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kisses4kaia ยท 1 year ago
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can you do a 4/20 billy loomis fic? i havent seen much of him lately ๐Ÿ˜ญ -๐Ÿงธ
it is no longer 4/20 but i can absolutely do this . thank you so much for 500 followers !!! 17+ mentions of marijuana usage, driving whilst high (don't), piv sex, high sex, and all-around summery, dazed and confused, high school-y type vibes (tnc is so 4/20 i love it)
tomorrow never came๐Ÿƒ- b, loomis ,,
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today was arguably one of the most important days of the year in woodsboro, california for teenagers. it was the 20th of april, and i think you already know what that meant.
every rich kid in town was hosting a party. you didn't know which ones you were going to attend, but you did know one thing.
you were going to light the fuck up.
you and your boyfriend, billy, at least. and right now, he sat next to you, arm swung around your shoulder, legs dangling off the edge of his pickup truck.
the joint in between billy's lips burned amply as he sucked in the intoxication. "gimme that," you smiled, stealing the roach from his mouth.
he dragged his head with your hand, trying to get the most out of the hit before it was torn from him. you brought the blunt up to your lips and locked eyes with your boyfriend.
his eyes watched you as you inhaled and leaned closer to him as you blew the smoke into his mouth. he took the fog into his lungs happily. "god, you are so hot," he smiled.
you giggled. "obviously," you smirk, nodding to the growing tent in his pants. "ok, fuck you," he joked. "you will, soon." you teased.
it was then the marijuana started hitting you, so you turned to your boyfriend. "hey, baby. i think we should go now. you wanna skip or you wanna stay?" you asked him.
"i really hope you're joking, gorgeous," he said seriously, hopping off the truck and walking over to the driver's side.
you sighed with a smile doting on your mouth. "of course,"
you'd spent the afternoon in billy's backyard, swimming in his pool, making out, etc. you know, the usual.
you were now lying on his bed in a chiffon bathing suit cover-up thrown over your black bikini, the scent of chlorine still lingering in your hair.
"c'mon, we should go to a party, it's like," you paused to look at the analog clock that rested on his bedside table. "6:30. the sun is literally setting, bills." you finished.
his head rested in your lap, allowing you to play with his hair. "can't we just stay here forever?" he asked, irrationally. you smiled down at him.
"i wish, love. let's go, pretty boy," you tapped on his chest twice to get him up. he groaned, obviously. you slid on your denim shorts and white nikes.
he got dressed and carried you out of the house, bridal style. "billy! put me down!" you giggled into the crook of his neck. "mm, no," he said, opening the door to the driver seat of his truck and sitting down, you still in his lap.
you crawled out of his lap and into the passenger seat. "alright, let's go," you cut out his playfulness.
he looked over at you like he wanted to argue but just laughed.
his laugh was absolutely contagious. it made you smile and it made time stop. it that moment, it was just you and him, nobody or anything else. it was times like these that made living worth it.
as the drive began, you rolled your window down and allowed your hair to flow freely in the wind. the pressure of the breeze against your face was warm and inviting.
billy's strong hand found your thigh, drawing circles, no- hearts-, on the exposed skin with his thumb.
it wasn't long afterward the truck pulled into an abandoned parking lot, surrounded by trees and grassy patches. the party being held, kegs in every direction, and joints being passed every which way, was rather dense in population.
"stu and tatum are somewhere around here, i think," billy informed yanking the keys out of the ignition. "cool, let's get loaded. all i'm here for, actually," you joked, hopping out of the vehicle.
as you ran your eyes over the area, you spot the closest keg to you.
you saunter over, billy's hand in yours. among the stack of upside-down, cloudy, plastic cups, you took it apart and grabbed two from the middle. it was a habit you picked up from billy himself.
billy grabbed the cups from your hand and very graciously filled both of your glasses. "m'lady," he stepped back on one leg and lowered his head in a gentlemanly bow, handing you the beer.
"why thank you, kind sir," you jested, snatching the cup from his grasp. "'course.โ€
and with that, you and billy- hand in hand, arms swinging- lingered around the area, conversing with classmates. of course, you eventually found stu and tatum.
"hey guys!" you called out to the couple, stu's arm lazily slung around tatum's shoulder as their legs dangled off the edge of an old truck, just as you and your own boyfriend were sat in the school parking lot a few hours earlier.
it didn't belong to anyone in specific, the truck. it was a shade of dark green, with patches of rust plaguing its exterior. it was more of a decoration. you were almost certain it didn't even run anymore.
"y/n! billy! my 2 favorite people," started stu before tate shot him a warning glance. "other than you, babe. obviously," he quickly sputtered out. she laughed, satisfied.
you took a sip of your drink before you hopped up on the truck next to the blonde girl, billy following suit.
"sid couldn't make it?" you asked, noticing your brunette friend was nowhere to be found. "yeah, she had homework. said her dad was on her ass all week 'bout it," stu replied, taking the first hit from a fresh joint he just rolled.
"hm," you hummed. the silence was comfortable.
the song of the cicadas, singing a duet with the crickets in the otherwise quiet night. the chatter of others was soft, the occasional laugh lingering in the air.
you had been so in your thoughts, you hardly even noticed when tatum passed the joint over to you. "oh, thanks," you slid it in between your fingers.
as you inhaled the magical herb, you felt billy's hand slide low on your back, dangerously low. you chuckled to yourself before slipping the joint over to your boyfriend's free hand.
"careful," your warning voice was a whisper, eyes watching as he grinned around the roll between his lips.
billy reached around behind both you and tatum and handed the roach to the macher boy.
his fingers brushed over your skin, going lower and lower until you had to speak up. "hey, guys. it's getting pretty late," you announced to your friends, hopping off the automobile and dragging billy along with you.
"oh... alright. we'll see you around, guys," offered tatum with a smile. "see you guys later," stu raised his hand in a cross-faded dismissal.
you chuckled quietly to yourself and sort of aggressively tug billyโ€™s arm. no one was sober enough to notice or care.
you dragged him all the way to his own pickup, disregarding the suggestive stares being thrown at you left and right.
after a short while, you finally found the vehicle. upon entering the backseat and being hit with the strong scent of marijuana and beer, billy crawled in after you.
"so why'd you drag me-" you cut billy off with a steaming kiss. he was taken aback at first but quickly melted into the sensation of your lips on his.
shortly after, clothes were off and flying. well, kind of. your cover-up and bikini top was off, but your denim shorts were still around one ankle with the tie-on bikini bottom being only half untied. unlike all the complications with your own outfit, billy was naked.
you guys laughed so hard as billy tried to sober up for this moment, on top of you, messily rolling a condom onto his length, just until he could at least insert his cock into your warmth.
a moan quickly intercepted your laughter as he bottomed out into you. even under the influence of marijuana and alcohol, he still fucked you like no one else.
his lips attacked your neck as you threw your head back with whimpers, applauding billy of his work. his rhythm was sloppy, but the way the tip brushed against that one spot inside of you, made up for it entirely.
with every hard thrust, his pelvis collided with your clit, increasing the pleasure you were already feeling almost too much of.
as billyโ€™s thrusts quickly got shorter and faster, he smashed his lips against yours.
the haze of the double intoxication, along with the stimulation in your middle, made it hard to keep up with his lips moving against yours.
but it didnโ€™t really matter, because not 5 seconds after, your release crashed into you like a semi-truck. you couldnโ€™t stop smiling through your moans of billyโ€™s name.
although you couldnโ€™t feel it, you knew heโ€™d finished aswell from the satisfied sigh he let out.
and when he pulled out, you two just stayed like that, wrapped up in each others arms, fighting the incessant urge to sleep.
โ€œholy shit, your eyes are so red,โ€ billy started laughing. in hindsight, it really wasnโ€™t that funny. however, the way billy laughed like you just told the greatest joke of all time, made you start quietly giggling before completely giving in and cackling right along with him.
many couples would think the best part of their relationship would be the dates, maybe the sex, or maybe even the arguments, but for you? for you, it was moments like these, laughing your asses off with each other, completely ignoring the fact that youโ€™re definitely going to regret getting this crossfaded in the morning.
for you it was moments like these when you loved each other like tomorrow never came.
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floredaqueen ยท 7 months ago
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๐–๐ก๐ž๐ง ๐ฐ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ ๐ˆ๐ฌ๐š ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ๐ž๐ฅ๐Ÿ ๐ข๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฆ๐ข๐ญ๐ฌ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐š ๐ก๐ž๐š๐ญ๐ž๐ ๐ฆ๐š๐ค๐ž๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ฌ๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ข๐จ๐ง, ๐ฌ๐ก๐ž ๐ค๐ง๐ž๐ฐ ๐ฌ๐ก๐ž ๐ฐ๐š๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐œ๐ซ๐ž๐ฐ๐ž๐. ๐๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž๐ ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐ค๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐š๐ฌ ๐š ๐ฐ๐ž๐š๐ฉ๐จ๐ง ๐š๐ ๐š๐ข๐ง๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ. ๐Ž๐ง๐ž ๐ฅ๐จ๐ง๐ , ๐ฌ๐ž๐š๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ค๐ข๐ฌ๐ฌ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฉ๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐š๐ฌ ๐ž๐ง๐จ๐ฎ๐ ๐ก ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐ฉ๐จ๐จ๐ซ ๐ˆ๐ฌ๐š๐›๐ž๐ฅ๐š ๐ญ๐จ ๐ ๐จ ๐š๐›๐ฌ๐จ๐ฅ๐ฎ๐ญ๐ž๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐๐ฎ๐ฆ๐›. ๐€๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ง, ๐ฌ๐ก๐ž ๐ฐ๐š๐ฌ ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ญ๐š๐ค๐ข๐ง๐ . ๐“๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ ๐ก๐š๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ž๐ง ๐š ๐ฅ๐จ๐ญ, ๐‡๐š๐ซ๐ ๐ซ๐จ๐ฏ๐ž ๐ญ๐š๐ค๐ข๐ง๐  ๐š๐๐ฏ๐š๐ง๐ญ๐š๐ ๐ž ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ ๐ก๐ž'๐ ๐ซ๐ž๐œ๐ข๐ž๐ฏ๐ž ๐Ÿ๐ซ๐จ๐ฆ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐ฐ๐ก๐ž๐ง ๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฉ๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐จ๐Ÿ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐œ๐š๐ซ๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ž๐ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐ฌ๐ก๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐๐ž๐ซ, ๐ง๐ž๐œ๐ค, ๐š๐ง๐ ๐œ๐ก๐ž๐ž๐ค.
๐“๐จ๐๐š๐ฒ ๐ฐ๐š๐ฌ ๐จ๐ง๐ž ๐จ๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ฌ๐ž ๐๐š๐ฒ๐ฌ, ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฌ๐ฐ๐ž๐ž๐ญ ๐ฅ๐š๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐š ๐Ÿ๐ข๐ง๐๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ก๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ๐ž๐ฅ๐Ÿ ๐ฆ๐ž๐ฅ๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฎ๐ง๐๐ž๐ซ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐ฌ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐›๐จ๐ฒ๐Ÿ๐ซ๐ข๐ž๐ง๐'๐ฌ ๐ญ๐จ๐ฎ๐œ๐ก ๐š๐ ๐š๐ข๐ง๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐๐ž๐ฌ๐ค. ๐€๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ฌ๐ก๐ž ๐ซ๐ž๐ฆ๐ž๐ฆ๐›๐ž๐ซ๐ž๐ ๐ฐ๐š๐ฌ ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฏ๐จ๐ข๐œ๐ž ๐ก๐š๐ง๐ ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ข๐ง ๐ข๐ญ'๐ฌ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฐ๐ž๐ซ ๐ซ๐ž๐ ๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ, ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ง, ๐ก๐ž ๐ฐ๐š๐ฌ ๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐จ๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐ฌ๐ก๐š๐ฆ๐ž๐ฅ๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ฅ๐ฒ. ๐‡๐ž๐ซ ๐ฌ๐ก๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ž๐ง๐ฌ๐ž๐ ๐ฐ๐ก๐ž๐ง ๐ฌ๐ก๐ž ๐Ÿ๐ž๐ฅ๐ญ ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ก ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฉ๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐ž๐ญ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ž ๐š๐ ๐š๐ข๐ง๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ฆ, ๐๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ'๐ฌ ๐ก๐š๐ง๐๐ฌ ๐Ÿ๐ข๐ง๐๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐ฐ๐š๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ ๐จ๐ง๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฌ๐ช๐ฎ๐ž๐ž๐ณ๐ž ๐š๐ญ ๐ข๐ญ ๐ข๐ง ๐›๐ฅ๐š๐ญ๐š๐ง๐ญ ๐๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ๐ซ๐š๐œ๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง. ๐๐ž๐ฑ๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฌ๐ก๐ž ๐ค๐ง๐ž๐ฐ ๐ก๐ž ๐ฐ๐š๐ฌ ๐›๐ซ๐š๐ง๐๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฉ๐ฌ ๐ข๐ง ๐š ๐ฆ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฆ๐ž๐ฅ๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ค๐ข๐ฌ๐ฌ, ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐จ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ก๐š๐ง๐๐ฌ ๐ ๐ซ๐ข๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฌ๐ก๐จ๐ซ๐ญ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐ฅ๐ž๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ฌ. ๐“๐ก๐ž๐ง ๐ก๐ž'๐ ๐š๐ฌ๐ค ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐ฐ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ก๐ž ๐ซ๐ž๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ฐ๐š๐ง๐ญ๐ž๐.
๐ˆ๐ฌ๐š ๐Ÿ๐ž๐ฅ๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐œ๐จ๐ง๐ฌ๐ญ๐š๐ง๐ญ, ๐ง๐ž๐ž๐๐ฒ ๐ฉ๐จ๐ค๐ž ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ'๐ฌ ๐ž๐ซ๐ž๐œ๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง ๐š๐ ๐š๐ข๐ง๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐š๐ฌ๐ฌ. ๐‡๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฉ๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ซ๐š๐ฏ๐ž๐ฅ๐ž๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐ง๐ž๐œ๐ค, ๐›๐ข๐  ๐œ๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž๐ ๐ก๐š๐ง๐๐ฌ ๐ฒ๐š๐ง๐ค๐ข๐ง๐  ๐๐จ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐ฉ๐š๐ฃ๐š๐ฆ๐š ๐ฌ๐ก๐จ๐ซ๐ญ๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ก๐ข๐ฅ๐ž ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐ž๐š๐๐ข๐ง๐  ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ก๐ž'๐ฌ ๐›๐ž๐ž๐ง ๐ฒ๐ž๐š๐ซ๐ง๐ข๐ง๐  ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐š ๐ฐ๐ก๐ข๐ฅ๐ž.
"...๐ง๐ž๐ž๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐Ÿ๐ž๐ž๐ฅ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ.." ๐‡๐ž ๐ ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐›๐ฅ๐ž๐ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฐ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐š๐ ๐š๐ข๐ง๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐ก๐ž๐š๐ญ๐ž๐ ๐ญ๐š๐ง ๐ฌ๐ค๐ข๐ง, ๐จ๐ง๐ž ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ก๐š๐ง๐๐ฌ ๐›๐ž๐ ๐ข๐ง๐ง๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ญ๐จ ๐ซ๐ฎ๐› ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ฎ๐ง๐ญ๐ข๐ฅ ๐ฌ๐ก๐ž ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐ž๐š๐๐ž๐ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ญ๐จ๐ฎ๐œ๐ก.
๐๐ฒ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ง ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ค๐ข๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ž๐ฌ ๐ ๐จ๐ญ ๐ก๐ข๐ฆ ๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฐ๐š๐ฒ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐›๐ž๐๐ซ๐จ๐จ๐ฆ, ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ญ๐ฐ๐จ ๐ก๐จ๐ซ๐ง๐ฒ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐  ๐š๐๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ญ๐ฌ ๐Ÿ๐ข๐ง๐๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ฆ๐ฌ๐ž๐ฅ๐ฏ๐ž๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ซ๐ข๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ข๐ง ๐ž๐š๐œ๐ก ๐จ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐ž๐š๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ž. ๐ˆ๐ฌ๐š๐›๐ž๐ฅ๐š'๐ฌ ๐ค๐ง๐ž๐ž๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ž๐ซ๐ž ๐ฐ๐ž๐š๐ค๐ž๐ง๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐ž๐š๐œ๐ก ๐›๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐œ๐ž ๐ฌ๐ก๐ž ๐š๐ ๐š๐ข๐ง๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ ๐ซ๐จ๐ข๐ง. ๐‡๐ž ๐ฌ๐ง๐š๐ซ๐ฅ๐ž๐ ๐ฎ๐ฉ ๐š๐ญ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ, ๐ž๐ฒ๐ž๐ฌ ๐œ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฌ๐ž๐ ๐ข๐ง ๐›๐ฅ๐ข๐ฌ๐ฌ ๐š๐ฌ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐ญ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐ฌ๐ก๐ž๐š๐ญ๐ก ๐œ๐ฅ๐ฎ๐ญ๐œ๐ก๐ž๐ ๐š๐ญ ๐ก๐ข๐ฆ ๐ข๐ง ๐š ๐ฉ๐จ๐ซ๐ง๐จ๐ ๐ซ๐š๐ฉ๐ก๐ข๐œ ๐ซ๐ก๐ฒ๐ญ๐ก๐ฆ.
"๐‚๐จ๐ฃ๐ž๐ฆ๐ž.."
๐‡๐ข๐ฌ ๐ก๐š๐ง๐๐ฌ ๐ซ๐จ๐š๐ฆ๐ž๐ ๐ ๐ซ๐ž๐ž๐๐ข๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐จ๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐ฉ๐ž๐ซ๐ค๐ฒ ๐œ๐ก๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ, ๐ฉ๐ข๐ง๐œ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐ง๐ข๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐ž๐ฌ ๐ข๐ง๐ญ๐จ ๐ญ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐›๐ž๐š๐๐ฌ ๐š๐ฌ ๐ž๐ง๐œ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐š๐ ๐ž๐ฆ๐ž๐ง๐ญ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฆ๐จ๐ฏ๐ž ๐Ÿ๐š๐ฌ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ. ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐ฅ๐ž๐ฐ๐ ๐ฌ๐ช๐ฎ๐ž๐ฅ๐œ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐๐ฌ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ข๐ซ ๐œ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐Ÿ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ž๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐š๐ข๐ซ, ๐ฆ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐ก๐š๐ฅ๐ญ๐ž๐ ๐ฐ๐ก๐ข๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ.
๐ˆ๐ง ๐ง๐š๐ญ๐ฎ๐ซ๐š๐ฅ ๐Ÿ๐š๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐จ๐ง, ๐๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐œ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐๐ง'๐ญ ๐ ๐ž๐ญ ๐ž๐ง๐จ๐ฎ๐ ๐ก, ๐ฌ๐ง๐š๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ก๐ข๐ฉ๐ฌ ๐ฎ๐ฉ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ ๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐๐ข๐ซ๐ž๐œ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ข๐ง๐ญ๐จ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐ฌ๐ฐ๐ž๐ž๐ญ ๐ฌ๐ฉ๐จ๐ญ. ๐‡๐ž ๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ข๐ซ๐ค๐ž๐ ๐ข๐ง ๐ฆ๐š๐ฌ๐œ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐ž ๐ญ๐ซ๐ข๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ก ๐š๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฌ๐ก๐ซ๐ข๐ž๐ค ๐ข๐ญ ๐๐ซ๐ž๐ฐ ๐Ÿ๐ซ๐จ๐ฆ ๐๐ž๐ž๐ฉ ๐ข๐ง ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐ญ๐ก๐ซ๐จ๐š๐ญ.
"๐“๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฐ๐š๐ง๐ญ๐ž๐, ๐›๐š๐›๐ฒ..?" ๐‡๐ž ๐ช๐ฎ๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง๐ž๐ ๐ซ๐ก๐ž๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ข๐œ๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ญ๐ก๐ซ๐จ๐ฎ๐ ๐ก ๐ก๐ž๐š๐ฏ๐ฒ ๐›๐ซ๐ž๐š๐ญ๐ก๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐ก๐š๐ณ๐ฒ, ๐ฐ๐š๐ญ๐œ๐ก๐Ÿ๐ฎ๐ฅ ๐ž๐ฒ๐ž๐ฌ. ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐‹๐š๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐š ๐Ÿ๐ž๐ฅ๐ญ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ๐ž๐ฅ๐Ÿ ๐ญ๐ซ๐ž๐ฆ๐›๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ญ๐จ ๐š ๐Ÿ๐ข๐ง๐ข๐ฌ๐ก, ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐จ๐ฐ๐ง ๐œ๐ก๐จ๐œ๐จ๐ฅ๐š๐ญ๐ž ๐›๐ซ๐จ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ก๐ฎ๐ž๐ฌ ๐›๐ฎ๐ซ๐๐ž๐ง๐ž๐ ๐›๐ฒ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐›๐ฅ๐จ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฉ๐ฎ๐ฉ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฌ ๐ข๐ง ๐ซ๐ž๐ฌ๐ฉ๐จ๐ง๐ฌ๐ž ๐ญ๐จ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ซ๐จ๐ฎ๐ ๐ก ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฏ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ฌ๐จ ๐ ๐ซ๐š๐œ๐ข๐จ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ ๐š๐ฏ๐ž ๐ก๐ž๐ซ.
"๐๐จ, ๐ง๐จ, ๐ง๐จ, ๐ง๐จ, ๐ง๐จ, ๐๐จ๐ง'๐ญ ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ง ๐Ÿ๐ซ๐จ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ญโ€“" ๐’๐ก๐š๐ซ๐ฉ, ๐›๐ฅ๐ฎ๐ž ๐จ๐ซ๐›๐ฌ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ž๐ซ๐œ๐ข๐ฅ๐ž๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ซ๐จ๐ฎ๐ ๐ก ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐ฐ๐ž๐š๐ค ๐ ๐š๐ณ๐ž, ๐ˆ๐ฌ๐š๐›๐ž๐ฅ๐š'๐ฌ ๐›๐š๐œ๐ค ๐š๐ซ๐œ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐  ๐š๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐ก๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐ซ๐ž๐ฐ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐ก๐ž๐š๐ ๐›๐š๐œ๐ค ๐ข๐ง ๐š๐ญ๐ญ๐ž๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ญ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ค๐ž๐ž๐ฉ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ๐ž๐ฅ๐Ÿ ๐›๐š๐ฅ๐š๐ง๐œ๐ž๐.
"๐-๐ง๐จ ๐ฉ๐ฎ๐ž๐๐จ!" ๐’๐ก๐ž ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐ž๐š๐๐ž๐ ๐ฐ๐ž๐š๐ค๐ฅ๐ฒ, ๐ซ๐ž๐ฃ๐ž๐œ๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ ๐ž ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฅ๐จ๐œ๐ค ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐ค๐ง๐ž๐ž๐ฌ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ฌ๐ก๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐ฅ๐ž๐ ๐ฌ. ๐€ ๐ฌ๐ก๐š๐ซ๐ฉ ๐ฆ๐จ๐ฏ๐ž๐ฆ๐ž๐ง๐ญ ๐ฅ๐š๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ˆ๐ฌ๐š๐›๐ž๐ฅ๐š ๐œ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ ๐Ÿ๐ž๐ž๐ฅ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐ฃ๐š๐ฐ ๐›๐ž๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ญ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ ๐ซ๐ข๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ž๐ ๐›๐ฒ ๐จ๐ง๐ž ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ'๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ญ๐š๐ ๐ ๐ž๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ก๐š๐ง๐๐ฌ.
"๐˜๐ž๐ฌ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐œ๐š๐ง, ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐œ๐š๐ง ๐ญ๐š๐ค๐ž ๐ข๐ญ, ๐›๐š๐›๐ฒ.."
๐€ ๐Ÿ๐ž๐ฐ ๐ฆ๐จ๐ซ๐ž ๐ฉ๐ฎ๐ง๐ข๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ญ๐ก๐ซ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฌ ๐ก๐š๐ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ฌ ๐œ๐ฅ๐š๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐๐จ๐ฐ๐ง on ๐ข๐ง๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐œ๐ญ, ๐Ÿ๐ซ๐ž๐ฌ๐ก ๐ ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ก ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐œ๐ฅ๐ž๐š๐ซ ๐Ÿ๐ฅ๐ฎ๐ข๐๐ฌ ๐๐ซ๐ž๐ง๐œ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ฆ ๐›๐จ๐ญ๐ก ๐ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ซ๐ข๐จ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ฅ๐ฒ. ๐‡๐ž๐ซ ๐›๐จ๐ฒ๐Ÿ๐ซ๐ข๐ž๐ง๐ ๐๐š๐ซ๐ค๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ก๐จ๐ฐ๐ฅ๐ž๐ ๐ข๐ง ๐ฉ๐ซ๐ข๐๐ž, ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ก๐š๐ซ๐ฌ๐ก ๐ญ๐ก๐ซ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฌ ๐œ๐จ๐ง๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐ฎ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ง ๐š๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐ก๐ž ๐œ๐š๐ฆ๐ž ๐ฌ๐จ ๐ฌ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐จ๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ฆ ๐›๐จ๐ญ๐ก. ๐€๐Ÿ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ข๐ญ ๐ฐ๐š๐ฌ ๐š ๐ญ๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐ˆ๐ฌ๐š๐›๐ž๐ฅ๐š, ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐จ๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ฌ๐ž๐ง๐ฌ๐ข๐ญ๐ข๐ฏ๐ž ๐ฅ๐š๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐š ๐ฉ๐ซ๐š๐œ๐ญ๐ข๐œ๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ฌ๐จ๐›๐›๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐ž๐š๐œ๐ก ๐ฆ๐ž๐ซ๐œ๐ข๐ฅ๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐Ÿ๐ซ๐จ๐ฆ ๐๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ'๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐ค๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ก๐ข๐ฉ๐ฌ. ๐’๐ก๐ž ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐ž๐š๐๐ž๐ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฅ๐ž๐ง๐ข๐ž๐ง๐œ๐ฒ ๐จ๐ง๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ซ๐ž๐œ๐ž๐ข๐ฏ๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ฌ๐ž ๐š๐๐๐ข๐œ๐ข๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ค๐ข๐ฌ๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ ๐จ๐ญ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐ข๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐ข๐ญ๐ฎ๐š๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง ๐ข๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐Ÿ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๐ซ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐š๐œ๐ž.
๐‡๐ข๐ฌ ๐ซ๐จ๐ฎ๐ ๐ก ๐ฒ๐ž๐š๐ซ๐ง๐ข๐ง๐  ๐จ๐ง๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ก๐š๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ญ๐ž๐ ๐ฐ๐ก๐ž๐ง ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ก๐š๐ง๐๐ฌ ๐œ๐ฅ๐ฎ๐ง๐  ๐จ๐ง๐ญ๐จ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ก๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐ก๐ข๐ฉ๐ฌ, ๐๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ'๐ฌ ๐จ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ก๐ข๐ฉ๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐จ๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฆ๐ข๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ซ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ. ๐€ ๐๐ž๐ž๐ฉ ๐ ๐ซ๐จ๐š๐ง ๐ž๐ฌ๐œ๐š๐ฉ๐ž๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฉ๐ซ๐ž๐ญ๐ญ๐ฒ ๐ฆ๐š๐ง'๐ฌ ๐ฅ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐œ๐ข๐จ๐ฎ๐ฌ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฉ๐ฌ. ๐‡๐ข๐ฌ ๐ž๐ฒ๐ž๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐ช๐ฎ๐ข๐ง๐ญ๐ž๐ ๐ฌ๐ก๐ฎ๐ญ, ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐›๐ซ๐จ๐ฐ๐ฌ ๐Ÿ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ซ๐จ๐ฐ๐ž๐, ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฅ๐ž๐ ๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐ฅ๐ข๐ ๐ ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ฌ๐ก๐จ๐จ๐ค ๐š๐ฌ ๐ก๐ž ๐ฆ๐ž๐ญ ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐จ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฉ๐ž๐š๐ค. ๐“๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐Ÿ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐Ÿ๐ž๐ž๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐œ๐š๐ฆ๐ž ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐š๐ฌ ๐ก๐ž ๐๐ข๐, ๐ˆ๐ฌ๐š ๐ฐ๐ก๐ข๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ž๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐š๐š ๐ก๐ž ๐Ÿ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ž๐ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐š๐ฅ๐ฆ๐จ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐›๐ซ๐ข๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ก๐จ๐ญ ๐ฌ๐ž๐ž๐. ๐‡๐ž๐ซ ๐ž๐ฒ๐ž๐ฌ ๐Ÿ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ž๐ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐ญ๐ž๐š๐ซ๐ฌ ๐š๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฌ๐š๐ญ๐ข๐ฌ๐Ÿ๐š๐œ๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ ๐ž๐ญ๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ก๐ข๐ฆ ๐ญ๐จ ๐›๐ฅ๐ข๐ฌ๐ฌ, ๐š๐ง๐ ๐Ÿ๐ข๐ง๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐›๐ž๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ ๐ซ๐š๐ง๐ญ๐ž๐ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ญ๐ฒ.
๐๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ'๐ฌ ๐ž๐ฒ๐ž๐ฌ ๐ก๐š๐ ๐ฌ๐จ๐Ÿ๐ญ๐ž๐ง๐ž๐ ๐š๐Ÿ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ญ๐ž๐ง๐ฌ๐ข๐จ๐ง ๐๐ข๐ž๐ ๐๐จ๐ฐ๐ง, ๐ˆ๐ฌ๐š๐›๐ž๐ฅ๐š ๐ฌ๐ข๐ง๐ค ๐ข๐ง๐ญ๐จ ๐ก๐ข๐ฆ ๐œ๐จ๐ฆ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ๐ญ๐š๐›๐ฅ๐ฒ. ๐๐ฒ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ฒ ๐ฐ๐ž๐ซ๐ž ๐›๐จ๐ญ๐ก ๐ก๐จ๐ฅ๐๐ข๐ง๐  ๐จ๐ง๐ž ๐š๐ง๐จ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ, ๐œ๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž๐ ๐ก๐š๐ง๐๐ฌ ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ง๐ง๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ญ๐ก๐ซ๐จ๐ฎ๐ ๐ก ๐ฌ๐ข๐ฅ๐ค๐ฒ, ๐๐š๐ซ๐ค, ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ฌ๐ฐ๐ž๐š๐ญ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ซ๐ž๐š๐ค๐ž๐ ๐ก๐š๐ข๐ซ, ๐š๐ง๐ ๐š ๐Ÿ๐š๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ๐ข๐š๐ซ ๐Ÿ๐ฅ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ก๐ž๐ ๐Ÿ๐š๐œ๐ž ๐›๐ฎ๐ซ๐ซ๐ข๐ž๐ ๐ข๐ง ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐›๐ซ๐จ๐š๐ ๐œ๐ก๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ.
๐–๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ'๐ฌ ๐ž๐ฒ๐ž๐ฌ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐œ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž๐ ๐จ๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐›๐ž๐š๐ฎ๐ญ๐ข๐Ÿ๐ฎ๐ฅ ๐ฌ๐œ๐ก๐จ๐ฅ๐š๐ซ ๐จ๐ง ๐ก๐ข๐ฆ, ๐ข๐ญ ๐ฐ๐š๐ฌ ๐ฆ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž๐ง๐ญ๐ฌ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ก๐ž๐ซ๐ž ๐ก๐ž ๐œ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐๐ง'๐ญ ๐ฐ๐š๐ข๐ญ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ค๐ข๐ฌ๐ฌ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐š๐ ๐š๐ข๐งโค๏ธŽ
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muldermuse ยท 4 months ago
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Plsss elaborate on Butcher calling his girl his little pup ๐Ÿ‘€๐Ÿ‘€๐Ÿ‘€
โ€œyโ€™r so fucked out arenโ€™t you darlinโ€™โ€ฆbet youโ€™d let daddy call you fuckinโ€™ anythinโ€™ wouldnโ€™t ya?โ€
his grip is iron strong in your hair, his words slightly slurred with over exertion โ€œfuckโ€ฆsay it back to me sweetheartโ€
โ€œIโ€™d uhโ€ฆ.oh fuck daddy that feels so fuckinโ€™ goodโ€ฆIโ€™d let you call me anything daddyโ€
his thrusts into you are so hard, the loud repetitive slap fills the room and if you werenโ€™t on the cusp of passing out, youโ€™d feel nervous about someone over hearing the sound of you getting fucking ruined by butcher
โ€œyโ€™r my little pup arenโ€™t ya babyโ€ฆfuckinโ€™ diabolicalโ€ฆsay it back darlinโ€™, say youโ€™re my little pup and daddyโ€™ll give ya all his cumโ€
โ€œโ€˜m your pup daddy, mโ€™all yoursโ€ฆplease gimme your cum daddyโ€ฆwanna have it so badโ€
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lowaltitude ยท 1 year ago
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Imperfect Stormย | Billy Hargrove
- Stranger Things
- x Reader
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โชย FEM!ย โซ โชย adult aroace virgin attempts to write smut โซ โชย Altitudeย โซ
โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€ โ description + disclaimer โž โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€
๐–ฅป Billy Hargrove x AFAB+FEM!reader, in which thereโ€™s nowhere to escape.ย ORย in which unexpected downpour and the start of a hurricane locks down Hawkins High trapping studious and rebellious together for hours.
๐–ฅป established relationships. bffs with steve bc im lazy. i could not for the life of me think up a reason from them to be fighting, sorry. a lot of plot and scattered corn with a p. light choking.ย  15,729 words
โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€ โ introductionโž โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€
In the small town of Hawkins, Indiana, amidst the echoes of adventure and whatever we were told to believe was really going on in the mysteries of the lab, I navigated the familiar corridors of Hawkins High School with an air of quiet determination. Clad in the same hoodie I think i'd worn to school every other day this week I blended seamlessly into the background. The simple jumper embraces me, shielding me from both the chills of the hallways and enigmatic pull of the township.
Behind my glasses, my eyes observe the world around me with a mixture of curiosity and caution, silently analyzing the dynamics that play out around me. The crowds in the halls split into their cliques and leave me feeling left behind as the gather into their little groups and start chatting.
Billy, the embodiment of rebellion and unpredictable predictability, strides through the halls with a seemingly magnetic presence. His confidence and smoldering gaze are s stark contrast to the usually reserved demeanor of people in Hawkins. In his presence, I am simultaneously drawn to his charismatic energy and apprehensive of the unknown depths beneath his charismatic facade.
As I delve into my locker, mentally seeking solace, I find myself lost in thought. Attempting to unravel the mysteries of my own life. It is within these moments of quiet introspection that my thoughts of Billy begin to infiltrate my mind, disrupting the careful equilibrium i've cultivated.
Though our paths rarely intersect, our lives have briefly intertwined during multiple chance encounters, and although they usually resulted in tense exchanges and snarky comments, something stirred within me- A curiosity that transcended the boundaries of my studious world. As I peered past his tough exterior, I could catch a glimpse of vulnerability in his eyes, a flicker of a troubled soul that yearned for understanding.
In Hawkins, where extraordinary occurrences seemed to intertwine with the mundane, I had managed to find myself cautiously navigating the uncharted territories of the heart.
As Billy swaggered into the bustling halls of Hawkins High, his eyes scanned the crowd for a potential target to amuse himself with.
As I stood by my locker, lost in my own thoughts, a sudden jolt shook me from my daydream. I stumbled forward, my belongings slipping from my grasp and clattering to the ground. It took me a moment to realize what had happenedโ€”Billy, the epitome of arrogance, had deliberately knocked into me.
Anger flared within me, and embarrassment tinged my cheeks. It seemed that Billy took delight in humiliating others for his own amusement. The laughter that escaped his lips only fueled my frustration, intensifying the need to show him that he couldnโ€™t simply walk all over people.
I swiftly knelt down to gather my scattered books and papers, my mind seething with defiance. I refused to let his actions break my spirit. As I rose back to my feet, I met his gaze head-on, a fire burning in my eyes.
โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€ โ fightโž โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€
"Billy, I can't help it notice your constant need for attention. It's like you thrive on pushing people's buttons and causing unnecessary drama."
His eyes narrowed, and a cocky smirk tugged at the corners of his lips. "Oh, sweetheart, just trying to keep things interesting. Can't have this boring town lull me to sleep now, can we?"
took a deep breathe, attempting to suppress the surge of anger that threatened to consume me. "You know, not everyone finds your reckless behaviour captivating. It's exhausting, Billy. It's one thing to be confident, but it's another to treat people like disposable playthings."
He leaned in, his voice dripping with dosain. "Well, maybe you're just too uptight, never willing to take a risk. You think you're better than everyone else don't you?"
My temper flared, and I met his gaze with unwavering intensity. "No, Billy, I don't think I'm better than anyone. But unlike you, I don't go around hurting others just to fill a void inside me. Maybe if you too a moment to look beyond your own ego, you'd see the damage you're causing."
Billy's expression hardened, his words laced with bitter edge. "You don't know a damn thing about me. You don't know what it's like to fight for every scrap of happiness in a messed-up world."
I shook my head, my voice filled with frustration. "And what about everyone else? Do their feelings not matter? Your actions have consequences, Billy. You can't keep treating people like collateral damage in your personal war."
He scoffed, his voice now full of derision. "Spare me the lecture, sweetheart. Not all of us can hide behind our books and pretend like we have it all figured out."
My patience waned, replaced by a resolute fire. "I don't pretend to have it all figured out, but at least I strive to be better. I won't stand idly by while you leave a trail of broken hearts, i highly suspect a lot of STDs and shattered friendships in your wake."
The tension between us was palpable, the air heavy with unspoken resentment. We stood at an impasse, our words and emotions colliding in a tempest of heated argument. It was a clash between two forces unwilling to yield, each defending their own perspective with unwavering determination. As the echoes of our confrontation reverberated through the halls of Hawkins High, the rest of the student body seemingly silent, a lingering animosity hanging in the air.
The hallway fell into a hushed silence as the door swung open, revealing Mr. Thompson, a stern and no-nonsense teacher known for his unwavering discipline. His eyes scanned the crowd, settling on Billy Hargrove and me, both still tinged with the remnants of our heated argument.
With a voice that brooked no dissent, Mr. Thompson spoke, his tone laced with disappointment. "Mr. Hargrove, Miss Y/N, I trust you are both aware of the disruption you caused with your altercation. Such behavior is not befitting of the students I know you are capable of being."
Billy leaned back against the metal locker, an air of defiance lingering around him. "Look, teach, she started it. She always acts like she's better than everyone else."
Mr. Thompson's gaze hardened, his stern expression unyielding. "I will not entertain excuses or attempts to shift blame, Mr. Hargrove. Both of you played a role in this unfortunate incident, and as such, you will face the consequences."
His words hung heavy in the air, the weight of our actions pressing down upon us. I swallowed hard, understanding the gravity of the situation. "I apologize, Mr. Thompson. My behavior was out of line, and I take full responsibility for my part in the argument."
