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Guilty Pleasures ŕź jjk, kth (m) | chapter v
â Summary: Three years of being Seoul's power couple earns you nothing but a big fat divorce settlement and your face plaster on every gossip column around town. You're angry, hurt, and desperately want to move on, but worst of all? You're still in love with the man who started the whole mess, even though the most he can ever see you as is a friend. The renowned actor you've hired to be your company's new endorser seems to have a soft spot for you though. He's easy on the eyes, you'll admit, but who actually wants a divorcee like yourself? It's unrealistic really.
pairing: ex-husband ceo!jungkook x ceo!reader, actor!taehyung x ceo!reader
genre/AU: angst, smut, fluff, loverstoexesto ?, coworkers2?, unrequited love
Word count: 14k+
Warnings: oc and jk are both 30, Taehyung is 32, swearing, tornado of emotions, morally grey characters, mentions of toxic relationships, mentions of broken home/families, mean relatives, mentions of therapy, struggles of self-blame, regret, guilt, denial, self-deprecating in some areas etc., mentions of alcohol consumption, mentions of sexism in the media and business world, there is one scene depicting some physical violence (tame) , finally some fluff!, and I won't spoil any more
playlist: Unkiss Me, Apologize, Hate That I Love You, etc.
a/n: OMG....ignore the fact that this is releasing a month after ch. 4. đŤ i'm sorry. On the bright side, I'm VERY excited to share this with you AND this actually isnât the last chapter. Thereâs one more after! I hope you enjoy 𼰠ALSO, this is GP!Taehyung in this chapter (....đŽâđ¨)
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"This can't be right," you mutter to yourself for the umpteenth time, eyes heavily fixated on your laptop screen. You've been scrolling through the latest press releases all morning, a cup of tea growing cold beside you.
Ever since Jiminâs text last week, rumors about your ex-husband stepping down from his position at JeonX practically spread like wildfire, with nearly every journalist adding their individual spin on the matterâsome suggest personal issues, while others hint at possible disagreements within the company.
Despite the influx of information, however, it all remains too vague and inconclusive. An official statement from the company directly would help clear up speculations, but itâs been crickets. Their silence only makes you consider the validity of the rumors even more.
Why would they make such a critical leadership change right after their newest product launch though?
This question, among others, continuously swirl in the back of your mind and you find the entire predicament ironic. You used to be one of the first to know the ins and outs of the company, easily able to distinguish the truth. Now, you're left in the dark like everyone else, dependent on the media for answers.
Before your eyes have time to skim the next group of articles on your screen, your phone rings.
It's Taehyung.
âHey,â you answer casually, momentarily forgetting the significance of the call.
âMorning!â His voice is gravelly yet carries a cheerful tone. He seems quite upbeat for a foggy Saturday at 8 a.m. âAre you still okay to carpool to my parents' place today? Tan and I are on our way over.â
Dammit. Of course, this isnât just any old Saturdayâitâs the day of Taehyungâs family gathering. It had slipped your mind that you asked to ride together a few days prior. Given that it would be a five-hour long commute, driving separately seemed less convenient and enjoyable. Besides, youâd miss out on having Tan on your lap, his head poking out of the passenger-side window.
âYeah, Iâm good to go,â you reply, trying to sound more confident than you feel. âIâll be ready when you get here.â
âGreat! See you soon.â Taehyung hangs up, and you put your phone down with a deep breath.
To be blunt, you're still extremely nervous about the affair. Surely his family knows who you are and has seen their fair share of articles about you. So how will they react when you show up next to Taehyung at their family function? He says theyâll like you, but it's hard to accept.
Nonetheless, you know how important this family gathering is to him and how much he wants you to be there. Not only is it a family event, but itâs also a celebration of his recovery from a motorcycle accident that couldâve been much worse.
As you pour your cold cup of tea down the sink, you try to push away the unsettling mix of thoughts, focusing instead on the next task at handâ how you should dress. Prior conversations with Taehyung advise you that something polished would be ideal for the occasion, as his family appreciates a touch of elegance, yet your mind blanks on a tangible option. Surely, thereâs something in the back of your closet that would do the trick. Right?
WellâŚyouâre right-ish.
Upon searching through rows of hangers, arms growing tired, you finally find a somewhat suitable sundress. Youâre hoping it wonât look too casual, but you donât seem to have a better alternative with your closet currently overtaken by work clothes.
Wasting no further time, you quickly slip the dress over your head and observe how it fits in the mirror. Not bad, you think, before deciding on a few complimentary jewelry pieces. The saving grace of this choice of clothing is that it can easily be dolled up, which is exactly whatâs needed today.
Soon, you hear the muffling of an engine and when you peek through your bedroom window, youâre unsurprised to see Taehyungâs car pull into the driveway with a very excited Tan poking his head out from the backseat. A small smile forms on your lips at the sight.
Sparing one final look in the mirror, you slide into your shoes, toss your bag over a shoulder, and head outside to meet them.
âHey!â Per usual, you're met with a warm smile as you hop into Taehyung's car but before you can return the greeting, Tan bounds onto your lap, tail wagging eagerly. âGod, Iâm so sorry about him,â Taehyung reaches for his dog, but you quickly reassure him itâs alright.
âIâm happy to see you too, Tan,â you laugh, petting him affectionately. Your focus then shifts over to Taehyung, "Thanks for coming to get me."
âOf course,â he replies, smile widening as he watches Tan settle into your lap. âIâm really glad youâre coming with me," he continues, pulling away from the curb. "My parents are looking forward to meeting you.â
You nod, trying to calm your fluttering nerves. âIâm looking forward to meeting them too.â This time, when you glance his way, you take in his attireâa crisp white button-up shirt, sleeves rolled to the elbows, and black dress pants. Itâs a classic look, yet it seems oddly refreshing on him. It's not like you expected Taehyung to look bad or anything; far from it, but did he always have to look this good? A queasy feeling soon settles in the pit of your stomach...maybe you should have worn something else.
Before you're able to fully turn away from him, Taehyung speaks up. âYou look really nice today,â he says softly, eyes lingering over your face and down your body before shyly refocusing on the road. âThat dress is beautiful on youâit really suits you.â
âOh, thank you,â you reply with a shy smile of your own, unexpectant of his comment. âYou donât look half bad yourself.â
Something about the subtle exchange of compliments stirs a bundle of nerves in both of you and even with averted eyes, neither of you finds it entirely unpleasant.
The rest of the drive is long, but luckily, soon fills with lighthearted conversation and laughter. It's become easier and easier to be around Taehyung, you think.
After more than a few bathroom breaksâmostly due to Tanâs persistent whiningâyou finally catch sight of Taehyungâs parentâs house.
Itâs even more picturesque than you imagined, with its charming architecture and well-tended garden. In the distance, the ocean glimmers, tying the scene perfectly together.
âI meant to mention earlier, but my parents have an oceanfront view,â Taehyung says casually, pulling up to the house. âWe can go down there later if youâd like. Itâs private access.â
âReally?â You glance over at him with anticipation, your excitement clear. You can already taste the saltiness of the water. âIf itâs really okay, Iâd love that.â
âItâs more than okay,â he assures with a smile. âIn fact, itâs a done deal. The best time to go is in the evening. We can even use the excuse that we need to take Tan for a little stroll if necessary. Family bonding can get a bit overwhelming without a few breaks.â He lets out a chuckle but stops when he notices your slightly demure expression.
âHey,â he turns to you with gentle eyes. âEverything okay?â
You blink, momentarily pulled from your thoughts. âOh, yeah, sorry. I was just thinking itâs been a while since Iâve gone to any kind of family affair. They know Iâm coming, right?â
Understanding your apprehension, Taehyung shifts the gear into park and places a light hand on your arm. âAbsolutely, and please believe me when I say theyâre more than ready and excited to meet you. Theyâve asked about you so many timesâIâm pretty sure Iâve lost count. Iâm really happy youâre here with me too, so I hope you donât feel like youâre intruding because I promise youâre not at all. And if at any point you need a moment to yourself, take it. I want you to feel as comfortable as possible, and Iâm confident my family will want the same.â
With his hand on your arm, you find yourself wrapping yourself in the comfort of the gesture, nerves slowly easing in the process. âThanks, Tae,â you reply, feeling a tad lighter than before.
âAre you ready?â
You nod, signaling him to remove his hand to take the key out of the ignition. As his hand leaves your arm however, you feel a subtle, unexpected shiftâwishing the warmth of his touch could linger just a moment longer.
But hold up.
Since when did he affect you like this?
Dwelling on it further proves to be futile because before you can blink, the houseâs front door swings wide open, revealing an older, petite woman with a kind and inviting smile. You both step out of the car immediately, Tan happily trotting around the yard confidently.
The woman pulls Taehyung into a big hug once close enough, and itâs all the evidence you need to deduce that she must be his mother.
âWe were wondering where you were!â she starts. âEveryoneâs here except you.â Itâs a light scold, not that Taehyung minds from the giant grin spreading across his face.
âForgive me, Mom. I guess weâre fashionably late,â he replies.
Mrs. Kim looks up and down her son with adoration, hands still gripping his arms. âLook at you,â she coos, as if proud. âMy son is so handsome. Iâm so happy to see you here, healthy and well.â
âMom, this is __.â
Her eyes then shift to you, standing somewhat awkwardly beside them. If possible, her warm expression brightens even more, taking you by surprise.
âMy goodness, Iâm being so rude," she says, stepping toward you. "Itâs wonderful to finally meet you, honey. Are you okay with hugs?â
âSure.â You offer a sincere smile and embrace her. When you do, you feel a sense of peacefulness that you hadnât ever before, soothing any lingering tension. You canât help but assume that many of Taehyungâs qualities must come from her.
âIâm so pleased that my son brought you today,â she says, pulling back from the hug. She takes in your clothing as well. âYou're absolutely lovely, my dear. Doesn't this color work wonderfully on her?â She glances at Taehyung, who merely nods in agreement.
âYouâre the one who looks beautiful, Mrs. Kim,â you return the compliment, feeling a tad embarrassed by all the praise. âI love your earrings by the way. Are they jade?â
She nods, pleasantly. âThank you for noticing. Theyâre indeed jade. My husband gifted them to me for our anniversary last year. I told him he didnât need to get me anything, but that man is so persistent. Speaking of which, you should come inside and meet him.â She turns around at once and ushers you and Taehyung into the house. He allows you to go first.
As you follow Mrs. Kim up the steps, Tan bounds ahead excitedly. The aroma of delicious food fills the air the further you walk, and soon youâre greeted by a cozy, homey atmosphere.
Finally, you find Taehyungâs father in the kitchen, washing his hands at the sink. âHoney, Taehyungâs here and he brought __ with him.â Upon hearing your name, the man quickly dries his hands on a towel and extends a friendly hand your way, eyes twinkling.
âHello, __! Iâm glad you could come today. Weâve heard so much about you.â
âLikewise,â you reply, âThank you for welcoming me into your home. Itâs gorgeous in here.â
âWell, we have our son to thank.â He directs his attention to Taehyung, reaching out and patting his son on the back with a proud smile. âHe bought this house for us after all. Heâs a good son.â
What?
You glance at Taehyung in surprise, intrigued to learn more about this new bit of information. However, seemingly flustered by the comment, you decide itâs better to save it for another time. His mother is quick to step in.
âTaehyung, dear, why donât you show __ around and introduce her to everyone?â she suggests smoothly. âTheyâre all in the living room. Weâll gather everyone to have lunch soon.â
Taehyung nods at the suggestion and begins leading you through the house, until you reach the living room at the end of the hall. The room is even larger than you anticipated upon entering, its high ceilings finished with a delicate glass chandelier. A grand piano sits in the far corner as well where a number of children huddle together, each taking turns playing a few notes.
One by one, Taehyung starts introducing you to his relatives and despite your initial apprehension, each person you meet greets you with nothing but warmth and kindness. Not even a single person shows discomfort towards you or makes a dig into your personal life (though youâre certain theyâre well aware of who you are). Itâs no wonder Taehyung boasts about his family so oftenâthey truly are a close-knit and respectable group of people.
At least, thatâs what you think until Taehyung asks, âWhere's Auntie and Uncle? I havenât seen them yet.â
One of Taehyungâs cousins looks a bit hesitant before replying, âOh, Tae, Iâm sorry, but we havenât heard anything from them so they might not be coming today. Maybe they had last-minute plans. Itâs a bit of a shame, really.â
An odd silence settles over the room at this, conversations lower in volume, and a few knowing glances are exchanged among relatives. The abrupt shift seems to throw a wrench into your previous statement of closeness since, evidently, the absence of Taehyungâs aunt and uncle casts a dark shadow over the cheerful gathering.
Sensing an awkward lull, Taehyung tries to lighten the mood with a bright smile. âWell, Iâm sure weâll still have a great time. Iâm just happy to see everyone here.â He gently redirects the conversation to something more upbeat, attempting to remedy the unusual tension.
Just then, a small figure bursts into the room, capturing everyoneâs attention.
A little girl, no more than six or seven years old, runs straight toward Taehyung with arms outstretched. âTaetae!â she shouts, using the affectionate nickname as she latches herself around his legs.
Taehyung's face breaks into possibly the happiest grin youâve seen in response as he kneels to lift her up effortlessly, holding her close as she giggles. âHey, sweetheart! I missed you!â His voice is filled with affection, though thereâs a hint of shock as well.
Eagerly, the little girl secures her arms around his neck. âI missed you too! Mommy and Daddy said we might not be able to come, but here we are!â
âWell, I'm so glad! Have you been a good girl for your parents?â he asks with a playful tone.
The little girl nods vigorously. âYes! Iâve been helping Mommy with so much lately.â
âGood job!â Taehyung says, giving her a high five.
Youâre unsure exactly how the two relate, but the longer you watch the interaction unfold, the more evident it becomes that Taehyungâs a natural at connecting with children. His playful demeanor and patience make it clear that he has a special way with them. Itâs heartwarming to see, quite honestly.
âTaetae, whoâs she?â the little girl asks suddenly, her big, curious eyes setting on you.
Taehyung smiles and gestures for you to come closer. âThis is __. Sheâs my friend.â He looks at you and adds, âThis is my little cousin Eun-ha. Weâre quite close.â
âHi, Eun-ha,â you greet with a soft smile. âItâs so nice to meet you.â
She doesnât return your greeting, but rather leans into Taehyungâs ear and whispers something you canât quite hear.
Taehyung chuckles softly, though it does little to conceal your curiosity. âNo, Eun-ha,â he says, shaking his head. âWe donât kiss like in my movies. But yes, she's very pretty.â
Though you wish otherwise, your surprise is barely hidden as you process the revelation.
âWhy not?â Eun-ha asks, puzzled. âYou kiss lots of pretty people in the movies.â
Flustered, Taehyung clears his throat. âWhoâs letting you watch my shows? Youâre a little young for those I think.â
âShe likes to watch them when she canât see you,â a new voice interjects.
Following the voice, you see two adults entering the roomâ Taehyungâs aunt and uncle. Their expressions are clearly stiff and somewhat distant, a stark contrast to the warmth of the rest of the family.
âWell, I guess itâs okay then,â Taehyung responds, maintaining his usual beaming smile. âAuntie, Uncle, itâs good to see you.â
His aunt and uncle offer polite but somewhat curt greetings.
âGlad to see youâre alright, Taehyung,â his aunt says, her tone lacking warmth.
âHello,â his uncle adds, his expression neutral. âI see youâve brought a guest.â He nods toward you.
âYes, this is __,â Taehyung introduces you, âSheâs a friend of mine and a colleague as well.â
The pair glance at you briefly, their eyes betraying a lack of interest.
âNice to meet you,â his aunt says, though the thickness in her tone suggests otherwise.
âLikewise,â you respond, trying to match their formality with a friendly smile.
âYou know, when I heard my nephew was bringing a guest, I wasnât quite sure what to expect,â she continues, though the implication is unclear.
âIâm sorry?â you ask, trying to grasp her meaning.
âMy apologies. I work as an editor for a journalism outlet, so Iâve come across your name before,â she explains. âItâs always interesting to see people in person after reading about them. I canât say I ever imagined having the opportunity today.â
âOh,â you say, trying to keep your composure. âI hope the coverage has been accurate.â You know they havenât been, aside from a couple of progressive news outlets. Based on her rigid stare, you donât think she belongs to either of them.
âTheyâre accurate most of the time,â she replies, her eyes narrowing slightly. âAlthough, there are alwaysâŚdifferent perspectives on such matters.â
You offer a polite, tight-lipped smile in response. Despite your best efforts to remain composed, however, your hands unconsciously clench into fists at your sides, indicating your bubbling discomfort.
âWell, Iâm sure those articles are just one side of the coin,â Taehyung chimes in, attempting to smooth over the conversation. âIâm of the mindset that you really donât know a person until you spend time with them. And I can assure you, those overpriced tabloids have it all wrong.â He shoots you a reassuring look.
In the midst of it all, Taehyungâs father steps into the room, oblivious to the tension. âAlright everyone, itâs time to eat!â he announces, his voice carrying a cheerful note. âLetâs gather around now.â
Neither you nor Taehyungâs aunt speak another word to each other as you follow his father into the dining room. You take a deep breath along the way, an attempt to steady yourself.
As lunch begins, Taehyungâs father stands at the head of the table, a broad smile on his face as he raises a glass.
âWe want to thank everyone for being here today to celebrate Taehyungâs recovery,â he begins, his voice filled with heartfelt sincerity. âWeâre grateful for this family and for the love and support that has carried us through. To Taehyung!â
âTo Taehyung!â everyone echoes, lifting their glasses in a unified cheer.
From then on, the meal progresses smoothly, with conversation gradually returning to pleasant topics. Dishes are passed around, and laughter helps lighten the mood. Taehyungâs parents share stories of their journey together, their voices rich with wisdom and nostalgia. As you listen, you get a glimpse of the morals that have shaped their family. Itâs so different from your own upbringing, and you feel honored to be a part of it today.
Yet it's still difficult to ignore the lingering heaviness in your chest from your earlier interaction with Taehyungâs aunt. Even now, her sour expression is directed your way, though she seems to withhold her remarks, perhaps due to Mr. and Mrs. Kimâs presence.
Donât take this personally, you repeat in your head. Thereâs likely some underlying history or traditional views being projected onto you. This isnât really about youâŚdon't take it personally.
Midway through the meal, Taehyungâs mother intrigues everyone by pulling out a collection of old photographs. She begins sharing the backstories of various childhood photos of Taehyung, the corners of her eyes crinkling with joy and amusement as she recounts each memory. Taehyung, visibly flustered, tries to hide his blush as his family teases him.
âOh, look at this one!â his mother exclaims, holding up a particularly old photo of a much younger Taehyung with a hilariously exaggerated hairstyle. âHe was so determined to be a rock star!â
The room bursts into laughter, and Taehyung grins sheepishly, his cheeks rosy. âIs this really necessary? I mean __âs hereâŚâ
âCome on, Tae, itâs cute!â you say with a smile, giving his arm a playful shove. As you do, Taehyungâs auntâs eyes widen slightly. Her gaze shifts sharply between you two, and a flicker of disapproval crosses her face. You stop your playfulness upon first notice, finding it hard to ignore.
âItâs embarrassing,â Taehyung retorts, unaware of his auntâs reaction.
âOh hush,â his mother replies with a warm smile. âLet a mother indulge in the memories of her children. Youâre all grown up now, and with your busy schedule, I hardly see you anymore.â
âAlright, fair point,â Taehyung concedes. âCarry on.â
When the meal winds down, Taehyungâs aunt clears her throat and speaks up. âIs everyone ready for dessert? Iâve baked a homemade cake,â she announces, tone carrying a hint of forced cheerfulness. Turning to you, she adds, âWould you mind assisting me in the kitchen, __? I could use an extra hand.â
Taehyung immediately offers to help, but his aunt insists on speaking with you alone, masking it as an opportunity to get to know you better.
Once youâre in the kitchen and away from prying eyes and ears, Taehyungâs auntâs demeanor shifts abruptly. She returns to her previous blunt and unreserved nature. âI need to be honest with you,â she begins, her voice low and steely. âI donât think you should be here.â
Her words sting, yet a part of you canât help but wonder if thereâs some merit to them.
âI know this is a family event, and Iâm sorry if it seems like Iâm intruding. Taehyung invited me.â
âNo, thatâs not what I meant,â she dismisses, venom lacing her tone. âI mean, you shouldnât be here with Taehyung.â
âIâm not sure what youâre referring toââ
âOh please, donât pretend I donât have eyes, Ms. __,â she interjects sharply. The use of your formal name sends a chill down your spine. âYou may be friends now, but I can see thereâs more going on beneath the surface. Unlike the rest of my family, I wonât just stand by and let it happen. So, if you think you can charm your way into my nephewâs life just like you did with that ex-husband of yours, then youâre mistaken. I wonât allow you to ruin his life.â
Ruin his life? You ruined Jungkookâs life and now you are about to ruin Taehyungâs? Confused and hurt, you finally realize the root of the matterâshe's convinced youâre a gold digger.
Youâre stunned by the accusation, struggling to find words as she continues. âThereâs nothing you can say to change my mind either. Even if the articles arenât exactly true, you still have a past, and Taehyung deserves betterâsomeone without all these complications. Donât you agree? Maybe if you hadnât been married before and were ten years younger, things might be different. But honestly? A woman your age should already have a family of her own.â
Silence falls heavily in the kitchen after her final words, the only sound being your labored breaths. Your throat goes dry and your hands clammy as some of your deepest insecurities take root, striking right at your core.
Itâs trueâyouâre 30 years old, divorced, and without children. Itâs a stark contrast to your peers.
Youâd always imagined your life turning out differently, but here you are, alone and without any kind of companionship. You werenât expecting to be reminded of it all today.
âI think youâve made yourself clear about how you feel,â a voice speaks up, and you think itâs yours, until you realize itâs much too deep.
Taehyungâs aunt looks momentarily stunned to see her nephew standing in the doorway, his expression a mixture of shock and anger. But she quickly regains her composure. âTaehyung, I was justââ
âPlease donât,â he interrupts, voice firm. âIf I had known you were going to be this cruel towards someone I deeply care about, then Iâm sorry I invited you.â
He steps closer, his gaze unwavering. âYou have no right to judge someone you donât know based on rumors and assumptions.â
His auntâs face softens, though her disapproval remains. âIâm only looking out for you. I donât want you to get hurt.â
âI donât need you to protect me from my own choices,â Taehyung replies, his voice calmer. âIâve made my own decisions, and __ is a part of that. If you canât respect that, then maybe you should reconsider how you approach these situations.â
Taehyungâs aunt stands silent for a moment, her gaze shifting between Taehyung and you. She seems to weigh his words before finally nodding and turning back towards the dining room, her displeasure still evident.
Taehyung turns to you, his face etched with worry. âAre you alright?â
You hesitate, unable to give a clear response. âI⌠I think I need some air,â you finally say.
âMaybe itâs time we take that walk down to the beach,â he suggests gently. âWhat do you think? Of course, if youâd prefer to go solo, thatâs completely your call too. Iâll understand either way.â
You nod, appreciating the idea. âIâd like you to come with me.â
âLet me grab Tan and we can head down,â Taehyung says with a reassuring smile.
The sound of the waves grows louder as you approach the ocean, providing a soothing backdrop to your racing thoughts. It's even more beautiful up close, you think, observing how the sun reflects off the water.
As you walk along the shore, Tan runs ahead, chasing the waves and barking playfully. The sight of him brings a small smile to your face, easing some of the heaviness in your chest.
Taehyung walks beside you, his presence peaceful, though neither of you are quick to speak.
Finally, after a few minutes pass, he breaks the silence.
âIâm really sorry about what happened back there," he says quietly. "My aunt's always had more traditional perspectives, but I didnât know how rigid theyâd gotten. Regardless of how she might've made you feel, I want you to know that youâre very important to me and I couldn't care less about what the public says. The rest of my family seems to love you too so far."
You take a deep breath, the salty air filling your lungs. âItâs not your fault, Taehyung. But thank you.â You pause, your face visibly conflicted. âTo be honest, Iâve heard variations of it before from other people. I just didnât expect her to be so⌠direct.â
He nods, turning to you with sincerity. âI know it was hurtful, and even though I didnât hear everything she said, you didnât deserve it. It's not true, either.â
You manage a small, tight-lipped smile, but it hardly matches how you feel inside. âWell,â you begin, continuing your walk, âsome of it's true, I think.â Taehyung looks at you with concern, though you struggle to hold his gaze.
âWanna sit?â he suggests lightly, gesturing to a spot on the beach with a clear view of the waves ahead. "Tan'll be fine to roam around on his own."
You nod slowly in reply, a gentle breeze caressing your face and feathering against your legs as you move.
Once you reach the area, you tuck the skirt of your dress beneath your thighs and take a seat on the soft sand. Taehyung sits down beside you.
âSo,â he starts again, his eyes never leaving your face, âwhatâs true?"
You take a moment, watching the waves crash against the shore before forming a response. âItâs justâŚâ Your voice falters as you search for the right words. âIâm 30 years old. The natural course for someone my age is to have a family, a couple of kids, and of course, be married. Or at the very least, have a reliable romantic partner.â
âInstead,â you take a short breath, âit feels like Iâm living in a completely different reality from everyone else. Divorced from a big shot CEO, without children, and painted as some kind of spinster or gold digger for the media to exploit. Being a woman, there's really no in-between which makes it that much harder to overcome."
Upon finishing your thought, an unmistakable nervousness bubbles up within you. Had you just overshared? Were you too honest? Although unsettled, everything in you hopes that you didn't just overstep your boundaries with Taehyung, as the two of you hadn't had this deep of a conversation before. You find yourself holding your breath as he replies.
"To have all that unnecessary pressure placed on you is unfair,â he says quietly. âI canât imagine how tough it must be to feel disregarded and reduced to so little. I'm so sorry, __. I'm sorry that we gets so fixated on image and whatâs deemed proper that we often forget the real meaning behind things. I know it might be hard to believe, but thereâs more to your story than what others see or say. More than even you might think, too."
As if inevitable, your vision goes misty and a tear spills down your cheek upon hearing his words, though you're quick to wipe it away. It's not that the words themselves are monumental, but rather, they confirm the closeness of your relationship. Few people have ever understood or cared to understand you, so you had stopped expecting it altogether, especially after your divorce. Yet somehow, Taehyung always surprises you, being one of the few who truly does.
Feeling a bit more comfortable, you admit, "I know it's probably an overstatement, but I can't help but feel like I'm alone in ways that are hard to escape. Some days I just don't know what to do with it all. Does that make sense?"
âSweetheart,â Taehyung says softly, taking the hand you used to wipe your tears and lacing his fingers with yours. The warmth of his touch sends a comforting spark through you. Heâs never called you that before, and it feels unexpectedly intimateâalmost domestic, if you didnât know better.
