it’s a romantic gesture, a thank you gift, or a corporate present, our Signature Flower Boxes can be tailored to perfectly match the sentiment behind the gift.

Ideal for Any Occasion

One of the reasons our Signature Flower Boxes have become so popular is their versatility. They are perfect for a wide range of occasions—from birthdays and anniversaries to weddings and corporate events. Their timeless design and luxurious feel make them an ideal choice for anyone looking to make a statement with their gift.

The REN Gift & Flowers Difference

What sets our flower boxes apart is the quality of the flowers we use. We source only the freshest, highest-quality blooms, ensuring that every box is filled with flowers that are as vibrant and fragrant as they are beautiful. Our florists are experts in their craft, meticulously arranging each flower to create a harmonious and visually stunning composition.

But it’s not just about the flowers—it’s about the entire experience. From the moment you order to the moment the gift is delivered, we are committed to providing exceptional service. Our team goes above and beyond to ensure that every detail is perfect, so you can feel confident that your gift will be as special as the occasion it celebrates.

Conclusion

If you’re looking for a gift that combines beauty, elegance, and a personal touch, look no further than REN Gift & Flowers’ Signature Flower Boxes. These luxurious, stylish boxes are more than just a gift—they are a symbol of thoughtfulness and care, designed to create lasting memories. Whether for a loved one, a friend, or a business associate, our flower boxes are the perfect way to show you care.

Visit our boutique or explore our online store to discover the full range of Signature Flower Boxes and find the perfect gift for your next special occasion. At REN Gift & Flowers, we’re here to help you celebrate life’s moments with style and grace.

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(via Admirable - Charlotte Flowers & Sweets)

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Forever Roses: A Symbol of Eternal Love and Luxury

Flowers have always been a timeless symbol of love, care, and affection. But what if you could preserve this beauty for years to come? Forever Roses from Rosarium are not just flowers; they are exquisite works of art designed to captivate the eye and warm the heart for years.

What Are Forever Roses?

Forever Roses are real roses that have undergone a special preservation process to maintain their natural beauty and freshness for an extended period. Unlike regular roses, which wither within days, Forever Roses can last for years without wilting, making them a perfect symbol of eternal love and lasting memories.

The Preservation Process

The secret behind the longevity of Forever Roses lies in their unique preservation process. Each rose is carefully harvested at its peak bloom and treated with a non-toxic, plant-based solution that replaces the sap and moisture in the petals. This process halts the natural aging process, allowing the rose to retain its vibrant color, soft texture, and natural appearance for years.

Why Choose Forever Roses?

Long-Lasting Beauty: Unlike fresh roses, which typically last about a week, Forever Roses can maintain their beauty for up to three years or even longer with proper care.

Low Maintenance: These roses require no water, sunlight, or special care. Simply keep them in their protective dome or display them as they are, and they will continue to look stunning.

A Meaningful Gift: Forever Roses are the perfect gift for special occasions like anniversaries, weddings, or birthdays. They symbolize enduring love, commitment, and the timeless nature of true emotions.

Elegance and Luxury: Available in various colors and arrangements, Forever Roses exude elegance and sophistication. Whether displayed in a glass dome, a luxurious box, or as part of a larger floral arrangement, they make a striking statement in any setting.

How to Care for Your Forever Roses

While Forever Roses are low-maintenance, there are a few simple steps you can take to ensure they remain beautiful:

Avoid direct sunlight: Place them in a cool, dry place away from direct sunlight to prevent fading.

Keep them dust-free: Gently dust the petals with a soft brush or cloth to maintain their pristine appearance.

Avoid touching the petals: Excessive handling can cause the petals to become damaged, so it's best to admire them from a distance.

Conclusion

Forever Roses from Rosarium are more than just flowers; they are a lasting symbol of luxury, love, and beauty. Whether you're looking for a meaningful gift or a stunning centerpiece for your home, these preserved roses offer a unique way to express your feelings and create memories that will last a lifetime. Embrace the elegance and timelessness of Forever Roses, and let them be a constant reminder of the enduring beauty in your life.

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Giftdubaionline | Indulge in Easter Delights with Chocolates, Eggs, and Gift Boxes in Dubai

Introduction

Welcome to Giftdubaionline, your premier destination for Easter delights in Dubai. As Easter approaches, delight your loved ones with our exquisite selection of chocolates, eggs, and gift boxes. Join us as we explore the delightful offerings available to make your Easter celebrations memorable.

Easter Chocolate in Dubai

Indulge in the finest Easter chocolates in Dubai at Giftdubaionline. Our collection features a wide range of decadent chocolates in festive shapes and flavors, handcrafted by skilled chocolatiers. Whether you're craving milk, dark, or white chocolate, our Easter chocolates in Dubai are sure to satisfy your sweet tooth and add a touch of luxury to your celebrations.

Easter Eggs in Dubai

No Easter celebration is complete without Easter eggs, and at Giftdubaionline, we offer a delightful assortment of Easter eggs in Dubai. From classic chocolate eggs to beautifully decorated ones, our Easter eggs are a must-have for every Easter basket. Treat yourself and your loved ones to the sweetness of Easter with our delectable Easter eggs in Dubai.

Easter Gift Box in Dubai

Elevate your Easter festivities with our charming Easter gift box in Dubai. Our curated collection features a variety of delightful treats and surprises, carefully packaged to bring smiles to your loved ones' faces. From gourmet chocolates to festive decorations, our Easter gift boxes in Dubai are sure to spread joy and cheer.

Conclusion

Celebrate Easter in style with Giftdubaionline. From indulgent chocolates to delightful eggs and charming gift boxes, we have everything you need to make your Easter celebrations extra special. Order now and let us help you spread joy and sweetness to your loved ones in Dubai with our exquisite Easter treats.

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Trinkets

Five presents Jason brought you back from his adventures and one you asked for. (+ one) ~1.2k words of fluff

Jason Todd brings you home gifts from his missions, which wouldn't be a problem, but he never really explains what they are.

The first time it happened, you had laughed at the green ring with a lantern symbol in the middle. It looked cheesy, like one of the fake ones you can buy from the superhero merch stores littered around malls and outlets.

You'd kissed his cheek in thanks, put it on your shelf, and never gave it a second thought.

At least you didn't, until a bright green glow woke you up from your sleep. You'd sat up immediately, jaw practically dropping to the sheets as the ring lifted itself off your shelf and flew out the window.

Jason barely budged, his arm still thrown over your waist. He let out yawn and cuddled closer before speaking, voice groggy and heavy, "Huh. Didn't think they noticed that one was gone."

"They," You half yell, voice pitching as you stare at his outline, hidden in the shadows of the room.

"The Guardians, babe," he yawns out, "They're in charge of the space cops. Just go back to sleep."

Naturally, you do not go back to sleep. You drag him to the kitchen, make tea, and demand he explains why a Green Lantern ring was in your apartment. (He's very happy to)

The second time it happens, you're much more wary of the gift he brings home. But to be fair, he can't really pass off an Amazonian steel sword as something he just picked up.

It doesn't take as much convincing as it should for you to let him mount it on your wall. But it's a sword! No one can blame you for thinking it looks cool in your living room.

It turns out keeping it around is pretty useful, because a few weeks later, your boyfriend crawls through your window, dressed head to toe in armor.

"Hey, doll," he drawls, "Can I borrow your sword?"

"Sure," You chirp back, more preoccupied with your book as he saunters over to the sword, "what for?"

"Artie's got confiscated, and we haven't gotten to steal it back yet," he supplies, stopping long enough to pull his helmet up and kiss your head.

"Oh, that sucks," You answer, offhandedly, "Give her and Bizzaro my love."

"You got it, babe," he chirps already halfway out your window.

He does bring your sword back, covered in green blood, but no worse for wear. It still looks great on your wall.

He brings you a box next. It's kind of ugly looking, but you thank him nonetheless.

"Be careful with it," he tells you as you flip it over in your hands, "It opens boom tubes."

You almost drop it, and if you hadn't already experienced the power ring, you would have shrieked at him. Instead, you manage to put it down very carefully and calmly ask, "It does what?"

"Open boom tubes," he answers, which clears absolutely nothing up, "I figured we could use it to country hop for our next date night. You know, dinner in Paris, drinks in Dubai, dessert in LA."

"Okay," You answer slowly, as if that makes complete sense.

It turns out, it does. Date night is lovely, and making out with your boyfriend on a random beach in Spain is very, very nice.

Batman waiting in your apartment to take back the boom box isn't so nice, though.

Jason tells you it was worth it. He's absolutely right.

The third thing Jason brings you is a plant. Flowers aren't a rare show of affection from him, but ones that move are.

"Uh, thank you, Jason," You start, prodding at the moving petals, they nuzzle your fingers the same way a kitten would, "But I don't know how to take care of these."

"Same way you take care of any other plant, water, fertilizer, nutrients, all that fun stuff," he says fondly, stroking a few of the petals.

"What if it gets sick," You ask, uncertain.

"We'll call Ivy," he says, unbothered.

"Right. Ivy. Poison Ivy. Who you know," You mumble, but the little plant is already worming its way into your heart. (You affectionately name it Daisy, for no other reason then it sways happily when you say that name)

The fourth thing Jason brings you makes you laugh because you know exactly what it is, "Jason, we can't keep this."

"Why not," he pleads, shaking the bright green quiver filled with arrows at you.

You giggled harder, smiling wide as you shake your head at him, "We don't even know what those do. Don't some of those explode?"

"So what," he huffs, practically pouting, "We can ask Roy. And it's not like I don't know my way around explosives."