The teacher nodded, his tone firm yet fair. "Acknowledging your mistake is the first step, Miss Y/N. However, understanding the impact of your actions is equally important. Disruption within the school community undermines the learning environment for your fellow students."
Billy shot a defiant glare in Mr. Thompson's direction, but the teacher remained unfazed. "As for you, Mr. Hargrove, this is not the first time you have found yourself in a situation like this. It's time to recognize the consequences of your actions and learn from them."
The weight of Mr. Thompson's words settled upon us, the realization of our transgressions sinking in. We were about to face the repercussions of our heated argumentโ€” A lesson that would extend beyond the confines of the classroom unfortunately.
With a measured tone, Mr. Thompson concluded, "Both of you will serve detention after school today. It is an opportunity for reflection and understanding, a chance to contemplate the impact of your choices. I expect better from you both moving forward." As the halls emptied and the weight of our detention loomed.
โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€ โ detentionโž โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€
The detention room was heavy with unspoken tension, a sterile and somber space, its walls adorned with faded motivational posters. Billy Hargrove and I sat in stony silence, our gazes locked in a battle of wills. As we awaited the passage of time, a silence settled over us, broken only by the occasional creak of chairs, the heavy rain hitting the windows or distant footsteps in the hallway.
Unable to bear the silence any longer, I broke it with a voice sharpened by resentment. "You know, Billy, I never expected much from you, but I thought you would at least have the decency to apologize."
Billy's jaw clenched, his eyes narrowing with a flicker of defiance. "Apologize? For what? Standing up for myself? Or for not letting you walk all over me with your self-righteous lectures? Youโ€™re the one that should be grovelling and begging for me to accept your apology."
The words stung, igniting a fire within me. "You think this is about me wanting to control you? It's not, Billy. It's about treating people with respect and recognizing the consequences of our actions."
He scoffed, his voice laced with bitter sarcasm. "Oh, spare me your moral high ground, sweetheart. You act like you've never made a mistake in your life."
My temper flared, my voice rising in defiance. "I never claimed to be perfect, Billy. But at least I try to learn from my mistakes. You, on the other hand, continue to hurt people without a second thought."
His eyes flashed with anger, his voice dripping with venom. "You think you know me? You think you understand a damn thing about what I've been through?"
The room crackled with the intensity of our confrontation, the boundaries between us growing sharper with every word. We were two opposing forces on a collision course, our anger fueling the flames of resentment.
"I may not know your entire story, Billy, but that doesn't excuse your actions," I retorted, my voice trembling with suppressed emotion. "Hurting others won't fix whatever pain you're carrying."
His gaze hardened, his voice a low growl. "You don't get to play therapist, Y/N. You don't get to pretend like you can fix me."
My heart raced, my fists clenched in frustration. "I never said that I have all the answers, but I refuse to let you continue down this destructive path without saying something. You're capable of so much more, Billy. But until you face the truth and acknowledge the pain you're causing, you'll remain trapped in this cycle of anger and hurt."
Silence enveloped us once again, the weight of our words hanging in the air. Anger still simmered beneath the surface, but a glimmer of vulnerability shone in Billy's eyes. It was a fleeting moment, easily masked by his hardened facade, but it was enough to sow a seed of doubt within me.
The storm outside was taking a treacherous turn. The distant rumble of thunder grew louder, and rain pounded against the windows with an unrelenting force.
Breaking the silence, my voice quivered with a mix of trepidation and sincerity. "Billy, I want to apologize for the things I said earlier. I let my anger get the best of me, and I didn't consider the pain you might be carrying."
Billy's guard softened, his gaze meeting mine with a flicker of surprise and appreciation. "I... I appreciate that, Y/N.โ€
There was a pause, a shared moment of introspection as we grappled with our own inner turmoil. I reached out tentatively, my hand finding Billy's, my touch a gentle reassurance amidst the remnants of our conflict.
"I've seen glimpses of a different person beneath yourโ€ฆ tough exterior, Billy," I admitted, voice filled with genuine concern. "There's more to you than the asshole that parades himself around this school."
โ€œY/N, I-โ€
Suddenly, the shrill wail of sirens pierced the air, signaling an imminent dangerโ€”A tornado.
We exchanged startled glances, their previous animosity momentarily forgotten as the gravity of the situation sank in.
As the tornado siren blared its warning, panic gripped the halls of Hawkins High School. Remaining students and teachers scrambled to find shelter, seeking refuge in designated safe areas.
Their footsteps quickened, driven by the urgency to reach safety. My hand instinctively grasped the doorknob, twisting it desperately, only to be met with resistance. Billy stepped forward, trying to force the door open with all his might, but it remained stubbornly shut. We were trapped, confined within the detention room's four walls while the storm raged outside.
Frantic thoughts raced through my mind as the tornado siren continued its relentless call. Time seemed to stretch, each passing second intensifying our worry. We pounded on the door, our voices blending with the howling wind outside, hoping to catch the attention of someone who could free us from these confines.
But the chaos of the storm swallowed the cries, leaving us stranded in a place where punishment had transformed into something far more sinister.
Together, we faced the daunting prospect of weathering the storm from the confines of the detention room. The previous conflicts and animosity were pushed aside by the shared predicament we found themselves in. In this moment of vulnerability, I, overwhelmed by the situation, instinctively sought comfort and found solace in the proximity of Billy.
Trembling, I pressed closer to him, seeking refuge in his presence. Billy, taken aback by the vulnerability displayed before him, was unsure of how to respond. Awkwardly, he tentatively wrapped his arms around me, his touch uncertain yet gentle, trying to offer whatever comfort he could muster.
His voice, usually laced with defiance, softened as he spoke, "Hey, it's gonna be okay." His words held a glimmer of reassurance, though they were foreign on his tongue.
Finding solace in the sincerity behind his words, I nodded against his chest. The storm's fury continued to unleash its wrath, yet within the confines of his embrace, a bubble of comfort formedโ€”a shelter against the chaos outside.
Despite his initial hesitation, Billy recognized the importance of providing support in his own way. He began to stroke Y/N's back with gentle motions, a silent gesture of solidarity.
"Sorry," I mumbled, my voice laced with embarrassment, as I gently pushed away from Billy's embrace. My cheeks flushed with a mix of emotions, and I hastily wiped my nose on the back of my hand, trying to regain composure. Avoiding his gaze, I looked down, my focus shifting to the ground beneath us.
Billy, ever the composed one, noticed my unease. With a gentle touch, he reached out and brushed off a speck of dust from his shirt, as if to show that the minor incident hadn't fazed him.
Billy took a seat on the floor, his back leaned against the door, his hands resting on his knees. A somber calmness settled over him as he watched the storm brewing just outside the windows. His gaze traced the dark clouds swirling in the sky, their ominous presence mirrored in the intensity of his eyes.
There was a sense of introspection about him, a contemplation that matched the turbulent energy of the storm. As the thunder rumbled and the rain battered against the windows, he seemed lost in thought, his thoughts perhaps wandering through the labyrinth of his own emotions.
I couldn't help but be drawn to his stillness, his silent observation of the chaos outside. His composed demeanor in the face of the tempest fascinated me, revealing a depth that extended beyond his tough exterior. In that moment, he seemed like an enigma, simultaneously a part of the storm and yet untouched by its fury.
Sitting beside him, I watched his profile, his features softened by the dim light that filtered through the darkened room. There was an air of melancholy around him, an unspoken weight that he carried. I yearned to understand the depths of his thoughts, to be the solace that anchored him amidst the storm.
โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€ โ the calmโž โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€
As the storm raged outside, Billy and I found ourselves engaged in a conversation that embodied the essence of teenage banter.
Billy leaned in, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "If you could have any superpower, what would it be? And don't say something boring like 'the ability to study all night'."
I chuckled, playfully rolling my eyes at his remark. "Alright, impatient. If I had to pick, I'd go with telekinesis. Imagine the possibilities! No more reaching for the remote or dealing with heavy backpacks. I could be the ultimate multitasker."
He nodded, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. "Telekinesis, huh? That's a solid choice. I'd probably go with teleportation. Think about it๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝno more long commutes, instant travel to any corner of the world. Plus, I'd never be late for detention again."
As the thunder rumbled in the distance, Billy leaned closer, his tone filled with curiosity. "Alright, what's the most embarrassing thing that's ever happened to you in school? Come on, I know you've got a good story."
I smirked, playfully nudging him. "Well, there was this one time in sophomore year when I accidentally walked into the boys' restroom. Needless to say, I made a hasty retreat."
Billy burst into laughter, his infectious mirth filling the room. "You sure know how to make an entrance, sweetheart."
As we continued swapping stories and playful jabs, the detention room transformed into a hub of energy, where we could momentarily forget our worries and simply enjoy each other's company.
A low, distant rumble of thunder echoed through the air, as if nature itself was growling in anticipation. The wind intensified, howling and gusting with an almost primal force. The trees bowed and thrashed, their branches caught in a frenzied dance, struggling against the impending tempest.
I watched in awe as the atmosphere transformed before my eyes. The sky, once a tranquil blue, now displayed a multitude of shadesโ€”shades of gray, indigo, and charcoal, swirling together in a chaotic symphony. The sun, now hidden behind a thick layer of swirling clouds, cast an eerie, ethereal glow over the landscape.
Bolts of lightning streaked across the darkened sky, illuminating the swirling mass of clouds with their electric brilliance. Each flash was followed by a deep, rumbling clap of thunder, reverberating through the air like the growl of a mighty beast. The sound seemed to vibrate within me, a reminder of the power and unpredictability of nature.
Raindrops fell, at first sporadic and gentle, then growing in intensity. They splattered against the windows, creating a distorted view of the world outside. The rain seemed to move in waves, driven by the ever-growing ferocity of the storm.
As the tornado formed in the distance, a funnel-shaped cloud descended from the heavens, its dark core swirling with an ominous intensity. It seemed like a monstrous entity, a force of nature unleashed, ready to wreak havoc upon the land.
As I watched the tornado continue to gather strength, my heart pounded with a mix of fear and fascination. The storm's fury was a stark reminder of our place in the universe, a humbling experience that left me in awe.
"Truth or dare?" Billy's voice cut through the air, pulling me away from my initial skepticism, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips.
I scoffed playfully, playing along with the game. "Dare," I replied, ready to accept whatever challenge he threw my way.
His eyes sparkled with mischief as he leaned in closer. "Draw something inappropriate on the whiteboard," he suggested, his voice laden with amusement.
I rolled my eyes, trying to suppress a smile, and reluctantly rose from the floor. Picking up a black marker, I uncapped it and sketched a crude representation of a penis on the whiteboard.
Rolling my eyes but unable to suppress a smile, I got up from the floor and reached for a black marker. With deliberate strokes, I crudely sketched a crude representation of a penis on the whiteboard. Billy's laughter filled the room, his teasing comment echoing in the air.
โ€œItโ€™s a bit small, donโ€™t you think?โ€ He jested, unable to contain his amusement.
Glancing at the drawing, I raise an eyebrow, a smirk forming on my lips. โ€œOh, really? Well, I suppose itโ€™s yours then,โ€ I retort, playfully taking a seat beside him, reveling in our shared banter.
Billyโ€™s eyes widen momentarily before a mischievous smile dances on his lips. โ€œOh, sweetheart. It definitely is not,โ€ he quips, the implication lingering in the air between us.
Interrupting his suggestive smile, I shift the focus back to the game. โ€œTruth or dare?โ€ I ask, deliberately ignoring his playful demeanor.
Billy ponders for a moment, his gaze meeting mine with a newfound curiosity. โ€œTruth,โ€ he finally decides, a tinge of vulnerability seeping into his voice.๏ฟผ
With a casual shrug, I meet his request with nonchalance. โ€œTell me a secret,โ€ I challenge, my curiosity piqued.
I see a flicker of contemplation in Billyโ€™s eyes, a momentary vulnerability that captures my attention. โ€œIโ€ฆ I think this game is stupid,โ€ he confesses, his tone filled with a hint of reluctance.
A burst of laughter escapes me, and I playfully grumble, pouting as I lightly swat him with the back of my hand. โ€œCome on, Hargrove,โ€ I retort, a playful glint in my eyes. โ€œThatโ€™s not a real secret,โ€ I tease, finding joy in the lighthearted exchange between us.
"I love when you say my name," he confesses softly, his voice laced with sincerity.
I raise an eyebrow, a playful smile tugging at the corners of my lips. "Billy is your name, not Hargrove," I remind him, a hint of mischief coloring my tone.
He closes his eyes, savoring the words as they linger in the air. Tilting his head back slightly, a contented sigh escapes his lips. "God, I love that," he admits, a faint smile playing on his features.
A mixture of curiosity and affection fills me as I gaze at him, captivated by the rare vulnerability that shines through. "Your own name?" I inquire, wanting to understand the depths of his feelings.
His smile grows wider, his eyes sparkling with a newfound lightness. It's a smile I've never witnessed beforeโ€”a genuine expression that reaches his eyes. It's a departure from the usual smirks and cocky grins that often adorned his face.
With a teasing glint, he responds, "Only when you say it."
In that moment, the room feels charged with an unspoken connectionโ€”a mutual understanding that extends beyond words. Billy's admission reveals a layer of vulnerability, a longing to be seen and appreciated for who he truly is. And in return, I find myself drawn to the authenticity behind his smiles, cherishing this newfound glimpse into his soul.
As the tornado's fury rages outside, within the detention room, a tender understanding formsโ€”a recognition that behind the tough exterior and troubled past, there is a person deserving of acceptance.
The air between us hums with unspoken emotions, the room fills with an electrifying tension. A charged atmosphere enveloping us, our eyes locked. There, in the midst of the detention room's confined space, a fleeting moment of clarity washed over me, and I couldn't resist the overwhelming urge to bridge the remaining distance between us.
Closing the gap, I reached out, my fingers gently cupping Billy's cheek. The room fell silent, the sounds of the storm outside fading into the background, as our hearts beat in unison. With a mixture of trepidation and longing, I pressed my lips against his, capturing the essence of that tender moment.
Time seemed to stand still as our mouths met, a fusion of uncertainty and desire intertwining in the embrace. The sensation was electric, igniting a fire that had smoldered beneath the surface for far too long. In that brief exchange, our souls spoke a language words couldn't convey.
Billy, initially surprised by the unexpected kiss, soon melted into it, responding with a passion that matched my own. His hands found their way to the small of my back, pulling me closer, deepening the connection.
When our lips finally parted, we remained locked in a breathless moment, our eyes lingering as if searching for something in the depths of each other's gaze. The storm's turmoil outside seemed distant, inconsequential compared to the whirlwind of emotions we experienced within that single, stolen kiss.
A radiant smile spread across Billy's face, a genuine expression that mirrored the warmth filling my own heart.
Our eyes remain locked, reflecting the fire that still burns within. It's a pivotal momentโ€”an awakening of desires.
As the heat between us subsides slightly, I tentatively reach out, my hand trembling with anticipation, seeking to caress the contours of Billy's face. But just as my fingers brush against his skin, he gently catches my hand, his touch firm yet tender.
Time seems to suspend as Billy's eyes search mine, his grip on my hand a gentle yet deliberate restraint. The intensity of the moment is palpable, the unspoken words echoing between us.
My heart pounded in anticipation, and my breath hitched as I felt his gaze fixate on the sensitive curve of my neck.
A mixture of excitement and vulnerability coursed through me as Billy leaned in, his lips lightly grazing my skin. Each gentle kiss sent an electric jolt through my body, awakening every nerve ending. It was an exquisite torment, a sweet agony that left me yearning for more.
I shivered, surrendering to the intoxicating pleasure of his touch, as his lips continued to explore the contours of my neck. The warmth of his breath against my skin sent waves of desire cascading through me, intensifying with each tender press of his mouth.
The sensations overwhelmed me, causing a soft gasp to escape my lips. In that moment, I lost myself in the exquisite pleasure, my body responding to his every touch. It was a delicate dance of passion and vulnerability, a symphony of sensations that bound us together in an intimate connection.
Time seemed to stand still as Billy's kisses grew more impassioned, each one leaving a trail of desire in its wake. My senses were heightened, the world around us fading into insignificance. In that intimate exchange, I felt seen, cherished, and desired.
As I surrendered to the pleasure coursing through me, the room became a sanctuaryโ€”a place where worries and responsibilities dissolved, leaving only the intensity of our connection. Billy's lips on my neck were a testament to the depths of our desires intertwining.
Amidst the storm's raging chaos outside, our bodies entwined, the sweet caress of his kisses on my neck brought solace and an indescribable intimacy. It was a moment where the boundaries between us blurred, where our desires and emotions melded into one.
With a mix of strength and tenderness, Billy's arms wrapped around me, lifting me effortlessly off the ground. I gasped, caught off guard by his display of power and the rush of exhilaration that surged through me.
With purposeful steps, Billy carried me across the room, our bodies pressed close together. Gently, Billy set me down on top of a desk, our eyes locked in a fiery gaze. The smooth surface was cool against my skin, heightening my awareness of the intimate connection we were about to explore.
Billy stood before me, his gaze filled with a mix of desire and vulnerability. With a slight smirk playing on his lips, he reached for the buttons of his shirt, his fingers deftly undoing them one by one.
His hands paused momentarily, allowing me a moment to appreciate the sight before him. A hint of a smile tugged at the corners of his lips, his usual confidence shining through. With a deliberate slowness, he shrugged off the shirt, letting it fall to the ground, revealing his bare chest in all its glory.
Steady hand, he reached out, his fingers grazing the fabric of my shirt. His touch was gentle yet purposeful, tracing a path along my skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. With a gentle yet determined pull, he started to lift the shirt upward, exposing the skin beneath.
โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€ โ the stormโž โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€
As my shirt slipped off, a rush of vulnerability and desire washed over me. Billy's eyes traced the lines of my exposed flesh, a mixture of reverence and hunger in his gaze. His touch was both careful and passionate, his fingertips grazing my skin with an electric intensity that sent shivers down my spine.
His hand reaches up my throat, until it reaches my chin, grabbing and running his thumb over my full bottom lip. I part my lips, drawing his thumb into my mouth and sucking.
โ€œY/N,โ€ he whispers, closing his eyes, his jaw clenching as he grinds his back teeth.
He pulls his thumb from my lips, his fingers flying to my jeans as he fumbles with the button and rips them from me.
His eyes fall to my underwear. โ€œOkayโ€ He rasps, his fingers rubbing through the material.
โ€œOhโ€ I breathe, pushing my arms behind me and wrapping my fingers round the edge of the desk unit.
โ€œLegs up,โ€ He orders and I do as he says without thinking, widening my legs for him, his eyes falling between them. Swirling his fingertips over me, his spare hand moves up around my throat as he wraps his fingers there, holding me in position.
His fingers slip into the side of my panties, rubbing slowly before gliding his fingers through my parted lips and plunging two fingers deep inside of me.
โ€œFuck,โ€ I whisper.
His fingers slip out of me, before tugging on his own pants, kicking them down his legs. โ€œYou clean?โ€
I nod, โ€œYeah, are you?โ€
โ€œHavenโ€™t been with anyone in a while, but yeah.โ€ I feel shocked and confused by his admission, but donโ€™t let him see it.
He strokes himself in long, slow strokes then pushes his thick tip at my tight opening. โ€œYouโ€™re mine from this moment on, do you understand me?โ€ He rasps, his eyes levelling with mine and I nod.
Billyโ€™s voice resonates with authority and possessiveness as he utters those words, his intense gaze locked with mine. The weight of his declaration hangs in the air, and for a brief moment, my mind races with conflicting emotions. I want to surrender, to fully embrace this connection that has ignited between us, but a lingering trace of hesitation remains.
โ€œYours.โ€ I whisper, my voice tinged with a mix of excitement and fear. My eyes roll in the back of my head as he slowly pushes his thick cock inside me, the burn caused by him stretching me taking my breath away.
โ€œY/N.โ€ His grip around my throat tightens as he watches his cock slip in and out of me with ease. โ€œFuck, you feel so good.โ€ His jaw is tight, his teeth gritted as he fucks me slowly.
โ€œBilly.โ€ I whisper moan, looking between us as his thick cock pulls to the tip, then slips straight back into me.
My heart races under my skin when my gaze lands on the classroom door, the school hallway lies quiet and still, devoid of the usual bustling energy that fills its space during the day. My eyes widen and Billy winks at me, smirking.
โ€œLook at youโ€ he moans, his thrusts speeding up. โ€œYouโ€™re such a naughty girl, sweetheart.โ€
The pet name that so often bothered me now felt like a reward, slipping off his tongue it brings my orgasm close. I clench down, tightening around him.
โ€œYou like that, donโ€™t you?โ€
I nod, mewling as his voice floats through me, his cock hitting that spot.
โ€œI think you can take more,โ€ he whispers, his head turning to the door then back to face me. โ€œDo you?โ€ he asks.
I nod eagerly, letting my eyes watch as he fucks me.
He smiles, looking down between us as he pulls his cock to his tip, then places two fingers at my opening, resting on top of his arousal coated cock.
Without warning, he pushes back into me, my mouth agape as my eyes roll in the back of my head.
โ€œFuck yes,โ€ I pant. Uncurling my white knuckled fingers from the edge, I reach between my legs and rub my swollen clit.
Billy laughs a little, amusement evident in his voice. โ€œYouโ€™re so greedyโ€ he grits, as he fucks me harder,
My fingers rub faster, matching his thrusts into me. Billy grins at me, his eyes hooded as he slows his thrusts into me to a torturous pace.
โ€œGodโ€ I rush out, ignoring the urge to moan out after that.
Billy continues at the slow pace for a moment then picks up the pace again, fucking me hard.
โ€œFuck,โ€ I whisper, my eyes glassing as tears threaten, the pleasure ripping through me.
โ€œDid anyone fuck you like this?โ€ I see Billyโ€™s veins bulging and throbbing at his question and I shake my head. โ€œGood, no one will.โ€ He grits, pulling his two fingers out. My orgasm teeters as he pushes his cock deep into me.
โ€œIโ€™m going to come,โ€ I whisper, tears rolling down my cheek at this overwhelming fullness that I feel. I tilt my hips up so his long cock rubs on the spot I need.
I can no longer resist the magnetic pull drawing me toward him. With a mixture of hesitation and longing, I close the remaining distance between us, my lips pressing against his in a bold and passionate kiss.
His response is immediate, his arms encircling me, pulling me closer, as if he too craves this connection. The kiss deepens, becoming a fierce exchange of desire and emotion.
My eyes roll, my back arches and I come hard, my orgasm splintering me in two. I swear I see stars, my ears ringing as the relief swarms me.
โ€œSuch a good girl,โ€ He chokes, fucking me in short, hard thrusts, โ€œIโ€™m going to come,โ€ he whispers.
I pant, he pants, his face edging towards me in an electrifying instant, our lips collide in a passionate fusion. Itโ€™s a dance of fire and vulnerability, a symphony of sensations that overwhelm my senses.
Our kiss deepens, a mingling of passion and tenderness. Itโ€™s as if time suspends, leaving only the intensity of our shared moment. Our lips move in perfect harmony, fueled by a hunger
A symphony of moans escapes my parted lips, blending with the intoxicating atmosphere around us. I lose myself in the intoxicating taste of his mouth, surrendering to the whirlwind of emotions that swirl within me. In that moment, nothing else matters but the heat and urgency of our connection.
His touch is electric, his hands guiding me closer, holding me as if afraid to let go. Fingers tangle in my hair, creating an anchor in this storm of desire.
Each brush of his lips against mine sends waves of pleasure coursing through me.
โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€ โ fear โž โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€
The tornado emerges on the horizon as a monstrous force of nature, its destructive power evident in its towering funnel cloud. It's a swirling vortex of darkness, a tempest that devours everything in its path. The winds, furious and relentless, whip through the air, creating a deafening roar that reverberates through the surroundings.
As it approaches, the tornado leaves a trail of devastation in its wake. Trees are uprooted, their branches tossed like twigs in the ferocious gusts. Debris becomes airborne, propelled with alarming velocity, transforming everyday objects into deadly projectiles.
The sheer magnitude of the tornado is awe-inspiring and terrifying. Its darkness stretches towards the heavens, a menacing presence against the darkened sky. It seems to command the atmosphere, bending it to its will as it spirals relentlessly forward.
The swirling mass engulfs the landscape, obscuring visibility with a dense cloud of dust and debris. Its raw power is palpable, an unstoppable force of nature that demands respect and humility.
Inside the school, the building shudders under the onslaught of the approaching storm. The air pressure fluctuates, causing windows to rattle and doors to creak. The sounds of destruction outside are muffled by the solid structure, yet the vibrations serve as a chilling reminder of the chaos unfolding just beyond the walls.
As I cower with Billy, a sense of vulnerability washes over me. We cling to each other, seeking solace and protection in our shared fear. The tornado's proximity amplifies the urgency, the desperate need to find shelter and hold on to hope amidst the chaos.
Through the windows, I catch glimpses of the swirling mass, the dark tendrils reaching out like ominous fingers. It's a sight that commands both awe and terror, a stark reminder of the immense power of nature and our own fragility in its presence.
The tornado rages on, its path cutting through the land with merciless force. It serves as a testament to the indomitable forces of nature, leaving behind a trail of destruction that serves as a somber reminder of its might. In its wake, lives are upended, and the true strength of the human spirit is tested.
I can't help but succumb to a vulnerable admission. With trembling words and a sheepish tone, I confess my deepest fear. "I'm... scared," I admit, my voice barely above a whisper, as if speaking the words aloud would make the fear all the more real.
Billy's gaze softens, his eyes reflecting a mixture of understanding and concern.
"I know," he responds, his voice gentle yet filled with an unwavering determination. "It's alright to be scared."
His words offer a glimmer of comfort amidst the chaos. I find solace in the fact that I'm not alone.
As the tornado's howling winds continue to pummel the school, we huddle closer, seeking shelter in each other's embrace. Billy's arms envelop me, providing a sense of protection against the outside world. In the safety of his presence, I allow myself to lean on him, to release the weight of my fears.
The deafening roar of the tornado intensifies, its monstrous presence drawing ever closer, a surge of adrenaline courses through my veins. Despite our attempts to find comfort in each other's embrace, the fear within me intensifies, threatening to overwhelm my senses.
I can feel the vibrations reverberating through the walls, the tremors of the approaching storm rattling the very foundation of the school. The once-distant sounds of destruction now grow ominously near, a chilling reminder of the tornado's relentless pursuit.
The windows tremble under the assault of the wind, and shards of glass occasionally shatter, scattering across the floor like glistening fragments of chaos. The air becomes heavy with debris, carried on the gusts that infiltrate the building, serving as a grim testament to the tornado's destructive path.
In the midst of this swirling chaos, I cling tightly to Billy, seeking refuge in his presence. His strong arms provide a sense of security, anchoring me to the present moment, even as the world outside seems to be spiraling out of control.
The tornado's wrath looms just beyond the school walls, a relentless force that threatens to consume everything in its path. The air grows thick with anticipation, our breaths shallow, as if awaiting the inevitable impact.
In the face of this impending danger, Billy's grip tightens, his unwavering strength serving as an anchor amidst the storm. His gaze meets mine, his eyes filled with determination, and I draw strength from the unwavering resolve in his expression.
"We're going to make it through this," he assures me, his voice steady despite the chaos surrounding us. His words resonate deep within me, stirring a flicker of hope amidst the fear that threatens to consume me.
As the tornado's monstrous presence engulfs the school, we brace ourselves, both physically and emotionally. Time seems to slow, each second stretching into eternity as we steel ourselves for the impact.
Exhausted from the harrowing ordeal, our bodies intertwined as we succumb to the weariness that envelops us. The tumultuous events of the storm have taken their toll, and we drift into a deep, restless sleep.
โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€ โ hope โž โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€
As the hours pass, the storm finally subsides, its wrath replaced by an eerie calm. The once-fierce winds now whisper faintly outside, their power spent. Slowly, consciousness begins to stir within us, like emerging from a foggy dream.
Then, as the tempest finally subsides, we are abruptly awoken by a profound silence. The deafening roar of the tornado gives way to an eerie stillness, broken only by the distant sound of emergency sirens and the occasional creak of a damaged structure.
Opening our eyes, we survey our surroundings, a scene of devastation unfolding before us. The once-familiar corridors are now marred by broken walls, shattered windows, and debris scattered haphazardly across the floor.
Itโ€™s a surreal sight, the aftermath of natureโ€™s wrath. Yet, amidst the chaos, there is a glimmer of hope. Weโ€™ve made it through the storm, emerging on the other side battered but alive.
With the shattered glass on the detention room door, Billy reaches through and deftly turns the handle from the other side. A glimmer of relief washes over us, knowing that we now have an exit from the confined space. Though the windows are broken and the path to safety is strewn with debris, we realize that any open window will suffice, as the glass practically no longer exists.
"Be careful," Billy instructs, his voice laced with concern as he surveys the scattered remnants across the hallway. Taking my hand in his, we proceed with caution, navigating through the remnants of the storm's aftermath. The floor is littered with shattered glass, fallen ceiling tiles, and splintered furniture, a visual testament to the chaos we've endured.
As we make our way through the treacherous path, a fireman catches sight of us and rushes towards us, his expression a mix of relief and urgency. "I FOUND SOMEONE!" he exclaims, his voice filled with a mixture of triumph and concern. With a reassuring hand, he guides us toward the front yard where other students and teachers who sought refuge in the cellar have gathered.
The paramedics swiftly approach, their trained eyes assessing our well-being. Billy reluctantly releases my hand as the paramedic begins to check on us, ensuring that we've escaped the storm's grasp unscathed. I stand alongside Billy, the weight of the harrowing experience settling in, as we wait to be examined.
In the midst of the chaos and the flurry of emergency responders, a sense of gratitude washes over me. We've emerged from the devastation, finding our way to safety against all odds. As the paramedic assesses our physical well-being, I steal a glance at Billy, our eyes meeting briefly.
"Y/N!" Steve Harrington rushes to my side after the paramedics give us the all-clear. His face is filled with relief and a touch of disbelief. "Dude, I definitely thought you were dead."
I offer a wry smile, trying to lighten the mood. "Nope, just left for dead in detention."
Steve pulls me into a tight hug, a mixture of genuine concern and his signature humor. "I can't believe you almost died a virgin," he whispers, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he laughs to himself.
I feel a rush of embarrassment and look around, catching Billy's widened eyes. I see him trying to conceal his reaction, a flicker of annoyance briefly crossing his face.
"Steve!" I exclaim, a mixture of embarrassment and frustration tainting my tone. I shoot a quick glance at Billy, silently pleading for him to understand that Steve's comment was just typical Steve being Steve.
Steve, seemingly aware of the tension, quickly shifts his gaze to Billy, offering him a small smile. It's a gesture of acknowledgement and perhaps even an attempt at easing the tension in the moment.
Realizing that it's time to move on from the chaotic aftermath, Steve takes charge. "Come on," he says, gently guiding me away from the scene. Together, we leave Billy behind, the crowd engulfing him as friends and admirers gather to offer their support.
As we walk away, Steve's presence provides a sense of familiarity and comfort. His friendship, though at times unconventional, has become a pillar of support in the face of adversity. In this moment, his light-hearted banter serves as a reminder that we have survived, and life goes on.
"Hey guys," I halfheartedly greet Steve's friends, who have gradually accepted me as part of their group. They each offer their well wishes, making sure I'm okay before effortlessly transitioning into a different topic of conversation.
As I glance over my shoulder, I catch a glimpse of Billy, his smug demeanor fully intact as he revels in the attention he receives. It's not long before a girl eagerly throws herself at him, adding to the throng of admirers that surround him.
A pang of frustration tugs at my heart, a mix of envy and disappointment. Despite the connection we had forged amidst the chaos of the storm, it seems that Billy's attention is quickly diverted by others. I can't help but wonder if our momentary bond was merely a product of the circumstances, destined to fade away once the storm subsided.
I turn my attention back to Steve's friends, forcing a smile and engaging in their lighthearted banter. They provide a welcome distraction, reminding me that I have a support system of my own within this circle. Despite the lingering disappointment, I find ease in their genuine concern and acceptance.
Amidst the chatter and laughter, I take a deep breath, pushing aside the lingering thoughts of Billy's sudden shift in focus. I remind myself that friendships take time to develop and that everyone has their own journey. Perhaps Billy's actions are simply a reflection of his own insecurities, his need for validation in the wake of the storm.
Resolving to focus on my own path, I immerse myself in the conversation, allowing the warmth of friendship to wash over me. I appreciate the genuine connections I've formed with Steve's friends, knowing that their support will be a constant source of strength as we navigate the challenges that lie ahead.
While Billy may bask in the attention of others, I find comfort in the knowledge that true friendships are built on more than just fleeting moments. It's the shared experiences, the genuine support, and the unwavering presence in times of both joy and adversity that truly define the bonds we hold dear.
And so, I embrace the camaraderie of Steve's friends, grateful for their acceptance and friendship. As we continue to navigate the aftermath of the storm, I know that I have a place within this circle, even as the dynamics around us may shift. Together, we will face whatever comes our way, united in our resilience and the unwavering spirit of Hawkins.
โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€ โ unwilling โž โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€
"I don't really want to go," I sighed, sprawling out on Steve's couch. It had been a week since the storm wreaked havoc on our lives, and school was still on hold as they worked to repair and rebuild.
Steve, leaning against the armrest, nudged my feet off the couch. "Come on, it's a party. You're a teenager," he retorted, a playful glint in his eyes. "Besides, it's to celebrate you."
I let out a half-hearted groan, feeling a mix of reluctance and confusion. "It's to celebrate Billy Hargrove," I muttered, my voice laced with a hint of bitterness.
Steve rolled his eyes, sitting down next to me as he tied his shoe. He had never been a fan of Billy, and I knew I now had to act the same way. Deep down, buried beneath the layers of conflicting emotions, I couldn't deny that I carried feelings for Billy. Yet, it had been over a week since the storm, and he hadn't reached out or even acknowledged what had happened.
"You survived a whole eight-hour storm with him," Steve scoffed, a trace of admiration mixed with annoyance in his voice. "That deserves to be celebrated, whether you want to admit it or not."
"Alright, fine," I relented, sitting up on the couch and running a hand through my hair. "But I'm not going for Billy. I'm going for the people who supported me throughout it all, including you."
Steve flashed a smile, a genuine warmth in his eyes. "That's the spirit," he said, clapping a hand on my shoulder. "Now, let's go show them how strong we are, and have a little fun in the process."
I mustered a smile, appreciating Steve's unwavering support. With a renewed sense of purpose, I agreed to join him at the party. It was at Carol Perkins' house, a name that didn't reveal much apart from the fact that Steve seemed genuinely excited about it.
Steve and I hopped into his car, ready for the short drive across town to the party. As we cruised through the familiar streets of Hawkins, the buzz of excitement filled the air. The music from nearby houses echoed through the night, drawing us closer to the vibrant scene that awaited us.
We arrived at our destination, parking amidst a sea of cars that lined the street. The house before us was aglow with colored lights, and laughter and voices carried on the breeze. The front yard was transformed into a lively gathering, with groups of people engaged in animated conversations, clutching red cups or puffing on cigarettes.
Steve and I stepped out of the car, joining the lively crowd that had gathered. The atmosphere was electric, with the mingling scents of alcohol and smoke hanging in the air. Music pulsed through the speakers, setting the rhythm for the night ahead.
"Hey!" Carol greeted with enthusiasm as Steve walked in, and I followed closely behind him.
"Hey," Steve smiled in response, his charm radiating as always.
Carol, as the host of the party, beamed at us, eager to ensure our enjoyment. "Let's get you two some drinks!" she exclaimed, leading us toward the bustling kitchen. As we navigated through the crowd, Carol exchanged greetings with people along the way, her presence captivating those around her.
Finally reaching the kitchen, my eyes caught sight of Billy, engaged in conversation with a girl as he casually sipped from his plastic cup. He exuded a confident demeanor, drawing attention effortlessly.
"It's the survivors!" the girl practically glued against Billy's chest exclaimed, a wide grin spreading across her face. She gestured between me and Billy. "What was it like? Being in the storm?"
I felt a lump form in my throat, momentarily taken aback by the directness of her question. The memories of the storm still lingered, the chaos and other things vivid in my mind. I swallowed, searching for the right words to convey our shared experience.
"Um," I hesitated, my voice betraying a mix of emotions. It was difficult to put into words what we had endured. The storm had brought us together in unexpected ways, and part of me was still grappling with the complex emotions that surfaced in its wake. "Oh, you know, it was a wild ride,"
Steve, offered a lighthearted smile. "But Y/N is here now, stronger than ever."
His words served as a gentle reminder that we had emerged from the storm with a newfound strength. It was a subtle redirection of the conversation, allowing us to navigate the topic with a touch of optimism.
The surrounding peopleโ€™s attention shifted from me to Steve, intrigued by his playful response. As the conversation continued, I took a moment to collect myself, reminding myself that it was okay to feel a mix of emotions.
Taking a deep breath, I looked around the lively kitchen, the hum of laughter and music filling the air. Despite the lingering unease, there was a sense of camaraderie among the partygoers, united by the shared experience of surviving the storm. As the evening unfolded, I knew there would be more conversations, and more reflections. And as I raised my own plastic cup in a silent toast to resilience, I embraced the uncertainty of the night, ready to navigate the intricacies of the party at Carolโ€™s house.
The girl turned her attention back to Billy, her flirtatious demeanor unwavering. "Babe," she cooed, her voice dripping with sugary sweetness, causing me to snap my attention back towards them. "I really like this song. Let's go dance."
Billy furrowed his eyebrows, a trace of annoyance flickering across his face as he took another sip of his drink. "I don't dance," he replied curtly, his tone leaving no room for negotiation.
Undeterred, the girl forced a laugh, attempting to brush off his resistance. "Yes, you do," she insisted, her hand balling his shirt in a feeble attempt to pull him towards the dance floor.
In a moment of defiance, Billy swiftly pulled her hand off him, his gaze steely. "And I'm not your 'babe'. Fuck off," he snapped, his words dripping with a mixture of frustration and defiance.
A stunned silence fell between them, the girl taken aback by Billy's unexpected rejection. As she stumbled to find a response, I couldn't help but feel a surge of satisfaction.
I watched as Billy turned away from her, his attention shifting elsewhere. His eyes met mine briefly, a flicker of recognition passing between us as the girl retreated, nursing her bruised ego.
Steve threw his head back, a wide grin on his face as he finished his drink. "Do you want to play beer pong?" he asked, his excitement evident.
"I've never played, Steve," I admitted, a mix of curiosity and apprehension in my voice.
Steve's smile only grew wider as he responded, "No worries! We'll be a team. Tommy!" he called out, scanning the crowd. "Beer pong? Me and Y/N versus you and..."
