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Golden Cufflinks | JJK

▻ Golden Cufflinks ↳ Alpha!Jungkook x Omega!f.Reader ⤜ Best Friend's Fiance, Strangers to True Mates ⤜ A/B/O AU | angst, smut, fluff ⤜ Rating: MA ⤜ WC: 11,742 ⤜ Summary: You’ve never given much thought to finding your true mate, firmly believing it’s something that will happen when it happens. But, when you do find him—thanks to a pair of golden cufflinks—it very well could ruin everything. They say not all’s fair in love and war; you just hadn’t expected your best friend’s wedding to be the battleground. ⚠️ Crass language, talk of designation hierarchy, mild talk of misogynistic practices of the past, confessions of cheating(not by main pairing), anger/arguments, kissing, dick sucking, mild cum intrigue, maybe mild breeding kink if you squint, unprotected v. sex, knotting, lots of slick and cum

Written for @hisunshiine as part of the 2nd Quarter 2023 @bangtanwritershq Awards Season! A/N: Congratualtions, Vanessa. You deserve all the kudos for a job well done during the 2nd Quarter 2023, I hope you enjoy the story!

A special thank you to @downbad4yoongi, @lo1k-diamonds, @moonleeai for the amazing beta services!

Can also be found on: Ao3 | Wattpad

Nerves flutter in your belly as you gather your belongings from the plastic bin at the end of the rolling conveyor belt on the other side of security. As you walk away, your phone buzzes in your pocket, and you have to juggle your purse and jacket to retrieve it.

You feel bad for making Hayun, your best friend for as long as you can remember, wait for a response, but you desperately just want to find your gate and have a seat first. Once you find it and settle in at a chair by the big windows looking out on the tarmac, you thumb to her contact.

“If I didn’t love you so much, I’d probably hate you right now for making me wait so long for a response,” Hayun sasses before her voice softens, “Hello, I love you.”

“Love you, too, girl,” you say, unable to help the smile that tilts your lips up. “Sorry, I’ve been MIA for the last few hours. Things have been hectic. I misplaced my passport this morning, but I finally found it under the bed and then missed the hotel shuttle. I had to call a rideshare, but of course, it took them forever to get through airport traffic, and ugh…” you trail off with a sigh. “I’m sitting down for the first time since I woke up this morning.”

Which was approximately four hours ago at this point. Your flight is set to take off less than an hour from now, so you imagine boarding might start soon. You’re not exaggerating when you say it’s been hectic. It was bad enough waking up at 3 AM, but you’re a chronic planner and stickler for time, so missing your flight was the absolute last thing you wanted to happen.

“Oh, babe, that sucks. I’m glad it’s all worked out, though. I really can’t wait to see you!”

The conversation passes quickly, easing your heart and mind as you catch up on the last twenty-four hours. You haven’t seen Hayun in a handful of years. Her career took her to the other side of the world, and yours kept you where you both grew up. The last time you saw her was through a haze of tears at this very airport when she boarded a plane destined for Seoul, South Korea, where she was adopted from at just two years old.

Visiting each other was always something you both talked about. But, as with most things, life just happens, and eventually, you find yourself making that visit you always talked about for reasons you never considered before—like your best friend tying the knot with a guy you’ve never met.

Sure, you’ve seen pictures of him and have heard him talk in the background of most of the phone calls you’ve exchanged with Hayun over the last few years. But, it was never on your friendship bingo card that the next time you’d find yourself seeing your best friend, it would be her at her wedding.

“I gotta go. They’re about to start boarding.”

“I’ll see you when you land. Can’t wait!”

Hayun disconnects the call, and you gather your belongings to prepare to line up in the boarding queue. It will be a long flight, but seeing Hayun again after so long apart will be worth it.

You fiddle with the bracelet on your left wrist, twisting and pinching at the silver moon charm dangling from the thin chain. Hayun has a matching one. They were presents from your parents on the day you were both recognized with your designations; she was thirteen, and you were fifteen.

The dynamics of Alphas and Omegas have long since changed from what it once was. Legend has it that once upon a time, an Alpha and an Omega were closer to their wolf-kin than how the world is now. Thanks to evolution and science, the only things remaining from that time are the more basic bodily functions—scents, knots, and slick, to sum it up.

The crescent charm on your wrist symbolizes your designation—Omega. But being an Omega doesn’t hold much meaning for you. You don’t feel all that special, and it’s not like you’re rare or any more or less capable than the next person. As it stands, you can see at least a dozen other moons jangling from bracelets, waiting to board the same plane you are.

There are also necklaces, tattoos, and other ways to display a designation scattered around the waiting area. The how of it is mostly regional, sometimes generational. The Beta standing behind you in the queue has a teardrop earring dangling from their left ear, and if it weren’t for the pheromone blockers you took this morning, you might be able to smell their unique scent.

You also have your own smell, a scent that is just you. You’ve been told it’s a sweet, citrusy bouquet like lemonade on a hot summer afternoon. However, also thanks to the blockers, it remains suppressed to the point someone would have to make you bleed or press their nose so firmly against your throat it hurts to smell it.

There really is only one thing that a lot of people are envious of when it comes to an Omega’s designation, and that is that they supposedly have an Alpha true mate out there somewhere that will call to their baser nature. It’s such a rare phenomenon these days that it might as well be part of the legends of old, too.

The bottom line is that no one cares about subgenders anymore; it doesn't matter whether your charm is the Omega crescent, the teardrop of a Beta, or the triskelion denoting an Alpha. In fact, you’re pretty sure you could ask the Beta for their earring and offer them your charm bracelet and no one would bat an eye over it.

Though you’d never do that, considering the chain around your wrist isn’t technically yours. The night after you presented as Omega, when you snuck away with Hayun to lay on a blanket under the stars and moon that was so like the charm hanging from your twin bracelets, you giggled as you exchanged them. Her tiny fingers trembled against your wrist as she secured her silver chain around it. You did the same with your own around hers a second later.

It was that night that you both swore always to be friends. No matter what happened in life or where either of you ended up, you would always remain true to one another. So far, your friendship has been unfailing, a constant thread of comfort and light for you both. No matter how long it’s been, the charm still smells faintly of your best friend—a perk of the charms themselves, holding a token essence of their owners. Hers holds a soft lilac and jasmine scent that you’ve always thought complimented your own citrus notes.

The flight attendant scanning boarding passes beckoning you forward breaks you out of your internal reflections. With a full heart and giddy anticipation curling in your belly, you find your seat and settle in.

It’s a long flight, longer than most flights you’ve taken. But when you finally walk off the plane, make it through customs and immigration, and finally empty into the arrivals terminal of the Incheon Airport, you feel immediate relief, and the hours spent in the air don’t seem so bad.

“Hey, over here!” a familiar voice calls out, catching your attention.

You spin on your heel, confusion setting in for just a moment before it’s replaced by another wave of relief and a little of something warmer. Taehyung, Hayun’s adopted brother, swamps you in a giant bear hug that quite literally sweeps you off of your feet.

“Wow, hey. This is a surprise. What are you doing here? Where’s Hayun?”

Taehyung scrunches up his face, letting out a small scoff. “It’s a good surprise, I hope. Something came up, and she had to meet with the wedding planner and caterer at the last minute. She called me and asked if I could pick you up.”

“Oh, okay. Yeah,” you confirm with a smile. “Good surprise.”

It’s no secret that you’ve always been fond of Taehyung. As a baby, you were toddling around with him long before his family adopted Hayun. She ended up being the sister you never knew you needed, even if you were a few years older.

When she moved to Seoul for work, Taehyung ended up being the physical representation that took her place. He flew out a week before you to help her with planning and will stay for a few weeks after you’ve already headed back home. They may have had their differences over the years, but their sibling bond is stronger than petty arguments and rivalries.

“Ready to get on the road? It’s a long drive.”

Hours later, with the rolling countryside and farms dotting the horizon, you discover the fiasco inside your backpack. The bottle of pheromone blockers you packed this morning somehow got shuffled to the bottom of your bag and popped open. The once-powder-filled capsules litter the bottom of your bag, broken open. Pale blue powder coats your things, the mild flower smell of the medicine lingering in the air.

“Fucking hell,” you groan. “Any chance there’s a clinic somewhere between here and where we’re going?”

“Unfortunately, no.” He frowns, drumming his fingers lightly on the steering wheel, making the triskelion signet ring on his index finger glitter in the mid-day sun. “We’d probably have to turn around and head nearly three hours back to get anywhere near a clinic with blockers. I'm told most people don’t use them anymore these days here. Maybe another one of the wedding party might have some you could borrow if you really need them. But, honestly, I don’t see anyone minding if you don’t use them.”

“Most people here don’t use them anymore?”

“Well, yeah, with the progression of equality and things like that. They’re so great here, way more progressive than back home. It’s very common for Omegas to go off of blockers or never even begin them. Laws have been implemented to punish Alphas who can’t control themselves. The responsibility of remaining safe shouldn’t be solely set on the shoulders of the Omega population.”

Talk like that has only recently become popular back home. You’ve heard the speeches and followed the media and the sources, but you suppose after nearly half of your life taking blockers, it just comes naturally to continue to do so.

“Hm, yeah, okay. I guess it’s no big deal, really. As long as you’re sure people won’t mind?”

Taehyung sniffs the air, his nose twitching. “I think you smell great, but just in case not everyone does, if someone says something, then I’ll personally drive all the way back to the city and pick you up some,” Taehyung promises, giving you one of his swoon-worthy smiles.

The crush you once upon a time had on Taehyung threatens to spark anew at the sight of his charming, boxy grin—a grin you would have once done anything to pull from him. But now, it just fills you with warmth and a homey comfort.

You give him a smile of your own. “Deal.”

“Hayun!”

Her squeal of delight when she turns around and catches sight of you echoes through the open space of the dimly lit bar of the bed and breakfast where the wedding is taking place.

It’s a cozy space with rich dark wood accents and royal blue velvet upholstery. Brass gas lamps and light fixtures give the entire lounge an upscale and chic atmosphere that you know is right up Hayun’s alley.

The few hours you had between checking in at the bed and breakfast and meeting Hayun for her very small—just you and one other person—bachelorette party were spent familiarizing yourself with the grounds.

The ceremony will take place in one of the lavish gardens, and the reception will follow in one of the grand dining halls. For a bed and breakfast, it’s far fancier than any you’ve ever been to. It definitely does not have the mom-and-pop feel that you typically associate with the term ‘B&B’.

“You’re here!” she shrills, throwing her arms around your neck.

Her petite form fits just like it always has against yours. Thick black hair, shorter than the last time you saw it, curls around the rounded lines of her cheeks, and her brown eyes are bright and glisten with happy tears. With her bubbly personality and small, wispy frame, she's always reminded you of a fairy.

You sigh, taking a deep breath and savoring your best friend's soft, floral scent. Thanks to the bracelet tinkling around her wrist, it holds the smallest undercurrent of your sweet citrus. Clearly, she’s not taking blockers; the scents are heavy and delightful. “I’ve missed you so much.”

Hayun sucks in a deep breath that mirrors yours. “Wow, babe, you smell good! Finally gone off the blockers, huh?”

“Uh, kind of,” you chuckle, untangling yourself from her arms. “I brought some, but they broke open in my bag at some point.” You shrug. “Tae said it shouldn’t be that big of a deal.”

“Oh, it’s not. Absolutely not,” Hayun agrees, grinning broadly. “I’ve been off them for years and haven’t had a single issue. Come on, let’s have a drink and catch up!”

You settle in at a table, and it’s not long before Eunseo, Hayun’s other guest, joins you. You’ve heard a lot about Eunseo. Much the same way Taehyung took the place of Hayun for you, Eunseo took your place for Hayun. You half expect to feel some sort of friendship jealousy upon meeting Eunseo for the first time, but it doesn’t come. If anything, you’re immediately fond of the young woman.

The evening carries on, Hayun and Eunseo regaling you with tales from working together and their various adventures around Seoul. Eunseo shows genuine interest in your life back home, seeming eager to hear stories of Hayun’s childhood. She shows a particular interest in Taehyung, asking you in no certain terms more than you think is appropriate to share.

“But you’ve seen it, right?” Eunseo asks. Her elbows rest on the table, and her chin is nestled on her clasped hands, her eyes wide and glassy from the countless glasses of wine she’s had. “I bet it’s huge. Am I right?”

“Ugh,” Hayun groans. “Can we not talk about my brother’s dick. Please.” She makes a gagging sound before slurping down the rest of her cocktail and flagging down a passing waiter for another.

You try to wave off the waiter, but he’s turned toward the bar before you can get his attention. If Hayun has much more to drink, you’re not sure she’ll be able to walk down the aisle tomorrow unassisted.

“I’m just curious. It’s a harmless question,” Eunseo pouts. “Ignore her. Tell me. I just have to know.”

You swirl the straw around in your glass of water before giving Eunseo what you hope is a conspiratorial look. “Well—”

“What?! Ew. Are you really about to answer her? Please, dear god, do not tell me you have seen my brother’s penis. If you’ve seen it—fuck, I might actually puke.”

As much as you probably shouldn’t, you laugh, which earns further protests and obscene noises from Hayun.

“Before you interrupted me, I was going to say that maybe Eunseo should ask him herself.”

Hayun howls a protest, sloshing her new cocktail onto the table as she gesticulates a crude hand gesture in your direction. “Do not. I repeat, do not do that, Eunseo!”

The conversation peters off, Hayun losing herself in another cocktail while Eunseo stares dreamily up at the ceiling.

“I think—hiccup—it's bedtime,” Eunseo slurs.

As if right on cue, a familiar face peeks through the entrance to the lounge. You wave Taehyung down, and he comes jogging across the space to your table. His shirt is rumpled with the top few buttons undone, but his eyes are clear, and you know he’ll be a perfect gentleman.

“Are you sure?” you ask him, pitching your voice low.

“I got this, don’t worry. We finished up a few hours ago anyway.”

Taehyung gives you a warm, private smile before turning to Eunseo. “Hey there, beautiful. Let’s get you on to bed, okay?”

“Where’s my savior?” Hayun asks, frowning after her brother escorting Eunseo from the lounge and back through the front lobby.

“Right here,” you tell her, sliding out of your chair and coming around to her side of the table. “Come on, let’s go.”

It takes you more than twice as long as it usually would to get to Hayun’s room. She leans against the wall in the hall as you dig through her pockets in search of her room key. Once you find it tucked between a few stray bills and her ID, you usher her into the room and deposit her onto the bed.

Her fiance has a room on the other side of the grounds, but after the ceremony, they will both be moving into one of the couple’s suites for the night before jet-setting off to Jeju Island for their week-long honeymoon.

“Am I doing the right thing?”

Hayun’s question catches you off guard. You throw a confused look at her over your shoulder as you rummage through her suitcase in search of something for her to sleep in.

“What?”

She sighs as she rolls over, letting her head hang off the edge of the bed so she can look at you upside down. “Marrying Jungkook. It’s a mistake…so why am I doing it?”

“Hayun…what are you talking about? Jungkook is perfect for you. You guys have been dating for five years, and you told me you’ve never been happier. Where’s the mistake in that?”

The sound Hayun makes is akin to something a wounded animal might make. She flops, flailing her arms and legs like a child throwing a fit.

“That’s the thing, though! I’m happy, but I don’t love him. Oh god,” she cries. “I don’t love him.”

“Hey, hey now.” You abandon the search for sleeping clothes and crawl across the floor until you’re kneeling beside the bed. Smoothing your hand across her forehead, you ask, “Where is all this coming from?”

“He thinks I’m his true mate,” she whispers. The tears leaking from her eyes slide up her face, wetting the edges of her eyebrows before sliding over her forehead and disappearing into her hair. “But I know he’s not mine.”

“Wh—wait, what?” You push up from the floor and move onto the bed, gathering your best friend’s head into your lap so she’s no longer hanging upside down off the side of the bed.

She hiccups a sob, lips trembling as she explains, “He says I’m his true mate, that he knows because of my scent. But he doesn’t smell special to me…how is that possible?”

“Hayun, I don’t—”

“I cheated on him,” she whimpers in confession, cutting off what were going to be your soothing words of affirmation. They sour on your tongue, refusing to be released now.

Your stomach churns at her admittance. “You what?”

“You have every right to judge me. I’m a terrible person. But, when he told me I was his true mate…I panicked. I had to be sure I wasn’t broken, that me not finding his scent special wasn’t just something wrong with me.” Hayun blinks rapidly, trying to clear the tears as they begin to come in earnest. She clutches at the front of her shirt, hand fisting over her heart. “So, I slept with two Alphas that I work with to see if it was any different. I had to be sure. I had to know.”

“Hayun, I-I-I don’t…I’m not—”

“I’m such a fucking mess,” she sobs, curling in on you and pressing her face against your stomach. “I don’t deserve him. I only said yes to marrying him because I don’t want to be alone forever. I can’t be like you. I need someone.”

Her words sting, causing you to flinch involuntarily. You watch as she falls apart in your lap, ultimately giving in to her grief. It’s on the tip of your tongue to call her out on her childish behavior, to set the record straight about your own love life, and to leave her to her wallowing. But…the shaking of her shoulders and soft whines from her remind you so much of a younger and more fragile Hayun—the Hayun of your shared childhoods.

“Shh, it’s okay. It’s going to be okay.” No matter how you might feel about her actions and the hurtful words she’s spilled, you hate to see your best friend so distraught and broken. “Hey, look at me.”

You wait until her watery eyes peel away from your shirt and meet yours. “Tell me you hate me; it’s okay.”

“Hayun, I don’t hate you. I could never hate you. You made…a mistake, that’s all. You were trying to figure things out. But…Hayun, you…you have to tell him.”

She frowns up at you, her expression sobering. “Tell him?”

“He’s about to marry you, Hayun. That’s a big freaking deal…you have to tell him tomorrow morning before anything else happens.”

The laugh that bubbles from her lips is anything but humorous. “I-I can’t do that! He’ll hate me. He’ll call the wedding off!” She shoves out of your lap and stares at you like you’ve lost your mind.

“If Jungkook truly loves you and says you’re his true mate, I don’t see that happening. But, he deserves to know. You have to know that. Either you tell him now, or he finds out years from now, and then it’ll be so much worse,” you try to reason with her.

“He doesn’t have to know!” she whisper-yells, her tears turning from sad to angry in an instant.

You shake your head, unable to believe what you’re hearing from her. “This isn’t right, Hayun. You can’t go into a marriage with someone with secrets like that!”

“It’s not like it’ll happen again. I’m not going to cheat on him while we’re married. Please,” she begs, her face once more softening into saddened anguish. “I don’t want to lose him.”

“He deserves to know, Hayun,” you whisper, remembering your own keen sting of betrayal from many years ago. There is a reason you don’t date much. “You say it won’t happen again?” you ask, trying to buy yourself some time to process everything Hayun just told you.

Her silence is deafening, and you think she’s about to not answer you the way you hope, but, finally, she murmurs, “No. Never. I swear it.”

“Okay. Okay, good. But, he still needs to know.”

Just because you’ve never actually met Jungkook, it doesn’t mean you don’t care for him. He’s the one who puts a smile on Hayun’s face when you can’t. He’s the reason she’s as happy as she is…or has been? Now, you’re not so sure. But, what you are certain about is that Hayun is far too drunk right now to know up from down and is just having a moment of raw vulnerability.

“Are you going to tell him?” she asks, voice a hoarse whisper.

You chew your bottom lip for a moment before slowly shaking your head. Thinking about it, even if you didn’t care for Jungkook, he still deserves to know on pure principle. “No. I won’t tell him.” She lets out a soft sigh of relief, which has you tacking on, “Because it’s not my place to tell him, it’s yours.”

“Yeah,” she mumbles. “Okay.” She doesn’t say anything more beyond that, falling into a listless stupor, all of her energy sapped from the quick argument and endless cocktails from the bar.

After you wrestle her out of her clothes and put on a long nightgown, she tucks easily into bed. You leave a glass of water on the bedside table for her, then exit the room and head to your own.

A pang of uncertainty refuses to quell in the pit of your stomach. You toss and turn most of the night, falling into a fitful sleep just before the sun begins to kiss the horizon. It’s going to be a long day…a battle of wills you never saw coming.

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Jungkook

Today is the big day, and Jungkook couldn’t be happier. Nothing could possibly bring him down from the high he’s feeling. Not even the fact that he is unable to find the cufflinks that were passed down to him by his father.

“Did you check the pockets of all your pants?” Jimin, Jungkook’s best friend, asks from where he’s lounging in one of the chairs on the other side of Jungkook’s hotel room.

“Yes,” he mutters, dumping his entire suitcase onto the bed to rifle through it once again. “I remember putting them with the pile of Hayun’s—oh fuck.”

“That’s great,” Taehyung sighs. “So my sister probably has them.” He checks his watch. “We don’t really have time to go on a scavenger hunt through her room. Jimin and I are supposed to meet the photographer to get started on some of the bride and groomsmen shots.”

Jungkook purses his lips and rakes his hands through his hair as he thinks of a solution. “I’d go look myself, but what if I run into Hayun between here and there? She specifically requested that we not see each other until the ceremony.”

Taehyung hums lightly. “I think I have an idea. The other girls don’t meet for pictures until after we’re done. So…yeah…okay…done,” he murmurs, tapping away at his phone screen. “If they’re in Hayun’s things, they’ll be delivered to you soon.”

“Thanks, Taehyung, you’re a lifesaver.”

Minutes later, Jungkook finds himself alone, Taehyung and Jimin having gone to meet with the photographer. Somewhere out there, beyond the confines of his room, his fiancee is probably smiling and laughing as she poses in front of the camera. If only Jungkook could see through walls. He’d give anything for even just a little glimpse of his bride-to-be.

When Jungkook first met Hayun almost six years ago, he nearly tripped over his own feet trying to track her scent. The meeting he was heading for was instantly forgotten, replaced by a visceral need to discover the source of that titillating aroma that had his hindbrain firing on all cylinders.

Never before had Jungkook experienced something so…primal. It was both alarming and utterly fascinating. Amongst the harsh scents of car exhaust and the warm notes of roasted coffee, Jungkook wove his way through the crowd on the sidewalk to the doors of a little cafe; Hayun was inside, ordering a matcha tea to-go, and the rest was history.

Jungkook sighs, forcing himself to stop daydreaming and fiddling with his shirt's empty cuffs and focus on putting together the rest of his suit.

The scent hits Jungkook a moment before the sound of a soft knock reaches his ears. He’s standing in the ensuite bathroom, mid-skin care routine. Wiping his wet fingers off onto a towel, he draws in a deep breath to confirm the aroma wafting to him from beyond the door of his room.

A roguish smirk quirks up one side of his mouth as he exits the bathroom and moves across the room. Unable to help himself, he opens the door. “Hayun,” he chuckles, fingers wrapping around the doorknob, “I thought we agreed that you…you are not Hayun.” The words tumble from his suddenly numb lips, rasping past his too-dry tongue.

“Umm, no. Not Hayun, sorry. You’re Jungkook?”

The woman standing before him is clearly not his fiancee. The woman’s purple gown is familiar, Jungkook knowing it’s what Hayun chose for her attending party. You’re a friend of Hayun, clearly, yet you smell exactly like Hayun…if Hayun smelled like Hayun times a thousand. The fragrance slams into his olfactory system, and the edges of his vision grow blurry a moment before he shakes his head and steadies himself with a hand on the doorjamb.

“Yeah,” he whispers, voice raspy with his suddenly dry throat. Revelations pounding him right between the eyes, washing through his body and keying right into his most basic of instincts.

Jungkook watches as your nostrils flare, and he knows it’s in that moment that you register his cedar and lavadin scent; the scent that marks him for what—who—he is.

“Jungkook,” you repeat his name, and he wants to howl with delight at how it sounds coming from your lips. “No. You can’t…it’s not—” your voice cuts off a second before you drop the small, black leather box you were holding and turn, disappearing in a flash of violet tulle and silk.

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“Stop! Wait, please!” The shout of your name follows you down the hall, but you’re too focused on getting as far away from him and the feelings threatening to overwhelm you as you can.

“No, no, no,” you chant under your breath as you move as swiftly as the slippered feet will allow you to go without tripping yourself up.

It’s clearly not fast enough. It only takes a few frantic beats of your heart before a firm grip on your elbow draws you to a stumbling halt. The touch is electric, and your skin flushes with goosebumps at the heated contact.

“Don’t run,” Jungkook pants. “Please.”

You wretch your arm from his grip and whirl on him, a sharp remark ready on the tip of your tongue. Only, it dies there, never to be uttered, as your heart thumps violently in response to the look on his face—pure anguish.

Your voice is thread-thin as you finally manage to get words out, “This can’t be happening.”

Jungkook’s brow twitches, his lips tucked between his teeth. His emotions are stark on his face, and the conflict is raw and bare to you. Clearly, he’s warring the same as you, maybe even more so.

“Why do you smell like Hayun?” he asks, his voice soft in contrast to the raging storm you see in his eyes. “Why do you smell more like my true mate than she even does? Is this some wicked, cruel prank?”

You shake your head, intentionally drawing a breath through your mouth in hopes of saving your nose from another assault of his perfect scent. But, instead, his flavor laces over your tongue and slides down your throat to sit like a knot in your belly. You might as well have licked a stripe up his neck for all the good that did.

“I-I don’t know,” you choke out, trying to keep the pool of saliva under your tongue from dripping down your chin.

Jungkook steps closer to you, leading with his nose. He sniffs the air around you and something must not sit well with what he discovers because he rears back and bares his teeth. “Of course,” he mutters as his eyes drop to your left wrist.

Your eyes track his movement as he scoops up your wrist in a loose grip, and you realize it’s the bracelet there that has his attention. Everything clicks into place, and you feel like the faintest breeze could sweep you away with how lightheaded you’re feeling at this moment.

“We traded,” you whisper as if speaking low enough means the admission won’t utterly destroy the world as you know it.

“She’s not my true mate,” he states, voice as low as yours, fevered and quiet. “You are.”

Those words punch you in the chest, nearly taking you to your knees. If it weren’t for the hold Jungkook has on your wrist, you’re sure you’d be in a heap on the floor. As it is, he catches his other arm around your waist as you sway on the spot.

“Y-you shouldn’t.” Your protest is stilted, the words feeling robotic and unnatural as you gingerly press a hand against the arm that’s angled around your ribs. It was your intention to push his touch away, but the most you accomplish is flexing your fingers against the smooth cotton covering his thick bicep.

Somehow, you find yourself back in the room you had fled from just a few minutes ago. Jungkook settled you on the bed and is now pressing a chilled water bottle into your hands.

He kneels before you, headless of putting wrinkles in his black dress slacks. He’s wearing a thin white undershirt, his starched white button-up undone over it. The cuffs of the sleeves flop as he brings his hands into his lap and picks at the edges of his thumbnails.

Your eyes rove the room, catching on the black leather box still sitting on the floor by the door where you dropped it. Inside the box is nestled a pair of golden cufflinks—a pair you now understand have been passed down through the generations of Jeon men.

Absently, you press your thumb to your phone, unlocking it to reveal the text message that has irrevocably changed your life forever.

If you had known Taehyung’s text message requesting help would have led you to where you are right now, you’d probably have ignored it.

Yet, at the same time, if you had, you’d probably have had this revelation with Jungkook in the middle of the ceremony, and it would have caused all sorts of untoward chaos. No, it’s far better that it’s happening now instead of later. Maybe you can get ahead of this and fix it somehow. Though…

“Hey? You okay?” Jungkook interrupts your thoughts. “Fuck, that’s a stupid question. Sorry.”

“Huh? Oh. Umm…yeah. I don’t—what do we do now?” You turn your phone over, finger ghosting over the power button to lock the screen once more.

Jungkook sighs, and you can’t help watching the rise and fall of his shoulders, framing the swell of his defined chest with the action. He’s an exquisite specimen of masculinity, and even if it weren’t for the musky notes of his scent that mark him as your true mate, you’d find him devastatingly attractive.

“We need to tell Hayun. I c-can’t…I can’t marry her. Not when I’ve found—” he cuts off, wincing as his voice breaks. “I should go and find her. Now, before this can go any further. I’m sorry. I’ll, uh, I’ll find you later, okay?”

“Wait,” you call after him. He stops halfway to the door and glances back at you over his shoulder. “Shouldn’t we tell her together?”

Jungkook chews the inside of his cheek a moment, his eyes flicking over your face as he thinks through your suggestion. Slowly, he nods. “Yeah, maybe that’s for the best.”

There is palpable tension between you and Jungkook as you follow behind him out of the main building. He texted Jimin, knowing he’d be the most reliable with his phone on him, asking where the photos were currently taking place.

It only took a few minutes for Jimin to respond that they were almost finished but were currently capturing some group shots on the walking path by the lake on the backside of the property.

You’re vaguely aware of where the lake is located, having given the map of the grounds that was posted on the backside of your room’s door a cursory look the day you arrived. It’s a relatively short distance, yet it feels like miles with the weight of pure dread sitting firmly on your shoulders.

At least it’s not a feeling you’re experiencing alone. Jungkook is right there with you, and you can clearly see the unease in the stiff way his body moves. The tips of his fingers twitch back in your direction every few steps like he’s fighting off the urge to slip them between your own.

The first person you catch sight of is Yoona, the photographer. She’s squatting in the grass, her large DSLR camera held up to her face, as she captures candid moments of Hayun, Taehyung, and Jimin repositioning themselves along the lake's edge.