âIt makes complete sense, especially given what you've gone through and still are. You donât ever have to feel alone anymore though,â he continues. âIâm here for you. You have Jimin and Namjoon too. And the three of us? Weâll always have your back.â
Your eyes soften as you meet his gaze. Heâs looking at you with such warmth and innocence, yet he hasnât fully grasped the weight of your words.
âI appreciate it,â you say gratefully. âItâs not all one-dimensional, though. When I say I feel alone, I mean relationally as well because, given my age and marital status, it's unlikely I'll find any real companionship. Iâm just considered âused goods' after all.â
âUsed goods? Who the hell said you're used?â Taehyungâs voice rises, not in anger but in genuine offense. Amid his reaction, his hand slips from yours.
âOur entire society?â you retort, raising your voice before lowering it again, realizing he means well. You pull your legs up to your chin and hug them. âIâm divorced, Tae. Iâm no beauty queen. Just used goods, as I said.â
You both stare out into the distance, falling into a brief silence.
âWell, I for one think youâre very gorgeous,â he says softly, still gazing ahead. âSo please, donât call yourself used. Youâre definitely not.â
âTaeââ
âDo you wish you were still married?â he interjects gently, eyes returning to yours, searching for the truth. He wants to add, To Jungkook? but keeps it to himself, not deeming it his business.
You take a moment to process his question before responding.
âSome days I do,â you admit. âNot just with anyone, though. Iâve already learned my lesson the hard way. Jimin tried setting me up with a few of his coworkers a while back, but I declined. Theyâre so far away that I doubt anything would work out. Plus, not to be harsh but who in their right mind would risk it with me anyway?â
âI mean...I would,â he replies almost immediately, insistence in his voice. There's no trace of bluff at all and for a moment, your heart feels like it's doing about a hundred somersaults in your chest. Taehyung's seriousness makes it seem like he means it in a deeper way, but it can't beâheâs merely speaking figuratively because of your closeness.
âOf course you would,â you reply, grabbing his hand again and smiling gratefully. âBecause you love me, right?â
You pose the question playfully, feeling your mood lift slightly, but Taehyungâs expression turns stunned, like a deer caught in headlights.
âI do,â he finally murmurs, deep and meaningful, a soft glimmer in his eyes. âI really do.â
"Hu-" you choke on your words, still trying to process his. You never finish, though, as Taehyung suddenly moves to stand up, a newfound cheekiness taking precedence over his face.
âCome on,â he says, âon a warm day like this, we should find a way to enjoy ourselves. Dance with me.â
âWhat?â you ask, though to be honest, you're not surprised by his spontaneity. âDancing is a no, Tae. You know I have zero rhythm.â
He doesnât reply to your argument but instead draws his phone from his pocket, tapping around until light jazz music starts playing. He turns up the volume as loud as he can before placing it on the ground beside you.
âWhat are you doing?â you watch as he begins swaying his body from side to side, snapping his fingers when the beat feels right.
âIâm dancing by myself since you refuse to get up.â
You laugh, âI happen to like it this way. You can be my source of entertainment.â You adjust yourself so your legs are stretched out in front of you, feet crossed as you lean back on your arms.
He chuckles and continues dancing in small circles. You feel a little guilty the longer you watch. But then...
â__,â he calls your name, low and raspy. He steps over towards you and leans down until he's face to face with you. You like the way the sun glows down on his face, and the thought crosses your mindâhe looks incredibly handsome. â__,â he calls your name again, and you realize you've been staring a little too long.
âSorry,â you reply. âSunâs making me dazed.â
He gives his usual boxy smile, and damn, why are you feeling so affected by him today? Itâs not usually this much.
âWill you please dance with me? I donât mind dancing by myself, but I prefer a partner.â He pouts and you know youâre done for.
âIâm not going to be good though,â you reply, reluctantly rising from your comfortable seated position. Taehyung pulls you into his hold the moment youâre on your feet. It's a little rougher than he meant, and your bodies accidentally collide in the process.
âShit, my bad,â he says, taking a small step back.
âItâs fine," you assure, doing the same but not before catching a whiff of his cologne. You can't quite place the scent, but itâs nice...really, really nice.
As the music continues to play, you both sway gently to the rhythm. Taehyungâs touch is warm and steady as he guides you through each simple step. You feel a strange sense of comfort and safety in his arms, and for a moment, it feels like the rest of the world fades away.
âI didnât realize you were such a good dancer,â you start. âYouâve been keeping secrets from me.â
He spins you gently, and you let out a surprised laugh, the sound mingling with the soft notes of the jazz music. âI had to take ballroom dancing lessons for a role I played years ago,â he replies smoothly, âbut I enjoyed it, so I kept it up.â When you come back to him, he holds you a little tighter, and the closeness feels more intimate and special than you anticipated.
âYouâre doing great, by the way,â he whispers, his breath warm against your ear. "Even with barely any practice."
âAll thanks to you,â you reply, a shy smile tugging at your lips. âI guess itâs kinda fun.â
âSee? Not so bad,â he says with a triumphant grin.
You glance towards the ocean, feeling a rush of spontaneity yourself. âThe water looks so inviting. We should go in.â
He quirks a brow, taking in both of your more formal attire. âDressed like this?â he asks.
You donât answer. Instead, you slide out of his hold and run towards the water, laughing and splashing him once heâs close enough behind you.
âHey! This was expensive!â he shouts, but there's no threat in his voice, only amusement.
âWell, you shouldnât have worn it around me then!â you tease, splashing him again.
Now nearly drenched, Taehyung huffs and bends down to scoop water into his palm. âYouâre gonna get itâŚâ You back away quickly, but he follows after you. âCome here, I have a very special gift for you __,â he says mischievously, water spilling from his hand as he chases you.
You both end up playing in the water for the next ten minutes, splashing and laughing until you find yourself regaining confidence. At some point, Taehyung unexpectedly tackles you from behind, his arms wrapping so tightly around your waist that no amount of movement would free you.
You find yourselves too lost in amusement to notice your closeness until small droplets of water begin falling from above.
"Was that rain?" You stop all movement, but his grip doesnât loosen. "Tae?" You call his name when it seems he doesnât register your question, twisting your head over your shoulder to peer at him.
âOhâŚum, sorry,â he finally stammers, a faint blush rising to his cheeks as he realizes the tight hold he has on you. His body flushes against your back.
âNo, itâs okayâŚâ you struggle to conceal a blush of your own, the warmth of his embrace a little overpowering. "So, I think we should head back. I'm pretty sure it's raining."
He nods and slowly unwraps his arms from around you. "I agree, but where's Tan?" His eyes frantically scan around the beach. "Tan!" he calls, and soon, two fluffy, slightly damp ears pop out from behind a rock.
"Aww," you exclaim, bending down to pick up the little dog when he trots over. "Look at him. We neglected the baby."
Taehyung snorts at your remark. "He'll be okay. It barely started."
You pretend to cover Tan's ears and shoot Taehyung a faux alarmed expression. "He can hear you, you know."
Taehyung chuckles and gently cups Tanâs face while he nestles in your arms, planting a soft kiss on the top of his head. âSorry, buddy,â he says with a grin. As he looks up, he catches a prolonged gaze in your eyes and raises an eyebrow. âWhat? You want one too?â
âOh, uhm, no,â you laugh, a bit nervously, shaking your head. âItâs just nice to see you so endearing.â You think back to how Taehyung had interacted so sweetly with his younger cousin, Eun-ha, earlier. Itâs a side of him you're finding increasingly appealing.
Taehyung's gaze softens as he replies, âI like to take care of those I love.â
Love, you repeat quietly to yourself. It sounds so different when he says it.
You smile and, side by side, head back to the house.
The faint drizzle of rain quickly turns into a downpour, with a flash of lightning illuminating the sky and thunder rumbling in the distance. Despite the potential inconvenience, Taehyungâs parents insist that it would be better for both of you to wait until morning to drive back.
"It isn't safe," his mom advises, fluffing a pillow in the guest bedroom. "The two of you can stay here for the night. Iâd offer the living room sofa too, but some of your cousins are staying over as well."
"Thanks, Mom," Taehyung replies, and when she leaves the room he casts a brief glance your way. âIâll sleep on the floor.â
âWhat? No, you can sleep in the bed with Tan." You pause, eyes scanning the room for an alternative spot. âThis chair looks pretty comfortable. Iâll grab a blanket and make do.â
"Okay no, Iâm not letting you sleep on that old, dusty chair and risk waking up with a giant kink in your neck.â Taehyung places his hands on his hips, his tone firm. âWhy donât we just sleep in the bed together? For some inexplicable reason, my parents chose to put a California King in here so there should be plenty of room. Iâll even sleep on top of the covers.â
âNo, it's fine. Tan needs his space."
âSweetheart." There it is again, that same petname from earlier. Why do you not seem to hate it? "Tan is so tiny heâll literally curl between us," he argues, though it does little to convince you.
âTae, I told you itâsââ
âAlright, Iâll take the chair then-â Taehyung starts to move toward it, but stubbornly, you block his path. There's no way he's sleeping on a chair when you're the guest here.
âYou will do no such thing!" Naturally, you place your hands on your hips. âThis is your homeâwell, your parent's home and I won't be subjecting you to sleep on something that small. Seriously Tae, I'd fit much better on it than you would given our height differences.â
A small, frustrated sigh escapes him as he counters, âI'd really rather you be comfortable, especially in an unfamiliar environment. So can we please stop arguing about this? Itâs really unnecessary. Either I take the chair or we both find a way to share the bed. You canât tell me you and Jimin never shared a bed before, and heâs your friend too!"
âYes, but thatâs different,â you insist. âJimin and I have been friends for years! Thereâs a strong trust built between us.â
âWhat do you mean by that? You donât trust me?â His face mirrors that of a sad, puppy-dog.
âTae, itâs not that at all,â you say softly, trying to sound reassuring. âI do trust you. Itâs just⌠I guess I just meant that Jimin and I have a long history together. Weâve grown very comfortable with each other in ways you and I havenât yet.â
Taehyungâs brows furrow in concern. âWhat are you really worried about, __?â
You shrug, feeling a bit flustered. âNothingâŚâ
Your mind immediately drifts back to the beachâhow he listened, held your hand gently, the way his eyes crinkled when he laughed, and what it felt like to be held so close under the rain. Everything felt so genuine, warm, and openly vulnerable.
You share similar feelings with Jimin, but they have limits as you are definitely only friends⌠best friends, to be precise. With Taehyung, you figured it would be the same; however, after today, you're realizing more and more how unsure you are of where the limits are (or where you want them to be), and it startles you.
But itâs not this alone that fuels your apprehension tonightâ thereâs something else.
âYou know I wonât do anything right?â Taehyung asks, his voice earnest. âI sleep with five pillows!â
You raise an eyebrow, a faint smile tugging at your lips despite yourself. âFive? What the hell, Tae? Are you a princess?â
âYes,â Taehyung says, more nonchalantly than expected, âbut stop deflecting. It sounds weird and a bit kinky, but why wonât you sleep in the bed with me?â
Should you tell him?
Your expression grows serious as you explain, âBecause it can be very intimate,â you murmur softly. âMaybe I'm overthinking it all, but the last time I shared a bed with someone it...uhm...it wasâŚâ
â...with your ex-husband,â Taehyung finishes for you, his tone gentle with understanding. His eyes soften as he looks at you.
âYesâŚâ you admit, your voice barely above a whisper. âItâs silly, but I havenât done it in a long time. Even Jimin and I havenât shared a bed in years.â
âIâm sorryâŚâ Taehyung says, his voice filled with genuine regret.
âTae, you donât have to be sorry,â you say, shaking your head. âItâs my own issue. Iâll just sleep on the chair, alright? Itâs only one night.â
âNot happening, youâll take the bed with Tan.â
âSeriously,â you start to protest, but heâs already moving toward the foot of the bed with determination in his eyes. He grabs the blanket from the end and rushes over to the chair with haste. You run after him, pulling at his arm, and both of you end up laughing, the tension gradually breaking.
âIt's been a very long day and I'm quite tired, __. How about turning off the lights, please?â He spreads out the blanket and settles into the chair with a satisfied sigh. Then, thereâs a loud creak followed by a distinct cracking sound.
âFuckââ Taehyung swears as the chair suddenly collapses under his weight. He rises from his seat, grimacing at the broken chair. âI knew it was old, but damn, I didnât think it was that old.â
âShit, please tell me this wasn't a family heirloom or something.â
âUh⌠I donât think so?â Taehyung scratches his head, looking sheepish. âIâll let my mom know in the morning. Itâll be fine, okay? No worries. But, um, Iâll sleep on the floor instead.â Taehyung then grabs a couple pillows and a blanket and starts forming a makeshift bed on the floor. While you watch him, your heart softens despite your exhaustion.
âAlright, enough,â you sigh, exasperated. âIf we keep this up, weâll just be going in circles all night. Letâs just share the bed, Tae. Itâs not worth you being uncomfortable.â
Taehyung looks up, concern written over his face. âAre you sure? I donât want you feeling uncomfortable either. Iâm happy toââ
âIâm sure,â you cut him off, doing your best not to overthink it. âYou're the one who'll be driving for five hours tomorrow anyway, so letâs just get some decent rest. It's okay, really.â
After a good long pause, you both end up climbing into the bed, each taking your own side as Tan curls himself at the foot of the bed. Taehyung reaches over to turn off the light, but despite the calmness of the room, you find yourself unable to sleep right away. Youâre unaware he feels similarly until he unexpectedly breaks the silence.
âAre you warm enough?â he asks quietly. âWe have more blankets if you need them.â
You turn slightly toward him. âIâm okay for now, but thanks for checking.â
He gives a soft, reassuring smile. âAlright. Just let me know if you need anything. Sleep well.â
âThanks, Tae.â You roll back onto your side and close your eyes. âYou too.â
As the night deepens, the storm outside continues its relentless drumming against the windows. At some point, Taehyung jolts awake to a faint but unmistakable sound.
He blinks groggily at first, adjusting to the dim light filtering through the curtains. Then he notices your restless movements and hears you murmuring softly in your sleep, a note of distress in your voice.
"__?" he asks quietly, still half-asleep. "Are you okay?"
When you donât respond, he shifts closer, concerned by the unease on your face. Seeing your share of the blankets has slipped off, he gently tugs them back over you, making sure they cover you comfortably.
Amid the movement, a muddled groan escapes your lipsâsomething between a whimper and a sigh, "Mmm⌠noâŚ"
It doesn't take a genius to figure out you must be having a nightmare of some sort. âItâs just a dream,â he whispers soothingly, brushing a stray hair from your face. âYouâre safe here with me.â
He gently takes your slightly trembling hand and holds it gently in his. âIâm right here, __,â he sighs softly. âNo matter what happens, Iâll always be here.â
Taehyung isnât sure how much time passes before your restlessness stops, but he stays awake, hand clutching yours until it does. Eventually, assuming youâve finally entered a more peaceful sleep, he releases your hand and rolls onto his side.
What he doesn't expect is for you to unconsciously follow him over, your body snuggling against his back. The warmth of your body against his is comforting, but he knows he can't let you stay there and risk any awkwardness in the morning. So with the utmost care, he rolls over to face you and gently adjusts your body until you're lying comfortably on your back again.
"I hope you'll be able to sleep better now," he whispers, his voice barely audible above the storm. "Goodnight."
Following the reunion, you and Taehyung part ways with mutual thank-yous and promises to see each other soon.
Time seems to vanish afterward as you find yourself increasingly buried under an endless pile of work projects. Apparently, over the weekend, a notable investor reached out to your company with hopes of setting up a meeting.
Namjoon is nearly tripping over his words when he relays the message to you.
"Can you believe it?" Your secretary stands within a foot from your desk, excitement evident in his voice. "They want to meet with us! This could be huge for our company."
You share his enthusiasm but your need to remain holistic in the matter tempers your ability to feel overly zealous. Meetings with investors always carry significant opportunities; however, there's no guarantee a deal will be struck. Truthfully, it depends on a number of factors, their level of interest outweighing them all.
Plus, every meeting requires extensive preparationâlate nights where you tirelessly hunch over your computer, perfecting every detail of the pitch and this one promises to be no different.
"Did they happen to mention a time or date for further discussion?" you ask, matter-of-factly. Namjoon nods, pulling out his phone.
"Yes, they suggested next Wednesday at 10 AM.â
You weigh the proposal in your mind. âThat should give us enough time to get everything in order, then,â you conclude. âPlease put it in our calendar and let them know weâll be ready to meet on that day.â
From then on, the remainder of your week unfolds exactly as you anticipateârelentless preparation, long nights, and meticulous planning until the small of your back aches for relief. One might say it's an exaggeration, but the only breaks you can afford are for primal necessities like eating, sleeping, and using the bathroom.
Even your weekend is spent within the walls of your home office, a far cry from previous weekends when you used to visit the book cafĂŠ or meet up with Taehyung.
Speaking of which, you havenât really gotten to see each other since his family gathering and though it was only a week ago, the lack of his presence leaves you feeling a bit disheartened. He replied to your text yesterday, but even so, it was briefâsomething about a new project or talk show interview was keeping him busy as well.
By the time Wednesday arrives, your neck is so riddled with the stress of the upcoming investor meeting that you can barely focus on your proposal notes. Everything in you hopes that the investors will be impressed enough to partner with you, but thinking about it does nothing except heighten your nervousness.
In search of some kind of solace, your mind wanders to Taehyung instead. The memory of the small dance you shared with him on the beach is once again vivid, as if it happened just moments agoâthe soft sand beneath your feet, the sound of the waves, and the way his gentle hands gripped around your waist.
But why does this memory, out of all the possibilities, feel so soothing?
You've been struggling to come to a plausible conclusion since the day it happened, yet deep down, you know itâs not as trivial as it seems. You miss it, your subconscious hums, you miss him.
Just then, Namjoon pokes his head into your office, signaling that the investors have arrived in the conference room. You send a curt nod in reply and gather your notes, refocusing your mind on the task at hand; everything else will have to wait.
Turns out, you might have been a bit too pessimistic about the investor meeting. Theyâre surprisingly pleased with your plans and proposals, nodding along to each of your points. However, their request for a day or two to reach a final decision catches you a tad off guard.
Rather than grapple with the uncertainty though, you decide to mentally prepare for whatever comes next... starting by decompressing at the bar downtown, a glass of their strongest alcohol in hand.
At first, finding a seat proves to be a challenge as you navigate through a sea of sweaty bodies. But luck, seemingly on your side, provides you with an empty chair at the far end of the bar. While you sit and order your drink, you can't help but wonder what Taehyung might be doing tonight. Should you text him to see if heâd join you, even if only for fifteen minutes?
Slipping your phone from the side pocket of your bag, you curse silently at your apparent haste. Your subconscious was rightâyou really have missed him, damn.
All at once, your thoughts are put to an abrupt stop when you take a quick glance around the bar, your gaze unprepared to land on two familiar silhouettes at the opposite endâNamjoon, with Taehyung next to him, drinks in hand. You donât know how you failed to notice them before. Theyâre laughing, clearly enjoying each otherâs company, and for a moment, your face lifts into a smile.
But that smile quickly fades when you catch sight of two women sauntering over to join them. Your initial joy is swiftly replaced by a sharp sting of jealousy and you chastise yourself for the feeling. Who are you to react this way? Taehyung can do whatever he wantsâwhy should you care who heâs out with?
Forcing yourself to shake off the feeling, you take a sip of your drink, but your gaze keeps drifting back to the group. Itâs obvious that the taller of the two women, arguably as stunning as Taehyung, is laser-focused on him, her hand brushing his arm lightly as she laughs at whatever joke heâs just told. Probably a dumb one, you think bitterly; it's obvious she's not just there for the humor and booze. It's strange to witness, as you've only known Taehyung to allow a few, select women to touch him so openlyâhis mother, his onscreen cast members, and you.
Okay __, stop, you scold yourself. This is a bad idea; youâre getting too involved for your own good. Hastily, you finish your drink and head out of the bar, the cool night air brushing against your skin. If Taehyung goes home with her, itâs none of your business.
You're barely a few feet outside the bar's door when you hear commotion echo from a nearby alley. Alarmed, you whip towards the noise, your eyes widening in disbelief. There, in the dim light, you see your ex-husband doubled over, clutching his stomach, while a shadowy figure stands in front of him, fist clenched.
Youâre not sure where the courage comes from, but within seconds, you're springing to action, racing towards the scene with a surge of adrenaline. âHey!â you shout as loudly as you can. The attacker glances back, frazzled, then bolts into the night, leaving Jungkook hunched against the alley wall.
âOh my god, are you okay?â you ask frantically, rushing to his side and helping him to his feet. He flinches away from your touch initially, his face a mix of panic and agony. âItâs me, Jungkook. It's __. Can you hear me? Itâs okay, Iâm here,â you reassure him the best you can, hoping to ease him.
Jungkook takes a few shaky breaths, body still weak as he struggles to hold himself up against the wall. His eyes are glazed, and he seems disoriented. âI⌠I didnât expect you,â he mutters, his voice strained.
Offering him an arm, you help him steady himself. âLetâs get you out of here, okay?â He nods weakly, and as you guide him towards the parking lot and into the light, you ask, "What happened back there? Do you need me to take you to the hospital?"
Jungkook sighs, wincing slightly. âNo, itâs... Iâm fine. He was just a kidâno more than 21. Angry, probably a little drunk, and accused me of being the reason his father got fired. At first, I was confused, but then I vaguely recognized him as being one of our employeeâs sons. Pretty sure it was my dad who fired hisâI was probably just an easier target."
You both fall into a contemplative silence as you continue walking. Of course Jungkook's father, the chairman of the company, would be behind this, you think. Previous times spent with him had shown you how ruthless he could be when it came to the "well-being" of his company. Whoever the kid was, he probably had a right to be angry, but physically taking it out on Jungkook wasnât justifiable by any means.
âYou sure you donât need a doctor?â you ask, glancing at him with concern.
He shakes his head dismissively, "Don't worry about me," he replies. "A couple of punches to the gut won't kill me. I think it's about time I head home though."
You nod in agreement. âWhere did you park?â
He points to a spot on the far left side of the parking lot, and you nearly groan at the sight. âDid you have to bring your bike tonight?â you ask, a hint of exasperation in your voice.
Jungkook gives a weak smile, understanding the inconvenience of the situation. âThought Iâd ride it in case I needed to get somewhere fast,â he replies, his voice strained but with a touch of humor.
"Come on," you say, walking him toward your car instead. "We might not be married anymore, but thereâs no way in hell I'm letting you ride your bike home in this condition. You can pick it up tomorrow."
Jungkook chuckles weakly. âDamn, and to think we were about to ride it together for old timesâ sake. You used to be pretty good with my motorcycle back when you were my girlfriend, __." You roll your eyes, patience thinning. If this is another one of his sexual advances, youâre long over it.
"Yeah, well, that was before Taehyungâs accident scared me half to death," you retort. "And for the record, I was never your girlfriend. We went from work partners straight to I do." You open the passenger door and help him into the seat, giving him a gentle shove. "Now sit tight and no more motorcycle talk."
Jungkook leans back and raises an eyebrow with a playful smirk. âWell, what are we gonna talk about then? Itâs a twenty-minute drive to my place.â
You slide into the driverâs seat and start the engine, giving him the go-ahead to enter his address into your carâs GPS. âAre you really whining already?â
As Jungkook taps away on the GPS, youâre suddenly reminded of a series of past car trips you shared with him. Itâs almost like dĂŠjĂ vu.
âSeriously, __,â he starts, allowing his playful demeanor to fade. âThank you for doing this for me. I know we⌠well, we arenât exactly on the best terms.â
From the corner of your eye, you observe the way he aimlessly stares out the window, unsure whether to meet your gaze.
"We may not be in the best place, but that doesnât mean Iâd just leave you there," you sigh, gripping the steering wheel tighter. A long pause follows afterward until the question that's been gnawing at you finally slips from your lips. "How's everything with the company?"
Seemingly unfazed, as if heâd been anticipating the question, Jungkook replies, âIâm guessing youâve heard the rumors.â
âHard not to,â you say, keeping your eyes on the road.
He takes a deep breath before continuing, "Well, it's um... it's a sabbatical. I know it's probably a shock, right? My father isnât too thrilled about it, so heâs delayed the official announcement until we reach a final consensus. But things have been... complicated. Our newest product launched recently, and itâs doing well, but now I think I need some time for myself. To take a step back.â
Well, shit.
Even with all the rumors, you never would have guessed in a million years that the truth of the matter was an impending sabbatical. Jungkook has always been the type to work himself until his hands bleed, so this is the last reason you expected to hear.
âIâm glad to hear youâre finally letting yourself have a break, but honestly, it doesnât sound like you at all. Feel free not to share, but what do you mean by âcomplicatedâ?â The way he frames it sounds almost ominous.
âYou really want to know?â He finally glances at you for the first time since getting into the car, his eyes carrying a hint of vulnerability.
âOnly if you want to share,â you reply cautiously.
He looks down at his hands, gathering his thoughts. âSo, remember when we last saw each other a few months back? Well, Iâve been reflecting a lot on our relationship since then. I know I wasnât fair to you, __, and I really wish I could take it all back. You never deserved any of it. I was incredibly selfish and Iâm truly sorry.â
You remain silent, thrown off by how quickly everything circles back to your fragile past together. Still, you allow him to speak.
"Before we parted ways, you suggested I see a professional, and⌠I thought I'd finally take your advice for once. Itâs strange because Iâd never gone before, butâŚâ
He pauses, searching for the right words. âIâm starting to understand a lot about myselfâwhy I react the way I do and how I handle things. Itâs been tough, but Iâm trying. I guess Iâm taking this sabbatical because I need to figure myself out, away from work, so I can be better and stop hurting people around me."
For the first time in a long time, as you listen to your ex-husband, you realize he's beginning to sound genuinely mature. If it's true that he's been seeing a therapist and taking a sabbatical to prioritize his well-being, then you're extremely proud of him.
Yet, a small part of you remains stubborn, wishing he had made these changes earlierâimagine where you might be now if he had.
âThank you for being open enough to share this with me," you respond slowly, careful not to misspeak. "Though Iâm still a little surprised, I have to say Iâm really proud of you for seeking help. Iâve been seeing someone as well, and it took me some time to settle in too, but I suppose thatâs part of the healing processâbeing uncomfortable to an extent. Weâve had our share of challenges with one another, but despite everything, Iâll always wish the best for you, Jungkookâincluding your health and mental well-being.â
As you pull into the driveway of his house, parking the car near the front door, Jungkook takes a deep breath and turns to you, visibly affected. "It means a lot that you'd say that, __," he starts hesitantly, hands fidgeting in his lap. "I know I've made a lot of mistakes, and I understand if you can't forgive me completely. But I want you to know that I am sorry. I wasnât fair to you and I'm not proud of my behavior at all."