Tommy Hagen, his cup in hand, made his way into the somewhat crowded kitchen, his eyes searching for the source of the invitation. "Hargrove," his tone carrying a hint of challenge.
"Yeah, sure," Billy agreed, casually throwing back the remainder of his drink. Without missing a beat, he headed towards the back yard, Tommy following closely behind.
Steve interlaced our fingers, ensuring we wouldn't be separated in the sea of people. Together, we slowly weaved through the partygoers, making our way to the table set up in the back yard. I watched as Tommy filled the plastic cups with alcohol, his movements fluid and precise.
Billy's gaze briefly flickered towards our intertwined hands, a subtle tension radiating from him. In a quick motion, he averted his eyes, unwilling to dwell on the sight.
As we joined the others at the beer pong table, I couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nerves. The air was filled with a blend of anticipation and friendly competition as we prepared to face off against Tommy and Billy.
As the game commenced, laughter and cheers filled the air, mingling with the pulsating beat of the music. We threw ourselves into the game, reveling in the friendly banter and the thrill of each successful shot.
In the midst of the playful competition, I stole glances at Billy, our eyes occasionally meeting in brief, unguarded moments.
โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€ โ unwavering โž โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€
Steve and Tommy stood on the sidelines, their eyes fixed on the final ball I held in my hand. With determination in their voices, they offered words of encouragement. "You can do it!" Steve cheered, his voice filled with unwavering support.
But Billy, leaning casually against the table on the opposite end, couldn't resist taunting me. His laughter rang through the air as he dismissed my chances of success. "No, you can't," he taunted, his voice laced with playful arrogance. "Sweetheart, you're gonna miss it. Just give up and let me win this."
I took a deep breath, blocking out Billy's teasing remarks. With a focused gaze, I bounced the ping pong ball, sending it soaring through the air. Time seemed to slow down as it descended, its trajectory aligning perfectly with the last cup in front of Billy.
A moment of silence hung in the air, followed by a collective gasp from the onlookers. The ball found its mark, landing with precision and sinking into the cup. Tommy groaned in defeat, while Steve erupted into jubilant celebration.
In the midst of the commotion, Steve embraced me in a tight hug. As we basked in the victory, Steve's voice cut through the noise. "How's the normal teenage experience going?" he asked, a hint of mischief in his tone.
I shrug, a playful smile tugging at the corners of my lips. "I don't think I love parties, but this one is okay," I replied, my words carrying a sense of lightheartedness.
Steve guided me back inside, his hand resting on the small of my back, leading me away from the beer pong table and the lingering sight of Billy surrounded by his admirers. The pulsating energy of the party filled the air, as people mingled and conversations buzzed around us.
But before I could process it all, a girl stepped forward, a flirtatious smile playing on her lips. "Hey, Steve. You look really great tonight," she said, her fingers absently toying with the hem of her shirt.
Steve returned her smile, and I felt a twinge of discomfort at the sight. Not wanting to be a mere bystander in his flirtations, I decided to make my way to the kitchen, in search of a respite from the lively crowd.
As I stood by the sink, filling my cup with cool water, a voice interrupted my thoughts. "Hi, Y/N, right?" a boy asked, catching my attention.
I turned to face him, trying to place his face. "Yep, that's me," I replied, my voice friendly and polite.
โ€œWe had English together last year, remember?โ€
I racked my brain, desperately searching for any recollection of our past encounter. But the truth was, I drew a blank. "Oh! Yeah, totally," I replied, offering a quick smile and a small nod, hoping to mask my lack of memory.
"I think you're, like, really brave for managing to stay strong after what you went through," the boy remarked, taking a step closer to me.
I smiled appreciatively at his kind words, grateful for the acknowledgment. "Well, I wasn't alone,"
He chuckled, a warm sound that echoed in the lively atmosphere. "But you and Billy don't exactly get along," he observed, his eyes sparkling with curiosity. "I don't think I could have gotten out of that detention unscathed like you."
A soft laugh escaped my lips, a blend of amusement and understanding. "You never know, sometimes the people you least expect can surprise you," I mused, my gaze meeting his with a touch of optimism.
"So, you having fun?" he asked, a playful grin on his face.
I nodded "I was. It's been quite a night."
He chuckled, teasingly. "Steve ditch you?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "Is he like your boyfriend now or something?"
I let out a laugh, shaking my head at the suggestion. "Ew, no," I replied, a touch of amusement in my tone. "Steve and I have been best friends since like Kindergarten."
Billy entered the kitchen, his gaze fixated on the boy I was engaged in conversation with. There was a subtle tension in the air as he approached us, his eyes narrowing in an unspoken challenge.
The boy in front of me joined in on the laughter, the sound filling the space between us. "So, there's no boyfriend then?" he inquired, curiosity glinting in his eyes.
Billy's presence beside me was palpable, his intense gaze fixed on the boy as he approached the sink next to me.
I shifted slightly, feeling the subtle brush of Billyโ€™s arm against mine as he reached behind me to fill his cup with water. The proximity sent a shiver down my spine, a mix of excitement and trepidation coursing through me.
As I turned my attention back to the boy in front of me, I couldn't help but notice the curiosity gleaming in his eyes. His question lingered in the air, and I felt a playful smile tug at the corners of my lips.
"No," I replied, my voice carrying a hint of amusement.
Billy cleared his throat, drawing our attention to his presence as he leaned against the counter beside me. His piercing gaze locked onto the other boy, sizing him up with an intense scrutiny. He took a deliberate sip of his water, his lips curling into a faint smirk.
The boy, seemingly unfazed by Billy's imposing aura, mustered up the courage to ask, "Would you want to go out sometime then? With me?"
Caught off guard, I glanced around, feeling a slight twinge of awkwardness. The weight of the moment seemed to hang in the air, and I searched for the right words to respond. โ€œOh,โ€ I stammered, my cheeks flushing slightly. โ€œYeah, maybe.โ€
As the words left my lips, I sensed a shift in the energy between Billy and me. A silent tension enveloped us, as if the unspoken connection we shared danced on the precipice of something more. Billyโ€™s expression remained inscrutable, his gaze holding mine for a fleeting moment before he turned and walked away.
Left standing there, my attention returned to the boy in front of me, who seemed content with my response.
โ€œAwesome,โ€ the boy grinned, his excitement palpable. โ€œSo should I, like, call you?โ€
I offered a smile. โ€œObviously not right now, but Iโ€™ll see you around,โ€ I replied, slowly starting to leave the kitchen.
But before I could make my way through the crowd, the boy took a few steps to follow me. His enthusiasm was endearing, but my mind was elsewhere. โ€œDo you want to dance or anything?โ€
โ€œNo, I actually have to find Steve,โ€ I explained, my voice barely audible above the pulsating music. ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝMake sure he isnโ€™t passed out or whatever.โ€
As I turned to make my way back into the heart of the party, I found myself engulfed in a sea of people, the noise and energy enveloping me. It was then that I felt a hand brush past my waist, sending a shiver down my spine. A familiar breath tickled my ear, and I turned to find Billy standing there, his presence commanding my attention.
His words, laced with a mixture of intrigue and mischief, sent a jolt of excitement through me. โ€œYou excited for your little date?โ€ he whispered, his voice filled with a hint of playfulness.
I could feel my heart race in response, a surge of conflicting emotions swirling within me.
With a playful smile, I leaned closer to Billy, allowing myself to be caught up in the electrifying atmosphere of the party. โ€œI guess weโ€™ll see,โ€ I whispered back, my voice carrying a touch of mystery.
Billyโ€™s hand wrapped around my wrist, his grip firm yet gentle. I held my breath, anticipation coursing through me as I waited for him to speak. โ€œI thought I told you,โ€
Before Billy could utter another word, Steveโ€™s voice cut through the noise of the party, calling out my name. The moment shattered as I turned my head in Steveโ€™s direction, momentarily distracted by his presence.
Billy's jaw clenched, his eyes refusing to waver from mine as he released my wrist. A mixture of frustration and longing crossed his face, evident in the way he huffed and ran a hand through his hair. Without another word, he turned and walked away, disappearing into the swirling sea of partygoers.
Steve finally reached me, his presence providing a sense of grounding amidst the whirlwind of emotions. He took my hand, his touch comforting as he pulled me away from the chaotic scene. "I've been looking for you!" he exclaimed, a mixture of relief and concern in his voice. "Let's take a break and sit outside."
I allowed Steve to lead me towards the door, but my gaze kept turning back, trying to catch a glimpse of Billy amidst the crowd. There was a part of me that yearned for closure, for answers to the unspoken connection between us.
As we stepped outside, the noise of the party faded into the background, replaced by the soft breeze and the distant sound of music. Steve found a quiet spot, and we settled down, the weight of the evening's events settling upon us.
Even as I tried to focus on the present moment with Steve, my mind kept drifting back to Billy. I couldn't shake the feeling of unfinished business, the lingering questions that remained unanswered.
I found myself torn between the familiarity of Steve's friendship and the magnetic pull of Billy's enigmatic presence.
โ€œHowโ€™s your night been?โ€ I asked Steve, a playful smile tugging at the corners of my lips. โ€œWhat happened with that girl?โ€
Steveโ€™s face lit up with excitement as he shared the news. โ€œWeโ€™re going out tomorrow night!โ€ he exclaimed, unable to contain his happiness.
I let out a dramatic sigh, teasing him gently. โ€œFinally!โ€ I exclaimed, feigning exasperation. โ€œI thought youโ€™d never make a move on anyone.โ€
Steve pouted playfully, his eyes sparkling with amusement. โ€œHey now,โ€ he protested, his tone mockingly hurt. โ€œYouโ€™re the only girl my parents like. Youโ€™re stuck with me for life.โ€
โ€œYeah, Iโ€™m okay with that,โ€ I replied, a playful smile curling on my lips. โ€œAs long as Iโ€™m not forced to be the next Mrs. Harrington.โ€
Steve chuckled, his eyes shining with affection. โ€œI love you, but letโ€™s hope it doesnโ€™t come to that,โ€ he teased. โ€œThe only way weโ€™re ever getting married is if weโ€™re both unhappy, stuck in Hawkins, and still single at the ripe old age of 35.โ€
We shared a lighthearted laugh, knowing that our futures held so much more than the small town we called home.
I gazed out at the street, the aftermath of the storm evident in the fallen trees and debris scattered along the pavement. The cool breeze brushed against my skin, providing a refreshing respite from the muffled sounds of the ongoing party.
Steve's voice broke through my reverie, his question drawing my attention. "You ready to go home?" he asked, concern lacing his words.
I tilted my head playfully, eyeing him. "Are you sober enough to drive?" I teased, knowing Steve's tendency to indulge in a drink or two during social gatherings.
A mischievous grin appeared on his face. "Do you need me to recite the alphabet backwards?" he retorted, a hint of mock seriousness in his tone.
Chuckling, I pushed myself up from the spot where I had been sitting. "I have to use the bathroom first," I informed him, gesturing towards the house. "I'll meet you at the car."
Steve nodded, his eyes following me as I made my way back inside. Finding my way through the lively crowd, I navigated towards the bathroom, grateful for a moment of solitude amidst the vibrant energy of the party.
I closed the bathroom door behind me, shutting out the chaos of the party, and I took a moment to collect myself. Placing my hands on either side of the sink, I leaned forward, my eyes fixed on my reflection in the mirror.
Taking a deep breath, I let the weight of the night wash over me. The exhilaration, the uncertainties, and the tantalizing possibilities that lay just beyond the horizon. With renewed determination, I straightened up and met my own gaze in the mirror.
I reached for the door handle, my hand poised to open it and rejoin the party outside. However, before I could grasp the handle, the door swung open, revealing Billy standing there, his expression filled with a mix of anger and frustration. He stepped inside, closing the door behind him, effectively trapping us in the confined space of the bathroom.
My breath caught in my throat as I met his intense gaze. The air between us crackled with tension, and I could feel the weight of his words before he even spoke them. โ€œIโ€™m real fucking mad at you,โ€ he stated firmly, his voice laced with a raw intensity. he reaches his hand forward, wrapping his fingers around the base of my throat.
โ€œWhy is that?โ€ I challenged, my voice laced with a mixture of frustration and determination. My eyes blazed with heat as I locked onto his.
His response came as a whisper, yet it reverberated through the room. โ€œI told you, youโ€™re mine,โ€ he declared, his voice filled with a mix of possessiveness and vulnerability. โ€œOr did you forget?โ€
โ€œMaybe,โ€ I retorted, my voice filled with a mix of defiance and playful challenge. โ€œAre you going to have to remind me?โ€
A mischievous grin danced across Billyโ€™s lips, and he closed the distance between us, stepping towards me until my back was pressed against the cool surface of the kitchen sink. His proximity sent a thrill coursing through me, and my breath hitched in anticipation.
In that moment, the world around us faded into the background as his lips captured mine in a passionate and all-consuming kiss.
The intensity of his touch sent shivers down my spine, erasing any doubts or hesitations that lingered within me. Our lips moved in perfect synchrony, a dance of desire and longing.
As our kiss deepened, the outside world ceased to exist. There was only the heat of our connection, the intertwining of our breaths, and the shared exploration of unspoken desires. The sound of the party faded into a distant hum, drowned out by the rising tide of passion between us. I surrendered myself to the intoxicating pull of Billyโ€™s touch. The heat of his lips against mine, the possessiveness of his embrace.
โ€œAre you okay Y/N?โ€ I hear Steveโ€™s voice, his fingers knocking on the door.
I heard Steveโ€™s voice outside the bathroom door, his concerned tone breaking through the haze of passion that enveloped me. Billy pulled back slightly, his body still pressed against mine, as he placed a few sloppy kisses along my jaw and collarbones. The sensation sent a shiver down my spine, heightening the desire that pulsed between us.
I struggled to compose myself, my voice slightly breathless as I responded to Steve, โ€œYeah, Iโ€™m okay! Just be a minute!โ€ My words came out in a rushed whisper, my mind still clouded by the intensity of the moment.
โ€œOkay, Iโ€™ll be in the car. Hurry upโ€ Steveโ€™s voice faded into the background as Billy suckles at the perfect tender spot on my skin and I moan softly.
Billyโ€™s lips found their way back to mine, his kisses carrying a mix of urgency and longing. I couldnโ€™t help but respond, my own desire intertwining with his, as our lips met in another passionate embrace
As I reluctantly pulled back from Billyโ€™s intoxicating kiss, my mind momentarily drifted to the world outside our passionate bubble. โ€œI have to goโ€
Billy groaned in response, his lips seeking mine once more as if pleading to continue. In that moment, I found myself succumbing to the allure of his touch, momentarily forgetting everything around me.
But reality had a way of sneaking back in, and I gently pushed against Billyโ€™s chest, creating a small space between us. โ€œSteveโ€™s waiting,โ€ I reminded him, my voice filled with a mixture of longing and apprehension. Steveโ€™s name hung in the air like a fleeting reminder of responsibility.
A flicker of frustration danced across Billyโ€™s face, but he quickly composed himself. His breath brushed against my skin as he muttered, โ€œDonโ€™t think about him when Iโ€™m touching you,โ€ his words laced with desire and possessiveness. His lips found their way to my collarbones, planting a series of fervent kisses, igniting a fire within me that was hard to extinguish.
The sensations overwhelmed me, and for a moment, I was lost in the thought of what could happen tonight. But the knowledge that I couldnโ€™t keep Steve waiting tugged at my conscience, and with a heavy sigh, I reluctantly disentangled myself from Billyโ€™s embrace.
โ€œI have to go,โ€ I whispered, my voice filled with a mix of longing and regret. I brushed a strand of hair away from my face, my eyes locked with his for a fleeting moment, conveying the unspoken desire and unfinished emotions between us.
Billy nodded, his eyes holding a mix of longing and disappointment. With a final lingering kiss on my lips, he released me, allowing me to make my way back to the reality awaiting me outside the secluded space we had shared.
As I closed the bathroom door behind me, leaving Billy in the temporary sanctuary of our shared desires, I returned to the vibrant atmosphere of the party. The sounds of laughter and music filled the air, mingling with the fluttering butterflies in my stomach.
Outside, Steve awaited me in his car, his impatience evident as he drummed his hands on the steering wheel. I slid into the passenger seat, a small smile playing on my lips. "That took forever," he groaned, playfully expressing his frustration.
I rolled my eyes, a hint of amusement in my voice. "Oh, come on. It wasn't that long."
He chuckled, shaking his head in mock exasperation. With a twist of the ignition, the car roared to life, carrying us away from the lingering echoes of the party. The drive back to his house was filled with comfortable silence.
As the familiar sights of Hawkins passed by, I couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and uncertainty. The memory of Billy's touch still lingered. But for now, as Steve maneuvered through the familiar streets, I leaned back in my seat, allowing the cool night air to brush against my skin.
As we approached Steve's house, I couldn't help but steal a glance at the rearview mirror, catching a glimpse of my reflection. The spark in my eyes, the trace of a smile on my lips, and the memories of the stolen moments with Billy were reminders of the whirlwind that had enveloped me.
As we stepped out of the car and made our way into Steve's house, a heavy sigh escaped his lips, drawing my attention to my best friend. Concern etched across my face, I reached out to him. "What's up?" I inquired, my voice filled with genuine curiosity.
Steve's shoulders slumped, his gaze fixed on the ground. "I feel like an asshole," he admitted, his voice laced with self-blame.
Surprised by his confession, I searched his eyes for answers. "Why?" I questioned gently, hoping to understand his turmoil.
"When the sirens went off, I didn't even think about you," Steve confessed, his words heavy with regret. "We got to the cellar and locked the doors. Nobody noticed you and Billy were gone."
I listened attentively, a mix of understanding and compassion flooding my heart. I reached out, gently placing my hand on his arm. "Steve, it's okay. We lived," I reassured him, my voice filled with reassurance.
His eyes met mine, a glimmer of sadness reflecting in their depths. "And if you didn't? Y/N, I can't imagine a world without you," he confessed, his voice choked with emotion. "Seriously, if they had pulled out your body, I'd..."
I placed a comforting hand on his cheek, my touch meant to convey understanding. "Billy actually protected me," I interrupted softly, wanting to ease his guilt. "He made sure I was okay. We talked and slept through most of the storm."
Steve's eyes widened in surprise, his expression a mix of relief and concern. "I wish I could have been there with you," he whispered, his voice filled with genuine regret.
Squeezing his hand gently, I offered him a small smile. "It's okay, Steve," I reassured him, my words filled with sincerity. "You couldn't have known what would happen."
Steve nodded, a mix of gratitude and sadness in his eyes.
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Steve parked the car in front of my house, and we both sat there for a moment, a mixture of excitement and nerves filling the air. He turned to look at me from the driverโ€™s seat, his eyes searching for reassurance.
"Are you sure this shirt isn't ugly?" he asked, a hint of insecurity in his voice.
I couldn't help but gasp in surprise. "I brought you that shirt," I exclaimed, remembering the day we went shopping together and stumbled upon that particular piece.
He didn't say anything, just stared at me with a mix of gratitude and surprise.
"No, Steve," I reassured him. "You look great. Go enjoy your date. Just make sure she doesn't realize how much of a dumbass you can be sometimes."
A smile played on his lips as he nodded. "I'll call you later."
"I don't need the details," I teased, rolling my eyes playfully.
He waved goodbye and drove off, leaving me standing in front of my house wearing one of Steve's old shirts and a pair of shorts. I watched as his car disappeared down the street, feeling a mix of happiness for him and a tinge of loneliness.
Just then, the sound of a car engine caught my attention. I turned and saw Billy parking his blue Camaro a few houses away. My heart skipped a beat as I watched him step out of the car, his presence commanding attention.
I took a deep breath, adjusting my borrowed shirt, and made my way towards him.
โ€œHey,โ€ I greeted Billy as I approached him, a mix of anticipation and nervousness swirling inside me.
"You weren't here last night," he observed, his eyes scanning me for any signs of explanation.
"No," I replied, raising an eyebrow. "I stayed at Steve's."
Billy's expression flickered, a hint of surprise and something else I couldn't quite decipher. He glanced away momentarily before meeting my gaze again.
"Steve's, huh?" he remarked, his tone laced with a hint of skepticism.
I shrugged, not wanting to delve into the details. "Yeah, we just hung out, talked, and watched some movies. Nothing special."
Billy's eyes lingered on me for a moment longer, as if searching for something beneath the surface. He seemed torn between curiosity and restraint, his usual guarded demeanor wavering.
"Well," he finally said, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. "Guess I'll have to make up for lost time then." A playful glint danced in Billy's eyes as he asked, "Are you going to invite me inside, or do I have to settle for fucking you in my car?"
I smirked, enjoying Billy's playful challenge. "Well, if you're offering, I wouldn't mind the car," I replied with a teasing glint in my eyes.
Billy raised an eyebrow, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. "Is that so?" he responded, stepping closer to me.
Before I could respond, he leaned in, capturing my lips in a searing kiss. The intensity of his touch sent a jolt of electricity through me, igniting a fire that had been smoldering between us
As the kiss deepened, I could feel the hunger and desire building between us, a magnetic force pulling us closer together. The touch of his lips against mine was both passionate and tender, a perfect balance of raw emotion and restrained longing.
Eventually, we pulled apart, our breaths mingling in the air. Billy's eyes bore into mine, his gaze filled with a mixture of desire and vulnerability. It was a silent invitation, an unspoken question hanging between us.
I smiled, the answer clear in my eyes. "Why don't we take this inside?" I suggested, my voice filled with anticipation.
Billy nodded, his grip tightening around his keys. "Lead the way," he murmured, a newfound excitement dancing in his eyes.
As I entered the house, Billy followed closely behind, the anticipation between us growing with each passing moment. I called out, hoping nobody would be home to answer. The absence of any response confirmed that we were alone, adding an extra layer of excitement to the air. โ€œI guess itโ€™s just usโ€
โ€œGoodโ€ Billy responded quickly, pressing me against the wall, a surge of heat coursed through my veins, intensifying the desire between us. His hands explored my body with a hunger that mirrored my own, igniting a fiery passion that consumed us both.
Our lips met in a desperate kiss, a collision of lips and tongues that spoke volumes of the untamed desire we shared. Each touch, each caress sent electric shocks through my body, awakening every nerve ending. I melted into his embrace, surrendering to the intoxicating sensations that enveloped us.
Billyโ€™s touch was both gentle and possessive, his fingertips tracing delicate patterns along my skin, leaving a trail of tingling sensations in their wake. The heat between us grew, fueling an insatiable hunger that seemed to consume us entirely.
As our bodies moved in sync, the rhythm of our desires matched perfectly. Moans and whispers filled the air, mingling with the sound of our racing hearts.
"Where's your bedroom?" Billy asked between kisses, his voice husky with desire.
"It's right over..." I started to respond, but my words were interrupted by a yelp as he effortlessly picked me up, his strength evident. The excitement in his eyes only intensified my own anticipation.
"Tell me," he demanded, his voice laced with a mix of command and desire.
I quickly directed him to my room, my heart racing as we made our way there. The anticipation grew with every step, each one bringing us closer to the privacy we both craved.
As we entered the room, Billy wasted no time in locking the door, ensuring that we were completely alone in our intimate space. The click of the lock echoed through the room, sealing us away from the outside world.
He gently placed me down on the bed, his touch sending sparks of electricity through my body. The hunger in his eyes mirrored my own.
โ€œYou makes my heart thump, my cock hard and my mind dirty. The things I want to do to you should be considered a sin.โ€ Billy mumbled, his gaze fixed on me as I lay on my bed. His words caused a warmth to spread across my cheeks, a blush that betrayed the mix of emotions swirling within me.
Billy shifted his position, his body now hovering above mine, his strength carefully balanced to ensure he didnโ€™t overwhelm me with his weight. As he settled into this new position, his hand gently traced the curve of my bottom lip, his touch eliciting a shiver that ran down my spine.
His gaze locked with mine, his eyes filled with a mixture of desire and tenderness. The touch of his hand on my lip was both electrifying and gentle, a delicate cares.. His fingers traced the outline, as if memorizing every contour, every detail, igniting a fiery longing within me. I felt my breath hitch in anticipation, my heart pounding with a mixture of excitement and nervousness.
โ€œI want you, right nowโ€ I whisper, my lips hovering over his as I grabs the hem of Steveโ€™s shirt, โ€œbut I need to get this off.โ€ Billy nods. Itโ€™s bad enough Iโ€™m about to fuck my best friendโ€™s enemy again, but I donโ€™t want to fuck him with his clothes on.
I lift the large shirt over my head, discarding it to the floor and he dives forward, lips on my neck as he licks, kisses and sucks on my soft skin. My hands are in his hair, pulling his lips from her skin so I can sink my lips over his in a slow, torturous kiss before I pull on my bottom lip with my teeth.
Billy moves away from me, pulling at the string of the shorts and tugging them down my legs. My hands find his broad shoulders as I sit up and balance herself, removing one foot at a time. Billy throws them to the side before his eyes glide up my body, taking every inch of me in until his eyes finally land on mine. My eyes fluttering as I blink, chest rising and falling fast.
Billy tugs my legs forward so iโ€™m sat on the edge of my mattress before pushing his lips against my inner thigh, trailing soft kisses against my hot skin.
โ€œY/Nโ€ He whispers, looking up at me through his lashes, โ€œYouโ€™re mine.โ€
I cant help but nod my head, shallow pants leaving me.
โ€œGood,โ€ He groans, lifting his lips and pressing them on my other thigh, hooking a long finger in the side of the scrap of material and pull it to the side, exposing me. Sinking his teeth into his bottom lip, I watch him fall back on his knees as he reaches for me with his other hand and pushes my lips apart, sucking in a breath through his teeth.
โ€œBilly,โ€ I whisper, as he lifts my leg and place it over his shoulder, then tap my inner thigh of my left leg asking for me to spread out a little.
โ€œRemember what I said before the storm?โ€ He let his eyes find mine. โ€œI said I like it when you say my name. Now sweetheart, I want you to show me how good my name sounds coming off your tongue whilst you cum on mine.โ€
โ€œFuck,โ€ I whisper, as he swipes his tongue through my parted lips, flicking it against my clit then gliding it down, swirling and teasing before his back on the clit, sucking and nibbling. His fingers dig into my sensitive skin, spare hand skimming up to my bare stomach and holding me in place to stop my wriggling.
He buries his tongue deeper, trailing a hand to my other thigh and lift it over his left shoulder, then grip to my waist as he holds me where he wants me.
Slowly grazing his fingers under her ass, he lets them trail down behind me and tease at her opening, edging the tip of two fingers into my soaked pussy which causes my hips to buck forward, as his tongue laps across my sensitive area.
โ€œOh, Billy,โ€ I pant, fingers finding his hair as I tug at the root, pushing him deeper.
Edging a little further into me, I feel him curl his fingers as he rubs my g-spot then slowly begin pumping in and out, matching the strokes of his tongue.
โ€œPlease Billy, I need more,โ€ I begs, and he lifts his mouth from me, so he can look at me, fingers still fucking me.
โ€œThen come,โ€ He smirks, throwing a wink at me as he lurches forward and sinks his tongue between my lips again, sucking on my clit.
Billy teases with a third fingertip causing me to whimper as he slowly slips it in. I constrict around his fingers, pelvis tilting up slightly, giving him better access.
โ€œI knew you were greedy,โ€ He whispers between tongue strokes.
โ€œBilly,โ€ I moans, feeling him tilt his head to the side slightly and press his tongue flat against my clit โ€œShit,โ€ I cry.
โ€œAre you going to come for me?โ€ His fingers fuck faster, harder.
โ€œYes, so fucking hard,โ€ I cry again, fingers knot in his hair. I clench tightly as I grind down on his fingers, hips rocking back and forth slowly and I start to lose control.
I screams his name, pleasure lacing my voice. I feel Billy slide his tongue to her opening, lapping up as the wetness coats his fingers. He pulls away, watching as his fingers continue to fuck me, arousal coats his hand, a few drips running down his wrist and he smirks up at me.
โ€œEnjoying this, sweetheart?โ€ He asks in a raspy tone as he slowly moves my legs down and they tremble in his tight grip. I nod slowly, hazy from the orgasm that ripped through me. I reach between her legs and starts swirling my fingers over my clit.
He keeps his eyes focused on my pussy but just as I gets into it, I make myself stop, reaching for his hand and slipping his fingers out. I lifts them to my lips and sucks the three of them clean whilst keeping my eyes pinned on his. โ€œOh fuck,โ€ Billy moans as pleasure ripples through him.
I grab his chin, fingers tight as I grips, and pulls him to my feet. Billy towers over me, causing my hand to drop.
โ€œNow itโ€™s my turn,โ€ My fingers run under the waistband of his jeans, then hungrily tug them down his toned thighs. I feel my eyes widen, glazing with delight as I looks from his cock to his face, and smiles.
โ€œI want you to take all of me,โ€ Billy grips a fistful of my hair, tipping my head back so she has no option now but to look at him. โ€œDo you understand? Every, single, inch of me.โ€
I nods eagerly, licking my lips.
โ€œGoodโ€ He croons, stepping forwards as he pulls me towards him. My hands wrap around his girthy length as I purse my lips at his tip. My tongue swipes across, licking the precum away then hollowing my cheeks as I take him to the back of my throat. My body lurches forward as I gag, slipping me from her mouth. โ€œTake it slowโ€ฆโ€
I hear Billy choke on his own breath as I push my mouth down my cock, stilling when I get to the base and this time, I donโ€™t gag.
โ€œShit,โ€ He sucks in a harsh breath, and I slip him in and out of my mouth then twirls my tongue at his tip, I flatten my tongue and run it down the underside of his cock.
โ€œY/N,โ€ Billy grits out, head tipping back as he grabs a bigger fistful of her hair, mouth slipping down his. โ€œIโ€™m going to explode,โ€ He moans, moving my head up and down, teeth gently grazing along the sensitive skin. I pull him from my mouth, then spits on him. Rubbing my thumb over the tip of his dick. โ€œFuck. Open your mouth.โ€
I do as he says, sitting on my knees, eyes on him as, waiting with open mouth. I watch as Billy fists himself, keeping eyes locked on me.
His jaw clenches, head falling forward as pleasure consumes him. I just kneel up, taking him in my mouth as he wraps a hand around the back of my head, holding me there as he gently fucks my mouth. Saliva runs down my chin, my moans pushing Billy to continue.
โ€œIโ€™m going to come,โ€ He grits, hips thrusting fast, cock slipping in and out of my mouth sloppily.
His eyes roll in the back of his head as I suck the life from him, lurching forward spurting down the back of my throat.
โ€œFuck!โ€ He roars, a shiver blankets him causing him to shudder. I fall back, wiping the corner of her mouth before standing. Pulling me her towards him, Billy wraps his arms around me. We just stand for a while, completely forgetting where we are, just lost in this moment.
And in the aftermath, as our breaths mingled and our bodies trembled with the intensity of our shared release, we lay intertwined, our hearts still racing in the aftermath of our fiery encounter.
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School returned to its normal routine a week later, and during that time, Billy and I hadnโ€™t crossed paths. The absence of his presence left a lingering sense of anticipation and curiosity within me.
Walking through the familiar hallways, I couldnโ€™t help but steal glances, searching for that familiar mop of dark hair, those piercing blue eyes that had ignited a fire within me.
Billy sauntered into the hallways, his presence commanding attention as his eyes locked with mine. A smile tugged at the corners of my lips. However, before I could fully revel in that moment, my view of Billy was interrupted by the boy from the party, who had approached me.
โ€œHey, Y/N, how are you?โ€ he greeted, trying to engage in conversation.
I offered a polite smile, my mind still lingering on the enigmatic boy who had captured my attention. โ€œUm, fine,โ€ I replied, trying to keep my focus on the present as I opened my locker.
The boy seemed eager, perhaps misinterpreting my friendliness. โ€œI was a little nervous to call, so I was hoping we could just go for dinner and a movie tonight after school.โ€
I hesitated, my thoughts momentarily shifting to the secret moments I had shared with Billy, the secret connection that still lingered.
โ€œOh, sorry,โ€ I began, my voice gentle yet firm, โ€œbut Iโ€™m actually not interested.โ€
His expression faltered, a mix of surprise and disappointment evident on his face. I felt a pang of guilt, understanding that I had inadvertently led him on.
โ€œBut youโ€ฆโ€ he started, his voice tinged with frustration as he reached out and grabbed my arm.
โ€œPlease donโ€™t touch me,โ€ I firmly requested, pulling my arm away from his grasp. It was a clear boundary that needed to be set, a reminder that my consent and personal space were to be respected.
I could feel Billyโ€™s gaze on me as I shut my locker, determined to create distance between myself and the boy who had approached me. With a resolute stride, I made my way down the hall and into an empty classroom, seeking solace in the familiar walls and quiet atmosphere. I sat on a desk near the front, my eyes fixed on the door, silently hoping that Billy would follow.
A minute later, the door cracked open, and I held my breath as Billy slipped inside. There was a mixture of curiosity and concern in his eyes, as if he had sensed something amiss and was now seeking answers.
Without uttering a word, I gestured for him to join me. He closed the door behind him, the sound of it sealing us off from the outside world.
Billy took a few tentative steps toward me, his expression filled with an unspoken question. I met his gaze, my eyes reflecting a myriad of emotions, a mix of uncertainty and longing.
Billy positioned his hands on either side of me. I could feel his touch, his fingers lightly brushing against my thighs, sending a shiver down my spine.
โ€œYours,โ€ I whispered, my voice barely audible in the intimate space between us.
A smug smirk danced on Billyโ€™s lips as he leaned in, closing the distance between us. Our lips met in a passionate kiss, a merging of desire. His hands explored my body, tracing tantalizing paths, leaving a trail of electrifying sensations in their wake.
But just as the intensity between us reached its peak, the sound of the bell echoed through the classroom, signaling the end of our stolen moment. With reluctance, Billy pulled away, his eyes locked with mine, both of us left craving more.
โ€œWeโ€™ll continue this later,โ€ he murmured, his voice laced with a mixture of promise and frustration.
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โ€•ย Virginia Woolf,ย Selected Diaries
Trains are arguably the centre of everything. The sinew of civilisation for muggles and wizards alike. They are where all walks of life converge. Congregate. In synchronised traversal. Shared agony inflicted by the piercing screech of metal on metal, bonding all patrons aboard a carriage. And outside. A passing glimpse of someone you thought youโ€™d never see again. Trains. They change everything.
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โ€” Carrie Underwood, Look at Me
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raccoonspooky ยท 1 year ago
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Heyo I stayed up all night and wrote femdom billy lenz fuck machine porn. Here u go. The little freak gets his prostate milked and he only had to say SO much misogyny about it. ๐Ÿฅฐ
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feverreaver ยท 1 year ago
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What are you, a Mormon?
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84reedsy ยท 7 months ago
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Professional Wrestling, World Wrestling Entertainment, All Elite Wrestling Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Billy Gunn | Kip James/Reader Characters: Billy Gunn | Kip James, Reader
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billysgun ยท 1 year ago
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OH MY GOODNESS! amazing writing!
trust me -- billy the kid x barowner!reader
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hi everyone :) sorry I've been MIA โ€” law school has been kicking my #ass but it's ok. I saw the new thg movie and while IAMNOTACORIOSNOWSTAN but I am a t*m bl*th and the man was so fine in this show. so fine. I've only seen like three fics for this man (maybe I just don't know how to search correctly thats probably my fault) but I was SEARCHING FOREVER and then I just got pissed because I couldn't find any so I wrote almost eight thousand words for this man that is how down bad I was
informal warnings: me. 1) I should be put on a leash 2) I use italics way too much 3) and whatever the fuck this "โ€”" is 4) will i ever give up the female bar owner trope 5) will I ever stop tho? [vanilla ice voice] no, I don't know
as always, the actual warnings: smutty smut smut SMUT!, unprotected sex (1880's bby but you still gotta wrap it before you tap it), violence, guns, bit of gore but like the tiniest bit, virgin!reader, p in v sex, oral sex, bit of a dom!billy, bit of a bratty!sub!reader, overstimulation what can I say I should be put on a leash
anyway.... here's trust me:
when your father diedโ€ฆ it was hard to be sad. he wasnโ€™t very kind and he never seemed to like you very muchโ€ฆ but in his will, being his only surviving kin, he left you money.
a lot of it.
and an old building.
the town it resided in was convenient in the way that many people that were passing through had to stop there. so what did you do? well, the only thing you could do โ€” turn it into a restaurant and boarding house.
the money he left behind was used to fix up the place and pay your employees.
within a few weeks time, your place was up and running with very little vacancy. families and important people were always in your bar or comfortably in their rooms. never had you ever thought someone could be as lucky as you.
until one day. that day.
you worked alongside your employees but flipped between positions. sometimes you were a hostess, ran the front desk, a bartender, or anything else that needed tending to. in response, many people did not know you were the owner โ€” and, therefore, some people treated you like you werenโ€™t.
mainly gross old men, which you could handle. however, when a young, strong, and tall man challenged you?
that was dangerous. too dangerous.
even a fake wedding ring didnโ€™t steer them away.
on that day, a young blacksmith had found his way into your bar. he was handsy with you much of the night, and you tried your best to steer him away. it wasnโ€™t until you pulled a knife on him that he finally let up. it didnโ€™t look like anyone saw, but still โ€” you were scared and worried. would people think you classless, for pulling a knife on a patron? would they see you as weak? would they notice that the alcohol you served brought in too rowdy of a crowd? would they stop venturing in?
you thought no one noticed, and tried to convince yourself of that fact โ€” but you were wrong.
when you were closing for the night, mostly everyone had left. a small group of men usually stayed until close โ€” and you didnโ€™t mind. they drank well, paid their tab, and were mostly quiet and polite. you didnโ€™t know any of their names โ€” but it was usually bad when you did know a patronโ€™s name, so you liked them.
you had your back turned to the front of the bar, stacking bottles, when someone cleared their throat from behind you.