Your heart squeezes hard at how beautiful Hayun is in her form-fitting silk ivory, off-the-shoulder wedding gown, the lacy bell sleeves fluttering around her hands. Her head is thrown back, the peel of her carefree laughter carrying to you and further crumbling your soul into a million pieces. You ache, not just for the desire to draw closer to your true mate, but for the inevitable aftermath of what is about to happen.

Taehyung is the first to notice you and Jungkook. The smile on his face slowly disappears, replaced by a concerned frown. Hayun catches his expression and follows his line of sight. Her gaze sears into you, and you feel like you might combust into a cloud of ash at any second with the irritation contained in her pretty brown eyes.

“What’s going on?” Hayun exclaims, throwing her hands up in a frustrated manner as she stalks towards you and Jungkook. “It’s not time for your photos yet,” she tells you before her eyes swing to Jungkook. “What happened to not seeing me before the wedding? That was your rule!”

“Hayun, we need to talk.”

“Talk about wh—” she cuts off, her question turning into a gasp. Your wide eyes flick to you. “You told him?”

“What? No!”

Your protest rings out at the same time that Jungkook says, “She’s my true mate.”

A breeze kicks up, sweeping from behind you and tossing errant strands of hair across Hayun’s forehead. You’d give anything for the power to pluck the wind from the air, shove it back…keep it from showering her with yours and Jungkook’s combined scents—a blatant confirmation echoing the words Jungkook just let loose.

Hayun stiffens. Her jaw goes rigid, and her face pales as her nostrils flare. It’s a moment that will be forever written across the band of your friendship. Betrayal flashes through her eyes before morphing into something akin to somber resignation.

“Hayun,” Jungkook begins. “I don’t—we didn’t…I’m sorry. What do we do?” He spreads his hands out in front of himself in a helpless manner.

By this time, Jimin and Taehyung have come up from behind Hayun, faces wary as they take in the scene with growing clarity. You look to Taehyung, hoping he can see the silent plea in your eyes.

“Explain,” Hayun says simply. Despite how collected she seems, you can see the subtle tremble in her hands and the way the muscles in her neck continue to flex and strain as she clenches and grinds her teeth.

Jungkook launches into recounting the events that brought you to his room and broke the proverbial dam. “We—we had no idea. I swear this is the first time we’ve ever met, and gods, the bracelets…” Jungkook trails off, a pained sound rumbling from his chest.

“Is this a joke?” Taehyung asks accusingly, and it’s like a barb to your heart.

“We wouldn’t do that.” Your croaked statement draws Hayun’s attention.

Hayun sniffles, her chin jerking a little higher into the air. “My nose tells me one thing, but my heart tells me another. Did you know about this last night? Is that why you pushed so hard for me to tell him?” The last part is whispered, meant only for you, which hurts even more.

“Hayun, no! You know that’s impossible. I couldn’t have known.”

“Tell me what?” Jungkook asks, having heard despite her whisper, his eyes swiveling between you and Hayun.

You shake your head at him, not wanting to throw further fuel on the fire. “Hayun, please, believe me.”

A pregnant moment full of thick tension passes before it fizzles, and Hayun shakes her head, not in a dismissive fashion but in gentle acceptance. “I believe you,” she tells you. “I guess…I guess there won’t be a wedding in four hours unless you two want…” She trails off, a bittersweet smile tugging at her cherry red painted lips.

Jungkook blanches, wide eyes landing on you. “What? Us? No. I mean, sorry…but—”

Hayun holds up her hand, quelling Jungkook’s flustered response. “I was teasing, Koo, trying to lighten the mood. Um,” she pauses, absently twisting the diamond engagement ring around her finger before slowly slipping it off and closing a fist around it. “Can we talk, though? There’s something I needed to tell you today anyway.”

“Okay,” Jungkook says wearily.

“Tae, do you mind…?” Hayun asks, not even having to fill in the blanks. Her brother instantly steps into his role as protector and savior.

“Don’t worry about anything. I’ll make some phone calls,” Taehyung assures her before grabbing Jimin’s arm and starting back down the walking path.

“I’ll just—” you thumb over your shoulder in the direction Tae and Jimin just disappeared in “—be in my room.”

“Wait,” Hayun calls, pulling your retreat up short. “Come here.” She opens her arms, her hands opening and closing in grabby motions. “Please.”

A sob cracks from your throat as you throw yourself at her, wrapping your arms around her neck. “I’m so sorry, Hayun. I’m so sorry.”

“Hush. None of that. This isn’t anything we could have predicted or stopped from happening. If anything, maybe this is life’s way of getting back at me for what I did to him,” she whispers in your ear. “This is how it’s meant to be.”

Hayun smoothes a hand over your back and releases you. She steps back, using the back of a finger to lift the tears from your cheeks, and gives you a watery smile.

You’re not sure you can speak without completely losing yourself, so you just give her a tight nod and continue back on your way down the path. A part of you wants to hear what she has to say to Jungkook, to be there to soothe any hurts or aches…which is a startling realization that you’d not just tend to Hayun but to Jungkook, too. That internal, visceral part of you yearns to turn on your heel and…protect what’s yours.

It’s an odd revelation to think of Jungkook as yours. Well, yours unless either of you reject the bond. Though, that thought makes your stomach pitch and roil. You have to trail a hand along the wall in the hall leading to your room to keep yourself from curling over your abdomen at just the idea.

Once back in your room, you’re unsure what to do with yourself, so you absently start to gather your belongings and pack them up. Every few minutes, you find yourself pausing to stare at the door, ears pricking at the slightest sound from beyond it.

You’re not sure what you’re expecting. Whether it’s Hayun coming to your room so the two of you can cry together or Jungkook coming to claim y—uh, you shove that thought aside quickly because now is not the time. At. All.

The time for the wedding comes and passes without a single knock on your door nor a text or call on your phone. You’re tempted to go looking. For what, you’re not entirely sure—an answer, maybe, some sort of direction on what you should do now.

Finally, after hours of sitting in silence with just your thoughts for company, a soft knock sounds at your door. The long hem of your dress nearly trips you up in your haste to make it to the door. It swings open, and for some reason, your stomach drops, the flutter of disappointment heavy and unexpected.

“Hey, beautiful,” Taehyung says, his voice soft and full of emotion. “Mind if I come in?”

His necktie is loose, and the top button of his dress shirt is undone. There is a tension in his eyes that wasn’t there earlier. It makes your chest ache.

“Sure,” you say, stepping back and letting him into your room.

Taehyung sighs, perches on the end of your bed, and props his elbows on his knees. His chin rests on an upturned fist, his other hand dangling between his legs, clutching his phone.

He opens his mouth, a single word the only thing coming out, “So.”

“So,” you parrot.

“Hayun wants me to take her home…alone. I’m not sure what all she and Jungkook talked about, but I think they’re at least amicable in agreeing that it would be best if he gave her a few days at home alone before they start the process of separating their lives.” You’re not sure if the bitter tinge in your chest is hurt because Hayun isn’t the one telling you this or because now you have to find your own way to the airport. As if reading your thoughts, Taehyung continues, “I can be back in two days, maybe sooner, depending on traffic. Perhaps they’ll let you extend your stay. If not, I can talk to Jimin—”

“No, Tae, it’s okay. I’ll figure something out. Don’t worry about me. Just take care of Hayun, make sure she’s okay...as okay as she can be, at least. Fuck.” The last word comes out choked, and you gnash your teeth on the inside of your cheek to keep from letting the angry tears out. You have no right to be angry. Hell, you’re not even sure why you’re angry. It just seems like the easiest emotion to feel right now, the only one that doesn’t leave you feeling like your world is slowly imploding.

“Hey,” Taehyung says, bringing one of his big hands up to cup the side of your face. His thumb prods at the swell of your cheek, causing you to release the tension in your jaw. “Hayun isn’t the only one I’m worried about here.”

“I’m fine—I will be fine,” you amend. “I promise. I think I’m just feeling overwhelmed. I’m mad at myself for ruining Hayun’s big day. I can’t believe this is happening at all. This…this just doesn’t happen. This is the kind of shit you read about in books, it’s not supposed to be real life.”

And there it is, you surmise—the truth of the matter. None of what’s happened makes sense. It honestly belongs on the pages of a book or in a movie script, not in your real life. It still feels surreal. If it weren’t for the subtle, lingering ache you instinctively know is associated with finding your true mate but not allowing yourself to fully accept it, you’d think this was all some elaborate party trick or impractical joke.

Taehyung smiles at you, but the unease in his eyes can’t be masked that easily. “I’m not sure what to say or what to do. You’re right. This isn’t a situation I think anyone was prepared for or ever thought possible, actually. But, here we are…and we have to face it the best way we can.” He pauses for a moment, looking thoughtful. “I'll tell you what: I’ll text Jimin—he’s a good guy, I think you’ll enjoy his company—and ask him to meet you in the lounge. Have a few drinks, wind down, and try to relax as best you can.”

“Sure,” you say lamely, trying to muster up at least a little bit of enthusiasm.

“That’s my girl.” Taehyung offers you another smile, this one not so tense. “Here, I have something for you.” He fishes into his pant pocket and produces a familiar thin silver chain, a tiny crescent moon dangling near one end.

The sight has your spine straightening. “Right, of course.” You quickly thumb open the clasp on the bracelet around your wrist, letting it fall from your skin for the first time since you put it on when Hayun gave it to you all those years ago. It never felt right to take it off…not until now.

Taehyung helps you swap the bracelet with the one in his hand. The metal feels cold against your skin and you immediately miss the subtle fragrance of Hayun’s scent clinging to your wrist. Though, you suppose that’s what has gotten you both into this mess to begin with. Taehyung explains in soft words how Jungkook explained to Hayun about the scent mix-up with the bracelets—such a silly, seemingly insignificant thing…the catalyst to spark such a colossal moment.

“I’m going to get on the road with Hayun, but I’ll call you as soon as we get to her place and check in on you, okay?”

Sitting at the bar with Jungkook’s best friend seemed like a good idea when Taehyung first presented it to you. But, at the time, you weren’t connecting the dots that Jimin was Jungkook’s best friend. He was just Jimin, the guy that just so happened also to be part of the wedding party that you had met in passing briefly, but he seemed like a good enough person. Now, however, you feel all the awkward tension radiating right between your shoulder blades, emphasized by the silence lingering between the two of you.

You traded in your lilac dress for jeans and a light silk blouse, canvas slip-ons in place of your slippers, yet no matter how comfortable you know your clothing is, you can’t shake the prickling discomfort eating away at the back of your neck.

“Want another?” Jimin asks, nodding to your mostly watered-down rum and coke. It’s barely late afternoon, and as much as Taehyung’s suggestion of a drink sounded like just what you needed, you’ve found yourself not in the mood to drink after all.

“Um, nah. I’m okay, thanks.”

“Cool. Okay. I’ll be right back.” Jimin drums his fingers on the tabletop and pops his lips before giving you a slight head nod and pushing up from his chair.

You watch as he saunters to the long bar, his crescent moon tattoo on the nape of his neck peeking out from the top of his collar, and props his elbows onto the shiny top. His smile is flirty and casual as the bartender, a beautiful woman with long, inky tresses and fiery red lipstick, sidles up in front of him.

They’re too far away for you to hear their conversation, but her tinkling laughter carries across the space, and you know it might be a while before Jimin returns to your table.

Which you’re okay with. Considering you know you’re not exactly pleasant company right now, you don’t blame him one bit. You glance down at your phone, once again reading the last text message Hayun sent you not too long ago.

Eunseo stopped by the lounge around the same time Jimin showed up. If her smile and lingering hug were any indicator, she clearly had a thing for him. She gave you a small wave goodbye before giving Jimin another hug and heading out. Apparently, she was going to follow Taehyung and Hayun back to Hayun and Jungkook’s place to help Hayun with whatever she needed over the next few days.

Does it hurt that your best friend is relying on someone else, her new best friend? Yes. Do you also understand why? Also, yes, but that doesn’t make the sting hurt any less.

You’re just about to give up and retreat back to your room, which the front desk still hasn’t given you a definitive answer about whether or not your stay can be extended while you wait for Tae, when a shadow falls across your table a second before.

“Do you mind if I sit?” Jungkook asks in a low voice.

He fidgets, threading and unthreading his fingers together while he waits for your answer. The suit he had half on earlier is gone, and in its place is a dark pair of jeans, the knees worn fashionably, and an oversized white graphic t-shirt. Black sneakers peek out from the rounded bottoms of his pant legs.

You clear your throat, forcing your eyes away from his and instead on the glass sitting in a puddle of condensation on the table before you. “Oh, I—uh, I was actually about to go. You’re welcome to the table, though. Jimin was—” You cut off, realizing Jimin is no longer in the lounge at all. “Well, he was here,” you add with a frown.

Jungkook scratches a hand across the back of his neck and gives you a hesitant smile. “Yeah, he texted me. He went…well, that doesn’t matter. Could we, um…can we talk?”

“Yes.” The response is out of your mouth before he even finishes asking. “Please, I think I’d like that,” you say, nodding toward the open seat across from you.

A shaky breath rattles from Jungkook as he eases into the empty seat. “Have you talked to Hayun at all?” he asks after a moment’s hesitation.

“A text message, but that’s all. I’m not sure she wants to talk to me right now.” Needing something to do with your hands, you trace a finger along the edge of the water pooled around the bottom of your glass and use your other to poke more drops on the side of your cup, making them race down to join the growing puddle.

Jungkook nods, his lips pursing thoughtfully. “She told me what happened last night. Her confession.” That draws your attention back to him, and you wait, fingers still on the glass, intent on hearing what he says next. “I thought I’d be angrier finding out the woman I’ve been with for years—the woman I was hours away from marrying—had cheated on me…but I’m not. For the life of me, I’m not mad at her…even though I know I should be.”

“How do you feel?”

Maybe it’s none of your business, but you have to ask.

Blowing out a breath, Jungkook slides one of his hands across the table and, giving you plenty of time to protest or pull away, slowly slides his fingers between yours, effectively joining his hand with yours. It’s the first time hand-holding has felt so intimate yet wholly innocent.

“Relieved, I think,” he finally says. “Grateful, maybe? Hayun was hurt. As she has every right to be, but she said she also felt relief, too. I think, as much as she said she loved me, she was still holding back even in the end.” With a rueful shake of his head, he tacks on, “We were just a disaster waiting to happen, held together only by the thin chain of a bracelet. We would have shattered eventually.”

Jungkook’s eyes drop to where your fingers are entwined with his, trailing up to your wrist to land on the object he just spoke of.

“I’m relieved, too,” you whisper. Your eyes meet his as he glances up, and you’re instantly captivated.

This is the first time you’ve allowed yourself to really study Jungkook. His hair is tousled like he’d been running his hands through it for hours. You suppose he probably had been and wonder if that’s one of his nervous ticks.

The bow of his lips is prominent and draws your eyes. Your gaze lingers on his lips, making small mental notes at everything you see, like the tiny beauty mark under his bottom lip. His straight nose leads you to his expressive eyes, so dark and full of secrets you want to be privy to.

To say Jungkook is handsome would be a gross understatement. You’re not sure if it’s the fact he’s your true mate or just simply a gorgeous being, but he is pleasing to the eyes, that’s for sure.

You mentally kick yourself for thinking such thoughts about your best friend’s almost-husband after everything that has just happened. It’s not in good taste to entertain these thoughts so soon, right? True mate or not.

Yet, you can’t shove those thoughts away completely.

“Where did you go just now?” Jungkook asks, tilting his head and studying you intently.

Not wanting to explain yourself and the thoughts you were just having, you choose to ask him a question instead. “So, what now?”

You’re thankful Jungkook doesn’t push you to answer. He shifts in his seat and withdraws his fingers from between yours.

“I think we start with…” he trails off, a playful smile tugging up the side of his mouth as he holds the hand he pulled back in the air in front of you in offering. “Hi, I’m Jungkook.”

For the first time in what feels like forever, you smile. A laugh escapes you, and you instantly feel a thousand times lighter with that simple action.

As you take his hand back into yours, allowing yourself to truly savor the feel of his skin against yours, you realize that no matter what happens with Hayun or the fact that you live thousands of miles apart from Jungkook…everything is going to be okay and maybe you wouldn’t have ignored Taehyung’s text after all.

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Jungkook, 3 months later

The flight was long but worth it. Jungkook stretches as he climbs out of the Uber he took from the airport. You would have picked him up. In fact, you are supposed to pick him up…just, not until next week. He decided to surprise you by coming early. He hopes you don’t mind.

Time seemed to drag to a near stand-still following that fateful day at the bed and breakfast where he was so sure he’d be joining his life with Hayun’s officially. No one could have anticipated what actually went down that day. But, in the end, he and Hayun parted ways on pleasant terms, and it’s actually thanks to her that he’s here right now, a week early.

Jungkook was worried that with everything that happened, yours and Hayun’s friendship might suffer. But, surprisingly—and thankfully—you guys have been getting on great. Hayun has been looking at work prospects in Thailand but, from what you’ve told Jungkook, is planning to visit you and Taehyung for Christmas.

It’s been three months, and not a day has gone by that Jungkook hasn’t talked to you in some capacity. From the moment he offered to be your ride to the airport, and you agreed, he’s thought about nothing other than getting on a plane and following you. The draw to you is just that strong.

You’ve expressed similar feelings, already having planned a return trip to Seoul next month. Neither Jungkook nor you have really talked about what the future holds or how to even begin to navigate it. But Jungkook hopes that during the week he is here, you can both begin to figure that out.

Giddiness makes his tattooed fingers shake as he reaches out and grasps the brass knocker on your door. He gives it a rap against the thick wood and waits. Jungkook counts the breaths as his anticipation rises. It’s only three and a half exhales before he hears the soft pad of your feet on the other side of the door.

Jungkook can imagine you pressing up onto your tip toes in order to peer through the peephole. He’d pay money to be able to see the look on your face when you see it’s him. Not being able to see your face doesn’t take away from the dopamine rush he gets when the sound of your surprised squeal sounds through the door.

“Jungkook!” Your shout is followed by the frantic sound of you disengaging the locks on your door before you swing it open and launch yourself at him. “What the fuck are you doing here? Oh, my gods! Why didn’t you tell me? You’re here!”

It feels good to laugh, but it feels even better to have you in his arms finally. The brief embrace he shared with you at the airport when he dropped you off was not enough and is what drove him to try and come sooner than planned.

Jungkook savors the warmth of your soft body pressed against his, your arms tight around his neck. Running one of his hands up your spine, he clasps the back of your neck and uses his hold there to angle your head away from his neck so he can look you in the face.

“Surprise,” he whispers. “I couldn’t wait any longer.”

You sigh dreamily, your eyes fluttering closed for a second like you’re savoring the feeling of being in his arms. “Pleasant surprise,” you murmur with a smile on your face.

Jungkook can’t help himself. He wants so badly to know if your smile tastes as good as he thinks it will. The press of his lips against yours causes you to melt against him, a throaty sound escaping around the intrusion of his tongue as he works it between your lips.

“Your taste,” he groans, forcing his mouth away from yours before the allure of you can drive him completely mad. Who is he kidding? He’s already there. “I need more.”

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Those words do something to you.

I need more.

They echo the thoughts you’ve been harboring for the last three months. You’ve ached with those words, desperately willing yourself to be patient and let it happen when it’s meant to happen.

But, fuck, it feels so good to have him in your arms, to have his mouth brushing against yours. He tastes divine, a warm sweetness that compliments the musk of his scent that is slowly wrapping itself around you.

“Take me. Take it all,” you urge, completely baring yourself to him, body, mind, and soul. “I’m yours.”

It’s a frenzy, the frantic discarding of clothing. Your fingers work to free him of his jeans while also helping him with the criss-cross straps of your lounging romper. You don’t care that you’re still standing by your front door, bared down to your underwear. The only thing you’re focusing on now is how Jungkook holds you at arm's length and drinks you in from head to toe.

“You…are…everything.” The way he whispers those words crawls under your skin, rooting itself deep in your being. You feel sexy…desired, and unbelievably empty—your body clenches, the ache deep between your thighs. You’ve never been so turned on from just taking your clothes off before, from whispered words and a heated look.

Jungkook allows you to undress him as slow or as fast as you want. You try to take your time and savor every inch of skin you expose. But, you can barely contain yourself when you get to his jeans, shoving them unceremoniously down his thighs with your eyes locked on the many planes and angles of his toned chest and stomach.

Your fingers ghost over his skin, eliciting goosebumps in their wake as you explore the smooth and lush expanse of his shoulders and down his arms. Without needing to say anything more, he gathers you into his arms and covers your mouth with his once more.

It’s a miracle you make it to your bedroom. But, seeing Jungkook sprawled out on your bed is a sight you’ll never forget, with his lowered lids and bottom lip caught between his teeth. You want to taste every inch of him, from the tips of his ears down to the defined muscles of his calves.

Now, though, your gaze focuses on the front of his tented boxer briefs. The dark grey material has darkened even further, where you can see the distinct outline of the head of his cock. Saliva pools in your mouth.

You crawl on the bed, knees slotting between his, your hands on either side of his hips. With your eyes locked on his, you lean down and mouth gently at the wetness. You moan at the flavor of him, your tongue peeking out to seek more.

“Fuck,” you curse. “You taste so good.”

Jungkook lets out a quick breath. “You can’t say shit like that, baby girl. You’re going to make me lose it.” He flicks his eyes up to the ceiling, his lips moving like he’s sending up a silent prayer, before looking back down at you. “You have maybe three seconds before I can’t hold back any longer and tear that ass up.”

You chuckle softly, pouting out your lips in a faux sullen manner. “Yes, sir.”

That earns a growl from Jungkook that has heat racing down your spine as you hook your fingers into the band of his Calvin Klein’s and pull them down. He lifts his hips, helping you free him from their confines.

His cock stands so pretty before you, the full heft bobbing against his belly, smearing a pearl of precum against his golden skin. You dive in, licking at the sticky mess before taking the tip between your lips and lavishing your tongue over his slit.

Jungkook fists the sheets, a litany of curses falling from his lips. “Please,” he chokes.

You keep your eyes locked on his as you inch your way down his length, your jaw forcing itself wider to accommodate as much of him as you can. The blunt head of his cock presses against the back of your throat. You take a steadying breath in through your nose before forcing yourself a little further until your throat constricts around him and you have to pull back.

The second your mouth leaves his cock, saliva stringing from your lips to his tip, Jungkook grabs you and hauls you up over him. You laugh, loving the heat emanating from his body as yours covers his.

“What are you doing?” you gasp.

His strong hands land on your hips and tangle in the band of your panties. “I need these off. Please. I need you. I want to feel you…be inside you.”

You want that, too, you realize, your body already primed and begging for it. The sweet, fragrant notes of your arousal saturate the air, mixing with Jungkook’s to paint a picture of hedonism and wanton desires.

The rest of your clothes come off, your bra and panties are tossed to the side, leaving you utterly bare to him. Your inner thighs slide like velvet over his hips as you move your body against his until you can feel the press of the head of his cock against your entrance.

You wrap a hand around his base, angling him perfectly. It’s a slow descent into madness, the lowering of your body onto his. His eyes bore into yours, pouring out everything that has been building to this moment, this pinnacle that will forever throttle you onto a different path for your future—with him. You can feel every perfect inch slide along your walls as they adjust and welcome him. It’s like sliding home; he is the perfect fit for your body, filling you completely.

The pace you set, at first, is languid. An easy rise and fall of your hips as you both learn the body of the other. Jungkook’s hands mold around your breasts, his thumbs caressing over the pert points of your nipples.

“You feel so good,” you tell him, emphasizing your words with a generous roll of your hips. “So much better than I imagined.”

“You imagined it often?” he asks, a teasing tone to his words.

With the amount of teasing photos and videos you’ve shared with each other over the last few weeks, he knows you have. You can tell he’s just giving you a hard time. That’s fine, because you can…

Jungkook throws his head back as you arch yours, letting his cock hit that special place inside that has you both seeing stars. “Fuck!” His hands drop to your hips, landing with a satisfying smack. His grip tightens, dimpling the supple flesh around his fingers. “Can I knot you?” he asks with a breathless moan. You’ve never taken an alpha’s knot. The idea has your body pulsing around his, flooding slick onto his pelvis as you continue to roll your hips. “Fuck, baby girl, do you like that idea? You want to take my knot like a good girl?”

You can’t even form a coherent thought, much less answer him. The only thing that comes out of your mouth is a panting keen, your chin jerking up and down as you frantically nod your want.

Jungkook braces his feet against the mattress and uses his grip on your hips as leverage to thrust upward, sending you forward onto your hands. He’s relentless, pounding into you from below to the point your eyes roll back, and you have to squeeze them shut. Tiny pinpricks of light burst behind your lids as your body coils tighter than ever before.

You cry out as he sends you over the edge, your body careening into an unfathomable abyss of pleasure. The sounds coming from around his cock as it pounds into you are slick and obscene, debauched yet wholly satisfying.

“Alpha, need your knot,” you mewl, your lips finding the triskelion tattoo over Jungkook’s left pec muscle. You nibble at it, your teeth sinking softly into the skin.

“Oh, baby, fuck…fuck…Fuuuckkk!” Jungkook shouts, the sound turning into a guttural snarl as his body goes primal.

He seats himself completely inside of you with one final, deliberate thrust, and then you can feel the swell of his knot capture within you. It hurts, your pleasure turning into a moment of pain and panic. You squirm, trying to lift your hips from his, but the clasp of his hands on your body won’t let you go far. You whine, “J-Jungkook.”

“I know, baby girl, I know. Relax. Let your body do what it needs to do.”

It’s like those words unlock some inner Omega part of your brain, and suddenly you feel your body rush with endorphins and dopamine as it accepts the thick jets of his cum now flooding in. Like administering a drug, it’s such a fast transition that you feel lightheaded and giddy, sheepish and almost silly over your moment of panic.

“Gods, that feels so…good.” You wiggle in his arms, gasping as his knot pulls tight. You want more, need more of that feeling��need more of his cum. “More, Alpha, please.”

Jungkook pants, a tired smile on his face. You can feel it when his cock pulses inside you, dribbling even more liquid heat into your body in answer to your plea. “That’s my pretty girl,” Jungkook coos, brushing a hand across your forehead. “You’re so beautiful taking my knot, full of my cum.” He curses softly, reverently, and another gush of heat fills your body. “I’m going to take such good care of you. I swear it.”

You fall into a half-sleep, content and sated as you are. There are no worries about the future, nor the past. You are happy…all thanks to a pair of golden cufflinks.

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A Regret ft. Yujin, Karina, Wonyoung

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"You know what I've been craving lately?" Karina mused, her eyes glinting mischievously at her friends Yujin and Wonyoung. They were lounging in their shared apartment, the walls adorned with posters of their favorite rock bands and the faint smell of incense lingering in the air.

"What's that?" Yujin asked, her curiosity piqued as she glanced up from her phone.

"To lick the sweat off a hot, muscular guy's body," Karina said, her voice dripping with desire.

Wonyoung chuckled, setting down her magazine. "Only you would say something like that out of the blue."

"But seriously," Karina leaned in, her voice a sultry whisper, "Wouldn't that be amazing? The saltiness, the warmth... it's like a forbidden dessert."

Yujin's cheeks flushed a shade darker as she considered the idea. "I've never thought about it that way before."

"Well, I have," Wonyoung confessed, a sly smile playing on her lips. "And I've always wanted to try it."

The three friends looked at each other, their thoughts racing. They had always shared a unique bond, their friendship unshakeable despite their wildly different personalities. Karina was the fearless leader, always eager to explore new boundaries, while Yujin was the more cautious one, preferring to think things through. Wonyoung, the youngest, often found herself caught in the middle, but her adventurous spirit made her a perfect fit for their trio.

"What if we made a pact?" Karina suggested, her eyes lighting up. "We'll travel to America, find the sweatiest, most muscular guys, and live out our fantasies."

The room grew quiet as they contemplated the idea. It was daring, it was risky, but it was also incredibly tempting. They had all heard the rumors about the men in America, particularly the ones who frequented gyms. The thought of their desires becoming reality was intoxicating.

"But guys in gyms are usually... well, not exactly our type," Yujin pointed out, breaking the spell.

"That's where the challenge comes in," Karina said with a wink. "We're not looking for just any guys. We want the ones with the biggest... assets."

Wonyoung's eyes widened. "You mean...?"

"Yes," Karina nodded, her voice growing more excited, "Big, black cocks. We're going to find them and make them ours."

The room was electrified with anticipation. They had always shared their kinks and desires with each other, but this was a step beyond anything they had ever dared to dream.

"But where would we even start?" Wonyoung asked, her voice a mix of excitement and apprehension.

Karina had it all figured out. "We'll start at the gym. It's the perfect place to find guys who are both fit and sweaty. And who knows, we might even get to fulfill our other little fantasy."

Yujin bit her bottom lip, her pulse quickening at the thought. "Double penetration?"

Karina nodded. "Yeah, baby. And not just by any guys. By the biggest, blackest, and sweatiest ones we can find."

Their conversation grew heated, and the three friends knew that there was no turning back. They had set their sights on a wild adventure, and they were going to see it through. Little did they know that their journey would lead them to a fateful encounter with six men named Marcus, Tyronne, Darius, Omari, Amon, and Zubari. These men would change their lives forever, fulfilling desires they had never dared to speak aloud.

The three friends decided to make their fantasy a reality. They packed their bags, booked their flights, and set off to conquer America, one gym at a time. As they stepped into the bustling New York City, their hearts raced with excitement and nerves. The Big Apple was their playground, and they were ready to indulge in the sweetest fruit it had to offer.