You nod in response, a small, tight-lipped smile forming. His remorse for the past is finally sincere, yet even now, as he looks at you with those hopeful eyesâthe same ones you carried for months on endâyou know he's searching for more than just your forgiveness.
But this time, you donât think you can offer him more than that.
Because while you grew fond of him during your marriage, you've come to realize how unearned and misplaced that affection was. He broke your heart not once, but twice. And although you can never hate him, deep down, you can't ignore the lingering sting you feel when you're around him.
It's both sobering and eye-opening.
So, rather than reversing into old emotions, you simply say, "I believe you, Jungkook, and I think with time I'll be able to forgive you. If thereâs ever a time when youâre in dire need of help, like tonight, Iâll do my best to be there. Iâm afraid thatâs as far as we can go, though."
Itâs written all over his face that itâs not what he was hoping to hear, but respectfully, he doesnât press further.
"I understand," he says, fingers reaching to for the passenger door handle. "Thank you again for being there for me tonight, and for driving me home. Please feel free to reach out if you ever need me as well. I hope for the best for you too, however and with whoever you choose."
The two of you exchange a brief look of gratitude before he finally pulls the door open and steps out of the car, making his way to his front door.
"Have a good night, and rest up," you call out to him. He smiles, gives a wave, and heads inside.
As you slowly back out of the driveway, you sigh, leaving only one person ruminating in your mind: Taehyung.
Then, inevitably, images of the stunning woman at the bar with him intrude your thoughts, stirring a deep, unsettling emotion within you.
Does it really matter that much who he's out with?
Are you really that jealous about it?
Mentally, you go back and forth as if plucking petals from a large sunflower⌠Yes. No. Yes. No. UntilâSilence.
You can't seem to give a straight answer. It's like the closer you and Taehyung grow, the more undefinable and knotted your feelings become. Yet, the further apart you are, the more unnatural it feels...
Well, your indecisiveness doesnât get any better by Friday because, finally, after what feels like an eternity, you and Taehyung have plans.
Youâre heading out for dinner at a restaurant of his choosing tonight, as he insisted you go somewhere new. Where could it be? You have no clue, and while surprises arenât usually your thing, his enthusiasm when you confirmed plans earlier has left you intrigued. Thereâs also this faint, inexplicably giddy feeling in your stomach that wonât go away, coinciding with a slight nervousness.
With such a seemingly important occasion, you find yourself in front of your bedroom mirror, twisting from side to side in whatâs probably the fifth outfit youâve tried on. But nothing seems to fit quite right. Youâre feeling especially frustrated to be frank, as something that usually takes you twenty minutes is turning into a whole hour.
You end up tossing one final dress over your headâa bit more elegant for the occasion, but itâs one of the few items you own that accentuates your body down to the last detail. The dress hugs around your waist and falls just above your knees, its rich color perfectly complementing your skin tone. But isnât it a little revealing? The neckline dips down further than you remember.
Crapâthe alarm on your phone suddenly chimes, reminding you that Taehyung's arriving in ten minutes. You're running out of time.
"Youâre being ridiculous. Itâll be fine,â you reassure yourself, smoothing down the skirt of the dress. âYou're just friends. He wonât care.â
âFriendsâ stings more than you anticipated, leaving a bitter aftertaste and a deflated feeling in your chest.
Nevertheless, you give yourself one last look in the mirror, apply a quick swipe of lipstick, and head downstairs. Just as you finish slipping on your shoes and grabbing your purse from the coat rack, the doorbell rings, causing your heart to leap from your chest.
Deciding to rip it off like a band-aid, you toss open the door, and there he isâstanding on your doorstep with his signature boxy grin and gently tousled raven hair. Taehyung's dressed in a tailored blazer and matching slacks over a crisp white t-shirt, and you find yourself at a complete loss for words as if youâve forgotten what itâs like to be around him.
Maybe itâs something in the air, but he appears equally stunned, looking you up and down with wide eyes. His gaze soon softens into admiration as he takes in your entire appearance. âWow,â he chokes, clearly impressed. âYou look amazing.â
You feel a rush of warmth at his compliment and muster all your strength to keep from looking away flustered. âThank you,â your voice wavers slightly. âYou look pretty great yourself.â
Tongue in cheek, he replies with a playful smirk, âI was hoping youâd say that,â which prompts you to lightly punch him in the arm.
âDon't be arrogant.â
He chuckles, rubbing his arm with a grin. âShall we head out?â
You nod and step outside, locking the door behind you.
The drive to the restaurant is a brief one, and you're immediately struck by the charm of its exterior when you arriveâstone walls, covered with vines of ivy and warm glowing lanterns. Inside is even more beautiful, with wooden shelves lined with old books and bottles of fine wine wrapping around the room. You're starting to understand why Taehyung was so insistent on bringing you here; the place perfectly reflects his taste and, unexpectedly, yours as well.
One of the hosts leads you to a deep mahogany table after confirming your reservation. The closer you get to it, the more you notice the crisp white linens and small tealight candles that sit on top, setting a romantic scene. If you had to describe the feeling, it would be as though youâve been transported straight to a quaint corner of France.
"So, what do you think?â Seated across from you, Taehyung looks at you with bated breath. His fingers fidget with the edge of the table, nervously anticipating your verdict.
âHonestly? Itâs so charming,â you reply, glancing around in awe. âI didnât even realize we had a place like this around.â
At this, his demeanor relaxes, and a pleased smile spreads across his face. âItâs a bit hidden, but once I found it, it quickly became one of my favorite spots.â He pauses, then adds, âThis is actually the same restaurant I wanted to take you to months ago, before my accident.â
âWhat? Youâre serious?â you blink in shock as the realization slowly sinks in. You take another look around the restaurantâthe rows of books, the bottles of wine, the elegant dining atmosphereâand suddenly, it all makes sense. How did you miss it before? âIâm sorry we didnât come sooner,â you say softly, regretful of having turned down his offer before.
âItâs okay,â Taehyung's quick to reassure you, reaching out to lightly touch your hand. âWhat matters is that weâre here now. And honestly, Iâm just happy to finally share it with you.â He gives you a warm smile, and immediately, you feel a small lump form in the back of your throat.
âThank you for bringing us here tonight,â you say, âItâs wonderful, and Iâm really glad we could make it up.â
âOf course,â he replies, âI thought it was a place weâd both enjoy.â
Everything about his responses seems to carry a heightened level of endearment and attentiveness, as if thereâs more hidden beneath them.
Perhaps selfishly, you also sense thereâs something uniquely special about this nightâsomething you believe only exists between the two of you. So, when Taehyung retracts his hand, you feel a fleeting instinct to reach out and grasp it again, but you stop yourself short.
What are you thinking? This isnât a date.
Needing a distraction, you grab the menu and start scanning the options.
Taehyung sees the way your gaze drifts and tilts his head, a concerned expression on his face. âEverything alright?â he asks gently.
You nod, forcing a smile. âYeah,â you reply, trying to sound casual. âI'm just getting pretty hungry with all the food I smell.â
He chuckles, "Same here," then picks up a menu of his own.
The two of you sit in silence for the next few minutes, fixated on the food and wine list. You find yourself stealing glances at him from time to time, and unbeknownst to you, he does the same.
After the waiter takes your orders, Taehyung leans forward, resting his chin on his palm. âHowâs everything at work been? Iâve been meaning to ask.â
Your face lights up at this. âHighs and lows," you reply, voice brightening, "but we got some exciting news today. I met with a potential investor earlier this week, and theyâve agreed to partner with the company. Itâs a big win for us!â
Sharing your enthusiasm, Taehyung raises his wine glass, implicating you to follow suit. âThis calls for a toast,â he says. âI know it must have meant long nights for you, but Iâm so glad they recognized the value of you and your work. Seriously, __, you should be incredibly proud of this!"
You clink your glass with his, a light chuckle escaping you. There's something uniquely satisfying about sharing even the smallest things with him.
The conversation flows more comfortably from there, with Taehyung eagerly asking about the details of your new partnership. You reciprocate by asking about his current work projects, and soon, you both get lost in discussion, naturally causing your conversation to grow increasingly spontaneous. By the time your food arrives, the two of you must have easily covered fifty topics.
With the evening gradually becoming one of the most enjoyable youâve had, the initial butterflies you felt at the start almost fade away... almost. That is, until you near the end of the meal and Taehyung looks at you with a seriousness in his eyes.
âIâm really glad we could do this tonight," he says, "Weâve both been so caught up with work lately that we havenât had much time to spend together⌠Iâve missed it."
"Missed..." The simple six-letter word echoes in the back of your mind in a hushed murmur. It feels nice knowing you arenât the only one affected by the recent distance.
âMe too,â you reply, more breathy than intended. Before you can fully process your words, you find yourself adding, âIâve missed you a lot myself.â
A flush of embarrassment twists in your stomach the moment the words leave your mouth. You shouldnât have said it like thatâit almost sounded like⌠pining? God, you canât even blame it on the alcohol at this point; you barely had one full glass of wine. Contrary to what you'd expect, Taehyung looks at you with a hint of shyness.
âYou know,â he begins, briefly eyeing your dress, âyou really do look great tonight. Iâve been a bit worried these past couple of weeks, seeing how much you work and how little sleep you get. But now⌠I'm relieved to see you looking so well.â
You blush. If only he saw you before tonightâgreasy hair, bloodshot eyes, and oversized sweats on, you think. Evidently, tonight was an exception.
"I guess I've been worried about you too if Iâm being honest,â you admit, shifting slightly in your seat. "The last time we saw each other was at your family reunion. It feels like it was ages ago for some odd reason."
âI know what you mean,â he says softly, gaze lingering on yours a moment longer than usual. âItâs strange going so long without seeing each other. It feelsâŚunnatural.â
All at once, you pause, unsure if you heard right. Did Taehyung really say "unnatural"? Itâs exactly how youâve felt about the distance this entire time, but you hadnât expected him to feel the same. Your mind struggles to process the sheer coincidence and its possible implicationsâwas there something more to your relationship than you had realized?
While you try to make sense of it all, Taehyungâs raspy voice pulls you back to the present. âWell, uh, we should probably head out,â he suggests lightly, breaking the silence. You nod in agreement, though it does little to deter you from your thoughts.
You find yourself fidgeting with the hem of your dress the entire drive back, occasionally glancing at Taehyung in silence. His hands grip the steering wheel tightly, eyes focused on the road, yet you couldâve sworn his mouth parted at one point as if he was about to say something. But then, he held back. You wonder what he mightâve wanted to say, but youâre no betterâhesitant to breathe a word yourself.
Why are neither of you speaking all of a sudden? It feels tense and unfamiliar.
In what feels like a blink of an eye, you're standing at your front door again, Taehyung close beside you. The space between you feels smaller this time, with unspoken words still lingering, but itâs clear that despite having your keys in hand, neither of you are ready to part ways just yet.
â__?â He speaks first, voice barely above a whisper.
âYes?â You respond, turning to face him fully.
Taehyung takes a deep breath when you do, his usual warmth replaced by a heavy, unreadable expression. âThere- there's something thatâs been on my mind,â he begins, voice trembling slightly. âI've been going back and forth tonight on whether or not to tell you."
âOkay, what is it?â you ask, pulse quickening.
âItâs about us..." He hesitates, gnawing on his bottom lip slightly before continuing. "Earlier tonight, when I said I've missed being able to see you, I wasnât lying. If anything, it was likely an understatement because, no matter how busy I was, I kept thinking about youâour time at my parents' place, and how you always came to visit me when I was in the hospital."
He pauses, his fist clenching nervously.
"Iâve realized since then that maybe the reason why is because somehowâŚyou've always been more than a friend to me,â he confesses softly.
Searching your face for a reaction, Taehyung mistakes your blank expression for discomfort. Little does he know, however, that your stillness is merely due to shock, as every nerve in your body threatens to awaken. It feels surreal, you think. Sure, you had a small inkling that tonight felt different and Taehyung was sweeter than usual, but eighty percent of you chalked it up as nothing more than overthinking or projection.
Now, you realize how short-sighted youâve been, convincing yourself that you could only ever be friends and denying the rest when it's been quite the opposite.
âIâm sorry," he adds sheepishly. "It must be a lot to take in. I donât want to lose you or our friendship, but with my feelings growing, I think Iâll always want more. I thought it would be better for you to know.â
You see the sincerity in his eyes as he speaks, and though he patiently waits for your response, youâre unsure where to start. Itâs not that you question Taehyungâs genuineness or intentions, or that you donât reciprocate his feelingsâyou havenât shared such a deep connection with someone in a long time, if ever.
Rather, itâs the years of a mostly apathetic marriage that leave you feeling wary.
What would a relationship with Taehyung be like?
Would you truly love each other?
For how long?
What startles you most is the possibility that if you and Taehyung really do this and it doesnât work out, youâll be left even more devastated than before.
When you finally speak, your voice wavers slightly. âTo tell you the truth, a big part of me is relieved that you told me all of this,â you admit slowly, your hands clammy. âI thought I sensed a shift between us at your parents' and again this evening. But I also thought I was reading too much into things, convinced it was just us getting closer as friends do."
"I guess what Iâm trying to say is that I was wrong because I've been wanting more with you too," you continue. "It's like the further away we are, the worse I seem to feel, and I can't help but wonder what it would look like if we were more than friends. The thought scares me as much as it excites me, thoughâŚfor reasons I'm sure you already know."
You're uneasy about how he'll react until, all at once, his eyes fill with warmth and his hands gently reach for yours, thumbs rubbing soothing circles on the backs.
âDo you remember when we were at the beach and you asked whoâd risk it for you?â Taehyung asks. You nod, recalling the exact moment. âYou also asked if I loved you, and I agreed to both that day. I didnât realize how much those words would come full circle, but I meant it then, and I mean it now. I will love you, __, in the way you've always meant to be. I'm pretty sure I'm at least halfway in love with you already, and not just because we're friends."
Wordless, you stand facing each other, your hands still held in his, eyes steady in the brisk night air. His gaze then drifts from your eyes to your lips and back again. The movement is subtle, but in that brief moment, you let your eyes fall to his lips as well.
Taehyungâs waiting for your answer, but you canât stop thinking of what would happen if you justâŚ
Adrenaline takes over from there, and before you fully process it, youâre leaning in to close the distance between you, pressing your lips to his. The sudden touch catches Taehyung off guard, but he quickly responds with gentle, tender kisses. A soft smile tugs at his lips as he deepens the embrace, one hand finding its way to your face while the other rests on your back, pulling you closer.
Sooner than you realize, he begins deepening the kiss as well, eliciting small, breathy moans. At this point, you can feel the tent forming in his trousers, but he makes no move to grind into you yet. Rather, the hands that grip around you tighten, not enough to hurt, but enough that your body pushes further against his firmer chest. You suspect your back will meet the hard surface of your front door within the next three seconds, allowing your entire neighborhood a show, but before then, you're interrupted by a subtle stirring in the pit of your stomach.
"Wait, I'm sorry-" you suddenly break the kiss, a rush of nerves returning. Itâs been a long time since youâve shared such meaningful kisses with someone, and the intensity of it has you feeling overwhelmed. "I'm so sorry," you repeat.
When Taehyung sees you arenât backing away but rather standing completely still, he settles his hands around your waist, gently drawing you further into a soft embrace. "You don't need to apologize," he assures. "I'm the one who took it further than I should've when I want this to be comfortable for both of us.â
You take a small breath, "You didn't do anything wrong, Tae, I'm just a little nervous due the newness of everything. I think Iâd be best if we wait before going any further tonightâŚ.but Iâm also not ready for you to leave yet. Is there any way you could maybe come in for a bit? To lounge?â
Taehyung nods, âI completely understand wanting to wait. The last thing I want to do is rush anything.â Concerned about possibly pressuring you, he adds, "Are you sure about me coming in though? It's getting late and I don't want to keep you up."
"Please," you murmur, "just for a little while, if you can.â
âOkay," he agrees, thumbs brushing lightly against your sides, "I can stay."
a/n: ajdfhg, TYSM for reading!! Love you all đĽ°
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pairing: hellokittylover!/bimbo!oc x boxer!jk
genre: MATURE, fluff, lowkey angst,
âheaven must have sent you, loveâ
synopsis: after spending the entire day shopping with your boyfriend, youâre craving mochi donuts and bubble milk tea before going to bed and jungkook, even in his tired state, will do everything to make you happy.
word count: 5.4k
warnings: so much fluff, NO plot, jealous/possessive kook, oc canât tell when someone flirts with her, tiny silent treatment, oc is kinda dumb, lots of kisses, shower sex, oral [m], ocâs head game is STRONG, head pusher jk, hair pulling, they went shopping for underwear, cussing, aftercare, oc is obsessed with pink/hello kitty, oc is so desperate for his cock and she must get what she wantsâď¸(she was virgin before this took place), oc had a vid of her playing, mention of toys, JK is not trying to b obvious but heâs IN LOVE, brief cockwarming at the end, <not proofread>
authorâs note: i def did not write this in between my classesđŽâđ¨ i just discovered that im mentally unhinged as im editing this in class. I have my priorities straights tho so here you gođĽ˘
âđâËâšâĄ â
you suppose today was really wonderful.
you two spend almost the whole day at the outlet mall, mostly to shop clothes for yourself. you needed new pairs of undies and Jungkook being the glorious boyfriend he is, helped you shop. not only he paid for all your purchase, he also gives his opinions on certain cloth materials of what the underwear was made of. he wants to make himself useful by helping you out pick out make sure that theyâre comfortable to your preference, he goes with you in the fitting room to try them on in front of him.
As you try on clothes for hours and hours in multiple shops, your boyfriend miraculously always finds a chair in the corner of each fitting room that he can rest on. a few hours later, you two arrive back at your place. jungkook initiated to carry all the paper bags you had as the two of you headed from the garage to inside your house.
soon, he began cooking the nightâs dinner, which you really enjoy watching because he keeps entertaining you with his skillful talent and his humorous jokes. a quality time like this just makes you fall in love with him even more. you wish and pray that you can spend the rest of this delightful lifetime with him.
âđâËâšâĄ â
the hands of the clock signifies 11:11, which is usually the time you drift off to sleep. except tonight isnât a typical night, owing to the fact that your beloved lover is sleeping over at your cozy flat.
although itâs pretty late, you two are cuddled on your not-so-spacious couch, watching a kdrama that was recently released and you still have the clothes you put on this afternoon: a cute pink long sleeve crop top and a pink/black mini skirt. you also canât forget to add a pair of thick fleece tights since itâs freezing cold outside.
you felt a sudden cravings for something in the midst of the show. you desire for something sweet. and chewy.
âkoo..â you murmur, distracting your man from the show on the big screen. he redirects his focus to you as he caresses your hair with his soft, yet rough palms.
âiâm craving donutsâ
âwant me to go to the convenience store and grab some for you?â he suggests
âno I donât want that, I want mochi donutsâ you cutely demand
âbut baby itâs too lateâ he said, lifting his wrist to look at his gold Rolex watch. âarenât they close at this time?â
these days, your social feeds are just full of ads, particularly bakery places nearby your place that serve mouth-watering breads, donuts, ice creams, bubble milk tea, and the list goes on. promptly, the phone thatâs sitting next to jungkook was taken by you.
âlook, thereâs one thatâs still open till midnightâ you replied, showing him the navigation to the bakery shop thatâs on your screen. his tired eyes glanced at your phone, then back at you.
âplease koo?â you pleaded, climbing on top of him and giving him thousands of kisses all over his face until heâs got enough is the most effective technique to persuade him. how can jungkook say no when you display a behavior like this to get whatever you want? the forever answer is he just canât.
âđâËâšâĄ â
You two arrive at the place twenty minutes before they close. Since itâs late at night, you can see through the big windows that thereâs not many customers inside the donut shop.
âoh my, weâre finally hereâ you joyfully babble to yourself out loud which made your driving boyfriend chuckle. while jungkook slows down the car to eyeball a good parking spot, you reach for your pink purse taking out the hello kitty lip oil to apply them on your chapped lips.
Jungkook carefully parked the car on the side of the road. He looked at our surroundings such as the front, back, and the side of his vehicle, making sure everything seems clear before he takes off his seat belt and gets off of the automobile. As usual, Jungkook walks to the other side, gesturing that he will open the car door for me. This man doesnât ask a lot regarding how things should be in our relationship but the number one rule he established is that you could never open any door when youâre with him.
He quickly unlocked my door with one hand and offered his other hand to assist my body getting out of the car. As you got out, you felt the strong wind blowing your mini skirts, making them move up. but jungkook immediately takes off his zip up fleece oversized jacket to tie it tight around your waist.he ensures that the skirt wonât go up by walking behind you whilst holding your cold hand towards the bakery.
a scent of sweet caramelized brown sugar that youâve been craving welcomes you as soon as you step into the threshold of the place. Looking around the store, you notice multiple neon pink led lights of donuts are decorated in the walls. the long honey maple stained table against the windows was paired with white barstool chairs. You also did not fail to miss that their white snowed christmas tree is still up, filled with rosy ornaments and pinkish lights around it.
âthis is definitely my new favorite placeâ you noted to yourself as you feel cozy inside.
Your boyfriend wasted no time to lead you to the counter, only for you to see the variety of flavor of their delicious mochi donuts displayed on the front top. you canât help but to drool on the sight, youâre starting to feel satisfaction by just looking at them.
âhello, what can I get for you today?â the tall male server whoâs probably around your age friendly greeted. a little too friendly, in jungkookâs opinion but he chose to try to shrug it off. before answering him, I turned to jungkook âwhat are you getting koo?â asking to know what he wants.
âdonât know. you can order whatever you want for meâ he responds as his doe eyes look up to scan the menu on the screen thatâs mounted in their polished ceramic walls. Jungkook is on a diet these days therefore he tries his best to restrain eating sweets but he knows that cheat days wonât hurt if it only happens once or twice a month.
turning to face the server once again, you made up your mind on what to order. âhi, can we get two brown sugar milk teas with less ice and can you make one extra sugar pleaseâ you gently requested and the server instantly punched the orders in their ipad.
you take another look at the yummy donuts before continuing. âand i would like to get a dozen of the mochi donuts.â you pointed to the biggest bakery box.
jungkook wasnât even surprised that youâre getting 12 pieces, potentially all for yourself considering you have a sweet tooth, which could be really extreme sometimes. he stands still next to you, amused by how cute you are, getting all excited by all these sweets youâre about to eat as you tell the the guy the flavors you want.
the server hands you two of their fresh brown sugar bubble milk tea & pink box that contains lots of sugar and of course, you happiness. afterwards, he declars the total for all the things you order. youâre about to tap in your debit card thatâs covered with hello kitty skin when jungkookâs black card is already approved on the chip card reader.
âyou didnât have to kooâ you murmur. your man always insists on paying for everything,
âi want tooâ
he does things for you not because heâs going to gain something or that heâs expecting some type of return from you. Rather, he does them solely because he loves you and he loves seeing you getting all the things you want.
for the meantime ,you look for a table that you two can sit at, particularly a spot where thereâs a cute background since you would like to take some photos.
immediately, your eyes spot the perfect table right next to the huge windows to sit and take pictures in. you swiftly walk over the spot and your boyfriend follows you like a lost puppy.
âkook can you take pictures of me here?â you ask, while unwrapping the thick jacket around your waist and position yourself on the stool chair.
jungkook unlocks the camera on his phone, positions the cellular in your desired angle, and clicks the white button multiple times. he casually looks at the camera screen and looks up to you. when he notices that by the way your sitting is slightly showing your ass, and instantly goes up to you to fix it. youâre confused at first by his sudden action but you soon realize why.
âoops, thank you kookieâ you chortle
when he goes back to his previous standing position, he catches the same annoying server maliciously staring at you, in a way thatâs very unpleasant to him, which just pisses him off more. nevertheless, he captures photos of your adorable face while attempting to drink your favorite bubble tea for the camera. then, he passes his phone so you can review the images.
âheâs such a great photographerâyou thought. these picture will be posted on your pink themed finsta.
âcan we go now?â jungkook harsly rushed. this place is alright, but that fucking server is just making his blood boils. he needs to get you two out of here before he does something not pretty.
you read his sudden unusual behavior and chose not to argue. you really loved this place, but you can understand that your boyfriend is too tired and just wanted to sleep. youâll definitely come back though.
âwait koo, I'll use their restroom first.â you excuse yourself, feeling the need to change the menstrual pad that youâre wearing, you fear bleeding through jungkookâs leather seats.
you did your business pronto. unexpectedly when you walked out of the restroom, the friendly worker corners you, with something in his hand.
âmiss, would you like to have this?â He offers the cute and huge hello kitty boba plushie that is in his grip. your eyes widening as they gaze upon the lovely thing. âI noticed your phone case and I thought this is perfect for youâ he shyly adds as he scratches the back of his head, pointing out the pink Hello Kitty case you have.
âsure! how much is it?â you respond with full of energy. this plush will be added to your collection.
âdonât worry about it,hereâ he extends the plushie towards you, gesturing that you should take it.
you look for some type of unseriousness in his eyes but you found none. he does seem nice. you accept the cute plushie thatâs waiting for you to be held, hugging it really tight.
âyouâre really cute. do you mind if I get your number?â the man in front of you speaks. âso i can give you more plushies for free of courseâ he further explains, trying to convince you to give him your digits
but you remember what jungkook once said, and that is never give any other men your number. Although you canât grasp why he doesnât want you to do that, you listen to him because you donât want to get him all sad and mad at you. angry jungkook is the least thing you want to deal with. he turns really cold and you hate not getting affection from him.
âI'm sorry but I can't give you my number. thanks for this though.â you give him a weak smile. you also hate the feeling of rejecting people but you also donât want to get in trouble.
the friendly expression that the guy has been erased and replaced with a blank expression, as if ânoâ isnât the right answer. he snarls before speaking âIs it because of your punk boyfriend? c'mon pretty girl he doesnât have to kno-â
âwho doesnât have to know what?â a familiar voice cuts off the man youâre facing before you can understand what the previous man just said.
jungkook approaches you, snatching the plushy in your grasp. âwhere did you get this from?â he sternly asks. he might have known the answer, itâs so obvious from what it looks like, but he needs to make sure before he beats somebodyâs ass.
âkoo he gav-â that was enough for jungkook to vigorously slam the plushy back onto that guyâs chest, making the man flinch and slightly back off. âlook or talk to my woman one more time and things will get ugly for youâ he threatens, giving the guy the most serious stare, the same stare he has when fighting in the boxing ring.
without saying anything, he grabs your hand sternly and you two walk out the store. you still didnât get why jungkook didnât want you to have that plushie, it was perfect to add to your collection.
the entire car ride back to your place was awfully quiet. you offer to drive back home when you notice that heâs speeding and seems so tense, but jungkook refuses, telling you that heâs fully capable of driving back with a somber tone.. his tattooed hands arenât where theyâre supposed to be placed, your thigh. but you argue no further, not wanting to make him more angry than he already is.