"I guess so," You relent, trying to stifle your laughs as you inspect the bright green arrows, "How did you even get this?"

His eyes light up mischievously, "Do you really want to know?"

You stop short and narrow your eyes at him, "I would lose my plausible deniability."

"But you wanna know," he says, sly and playful.

You do. (It involves mutated chickens, tar, and one distracted Oliver Queen. You hang the quiver next to the sword)

Jason's getting ready to leave, bags packed and helmet lazy held under his arm, "Can I bring you back anything specific, doll" he asks, his free hand resting comfortably against your cheek, "Lasso of Truth? Maybe something with magic?"

You grin at him, leaning into his touch, "I actually do have something in mind."

"Oh," he prompts, eyes glinting with excitement.

"I want to complete my batarang collection."

He falters, "Your– what?"

"No one has," You exclaim, pulling away to showcase your collection, "I have Nightwings, Batgirls, Batmans, yours, of course, one of Robin's. But I'm missing Spoilers, Batwomans, Signals, and Red Robins."

He blinks at you, "That's– if that's what you want."

You giggle at how dumbfounded he looks, practically bouncing back over to him to kiss him, "Thank you, Jason."

He catches your waist and pulls you back in for another, longer kiss that leaves you both breathless and panting. His voice lowers, like it's a secret, "I'll bring you back some batarangs. See you in a few days?"

"See you in a few days," You echo, and he winks at you as he tugs on his helmet, leaving out your window.

Sure enough, you get your batarangs when he gets home. It takes some convincing, a few kisses that leave you senseless, but you get Jason to help you mount your batarang collection alongside the sword and quiver.

"I should get you a plasma rifle next," he drawls, admiring your growing wall of weapons.

"I think I'd fall over if I tried to shoot one of those," You point out, all smiles.

"I'll teach you," he tells you, hooking an arm around your waist to draw you closer.

Jason's a man of his word, and sure enough, he brings you home a plasma cannon after his next mission.

You only destroy most of the shooting range in the batcave when he lets you try it out.

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LIFE | jhs

pairing: military!hobi x f. reader (ft. namjoon)

genre: slow burn ; tension ; converse high trope / smut, tiny fluff

word count: 8.6k

summary: hoseok has always had a secret thing for you and once he learns you're single, he doesn't waste time and knocks on your door. 

pinterest board: life / playlist: listen / taglist: join / discord: join

warnings: mutual pining, hobi is a feet guy, mentions of a partner giving you a cold shoulder and silent treatment, strong tension, praise kink, petting, nipple play, oral sex (f. receiving), overstimulation, slight dd/lg, raw and rough sex, size kink.

note: SHE'S BACK. HOSEOKSLUNA IS BACCKKKKKKKK. HELLO, MY BABIES. I MISSED YOU ALLLLL SOOOO MUCH AND I MISSED WRITING SO MUCH THAT THIS IS SOMETHING I WROTE IN MY YEARNING TOWARDS THE END OF MY HIATUS. fuck, this is way too hot. and i, again, had to take breaks to do something :D actually, i was inspired to write this at 4 am when i landed in my country after my vacation in dubai and got the weverse notification from hobi. :) yep. he ruined me, destroyed me, and i had to start writing. ENJOY THIS FILTHHHHHH. i missed writing abt dd/lg, too.... hehe. let me know what you think. and if you mayhappsss want part two? I LOVE YOU, MY BABIES. MWAH.

Hoseok, at your doorstep bringing in the moonlight before the midnight hour, was not something you quite expected to see when you heard the bell ring. You were lounging around on your couch, clothed in your new silky pajamas that you bought to heal your wounded heart a little, along with a peachy Korean face mask, a banana vape and a vanilla candle that you lit up as soon as you exited the shower. The creamy white sheet is what you were still wearing on the planes on your face when you stood there, taken aback because the man, clad in his military uniform, was certainly not your friend that visited you often. 

Hoseok was a mutual friend. A friend of your best friend Karina… and a friend of your now ex-boyfriend Namjoon. A friend that hated your guts—a friend that could not stand you. 

A friend that would let his eyes linger a little while longer on you upon seeing you on regular night outs and then ignore you for the rest of the event. A friend that would lock his gaze on your intertwined hand with Namjoon’s before narrowing it and scoffing in a private way that you invariably saw through. 

You weren’t stupid. You knew what his deal was—it’s only that you couldn’t do anything about it. You were Namjoon’s for eight wonderful months that were splotchy with the depth of poetry. Words from his heart that would give your life meaning, keep your head up above the surface. You needed those words as you spent your whole girlhood drowning in the sea of FOMO, rowing your arms through the waves of life that never got you anywhere. Seeing the little beauty of day and night of Seoul with your friends paled in comparison with what Namjoon showed you. You always believed that your life would begin with a man by your side—you prayed for it, you waited for it and it became reality. 

But it was not the reality that your body sought in the long run. 

Yes, the sex was great. Significant to your mental development, especially to your female one as you truly did become a woman in his hands, letting the lush girlish version of you die in his palms. As well as the museums, the hikes, the dinner dates that let you in on the complexity of Namjoon’s intellect that you found so profound and full of beauty. 

But as you nearly reached a year with him, your body began to seek more. The flowers beyond the box of your relationship with him—and you knew that those petals carried the scent of Hoseok. 

He liked you. You saw it in the extremity of his purposeful ignorance towards you, in the forced hatefulness he put across, and in the distance he set as a boundary. You saw it, too, in the way he would entertain other women in the bars and glance at you every now and then to make sure you’re seeing what he wants you to see. And it excited you, his interest in you that he kept at bay. 

It was a forbidden fruit that you smelt and smelt, but could never bite into—and it drove you insane. And when he got enlisted in the military, it drove you off a cliff. 

Missing him made you search for him. Not in Namjoon, but in other men. Privately, in your soul. And it cost you your relationship. 

Namjoon was a jealous, possessive man. He would fight with you if you looked at a guy for a beat longer than is necessary and if a half of a smile crept up upon the corner of your lips, he would give you the cold shoulder. An action that cut through you deep enough to make you bleed and you had to put a stop to it. 

You thought talking to him about it like an adult would straighten the road you were walking upon, but like the intelligent man Namjoon is—he knew that what he was giving to you was no longer what you needed. He threw it back at you, using the poetry of his words, and all you could do was be honest with him. Nod your head, tell him he was right, that you were seeking something more. And what surprised you was that Namjoon wasn’t willing to go the extra mile. 

He didn’t consider it. Didn’t mention it. 

He nodded his head, too. And you parted your ways as friends who loved each other and lived an artistic life together. 

And at that moment, a door to your mind opened and Hoseok stepped in. Made a bed, fluffed the pillows, and rested. 

It seems now he has awoken. Rang your doorbell, bashed his fist against the wood and narrowed his eyes at you in his normal fashion. 

An action that weaves a rhythm into that flat, bruised heart of yours. 

His military jacket is slung over his arm. His two black dog tags, hung by a silver chain around his long neck, rattles as the breath of the fresh, autumn evening breezes past, scattering goosebumps along your chocolate-buttered skin. You notice, within the brief silence while you look at each other and exchange words long overdue, that his hair is way shorter. Not buzzed anymore like Namjoon showed you on Hoseok’s first day in the military six months ago, but tousled and sticking out in different directions as if he raked his fingers through the strands a million times over. Your own itch, wrapped around your vape, his beauty heightened by his evident newly-gained manliness washing over you like an icy stream of water. 

You shiver, blaming it internally on the wind, and not on the lightness of the attraction that you feel sinking beneath your skin, overpowering you. 

And that small movement of your body propels Hoseok to speak, at last. 

“I come home to find you single,” he scoffs, his voice deep and raspy, marked possibly by his job in the military. And you feel it marking you just the same, opening windows in the house of your body for that wind to blow in and exhilarate you, help you breathe. “He’s drunk out of his mind, crawling on Jungkook’s lap and you’re here. In your pajamas with a fucking face mask on.” 

Briefly, you furrow your brows, not understanding the meaning of his words. Is he bashing you for not crying your heart out? Or is he bashing his brother for doing whatever it was. Your heart turns halfway, painfully. Those days are gone—those you spent in bed while that broken muscle wept while your body used that time to repose from all the stress it went through, being in an environment it grew out of. 

You sigh, weary of the recollection of that peculiar pain, and show no sight of the turbulence happening within you. “Jungkook must be happy about that.” 

Hoseok chuckles, humorlessly. A chilling noise that erects your bare nipples beneath your pajama button down. Awkwardness slinks down your sternum and you shift your weight on your other foot as Hoseok deepens his gaze down on you. 

Tension settles between you and you use it. You use it, wholeheartedly, as you should have all those months ago. The only thing you ever took advantage of were the touches Namjoon graced your skin with. You’d grab his hand, while Hoseok watched, and bring it underneath the table. Part your mouth, pretending he was touching a sensitive, private place while he was merely drifting his fingers along your thigh. Hoseok would gulp, but he would keep his gaze locked on yours, very much like he’s doing now. It’s the only form of intimate interaction you ever had, save for the heated debates about different things you two did not have in common. 

All else remained hidden in the silence shared between you. 

And it no longer shall. 

If he came all the way here, unannounced, then you shall let fate, one that is enamored with your body, have her way in your life. 

“If you came here to talk about him, then I’m not interested,” you say, letting go of the door and slipping off your face mask, ignoring the hurtful pinpricks along the perimeters of your heart. “If you came here for me, then the door is open.” 