Their first evening in the apartment was filled with anticipation. Karina, ever the planner, had found a place that was close to a gym that was known for its diverse and fit clientele. The apartment itself was modern and minimalist, with a single, large bed that they would share for the duration of their stay. It was a small sacrifice for the thrill that awaited them tomorrow.

"Let's go rest up," Karina suggested after they had settled in. "Tomorrow is going to be a big day."

Yujin and Wonyoung nodded in agreement.

The following morning, the sun began to rise, casting a warm glow through the apartment's windows. The trio woke up with a sense of excitement that was palpable in the air. They each picked out their most revealing gym outfits, showcasing their toned bodies and ample curves. Karina went with a neon pink sports bra and tiny shorts that accentuated her voluptuous figure, while Yujin chose a pair of tight black yoga pants and a crop top that highlighted her slender waist. Wonyoung, not to be outdone, wore a skimpy red ensemble that left little to the imagination. They were dressed to impress, each outfit designed to catch the eye of the men they so desired.

As they got ready, they giggled nervously, applying just the right amount of makeup to look both natural and seductive. The scent of their perfumes mingled with the faint aroma of coffee, creating an atmosphere of anticipation. They were about to embark on an adventure that would push their boundaries and fulfill their wildest fantasies.

Finally, dressed and ready, they made their way to the gym. The streets of New York were already bustling with life, but the gym was their destination. Their hearts raced as they stepped through the doors, the thumping bass of the workout music echoing in their ears. They scanned the room, eyes darting from one sweaty, muscular body to the next.

The gym was a veritable buffet of fitness enthusiasts, but it was the six black men that had caught their eye the day before that truly stood out. Marcus, Tyronne, Darius, Omari, Amon, and Zubari were all present, their dark skin glistening with sweat as they pushed their bodies to the limit. The sight of them made the three friends' knees wobble slightly, their stomachs fluttering with a mix of excitement and nerves.

They approached the water fountain, each taking a deep breath before they started their workout. As they hydrated, they couldn't help but feel the heat of the men's gazes on them. They knew they had the power to make their desires come true, and they were going to use it.

The gym was a dance of muscles and sweat, with each machine and weight station filled with grunts and the clank of metal. The women began their workout, subtly positioning themselves near the men they had their sights set on. The tension grew as they stretched and bent, their eyes meeting and holding, the promise of something more hanging in the air.

Marcus, the tallest and most muscular of the group, noticed them first. His eyes locked onto Karina as she bent over to tie her shoe, her ass sticking out in a way that was both innocent and tantalizing. He licked his lips, his eyes filled with a hunger that was unmistakable. The other men followed his gaze, and soon all six were watching the three friends with open interest.

The women continued their workout, their movements growing more sensual with each passing minute. They knew they had the men's attention and they reveled in it, their confidence soaring. The air in the gym grew thick with desire, and it was clear that the game had begun.

Marcus, unable to resist the allure of Karina's voluptuous figure, sauntered over to her, a towel slung low over his hips. His muscles bulged beneath his tight tank top, and his deep-set eyes bore into her as he spoke. "Can we join you?" he asked, his voice a smooth rumble that seemed to vibrate through her very core.

Karina looked up, her heart racing. "Sure," she breathed, her voice a seductive purr. "I'm Zubari," he said with a smile, his teeth gleaming. "And this is my friend Marcus."

While Tyronne and Darius came close to Yujin, they couldn't help but be drawn to her sleek, black hair and piercing gaze. Yujin felt a shiver run down her spine as their muscular forms approached. She had never been so close to such power and masculinity before. Her legs trembled slightly as Tyronne offered her a hand to help her up from the floor, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through her.

"Hey, I'm Tyronne," he said with a grin, his teeth shimmering against his dark skin. He was tall with broad shoulders, his abs rippling as he breathed. Darius followed suit, extending his hand as well. "And I'm Darius," he said, his voice a low growl that made her knees feel like jelly. His eyes were a piercing blue, a stark contrast to his chocolate skin.

Wonyoung looked up at the towering figures before her, feeling a thrill of excitement. "I'm Wonyoung," she replied, her voice a little shakier than she intended. "What can I do for you two?"

"Oh, you're gonna do more than enough," Omari said, his grin widening as he took in her skimpy outfit. His eyes roved over her body, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. He was broad-shouldered and muscular, with a beard that was trimmed to perfection. "I'm Omari," he introduced himself, placing a hand on her shoulder. "And this is my friend, Amon."

Amon, equally as tall and muscular, stepped forward, his eyes gleaming with interest. He had a shaved head and a tattoo that snaked down his neck and disappeared beneath his shirt. "We couldn't help but notice you three," he said, his voice deep and gruff. "You seem like you know how to handle yourselves around some real men."

Wonyoung felt a blush spread across her cheeks as she took in their impressive forms. "We like to think we can handle ourselves," she said, a coy smile playing on her lips.

"Well, let's see," Omari challenged, guiding her over to the hip abductor machine. He positioned her in front of the contraption, her legs spread apart and her ass sticking out just enough to be provocative. "Ever tried this before?"

Wonyoung's eyes widened, but she nodded eagerly. The thought of having two such powerful men train her was thrilling beyond belief. Amon took up position behind her, his bulging biceps flexing as he adjusted the weight. She felt his hot breath on the back of her neck as he leaned in close, whispering instructions in her ear.

Her heart raced as she began to lift the weight, the sensation of her muscles stretching and contracting almost as tantalizing as the feel of Amon's hands on her hips, guiding her movements. The fabric of her shorts grew wetter with each rep, the outline of her arousal becoming more and more prominent.

Marcus and Zubari led Karina to the bench press, the metal gleaming under the fluorescent lights. She positioned herself on the bench, her legs spread open to accommodate the wide stance required for the exercise. The fabric of her shorts grew damp as her pussy grew wetter with each passing second. Marcus took the weight from her, placing it gently on the rack before taking a spot beside her. "Let me show you how it's done," he said, his voice a low murmur that sent shivers down her spine.

He laid down, his muscles bulging as he pushed the barbell upwards, his eyes never leaving hers. Karina could feel the heat emanating from his body, and she knew that he was just as turned on as she was. Zubari stood behind the bench, spotting Marcus, his own eyes glued to the apex of her thighs. Her breath grew ragged as she watched the two men, their power and strength an aphrodisiac that she couldn't resist.

As Marcus completed his final rep, he sat up, his chest heaving with exertion. He took a sip of water, his eyes never leaving hers as he wiped his brow with the back of his hand. "Your turn," he said, his voice thick with desire. Karina's legs trembled as she laid down on the bench, the cold metal pressing against her hot skin. She knew that she was on display, that the other men in the gym could see her wetness, and she reveled in it.

Marcus took his place at the end of the bench, his thigh brushing against hers. Zubari took the barbell from her, placing it on her chest with surprising gentleness. "Remember to breathe," he said, his voice a soothing balm to her racing thoughts.

With a deep breath, she pushed the weight up, her muscles straining with the effort.

Darius and Tyronne watched as Yujin approached the chest fly machine, her tight black yoga pants stretching over her curvy ass as she walked. They exchanged knowing glances, both aware of the effect they had on the Asian beauty.

"You've got a good form," Darius said, his voice a low rumble as he stepped closer to her, his hand brushing against her hip. "But I think you could use a little help."

Yujin's pulse quickened as she felt the heat of his body beside her. She nodded, trying to keep her cool as Tyronne took the opposite side of the machine, his muscular arm reaching over her to grab the handle. Together, they guided her through the motion, their bodies so close she could feel the heat of their skin.

As she pushed the weight away from her body, she could feel the fabric of her pants stretching against her growing arousal. The smell of sweat and cologne was intoxicating, and she had to bite back a moan.

The two men made a show of adjusting the weight for her, their hands lingering on the bars, their eyes never leaving her chest as it bounced with each rep. They whispered instructions, their breath hot against her ear, their fingers brushing against her skin as if by accident.

The tension grew with each passing moment, the air around them thick with desire. Yujin knew she was playing with fire, but she couldn't help herself. She was so close to the men she had fantasized about for so long, and she wanted to feel their touch, to taste their sweat.

Her breath grew ragged, her body responding to the intimate dance of muscles and power. She could feel the heat of their gazes on her, and it only served to fuel her passion.

Marcus leaned in closer, whispering in her ear, "You're doing great, baby," as his hand slid down to grip her hip firmly. His thumb brushed against her skin, sending a jolt of pleasure through her body. Karina's cheeks flushed, and she bit her lip, trying to focus on her reps as the pressure of his grip grew more insistent.

On the other side of the gym, Tyronne and Darius had moved on to helping Yujin with her leg press. They positioned themselves at the base of the machine, each taking one of her legs and placing it on the platform. As she began to push the weight, their hands slid up her thighs, their grips tightening around her hips.

Their touch was electric, sending waves of desire through her body. Yujin's eyes fluttered closed as she felt them tease her, their fingers digging into her flesh just enough to leave marks. She knew she was their plaything, and the thrill of it all made her pussy throb.

The men's laughter filled the room as they watched the women struggle under their watchful eyes, their grips on their hips growing firmer with every passing second. The sound of metal clanking and the scent of sweat grew more intense as the tension mounted.

Wonyoung's heart raced as Omari and Amon pushed her limits on the hip abductor, their hands on her hips, guiding her movements. They leaned in closer, their breath hot against her neck, whispering words of encouragement that had her pussy begging for more. The fabric of her shorts was soaked through, and she knew that everyone in the gym could see her arousal.

As the women pushed themselves further into their workout, the men's grips grew more possessive. They whispered sweet nothings into their ears, their breath hot and ragged. The girls couldn't help but let out soft moans, their bodies responding to the power dynamics at play.

Suddenly, Darius's deep voice echoed through the gym. "Alright, ladies, it's time for a new kind of workout," he said with a smirk, his eyes gleaming with a wicked intent. "Let's go to the locker room, we'll teach you the next routine."

The other men chuckled in agreement, their eyes never leaving the three friends. The air was thick with desire and the promise of something more. The gym-goers around them had noticed the intense scene playing out, and whispers began to spread.

Karina, Yujin, and Wonyoung exchanged glances, their hearts racing with excitement. This was it, the moment they had been waiting for. They nodded in unison, their bodies trembling with anticipation. The six men led them through the gym, the eyes of everyone in the room following their every move.

As they approached the locker room, Marcus couldn't resist the temptation anymore. He reached out and squeezed Karina's ass, his fingers digging into her flesh. She gasped, her body reacting instinctively, arching into his touch. The sound of his hand connecting with her skin echoed through the room, and the other men followed suit, their hands roaming over the three women's bodies.

Yujin felt the hot, firm grip of Darius on her ass as he guided her through the door. She bit her lip to stifle a moan, the pressure from his hand sending waves of pleasure through her. Tyronne was right behind her, his hands caressing her curves as they walked. The feel of their hands on her made her legs weak, but she managed to stay upright, her body buzzing with desire.

Wonyoung's eyes rolled back in her head as Omari and Amon took turns squeezing her ass, their fingers brushing against the fabric of her shorts. The sensation was overwhelming, and she stumbled slightly, only to be caught by their strong arms. They chuckled, their grips tightening, as if they were claiming her as their own.

When they finally entered the locker room, the men didn't waste any time. With a swift motion, Marcus tore the fabric of Karina's pink sports bra, exposing her heavy breasts to the cool air. The sound of ripping fabric echoed through the room, and the other girls gasped in shock.

Yujin felt Tyronne's hands on her yoga pants, his thumbs hooking into the waistband as he began to pull them down. She looked over her shoulder, her eyes meeting his, and she saw the hunger in his gaze. He was going to take her, and she was going to let him. The fabric gave way easily, and her pants slid down to her ankles, revealing her bare pussy.

Wonyoung watched in amazement as the men's expressions grew more intense. They had expected some resistance, some shyness, but these girls were ready, willing, and completely bare. The sight was almost too much for them to handle.

"Wow, these girls are sluts," Amon exclaimed, his eyes wide with lust as he took in the scene. "They're not even wearing panties."

The locker room erupted into laughter, a mix of shock and excitement. The tension was palpable, the air thick with the scent of sweat and desire. The men couldn't believe their luck, and the women basked in the attention.

"Now, all of you get to your knees," one of the men said, his voice commanding and authoritative. The three friends obeyed without hesitation, dropping down to the cold, tiled floor.

The six men had shed their gym clothes, standing before them in all their naked glory. The sight was overwhelming: each one more muscular and more intimidating than the last. Their cocks stood erect, varying in size and girth, but all of them were substantial. The girls looked at each other, their eyes wide with excitement and a hint of trepidation.

Marcus and Zubari stood before Karina, their chests heaving with excitement. Marcus's cock was the largest she had ever seen, thick and veiny, the tip glistening with pre-cum. Zubari's was slightly smaller, but no less impressive, curving slightly upwards as if begging for attention.

Yujin couldn't tear her eyes away from Tyronne and Darius. Tyronne's cock was long and lean, bobbing slightly as he stepped closer. Darius's was thick and powerful, the head a dark shade of purple, promising a night of unbridled passion.

Wonyoung's knees grew even weaker as she took in Omari and Amon. Omari's cock was thick and heavy, the kind that would fill her to the brim, while Amon's was long and smooth, the perfect length to hit all the right spots.

Karina licked her lips, her eyes locked on Marcus and Zubari's cocks. "Our fantasy," she began, her voice a seductive whisper, "is to lick every inch of your sweaty bodies. We want to taste your power, your strength, and your passion."

The men's eyes grew dark with lust, their cocks twitching in response to her words. Yujin added, "And we want to be filled by the biggest black cocks we can find. Double penetration is the ultimate prize."

Wonyoung nodded in agreement, her voice shaky with anticipation. "We've never been with guys like you before," she confessed. "But we've dreamed of it. We want to be taken, to be used, to feel what it's like to have no control."

The men's grips on their hips tightened, and they shared a knowing look. This was more than they could have hoped for. They had stumbled upon a trio of eager, submissive women who were begging to be claimed.

With a nod from Marcus, Karina leaned in, her tongue darting out to taste the salty tang of sweat on his inner thigh. She traced the path of his muscles, moving closer and closer to his ass. The room grew silent as the sound of her tongue slurping against his skin filled the air. She took her time, savoring every inch of him, her eyes closed in ecstasy.

Her hands followed her tongue, cupping his firm cheeks before moving to his tight asshole. She licked around the edges, her tongue delving into his crack as he let out a low groan. His cock grew harder beneath her, the precum pooling at the tip.

Zubari watched, his own cock twitching with anticipation. He knew that he was next, and the thought made him lightheaded. He stepped closer, his hand guiding Karina's face to his own body, urging her to taste him. She didn't need much encouragement, eagerly lapping at his sweat-slicked skin.

Her tongue slid over his muscled ass, tracing the contours of his cheeks before she moved to his asshole. She licked it, her tongue probing gently, the taste of him making her pussy throb. The sound of her moan was muffled by the flesh she was worshipping.

Marcus's hand reached down to stroke her hair, his cock bobbing in front of her face. She looked up at him, her eyes glazed with desire, and took his length into her mouth, sucking and licking him with an enthusiasm that had him grunting with pleasure.

Meanwhile, Yujin had Darius's cock in her hand, her slender fingers barely able to wrap around his girth. She licked a path from his ass to his balls, her tongue swirling around each one before moving to the base of his cock. Tyronne stepped closer, his cock brushing against her cheek, and she eagerly opened her mouth to take him in as well, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked him off.

Wonyoung couldn't help but copy Karina's movements, her eyes on fire as she licked her way down Omari's muscular body. Amon's cock was next, and she took him in her mouth, her cheeks bulging as she tried to accommodate his size. She could feel his hands in her hair, guiding her movements, his hips bucking slightly as she worked her magic.

The men watched, their cocks swelling as the three friends took turns pleasuring them. The locker room was filled with the sounds of wet, sloppy kisses and guttural moans, the sight of the women on their knees, eager to serve, was more than they could have ever asked for.

The tension grew as the men grew closer to climax. Karina's eyes watered as she deep-throated Zubari, her throat muscles working overtime as she tried to take all of him. Marcus's hand tightened in her hair, his hips rocking back and forth as he fucked her mouth.

Yujin's jaw grew sore as she switched between Tyronne and Darius, her tongue dancing around their swollen heads. Darius's fingers tightened around her ponytail, pulling her closer as he neared his peak.

Wonyoung's eyes rolled back in her head as she tasted the precum from Amon's cock, her pussy begging for the same attention she was giving the men. Omari's hand slid down to cup her face, his thumb tracing her plump bottom lip as she worked on his cock.

"You're all so good at this," he murmured, his voice thick with lust.

The girls took the compliment as a challenge, redoubling their efforts. They knew what was coming and were eager to be the ones to push the men over the edge. Yujin could feel Tyronne's cock pulsing in her mouth, and she knew he was close.

Karina felt a sudden warmth on her face as Marcus and Zubari both erupted with a roar. Their cum shot out, painting her face in thick ropes, the sticky fluid dripping down her chin and onto her chest. She didn't flinch, instead leaning into it, letting it cover her as a badge of honor. Yujin and Wonyoung watched, their own mouths watering at the sight.

Yujin took Darius's cock out of her mouth and turned to Tyronne, her cheeks already flushed from his earlier attentions. She looked up at him, her eyes pleading, and with a smirk, he stepped closer. His cock twitched in her hand as she stroked him, her other hand playing with the tip of Darius's still-hard shaft.

With a grunt, Tyronne came, his cum spurting across her face, mixing with Darius's as it painted her features. Yujin's eyes widened with shock and pleasure as she felt the hot jets hit her nose, her cheeks, her eyes. She blinked rapidly, trying to clear her vision, her heart racing with excitement.

Wonyoung watched as Karina and Yujin were showered with cum, her own pussy dripping with need. She had never felt so alive, so wanted, so consumed by desire. Omari and Amon's eyes bore into hers, their cocks rock-hard and demanding. She knew it was her turn.

The men stepped back, watching as the three friends knelt before them, their faces a canvas of their desire. Omari stepped closer, his cock in his hand, stroking it slowly as he admired Wonyoung's eager expression. She leaned in, her tongue darting out to lick the precum from the tip, her eyes never leaving his.

With a growl, Omari came, his cum spurting across her face, a warm, sticky mess that she greedily licked away. Amon was next, his cock pulsing in her hand as he painted her features with his seed. Wonyoung reveled in the feeling of being used, the power dynamic making her wetter and wetter.

As the men caught their breath, the girls turned to each other, their faces a mess of cum. Without a word, they leaned in, their tongues reaching out to clean the sticky residue from each other's skin. They tasted the salty, musky flavor of the men's release, the intimate act driving their arousal to new heights.

Karina looked up at Yujin, her eyes glazed with lust. She reached out and wiped a trail of cum from Yujin's cheek, bringing her fingers to her own mouth to lick them clean. Yujin watched, her breath hitching, before leaning in to kiss her friend, sharing the taste of their conquests. Wonyoung moaned, feeling left out, and they both turned to her, their tongues swirling together, sharing the cum that had been spilled.

The men watched, their cocks already starting to harden again. The sight of the three friends so eagerly devouring each other was more than they could take. "Let's take this to the next level," Marcus suggested, his eyes dark with hunger. The girls looked up at him, their lips swollen and shiny with cum, nodding eagerly.

Without hesitation, they dropped to their knees and began to lick the men's feet. The feeling of their tongues on his skin was like nothing Marcus had ever experienced before. He could feel the hunger in their movements, the desperation in every flick of their tongues. His cock grew harder as he watched them worship him and his friends.

Yujin took her time with Tyronne's foot, her tongue tracing the arch before moving to his toes. She could feel him shivering with pleasure, his cock jutting out towards her. She took each toe into her mouth, sucking gently, savoring the taste of his sweat and the power she had over him. Darius watched, his hand stroking his own cock as he felt the beginnings of his own climax build again.

Wonyoung licked her way up Omari's leg, her eyes never leaving his as she approached his cock. She took his foot in her hand, her thumb circling the sole before moving up to his toes. He groaned, the sensation driving him wild. "More," he murmured, his hips jerking forward slightly. She didn't need any further encouragement, her mouth closing around the tip of his foot.

Her teeth grazed the sensitive skin between his toes before she moved on to the next one, her eyes locked with Amon's. He watched her every move, his cock growing harder by the second. The smell of their sweat was intoxicating, a potent mix of pheromones and power that had the girls drooling.

Their mouths moved upwards, latching onto the men's sweaty armpits. They took deep breaths, inhaling the scent of their musk, the taste of their manhood. Karina moaned as she took in the scent of Marcus, her tongue swirling in circles, cleaning him of any trace of sweat.

"It's like nothing I've ever smelled before," Wonyoung said, her voice muffled by Omari's arm. "It's like... it's like the essence of a real man."

The men's chests rose and fell with excitement, their bodies trembling slightly as the girls worshiped them. The gym had become their personal playground, their desires laid bare for the world to see.

Yujin looked up at Darius, her eyes glazed with lust as she licked his armpit. "You taste so good," she whispered, her voice breathy. "I want more."

With a smirk, Darius leaned down, bringing his cock closer to her face. She took it in her hand, her eyes never leaving his as she took him into her mouth, her tongue flicking at his balls.

The locker room was filled with the sounds of wet licks and sighs of pleasure. The men's cocks grew harder with every touch, their bodies responding to the women's eager attentions. They had never felt so desired, so needed.

The tension grew as the girls continued their sensual exploration. They licked and sucked, their tongues tracing the paths of their muscles, tasting the salt of their sweat. The men's hands roamed, caressing their breasts, pinching their nipples, their touch setting the girls' skin alight.

"It's our time to give pleasure to yours," Marcus rumbled, his voice deep with desire. The six men stepped closer, their cocks standing at attention, eager to return the favor.

Karina, Yujin, and Wonyoung looked at each other, their eyes sparkling with excitement. They had come so far, their fantasy coming to life before their eyes. They lay back on the locker room benches, spreading their legs, offering themselves up to the men.

Marcus knelt before Karina, his tongue sliding along her inner thigh, moving closer and closer to her wet pussy. She gasped as he reached her clit, the sensation making her body arch off the bench. "So sweet," he murmured, his breath hot against her skin.

Yujin felt Tyronne's mouth on her neck, his teeth grazing her collarbone as his hand slid down to cup her breast. Darius took her nipple into his mouth, sucking gently at first, then more firmly as she whimpered.

Wonyoung looked up to see Omari leaning over her, his dark eyes filled with lust as he took in the sight of her swollen pussy. He leaned in, his breath hot against her skin before his tongue touched her clit. She let out a sharp cry, her body trembling with pleasure.

The girls' moans grew louder as the men worked their magic, their tongues and teeth exploring every inch of their bodies. The sensation of being licked and sucked by such powerful men was overwhelming, their every nerve ending alive with sensation.

They were lost in a haze of pleasure, their bodies writhing under the men's expert touch. The locker room echoed with their cries of ecstasy as the men took their time, savoring every moment.

Karina felt Zubari's hands spread her ass cheeks, his tongue delving into her tight hole. She gripped the bench, her knuckles white as she held on, her body tightening as she approached climax.

Yujin's eyes rolled back in her head as Tyronne and Darius took turns lapping at her clit, their tongues swirling and flicking in perfect harmony. She was close, so close, and she didn't want it to end.

Wonyoung's breath hitched as Amon's tongue slid into her ass, his hands playing with her pussy. She had never felt so full, so complete. Her moans grew more frantic as she felt herself on the brink.

The men didn't stop, their tongues and teeth working in tandem, bringing the girls closer and closer to the edge. They knew exactly what they were doing, and the girls were putty in their hands.

Their cries grew more urgent, their bodies begging for release. The air was thick with the scent of sex, the sound of wet licks and moans bouncing off the tiled walls.

Karina's pussy clenched around Marcus's tongue as he worked her clit, his thumb sliding into her tight asshole. She felt the beginnings of a squirt building deep within her, and she knew it was going to be intense. Her eyes squeezed shut as she tried to hold back, but it was no use. With a loud gasp, she squirted, her juices spraying across the bench and onto Marcus's face. He pulled away, laughing, and she looked down to see his face covered in her cum.

Yujin's body tightened as Tyronne and Darius took turns flicking her clit with their tongues, their fingers delving into her pussy and ass. The sensation was too much, and she lost control, her body spasming as she squirted all over them. They didn't flinch, instead, they eagerly lapped up her juices, sharing them in a passionate kiss.

Wonyoung felt the pressure build as Amon and Omari worked her over, their tongues swirling and probing her most intimate spots. She couldn't hold back any longer, and with a scream, she squirted, her juices coating the floor beneath her. They watched with fascination before leaning in to clean her up, their mouths greedily sucking up her sweet release.

The men were insatiable, and they didn't wait for the girls to catch their breath. "Back on your knees," Marcus growled, his cock still standing proud and gleaming from Karina's eager mouth. The girls obeyed, eager to continue their journey into the depths of their shared fantasy.

The sound of slapping skin filled the locker room as the six men began to slap their cocks against the girls' faces. The impact was surprisingly gentle, but the sensation was intense. Karina felt Zubari's thick cock hit her cheek, leaving a sticky trail of precum behind. She opened her mouth, eager to catch the next slap.

Yujin's eyes watered as Tyronne's and Darius's cocks slapped her face in unison, the smack echoing through the room. She leaned into the sensation, her mouth open, tongue flicking out to taste their salty, musky flavor.

Wonyoung took in the sight of Omari and Amon, their cocks slapping against her cheeks, leaving a sticky mess she was eager to clean up. She stuck her tongue out, catching a drop of precum, and the taste sent a jolt of electricity through her body.

"We want to taste all of you," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the symphony of moans and slaps. "We want to be spit-roasted, filled to the brim with your big, black cocks."

The men's eyes lit up at the mention of their favorite position. Marcus looked over at Tyronne and Darius, who had already moved into place behind Yujin. "Looks like our little sluts are eager to be used," he said with a wicked grin.

"More than you can imagine," Yujin panted, her face flushed and eyes sparkling with lust. She leaned back, her ass in the air, offering herself up to the men. "Take us, please. We're ready."

Marcus and Zubari didn't need any more encouragement. They positioned Karina on the bench, her legs spread wide as they lined up their cocks, both men eager to claim her. Marcus slid into her pussy first, his thick cock stretching her to the brink as he pushed deep. She gasped, her eyes squeezing shut as she felt the fullness of him. Then, without warning, Zubari pushed into her ass, his cock thick and unyielding as he filled her completely.

"Ahh!" Karina's scream echoed through the locker room, the pain and pleasure mixing in a heady cocktail. She had never felt so full before, so stretched, so claimed. Her body tensed as they both began to move, their rhythm matching perfectly as they fucked her.

Yujin watched, her own desire mounting as Tyronne and Darius positioned themselves behind her. Her heart raced as she felt the tip of Tyronne's cock at her pussy, Darius's at her ass. The men didn't hold back, pushing into her simultaneously. The pain was intense, but it only served to heighten the pleasure.

"Ahh, it hurts!" she screamed, her voice raw and desperate. But she didn't want them to stop. No, she wanted more. She pushed back, taking them deeper, her body adjusting to the intrusion. The men groaned, their cocks sinking into her tight holes, the pressure building.

They began to move in tandem, their thrusts long and deep. Yujin's screams grew louder as she was filled and stretched to the limit. The sensation was indescribable, a delicious agony that had her nails digging into the bench, her body writhing in ecstasy.

But the show wasn't just for them. Marcus and Zubari had moved aside to give Omari and Amon their turn with Wonyoung. They took their place behind her, their cocks slick with precum and desire. Wonyoung's eyes widened as she felt the tip of Omari's cock at her pussy, and Amon's at her ass. She braced herself, her heart racing.

With a powerful thrust, Omari filled her pussy, his thickness making her gasp. Amon didn't wait, pushing into her tight asshole, his cock stretching her even further. Wonyoung's scream of "Ahh, it hurts! I can't!" echoed through the locker room, but instead of pulling out, the men took it as a challenge, their strokes growing more forceful.

Her cries grew more desperate as they fucked her, the pain mixing with pleasure until she couldn't tell which was which. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she felt her body start to convulse, the pressure building, building, until she thought she'd explode.

Marcus and Zubari watched her intently, their own pleasure reflected in their eyes. "Her ass is so fucking tight," Marcus groaned, his voice strained with effort. "I've never felt anything like it."

Zubari nodded in agreement, his cock buried to the hilt in Karina's ass. "And that pussy," he added, his voice low and reverent. "It's like a vice grip around my dick."

The other men chuckled, their cocks slapping against the girls' faces as they watched their friends take the Asian beauties. "Look at her," Tyronne murmured, his voice thick with lust. "Look at how much she loves it."

Yujin's face was a mask of pleasure and pain as Tyronne and Darius fucked her, their cocks sliding in and out of her stretched holes. "It's like she was made for this," Darius said, his eyes never leaving the sight of his cock disappearing into her ass.

Wonyoung's moans grew louder as Omari and Amon took her, their powerful strokes pushing her closer and closer to the edge. "Her pussy is so tight," Omari grunted, his teeth clenched. "It's like a second skin around my cock."

Amon's breath was hot in her ear. "And that ass," he groaned. "It's like heaven."

The men's praise only spurred the girls on, their bodies moving in time with their partners'. They were lost in the moment, their every thought focused on the cocks inside them, the sweat and cum that coated their skin.

"Ahh, fuck!" Karina's scream pierced the air, her voice high and keening. "It's like being split in two, but in the best way possible!" She threw her head back, her eyes rolling up into her head. Marcus and Zubari's strokes grew more forceful, their muscles straining with the effort of holding back. "It's like you're tearing me apart," she panted, her voice trembling. "But I don't want it to stop. It's so good, so fucking good!"