âđâËâšâĄ â
hours later, youâre gathering the sleepwear youâll wear for tonight before hopping in the shower, which is currently occupied by your boyfriend. usually, you two always shower together whenever youâre sleeping at his place and vice versa, but tonight you received no invitation from him since heâs giving you silent treatment for an unknown reason.
despite the fact, you made up your mind to join him as you enter the steamy bathroom, the warm atmosphere welcomes you while you close the door behind you.
your gaze meets jungkookâs tall muscular figure, his tattooed arm up against the white wall, while head is pointing down as the hot water thatâs coming from the showerhead runs down his body.
quietly strip down your clothes, you proceed to open the sliding shower door and step inside the shower, closing the distance between you and him.
jungkook faintly flinched as he felt a pair of dainty arms wrapped around his bare torso. he knew exactly who they belonged to, his loved one.
he slightly turns his head, just to see you, hopelessly showing affection towards him in the midst of washing the negative internal thoughts out of his system.
âare you mad at me baby?â you worriedly ask, overthinking that you might have done something that might upset him or maybe heâs too stressed out on his non-stop training schedule since his competitions are coming soon or maybe he canât handle being with you anymore. lots of maybe but communication is the only way you will know how he feels.
the question of yours sends a sharp pang of guilt in his chest. you completely did nothing wrong. he knows for a fact you canât say no to anyone who gives you a Hello Kitty plushie. your tiny little head just canât comprehend that these guys want something in return for giving you things you love to collect. youâre too good for your own.
now he feels like a total idiot, another part of him feels guilty for the sudden shift in his behavior, solely because he's so in love with you that he canât stand seeing men look at your way.
you did nothing wrong. nothing at all. youâre just so goddamn beautiful that your boyfriend is starting to lose it.
he canât help but let the possessiveness take over him as soon as he perceives other guys showing their interest in his pretty girl. the woman he desires to keep to himself for the rest of this lifetime, the next one, and for many more
jungkook crowds you up against the cold marble wall just after he turns his buff body to face you. wasting no time, he leaves smooches on your pouty lips and jaw. âdidnât I tell you I'm the only one who can give you hello kitty stuff?â he sensually whispers to your right ear, continuing to give you wet kisses. âhmm?â
âbut why?â you pout, resulting in the kisses to come to stop. he looks at you directly in the eyes, âbecause iâm your boyfriend and that job is solely for meâ he simply explains
âbut koo it was for free, he was really nice but then he started asking for my number so he could give me more but i didnât give it to him because you specifically instructed me not to.â you mindlessly babble, explaining your side all in one sentence. simultaneously, you grab the white loofa next to the pink one and apply jungkookâs favorite body wash. it still doesnât make sense to you. you love collecting hello kitty, but the love you have for the man in front of you is significantly greater.
oh jungkook is really going to lose it. that fucker had the audacity to ask you shit like that right when youâre with him.
âand thatâs why I donât want you talking to them, they want to take advantage of youâ he takes a deep breath
âiâm sorry kookâ you mutter, attempting to cuddle his naked form.
âi know something was off with that motherfuckerâ he starts off, âkeeps looking at you in a way i donât appreciateâ he finally admits, with his tone hinting a pinch of jealousy. âand that fucking plush- heâs getting on my fucking nerves.â
âall he can do is look kooâ you laugh. âBesides, Iâm already cuffed by my hot boyfriend. what more can I possibly look for?â your words declaring that your eyes are only fixed to him. thereâs no reason to look at other men anyways.
âyouâre only mine right?â he just needs to directly hear those words come out of your mouth.
âonly yoursâ you murmur. and that reassured him. for now.
you stand on your tiptoe to kiss his cute nose, from there you smack your lips against his as your smooth palms trace his jawline.
as seconds goes by, the desire to express how much you love him is rapidly growing. you want him. you need him.
you detach your lips against his, just to fixate them on his neck, right on the pretty tiny mole on his skin, your favorite spot. your hand does its own job to explore his sculpted body, finding its way to palm his painful growing erection.
he knows where this is going
your kisses trail from his upper chest to his defined abs; so brawny and delicious. he follows your gesture, finding you on your knees, beneath him, your beautiful face positioned right in front of his hardening cock.
oh this is the one and only circumstance he would kill and die for to be in.
jungkook knows that sly grin expression you wear as you look up with those round doll eyes. purposely, your both arms push against each other to give him a good view of your perky breast squeezed together. with his shaft twitching, canât help but to utter an uncontrollable moan from seeing you like this.
âcan I?â you ask softly, waiting for permission from him as if youâre not in this sinful position at least twice every time you two spend time together. no matter what, you still drool by just staring at his cock as if itâs your favorite lollipop.
he quietly hums and nods his head while nibbling his lip piercings, giving you the green light.
you start off slow, giving his pretty pink tip covered with precum small pecks. smearing the liquid around your lips, pretending it as if itâs one of your lip gloss, making them nice and glossy.
sweet
âi only wanna do this with youâ you hungrily voice out in each swift peck while locking your seductive eyes on his.
he brings his fingers towards your jaw, lifting your chin up. âopenâ he commands, directing you to open your mouth. and so you did, without hesitation. a hot glob of spit falls into your tongue, which turns you on even more. you quickly swallow it and resume with what youâre doing.
he continues to watch you as your swollen lips slowly wrap his thick cock. your mouth is solely made for jungkook as it welcomes him inch by inch. although sucking him becomes a part of your daily routine, you still need to take a sweet time adjusting to his length.
irresistible tears roll down your face as he hits the back of your throat for the first few times, but youâre so determined to make him feel good. you began bobbing your head back and forth as your mouth slowly adjusted to his size.
âhmm, so good babyâ he muffles weakly. âj-just like thatâ almost sounds as if heâs about to cry from the incredible sensation.
you canât help but to release a quiet whine from hearing him. the steamy bathroom is filled with jungkook's angelic yet sinful groans, along with the sounds thatâs being created as you which arouse you even more. heâs got your pussy clenching over nothing.
your bent knees on the cold and wet ground are starting to get tired, but you pay no attention to them. rather, you take him even more, until his tip hits the back of your throat. you continue to do it smoothly, using no hands.
you proceed to shift your attention to untouched balls. your tiny hand softly jerks off his length upward, as a trail of kisses made their way from the underside of his girthy and veiny cock to one of the oval-shaped organs. wet and loud smooches on jungkookâs sensitive skin turn to sloppy sucking. your mouth is so full of him. a mixture of his precum and saliva of yours covers your entire chin, even some of it drops on the ground.
this sequence stirs more moans from jungkook, but this time he gets louder and louder. his slender hands acts at its own and gather your length hair into a ponytail, just so he can manipulate your head, to use you however he pleases
Jungkook pulls your hair back, causing you to lose contact with the sac you were passionately lapping. he leads you mouth back to where it should give its focus to. his throbbing cock. once his dewy dick is shoved in you, he pushes your cock drunk head to take more of him. you obediently follow the flow of the hand guiding your head
âsuch a good girlâ he grunts, throwing his head up in the air, then focusing back on you. âonly for meâ. your boyfriend is still controlling your head bobbing on his length.
âyouâre such a slut for a fucking hello kitty, arenât you?â jungkook mocks in between deep breaths. âme or that stupid kitty cat? huh?â thrusting his hips into your messy and well-fucked face.
you just moan against him, not even bothering to answer him because youâre too fucked, your tiny little brain is wearing out as you keep bouncing your head up and down. and also it might be because you know for a fact that you could be a slut for hello kitty too sometimes. youâre in no position to protest.
the man above you grips your hair even tighter, demanding you to answer him. âI wanna hear you babyâ
ââmmh you, o-only you koo,â you sob. lots and lots of tears coming out of your eyes. âall I want is you and this cockâ you mewl weakly as you desperately lap his precious tip, just like how he loves it.
âthatâs it, pretty girl, I'm cumminââ he verbalizes, grasping your head forcibly as slamming his pelvis into your abused mouth. to this point, you feel dizzy and your whole body is worn out. you grip into his beefy thighs as you allow him to utilize you like a slut.
âhmpp f-fuckâ he moans loudly, releasing abundant strings of semen into your mouth. he cums so deep inside your throat. not wanting a drop to fall, you gobble up everything as your life depends on them.
after swallowing, you show him your empty mouth, with tongue being out. you can see in his half lidded eyes that heâs proud, giving you a soft smile.
you were about to get up when all of a sudden the dizzy spell hits you real hard, causing you to lose your balance but jungkook catches you before you can even fall.
âhey, you okay? Did I go too hard?â he locks his gaze upon you, hoping that you will lock yours to him too. but you didnât as you are sobbing and trembling a little bit. jungkook wipes the dries tears on your swollen face with one hand while the other wraps around your waist. he might have gone harder than you can handle.
âbaby look at me please? did I hurt you? i'm sorââ
âkoo iâm okayâ you faintly cut his sentence off. he doesnât need to be sorry. âjust need a few minutes to recoverâ you explain. jungkook immediately understands that. he gives you minutes of peaceful silence, with that, he takes care of washing your body. gently rubbing the pink loofah in your smooth skin as he hums the song thatâs been stuck in your brain for quite a while.
after showering, he helps you slip on your baby pink dainty nightgown. this dress is special. jungkook got it for you when he flew abroad for one of his boxing competitions. one day, he and his team were strolling around the fancy mall when he passed by a cute local lingerie store that you will definitely check out, only if you were with him. of course, he chose to follow what his heart tells him to do, to go inside and find a thing or two to give you as soon as he comes home. to you.
âđâËâšâĄ â
both yours and jungkookâs bodies are situated on your twin sized bed. in spite of the fact that thereâs not much for the two of you and one of you might fall on the ground if another moves a little, itâs not a hurdle as you two embrace each otherâs warmth as if thereâs no tomorrow. two bodies comfortably embracing one another. tonight, youâre designated to be the tiny spoon
âggukie..â you murmur, hot breath fanning against his bare chest. âhmm??â jungkook looks down to see what his princess needs.
âwant your cockâyou weakly pleaded, causing the man to slightly chuckle. you must be out of your mind.
âbaby, your body is tiredâ said by him, shaking his head to show his disapproval. what a silly idea that goes around your mind when your eyes can barely open. youâre really out here doing everything but to sleep. he continues to caress your soft hair.
on a side note, you and jungkook never had penetrative sex before. yes, he eats you out here and there and vice versa. but he never dares to insert himself inside you.
indeed youâre a virgin but itâs not that you never wanted to. matter of fact youâve made up your mind and are willing to give your virginity to him. jungkook is well aware of that. however, fear of hurting you always troubles him. heâs afraid that you will go through pain, scared that heâll break you: his fragile pretty girl
âneed your cock inside meâ you continue to whine. âdidnât I show you a video of me from last week taking the toy you gifted me? you said I did so wellâ reminding him that one video clip of you masturbating to the pink rose you got from him. how could he forget about that when he uses it to get off every single night? with full on volume too, all ears concentrate on your high pitched moans, giving him more than the satisfaction he craves. the thoughts of that makes the lust that nearly vanishes inside him linger, you just never fail to get him arouse even before going to sleep.
however, jungkook is still in his right mind. âthatâs different,â he argues. itâs valid to doubt that heâll fit.
âok then just put it in me then we can sleep?â you beg, attempting to compromise. âjust wanna feel you close while I sleep. can you imagine how much I missed you?â youâve come to an extent to use the guilt trip tool to convince him.
he understands the emotion youâre trying to make him feel as he looks into your bambi doe eyes. looking so innocent yet begging for his cock. evoking his guilt to get what you want. jungkook recognizes you in and out, you wonât take no for an answer. also itâs not like heâs not dying to do it, as if he doesnât fantasize about it when you sleep over at his penthouse. the amount of self control he has..
you have him on a chokehold. jungkook doesnât say anything, rather he gently lifts up the arm which your head is laying on and slightly gets up to open the pink mini cabinet on top of your nightstand, taking out a sky blue container.
âhere, apply itâ, throwing the lube bottle on your lap.
youâre stunned, heart excitedly does jumping jacks inside your chest. next time it will be you doing jumping jacks on his di-
âcmon cutie I donât have all nightâ he blurts, interrupting your thoughts. you never get up so fast in your nineteen years of living. he goes straight back to his original position, laid on his back. he may act chill,but heâs internally pleased and aroused.
as you go down on him (again), your two hands get a grip of the band of his black boxer and pull it down, his semi-hard cock immediately springs out. you canât help but to give it a tiny peck before giving it a few strokes as you point it towards your lips
you open the bottle up with a pop, squirting out enough lube on your fingers before gently spreading it on his tip. he hisses as he feels the cold liquid substance being applied to him. you trace the sides of his length, ensuring the reduction of friction.
he grabs your arm, guiding your body to lay down sideways next to him. a tattooed veiny arm from behind snakes around your torso, clasping your upper body.
âready?â he whispers, as he nibbles your ear. jungkook earns longingly nods from you, and for a split moment he spreads some liquid using his lubricated tip around your private area before slowly inserting it in. you discern the penetrating sensation in your core, which makes you purr.
he continues to penetrate inside you furthermore, causing you to close your eyes and tighten your clasp on his arms as you bear with the ache. he fully aware of how youâre feeling as heâs also having a hard time moving in.
âbare with me babyâ tensely reassuring you. âso t-tight, fuck.â his other arm makes its journey below your nightgown, traveling its way to your perky breast, delicately squeezing one of them. jungkook does the same and gives the attention to the other one. simultanously, he plants a few smooches on the skin behind your ear, attemping to distract you from the pain. you quietly release moans and groans as he continues. heâs inches in when he feels your wall clenching around him.
your tight pussy becomes jungkookâs personal paradise. itâs the way your walls are clenching around him is better than he imagined; unmatched from all the fantasy he creates in his mind about you.
âkoo.. â your fingers tracing the veins on the back of his palm.
âwhat? my baby canât handle it? tell me and Iâll stopâ he softly asks. a tear just drops from you leg but youâre too tired to even react.
ân-no just stay inside, iâm sleepyâ and with that, you instantly drift to sleep.
he hums, a hand that was busy playing on your chest shifts to caress your hair. jungkook lays one last kiss at your temple.
âgoodnight to you too my pretty girl, love you so muchâ
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Hi Iâm a bit embarrassed to say this lol, thatâs why Iâm anonymous. Can you please write headcanons for Bi Han, Liu Lang, Geras, Tomas and Raiden with someone who uh, really really likes to suck their cockk đŤŁ
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i sure as hell can anonđŤŚ
Sub-Zero
knowing bi han stubborn ass he's gonna claim it gets in the way whenever you ask more often than not, but as soon as he picks up on your fixation...you can literally do no wrong
most times he takes control, other times the dome is so overwhelmingly good he grunts constantly and gets lightheaded, but don't tell nobody đ¤Ť
you'd be surprised with the amount of praise he gives you. it would even go to point of him noticing differences and similarities between present and past with how skilled you were. leave it up to him to make everything into fighting terms (he doesn't know how to express his emotions give him a momentđš)
Liu Kang
at a loss for words tbh. he knew you loved getting intimate with him but specifically giving him oral caught him off guard. this is only bc he's used to being dominant and making sure your pleasure comes first that he's like woah, you're quite eager there đ˛
he wouldn't be one to deny you though. in a way he's still prioritizing your pleasure since you are indeed receiving it from giving him head, and was not one to ever complain!
he's not one to have or show his ego, but damn, the lewd sounds that come from your mouth and the sight of you clearly enjoying yourself does make him feel like the luckiest god there is. to have you all to himself in this portion of his lifetime is the absolute highlight and he'll never forget it
Geras
ik geras isn't some giant monster man but he absolutely has a giant monster co-
you can barely even reach past the middle, and you want to keep doing that? okay, he thinks, by all means do what makes you both happy in the end
secretly worried for your jaws and sometimes your throat. he's gonna keep asking if you're okay and would prob be very confused/concerned if tears started falling from trying to take all of him. you gotta explain it's all part of the process and you enjoy it. he might not ever understand everything about mortals, but he sure loves the pleasure while he learns
Smoke
i 1000% believe that tomas is super sensitive around his dick. like, regular sex is already one thing. but...superb head from you? he MIGHT just die
theoretically speaking you wouldn't be able to pin him down while you suck him off but a girl can dream, let's throw logic out the window real quick. he'd lose his fucking mind and start muttering praises in czech
he does prefer to pleasure you BUT who would he be to say no to you?? he gets bomb head on a regular basis and a hot partner to do it. he wouldn't even have time to ask you for it because you keep telling him you will/you want to. if you really bout it, you'll discover he'd definitely be into getting oral in a secluded public space like the bathroom or training room
Raiden
like i always say, he may come off as a shy cutie (which he is) BUT when that dark side comes out it's over
i feel like he's a switch. so, whenever you ask if you can do a lil vacuum action it always starts the same way, but never ends the same way
it starts with him shyly agreeing letting you do your thing then bam, he either starts pushing your head down more and makes you go at the pace he wants OR you're just too good and make him squirm, buck, whine, and tremble. it's always a gamble but hey, i like these odds, don't you? you two equally go back and forth with pleasuring each other and he even worries he'd get selfish but like who cares mf im tryna hear you đŽâđ¨
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I loved your dom Konig head cannons so much. If you ever made a little burn or whatnot with some of those I would pass away. Fantastic. Anyways, thank you for writing those delicious little head cannons to begin with!!!! <3
I'm glad you enjoy them! Thank you for the love𩷠I wrote a short scene that my brain kept replaying as I was thinking about him being into making you crawl to himđŽâđ¨ I hope you enjoy!
Dom!KĂśnig x Sub!Reader (fem)
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âKleines Kätzchen, you look so beautiful.â KĂśnig says leaning back in his desk chair. You just walked into his room wearing your black cat ears and black lace lingerer. You have on a tiny matching collar with a small bell on it. KĂśnig wanted to try a new animal today.
âKneel.â You instantly do as he says to, dropping to your knees, maintaining eye contact.
âGood girl.â He takes a moment and lets his eyes travel down your body. âNow crawl to me, slowly.â
You lean forward, the palm of your hands touches the cold hardwood floors as you begin to drawl. KĂśnig watches the way your hips sway as you move slowly. The little bell on your collar ringing slightly with every move forward. A small smile spreads across KĂśnigâs lips as you get closer. His cock begins to harden, moving a hand over his erection and rubbing it.
Once in front of him, KĂśnig leans forward and pats your head. âGute Katze.â He leans forward in his seat and reaches over you, smacking your ass hard, making it jiggle.
You can see the huge erection in his slacks and you bite your lower lip, wanting his cock in your mouth. You lean forward and kiss his hard cock through the soft fabric. KĂśnig lets out a low chuckle as you do so. He leans back and spreads his legs more for you.
âEager little brat, arenât you?â He lets out a sigh as your press the head of his cock between my lips and bite down.
âYes sir, I want your cock.â
âYouâre going to have to work for it Kätzchen.â His eyes glued to you trying to suck his cock through his pants. âShow me how desperate you are.â
You moan pathetically as you bite up and down his fat cock, your mouth drooling as you struggle to fit his girth into your mouth. Your pussy becoming wet as it craves the feeling of being stretched around him. His heavy balls slapping your clit.
Your mouth finds the head again and begin to suck desperately. His cock twitching in your mouth and his breathing shutters. The feelings of your saliva soaking into his pants and warm breath giving him a taste of the pleasure your mouth can give him.
Without asking permission you move your hands on to his thighs and up as you go to his belt buckle. His large hand comes down and stops you.
âTisk tisk, bad.â His hand holds yours. âDid your Colonel say you could suck his dick?â
âPlease,â you look up at him with the sweetest eyes.
âYouâre forgetting your training, Kätzchen.â
You pout and lean back, making KĂśnig chuckle at how cute you look. He knows youâre acting up because you want punished. Heâs been too sweet on you lately.
âOh, come now, whatâs with this attitude.â He leans forward and grabs the back of your head, holding your hair tightly, but not causing pain.
A smirk comes across your face as he gets a little rough with you, âWhat attitude?â You snap back.
KĂśnig widens his eyes and laughs, âSomeone needs to be reminded of their place in this relationship.â
Letting go of your hair, he stands and picks you up. He walks you to the bedroom and lays you on the bed, resting on your back. He pulls you back so that your head is dangling off the edge of the bed. He stands before you and begins to unbuckle his pants, his cock springing out of them.
âSince youâre so desperate to suck my cock, open up.â He walks closer to you, flicking the little bell on your collar. His hands slapping your breast lightly.
You smile and open your mouth wide, excitedly accepting his fat cock down your throat.
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disclaimer âŠ: 18+ mature themes. take what resonates, leave what doesn't. this is my early thanksgiving gift to yâall đ iâm so thankful for the constant support and feedback idk how many times i can say it lol but thank you. enjoy and have a great holiday!
PILE i.
i can see you two in a club/party setting. the music is so loud it's pulsing through your veins, it's not usually your scene, but your person is right by your side holding you close. their hand is resting slightly on your back/waist guiding you through the crowd â i feel like they'll smell really good too they have a distinct fragrance on that's comforting to you. i feel like you'll be so giddy and excited to be outside with them and be seen together. lots of heads will turn for sure. i feel like y'all are a power coupleâŚlike looking at you two walking in together just makes sense but it also triggers jealousy and disbelief in other people? you and your person may come from different backgrounds or have different aesthetics but yâall pair together very well. theyâre gonna be looking so smug lollll your person is the silent but confident type, like having you on their arm will shut everybody up and theyâll love it. this person could be very popular or well-known in their professionâŚi'm getting a serena van der woodsen type of vibe so people can definitely be infatuated with them. you might not even like dancing but you will with them! you're gonna be on cloud 9 the whole night, pile 1. some of you might not smoke or drink but youâll feel high/drunk off them the entire night itâs so cute! u are my high by dj snake and future vibes for sure.
PILE ii.
the atmosphere is sensual af, pile 2. it's giving the vibe of a private dinner at an upscale restaurant/bar or hotel. your person planned this out very meticulously, and they managed to pull it off without you knowing too many details. youâll be so happy to be sitting across from them and enjoying their company â i feel like you both don't always have the time to just sit and unwind because you both have very demanding jobs/schedules. i see you two flirting a lot with your eyes and smiling so bigâŚthe energy is very warm and playful. the sexual tension will be very thick between the two of you lol they might make comments throughout the night about how good you look. the lighting seems very dim and red seems to be the major theme so you could be wearing a red dress, they might give you a bouquet of red roses, their shirt might be red â idk it's something along those lines lol the color red is just significant for some reason. the food, their company, and the ambiance will be 100000/10 and the night won't stop there đŽâđ¨ cause when they get you back home? soon as i get home by faith evans just came to mind LOL yeah theyâre going to want to make up for lost time and please you in any and every way that they can. OKAYYY PILE 222.
PILE iii.
ah this is my introverted pile! i don't think you get out much, pile 3. if you do it's usually because someone begged you to come out and socialize or you pushed yourself to go. you like having your own space and privacy, and sometimes it's a bit overwhelming having to constantly socialize and be around a whole bunch of people that may not mesh with you. i think that your person will be receptive to this, and will take baby steps to get you out of your shell. theyâd take you somewhere where you can relax and be comfortable like a drive-in movie theater or maybe somewhere in natureâŚit's somewhere you both can be alone and in your own bubble tuning out the rest of the world. i can see them holding you close and youâre leaned back against them just so content and reveling in the precious moment. itâs a night youâll never forget because youâll realize just how much they mean to you, and how far youâve come in this connection. it's reminding me of that picture of ariana grande and mac miller at coachella. so so cute.
PILE IV.
y'all are that cute couple that ride for each other, okay!!! y'all will be so in loveeeeeee my GOSH the passion and desire will be so heavy and evident between you two. lana and asap rocky in the ânational anthemâ music video vibes â it's like that bad boy meets good girl trope. i feel like this person would want to take you places youâve never been beforeâŚtheyâd want to get all dressed up in fancy clothes and go out on the town with you. there'd be multiple activities in one night. omg they're so spontaneous it'd feel never-ending! you two will be so giddy around each other lol always cracking jokes and laughing about any and everything. i donât think that it matters where they take you per se, pile 4. you will have the time of your life regardless. they just know how to light up every room that they walk in and ensure that everyone is having a good time! it's so cute and refreshing, ugh. they're going to really sweep you off your feet. they might have a really nice car and youâll love being a â¨passenger princess⨠LMFAO they might tease you about it too. this person will be your best friend just as much as they are your true love.
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just saying if you write gamer jiung with purple hoodie ji i will actually pass away⌠but like donât threaten me with a good time đ¤đŽâđ¨
tags: gamer bf!jiung x fem!reader, oral (m!rec) | mdni
âshhh, quiet, baby..â you whisper while tugging down jiungâs sweats, leaving him only in his purple hoodie
he tried to change your mind about this with pleading eyes and a pout, cause he couldnât say much or all his friends would hear it through the mic⌠however, after long minutes of dry humping him, this is all he needs, as risky as it is
he sucks in a harsh breath the moment you take him in your mouth; sucking his oozing tip lovingly with your soft lips. it always drives him crazy when you suck it slowly like that - like youâre wrapping your delicate lips around a lollipop. he makes the mistake to glance down at you and instantly feels the urge to moan and cuss just from the sight
you observe your boyfriendâs mixed facial expressions while tracing your tongue on the side of his erection. his cock is throbbing already, flushed and swollen. he leans back after running his fingers through his blond hair with such obvious frustration. the immense pleasure that floods his body so suddenly makes him shut his eyes, allowing him to forget about everything else for a moment. but it seems like someone said something particularly to him based on the sudden way he shifts in the chair and clears his throat before answering in a distracted voice
jiung moves his attention back to the screen, his hands regain control over the game meanwhile you begin to twirl your hand around his length, smearing his pre cum along with your saliva. you gradually increase the pace of your fist as you attach the tip of your tongue on that extra sensitive spot of his red tip
âah, shitââ he grunts; his eyes loose focus once again. ân-nothingâŚâ he tries to play it off in front of his friends by stating that heâs losing blood or something like that
you sense his whole body twitch from the way he tries his hardest to stay calm as you move your head up and down rapidly, taking him as deeply in your throat as possible. soon enough you feel his one hand grabbing the roots of your hair. heâs close and he doesnât know what else to do; he canât think straight either
you accidentally whine around him as the force of his pulling shoots a delightful pain into your scalp, and he lets go. neither of you really wanted that to stop, but the vibrations from your voice almost made him lose control
you hear him remove his headset in a rush, and you empty your mouth gasping for air. the eye contact that follows is intense; heavy, making both of your bodies feel hot from desire
jiung watches your glistening puffy lips as your excited breathing slips through them while your hand now jerks him off mercilessly. the moment they form the silent command cum in slow motion he gives up. the sensation of the quick and steady gliding; of your palm squeezing perfectly his hard cock washes over him seconds later, and he squeezes his eyes overwhelmingly. his lips stay pressed together to somewhat repress his sounds
you notice him tugging on his purple hoodie, a desperate tight fist that doesnât loosen up as you lean forward, letting him release everything heâs got all over your face
a/n: you can say that the gif set, and this look of his overall, have an impact on me⌠>< i hope you enjoyed the drabble <3
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A FEW INTERESTING THINGS
I guess I need help
So if y'all dont know, I'm trying to revise my boyfriend's d3ath.