And with that bravery, you pivot on your heel and walk back into the living room, not expecting him to follow you and not expecting him to walk away. You let fate do her thing, and you begin to tap in the essence of the peachy face mask into your skin with quick, gentle slaps. 

You toss the sheet, along with the packaging, into the trash, your hair clipped away from your face whooshing around you with your movement. Kicking off your slides, you hear them bump into something stable, and when you turn around to seek that strange sound, you see Hoseok standing by your armchair near your couch. 

So he did come here for you. You tremble in a different manner, filled with sparks of excitement, and, turning around to sit on the couch, you flush, smiling happily to yourself. 

But all those feelings turn to dust when Hobi kneels by the edge of your couch and fixes your home slippers. Aligns them rightly in front of you so you can comfortably slide your feet into them once you get up. 

Your stomach drops and your fingertips tingle, all of your nerve endings set on blazing fire by that one act of service. 

The first kind thing he’s ever done for you. 

He throws his military jacket over the backrest of the armchair, where he nestles himself. Legs spread, elbows propped on his knees. His long dog tag chain swings back and forth in the sudden, atypical calmness of the atmosphere that you cannot adapt to fully. Not when your mind creates an image of that chain hanging over your face, your neck and your chest when you’re bare and ready for him, laying on your back, all for him to take. 

You bite your lip, tracing the band of your sleep sock with your fingers, and Hoseok’s eyes fall to it. You quickly lift them, sheepish. Distract your mind by opening a package of eye patches and placing them on your dark circles that just won’t leave. His gaze skims over each motion, studying it, wordlessly, and you can’t take it anymore. 

You can’t be the only one who’s brave this evening. 

You take a puff of your vape, inhaling its sweetness, and stare right back at him. A smile, a foolish girlish smile quivers upon your lips. One that you dislike because you did grow out of it, but it seems as though the more you swallow the intensity of his shadowed, violent sea-charged energy, the more you transform back into that little girl you were. 

And the process soaks your panties. 

So much is said in the silence, always has been, but you can’t stand it anymore. 

“You should start talking before I go to bed,” you bite, willing your smile to flatten, and Hoseok kneads his hands. His knuckles bear a faint memory of yellow bruises, veiny and strong as they are, and for a moment you wonder how far his ferocity reaches. 

He showed you little of it. You know he’s capable of doing things that would change you for all eternity, give you a new form that would not wither with age. 

And you yearn for it. Have yearned for it all those months without knowing that was the thing your body sought. The thing Namjoon could never give you. 

Violence. Roughness. The licks of an outraged sea. 

You’re a witness to it sloshing in the pools of his darkened eyes as he chews the provocation you uttered his way. And you can bet he likes the taste. 

“Did he break your heart?” he asks amidst the banana-flavored smoke, his knuckles whitening for a split second as he clenches his fist before relaxing—as if the thought of Namjoon breaking your heart angers him. 

It rouses you, and the way your chest lifts with each breath stimulates your stiffened nipples. The candlelight sways, casting shadows on his worn features, and you’d much rather sit on them than talk about your ex. 

“Did you not hear what I said?” you spit, throwing your vape on the cushion of your couch. Hoseok’s façade splits as he smirks, dropping his gaze for a moment before lifting it back to you. 

He leans back, slouching in the chair. “Answer the question.” 

The sedatedness of his tone stuns you. Your heart begins to thump as well as the bundle of nerves between your folded legs. It has been too long since you had your release. Months upon months. And you’re too weak to not get carried away by these new feelings you’ve shamefully forgotten about. 

The veins from his knuckles travel all the way back to his arms and your brain empties out. Too, too fucking long. You should’ve fooled around with every guy you found attractive, use them for orgasms, make the best of your womanly years, but instead you dwelled at home—in and out of your misery. And now, now it feels as though you’re a virgin, alone for the first time with an older man that enlivens your body. 

And you might as well give him what he asks of you. 

Sucking on your vape for a puff of bravery, you don’t blink as you stare at him through the smoke. You elongate your legs, placing them on the coffee table next to him, your toes facing his outstretched knee, and his eyes, once again, plummet to them. 

“He didn’t break my heart, I broke his,” you say, your words shrouded by that white mist curling out of your mouth, and you watch as his eyes widen en route to yours. 

He didn’t expect that. 

Something about that satisfies you. Selfishly. 

Hoseok runs the pad of his finger across his bottom lip, his head tilted to the side a little bit. “It was about time you did.” 

The searing heat that rushes forward in your cheeks forces your gaze away from him, begs you to look away, but you don’t. A bead of perspiration trickles down your cleavage, one that is visible to him as you couldn’t be bothered to do all the buttons after your shower. But Hoseok’s eyes don’t flick to it. No, he can’t miss this. He can’t miss the gravity of the moment, of the spoken confirmation of the fact that what went on between the two of you for so long is real. You squeeze your thighs together, the thumping in between unbearable, and the longer you bask in his brave words, in the masculinity of his initiative, the more your own poetry begins to rise in you.

If it drags, it’s not meant for you. If it’s fast, it couldn’t wait to meet you. 

And Hoseok notices. It is only when you let out a little, barely hearable sigh that his eyes do travel down to scrutinize your bodily reaction. To your nipples poking through, the shine of your sweat in between your bare breasts, to the friction you’re rubbing—the miniscule grinding movements that you make in order to alleviate yourself of the ache of desperation that you feel. And because you’re baring yourself out for him, he does the unthinkable. 

He lets you see his true face, his façade collapsing at his big, sock-clad feet. 

Hoseok lifts his hips, hides behind the pretense that he’s just making himself more comfortable, but in reality he did it to turn your attention to his lower region. His length, semi-hard yet still long, stands out, protruding from the camo of his pants and you’re hot, hot all over. 

The thumping worsens—and you need him, all of him, to make it better. 

Perceiving that he’s succeeded in his strategy by the way you just won’t stop ogling him, he blushes and hides it, in vain, with outstretched fingers spread across his face. As if he was doing his signature idol move. It’s a riveting sight to behold, a seemingly cold person growing warm from you gaping at that private part of him. 

And you want more. You want to see more places of his body that are flushed. And you want it now. 

“It was about time you and I talked alone, don’t you think?” you ask, following on from his previous statement. All that pining, those stolen glances, that distance—all that tension advances forward now, stronger than ever.

Hoseok can feel it, too. At your words, his manhood grows harder and his breathing quickens. He tries to stabilize it, but he fails. He fails even when he returns to his original position with his elbows propped on his knees. That chain of his swings with more momentum, teasing you, and you place your legs even closer towards him, and upon witnessing the light flash in his eyes, you realize that you teased him right back. 

The man likes feet.

You draw in a sharp breath when he fists both of your feet in one hand, brushing his thumb over the tips of your toes. The first touch in this lifetime, the first time upon your new virgin body, so intimate, private; he might as well have wrapped a blanket around them with how warm his hand is, secure and trustful. Goosebumps flood your skin, bringing in the iciness that you felt when you took in his beauty against the background of the trees and the moonlight. And its beams must be stitched around his fingers because daintiness clasps you close, the notion that you’re taken care of, in good hands, descending upon you like the most delicate feather tickling you, and you let it—you let it consume you. 

And you let his following question consume you just as much. 

“Were you in love with him?” 

It’s a question you never had the bravery to ask yourself in the two months you’ve been single, but it is here and you welcome it. You hear it whisper to you the hint of your answer and your body is smart enough, capable enough to figure it out. 

No need for long nights of overthinking. 

No need for long hours of listening to your heart crack.

“No, I was used to him—that’s different,” you hush out and the moon lowers herself, spilling through your windows, bathing you in a milky light that feels as welcoming, as right as your confession. And maybe, just maybe it’s the way the shining stream submerges in your neediness that drives you to be bratty. And briefly, before you do, you ponder over the fact how in your life shared with this person drives, moves forward. There’s never a still time—and you find that mesmerizing. Enough for you to simply brood in greed. “What’s it to you?” 

Hoseok flinches. Parts his mouth. His chain rattles and his fingers squeeze the balls of your feet, coaxing a hum out of you that is immediately silenced by his sudden outburst. 

“What’s it to me?” 

There it is. Another plot point. Your heart hammers. 

Hoseok lets go of your feet and you lament the absence. Stands up and towers over you, the moonshine soaking him in divine light that causes your breath to hitch in your throat. A faint layer of sweat has coasted along his hairline and settled there—and you long to swim in his bodily fluids. In the persona of his, in the tumultuous sea of the tension locked within him. 

“You’re genuinely asking me this question?” he pressures, lifting your legs in order to step in between them, and the unthinkable visits you once again. He props his hands on either side of your head and those two dog tags swing in your face. 

A wet patch forms in the center of your pajamas. Your breath mirrors his—hasty, deep and strained—and you can’t take it anymore. 

How far into this road of bravery until the moon averts its opaque eyes away from your sin? 

You arch your spine, hook your fingers on his dog tags and pull him a little closer. Breathe his air, breathe in his masculine, musky scent that intoxicates your senses to the point that there is absolutely nothing stopping you from getting dragged in the natural flow of this situation. 

“Yes, Hoseok. What’s it to you?” 

He pants. Glides, delicately, his fingers along your arm until he winds up at your small fist, clutching it in his as if it was his. And that warmth, you want to dip your head in it. 

“I had to watch you sit in that chair and not crack a smile. Sit next to him like an obedient girl, not allowed to speak. To me,” he grunts, tightening his lips, and that anger of his seeps into you, becoming yours. “He didn’t deserve you. You’re not a pretty toy. You’re a person.” 

He straightens but, panicking, you draw him right back by that chain. “Don’t fucking walk away from me.” 