Their rhythm grew more erratic, their bodies slapping together with every thrust. Karina's breasts bounced with the force of it, her nipples hard and sensitive. She felt the pressure building, her pussy clenching around Marcus's cock as Zubari hit her G-spot with every push into her ass. "I'm going to cum," she yelled, her voice echoing in the tiled locker room. "Oh my god, I'm going to cum so hard!"

Yujin watched her friend, the sight pushing her own pleasure to new heights. She could feel her own orgasm building, the sensation of being split open by two massive cocks driving her wild. She threw her head back and screamed, her voice joining the cacophony of passion. "It's so good," she panted. "So full, so deep."

Wonyoung's eyes rolled back in her head as Omari and Amon fucked her harder, their cocks moving in perfect sync. "Ahh, fuck me," she begged, her voice a desperate whine. "Fuck me like the sluts we are!"

The men laughed, their strokes growing more powerful as they felt the girls' bodies tighten around them. "It's like they're begging for it," Darius said, his voice filled with a mix of amazement and lust.

Marcus looked down at Karina, her pussy clenching around his cock. "You're getting tight, baby," he said, his voice low and seductive. "You're going to squirt all over us."

Sure enough, Karina's pussy tightened further, her body spasming as she felt the beginnings of her orgasm. "Ahh, I'm gonna... I'm gonna...," she stuttered, unable to form coherent words.

The men watched, their eyes widening as they felt the pressure build around their cocks. "Her pussy's like a vice," Zubari groaned, his grip on her hips tightening. "It's so fucking tight."

Marcus nodded, his breath coming in short gasps. "Yeah, she's going to squirt," he said, his voice filled with excitement.

The tension grew unbearable as the girls' squirts grew stronger. Yujin's body was wracked with spasms as Tyronne and Darius pounded into her, their cocks stretching her to the limit. "Fuck, I'm going to cum," she screamed, her voice breaking. "Make me squirt, please!"

The men didn't need any encouragement. They picked up their pace, their hips smacking against the girls' asses in a frenzied rhythm. Wonyoung felt the pressure in her own pussy and ass building, her body begging for release. "Do it," she panted. "Make us squirt all over you."

The force of their orgasms was explosive. Yujin's pussy clamped down around Tyronne and Darius's cocks, the sudden release of pressure sending them flying out of her. She collapsed forward, her body shaking with the aftershocks of pleasure. "Oh my god," she gasped, her voice hoarse. "That was incredible."

Marcus and Zubari pulled out of Karina with a wet pop, their cocks glistening with her juices. She looked up at them with a sly smile, her chest heaving with each ragged breath. "Your turn," she murmured, her voice still filled with desire.

Wonyoung's pussy and ass clenched around Omari and Amon, and with a final, powerful thrust, they were expelled from her tight holes. She slumped down onto the bench, her legs trembling. The men stepped back, their cocks still hard, their eyes glittering with excitement.

The locker room was a mess, a testament to the intense sexual encounter that had just taken place. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and sex, the sound of heavy breathing and the occasional giggle from the girls as they looked at each other with a mix of satisfaction and amazement.

"Alright, it's done," Karina said with a sigh, her legs still trembling from the exertion. "Our bodies just got what we need."

The girls walked out with trembling legs, and when they reached the door, they were shocked; suddenly, they were stopped by all the men."We're not done yet, I haven't cum." One of the men said.

Karina looked at her friends with a mix of fear and excitement. They had never gone this far before. But the desperate look in the men's eyes made it clear that they weren't going anywhere until they had all had their fill. "Please," she whimpered, "my ass is so sore, I can't take any more."

Yujin and Wonyoung nodded in agreement, their voices filled with a needy plea. "Our pussies are sore too," Yujin managed to say, her voice cracking. "We need a break."

But the men didn't listen. With a grin that was half mischief, half determination, Tyronne grabbed Yujin's hips and flipped her over, pushing her face-first into the bench. "You're not done until we say you are," he murmured, his hand smacking her ass playfully.

Darius chuckled, moving behind her, his cock still rock-hard. "You're going to love this," he said, lining up with her pussy. He didn't wait for a response, sliding in smoothly, his cock hitting her G-spot with ease.

Yujin's scream was muffled by the bench, her body jolting as she was filled once more. Tyronne's cock slammed into her ass, the pain making her eyes water. "Please," she whimpered, "not so deep."

But the men were lost in their lust, their eyes glazed over as they took what they wanted. The sound of their hips slapping against the girls' asses grew louder, the slap of flesh on flesh echoing through the locker room.

Karina felt her own pussy clench around Marcus's cock, the pain and pleasure blurring into one intense sensation. Zubari didn't wait, pushing into her ass, his girth stretching her even further. She screamed, her voice raw and desperate. "It's too much," she sobbed. "I can't take it!"

The men's laughter was low and dark, their hands moving to squeeze the girls' breasts and pinch their nipples. "You're going to take it," Marcus growled. "And you're going to love every second of it."

Their strokes grew more erratic, their bodies moving in a frenzied dance of desire. The girls' moans grew more frantic, their pleas for mercy falling on deaf ears. The men were like animals, driven by instinct and lust, their every thought consumed by the need to cum.

Wonyoung felt the beginnings of another orgasm building, her body already over-sensitized from the previous ones. "I can't," she moaned, her voice high and desperate. "I can't take it anymore."

But Omari and Amon didn't stop, their strokes growing more forceful. "You can," Omari murmured, his breath hot against her ear. "You can and you will."

The girls' bodies began to spasm once again, their juices spraying out as the men fucked them, painting the floor and benches with their desire. They couldn't believe they had another orgasm in them, but the men's relentless pounding brought it out of them, their cries of pleasure mixing with the sounds of the men's grunts and slaps.

Wonyoung looked over her shoulder at Omari and Amon, her eyes glazed with a mix of pain and pleasure. "My holes are getting sore," she panted, her voice barely above a whisper. "They feel like they're going to break."

The men's grins grew wider at her admission, their strokes becoming more powerful as they pushed her closer and closer to the edge. "Don't worry, baby," Amon murmured, his cock sliding in and out of her ass with ease. "We're going to fill you up until you can't take anymore."

Her pussy clenched around Omari's cock as he thrust into her, the sensation of being used so thoroughly sending her over the edge. "Ahh, I'm cumming!" she screamed, her body bucking as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her.

The men didn't stop, their cocks pumping into her until she thought she'd pass out. But she didn't. Instead, she felt another orgasm building, this one more intense than the last. "Fuck, it's too much," she moaned, her body trembling with the effort of taking them both.

Marcus and Zubari watched, their eyes on Karina's tight asshole as it stretched around their cocks. "Look at her," Zubari said with a smirk. "Her ass is going to be sore for days."

"And her pussy," Marcus added, his hips moving in a steady rhythm. "It's never been this good."

The room was a symphony of pleasure and pain, the girls' cries growing more desperate as the men pushed them to their limits. Yujin felt her body tighten around Tyronne and Darius, their cocks pounding into her with a force she had never felt before. "Please," she begged, "I can't take anymore."

But the men were too far gone, their own need for release driving them to fuck the girls harder and deeper. "You're going to take it," Tyronne said, his eyes never leaving hers in the mirror. "You're going to take it all."

Their strokes grew more erratic, their breathing ragged. The girls knew it was coming, the moment they had been waiting for, the moment they had all been building to. The pressure grew unbearable, their bodies begging for the release that was so close.

And then it was upon them, the men's cocks pulsing with their climax, filling the girls' pussies and asses with hot cum. The girls' screams were music to their ears, their bodies milking the men for every drop, eager for more.

As the men pulled out, their cocks still twitching, the girls collapsed onto the bench, their bodies spent and sore. They looked at each other, their eyes wide with amazement. They had done it. They had pushed their boundaries and come out the other side, forever changed by the experience.

The men stood before them, their cocks still hard, their bodies glistening with sweat and cum. "That was amazing," Marcus said, his voice filled with awe.

"The best we've ever had," Tyronne agreed, his eyes never leaving the girls' faces.

The girls giggled, their bodies still trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure. They had found what they were looking for, and it was better than they could have ever imagined. They had become the sluts they had always dreamed of being, and they had never felt more alive.

But the men weren't done with them yet. Marcus and Zubari stepped forward, their cocks still rock-hard and gleaming with Karina's juices. "We've got an idea," Marcus said, a wicked glint in his eye. "Something that will make you scream even louder."

Without waiting for a response, they pushed their cocks together, the heads touching and sliding along each other. Karina watched, her eyes widening in shock and excitement as they positioned themselves at her pussy, their cocks touching and teasing her swollen lips. "Oh my god," she whispered, her voice trembling. "What are you doing?"

The men chuckled darkly, their eyes meeting in the mirror. "We're going to give you a taste of something new," Marcus said, his voice low and seductive. "Something you've never had before."

With a grin, Zubari lined up his cock with Marcus's, both of them pressing the heads against Karina's stretched pussy. The sensation was unlike anything she had ever felt before, the heat and pressure of two massive cocks at her entrance. She gasped, her eyes wide with fear and anticipation. "Oh god, please," she whimpered, her body quivering.

The men didn't wait for further encouragement. With a powerful thrust, they pushed into her together, their cocks sliding in side by side. Karina's scream echoed through the locker room, the sensation of being split open so wide was almost too much to bear.

"It's painful," she gasped, her voice strained with the effort of speaking. "It's like nothing I've ever felt before."

Her eyes squeezed shut tightly, and she clutched the sides of the bench, her knuckles turning white with the force of her grip. The sensation of two thick cocks pushing into her at once was overwhelming, the pain so intense it was almost unbearable. But there was something else there, something dark and thrilling that had her hips bucking back to meet them, desperate for more.

"It's... it's too much," Karina managed to whisper, her voice tight with strain. The fullness was unbelievable, a pressure so great she thought she might burst. Yet she couldn't help but crave it, the pain morphing into a strange, twisted pleasure that made her wetter, her pussy clenching around the invading cocks.

Marcus leaned down, his breath hot on her neck. "You can take it, baby," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "Take it all."

Karina felt her body stretching to accommodate them, the pressure building until she thought she'd scream. And then she did, her voice echoing off the tiles as the men pushed deeper, filling her completely. The pain was intense, but there was something else there, a dark pleasure that had her hips rising to meet them, her body begging for more.

The men began to move, their strokes long and deep, their cocks sliding in and out of her in a rhythm that made her vision swim. Karina's screams grew louder, filling the locker room with the sound of her pleasure. "It's too much," she sobbed, her voice lost to the intensity of the moment. "It's so fucking good, but it's too much!"

But the men didn't stop, their bodies moving in a frenzied dance of lust and power. They watched her in the mirror, their eyes glittering with excitement as she took them both. "You can do it," Marcus whispered, his voice soothing despite the fierce grip he had on her hips. "You're a good girl."

Yujin, still face down on the bench, felt Tyronne and Darius move closer. She knew what they wanted, and the thought made her heart race. She tried to push herself up, to protest, but she didn't have the strength. "No," she whimpered, her voice weak. "It won't fit, I can't..."

Her protests fell on deaf ears as the men positioned themselves, their cocks pressing against her sore pussy. The head of one cock slid inside her, and she gasped, the pain making her eyes water. But the pleasure was there too, a dark, thrilling sensation that had her hips moving back, trying to take more. And then the second cock pushed in, and she felt herself stretched to the limit. "Ahh," she moaned, her voice strangled. "It's too much, please..."

But the men didn't stop, didn't even pause. They pushed in together, their cocks stretching her beyond what she thought possible. The pain was white-hot, but it was quickly overwhelmed by the feeling of fullness, of being utterly owned and used. "Fuck," she screamed, her voice hoarse with desire. "It's so good, so fucking good!"

Wonyoung's eyes widened in shock as Omari and Amon approached, their cocks still hard and gleaming. She tried to scoot away, her voice trembling. "No, please," she begged. "My pussy is too small."

They just laughed, the sound deep and dark. "That's what makes it even better," Omari said, his hand reaching out to stroke her cheek. "The tighter the better."

Their fingers trailed down her body, exploring her curves, and she shivered with anticipation. She knew she couldn't take them both, not after what she'd just been through, but the thought of trying had her pussy clenching with need. "I'll break," she whimpered, her voice small and scared.

"We'll go slow," Amon assured her, his voice a gentle rumble in her ear. "We'll make it good for you, baby."

Their cocks touched her, the tips sliding along her slit, teasing her clit. Wonyoung felt her body respond, felt her pussy start to clench and pulse with the need for release. "Please," she begged, her voice desperate. "Please make it feel good."

They didn't need any further invitation. With a grin, Omari pushed into her, his cock stretching her open with a delicious pain that had her nails digging into the bench. "Look at her," Amon murmured, his cock sliding in beside Omari's. "Look how much she wants it."

Wonyoung's eyes rolled back in her head as they began to fuck her, their strokes slow and deliberate. It was a new kind of fullness, a new kind of pleasure that had her toes curling and her back arching. "Oh god," she moaned, her voice shaking. "Oh god, it's too much, I can't... I can't..."

The men watched her in the mirror, their eyes filled with a hunger that made her stomach clench. They were enjoying every second of her struggle, every gasp and whine that escaped her lips. "You can take it," Omari murmured, his cock moving in a steady rhythm. "You're doing so good, baby."

Their strokes grew faster, their hands moving to grip her hips, holding her in place as they pushed deeper. Wonyoung felt her body start to shake, her pussy tightening around them as the orgasm built. "I'm going to cum," she panted, her voice tight with the effort of holding back. "Oh god, I'm going to cum so hard!"

The men grinned at each other, their eyes locked on Wonyoung's face as she squirted around their cocks. The sensation was unlike anything they had felt before, her pussy spasming and clenching as she came. "Fuck, she's squirting," Amon murmured, his voice filled with amazement.

Yujin watched her friend, her own pussy clenching with envy. The thought of being filled so completely, of having no control over her own body, was intoxicating. "I want to cum like that," she moaned, her voice desperate.

"And you will," Tyronne assured her, his strokes growing more forceful. "You're going to squirt all over us, baby."

The pressure in Karina's pussy grew, her body stretching to accommodate the two massive cocks. She could feel the beginnings of another orgasm, her pussy clenching around them as they fucked her with a ferocity that bordered on brutal. "I can't," she gasped, her eyes squeezed shut. "It's too much, I'm going to pass out."

Marcus chuckled darkly, his grip on her hips tightening. "Not before you cum for us," he said, his voice a command. "You're going to scream our names as you squirt all over our cocks."

The girls' bodies were a symphony of pleasure and pain, their cries of ecstasy mixing with the sounds of the men's grunts. They had never felt so full, so used, and it was driving them wild. Their pussies spasmed, releasing a flood of juices that soaked the bench beneath them.

Marcus and Zubari didn't let up, their strokes deep and punishing. Karina's pussy was stretched to the limit, the pain and pleasure melding into a white-hot need that had her begging for more. "Cum for us," Marcus growled, his teeth clenched as he watched her in the mirror.

Yujin felt her pussy tightening around Tyronne and Darius, their cocks pumping in and out of her like pistons. The men's eyes were locked on her, their smiles predatory as they watched her approach the edge. "Do it," Darius murmured, his hand sliding up to pinch her clit. "Squirt for us."

Their words were like a command, and her body obeyed, her pussy clenching around their cocks as she squirted, the warmth of her release coating their cocks. "Ahh, yes," she screamed, her body bucking with the force of her orgasm.

Wonyoung's pussy was on fire, the sensation of Omari and Amon's cocks moving inside her almost unbearable. "I can't," she whimpered, her voice tight with strain. "Please, I need to cum."

The men chuckled, their strokes growing more forceful. "You will," Omari promised, his voice dark and seductive. "You're going to cum all over us."

Their hips slammed into her, their cocks hitting her deepest spots, pushing her closer and closer to the edge. And then it was there, the orgasm tearing through her like a storm, making her body shake and her eyes roll back in her head. "Oh fuck," she screamed, her voice hoarse with need. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!"

The men watched the girls, their cocks swelling with every scream and spurt of juice. They knew they were close, their balls tight and heavy with the need to release. "Ready to fill these sluts up?" Tyronne asked, his voice a low growl.

"More than ready," Darius grinned, his cock pumping in and out of Yujin's tight pussy.

The men moved together, their cocks sliding out of the girls' pussies with a wet sound that made them all shiver. They stepped back, their eyes on the prize, their bodies tense with anticipation. "Open up," Marcus said, his voice a low, guttural growl.

The girls obeyed, their legs spread wide, their pussies gaping and begging for more. The men didn't waste any time, pushing back in, filling them to the brim with their cum. The girls' bodies jerked as the hot, thick fluid filled them, the sensation overwhelming.

They came together, their screams mixing with the sound of the men's grunts. The locker room was a sea of sweat, cum, and desire, the air thick with the scent of sex. The men's cocks twitched as they emptied themselves into the girls, their eyes never leaving the sight of their swollen, filled pussies.

But the men weren't done. They had been waiting for this moment for too long, and they were going to take everything they wanted. As the girls lay there, panting and exhausted, the men pulled out, their cocks still hard. "Again," Marcus said, his voice a command.

Karina's eyes snapped open, her body tensing. "No," she gasped. "Please, no more." But the men didn't listen. Zubari pushed her legs apart, his cock sliding back into her pussy with ease. Marcus followed suit, filling her ass with his own thick length.

Yujin and Wonyoung watched in horror as the men began to fuck Karina once more, her body already stretched to the brink. They knew that if they didn't do something, they'd be next. But their protests were cut short as Tyronne and Darius pushed their cocks back into them, filling their pussies and asses with their thick, cum-covered lengths.

The men fucked them without mercy, their strokes powerful and relentless. They switched positions, sometimes filling their pussies together, sometimes taking turns with their asses, the girls' cries of pain and pleasure melding into one. "Please," Wonyoung begged, her voice a desperate whimper. "Please, I can't take anymore."

But the men just laughed, their eyes gleaming with lust. They were in control now, and they weren't going to stop until they were fully satisfied. They pounded into the girls, their balls slapping against their asses, their cocks hitting deep inside them, making them scream.

The girls felt their bodies betray them, their pussies clenching and releasing, their muscles spasming with each thrust. They were powerless to resist, their need for release overwhelming them. They begged and pleaded, but the men just fucked them harder, their strokes never slowing.

The locker room was a cacophony of sounds, the slap of skin on skin, the wet squelch of cocks sliding in and out of tight, filled pussies, the girls' desperate cries for mercy. But the men didn't stop, didn't even slow down. They fucked them through one orgasm and into the next, their own pleasure building with every thrust.

Karina felt her body giving out, her pussy and ass feeling like they were on fire. She was so full, so used, she didn't think she could take anymore. "Please," she sobbed. "Please, no more."

Marcus leaned down, his teeth grazing her ear. "You're going to take every drop," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "You're going to be our little cum sluts."

The girls looked at each other, their eyes wide with terror and desire. They knew that they had no choice but to submit, to take everything the men had to give. And as they felt the cocks inside them swell, they knew that the end was near.

The men's strokes grew faster, their bodies tense as they approached their climax. The girls could feel it, the pressure building inside them, the inevitable release that would fill them once more. And then it was upon them, the men's cum flooding into their pussies and asses, mixing with their own juices and spilling out onto the floor.

They screamed, their bodies shaking with the force of it, their pussies clenching around the cocks, desperately trying to hold onto every drop. But the men kept fucking them, their cocks never leaving, their seed never stopping. It was an endless cycle of pain and pleasure that the girls were trapped in, their cries for help lost in the symphony of their own desperate moans.

Finally, with a roar of triumph, the men pulled out, their cocks still spurting cum. It rained down on the girls, mixing with the sweat and the juices that coated their bodies. They lay there, panting and spent, their eyes glazed with the overwhelming sensation of being completely used.

The men stepped back, their chests heaving with the exertion. They looked at each other, grinning with satisfaction. "That was some of the best pussy I've ever had," Darius said, wiping the sweat from his brow.

"Agreed," Tyronne chuckled, his eyes still on Yujin's trembling body. "But I think we've worn them out."

The girls lay there, unable to move, their muscles quivering with the aftermath of their orgasms. They were covered in cum, their bodies sticky and wet, their pussies and asses gaping. They had never felt so used, so utterly owned.

But the men weren't finished. With a wicked grin, Marcus picked Karina up by the neck, lifting her to her knees. "Open your mouth," he ordered, his cock pointing at her face. She tried to shake her head, her eyes wide with horror, but she had no strength to resist.

Wonyoung watched in shock as Omari and Amon did the same to her, their cocks thick and pulsing. "No," she whispered, her voice trembling. "It's not what we... we didn't agree to this."

The men ignored her protests, their eyes dark with desire. They had taken them to the edge of pleasure, and now they were going to push them over into something else entirely. "You're going to swallow," Tyronne said, his grip on Yujin's neck tightening. "You're going to swallow every drop."

The first spurt of hot, golden liquid hit Karina's face, making her gasp. She tried to turn away, but Marcus's grip was like steel, forcing her to take the stream of piss into her mouth. She gagged, her eyes watering, but she couldn't stop the flow. The taste was bitter, the sensation overwhelming, and she choked, trying to breathe.

Yujin and Wonyoung watched in horror as their friends were degraded before them. "No," Wonyoung sobbed, her voice weak. "Please, no more." But the men just laughed, their piss arcing through the air as they emptied their bladders into the girls' mouths.

The scene was one of complete domination, the men's power on full display. The girls' bodies trembled, their eyes wide with shock and fear. They had come looking for a kinky adventure, but this was more than they had bargained for. They had become the toys of these six black gods, their desires and boundaries pushed to the limit.

The piss filled their mouths, their throats, their stomachs, and the smell of it filled the locker room. They choked and gagged, their eyes watering, as the men used them for their own pleasure. It was a final act of submission, a demonstration of just how far they would go to satisfy their dark desires.

The men watched them, their smiles wide and cruel. They knew they had broken the girls, pushed them to a place they had never been before. And as they finished, their cocks still twitching with the last drops of piss, they felt a sense of triumph that was almost as intense as their orgasms.

But the girls had reached their breaking point. As the last drops fell from their chins, they collapsed onto the floor, their bodies heaving with sobs. They had never felt so violated, so used. And yet, as they lay there, their pussies clenched, the faintest echo of pleasure still lingering.

The men stepped back, their eyes on the sobbing, trembling girls. They had given them an experience they would never forget, one that would stay with them forever. And as they zipped up their pants, their eyes never leaving the scene before them, they knew they had found what they were looking for. They had found the ultimate in submission, the ultimate in pleasure.

With a laugh, Marcus turned to the others. "Spread the word," he said, his voice filled with excitement. "We've got living toilets in here."

The men filed out of the locker room, their footsteps echoing in the silence. The door swung open, and in streamed a line of eager gym-goers, their eyes on the girls on the floor. Karina, Yujin, and Wonyoung looked up, their eyes wide with terror as they realized what was about to happen.

One by one, the men approached, their cocks in hand. They didn't even bother to aim, just letting their piss spray over the girls, soaking them from head to toe. The girls choked on the foul liquid, their bodies convulsing with the humiliation and the pain. They had never felt so low, so used.

But even as the piss rained down on them, their bodies betrayed them. Their pussies clenched and released, their asses quivered, and they couldn't help but feel a dark thrill at the degradation. It was as if their kink had been taken to a new level, one that they had never even imagined.

The gym patrons took turns, some pissing in their mouths, some on their faces, and others on their breasts and stomachs. The girls' bodies were a canvas for the men's desires, their cries of protest lost in the symphony of male laughter and the hiss of piss hitting the tiles.

The scene was one of complete and utter degradation, a testament to the power of the men's desire. And as the last man finished, the locker room was filled with the acrid smell of urine, a scent that would stay with the girls forever.

They lay there, sobbing, their bodies trembling with the aftermath of their ordeal. They had never felt so dirty, so used, so completely owned. But somewhere in the back of their minds, a part of them knew that they had found what they were looking for, a part of them that reveled in the pain and the pleasure of it all.

Slowly, they managed to get to their hands and knees, their legs wobbly as they crawled towards the locker room door. The floor was sticky with cum and piss, making it difficult to move, but they had to get out. They had to find someone to help them, to save them from this living nightmare.

But as they reached the door, it was blocked by a figure, a man they hadn't seen before. He was tall and muscular, his skin dark like the night, his eyes gleaming with lust. "Where do you think you're going?" he asked, his voice a low purr.

The girls looked up at him, their eyes wide with fear. "Please," Wonyoung begged, her voice barely a whisper. "Help us."

The stranger chuckled, his hand reaching out to stroke her cheek. "Oh, I'll help you alright," he said, his eyes raking over their bodies. "But first, you're going to show me what you're really made of."

With surprising strength, he grabbed them by the hair, dragging them out of the locker room and down the empty walk street. They struggled, their cries echoing off the walls, but it was no use. He was too strong, too powerful. They were helpless in his grasp, their bodies his to do with as he pleased.

As they stumbled out into the night, the cool air hit their soaked skin, sending shivers down their spines. The street was deserted, a perfect stage for their ongoing degradation. The stranger's words hung in the air, a promise of further humiliation that made their stomachs churn. "You're going to be the talk of the town," he sneered. "Living toilets, ready for anyone to use."

The girls looked around frantically, their eyes searching for an escape, for a glimmer of hope. But the street was eerily silent, the only sounds the distant sirens of the city and the squelch of their cum-filled pussies. They were trapped, their fates in the hands of this sadistic man.

"Please," Karina managed to gasp, her voice hoarse from screaming. "We'll do anything."

He chuckled, his eyes glinting with malicious amusement. "Oh, I know you will," he said, his voice a dark caress. "You're going to be everyone's little sluts, aren't you?" He said.

The girls complied, their bodies trembling with fear and arousal. They couldn't believe what was happening to them, that their kink had led them to this dark, twisted place.

The news of their depraved activities in the gym had spread like wildfire, reaching every corner of the city. Men from all walks of life now sought them out, eager to use their bodies for their own perverse pleasures. Each day brought new faces, new cocks, new humiliations.

The streets were their new playground, where they were fucked by the homeless, criminals, and any kind of people their cries of pleasure and pain echoing through the alleyways. They had become the ultimate sex toys, available for anyone's use.

Their lives had become a never-ending cycle of degradation, each day a blur of sweat, cum, and piss. They had lost count of the number of times they had been filled and emptied, their pussies and asses stretched beyond their limits.

The regret grew with each passing moment, a constant reminder of their fall from grace. If only they had been able to control their desires, they wouldn't be the public sluts and toilets they had become.

Their days were spent on their knees, servicing the never-ending line of men who sought them out, their nights were even worse, as they were passed around like property, their bodies used and discarded without a second thought.

Their fantasies had become a prison, a nightmare they couldn't escape. They had become the very thing they had once dreamed of, but now, it was a reality they wished they could wake up from.

Their eyes held a haunting mix of desperation and lust, a testament to the depths they had sunk. They had no control, no say in what happened to them, their lives now dictated by the whims of the men who used them.

Each new act of debasement brought a fresh wave of pain, yet they couldn't help but crave more. The very thing that had brought them to this point had now become their undoing, a cycle they were trapped in with no end in sight.

Their cries for help fell on deaf ears, their pleas for mercy only serving to excite their users further. They were no longer Karina, Yujin, and Wonyoung, just three holes to be filled, three mouths to be used, three sets of tits to be played with.

And yet, amidst the pain and the humiliation, there was a dark thrill that pulsed through them, a need to be used, to be owned, to be filled with cum and piss. It was a part of them now, a twisted part that had grown too strong to ignore.

As the days turned into weeks, the weeks into months, they became known as the gym sluts, the girls who would do anything for a taste of a black cock. They were the talk of the town, the legend that grew with every retelling, their degradation becoming a part of the fabric of the city's underbelly.

Their names were forgotten, their past lives a distant memory. They had become living embodiments of the darkest desires of the men who used them, their existence solely to satisfy the most depraved appetites.

The regret lingered, a constant presence in their minds, a reminder of what they had lost. But with each passing day, it grew fainter, replaced by a need to serve, to be used, to be filled with the very fluids that had once disgusted them.

Their bodies had become a canvas for the men's lust, a toilet for their cum and piss. They had become what they had once fantasized about, and the only thing they had left was the hope that one day, they might find a way out of the hell they had created for themselves.

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ENEMIES IRL, GIRLFRIENDS ONLINE

Synopsis — You can't stand Karina. She's your worst enemy. But in the virtual world, she’s your perfect girlfriend, your confidante, and your sweet escape. The only problem? Neither of you knows that the other is secretly behind the screen. Now, with two worlds about to collide, how long can you keep up the charade?

Contains — fluff, enemies to lovers, online dating, light cursing, minor physical contact (hand grabbing/kissing), secondhand embarrassment (karina tripping over a chair), mutual pinning, rushed

WORD COUNT — 3.6k

A/N — this has been in my drafts for a while, bull dozing with fics today 😭🗣️ for context they were a bit suspicious when their girlfriends had the same name as their enemy (I’m just too lazy to write those extra stuff >3<

Karina wasn’t even trying today.

Well, that wasn’t totally true. She was trying, trying to ruin your day, the way she usually did, because it was practically tradition by now.

It didn’t even take effort anymore. She just showed up, said something obnoxious, and you immediately looked at her like you wanted to punch a hole through the floor. Easy. Natural.