It's been two months since I have been affirming and a few days since I got into the concept of void. Now, I'm trying to get into the void.
I've noticed a few crazy things, that I would love to share.
I've always affirmed that âeveryone will forget about my boyfriend's demise because it was just my nightmare and no such thing ever happened. He's all alive and healthyâ So I guess my affirmations are kinda playing out.
1.
When I got to know about his demise, I sent him like 100 texts that day, I was so emotional and poured down everything to him. He not only is my boyfriend, but also is my best friend. The bestest friend ever and it was the worst day of my life. I was never ready to lose him.
I sent those 100 texts to him on Snapchat and obviously, my texts were just delivered. Nobody read them because that "nobody" Was long gone. I'm talking about feb, 2024. So I checked his snapchat after a few days of emotional ranting, and those texts didn't show up. I thought it might be a glitch and now after like 3 months, I went back to check on him because I missed him and guess what? ALL OF THOSE TEXTS ARE GONE!
Now idk if I'm tweaking but wtf? Snapchat has this feature where messages get deleted after 24 hours of being seen. But nobody saw my messages to begin with, where are those texts????
Like... All the snaps, that were sent before those texts and even after those texts are still in delivered, not seen.
Can anyone tell me if this is a glitch? This couldn't be, right? It's been 3 months to that incident, if it were glitch, it would have been fixed by now but idk-
2.
My bf would post about his travelling and stuffs in Instagram reels and I often visit his account to look at him all alive once again and one day, I noticed one of his reels cover has changed đ and I even showed it to my sister and friend and they were shocked too. I thought it might be a glitch too. But it stayed like that for 3 days and then switched back to what it was before.
This might be a glitch idk honestly but my friend said it might be a "timeline/dimensions overlapping"
3.
Two of my close friends are really logical minded and I never told them about my manifestation/shifting to a reality where my bf never got into an accident, because they wouldn't believe me. They don't even believe in multiple realities... So, not worth it.
A week ago, I texted one of these friends, saying that I feel like my bf is alive (emotional ranting) and all she told me was to hold up and move on, I'm thinking way too much đŽâđ¨
And that's that. We didn't talk much about it.
After a few days of that, she texted me herself telling me that she feels the same. She feels as if my bf is alive too and maybe faking a death. We didn't get into the conclusion but yeah, we are still in doubt.
Also I would daydream about meeting my bf once again and i would make infinite possibilities to proof my reasoning mind that he's alive. So one of my imagination was my friend texting my bf's brother (they have nothing in common, they don't even know each other yet I imagined them talking) and his brother would say that my boyfriend is actually alive. And that scene exactly happened, except for the alive part. my friend talked to his brother to get his "last" Pics and guess what? They don't have that. Which is super weird because that accident just happened this year and those photos are gone. I texted one of his other brother who always replies to my texts and always give me updates about how their family is grieving but when I asked about pics, he left me on seenâ again very weird.
Moreover, all of them (his family members) have moved on completely. They are enjoying and travelling. Idk how but like in a month of my bf's demise, they started partying a stuff which is super weird to me.
.....
I guess my affirmations are kinda becoming true. My 3D is maybe conforming slowly (?) Idk đ
Lemme know what y'all think. Any tips on revising such thing would be appreciated. Thanks for reading đ
I'm sorry if I don't make any sense, I'm probably being delusional. Sorry for the rant đĽ˛đ¤
#law of assumption#revision#loa#loassumption#loa success#loassblog#revising death#death revision#loa blog#manifesation#manifesting#void state#the void#eiypo#loablr#reality shifting#shiftblr#shifting community#shifters
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tell me your Ink headcanons NOW đźđźđź
You're... giving me permission.... to share my ink headcanons.
well get ready
Talked about this one already but I'll share it again: I think Broomie is semi sentient. I like to think at first Ink didn't know that though, but still talked to broomie anyway. So, regardless of this fact Ink probably would've talked to broomie.
He's good at encouraging people but not comforting people. If that makes sense? (projection much pfttt)
If you ran your hand over the "tattoo" marks it have a slight divot in it. Like a crack in a road. Probably because... in my hc they're literally semi healed cracks.
They're is talented in many types of art not just one. Hes talented in singing, dancing, fashion design, mechanics, and architecture! Really the only one he struggles with is well... cooking. Do NOT let that man in a kitchen (I mean he's immortal why would he not learn multiple artistic skills?)
Y'know how canon!swap climbs on people because hes insecure about his height? I think Ink does the same thing.
(More yappening under the cut)
Deep down he feels like something is missing... what he doesn't know is he's missing his home, his AU. Sometimes hes goes on a search universe to universe in search of "something important he can't remember" but can never find it. Until he gets bored, forgets what he's doing or gets preoccupied with something else.
He likes switching up his looks so he may give himself a tail or paws or claws with his brush. Maybe he even changes the color of his limbs sometimes (that's more a crack hc though). He gives themself a new outfit at any chance he can get. (Edit: I actually imagine one of the reasons he would get excited for multiverseal events is mainly because he gets to show off a new outfit for that event. He goes ALL out)
Due to his dulled sense of pain often he isn't aware he's injured unless it's pretty severe. So he may just go about their day with injuries they don't know about. Typically Dream or Swap have to be like "dude you have a crack in your skull."
After that one comic with Swap and Ink, Swap bandaged up his skull despite Ink insisting he didn't need it. Mainly because Swap didn't know Ink could heal themself and just thought Ink was being humble. Everytime he went to go take it off, Swap would freak about it hasn't had enough time to heal. Until Ink did a more through "I have a brush bro chill" (not ink accurate dialogue).
He's super flexible!! like contortionist level of flexibility.
Oddly specific but I think they're the type to consume all sorts of fan content and enjoy it. Completely ooc and fanon stuff too. He would be the type to read a fic and go "I would NOT say that" with a giggle and write a heartfelt comment anyway.
If you know homestuck... Nepeta has a shipping wall. I think Ink would have something similar (projection?? blasphemy!). Maybe in his sketchbook or smth. I mean do you see how he reacts around his dads smh đđŽâđ¨. He doesn't take it all that seriously though... LMAO. But I feel like he would be like "đłď¸âđ?" y'know? Is this making any sense? I hope LMAOOO
Ink knows being called "child" annoys Dream so when Dream's like "I'm not a child I'm 500 years old" he just uses different synonyms of kid " heya youngster" " hi boy" stuff like that to annoy him. Just to mess with him.
He loves "aggressive affection." Like he bites people. He also likes to be bitten (not in a sus way but like in a cat like way). He loves bear hugs. Stuff like that.
He loves being drawn on, like literally. He loves the sensation of art supplies on his bones. Particularly the texture of paint and pencil are the ones he enjoys the most. He draws designs and stuff on his bones sometimes.
He has that cartoon ability to walk on walls or the ceiling and completely defy gravity. How? Cartoon skelly powers ig.
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Picasso
after months of silent pining over the boy across the hall, y/n finds herself face to face with the one person she canât seem to get off her mind. a friendly dinner and a night spent in the art studio leads to more truth being revealed than either bargained for. a profession of attraction leads to an opportunity for an unconventional hookup, where Sam gets to make her first time unforgettable.
COLLEGE DORM AU
Read aftermath here
Pairing: Sam Kiszka x f!reader
Word Count: 15.5k
Warnings: SMUT 18+, fingering (f!receiving), oral (f!receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it, folks), virgin/virginity talk, losing virginity (sam the v card thief đŤŁ), praise kink, pet names, sexual anxiety/performance anxiety, soft gentle sex (fuck me up fr), fluff, swearing, anxiety, embarrassing crushes, sorry if I miss any!
đŽâđ¨ sorry this took so long folks. itâs a lengthy one, so prepare yourself. i got a bit carried away. soft Sam fucks me up real bad. hope you enjoy this as much as i loved writing it!! as always, be kind, enjoy, and donât mind any grammar mistakes!!
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You werenât sure who he was. You had no idea where he was from, what he was studying, or if he even knew you existed. Still, that didnât seem to stop the awkward staring, or the blushing cheeks, or even the speeding heart rate every time he came into your line of vision. You hated yourself for the uncontrollable longing you felt for the boy across the hall, knowing that you would forever be too nervous to approach first. The first few months of your university experience were relatively normal; meeting friends, studying relentlessly, and trying to navigate a brand new life that was so foreign from the last. Then, after the novelty of freshman year wore off, and the hallways were routinely more empty than youâd grown used to, you started to run into him.
The first time you saw him, you almost missed him. You only noticed the back of his head as he disappeared around the corner. But, almost as if fate was playing a sick trick on you, he happened to forget something in his room. When he came back around the corner, giving you the opportunity to see his face, it felt as though youâd received a punch to the stomach. Thankfully, he was in too much of a rush to notice your staring. His long, brown hair looked messy, yet perfectly styled around his slender face. His jawline was sharp, angled gracefully into a perfect chin. The space just above held his lips, a permanent upturn in the corner adorned on them, although barely noticeable in passing. His brown eyes looked inviting, a colour you could spend all day lost in. Once he passed you, you knew it was too late; youâd already fallen for him, and there was no escape.
Perhaps it was because you came from a small town, one where all of the boys looked like the same person, just in a different font. Youâd never met a boy who caught your eye quite like he did. He had a charming aura without even speaking, which was impossible to attain, according to your standards. You never really wasted time on dating, more or less finding it pointless. You were well aware there was no person to find in your town that would work out long-term. You were never a date for heartbreak type, understanding that there was no need of having a relationship if you start it with a pre-existing condition that it will inevitably end. You had a few bad experiences with the boys youâd given a chance, and never tried again. It wasnât worth the hurt, or the trouble, so you kept to yourself. But, whatever it was about the boy across the hall, you were certain if you ever got the chance, youâd want it to last a lifetime.
After the initial shock of seeing him, you seemed to notice him everywhere. Every time you left your room, his door was open, or he was in the hallway talking to his friends. He was always running into you at meal hall, taking post in your favourite spots in the library, and even in some of your classes. You had no idea how youâd gone so long without noticing him, because now, he never ceased to exist in your mind and your life. Youâd never managed to get the nerve to speak with him, or even muster a wave when he passed by. The most the two of you shared was a smile each morning; which admittedly, made your day a whole lot better every time. As unfortunate as it was, the two of you had mastered the art of remaining strangers despite the constant desire to be more.
You never verbalized your feelings to anyone, not your friends, or even yourself. You thought it was a bit ridiculous to be infatuated with someone solely based on looks. Yet, you found yourself creating a fabricated version of him, one that you deducted based on what you noticed over the passing weeks. One where he was funny, in a sarcastic or a goofy type of way. One where he was very laid back, but very involved in the lives of the people he loved. And the worst one of all; one where he was fantastic in bed. You thought it was alright to daydream, even if you would never know for certain in this lifetime.
Despite your mostly quiet pining, everybody around you was well aware of how you felt about mystery boy. Your friends seemed to take extra measures to point him out in a public setting, or âunintentionallyâ cross paths with him. They never admitted it, but you knew what they were doing. Instead of fighting about it, which would only give them the answer they so desperately wanted from you, you laughed alongside them at the âstrange coincidencesâ. Although, one thing inherently positive that came from the whole ordeal, was that youâd made acquaintanceâs with his best friend, Danny. Youâd found out that he was also in a few of your classes, and lived on the floor above you.
He occasionally stopped by your room for a quick chat, or some help with projects. He was friendly, and tall, and quite attractive, too. You never mentioned his friend that lived across the hall, and he didnât, either. As far as you were concerned, your friendship with Danny would remain just as such, with no hidden implications about the beautiful boy he spent most his time with. Never once would you ever want to make him feel like youâd become friends with him just to get closer to his best friend, because you didnât. Any hello, or how are you, or any of the conversations youâd shared had always been because you wanted to talk to him. You liked him, and just so happened to find it much easier to strike conversations with him, too.
You walked down the hallway, pushing your way through the swarms of people preparing to leave for spring break. That Friday marked the end of classes for a week, meaning that lots of people were either packing up to return home for a few days, or headed somewhere much warmer to drink themselves into oblivion. You had opted to stay for the week, finding no real desire to visit your family, and having no available funds to travel the world. All of your friends were leaving, presenting a fantastic opportunity for you to catch up on some schoolwork. You keyed into your room, dropping your bag on your bed and kicking your shoes off. You threw on your slippers and took your hair down from its clip.
You walked into your bathroom, seeing a note stuck on the mirror. You pulled it off, reading over the scribbled words. Your suite mate had left for the week, wishing you a good time and telling you sheâd see you soon. You smiled, slipping it into your pocket to add to your collection of first-year memorabilia. You had an elaborate final project planned for your introductory art class, and you were collecting as many pieces to add to it as possible, wanting nothing more than to make a showstopper. You fixed your makeup in the mirror and combed through your hair with your fingers, trying to sharpen yourself up after a long day of classes. As you returned to your room, you heard a knock on your door.
When you opened it, you saw a familiar, smiling face. âWell hello.â You said, pulling the door open fully.
âHey, Picasso.â Danny greeted. âWhat are you up to?â
âJust got back, actually. I stayed late at the studio. Trying to get my practical piece done for my painting class.â
âI see. Have you started the essay for poetry?â You shook your head, stomach sinking at the thought.
âI was going to start that this weekend. I just picked my topic. Iâve got a couple years worth of Shakespeare sonnets to read.â Danny was an English major, and you were an arts major, but your classes seemed to cross due to your minor in writing.
âThatâs such a cop out topic,â He teased, leaning against the door frame. âAnd itâs spring break, arenât you supposed to be having fun?â
âFuck you.â You laughed, waving your hand to invite him inside. âSpring break is only fun for rich kids taking business majors.â You joked.
âUs arts kids know how to have fun, too, you know. We donât have to get on a plane to do that.â He reminded you, walking inside and taking a seat on your bed.
âWell, what about you, then? Any big plans?â
âFrankenmuth.â He said, trying to make it sound more exciting than it was. You raised an eyebrow at him, expecting something more to the statement, but that was all he said.
âEnthralling.â You laughed, taking a seat in your desk chair. You watched the people pass by in the hallway, no real thoughts in your head. âJust you going?â You asked, eyes falling on the door closed just across from yours.
âYeah, my friends are gonna stay here. Just thought Iâd go back and visit the parents for a few days. Donât think Iâm staying the whole week.â
âNothing wrong with that, Danny boy.â You said, flipping your laptop open that was sitting on your desk. âWhen are you leaving?â
âTonight, probably. I like driving at night.â You were okay with that, completely agreeing with his statement. There was something very peaceful about driving in the dark, especially when the roads are mostly barren. It was almost like time stood still. You knew the drive wasnât too long for him, so you had faith he would be alright. âThatâs why I came to see you.â
âYouâre so sweet,â you grinned, opening Netflix and throwing on the most recently watched show. âGonna miss me?â
âOf course, Picasso.â He said as if it were obvious. âCome with me, if you want.â He offered.
âYou wouldnât want me to tag along, your parents might like me too much.â He laughed at your words.
âAnd thatâs a problem?â
âYou wanna listen to them ask about me for the rest of your life?â You teased.
âDoesnât sound like the worst thing in the world.â He shrugged.
âYouâre too nice for your own good.â You chuckled. âAs much as I would love to spend reading week with you, I very much need access to an art studio and shitty, free coffee refills from the library.â
âI know,â he assured you. âIf you change your mind, offers there.â
âThanks, Danny.â You said, more sincerity in your tone than before.
âThe reason I came down here though, was to see if you wanted to grab dinner with us before I leave.â
âUs?â You questioned, cocking your head to the side.
âYeah, me and Sam. I know you told me your friends already left, so I thought maybe youâd like some company.â
âOh, so itâs a pity invite?â You smirked. He rolled his eyes.
âNo, I want you to come. Thought that was kind of obvious.â
âJust pulling your leg.â You assured him. âUh, whoâs Sam?â You laughed, feeling a little ridiculous for not knowing. He watched you with confusion, waiting to see if you were joking.
âSam? Kiszka? Like, the guy who lives across the hall?â He asked, completely baffled. âYou donât know Sam?â
âOh!â Your cheeks turned crimson. âYeah, I know who he is. Thatâs your best friend, right?â Danny nodded. âYeah, I know him. Just didnât know his name. Never really spoke to the guy.â You laughed, trying to pass off the awkwardness.
âFuck, y/n, I thought you guys knew each other! Iâm sorry I didnât introduce him to you.â
âNo! Donât be sorry, Danny.â You waved it off. âI never brought it up, either.â
âThatâs weird though, cause he definitely knows you. He knew who you were when I mentioned we were working together on that last poetry assignment. I was under the impression that you guys were neighbourly.â He shrugged, confusion still lingering in his features.
âOh, uh⌠I guess my names on my whiteboard. Maybe thatâs why. Heâs definitely seen me around. We smile at each other and stuff in the halls, but thatâs about it.â Danny eyed you almost as if he didnât believe you.
âWell, he seems pretty fond of you for someone he only smiles at in the hallway.â You felt the blush rise to your cheeks again, embarrassed even at the thought of him mentioning your name. âYou do know him, donât you?â
âNo, I swear Iâm telling you the truth.â You raised your hands in defence. He watched you, scanning your face for a hint of a lie. After a second, his expression lit up.
âYou have a crush on him!â He bellowed, feeling accomplished for finally solving the mystery. Your head whipped to the open door, making sure nobody was in the hallway.
âShut up!â You hissed, making a move to shut the door. âI do not!â You said once you protected the privacy.
âThatâs a lie, Picasso.â He let out a disapproving tsk.
âI donât even know the guy.â You rolled your eyes. âYeah, heâs attractive, but I canât exactly like someone I donât know.â
âSure you can, and you do.â He grinned. âAnd youâll like him even more after dinner tonight.â He decided.
âSo now I donât have a choice if I go or not?â
âNo, not at all. Iâll leave you to get ready. He should be back around 6.â Danny stood, not willing to hear any protests.
âDanny, if you say anything to him, I swear to god I will kill-â
âLips are sealed, Picasso. See you at six.â He sent you a wink before disappearing out the door. You felt your stomach twist in knots, nervous that Danny was going to mention something to him.
You distracted yourself by scouring your closet for something acceptable to wear. You cursed him for leaving so soon; he didnât even tell you where you were going. You had no idea if you should dress nice, or casual. As you checked the time, you decided that somewhere in the middle would be suitable. A nice shirt and a pair of black jeans, just to dress it down a bit. You went to the bathroom and quickly ran your curling iron through your hair with no real effort, just to give it a bit of volume. You brushed your teeth and touched up your makeup again, spritzing on some perfume before you walked back to your room. You threw on some jewelry, deciding if you were going to properly meet mystery boy, or Sam, rather, you were going to make a good first impression.
When the clock struck six, there was an insistent knock on your door. When you opened it, Danny was beaming down at you once more. âYou clean up good, Picasso.â He complimented. Rarely did he ever see you out of your studio clothes; you were always covered in paint, or plaster, or some other sort of artistic expression. You spent more time in the studio than you did anywhere else. Of course, the workload was heavy even for first year, but you spent a lot of free time there, too. It was great for your mental health, and aside from your projects, you made smaller pieces to sell on the side. Unlimited access to art tools was a huge benefit to going to the university you chose, and your talent allowed you to make some extra money. Making a living off something you loved to do made your university experience a million times better.
âThanks, Daniel.â You laughed. âReady to go?â You asked.
âYeah, you?â You nodded. You threw on a denim jacket, finishing off the outfit. You joined Danny in the hall, looking around to spot Sam. When you didnât see him, you couldnât help but feel a sense of disappointment.
âWhere are we going?â You asked, distracting yourself from the feeling.
âThereâs this little Italian restaurant downtown. Iâve been meaning to try it, but never got around to it. Figured tonight was as good as any other night. Is that cool with you?â
âOh, yeah. Iâm not picky.â You assured him.
âAwesome.â He breathed, making a move to the other side of the hallway. He stood before Samâs door, sending a knock echoing through the air. Within a few seconds, the door swung open to reveal the boy you couldnât seem to get out of your head. His hair was slightly damp, and the smell of his shampoo hit you almost instantly. He pointed at you without a word, causing you to shoot him a nervous look. He got a small laugh at your reaction.
âYou copied my outfit.â He accused, a goofy smile etched onto his expression. You looked down at what you were wearing, then back to him. You were both wearing Jean jackets with a black base layer. After a second, you laughed, too.
âGuess so.â You shrugged, trying to ignore the incessant butterflies running rampant in your stomach. âIâm y/n,â you held a hand out to shake.
âSam.â He said, reciprocating the gesture. âI guess weâve never properly introduced ourselves.â He noted.
âNot very neighbourly of us, was it?â You chuckled. His eyes lingered over you, taking in the whole sight before humming an agreement. You desperately tried to fight away the blush rising to your cheeks, but failed miserably. You hoped he didnât notice.
âI hear from Daniel that youâre quite the artist.â He said, the smile never leaving his face. At his words, the redness on your cheeks completely took over, leaving no doubt that he could see it.
âModern day Picasso, actually.â Danny corrected.
âYouâll have to show me, sometime.â Samâs tone was soft, no tone of sarcasm present.
âMaybe I can sneak you into the studio someday.â You offered.
âItâs a date, then.â He said it so effortlessly, like the words meant nothing, but it set every nerve in your body on fire.
âG-guess so,â you tried to cover up your stutter, but they certainly noticed. You were thankful they didnât comment on it. Sam stepped into the hallway, closing his door behind him. The three of you ventured towards the exit of the building without another word.
The evening was cool, but not unbearable. By the time youâd walked to the restaurant, you had managed to shake some of the nervousness off. The small chatter and jokes eased the tension by miles, allowing you to enjoy the company rather than fear embarrassment. Danny went inside first, Sam holding the door open for both of you. You muttered a small thank you, disappearing inside of the building. The smell of the food was fantastic, and the decoration and atmosphere was incredibly inviting. Danny noticed a âseat yourselfâ sign, taking it open himself to lead the group to a booth. He slid in one side and you sat across from him. Sam looked between the two seats, ultimately deciding to sit next to you. The booth was tiny, and as he settled and got comfortable, his leg was gently resting against yours. You felt your heart speed, trying not to focus on the constant contact.
You all ordered after taking a good look over the menu. As you were waiting, Sam turned to you to speak. âSo, Picasso,â he started. You turned your head to look at him, strangely pleased at the way the nickname sounded on his tongue. âAny travel plans for the week?â
âOh, no.â You shook your head. âLove them, but my family drives me crazy, and I have too much work to get done to go anywhere else.â You admitted. âYou?â
âNo, I thought it was best to stay, too. I get what you mean about the family thing. Love them to death, but peace and quiet is nice, sometimes.â He chuckled. âDaniel will have to go on the journey alone.â
âSo you guys are from the same town?â You looked between the two. They both nodded.
âYeah, best friends since, what, middle school?â Danny laughed.
âPretty much.â Sam agreed.
âThatâs cool, actually. Nice that you guys have a piece of home here with you.â
âWhat about you? Any piece of home here?â You shook your head.
âNo, and thank god there isnât. Wanted to get the hell out of my hometown and start over. Itâs worked so far.â You explained.
âWhere are you from?â Sam asked, now intrigued.
âArizona. Small town in the middle of nowhere, where everybody looks and acts the same and you get chastised if youâre any different.â
âMind-numbing.â He replied. You nodded, unable to agree more. âEverybody needs originality.â
âNot them, apparently. I couldnât wait to leave, and I never want to go back.â You almost shuddered at the thought.
âSo where after this?â Sam never let his eyes leave you, as if he wanted to engrave every detail of your face in his mind.
âUh, wherever, I guess. I havenât really thought about it. I may travel for a while if I can before I commit to anywhere.â
âSmart woman,â he gave a small smile. âKnow your options before you settle down.â
âYeah, I suppose you could look at it that way.â Your conversation was interrupted by the waitress bringing drinks and setting them in front of you. You sipped from your straw, pondering what to speak about, next. âWhat are you taking, Sam?â You suddenly remembered you hadnât asked him, yet.
âOh, music theory.â He said. You eyed him in shock, not expecting that answer.
âWhat instrument?â
âPiano, on the paper at least.â He laughed. âI like playing bass and guitar more, but I figured theyâd be more likely to accept me with piano as my focus.â
âSmart move.â You pondered the information for a moment. âListen to this one,â you caught both of their attention. âSo, Picasso, Shakespeare and Billy Joel walk into an Italian restaurant,â you started, causing a chorus of laughter from both boys.
âYou play a piano once and you can never escape the Billy Joel jokes.â Sam shook his head, ghost of a laugh still lingering on his lips. You couldnât help but admire him, feeling the overwhelming curiosity of wondering what it would be like to kiss him.
âYouâll be alright, piano man.â Danny assured him.
âYeah, you can even sing us a song, if you want. That might make you feel better.â He shot you a look of warning, but there was visible humour laced in it. The both of you were feeling the nervous tension melt away more by the second.
The time passed too quickly for your liking; the meal was fantastic and the company was even better. When the time to leave came around, you were begging the clock just for another minute. You had spent the whole night beating yourself up for not getting over your fear and speaking with Sam sooner. Aside from him being incredibly attractive, he was funny, and charming, and quite sweet, too. You felt like youâd missed out on a lot. Even if nothing romantic happened, youâd could consider yourself content just being his friend. When the waitress brought the bills over, Sam took it upon himself to ensure you couldnât get your hands on the debit machine. As you all filtered back outside into the cool night air, your feeling of nervousness returned. Looking at Sam, how the glow from the street lights casted over his face, how his hair flowed in solidarity, messy but perfect all in one, made you realize that knowing him only made the desire so much stronger.
Somewhere deep down you hoped he was an asshole, so you could finally shake the hopeless feeling of need for him. The more you talked to him, the more you fell for the goofiness of his aura, the humour he wore so proudly, or the kindness permanently anchored behind his words. He was more than just a pretty face, and to you, it was devastating. The last thing you wanted was to fall for someone, but you were well aware that it had happened long before your night of pasta critique. âYou headed back to dorm?â Sam asked, his hand on your upper arm breaking you from your thoughts. You swallowed hard, trying to shake off your brainsâ incessant reminders of what it felt like to be touched by him.