He seethes and you feel your essence trickling down your thigh. That sea, inching forward, you whimper. And then he spreads that warmth over the crown of your head, rubbing your hairline just once with his thumb before he peels off your eye patches that you have forgotten about. 

And this is when your brows curl. This is the time that says there’s no going back. 

“I talked to you. We fought, don’t you remember?” 

He sweeps that digit over that soaked dark circle of yours underneath your eye. “What do you think would’ve happened to you if I talked to you nicely?” 

Cold shoulder. Uncomfortable time of forced aloneness, filled with the abyss of guilt that you had done something wrong. A toy that didn’t move its lifeless limbs right by his will. 

“I’ve known him for far longer than you. I know how he treats those he thinks he loves. I brushed it away with the others, but with you… I couldn’t. You were so full of life that was stuck in you because of him. Because he didn’t let you let it out. And I can’t forgive him for that.” 

What life? The one you searched for all your girlhood, the one Namjoon molded with his own hands until it no longer recognized the once-familiar lines of his palm? The one that yearned for Hoseok instead? 

A film of tears clouds your eyes and as hard as you try to blink them away, they linger, pooling at your waterline like sea foam. You need your vape, you need him inside you—you can’t face the mirror of the reality of that unfair treatment. 

How blind you were; how Hoseok has become that guiding stick. 

“Don’t forgive him,” you utter, grasping his chain tighter, drawing him even closer, making his breath tremble. The first tear that pours out leaks into the print of his thumb and at the sound of your soft cry, Hoseok topples. Kneels on the couch with your legs on either side of him and you pull, you pull him closer. 

“Do you want me?” he asks—a foolish, foolish question. Presses his forehead against yours, cups your face with both hands now while his back shakes and you touch it, you drag your fingernails down those prominent muscles. And he sighs, so desperately, so tenderly. “Do you want me to let out that life in you?” 

“Yes,” you whisper, sliding your hands underneath his black shirt, scratching the lowest part of his warm, warm waist before hooking your fingers on the waistband of his pants. It’s his—it always belonged to him. “Take me. Here.” 

He brushes his nose against yours, your breath and his singular. “You’re so feisty.” Lips nearly touch yours and your lungs give out on you, your air coming out in pathetic staccatos that make him growl, subduedly. Muscles rigid, bundle of nerves devoutly pulsing. Please, please. “But no.” 

The world implodes, the mocking shimmer of that planetary light gushing through—hand in hand with sobriety. 

But Hoseok, the prince of the unthinkable, dips your head back into that darkness. Lifts you by your armpits and sets you down on his lap, his hard length against your core uprearing your need for release. 

A hand sailing down your neck, your sternum, acknowledging itself with your respiration. “Don’t give it to me that easily.” 

Your own cages him there, right at the apex of the fleshiness of your breasts. “Jebal, Hobi.” 

Please, Hobi. You drive, in his fashion, your hips forward—ever so slightly. His eyes round at the mellow variation of his name wandering out of your mouth and wrapping around his neck, as if the gentleness you give him pains him, transforms into a noose around his vocal cords and he can’t speak. 

He sighs, the noise melting into a soft, low-pitched moan. “Don’t beg me,” he croaks out, so terribly strung out. “I’m-I’m—”

You lengthen your spine, closing your mouth over that one spot on the side of his throat that you can reach, silencing him. He doesn’t need to speak—you’re fine with the tacit language of his hands. And the taste of his skin, that fucking warmth dissolving upon your tongue, you can’t help but to moan just the same against him like that, rocking your hips awfully, awfully slowly, driving him to the point of madness that he stood at the edge of for so long. 

“I want you to touch me,” you murmur, tugging his hand lower to the first done button of your silky shirt and it’s him who hooks his fingers over that fabric now. You lick a stripe across the thick vein of his throat, grinding a little harder when you hear him suck in a pained breath. “I want you to feel that life in me and know it’s yours. Jebal, Hoseokie.” 

He grunts, ripping you away from him. You expect his eyes to be narrowed in that typical manner of his, but they’re not. They’re soft, round and glossy, looking down at you, unblinking. A face you’ve never seen before, that feels too, too significant—and you’re not sure if you deserve to get a load of it. Of his pinkish cheeks and downturned mouth, of his fingers agonizingly sluggishly undoing the first button of your shirt. 

Of his sentimentality that you never thought he was so efficient at. 

The sea that has remotely stilled—but you’re still riding the lenient waves, your torso curving with each button popping off as he engraves his warmth into your cold, cold skin. And once he reaches the very last one, he stops. Holds your shirt together, squishing your breasts, waiting for you to lift your head out of the sea water. 

And you do. 

He inches forward, grazing his lips against yours, making you feebly cry out. 

“Did you cry for him?” 

Your cry prolongs, vexation splattering over your arousal, and you’ve had enough of it. You flick your eyes between his, drawing back, flattening your lips in that anger of his that seems to be still flowing in you somewhere. No more, no more Namjoon; no more talk of your past relationship. It’s over, it’s over.

“Stop fucking—”

Hoseok doesn’t relent. Sinks his fingers into the roots of your hair at the nape of your neck to make you listen. “Did you cry for him?” 

Your heart wept, but your eyes didn’t. The tear you shed in front of him was the only liquid emotion that spilled out of you since the day of the break up. “No.” 

He blows a heavy breath of relief that oddly validates you—and light opens in your sensitive bosom. “Good girl.” 

And it is now that Hoseok presses his chest, his dog tags against that light of yours and clamps his mouth down on your top lip, hoisting you a tiny bit to sit you right down on his manhood. His strong arm wraps around your back while the other floats down and curls around your bum, growling into the kiss that he deepens. And then he parts your lips with his, slipping his tongue inside, and the dam breaks between your legs—as well as the quick little whines and squeaks that begin to leak out of your mouth and into his. 

The life in you throbs. 

His cock hardens even more underneath you and he pushes your clit against it, his noises and yours growing louder and louder in tandem until he’s breathless, panting so vivaciously that he needs a moment. A moment to focus on the mess he’s created of you, a glowing ball of rosiness, the prettiest of all flowers—and you feel like it, being looked at like that. 

“I knew you were smart,” he coos, peppering feathery kisses upon your cheek, jaw and chin, descending to the base of your neck. You moan out, fisting his shirt below his collarbones, the continuation of his validation for you nesting in your core. “That life in you will always win. No matter what.” 

You believe him—in fact, there’s nothing left for you to do, but to submit, submit and submit. And it feels like entering a dream that is kind, a reality that appears to be a dream, but is better. An existence smeared with clemency, where you can be a little girl again. 

“Touch it, please.” 

Hoseok hums, kissing the cleft between your clavicles. Shifts forward on the couch so you can rest your spine on the backrest, your head against the wall, and he slides his palms upward from your tummy to the apex of your breasts. You whine, torturously, at the contact, and you shudder and double over when he swipes his thumbs over your still stiffened nipples, buzzing shocks of acute pleasure coursing down your body, rooting in your clit that asks for his fingers, his tongue, but he remains where he is. Transfixed, starving, ravaged. 

He kneads your breasts like he kneaded his hands, with overpowering strength that quickens your blood flow, your body submitting to him and flushing like his does. A sliver of skin that your shirt exposes catches his attention—and at the sight of the flesh of your breasts spilling through, his cock twitches, his breath ragged, eyes droopy and so, so drunk. He pinches your nipples, still through that silken fabric, as if he was punishing you for causing him this unfair pain. 

Knead, flick, pinch. Your noises are obnoxious, his heat in you rising and rising, and you can’t take it anymore. The drum in your clit thuds and you push him away, the pleasure too overwhelming, too good and too arousing. 

And he pushes away the fabric, revealing your perky breasts. A glint settles on the edge of his irises and he gives you a coy smile before he smashes his mouth against yours, moving it in a rhythm that reflects the one in your bundle of nerves. And you grind, you grind like your life depends on it, your nipples and your pussy rubbing against him, against his icy dog tags, getting you closer and closer to your orgasm. And you would come like this had he not physically ripped you away from him. 

Heaving, he focuses, all over again, on the ruination he makes of you. The warmth in you flits so invitingly that you have to touch the places he did—your stomach, your sternum, your breasts. And as you do, you watch his gaze darken, you watch him nod his head, and wipe the corner of his mouth clean, catching his drool. 

“You feel it, don’t you?” he rasps, following the invisible traces you left on your body. Your stomach, your sternum, your breasts. “Right here. Life. Beautiful life.” He teases your hardened nub, circling it with the pads of his fingers, sliding it between his knuckles and squeezing, his smile growing with each shudder of your chest, with each response. “It’s time to make you come and let it out, you ready? Let’s take these off.” 

He tugs off your pajama pants, throws it behind his shoulder, examines the large wet stain on your panties that he coos at, raspily, petting it with his thumb—and you’re so turned on that even such faint touch like that brings you pleasure. You hold onto his arms for dear life, depending on him, trembling when the panties and the shirt are next, tossed upon the pile of your pants. 

You’re bare and he’s still fully dressed. Such titillating unfairness that turns you unhinged, maddened by liveliness your body is diffused with. 

Hoseok pins your legs back. Takes one hand and glides his fingers across your entire femininity, soaking them in the dew he has coaxed out of you, moaning gutturally. 

“He never made you wet like this, did he?” he asks, pride dripping out of him like his masculine pheromones, and with his wet fingers he palms himself. “You don’t even have to answer that. I know. I need to taste you, baby.” 