Today’s opportunity came when she spotted you at your locker, shoving notebooks into your bag with a frustrated scowl. God, you made it so easy for her sometimes.

"You know," Karina drawled, sauntering up with all the arrogance of someone who thought the hallway was their personal runway, "for someone who acts like they have their life together, you have the organization skills of a dying goldfish."

You whipped your head around, ready to fire back something scathing but then she glanced down at your planner.

Her brain short-circuited.

Because the truth was... your notes weren’t a disaster. They were actually stupidly neat. Color-coded. Perfectly labeled. Pages full of careful handwriting, clean lines, tiny sticky notes poking out like little tabs of responsibility.

Karina opened her mouth, intending to keep roasting you.

Instead, she heard herself blurt:

"Ugh, I hate that you’re actually good at that. It’s... impressive, I guess."

The second the words tumbled out, she felt the ground disappear from under her.

You stared at her like she’d just confessed to murder in the middle of the hallway.

Karina could practically see the confusion flicker across your face the way your brows lifted slightly, the way your mouth opened like you wanted to say something but didn’t know where to start.

Panic took over.

"I mean," Karina said hastily, flapping her hands around like a malfunctioning robot, "it’s not that great. Like. Barely acceptable. Whatever."

You rolled your eyes with an exaggerated groan and slammed your locker shut. "Jesus Christ. You’re exhausting."

And then you brushed past her without another word, your backpack swinging dangerously close to her side as you walked off down the hall.

Karina stood there, frozen like a statue, brain absolutely screaming inside her skull.

"What the hell was that," Karina muttered under her breath, pressing the heels of her palms into her eyes like she could physically erase the last two minutes from existence.

Complimenting you? She complimented you? That was basically treason against herself. Against everything she stood for.

She wasn’t supposed to notice things like your handwriting. Or how focused you looked when you were organizing your things. Or how your stupid hair caught the light when you turned your head.

None of that. Absolutely not.

Karina stomped off down the hall, nearly mowing down a group of freshmen, her mind stuck in an endless screaming loop.

"I can’t have feelings for her," she hissed under her breath, dragging her fingers through her hair. "That would be cheating. I have a girlfriend. Online. A very real, very important girlfriend."

A girlfriend who she texted every night before bed. Who called her "babe" and sent her dumb memes and told her she was cute.

Someone who didn’t make her want to rip her own hair out in rage and confusion every time they interacted.

...Right?

Karina shook her head like she could physically knock the thoughts out.

No. No. No.

She didn’t like you. She hated you. That was the foundation of the universe. If she started liking you now, the world would probably implode.

Maybe she was just malfunctioning. A temporary brain glitch.

Maybe if she ignored it hard enough, it would go away

She tried to focus during her next class, but her brain had other plans.

The teacher was explaining something about chemical bonds, and Karina was busy reliving the scene in her head, cringing harder with every second.

Your face when she said it.

The way you paused, almost like you didn’t know if you should be flattered or insulted.

The way you looked back at her, suspicious but... curious.

Karina slumped down in her seat, letting her forehead hit the desk with a soft thunk.

Her lab partner side-eyed her but wisely said nothing.

Lunch was somehow even worse.

She sat with her usual friends, poking at her food without any real appetite, zoning out so badly that Ningning had to physically throw a grape at her forehead to get her attention.

"Earth to Karina," Ningning said, leaning forward with a mischievous glint in her eye. "You’ve been staring at your mashed potatoes for ten minutes.

What’s up? Secretly plotting murder?"

Karina grimaced. "No. Worse."

"Spill."

Karina considered lying. For about three seconds.

Then she groaned and dropped her head onto the table. "I accidentally complimented her."

There was a beat of silence.

Then laughter. Loud, unrelenting, evil laughter from all sides of the table.

"You what?" Ningning choked out between cackles.

"It wasn’t even a good compliment," Karina grumbled into the table. "It just slipped out. I said she was... impressive or something. I don’t know. I blacked out."

Giselle wiped tears from her eyes, still giggling. "Bro, you’re doomed."

"I know," Karina groaned. "I can’t believe I said it. I can’t believe I think—"

She cut herself off before the words “I think she’s actually really pretty when she’s mad” could escape her mouth.

God.

She was so doomed.

After lunch, Karina wandered through the rest of her classes in a zombie-like daze.

Every time she tried to focus on her work, her brain betrayed her replaying your face, your stupid confused frown, the way your voice sounded when you called her an idiot and walked away like you weren’t secretly a little flustered too.

By the end of the day, she was ready to drop out of school and join a traveling circus. Anything to escape the mortifying reality of her existence.

Karina kicked a pebble down the sidewalk as she trudged home, hoodie pulled up over her head to hide from the world.

Maybe she could just ghost you from now on. Avoid you until the end of time. Sure, it would make school life incredibly inconvenient, but it was either that or risk accidentally flirting with you again. (And she was terrifyingly aware of how close she already was.)

Karina shoved her hands deep into her pockets, scowling at the ground.

She couldn’t have a crush on you. She had a girlfriend. She was in a relationship.

Even if it was just online... it still counted.

Right?

But then her mind, evil and traitorous, whispered:

But what if she’s even better in real life?

Karina groaned out loud and picked up the pace, practically speed-walking down the street like she could outrun her feelings.

Tomorrow would be a new day.

Tomorrow she’d go back to being normal.

Tomorrow she’d totally not think about how you looked when you rolled your eyes or how her heart had stuttered a little when you brushed past her.

Tomorrow.

(Probably.)

The night was quiet, the kind of calm that only a late evening could bring. You sat on your bed, phone in hand, still feeling the lingering awkwardness from earlier that day. Karina had complimented you sort of but then she immediately tried to backtrack. “I hate that you’re actually good at that. It’s... impressive, I guess,” she had said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. But there was a weird hesitation before she scrambled to cover it up with, “I mean, it’s not that great.”

You had rolled your eyes, annoyed, but also confused. Karina was always sarcastic, always throwing out jabs like she was trying to keep her distance. But something about that moment didn’t sit right. She didn’t usually throw compliments like that, and it stuck with you more than you cared to admit.

Now, as you scrolled through your phone, you tapped out a message to Karina, who had no idea you were talking about her. You leaned back against the headboard, trying to shake off the unease that had settled in your chest.

“Ugh, this girl I hate acted super weird today. It was lowkey suspicious. One minute she’s all sarcastic, and the next she’s complimenting me like we’re friends or something. Is that normal?”

The little typing bubble popped up almost instantly. “You won’t believe what happened today. I accidentally complimented the devil incarnate,” Karina's message read. You snorted. Of course, she was ranting about you, and you had no idea.

Karina took a bit longer to Send another message and you imagined her pacing around her room like she always did when she was annoyed or deep in thought. “Ugh, don’t remind me. I honestly don’t know what came over me. I can’t have feelings for her. Not when I have a girlfriend online... That would be cheating, right?”

You chuckled at her dramatic tone, even though you had no idea she was talking about you. “It’s almost like you’re losing your touch, Karina. You used to be so good at pretending you didn’t care. Now you’re out here giving compliments like some softy.”

Her reply came quickly, as if she’d been waiting for the chance to snap back. “Shut up. I don't even like her. She’s... annoying. But you’re right. I shouldn’t be nice to her. That’s how she wins.”

“Yeah, exactly. She probably thinks you’re all buddy-buddy now.” You rolled your eyes.

You set your phone down for a second, thinking about your day. Karina’s weird compliment, the way it felt like she’d almost meant it... It stuck with you more than it should have. It was annoying. She was just Karina, the girl you couldn’t stand, and you couldn’t let her get to you.

But then your phone buzzed again, pulling you out of your thoughts. You looked at the screen. Karina had sent another message.

“I feel like we’d get along better in person, y’know? It’s been two months...” Her message made you pause, and you leaned forward, rereading it.

“What do you mean?” you typed back, even though you already had a guess. “Are you saying we should actually meet up?”

You could almost feel her hesitation from the words that followed. “I mean, why not? We’ve been talking for two months now. Isn’t that enough? We could just... grab coffee or something.” She sounded almost nervous, a little unsure of herself. You liked that side of her.

You had to admit, the idea of seeing her in person, after all this time, was tempting. But you didn’t want to seem too eager.

“Well, it might be nice. I’ve been wondering what you’re like in real life. Maybe we’d actually get along even better in person,” you texted. “No pressure though.”

You were lying to yourself a little. The truth was, you were dying to meet her, to finally see who she really was. After all this time, you felt like you knew a lot about her, but at the same time, nothing about her was as real as the image you’d built in your mind.

Her typing bubble popped up, and you waited, heart pounding a little faster than it should. “Yeah, maybe you’re right. I could actually use a break from all the... online stuff. It feels a little weird talking like this all the time and never meeting. But, uh, how would we even meet?”

You thought for a moment, trying to keep the suggestion light. “What if we just met at a café or something? It’s no big deal, just a chill hangout. We’ve been talking for so long... I don’t know, seems like it’s time to finally meet.”

You waited for her response, tapping your fingers on the screen, pretending to be casual when your heart was racing. What was she going to say? What if she backed out? Or worse, what if you saw her and didn’t feel the same connection?

You didn’t have to wait long. “Yeah, okay. Let’s do it. Just... don’t expect anything too crazy, alright? It’s just a meetup, not a date, or whatever.”

You smirked at her message. Of course, she’d try to play it cool. “Sure, sure. It’s just coffee. No big deal.”

“Right. Just coffee,” she replied, and then added, “But, uh, can we not exchange real names or photos? We’re mystery girlfriends for a reason, right?”

You laughed out loud at that. She was right, of course. You had both spent two months carefully hiding behind the anonymity of the internet. Neither of you had shared real names, pictures, or anything too personal. It had been part of the fun.

“Yeah, I’m not about to break the mystery girlfriend vibe,” you typed back. “But I’ll see you at the café, then?”

“Yep. See you there. Just don’t be weird about it.”

You chuckled and put your phone down, your heart still racing a little. The idea of finally seeing Karina in person was both terrifying and exciting, and you weren’t sure what you were more nervous about. But it didn’t matter, because the date was set. Tomorrow after school, you would meet her, and things would never be the same.

The next day felt like it dragged on forever. You couldn’t focus in class, couldn’t stop thinking about the upcoming meet-up. Would Karina be just as snarky in person? Would she look the way you imagined her? Or would she be totally different from the version of her you’d built in your head?

When the bell finally rang, you grabbed your things and rushed to the café. The anticipation built with every step. You reached the door and paused for a moment, taking a deep breath before walking inside.

The cafe was quiet for a moment, the soft hum of background chatter filling the air as you approached the table. Your heart was pounding in your chest, your nerves making you jittery. You hadn’t expected to actually feel this nervous about meeting her. But as your eyes landed on Karina sitting at the corner, scrolling through her phone, everything froze. Then it all clicked. The same Karina online was the same Karina in real life. The one you thought you absolutely hated with your heart.

She looked up and for the briefest second, you saw the color drain from her face. Her eyes widened, and before you could even say anything, she bolted.

It all happened so fast. One second, she was there, and the next, the chair at her table was knocked over, hitting the ground with a loud crash. The customers around you glanced up in confusion, some trying to stifle their giggles. You just sat there, stunned, processing what had just happened. Did Karina really just... run out of the café?

Before you could think it through, your feet were already moving. you dashed out of the cafe, your pulse racing. You barely registered the cold air hitting your face as you pushed open the door, eyes scanning the street for her.

She was fast, but so were you, and soon enough, you spotted her just ahead, her back to you, her movements stiff and hurried. Without thinking, you quickened your pace, reaching out to grab her wrist and stop her in her tracks.

Karina flinched at the touch, pulling her arm back in a hurry, her eyes darting around, not daring to meet yours. You stepped in front of her, blocking her way, your breath coming out in short bursts. “Karina, what the hell? Why did you run?”

She refused to look at you, her voice barely a whisper. “You weren’t supposed to be you...”

The words made no sense. You were confused, genuinely concerned, and yet there was this strange vulnerability in her posture that made your chest tighten. This wasn’t the Karina you knew the sarcastic, confident girl who never showed an ounce of weakness. This was different.

“Karina,” you said, softer this time, trying to get her to meet your eyes. “What’s going on?”

But she just shook her head, her shoulders stiff. Whatever this was, she wasn’t ready to talk about it yet. And for the first time, you weren’t sure whether you should push her or let her have the space she clearly needed.

The silence between you both stretched on, and you stood there, wondering what would happen next.

You stood there in the street, the tension between you and Karina thick enough to cut with a knife. Her back was still turned to you, her shoulders rigid, and every moment she remained silent only made the confusion swell inside you. What the hell had just happened? She’d literally run out of the café, and now she was acting like she was too embarrassed to even face you.

“Karina,” you called again, your voice firm. “Why did you run?”

The words came out of her mouth before she could even think, rushed and raw, almost like they were coming from somewhere deep inside her, a place she’d tried to bury for far too long. “I thought... I thought I hated you,” she blurted out, her tone shaky and uncertain. “But I liked you online. I liked you so much it made me feel guilty because I thought I was starting to like you in real life too and now you’re the same person, and I don’t know what to do.”

Her words hit you like a punch to the gut. You stood there, completely stunned by her admission. Karina was spiraling, completely embarrassed by what she’d said, and in that moment, she tried to step around you again, as if she could just walk away from it all and pretend it hadn’t happened.

But you weren’t going to let her. Not this time.

You reached out to her again, grabbing her wrist gently but firmly to stop her from walking away. Her body tensed under your touch, but she didn’t pull away. “Hey,” you said, a soft laugh escaping your lips. It wasn’t mocking, just overwhelmed by the absurdity of the situation. “You’re such an idiot.”

Her eyes shot to yours, wide and confused, as if she hadn’t expected you to respond like that. “What?” she murmured, still avoiding your gaze.

“I liked you too,” you said, your words coming out easily now, like you’d been wanting to say them for longer than you realized. “Even before I knew it was you. And yeah, I guess I hated you a little too, but it was more like I hated how much I... liked you.”

Karina’s breath caught in her throat, her face flushing a deep red as her eyes locked onto yours for the first time since she’d run out of the café. She opened her mouth to say something, but the words never came. Instead, there was a long, charged pause, one where neither of you knew exactly what to do or say next. Her chest rose and fell quickly as if she were still struggling to breathe, and in that moment, you both felt it the weight of everything unspoken between you, the tension, the closeness.

Before either of you could chicken out or let the awkwardness swallow you, you leaned in. It was almost instinctive, like your body had made the decision for you, and you couldn’t stop it. You pressed your lips to hers, the kiss soft at first, like a question, a testing of waters neither of you had dared to explore.

Karina froze for a split second, her body stiff, before she finally relaxed into it, kissing you back with a desperation that you hadn’t expected. It wasn’t perfect. It was messy, uncoordinated, but it felt... right. Like this was the thing both of you had been waiting for, but hadn’t known how to take the first step. It was raw and full of feelings neither of you could articulate in words. Every second of it was electric, and as you pulled away, you both stood there, breathless and flushed, staring at each other.

Karina was the first to speak, her voice uncharacteristically small as she mumbled, “This doesn’t mean I like you at school.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, the sound light and carefree as you teased her, nudging her shoulder with yours. “Come on, girlfriend,” you said, a grin tugging at your lips as you grabbed her hand and started walking down the street, your fingers intertwined in a way that felt surprisingly natural.

Karina huffed in protest, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she gave you a sideways glance, her face still flushed and a little sheepish. “I don’t know if I’m ready for this,” she muttered, but there was no conviction in her words. Her fingers tightened around yours, betraying the soft smile on her face.

“You don’t have to be ready,” you said with a shrug, pulling her along a little faster. “We’ve been doing this ‘I like you’ thing for two months now. No going back.”

She gave you a half-hearted glare, but there was a hint of amusement in her eyes. “You’re lucky I like you too,” she said, her voice quiet but soft.

You squeezed her hand, grinning like an idiot as you walked down the street together. It was awkward, sure, but it was also... exactly what you both needed. And even though Karina still had that slightly uncomfortable look on her face, you could tell she was starting to relax, starting to let herself enjoy this new chapter with you. You weren’t enemies anymore, not in the same way at least. And who knows? Maybe this whole thing was just the beginning of something more than either of you had expected.

But for now, as you walked side by side, both of you awkwardly giddy and still trying to process everything that had just happened.

#aespa x reader #aespa fluff #aespa x fem reader #aespa #aespa fanfic #aespa x you #aespa karina x reader #aespa karina #karina x you #karina x reader #karina fluff #karina fanfic #yu jimin x you #yu jimin x reader #yu jimin #yu jimin fluff

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ts19009 · 6 months ago

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Seventeen Fic Rec's Part 4

(CONTAINS SMUT AND MATURE SUBJECT MATTER)

(Bold title means favorite)

(UPDATED: February 24th, 2025)

OT13

subtle svt dating.@xinganhao

PEDAL TO THE METAL (series masterlist) @diamonddaze01 (Welcome to the world of F1, where the cars go fast, the stakes go higher, and the drama never lifts off the throttle. Seventeen rules the grid—from precision strategies to podium glory. Whether it’s navigating a hairpin turn or a tricky love confession, the tension is always at maximum revs. So tighten your harness and adjust your visors—this isn’t just a race; it’s the ride of a lifetime.)

the lords who loved me (series masterlist) @amourcheol (smut, fluff, angst, bridgerton! au, regency au! for certain fics -> friends with benefits! au, opposites attract! au, sunshine x grumpy! au, slow burn! au, forbidden love! au, enemies to lovers! au)

what 2 am with them looks like @cxffecoupx

The Syndicates Collection @sailorsoons (this collection contains individual fics with each member of SVT paired with a different reader that occur in the same universe/AU and timeline. Each story is a stand alone, but three of them do have a connected/overarching plot. You do not need to read all of them to understand what’s going on, and all of the fics can be read as standalone one shots.)

Mingyu

Dessert First @highvern (baker! mingyu, wedding planner!YN, fluff, smut, angst, exes to lovers)

Cinnamon @daechwitatamic (You finally decide to try and move on after years of waiting for Mingyu to return your feelings. But when you start bringing your new boyfriend around more often, things with Mingyu get... difficult.)

Sunsets In December @nerdycheol (architect major!mingyu x literature major!f reader)

the budget @fxstpace (photography student!kim mingyu x art student!fem!reader)

lost in the west @starlightkyeom (fake dating (kind of), friends to lovers, holiday!au | fluff, smut, romance)

What they think @priisprii (idol au, Sugar daddy!Mingyu x sugar baby!reade)

So High School @lavnderwonu (fiancé!mingyu x pregnant!fem!reader)

HOW SWEET @hannieehaee (enemies to lovers, pining, one sided crush that becomes two sided!, afab reader, smut, teasing, semi public sex (its done in a public establishment but no one is there), breast play, food play (frosting on tits basically), fingering, handjob, penetrative sex, etc.)

flashing lights masterlist @gyuhao5 (model!minghao x f!assistant!reader x actor!mingyu)

EIGHT FIRST DATES @minkieater (maybe boys your age just weren’t your thing. after a sudden lunch date, you were already half convinced the search was over— had you found the man you were bringing to your family’s thanksgiving? how will chan take the news?)

Love Me Out Loud @twogyuu (Kim Mingyu was your first, but to him, he was for sure you were his endgame. One year out from university, no one expected you to be dating the former campus heartthrob. It's why you had to hide it from everyone – Mingyu's 14.5K Instagram followers, at least. However, the return of your childhood best friend Kim Taehyung to Seoul for a wedding, forces Mingyu to rethink the secrecy of your whole relationship. )

second servings @diamonddaze01(It’s safe to say that this Thanksgiving has been a rousing success)

sage & stardust @smileysuh (Fairy au, fantasy au, non idol. )

A Helping Hand - Part Two @idyllic-ghost (office worker!Mingyu x office worker!fem!reader Genre: office romance, enemies to lovers, fluff, angst, smut, coworkers-with-benefits)

Sit Down @gyuswhore (getting aroused by the other's jealousy/obsession with them, "Could he/she/they do it like this?”, “you're sexy when you're angry”)

Glass Towers @mr-cha-n (fluff, angst, smut, architect AU)

Sex Education @svtiddiess (In all your years of education you learned that there are many methods to study: flashcards, study groups, the pomodoro method etc. But you find that practice is better than theory. And what better way to study Biology than practice with your study buddy?)

the very first night @fxstpace (romance, angst, smut, exes to lovers!au, roommates!au)

Warm welcome @cherry-hulu (Nothing like a warm welcome for Mingyu after a stressful day at work. Warnings: Ceo!KMG x Sugar baby!reader)

so high school | kmg | part 2 @cherriegyuu (when you’re suddenly thrown in Mingyu’s direction, you have no choice but to stay by his side, and maybe it’s not as bad as you think)

Wonwoo

hanging by a moment @haologram (t's been a few years since you've been home for your birthday, and wonwoo can't wait to see you...right?)

Sucker For You @honeyhae-svt (smut, romance, humor, slice of life, wonwoo x reader, college au, slow burn to fast burn, mutual pining, friends to lovers, cockwarming, gamer wonwoo, subtle dominance, light degradation, reader insert, cute dynamics, playful teasing, soft/dom wonwoo, loser!wonwoo x popular!reader.)

Through the Lens @mr-cha-n (Smut, fluff, photographer x model AU)

BOYFRIEND WONWOO ˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ @seokmn

Born Superhero @thedensworld (Started as clueless father to superhero, watch how Wonwoo grow as a father... And a husband.)

never leave this bed @straylightdream (husband!jeon wonwoo x curvy!f.reader)

Love under a Microscope @whitesugarbaybee (Pathologist!Wonwoo x pathologist fem!reader Genre: Doctor au, shefellfirst-he fell harder, crack, fluff)

Sold For A Soul @tusswrites (making bargains with the devil in exchange for a chance to glory. lies, deception and uncovered feelings in a world of glitz and glam.)

Steam IV @highvern (ATLA au, enemies(?) to lovers, forbidden romance, royalty au)

1-800-got-stress @seokminfilm (non-idol au, college/professor au, slight romance (?), english professor wonwoo x teacher's assistant reader, tiny sprinkles of humor, one-sided crush (?), wonwoo is very dense when it comes to reader's romantic feelings (not really though), reader still loves him anyways, cute ending??)

In Front of Me (1) @wonustars (bestfriends to (?), angst, smut (R: 18+ mdni))

ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴛᴡɪɴᴇᴅ -- ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪɴ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ (pt 2) @shuastar (ᴀʀᴄʜᴅᴜᴋᴇ!ᴡᴏɴᴡᴏᴏ x ᴀʀᴄʜᴅᴜᴄʜᴇꜱꜱ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ) I'm obsessed with this one.

Heart of the Sea @highvern (angst, romance, adventure, pirate!au, royalty!au)

king of my heart @strawberrynamjoon (soulmates au?, non idol au)

Sweetest thing @sailorrhansol (Dad!Wonwoo x Mom!reader For the first Halloween in years, you and Wonwoo are able to enjoy it together without the kids. When you feel a little nervous about your costume, Wonwoo is determined to show you that you’ve always been the sweetest thing. )

after the seminar @smileysuh (sugar daddy Wonwoo, gentleman in the streets/softdom in the sheets, reader doesn't want to make choices, daddy/control kink, fingering, multiple orgasms, oral, blow job, deep throating, dirty talk, praise, masturbation, unprotected sex, holding hands while fucking, implied breeding/fullness kink, etc… I pet names: (hers) honey. (his) daddy.)

Joshua

all the petty scenes & all the pretty things @starlightkyeom ((one-sided) enemies to lovers, strangers to lovers (kinda) | smut & fluff)

Streak @wonwootattoo (it doesn't give a description, but know I loved this one)

not according to plan | hjs @starlightkyeom(fake dating, strangers to friends to ?? | fluff, slight angst, smut)

I (do)n't need you Pt. 1 @thestraybunny (Inspired by 2 minus 1 by Vernon and Joshua.It's been seven months since you and Joshua broke up, and you are still convincing yourselves that you don't need each other.)

royally screwed [m] @husbandhoshi ( between remembering last night’s party and pleasing your unrelenting family, you think being a princess is hard enough. then you’re thrust into an arranged marriage to royal darling joshua hong—straight-laced, infuriatingly obedient, and everything you’re not. pretending to be the perfect couple? impossible.)

love thy neighbor @junkissed (fwb! neighbor!joshua x f reader)

Lies and Butterflies @bluehoodiewoozi (fake dating au; mostly fluff.)

𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 @yerimacoustic (after the princess falls mysteriously ill, joshua, born with powers no one else in the palace knows about, becomes her caretaker.)

in a span of three months @viastro (in which you teach joshua how to live.)

Catalyst @hwanghyunjinenthusiast (A trip to your brother and niece's brings feelings your husband has been shoving down for months to the surface.)

Juno @shuafiles (one of me is cute, but two though? give it to me baby)

Jeonghan

don’t you want me, baby? — yjh @seungkw1 (80s au, romance, humor)

sweet monday afternoons @straylightdream (nonidol, linecook! jeonghan, waitress/baker!reader)

Merger & Acquisition (Of My Heart) @mr-cha-n(Jeonghan thought navigating corporate mergers was hard—turns out, navigating corporate mergers with his ex is harder.)

storm @tonicandjins (fluff, married life)

i'll always say it's you ; yoon jeonghan @junplusone (childhood best friends to ??? to ???, swearing, drinking (+ underage), talk of joshua and cheol's arm muscles, mention of drugs in a joke like once i think, caffeine addiction, peak delusion, jeonghan cheating in games as always, hella yearning)

reverse uno @twogyuu (Fluff, dad!jeonghan, mom!reader, uncle!wonwoo)

the gambit —- y.jh @miniseokminnies 9enemies to lovers, rivals to lovers, 1960s au, university au, chess club president!jeonghan, club member!yn)

fated strut- pt. i @beomcoups (greek god!Jeonghan x model!reader)

daylight @kpopflowerfield (jeonghan is moving on from a heartbreak, starting again and making every experience feel new with you.)

Minghao

muddled hearts 🍹 x.mh @haologram (artender!xu minghao x fem!waitress!reader | side pairings: restaurant owners!jeongcheol ; bartender!seungkwan x waiter!hansol ; chef!mingyu x hostess!tzuyu (twice))

the xu minghao dilemma @shuaflix(fluff, humor, suggestive, coffee shop au, college au, childhood friends to lovers au)

\caught in bloom, caught on you @wheeboo (in which you find yourself becoming a regular𑁋or perhaps more than that𑁋at minghao's flower shop.)

lost in translation ♾️ @ylangelegy (translator/interpreter!reader, idiots in love, yearning!!!, hurt/comfort, confessions. alcohol consumption, reader gets a [minor] surgery)

Seokmin

Hint. Hint. HINT!!! @nerdycheol (College AU, Fluff, Mutual Pining, Oblivious Crush)

smooth operator @ylangelegy (f1 racer!seokmin x ferrari race engineer!reader)

break your heart right back @kyeomszone (lovers to exes mingyu. rough sex. model! mingyu. cheating. baseball player! dokyeom. penetrative sex. gentle sex. body worship. oral sex (fem receiving). overstimulation. fem reader.)

Totally Scrooged @highvern (neighbor!au, idiots to lovers, fluff/angst/smut)

triple-dog dare @eoieopda (childhood best friends to lovers)

because even then, i knew @catboyieejeno (non idol! seokmin x reader, stanger to lovers / kdrama au)

The Somerset Affair | Chapter 2: When the Music Stops @diamonddaze01 (Bridgerton AU, friends to (?????) to eventual lovers, brother’s best friend, SLOWWWW BURNNN)

assumptions @seokminfilm (major league baseball player!seokmin, popular x nobody,)

Chan

between you and me @haologram (holiday au. bffs to exes to lovers (what a doozy); angst, fluff, smut.)

Chapter One: How to Not Get Stabbed @mr-cha-n (action, smut, angst, fluff, superhero AU)

Kwon Soonyoung

Beggin' On My Knees @highvern (After another run in with the law, you come to terms with the fact your friends might be right about your fiancé.)

Espresso @highvern (dom/sub dynamics (switches back and forth), public fondling/exhibitionism, dry humping, fingering, breath play, oral sex (all the kinds), swallowing, spitting, degradation (reader calls herself a slut, hoshi has a moral dilemma about it), spanking, vaginal sex, anal sex, unprotected sex, double penetration, sex toys (butt plug, dildo))

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3rdgymbros · 8 months ago

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━ 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐑𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐬 𝐀𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐰 !

— pairing; vil schoenheit x ramshackle! reader

— summary; you throw rocks at his window, and vil expects a love confession, not whatever this is.

— notes; this was fun to write hehe. please donate to my kofi or consider commissioning me if you like my work bc im broke and need cash. and know that i am mentally smooching everyone who reblogs my stuff.

❋ It’s almost midnight, and you’re panicking.

❋ You can’t remember if Professor Crewel assigned homework, and you aren’t keen to be on the receiving end of his whip if you’ve forgotten to complete his assignments.

❋ Grim is absolutely no help (big surprise) and none of your other classmates can remember if there’s homework. Naturally, you figure that if anyone would know, it’s Vil, the epitome of discipline.

❋ Which is how you find yourself standing outside his window and throwing rocks to get his attention, like a medieval messenger.

❋ Inside, Vil’s thoroughly absorbed with his intricate skincare routine. He’s got the heater turned on, he’s wearing his favourite pink silk robe, and the lovely scent of lavender aroma oil fills the luxurious space.

❋ Initially, he assumes the tapping is just a stray branch. But when it doesn't stop, he finally gets up to investigate, his face twisted up into a scowl by the interruption at such a late hour.