โ€œmaโ€™am?โ€
you turned around.
a tall, fair skinned man with a hat stood before you. his clothes were old and worn, and his fingernails reflected that he was a hard worker during the day. that type of exhaustion was also reflected in his eyes.
but, damn... his face? no one could deny that that man was handsome.
you smiled. โ€œanother drink, sir?โ€
โ€œno. thank you.โ€ he paused for a moment, keeping your gaze. โ€œi wanted to check if you were alright.โ€
you immediately knew what he was talking about, but kept your face stoic. โ€œyes, sir, thank you.โ€
he looked like he wanted to say something, but struggled with how to word it. โ€œhe usually a problem?โ€
you clenched your jaw. โ€œheโ€™sโ€ฆ heโ€™s fine. too much drink, โ€˜sโ€™all. gets the best of working men. canโ€™t blame โ€˜em.โ€ you swallowed, trying to keep your anxiety at bay. who was this man and why did he care? was he a friend of the man? โ€œyou sure thereโ€™s nothing i canโ€™t get for you?โ€
โ€œsome wouldn't blame โ€˜em.โ€ he ignored your question. his bright blue eyes held your gaze. โ€œi would.โ€
you forced a tight lipped smile. with a laugh, you joked, โ€œiโ€™llโ€ฆ be fine, sir. thank you. thought a fake wedding ring would do the trickโ€ฆ gotta think of something else now.โ€
he smiled, but in a sad way. โ€œi was going to ask if your husband ever checked in on the place.โ€
โ€œno husband,โ€ you affirmed with a sigh. you introduced yourself, and then asked, โ€œwhatโ€™s your name?โ€
โ€œwilliam h. bonney, maโ€™amโ€ฆ but you can call me billy.โ€
โ€œnice to meet you, billy,โ€ you smiled. โ€œand, please โ€” donโ€™t call me maโ€™am.โ€
โ€œalright.โ€ he returned your smile. โ€œthe men behind meโ€ฆ we run a sort of โ€” security detail for part time work. if you ever wanted to hire us, we could have a man here when we can spare.โ€
you nodded, contemplating your offer. he explained the per diem, and you immediately agreed.
โ€œif your man can keep this place safe with little bloodshed, iโ€™ll even throw in a free bottle a day,โ€ you countered.
and that was how your business with billy the kid and his men began.
the men that came along were usually polite and quiet, and mostly stayed at the edge of the bar. they watched for problems, and slowly but surely your fear had begun to subside. there was a minor scuffle one day, where a man had cracked a glass and cut you with itโ€ฆ but billyโ€™s man had stopped him before he could do anything else. you didnโ€™t hold it against billyโ€™s guy โ€” you cared about your business and if the business got bloody, not so much yourself.
billy, on the other handโ€ฆ did not agree.
one day, bright and early, he parked himself at the middle of the bar where you stood behind the counter.
โ€œrarely see you for detail,โ€ you smiled, wiping down a glass. โ€œmuch less this early. breakfast, mr. bonney?โ€
โ€œbilly, maโ€™am,โ€ he responded. โ€œbreakfast does sound fine.โ€
you laughed. โ€œi hate when you call me maโ€™am.โ€
โ€œdonโ€™t much like it when you call me mister,โ€ he quirked an eyebrow. billy was a rather emotionless and hard man, but you could tell he was joking.
you laughed again. โ€œsteak and eggs for billy, coming right up.โ€
the rest of the day went on peacefully, and you kept billyโ€™s glass full. he was quiet and didnโ€™t talk much, which you werenโ€™t too keen about. he was mysterious, tall, dark and handsome โ€” which was usually a bad combination. you knew it was, and you shouldโ€™ve cared โ€” but you didnโ€™t.
as you were filling billyโ€™s glass into the later hours of the afternoon, you finally bucked up the courage to ask him a question.
โ€œso why did you stop in today?โ€ you asked. โ€œnot that i mind. i just have only seen you when you come in at night.โ€
โ€œwe made a deal, sweetheart,โ€ he responded. your eyes perked up at the nickname. you didnโ€™t hate the nickname โ€” but you hated yourself a wee bit for how much you liked hearing billy call you it. โ€œthe man i sent here was supposed to make sure he kept you from harm โ€” he didnโ€™t hold up his end on the deal.โ€
โ€œit was kept quiet from the other patrons,โ€ you responded. โ€œthatโ€™s all i really care about. iโ€™m a woman in the restaurant and boardinghouse business โ€” stuff like that is bound to happen. no need to be hard on him.โ€
โ€œyou keep my menโ€™s glasses too full for them to let slip ups like that happen,โ€ he replied. โ€œhe knew better. should've acted better.โ€
โ€œyouโ€™re the boss, billy,โ€ you sighed with a smile. โ€œiโ€™m just the bartender.โ€
โ€œdamn good bartender at that,โ€ he spoke. โ€œtoo good.โ€
you giggled, and grew ashamed rather quickly at how much you enjoyed his company. you didnโ€™t know him well, noโ€ฆ but damn, was it nice to have him around.
the rest of the night was rather quiet. a few families had stepped in and out, and a few meetings were being held where the tables sat. that was until the blacksmith that started this whole thing came in and sat himself only a stool away from billy.
you threw a look at billy, but he didnโ€™t meet your eyes. his peripheral vision was already on the man. billy remembered him, and you couldnโ€™t say fondly.
โ€œwhiskey, sweetheart,โ€ he grunted. โ€œleave the bottle.โ€
you sighed. a quiet day was going to turn into a rough night in a matter of a few moments.
โ€œmr. martin, i canโ€™t leave the bottle unless you settle your tab from the nights prior,โ€ you answered. โ€œi can get you a double and add it on, though, if thatโ€™s alright with you?โ€
โ€œthatโ€™s not alright with me, girl,โ€ he grunted again, glaring you down. โ€œleave the damn bottle!โ€
you stood your ground. โ€œthereโ€™s a bar across the street, mr. martin.โ€
โ€œyou donโ€™t want my business, that it, sweetheart?โ€
โ€œnot much business if you donโ€™t pay," you quipped.
through gritted teeth, he spat, โ€œleave. the damn. bottle.โ€
โ€œpay. the. tab.โ€
he went to catch you by the arm, but you were too quick. you anticipated his antics this time. you snatched an empty bottle, and broke the base of it in the sink. you put the broken, jagged edge of the neck of the bottle in between the two of you. your eyes were wild โ€” you could feel it, and both men could definitely see it. startled, he drew back.
โ€œthis is the only bottle youโ€™re getting with that attitude.โ€
that was when billy stood up and walked towards the man. the thuds of his boots, though few considering the short distance, were deafening in the mostly silent bar. you may have had a makeshift weapon, but billy? billy the kid? everyone knew what he had on him.
โ€œtime for you to leave, friend.โ€
the man laughed. โ€œfriend? whoโ€™s my friend to tell me when i need to leave?โ€
โ€œthe one whoโ€™s a quicker draw than you, that's who." his answer was slow and cool โ€” too calm, which only made the shiver of a threat run up and down your spine faster.
the man, all talk, clenched his jaw as he stared at billy. he slapped the tab money on the top of the bar, and walked out.
you didnโ€™t let out a sigh of relief until the man left.
but billy was the one that spoke first. โ€œwas going to step in immediatelyโ€ฆ but you held your own. they need to respect you before theyโ€™re scared of me.โ€
you laughed. โ€œlittle does he know iโ€™m all talk as well.โ€
โ€œwith that bottle?โ€ he chuckled. โ€œsweetheart, even i was scared.โ€
โ€œyou threatened him with a gunโ€ฆ i donโ€™t think anything scares you, billy,โ€ you asked. โ€œthank you for stepping in.โ€
โ€œโ€˜s my job.โ€
โ€œi knowโ€ฆ but still,โ€ you spoke.
you were continuing to close before he spoke again.
โ€œwhat made you want to start this place?โ€ he asked.
โ€œmy father passed a few moons before i opened this place,โ€ you responded. โ€œno parents, no husband โ€” thought i might try this out.โ€
โ€œmy ma wanted to start a place like this,โ€ he replied. โ€œnever got the chance.โ€
you nodded with a sad smile. โ€œdidnโ€™t know herโ€ฆ but i think sheโ€™d be proud of how you handled that. donโ€™t think heโ€™ll be much trouble anymore.โ€
โ€œsheโ€™d think iโ€™m trouble with how full the lovely bartender keeps my glass,โ€ he spoke, but looked like he instantly regretted it. โ€œmy apologies, i shouldnโ€™tโ€™ve โ€” the whiskey โ€”โ€œ
โ€œyouโ€™re fine,โ€ you laughed, your blush pinching your cheeks. as you walked away, you threw over your shoulder, โ€œhopefully your ma wouldnโ€™t mind that i keep her sonโ€™s glass full for his good workโ€ฆ nor that i think her sonโ€™s handsome.โ€
from that day forward, billy was always the man who sat at your bar.
he always greeted and made pleasant conversation with you, and glared at any man that got too aggressive with you. if looks could killโ€ฆ billy would never need what he held in his holster.
youโ€™d giggle to yourself after the creepy men would walk away. youโ€™d never knowโ€ฆ but when billy would hear your giggle afterwards, heโ€™d smile, too.
but he kept that to himself.
however, slowlyโ€ฆ he was becoming more comfortable with your company.
โ€œso why didnโ€™t you marry?โ€ he one day asked randomly.
you were wiping down a glass when you got lost in the thought. โ€œwhen thereโ€™s a nice one thatโ€™s interestedโ€ฆ maybe. havenโ€™t already because there arenโ€™t very many nice ones. it was very convenient when you started keeping the bad ones away.โ€
to your dismay, he didnโ€™t say anything in response.
but you had gotten comfortable with his company, too. too comfortable.
โ€œand why isnโ€™t there a mrs. bonney, billy?โ€
โ€œsheโ€™d get jealous about how much time i spend with you,โ€ he responded.
there was very little emotion in his voice, and you were afraid of reading into what he was saying. was he returning your flirtations? was he telling you that you were a drag? to answer your own question, you jokingly said, โ€œwell if iโ€™m too much trouble, mr. bonney, you are more than welcome to have another one of your men step in.โ€
โ€œwell, maโ€™am โ€”โ€œ he began. โ€œthen iโ€™d get jealous of how much time they were spending with you.โ€
you couldnโ€™t hide the blush that rose into your cheeks. billy looked upon your face with a small smile tugging at his lips, and his gaze didnโ€™t waver.
โ€œkeep talking like that, billy, and iโ€™ll become trouble for you,โ€ you raised an eyebrow at him.
โ€œcanโ€™t say iโ€™d mind much,โ€ he responded, taking a sip of his glass, but holding eye contact with you.
if you werenโ€™t frozen, you wouldโ€™ve pulled yourself over the bar right then and then and planted yourself in his lap. you wouldโ€™ve flung his glass to the floor, and wouldnโ€™t have cleaned it up until you had kissed every inch of that man. you wouldโ€™ve responded, but you couldnโ€™t...
that was when billyโ€™s men had stepped into the bar.
the air immediately darkened. the blonde one, named jesse, had led the pack as they stalked in. billy immediately flipped around to see what the problem was.
โ€œsweetheart, give us a minute,โ€ billy asked, calling over his shoulder.
billy never gave you orders, let alone in your own bar. however, if he was asking you toโ€ฆ you figured you should probably listen. you left the bar and went into the back. most of your employees had left for the night, so you helped the remaining ones clean up. it would be a few minutes or so before billy had come back into the kitchen to find you. you went back into the bar with him.
โ€œiโ€™ll be back before you close,โ€ he spoke. โ€œlock the doors.โ€
a second order. something he never did in the first place. something was wrong. you didnโ€™t pryโ€ฆ you just scrunched your eyebrows in response.
โ€œsomethingโ€™s up,โ€ he spoke. he pressed a quick kiss to your cheek before he turned to leave. โ€œiโ€™m takinโ€™ care of it.โ€
there you stood, absolutely stunned. billy and his men left the bar with haste and didnโ€™t look back. you, on the other hand, stood frozenโ€ฆ unable to leave the spot where you had billy the kid, known for his deadly skills, kiss you on the cheek.
you finally moved, reluctantly, but only to close up.
it would be close to an hour before billy finally came back. a few of his friends came with him, and they dragged in a man on their shoulder who was grunting in pain. blood was pouring from his leg, and you immediately went for the medical supplies you kept hidden under the counter. you grabbed two bottles of whiskey for good measure, arguably also a part of your makeshift kit.
โ€œput him down on the table,โ€ you gushed. his men were stunned to see you hustling, but they didnโ€™t hesitate to rest their friend. you immediately took a look at the manโ€™s leg, and were thankful to see that there would be no permanent damage. you shoved a bottle at jesse, and stated, โ€œmake him drink this.โ€
jesse had unscrewed the bottle and helped his friend drink before you fished out the bullet. thankfully no arteries were punctured, but it would be some time before he was good again. you cleaned up the man the best you could, and asked if any of the men needed anything.
โ€œno, maโ€™amโ€ฆโ€ jesse responded. โ€œwe were going to bring him here and do it ourselves, your place was closestโ€ฆ so thank you.โ€
you smiled at him. โ€œtake the bottles. need it more than me.โ€
he tipped his hat to you.
โ€œjesse,โ€ billy began. โ€œyou and the boys head home.โ€
without question, jesse nodded. they helped their friend to his feet and left with a goodbye. even though they left, the unsettling feeling of the room hadnโ€™t changed. billy seemedโ€ฆ different. heavier. he wasnโ€™t the same man that had kissed you on the cheek before he had left.
you turned to him. โ€œi wonโ€™t pry, but โ€”โ€œ
โ€œgood,โ€ he spat, turning to you. billyโ€™s eyes bore into yours like you were one of the problem men at your bar. โ€œdonโ€™t.โ€
a look of hurt flashed across your face. you could feel it. โ€œyouโ€™re looking at me like i did something.โ€
โ€œi told you to lock the door,โ€ he spat again, his look of anger unwavering.
you had only seen billy's eyes that wide and that angry when there was someone being cruel to you. the thought made you shiver.
โ€œhow would you have gotten back in?โ€ you asked.
โ€œknocked,โ€ he bit.
you narrowed your eyes at his curt response. โ€œi had a feeling something was wrong. if i had waited to unlock, i couldnโ€™t have gotten that bullet out as fast as i did.โ€
โ€œdoesnโ€™t matter,โ€ he bit. โ€œhow am i supposed to keep you safe if you wonโ€™t listen to me?โ€
you scrunched your brows together in confusion. โ€œbillyโ€ฆ whatever happened where you were, it wasnโ€™t here. i couldโ€™ve gone to bedโ€ฆ but i stayed up. waiting for you.โ€
โ€œand what if someone came in, huh? what then?โ€ he hollered. โ€œwhat would you have done then?! what would i have done if you had gotten hurt?โ€
you shook your head in disbelief. you couldnโ€™t believe billy was speaking to you with such disdain. โ€œwith the way youโ€™re talking to me, billy โ€” sounds like youโ€™re used to women who donโ€™t pull knives on creepy men, hold broke bottles to their necks โ€” or fish bullets out of legs when i donโ€™t know why he was shot in the first place. youโ€™re used to those kind of women, and have a problem with me? maybe you should go back to them.โ€
you immediately turned away from him, beginning to walk towards the bar. billy was hot on your heels when he reached out to grab your wrist and turned you around.
he grabbed both sides of your face and pressed his lips to yours.
you wanted to scream at him, throw fists at his chest, push him away โ€” anything to let you know how he hurt you, how he wronged you... but you couldn't.
no. you couldn't.
you were so stunned you stood frozen in place as his lips moved against yours. you loosely held his wrists in your hands, and kissed him back.
โ€œdonโ€™t want those girls, darlinโ€™,โ€ he spoke, breathless, in between kisses. โ€œknew you were a real woman the first time i saw you. the kind that puts the fear of god into you, but looks at you with such a sweetness in her eyes that you canโ€™t look away.โ€
โ€œbetter believe it, bonney,โ€ you spat, half joking. โ€œyouโ€™ve seen how quick i am.โ€
โ€œi know, darlinโ€™, i know,โ€ he whispered, kissing you once more. โ€œi also know i was wrong to speak to you the way i did.โ€
โ€œshut your damn mouth and kiss me,โ€ you replied, pulling him closer to you.
โ€œyes, maโ€™am,โ€ he playfully responded, and you slapped his shoulder.
billy had backed you up against the wall and pressed his body towards yours. you stood on your toes to reach him, and even then he had to lean down a foot or two.
โ€œbillyโ€ฆโ€ you began, pulling away. โ€œiโ€™ve neverโ€ฆ but if you wouldnโ€™t think less of me, we could go upstairs. to my room.โ€
โ€œiโ€™d never think less of you,โ€ he spoke, shaking off your comment. โ€œbutโ€ฆ whatโ€™dโ€™ya mean, โ€˜never?โ€™โ€
โ€œiโ€™ve never been with a man, billy,โ€ you responded, suddenly embarrassed.
he was quiet for a moment, before stating, โ€œyou sure you want it to be with me?โ€
you nodded. โ€œifโ€ฆ if you want to, that is.โ€
he didnโ€™t respond to your statement, he just kissed you. he kissed you with every emotion you didnโ€™t think he ever possessed โ€” raw, hot, desperate emotion that held you close and tight to him. the heat and the intensity made your brain swim, but you could only care so much when billy the fucking kid wanted you.
he slipped an arm around your shoulders and then underneath your knees before he picked you up. you bit back a squeal before you threw your arms around his neck.
โ€œlight as a feather, sweetheart, donโ€™t you worry,โ€ he spoke.
โ€œall that steak i been feeding you?โ€ you joked.
โ€œmy belt canโ€™t help it if my woman feeds me well,โ€ he replied, almost at the top of the stairs.
โ€œyouโ€™re a flirt,โ€ you giggled.
you pointed him towards your room. once in, he laid you down on the bed and laid on top of you. his body was warm and sturdy over yours, and you couldnโ€™t help but feel warm. his hips were pressed against yours, but you couldnโ€™t feel him through your dress. you grew frustrated at the thought.
you made quick work to undue his shirt, and billy was quick to catch on. he pulled away to take off his shirt, and you tried to take off your corset with his help.
โ€œdamn death trap,โ€ he spat, fussing.
you giggled. he was cute when he was flustered, but nothing compared to the way he was looking hungrily down at you. you were completely bare before him, and you shouldโ€™ve been embarrassedโ€ฆ but shame wasnโ€™t present in this moment. the only thing you registered was how billy looked down at you โ€” with adoration in his eyes as they raked down your naked form.
โ€œwill youโ€ฆโ€ you began. โ€œwill you show meโ€ฆ how to pleaseโ€ฆ you?โ€
โ€œanother time, sweetheart,โ€ he spoke, stealing a quick kiss from you. โ€œi need my head between those legs of yours.โ€
โ€œyou-you donโ€™t have to โ€”โ€œ you spoke. โ€œi know thatโ€™s not something โ€” that boys โ€”โ€œ
โ€œyeah โ€” boys.โ€ billy snapped, glaring at you. โ€œreal men want to taste their women.โ€
that shut you right up.
billy wedged himself in between your thighs and spread your folds. it caused a sharp intake of breath on your part, but you didnโ€™t realize what you were in for. billy flattened his tongue, and licked a long stripe up your slit. your teeth sank into your lip at the foreign feeling that cause so much warmth to make your veins twitch.
โ€ฆbut when billyโ€™s nose had nudged a specific spot at the top of your slit โ€” your legs jerked.
โ€œwhat โ€” what โ€”โ€œ you stammered.
โ€œshh,โ€ billy cooed, slightly laughing. โ€œi forgot how sensitive you were. my apologies, sweetheart.โ€
you trusted billy, sure, but you had never felt anything like that before in your life. the jerking motion of your legs was involuntary and made you fearful. billy could see the fear written on your face.
โ€œthat spot that i touched, that you felt?โ€ he asked.
his eyes were so wide and meaningful you felt like you could melt in them. you brought yourself up to your elbows and hummed in acknowledgement.
โ€œthat is the most sensitive part of a woman, and if i play it just right โ€”โ€œ ever so lightly, you felt his middle finger and ring finger touch the spot. you shivered at the feeling, but you didnโ€™t flinch like last time. you held his gaze as the warmth began to spread inside you. โ€œi can make you feel better than youโ€™ve ever felt.โ€
billy bent over your body and held himself up with extended arm planted firmly by your side. he swiped the two fingers over his tongue to lubricate them, and brought them right back to where they were. you both watched his fingers play at the most sensitive part of you, and your lip began to quiver.
โ€œlook at me, sweetheart.โ€
your eyes glanced back up to him.
like you thought before, if angry looks could killโ€ฆ anyone would die by just a look from billy the kid. however, what would they say about the way heโ€™s looking at you now? with his plump lips parted, and his eyes wild and hungry? you didn't know... but you knew you would find out.
โ€œyโ€™trust me?โ€ he asked.
you hummed in agreement, nodding.
โ€œsay it.โ€
you sharply inhaled, caught off guard by his order. โ€œyes, billy โ€” i trust you.โ€
instead of leaning back down to plunge his face in between your thighs, he kissed you. his lips connected with yours in one of the most dominating ways you ever thought a man could. with his hand playing between your thighs, he swallowed every moan and cry you struggled to keep hidden inside of you. billy was breathing hard against you โ€” relishing in how it felt to have you so vulnerable and close to him.
that was when his fingers picked up speed.
and, godโ€ฆ did it feel damn good.
โ€œb-billy,โ€ you whimpered. โ€œfeelsโ€ฆโ€
โ€œstill trust me?โ€
โ€œyes,โ€ you cried, screwing your eyes shut. โ€œyes, itโ€™s justโ€ฆโ€
he leaned his head down so his mouth was right by your ear. his breaths were hot against your ear, and you hummed at the feeling. your hand played with the curls at the nape of his neck, tugging at the roots.
โ€œfuck โ€” you takinโ€™ what iโ€™m givinโ€™ to you, darlinโ€™,โ€ he rasped, then continued, โ€œdrives me insane.โ€
you could barely hear what he was saying, nor could you respond. your head was swimming with the weight of billy so close to your naked body, holding you down and safe, with those skilled fingers of his working you like you were a damn trigger. you were a whimpering, crying mess โ€” and billy loved every second of it.
โ€œsomething โ€” feels โ€”โ€œ
โ€œdโ€™ya want me to stop?โ€ he asked, breathless.
โ€œno,โ€ you whimpered, confused how the warmth inside you felt like it was going, going, going. you didnโ€™t know where it started, where it was going, and definitely didnโ€™t know where it ended. you were worried that you were going to explode โ€” but you didnโ€™t understand. โ€œsomething feels โ€” like iโ€™m โ€” iโ€™m going โ€”โ€œ
โ€œlet it happen, sweetheart.โ€ his kisses were wet and sloppy along the skin of your throat. he nipped at the skin, and that only sent you into more of a frenzy. โ€œthatโ€™s right, darlinโ€™. thatโ€™s it. trust me. iโ€™ve got you.โ€
and that was it.
the thing โ€” billyโ€™s words, that sent you toppling over whatever metaphorical edge you could think of to describe it. it felt like white, hot sparks went off behind your closed eyelids and were going off on every nerve ending in your body. whimpers left your bitten lips like you were a babe, and your back arched off the bed. distantly, you could hear billy cooing with excitement, laughterโ€ฆ and praise.
a light sheen of sweat was on both of you, and billy had never looked better. his musk was wafting through the air and had completely taken over your senses. you felt like the only thing in the room was billy and the only thing in the world that mattered was billy. men got drunk off whiskey, but you? you got drunk off of that pure, unfiltered scent and look of a masculine man who showed you how to experience the pleasure of a woman you had never known.
โ€œfuckโ€ฆโ€ you whimpered as you came down from your high. you tried pushing billyโ€™s hand away, but you were so weak you didnโ€™t think you could.
โ€œsorry, darlinโ€™,โ€ he laughed, kissing your throat again. โ€œgot selfish. wanted to keep seeing that pretty look on your face.โ€
it was difficult for you to find words, let alone enough for an adequate response. โ€œbillyโ€ฆ thatโ€ฆ that feltโ€ฆโ€
โ€œiโ€™m gonna be trouble for you now.โ€ he stole a kiss. โ€œnothing better than seeing you below me, like thatโ€ฆโ€
โ€œi want you to feel good, too,โ€ you began. โ€œplease, billy? i wanna see you, too.โ€
his lips formed a tight line. โ€œi donโ€™t want it to hurt you.โ€
โ€œfirst time doesnโ€™t always hurt,โ€ you spoke. โ€œno one says the second time hurts.โ€
he smiled at that, and began to roll on top of you. you stopped him, and gestured for him to sit up against the headboard. he was hesitant at first, but he did it anyway. you hovered your hips above his before licking one of your palms and gliding it over the tip of his length. you stroked him a few times, and a soft moan left his lips at the feeling.
โ€œi can keep going,โ€ you spoke, throwing a sultry look up at him. โ€œi want to make you feel good.โ€
โ€œno, doll,โ€ he rasped. โ€œtoo selfish. need to see that pretty face of yours do what it does again.โ€
you pouted for a short moment before you lifted your hips above his length and began to sink down. you could feel a slick leaking from your folds, which made you feel better about actually getting him inside you.
โ€œgo slow,โ€ he ordered suddenly. โ€œyou stop if it hurts, got it?โ€
you nodded, half ignoring him.
but it didnโ€™t hurt.
the first inch didnโ€™t hurt. the second didnโ€™t. the third, the fourth, the fifth, sixth, โ€” you lost count. billy was so big and filled you so nicely that you were so greedy with how you sank down into him. you couldnโ€™t have cared less about what he said before about going slow โ€” all you needed was to feel all of him completely.
โ€œyou didnโ€™t listen โ€”โ€œ he grunted, slightly mad. โ€œyouโ€™re so lucky you feel good, fuck โ€” youโ€™re so tight โ€”โ€œ
โ€œso what if i didnโ€™t listen, mr. bonney?โ€ you smiled coyly at him, a sudden bout of confidence coming over you. maybe it was the post orgasm glow, maybe it was the new feeling of having the most perfect man inside of you โ€” you werenโ€™t sure. โ€œyou feel โ€” so good.โ€
โ€œdonโ€™t get bold on me, sweetheart,โ€ he smirked.
you didnโ€™t listen. you picked up your pace, rocking your hips back and forth to what felt good inside of you.
billyโ€™s cock liked that, sure โ€” but he didnโ€™t. you could see the mental turmoil on his face as his neglected cock was finally getting the attention it deserved, but his hothead person didnโ€™t like that his girl was getting smart on him.
that was when billy flipped you over onto your back, much to your dismay. you liked putting on a show for him and doing all the work for a change.
โ€œyou wanna act like that, darlinโ€™, huh?โ€ he asked in your ear with a raspy, lust filled voice. โ€œnot gonna listen to me?โ€
โ€œit just felt so good, billy, please โ€”โ€œ you were whining at this point, pissed he had taken away that feeling.
โ€œoh, youโ€™re a greedy thing, that right?โ€ he taunted. โ€œgets one fuckinโ€™ taste, and now she canโ€™t get enough?โ€
you shook your head, desperate for something โ€” anything. โ€œso greedy, baby. please, billy โ€” please just fuck me.โ€
his hips snapped against you. hard.
maybe it shouldโ€™ve hurt โ€” but fucking christ, it didnโ€™t. it felt so good to have his strong, forceful hips thrust against yours and hit that spot so deep inside of you.
โ€œyou like that?โ€ he asked, taunting you. โ€œthatโ€™s what my greedy girl wanted? โ€” needed?โ€
his hips were relentlessly snapping against yours now as he hovered above you by holding himself up on his elbows. the sight of his broad and strong chest and shouldersโ€ฆ enough to make any woman weak. a firm crease was in his brow, signaling he was struggling to keep up his mean persona.
โ€œyes โ€” yes โ€”โ€œ you cried. โ€œbilly, youโ€™re so deep โ€” it feels โ€” fuck, you canโ€™t stop billy. please โ€”โ€œ
โ€œsweetest fuckinโ€™ pussy,โ€ he grunted. โ€œsqueezing me so tight.โ€
โ€œright there โ€” thatโ€™s the spot, baby,โ€ you bit your lip to keep your voice down.
billy leaned his forehead against yours, and his exhales fanned against your face. little moans were escaping his lips as well, but nothing like yours. instead, he spat, โ€œcouldnโ€™t let me be nice to you and fuck you sweet, huh? had to get smart on me?โ€
you could barely hear him. billyโ€™s usual raspy, and commanding voice was enough to make anyone stand at attention โ€” but now? now you were some cockdrunk whore who didnโ€™t care how she got what she wanted, only that she did. his thrust were hard and fast, hitting a deep spot in you that was making that warmth swell up in you again.
โ€œdidnโ€™t want sweet, billy,โ€ you whimpered. โ€œwanted you to use me just like this.โ€
you werenโ€™t sure what came over you โ€” and billy wasnโ€™t sure either. his thrusts didnโ€™t falter, but he couldnโ€™t understand how the pretty, innocent looking bartender could be so fucking naughty โ€” but only for him. a sense of pride had never welled up inside him like that before, knowing that he was the only one who got to see the prettiest girl in town keen for someoneโ€™s touch like this.
his touch. only his touch.
โ€œgonna be the fuckinโ€™ death of me,โ€ he spat against your ear. โ€œshouldโ€™ve known youโ€™d be such a good girl for me โ€” taking my cock like this. can you cum around my cock like this? gonna be the best girl โ€” and show me how that pussy tightens around me?โ€
the curse words billy drew from you were not your sunday best, but they made billyโ€™s guttural groans against your throat and ear that much more enticing. you were both covered in sweat, spit, and slick โ€” and nothing had ever felt better. you were close, so close โ€” and all you wanted was to see him finish so you could see it for yourself.
โ€œbilly, iโ€™m so close โ€”โ€œ you cried. โ€œbut i wanna โ€”i wanna see you โ€”โ€œ
โ€œshhh,โ€ he cooed. โ€œgonna take what i give you, sweet girl.โ€
he sent a hand in between your bodies, and started playing with that spot that had made you explode the last time. you almost protested, but there was nothing like having a man buried so deep inside you do whatever he could to make sure you felt the best you could. you whined, you cried, you screamed, fuck โ€” you did everything to let him know that you were close, billy, iโ€™m so close, please, iโ€™m begging, please donโ€™t stop, and billy refused to look away from your beautiful face as you came undone below him once more.
with your beautiful hair fanned out around you, billy thought you looked ethereal as your second orgasm overtook you. there was something about the way your eyes fluttered softly closed, but broken gasps left your lips like you were so far gone in pleasure that you were lost in it. here, beneath him, before him, was a woman he had spent so much time protecting, so worried about her safetyโ€ฆ all he wanted to do was make her feel good. when your limbs began to quiver, knowing you were so deep in your orgasm that you were at the peak, billy couldnโ€™t help himself. he knew you were sensitive, he knew how it would be too much, he knew he shouldn't โ€” but he had to. he was so, so selfish with his greedy girl.
his fingers kept spinning circles on your pink rosebud, and it was like the white light behind your eyes couldnโ€™t stop. you were gasping for air โ€” begging, pleading, hoping, wishing. it was so much. it was too much. it was everything and anything all at once, and you didnโ€™t realize how far you were falling until tears leaked from your eyes.
he should've hated himself for making you feel so lost, but he didn't. not one bit.
โ€œbilly โ€”โ€œ you cried, shaking. โ€œiโ€™m so โ€” so sensitive โ€”โ€œ
he engulfed you into a long kiss, smiling smugly against your lips. you wouldโ€™ve laughed with him, but you were so weak. so, so weak. he knew how sensitive you were, and stopped his movements completely. you didnโ€™t realize he hadnโ€™t finished with you until he began to pull out of you.
โ€œbilly โ€” you didnโ€™t โ€”โ€œ
โ€œsโ€™alright, darlinโ€™โ€”โ€œ
โ€œno, itโ€™s not,โ€ you said firmly. โ€œteach me how to do โ€” that thing.โ€
โ€œthat... thing?โ€
โ€œwith my mouth.โ€
he hesitated before shaking his head. โ€œi donโ€™tโ€ฆ tonight was a lot โ€” for you.โ€
you narrowed your eyes at him. โ€œboys donโ€™t taste their women, right? men do?โ€
he scrunched his eyebrows together, confused, but nodded anyway.
โ€œand what about real women, billy?โ€ you asked. โ€œyou think they like leaving their men unsatisfied?โ€
his lips parted at a loss. he couldnโ€™t argue with that, could he?
โ€œsit on the edge of the bed,โ€ you spoke, sliding out from under him and finding a place on the floor.
he hesitated, but he didnโ€™t argue with that, either.
you tried to hide your smirk from him.
he'd never tell you he saw it. he also would never tell you he loved it.
"you gonna tell me what to do, or what, cowboy?" you smirked up at him, taunting.
he shook his head, and pursed his lips in a way that he knew you were in over your head. "you're acting bold. let's see if you got a reason to."
you narrowed your eyes at him, but smiled anyway.
you returned your attention to the muscle you were holding in yours hands. it was long and thick โ€” you weren't sure how it fit inside you before, and you definitely weren't sure how you were going to fit it in your mouth.
"too much for you, darlin'?" he quipped.
you shot him a look. "wasn't too much a minute ago, was it?"
you didn't let him respond. you licked the palm of your hand โ€” throwing manners to the wind โ€” and wrapped your hand around the tip and the top of the shaft. you made circular, stroking motions at the top and licked a stripe, like he did to you, up his shaft.
that shut him up.
a long and drawn out fuuuck had left his lips.
you shouldn't've โ€” you knew you shouldn't've.
but you did anyway.
you started to kitten lick at his balls, and you could feel him shift from above you. hot and heavy groans were leaving his lips, to the point where he was incoherent. now that you had found his sweet spot, you'd never let go. just like he didn't.
"fuck, you are naughty," he rasped, voice dry and cracked. "my naughty girl. so good f'me."
you hummed as you wrapped your lips around the skin of his balls. they were warm and salty, and you relished in the taste. billy placed a heavy palm on the back of your head. you realized then and there he was foreign to giving up control โ€” usually you'd give in, but not now. not when he was teasing you before.
you replaced your hand with your lips, and brought him down as far as you could.
from the corner of your eye, you spotted him beginning to fist the sheets.
tears were springing to your eyes, but you didn't care. you wanted to โ€” had to keep going. you wanted this so badly โ€” to take care of him. you needed this, and if he wanted it, too โ€” he was going to give it to you.
you began to bob your head up and down, taking care to mind your gag reflex and teeth. the slurping sounds from your mouth were obscene โ€” as was the drool falling from your lips, down your cheek, and along the skin of your raw neck.
both of billy's hands were on the back of your head now, giving you slightest โ€” almost ghost like โ€” push down. you welcomed it, hoping to show him you could take him far, farther than he thought you could handle.
above, he was going crazy. fucking nuts. his entire body was hot and on fire, and it took every ounce of him to not drag you back up into his lap and impale you on his cock. however... his muscles were tired, and his sweet girl looked so perfect on her knees before him, and who was he to deny her what she wanted so badly โ€” what she earned?
he'd never tell you โ€” but he wanted you to have it more than you wanted it yourself. he wanted you to know that he only felt comfortable enough with you to be in such a vulnerable position like this โ€” pretty woman, teeth so close to his jewels. he wanted you to know that you were setting every nerve, vein, blood vessel on absolute fucking fire with the way your silky tongue slid down the length of his shaft, and the way your tight, warm throat enclosed around his sensitive cock... he wanted you to know how much he adored you, and how much he wanted to give you everything you had ever wanted.
"fuck, sweetheart โ€”" he bit. "I'm so close โ€” you better โ€” pull off โ€”"
"too much for you, cowboy?" she only pulled off for a second, before she put him into the deepest parts of her throat.
the way you teased him set a raw set of anger and adoration through this veins, and he didn't know what to do with it. he was so weak, tired, spent, and fucking horny โ€” he couldn't move, think, or fight back. all he wanted was to cum down this sweet girl's throat and make her his.
"that's it, baby, fuck โ€”" he spat through gritted teeth, the hands on the back of your head encouraging your movements. "right there, right there โ€” fuck."
you held your place, keeping a few inches of him in your mouth. his thick cock throbbed a few times before ropes of white decorated the walls of your throat, and you swallowed every last drop. you pumped him a few more times, for good measure โ€” and also to get back at him for earlier.
"don't be mean to me, baby โ€”" he whined. "come up and lay with me."
you giggled, crawling up the bed to lay next to him.
"gonna tell me how that was?" you asked. "or too proud?"
he chuckled then. his post orgasm glow was so beautiful... for the first time, william h. bonney didn't have a permanent from embedded in his brow. he looked so... peaceful.
"not too proud to admit that was the best I've ever had in my life," he laughed, letting his eyes close. you trailed a hand up and down the soft skin of his chest and stomach before curling up next to him. "going to be proud after i take you to the courthouse tomorrow and make you my wife."
you scoffed at that. "i didn't think cowboys were the settling down type."
"they're not โ€” but i'm no cowboy, sweetheart," he rasped, turning to look at you. "you're it for me โ€” if you'll have me, that is."
you smiled then. a real smile. the type of smile that gave billy hope.
"on one condition," you spoke.
his eyebrows furrowed, but he nodded his head anyway.
"you'll ask me for real in the morning, mr. bonney."
"i'll give you anything you want, mrs. bonney โ€” as long as you're mine."
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effortlessly yours โœง jeon jungkook
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summary: in an effort to catch a break from the people around him, jungkook stumbles into a bar on the other side of town and meets youโ€”the one serving his drinks. things happen quite effortlessly between you and before you knew it, youโ€™ve welcomed him to change your life for the better.
โœง genre/au: banker!jk x bartender!y/n [she/her. afab]. strangers to lovers. smut.
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warnings: smut. heavy plot. oc is lowkey broke as helll and jk is lowkey a chaebol but humble fr ๐Ÿ˜ฉ. princess treatment. beware ocโ€™s ex is taehyung and heโ€™s not great. slow burn. smutโ€”riding. missionary. oral [both receiving]. heavy make outs. heavy petting. breast play. use of protection. needy af. โ€” jkโ€™s friends kinda rude but also not? rich boys. financial problems. mention of economic differences. damn near love at first sight. everyoneโ€™s an ex boyf hater. oc forced to live with ex bc of money. love at first sight? jk is whipped :(. for once heโ€™s not a fighter, heโ€™s just a pretty boy with money to spoil his gf <3
song inspo: wasnโ€™t looking โ€” eliza, love between โ€” kali uchis, blue โ€” billie eilish, salvatoreโ€” lana del rey, I wanna be yours โ€” arctic monkeys
I forgot but god bless @vngelicc for putting up with my constant plot changes and helping me out ๐Ÿ’€
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Many of your nights have been spent at this small place serving drinks to the same people, engaging in the same conversation, going through the same thing. Without a fail youโ€™ve lived in this cycle of mundaneness and it drive you insane.
Nothing ever happened to you and when it did, it was never for the better. Thatโ€™s what youโ€™ve always thought anyway.
โ€œAny Macallan? I'll have a glass,โ€ You stared at the stranger with a blank expression, he met you with an unwavering gaze looking every bit out of place here as you felt.
Heโ€™s asking if you carry an expensive bottle of Bourbon that a place like this could not afford keeping in stock. If you did, no one here would want to pay the price of a glass. Compared to the regulars around the bar he clearly stood out to everyone. The college guys who lived a couple blocks down looked at him just as strangely as the two office workers down the bar did.
โ€œWeโ€™ve got Buchannanโ€™s,โ€ You said plainly, taking his attention away from the aged jukebox in the corner that now had a big screen attached to it. It was your typical bar with its dark countertops, pool tables, darts, et cetera. It was the first place he could find on this side of townโ€”clearly not a place of luxury.