You don’t even get to fill a lungful of the stuffed, vanilla-scented air and he dives in, keeping your legs glued to your shoulders as he seizes your clit in his mouth, sucking on it briefly before he flattens his tongue all over you. He licks you like a lost man finding an oasis, humming into your heat while he tastes your personal slickness, swallowing everything he sowed. You bang your head on the wall, a numbed pang expanding all throughout your scalp by your claw clip, taking it all, moaning so loudly the whole of Seoul must be hearing you. Even Namjoon in his drunkenness, shameful that he never managed to eat you like this in the eight months you were his to consume. 

Your orgasm inches to you quickly. With half-lidded eyes, you watch the candlelight create sublime, eccentric images on his back. And as if he couldn’t handle the warmth anymore, he peels himself away from you just to take off his shirt, adding it to the pile. He doesn’t let you see his muscular body—he plunges back down, tongue outstretched, flicking the muscle on your swollen clit. He pinches your thigh, your mound, your folds, whimpering onto your flesh, hurrying to close his mouth over you to suck your clit. 

And within that divine suction, you come apart. The beautiful images on his back advance, fluttering on his smooth skin, and you hold him to yourself. The life in you explodes, saturating him in a dimmed, soft-hued, colorful light that he himself must be sensing because he moans, loudly, sinking his index finger inside your clenching hole. You can’t speak, you can’t breathe—you can only feel, you can only take. Your orgasm continues on, a ceaseless stream of delight untwisting in every part of your body. 

And when he begins to fuck you with that finger of his and hits that good spot, your orgasm melts into another one. And this time, you can’t take it. 

You shake so vivaciously that you fall off the edge of the couch, but he catches you. Hoseok unclips your hair and lays you down, propping your hips on the armrest instead and when he bends at the waist and opens his mouth, you scream out your disagreement, pushing him away. 

He blinks at you, mouth sopping wet. “I wasn’t finished.” 

Your oxygen is stuck in your throat, one that gets bespeckled with the beads of your dew. “Hoseokie—”

He traces it, wiping it off, holding you there. Presses his hard, clothed length against your bare pussy, rocking slowly, casting a private, affection-filled shadow with the arch of his body over yours. Hoseok kisses you once, a nasty kiss perfumed with your tangy scent, and you cry out. 

“The fact you can’t take the bare minimum personally offends me. He had you all to himself and he didn’t do his job well,” he mutters, squeezing your throat once. Drags his wet hand down your sternum, grasping a hold of both of your breasts, clenching them until they flush, again, like him. 

There it is, the saltiness of his sea. You yearn for the physical principle of it coating your tongue—for his cum to trickle out of the tip of it like your dew is off of his. And his words, his anger towards his best friend because of you—it heals you in a way you could never heal yourself. Another person seeing you and telling you that you deserve better, it is the most pristine form of remedy there is and you splutter on the whole beauty and compassion of it all, too weak to accept it at once. 

“That’s right,” you agree, as enthusiastically as your dopeness allows you, smiling lopsidedly, heart pounding. “Go slow on me.”

He croons, squeezing his eyes. “My little girl.” 

He buries his face in your neck, kissing you there, and along with the life in you—your heart explodes, too. The finality of your detransformation. Tears of joy ache in the corners of your eyes, the rawness of human fulfillment housing in you for all eternity. 

He kisses his way down to your breasts. “I’ll go slow on you,” he promises, darting out his tongue and flicking it over your nub, making you tremble. He straightens and dances his fingers along your thighs—up to your knees. “Do you want to stop here?” 

You shake your head. Place your feet flat on his toned stomach while you feel your dew dribble down your bum. Hoseok smiles, his mouth curving in that way of his that causes your own stomach to drop. He holds your heels, hooking his finger under the band of your socks and yanking them off. 

And his grin blooms at the sight of your dusty-pink toes, an endeared look thawing his eyes. He rubs them like he did at the beginning of this journey, keeps one at his stomach while he lifts the other one to his mouth. 

Your poor heart skips a beat. 

“Do you want me to fuck you like a little girl like you deserves?” 

He kisses the ball of your foot, doesn’t break the eye contact. Watches your mouth part in absolute astonishment and your cheeks deepen in their hue. And when he kisses it again, slower this time, it wakes you up from your stupefaction, and you lower your free foot down to his clothed cock. Hoseok groans, the sound muffled against your tootsie, shutting his eyes at the impact. Your chest flickers with a sense of pride that you made him react like that—and you want it again. You trail your toes across that length of his, but before you could reach the most sensitive part of him, he stops you. 

Sucks in that pained breath of his, red all over. 

“If you keep doing that, I’m gonna come.” 

You mirror him, the idea of being capable of doing that to him pleasuring you. You leak onto the couch. Your blood boils. 

“That’s so hot.” 

He chuckles, anchoring your foot upon his heart, tapping it with your big toe. “It’s because you have my heart.” 

Your body ceases all work, as well as time. Even the candlelight pauses its dance, concentrating its caressing radiance on that chain of his. 

And you don’t think as you scurry onto your knees and embrace him, his dog tags no longer icy. He plants his nose into your hair, inhaling you, sealing you into the hug with both of his arms. Your heart reaches its own towards his and they cling to each other, too. 

And you’re not afraid to reciprocate his feelings—they’re as clear to you as that very luminescence of the vanilla candle. 

“You have me,” you whisper into his ear, his body not quivering but stable, safe. “You have my life. It’s more of a treasure than my heart.” 

He had you the moment he so evidently disapproved of your past relationship. He had you the moment he was curious to see if you were jealous when he was entertaining other women. He had you the moment he purposefully put a distance between you and him because he didn’t want you to get hurt by Namjoon. 

You just didn’t know it yet, not until clarity arose in front of you in the form of his honesty. 

Hoseok kisses your own ear, lingers there. “I want both.” 

“Then, have it.”

And he kisses your forehead. “Thank you. I’ll take care of it.” 

You can see in the ivory mist of his eyes that he means it—and so you tug off his military belt as you begin to pepper kisses down the column of his neck because he deserves it, because he cares for you, because he came to you as soon as he heard that you were single. And when you reach those dog tags, the words of his title imprinting themselves onto the surface of your lips, you clasp his cock in your hand. Too big for your small fist, too warm for you to handle—

“Lay back down.” 

You bite into the flesh right above that first steel pendant while keeping your eyes locked on his. “Yes, Sergeant.” 

Hoseok curses. Wrings a sharp gasp out of you when he pulls on your hair, giving you a nasty kiss full of tongue. “Don’t call me that when I need to be gentle with you,” he scolds, sucking on your bottom lip to make it better and you disintegrate. “Right now I would bend you over this couch and fuck you until Sergeant and Sir was all you knew, but I can’t do that. Not when you’re not used to me yet.” 

Yes, the promise of the sea—you convulse from head to toe, pining after it. 

“I want that so bad.” 

He nods, marking you on your neck. You whimper and he groans in response. “And I’ll give it to you, you just need to be good now. Lay down.” 

You comply, but you take him with you—grabbing him by that chain as you arch your back on the couch. He lets you, grins at you like the utmost sunshine, but that expression of delight breaks when a certain realization dawns upon him. 

“I didn’t bring any condoms.” 

You huff out a soft noise. “Good. I want you to come all over me.” 

Hoseok hangs his head low, sighing, on all fours above you. His chain swings, drawing the memory of this very night on your breasts. He looks up at you from this position, his eyes thin slits that cause you to clench around nothing. 

“I’ll give you a big load.” 

You beam like the purest angel, in spite of the context. “Yes, please.” 

Hoseok rolls his eyes back, his façade cracking, and he beams just the same, his mouth widening in the shape of a heart that moves through you. He kisses you deeply, a long peck that breaks you down into a putty, and when he withdraws, you can still see that smile plastered on his glowing face. 

“Good girl. Such good manners.” 

And with that praise, he sheathes himself inside you. You both gasp in union, entering a paradise no other human will ever witness in the afterlife. He stretches you out, slowly, careful not to hurt you as he waits it out, petting your hair in the meantime. 

“I can feel you stretching around me, fuck. You’re so warm, so tight for me,” he rasps, panting, that smile trembling on his lips as he tries to keep it together. He straightens, pinches your nipple and you feel yourself accommodating him quicker at that sudden electricity of pleasure, at the sight of his toned body and that chain. The shine of sweat, the dance of the candlelight, the width of his shoulders and carmine chest as it heaves in desperate hums and groans. You could come just from that—and the sensation is so dizzying that your eyes droop. Hoseok notices, grappling the crook between your neck and shoulder. “Stay with me, baby, you can take this. I’m gonna make you feel so good and you’re gonna come on this cock.” 

Those hums of his cruise all the way to your mouth as he sinks that encouragement into it, kissing you deeply, pinning your hands back above your head and sliding his fingers into a celestial intertwinement with yours. They throb within you, those words of his, where they disperse all around, helping you believe that you truly can take the whole manliness of him. Your mind spins, the pressure of your shared atmosphere ringing in your ears, and he knows, he knows that you’re ready for him.

“I’m gonna start moving now. Talk to me, baby. Tell me everything you’re feeling as I fuck you,” he murmurs, unsheathing himself a tiny bit before he curls his hips forward and upwards, creating a languid, spine-tingling rhythm that replicates the waves of his sea. They slosh to and fro with every slow stroke and he kisses your good spot with the tip of his cock. Your eyes flutter open and close, rolling like those waves, but you can still see the way his jaw is clenched, his gums on full show as he seethes in his self-control, the flush of his neck and the flexing of his abdomen that you can’t help but to touch in your otherworldly daze. He stares down at you, intensely, narrows his eyelids and furrows his brows when he feels your touch, and you discover that the spot, where his V-lines lead to your antidote, is one of uttermost sensitivity. 