❋ But when he looks out the window and sees you standing there with a handful of pebbles, Vil immediately assumes that it’s some grand, romantic gesture. He sighs dramatically, envisioning himself in a scene straight out of a classic romance movie.

❋ “Of course, someone would confess to me this way. Such effort deserves acknowledgment.”

❋ Critically, Vil surveys his reflection in the mirror. Once he’s satisfied with what he sees, he throws open the window with a grand flourish. The night breeze tousles his hair perfectly and a soft glow from his bedside lamp casts him in an ethereal light as he leans down, ready to hear your impassioned plea.

❋ “Hey, Vil! Do you remember if Professor Crewel gave us homework today? ’Cause I didn’t write it down . . .”

❋ The silence that follows is deafening. Vil blinks. Once. Twice.

❋ He’s not sure whether he heard that right. But you’re staring up at him so expectantly, looking completely unromantic. He’s envisioned a poetic declaration or to be stolen away in the dead of the night by his admirer, but no — he’s apparently nothing but a glorified assignment planner to you.

❋ “You threw rocks at my window this late at night . . . To ask me about your homework?” His voice is all clipped elegance, though internally, he’s seething. But externally . . . His face is turning a shade of red that could even rival Riddle’s.

❋ Oblivious to his growing rage, you blink up at him. “Well, yeah. It’s fine if you don’t know either, I figure I can —"

❋ Vil’s face instantly goes from expectant to offended, a mix of disbelief and exasperation clouding his features. The sheer audacity of interrupting his evening routine for something so mundane makes a vein throb in his temple.

❋ Without another word, he slams the window shut without answering your question.

❋ The sound of the lock clicking is so loud it echoes in the quiet night.

❋ “— Ask Epel instead?”

❋ When it becomes clear that Vil’s not coming back out anytime soon, you decide to head to Epel’s room (they live in the same dorm anyway, and you’re already here).

❋ Back inside his room, Vil is pacing furiously. He’s not sure what bothers him more: the lack of romance in this situation or the fact that you didn’t even seem remotely flustered at the sight of his dishevelled beauty.

❋ “Who even does that?!” He mutters, reapplying his eye cream aggressively.

❋ Out of the corner of his eye, Vil watches as you shuffle off into the night, not even pleading for his forgiveness before you go, or begging for another glimpse of his face.

❋ The absolute gall of you.

#vil schoenheit x reader #vil schoenheit fluff #vil schoenheit imagines #vil schoenheit headcanons #vil schoenheit x you #vil schoenheit #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twisted wonderland reader insert #twst imagines #twst headcanons #twisted wonderland headcanons #twisted wonderland imagines

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wosospacegirl · 2 months ago

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legally binding

Alexa is starting to get angry at the orphanage after hearing the little girl's stories and wants to report the orphanage for not taking proper care of the children and mistreatment.

Little blurb for the legally binding universe

Oh, this definitely happens.

The kid just trauma dumps stuff that happened there out of NOWHERE, and each time alexia just very stealthily records what she's saying and then sends it to Pedro, her lawyer, so she can have actual evidence.

Then, one day, the kids are taken off of there by the authorities, and alexia just sits down with her kid, and she's like. "Your friends are moving, yeah? The police didn't think that that place was fit for them"

And the kid, because she's a child, creates a plan in her head....

"Alexia!!! Are you saying that they are going to be living here!?? With us :D?"

Alexia just blinks.

"Oh, that's so nice!! one of them can sleep in my room, we can fit two others in the sofa and oh–"

the kid smiles and points at alexia, who is still very much processing everything that's happening.

"–we can fit like FIVE other kids in YOUR bed! That's so nice of you, Ale!"

The mention of Alexia’s bed made Alexia finally snap.

"MY BED?" alexia said, holding the bridge of her nose. "What are you talking about?! No kid is going to be living here!"

The girl clearly got disappointed.

"Why not?" :(

"Because–" Then alexia poits at the coffee table, filled with the kids' crayons, then at the door, where the kid always leaves her dirty shoes. "–look at this place! It's a mess already with just one kid... you! I can't take care of more."

"But i think you can do it :D" the kid said, trying to show some support. "You take very good care of me!"

"We missed your school's recital because I forgot to take you."

"It's ok, i don't like dancing anyway."

"I forgot you at that sponsor dinner the other night... had to come back and take you home...."

"The food was good, I didn't mind."

"I forgot to add your dentist appointment to my planner and ended up not taking you."

"Oh you didn't forgot to add it..." the kid said. "I was the one who erased it."

Alexia just stared.

"You did what?" She asked angrily.

The kid realised what she had just confessed.

"Uhmm.... I mean–"

"You are in so much trouble."

"Alexia!" The kid said, taking one step closer, wrapping her arms around Alexia's torso. "Stop lecturing me...think about the orphans!! :("

"Oh you won't get away from this," Alexia said, but also wrapped her arms around the kid. "Just one hug and then you’re going straight to the time out corner."

"Time out corner?! I'm twelve, not three."

"Do you prefer that or not going to train at La masia tomorrow?"

The kid stayed quiet.

Wrote this on my phone because I'm at my uni restaurant. I don't have Google Docs to spell check things for me right now. Ignore any typos.

#woso x reader #woso fanfic #legally binding #to write

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playfulpawing · 1 year ago

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Can we talk about how significant it is that Charles basically asks Edwin to give him some time?

Edwin's a planner. Each step thought of over and over before it's even performed. He truly mulls over his feelings before acting on them (in the rare occasion he's actually forced to).

But Charles is impulsive. If it feels right he's going with it. He decides to stay with Edwin on basically a whim, a fact that confounds Edwin so much that he comments on it in his little 'you can't just act however you feel' speech.

But this. This confession, this relationship, this feeling is too important. He needs to make a plan, mull it over. Fall into Edwin's traditional role.

He can't lose Edwin, so he has to be sure that he truly romantically loves him. So he forces himself not to make the impulsive move. This in itself is an act of love.

#dead boy detectives #charles rowland #edwin payne

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My Best Friend's Wedding {Javi Gutierrez x F!Reader}

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 18.5k

Warnings: Flirting, set ups by best friends, hook up, closet sex, wedding sex, unprotected sex, Javi G is dirty and you love it, oral sex (female receiving), mentions of extreme wealth, dating

Comments: Coming in for your best friend's wedding, you meet Javi Gutierrez, her new husband's best friend. Best Man and Maid of Honor for the evening leading to something you never expected.

A/N: HEAVILY influenced by the trailer for Materalists

Co-written with @storiesofthefandomlovers

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“Oh my God. Where are the flowers? My bouquet?” Your best friend, Ruby, asks in a panic as she looks around the bridal suite. “They are here.” You gesture to the table behind her where the flowers are waiting for her. She sighs in relief and you grin, walking over to her now that she’s in her gown. “You look gorgeous. He’s gonna know he hit the jackpot.” You coo, reaching for her shaking hands. “Thanks. I - I’m so glad you’re here.” She confesses and you smile, “wouldn’t be anywhere else.” You nearly didn’t make it. Coming home from working in L.A had meant a delayed flight made you miss the rehearsal dinner but you flew in on the red eye, exhausted by ready to stand by your friend's side as she marries the man she loves. “Did you meet Javi?” She asks and you shake your head, “not yet. You mentioned he was coming back from L.A too?” She nods, “he’s a screenwriter. Became a producer. He’s big over there but he lives in New York.” She reminds you and you snort, “he clearly didn’t come in on the same flight as me.” Ruby bites her lip, smothering her chuckle, “yeah. He doesn’t really worry about delays.” You roll your eyes, “lucky bastard. I’ll meet him when I walk down the aisle.” You giggle, “now…let’s put on the finishing touches and get you married!” You declare and the other bridesmaids squeal their excitement.

Javi watches as Aaron paces nervously around the groom’s suite. A little jealous of the love and excitement that is shining in his friend’s eyes. Today he is marrying the love of his life and Javi couldn’t even bring a date. Well, he could have, but no one with substance. No one that wants him beyond that wallet he has in his tuxedo pocket. He chuckles and moves over to the groom, stopping him mid pace to adjust his bow tie and flowers that are pinned to his lapel. “Never imagined this day when we were in boarding school together.” He admits with a smile. “Lucky bastard.”

Aaron nods, “aren’t I? She’s - I’m so fucking in love with her I feel like I’m gonna puke right now.” He confesses, “and I have only drank one beer.” The other groomsmen tried to get him to have a shot or two but Aaron refused and Javi put a stop to it, wanting the groom to be sober when he says “I do.” The wedding planner appears moments later and grins when she says “it’s time boys.” Javi pats Aaron on the chest and the groom inhales deeply before making his way through the halls to the doors that lead to the nave. The doors open to expose the crowd and Aaron smiles and waves to his friends and family as he makes his way down the aisle to wait for his bride to make her entrance. “Any minute now.” Javi murmurs, embroidered handkerchief ready for his friend. He knows he will have tears when he sees Ruby.

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You fumble with your flowers, checking the bride over and she looks at you, hands shaking a little. “You’re gorgeous. He’s definitely going to cry.” You tease and she scoffs playfully, “he’d better.” You chuckle and she steps back to stand with her father just as the wedding planner cues the music. The bridesmaids line up and you wink at Ruby before you make your way down the long aisle to where Aaron is waiting for her.

Javi watches with a smile on his face as the bridesmaids file down the aisle. He met all but the maid of honor. Ruby had been worried that you might miss the entire wedding, so much so that Javi had honestly thought she was going to be sick. You come into sight and he’s struck by how beautiful you are, a vision in the soft pink dresses that Ruby had chosen for her bridesmaids. Accent by glittery ruby pendant necklaces that had been her gifts to her best friends for being there on her special day.

You take your position at the end of the line of bridesmaids and your eyes drift over to Javi, the best man you’ve yet to meet, and holy shit. Ruby never mentioned how hot he is. You’ve always been weak for men that can pull off a mustache. You shuffle in your heels, trying to focus back on the wedding and not how much you want to jump the best man. You don’t know much about him but you know he’s gorgeous. He offers you a smile and a small wave that has you melting and you wave back, “hi.” You mouth just as the song changes and Ruby begins to make her entrance.

It’s hard to drag his gaze away from you, but Ruby and Aaron deserve this moment. They have waited for it for so long and he turns to watch the bride make her way down the aisle towards his best friend. Aaron chokes out a small sob and Javi is right there, quietly pressing the handkerchief into his palm.

You have tears in your eyes as you watch Aaron’s reaction to Ruby. You sniff, taking her flowers and you grin, ridiculously happy for her. They’ve been planning this wedding for so long and you’ve helped her with every detail. Spending nights on FaceTime while you worked overseas or across the country. You can’t believe they are finally getting married. You watch them join hands and focus on them as they go through the ceremony while crying, laughing, and finally kissing when the priest declares them husband and wife.

Javi claps and laughs happily as Aaron makes a loud whoop of happiness, lifting his and Ruby’s entangled hands up in the air. The happy couple sprints down the aisle and now Javi gets to approach you and offer his arm. “So you are the elusive best friend.” He jokes as you take his arm and the two of you quickly follow behind the bride and groom to rush to take photos.

You chuckle as you stride down the aisle, “busy more than elusive. I nearly didn’t make it because of a delay at LAX but I would’ve hired a private jet if I could’ve to make sure I was here for them.” You joke, “it’s nice to finally meet you, Javi.” You offer him a soft smile as you walk through the church doors and onto the street where the cars are waiting to take you to the reception but not before you are whisked off for photos.

Javi sits next to you as you ride through the streets and wonders why you weren’t at the engagement party. “What do you do?” He asks, twisting his body towards you. “That keeps you on the road so much?”

He’s so handsome and he oozes charm in a way that makes your skin tingle. It’s alarming how charismatic he is, dark eyes soft and focused on you. “I’m a photographer. Mainly I do photography for sets…like movies, tv shows. Takes me all over the place.” You confess, “but it’s my passion. Even if it means I pay for a New York apartment that I barely use.” You chuckle, “what about you? Ruby said you were just in L.A?”

He is surprised and delighted that you work adjacent to his own field. Even if you don’t recognize him, that’s even better for him. He nods. “Visitng the west coast reminds me of home.” He explains. “My family is from Mallorca, we lived right on the cliffs overlooking the Balearic Seas.”

You smile, enjoying the look on his face as he thinks of his home. "I've never been but I hear it's gorgeous." You look down at his hands, noticing the lack of a ring, and you bite your lip, "you came to the wedding without a plus one too?"

“No date.” He shakes his head and chuckles. “Although a certain member of the wedding party has been talked about continuously.” He admits, leaning closer and grinning mischievously. “I think our friends were hoping we might have a spark.”

You snort, nodding, "oh yes. The bride has not stopped talking about the handsome best man and...and I don't think she was exaggerating about how handsome he is." You confess, "they were definitely plotting to hook us up today."

His eyes sparkle and he takes your compliment to heart. “Perhaps we should indulge them?” He ponders. “It is their wedding day. It should be exactly what they wish.”

You haven't had sex in a while...not since your last boyfriend broke up with you because you were gone too much for work. Javier is sexy and charming - you could definitely do worse to break your dry spell. "Let's see how the day goes. A girl needs a little wooing." You tease, winking at him despite knowing you're definitely going to fuck him later.

He can agree with that, smirking slightly as he picks up your hand and kisses the back of it softly. “And wooed you shall be.” He promises.

Your skin tingles from where he kissed you and you lean back into the seat, knowing this wedding is going to be fun with Javier at your side. You arrive at the reception, a beautiful building that will also be the setting for the photos and Javier opens the door, holding his hand out to you to help you out of the car. "What a gentleman." You coo and he chuckles, "most of the time." You giggle and his hand is on your lower back as he guides you into the building where the bride and groom are waiting.

The venue is opulent, gorgeously decorated and Javi is impressed by the choices Aaron and Ruby have made for this. “Shall we get a drink once we ‘arrive’?” He asks. “What is your drink of choice?”

You like how he hovers close and you tilt your head towards him after you admire the decor. Months of Facetime discussions between you and Ruby now come to life and it's perfect. "Champagne." You smile, "or prosecco. I don't mind. Anything bubbly."

“Anything bubbly.” He repeats, making note of that. “I think that we can take care of that.” He guides you over to the doorway so you can take your place behind the other bridesmaids and groomsmen, the bridal party entering before the happy couple. He notices your dress is caught and he stops you. “Wait” he tells you, bending down to gently untangle your dress so you don’t trip or rip the bottom.

Your heart flutters as he kneels down in front of you to untangle your dress. “Truly you’re a gentleman, Javi.” You smile, taking his arm that he offers you after he stands up straight. The band plays the entrance music and you grin as you enter the reception to cheers and applause.

The table for the bridal party is just off to the side of the bride and groom’s table so he leads you towards it. Finding your names on the placards, he smirks to himself as he notices that they put the two of you next to one another. Once you set down your bouquet, the DJ announces that the guest should stand for the introduction of Mr. and Mrs. Aaron Rodriguez.

You turn and clap, cheering as your friends make their grand entrance. You feel Javier next to you as he whistles and claps, making your stomach twist with lust for the best man. It’s a cliche but you know you won’t be able to resist him tonight. The happy couple walk in and over to the dance floor, the band changing the song to a slow love song that Ruby had changed her mind on a thousand times until Aaron reminded her of a song that played on their first date. It was romantic and immediately melted your best friend. “They look so in love.” You murmur, clasping your hands together on your chest.

“I’m jealous.” Javi admits. “Not of them personally, but for what they have.” He watches them gaze into each other’s eyes, only focused on each other while the entire room is watching them. “They love each other, are committed to each other and now they are going to build their life together.”

You nod, shifting your hand to his upper arm, feeling how strong he is under his beautifully tailored suit. “I know.” You sigh softly, “it’s so hard to find someone in this day and age. Hell, I’ve tried every dating app there is, even considered a matchmaker, but I’ll know him when I find him.” You smile, watching Aaron kiss Ruby softly, and you turn to see Javi looking at you. His dark eyes burn into yours and your mouth is dry. You barely know him but he’s sending you into a frenzy.

The dance comes to an end and the clapping pulls his attention away. “We should probably get that drink.” He admits, voice a little raspy with an emotion that he shouldn’t voice right now.

You nod, your throat dry from watching your friends dance and they make their way over to the sweetheart table while Javi tells you to sit down and he will get your drink. You nod, thanking him, and watching as he walks off, disappearing through the throngs of people. “Goddamn.” Aly, one of your fellow bridesmaids and sister to the groom comments, “you look like you’re in love.” You scoff, turning to look at her, “I’ve only just met him.” She smirks, leaning closer, “well he looks like he wants to eat you up and I know Javi, he isn’t one to make moves for no reason. Trust me, I should know.” You bite your lip, wondering if you’re enough for him when Aly is available. Maybe he’s interested in her. She’s gorgeous and from generational wealth and she has known Javier most of her life.

Javi turns towards the room after he orders the champagne Aaron had ordered for the day. It’s an especially good vintage and had been flown in from France. Spotting you talking to Aly. When you glance his way, he smiles and gives you a little wave, hoping that Aly isn’t telling you too much about him. He would much rather develop this relationship naturally.

When he waves, you can’t help but wave back. He is so handsome, you can’t even believe that he seems interested in you. Aly is soon distracted by one of the groomsmen, and you sit there watching the crowd until Javier returns with your glass of champagne. “You are a godsend.“ You groan when you take the glass from his hand, his thick fingers brushing yours. His answering smile makes your heartbeat flutter and he sits down beside you before he turns towards you and says, “a toast, to new love and old love.” You smile and clink your glass against his before you take a sip of your drink.

Javi watches you, admiring the way your neck tilts back as the bubbly champagne slides down your throat. The lipstick you are wearing leaves a smudge on the glass and he can’t help but wish that same color was on his lips from your kisses. “So after the wedding, where are you off to next?” He asks, putting his own champagne down after a sip and leaning in to listen to you.

You set your glass down, “I’m here actually. I’m covering some movies being filmed in the city.” You love how he tilts his head and crosses his legs. “What about you? Any trips to L.A planned?”

“I was planning on spending a little time in the city myself.” He admits and opens his hands slightly. “Work.” He shrugs. “I should be back in L.A in a month or two.”

You nod, glad that he’s not jetting off around the world, “what do you do for work?” He rubs his jaw, looking away from you for a moment before his dark eyes meet yours. “I’m a writer.” Your eyebrows raise, “wow. Like novels or television?” You inquire and he smiles, “whatever I can get my hands on.” He says vaguely and you hum, realizing that he probably doesn’t want to talk about work at his best friend’s wedding. The food is now being served and you sit properly, watching the bridal party take their seats as you wait for your dinner selection. “What did you pick?” You ask Javi and he smirks, “the steak. Obviously.” You chuckle, “I got the chicken.”

“Chicken is good.” He would rather the steak, but the servers start to deliver the meals. So he leans back and glances around the room. “Hopefully the reception is just as lovely as the wedding.” He offers. “Are they doing the traditional bouquet toss and garter toss?” He asks you.

You nod as you pick up your glass of champagne, “yes. She wanted everything to be really traditional. I like it. I prefer things that are timeless.” You confess, “and Ruby felt the same.” You glance around at the gorgeous reception, the center pieces you helped her choose alongside her mom. The food soon arrives and everyone in the bridal party table is talking about the after party once the happy couple have taken their leave. “We could go to a club.” Aly suggests and you snort, “we’d have to change.” She nods in agreement and soon, the DJ is announcing the speeches. “I’m up first.” You inhale deeply, nervous for the speech. “You’re going to be great.” Javier promises and you nod, exhaling shakily as you grab your notes. You make your way to stand next to the bride and groom, taking the microphone. “I first met Ruby when we were eight and one of the first things we talked about was what we wanted our weddings to look like.” You smile, looking at your best friend, “the flowers, the dress, the cake…we just didn’t know who the groom would be. Well, I think she found the perfect groom too. Aaron, I couldn’t ask for a better husband for my best friend. A best friend for my best friend. I am still waiting for my wedding day…painfully single so the only cake I’m picking is the slice of the day from Whole Foods.” You joke and the crowd chuckles, “but I’m so happy to see you enjoying the day we planned so many years ago. In fact, it’s better than we planned. I wish you both all the happiness in the world. To Aaron and Ruby.” You toast, holding your champagne glass up.

“To Aaron and Ruby!” Javi joins the rest of the crowd in the toast and takes a sip before he stands up to make his own speech. Straightening his tuxedo jacket and smiling at you as he walks up to the microphone. He leans in and gives you a small hug and kisses your cheek before you go to sit back down. “The maid of honor had the perfect speech so I will just say…..ditto.” He jokes, making the audience laugh before he shifts and rubs his nose. “I’ve known Aaron for a long time. We met in boarding school. God, what a time.” He snorts. “But he had a plan for survival. He had a plan for everything it seems. Aaron has always known what he wanted. Ever since we were little boys. He always knew he wanted to build skyscrapers and he does.” He smiles at his friend, nodding at him in approval. “He always knew that he wanted to travel the world, which he has.” He sighs softly. “And most importantly, he always knew he wanted to marry the perfect woman for him and live happily ever after. Just like it’s a Disney movie.” He looks at Ruby and smiles. “And that’s what he’s done today. He’s married a woman that is completely perfect for him and as jealous as I am to say this, today is the first day of happily ever after.” He holds up his glass. “To happily ever after and all the joy it can bring you.”

You lift your glass, eyes a little glassy from the emotions of his speech and you hug him when he returns to your table. “That was incredible.” You compliment him, taking your seats to watch the other speeches. You watch the wedding planner grab a chair and bring it to the dance floor, the singer announcing the garter toss and Aaron takes Ruby’s hand to guide her over to the dance floor and lets her sit down. She looks mortified as he kneels, ducking under her dress to find the garter. The crowd whistles and cheers when he finds it and the singer calls all the single men to the dance floor.

“I guess that means I have to go.” He sighs as he puts down his drink, but there’s a smirk on his face as he stands. “See you in a minute after I catch it.” He promises with a wink before he’s joining the other men in the middle of the floor.

You can’t believe that he is single. He’s funny, handsome, smart, and unbelievably sexy from what you have known of him so far. You watch him as he strides onto the dance floor and the singer counts down for Aaron to throw the garter into the crowd of men behind him. You watch as Javier‘s hand comes up above the crowd, victorious smile on his face, and you clap for him. The crowd whistles and cheers, and Javier turns to you and winks, making your heart flutter once again. He comes over to you, garter in hand, and you giggle, “ I can’t believe you caught it!“ Javier grins, wanting to give it back to Aaron as he tucks it into his jacket, “You’re up next.“ You nod and watch as Ruby prepares to throw her bouquet. The wedding singer calls up the single ladies and you place yourself in the crowd, watching Ruby wink to you as she turns and prepares to throw the flowers over her head. You don’t really fight for them but within a blink of an eye, they land in your hands and your jaw drops.

Javi sticks his fingers in his mouth and whistles before clapping and cheering with the rest of the ballroom. “If the best man - who caught the garter - will come forward,” The dj’s tone is amused and warm, “it’s time to claim your dance with the maid of honor, coincidentally the catcher of the bouquet.” Javi chuckles, wondering if somehow this has been set up as he stands and makes his way out to where you are standing with the bouquet.

You fluster, handing the bouquet back to Ruby who is beaming as Javier walks over to you and holds his hand out which you take. You inhale sharply when he pulls you close as the music starts. Your hand in his as your other hand grips his shoulder. Your heart pounds as his cologne hits your nose as he starts to sway you.

“Fancy seeing you here.” He teases, a broad smile on his face as he moves you around the dance floor. You fit perfectly in his arms. You giggle slightly and he finds it charming. “Do you think they planned this too? Or is it just the stars aligning tonight?”

“It definitely seems like the universe wants to put us together.” You hum, watching as other couples join you on the dance floor after the singer announces it and you lean into him a little more, “it’s like a movie.” You confess, knowing you’ve watched more than your fair share of rom coms.

“It does.” He agrees with a soft smile. “And I love movies.” He admits with a small chuckle. “Especially the ones that have a happy ending. What about you?” He takes a chance and grips you a little tighter before he dips your body down and makes the room burst out in applause.

Your hands squeeze him as your eyes meet his when he dips you, and he smoothly spins you after you stand, bringing you back into his chest in a manner that would make most professional dancers jealous. You’re not used to being the center of attention. Always in the background taking photos. “Javi!” You giggle, deciding to take a chance and slide your hand up to the back of his neck, playing with the curls that aren’t slicked back at the nape. “I love a happy ending.” You tease, feeling bolder as his hand slides lower down your back.

His lips curve a little more, the twinkle in his eyes becomes slightly naughty and he leans into you. His nose touching yours and his breath washing over your lips. “So do I, sweetheart.” He promises. Your fingers feel perfect, tangled into his hair and he would throw caution to the wind and kiss you, but the song ends right as he licks his lips.

Your chest heaves as you stay locked together for a few moments as the crowd around you applauds and another song begins. You want him. You want him now. He's intoxicating and you know this is selfish but the bride and groom are talking to their guests and you have no more duties. You take Javier's hand from your waist, "come with me." You order as you start to guide him off the dance floor and through the reception until you are in the hall.

He doesn’t ask you where you are taking him, pretty sure of the destination. Or a general idea. There was a moment, a spark, between the two of you on the dance floor and from the way you are rushing, you are just as eager as he is. “Don’t hurt yourself running in those heels.” He hums. “We have all night.”

You chuckle at his concern, guiding him down the hall to the coat closet that hasn't been used since it's a warm day, and you pull the door open. After flicking on the light, you drag him inside and shut the door. Your chest heaves, the music from the reception now muffled as you face him. His dark eyes are focused on you and intense. The room is musty from being out of use for the summer months and dust swirls in the air. He doesn't make a move and that makes your stomach twist, wondering if you've made a mistake. "I don't do this kind of thing so I might've-" He cuts you off by grabbing the back of your neck, dragging you towards him as his lips press against yours. You squeak into his mouth in surprise until you melt, wrapping your arms around his neck to return his kiss and deepen it.

He had given you a chance to change your mind. To decide this wasn’t what you wanted, but when you started talking, he had to kiss you. Groaning into your mouth when you melt against him and start to kiss him back. He turns you and presses you against the wall of the closet, crowding you against it and letting you feel the length of his body and the rapidly hardening arousal that is now heavy against your core as he licks into your mouth.

You moan at the way he’s pressing against you, your entire body on fire from his touch and he’s only kissed you. His tongue presses against your lips and you eagerly open, sliding your tongue against his as you slide your hands down his back and under his jacket, pushing on it to get it off his shoulders so you can touch more of him. He grunts, letting go of you, his tongue caressing yours as he leans his body so he can remove his suit jacket, and your hands find his back again, caressing the strong muscles beneath the crisp white shirt.

Javi feels drunk but he hasn’t even finished one glass of champagne. His hands slide down to your ass and he breaks away from your lips to kiss along your jaw. “What do you want, sweetheart?” He coos, voice thick and raspy with desire. “Tell me what you need.”

The kisses pressed to your jaw combined with his raspy, lust tinged voice, has your core clenching around nothing. “Oh God.” You moan, “I need you to fuck me.” You plead, wanting to feel him, all of him, and you slide your hand down his chest to squeeze his cock through his pants.

It’s Javi’s turn to moan, twitching in your grip as you rub his cock through the expensive material of his tuxedo pants. “Good.” He pants, squeezing your ass and then starting to bunch your dress up. “Because I want to fuck you.” He confesses. “Wanted to from the second I saw you.”

The way his voice has deepened makes you wetter and you let him drag your dress up while you work on his belt buckle, wanting to touch him. You don’t have time to strip off but you want to see his face when you start to pump his cock. “I thought you were the sexiest man I’ve ever seen.” You confess breathlessly as his hands squeeze your bare ass.

Your fingers are soft and perfect around his cock, making him groan as you start to stroke him. Proud that you are just as attracted to him as he is to you. He had pretty good instincts about things and he knows you are exactly what he needs. “No panties.” He teases, sliding his hand down your thigh to pull it up on his hip. “Didn’t want lines or hoping to get fucked in a coat closet tonight?”

He's thick, velvet covered steel in your hand, and you know it's going to sting a little to take him without more foreplay but you're impatient. "Both." You tease back, loving he back and forth between you, "imagined being the cliche of best man and maid of honor fucking and it manifested. Lucky for me you are the sexiest man here." You lean in to kiss his jaw, "want you inside me, Javi. I'm clean. I have an IUD. I trust you." You promise against his neck.

Javi groans as you squeeze him again. “Are you ready?” He pants, turning and kissing you. He knows he’s larger than some and he doesn’t want to hurt you. “Yes.” You moan, guiding him towards your core and he lifts your leg higher on his hip. “I’m clean.” He promises, knowing this is risky, but he knows he can trust you. You wouldn’t be friends with Ruby and by extension- Aaron - if you weren’t.

When he starts to push into you, you shift your hand to his shoulder, clinging to him. He’s thick and it stings a little but you don’t care. You need him inside you. “Fuck.” You puff against his lips, relaxing as he stretches you out, and you press your lips to his chin.

He can tell that you need a second. Cooing softly, “fuck, that’s it. I need a second, baby.” His own lips start a line of kisses along your cheek. “So perfect around me, give me a moment before I explode.”

His honesty has you giggling and you run your fingers through his styled hair, unable to help yourself. "Take your time, handsome." You murmur, sighing when his lips kiss your neck and down to your shoulder, helping you take more of him when he gives a small rock of his hips.