โ€œIโ€™ll take it,โ€ He tried to sound happy about it, biting down at his bottom lip as his phone screen lit up with notifications. He had nearly a dozen texts from close friends asking him what his plans were for tonight but he didnโ€™t want to talk right now and theyโ€™d want to know why.
Soon you had his glass of whiskey in front of him and he was opening a tab while you helped others. You didnโ€™t think much about the man aside from how attractive he looked. Many stragglers found their way here but after one night theyโ€™d return to wherever theyโ€™re from and never look back.
โ€œYou drink that expensive whiskey because you like it or because you can afford it?โ€
An older man spoke up from across the bar, looking at the stranger with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion. Heโ€™s one of those guys that gets a few drinks in him and either wants to spark conversation or a fight. Part of you paid attention to the conversation, part of you looked at the line of messages on your phone.
โ€œIโ€™m sorry?โ€ The guy from earlier asked seemingly unimpressed by the attempt to get to him. The older man was dressed in a dirty t-shirt and flannel while he wore some expensive suit like heโ€™d just gotten off work.
โ€œOr is it to impress?โ€
โ€œImpress who?โ€ A light scoff left his lips, looking around the bar, eyes hesitating on you for a moment. Aside from you there were a few others who might catch his eye but not enough for him to point out or feel the need to impress.
You werenโ€™t even looking at anyone or him for that matter, your attention was solely on your cell phone and by the look on your face, whatever was on there was more important. Your bottom lip was caught between your teeth and your brows began to furrow with concentration as you tried to make sense of what you were seeing.
unknown: can we talk when ur done working?
unknown: itโ€™s about us
What?
โ€œY/n maybe? I doubt any of us are your typeโ€”โ€œ
What? You looked up immediately at the call of your name, ready to make someone another cocktail or close someoneโ€™s tab. Instead you were called in the middle of a conversation that you wanted no part of.
โ€œAnother beer?โ€ You tried to cut in and shut the regular up but it was a useless attempt because everyone around the bar was already staring at youโ€”including the stranger. How did you miss whatever they were talking about? You were too focused on the texts from a certain someone that you had lost attention to people at the bar.
โ€œWhat is your name anyway? Iโ€™ve never seen you here before,โ€ The customer told him, ignoring you and trying to push for more talk. You just sighed and leaned back thinking back to your phone.
โ€œJeon Jungkook,โ€ He said in his usual confident manner, gaze flickering to you for a moment but you were distracted once more, this time typing rapidly. You were pretty, too pretty to be serving these guys on a Tuesday night.
Another man appeared from behind a door holding more bottles of liquor. He looked indifferent to whatever was going on out here but when he looked at you, you said something. Jungkook was more interested to hear what that was than whatever the people around him had to say.
The two of you talked for a while and he distracted himself with his phone.
hobi: doubles tomorrow with jimin and jin? ๐ŸŽพ
jungkook: I couldnโ€™t think of anything worse
jimin: watch urself
jin: and whereโ€™d u run off to tonight
Your coworker, Yoongi, looked at you with concerned eyes. Youโ€™ve known each other long enough to know when somethings wrong and Yoongi was able to tell so fast, โ€œIf you need to make a call just go, Iโ€™ll take over for now.โ€
His friend asked the question heโ€™s been trying to ask himself all night. Howโ€™d he find himself here on the other side of the city with the only people to entertain him being drunks andโ€ฆ you?
โ€œIs he always like this?โ€ Jungkook found himself asking now that the man from earlier had moved on to someone else to bother. You looked ready to run out but stopped to look at him. Yoongi was giving you time to sort whatever problem you had at the moment but now a customer was talking to you.
You shrugged, โ€œYeah but heโ€™s harmless, a little annoying but funny.โ€
jungkook: some bar but Iโ€™m leaving soon
Jungkook looked at you up close now. You wore all black, somewhere between casual but dressed up enough. From what he can tell youโ€™re pretty, like an effortless kind of pretty. You barely cared to engage with him, completely unaware of how he looked you over.
โ€œCan I close my tab?โ€ He asked as he fished for his wallet.
โ€œNo problem, remind me the name,โ€ Yoongi came up from behind you, hand on your back urging you to go and heโ€™ll take care of it. Jungkook looked at him with disinterest as you ran off in a hurry and sighed, โ€œJeon Jungkook.โ€
jungkook: itโ€™s boring
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The place he called home was about thirty minutes away from the bar he visited a few nights ago. He lived on the upper side of the city where buildings towered sky high and rent was at high rates, lavish nightlife and lounge rooms he could spend all night in drinking with his friends. Thatโ€™s why it baffled him to sit somewhere like the place heโ€™d gone to and feel so comfortable. It felt secretive, a mutual understanding of where one goes when they want to be alone and have a drinkโ€”no matter how bad it is. He wouldnโ€™t have been able to do that around here without running into someone.
โ€œHave you decided who your date will be?โ€
No, he had not. In fact it was the last thing on his mind and something Jungkook would prefer to fully ignore. Itโ€™s all heโ€™s heard about for the past month and he doesnโ€™t think he can go any longer talking about it. A date to a charity event hosted by his parents was too overwhelming of a task. They have to be polite, well maintenanced, proper, et cetera. Heโ€™s sure he can call up whatever woman heโ€™d taken on a date these last couple of years but not a single one did he findโ€ฆ good enough? Terrible phrasing but the truth.
โ€œHave you?โ€ Jungkook asked one of his close friends, Hoseok, as the two sat in his office wasting time before they could be done for the day. His office sat on one of the top floors of a national banking center just a few minutes from where he resided. He sat behind his black oak wood desk spinning a pointed leather opener against his notepad creating a small dent in it.
โ€œObviously,โ€ Hobi rolled his eyes playfully, making Jungkook look at him seriously. โ€œWill she be as embarrassing as the one last time?โ€
โ€œI hope not, last yearโ€™s date was a total mess. I couldn't look your parents in the eye for three months,โ€ He said back, sitting down on the black leather daybed just a few feet away from Jungkook. The office was big with tall bookshelves and floor to ceiling windows overlooking skyscrapers and the Han River not too far behind. There was a desktop with two monitors along with a laptop and television, a closet and storage roomโ€”even a few dumbbells and a treadmill in the corner. โ€œDo you know how hard that is when your fatherโ€™s the CFO of the company I work for?!โ€
โ€œI couldnโ€™t imagine the difficulty of that,โ€ Jungkook couldnโ€™t help but chuckle knowing firsthand how his dad can be when he feels disrespectedโ€”especially in front of the press while hosting an important, annual event.
โ€œIโ€™ve got dinner with the girl tonight, sheโ€™s been telling me about this friend whoโ€™s been dying to meet you,โ€ Hoseok said with raised brows, โ€œSheโ€™s pretty hot.โ€
โ€œWho? The girl or her friend?โ€ Jungkook asked, typing away on his desktop, searching for the bar heโ€™d visited the other night. There was very little overview about the place, but he didnโ€™t expect much anyway. It looked like it brought a decent amount of business to get by but nothing more than that. You mustโ€™ve been local to the area or why would you be working there? Hell, for how little you seemed interested in him, he couldnโ€™t stop thinking about you. What was it that got his attention?
โ€œBoth,โ€ Hoseok said in response.
Jungkook let out a small sigh watching the time pass by, โ€œIโ€™ll think about it.โ€
It was unlikely he ever would, he thought, attempting to focus back on his friend and who he was talking about. As arrogant as it might sound, thereโ€™s always someone dying to meet him. Usually it never works out and instead itโ€™s used as a bragging right that they were taken out by him. He would like to meet someone organically, nothing forced or ingenuine. Someone he runs into and charms them without his reputation involved. How could he meet someone like that?
There was moisture lingering in the air as you left the small cafe you worked at during the week. It was midday and you wouldnโ€™t have to be at work again till later tonight so the only thing on your mind was a good sleep.
You barely made it onto the bus when your phone began to ring and you put on your headphones to answer, โ€œHello?โ€
โ€œGreat, youโ€™re alive. I was getting paranoid after the third ring,โ€ Your friend said immediately once the call connected, โ€œAre you off!โ€
โ€œYeah, until tonight,โ€ You told her, staring out the foggy window of the overcrowded midday bus.
โ€œIs Taehyung home? You want to come to mine instead?โ€ Yeaun asked, sounding concerned but you just shook your head no even if she couldnโ€™t see it.
โ€œItโ€™s alright, heโ€™s not home anyway,โ€ You said to her with a sigh, โ€œI live there too and if heโ€™s going to make a problem or it then maybe he should move out sooner.โ€
Yeaun was quiet for a moment, not sure if you were being serious or not. Or course itโ€™s not the first time you and your โ€˜boyfriendโ€”ex boyfriendโ€”boyfriendโ€™ break it off suddenly but this is different. You live with each other now and have for a few months. Why would Taehyung ask you to find a place with him if he was going to end it a few months into the lease? What an asshole.
โ€œAlright, well Iโ€™ll talk to you later, maybe Iโ€™ll stop by the bar and catch up,โ€ Yeaun finally said to which you mumbled back your response and ended the call.
You arrived at an empty apartment with a stack of blankets and pillows on the couch and a large bed with one person claiming it now. You tucked yourself into bed hoping that you ex boyfriend wonโ€™t be home when you wake up.
By the time the sun set and the only plan Jungkook had was to go home, he began to think about the place he visited a few days ago. There was nothing special about it but it was somewhat comfortingโ€”even with some of the elderly regulars getting on his case, he kind of liked it. It was amusing and harmless banter that he could put up with for some time alone. When he was off and his friend asked him to go out for dinner, Jungkook turned him down to drive across town on his own.
Like last time, the same people sat around the bar but a few new faces took up some of the tables scattered around. You stood behind the counter indulging in conversation with the bartender next to you and Jungkook found himself sitting at the corner of the bar top and away from the loudness.
โ€œI see they didnโ€™t scare you off,โ€ You said once you spotted him alone. Thereโ€™s not many new people coming by, especially ones that looked like him so he was easy to remember. He looked at you with rounded, curious eyes and shook his head, โ€œNot yet.โ€
You asked if he wanted the same as last time and once he said yes, you were turning your back to him. Heโ€™s going to be honestโ€ฆ he couldnโ€™t help but stare a little longer this time. You wore a short black skirt with dark stockings and a fitted tee making you seem casual and comfortable but at the same time he thought you were pretty. He couldnโ€™t tell if you were into makeup or not but he assumed youโ€™d be attractive either way. Last time you seemed glum, but tonight you were smiling.
โ€œAm I that forgettable?โ€ Jungkook asked when you made your way back to his side, he nodded toward the old man who bothered him last time and how he barely acknowledged him today. He wonders if he asked because he cared or because he wanted to have something to say. There was nothing better going on and unlike before, tonight he's up for talkingโ€”to you.
โ€œNo, heโ€™s just a Drunk,โ€ You whispered jokingly, moving just a little closer his way. To be honest, he nearly forgot all about you. The two of you had such a small interaction days ago that his life just got in the way. It felt meaningless and like it was never going to happen again but here he is, finding comfort at the little bar you worked at. He couldnโ€™t help but be entertained by it.
โ€œI asked my boss about the bottle you wanted last time and he said we canโ€™t afford it for just one person, so youโ€™re out of luck if you start stopping by more often,โ€ You said casually, looking indifferent but he caught a glimmer of curiosity in your gaze.
โ€œIโ€™ll have to bring you some then,โ€ Jungkook sat up straighter, โ€œGive you a little taste.โ€
โ€œIโ€™m not into whiskey,โ€ You gave him a small shrug, โ€œI prefer the drinks where I canโ€™t taste the alcohol.โ€
That made him laugh a little harder than he needed to, โ€œY/n, right? I think I remember hearing one of them say it.โ€
Your only form of response was a nod of your head but he didnโ€™t mind the lack of enthusiasm. Thereโ€™s something about the way you seem reserved but not scared to talk back to him sort of draws him in. You looked at each other with the same intensity and he wanted to see how long it could go.
โ€œY/n.โ€
You rushed away from him finding whoever needed help and he thought of what to say.
โ€œSo how many nights do you spend working here?โ€ He asked once you came by him again. So far both nights he stumbled into this place youโ€™ve been behind the counter with a blasรจ look to your eyes. It was a shame considering how pretty you were for you to be stuck behind a counter getting stressed over who knows what.
โ€œPractically all of them,โ€ You sighed leaning against the counter.
Jeon Jungkook doesnโ€™t care for meaningless conversation ike this. It was such a waste of time and he always found himself struggling for what to say.
โ€œSo what happened the other night?โ€ He blurted out before he could think clearly. He blames it on the whiskey for sounding so blunt as it rushed to his face. You couldnโ€™t read him as easily as he thought and tried to figure out what he was asking about. The other night?
Oh.
โ€œNothing too concerning,โ€ You brushed off your breakup with Taehyung hoping he knew nothing. The situation with Taehyung was not someone you wanted everyone to know aboutโ€”especially not a stranger. It was embarrassing to admit you were still living with your cheating on and off ex boyfriend because itโ€™s better than sleeping outside.
โ€œAnd here I was hoping for a story time,โ€ Jungkook muttered under his breath, checking his phone and the dozen messages and missed calls. Like earlier, you left him to help someone else and this time instead of him trying to find something to say it was you.
โ€œIf you start visiting more regularly maybe Iโ€™ll fill you in,โ€ You said half-heartedly.
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Youโ€™ve always thoughtโ€”hopedโ€”that home is where the heart would be. You should live in a place that doesnโ€™t give you anxiety or depression. Living in this apartment with your ex boyfriends gives you both. When he was home youโ€™d avoid leaving your bedroom at all and when heโ€™s gone youโ€™re worried about the time heโ€™d get home.
You werenโ€™t scared of him, but you hated him.
The two of you have broken up so many times at this point itโ€™s embarrassing to admit how he has you now. After cheating on you and treating you like shit, you still moved in with him just those few months ago and now youโ€™re paying for it.
โ€œAre you going to work?โ€ He asked curiously as you came out of your now solo bedroom. Taehyung was gentleman enough to sleep on the couch but apparently not enough to keep it in his pants.
โ€œNo,โ€ You answered shortly as you slipped your shoes on. For some reason he thinks youโ€™ll forgive him soon. Heโ€™s been trying to talk to you about it since the morning after he bothered you at work but you werenโ€™t listening. How could he do something on impulse and expect you to let it go?
Are all men this stupid? Most? Oh, definitely, but surely not all? Who would want to be on good terms with a cheating ex so recent after the breakup?
โ€œWhat are you gonna do then?โ€
What he really meant was, โ€œWhere were you going and who with?โ€
โ€œNothing,โ€ you closed the door after yourself, choosing to shut him out rather than tell him anything. He didnโ€™t need to know your whereabouts. For once you werenโ€™t going to be at work and although you didnโ€™t have big plans for your free night, you werenโ€™t going to tell him or worseโ€”spend it locked up in your room that still had his belongings.
You settled into place at your best friendโ€™s place, filling her in on whatโ€™s been exciting or lack thereof.
โ€œNot to feed the delusions but what if heโ€™s stopping to see you?โ€ Yeaun asked as you sat on her couch watching her look through her vinyls for something to play. After a while of telling her boringly endless tales of your life you came to the topic you were currently discussing.
Jeon Jungkookโ€”the irregular-regular whoโ€™s begun to frequent the bar lately. Jungkook has been coming by for a few weeks now and although theyโ€™re always small interactions with him they leave an impression on you. Heโ€™s not like the usual guys who go there for a drinkโ€”or anything like the ones when you go out with your friends. Every now and then you wonder if heโ€™s catching a flirty tone with you or not but then you think harder and tell yourself; not likely.
Itโ€™s too unbelievable,โ€ You rejected the idea immediately even if it hurt you to do so, you had to be realistic, โ€œHe probably has a girlfriend or wife or someone, I donโ€™t know.โ€
Call it a crush, whatever, nothing would ever come of it and you told your friends the same, โ€œEither way Iโ€™m done with men, theyโ€™re all shitty.โ€
Yeaun shrugged, no longer pushing the idea of Jungkook. You havenโ€™t told her anything that made it seem like Jungkook had any interest in you at all so really she was just wishfully thinking. You know very little about the man aside from what the two of you have gone over but itโ€™s enough for you to know it would never happen.
Youโ€™re not crazy enough to believe otherwise.
Jungkook spent most of his day dreading for him to leave work and get ready for a dinner plan that was arranged for him. In all honesty, he practically disassociated himself from it the second he heard the tone the woman spoke in. Why did he let Hoseok talk him into doing this?
For nearly an hour heโ€™s had to hear this woman compliment him on everything under the sun. Sure he was flattered but so? Did he really need to hear about himself from someone else? She didnโ€™t seem like a bad girl but she knew too much about him that he never told her. She was too in his space and not understanding to slow down.
โ€œIโ€™m happy our schedules aligned to be able to meet like this,โ€ She said as she picked at her salad, โ€œI know youโ€™re very busy.โ€
โ€œIโ€™m pleased too,โ€ Jungkook raised his glass of wine to his lips, searching around the restaurant for a clock. Jiwon was a sweet girl but he wasnโ€™t interested for some reason. She was attractive like Hoseok said but heโ€™s not sure what is but thereโ€™s something that seems to draw him away from her.
By the time the bill came and she pretended to look through her mini bag for her wallet, Jungkook was ready to call it a night. He never expected someone with him to pay but something just drew him backโ€ฆ seriously what was it? She waited outside with him in hopes of knowing if their night would continue from here or not but Jungkook couldnโ€™t wait to be done. He probably seemed rude with how he brushed her off and directed her into a cab, paying her fare with a lie that heโ€™d see her again, but he couldnโ€™t think of that right now.
It was taxing to meet new people and try to feel anything romantic toward them. Jimin is looking out for Jungkook and heโ€™s well aware of that but Jungkook does not want something forced. Heโ€™s not asking for birds chirping and bells chiming but give him something thatโ€™ll make him feel things.
When he was alone in his car he found himself taking a familiar route in the opposite direction of his house. Heโ€™d left his date with Jiwon and for some reason was heading toward the bar heโ€™s been going to lately. It took him a while to realize where he was going and about a block away he stopped to think.
What was he doing here? He could find any shitty bar where he knew his friends would never go and be just fine. He could be out with his friends or maybe getting to know Jiwon more in hopes of something blooming but instead he was going out alone. It was a bad idea to make this a regular thing. People he knows will begin to question where he goes and invade his privacy, he just knows it.
With a deep sigh he turned the engine off looking up at the brightly lit building in front of him. It was a small convenience store and deciding to not make his drive all the way over here pointless, he went inside.
He is starting to believe the universe in playing a trick on him. Whenever heโ€™s gone to the bar youโ€™ve been working at and tonight he decided not to goโ€ฆ bummed that he wouldnโ€™t see you but clearly the universe had plans that couldnโ€™t get changed. Instead of serving two drinks to customers, youโ€™re walking down a refrigerated section of cheap flower bouquets. Itโ€™s like he was going to run into you tonight one way or the other. Just because he wasnโ€™t going the bar after all didnโ€™t mean he could escape you as easily. It was crazy.
You hadnโ€™t yet spotted him as you opened the door to grab one of the cheapest bouquet of orchids you could find. It wasnโ€™t until you were ready to walk back down that you saw him looking a little too interested in the small pints of ice cream. There were two options you could do, One: pretend you donโ€™t know him and head to the counter or Two: acknowledge him? What if he was the kind of person that didnโ€™t like being approached? It would be embarrassing for you.
โ€œNo work tonight?โ€
You stopped in your tracks, ready to walk past him when he spoke up. You looked around shyly, โ€œNot tonight, Is that where youโ€™re headed now?โ€
โ€œOriginally yeah, but good thing I changed my mind. You wouldnโ€™t have been there,โ€ Jungkook said, glancing down at the small shopping basket in your hands. He missed the way your face flushed at the comment, unsure if he meant it flirtatiously or not.
You had the small orchids, a couple ramens and drinks in the basket that made him smile just a little, โ€œIโ€™m assuming you live around here?โ€
โ€œI wouldnโ€™t be working here if I didnโ€™t,โ€ You say lightly, a smile playing on your face when you saw his, and glanced down at your basket with embarrassment. All Jungkook had in his hand was a single bottle of wine that he grabbed so he wouldnโ€™t look strange approaching you, โ€œDo you live around here too?โ€
โ€œNo, I uh, Iโ€™m kind of far actually,โ€ He scratched the back of his head nervously, โ€œBut, I was doing some work over here.โ€
His face tensed at the way he must have sounded lying to you. It wouldnโ€™t have been a good look for him if he said he went on a blind date with someone his best friend set him up with but raced here right after. It feels like the conversation shouldnโ€™t end yet but he doesnโ€™t know how to make it go on. Usually heโ€™s able to tell what he should say to get someoneโ€™s attention on him for longer but he doesnโ€™t know with you.
After a while, you began walking toward the register with Jungkook not far behind and you tried to act normal when you set your things down to be checked out.
Please, donโ€™t decline, you thought as you tapped your card to pay. When you were done and hesitating to leave or not, Jungkook spoke up again, โ€œWhen do you work next?โ€
โ€œWhy? So youโ€™ll visit me?โ€ You asked him with a little more enthusiasm. Maybe you were overthinking it but was there a chance that he wanted to talk to you too? It felt like he asked you something so you wouldnโ€™t rush off before he was done paying.
He smiled, pleased to have you respond the way he wanted and he grabbed his things off the counter and turned to walk with you. You held your bag in one hand and your cellphone and wallet in the other and it was hard to miss the way your screen lit up with a phone call. You ignored the ringing but Jungkook was distracted now, โ€œDo you need to take that?โ€
He held the door open for you wondering if it was your boyfriend or not and if he was just wasting his time. You shook your head, โ€œIt's no one important.โ€
โ€œSo youโ€™re not seeing anyone?โ€ Jungkook found himself asking, too impatient to beat around the bush any longer, โ€œOr would you like to see me this weekendโ€”or when youโ€™re freeโ€” over drinks?โ€
You didnโ€™t say anything for a moment, staring up at the handsome man in front of you with a baited breath. Jungkook was attractive, very attractive but did you need to be seeing anyone right now? Sure, itโ€™s been a couple weeks since you and Taehyung fell off but you still live together. If he found out he would lose his shitโ€ฆ but at the same timeโ€ฆ
Jungkook was intriguing and charming and so attractive you couldnโ€™t wrap your mind around anything else.
โ€œIโ€™m free this upcoming Sunday.โ€
Before you split ways, you made sure to exchange information and you were practically rushing to tell your best friend.
jungkook: next time we should have stuck around and talked longer
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When Sunday evening rolled in, Jungkook wore one of his black Prada shirts and black jeans. He tried dressing casual but this was as casual as he could go for seeing you out on a night like this.
โ€œI could meet you halfway,โ€ Jungkook insisted on the phone as he stood outside your building. It was a rundown apartment complex just like all the others in the area and even he felt unsafe, he canโ€™t imagine how you feel every night. Okay, maybe heโ€™s not used to anything outside of the private, gated community he grew up with.
โ€œItโ€™s fine, Iโ€™ll be down in a second,โ€ You practically whispered as you hurried to hang up. With a final spritz of perfume, you left your bedroom as quiet as possible but it was no use. Taehyung sat there watching you.
โ€œIโ€™ll be back late so donโ€™t wait up,โ€ You practically grumbled as you went to put on your heels.
โ€œSince when do you dress like that?โ€ Taehyung asked with a slight scoff. Unlike your usual attire of baggy pants, sweaters, tees and the occasional skirt, tonight you wore a short, satin pink dress with heels to match. You looked pretty and it annoyed him because he knew why.
โ€œSince I stopped being with you,โ€ You told him, fishing for your key before closing the door on him like last time.
It took a lot of convincing on Jungkookโ€™s part to let you let him pick you up and you had many reasons why. One, you didnโ€™t want him to run into Taehyung or feel awkward. Two, you didnโ€™t want him to drive all the way here if youโ€™d most likely be in the inner city which was on the other side of town. And three, you were slightly embarrassed at your housing complex. Youโ€™ve seen Jungkookโ€™s dress attire and the expensive watches, chains, drinking preferences he wears. Heโ€™s got money while youโ€™ve got two jobs still struggling to pay your half of the rent on top of all the debt tied to your name.
โ€œWell donโ€™t you look stunning,โ€ Jungkook said with a nervous chuckle as you approached him, eyeing his all black Porsche and how perfectly it matched him. The silk of your dress felt soft against his touch when you hugged him politely in greeting. You were slightly flushed by his comment and let him lead you to the passengerโ€™s side.
โ€œWere you waiting long?โ€ You asked when he got into the driverโ€™s side, looking you over one more time before starting the car.
โ€œA l-little,โ€ Jungkook couldnโ€™t help but feel flustered as you turned your body enough to look at him better. Your dress rode up on your thigh and he tried to focus on the road, โ€œBut itโ€™s my fault for being impatient. Next time Iโ€™ll give you all the time in the world if I get to see this pretty view.โ€
To be clear Jungkook has always thought you were attractive but this was different. This wasnโ€™t just him finding the bartender serving him drinks hot or the woman at the convenience store pretty. This was you dressing up for him in a pretty color while sitting pretty in his car and looking at him with your pretty eyes.
โ€œNext time?โ€ You laughed softly, sitting upright and trying not to seem affected, โ€œDonโ€™t make promises just yet. You might not be able to keep them.โ€
โ€œI always keep my promises,โ€ Jungkook said, diving over the small bridge that separated your neighborhood from the rest of the city.
You went quiet after that, looking out the window curiously. Usually you stick to your area, the bus fare to go shopping downtown or eat at a fancy restaurant wouldnโ€™t be too bad but the time. On the bus it would be at least an hour long drive full of stops everywhere in between and you didnโ€™t have the time to make it a round day trip. It was nice seeing all the city lights when most of your neighborhood is dark aside from the occasional street lamp.
You were pleasantly surprised when he pulled the car in front of a large building and a valet came to the doors, directing you both out of the car. Jungkook instructed the valet on something you didnโ€™t care to hear as you looked around. It was obviously a hotel but with a large restaurant inside.
โ€œReady?โ€ Jungkook asked, suddenly at your side with a soft hand on your waist and you let him lead you in.
You felt oddly out of place when you looked around at everyone else but Jungkook didnโ€™t seem to care. He was significantly underdressed but that didnโ€™t stop him from pulling attention without meaning to and it made you slightly more comfortable. The restaurant sat on the top floor of a large hotel with a beautiful view of the city and amazing interior as well, โ€œDo you like this place?โ€
โ€œI have never been here before,โ€ Jungkook admitted as he helped pull your chair, โ€œIโ€™ll give you an answer after dinner.โ€
โ€œYouโ€™ll decide once youโ€™ve gotten food?โ€ You asked playfully but he just shook his head. โ€œIโ€™ll decide when you do.โ€
You werenโ€™t sure how to respond but something about the way he looked at you told you he was being serious. Has he always been this forward? You didnโ€™t think so. Usually he asked you a couple things and that was it. Or maybe you didnโ€™t think there was any more to it. Sure, sometimes youโ€™d catch him looking from across the bar but you always assumed he just needed something. When he asked you out the other night you assumed it was on a whim but now youโ€™re not so sure.
It was far from a problem but you werenโ€™t sure how to take it. Something tells you Jungkook comes from a different world than you do. When the server came you ordered a drink and tried to focus on the menu. All the prices were high and you couldnโ€™t find anything in your normal price range. There were a lot of good options but what were you willing to choose?
โ€œSo, when you think of an ideal type, who comes to mind?โ€ Jungkook asked, picking around his plate. The two of you had talked about practically everything you could on a first date. He was a couple years older than you, worked at a banking firm, lived in the upper east luxury apartments, studied abroad, et cetera. He learned that you have two jobs and dropped out of school because it was too expensive and honestlyโ€ฆyou thought you lost him then. You thought he was unimpressed and no longer interested judging by the look of disappointment in his face but then he asks you what your ideal type is?
โ€œHm, I donโ€™t know,โ€ You started awkwardly, feeling his gaze shift toward you and looked you in the eye waiting, โ€œWell I would want someone honestโ€ฆ and loyal buโ€”โ€œ
You stopped yourself feeling embarrassment edge on, it was ironic of you to say that was your type when clearly the past men youโ€™ve been with have been anything but. A light scoff left your lips as you laughed a little, โ€œI donโ€™t know.โ€
โ€œThatโ€™s it? Shouldnโ€™t that be expected?โ€ Jungkook asked. He was very loyal to his partners in the past but those relationships have long since been over and hold no meaning to him. He didnโ€™t even think he wanted to dateโ€”considering how bored he was when the Jimin set him onโ€”but here he was having the time of life trying to get to know you.
โ€œAlright, well what about you? Maybe I need an example answer,โ€ You joked, trying to shift the attention off you but Jungkook didnโ€™t hesitate.
โ€œI want someone I can relax around?โ€ Jungkook was honest, โ€œSomeone I want to introduce to people close to me and someone that makes me think about them all day.โ€
โ€œHow do you decide who that person is?โ€ You asked, moving your hair off your shoulder as you ate.
Jungkook smiled, โ€œI donโ€™t know. I just feel it.โ€
You talked about random things here and there. He explained what exactly he did at the banking firm and you told him your aspirations to be a hair stylist when you were younger. He asked why you never pursued it and you told him financial issues which made the conversation slightly awkward but it never ended.
By the time you finished and Jungkook footed the rather expensive bill, you rode down the elevator peacefully and walked out the building. Once the valet brought the car back around, you were less nervous to be riding in it than earlier and sat comfortably.
โ€œI hope you donโ€™t mind but I got you something,โ€ Jungkook said once he was seated, โ€œI wanted to wait till after dinner and then I forgot it.โ€
He reached under his seat where he had placed a small box earlier. You sat beside him watching him feel around for it, โ€œOh you didnโ€™t have toโ€”โ€œ
โ€œI wanted to,โ€ Jungkook said, placing a small box on your lap as he drove onto the street, โ€œThink of it as a thank you for coming out with me tonight.โ€
โ€œItโ€™s nice butโ€ฆ isnโ€™t it too much?โ€ You swallowed dryly, looking at the simple Cartier bracelet, scared to even touch it, โ€œI don't know what to say, thank you?โ€
โ€œDonโ€™t think about it, I justโ€ฆ I liked it and I wanted to gift you something,โ€ Jungkook said honestly. He liked giving gifts and yesterday he was shopping for a new watch with Jin and he ended up finding the bracelet instead. For some reason he thought of you and before he could stop himself he bought it. It was one of the simple ones, not that expensive at all so he hopes you donโ€™t think heโ€™s stingy with money or anything. Heโ€™ll get you something better the next time you see each other. He cleared his throat awkwardly, โ€œDo you need help getting it on?โ€
You nodded shyly, unsure if you should take the gift but would it be rude to turn it down? What did he expect you to do after? You donโ€™t mean to compare but Taehyung would never give you something like this. The most he spent on you is when he helped you get a new flatscreen but even then he only paid for half of it. When the car stopped at a red light, he quickly shifted in his seat to reach you better. With a hand around your wrist he pulled you forward as he helped you with the clasp. He was quite particular with how it looked on you and made sure the pearl motif sat at the center of your wrist.
It didnโ€™t go unnoticed how he held your hand now as the light turned green. You didnโ€™t pull back and let his thumb graze over your soft knuckles, โ€œPretty.โ€
Confusion rendered you silent on the ride back. Itโ€™s not that you were ungrateful but you were skeptical. Youโ€™ve never met let alone gone out with a man like him and you had no idea what to make of this gift. Was he seriously giving it to you or did you have to do something to earn it? Was he interested in you or just bored? Would a man like him just give someone a thousand dollar bracelet for no reason?
โ€œYou can just park right here,โ€ You mumbled quietly as you pointed to a spot in front of your building. He opened your door for you and looked up at the building. Earlier he missed how the street lamp flickered giving everything a ghostly shadow. You let him walk you up feeling slightly embarrassed by the appearance of the staircase and hall but he didnโ€™t seem to mind.
โ€œThanks for everything, seriously,โ€ You said as you stood at your front door. At some point his hand had found its way to yours again and was softly running his thumb against your knuckles, โ€œAre you sure about the gift?โ€
โ€œI donโ€™t accept gifts back,โ€ Jungkook laughed softly, โ€œBesides, it looks better on you than it would me. Iโ€™m showing my gratitude for having you out tonight. I enjoy your company.โ€
โ€œGood, I like talking to you too,โ€ you smiled warmly and he couldnโ€™t help but mirror it.
โ€œSo when can we go out again? Whatโ€™s your schedule like this week?โ€ Jungkook asked hopefully.
โ€œSo youโ€™ll visit me or take me out?โ€ You asked playfully, more forward than earlier and his smile grew.
โ€œBoth, perhaps?โ€ He asked.
Now, you donโ€™t usually do anything on the first date. There was a big โ€˜Ifโ€™ about the possibly of going out with the person again but Jungkook has been better than you couldโ€™ve imagined. It doesnโ€™t make sense why heโ€™s single and interested in you of all people.
Before you could think of what to do, he was moving closer. His touch was soft but there was no denying the way his hand wandered up to your waist, pulling you into him gently. You wrapped an arm around his neck before you could overthink it and leaned onto your tiptoes. Jungkook smiled, his other hand cupping your chin and tilting your face up. His lips brushed against yours teasingly, taking a moment before pressing them together in a first kiss.
You both were nervous at first but it was like something inside you came to life and you kissed him with more intent. Jungkook welcomed it, smiling a little into the kiss as he pulled back to catch his breath.
โ€œI should go inside,โ€ You giggled softly, turning away feeling flustered.
A small sigh left his lips, holding you close to him, โ€œIโ€™ll call you.โ€
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It took less than a week for Jungkook to reveal to his close friends who the mysterious person heโ€™s been seeing was. He was not trying to keep you a secret at all but there was only so much he wanted to say to them all and it was the basics. You were a just nice girl heโ€™s met and went on a date with, but even that was enough for all the interrogations to arise.
โ€œSo how far did you guys go?โ€ Hoseok and his hyper sexual mind felt the need to ask, โ€œOr were you a true gentleman and settled for a hug?โ€
โ€œWe kissed,โ€ Jungkook said, licking his lips at the memory, dealing his own cards for their next round of poker, โ€œIโ€™m taking it slow as of now.โ€
โ€œWhyโ€™s that? The gala is not too far, shouldnโ€™t you be focused on who is attending with you?โ€ Namjoon asked, ashing his cigarette in the tray to the left of him. Jungkook ignored half of what his friend said as he readied to play.
โ€œY/n seems very different from me and I just donโ€™t want to scare her off just yet,โ€ Jungkook said honestly, thinking back to your reaction when he gave you the bracelet. He, of course, never assumed you came from much money especially considering he knew where you worked and lived but it wasnโ€™t a problem to him. He was more worried if youโ€™d manage in his life with the people heโ€™s close to. Itโ€™s something he often wonders when the possibility of a relationship comes to mind but usually this is weeks into dating. The two of you have barely gone on one date and for some reason heโ€™s already envisioning the future and what it could look like.
โ€œHoly shit, thatโ€™s like a thousand bucks,โ€ Yeaun looked over the bracelet, โ€œAnd he just gave it to you? Where can I find a guy like that?โ€
โ€œI guess,โ€ You said, shifting your eyes to Yoongi as if he had the answers. The two of you stood behind the bar while Yeaun sat at the counter. It was early in the evening and youโ€™ve been since 2:00pm and ready for your shift to end. Your friendโ€™s been here โ€˜studyingโ€™ for over an hour but sheโ€™s been too distracted listening to your date stories. The bar was empty aside from a couple stragglers who got off work early but nothing crazy and it put you at ease.
โ€œDoes he know about Taehyung?โ€ Yoongi asked curiously.
โ€œNo, it was a first date. I didn't think I had to dish out all my problems so soon and scare him off,โ€ You joked as you looked down at the bracelet, โ€œBesides, who knows how long this will last.โ€
โ€œHave you talked since then?โ€ Yeaun asked, leaning against the counter with interest.
โ€œA little, yeah. He works at a bank so heโ€™s got long hours at the office so I donโ€™t really expect him to reach out to me much,โ€ You told them honestly, โ€œAnd who knows, it mightโ€™ve just been a one time thing.โ€
You shrugged it off like it wasnโ€™t a big deal but part of you wondered if heโ€™d reach out for another date or not. He said he would but who knows. People make promises all the time.
โ€œUgh, but he sounds like a dreamโ€”a dream with money,โ€ Yeaun pretended to swoon as she gathered her things and stuffed them into her book bag, โ€œAlright, Iโ€™ve gotta go home and study, keep me updated though. Bye guys.โ€
You waved her off and turned to Yoongi as he polished some glasses. He gave you a small sigh, โ€œI like the guy, he always tips well.โ€
As your shift came to an end and you left Yoongi to deal with the night people, you got on the bus to take your usual route home.
jungkook: will you be working tonight?
you: I just got off actually
jungkook: I wanted to see you :(
You read the message at least three times unable to think of a response.
jungkook: have you eaten? shall we get dinner?
Just as you hurried to type, your phone began to ring and a smile came to his face, โ€œYou really are impatient, giving me no time to answer.โ€
Jungkook smiled as he drove over the familiar bridge that closed the gap between you, โ€œSorry, Iโ€™m not used to waiting. What are you doing then?โ€
โ€œIโ€™m on the bus, a couple stops away from home,โ€ You told him looking at the passing buildings and the way the sun had fully set now, โ€œWhat time do you want to meet for dinner?โ€
โ€œNow?โ€ Jungkook asked, โ€œIโ€™m not too far from your place, Iโ€™ll waitโ€”or better yet whatโ€™s the next stop and Iโ€™ll meet you.โ€
Jungkookโ€™s Porsche looked strange parking at The bus stop waiting for you and you felt slightly embarrassed by your appearance. Compared to last time you were nowhere near as out together and it was clearly evident youโ€™ve just gotten off work. Jungkook was in his office attire but he still managed to look good.
โ€œIf you had given me a little more time I wouldโ€™ve gotten dressed up for you,โ€ You said light heartedly as he greeted you with a hug and kiss on your cheek.
โ€œBut I like seeing you like this too, reminds me of that black skirt you wore the first night I met you,โ€ Jungkook said, taking your hand in his, โ€œSo whereโ€™s the restaurant you were talking about?โ€
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Something has begun to really sprout between the two of you. Part of it still feels superficial to an extent but thatโ€™s how itโ€™s supposed to feel. Youโ€™re not supposed to jump into anything so fastโ€ฆ
Yes, youโ€™ve been meeting up a lot more regularly but you still keep each other at a distance. When you meet itโ€™s usually out and tonight Jungkook wanted to be somewhere comfortable with you. He understood you got off work at the bar late and the last thing you wanted to do was go out so he opted for another way he could see you.