He moans, burying himself deep in you, and stopping there. Mound to mound, soul to soul.

“Fuck, baby, you just know where all my spots are, don’t you?” he asks, his voice so terribly strained, torso doubled over, and you grin. 

“I think I was born already knowing them,” you flirt and Hoseok pounds into you for it—a singular thrust that scrambles all your brain cells. Your smile falls, your brows crunch, your throat utters such whiny noise that he himself grunts at the sound of it, and when you lift yourself onto your elbows to see his length driving in and out of you, he pushes you right down by your throat, kissing you hard enough that it hurts.

And he alleviates the lip lock by licking over your tongue, toying with it—all while he, little by little, picks up the rhythm, fucking into you with a force that coaxes your rawest moans out of you. 

“You can’t handle my tongue and I can’t handle it when you flirt with me,” he scoffs, smacking his mouth as he turns his head, claiming your mouth, claiming you. “God, I wanna destroy you so bad.” 

Your cry is cut out by another savage thrust and you claw at that sensitive spot of his, inciting him to do it again and again. “I’m yours to destroy.” 

He pauses, the crown of his cock teasing the beginning of your heat. Sweat drips down his temple and he runs a hand through his hair, messing it up in a way that makes your heart twitch in absolute sensuality and relish. 

“Say that again.” 

Your breath hitches. “I’m yours to destroy.” 

Hoseok curses, driving into you all the way. You whine out, clenching your fists, feeling every ridge and every vein of his cock glide forwards and backwards along your walls. And by tensing your body and focusing on the delight he’s gracing your body with, the build-up of your orgasm announces its presence.

“Fuck, Hobi, you feel so good,” you cry, gripping his forearms as he begins to hold your waist steady. He jackhammers into you so viciously that your vision scatters with a creamy hue of ivory, moaning in ragged staccatos that influence you so much that you naturally imitate them, fading into him, becoming one. 

“Whose are you?” he growls without interfering with the gracefulness of his sadism, moving back only an inch before slamming back into you, bruising your cervix—and you lose all brain cells, the synapses blanking out. 

But only one thing is clear. 

“I’m yours.” 

And the following snap of his hips drives you out of this world and out of this universe. The gravity keeps your muscles tense, confining your pleasure and the closeness of your orgasm within. The ringing grows in volume and you’re on the cusp. 

Hoseok is, too, because he begins to beg. 

“Please, please, baby. Come for me. I’m so fucking close for you. Please, I’m gonna come all over you.” 

And with a scream that vibrates through the walls of your living room, you comply. Your core grips him, your skin prickles and you levitate—your back arches off the couch, aching to be closer to him, and Hoseok whines. 

Pulls out, straddles you, and fist-fucks his shaft with frantic, frenzied motions. Covers you with ropes and ropes of his cum that ripple on your stomach, your sternum and your breasts as you drift in and out of consciousness. Warm, warm essence of his masculinity that is warmer than the rest of him. 

Blood-hot. 

And you feel as though you deserved every drop. 

Deserved to see the beauty of his orgasm. The flush of his lower regions, especially. The sight you longed to see. 

Hoseok lets go of his manhood, his hand shiny and wet, though he’s still hard, reaching the beginning of your parting lungs with how big he is. Bigger than Namjoon, bigger than anyone you ever dated. Their names wither in your mind, decomposing. And they lose all meaning. 

They cease to exist. 

You’re not his best friend’s ex. You’re not anyone’s ex—

“Look at how little you are,” Hoseok comments, interrupting the surge of your maddened thoughts. He smears the puddle of cum on your stomach that his cock can reach and your pussy flutters in constant motions that ask for him again. “So little under me and all mine, aren’t you?” 

His avowal brings a fresh dose of oxygen into your lungs and you breathe it in. Want to breathe it in for the rest of your life with him. 

But Hoseok doesn’t stop there. Once you agree with him by the nod of your head and a dopey, gratified grin that casts an affirming light on him, he bends over you, his fists on either side of your head. 

“I’ll show you what true possessiveness looks like. The world will burn if it hurts you and if people say one bad word to you, it will be the last one they ever said. But they will talk to you and you will talk to them. You will learn about this life of yours. What it holds, what it looks like. And I’ll be standing beside you and I’ll watch over you. Learn it, live it with you.” 

He rubs your forehead with his thumb in a fond gesture. Looks at you with a mute meaning that touches your heart and crawls inside before he kisses you, relaxes his lips against yours, and kisses you again. 

Again and again. 

Again in the shower. Again in your bed when you’re riding him, tasting the life he let out of you, because you blazed up with desire after you washed his body. And the sex is quiet, smothered with those kisses until your mouth and his is numb. 

And again throughout the years you acknowledge yourself with that life and realize that you understand it more profoundly and clearly in the process of getting to know Hoseok than this world. 

Hoseok is that life. 

And you kiss him and whisper those words onto his mouth when you marry him at the altar, years and years later, connecting your life and his forever. 

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[canirove]

I don’t like you, Mason Mount | Chapter 9

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“Son of a bitch.”

“What did Mason do now?”

“How did you know I was talking about him?”

“I’m your sister, Dani. I know you better than I know myself.”

“And I hate it” I sigh.

“Anyway, what did he do?”

“Tell me that he was going to break up with his girlfriend, and then go on holidays with her.”

“What?”

“Look” I say, showing her my phone. “They just posted photos together on Instagram.”

“Dubai?”

“He is a football player, where else will he go? They all are so predictable.”

“What are you going to do?” Monica asks.

“Nothing.”

“Shouldn’t you text him and ask him for an explanation? A week ago you were making out and he promised you he was going to break up with her.”

“He never promised anything, to be honest” I shrug, trying really hard not to cry.

“Dani…” Monica says, sitting next to me. “He’s hurt you. The least he can do is explain himself.”

“He is an idiot. That’s it, there is nothing to explain.”

“Dani…”

“No” I say, getting up from the sofa and locking myself in my room, feeling like I am the real idiot while I cry my eyes out.

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“This just arrived for you, love” my dad says, giving me a huge bouquet of flowers and a little box.

“Are you sure it is for me?”

“There is a note with your name on it” he shrugs. “Since when do you have a boyfriend?”

“I don’t have a boyfriend, dad” I say, picking the note and opening it. “You got be kidding me.”

“What happened? Who is it?”

“No one. You can throw it all away.”

“What?” he says. “You haven’t even checked the box! What if there is something important on it?”

“If you are so interested, you can open it and keep whatever it is inside it. I don’t want it.”

“But…”

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“Dani… This shit is expensive as hell” my sister says, checking the bracelet that was inside the box. “Are you sure you don’t want it.”

“I want nothing that has to do with Mason. You can keep it. Sell it. I don’t care.”

“Has he texted you or something?”

“And called me, but I haven’t picked up.”

“Why not? Looks like he wants to apologize.”

“I don’t want his apology.”

“Oh, c���mon. At least listen to him. Look at what he got you!”

“If he thinks that by showing off how much money he has, I am going to forgive him, he is very wrong.”

“God, you are so stubborn…”

“If instead of Mason Mount he was any other guy, you would not call me that. You would definitely tell me to stick to my guns and you know it, Monica.”

“I’m not saying it because he is Mason Mount, you idiot!” she says, raising her voice. “I’m saying it because you guys clearly like each other but keep doing everything wrong!”

“Maybe because we aren’t meant to be?”

“That’s stupid. You reconnected again for a reason!”

“Yeah, because of karma.”

“What?”

“I hurt him, now he hurts me.”

“Dani…”

“It’s over, Monica. I don’t want to hear about him ever again” I say, picking up my phone.

“What are you going to do?”

“Unfollow him on Ins… I can’t believe. I can’t fucking believe it!”

“What happened now?”

“Looks like I wasn’t the only one who got a Valentine’s Day gift from Mr. Mount.”

“No way!” my sister says, snatching my phone from my hands.

“He’s playing with me, Monica” I cry. “I played with him, and this is his payback.”

“He isn’t like that…” she whispers.

“You barely know him! You’ve only seen the side he shows in front of the fans, the nice guy! Bu he actually is like this. A resentful dick. Vengeful. And he is on his right to be like this, to be honest” I say, my sobs shaking my whole body.

“Oh, fuck him!” Monica says, sitting next to me. “Fuck Mason Mount and fuck men. As long as we have each other, we don’t need them. I will always be here for you, Dani. Always” she says, hugging me while I cry.

[wolfiemcwolferson]

Hiii :") Salvia (thinking of you)+Piarles, thank you! <3

Hi friend!! As I said, I am working my way through my inbox slowly but surely and I was scrolling and this one stood out to me this morning so I will write it for youuuuuuuuuu. This is from a very very very old post about writing ficlets based on flowers - it's a bit sad, but very hopeful.

The last year has been hard - harder than any other year - which doesn't really make sense. Charles had tried to make a mental category of everything they'd managed to go through together and objectively, this year was one of the lighter ones.

All Charles knows is that his skin feels thinner for some reason and the nights that he and Pierre manage to carve out for each other feel desperate and more necessary than ever. And tonight is one of those nights where he has to cling to Pierre all the tighter, pull him deeper into his body with his heels and beg with his words and his teeth and his hands for Pierre to give him everything.

And he does. Like always. Because Pierre gives him everything. Always. Without question.