You make a small sound of pleasure and he sighs against your pulse. This could turn into something slower but this isn’t the time or the place for it. “Ready?” He asks softly, his voice raspy with need.

“Please.” You beg softly, clinging to him, your heel digging into his ass as he squeezes your thigh. When he pulls his hips back, your eyes flutter closed at the sensation, but when he pushes back in, harder, your eyes open and you moan his name. “Shit. Yes. More.” You plead, wanting him to fuck you.

Your moan of pure need sets him off. Making him want to hear more of your sounds. He sets the pace with sharp and quick thrusts, not wanting to pull too far away as he starts rocking into you.

You cling to him, moans concealed within the coat closet and he starts to fuck you in a way that has you wetter, taking him easier. “Javi. You - you’re so big.” You moan your compliment into his jaw while his hands squeeze your flesh.

He grunts, loving how you compliment him and stroke his neck as he rocks into you. You are amazing and feel incredible around him. He can feel how you squeeze him every time he pushes deep. "You are perfect." He pants.

His praise makes your heart pound and you whimper when he adjusts your thigh on his hip and sinks deeper inside you. "Oh God." You pant, fingers digging into his suit jacket, "yes. Shit. Feel so good." You moan your praise, loving how he twitches inside you with every sweet word you give him.

He loves how you whimper and moan for him. It spurs him on. Holding onto your body and bracing you up shit the wall while pushing into you again and again. There’s something scandalous about this, you could be discovered at any moment. He slides his tongue into your mouth as he groans.

You curl your fingers around the back of his neck, tongue sliding against his, as he works you higher and higher. The fact that you could be caught at any second has you clenching around him, worked up by the naughtiness. “Fuck.” You pant into his mouth, “I’m - so close. Keep - just like that.” You plead breathlessly.

He grunts in agreement, keeping the pace and angle of his thrusts the same. Feeling how you lean into the roll of your hips. Giving back to him as he fucks you against the wall in a coat closet. The musty fabric and fur around you and he bites down on your shoulder. “Cum for me.” He commands. “Cum on me.”

His raspy demand pushes you over the edge. You clamp down on his cock, body shaking as your weight is completely supported by him, and you cry into his hair. “Oh fuck baby.” You moan, clinging to him as your orgasm rocks through you.

The wave of heat that surrounds his cock makes him hiss in pleasure. Making him grit his teeth as he works you through your orgasm with your cunt clenching down around him so tight he can barely move. “So perfect.” He praises, knowing that he’s only moments behind you. Only a few thrusts of his hips before he’s pushing deep, crushing his lips against yours to silence the moans as his cock throbs deep inside your body, painting your walls with his cum.

You kiss him as he works himself through his orgasm, your tongue swallowing his moans of pleasure, and your legs are shaking but he keeps his grip on you tight. “That was - wow.” You giggle when he relaxes, cock twitching inside you, and his grip loosens a little.

“Definitely wow.” He agrees with a chuckle, kissing you again as he slowly starts to lower the leg back down to the floor and pulls out of you. “You are incredible.” He murmurs, nudging his nose against yours. “Spend the night with me when this is over?”

You caress his cheek and smile, “I’d love to.” You murmur, loving how he doesn’t push you away now that he’s fucked you like most men would’ve done. “I better go to the bathroom and clean up. We should get back in there.” You slide your hand down to pat his chest.

He hums and slides your dress back down your hips and leans down to pick up the hairpin that had fallen. Handing it to you. “Would you like me to wait for you or get you a fresh glass of champagne?”

You know that people have probably noticed you are both missing but you want to maintain some dignity after fucking the best man in a coat closet. "Can you get me a glass and I'll meet you in there?" You hum, kissing his cheek after you slide the hairpin back into place. He nods, adjusting his jacket and making sure his hair is slicked back before he opens the door, gesturing for you to walk out before him. There's no one in the hall so you turn to him, "see you in there, handsome." You wink and stride off as best you can on shaky legs to find the bathroom.

As soon as Javi re-enters the ballroom, he can tell that Aaron suspects something. The grin he’s being given says as much, but Javi has never been a kiss and tell kind of guy. He nods towards his best friend and moves to the bar to get fresh drinks like you requested. Pulling out his phone to discreetly send a text about making sure his apartment was ready.

You look at yourself in the mirror, your lips swollen from his kisses, your neck a little sensitive from his mustache, and you feel giddy. You really like him. Your eyes are blown with excitement, still riding the high from the sex, and after righting your appearance, you make your way back into the ballroom. You find Javi at the bar, your hand caressing his arm as you lean close to him, "fancy seeing you here." You tease his earlier comment and the smile he gives you takes your breath away. You can't wait to go home with him.

After having another drink, dinner is eaten and there is more dancing. Both of you are eager to continue the night. Soon enough, you are lined up with the guests and bridal party, showering the laughing couple with birdseed as they rush out of the ballroom into the waiting limousine to take them to their hotel for the night. The bridal suite here will be packed up by the wedding planner and you are released to your own devices. “Shall we go?” Javi asks, wrapping his hand around your waist.

You nod, smelling the lingering scent of his cologne, and you lean into his side as some of the guests linger at the reception. You find your clutch and take Javi’s outstretched hand. “Let’s go.” You smile, eager to spend more time with him.

It only takes moments to guide you outside and to the car he has waiting. The seek town car is less conspicuous than a limo, b\ut it’s still very luxurious. “The apartment, Bradley.” He tells his driver after closing the door.

You are surprised by the town car and assumed he hired it for today. "Wow. This is beautiful." You admire the leather and turn to look at Javier to find him already staring at you, "has anyone told you how handsome you are?" You murmur, caressing his cheek. "You have tonight." He says, turning his head to kiss your palm and it makes your heart flutter. "And that still wasn't enough times." You reply softly, letting your fingertips caress his lips.

He finds your compliments soothing and surprising. There’s none of the false flattery in your tone or words. You aren’t trying to soften him up beyond giving him a compliment. “You are even more perfect than Ruby said.” He hums, reaching out to caress your cheek. “And she made you seem like a goddess.”

You snort softly, "she likes to exaggerate when she wants something to happen and I'm not perfect. No one is. I want....I want to be with someone who is perfect for me." You confess, jaded after spending so much time traveling and working, most of your boyfriends couldn't handle it, handle your success within your industry. Those relationships died and you hope Javier isn't one of those men. You shift closer, seeing his dark gaze focused on you, and you brush your lips against his.

“And what is perfect for you?” He asks, enjoying the flirtation of your lips against his. His hands skim up your arms and around your back. “What do you need in a relationship?” He doesn’t mind your work, your constant travel. He travels a lot for work as well, many hours being spent on projects.

“A best friend. Someone to talk to. Who listens when I vent a little and lets me listen to him vent a little. Someone to try that new Italian place with. Someone to share everyday moments with and the big events. I want a partner who will be there with me for everything.” You confess, “that’s what is perfect for me.”

“That sounds nice.” Javi agrees, smiling softly at the wistful sound of your voice. “Someone who knows when you need a glass of wine and foot rub or to just let you vent.” He nods. “It is hard to find someone to trust.” He admits. “But I have a good feeling about you.”

You smile, reaching for his hand, and you nod, “me too. We just seem to…click.” You murmur, looking down at how perfectly your hand fits in his. “I don’t want to be spoiled. I believe in give and take. I want to be there for my partner as much as he’s there for me. I want to be your shoulder to lean on, to hold you, and listen to you.”

He chuckles and squeezes your hand. “There are ways to spoil each other.” He promises. “It’s all about making sure that we both agree and enjoy.” He feels the car slowing down and bites his lip. “We are here.”

You glance around, recognizing you’re on Park Avenue, and you frown in confusion, “are you sure?” You ask, and he nods, watching his driver open the door. He slides out and holds his hand out to you, escorting you into the expensive building when the doorman opens the door. You’re silent as the concierge greets him by name and the elevator opens.

“I can hear you think.” Javi hums as the access card comes out of his pocket, pulled out of his wallet earlier, and swiped for access to his apartment. He doesn’t have to press a button as the doors close and the elevator starts to rise. He turns towards you and lifts a brow.

“I’m, uh, surprised. Did you - are you staying with a friend or is this…do you live here?” You ask, shocked because he definitely doesn’t give off rich asshole vibes. “I live here.” He confirms and your eyes widen, “wow. Okay, uh, I didn’t expect that.” You confess and he frowns, “is it - do you not want to stay?” He asks, wondering if that turns you off. “No. No. I want to stay. It’s just - you don’t give off rich prick living on Park Avenue vibes. You’re…well, you’re nice and I didn’t expect it. I want to stay. I’m sorry. I’m acting weird.” You apologize, reaching for his hand.

“Don’t apologize.” He realizes that you didn’t know that he was wealthy, or at least as wealthy as he is. “I like that you didn’t single me out as a rich prick.” He laughs. “Some of them are horrible. I can’t stand how elitist they can be.” He shrugs. “We all put our pants on one leg at a time.”

You chuckle, agreeing with him, and you wonder what the catch is. He’s sweet, sexy, handsome, funny, and apparently rich. Has he got a sex dungeon or skeleton in his closet? The elevator doors open and your eyes widen when you turn your head to see his apartment. “Oh my God.” You choke, looking out at Central Park and the skyline. He guides you out of the elevator, letting go of your hand so he can toe off his shoes and shrug off his jacket after a long day of wearing them. “Wow.” You gasp, walking over to the floor to ceiling windows.

He lets you walk around the apartment, taking it in. The view is stunning, he always appreciates it when he is here. Most often at night when he’s drinking a glass of whiskey or wine. Alone. Now he can imagine you here, bringing life and love into the space. Greeting him and chatting about your day. Asking him about his and making plans. He chuckles as he moves over to the wet bar. “Drink?” He offers.

You nod, slipping off your heels, by his shoes in the hallway and you pad over to him as he tilts his head and asks you what you want. “Whatever you want to open.” You smirk and he chuckles, grabbing a bottle of red wine. “This?” You nod, “perfect.” You let him wrangle with opening the bottle and find your way into the kitchen. “Oh my God. This is my wet dream.” You joke, running your fingers across the range that costs more than your last car. “I’d love to cook in here.”

“You like to cook?” Javi asks as he finally pops the cork and finds two glasses to pour the wine into. “I very rarely get the chance to make more than an egg on the stove myself.” He admits. When he’s in New York, he’s often entertaining and he entertains at restaurants. Keeping his apartment as his own personal retreat.

You admire the surface of the counter, the sink, it’s all perfect for a professional chef. “I love to, when I’m not traveling. So not often but when I get the chance, I spend all day preparing and cooking. I love baking too.” You walk over to him when he holds the glass out towards you.

“I bet you are good at it.” He taps his glass against yours and smirks. “I would offer my kitchen to you, but that sounds so sexist.” He jokes. “‘Feel free to come cook for me anytime.’” He shakes his head.

You chuckle, letting him guide you over to his sofa. “I’d love to use your kitchen, baby.” You promise, “that’s like something you’d see in The Bear.” You smirk, “but I like cooking more homemade meals.” You hum, taking a sip of the wine. “God, this is good.” You lick your lips and lean back on his sofa when he’s settled next to you. “So what’s the catch? Are you secretly into some weird sexual shit? Are you hiding a dead body? Why are you still single when you are apparently handsome, funny, and rich? It’s baffling.”

He laughs, loving the way you just shoot straight to the point. You don’t pull any punches. “I don’t think that I’m that kinky. Nothing 50 Shades, at least.” He takes a sip of his wine, watching as you stare at him expectantly. “I don’t like being used.” He admits, swirling his wine around after breaking eye contact and staring at the red liquid. “Women wanting to date me because of who I am, my connections.” He rolls his eyes and takes a sip. “I was tired of the wrong women walking in and out of my life.”

You shift, tucking your legs under you as you adjust to move closer to him. “You’re a writer? Screenwriter?” He nods and you bite your lip for a second, “I’m guessing a really successful one and I haven’t heard of you?” You ask and he nods, “I wrote a movie for Nic Cage.” He confesses and your eyes widen, “the Nic Cage? Goddamn. You- that’s amazing, Javi. Well, I think I can say that any woman who has used you is a moron. You are successful, yes, but that doesn’t mean you’re an asshole who uses a casting couch to get his kicks, right?” His eyes widen and he shakes his head almost comically fast. “I have my own connections.” You tease, “and I don’t need diamonds. They are nice but I’m not a flashy girl. Give me a massage and I’m happy.” You grin, “and some chocolates.”

“I like that.” He admits with a matching grin, leaning into you. “I could give you a massage.” He winks playfully. “In or out of the soaker tub in my bathroom.” He teases back. “I just want a woman who wants to get to know me. Just like I want to know about her. You.” He adds. “More than what you like and don’t like. I want to know how you feel, what you think.”

You feel like you’re in a dream. He’s appeared from nowhere and now your heart is pounding. It hasn’t even been a day. “Let’s see how it goes, Mr. Hollywood.” You tease, “you could hate me next week.” He shakes his head, “I doubt it.” You lean closer, “let’s take it a day at a time.” You murmur, brushing your lips against his, “but right now, I want to see you out of that suit.”

He hums against your lips and lets you take control of the kiss. Holding still and letting you explore as he sighs softly. He feels your desire and he loves it. Everyone wants to be wanted. Blindly reaching over to set his wine down, he takes your glass to place it beside his and pulls you closer.

You shift to straddle him, your dress bunching at your hips as you lift it to spread your thighs. You tongue licks along his lower lip and his responding groan has you whimpering into his mouth. Your tongue meets his and his hands slide down your back until he's squeezing your ass. "Javi." You moan when he kisses along your jaw and your hands slide down his chest until you start working on undoing his bow tie. His hand finds the zipper of your dress, playing with it until he slides it down. When the straps fall from your arms, you let them drop and shrug out of them after you toss his bow tie aside and your tits are exposed to his hungry eyes.

“No bra.” His eyes darken and he lunges forward to wrap his lips around one of the stiff peaks, loving how you cry out and your fingers immediately bury themselves in his hair. He’s had lovers over the years, many of them, but none that make this seem so effortless. You aren’t putting on a show for him, there’s no sexy lingerie to entice him. Just the beauty of your body and hunger of need. He groans when you tug on his longer locks, cock twitching against your lips as you grind down against him.

You're lucky the dress had support stitched into it so there's one less layer between you and Javier. His mouth is hot on your nipple and your fingers slide from his head down to his chest, working on the buttons of his white shirt. You manage to get it undone and push it off his shoulders, admiring how strong he is, muscles flexing under freckled skin that has you dripping onto his tuxedo pants. He grunts, reaching for his cufflinks to rip them from their place and he tosses them onto the floor. Shrugging off his shirt, your hands immediately caress the heated skin, sliding your hands along his shoulders, down his strong arms that wrap around your waist, and across to his chest, touching as much as you can.

Your fingers are greedy to touch him and he is just as eager to explore you. Cupping your tits as he switches over to the other breast, sliding his hands down to your hips and encouraging you to rock onto his cock. Ruin his pants, he doesn’t care. He’d smirk at the dry cleaner proudly. “So beautiful.” He groans as he pulls off your nipple with a pop and starts scattering kisses along the top of your breasts. “So sexy. I don’t know how I got so lucky.”

You push him back from your chest, shifting off his lap so you can kneel between his thighs. You kiss down his stomach, the small belly is sexy as hell, and you work on his pants as you press kisses to the skin. “You’re sexy. I am the lucky one.” You murmur against his flesh and finally you reach in to pull his hard cock from his pants. “Goddamn.” You murmur, admiring his girth in your grip. Uncut and thick. Your cunt drips and your eyes meet his as you pull his foreskin down, leaning in to flick your tongue over the slit where a bead of pre-cum has gathered.

A shudder ripples through him as he groans. “Fuuuuck.” He hisses, hand cupping your cheek while he fights for control. It’s been awhile since someone has given him a blow job. “You don’t have to.” He promises but you just grin at him in a way that makes his heart gallop in his chest, “I want to.” You assure him before you flick your tongue over the tip again. “Oh fuck.” His head falls back as you start to stroke him, your talented tongue sliding around the sensitive head.

You let your spit slide down his length so you can slick up your palm to stroke him easier. “You’re so thick.” You moan as you press a kiss to the head then wrap your lips around him, taking him into your mouth. His answering groan has your stomach twisting with desire and you are eager to pull him apart with your mouth.

You obviously enjoy it as much as he does. “Oh shit.” He hisses, fingers curling around your jaw as you take him deeper. “I can’t believe that you are sucking my cock.” He admits breathlessly. “I had imagined spreading you out on my bed. My tongue buried in your pussy.”

“After.” You promise as you lift off his cock for a moment, wanting to feel him cum down your throat first. He seems like the kind of man who never gets to finish like this and you want to watch him as he falls apart. You take him deeper, widening your jaw, and you choke for a moment until you swallow and inhale, taking him again.

"After." He practically whines when you take him back down your throat again. Huffing out a breath and trying to keep himself from cumming too quickly. His other hand is curled on his thigh, tight in a fist as you start to quickly bob your head up and down.

You see how wrecked he is and that eggs you on. You moan around him, your fingers not touching as you grip the base and push him down your throat while breathing through your nose. His answering groan makes the slight tinge of pain worth it and you work him deeper until your lips are touching your fingers.

He feels your throat tighten around him and his hips buck up slightly, making you choke. “Oh shit, I’m sorry.” He pants, feeling you pull back and he lunges forward to caress your cheek. “I didn’t- I’m sorry, I couldn’t help myself.”

You love that his control unravelled for a moment and you pull off him, pumping him, "that was hot." You promise, spit dripping down your chin, and you take him back into your mouth, relaxing so he can fuck your throat again .

He feels the way your throat opens and he chokes out your name as you pull on his thigh, encouraging him to rock his hips up. He’s never had a woman look so sexy with spit sliding down her chin and her eyes watery and not care about how she looks. “You look so fucking sexy.” He praises breathlessly, trying to keep from gagging you again as he slowly starts to rock his hips up.

You are dripping from his raspy compliments and moans of pleasure. You can’t help yourself, you squeeze your breast with your free hand, squeezing him with the other as he rocks his hips up. You are breathing harshly through your nose, eyes closing for a second before you open them when he twitches and you know he’s cumming. He lets out a strangled groan and you keep your head still so he can rock himself through his orgasm while you struggle to swallow his cum.

“Shit, shit, shit.” He hisses in pleasure as the last ropes of cum shoot down your throat and his entire body sags back onto the sofa as he relaxes. Groaning your name and reaching for you to pull your mouth off of him and he is dragging you up onto his lap for a kiss. “You’re perfect.” He pants against your lips and his thumb wipes away a drop of his cum from your chin.

You love how he’s not bothered to kiss you and you run your fingers through his hair when you lean back to look at him. “You haven’t had a blowjob in a while, huh?” You tease him, kissing his chin. He is still a little dazed so you shuffle off his lap and shove your dress over your hips, letting it pool at your feet, “why don’t you show me to your bedroom, best man?” You ask, stepping out of the dress and abandoning it as you start to explore his apartment.

It takes him a moment to compose himself and he is pushing off the couch and finishing stripping down. He has no issue walking around the penthouse nude. The glass is reflective and no one can see in. Especially at this height. He finds you staring up at a painting that is hanging in the foyer and he hums as he takes your hand. “This way.” He grins, tugging you slightly.

You let him guide you down the hall and you gasp when you see the massive bed in the middle of the room, Central Park on display by the window. “Oh my God.” You murmur, shocked by how incredible his apartment is but he’s soon distracting you by grabbing you, pressing his lips to yours while he walks you back to his bed.

Javi knows that you will want to stare out the window, but he wants to taste you. Eager to see how you respond to his own eagerness to use his mouth on you. “I want to see you spread out.” He murmurs.

You can’t deny him when he is kissing along your jaw like that. You nod and back up to the bed, shifting to lay down on it as he kneels and grabs your hips, lifting you up until your head is on his pillows. “Oh my God these are soft.” You declare and he chuckles, grabbing your foot to press kisses to your ankle and you shift onto your elbows to watch him kiss his way up your leg. “God, you’re a tease.” You huff when he kisses your inner thigh and shifts down to kiss your other ankle.

He chuckles again, smirking as he looks up and winks at you. “Thorough.” He corrects and continues to kiss along your leg up to your knee. Scraping his teeth over your thigh as he starts to move up. “You are soft. Sweet.” He coos. “You are going to be my favorite dessert, I know it.”

“Not as good as the wedding ca- oh fuck!” You cry when his tongue slides through your folds. His tongue is hot and wet, taking your breath away and you shift so you can run your fingers through his hair. “Handsome, smart, funny, great taste in New York real estate and goes down on a woman? How the fuck aren’t you married?” You ask breathlessly, freezing for a second. “Wait - you’re not married, are you?” You wonder if that’s the catch but then you’re reminded that Ruby wouldn’t have set you up and all of their mutual friends would’ve mentioned it. “Sorry. No. You’re not. I’m just in - in disbelief.” You add quickly when he pulls back from your folds and frowns at your question. “Sorry. You’re just - you’re a unicorn.”

He can understand why you would question it. “A unicorn?” He tilts his head, curiously and you sigh as you shift slightly. “The complete package and seemingly unspoiled.” He thinks about it for a moment and shrugs. “Then I am a unicorn.” He tells you, smirking before he laps at your clit again.

You moan, grabbing his hair, “fucking mythical for sure with that tongue.” He’s eager to eat you out, not just doing it to make sure you’re wet enough to fuck like your exes would do, not even letting you cum. You whimper, collapsing back onto his pillows as he flicks his tongue over your clit.

Javi watches you with dark eyes, absorbing how beautiful you look every time a flash of pleasure washes over your face. Sliding a hand up to cup your breast and squeeze it even as his other hand holds your hip and encourages you to grind down on his face.

The pleasure has your eyes rolling into the back of your head, and your fingers grip his hair. “Oh Javi. Feels so good, baby.” You rock your hips down and he grunts, sucking on your clit. “Keep going. Keep - oh fuck!” You cry, pushed over the edge with just his tongue.

He’s amazed that you didn’t need his fingers. Groaning as your core floods his mouth with your juices. He loves that you are pressing so wantonly, taking what you need from him. Until you are pulling your hips away from his tongue and he slowly starts to kiss your inner thighs as you pant. “Another?” He asks, not quite hard yet and willing to make you cum again.

How could you say no when he asks so sweetly with your cum shining on his chin? "Yes. God, you're gonna ruin me for anyone else." You confess breathlessly, "please, Javi." You request, squeezing your tits as you look down at him.

His chuckle is dirty and his wink is absolutely wicked. “Then my plan is working.” He teases, watching your face as he lowers his mouth back to your pussy. Loving how your hips buck up to greet his tongue.

You moan when his hot tongue slides over your clit again. “Fuck.” You pant, eyes squeezing shut at the way he laps at you. He’s ravenous, sucking on your clit, and when his finger pushes into you, he turns his wrist. “Another.” You plead, loving how thick his fingers are and he adds another, stretching you out, and you whimper, “yes, that’s - shit.” A hiss escapes your lips as you lift your leg onto his shoulder so his fingers sink deeper.

You are hot and tight around his digits, making him moan into your folds as he curls them up. He loves this, loves making you whimper and he can already see himself becoming addicted to it. To you. He might be a billionaire, but he loves the carnality of this moment. His money isn’t an issue, his skill as a lover is all you care about and he makes sure you know he’s damn good at pleasing a woman.

He has you breathless and you rock your hips into his fingers and mouth, seeking another crest to the pleasure he's giving you. "Oh fuck. Jav - baby. You're gonna make me- yes!" You cry out, clamping down on his fingers. Your orgasm hitting you harder and faster thanks to how he's already made you cum.

You’re perfect. He groans as he watches you fall apart for him, mesmerized by the your jaw drops and your eyes roll back in your head. You aren’t faking it, those aren’t measured pretty cries to please him. It’s raw and primal, making him throb against the silken sheets.

“Fuck me.” You demand, reaching down to cup his cheek, dragging him away from your pussy. “Please, Javi. Fuck me. I need you inside me.” You plead, gripping his shoulders when he shuffles up your body.

He kisses his way up your body. “You. Need. Me. Inside. You. Baby?” Every word is accented by another kiss. Groaning when you reach down and wrap your hand around his aching cock. “I need to be inside you too.” He confesses breathlessly, pressing his forehead to yours as you spread your thighs and slot him at your entrance.

He slowly pushes into you and your jaw drops, a breathless moan escaping your lips as he stretches you out. In the coat closet, you were rushed and dressed. Now, you can run your hands down his shoulders and back, trace the freckles that scatter his skin, and you lean in to kiss his jaw as he looms above you. “You feel so good.” You murmur, opening your eyes to look at him.

He is staring down at you with a look of wonder on his face. Feeling a deeper connection with you than anything he’s ever had before. “You are amazing.” He promises, ducking his head down to start scattering kisses across your face as he hovers over you, giving you time to stretch out around him.

When he starts to move, you inhale sharply, and he pauses, looking at you. "No. It - it feels good. Don't you dare stop." You demand, squeezing his biceps as he rocks back into you.

He chuckles as he starts to move again, relaxing when he realizes you are enjoying it and he’s not hurting you. “Wouldn’t dream of it.” He pants out as he fills you again.

You lift your hips to meet his, grinding up so it changes the angle he hits inside you. “Oh shit.” You sigh, caressing his back until you are squeezing his ass, pushing him impossibly deeper. “That’s so good, baby. Fuck, haven’t felt like this in - well, ever. Never felt like this.” You ramble, knowing that you’ve never had a man fuck you like it’s the last thing he’s ever going to do. Javier has put his entire body into making you cum.

He grunts in pleasure as you spur him on with your words. Loving how vocal you are and he ducks his head to start kissing and nipping at the sensitive skin along your neck. “You are perfect. So hot and tight around me.” He groans. “You’re making me lose my mind, baby.”

Your heels dig into his thighs and you love how he pushes into you a little faster. Your hands slide up from his ass to tangle in his hair, dragging his face to yours to press your lips to his. Your tongue slides into his mouth and it’s messy and raw, skin slapping in the room, and you love every second of it.

Javi is driven. Determined to keep the title of best lover that you’ve bestowed on him. That thought pushes every snap of his hips as he buries his cock deep inside you. Suddenly reaching back and grabbing one of your ankles to drag it up over his shoulder to change the angle that his cock is spearing into you. Pushing it back towards your body as he grunts and groans in pleasure.

The new angle has you clawing at his back, eyes rolling into the back of your head as he expertly pushes against that spot inside you. “Fuck, yes!” You cry, nails biting into his skin as he fucks you harder, “keep - just like that.”

He’s panting, practically growling as he fucks you. The desperation to hear more making him thrust even harder. Push deeper. Wanting to see how hard you can shatter. He loves that you are marking him up, claiming him. “Fuck, fuck.” He hisses. “Cum for me.”

Your nails leave red marks on his skin, and your chest heaves as he fucks you hard. It’s intoxicating and you are drunk on Javier. It only takes a couple of thrusts for you to follow his command, falling apart on his cock as you soak it, squeeze it, and cry his name as ecstasy hits you.

You soak him. He feels the rush of your hot juices splashing over his cock and dripping down his balls as he continues to hammer into you. “Shit, that’s it.” He hisses, loving the sensation. He’s already so fucking close, ramping up his thrusts to chase his own orgasm.

You try to breathe through the pleasure, wrapping your leg around his waist to push him impossibly deeper, lifting your hip to meet his thrusts as he frantically hammers into you. He grunts through pledge teeth, jaw locked as his eyes flutter and squeeze tight as he starts to cum. You watch in awe at his face when his cock twitches and starts to paint your walls with his hot seed.

He’s completely spent when he’s finally still inside you. Collapsing into your arms and panting against your sweat slick neck. “Fuck.” He chuckles, almost giggling at how good he feels. “You are an angel sent to tempt me.” He murmurs nonsensically.

You caress his sweaty back and run your finger through his damp hair. “Not to tempt you. You can have me however you want.” You promise breathlessly, turning your head to kiss his forehead. You feel boneless and you stare up at the ornate ceiling. “How much is this apartment?” You ask curious and he swings his arm over your waist, “$12 million.” You swallow, throat dry at that price and you nod, “could be worse, huh?” You tease, caressing his cheek when he looks up at you.

He shrugs slightly and pulls you closer. “Could be.” He admits with a slight smile. “Could be alone in this bed tonight.” He moves in and kisses you softly. “Do you want to clean up, or get some sleep?”

“I need to clean up. That’s twice you’ve cum inside me. I should probably shower and I- shit - I don’t have any clothes so I guess I’ll be doing the walk of shame in my dress.” You giggle, knowing it will be worth it. “You wanna shower with me?”

He makes a note to have some more casual clothes delivered and he nods. “Shower or bath?” He asks, smirking slightly. “The tub is massive and the view is amazing.” He entices, knowing you will love looking out over the city.

“Tub. Let’s soak in the tub.” You decide, knowing you could use that after the long day you’ve had being maid of honor and meeting Javier. He nods and kisses your chest, grunting as he slowly pulls out of you and shuffles out of the silk sheets. You admire his ass as he walks into the en-suite, listening to him turn on the tub. “You’re spoiling me.” You smirk, caressing his back when you walk into the bathroom.

“You’ve figured out my plan.” He jokes, straightening up and turning to pull you against him. “Don’t worry about being in the bath, no one can see through the windows.” He promises, leaning in to kiss you. “You want your wine? Maybe a snack while we relax?”