âYeah,â you nodded.
âIâm headed out, now, I think.â Danny said, looking between the two of you. âPacked the car earlier, so I should hit the road.â
âOh,â you breathed, trying to keep your eyes on him, and him only. âWhich lot are you parked in?â
âThe one by our building. Iâll walk back with you guys.â You nodded at his words, feeling a sudden rush of relief knowing you wouldnât have to walk alone with Sam. Not that you would mind being alone with him, more of a fear of embarrassing yourself somehow. The three of you started the short walk with few words exchanged in the process. When you reached the entrance to the parking lot, you all stopped to bid a farewell.
Danny pulled you into a quick hug, thanking you for going to dinner. He hugged Sam, letting him know heâd text him when he was back home. âMight text for poetry help.â You smiled at him.
âYou could text me just to say hi, too, you know.â Danny reminded.
âThat is my way of saying hi.â You laughed. âToo nervous to be upfront.â
âNo need for that, Picasso. Iâll see you guys soon.â He promised. You and Sam waved goodbye as he parted from the trio, leaving the two of you to yourselves. You kept your eyes glued to the ground, wanting to look anywhere other than his beautiful face.
âYou have anywhere to be?â Sam eventually spoke. You found the courage to meet his eyes, feeling the butterflies erupt in your stomach once more.
âI was thinking about heading to the studio, actually.â You very much enjoyed your 24/7 access to the art building. It made your usually boring weekends a bit more enjoyable.
âCare for some company?â He smiled.
âYou trying to get me in trouble, piano man?â You smirked.
âNobody will ever know I was there.â He promised. You pondered the idea, realizing that it was more than likely nobody would be there, anyway. It was usually quite barren in the evenings, even more so considering the week-long holiday.
âOkay.â You nodded, holding your hand out for him to grab. âCome on.â He wasted no time slipping his hand into yours. You took off in a run back to the dorm with him following closely behind. You both made it to the front entrance of the building, keying in and immediately running to your rooms. âI just have to change.â You told him before disappearing into your room. You quickly changed into your work clothes, realizing how embarrassing the new outfit was. There was old paint stains on the t-shirt and jeans, years worth of artistic memories begging to be washed away. You didnât waste too much time dwelling, too eager to be back in Samâs company.
You were nervous to be alone with him, but the thrill of seclusion with him was overshadowing anything else. You thought maybe youâd be able to unravel some of the mystery, to get a chance to hear about his stories and memories that were hidden away. When you went back into the hallway, Sam was waiting for you. He had also changed into different clothes, a pair of sweatpants and a tattered old band shirt with the logo worn down to just a shadow. He had a sly smile graced his lips. âReady?â You breathed. He gave a nod, silently hoping youâd reach out for his hand again. When you started walking down the hall, he followed after you, only momentary disappointment taking over.
You walked side by side to the art building, buzzing with unspoken excitement. When you reached the doorway, you scanned your access card on the reader and the lock clicked open. As you pulled on the handle, you looked back at him and pressed a finger to your lips, signalling for him to stay quiet, just in case anyone else was around. Regular students were allowed in the art building during office hours, but art students were the only ones granted access outside of normal school times. You were sure youâd only get a slap on the wrist if someone realized he wasnât an art student, but you still didnât want to take the chance. He nodded, ensuring he wouldnât make a peep. You took his hand again, leading him inside and directly to the stairwell to the basement.
You took a sigh of relief when you let the studio door close behind you. You went right to your small locker where you stored your paint supplies and brushes. You unlocked it with a tiny key you kept around your neck. You pulled out your belongings, nodding Sam in the direction of the main room. The bright fluorescent lights were nothing new to you, but it seemed like it almost caught him off guard. You set your stuff down on a desk and grabbed an easel, carrying it over to where you were planning to sit. âIâll be right back.â You told him, walking off to a side room. You opened the door, flicking the light on in the small storage space. You grabbed your large canvas, careful not to bump the front of it, worried it still may not have completely dried. You took it back out to the main room and propped it up on the easel, pulling a stool in front of it.
Sam moved a second chair over, sitting beside you. His eyes drifted over the artwork, scanning it intently and drinking up every detail like he needed it to survive. âI see why Danny calls you Picasso, now.â He mumbled, still looking over all of the details. You felt the redness creep up on your cheeks again, flattered at his compliment. âThis place anything special to you, or just a stock photo?â There was a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.
âWell, the cabin is. Itâs my familyâs. We spent a lot of time up there when I was a kid. The background is pretty dramatized, cause my inspiration pictures were a little bland.â You chuckled. âWeâve been working on landscapes, so I figured I would paint something meaningful.â The large oil painting had the image of the aforementioned cabin nestled in a plot of trees. The leaves were radiating the colours of autumn, and the neutral mountains in the background made the colours stand out. A small stream flowed through the mountain valley, and birds floated through the air. There were patches of flowery grass and bushes covering the ground. The outline was finished, and youâd been working on the intimate details of the piece. You were estimating only a few more hours of work, eager to have this finished so you could move on to the next project.
âItâs stunning.â He said, moving back to look at you again.
âThanks,â your voice was soft, full of gratitude.
âHave you always wanted to be an artist?â He asked. You thought about the question, pondering the appropriate answer.
âI always loved art, but donât think I actually decided to study it until late into high school. I never thought Iâd be able to make it, but then I entered a few contests and won, and I guess it kind of kick started the process of getting here. At first, my parents werenât super supportive of the idea. I think theyâd rather me be a doctor or a lawyer, but they knew it would only make me miserable. Now that they see what Iâm doing, and how happy it makes me, theyâre a bit more on board. Their encouragement really helped me feel like I was supposed to be here.â You explained. âDeep down, I probably always knew I would do art for a living, but I fought it for a long time. Itâs not really regarded as a âprofessionâ, and I think that discouraged me for a long time.â
âDonât ever feel that way again.â He shook his head, looking back towards the canvas. âSomeone with talent like this should never second guess themselves.â You swallowed hard, having a difficult time digesting such a compliment. âThis is the type of stuff to end up in galleries.â
âYouâll have to let me design your album art when you release your EP, then.â You smiled.
âYou havenât even heard me play yet.â He brushed the comment off, a small laugh lingering in his words.
âDonât have to, I just know.â You said, pulling out your glass palate. You sifted through your bag of paints, choosing the colours carefully. You squeezed small amounts on the surface, looking back towards the large painting. You started to work, unsure of where the conversation would lead to next.
âWhat music do you like?â He asked, watching your hands as you painted.
âEverything.â You said, never losing your focus. âNot picky.â
âYou have to have a favourite.â He inquired. A smile tugged at your lips.
âWell, yeah.â You rolled your eyes.
âWhat is it, then?â He laughed, eyes moving to your face.
âGuess.â You thought if he wanted to get to know you, he could work for it, first. At least a little bit.
âYouâre a classical person, arenât you?â You looked at him through the corner of your eyes, furrowing your eyebrows slightly.
âInsulting,â you replied. âYou think Iâm that boring?â You teased.
âWorth a shot.â He shrugged. âRock?â
âYeah,â you nodded. âI like metal, too, but I mostly stick with rock.â
âNever would have guessed the metal part.â His surprise was showing in his expression.
âYeah, well, I have lots of tricks up my sleeve.â You chuckled, wiping your brush on your apron.
âCanât wait to figure them out.â His words were smooth, concise, even, as if he was waiting to deliver the line the whole night. Your stomach fluttered with the thought of him wanting to know more about you. You both fell into a silence, eventually playing music off your phone to fill the stale air. You were fine without words exchanged; you enjoyed him sitting with you while you worked. He didnât seem to mind either, enthralled in your technique. âWhatâs your favourite thing to paint?â He eventually disturbed the quiet.
âI like nature. Itâs always so calming to recreate. So many different options, and imperfections donât cause an issue, because nature isnât perfect. I think thatâs what makes it beautiful.â You explained. He nodded along, hoping you would keep talking. You noticed, feeling less reserved about your ramblings, realizing you wanted to share them with him. âNature is the only constant. It was here from the beginning, and it will be here long after we die, even if itâs changed million times. It carries infinite memories from every era, and itâs our only consistency in this lifetime, and the ones previous. I like the idea of a timeless art piece. If someone looks at this a hundred years from now, theyâll be able to appreciate it the same way we can. Nobody will have to wonder about the origins of the picture. People die, animals pass, but the earth always outlives us. When the day comes and it dies, too, we go with it.â He nodded again, studying your face. He had been for a while, although you hadnât really noticed. He was watching the way your eyes focused when you were doing delicate work, or how your lips pursed when your brush wasnât doing exactly what you wanted it to. He also noticed every time you let out a minuscule sigh, content with the flow of the paint, or when you smiled when a familiar song came on the shuffle. Heâd been studying you just as much as you did, him, admiring you just the same. He was enthralled in your presence, also never expecting to have you this close to him.
The art of your silent admiration had left little room for belief of a chance for it to happen so intimately. He was basking in the moment, in you. The smell of the paint and your perfume was embedding the memory in his brain forever. The beauty in your passion was electrifying, and he was certain he could watch it all day. He also felt the same when he passed you in the hallways, and caught himself peeking into your room when you had the door open. He felt the same fluster when you smiled at him, and awaited the conversations when Danny spoke your name. He also struggled with the idea of talking to you first, worried about rejection or embarrassment. From what heâd seen, you never showed an inkling of interest, and he didnât want to come off in the wrong way. When Danny brought the idea of inviting you to dinner, he nearly jumped at the opportunity. Samâs feelings had also remained quite silent, although his childhood best friend was quick to catch on to the situation. Now with a promise to both of you that your emotions would be kept a secret, it was up to both of you to figure things out. All Danny could do was cheer you on from both sides. âYouâve got a beautiful way of seeing the world.â He noted.
âIf you donât love the earth, you canât expect it to love you back.â You said, finally turning to look over at him. You were caught off guard at his proximity, noticing he had definitely moved closer since youâd started working. He was sitting a little ahead of you, but his body was turned to be angled towards you. When he caught your surprised look, he gave a small smile.
âI thought you wanted to come and see the art, Sam.â You teased, finding the confidence to make a quick pass about his position.
âIâm looking at it.â He quipped back without a moment of hesitation. You opened your mouth to reply, but couldnât find any words, flustered at the proclamation. Without another word, he turned to look back at the canvas, leaving you to wonder if his words were satire, or if they had meaning. You took a few seconds to recover, but ultimately pushed the statement to the back of your mind. You continued on, dabbing blots of paint onto the picture and blending it gently. âYou know, if youâre looking for a customer, Iâd be happy to take this off your hands when youâre finished.â
âYou couldnât afford me, Kiszka.â You joked, using the tip of your finger to get a better blend on a saturated area. You fixed it up with a brush afterwards.
âYou think so?â He hummed, not bothering to turn and face you.
âI know so.â You told him, wiping your hand on the apron. You werenât sure if it was the months of tension catching up to you, or the exhaustion, or the smell of his cologne, but you were desperate for him to turn and face you again. âIf you want it, itâs yours.â You breathed, deciding to drop the facade. âOnce itâs graded, I have nowhere to put it.â
âHow much do you want for it?â He asked, still facing away from you.
âFree, for you.â You said softly, a smile creeping up on you.
âAbsolutely not.â He turned now, finally meeting your eyes. âYou worked hard on it, you used your own materials. Iâm giving you something for it.â He said, finality dripping in his tone. You couldnât help but shift under his gaze, the authority sending a pleasant jolt of electricity through you.
âThink of it as a token of friendship.â You whispered, unable to stop yourself from looking over his features. The admiration in your eyes was impossible to overlook.
âFriendship?â He questioned after a moment of silence, a new sense of confidence washing over him. âOuch,â he said, the same cocky smirk playing on the corner of his mouth. You bit the inside of your lip, feeling your breath catch in your throat. You werenât so willing to fall for the idea that he may have felt the same way. Instead of turning away, he watched you, hoping youâd make a notion of reciprocation. After the shock wore off, you started to understand that he was being serious.
âCourtship?â You corrected yourself, feeling your heart drumming against your chest.
âI think I like that better,â he whispered, eyes falling down to your lips for a second before correcting himself. âDo you?â
âI certainly donât have an issue with it.â You admitted. He watched you carefully, almost as if he was nervous to advance the situation any further. After a moment of deliberation, he reached his hand up and cupped your cheek, using his thumb to wipe off a smudge of paint.
âSome paint,â he informed you.
âOh,â you breathed, eyes never leaving him. âDid you get it all?â He inspected further, tucking some hair behind your ear as he did so.
âMm, I think I missed a spot.â He deducted. You set your palate and brush on the table, not wanting to miss a moment of him. He advanced further, but only slightly, pretending to look harder. You couldnât fight back a smile. âWant me to get it?â He looked back up at your eyes, hand never moving from your cheek.
âOkay,â you nodded, playing into his act.
âYou sure?â He asked again, mostly to tease, but he also wanted to ensure you were comfortable.
âPositive.â You promised. Without wasting any more time, he leaned in and pressed his lips against yours.
It was soft, but his lips felt like they were burning into your skin. You reached your own hand out, letting it fall to the back of his neck. You pulled him closer, careful not to get any paint on his clothes in the process. He ran his tongue across your bottom lip, practically begging for more. You were quick to respond, parting your lips and allowing him to deepen the kiss. His other hand slipped to your hip, letting his fingers gently sink into the skin. When he pulled away, you were both breathless and craving more. He let his forehead rest on yours, dreading putting any more distance between your bodies. You gave a smile, unsure of what else you could do to express how you felt. It was like months of torture finally derived into pleasure. No more watching him as he walked past, wondering about his name or what it would be like to say it, or hear him say yours. No more wondering what it felt like to be kissed by him, because now, you knew, and it was way better than you ever imagined. âIâm not sure if I got it.â He admitted, causing a giggle from you. He pulled you in for another kiss, this one shorter and more lighthearted.
âIs it gone?â You asked, intoxicated from the feeling of his lips.
âIf I said no, would you believe me?â You could hear his smile in his words.
âYeah, just because Iâd like to kiss you again, though.â His thumb trailed over your cheek as he rested his hand on your jaw. He placed a small peck on your lips, causing you to hum in satisfaction. âI wanted to do that for a really long time.â You said. He pulled back a bit, taking in your expression.
âMe, too.â He chuckled.
âReally?â He gave a nod.
âSince the first time I saw you.â
âMe, too.â You copied his earlier statement. âItâs been a long couple months of admiring you from a distance.â
âWhyâd you never say anything?â He questioned, hand still keeping a delicate hold on your face.
âI was scared. Thought maybe youâd think I was weird, or youâd be an asshole. Youâre too pretty to be nice, too. Itâs not fair.â You laughed. âI didnât even think you knew I existed.â
âHow could I not?â He was almost offended at the thought. You shrugged your shoulders. âYouâre the only person Iâve been looking at.â You felt your cheeks heat up again, angry that you couldnât hide your emotion. âDannyâs been begging me to talk to you for weeks, but I guess I was scared, too.â It clicked in your brain, suddenly making sense why he was so excited when you told him you thought Sam was cute.
âDoesnât matter,â You told him âWe know now.â He nodded, agreeing silently. âDid you want to go back to my room, maybe?â You realized your statement was a bit forward only after youâd said it, but you didnât really care. You were too caught up in the moment to worry about moving too fast, or any what-ifâs. Your small amount of worry was subsided when he immediately stood, holding his hand out to you. You took it, letting him help you stand.
Both of you made quick work at cleaning up the mess you made, buzzing with excitement at the idea of being alone together. Within a few minutes, you had his hand in yours, and you were guiding him back through the unfamiliar building. You checked the main floor before you emerged, making sure there was no security checking out the place. You knew they could be assholes, and almost always asked for an access pass. When you deducted the coast was clear, you pulled him through the lobby and out the front door. You were both in a fit of giggles by the time you reached the dorm building, fumbling with keycards to let yourselves in. The hallways were barren, almost all of the students already gone for their spring trips. It made your journey all the faster, allowing you to make it to your room in record time without any interruption.
You opened the door for him, motioning got him to go inside first. He did so, eyes immediately taking in the sight. Heâd caught glimpses of your room, but never got the chance to really see it. There was artwork plastered over the walls, some yours and some from your friends, or even reprints of famous artists. There were ambient lights bordering the ceilings, set to a constant colour. There were paintbrushes and textbooks littering your desk, along with a few empty coffee cups. There were a plethora of Polaroids hung on your bulletin board, a receipt book of memories from the lifetime he wanted to so badly know about. The smell of your perfume lingered in the air and your bed, although messy, looked extraordinarily inviting.
You gave him a small smile, nervous about what he was thinking. âI love it in here.â He said, almost like he could read your mind. You let out a small sigh of relief. His eyes drifted towards the small clay sculptures youâd been messing around with. He leaned closer, smiling at the intricate detail.
âYou should come over more often, then.â You smiled.
âI think youâre gonna have a hard time getting rid of me, now.â He laughed. The sound was more beautiful than any youâd heard before.
âFine by me.â You admitted. âIâm gonna change out of these. Just give me a minute.â He nodded, watching you as you picked some clothes from your closet. You brought them to the bathroom, changing into the shorts and t-shirt. You looked at yourself in the mirror, nearly wincing at the sight. You quickly fixed your makeup with your fingers and brushed your teeth. You sprayed a bit more perfume on the new clothes, and rejoined him. He was still standing awkwardly by your desk, unsure of where to sit. âYou can sit on the bed.â You smiled, finding the timidity cute.
âOh, okay.â He said, looking towards the mattress and sitting down.
âDid you want to watch a movie?â You asked.
âSure.â He grinned. You went to your laptop, quickly logging in and pulling up Netflix. âI donât care what we watch.â He admitted. You put on one of the first recommended movies, turning the volume up slightly. You climbed into bed next to him, propping a pillow against the wall and leaning back. He did the same, settling next to you, much closer than anyone else would normally sit.
The intro credits rolled for the movie, giving you a moment to relax from the close proximity. You leaned into him slightly, but not enough to make it obvious. You pulled your comforter over your legs, snuggling into the warmth. You let your hand rest on top of the blanket as you eyed his sitting in his lap. Youâd been on dates, but not once since you moved away from your hometown had you felt so adolescent in romance. It felt like you were going through the motions for the first time, completely blind in knowledge. You had no idea how to approach him, how to initiate any of the intimacy youâd been yearning for. You hadnât noticed you were staring at him, but he certainly did. He looked over to you, giving you a small, soft smile. In response, it made your heart skip a beat.
He took the opportunity to reach over and slip his hand into yours, giving it a gentle, reassuring squeeze. The contact immediately subsided your anxiety, and you finally felt the ability to focus on the screen. After a few moments, you even found the courage to rest your head on his shoulder. The both of you watched the movie in silence, his thumb rubbing small circles over the back of your hand while you did so. As the film progressed, so did your comfortability. By the middle of it, you both had shifted dramatically. He was laying down, and you were resting atop of him, head nestled in his chest. His palm was firmly planted on your lower back, and his other gently tracing shapes into your arm. If you werenât so energized from being so close to him, you were certain you could fall asleep in that position.
His hand that was on your arm moved to your face, fingers gently pushing your hair away. You closed your eyes, revelling in the feeling. He gently combed through the knots before settling his hand back on your cheek. He guided you to look up at him, sending a smile your way. You returned it, thinking that you would be fine if his face was the only one you could ever see again. âThanks for inviting me over.â He said, admiring every feature. He knew that you were beautiful from every time heâd seen you before that night, but he realized that heâd been missing out on the best part. Having you laying with him, sleepiness laced in your eyes, made him realize that there was never a time where you were more beautiful. The innocent intimacy was overwhelming in the best possible way, leaving him to believe he could die happy as long as he got to hold you.
âItâs crazy, you know.â You sighed, propping yourself up on your elbow to get a better look at him.
âHmm?â He replied, fingers dancing in the ends of your hair.
âI spent so long with this stupid little crush. I think because of it, I kind of put you on a pedestal. I forgot you were a person, too. I never believed that I could ever be with you like this. It always felt impossible.â
âI did the same thing.â He admitted, feeling better about it knowing you felt that way, too. âItâs weird. Dating in college is so much different than high school.â He chuckled. You nodded, agreeing wholeheartedly.
âIt feels more⌠adult. In high school, I had to ask my parents permission to go on a date. Now, I can just invite you over whenever I want.â You thought aloud. âBut I donât feel any different. I still feel the same as I did a year ago.â
âYeah,â he breathed. âItâs strange, knowing that weâre supposed to be adults, now. Especially when I still feel like a kid.â
âI think itâs a good buffer period,â you shrugged. âPretend to be adults, get the experience, but still be able to make mistakes and learn from them. We get to practice living alone and being responsible, but still get to do stupid shit.â He laughed at your comment, but understood your point.
âI like you, Picasso.â He said, his hand landing on the back of your neck. You smiled at the words.
âI like you, too.â You admitted, eyes trailing over his face in admiration.
âI think it would be cool if we could do stupid shit and learn from our mistakes⌠together.â He mumbled, gaze focused only on you.
âWhat are you saying, Billy Joel?â You smirked as he rolled his eyes at the nickname.
âIâm saying,â he paused, eyes flickering down to your lips for a moment. âI would like to do thisâŚ. more often.â He articulated his words carefully, a bit nervous to say them.
âI think that would be quite alright.â You deducted. He visibly relaxed at your confirmation. âI⌠uh, Iâm not good at this stuff.â You admitted.
âThatâs okay.â He said, tangling his fingers in the hair at the base of your skull. He gently massaged his fingers over your scalp, causing a slight hum of pleasure from you. âThatâs part of the making mistakes and learning from them, right?â
âYeah,â you whispered, entranced in the feeling of him touching you. âIâve never really had a boyfriend, or anything like that. Been on a few dates, but they ended pretty terribly.â You admitted. He cocked his head to the side, studying you as you spoke. âLike I said before, all of the boys from my hometown are all the same. I learned my lesson, and I realized nothing meaningful would ever come from it, so I just⌠didnât.â
âYou can talk about it, if you want.â He offered.
âThereâs really not much to talk about.â You told him, remembering back to your high school years. âI donât know if it was just the type of people that lived in the town, or if it was a teenage boy thing, but they just cared about getting laid and nothing more. It was unbearable, and I fell for it a few times, but nobody ever cared about me past the surface. Iâve never met a boy who wanted to know me like you do, or would even admit that they liked me out loud, for that matter. Nobody has ever asked me questions about myself, or my art. It was nice being seen as a person rather than a body.â You muttered the last part, hating saying it aloud.
âThey have no idea what they missed out on, then.â He said, bringing you closer and placing a kiss on your forehead. âIâve only known you, well, really known you, for a day. I already know that Iâd be more than lucky to have a chance with you.â Your cheeks turned red, luckily covered by the darkness of the room this time. âThey didnât deserve you. Nobody should make you feel like you can only be loved in privacy. Youâre worth more than that.â Your eyes fluttered up to meet his as your brain wondered if the interaction was real, or a grandly fabricated dream. You leaned forward, unable to satiate the need to kiss him again.
He accepted the gesture enthusiastically, using his hands to pull you impossibly closer. You brought your hand to his face, cupping his cheek. After a moment, you couldnât help but want more. You shifted, trying your best not to break the kiss, placing both of your legs on either side of him. He broke away for a second, just long enough to prop himself up against the wall so you wouldnât be uncomfortable. He wasted no time, capturing you in another kiss. His hands found your hips, fingers holding you firmly but delicately all at once. You snaked your hand to the back of his neck, holding him like you were scared he would get away from you. When you pulled back, you were both breathless with stars dancing in your eyes.
âWe donât have to do anything if you donât want to.â He said quickly, mind still occupied with the thought of kissing you. âIâm okay if we just lay here and talk.â
âI want to if you do.â You assured him, finally feeling the months of tension reach the breaking point.
âAre you sure?â He asked, searching your face for an honest answer.
âPositive.â You promised, making sure he saw you were being genuine. âI just⌠Iâve neverâŚyeah.â You trailed off, suddenly a bit embarrassed. He watched you, trying to piece together what you were saying. âIâve never had sex.â You blurted out, realizing he wasnât fully understanding you. âI mean, Iâve done some stuff, but neverâŚâ you breathed, your face burning for a whole new reason.
âHey, itâs okay.â He reached his hand to your face, keeping your head straight so you would look at him. You were a virgin in all technical terms, only having awkward sexual experiences and moments with failed flings in high school. It wasnât a virtue thing, more of a feeling of never finding the right person. With him, you felt comfortable, and were certain that it would be enjoyable. You didnât have to have experience to assume that. You could tell just by looking at him, by how he spoke to you. He cared about your comfortability, and that was a major green flag. âWe donât have to do anything you donât want to do.â His tone was firm.
âNo, I want to.â You said quickly, making sure he knew. âI just⌠I want you to have a good time, and Iâm just nervous, I think. I donât want to⌠disappoint.â He let out a chuckle, shaking his head at the blasphemous idea.
âYeah, thatâs not even a possibility.â He shut the fear down almost as soon as it sprouted. âIâm gonna have a good time because Iâm with you.â He promised. âI donât expect anything, or anything like that. Iâm more concerned with you having a good time.â He said, bringing your face down to place a soft kiss on your lips. âWeâll take it slow, okay? Make sure you enjoy yourself.â He mumbled, his mouth only millimetres away from your own. âThat sound okay?â
âYeah,â you breathed, giving a small nod. You could feel his smile from as he kissed you again.
âYou can tell me to stop, or slow down, or whatever you need at any point, okay?â He explained when he pulled back. You nodded. âYou can tell me what you like, too. Donât be shy.â You nodded again. âI need to hear the words, baby.â
âOkay.â You verbally confirmed. He tapped your thigh, silently letting you know he wanted you to get up. You did so, allowing him to move over to the side.
âLay down for me,â he said, his tone had authority but it was incredibly soft, not wanting to make you feel uncomfortable. You laid back, eyes locked on his face. You were still anxious, but he was easing it more by the second. He turned onto his side to face you, guiding your face to his once more and connecting your mouths. You kissed him back with more neediness than before, excited by the idea of his hands on you. He slipped his fingers under the hem of your shirt, letting them dance over your skin so you could grow accustom to the feeling.
As he became familiar with the feeling of your body, he took his chance to deepen the kiss. You couldnât help but let a few small moans of delight out, only fuelling him further. He went slow, working you up to speed. He didnât want to rush you, or push you too far. He let you take the lead with progressing any further, waiting until you made a move to take an article of clothing away. When you tugged at the hem of his shirt, he moved back from you so he could pull it over his head. You let your eyes fall over his exposed torso, feeling your stomach flutter at the sight. He smiled at your expression, but didnât say a word in fear of you feeling embarrassed. He made a move towards your waistband, watching your eyes intently as he did so. You gave him a nod of encouragement, letting him know you were okay. He hooked his fingers through the sides and slowly pulled the shorts from your body. You sat up and removed your shirt, too.