But, after...when Charles is half asleep on his chest and comfortable, Pierre is jostling them, "Shit, Cha, I forgot." Charles is glaring at him, ruffled and sore and exhausted, but something in the frantic way Pierre is throwing things from his duffle bag has him sitting up straight, sheets falling away from him body. "Here," Pierre straightens, shaking a little box in the air. Charles can't see his face because it's in shadow, but he can tell from the tone of his voice that he's smiling. "I saw it in Dubai and I thought of you." Charles pulls the bracelet from the box at the same time Pierre knees over to him. It's simple. Tiny braided chain with two pearls on either side of a clue blue stone. "You thought of me?" Charles challenges, "Or you wanted me to wear your color?" Pierre's laughter is overwhelming and he wants to swallow it down, tuck it inside his chest to take out the next time they're on separate continents and Charles feels like the edges of the world are going dull. "Thank you," Charles whispers, pushing up to kiss him. "I love you." Pierre helps him with the clasp of the bracelet, running his thumb over it. "I love you, Charlo."

It's the hardest year of their life, but Pierre thinks of him and he thinks of Pierre and maybe that's enough.

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[calypso-finale]

Fifty Five.

Smiling at Aziel as he ran to Tianna, his little excitement to see my sister is the sweetest “awww TT baby, I missed you so much, look at you” Tianna hugged him so close and the way Aziel is hugging my sister, I know my son missed her “he is thinking she is real, no more facetiming” I said “I have been wanting to see him the most and of course, I mean you” she got up from her position, hugging her “I am so mad you couldn’t come to me” I groaned out “trust me, I wanted to come to Dubai, but when you said like next week, I knew I couldn’t. I am glad you come to me though” moving back from the hug “I mean I wanted you to be the first to know, like when it happened I was like I need to speak to my sister but then I saw the drama you have been in so I was like you know what, she either comes to me or I go to her” I chuckled “shut up, drama my ass. It’s just grown men that don’t know how to act, come Aziel. Don’t help auntie, her suitcase is too big” he was trying to push her case “hey, he is being a gentleman, you can take this bag” she handed him a bag “I might have got TT baby a gift” she winked, Aziel looked contempt that he is holding something, he wanted to be helpful. I sighed out as we turned around to leave the airport “I am dying to know what you want to tell me, but I feel like I know already but I am not going to say because that will ruin the surprise” Aziel held Kayson’ hand, that was cute of him. I think the amount of times I have shouted at Aziel for running off and not holding hands, he does now himself “mhmmmm well shut your mouth, when we get to the car I can say it, I can’t keep it in me anymore” I chucked, she can’t help herself anyways “also, the reunion with you and TT baby is short lived, he is going to his dad’” Tianna pulled a face “mhmmm he would want him right when you could have come to Dubai” I sighed out “trust me, he hasn’t text me for weeks about him, and just when I was looking at flights he text me about him, can I have him for the weekend, and I am like damn. I was going to say no but then he hasn’t seen him in weeks so yeah, but if this is on any other day I would be like nah I am going, sorry” I apologised “not don’t be, it’s fine. I am free to come so it’s only right” Ti is sweet that she came to me.

I think I kind of know what she is going to tell me, because her ass has been in Australia so I kind of know what it will be but I won’t say “how was down under? Was it everything and more” Ti is giggling, she has that new relationship glow “it was” she paused “let’s just say that place is better when you’re with someone you want to be with, like it was so good. Erm, I met his family” I gasped “shut up” I said “yeah, like we aren’t anything and then he just did it. and I don’t know if he did it to see if his family liked me first, but his family are amazing, wow. They are, let’s just say if you want a man, I can get you one. They are a very good looking family, charming too. And me and his mother, we clicked. And then like before I left to come back Dubai we made it official, so you’re the first person I am telling, I have a man” I cooed out “am I really the first?” she nodded her head “I swear” I clapped my hands “Ti! I can see the glow, you are so happy” reaching over and hugging her “I am over the moon, he literally did it at the airport. He was so sweet with it, like he gave me flowers and a chain” moving back from the hug “and he said open it on the plane, well me being me, I opened it when I was in Dubai, it’s this heart necklace, opened the box and it said will you be my girl” I cooed out “that is sweet, I hate you” I laughed “I know right, and guess what” the anticipation “you both had sex?” she shook her head “we haven’t, this is what threw me off. And then I said it to him, I goes I mean you’re a good looking guy, you’re getting it from somewhere, he said no. And like, I think maybe it’s me. Because I gave myself away so much that, I kind of move away from it and he feels it but he doesn’t say a word and I have told him about my feelings and why, he is ok with it. But then next time we will see each other is in America, he is also officially moving there. I also was at his party for that, I have met his whole friends and family” clasping my hands together cooing out “and I said I am telling my sister first” that means a lot to me “I appreciate it, being the first. I am so happy for you, it’s about time you got a man, being a man” she giggled “I know but now it’s the headache of getting back to America, mom is like overseas is where it’s at, see what happens” mom will be hell, especially if Fenty is needed overseas.

I blew out air “you seem so excited to see his home” Ti said “oh, I mean like yeah” I have no words for him “Aziel, don’t take your backpack off, thank you Kayson” he passed me his overnight bag, Ti got out of the car “you don’t need too” I said to her “no, I want to be there for you. I am here now anyways, I need up to date information on what is happening” I chuckled “well if there is a disagreement, then just don’t say a word” Aziel is excited, the way he is running to the door, climbing up the steps “be careful” making my way over, he hasn’t seen his dad in so long so I don’t blame him at all, the door opened. He was about to knock but the door opened, it’s Wyge that opened the door “hey little A” Aziel ran inside, like he ignored that he even spoke to him. Climbing up the steps “hi” I said to him “Rylee” walking into the home “what’s wrong, come here. Go in here” opening the door to the living room, seems a little quiet in this place “in” I said to him, he ran into the room that is just dead, like nothing is going on in this home but my eyes, I catch anything. I peeped the hair ties on the table, I peeped the medication, that is the mini pill, and I know no guy here is having that. It’s not my problem, I don’t care “you guys like handbags?” Ti said, Wyge walked in and laughed “erm, on the weekends maybe” he laughed “ok, so erm, where is he? I am not leaving him with you, no disrespect” Ti stepped back and a little closer to me, and he popped up around Wyge, so he is here “daddy” Aziel ran to him, putting my head down looking away from him “hey, look at you. We both got braids on too, you did this on purpose? You copying me” I mean the least he can do is be positive with Aziel “relax” looking over at him, Aziel is being a boy now, hitting them both but let him, he won’t do that shit with me but he can with them.

Ti looked at me and I just looked at her “you know what, I am thirsty. You, I need a drink. Can you show me to the kitchen?” Ti said to Wyge “erm yeah, ok” it’s so awkward, like I think we are all feeling it “thank you, you are a very tall man” they both walked off, my eyes went to the tablets again, I can’t help myself so there is that but when I looked back over at him, he knows I saw that “erm yeah, just keep your little thing away from him, and I am trusting you to not have your family around him” I said “what little thing?” he said “don’t play dumb, thanks. I want to be cordial for him, I think you have left it long enough to not see him. I know you erm like to have your mother there because of the fact you can’t change a diaper to save your life, but she stays away from him. And also I do want to speak to him at night” Oakley just nodded his head “erm yeah, that’s it” I said to him “least I know mother dearest likes your white girlfriend, she even got posted on Instagram” I laughed, he shook his head looking away from me “she isn’t nothing” I shrugged “do you, it’s fine. Just be a dad” I said, Ti came back into the room “I am doing a music video, I want Aziel to be in it with me, can I” oh he asked permission, that is not like him “why not, you’re his dad too” I said “Rylee will be taking Aziel to LA soon so can you not be difficult” Ti spoke up “ain’t nobody being difficult” he mumbled “and move those tablets, Aziel could swallow them, least you’re making sure she can’t get pregnant” I eyeballed Ti “I ain’t the type to be disrespectful but Rylee can speak if she needs to be, it’s between me and her” Oakley said “and aren’t you the bozo that let her go, your mother is dying to call my nephew a nigga, I won’t have this shit. Remember Rylee has a family behind her, she may be here alone but we are there” Ti needs to relax “leave it” I said to her “leave it? You a straight pussy, don’t ever stop my sister from getting another guy, don’t you harass her too” is she crazy “Ti” I said to her “is this your seasonal like for Rylee? Come next season I am sure you will hate her, don’t chat to me” Oakley said “see, he is a bitch” he is getting pissed “a bitch? You out here barking in my face, you in my place chatting to me, if she wants to speak she can, I will take it from her but you! I ain’t ok, you lowkey a fake too. You mad I said seasonal like for your sister, is that what it is” grabbing Ti “stop, please. Enough! Stop, I am serious. You both upsetting Aziel, just leave it. Oakley just have fun with him, we going” I said “don’t ever bring her to my place again” he said “man fuck you and your racist ass shit, you a whole goofy and a bitch ass. You only good out here in London you pussy ass, you couldn’t even protect your brother and he still got hurt” I placed my hand over Ti mouth “fucking shut up” dragging her out of the house “you keep her out, I am serious Rylee” looking at him as I left, I am shocked he hasn’t said more because I have said things to him about Ti when we was together, Ti really get on my nerves with everything.