"Seriously...you can't be real." You tease him again and he chuckles, kissing your cheek, "wine and snacks sound perfect." You promise and soon enough, you're in the tub, leaning back into his chest with a glass of wine in your hand. You look out at the city lights, realizing that you had no idea that this is how your best friend's wedding day would end up.

****

“So how does your work schedule look tonight?” Javi leans back in his chair and twirls a pen as he cradles his phone against his ear. He’s on his desk phone, surprising you with a new number when he called. “Are you free, or still working on that project?” After the wedding, you’ve talked quite a bit, but work has kept you busy and he is eager to see you again.

You pull your hands away from the keyboard and play with the headphone in your ear, “I am just doing some editing but I should be done with it this afternoon and I have a few days off before my next project.” You tell him, biting your lip. Ever since that night, you’ve been talking to Javi on the phone constantly. Surprised when that morning he offered you clothes to go home in that he had his assistant buy you and a coffee from the shop you mentioned you love during pillow talk. You left with a promise to see each other, sealed with a kiss that made you dizzy, but you’ve both been so busy since the wedding.

“A few days off, huh?” He grins on the other end of the phone as the vague idea he had solidifies. “Would you let me steal you for them? Or do you have vital plans like reorganizing your fridge and doing laundry?” He chuckles because you had mentioned needing to do both things and he confessed he hates doing laundry most of all chores. It had surprised you that he did his own laundry but he normally washes his clothes that don’t go to the cleaners.

You smile, heart fluttering at the thought of seeing him again, “you can steal me for them. My laundry can wait.” You promise, knowing that seeing him is more important to you, and you would rather see your handsome lover than sit in a laundromat for hours.

“Good.” He coos, biting his lip in excitement. “Why don’t you pack a bag just in case?” He offers as if it’s a reasonable suggestion. “That way you have everything you need.”

You feel spoiled already and you have no clue what he’s planning. “I can do that. Anything in particular I should wear?” You ask, wanting to look good for him and get a clue about where you are going.

“Something that makes you feel good.” He would never expect to tell you how to dress and he loves your style. He has admittedly spent quite a bit of time looking at your Instagram. “Maybe a dress?”

"Yes sir." You tease and you hear his chuckle, "what time should I be ready?" You ask and he hums, "I'll swing by to pick you up at 6." You say, "see you then, handsome." You talk for a few more minutes about your days before you are putting the phone down to finish up your work until you need to get ready for Javier.

After putting down the phone, Javi picks up his cell phone and types out a message to his pilot. He wants the helicopter fueled and ready to take off by 6:45. Destination: Boston.

You are shocked when Javier’s driver appears on the doorstep of your building to take your bag, and you make your way outside, following him until you see Javier standing by the Mercedes. “Hey handsome.” You coo, stepping closer as his hand finds your waist so you can softly kiss him. He’s wearing a suit with no tie and a few buttons undone. He looks delicious.

“Hey beautiful.” He smiles before he steals another kiss, pulling back to look into your eyes. “Ready to go?” He asks, hoping that you are just as eager for this date as he is.

You nod, happy to see him again, and he opens the door despite his driver hovering nearby. He taps his arm, “thank you, Frank.” He nods and walks around to the drivers side while Javier helps you in and slides in beside you. “So is the mystery going to be revealed yet?” You tease, reaching for his hand.

He smirks slightly and nods, his fingers lacing with yours. “I made reservations at Carmelina’s.” He tells you. You had told him about your favorite little Italian place when you were in the North End.

Your eyes widen, “Boston? We - I thought this was just dinner. We can stay in New York. How - are we driving?” You ramble, confused and surprised. “Just sit back and relax baby, I got it all planned.” He promises and you squeeze his hand, leaning in to kiss his cheek. “Unicorn.” You remind him playfully and he chuckles, turning his head to kiss you while the car navigates Manhattan traffic. The car comes to a stop and you expect to be at JFK for a domestic flight but you are shocked when the door is opened and you are on a tarmac with a helicopter waiting there. “A helicopter?” Your eyes widen when you turn to look at Javi.

He lifts a brow. “Don’t tell me that you don’t like riding in a helicopter?” He asks, knowing that he would hate to have planned something you didn’t like. “I don’t know, I’ve never ridden in one.” You admit and he grins. “You’ll love it.” He promises as he guides you towards the helicopter and his driver grabs the bags that he had stowed in the trunk for you. His own bag with yours. “We’ll be there quickly, and our reservation is for 8.”

You are soon strapped in and headphones placed on your head as the helicopter begins to lift into the sky. You squeeze Javier’s hand as you look at the skyline of Manhattan and he brings your hand up to kiss the back of it. “You doing okay, hermosa?” He asks and you nod, offering a smile as you can hardly believe this is happening. “Just don’t let go.” You plead, squeezing his hand and he nods, his eyes serious as he says “never.” Your heart flutters and you relax once you’re in the air and making your way towards Boston.

You’re excited, even if you are a little nervous. It is different from flying in a 737 or even a little Learjet. However, Javi loves it for getting to places quickly if they are close enough. “Since I don’t have an apartment in Boston, I took the liberty of booking us into the Newbury.” He tells you. “If you want to stay the night? Play tourists for a day?”

The look in his eyes is soft and eager, making you caress his cheek, "it's perfect. I'd love it." You promise, amazed yet again by this man. He has a goddamn helicopter, he could have anyone he wants, and yet it's you by his side. "Where...where else do you have apartments?" You ask, curious because you thought his Park Ave home was his one and only.

He hums thoughtfully. “I have a house in the hills in Los Angeles.” He admits. “It feels like a completely different world, even if it looks out over the city.” He shrugs. “The apartment in London I decided to sell last year, I didn’t visit nearly enough. Although I had to keep the house in Greece.”

Your jaw drops in shock, "holy shit." You murmur and he flushes a little, cheeks reddening. "You're - how rich are you?" You ask breathlessly and he bites his lip, looking down at your hands, "like, uh, billions." He admits and you feel a little sick. "Oh my God." You choke, unable to believe he is a billionaire. It's beyond anything you'd ever known. You swallow, looking down at his hand in yours and you frown, shifting your gaze to the sky as you approach Boston. He leaves you to your thoughts as you descend and when you land, you are helped off the helicopter and into the awaiting car. You bite your lip once you're seated next to Javier and he reaches for your hand. "You've been so quiet, hermosa, what's wrong?" You turn to look at him, "I guess...I just wonder why me when you could have literally any woman in the world?" You voice the question that's been haunting you.

His gaze towards you softens and he squeezes your hand gently, picking it up and his other hand smoothes over the back of it, sandwiching it between his. “You are beautiful, so hopefully this makes sense.” He starts. “Have you ever had a relationship where your partner expected you to just look beautiful all the time? He didn’t want to know you, to love you beyond the clothes you wore and the makeup on your face?” He asks. “That is similar to what I was facing. Every woman I would meet didn’t care to know me, know my heart. They wanted to use me, either my money or my connections. I decided I wanted more than that.” He shoots you a smile. “The connection that I feel here is real, and I want to see where this goes.”

His words have you melting and you cup his cheek, leaning in to softly kiss him. “I’m sorry they didn’t take the time to get to know you because you’re funny, smart, and ridiculously sweet.” You caress his cheek, “and I started falling for you before I knew you had a cent to your name. Money is…it comes and goes. I’ve seen people lose everything and when that happens, it’s the person next to you that matters. Sure, money makes life easier, but you can’t buy love. Only companionship. I want…I want you for who you are, Javi. Not what you have.” You promise, wanting him to know your feelings for him haven’t changed just because of this revelation.

He beams, feeling his heart swell and he bites his lip. “Then we are on the same page.” He agrees. “Although don’t be surprised if I jet you off for surprises.” He warns with a wink. “I love the idea of spoiling you.”

You smile, leaning in to kiss him softly, "let's have fun. We both work so much. Let's let go and enjoy our time here and I can spoil you in other ways." You tease, kissing his jaw before you bite down on his earlobe.

He smirks slightly. “I thought I spoiled you that way.” He teases, enjoying the flash of lust in your eyes. You want him and that thrills him. “But first, let’s enjoy dinner. I’ve never been here, but you talked so highly about it I wanted to try it.”

You nod, “I swear it’s the best restaurant in Boston. It’s, uh, nothing fancy but the food is to die for.” You groan, remembering your favorite dish they serve there. “And the owners are super sweet. You’ll love it.” You promise, squeezing his hand as the car makes its way into the city.

“I don’t care about fancy.” He promises. “Some of the best places and people don’t have any airs about them.” He chuckles. “My bagel shop is a little hole in the wall place. Never want to eat anywhere else for bagels.”

You’re soon pulling up outside the restaurant, a tiny little hole in the wall, and you can’t believe Javier remembered you mentioning this over the phone. He’s truly a unicorn. He pulls your chair out and sits down after unbuttoning his jacket. “Thank you for bringing me here.” You smile, looking up from the menu in your hands.

“It is my pleasure.” He smiles and leans in. “So what is best here? Or should we order several things and share?” He suggests, smirking and waggling his brows playfully. “We needed to unwind and some of your favorite food and maybe a walk around the city will be relaxing?”

“The carbonara is to die for.” You tell him, “and the meatballs.” Your stomach rumbles just thinking about it. You haven’t had pasta like this in a while, struggling to find anywhere in New York that compares. “We can definitely share if you want, baby and I know a great spot to go for a walk.”

“Perfect.” He nods. “The Sunday Macaroni, the Carbonara and do you want to try the Wild Mushroom Risotto or the Rollati?” He asks. “I love risotto, but the pistachio ricotta in the rollati sounds amazing.” He grins. “We might have to take the leftovers back to the hotel for a late night snack.”

You grin back, loving how enthusiastic he is and you set your menu down on the table. “I’m sure we will need a midnight snack later.” You smirk and he winks, “both the risotto and rollati then.” You giggle and nod, greeting the server. Javier orders a bottle of red and you’re soon sipping it, waiting on your food. He looks so fucking handsome in this intimate setting and you can’t believe he wants you. It feels like a dream. “What are you thinking about?” He asks, tilting his head, and you smile, “just how lucky I am.”

Javi smiles as he bites his lip. “Then it’s good that I feel lucky too.” He compliments. “You are sweet, beautiful, smart and talented.” He taps his glass against yours. “I should feel bad that you’ve been single, but I’m selfish enough to be happy that you are available.

His words have your heart pounding and you know you’re falling in love with him. He just came out of nowhere and swept you off your feet. You soon order your meal, talking about your days until the food is set down and you watch Javier as he goes to take his first bite.

His eyes widen in delight and then roll back in pleasure as the comforting, delicious flavors explode in his mouth. “Oh my God.” He grins, swallowing quickly. “This is amazing? You said this is family run?” He asks and you nod with a proud grin on your face. “Good isn’t it?” You ask and he chuckles. “Amazing. I can’t believe I’ve never been here.”

You are so pleased he likes it, “it’s not really advertised. More of a ‘if you know you know’ kind of place. I’m so glad you like it. Try one of the meatballs. They are to die for.” You groan as you fork up some carbonara, moaning at the taste. You’ve missed this place. He groans as he chews on the meatball and you giggle, loving his reactions. The waiter is eventually packing up your leftovers and you share a tiramisu until Javier pays the check. He takes your hand as you walk down the street, the lamp light making him look like you’re in a movie, and you stop him, letting go of his hand. “What-?” He’s confused and you pull your phone out. “Just stand there. The lighting is incredible.” You urge him and he nods, stopping and you direct his position until you are taking a few shots. “Look.” You turn the phone to show him your work.

“You did this with a phone?” He’s amazed, but all his own photos look like a shaky toddler took them after stealing their mother’s phone. “You- you are amazingly talented.” He praises and shakes his head. “I need you working on my movies.” He tells you. “I can’t believe you don’t have studios in a bidding war for your services.”

You fluster under the lamplight at his praise until you shrug, “I have a lot of freelance work.” You confess, putting your phone away and reaching for his hand again. “You looked too handsome to not take a photo. I want to remember tonight. This is - it’s the best first date I’ve ever had.” You sigh in contentment.

He uses your hand to tug you closer, wrapping the arm that is still holding the phone around your waist. “It might be presumptuous, but I’m hoping it’s your last first date.” He admits, leaning in and brushing his lips against yours before he kisses you. The sparks are immediate and he loves how you melt into his arms, fitting perfectly and feeling right. “I want it to be my last first date.” He confesses breathlessly when he pulls back. “I’m a little mad at Aaron and Ruby for not getting married sooner, honestly.”

You giggle, your heart pounding in your chest as you wrap your arms around his neck, “me too. I’ve been wasting time on losers when you were only a call away.” You lean in to kiss his chin, “I hope it’s our last first date.” You promise, smiling when you feel him hold you tighter. “I think I want to go to the hotel now.” You confess, your stomach swirling with need for him. “I want you.” You reveal against his jaw.

The car that had brought you from the airport here is waiting just a few feet ahead and he smirks as he glances up at it. “Why don’t we wait to take that walk?” He suggests. “The car can have us back to the hotel in minutes and we can find another way to work off our dinner.” He winks and slides his hand down to grab a handful of your ass.

You moan softly, loving how tactile he is, and you nod, “let’s go.” He smirks and slides his hand back up to your waist to guide you over to the car. The driver gets out to open the door and you slide in followed by Javier. You don’t even wait until the door is shut to surge forward to cup his cheek, pressing your lips to his.

Making out in the back of the car is probably considered juvenile to some, but Javi doesn’t care. The driver is paid for discretion and he’s never going to rebuff you. He pulls you closer, sliding his tongue into your mouth with a groan and hopes that the hotel is close.

You love how he responds, just as eager for you as you are for him and it feels like seconds before the driver clears his throat and announces you’ve arrived at the hotel. Javier is already checked in by his staff so once you’re out of the car, you hold his hand as the manager rambles while escorting you to the suite. It’s different from the treatment you receive when you check into a hotel. You feel like royalty.

Javi thanks the manager when he hands him the keys, slipping him a tip. “There is a bottle of champagne on ice.” The manager informs him and Javi smiles in gratitude. “Your hotel thinks of everything.” He compliments him, “thank you.” He closes the door behind him and turns to look at you. “Champagne before or after?”

“After.” You declare, feeling desperate for him now you’ve been with him all day. “Please baby.” You murmur, stepping closer to caress his chest, playing with the buttons of his shirt. He smirks and you begin undoing them, wanting to see more of him, and he shrugs off his jacket, setting it on the bench at the end of the bed.

“You look beautiful tonight.” He hums. “Did I tell you that?” You shake your head and he groans as he toys with the straps of your dress. “You look good in everything and nothing.” He grins wickedly. “But right now I want to see you in nothing.”

You let him pull the straps down, his fingers soon finding the zipper, and you happily let him pull it down to expose the underwear you picked out with him in mind. Sexy and purple, his favorite color. Your dress falls to your feet and he takes a step back to look at you, “or that. That is also good.” He confesses, Adam’s apple bobbing and you giggle, loving that he is flustered by the lace, reaching for his belt to begin unbuckling it.

Javi is beyond humbled that you would dress like this for him. It has to be for him, and he reaches for you, caressing your curves and admiring the lace that is covering your body. “It’s erotic and almost innocent at the same time.” He murmurs in wonder, only to groan when your hand wraps around his hard cock.

You start to slowly pump him, squeezing him in your hand. “It’s for you.” You confirm, wanting him to know that you want to look good for him. “I’m yours.” You promise, leaning in to kiss his chest, his shirt opened and he shrugs it off his shoulders.

“And I’m yours.” He promises, steering you towards the bed while he ducks his head and starts to kiss along your neck. “I’m a lucky bastard.” He moans when you squeeze him, “never seen a more beautiful woman in all my life.”

You reluctantly let go of him as you fall back onto the bed and he kicks his shoes off, following you down as you reach for his cock again. “I’m the lucky one. You spoil me. Buying me those roses. Flying me here. It’s more than I ever imagined.” You say breathlessly as he kisses down your chest until he’s sucking your nipple through the lace.

You should have imagined more, because he’s going to give you more. He wants to give you everything. His teeth scrape over the sensitive bud and he groans when you start to writhe under him. Moaning his name like it’s a call to the gods above.

You let go of his length, caressing his shoulder until you’re running your fingers through his hair at the way he switches over to your other breast. He’s not a selfish lover either and you feel like you’re going to wake up and this will all be some crazy dream. “Javi.” You moan his name again, “fuck. Need more.” You whimper, dragging his face from your tits.

“What do you need, baby?” He smirks down at you and lunges up to press his lips to yours. “You want me to eat your pussy?” He ventures, tone playful. Tonight is about just the two of you and the beautiful relationship that is starting. He wants it to be fun, happy, as well as sexy and romantic. “I want to see you cum on my face. Love when you cum.” He admits. “Sounds are so sweet when you are breathless and crying out.”

You are already breathless at his words. “Baby please. I want you to eat my pussy. Love to see those eyes looking at him while your tongue is buried inside. Please.” You beg against his chin and his chuckle puffs on your face. He nods and shifts down your body, pressing kisses to your skin, and you inhale shakily when he pushes your thighs apart and settles between them.

Your core is covered in lace and his finger slides over the intricate design. “So pretty, but it’s covering my destination.” He coos, hooking finger under it and pushing it to the side to reveal the slick folds of your sex. “That’s what I wanted to see.” He smirks and flicks his thumb over your clit. Making you gasp out before you moan when he takes your clit into his mouth.

“Fuck, Javi. That's - yes.” You sigh, running your fingers through his hair as he sucks until he flicks his tongue over your bundle of nerves. You love it. “You’re so good with your tongue.” You compliment him, “so damn good it’s criminal.”

He hums, pleased that you enjoy his attention. He loves everything about sex, but there is something magical about being with you. It’s so easy, so freeing to be with a woman who is just as eager. He grips your hips in his hands and dives in with abandon.

You whimper, gripping his hair as he eagerly eats you out. He’s ravenous and your cries echo in the expensive hotel suite. “Oh. Ohhhh.” You moan when he sucks on your clit with just the right amount of pressure to make your thighs shake.

You are so vocal. Every sound feels like it’s being pulled out of your body, perhaps it is. He is dedicated to hearing those sounds and loves how you give them to him. He pulls away from your clit and laps at your folds, then settling down to push his tongue inside you.

He devours you and takes your breath away, sounds escaping your body without permission, and you are writhing until he swings his arm over your waist. His tongue pushes deep, making your head spin, and it doesn't take long for him to push you over the edge. His name screamed into the suite and your fingers gripping the expensive sheets.

Javi lets you ride his tongue, loving how you grind down on his face, his nose pushed into your clit. Only pulling away when he senses that you are spent, wrung out. He smacks his lips as he kisses your thigh and smirks up at you.

“Fuck.” You exhale, body buzzing from your orgasm. “You spoil me in every way, baby.” You murmur, shifting onto your elbows so you can look down at him. “How do you want to cum? You want me to suck your cock? Or you want to be inside me?” You ask, wanting him to have exactly what he wants.

Javi squeezes your hip and he starts to think for a moment before he grins. “I want you ride me.” He admits, squeezing your hip. “Still wearing this if it’s comfortable enough.” He wouldn’t put his desires above your comfort but he wound love it.

"It is." You promise, wanting to please him, and he shifts, shuffling off the bed to shove his pants down. You giggle when he stumbles trying to pull off his socks but he's soon flopping on the bed next to you. You smirk, shifting to kneel and you waste no time straddling him. His cock twitches on his pelvis and you reach down to wrap your fingers around him, "you're so perfect." You murmur, lifting your hips to notch him at your entrance until you slowly sink down onto his cock.

He groans, eyes rolling back in his head. “Fuck, you’re the perfect one.” He swears, gripping your hips and watching you with a pride that comes from knowing that such a sexy, wonderful creature wants him. “I’m falling in love with you.” He confesses breathlessly. “I’m not saying that because you are riding me, i just-“

You cut him off by surging down to press your lips to his. He grunts, his hands squeezing your hips, and you pull back for a second. “I’m falling for you too.” You promise, “I have been since the moment I met you.” His answering grin takes your breath away and you peck his lips, starting to rock on top of him.

He would roll you over, under him, but you look perfect on him. Writhing in pleasure as you ride him. Taking what you and making his toes curl as you clench around him. He knows that you are it for him. His search is over. One hand slides up to cover a lacy tit. “Feels so good baby.”

Your palms are on his chest as you push up so you can ride him. He stretches you out, pushing deeper in the new angle, and you whimper. You can feel his heart pounding under your hand and you know you want to spend the rest of your life with him. It's crazy. You only met at the wedding but you feel like you've known him for years. "Fuck. You always feel so good." You moan, covering his hand on your tit to squeeze it.

He groans in agreement but he thinks you always feel good. He loves how you rock your hips and circle them around. It feels amazing and you get tight around him. “Fuck baby, ride me.” He coos. “Show me how good you are.”

You are egged on by his demand, shifting your thighs so you can lift up a little higher, sinking back down onto his cock a little harder. His grunt makes you smirk and you start to rock harder and faster, your chest heaving as you ride him. “Fuck.” You pant, eyes fluttering closed as you work yourself up.

He watches you. Urging you on by rocking his hips up and loving the small squeak you give, eyes bursting open when he strikes a different spot inside you. “Fuuuuuuck.”

“There. Oh God. Right fucking there.” You pant, rolling your hips as he thrusts up into you, and your jaw drops. That spot has you seeing stars and he keeps that angle as he thrusts up into you. You fall forward, bracing yourself on his chest as he takes over the pace and you kiss his jaw. “Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum. So good. Oh shit. Yes.” You choke, eyes rolling back as he hits an angle that has your cunt fluttering until it clamps down on his cock, soaking him as he pushes you over the edge.

“That’s it, fuck that’s it.” Javi grunts, rocking his hips up just as frantically to fuck you through your pleasure. “Perfect pussy, perfect. Knew I wanted to fuck you every chance I could when I slipped inside you for the first time.” He groans. “Fucking amazing. Fuck, fuck, you can come for me again, can’t you?” He babbles. “Yeah you can, rub your clit baby. I need another one.”

His rambling has you gasping for breath, so turned on by how pussy drunk he sounds and you nod, shifting so you can slide your hand between you to rub your clit. You whimper and he chuckles, “I know baby, I know. It’s a lot but you can do it. Wanna feel you soak me again.” He demands and you choke, shaking above him as he pushes you through overstimulation until you clamp down on him again. Your wail of pleasure hits his ears as your hand frantically rubs your clit until you collapse onto him.

Now it’s his turn. He wraps his arms around you, anchoring you to his body as he rocks up into you. “That’s good baby, so good for me.” He grunts. “gonna cum, you are so fucking tight right now. Like a- a vice, squeezing my cock.” He chuckles. “Milking me.”

You struggle to grind back onto him, still reeling from your orgasms, but you manage it. You rock back onto his cock and kiss his jaw, “that’s it, Javi. My love. Cum for me. Want to feel you fill me up. Wanna drip you all damn night. Please. Cum for me.” You murmur between kisses to his jaw and down his neck.

Javi shudders and his arms tighten around you, pushing deep as his cock starts to throb. Your name falls from his lips as he starts to cum. Pumping hot ropes of cum inside you, groaning as he fills you. Eyes closed and holding you steady until he’s slowly lowering his hips to the bed.

You pant, trying to catch your breath, but you lift your head to look at him. He’s so fucking handsome. You giggle, leaning in to kiss his lips as you run your fingers through his hair. “Well damn, handsome. That’s just about ruined me for anyone else.” You confess, “you are - you’re my future.” You promise, caressing his cheek when he opens his eyes.

He chuckles and slides his hand up to stroke the length of your back. You are looking at him like he hung the moon and he hopes that never changes. “I’m glad that we are on the same page.” He murmurs softly, lifting his head to press his lips to yours. “Maybe our friends will be standing in our wedding sooner rather than later.” He hums, already envisioning a life with you.

You smile, loving how he's all in like you are. You are soon snuggled into his side after you've cleaned up, glass of champagne in your hand, and Javier's hand on your thigh. This is where you belong.

****

"Javi, baby, do you think this looks okay?" You ask as you walk into the bedroom. Your fingers securing your earring as you ask your boyfriend who is lacing his shoes. You are back in Boston for a meeting he's having with a director and you decided to tag along. Javier promised to take you to dinner after you entertained yourself while he went to his meeting.

“You look beautiful.” He sets down the report he had been reading to slowly peruse you up and down. Enjoying the view and smirking slightly. Tonight is special and he is excited. “You always look beautiful, but tonight you are stunning.

You fluster at his compliments. He’s always had a way with words that makes your heart pound, and you walk over to him, leaning down to peck his lips. “You ready, babe?” You ask and he nods, shuffling the papers until he stands, watching you grab your clutch and he walks over to open the door to the suite, letting you walk out first.

“What are you planning on doing while I am pretending to pay attention in my meeting tomorrow?” Javi jokes, his hand on your back and caressing your spine as you take the elevator down to the car waiting.

“I might check out the museum of fine art. It’s nice to have some time to just wander and appreciate beautiful art….when I get sick of staring at my beautiful boyfriend.” You add playfully and he chuckles, his hand sliding lower on your back. “Besides, that’s tomorrow. Let’s enjoy dinner tonight.” You turn to kiss his jaw as the doors open.

“I am glad the meetings are over today.” Javi hum, wrapping his hand around your waist. “I missed you.” He guides you into the elevator and hums when the doors close. “Just a nice night with my beautiful girl.”

You lean into him, “I missed you too.” You turn towards him, pressing your lips to his jaw and you pull back a moment later to wipe your lipstick from his skin. “I hope the director agrees to work with you. Your script is - it’s the best one you’ve written.” You confess, reaching for his hand to squeeze it.

He smiles and squeezes your waist. “I think you’re biased, but I love that you are so supportive.” He grins. “And I passed along your portfolio, so even if he doesn’t want to take this movie, he was very impressed.

You caress his chest, “Javi.” You sigh despite melting that he’s your biggest cheerleader. “You’re going to get it picked up and maybe I’ll do set photography which means we will get to work together.” You smile, hoping that’s true but you never know.

“I would love to work with you.” He murmurs, leaning in to kiss you softly. “But tonight I just want to celebrate us.” He grins. “It’s special.” He announces. “Today is the anniversary of our first official date.”

You gasp, having forgotten but apparently he hadn’t and that makes you melt. “One year later.” You smile at him just as the elevator doors open. “And we are in Boston. Full circle, huh? All that would be left would be to go to Carmelita’s.” You add and he smirks, raising his eyebrows at you. “Oh my God, you booked it, didn’t you?” You ask excitedly and he nods. Your heart flutters and you look at him, “I love you. So much.” You promise, squeezing his hand.

“I love you too.” The doors open and you are whisked out to the car. The drive to Carmelita’s doesn’t take long and he is climbing out of the back to hold his hand out for you to help you out.

You let him guide you into the restaurant and you are so excited to be back at the Italian you love with the man you love. “I have been dreaming about the carbonara.” You confess, “so you’ve read my mind, baby.”

“I think I know you pretty well by now.” He chuckles and follows the waiter over to the intimate table for two he had set up. Soon enough you will understand what is going on, but you will when the rest of the diners show up.

You settle into your seat, watching Javier sit opposite you, and you glance around, “it’s pretty empty in here. It’s not that late.” You frown, wondering where the other diners are. “Did you reserve the whole restaurant?” You ask Javi and it’s not something he hasn’t done before.

“No.” He shrugs. “I guess other reservations haven’t shown up yet.” He says and looks at the drink menu. “I’m thinking champagne, or do you want to start with something else?”

You nod, knowing he always remembers the drink you asked him for on the wedding day, the day you met, and you smile at him, “that’s perfect, baby.” He orders the bottle and you bite your lip as you look over the menu despite knowing what you want.

He smiles as he watches you for a moment, head tilted down and you are absorbed in the menu. Not noticing patrons filing in and being seated around you. “Anything changed on the menu?” He asks, looking over his own menu, even though he knows it hasn’t.

You giggle, shaking your head as you browse the menu until you finally lift your eyes and look up at the man you love. He smirks and you frown when his gaze drifts behind you, so you turn your head to see what he’s looking at.

Aaron and Ruby are sitting at the table to the left of you. Your parents are beside them. Every table in the restaurant is filled with your friends and family. He had invited them, flown them in, to be here for this moment.

Your eyes widen, glancing around at your friends and family sitting in the restaurant. Your head spins back to Javi and you gasp when you see him kneeling there. “Oh my God.” You choke, “I- baby?” You ask breathlessly, feeling like your heart is about to pound out of your chest.

Javi grins. “A year ago our adventure began and I have loved every single day. I want to wake up next to you every morning for the rest of my life. Be there for every good day and every bad day.” He smiles. “I want to build a life full of love and laughter with you.” He murmurs your name softly, “Will you marry me?”

Tears immediately spring in your eyes and you nod, choking on a sob that transforms into a “yes.” His answering smile takes your breath away and he reaches for the ring, sliding it onto your hand as tears stream down your cheeks. “I love you.” You gasp, surging down to kiss him, cupping his cheeks as your family and friends clap.

He kisses you back, dragging both of you up to your feet. Euphoric about you agreeing to spend your life with him and he pulls back with a grin. “I love you too baby.” He promises. “Now we have our own wedding to plan.”

You caress his chest, “well at least we know who our maid of honor and best man are.” You turn to look at your best friends seated beside you and Ruby grins, looking at her husband who winks at her. Javier chuckles, kissing you softly, and you smile against his lips. You never expected to meet the love of your life at your best friend’s wedding but you did and you are excited to spend the rest of your life with him. It’s going to be the adventure of a lifetime with Javier as your husband.

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