His breath caught in his throat at the sight of you in just your undergarments, having to do for a moment just to appreciate the view. âGorgeous,â he hummed, lowering his head to you once more. He left a trail of gentle kisses across you collarbones, letting his hands trail over your exposed thighs. The minuscule touches were driving you crazy; you had no idea it could feel so good to be admired by someone. His lips moved downward, skipping over your chest and landing on your sternum. He started to get sloppier the further he progressed downwards. By the time he reached your navel, you were practically a mess. He looked up at you, eyelids heavy, taking in every detail of you. The way your chest rose and fell while you breathed, the way your lips stayed slightly parted, the way your hand felt tangled in his hair. It was driving him crazy.
He moved up again, motioning for you to lift your back from the bed. You did as he wanted, allowing him to snake his arms around you and unclasp your bra. He pulled it from your body, discarding it carelessly on the floor. He sucked a sharp breath through his teeth when he finally saw the full view. He was nestled between your legs, one hand planted beside you on the mattress, holding him up upright. His other hand returned to you, resting on your rib cage as light as a feather. He looked to you for permission before doing anything else. âIâm okay, I promise. Iâll tell you if Iâm not.â You appreciated his consideration, but you were beginning to feel a bit desperate for more. He didnât say anything, just brought his hand to your breast and brushed his thumb lightly over your hardened nipple.
The feeling was new, but very welcomed. The small touch sent a jolt of emotion through you. You watched him intently, anticipating his next movement. He brought his mouth to your nipple and pulled it into his mouth. You let out a shaky exhale at the sensation. He flicked his tongue over it a few times, really becoming familiar with you. When he pulled away, you couldnât help but feel a bit disappointed at the loss of contact. He smiled at your sigh of discontent. âFeel good?â He hummed.
âYeah,â you breathed. He sat upright on his knees, bringing both of his hands to your hips and hooking his fingers through your underwear. You bit the inside of your lip, enthusiastic but still a bit nervous. You lifted your hips from the bed, allowing him to pull them off with ease. He tossed them to the floor, not caring where they landed. He was only concerned with you, now fully naked and laying beneath him. He caught sight of your face, noticing that your eyes were looking away from him.
âHey,â he whispered. You finally found the courage to look up at him. âYou okay, beautiful?â You were glad he disregarded your earlier statement, finding it much easier to communicate with him if he initiated it.
âYeah, just nervous. Itâs nothing youâre doing.â You promised.
âYou want to stop?â You shook your head, unable to think of a worse idea. He didnât immediately jump back to action at the expression, but spoke again after a few moments. âWeâll go slow, okay? This is for you. I wanna give you a good time.â You felt a smile growing on your lips at his words.
âOkay,â you affirmed. He leaned down, placing a soft kiss on your lips. You felt like you could live in that moment forever.
âDonât have to be shy, or nervous. Promise Iâm gonna take care of you.â He said as he pulled away. âJust tell me to stop, or slow down if you need to. Youâre in charge.â You managed another nod as he sunk back between your legs. He laid on his stomach, head inches from your heat. You felt the anxiety lingering, but it was rapidly overtaken by excitement. He placed a few kisses on the inside of your thighs, one arm snaked under one of your legs and gently caressing the outside of your thigh. He brought his free hand to your cunt, fingers ghosting over the area. He looked up to you as if to ask permission. You gave him another nod, assuring him it was okay.
He slowly advanced, wanting to give you ample time to change your mind if you needed to. When you stayed quiet, eyes watching him with anticipation, he took it as a good sign. He ran his fingers through your folds, letting you get used to the feeling before doing anything else. You bit into the inside of your lip, trying to wrap your head around the unfamiliar sensation. It was definitely different when someone else was touching you, you noted. He gathered some of your arousal on his fingers. He spread the wetness to your clit, bringing his thumb to the sensitive area and slowly rubbing light circles into it. Your breath caught in your throat, the feeling taking you by surprise. His eyes flickered to your face, feeling a bit of satisfaction at the sound. You looked down at him, meeting his gaze and feeling a different type of pleasure at the sight.
âHowâs that?â His voice was quiet, barely noticeable if not for your intent focus on his every action. âDoes that feel okay?â
âYeah,â you said, less enthralled in the movement of his hands than you were at the look on his face. He had a small smile playing on his lips, but the admiration for you he held in his eyes was worth more than words. He didnât speak again, but kept his focus on the pattern of his thumb. He applied a bit more pressure, watching your face for a reaction. You let in a sharp intake of breath, feeling the sensation change from unfamiliar to pleasurable. His jaw clenched slightly, the sound running straight through him and settling in his bones. It was small, barely there, but it was blissful to his ears.
He worked at you for a few moments, gentle and loving with every move. It felt good, the nervousness almost completely gone, but there was enough there for you to hold yourself back. Your noises were limited, mostly from fear of embarrassment. You were so caught up in the worry of looking dumb that you were almost overlooking the scene before you. It didnât deter him, though. If anything, it only drove him further. He was aching too hear the beautiful sounds begging to be let out, and heâd be damned if he couldnât get them out of you. You watched him closely, not wanting to miss a moment of his presence. He leaned forward, letting a line of spit fall from his lips onto his fingers. You swallowed hard, the small action sending a rush of pleasure through you.
He ran his fingers through your cunt again, making sure the lubrication didnât go to waste. His middle finger slowed and eventually stopped just before your entrance. âTell me if youâre uncomfortable, okay?â He asked, but his tone was more of a demand. You nodded, too caught up in the idea of his fingers almost inside of you to worry about anything else. After a second, he slowly sunk his finger into you, studying you for any sign of discomfort. When you went without protest, he fully pushed his finger in, letting his thumb fall back on your clit. He continued his circles, now adding the stimulation of pumping his finger into you. You let a breathy moan out, unable to hold it back anymore. âThatâs it baby,â he practically groaned, ecstatic to hear the noise. âYouâre doing sâgood.â The praise, although unexpected, was very well received. Knowing that he was enjoying himself solely by pleasuring you was a fantastic feeling. Knowing that he was only concerned with you feeling good was enough to satiate the anxiety.
He continued his pace for a while, eventually adding another finger when you felt you were ready. You were a mess, caught up in the pleasure but worried, too, because you hadnât felt the creep of an impending orgasm. His hand was steady, never wavering, and his eyes were locked on you. Every so often, he pressed his lips into the skin on your thighs or your hipbones, just as a small act of affection. âSam, I-I donât know if Iâm gonna cum.â You admitted, voice shaky and a bit defeated.
âYou will,â he promised, unfazed by the statement. âDonât be nervous.â
âI justâŚâ you let out a sigh, frustrated with yourself. âItâs not you, itâs me.â He pulled back, halting his movements.
âI can stop if thatâs what you want, baby.â His words were coated with sincerity. âOr are you just worried you canât cum?â He inquired.
âI donât want you to stop, Iâm having a good time. I just donât know if I can.â You explained, feeling embarrassment settle in your chest.
âIâve got all night.â He said, shrugging off the worry. âCanât think of anything Iâd rather be doing.â He gave you a smile.
âI want you to have a good time, too, though.â
âOh, I am.â His tone changed from gentle to firm. âDonât worry about that.â You watched him with uncertainty, but the look in his eye was nothing but affirmative of his statement. âDonât worry about anything. Just lay there and focus on how it feels, okay?â You nodded. âNo worries about if youâre gonna cum or not, no worrying about me having a good time, just relax and enjoy the feeling. If you donât cum, weâll try again next time.â Your heard sped at the realization that he was planning on this being more than a one-time thing. It was comforting, knowing that he was learning about you so intimately, but wasnât planning on running. He didnât want to get your clothes off and never speak to you again like the majority of boys youâd ever known.
âY-yeah, okay.â You replied. He cocked his head to the side, wondering why the hesitation was so present. âYou, uh⌠next time?â He couldnât help but grin at your question.
âI mean, yeah, if you want that, of course.â
âYeah, I do.â You rushed out, hoping you hadnât made him feel otherwise.
âThen itâs settled.â He hummed. âNot just the sex part, though. The dinner and the hanging out was great, and Iâd very much like to do that, too.â You let out a small giggle at his words, finding the explanation cute.
âMe, too.â You assured him.
âBreakfast tomorrow?â He asked, a smirk on the corner of his lips. He started to move his fingers again, taking you by surprise. You let out a gasp at the suddenness, immediately feeling the pleasure return.
âS-sure,â you breathed, giving him a nod. He decided to stop messing with you, wanting to ensure you were as comfortable as you could be. He worked himself back up to his earlier pace, making it nearly impossible for you to think of anything else. He let another trail of spit fall onto his fingers, making sure it wasnât too dry for you.
After a few moments, you did start to feel a little less insecure. His eyes were watching you, studying every minute detail. He noticed the rise and fall of your chest speed as he continued pumping his fingers in and out of you, the way you occasionally pulled your bottom lip between your teeth in attempt to silence yourself. He watched how your eyebrows furrowed slightly when he brushed over your clit just right, and how your eyes stayed almost permanently shut. He thought you were the most beautiful sight heâd ever seen. Eventually, a blissful moan slipped from your mouth as his fingers hit the perfect spot. His eyes rolled back slightly, soaking up the sound. âThatâs it, baby.â He encouraged you, fingers never stopping.
The words of motivation helped ease your tension. Your stiffness dissipated, your shoulders relaxing back on the pillows a bit. Your neck let your head fall back, leaving you completely at ease for the time being. A few more short-lived moans fell from your lips, all hitting him with a stronger force each time. âDoing so good, princess.â He said, noticing the effect his words had on you last time. âCum for me, baby. You can do it.â He whispered. The demand went straight to your core, and you started to feel a sensation grow in the pit of your stomach. It was a feeling youâd only ever given yourself; it was way more intense when produced by another person.
âFuck, Sam.â You whimpered, a gentle warning that you were getting closer. His heart drummed against his chest, clearly excited at the obscene proclamation. He took a risk, removing his thumb from your clit and lowering his head until his lips were touching you. You didnât realize what he was doing until his tongue darted over the sensitive nerves, causing an involuntarily buck of your hips. He used his hand that was hooked under your leg to hold you down on the mattress.
Your fear of not being able to cum was quickly diminished with the new, even more unfamiliar feeling. It was heavenly. You let a low groan out, feeling the knot in your belly tighten. You slipped your hand down and tangling your fingers in the roots of his hair. He pulled his mouth off you only for a second, just to get one more praise in. âTaste so good, princess.â He said, slipping his thumb back in place of his mouth. You could only whimper in response, already missing the feeling of his tongue. âThatâs it, baby. Look at you,â he whispered the last part more to himself than anything else. He only let his eyes hover over your expression for a moment longer, returning his tongue to you.
It didnât take long to get to where he wanted you to be. Within a few minutes, you were gripping at his hair, panting and moaning, your orgasm begging you to let go. His tongue was moving at a steady pace, and his fingers curled with every re-entry, hitting a spot inside you that nothing ever had before. You let your head fall back, feeling the pressure reach its peak. A wave of pleasure overtook you, setting every nerve in your body on fire. You managed his name through the slur of moans, clenching around his fingers as you came. He only tapered his speed when the intensity began to die down. He removed his mouth first, then slowly pulled his fingers from you. His eyes flickered towards your face, lust clouding his eyes as he did so.
He slowly moved upwards, placing a few kisses over your collarbones and up onto your neck. You finally found the strength to open your eyes and look to him. He caught your gaze and gave you a dopey smile, eyelids heavy and your arousal glistening on his lips. âThatâs my beautiful girl,â he hummed, wiping his chin with the back of his hand before leaning in for a kiss. âIâm so proud of you.â He whispered as he parted from you. He placed another kiss on your lips, sweet and full of emotion. The anxiety that had been plaguing you on and off was now gone, replaced solely by a desire for him that youâd never felt for another person before. âDid that feel good?â
âSo good, Sammy.â You said, your lips still ghosting over his. You could feel his erection straining against his sweatpants, pressing into your leg.
âMy name sounds so good when you say it like that.â He sighed, one hand roaming your exposed torso. His touch was light, tickling the sensitive skin over your rib cage as he did so.
âThank you,â you whispered, resting your cheek against his, basking in the affection.
âDonât have to thank me, princess.â He replied. âIf anything, I should be thanking you.â You let out a small laugh at his words, finding his gratefulness charming. You reached up and cupped his cheek in your hand, lifting your head to pull him into another kiss. He was hesitant to let you go when you pulled away.
âDo you wannaâŚ?â You trailed off, feeling a bit too embarrassed to finish the sentence.
âDo you?â He asked.
âYeah,â you breathed, never more sure of yourself in your whole life. He gave you a smile, making a move to stand. He undid the drawstring on his pants, then pulled them down, ridding himself of them and leaving himself clad in only his boxers. You couldnât help but stare at him, eyes wandering but eventually settling on the bulge barely contained by the fabric. He noticed your stare, a smirk making its way back onto his lips.
âCondoms?â He asked, catching your attention. Your eyes widened, realizing that you didnât have any.
âOh, I uh- I didnât really expect⌠I donât..â
âThatâs okay,â he chuckled. âI have some in my room. I can go get them.â You couldnât help but feel a twinge of jealousy, realizing that heâd been keeping them for a reason. You pushed the thought away, not wanting to focus on the idea of him being with someone else. He was here with you, and thatâs what mattered.
âI, uh, I am on birth control, if youâre clean.â You squeaked, slightly embarrassed at the statement.
âAre you sure? I donât want you to be uncomfortable.â He said, his tone firm.
âYeah, I am.â You assured him. âLike I said, as long as youâre clean.â You repeated the earlier comment, just wanting to be sure.
âI am,â he promised. âItâs been a long time since⌠yeah.â He let out a small laugh. You couldnât help but feel better knowing he hadnât been sleeping around, either.
âThen yeah, Iâm okay with it.â He gave a nod, making a move to take off his boxers. You watched in admiration, excited to finally see him the same as he was seeing you. He kicked the fabric with the rest of the growing pile of clothes. He stepped back towards the bed, noticing your eyes never leaving him. âYouâre⌠very pretty.â You whispered, unable to find any better words to describe him.
âI think youâre very pretty, too.â He smiled, nestling back between your legs as he grabbed a pillow from beside you. âLift your hips up, princess.â You did as he said and he slipped the cushion underneath you. âShould make it a bit more comfortable.â
He guided your legs up slightly, not enough to bend you in an awkward position, but enough to make it easier for both of you. âWill it hurt?â You finally blurted out, the question begging to be spoken all night.
âMay be a bit uncomfortable at first, but Iâm gonna try my best to make sure it doesnât.â He said, catching your gaze. âWe can take it as slow as you want. If you want me to stop, just tell me.â
âOkay.â You replied, voice quiet. You were nervous, but very aware that you were in good hands. It was his only intention to make sure you enjoyed yourself. You watched as he spit on his hand, rubbing himself for a moment.
âYou okay?â He asked, wanting to be sure.
âYeah.â
âDonât be scared to talk to me, baby.â He reminded. You nodded, eyes only focused on his hand that was he was stroking himself with. He moved a bit closer, letting the tip of his dick rest against your entrance. He let you get used to the feeling before going any further. âYou tell me when youâre ready.â
âI am.â You werenât lying; the anxiety and nervousness was fully expected, but you were more than ready to have sex with him. You were sure of that before youâd even spoken with him, and it was only solidified further when you saw how accommodating he was being with you. He waited for any hesitation, but when none was given, he slowly pushed his hips forward.
You closed your eyes, trying your best to stay relaxed. He only pushed in a few inches, wanting you to adjust before continuing. âThat okay?â He asked. You nodded, reaching out for his hand. He took his own from your leg and accepted the offer, intertwining his fingers with yours. He thrusted forward a bit more, studying your expression for a hint of discomfort. When he bottomed out, you let out a small sigh of relief.
âNot as bad as I thought it would be.â You noted. He laughed quietly, happy you thought so.
âYouâre doing so good.â He whispered. âYou feel so good.â His words sent a jolt of arousal through you, enjoying the praise more than you imagined you would. He slowly built up a pace, moving his hips with caution. Once youâd fully realized the sensation was less than uncomfortable, you relaxed against him. After a few more moments, you began to enjoy the feeling.
âYou can go faster,â you sighed, a ghost of a moan in your words. He was hesitant to do so, but he gradually sped his thrusts, admiring your expression. When he clued in to the fact you were enjoying yourself, he couldnât help but let a groan escape his lips. Your eyes snapped to his face, thinking that was the most beautiful sound youâd ever heard. His pleasure ridden expression was enough to induce an orgasm on its own, you deducted.
He reached his hand between your legs, letting his thumb find your clit again. He continued his pace, now applying light pressure onto the sensitive bundle of nerves as he circled his thumb. The combined sensations caused a moan from you. Your fingers tightened against his hand, a silent expression of pleasure. âFuck, Sam.â You sighed, letting your head fall back onto the pillows.
âLook so pretty like this, baby.â He mumbled, trying to keep the speed of his hips and his hand the same. The pet names were unexpected, but you loved hearing them come from his mouth, especially when they sounded like that. âWish I could have you like this forever.â He sighed, losing himself to the feeling a bit. It didnât take long for another knot to form in your belly. With the consistency of his movements, it was much easier to get there than it was the first time. Sam noticed the slight change in your demeanour, the increase in the noises you were making. He focused on your face, wanting to watch you this time, feeling a bit cheated out of the moment the first time. âYou think you can cum again, princess?â He asked, eyes burning into you.
âY-yeah,â you stuttered, looking up at him. âFeels so good, Sammy.â
âCome on, baby.â He sounded as if he were begging you. âDoing so good for me.â With his encouragement, you felt your orgasm creep up again. You tried your best to keep your eyes on him, wanting to appreciate him as much as possible. He sped his thumb slightly, causing your breath to catch in your throat. His gaze never wavered, an unspoken plea for you to let go. It only took a moment before you came the second time. Your head fell back again, eyes screwed shut and mouth permanently agape. His jaw was clenched, holding himself back from his own release at the sound of you crying his name. âThatâs it,â he moaned, wishing he could engrave the picture in his mind forever. As much as he wanted to cum, too, he was hoping to get one more out of you before the night came to an end.
The pressure from his thumb lightened, but his thrusts sped. You didnât have time to recover, unlike the first time. The sensitivity was overtaken by the pleasure of him inside you, making it the only thing you could focus on. You looked back at him, realizing your mistake as soon as you did. He was still staring at you, eyes now a bit feral. The muscles in his jaw were taut, and he was quite unfamiliar to you, now. Although different, not in a bad way. It was intense, but far from menacing. You were captivated in the details of his stare, finding yourself unable to look away. He was breathtaking, and you couldnât believe you were lucky enough to have him in such a way. You couldnât believe that you had the power to drive him to such a feeling.
âYou can give me one more, baby, I know you can.â His motivation was clouded with a bit of dominance, giving you the impression that he wouldnât be pleased with himself if he couldnât give you another orgasm.
âI donât know, Sammy.â You groaned, unsure of yourself but still fully immersed in the feeling of him inside you.
âYou can, princess. You can do it.â His chest was heaving with every breath, partially due to his movement, but more to do with desire. There was a glisten of sweat on his forehead, illuminated by the dim light flooding through the window. You didnât think youâd be able to cum for the first time, let alone a second, or a third. The only anxiety you had left in your body was one fearing youâd leave him disappointed. Rationally, you knew heâd be content with whatever happened, but the louder part of your brain craved to give him exactly what he wanted. It wasnât out of fear, but solely because you wanted to. From the minute heâd given you that first stupid smile all those months ago, you knew you wanted to be exactly where you were at that moment, and youâd be damned if you didnât give it your all.
His patience and gentleness with you the whole night was endearing, but for you, the novelty of it being your first time had worn off, and the months of sexual tension was reaching its peak. You were both completely starved for each other in the best way possible, neither of you wanting to disappoint. Sam kept his pace steady, his thumb pressing into your clit again. To both of you, the idea of another orgasm not being reached was out of the question. âI can, but you have to cum with me.â You begged.
âThatâs what I like to hear,â he grunted, letting out a long exhale. He knew that wouldnât be an issue, heâd been holding himself back from the minute youâd started fucking. He rationed with himself as another string of moans left your lips, forcing himself to believe that waiting would be far more satisfactory than finishing before you. âCum for me, angel.â The new term of endearment was unlike the others; this one hit you violently, such a graceful term for such a filthy display. You let out a cry of pleasure, your third climax hitting you without warning. It washed over you with necessity, as if you needed it to survive. He finally let go of your hand, fingers finding your hips to hold you on him as he came, too.
The room echoed with sounds of pleasure and obscene words, the essence of the moment settling into the walls and solidifying its place. The memory would never leave, and you wouldnât want it any other way. He let out a sigh, finally losing his composure and resting gently atop of you. He placed tender kisses along your collarbones, small gestures of affection and appreciation to let you know he still meant everything he said to you. After you both came back to reality, he slowly withdrew from you. He tried to keep the mess minimal as he did so, wanting to keep the cleanup simple so he had more time to hold you before the night was through. âYou should go pee, donât want you to get a UTI.â He mumbled. You managed a nod, sleep calling to you like never before. Your mind and body were beyond exhausted, unable to keep up with the whirlwind of events.
He helped you up and to the bathroom, leaving you to your business. You cleaned yourself up and removed what was left of your makeup before returning to him. He gave you a dopey smile and a kiss on the head before going to do the same. You took a seat on the bed, mind still buzzing with excitement at the thought of what happened. When he came back out, he pulled his boxers back on and picked up his t-shirt from the ground. He handed it to you, almost nervous of rejection. You took the piece of clothing and slipped it over your head, more than happy to be wearing his clothes. âDid⌠did you maybe want to stay with me tonight?â You asked, nervous heâd say no. He took a seat beside you, pulling you into his arms and laying you both down on the mattress.
âWas hoping youâd ask.â He mumbled, pulling your back to his chest. He nuzzled his head into your neck, not caring about the tickle of your hair on his face.
âThank you,â you finally said after a few long moments of silence.
âWhat are you thanking me for?â
âI donât know,â you laughed. âThat was⌠fantastic. You were fantastic.â
âIâm just happy you had a good time. Thatâs all I wanted.â He hummed, hand snaking under your shirt to rest on your stomach.
âI really did. I.. uh, wanted to do that for a while.â You said, rolling your eyes at your own awkwardness.
âOh, yeah, me too.â He said, as if it were obvious. âAll year I felt like I was in middle school again, crushing on the prettiest girl who didnât know I existed.â
âI knew you existed.â You whispered, calmed at the knowledge youâd both been feeling the same way. âI thought the same about you.â
âSeems like we were both a bit dumb, then, Picasso.â You could hear his smile in his words.
âGuess so, piano man.â You both fell into a silence again, but like all the other ones, it was nothing short of comfortable. You felt yourself melt into his touch, sleep begging you to close your eyes.
âYouâre okay, though? Youâre not sore, or anything? Youâd tell me if you were, right?â
âYeah, I am, Sammy. Promise.â You reassured him. Heâd done an excellent job at taking care of you and ensuring you were comfortable. It was the best possible scenario you could have imagined for your first time.
âThatâs good, I just want to make sure.â He whispered. You settled into the mattress, prepared to go to bed. âSo, if weâre talking experience wise, like a three star review?â He broke the quiet once more, causing both of you to fall into a fit of laughter.
âMmm, I was thinking more of a five star, actually.â You pretended to ponder.
âDonât stroke my ego, Picasso.â He dismissed the compliment.
âMaybe weâll have to try it again sometime, then I can give a proper review.â You moved your hand under your shirt, too, resting it on top of his. He laced your fingers together, more than accepting of the contact.
âI think that would be quite alright.â He placed a kiss to your neck, just below your ear. It sent a shiver down your spine. âSo it was good enough to make you want to do it again,â he noted. âIâll have to put that one on my resume.â You laughed, shaking your head at his antics.
âGoodnight, piano man.â You said, finality in your voice. He propped himself up, trying his best to lean over you for another kiss. You turned your head back to meet his lips, much more confident in the action, now.
âGoodnight, Picasso.â He settled back in behind you, closing his eyes, too. âI canât wait to take you to breakfast in the morning.â No more words were exchanged, but you both fell into a slumber with a permanent smile stuck on your lips.
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Iâm so happy you want me to tell you how to touch yourself. I want you to start by putting in something that makes you feel sexy. It could be lingerie or it could be a suit; as long as you feel like while youâre wearing it everyone youâve ever wanted wants you too. Now I want you to think about one of those people. Softly and slowly brush a finger over your lips as you think about kissing them. Run fingernails down your neck and imagine them nipping at you, marking you for everyone to see. Grope yourself over your clothes. Theyâre desperate for you, desperate to feel you and to make you feel good. Are you starting to get worked up? Tease your thighs; groping and scratching from your knees right up to the edge of your pretty pussy, but donât touch yet. Imagine that person you wish were with you; imagine them sinking their teeth into the soft flesh of your inner thigh, not in a way that would really hurt you, just enough to leave a mark. Keep teasing yourself until youâre desperate, groping your thighs and tits. Then, strip naked. Admire yourself. Iâm sure youâre beautiful. Can you feel the wetness between your thighs? Touch your pussy. No fingers inside, donât run your clit, just touch yourself gently. Arenât you so so warm? Now, if youâre comfortable give your pussy a few light slaps. Just enough to feel the sting fade to a pleasant tingle. Is your hand wet now? Go back to teasing yourself. I know you must be needy by now but youâll have to wait a little longer. Donât touch your poor cunt until youâre dripping, writhing, squeezing your thighs together for any little bit of friction. Then try giving yourself a few more slaps or go ahead and spread your self open. Rub your clit the way you wish that person youâve been imagining would. Gather some of your wetness and spread it over your hard nipples. You must look so fucked out and desperate right now, that person youâve been imagining would be lucky to see you. Keep rubbing yourself, dip a finger or two inside if you like. Make yourself feel so good. Bring yourself to the edge. When youâre getting close I want you to pinch your nipples; maybe slap your tits a bit. Enjoy the mix of pleasure and pain. Donât stop until youâve cum. Cum for that person you wish was unraveling you. Imagine the ways theyâd ruin you. When youâre finished, before you clean up the mess youâve made, put your outfit back on and look at yourself. Know that youâre as sexy as that outfit makes you feel.
- đż
(P.S. donât forget to rest, pee, and drink some water after getting off, I hope you enjoy yourself!)
iâve been busy lately but i finally took some time to do this and đŽâđ¨đŽâđ¨đŽâđ¨ it was much appreciated!! i very much did enjoy myself :3 thank you đż anon <3
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Ruben Dias x Reader - Remember You and Me Part 7/8
Ruben done f*cked up, is all I can say. đŽâđ¨đŽâđ¨
Summary - After a traffic accident reader is left with no memory of her life with Ruben, who desperately tries to get her to remember him.