As soon as we got in the car “what the fuck was that Ti?” I said to her “everything pissed me off ok, I am sorry but the whole fucking shit pissed me off. The way he has been with you, what you been telling me! How he has been, nah, I am pissed for you. You’re being too kind because you still like him but fuck him, that home is draped in a woman staying there, and he had you in the fucking trenches, he may have took care of you but he didn’t respect you, got you pregnant and did all this shit. He’s a jerk and I am mad how he has been with you. And on top of that he harassed you and then those Insta comments, why he beefing like that” putting my hand up “but I don’t need it ok, I have a son with him. I have a son that talks about his dad to me, that he wants to see his dad, he misses him. He mimicks his dad, I can’t do what you want me to do when I have Aziel. That was uncalled for, let me deal with it, I don’t want him to grow up with arguments, he is growing Ti. It’s happened now so we move on but please, for me. It makes it hard for me” Ti just sighed out “I am just standing by you” smiling at her “and I appreciate that” I get why.

I didn’t expect Ti to do all that, literally felt like I was stuck between them both when it all happened, I thought he was going to say to her the things I’ve said when we would argue, but he didn’t besides calling her a seasonal sister which he did say she was, I just didn’t think she would have kicked off like that but she did it and I can’t be mad because she is upset about what has happened, she is on the phone with her man now so I’m just sat here waiting for her to finish, also she’s telling him about Oakley and I don’t think she should, he doesn’t need to know a thing, lifting my phone up seeing that he has text me.

From: Oakley

U didn’t pack his blanket he’s a little sad now

I sighed out, this is not good because he may or may not sleep without it, blowing out air just thinking.

To: Oakley

Shit! Erm if you have anything soft he will like it don’t tell him it’s his blankie just leave it there and he will take to it

From: Oakley

Cool! I will just give him my LV scarf that’s soft

To: Oakley

👍

Locking my phone looking up at Ti “you done? You gossiping bitch” she shushed me “Taylan is on the phone and he wants to say hi” letting out an oh, she turned the phone to me “hi” I said, Ti is so smitten “hi, Tianna said you’re the sister I need to be on the good side with so I am saying hi” I laughed out “she is cheeky, I’m not that bad but I think once I see you in person I can then judge” I said “oh god, now you’re making me nervous but thought I would say hi, rude not too” nodding my head “that is sweet of you, thank you” Oakley would never “speak soon, bye” she put the phone down “Ti, you know I don’t mind what you both say to each other but don’t say about Oakley” Ti pulled a face “you ain’t getting back with him though?” She said “it’s not the point, he’s still around as always will be because of Aziel, it’s just wrong. Don’t be like saying things about him” my phone pinged again, Oakley again, tapping on the message.

From: Oakley

What u saying about his swimming lessons?

I chuckled, why is he asking me this he can just take him “yeah but I wanted to say it because he’s fucking rude, he is right he is rude” I sighed out “please Ti, I don’t want the drama. I know you’re standing by me but I don’t need the drama” I pointed out “ok” Ti said.

To: Oakley

You can take him, you have him

From: Oakley

But it’s supposed to be u?

To: Oakley

You will be ok don’t worry 🤣 just make sure you have the swimming diapers on

“Would you trust a man like Oakley with taking your child swimming classes?” Looking at Ti “nope” I scoffed texting back, he’s stupid I can’t trust him so she’s right.

To: Oakley

I’ll be there, ten!

I don’t think I will trust him; he needs me to be there at his stupid age “so anyways, forget that” placing my phone down “how is his family? What was it like meeting a family you really didn’t know” I asked “weird Rylee, like it was just so weird. I said I can’t do it, please don’t make me but when I think back to it, he did that to test if I would fit into the family so I felt very happy at that, I felt like he cared a lot to even think that, maybe he wants me for the long run” nodding my head in agreement “I feel like it’s positive, meeting the family is awkward but I think he’s seeing it as like you’re going to be around for a while so it’s time to meet the family” Ti giggled “well like I said at the house, well his house. He’s going to America soon, I want him to meet the family properly so I need you and Aziel to be there, I don’t want to hear that I can’t be there because he wants to see Aziel, this is important to me” she pleaded “I know, I won’t fuck it up for you. I wonder how dad is going to be, well he accepted Oakley eventually so he will accept a guy that is playing football, it’s good. I’m happy for you, he seems like a man that thinks about the future, I was thinking about mom, if she says she needs you overseas, then say to her I will do what is needed here, you can still do what is needed while in America, so she doesn’t need to worry” Ti cooed out “you sure?” Nodding my head “I will do that part, mom likes to be fussy about all that, but she doesn’t need to be when I will be there doing that part” I will do that for her “I appreciate it so much, I will say that to her” I cooed out “do it, so yeah” I stifled out a yawn “tell me about the footballer? You looked so pretty at the club, and those pictures of you and Aziel watching that idiot’ performance, you both looked amazing” I chuckled “thank you but me and the football player is a no, I am just concentrating on me Ti, I need too. My life is drama and I need it to be peace before I ever look at another, it’s fun while it was there but no, and also after he told Rueben why is he with a taken a woman, and causing shit. I think I’ll leave it” I chuckled “what a shit person he is” Ti said, I shrugged, I don’t know what I can say, he is a shit person “I have Aziel birthday coming up, unsure on what to do for him” Ti laughed “LA baby, don’t you dare!” I groaned out, this is clashing now “see what happens, I mean with the birthday thing. I will be there for the meeting of your man” I said.

Walking into the building, I really could have done with sleeping in but he has those classes and I don’t trust Oakley to do anything “come here, stop doing that” seeing Aziel pulling the petals from the plant “hey, stop it. Come” Oakley said to him, Aziel turned around with the handful of petals “mommy” he ran over to me “hey baby, what is this?” He is of course giving this to me “thank you baby, that’s pretty” making sure all the petals are from his hand “you do know it’s you going in the pool with him” I said “really? Isn’t it a parents thing?” I smiled “it’s been just me doing this Oakley, you ain’t been doing it. But you can do this, I’ll be watching, I bought his diapers for the water” walking over to the trash, sticky hands that child has “so me yeah” nodding my head “you told her you are here?” I said “I did” grabbing Aziel hand “well the changing room isn’t mixed so go to your side, is the clothes in there” I said “yeah, yeah. So what do I do?” Taking the bag from him “you will see it, on the left. I am glad you bought shorts, I should have said it yesterday really, come. Why do you have sticky hands” pulling a face, making my hand sticky for what “oh I will see you outside, just wait there. Once I have got him changed” I think he will enjoy it with his dad, Oakley just never fucking does it so this is the first time for him.

Opening the door, Aziel is ready to go in the pool, he is excited. Looking to the side of me and there Oakley stood with his skinny self “what’s funny?” he said, “I am laughing?” I questioned “you just did” I shook my head “just laughing, he is still new to this because like there is some kids that are doing it without their parent in the water, but he is scared even though he is excited. Aziel wait” gripping his hand “put the towel there, I will sit there. Go with dad then, you can meet the lovely white girl that will be helping you” he gave me a sarcastic smile, wasn’t impressed “alright let’s go then” he let go of my hand to go, sitting down on the side. I really could have let Oakley come alone but I didn’t because it is his first time doing this with him, he’s new to it and I didn’t want him to be all stressed out about the thing. Smiling at them both in the pool, oh Aziel is showing out with his dad, I have noticed he loves to punch him, I don’t like the violence he does, I have told him off about it but Oakley takes it and doesn’t tell him off “hey! You got to listen; you listen now. Stop it” he said to him, I think I may could bring it up with him about his birthday, see how it goes really. I did make that stupid comment so that could throw him off and make him question me about things, my own stupid fault and big mouth.

We are such awkward co-parents like I was going to go and leave them now, I said go to the café, feed him and then really he will want a nap after that, not Aziel. He’s got me here with them “so did you enjoy it?” I asked Oakley “erm, it’s different. I didn’t learn how to swim myself until I was like maybe twenty, my dad didn’t do that thing so like yeah. It’s cool, like it’s good you got that bonding session too, like he trusts you and shit, you know” nodding my head “that is good, so you can now do this instead of me?” he laughed “erm yeah, I suppose” he is very much a man with not many words, he is being very quiet “how come you didn’t repeat the things I have said about Ti when she was saying those things to you” he wiped his hand on the napkin “was you ready for me to say something?” he grinned “you said seasonal sister and you made that one so I was waiting” he shook his head “not going to lie, I don’t remember most of the things you said, but you said that to rant to me so I just listened, that really didn’t come to mind when she was saying that shit” that is a good thing “so erm what do you want to do about his birthday?” he looked at Aziel and then me “your sister already said it, you going LA” he got a point “that isn’t setting stone, she was just mad but what exactly would you want to do? Anything” he must want to do something “take him” he shrugged “don’t ask me again, just take him” letting out an oh “I could go a day after?” he shook his head “I will catch him another day” that is not what I want “don’t do this to him Oakley, whatever your problem is” I said “you said you don’t want my family seeing him, so if he isn’t around nobody will pop up and see him, come another day” he is so wrong “being a shit parent is not cool” Oakley laughed “it’s hard to please everyone right” I frowned “Aziel should be your main one dumbass but let me guess, your girl has a hold over you now and you need to please her because she can’t be in the house while he is there” Oakley laughed “not even dating her, the bitch is just there” he rubbed his face “I am asking you again, what do you want to do for his birthday?” I asked again “nothing” I shook my head getting up “I asked, because I know on your face that you do, whatever is stopping you I hope you are happy” walking around to Aziel “I am going now, see you tomorrow when I pick you up” pressing a kiss to his forehead.

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Easy Steps to Order Flowers Online in Dubai: An Ultimate Guide

Ordering flowers online in Dubai has never been easier, and with the convenience of delivery services, you can send a thoughtful gift to loved ones in just a few clicks. Here's an ultimate guide to help you through the process of ordering flowers online, ensuring a smooth and hassle-free experience.

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