โ€œCan I come over instead?โ€ He asked as he sat at the bar one night. It was late, Yoongi had shut the music off and the lights turned on giving everyone a hint that it was closing time. Jungkook had arrived a couple hours before midnight to keep you company. Now that youโ€™re closing he knows thereโ€™s a chance the night would come to an end soon and itโ€™s the last thing he wanted. He had a stressful day at work that involved a meeting with the CFOโ€”his father, about some reports. It spiraled into a conversation about the gala and who he thinks Jungkook should go with.
He had wanted to tell his father then that he wasnโ€™t interested in being set up on a date because he had you but he struggled saying it. He doesnโ€™t know where the two of you stand but he wants to figure it out. Jungkook watched you wipe the counters as Yoongi counted registers and he even helped wipe down a few chairs for you as he waited for a response. If the people at the office or his friends saw him cleaning up after strangers theyโ€™d laugh in surprise. He wasnโ€™t the type to get his hands dirty and thatโ€™s exactly what heโ€™s doing just to be with you.
Usually you always changed the subject when he asked, or hinted at him to go somewhere else instead but it was so late nothing would be open. Taehyung would be asleep if he was home but that was very unlikely. It was the weekend and he was most likely with his friends getting drunk somewhere and looking for an after party. Thereโ€™s a chance he wouldnโ€™t come home at all so what excuse did you have to turn Jungkook down?
In the end, you gave in and once the bar was closed, Jungkook drove straight to your apartment. He climbed up the familiar stairs, walked down the familiar aisle and stood behind you as you unlocked the door, warning him about a possible mess. Now, you werenโ€™t cruel. Jungkook wasnโ€™t walking in completely blindsided by the idea that you had a roommate but you werenโ€™t totally up front with him. He knew your roommate was a guy but he wasnโ€™t so sure about the relationship between you two.
Taehyung was half-asleep on the couch and Jungkook looked at him with furrowed brows as he followed into your room. You sighed, โ€œSorry, my roommateโ€™s here.โ€
โ€œItโ€™s fine,โ€ Jungkook said with a shrug as he began to unbutton the cuff of his shirt so he could roll the sleeves up, โ€œHow do you know him again?โ€
He wanted to ask more but he had to be patient.
โ€œDo you want me to be honest?โ€ You asked nervously but he nodded his head and waited.
โ€œHeโ€™s my ex boyfriend. Thereโ€™s still over six months on our lease but weโ€™ve been broken up forโ€ฆ I think as long as Iโ€™ve known you now. Weโ€™re stuck living together until the lease is up,โ€ You confessed in a single breath, โ€œHe sleeps on the couch now.โ€
โ€œYour ex boyfriend?โ€ Jungkook looked at the closed door, imagining the man who slept on the other side of it and his chest tightened. Why didnโ€™t he just move out or why didnโ€™t you? Was it a money issue, no one to let you crash out their place?
โ€œYeah but donโ€™t worry, we donโ€™t talk at all,โ€ You tried to reassure him but you could tell he was too busy in his head, โ€œWhat are you thinking?โ€
โ€œIs this you?โ€ He asked, holding up a picture frame in hands and staring at who appeared to be you but years younger. A small smile played on his lips that made you feel flustered as you took the frame from him, โ€œYes, donโ€™t look at it. I was in a phase.โ€
โ€œI can tell,โ€ he joked playfully, looking around for something new to take his attention. Admittedly your place was small and it seemed like you had everything that expressed you shoved into your small bedroom. He understood you lived with someone else but is that what itโ€™s like? What in this room belonged to Taehyung? You once shared it so there had to be something and that didnโ€™t sit right with him. He had no need to get jealous but it made his throat dry to think about.
โ€œWhat? You didnโ€™t have something you were obsessed with growing up?โ€ You asked, sitting against your row of pillows as he took a seat on your armchair. There was a vase of orchids on your vanity and books surrounding him as he stayed back.
โ€œI was hyper fixated on water polo as a kid,โ€ He confessed randomly, โ€œBut then there was an accident with my horse and I couldnโ€™t do it anymore.โ€
โ€œWait, thatโ€™s kind of sad,โ€ You sat straighter, โ€œBut water polo?โ€
โ€œYeah, I switched to rowing and tennis when I was in college,โ€ Jungkook said, and you looked at him curiously. Even in his business attire you can tell he had a lean, muscular body and you couldnโ€™t help but stare. With an awkward clear of your throat you looked away, โ€œWould you like a drink?โ€
โ€œI canโ€™t, I have to make it home tonight,โ€ Jungkook said with a sigh as he stared out the window to his side. It was late and he wanted to spend more alone time with you but he probably couldnโ€™t.
โ€œAlready?โ€ You asked patting the left side of your bed as if calling for him. He looked between you and the spot, heart beating fast and he thought about it.
โ€œOh, if you insist,โ€ He watched the way you rolled your eyes playfully, and laid back in your bed a little more, โ€œYou know, for some reason Iโ€™m comfortable around you even though we still donโ€™t know each other that well. I think you did something to me.โ€
โ€œLike?โ€ You asked with a hint of amusement.
โ€œYouโ€™re easy to talk to and Iโ€™m not used to that,โ€ Jungkook said, noticing the distance between you getting smaller, shoulders nearly brushing against each other, legs angled in and your hand right in his reach. He took it shyly, looking over the bracelet he gave you last time.
Jungkook was being honest now. He doesnโ€™t understand how or why but once he met you, he felt good.
โ€œYou like me that much?โ€ You smiled teasingly and he couldnโ€™t help but smile too. In the beginning he always took you to be indifferent. You didnโ€™t pay more attention to him than you needed to and clearly you had things going on in your life that stressed you out.
When you began talking to him he finally got a hint of interest in your part but he found you hard to readโ€”he still does. You smile more often now and joke around, go out with him, but want more. If youโ€™re closed off because of the relationship with the guy who slept outside the bedroom then he really canโ€™t stand him.
โ€œI do,โ€ Jungkook smiled harder, leaning into you, โ€œAnd Iโ€™ve been thinking about kissing you again.โ€
Alone in your bedroom with a guy whoโ€™s nice and handsome and charming andโ€ฆ overall dreamy made things hard to resist. You kissed him shyly, lips pressed against his and he felt himself sink into your bed even further. His hands found the belt loops of your jeans and he hooked a finger using it to pull on top of him. You both were still dressed in your work clothes but neither of you seemed to care.
He hugged your hips, soft lips hungry for more of your touch and his mind went blank. Your hands cupped his face and you didnโ€™t shy away from his wandering hands that snuck under your plain black tee and felt along your spine. With your body pressed to his, you rolled onto your back with him following after you, never wanting to break apart.
You donโ€™t know how long you stayed like that, kissing heavily and hands roaming but never straying too far. He didnโ€™t push you for more even when you felt the way you affected him. Instead he kept the pace mutual, made you feel good and cared for.
By the time your lips were too swollen and sore, you had to pull back. His breathing was heavy and his hair was a mess of tousled black hair. He looked more of a wreck than you did and you couldnโ€™t help but laugh softly trying to fix the collar of his white button up.
โ€œIโ€™ve got a meeting in a few hours,โ€ Jungkook mumbled against your skin as he checked the time on his watch. It was way past midnight and he had to be ready by 7:00am. The drive home was nearly a half hour and he hadnโ€™t prepared himself that well. As much as he wants to stay in your bed he knew he had to go.
You whined softly, hugging him closer before easing off. You let him stand up and he tucked the part of his shirt that had slipped out and attempted to fix his hair. There was an obvious bulge in his slacks that he tried to ignore even when you looked so inviting. It would be so easy for him to fall back into bed and keep going but he had to be responsible. Sadly, responsibility came in the form of having self control and remembering heโ€™s got work tomorrow.
โ€œIโ€™ll walk you out,โ€ You said with a small sigh. It was late and you had to be up early for the morning shift so it was right to end things. You needed to get out of your jeans and into bed. The two of you left your room quietly. His hand was on your waist, following you blindly out with his shoes in his hands and a calm smile.
โ€œI'll call you tomorrow,โ€ Jungkook whispered his promise as you unlocked the front door. He stood in the brightly lit hallway now. The goodbye was sweet and he found himself lingering behind when you shut the door. He couldnโ€™t make out the full conversation but your ex didnโ€™t seem to have been sleeping at all.
โ€œWho was that?โ€ Taehyung asked, sounding tired or irritated. He was laying down but with the light from the hall shining in you can make out the shape of his open eyes.
โ€œA friend,โ€ You said blandly.
โ€œCan you do me a favor and keep your friends out of here?โ€ Taehyung asked bitterly, โ€œItโ€™s my apartment too. Iโ€™ve already given you the room, the least you can do is respect me enough to not bring guys over on my bed.โ€
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He stood alone in his office, trying to take a break from the busy day heโ€™s had. Back to back meetings, lunch with his father, endless paperwork, hearing Hoseok scold him about not going further with you, etc., he needed a break. His phone sat on his desk and it was taking everything inside him not to call you. Heโ€™s tried distracting himself with the view outside his windows but it wasnโ€™t working.
โ€œIโ€™m just saying, whatโ€™s taking you so long? If you actually liked this girl wouldnโ€™t you have gone for it?โ€ Hoseok asked with a shrug of his shoulders, โ€œSheโ€™s got you whipped and you havenโ€™t even done anything, thatโ€™s crazy.โ€
โ€œItโ€™s not even like that, Y/nโ€™s justโ€ฆโ€ Jungkook looked nervous like when he had a school crush and would get teased about it, โ€œI wanted toโ€”she lives with her ex.โ€
โ€œRed flag,โ€ Jimin chimed in from his corner of Jungkookโ€™s office, โ€œWhy?โ€
โ€œBecause she still lives with her ex, obviously. Thereโ€™s still something there or else she wouldโ€™ve moved out by now donโ€™t you think?โ€ Jimin explained making Jungkook run his fingers through his hair anxiously.
โ€œMaybe moneyโ€™s tight. Y/n said their lease still has another six months,โ€ Jungkook bit his lip.
โ€œHelp her pay to end it then, duh,โ€ Hoseok said with a shrug, knowing money wasnโ€™t a problem for him or his friends, โ€œFree her from the shackles of past relationships.โ€
This time Jungkook didnโ€™t say anything because he was too busy thinking about it. He could help you pay it off, maybe even find you a new place but would you want him to? You always seem so tired after working both jobs and although he hasnโ€™t made it official, he doesnโ€™t like seeing the person heโ€™s dating stressed all the time. He could easily take the weight off your shoulders if you let him.
โ€œIsnโ€™t Jungkookโ€™s problem that he hates dating women after his money? Why are you volunteering him to pay for some random girlโ€™s rent?โ€ Hoseok asked with a scoff, โ€œThe girl I set you up with would never, FYI.โ€
He rolled his eyes, sinking back into his chair, โ€œI donโ€™t care about that girl. I care about Y/n.โ€
โ€œSo make it official, offer her help, and take her to the gala. Boom!โ€ Jimin clapped like he solved world hunger.
He was going to, he planned to at least, he was just thinking of how to do it. It should be something simple but for some reason heโ€™s nervous to do it. Everyone has already been nagging him about his personal life and as much as heโ€™d like to keep you to himself, part of him also wants to show you off. Youโ€™re not what he expected
When he was alone in his office, he spent his time thinking about what you could be doing right now and how badly he wanted to see you. All youโ€™ve done is make out and he wants to do more but heโ€™s also happy about the pace youโ€™re taking things. It seems right. Heโ€™s not jumping to get into your pants and youโ€™re not running to his pockets. He respects you and finds you too stunning to let go even if you lead different lives.
After work, he headed right to where heโ€™d find you and you were talking with some college guys who ordered shots at the bar. They were in some university jackets and seemed perfectly content taking up your time.
โ€œAre those for me?โ€ Yoongi asked, stepping out from the walk-in fridge of alcohol. He pointed at what Jungkook was holding and it seemed to catch your attention too, finally making you look over at him. Your eyes softened, standing up as he got to the bar.
He held a large bouquet of orchids, various types of the flower, some pink, some white, a little bit of both, a hint of yellow. They looked pretty and he held them out to you as he responded to Yoongi, โ€œSorry, hyung. Maybe next time.โ€
โ€œI didnโ€™t know you were stopping in tonight,โ€ You said, taking the flowers graciously. Now that youโ€™re sort of seeing each other he hasnโ€™t been stopping regularly. Usually he sees you in your free time and occasionally if he goes to the bar but itโ€™s usually at the end when not many people are left and youโ€™re about to close.
โ€œI meant to call but I forgot, forgive me?โ€ He asked with a teasing smile, eyes glazed over as he watched you, โ€œI just wanted to ask you something.โ€
You didnโ€™t hesitate to step out with him, alone in front of your job, clutching the bouquet in your hands.
โ€œSo, Iโ€™ve been kind of pushing it off because Iโ€™m not sure what youโ€™ll think, but Iโ€™ve been thinking about it a lot lately and I canโ€™t wait much longer to ask,โ€ Jungkook started off with a nervous scoff, โ€œAnd now that weโ€™re out here and Iโ€™ve distracted you from work, itโ€™s probably shitty timing butโ€”โ€œ
โ€œJungkook,โ€ You said, looking up at him, โ€œWhat do you want to ask me?โ€
โ€œWill you go out with me? I meanโ€ฆ I know weโ€™ve gone on a few dates here and there but I donโ€™t think to keep going with this without asking you for a relationship. I want to get to know you more and more and I donโ€™t want to think about you possibly misreading my intentions and I justโ€ฆ really want to be your boyfriend,โ€ Jungkook finished.
A smile spread on your lips as you leaned into him, one hand around his neck while the other held the bouquet from falling. His hands fell effortlessly on your waist, pulling you closer, feeling you nod your head against him, โ€œIs this a yes?โ€
โ€œYes,โ€ You kissed his cheek, โ€œOrchids are my favorite also.โ€
โ€œReally?โ€ He asked feigning surprise, โ€œI guess I was lucky picking them out.โ€
โ€œAre you staying for a drink?โ€ You asked pulling back despite his hold.
โ€œI donโ€™t think so, Iโ€™ve got another crazy day tomorrow and Iโ€™ve got some errands to run. Do you close tonight?โ€ Jungkook asked, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear, โ€œYou work too much?โ€
โ€œI work too much?โ€ You asked with a laugh, โ€œYouโ€™re the one with back to back meetings.โ€
It was oddly endearing seeing the way he pouted despite his tough exterior. He wore a black suit and his hair was combed back, driving his usual Porsche but then pouting at you rather cutely and delivering you your favorite flowers.
โ€œYouโ€™re right, Iโ€™ll take a few days off and spend all my time with you,โ€ Jungkook said playfully, โ€œIf you think Iโ€™m clingy now just you wait.โ€
โ€œOkay, okay,โ€ You pushed against his chest lightly, โ€œI have to get back inside before Yoongi kills me. Thank you for the flowers.โ€
โ€œMhm,โ€ Jungkook bit his lip, keeping you close to him still as he refused to let go of your hand, โ€œCan I get a kiss before you go?โ€
You sighed, pretending to find it bothersome but let him pull you back. You kissed him goodbye with a promise to call him when you get home and went inside as he drove off.
The flowers looked pretty in the clear cylinder vase you fit them into once you got home that night. You ignored it when Taehyung slammed the door and set the flowers on your vanity, smiling a little to yourself as you got ready for bed.
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It took a week for him to officially ask you to be his date for the event of the year. He wanted to appreciate the tranquility he had with you at least a little before he brought you to everyone close to him. He didnโ€™t want your opinion about him changing but he also wanted to show you off finally. In the end, he asked you over dinner and you had no reason to turn him down.
You didnโ€™t fully understand what he was inviting you to and the gift he left for you one day only left you more confused.
โ€œJust try it on, baby,โ€ Jungkook urged you on as he busied himself in your bedroom while you stared at the box on your bed, โ€œIโ€™m sorry I couldnโ€™t find anything better at the last minute but youโ€™ll look beautiful either way.โ€
He already thought you looked pretty with how you styled your hair and makeup, you just needed a pretty bustier gown with orchids to match. It was a vintage Dolce & Gabbana dress that accentuates your figure nicely. Your neck looked plane but he fixed that with a few gold pieces and rushed you out the room. Taehyung wasnโ€™t homeโ€”not that either of you cared if he wasโ€”but if you could avoid him the better. You didnโ€™t need him looking at you some type of way and youโ€™re sure Jungkook could go without it too.
โ€œI couldโ€™ve found something to wear, you didnโ€™t have to,โ€ You tried to say but it was clear he wasnโ€™t listening.
โ€œI wanted to,โ€ Jungkook fixed the cuffs of his suit, checking the time on his watch. โ€œWeโ€™ll be late if we donโ€™t get going now.โ€
When he first told you about the charity gala, you werenโ€™t sure what to expect. Maybe a few auctions, some guest speakers or small press but this was so much more than that. Hundreds of people filed into the large venue, chandeliers held high and disco balls spinning. Everyone wore suits and beautiful dresses who wore them more confidently than you did yours. There were performance acts happening all around you and a few people youโ€™ve seen on television in attendance. Without meaning to, you leaned against Jungkook as he navigated through the seating and found your table.
โ€œLook whoโ€™s finally decided to let us meet his girlfriend,โ€ Someone said from the table as Jungkook searched around for his place card. Usually, he sat with his parents and his brother and his family but he started with his friends first. The others were busy speaking on stage and right now the guys seemed less intimidating.
โ€œY/n, this is Jimin, youโ€™ll learn he never thinks before he speaks,โ€ Jungkook joked, making you want to smile but unsure if you should.
โ€œYou clean up nicely for a waitress,โ€ Someone else said and Jungkook looked up immediately. Hoseok was obviously jokingโ€”perhaps to impress the girl heโ€™s been seeing and the one he set Jungkook up with for a date [who was surprisingly on Jinโ€™s arm now]. One of the girls snickered, making your brows furrow.
โ€œDonโ€™t be an asshole,โ€ Namjoon told him off, directing Jungkook to sit down, noticing how ready he was to speak up.
โ€œYouโ€™re prettier than he said,โ€ Namjoon told you with a polite smile. Jungkookโ€™s hand rested on the back of your chair as he looked around for his parents before asking you, โ€œJust ignore some of the stuff they say. Iโ€™ll handle it.โ€
โ€œIโ€™m not worried,โ€ You admitted, sitting straighter as you looked at your name plaque on the dining set in front of you. He smiled down at you, โ€œYou are prettier than I first said.โ€
โ€œSo whatโ€™s it like busting tables, Y/n?โ€ Some woman asked you and Jungkook turned, clearly annoyed. He couldnโ€™t understand why Hoseok would bring the girl he went on a date with to the gala as Jinโ€™s date instead. It didnโ€™t make sense and once again his dear friend was bringing questionable guests.
โ€œAbout as pleasant as your company,โ€ You said with a smile, โ€œPerhaps a bit more, Iโ€™d assume? I donโ€™t know, I'm not a waitress.โ€
You were a bartender and a cashier, if this random woman is going to insult you could she at least be accurate? Either way, thereโ€™s nothing wrong with being in the service industry but judging by everyone around the table, they all look down it. You looked at Jungkook, in his designer suit, wearing the designer dress he bought you and feeling very obviously out of place.
โ€œIโ€™m gonna go to the washroom,โ€ You whispered to him and concern flickered in his eyes. Your hand barely grazed his shoulder as you stood up and he placed his hand over it keeping you from leaving just yet.
โ€œEverything okay?โ€ He asked, not caring for anyone else at the table but you at the moment. You nodded with a gentle smile, โ€œYes, Iโ€™ll be right back.โ€
When you left the table it seemed like everyone was able to catch a proper breath, all looking at Jungkook as if he had something to say. He didnโ€™t let you get too far out of his sight before he stood up too.
โ€œWhere are you going?โ€ Jimin asked with an amused expression, โ€œI want Y/n back, sheโ€™s cute.โ€
โ€œIโ€™m gonna find us better company,โ€ Jungkook said as he looked at the women and Hoseok, โ€œSober company.โ€
โ€œCome on man, weโ€™re just messing around,โ€ he said turning to Jin hoping for some help but Jin chose to stay out of it, โ€œSheโ€™s great, honestly. Not what I expected.โ€
โ€œHobi,โ€ one of the girls complained but Jungkook was taking his drink and leaving.
You tried to fix your appearance in the mirror but there wasnโ€™t anything specific you could point to. There was just something that felt wrong and maybe it was being here at all. Maybe youโ€™re moving too fast? Youโ€™ve already agreed to go out with him and you have strong feelings for him but if those are his friendsโ€ฆ and these are the parties he attendsโ€ฆ maybe youโ€™re not cut out for it.
The women were flooded in designer and a sort of elegance youโ€™re sure you didnโ€™t possess and the others seemed just as luxurious. You work two jobs to keep a shitty roof over your head while youโ€™re attending a ball in a dress worth more than what you make in a month. You might act like youโ€™re not nervous but youโ€™re anxious. It feels like youโ€™re pretending to be comfortable. Do you deserve this sort of treatment from him? All heโ€™s done since you met him is keep you company, shower you in gifts, listen you every word you said, andโ€ฆ brought you around those close to him but were you right for him?
He seemed too good for you.
โ€œI was beginning to think you ran out on me,โ€ Jungkook said with a chuckle as he watched you jump in surprise. He stood near the entrance to the washrooms and waited for you to come out for what felt like forever.
โ€œYou really are impatient,โ€ You teased as he pulled you into his arms, pressing a kiss to the corner of your lips, โ€œIs everyone still at the table?โ€
โ€œProbably,โ€ Jungkook said, taking your hand in his and walking through the crowds, โ€œBut Iโ€™m sick of them, letโ€™s do our own thing for now.โ€
Jungkook was as attentive as ever. He introduced you to anyone who came up to him and he looked genuinely happy to have you there by his side. You havenโ€™t been seeing each other for long at all, but it feels right. At one point you reunited with his friends, except Jimin was off somewhere with Jin and the two girls. The rest welcomed you just fine and asked you questions about yourself. Sometimes Jungkook would say something about you that you had no idea he knew. Hoseok found it adorable how he spoke for you with a sense of pride or excitement. It was obvious to anyone who paid attention that Jungkook felt strongly for you and you for him. Although hesitant to let you in, you seemed to charm your way with his friends and it made him happy to see how well you fit in.
โ€œLeaving already?โ€ Namjoon asked when Jungkook made his rounds of farewell to everyone he knew.
โ€œYeah, weโ€™reโ€ฆ tired,โ€ Jungkook said but the smile on his face said otherwise, โ€œAnd itโ€™s late.โ€
โ€œHm,โ€ Namjoon seemed amused as he looked down at the arm Jungkook had around your waist and how it ran along your hip, holding you close. The two of you looked like proper lovers on their honeymoon and he couldnโ€™t help but laugh, knowing neither of you were close to tiredโ€”just ready to leave.
He smirked, โ€œHave fun.โ€
โ€œWhat did that mean?โ€ You asked as Jungkook led you out but he just shrugged. Valet brought his car and you got in with him.
โ€œDonโ€™t know,โ€ Jungkook said leaning over the middle consoled to kiss you, โ€œWill you spend the night at my place?โ€
โ€œI donโ€™t have clothes,โ€ You said, smiling at the way he seemed to deject, worrying at his bottom lip.
โ€œI meanโ€ฆ we wonโ€™t really need thaโ€”โ€œ
โ€œJungkook!โ€ You hit his arm playfully, making him laugh. He drove to his place with one hand on the steering wheel and the other on your thigh. He lived in a penthouse in the sky, at one of the most expensive apartments in the whole city. The entire ride up the elevator was filled with his rough hands holding you in his arms, telling you how beautiful you looked tonight.
โ€œI canโ€™t take too much credit,โ€ You teased, arms around his neck as you went to the top floors, โ€œYouโ€™re the one who picked out the dress.โ€
โ€œItโ€™s not about the dress,โ€ Jungkook whispered, cupping your face in his hands, โ€œItโ€™s about the person wearing it.โ€
โ€œAnd what about when Iโ€™m not wearing it?โ€ You asked, stepping out of the elevator once it got to his floor. You walked ahead of him and he couldnโ€™t help but look after you. Your hips swayed with each step, walking so effortlessly in a dress that accentuated your shape. It had his attention all night and he knew tonight was the night heโ€™d have you. You were hard to resist but he was patient, he waited for the right timing to make sure what he felt was right and it was. He was so into you it was all he could think about.
โ€œY/n,โ€ Jungkook called for you before you could skip too far from him. The two of you stood in the foyer now and he was taking your hand in his to keep you from wandering too far inside. His place was huge, the entrance alone had a level of class you didnโ€™t expect. It was a two level penthouse with a grand staircase and pool on the balcony. Your heels created an echo that felt never endless and in the middle of the foyer was a rounded table with a small stack of mail and a large vase of orchids.
Now you feel bad always dragging him to your small bedroom in an apartment you shared with an ex boyfriend. It was something Jungkook never seemed bothered byโ€”even when Taehyung would make a fuss about somethingโ€”and that made you feel even more embarrassed.
You were too distracted to notice when he closed the space between you, hands on your waist as he pulled you against him.
โ€œYouโ€™ve been handsy all night, yโ€™know,โ€ You teased him with a smile, turning in his arms to face him. He let his forehead lean against yours, and closed the space between your lips until you were kissing.
There was a hint of a smile into the kiss as he deepened it by dipping his head low, mouths moving in sync. Even with your heels, you couldnโ€™t quite reach him and tried to lean upward.
Jungkookโ€™s hands traced down your waist, falling to your hips and without pulling away, pulled you onto the table, sliding his mail to the floor. A light squeal left your lips, holding him tighter, โ€œJungkook.โ€
โ€œI canโ€™t help it,โ€ He began to trail soft kisses down your neck, nibbling here and there to get a reaction out of you, โ€œIโ€™ve been good all the time.โ€
You couldnโ€™t help but laugh, a cute and amused laugh that made him smile. One of the straps of your dress slipped down your shoulders and he hooked a finger into the thin fabric and pushed it back into spot. Jungkook didnโ€™t hesitate to help you down from the table, not yet letting you go but walked toward the staircase โ€œAnd Iโ€™ve got you all alone now. Nobody asking you for another round of drinks, or yourโ€ฆ roommate, just you and I. I donโ€™t think I can hold back any longer.โ€
With that being said, he guided you up the stairs taking you down a hallway toward the main bedroom. It was modern and dark with a wall of windows that overlooked the city lights. His bed was at the center with black sheets that he set you down and begins kissing you again.
Your hands ran down the front of his suit, pushed the jacket off and untucked it from his slacks. Every time you see him heโ€™s dressed so nicely but you wanted to see what it looked like underneath. One time it had been late and last minute when he saw you and was dressed in a casual hoodie and sweats. You made out on your bed but never got far enough to take your clothes off. You know heโ€™s muscular and lean but you needed to see it all.
Although your pace of undressing him was quick to your knowing, it wasnโ€™t enough for him. He yanked at the buttons, pulling it off and your jaw nearly dropped.
"Tattoos?" You questioned with surprise, as he sat back on his haunches playing with the buckle of his belt. He unclipped the back of his silver watch, throwing it on the floor and pulled his belt fully out of the loops.
โ€œSurprising?โ€ He responded looking down at. Your dress was ruffled up around your waist and your legs looked smooth. You sat back on your hands to meet him halfway for another kiss and while his mouth was concentrated on yours and your tongues danced against each other, he slipped his hands down your back. Your dress had a lower back cut, barely held together by a ribbon that had been tempting him all night. How easy it would have been to undo it and kiss along your spine.
A soft gasp slipped past your lips and swallowed by his as he pushed the straps off your shoulder and let it pool around your breasts. He slipped it further down exposing more of yourself to him and he kissed down your neck. You were slowly fall back into his pillows with his mouth against your collarbone, guiding you to your back so he could take the dress off you.
He left wet kiss down your chest, hands tracing along your ribcage as you arched into him and your breasts fell and rose with each heavy breath you took. mouth left wet kisses down to your collarbone and between your breasts. You let out a sigh feeling his gentle touch and he cupped your soft mound, squeezing lightly before he brought his lips to your hardening bud.
โ€œIs this good?โ€ Jungkook asked almost shyly, tongue sneaking a touch on your nipple as his thumb swiped over it feeling it begin to stiffen. You could barely form words to respond when he repeated the actions a couple times.
"Jungkoโ€”ngh," you whined wriggling around a little for more. He looked up at you through a mess of hair and his teasing tongue flicked your nipple as his other hand groped the flesh of your left breast.
You touched along his back wanting to feel more of him pushing your breasts in his face and he drooled all over your boobs, sucking and licking your skin while you arched into him.
Once his tongue had grown sore, Jungkook moved along down your stomach pulling on it in hopes that he could get it off. With a small huff in annoyance, he sat back, looking down at your half naked body and tried to work out a way to take it off you. He raised your legs against his shoulders, sliding the flimsy fabric off and throwing it to the floor next to his shirt.
It didnโ€™t go ignored the fact that you had been completely bare underneath, your pubic area exposed to him as youโ€™ve gone all night with no panties and it was only now he realized.
โ€œYou had nothing under this entire time?โ€ Jungkook asked, finally pulling his own pants down, not bothering to wait to get his briefs off and did them both at the same time. He barely gave you time to appreciate the veins leading down his V-line toward his hardened cock before he was leaning down to kiss you again, โ€œIf I wouldโ€™ve known we wouldโ€™ve never left your apartment.โ€
โ€œGood thing I didnโ€™t tell you then,โ€ You said between gasps when he licked the shell of your ear, pressing his naked body against yours.
Tonight had been something heโ€™s known for months and a yearly event that he needed to attend. If he had known and seriously kept you in bed youโ€™re sure he wouldโ€™ve heard an earful. You only chose to go bare so you wouldnโ€™t get a panty line on the dress.
He mustโ€™ve liked your chest because he went back to your breasts hungrily latching onto a nipple again, choosing not to respond anymore as he got lost in your warmth.
Like earlier when he got the dress off, he hitched your right leg up until it was bent close to your stomach, exposing more of your wet pussy to his greedy eyes. Silky strings of arousal glazed over your folds making him run his tongue along his bottom lip. Jungkook was focused on your wet cunt, dragging a finger along the center where your juices puddled at your entrance. It was a wet, creamy sort of slick that coated his fingers and your clit.
You released a moan at stimulation, jaw going slack when Jungkook gripped your hips with his free hand and pressed you firmly to the bed. Making sure you wouldnโ€™t squirm away, he dropped to his stomach, face between your lips as he went for a taste.
His lips were soft against your folds, eyes locked onto the sight of your puffy lips and let his tongue lick up the puddle of arousal. He practically sucked on it for a taste and left open mouth kisses on your cunt. You gripped the bed sheets tightly, legs threatening to shut but whenever you tried to squirm his head followed your movements.
Jungkook could barely breathe but it felt unnecessary as he nipped at your labia, sucking it into his mouth and letting your clit rut against the tip of his rounded nose. In all honesty, there was only one thing on his mind right now. He wanted to please you and make you feel good. He wanted to make you forget about any other guy and make you think of him and only him. His mouth closed over the stiffened clit suddenly and he began to lick and suck, feeling the outline of your slit get his chin wet like a dog lapping at water with thirst.
You had to be the sweetest thing to ever grace his tongue and it was making him lose his mindโ€”aimlessly rutting his stiff cock against the bed.
Your head had fully tipped back, no longer paying attention to the pleasure he brought between your legs and sunk into the pillows, staring up at the ceiling moaning. Jungkook watched you succumb to what he gave you and he snaked a hand along your body, feeling the way your stomach caved in with deep breaths and settled a grip on your tits. His fingers were wet and he used the liquid to coat your nipples, rubbing them between fingers and quite literally tongue fucking you with your hips humping his face.
You were in ecstasy with his mouth slobbering all over your cunt. You couldnโ€™t remember the last time you let someone touch youโ€”pleasure you. It surely wasnโ€™t with the ex you lived with. You stopped letting him in long before you broke up and even then he didnโ€™t make you feel the way Jungkook did.
"Ohโ€”" you moaned softly, hands in his
dark hair keeping him in place. He didn't say anything only guided you through an orgasm, feeling the way your legs shook and your breath hitched. Your clit twitched in his mouth and he tried to soothe the feeling with tender lips, tongue lapping at your release as you came down from your high.
Your eyes opened, looking right at the red tip of his cock, aching with need and pointing straight at you. He leaked with precum just from what he had done to you and he needed more. You tried to sit up on shaky legs, meeting him halfway for a messy tongue kiss, licking your arousal off his lips and some spit mixed into it. It was nasty but it made him grown with lust, especially when your hand snaked around his mushroom tip.
Jungkook dropped his forehead against your shoulder, staring down at your naked bodies and focusing on the hand you had on him. Your thumb was rubbing against the slit, smearing clear arousal around his head. His brows knitted together, a confused expression as you tried leaning back, managing to pull him into bed. It didnโ€™t take long for him to get the hint and get on his back.
โ€œBaby,โ€ Jungkook tried to warn as you shifted to sit between his legs, leaning down to his stiff member. He was so close already and wasnโ€™t sure how much heโ€™d be able to handle before he had a chance to be inside you. A dry gasp left his lips as you went in without warning.
You flattened your tongue on the underside of his length, teasing a long lick from his base to the tip. Spit pooled in your mouth that you let drool out of your mouth and cover his tip, eyes on him the whole time. His eyes felt heavy but he refused to let them shut, wanting to see the way you took his cock into your mouth seductively.
A deep, throaty men left his lips as you swallowed as much of him as you could; never pulling your eyes off him and his head nearly tipped back with pleasure. Holding the base of his cock with one hand, you begin to bob your head setting a good pace, with your other hand on his muscular thigh.
Your eyes lock on the obvious muscles flexing under your touch, his abdomen more prominent than before and you eyed his tattoos curiously. Whatever you couldnโ€™t fit into your mouth was jerked off by your free hand that would occasionally run a little lower to massage his scrotum.
You can tell he was close which left you with a sense of pride. Your nose pressed into his pubic bone, taking steady breaths as you flattened your tongue and relaxed your throat to fit whatever more you can. Jungkook panted feeling the throb of his cock as his tip hit the back of your throat.
You roughly swallow around him, suppressing a gag and resume to deep throat him.
"Fucking hell," he groaned tossing his head back in bliss, hand hiding his face as it scrunched together in pleasure. Moans were pouring out of his mouth, sounds muffled into his hand, "I'm soโ€”close."
It hit him at once, hips nearly licking from how hard his muscles tightened with pleasure. His cock twitched warning a gag from you before he couldnโ€™t take anymore. You didnโ€™t pull away, swallowing what you could of his release.
Jungkook slowly comes down from his high, hand petting your hair. His eyes were hazy and his mouth dry. It felt like he couldn't move a muscle but he needed to feel your mouth on his. He could taste himself on you and with your aftertaste on his he wished to kiss more, pulling you onto his lap.
It was the best head heโ€™s ever received yet his cock ached for more.
โ€œCondom?โ€ You asked, nipping at his ear lobe making his eyes roll. He didnโ€™t bother to shift you off his lap as he blindly felt around his nightstand for protection.
He let you slide it onto his member, watching it bounce back up, too stiff to budge and held placed a hand at the base as you moved to straddle him.
The expression you made as you sank onto his length was utterly beautiful and you radiated a confidence in taking him that he hadnโ€™t seen before. Every time heโ€™d seen you has led up to this moment where you could finally be as intimate as you please and he wasnโ€™t the only one jumping for the chance. He didn't push to move even if he really wanted to and instead let you adjust. He wanted this to be pleasurable to you too.
"Jungkook," you whined, hands flat on his chest making your tits perk up and he carefully shifted his hips, rolling them up to dig just a little deeper.
โ€œThatโ€™s it baby,โ€ he muttered under his breath, watching your hair fall forward as you tried to concentrate on his thrusts. You ground your hips against him and he watched your body shudder with pleasure. It was hypnotic the way you pulled him and he couldnโ€™t help but lean upward, kissing one of your breasts as you rode his dick for the first time.
He groped at your ass, spreading the soft cheeks apart and rammed into you when you threw your head back with a whimper, "Feels good."
You threw your arms around him, suffocating him against your chest as he bounced you on his dick, moaning against your nipples and drooling. Jungkook's nail dug into your soft flesh as he lifted your hips up and down on his cock.
He felt stuck, unable to move his hips as much as he wanted to and with a low grunt, he rolled you onto your back, knees digging into the mattress as your legs wrapped around his waist, โ€œFuck, I canโ€™t.โ€
You didnโ€™t pay much attention to his words as Jungkook began to quite literally drop dick inside you, grinding his pelvis into you with each deep thrust and it felt nasty to be fucked this way.
A familiar ring of nerves clenching around his member as it sucked him into your folds. He wasn't going to last much longer either.
He hasn't slept with someone in months and it definitely didn't feel like this. He didnโ€™t give it up to just anyone despite what reputation he might have, and it took him time to sleep with you. He had to feel intimate in other ways before he let himself feel the pleasure you brought him.
โ€œGonna cum for me?โ€ He asked softly, kissing your jaw and hugging your waist as he dug your pussy out, feeling your nails claw at his back.
โ€œPlease,โ€ you begged, snuggling into his neck and his chest tightened with want. He put more purpose into his thrusts, bringing you and himself so close to the edge that you would tip over any moment. You sounded too pretty begging for him to just ignore.
A wave of pleasure washed over you, skin rising with bumps as a shiver ran down your body. He held you tightly as you moaned in euphoria, coming undone once again. Jungkook couldnโ€™t hold on much longer and your legs around him gave him no choice but to fuck the rest of length in you until he came into the condom.
You laid together for a moment, both shaking and softly petty each other as you came down. Jungkookโ€™s fingers combed your hair back and you straightened your sore legs as you let him pull out.
You donโ€™t remember much aside from the drowsiness and he cleaned you up better than you couldโ€™ve.
He lied back in bed, pulling the covers over your naked body and fell asleep in your arms.
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Once the sun rose into the sky, sneaking into the bedroom through the blinds and waking you from a heavy sleep, you found yourself feeling sore. You attempted to stretch but Jungkookโ€™s arm trapped you against him.
โ€œWhat time is it?โ€ You mumbled to yourself, looking down at your naked body feeling self conscious as you rolled onto your side to find your phone. It was somewhere out in the foyer with the rest of your things youโ€™d forgotten.
The time on Jungkookโ€™s alarm clock read ten minutes past the bus. You shouldโ€™ve been on it and on your way to the cafe.
โ€œY/n,โ€ Jungkook mumbled sleepily, sitting up a little to see what was holding your attention, โ€œBack to sleep.โ€
โ€œIโ€™m going to be late to the cafe,โ€ You said, attempting to get up but failing miserably once he pulled you back down.