Enjoy!
"Maybe it's better if she comes and stays with us?"
The headaches and memory shocks, not even the doctors had predicted how it would affect you. Your parents came to visit you while you were in the hospital. They were convinced that you should go back to live with them in the Netherlands.
"What do you say Ruben?" They asked.
He looked pale, grey bags visible underneath his eyes. You had been hospitalized for the past week. Ruben had been staying with you every night, leaving for training in the early morning and returning to you late in the evening.
"It's her choice." He mumbled.
Your parents turned to look at you, cradled in your hospital bed. "What do you say honey? Kom met ons mee? (Come with us?).
You were staring blankly into space, like you had been for the past week. It wasn't the memories that haunted you. It was the sense of loss. You had lost somthing that you never even remember having. But one thing was clear to you, somthing wasn't adding up. Someone wasn't telling you the truth, weather it was Ruben, your parents or Rachel. For all you knew all of them were keeping things from you, things like what actually happned to you on the day of your accident.
"I want to go home." You said, your dry lips parting slowly, the words barely making it out of your mouth.
"Home?" Your father questioned. "With us?"
You looked to Ruben. He looked on the verge of somthing, tears, collapsing, verbal confliction? It was hard to tell. Your gaze shifted back to your partners. "Yes." You nodded. "With you. I want to go home with you. "
Ruben bowed his head in defeated, in a way, accepting your choice.
"Okay honey, we'll get the doctors to sign you out."
Your parents left the room, leaving you and Ruben to an endless silence. He approached your bed, at first a bit hesitant to touch you. He then grabbed your hand and pulled up a chair to sit next to you. Your fingers rolled in the palm of his hand. He examined them, taking turns to press each one of them to his warm lips. You watched him. That was all. You just watched him with the sense of loss still devouring you from the inside out.
"Tell me...." Ruben said, gently putting your hand down. He raised his head to hold your gaze. He was unrecognizable, fatigue covering his face like a mask.
"Tell you what?"
"Tell me what you remembered." He asked.
You watched him, his eyes read your soul like an open book.
"You remembered her, didn't you?" Ruben restrained his lips from quivering. "You remembered our baby girl."
You closed your eyes, tears escaping you lids. "I remember her, but I don't remember her. How is that Ruben?"
He shook his head. "I....I didn't know how to tell you. I didn't know how to..."
"So you chose to lie to me?"
"Forgive me, Y/N. But I almost lost the both of you that day. I just couldn't..."
"Tell me." You pleaded. "Tell me what happened."
He shook his head, low sniffles leaving his mouth. "I can't, I can't go back to that night."
"You must."
Ruben looked down, watching your hand in his, however he was inconsolable, refusing to talk, refusing to tell you the truth.
"Then it's decided."
You let him go, creating distance between you.
"Y/N, please."
"I've tried so hard to remember Ruben. So fucking hard. And all this time you have been the one wanting me to forget."
"Y/N, I never..."
"Don't touch me!"
You drew your hand back.
"Y/N?
It was too late. You withdrew to lay in a cradled position, your eyes staring blankly into space. You felt nothing. All that was left was the loss and the pain.
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So, Hongjoong has done his Balmain shoot and I can only imagine for a partner, he would keep it under wraps that he'd be shirtless, keeping it from you, and getting his hair cut in a way you suggested that you like, not allowing you to watch any of the content and not letting you see his hair, which you'll obviously see at the mawazine concert. But when you go backstage, you're actually escorted back to the hotel by the staff, unable to actually see the boys and congratulate them then.
Obviously, you're confused, and escorted to a staff members room no less. The only thing you've got to entertain you is your phone until one of the staff members comes to get you after an hour or so, and you're taken back to Hongjoong's floor. But you notice that aside from one or two members, who are giggling on their way down stairs after looking at you, no one is on the floor. It's empty of people, and the staff member who led you up here quietly retreats into the elevator once you've made it to the door. You find yourself in almost complete silence, with butterflies in your stomach.
Sliding the card key in the door, you step into the room, shutting the door behind you. Soft music is playing in the background, ambient lighting, a table lined with delicious looking food and wine. You should've known he was up to something. Before you can call out for him, you see him. Standing in the outfit gifted from Balmain, but with the undercut as well, and all you can do is stare at him because he looks like he walked out of a dream or magazine. And he just laughs, (yk which laugh), at the expression on your face before making his way over to make tonight a night you won't ever forget.
(I'm sorry it took so long, I've had to do a lot of chores today and I forgot some stuff about this thought, but here's a good amount to start with I think).
itâs an absolute tragedy tumblr hid the notification for this âšď¸ i didnât even see it until i checked my inbox just a minute agođ
but anyway. let me get to this đŽâđ¨
whereâŚwhere to start?? this seems like a dream. and iâm assuming the balmain fit youâre talking about is the one he wore for the cosmopolitan shoot, right? the one where he was very much shirtless underneath đ ugh god,, imagining him standing in that outfit with an undercut and with that laugh coming from his lips?? đľâđŤđŚ he most certainly is a sight out of a dream, a wet dream to be more specific. the way iâd run to him immediatelyâŚthat food and wine would be of no concern when thereâs a full course meal in the form of kim hongjoong standing right before me. iâd devour him whole; him in balmain, shirtless, and with an undercut?? iâd be insatiable.
he would make a whole special ordeal out of it. the secrecy, the planning, the food, the wine, the music, all of it. heâd definitely make it an unforgettable night; certainly every night with him would be unforgettable. đŠ
thank you baby for sending this. đĽšđŤśđť you donât have to apologize for anything. i thoroughly enjoyed this; now iâll be thinking about this all day đŽâđ¨
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can u do another bruce x male reader angst
Definitely đ Iâve got a lot of angst in me.
Since you didnât specify, I took it and ran with it. Anywayss Enjoy đđŽâđ¨
Soo, this is longer than I planned đ§đťđĽš And thereâs gonna be a part 2, probably đŤŁđŽâđ¨
Warnings of sorts: major injury, character death, diverging from canon.
Small summary: After an attack by the Joker, the bat family is thrown into an unlikable situation, unfortunate even. M/n is stuck in the hospital, barely living. And who knows what happened to the rest? Alfred wonât really talk about it.
âThis is your legacy. Watch careful, love, as it all falls and burns. To the ground with your house of stone.â
They were tied together by the moon, under the stars of a clear sky, on the rooftop of the manor. A lapse in time, a glimpse of the universe. They were happy in that moment. Only them and the quiet world.
M/n recalls it being a clear sky. Yes, it had to be in order to light up Bruceâs face just so. Or maybe it was the manâs eyes, those who lit up the whole sky. Often times, M/n thinks about this and that, and everything is muddy, but the brightest memories still shine through.
Thatâs what makes him sure theyâre real. They are too strong to be stomped down by the heaviness, too alive to dissipate.
There are days in which he feels he forgets everything, but then Alfred visits, and the memories are alive again. Painfully so.
âMaster M/n,â Alfred would say, âHow is your morning?â And M/n would understand it was indeed morning.
âHello, Alfred.â Momentum, he remembers both of their names. âI see you better today.â He tries for a smile, uncertain of the success.
âThat is great news, sir.â M/n canât make out the details of Alfredâs face, but he hears the extension of a smile in his voice.
Later, they are drinking tea, the tension in M/nâs shoulders not soothed by the liquid, âAlfred, when can I come home?â Silence follows.
M/n sees the movement of Alfred placing down his cup, âSoon, sir. Probably next week, if things go well.â
âYes, but youâve been saying this for a while now.â He recalls in the haziness. âI reckon, if I stay here more, Iâll go crazy, Alfred. I wanna come home. I wanna see Bruce and the kids.â His voice is overwhelmed with tremors. He canât feel his face half the time, but now he feels the stinging in his eyes.
M/n is almost startled by Alfredâs hand over his own. âMaster M/n⌠Iâll see what I can do. Iâve been trying, remember?â
Right. He⌠remembers. âThank you, Alfred.â
Later that week M/n is allowed to go home. Happiness fills him. Like fireworks on the night sky, his chest is filled with emotion.
Home.
Yes, he is finally going home.
Alfred comes to pick him up around 1 p.m. He is moved in a wheeling chair through the hospital. He canât see all the faces around him, but the doctor and the few nurses he does see and recognize, he says goodbye to. He is happy, so he leaves them all with a smile.
In the car, Alfred tells him all about the changes around the house and the land around it. Like how the rose garden is gone âthere is a momentary pang in M/nâs chest, but he doesnât let himself be deterred by itâ, or how the paintings from the hallways had been moved to a guest room now turned storage room, or how Jason moved all of his stuff back into the mansion, but he didnât actually come around to inhabit his old room, or how Damian is now taking care of most of the affairs of the mansion and company.
âSince youâve been gone, young master Damian has been given a lot of new responsibilities.â Alfred adds, not as an after thought, but carefully building up to it. âHe should be home, at the moment, but there is always the possibility of him being away. He is leaving two weeks from now, for a conference in Vienna.â
âThatâs wonderful. Such a nice place. I⌠Bruce took me there. Yes. A few years ago. Very nice.â M/n is sure his smile persists. How could it not? He is finally going home. To his Bruce. To his sons. To his life, after the endless time in that horrid hospital room with white walls and shadows and the buzzing of the fluorescent light above, barely perceptible.
The car parked, Alfred helps M/n up the ramp and into the foyer.
The door opens before Alfred goes for the handle. Beyond the opening door, the tired face of one Damian Wayne comes as the most welcoming sight. As soon as the boyâs âhe is still the small boy M/n used to read to sleep, or sing toâ eyes landed on his parent, he visibly relaxes. His stance falls into something more fitted for his age. M/n canât see a smile on his face, but that isnât saying much. He canât really see much anyway, in the light. Nonetheless, even through the sting caused by daylight, M/n canât help the unabashed happiness slipping onto his every feature. He extends his arms, wide and welcoming. And Damian falls to his knees, into his parents arms.
âHi, dad.â The boy whispers softly.
âHello, baby.â M/n feels tears soak his shirt. âOh, baby. What happened, love?â The man gives Damianâs head comforting caresses.
âI just missed you.â Damian gets out through a shudder. Oh, why is his baby crying? No, he shouldnât be crying. M/n is here now, itâs okay.
âI missed you too, honey.â Damian lowers himself until his head rests in his fatherâs lap. M/nâs hand still moves through Damianâs raven locks.
Damian squeezes M/nâs waist, âIâm sorry, dad. Iâm sorry.â His son is trembling. He must be so tired. Did he sleep well? His poor baby. M/n shouldâve been here for him.
âWhy are you sorry? You have nothing to be sorry for, love.â M/n feels his own eyes sting harder, but not from light.
âIâm sorry I didnât come see you. Iâm so sorry.â Damianâs voice is muffled by him being pressed against M/n.
âHey. Hey. Honey, itâs okay. Alfred told me youâve been working so hard. My baby isnât a baby anymore. Youâre taking care of the family. Iâm so proud of you, Dami.â M/n feels a tear falling. Alfred places his warm hand on M/nâs shoulder, but he can only look at Damianâs blurry form falling apart at his feet.
âNo, dad. I⌠I didnât come because⌠I was afraid. Of what Iâd see. So I used everything as an excuse to stay away. Iâm sorry, dad.â
M/nâs lower lip is filled with tremors, tears glistening in his eyes, âItâs okay, itâs okay, Dami. Iâm home now.â
M/n holds his son for a while, caressing him, trying to reassure him with all the love he has.
âWhere are the others?â M/n asks as Damian raises to shaky feet.
Damian visibly freezes, but forcibly relaxes himself, âWell⌠Iâm not really sure what Todd is up to, but he literally moved his stuff here, then proceeded to up and go.â The boy pauses as he moves behind M/n, wheeling him to the stairs, where there is already a built in type of elevator just for him, one you see in movies. Damian attaches the back of his wheelchair to the machine. âAnd father⌠Father doesnât leave his room during the day, only at night, but as Batman.â
âWhat?â M/n stares at his son incredulously, as he is raised by the machine, Damian following closely by, walking up the stairs.
âI know Batman is doing a great job, as always. But I donât know how father is doing. He wouldnât talk to us.â Damian looks into his parentâs eyes pleadingly. The boy can guess that his dad doesnât see this detail. But, still, he canât help but want to beg for M/n to make things better, like he always did.
âIâm sorry, baby, that you had to go through this. Iâll talk to Bruce myself. Only with a bit of help.â M/n chuckles as the machine gets to the top of the stairs.
Damianâs lungs and heart finally seem to realize that M/n is home, that he isnât alone, that maybe they can do this. Call it false hope, but itâs everything the boy can cling to.
Once at the door leading into the master bedroom, M/n looks at Damian with the intent to reassure. As if telling him âitâs okay, you can rest, Iâll take care of things nowâ. And so, he is left alone by his son, followed closely by Alfred, who also seems different all of a sudden, lighter even. He is gonna make them a nice dinner, for four, and not for one.
M/n would be lying if he says he doesnât hesitate. Because he does hesitate. And he hates himself for that. His Bruce needs him. This is no place or time for backing away.
âBruce?â The silence is deafening. âAre you there, honey?â He wheels himself âhis arms are weak, so he finds it a tiny bit more difficult than he originally thought it would beâ closer to the door. Where he places his open palm on the hard oaken door. There is no answer from the other side, but M/n isnât known for giving up easily. Itâs how him and Bruce got together, then married. He knows when to push and he knows when Bruce is keeping himself from his own happiness.
âBruce, Iâm home now. You can open the door.â M/n says a bit louder. And this time he is startled by the sound of hurried steps and crashing from beyond the door.
The door opens before he can say anything.
And his Bruce is there. He looks tired, and his features are clearer because in the manor there is darkness. And M/n sees how much Damian is becoming more and more like his father, for Bruce falls to his knees in front of him, hands grabbing at his face and hair, cupping his cheeks in hurried strokes. M/n believes the tears that fall from Bruceâs eyes and onto his blotchy cheeks. He doesnât know how many times heâs seen Bruce cry before. It hasnât been much, but there were plenty times to know that M/nâs husband doesnât trust people with his tears and his pain. And most of the time, he doesnât even trust himself with it. It pains M/n to see the man he loves in pain, so he ends up placing his hands over his darlingâs hands, keeping them on his cheeks.
â⌠M/nâ His husbandâs voice is coarse, unused.
âBruce.â M/n says his name, to ground Bruce with his own voice. âWhat happened to you, my Bruce?â
Bruce doesnât say anything at first, but after long seconds, there are those same two words that came out of his sonâs mouth, âIâm sorry.â
âItâs okay, love.â He has never seen Bruce like this. This broken. Falling apart. What happened? Where are Dick and Tim? Nobody said anything about them yet. What were his memories trying to keep away from him? M/n really needs to know. âI canât remember what happened that well. Please, tell me what happened, my Bruce.â M/n squeezes Bruceâs hands into his own and brings them to his lap.
M/n is afraid of the unknown. What is he missing? Why is everyone so down? Why was he in the hospital for weeks on end?
âWhat did you do, love? Why are you upset?â Bruce raises to his feet, slowly and weak, and M/n has never seen him like this. Bruce goes behind him and wheels him into their bedroom.
Bruce lifts him up with care. Closer to his face, M/n can see his expression better and it hurts him to see his husband in this pain. Bruce places him on the bed, with soft movements and soft touches.
âTalk to me, Bruce.â M/n cups Bruceâs cheeks in his palms when the man sits next to him on the bed.
âNo, no, I canât, M/n, I canât, no.â Bruce shakes his head. M/n canât help but feel out of balance, out of place, out of touch. He has never seen his husband this startled. Theyâve had moments in which theyâve shared their fears and problems and what not. But M/n has never seen his Bruce this shaken up.
âCome on. Talk to me, Bruce.â He presses on.
âI.. Oh godâŚâ Bruce whispers through a clenched jaw.
âLove, pleaseâŚâ There is desperation in M/nâs voice.
âGod⌠God, how, how can I tell you? How can I possibly tell you?â Bruce puts a distance between them as he rises from the bed. Covering his face, he blocks away M/nâs view of his expression.
âBruce? Bruce⌠Bruce!â M/n raises his voice, feeling his tongue become numb and surplus in his mouth.
âAh, I, IâŚâ Bruce takes a deep breath looking at the ceiling, âDiâŚâ His voice fades. âDick and Tim,â M/n fees the air become stale around him, and the constant pressure in his chest that never seems to go away increases. Breathing suddenly becomes harder and there is the faint feeling of suffocation. âThey are gone. Because of me. I âŚkilled them.â
And that suffocating feeling is back tenfold.
The world is swimming around them and he can feel it all flowing beyond the ground, and he is falling too, into his own hell. He doesnât know where he is anymore, but his body is too small for him and his heart is so big and so loud it breaks at his thoracic cavity. His lungs arenât big enough, however, cowering before his beating, pumping heart, smaller and smaller by the second. There isnât enough air. There will never be enough air. This is how he is dying. He wants to die. He wants to die now, to disappear.
He hears screaming. After long seconds it becomes obvious it is him who is screaming, clawing at his throat, eyes hurting with tears that burn him to the core. He scratches his throat like he wants to get out of his own skin. And if he were any more conscious, he would now exactly how to kill himself in that moment. The words keep repeating in his head, however, in an endless loop that wants to keep him there, caged in his disbelief.
He mustâve passed out.
Because, when he wakes up, he is in the rose garden, somehow.
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just wanted to let you know how much I enjoyed reading I Knew You thank you so much for writing it 𼺠but I have to say as an Eddie girlie... I'm so curious what happened during that one time him and Baby made out like đŽâđ¨
if you do write a blurb about it you best believe I'll eat it up so quick (if not that's fine too btw! my imagination will run wild I suppose HAHA)
I'm so glad you enjoyed it! I actually really wanted to write out this scene, so thanks for giving me a reason to! Hope you like it!
Baby Kiss It Better
Warnings: 18+, slight smut, language
Word count: 1.2k
You flung your backpack from your shoulders, leaving it to land on the mess that was Eddie Munsonâs bedroom floor. With a sigh, you fell face-first onto his bed, shoving your head into his pillow. Eddie shut the door to his room softly, his worried, wide eyes gazing over your limp figure sprawled out on his bed. Wayne had already left for the day and Eddie couldnât be more glad, knowing you needed privacy to unwind.Â
âYou alright kiddo?â he slowly approached the bed. Rather than use your words, you responded with a muffled groan, your position unchanged. Eddie sat on the edge of his bed, his hand coming down to pet your head as if you were a cat. Your head shot up then, shooting him a glare. Eddie held his hands up in defense, ceasing the motion. You rolled over onto your back, hugging Eddieâs pillow to your chest.Â
âI canât wait until we graduate, then I never have to see Steveâs stupid face again,â you pouted and Eddie leaned over you, his hair dangling in your face.
âAre you forgetting that you live next door to the guy?â he asked, eliciting another groan from you as you lifted your hands to push him away. Eddie just smirked, his smile looking like nothing but trouble. âYou know what could make you feel better?â you propped yourself up on your elbows at Eddieâs question, ignoring how they uncomfortably sank into the bed as you did.
âWhat?â you asked, voice monotone as you still clung to your bad mood. Seemingly out of nowhere, Eddie produced a joint, holding it between his fingers as an offering to you. âI knew we were friends for a reason,â you smirked, snatching the joint from his hand and getting up to find a lighter in the mess of Eddieâs room.Â
One joint later, the two of you were zoned out on the couch in Eddieâs living room, munching on stale popcorn and a way-too-old granola bar. Eddie had been staring at the same spot on the wall for the past five minutes while you tried to see how much popcorn you could put in his hair before he noticed. The TV played in the background, the low hum of static filling the silent room. You let out a sigh, coming to terms with the fact that Eddie wasnât going to notice the popcornâs new place of residency in his hair.Â
âFuck, Iâd blow someone for a pizza right now,â you exclaimed, having no filter in your inebriated state. Eddie finally pulled his gaze from the wall, fully intending to look at you but getting distracted by the snacks in his hair. He picked up one piece at a time, munching away on each kernel.
âPizza sounds otherworldly,â Eddie spoke after clearing the snack food from his hair. He got up and grabbed the phone from the kitchen, calling in an order for two large pizzas. He sat back next to you on the couch, spreading his legs wide, hardly noticing the way they brushed against yours.
âDo I have to blow you now?â you asked bluntly, still devoid of embarrassment given how strong your high was. Eddieâs head whipped towards you, eyebrows raised and wide-eyed.
âWhat? No. Why would youâŚâ Eddie didnât even finish his question before you cut him off, your words clashing with his.
âBecause I said Iâd blow⌠fuck, never mind,â you faced back towards the TV, crossing your arms over your chest with a huff. Why were you even mad? Itâs not like you wanted to go down on him anyway, right? The question blurred in the fog of your mind, wires crossing and changing what would typically be a ânoâ into a âyesâ. Youâd always felt at ease with Eddie and the two of you had a good rapport. So fuck it, it's fine.
You turned to Eddie once again, finding his eyes already glued to you. With a nod of permission, you threw one leg over him, sitting comfortably in his lap. He let out a small gasp at the contact, the round of your ass pressed flush against his thighs. Thatâs when you leaned in, your lips meeting his in a crash of hazy lust.
Eddie couldnât help the moan that escaped him, the feel of you pressed against him driving him crazy. Heâd only kissed two girls before you and was still very much a virgin with a capital V. So the feel of you on him, mixed with his steady high, brought a buzz to his skin that he just couldnât shake. He couldnât help the jerk of his hips as he rutted into you while you slipped your tongue against his.Â
âFuck,â you drawled out at the feeling, leaning back a bit to revel in the way his hard cock brushed your clothed core through your jeans. You had far more experience than Eddie, but your high set your skin alive too, making you more sensitive than normal. After a moment of Eddieâs eyes searching yours, he did it again, rutting against the rough material of your jeans. A whimper slipped from you then and brought your lips back to Eddieâs. You let your hands tangle through his hair, pulling his head back to place wet kisses on his thick neck.
âChrist,â Eddie cursed as you rolled your hips against his, setting a steady pace. Your lips trailed up from his neck, along his jawline, and back to his lips. âFeels so good, Baby,â Eddie mumbled against your lips as his hands trailed down to your waist, resting there as you ground into him. You couldnât help the moan that escaped you at the combination of his words and the way his cock felt against your clit.Â
Eddieâs breath picked up, getting way too close to blowing his load for comfort. But he didnât want to stop, the weed keeping his head foggy enough to not think about the consequences. You panted into his mouth and your tits jiggled through your t-shirt, bouncing with each roll of your hips. Eddie had to close his eyes to stay in control, but it didnât matter for very long.Â
A knock sounded from the front door, suddenly snapping you both back to reality and dissipating your highs. You scrambled off of Eddie, a groan rising in his throat as you did. With a check of your hair and adjustment of your now wrinkled clothes, you opened the door to find the pizza delivery guy. Eddieâs eyes widened at the sight of the man in the doorway. Heâd honestly forgotten that he ordered pizza.Â
Eddie tossed you his wallet from his place on the couch, unwilling to get up and give the pizza guy a good look at his hardened length through his jeans. You paid for the pizzas and closed the door, setting them on the counter. Eddieâs gaze was drawn to the floor while your expression was hidden with a wince. Â
âSo,â you spoke faintly, teetering back and forth on your heels. Eddie peered up at you through his bangs, embarrassed as he waited for you to continue. âWe never speak of this again?â you suggested and Eddie nodded instantly. The two of you sighed a breath of relief, knowing that this drug-induced makeout wouldnât affect your friendship. You grabbed two plates from the cabinet, bringing the pizza boxes over to the coffee table. You sat next to Eddie, a soft smile on your lips as you both grabbed a slice.
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Imagine Husband!Alcazar
Rated 18+ â mature short content ahead
Husband!Alcazar xF!skinnyreader IMAGINE
CW: mature content, fluffy scenes, swearing(?), use of Google translate.
a/n: english is not my native language so pls be kind if I have misspelled anything, and this is actually my first time writing some imagines just hope I won't mess it up. Enjoy reading(or not):)
⧠Husband!Alcazar that loves you so much, he decided to spoil you every single day. He buys you expensive gifts, gifts that are not yet released, gifts that are rare to find or even hard to buy. You always told him, "Baby, don't spend that much money on me." Well, after you said that, let's just say you forgot you even mentioned it. Who could blame you? He was pounding into your cunt like a wolf in heat. Feeling up your walls so good, making you forget everything you say or even mentioned, just how he likes it.
⧠Husband!Alcazar Who just absolutely loves groping your boobs. You have body insecurities, but he is right there, usually touching all over you reminding you that your always gorgeous, making sure nothing is left untouched. "Fuck, ĐиНаŃ, you look gorgeous today," he says, having eyes on you with hunger and literally being able to become a predator anytime just by looking at you wearing that dress(a/n: that he bought just for you, did I say it's limited edition?). "You always say that, babe, but how do I really look?" you ask, somewhat sounding nervous. His big hand strokes your flat chest, groping it affectionately. "I told you-you're gorgeous, ĐŃйиПаŃ. Forget the party. I want you right here, right now." He's a sweetheart, although you can hardly walk for two days afterwards, but who cares?.
⧠Husband!Alcazar Who will take risks being able to fuck you anywhere-on the stairs, kitchen, living room, porch, backyard, his office, etc. This man has a high sex drive and can go multiple rounds without even finishing after the first two. That just shows how much he loves you, pleasuring you first until his satisfiedâ¤ď¸
⧠Husband!Alcazar Who's very clingy with you. The second you go to the bathroom after finishing up, he immediately carries you to the bed to cuddle. This man is not shy about showing PDA with you; heâs always touching your hand, shoulder, lower back, hips, and hugging you from behind. In short, he is very clingy with you.
⧠Husband!Alcazar Who buys you lingerie on your birthday, valentines, Halloween, Thanksgiving, and Christmas. But oh, how he absolutely loves the lingerie that he bought for you on Halloween and Christmas. Pounding into your cunt like a mad man, your moans and skin slapping filling up the room, "that's right ĐиНаŃ, cum for me." He said in a lowly tone, his fingers playing with your clit, you were shaking letting out a big moan as you came down from your orgasm, his cock and fingers now coated from your cum "fuck, ŃŃ Đ˛ŃгНŃдиŃŃ ŃĐ°Đş воНикОНопнО, кОнŃĐ°Ń Đ˝Đ° ĐźĐľĐ˝Ń Đ˛ĐžŃ ŃĐ°Đş" before following suit after you, filling you up with his hot seed. Sigh, thoughts.đŽâđ¨
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