โ€œWho cares about that one, letโ€™s sleep a little longer,โ€ He said and although your heart raced, you canโ€™t help but roll your eyes.
โ€œDonโ€™t you have work today? Weโ€™ll both be late,โ€ You tried to reason but your now clingy boyfriend wasnโ€™t hearing any of it.
โ€œIโ€™m in line to be CFO, I can do whatever I want and today Iโ€™m choosing to spend as much time with you as possible,โ€ Jungkook said arrogantly but it was so easy to look past when he kissed your palm affectionately.
โ€œNot all of us are as lucky,โ€ You sighed, pressing a quick kiss to his lips as you tried getting out of bed. Instead you just ended up underneath him.
His smile was mischievous, โ€œSo Iโ€™ve been thinkingโ€ฆโ€
โ€œYes?โ€
โ€œWe already barely have time to see each other,โ€ Jungkook said with a small pout, โ€œAnd you live so far with someone who doesnโ€™t deserve to see you as often as he doesโ€ฆโ€
โ€œWell, maybe you should come stay with me. I know you said Yeaun doesnโ€™t have the space to let you move in with her and I really donโ€™t want you stressing about rent or living with someone you donโ€™t want to live with,โ€ Jungkook told you, slowly rolling off you once he felt he had your attention, โ€œSo what do you say?โ€
โ€œYou live far,โ€ You tried to say, sitting up and clutching the sheets to your front. You werenโ€™t completely opposed to it but shocked nevertheless.
โ€œThatโ€™s why I think you should quit at the cafe,โ€ Jungkook said eagerly, โ€œThat way you could focus on just one job and have so much more free time. Iโ€™ll take you or get you a driverโ€”a car?, whatever you need to get to the bar. I know you like working there but at least you wouldnโ€™t be running back and forth between jobs. I live far but Iโ€™m asking you, will you move in with me?โ€
โ€œI have to think about it,โ€ you sighed, sinking further into bed and the thought of getting up to answer missed calls from your job made you want to hide under the covers. You really did not like working there. It was early hours, shitty pay, and rude people. At least at the bar it was nighttime and the people knew you. And it would be nice to no longer live with Taehyungโ€ฆ
Jungkook couldnโ€™t help but smile, pulling you into his arms knowing you were seriously considering it, โ€œโ€ฆ And if you ever decide you donโ€™t want to be at the bar eitherโ€ฆ youโ€™ll be with me and have all the time in the world to do what you want.โ€
โ€œYouโ€™re offering too much,โ€ You said playfully, hugging him lovingly, โ€œIโ€™ll really start to think about it.โ€
โ€œPlease, I could give you whatever you want if you just let me,โ€ Jungkook says.
In some strange, unexplainable way, he fell for someone so unlike him. It was effortless and comforting to the point that nothing would bother him about it and all he wanted was to be with you. He could ignore everything else, or solve anything just to be with you.
Itโ€™s like youโ€™re what heโ€™s been looking for and heโ€™s what you needโ€”someone trusting, reliable and loving.
Ever since he saw you buying orchids at the convenience store, he canโ€™t help but think of them when he thinks of you. You remind him of one.
Beautiful, charming, graceful. It didnโ€™t matter if you had different upbringings or experiences, all he knows is youโ€™re fit for him and heโ€™s fit for you. Heโ€™ll show you things youโ€™ve never seen, treat you to luxuries and care while you teach him more about yourself. Let him really get to know you and what makes you smile.
To do that, you have to let him in.
โ€œSo no work?โ€ Jungkook asked hopefully making you roll your eyes, trying not to smile.
โ€œI guess not,โ€ You sighed, feeling him begin to smile against you and hurried to stop him, โ€œBut I should still go home.โ€
โ€œTo pack?โ€
โ€œNo, to shower and get dressed,โ€ You corrected him, laughing at how he whined, โ€œWell talk about it more later, last night wasโ€ฆโ€
โ€œA lot?โ€
โ€œYou can say thatโ€
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Eden
Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader
Summary: Seeing you with other Bridgerton offspring has an interesting effect on your new husband...
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I couldn't resist using a Season 3 gif cos hello.
Warnings: 18+ smut, minors DNI, breeding kink, dirty talk, mutual masturbation, vaginal sex, creampie, ie filthy babymaking. Also, the smut is bookended by fluff; yeah, that probably needs a warning, lol.
Word Count: 4.2k
Authors Note: This is a very belated request fill for @victoriaholland (HERE) and Anon (HERE) about Benedict with a touch of baby fever. I decided to combine the asks as I saw a way to weave them together. Sorry for the delay, but well at least babymaking seems appropriate for spring hehe. Thank you to @colettebronte for being an awesome beta, as always. Err, Enjoy! <3
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Daphneโ€™s latest child is beautiful; you delight in his joy as he bounces on your lap, learning the strength of his sweetly chubby legs, little fists wrapped tight around your fingers.ย 
Looking up, you catch your husband's eye from afar, his stare intense across the gardens of Bridgerton House as you sit under a tented shelter upon a picnic blanket. The rest of the family are scattered around, playing games or chatting, but you are quite content minding the little one while his nanny takes a few moments to eat lunch.
โ€œIs everything alright, my love?โ€ You inquire as Benedict draws closer.ย 
โ€œYesโ€ฆ Iโ€ฆ.โ€ He seems a little flustered.ย 
โ€œAre you sure?โ€ย 
You pull a funny face for the infant, who breaks out into the most adorable infectious giggles that has you grinning from ear to ear and hugging him into your body, swaying with him.ย 
โ€œAre you alright? Minding the child?โ€ He checks, his voice a touch odd.
โ€œOh yes. We are more than happy, are we not, my little prince?โ€ You talk in a vaguely silly baby-talk voice, addressing the child in your arms as much as Benedict.ย 
Again, the child peals with delighted noises and spit bubbles enthusiastically, looking up at Benedict eagerly as much as you do.
โ€œWell, that is wonderful news,โ€ he blusters, and you could swear he is out of sorts, breathless almost. โ€œI shallโ€ฆ leave you to it,โ€ he adds, giving you a bow and then withdrawing as the little one wiggles out of your arms.
โ€œIgnore your Uncle Benedict; he is being a silly billy,โ€ you whisper conspiratorially once the man in question is out of earshot.
The response is babbled nonsense as the child bashes one wooden brick against another.
โ€œI quite agree,โ€ you state sagely before breaking into a goofy grin.
โ€”โ€”
โ€œPlease?โ€ Hyacinth wheedles.
โ€œNo, Hy,โ€ you sigh without even looking up.
โ€œUgh, you are no fun!โ€ she scowls, crossing her arms defiantly.
โ€œWhat is all this?โ€ Anthony clips as he strides into the drawing room, Benedict on his heels, as Hyacinth flounces dramatically across the room.ย 
โ€œYour little sister is angry at me because I will not allow her to drink the punch; it has brandy in it,โ€ you explain cooly.
โ€œQuite right, too!โ€ Anthony chimes as Hyacinth rolls her eyes.
โ€œListen to y/n, Hyacinth, and do as she says,โ€ Anthony lectures, and you feel grateful for his support, effectively neutering her rebellion. โ€œDespite a temporary lapse of judgment when choosing a spouse, she is otherwise one of the most sensible people in this family.โ€
โ€œHeyโ€ฆ!โ€ Benedict protests.
โ€œPleaseโ€ฆโ€ Anthony withers, twisting towards him. โ€œBrother, if there is one thing us Bridgerton men know how to do, โ€˜tis to marry a woman entirely too good for us. And well done on that, by the way.โ€
You smirk at Anthonyโ€™s hilarious way of putting his brother - your husband - in his place, catching Kateโ€™s eye with a wink as she enters the room carrying her baby.ย 
โ€œY/n, come and meet the future Viscount; heโ€™s awake at last,โ€ she calls to you.ย 
You are immediately on your feet and grinning, taking the tiny bundle from her arms and cooing at the sweet little boy. The baby opens his enormous brown eyes and observes you for a second before breaking into a one-toothed grin and happily waving his fists at you.
โ€œOh, he really likes you!โ€ Kate enthuses, delighted.
โ€œAs I do you, little one,โ€ you smile, leaning over to kiss his forehead.
You look up to see Benedict with that same look on his face as earlier. A tempest, almost an energy over his being. Itโ€™s almost as if he isโ€ฆ aroused?! Which is most odd.
As you hand the baby back to Kate, giving him one final kiss, Benedict is suddenly by your side. Announcing to the family that there has been a change of plan and, regrettably, you will not be able to stay for dinner, his arm an insistent tug around your waist.
โ€”โ€”
โ€œWhy did we not stay for family dinner as originally planned, my love?โ€ย 
Your question is soft, only just audible over the noise of the carriage as you trundle over the cobbled streets of Mayfair a few minutes later.ย 
โ€œI decided that we should perhaps dine at ours this eveningโ€ฆโ€ his voice adopting that deeper edge which always causes butterflies in your tummy. His hand lands on your knee, a heavy weight that feels portentous. He slides closer on the bench seat.
โ€œWhy might that be?โ€ your ask turns breathy, entirely without you meaning it to.
โ€œI want to be alone with you,โ€ he murmurs, unmistakably pitched to arouse.ย 
The carriage seems to notch up a few degrees as the rocking motion presses your side rhythmically into his. The sound of the wheels and hooves is so loud. He twists to wrap an arm around your shoulder and pulls your back against his flank.ย 
โ€œAll day today, I have watched you,โ€ he rumbles, hand warming the skin around your clavicle, fingertip brushing in circles. โ€œYou are so very good with children, darling. Seeing you so naturally with the babies and how you handled Hyacinthโ€ฆ you would be the perfect mother.โ€
You blush a little at his praise. โ€œThank you, my love. I would like children one day. Your children. Imagine a child with your eyes. They would be quite the most beautiful,โ€ you sigh wistfully, leaning back into him, his hand feeling heavier on your skin.
Benedict chuckles modestly. โ€œAnd what of your beauty? Would a child version of you not be the most fetching?โ€
You giggle and turn your head sideways to nuzzle against his jaw. โ€œI think we would indeed make beautiful babies together, Benedict.โ€
โ€œI agree,โ€ his voice a tempting lilt, fingers skating downwards over the swell of your breast now, slipping inside the fabric and making you gasp as he tweaks your nipple. โ€œAnd I think we should start as soon as we get home.โ€
โ€œDid seeing me with babies suddenly make you want your own, Mr Bridgerton?โ€ Your hand flexes on his knee as he toys with your breast.
โ€œOh yes darling, it made me want to take you right thereโ€ฆโ€ he asserts, finally admitting those looks he gave you were indeed pure arousal.
You reach up and run your hand into his hair, fingers flexing on his warm scalp as you pull his face to yours.ย  โ€œAnd suddenly, it appears I am no longer hungry for dinnerโ€ฆโ€ you whisper flirtatiously, your cupid's bow brushing his stubbled upper lip.
He groans, and his passionate kiss is plundering, a tingle running over your limbs, just as your carriage comes to a shuddering stop outside your townhome.ย 
Uncaring of the neighbourhood or any prying eyes, Benedict sweeps you out of the carriage in his arms, carrying you bridal style over the pavement and through your front door.
โ€œMy wife and I are not to be disturbed,โ€ he announces crisply and loudly to the staff as you enter the hallway.
Leaving no room for doubt about his plans by pulling you into a searing kiss for all to see before ascending the stairs rapidly. He practically growls as he kicks open the door to your master bedroom door and slams it shut again with his foot.ย 
โ€œBenedictโ€ฆโ€ you stammer, heart pounding at how overwrought he is.ย 
You have never seen him like this. Commanding, crackling with an energy that has your body simmering. He is usually so sweet, affable, and kind. Every time you have been intimate since your wedding night a few weeks ago, he has been a complete gentleman: loving and so very tender. The grip he has had on you tonight feels different. This is something primalโ€”like a switch has been flipped at a basal level in his being.
He places you down onto your feet before the roaring fire, his face intense.
โ€œWifeโ€ฆโ€ The way he says it makes you feel a flush creep over your skin.
โ€œHusbandโ€ฆโ€ you respond in kind, belly fluttering with excitement.
โ€œTake off your dress,โ€ he orders, his dilated pupils shining in the firelight.
This is new. Usually, he is the one to remove it slowly and softly from your body.ย 
โ€œI cannot, the buttonsโ€ฆโ€ you confess, signalling behind you. You would need your ladies' maid to unhook them from between your shoulder blades.ย ย 
He moves closer, seeming so much taller; his ragged breaths dance in the tendrils of your hair as he reaches around behind your shoulders. With a rough tug that makes you startle, he tears the fabric asunder, the sound of tiny pearl buttons skittering across the polished wooden floor behind you as you gasp in surprise.
โ€œThereโ€ฆโ€ he smirks dangerously, โ€œproblem resolved.โ€
You are speechless as he withdraws a pace, looking at you expectantly. You follow his order, a slight quake in your hands as you push the frayed dress down your body, still a little shocked by his strength. Then you reach for the crisscross lacing of your stays, feeling the weight of his stare as each loop relents, his eyes hungry, his body heaving with deep breaths his fitted jacket taut with each inhale. You peel the item away, leaving just your thin white cotton chemise.
โ€œRip it too,โ€ you plead before you realise it, enthralled by this assertive demeanour.
With a noise in the back of his throat, he takes a pace forward again, and you stare up at him, enchanted. He grasps the fabric above your breasts and then rips it loudly from your chest all the way to your ankles, the sound echoing up the walls. Again, his strength has your knees weak. As the torn pieces flutter from your body, you want to bathe in the hungry sound he makes as he realises you are clad only in white knee-high silk stockings, no underwear to be seen, the warmth from the fireplace swirling around your intimate area.ย 
As you stand almost naked before your imposing husband, him still fully dressed, there is a knot low in your gut. But itโ€™s not fear; itโ€™s something else entirelyโ€”desire. Trembling, breathless and wanting. An elemental wish to be thoroughly taken.
He steps forward, eyes glittering, and his fingers plough roughly between your legs, making you gasp.
โ€œEden,โ€ he proclaims, his fingers snagging over your swollen pearl of a clit with almost rough strokes, the callous where he holds his paintbrush abrading your folds. โ€œA wonderful, lush, wet garden. Just waiting to be planted.โ€ย  His words are hypnotic and low, questing fingers being coated with a dewiness that is entirely of his making.
โ€œPleaseโ€ฆโ€ you whimper, squirming on his touch, captivated by this version of your husband, wanting to submit to him, a burning need low in your belly. His fingers slide faster, making a lewd, wet noise.ย 
โ€œAre you going to let me?โ€ Benedict croons. โ€œPlant my seed inside you?โ€
Until now, he has always been careful to complete outside your body. A slightly bereft feeling every time - the wonderful moment cut short as he leaves you suddenly empty, a warm splash upon your thighs, tummy or spine. The idea he will stay inside you is alluring in a way you donโ€™t fully comprehend.
โ€œYes, please, husband,โ€ your nipples puckering almost painfully against the wool of his lapels as he crowds into you.ย 
โ€œGood. Get on that bed right now,โ€ Benedict orders roughly, pointing at your four-poster bed as he tugs off his jacket.
You scramble to obey. Feeling under a spell. Being naked save your stockings feels illicit as you lay back into the soft pillows and watch as he undresses, staring you down the whole time.ย 
You slide a hand between your legs instinctively as more of his toned body is revealed. He growls at the sight, you biting your lip and watching him, his torso bare, his trousers clinging to his shapely legs, to his swollen cock. He bends to remove his shoes, and the sight of his broad shoulders flexing is enough to make you moan. As he stands back up and hooks his elegant fingers around the trouser buttons, a smug look on his handsome face that he is doing this to you.
โ€œHusbandโ€ฆโ€ you call out to him, writhing on your fingers shamelessly now, one hand shooting up to brace your movements against the headboard, flushing warm down to your toes.
With a few dextrous flicks, the buttons relent, and his trousers drop to the floor. His naked body is always a delicious sight, but tonight feels more, every sense heightened, moaning again as he takes a step towards you, thigh muscles flexing, his cock standing proud to attention.
Again, a soft plea falls from your lips, your eyes raking every plain of his tempting form, feeling yourself swell under your fingertips.
โ€œNot yet,โ€ he clucks, the arrogance somehow more beguiling as you bite your lip. โ€œI think I want to watch you come, my darling. All by yourself. I hear female pleasure can aid with conception after all.โ€
โ€œWill you not touch me?โ€ you petition, reaching your other hand imploringly towards him.
โ€œNo darling, I shall watch,โ€ his lopsided grin deadly.ย 
He wraps a strong fist around his own cock, pumping slowly, a bead of moisture gathering at his tip, glistening in the candlelight as he does.ย 
โ€œNow, use both hands, please. Place your fingers inside yourself,โ€ Benedict instructs as you blindly follow, a languid buzz in your brainโ€”you would do anything he told you to right now.
Planting your feet squarely on the bed, you drag your ankles up higher towards your bottom, letting your legs fall open wider to give him a better view as your other hand slides down. You plunge two fingers into yourself, your hips canting off the mattress with a staccato breath at the sensation of yourself, so hot and tight.
โ€œThat's right,โ€ he endorses, a leisurely movement of his hand up and down his cock as he watches you from a few feet away. โ€œโ€˜Feel yourself, darling. Tis paradise, is it not?โ€ that trademark rumbling voice skittering over your skin, goosebumps raising down your arms just at the tone.ย 
โ€œCome closer,โ€ you appeal breathily, wanting to smell him, feel his heat, his fleshโ€”anything.
He shakes his head, smirking wider as his refusal spurs you on, desperate to come. Mewling as your fingers speed up, one circling your clit, the others buried as far as you can, wishing instead it were his long, graceful fingers reaching places you are unable. Watching him squeeze his own cock hurtles you fast, already aroused from the moment he slid a hand into your dress in the carriage.ย 
Unable to fight the tide in your body, you screw your eyes shut and call out his name as your pussy starts to convulse around your own fingers, toes curling into the sheet, your muscles all going stiff, your hips again raised as you feel the tide break. A gush of wetness runs down your palm and your bottom cheeks as your mind floats away. Distantly, you can hear him speaking, but itโ€™s fuzzy as you flop back down, sated, your legs going flat, too shaky to balance.
You startle as a warm hand circles the wrist of your fingers still inside yourself, bringing you abruptly back into the room. Benedict looms over you, his chest heaving, that power still there.
โ€œWhat was that?โ€ your query drowsy, lips dry.
He chuckles richly. โ€œI said that was spectacular,โ€ he repeats, bemused. โ€œBut also that I want you to paint your nipples with your arousal, my love, for me,โ€ he commands, tugging your hand so your fingers slide out of yourself.
You do as bidden, still floating down from the high, smearing your own warm juices onto your puffed areolas.
โ€œPerfect..โ€ he intones.
In one swift, athletic move, he mounts the bed. You cry out as his warm mouth encloses your left nipple, groaning lewdly as he licks you clean of your arousal, his tongue a heavy, warm, wet weight curling around your sensitive bud, his lips tugging gently, reawakening those synapses only just recovering from your orgasm.ย 
โ€œWhy do you always taste like heaven?โ€ his dusky question is rhetorical, his breath gusting over your sternum as he swaps to your other breast to meter out the same treatment. He has you moving under him again as he settles his body over you more firmly, your hips tilting up to feel his hard cock graze your inner thigh. โ€œI wonder if you will still taste like heaven when you are heavy with my child?โ€ he hums thoughtfully as he teases your nipple with the tip of his nose, one hand cupping your empty belly. โ€œI dare say even moreso, ripe like a vine, bearing fruitโ€ฆโ€ That sonorous voice teases over your skin as he moves slowly upwards to nuzzle your neck. โ€œMy fruitโ€ฆ.โ€ he adds, possessive as he sucks your earlobe into his mouth, so loud now right by your ear.
His hands wind around your thighs as he shuffles position so he is kneeling between your legs, his ropey thighs spread wide under yoursโ€ฆ
โ€œAre you ready for that, my love?โ€ he pauses until you nod almost imperceptibly; you squeak as he suddenly hauls you down the bed, hips onto his lap, your pelvis now higher than your head upon the sheets. Your stockings unfurling down your legs where he quickly plucks at the ribbons holding them aloft.
โ€œGood, because I am more than ready for you,โ€ it almost sounds like a warning.
Then, with a solid thrust, he spears into your body, the invasion toe-curling, your fingers grasping his muscular forearms that are clamped around your waist. It is a primal position, and he begins to thrust with no mercy, his cock feeling huge and heavy, a strong weight that drags heavily over your walls as your pussy clings to him. Your eyes flutter closed as you whimper his name, powerless to do anything but take his thrusts, draped across his lap as you are.
โ€œLook at me,โ€ he demands raggedly. And you do, his handsome face contorted with effort as he slams into you, a little bead of sweat forming on his brow. โ€œLook at me while I fuck a baby into you, wife.โ€
Heโ€™s never spoken to you like this before, clipped, harsh. It seems appropriate that he would be almost desperate in an act so elemental, so of the earthโ€”to create life. Stoking a fire deep in your core that is a clarion call for him, a frisson running over your skin at the idea you are being impregnated. Bred.
You know neither of you will last long with this almost frenzied coupling, the tendrils of your arousal already swirling so soon after your last, his near-brutish handling precisely what you need, your swollen pearl slammed into his flat abdomen with every stroke he takes. The sheets roll under your shoulder blades as he keeps the same position, your hips high, a mounting that you cannot and do not want to escape, knowing he is leaving fingertip bruises around the dip of your waist, marks you will carry secretly with pride just for him.
You moan his name, so close again to that ephemeral bliss, thrashing your head from side to side as if willing the pleasure to break and wash over you.
โ€œCome on, come for me, milk me, darling. Take what you need, take my seed,โ€ his voice a deep wrecked purr, the lines of his body tense, craving release as much as you.
That command is what breaks the dam for you, an almost violent ricochet fanning out from where you clench around him, his cries muffled behind the rushing noise in your ears, every part of you convulsing in a pleasurable wave. And then, in a floating haze, for the very first time, you feel your husband come inside you, a warm bloom that coats your walls. It's an intoxicating feeling; you never want him to come anywhere else ever again.
โ€œThat's it, well done, my love,โ€ he croons, eyes still shut as he shudders with little aftershocks, not leaving your bodyโ€”as if he wants to stay inside you always.
โ€”โ€”
As the embers in the fireplace glow white, you lay in post-coital bliss, bodies dewy from exertion. Benedict rests his head upon your stomach as you card your fingers leisurely through his hair.
โ€œDo you believe we may have made a baby, darling?โ€ he hums, pressing his ear to your belly button as if listening for a heartbeat.
โ€œI am certain of it, husband; you were so very thorough with your attentions,โ€ you assure as he takes your hand in his, lacing your fingers together. โ€œI hope our baby has your face,โ€ you opine.
โ€œEven if it is a girl?!โ€
โ€œThou art as pretty as thou art handsome, Mr Bridgerton,โ€ you quip.
He laughs, carefree, crawling behind you and pulling you into a spooned embrace. โ€œBe careful with such provocation, wife; I may not be done with you after all,โ€ he jests idly. โ€œI, on the other hand, hope our child looks like you, even if it is a boy.โ€ he posits, crowding into your back, his lips warm on the shell of your ear.
โ€œWhy?โ€ you laugh, frowning, twisting to look back at him.
โ€œSo that I may love them as much as I do you,โ€ he breezes nonchalantly as if what he says is not the sweetest thing you can imagine, causing a tart, sudden spike of want through your body, even as you lay sated.
โ€œBe careful, husband,โ€ you volley back, coquettish. โ€œOr I may not yet be done with you.โ€
There is a sharp, approving intake of breath, and his hand slides low from your belly into the thatch of hair at the apex of your thighs.
โ€œIs that a promiseโ€ he rumbles, your gasp loud as his fingers expertly drag against your clit.
โ€œIt is whatever you want. Just do not stop,โ€ you rush out, your hand curling around his bicep, feeling a rigid mass slide hot against your bottom. โ€œAgain, husband,โ€ you appeal breathily. โ€œImpregnate me again.โ€
โ€œWith pleasure, wife,โ€ he growls, surging into your body with a force that again steals the very breath from your lungs.
The pinkish light dawn is streaking over the ceiling above when you both finally succumb to sleep after many more vigorous attempts at babymaking. The last one, perhaps the most desperate, you pinned against the headboard, him fucking into you so hard from behind that a jagged crack appears, spidering up the wall from where the bedframe slammed into it. A flaw which he steadfastly refuses to get fixed, claiming it to be the most profound artโ€”a souvenir and ode to a momentous night.
โ€”โ€”
9 months later
Benedictโ€™s lips mash against your sweaty brow as he keeps lauding you with praise, excitement and pride evident in his every word. You flop back onto the bed, exhaustion deep in your bones, your body turned inside out, hurting in a way you have never known.
But it was all worth it.
What feels like only moments later, in your shattered, addled state, the doctor and nurses depart. Your husband perches on the bed next to you, his face a picture of wonderment. Holding not just one but two bundles of joy in the crooks of his arms. One girl, one boyโ€”fraternal twins.
โ€œMy love, we have created the most beautiful creatures on all of this earth,โ€ he attests partisanly, his voice profound with emotion, his eyes pinging from one swaddled face to the other as they sleep soundly.
You shoot him a watery but ironic smile. โ€œI suppose, dear husband, that is what happens when you spend a whole night impregnating me. You succeed twice over.โ€
His brow raises pointedly, his tongue shooting out to pass over his bottom lip. โ€œAre you suggesting next time around, wife, we keep going for three days straight? So that I may have a brood of eight by the time we are done?โ€ Deploying his bedroom voice that he knows full well makes your knees weak.
โ€œDo not say such things in front of the children!โ€ you chide, swatting his knee where it touches your thigh. โ€œAnd no, I am not carrying six of your progeny at once; that is simply preposterous!โ€
โ€œFour?โ€ he petitions with a wink.
You roll your eyes affectionately, settling back into the mound of pillows. โ€œA maximum of two at a time is my final offer, Benedict Bridgerton,โ€ you respond drolly.
โ€œEntirely reasonable,โ€ he chuckles contentedly, dropping a kiss onto each of their foreheads before handing both to you so delicately, as if they are the most precious bundles in the world.ย 
Which to you both, they are.
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Guess (Logan Howlett x Fem!Reader)
A/N: Hey guys! Here is the enemies to lovers/hate fucking fic! Thank you to the anon who requested it <3 Sort of inspired by "Guess" by Charli and Billie. Enjoy y'all!
Summary: Logan hates you; you're sure of it. And so, you hate him too. But when you're forced to run drills with him, you're left to guess whether your frustration is genuine...or if it's something else. And it is definitely something else.
Warnings: 18+ SMUT!!! MINORS DNI!!!! Thigh riding, oral (m! and f!receiving), Fingering, Unprotected PIV (wrap it up!), cockwarming, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, hate(?)-fucking, enemies to lovers, dom!Logan, kinda?mean!Logan (he gets nice dw), cocky!Logan, forced proximity, rough sex, manhandling, praise kink, reader has hair (no descriptions at all tho), so much sexual tension, afab!/f!reader, some fighting at the beginning, cursing, def some grammatical errors, I think that's it.
Word Count: 4083 did I mention this is basically porn without plot
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Logan knew exactly how to drive you insane. Knew exactly how to get under your skin. It was infuriating.ย Heย was infuriating. Him and his aloofness. He was unapproachable, impossible to talk to. And when you were able to crack his shellโ€”to get him to speakโ€”it was almost always to say something cocky, to be his frustratingly smug self.ย 
ย And, naturally, Scott assigned you and Logan as partners to run todayโ€™s combat drills.ย 
โ€œA-are you sure about this, Scott?โ€ You ask, looking to the front of the gym, where heโ€™s standing. โ€œI usually run drills with Rogue, and we work pretty well toโ€”โ€
โ€œWhat is it, princess?โ€ Logan mocks, cutting you off. โ€œAfraid Iโ€™ll beat you? Afraid to get your hands dirty for once?โ€
You roll your eyes. โ€œYou are the worst, you know that?โ€ Logan works his jaw, furrowing his brows. He stalks toward you.ย 
โ€œSave it,โ€ Scott says, hands on his hips, striding between you and Logan. โ€œAll you two do is bicker. Itโ€™s like watching a married couple fight.โ€ You part your lips, ready to protest, but Scott cuts you off.ย ย โ€œTake your stances.โ€ He looks to Logan, and then to you. โ€œAnd no using your abilities, understood?โ€ He tilts his head, waiting for you to answer.ย 
You groan. โ€œFine. Yes. Understood.โ€ You shake your head, digging your heels into the ground and clenching your fists.ย 
Scott backs away, nodding to both of you. โ€œOn my mark,โ€ he shouts, his voice echoing against the walls of the gym. โ€œReady,โ€ he says, clicking the stopwatch in his hand. โ€œAndโ€ฆโ€ He trails off. Your eyes search Loganโ€™s face, watching the way he grinds his teeth, the way his brows furrow. Your heart thumps in your chest, blood boiling through your veins. โ€œGo!โ€
Logan lunges at you immediately, and you dodge to the left. โ€œHere, kitty, kitty,โ€ you tease, smirking, raising your hand and beckoning him closer. He growls, his knuckles white as he lunges at you again. This time, you meet the force of his body with a swift kick to the chest.ย 
But he grabs your ankle and twists, throwing you off balance. You crash to the ground, and Logan is immediately on top of you. He pins you down, straddling you, his hands gripping your wrists tightly above your head. You grunt, squirming underneath him. He smiles down at youโ€”that shit-eating grin spread wide across his face.ย 
โ€œWhat?โ€ He coos, leaning over you, his face just inches from yours. โ€œCat got your tongue?โ€ You can feel his breath on your lips, can feel the way his thumbs brush gently across the sensitive skin of your wrists. Youโ€™re suddenlyโ€ฆconfused by how nice the proximity feels, his weight on yours. Thereโ€™s something relieving about it. You can smell himโ€”musk and pine, leather and denim.ย What the fuck is this?ย You think to yourself.ย 
You shake yourself out of whatever trance youโ€™ve let yourself fall under, and knee Logan swiftly in the groin. He grunts, his hold on your wrists loosening, giving you the opportunity to wrap your legs around his waist, swing to the left, roll Logan over onto his back, and straddle him.ย 
His hands reach for your hips, but you stop him, gripping his wrists. Your arms shake as he resists your hold. His force, his strength, it hurtsโ€”itโ€™s almost too much for you to bear.ย 
โ€œF-fuck,โ€ you stutter, struggling to keep him down. You inhale deeply, concentrating. โ€œN-not letting you w-win.โ€
He chuckles, slowly but surely overtaking you. โ€œLet go,โ€ he soothes mockingly. โ€œJust let it happen. Itโ€™ll feel so good when you let me have this. No more pain.โ€ You shake harder, trembling, heat building uncontrollably in the bottom of your belly. You swallow harshly, trying to ignore the way his words make you feel. โ€œLet me win, princess.โ€
โ€œN-no,โ€ you protest, your grip on his wrists tightening. But itโ€™s no use. He breaks free, his hands suddenly on your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh.ย 
โ€œToo late,โ€ he whispers. He rolls you back over, holding you by the hips, pinning you down to the ground harder than before. โ€œLooks like I won after all, pretty girl.โ€
You squirm underneath him, bringing your hands to his chest, pushing against him with all your strength. But itโ€™s no use. He doesnโ€™t budge. โ€œNot fair,โ€ you huff, digging your nails into his t-shirt. He groans, and you swear he leans into your touch.ย 
โ€œFuck,โ€ he grunts. โ€œStop that.โ€ But something in his voice makes you think that maybe he doesnโ€™t want you to.ย 
โ€œWhy?โ€ You ask, squinting your eyes, only digging harder.ย 
โ€œGoddammit,โ€ he mutters, squeezing his eyes shut. โ€œBecause youโ€™re gonna have to finish what you start.โ€ His muscles flex as he grabs your wrists with one hand, tearing them from his chest, while his fingers grip your hip tightly with the other. He pins your hands above your head, just like he did before.ย 
โ€œTime!โ€ Scott yells. But Logan doesnโ€™t let go. Heโ€™s still holding you in place, your chest pressed to his. โ€œLogan, time! You two are fucking ridiculous. You need to sort this out!โ€ Scott yells again. Logan loosens his grip on your wrists, but he doesnโ€™t let go.ย 
โ€œWhat?โ€ You spit. โ€œYou hate me so much that winning isnโ€™t good enough for you?โ€ You shake your head, pulling your wrists free from his grasp. You can feel the tension between the two of you sharpen like a knife. The air is thick and heavy, dizzying. His other hand is still on your hip, his nails digging into your flesh. It stings, but part of you likes it. Part of you doesnโ€™t want him to let go. You secretly hope he leaves bruises, proof that he had touched you. But he hates youโ€”and youโ€™re supposed to hate him. You brush the feelings off and shove them down deep.ย 
โ€œGet off of her, Logan,โ€ Scott chides, his boots next to your face. โ€œYou won. The match is over.โ€
Loganโ€™s eyes donโ€™t leave yours as he lets go of your hip and sits back on his knees. You push yourself up and walk to the other side of the room, taking a swig from your water bottle. When you turn back around, Logan is still on his knees in the middle of the floor, staring at you.ย 
โ€œDick,โ€ you mumble, not truly meaning it as the words fall from your lips. You turn back around and storm towards the doors, water bottle in hand. โ€œIโ€™m done!โ€ You shout. You shove the doors open and head down the hall, away from the gym, away from Logan.ย 
And then you hear the gym doors swing open, crashing into the walls and slamming closed. A familiar set of footsteps thunders from down the hall.ย 
โ€œHey!โ€ Loganโ€™s thick, deep voice calls. You ignore him, entering the foyer and climbing the steps to your room. โ€œIโ€™m trying to talk to you!โ€ He yells, his voice closer now. You get to the top of the landing, turn around, and thereโ€™s Logan, just a few steps away.
Your nostrils flare. โ€œWhat the fuck do you want?โ€ You snap, backing down the hall and towards your room as Logan closes the distance between you and him. Your shoulders hit the wall at the end of the hallwayโ€”thereโ€™s nowhere left to go. He cages you in, his palms pressing next to either side of your head.ย 
โ€œI want to talk,โ€ he grits, his face just inches from yours.
You scoff. โ€œOh,ย nowย youย want to talk? Thatโ€™s fucking rich!โ€ You try to push him away, just like you did in the gym seconds ago, but heโ€™s solid. He is made of Adamantium, after all. โ€œMove,โ€ you demand.ย 
โ€œNo,โ€ he spits, pushing into your touch. โ€œWhat the fuck is going on here?โ€
You furrow your brows, genuine confusion stretching across your face. โ€œWhat the hell are you talking about, Logan?โ€
โ€œYou know damn well what Iโ€™m talking about!โ€ Sweat beads on his forehead, his muscles twitching as his hands press harder into the wall. He leans closer to you. โ€œYou have to feel it too.โ€ย 
You search his eyes, his face, for some kind of answer. You shake your head. โ€œWe hate each other, thatโ€™s all this is!โ€ You insist, digging your nails into his chest. โ€œNow get out of my way.โ€ย 
โ€œI donโ€™t think thatโ€™s really what you want, pretty girl,โ€ Logan mutters, grabbing your wrists and forcing them above your head.ย ย He closes the distance between the two of you. His forehead presses to yours. โ€œThink youโ€™re just confused.โ€
โ€œN-not confused,โ€ you stutter, the wetness pooling between your thighs betraying you. โ€œHate you.โ€ Heโ€™s so close, the proximity beyond dizzying. All you can see, all you can smell, all you can feel is Logan. You try to fight the heat shooting down your spine, blossoming in your lower belly. But itโ€™s no use.ย 
โ€œYeah?โ€ Logan teases as one of his hands lets go of your wrists, his fingertips trailing down your side. โ€œThen why can I smell this pretty little pussy crying for me, hm?โ€ He bumps into the hem of your shorts, tugging teasingly. โ€œYou donโ€™t hate me,โ€ he whispers, his lips suddenly at the shell of your ear. โ€œYou fucking need me, pretty girl.โ€
He bites at the skin under your ear, and you canโ€™t help but moan. โ€œLogan,โ€ you whine, squirming against his hold. You need to reach out and touch him, to feel his skin against yours. Youโ€™re melting, bending, breaking down around him.ย 
Logan lets go of your wrists, his hands grabbing your ass and hoisting you up. You wrap your legs around his waist and let him carry you into his room, just a bit further down the hall. He holds you tight with one hand while he opens his door, slamming it shut with his foot. He strides over to his bed and tosses you onto it.ย 
He crawls onto the bed after you, sitting up on his knees. โ€œStrip,โ€ he commands. โ€œWanna watch you, sweetheart.โ€
You swallow, your throat bobbing as you grab the bottom of your tank top and pull it up your body, throwing it to the floor. Logan licks his lips, watching you closely. You tug the bottom of your sports bra next, suddenly nervous.ย 
โ€œDoing so good for me, beautiful,โ€ Logan praises. He nods. โ€œKeep going.โ€ย 
Your heart flutters as you tug the sports bra the rest of the wayโ€”up and over your head, revealing your breasts. Logan works his jaw, grinding his teeth. You stare at him under hooded eyes, squirming as you work at your shorts and panties.ย 
But heโ€™s too impatient, pushing you down onto the bed, doing the work himself. He shoves your shorts and panties down your legs and throws them to the side. His lips crash down onto yours, swallowing your moans, his hands running up and down your body. He palms at your breasts, his thumbs flicking your nipples, pinching roughly. He grabs your hips and rolls you over so that youโ€™re straddling him. You can feel his erection straining against his jeans.
He sits up, his chest pressing to yours as he bites at your lips, drawing blood, kissing you bruisingly. He breaks the kiss to yank his shirt up and over his head. Everything is rushed and frantic, impatient and needy. You can see the starvation in his eyesโ€”the pure, unadulterated hunger.
You lift your hips, working at his belt, sliding it through his belt loops, and throwing it to the floor of his room. You kiss his neck, licking underneath his jaw as you unbutton his jeans and pull down his zipper. Your lips trail the hollow of his throat as you tug at his jeans and boxers. You bite down on his collarbone, and he grunts, his fingers digging into your scalp, pulling your hair lightly. You moan as you continue your path to his chest, trailing open-mouthed kisses down his stomach, yanking his jeans and boxers down as far as you can get them, his cock springing free.ย 
His arms are spread wide against his headboard. He looks down at you authoritatively, assessing you. โ€œGo on,โ€ he husks. โ€œSuck my cock, pretty girl.โ€ He tilts his head to the side. You swallow at the sight of him, hesitantly wrapping your hand around the base of his erection. โ€œNo need to get all nervous on me now, sweetheart.โ€
You stroke him up and down, and he inhales deeply. โ€œThatโ€™s it,โ€ he coaches. He lightly pushes your head down to his cock, and you open your mouth, ready to take him inside.ย 
You wrap your lips around him, and he throbs inside your mouth. You swirl your tongue around his tip, and he grunts, pushing you further down his shaft. You slide down him, his head hitting the back of your throat. Heโ€™s massiveโ€”youโ€™re not even halfway down and youโ€™re already choking on him.ย 
โ€œFeels so fucking good,โ€ Logan mumbles as you slide up and back down, his hand gently guiding you. โ€œSuch a good girl. You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth.โ€ His words send a pulse to your core, and you canโ€™t help but grind down on his bare thigh. Logan chuckles darkly. โ€œWant you to make a mess of my thigh, sweetheart,โ€ he rasps, moving his thigh as you take more of him into your mouth. โ€œTake what you need.โ€
You moan around him, your teeth lightly grazing his tip as you move up and down his length. You grind down on his thigh, spreading your slick. You hollow your cheeks, sucking hard, trying to take him even deeper. Your eyes water as his hips buck into your mouth.ย 
You slide up and down, letting him fuck your face, his hand still gripping the back of your head. But you can feel him holding back, can feel him tensing up. You keep going, his cock twitching in your mouth. โ€œFuck,โ€ he curses, guiding your head up his shaft. โ€œGotta stop, beautiful.โ€ Your lips slip from his cock with aย pop,ย and you look up at Logan.ย 
โ€œWhy?โ€ You whisper, kissing his tip teasingly, wiping the drool from the corner of your mouth.ย 
He whispers your name under his breath before shifting onto his knees and pushing you down into the mattress. โ€œBecause I can smell that fucking pussy,โ€ he husks, trailing kisses down your neck, your breasts, your stomach. โ€œCould feel her soaking my thigh.โ€ He settles between your legs, spreading them wider with the palms of his hands. Thereโ€™s something feral in his eyes. He breathes you in hungrily and groans. โ€œCanโ€™t wait any longer. Need to taste you darlinโ€™.โ€
Logan presses a chaste kiss to your clit, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. He licks a long stripe through your folds, flicking your clit before gliding back down. โ€œFuck,โ€ he grunts against you. โ€œTastes so good. So fucking sweet, pretty girl.โ€ย 
He laps at you, his face buried against your cunt. โ€œLo,โ€ you whine, his fingertips trailing up your inner thigh, finding your folds. โ€œF-feels good,โ€ you stutter.ย 
โ€œYeah?โ€ Logan teases, wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking hard. โ€œThis what you needed?โ€ And then heโ€™s plunging two fingers deep inside you with one sudden thrust. โ€œFuck, youโ€™re tight.โ€
Your chest heaves as his fingers slip out and pump back in. โ€œLogan,โ€ you whimper, your legs trembling as his tongue draws tight, rapid circles into your clit. Itโ€™s so good, but you need more.ย You need him.ย โ€œLo,โ€ you call again, your hands finding his head, your nails digging into his scalp.
He groans against you at the contact, the vibration of his voice rocking through your core. His tongue swirls around your clit, flicking roughly. You tug on his hair again, and he grunts. โ€œWhat do you need, pretty girl?โ€ He mumbles.ย 
โ€œY-you,โ€ you stutter, your walls fluttering around his fingers.ย 
โ€œThink youโ€™ve already got me,โ€ he teases, his fingers sinking deeperโ€”down to his knucklesโ€”hitting that sweet spot inside you. โ€œWhat do you want, sweetheart? You too fucked out to use your words?โ€
You moan loudly, his lips wrapping around your clit again and sucking harder than before. His fingers ram into you, plunging deeper hit after hit. โ€œPlease,โ€ you beg. โ€œNeed more,โ€ you choke. โ€œNeed you inside me.โ€
Logan slides his fingers out of your aching cunt and licks one last long stripe through your folds before climbing up your body. He licks his lips, savoring the taste of you. โ€œWouldโ€™ve eaten you out for hours,โ€ he whispers, pressing his lips to yours. He smiles against you. โ€œTasted so good. Gonna need more later, sweetheart.โ€ย 
Your heart thunders in your chest at his words.ย Later.ย But before you can think too much about it, heโ€™s gripping your hips tightly and rolling you over so that youโ€™re straddling him again. You can feel his erection pressing against your folds.ย 
โ€œYou need me this bad, princess?โ€ He tuts, cocking his head to the side. He nods down to your aching cunt. โ€œThen take it,โ€ he demands, smirking. โ€œTake what you need. Wanna feel you riding me.โ€ You swallow harshly, grabbing his cock and guiding him to your folds. Youโ€™re suddenly nervous, overwhelmed by the sheer size of him.ย 
His tip nudges against your entrance, and you shudder involuntarily. You slowly slide down, taking him inch by inch. โ€œFuck,โ€ you curse, his cock twitching as you sink further. โ€œYouโ€™re soโ€”โ€
But then his hips buck up into yours, forcing you to take him all the way. โ€œPerfect, feels so fucking perfect,โ€ Logan moans as you cry out his name. You throw your head back in ecstasy. He leaves one hand tight on your hip while his other slides up your body, palming your breasts, pinching your nipples. โ€œGo on,โ€ he husks. โ€œKeep going, pretty girl.โ€
Your eyes flutter as you slide up his length and sink back down, rolling your hips against his. โ€œS-so deep,โ€ you stammer, taking as much of him as possible. โ€œSo good.โ€ย 
Logan canโ€™t help but rock against you, his hips bucking up into yours. You can tell heโ€™s holding backโ€”can tell he wants to fuck you into the mattress. So, you pick up your pace, sliding up and down his cock faster. โ€œThatโ€™s it, sweetheart,โ€ Logan praises, guiding the roll of your hips. โ€œDoing so good for me.โ€
His hand slides down your body, slipping between your thighs. His fingertips brush your clit, drawing tight, rapid circles into the bud. Your hips stutter at the contact, your pace faltering.ย 
โ€œCanโ€™t take it?โ€ Logan tuts, letting go of your clitโ€”both of his hands gripping your hips now. Heโ€™s pushing you down, forcing your back into the mattress. โ€œThen itโ€™s my turn, sweetheart.โ€
Logan wastes no timeโ€”his cock is already inside you again. He feels deeper nowโ€”stuffed down to the hilt, bottoming out with ease. You instinctively wrap your legs around his waist, your hands coming up to his biceps as he rams into you. โ€œS-so much,โ€ you whine, his hand slipping between your bodies and finding your clit again. Your hips buck into his as he draws circles into the bud.ย 
โ€œThis better?โ€ He asks teasingly. โ€œNeeded me to take you the way I wanted, hm?โ€ He presses harder into your clit, his fingers swirling. You moan his name, unable to form a sentence, and Logan smirks. โ€œI know, pretty girl. You needed my cock this whole time, didnโ€™t you?โ€
โ€œY-yes,โ€ you stammer. Logan pounds into you, the sound of his skin slapping against yours echoing across the walls of the room. His pace is reckless, his cock dragging along your walls, pulling out and thrusting back in. โ€œNeeded you.โ€
โ€œThatโ€™s right,โ€ Logan rasps, flicking your clit with his thumb, pinching softly. โ€œYou just needed me to fuck you.โ€ He pounds into you, faster with every thrust. Itโ€™s overwhelming, overstimulating, and you know youโ€™re already close.ย 
Your walls flutter around him, squeezing him and taking him deeper. He groans at the feeling, his forehead resting against yours. โ€œLogan, Iโ€™mโ€ฆโ€ You trail off as his pumps grow harder, faster. Your muscles contract and release, tears brimming at the corners of your eyes. โ€œC-can I come? Pleaseโ€ You finally cry.
Logan smirks. โ€œLet go for me, sweetheart.โ€ But itโ€™s more than permissionโ€”itโ€™s a demand. โ€œWanna feel you come.โ€ His fingers swirl around your clit, his cock twitching inside you, pushing you over the edge. โ€œSuch a good girl,โ€ Logan praises. โ€œDonโ€™t hold back.โ€ย 
Electricity lights up your spine as the tension cuts like a knife. It feels like a riptide dragging you under its current. Forceful and intense. You try to ride it out, try to come down from your peak, but Logan is still fucking into you. His pace isnโ€™t growing sloppy. He isnโ€™t faltering. Heโ€™s still going with ease.ย 
Your nails dig into his biceps. โ€œLo,โ€ you whimper, his hips snapping into yours. โ€œIโ€ฆโ€ You trail off, too overstimulated to speak. But the tension is already building back up, already sparking a fire in your belly.
โ€œItโ€™s okay, darlinโ€™. Iโ€™m right here,โ€ he soothes, stroking your clit. โ€œBut Iโ€™m not done with you yet.โ€ He pumps in and out, still splitting you in two, still stretching you out. โ€œKnow you have another one in you.โ€
โ€œFuck,โ€ you curse as he slams into you. Your walls flutter around him, your chest heaving with his. โ€œItโ€™s too much,โ€ you choke.ย 
His lips capture yours, swallowing your moans. โ€œYou can do it, pretty girl,โ€ Logan grunts, his pace faltering, his cock throbbing inside you. He circles your clit faster, harder, driving you closer and closer to the edge. And you know heโ€™s not far behind. Your walls clench down around him, and his hips stutter at the feeling. โ€œThatโ€™s it,โ€ he praises. โ€œCome on my cock again, darlinโ€™.โ€
And then youโ€™re falling, hard, your orgasm crashing into you. Ripples of heat course through your body, prickling your skin. Everything is pure fire, melting your limbs, scorching your bones. But itโ€™s bliss.ย 
You hold onto Logan tightly, his forehead resting against yours. He curses under his breath. โ€œGonna fill you up, pretty girl,โ€ Logan breathes, still thrusting in and out. His fingers slide away from your clit, his hand reaching under your back and tugging your chest to his. โ€œYou want me to make you mine?โ€
โ€œYes,โ€ you beg, tightening your legs around his waist. โ€œLo, please.โ€
And then with one more rough thrust, heโ€™s spilling himself inside you, filling you up just like he said he would. Heโ€™s warm and pulsing, flooding you, painting your walls. Logan chants your name and moans a string of praises as he comes undone.ย So fucking beautiful. Did so well for me. Wanna stay inside this perfect little pussy. Need more already.ย 
He stills inside you, his hips unmoving. He rolls off you, and you think this might be it. That he might put his clothes back on and tell you to get out. But he tugs you with him, still half-hard inside you, rolling you onto your side and into his chest, your leg hoisted above his hip.
With one hand on your waist, he brings his other to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing just under your eyes. โ€œYou okay?โ€ He asks. โ€œI didnโ€™t hurt you, did I?โ€
You shake your head from side to side. โ€œNo,โ€ you assure, burying your face into his chest. โ€œFelt so good.โ€
His hand on your waist snakes around to your back, his fingers drawing patterns and shapes into your bare skin. โ€œFelt perfect,โ€ he whispers, pressing a chaste kiss to the crown of your head. Comfortable silence falls over the room.
After a few moments, your soft whispers break the quiet. โ€œThought you hated me,โ€ you confess, your voice slightly muffled against his chest. โ€œI was so frustrated by you.โ€
He chuckles, the sound bassy and deep. โ€œI think it was a different kind of frustration, hm?โ€ He teases, pulling you closer, his cock already throbbing for more inside you.ย 
โ€œYeah,โ€ you whisper, smiling against him. โ€œGuess so.โ€
Logan laughs again. โ€œYou guess so?โ€ You can hear the smile in his voice. โ€œDarlinโ€™, Iโ€™ve wanted to do that for months.โ€ And then heโ€™s pushing your back into the mattress, hovering over you. โ€œI wanna do it again, right now.โ€
Your eyes widen and your throat bobs. โ€œPlease.โ€
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the parent trap | KHJ
part 1 of the Night in Hollywood!series
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โ˜† trope: exes to lovers!au, divorced!au
โ˜† pairing: producer!hongjoong x designer!reader, dad!joong x mom!reader
โ˜† warnings: nsfw (mdni), swearing, mentions of food, mentions of food poisoning, female desc. reader, drinking, suggestiveness, smut, slight!breeding kink, oral sex (f. receiving), overstim, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap!) nipple play, titty sucking, marking, praise, slightdom!joong, blond!joong bc that itself is too much for me, mentions of (early) pregnancy, youโ€™re both in your early thirties and make an unbelievably stubborn couple in this!
โ˜† synopsis: AS DIVORCED PARENTS to two twin daughters, you and hongjoong have your fair share of work cut out. Driving to piano lessons, cheering at hockey games, drop offs at each otherโ€™s houses, it can all be a little much. But could a relaxing summer retreat as a whole family possibly rekindle past emotions youโ€™ve swept under the rug? . . .
โ˜† word count: 18.1k
โ˜† playlist: soulful strut by young-holt unlimited, l-o-v-e by nat king cole, just the way you are by billy joel, slipping through my fingers by abba, this will be (an everlasting love) by natalie cole
โ˜† a/n: itโ€™s finally here. I canโ€™t believe Iโ€™m writing this and saying itโ€™s finally here oh my goodness. first off, thank you from the bottom of my heart to everyone who has supported me with the series so far (shoutout to @kitten4sannie , @byuntrash101 and especially @desirehorizon for being amazing!) everyoneโ€™s sweet comments have been greatly appreciated, and I just hope this silly little fic brings a smile to your everyday lives.
ty for making writing worth it as a writer. now cue the opening credits!
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โ€œABSOLUTELY NOTโ€ Hongjoong says.
โ€œBut dadd,โ€ she whines, clutching the wrinkled pamphlet closer to her chest. Eunseoโ€™s small hands are covered in purple doodles her sister drew using a glitter pen.ย 
โ€œWhy not?โ€ the girl complains, shrugging her shoulders.ย 
He sighs, pushing his glasses up with one hand as he continues typing away at the important document the producing company sent him on his laptop. He tries his best to reason with the child.
โ€œBecause, babyโ€ฆโ€ pausing to think for a moment before responding. โ€œIt would be hard for your mom and I to find a time that fits into our schedules. Iโ€™ve got work, and she must be busy as well.โ€ย 
Eunseo glares at her fatherโ€™s excuse.ย 
Okay, yeah, the man knows itโ€™s somewhat of a lie, himself.ย 
She continues to protest by shoving the advertising pamphlet in her dads face and blocking his view of the screen. Thankfully, Hongjoong is used to these sort of work distractions, expertly avoiding her by craning his neck sideways and continuing to type away.
โ€œBut dad, itโ€™s an amazing cottage resort! Theyโ€™ve got a lake where you can go swimming in, a forest hiking trail, a bonfire to roast marshmallows and even a diner less than fifteen minutes away! So if you end up burning the camp food like last time, we can just order and eat in! Isnโ€™t that great?โ€ She beams.ย 
He stops typing for a second, fingers hovering over the keyboard as he gives his first born a look that makes her immediately break into a sweet smile, batting her lashes and flashing him a look of innocence.ย 
โ€œPlease?โ€ She begs, standing on the edge of her feet as she gazes up at him. โ€œThe last time we went was when Eunbyul and me were toddlers.โ€ย 
And how on earth could any dadโ€™s heart not melt at the sight of his daughter trying to convince him about one harmless vacation?ย 
Hongjoong wheels his office chair back, turning so he could look her in the eyes properly and tuck a stray hair behind her ear.ย 
โ€œListen honey, Iโ€™m sorry, I really wish I could, butโ€ฆโ€ he trails off, looking back at the open tabs and file documents displayed on his computer.
Turning his head around and upon seeing a frown form on his daughter's face, he quickly reassures her.ย 
โ€œOnce you finish your final piano recital tomorrow and your mom picks your sister up to take her to her hockey game, how about we go fishing the weekend afterwards?โ€ he suggests, brows raising. โ€œThatโ€™ll mean I have just the two of you all to myself.โ€
Eunseo mumbles under her breath, quiet but insistent enough that he catches it.ย 
โ€œBut weโ€™re supposed to be a family of four.โ€ย 
She sulks, thinking of how that would leave you, her mother, left out of their plans. The arms holding the pamphlet up, ultimately fall down in defeat.ย 
He places a peck on her forehead, patting her on the back. โ€œYou know, if you can get your mom to say yes, then Iโ€™ll think about itโ€ he chuckles, knowing the highly unlikely probability of the event.
Adjusting his glasses, the producer goes back to his work, peeking his daughter slugging away from the corner of his eye.ย 
Eunseo slumps her shoulders in defeat as she walks out of her dads office, turning the corner to see her twin sister, Eunbyeol, pressing her ears near the door with her neck outstretched. Clearly sheโ€™s been caught in the middle of trying to overhear their conversation.ย 
The twin younger by fifteen seconds quickly rushes over, waiting expectantly.
โ€œSo? What did dad say?โ€
Eunseo exhales, throwing the information pamphlet away on the wooden floors and slumping against the living room couch.ย 
โ€œHeโ€™s totally not buggin. Said he wants to take us fishing next weekend instead. Just us three.โ€ she grumbles.ย 
Eunbyeol scrunches her nose at the idea.ย 
โ€œBut dad sucks at fishing.โ€
Her sister groans, kicking her small feet against the couch in frustration. โ€œI know!โ€ Eunbyeol starts to worry, coming to sit beside her.
โ€œThen how on earth are we going to get mom and dad to get back with each other again? They havenโ€™t been in the same room since we were like, five!โ€
Her twin sister scoffs, โ€œFirst, we gotta get them to have a proper conversation with each other. They barely even talk when they drop us off at each other's houses.โ€
Nobody truly knows why you and Hongjoong had divorced so suddenly when the girls were young. Not even themselves.
All they were used to were cold stares and one word replies shared amongst their parents, refusing to find harmony in their co-parenting.
Frankly, your girls have had enough of the performance you were both trying to maintain, looking past your expressions to realize you and your husband still held feelings for the other. It was only a matter of time and place in order to set you two up together, thus, the idea of an intimate, family getaway came into their minds.ย 
After a few moments of letting her words hang in the air, Eunbyeolโ€™s eyes widened to the size of saucers.ย 
โ€œThatโ€™s it!โ€
The older twin looks up quizzically, watching her sister jump off the couch and gaze at her excitedly.ย 
โ€œWeโ€™ll just have to force them to meet each other! We can always guilt trip them for dropping us off at their houses and making us play alone!โ€
Eunseo rolls her eyes at the idea. โ€œRight, and how are we going to do that dummy? The only reason theyโ€™d do that, was if it was an emergency.โ€
Whoever said twin telepathy wasnโ€™t a thing was a liar, because the second Eunseo catches onto what her sister is saying, the twins share a look of pure mischievousness, the gears in their brains working together as one.ย 
With hushed whispers and quiet giggles, the twins immediately begin conducting their plan in secrecy near the corner of the living room, backs turned and in the middle of discussion when Hongjoong walks out of his office with an empty coffee mug.ย 
โ€œWhat are you guys doing over there?โ€
โ€œLeave us alone! Family man traitor!โ€ Eunbyeol shouts, holding a slightly hostile grudge to her father before turning back to whisper to her twin.ย 
Hongjoong shakes his head, sighing as he heads into the kitchen.ย 
โ€œThen itโ€™s perfect! Iโ€™ll stay here with dad once my piano recital is over, and then when Mom picks you up for your hockey game tomorrow, weโ€™ll try convincing them together!โ€
Eunbyeol nods her head in agreement, eyes lighting up with excitement as she whispers in a hushed tone.ย 
โ€œAnd once both events end, weโ€™ll pretend to be so sick that they have to take us to the nearby hospital.โ€
The other twin smirks. โ€Where weโ€™ll end up guilt tripping them into taking us to the cottage.โ€
They double high five in victory at their flawless plan, already waiting for tomorrow to come as soon as possible.
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โ€œA summer cottage?โ€ you repeated, brows raising at the idea as you made a left turn onto your street.ย 
Eunbyeol nods eagerly from the back seat after getting picked up, having ranted on and on about the ad in the pamphlet since the moment you saw her.
โ€œIt's an amazing establishment mom,โ€ She boasts, making you laugh at her words while parking the car and unbuckling your seatbelt.
โ€œThey have everything you could possibly think of!โ€
โ€œOh, really?โ€ You say skeptically, opening the door for her.ย 
Eunbyeol is lost in the middle of passionately describing all the relaxing activities you could do by yourself, or rather per se, with a special partner together.ย 
โ€œThereโ€™s couples hiking retreats, couples canoeing, couples yogaโ€ฆ did I mention couples hiking retreats?โ€ She confuses, retracing her words.ย 
You roll your eyes and smile, keys jangling as you walk through the entrance of your apartment flat while balancing the bags and items in your hands.
Being a wedding dress designer and yet picking up your daughter from your ex-husband's house couldโ€™ve been ironic to some people. But after having split with Hongjoong since the girls were so young, you came to grow fond of having some independence as a divorcee, channeling your main focus into setting up your own bridal shop downtown.
It was through that hard work and focus that you did it all by yourself with no additional help.
Youโ€™d be lying if you said you haven't opened a bottle of red wine some nights due to loneliness as a divorced single mother, but at least that was what you had your daughters for.
You made sure to work just as hard as you did enjoy playing and spending time with them. After all, they were the light of your life and purpose for living.
Balancing the pizza you picked up on the way home, you set it down on the kitchen island, telling Eunbyeol to go wash her hands in the sink. The girl doesnโ€™t stop ranting.
โ€œThereโ€™s usually only two rooms in the cottage, so youโ€™ll have to sleep together with dad, but I guess you won't mind, would you? After all, you were once marriedโ€ She rolls her eyes, reaching for the soap.
You shake your head with a sigh. โ€What is up with you and getting me and your father together in the same room?โ€ you muttered as you took out the plates and utensils.ย 
Eunbyeol eventually walks back to you, wiping her hands on her baggy jeans before sitting on the kitchen stool.ย 
โ€œItโ€™s not that Iโ€™m obsessed, Mom. Actually, Eunseo and I are just dying to get away this summer now that school is over.โ€
Turning around from plating the pizza and salad, you chastise your daughter, telling her to sit with her bum flat on the stool so she doesnโ€™t fall. She immediately listens, carrying on with her persuasion.ย 
โ€œWe just want you and dad to get the chance to relax as well, thatโ€™s all!โ€ her mouth full from a bite of hot, greasy pizza.ย 
You smile, wiping your washed hands on the kitchen towel and coming over to wrap your arms around her affectionately.ย 
โ€œSpending time with you and Eunseo every week is how I relax,โ€ you assured her, smothering your baby with kisses on her cheek.
Byeol lets out a squeal of annoyance, taking another bite of her pizza. โ€œYouโ€™re squishing me!โ€ She tries hiding her smile, failing when you lean in closer.ย 
You pull back in laughter, ruffling her hair as you walk away while reminding her.
โ€œOh! Donโ€™t forget youโ€™ve got your hockey game tonight!โ€
Byeol chews faster, munching on the soft crust and counting down the hours on the kitchen clock.ย 
She smiles to herself.ย 
โ€œDonโ€™t worry, I know!โ€
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โ€œWhat do you mean you need to go to the hospital?โ€ Hongjoong asks in a worried voice, standing against the womenโ€™s washroom stall. He holds Eunseoโ€™s congratulatory flower bouquet for first place in hand, feeling the stares of multiple women passing by, clearly judging him for being in the ladies room with them.ย 
โ€œHoney, is everything all right?โ€ He asks worriedly. A string of groans come from behind the door.
โ€œYou need to leave!โ€ one old lady thrusts her walking cane at the father, lips pursed in dissatisfaction.ย 
Eunseo did such a phenomenal job tonight for her piano recital, that Hongjoong was shocked to see his daughter clutch her stomach first thing after running down the steps of the stage, dashing to the washrooms.
He whips his head back. โ€œMy daughterโ€™s having a bit of a situation in here, okay miss? Have a bit of understanding!โ€ He barks frustratedly out loud to the onlookers before speaking softly back to the stall door.ย 
โ€œEunseo, baby, talk to me, is everything alright in there? Are you sure you need to go to the hospital? Is it that bad?โ€ย 
The girl continues her acting performance, letting out fake groans while typing furiously on her cellphone.ย 
โ€œOh the pain! I think I might have food poisoning, dad!โ€
Seolie: How far along are u
Byeolie: Momโ€™s outside, banging to come in.ย 
Seolie: same, I told dad I needed to go to the hospital.
Eunseo lets out another groan of pain, causing Hongjoong to worry even more.ย 
โ€œThatโ€™s it, Eunseo. Let me in and help youโ€ he decides, searching his bag for a painkiller or at least some sort of medication for relief.ย 
The girl frantically checks her phone, eyes lighting up at the new message.ย 
Byeolie: Momโ€™s getting the car to take me to the hospital. Iโ€™ve got her convinced to call dad soon.
Eunseo types as fast as her small fingers can move, even faster than when she performed her piano solo from before.ย 
Seolie: Then what do I do????
Hongjoong gets slightly suspicious at the lack of sound coming from the stall, calling to his daughter again.
โ€œEunseo? Everything alright?โ€
At the next notification, the girl makes up her mind, getting the signal from her sister.ย 
Byeolie: play dead. Mom calling soon. See ya there.
The actress gets into character, gaining her composure before unlocking the washroom stall and holding her stomach as she stumbles into her dadโ€™s surprised arms.ย 
โ€œEunseo!โ€
She wails, falling limp. โ€œOh, dad! Please! Take me to the hospital, it hurts too much!โ€
Itโ€™s truly a mystery which parent she got her acting skills from.
But she doesnโ€™t have to tell him twice at that point. The man is already piggy backing his fainted daughter and sprinting out of the ladies washroom, reassuring her with soothing comments as he makes a beeline for the parking lot.
โ€œStay with me baby!โ€ He huffs, unbeknownst to Eunseo who peeks one eye open.ย 
Only after he straps his daughter in the backseat and is turning on the engine does he receive a sudden phone call from you, pressing the speaker for the whole car to hear your panicked voice. You break the news to him first.ย 
โ€œEunbyeolโ€™s severely sick. She fainted right after her hockey game.โ€
Hongjoongโ€™s eyes widened. โ€œWhat?โ€
You sighed, running a hand through your hair. โ€œShe was holding her stomach saying she ate something wrong. Is Eunseo okay?โ€ย 
Hongjoong puts the stick into drive, backing out of the parking lot and replying in a hurry.
โ€œSheโ€™s hit with the same thing right now. Iโ€™ll meet you at the Hospital in tenโ€ he grunts, sweat forming on his brow as he speeds through traffic, not caring if he gets a ticket.ย 
Had he looked in his rear view mirror, he would have seen Eunseo sagging near the car door, clutching her stomach with a small grin on her face.
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You never liked the hospital.ย 
The sounds of babies crying and hospital beds wheeling become the background noise, shifting nervously in your seat that was in the emergency pediatrics unit waiting area.ย 
Hongjoong has his eyebrows furrowed, hunched over one seat beside you as he hangs his head in his hands, knees bouncing up and down. A middle aged nurse nasally calls on the next family waiting from the front desk, boredom laced in her voice.ย 
You sigh, uncrossing your legs and choosing to bite at the fingernail on your right hand once realizing youโ€™ve already done the same to all the ones on your left.ย 
โ€œItโ€™s all my fault.โ€ Hongjoong confesses, suddenly sitting still.ย 
You glance to your left, watching as he sits up slowly.ย 
โ€œLast thing they ate together wouldโ€™ve been at my house. I probably made them sick with something I fed them,โ€ he dejects, hanging his head down in shame.ย 
โ€œItโ€™s all my fault, god Iโ€™m so stupid!โ€ He beats himself up.ย 
You have half the mind to snap at your ex-husband, anger already filling up inside you earlier when you heard Eunbyeol suggest it was something she ate at her dadโ€™s house. You really did want to yell at him for being so bad of a chef that he sent his own daughters to the emergency pediatrics unit, undeniably relieved that Seonghwa was working tonightโ€™s shift.ย 
But those cruel words sitting on the tip of your tongue are thrown away when you glance down to see your ex-husband missing a shoe on one of his feet.ย 
Hongjoong rushed over here so fast with Eunseo that he left his shoe behind like some sort of fairytale, Cinderella. He hasnโ€™t even realized he wasnโ€™t wearing one right now.
You exhaled, knowing that if there's one thing youโ€™ve learned while parenting, it was that to have patience and understanding was a virtue. Even for your ex-husband.
โ€œItโ€™s not your fault,โ€ you sighed, staring at your hands folded in your lap.ย 
It feels awkward when Hongjoong stops tugging at his blond locks to look at you in surprise, continuing to speak as you place a gentle hand on his thigh.ย 
โ€œThat couldโ€™ve happened to anyone. We donโ€™t know yet if it was because of the food. Letโ€™s just pray and wait and seeโ€ your voice being a sign of reliability to him.ย 
The man is a little shocked at your supportive nature to tell you truthfully. He delivers all the things he needs to say through his grateful gaze alone, reciprocating a small smile.ย 
โ€œDidnโ€™t think Iโ€™d see you guys tonight.โ€ Seonghwa chuckles, walking in before Hongjoong has the chance to reply. He comes from the patient's room wearing his dashing, white doctor's coat. โ€œTogether, at thatโ€ he mumbles under his breath before looking up and flashing you a polite smile while giving his worried friend a soft pat on the back.
Hongjoong holds his breath when he asks: โ€œHow are they?โ€
โ€œBetter,โ€ he tells him, flipping through some papers on his clipboard. โ€œBut it was a big shock to their bodies. They need some rest at the moment.โ€ย 
The pediatrician tries not to show his smile, standing in front of you and Hongjoong while hiding his expression behind his clipboard as per his nieceโ€™s request.
To be fair, if someone had told Seonghwa earlier that evening that he would receive a fifteen minute pep talk from his best friend's twin daughters that day in the emergency unit, he wouldโ€™ve laughed in their faces.ย 
Alas, life was always filled with surprises. Hereโ€™s what went down thirty minutes earlier in the hospital room:
โ€œWeโ€™re trying to get them back together,โ€ Eunseo announced confidently, sitting next to her sister on the hospital bed.ย 
Eunbyeol nodded, eyeing the dumbfounded medical professional standing in front of them with his clipboard tucked under his arm, hands in his pockets.ย 
โ€œSo.. you guys donโ€™t need an IV drip?โ€
โ€œItโ€™s this whole entire thing, Uncle Hwa, weโ€™ll explain to you later.โ€
It took a minute before Seonghwa reclaimed his composure as an adult, chastising the twins for pulling a false alarm over something like this. He made sure to make them promise him they wouldnโ€™t do something stupid like this again. But after that, of course Seonghwa is immediately pairing to help them with their plan on getting his best friend back together with his ex-wife. The man is just tired of watching Hongjoong beat himself up half the time about missing you.ย 
โ€œSo you essentially want me to lie about the fact that you guys donโ€™t have food poisoning, and were just faking this whole thing so your mom and dad would have a reason to see each other.โ€ย 
The twins nod, one of them pointing out. โ€œAnd make sure to tell them weโ€™re fine of course. Maybe throw in weโ€™re like, really sick, but that weโ€™ll live so itโ€™s best if we get rest.โ€
โ€œAt like a cottage or somethingโ€ the other chimes in, wiggling her eyebrows at the hint.ย 
The doctor sighs, scratching his neck sheepishly.ย 
When Seonghwa leads you and Hongjoong into the hospital room, both of you feel awful seeing your babies laying in their beds, dressed in the childrenโ€™s gowns.ย 
Eunbyeol peeks open her eyes first, voice hoarse (she practiced).ย 
โ€œMom? Dad? Is that you?โ€ she groans, pretending to clutch her stomach in pain.ย 
Both you and Hongjoong rush to each child, grasping their hands and stroking their heads softly with sympathy.ย 
โ€œHey baby, Iโ€™m hereโ€ you coo.
โ€œIโ€™m so, so sorry girls, it was probably all my fault. I shouldโ€™ve never cooked for you guys earlier today.โ€ their dad cries out painfully, looking down in shame.
You come to stand beside him, reassuring them both. โ€œBut whatโ€™s important is that you guys get better now. We want to make sure you get the rest you needโ€ you say, making eye contact with your ex-husband.ย 
Seonghwa clears his throat, crossing his arms as he flashes a wink to the girls behind your backs.ย 
โ€œThey seemed to have been mentally exhausted as well,โ€ He asks on purpose, watching as you and Hongjoong share a look with each other. โ€œHave they been receiving proper familial support at home?โ€ย 
โ€œI canโ€™t even remember the last time I saw my parents in the same room together.โ€ Eunseo weakly admits, showing a faint smile.ย 
As parents, you and Joong feel the most amount of guilt anyone could ever feel. You realize how exhausting and stressful the pickups and drop offs to each other's houses couldโ€™ve been, especially when you two were so busy with your respective jobs to spend time with your daughters now that it was summer break for them.ย 
Hongjoong smiles, holding both their hands and making a promise to them.ย 
โ€œMake sure to rest you two. Tell me, is there anything you guys need right now? Anything you guys want I'll make sure to get it for you.โ€
โ€Do you guys have crunchy ice?โ€ Eunbyeol blurts out loud, breaking her weak facade.ย 
Eunseo almost wants to shoot a glare at her sister but she realizes both of you are still looking at them.ย 
โ€œI can get you some ice!โ€ Seonghwa quickly assures you and his nieces, mouthing to them good luck for support as he shuts the door behind him.ย 
You sigh, coming over to stroke Eunseoโ€™s hair and caress Eunbyeolโ€™s hand.ย 
โ€œWell? Is there anything else you guys need from us?โ€ Hongjoong states, eyes soft in sympathy. You nod, waiting to hear their response.
โ€œLet us know girls, anything at all.โ€
Eunbyeol and Eunseo finally take their chance, sharing a hesitant look before speaking at the same time.ย 
โ€œWe want to go to the cottageโ€
โ€œTogether,โ€ Eunseo says.
โ€œAs a family.โ€ Eunbyeol adds in.
You and Hongjoong share a silent look.ย 
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Later into the night, the twins are finally discharged from the hospital, deciding that they would stay at Hongjoongโ€™s mothers apartment which was closest nearby, considering they were both tired and immediately needed a place to rest.ย 
The car ride home is awkwardly silent, even as the kids are (what you think) to be fast asleep, hockey gear and a bouquet of flowers riding with them in the backseat.
It was at their request for you to drive them to their grandmother's house, wanting both their parents with them till the ride home. Hongjoong settled on driving your car and dropping all of you off, planning to take a taxi back home and pick up his own car in the morning. Despite your protest on how inconvenient that was, he insisted as he didnโ€™t want to disappoint the twins.
But suddenly the man begins to regret his offer, currently driving in complete silence on the highway, eyes facing forward and shoulders tense. Quiet FM nightly jazz plays from the radio.ย 
Youโ€™re sitting passenger seat up front with him in what feels like forever, looking solely at the reflections in the window, the street lamp lights scattering across your face as you travel through the nighttime traffic. Itโ€™s awkward being together like this.
You hear him clear his voice, speaking softly so he doesnโ€™t wake up the girls.
โ€œSo, are we really considering that cottage retreat?โ€ he glances back at you.ย 
You sit up, straightening your back and exhaling as you secretly wanted to have avoided that topic of discussion.
โ€œWe canโ€™t Hongjoong,โ€ you reasoned, shaking your head. โ€œI couldnโ€™t possibly take a whole vacation from the dress shop. Not unless I had someone take care of it for me, which my staff probably arenโ€™t ready to do.โ€ you explained, voice tense.
Hongjoong nodded, understanding your point of view. โ€œI realize that. Iโ€™ve got a few projects I have to record and demo with Eden.โ€ he tells you, an arm placed on the wheel with his sleeve rolled up. His veins become perfectly outlined as he passionately tells you about his producing job.
Heโ€™s so hot like that.
Jesus what were you thinking? Cursing your mind as you clear your voice and try to change the topic.
โ€œHowโ€™s everything been going then?โ€ you say stiffly. He nods, still awkward with sharing conversation with you.ย 
โ€œUm, it's going good. You?โ€ he asks.ย ย 
โ€œFine.โ€ you swallow.ย 
Silence prevails. Heโ€™s first to speak again, building the courage to say the next thing in his mind.ย 
โ€œIโ€™m willing to put things on hold if I need to.โ€ He confesses.ย 
Hongjoong continues to drive normally after having said that. Now it becomes your turn to stare at him now, watching how he glances at the side mirror, switching lanes swiftly like the pro-driver he was.ย 
โ€œWhat do you mean?โ€
โ€œHonestly, I think it would be good for the girls,โ€ he admits, calling you by your name. Even hearing him call you your name feels weird. It feels foreign, like it almost wasnโ€™t yours.ย 
โ€œHongjoong-โ€ you warn, shaking your head at the warry possibility.ย 
โ€œJust hear me out, alright?โ€ He states firmly, making you quiet.ย 
He glances back into the rear view mirror, watching your girls peacefully asleep with their heads leaning against each other.ย 
โ€œItโ€™s been almost seven years. Seven years since theyโ€™ve last seen their parents speak to each other without breaking into a fight. Tonight was the first time they saw us together without having to plan a drop off and pick up in god knows how long.โ€
Hongjoong licks his lips, gripping the wheel as he emphasizes. โ€œSeven years since theyโ€™ve gotten a goodnight hug and kiss from us at the same time in one place.โ€
You scoff, turning to face him properly this time. โ€œI donโ€™t know why youโ€™re acting as though we can make this request of theirs come true Hongjoong. This is a big deal-โ€
โ€œIt is a big deal!โ€ he exclaims, trying to get his point across. โ€œI can see how badly our daughters want us to both be in their lives more, to acknowledge the fact that the other still exists after splitting apart.โ€
He sighs. โ€œUs, not acknowledging each otherโ€™s existence at all is worse than if we had to see each other regularly.โ€
You bite your lip, getting angry. โ€œSo what Hongjoong? Youโ€™re saying you want to suddenly play family with them at the cottage?โ€
You shrug your shoulders. โ€œDo you really think we can pretend to be normal parents to them without fighting like we are now? Thereโ€™s a reason why our current schedules work. Donโ€™t make me seem like the bad guy for not wanting to take them.โ€ You glared, pointing a finger at him. His jaw locks.ย 
โ€œYou fully knew the lifestyle changes we would need to make as a couple when you signed those legal papersโ€”โ€
โ€œWell then did you also predict everything that happened after you brought me those papers?โ€ He spits like venom, gaze hard as he clenches the wheel.
You blink your eyes at his words, pressing your knees together at his sudden attack.ย 
You donโ€™t remember clearly if you even meant what you said at the time when you threw those papers at him seven years ago. But all you still know is that Hongjoong was just as stubborn as you were, making up his mind to sign them in the end regardless.
Looking in the rear view mirror, you muttered to him quietly.ย 
โ€œDonโ€™t raise your voice. The kids are sleeping.โ€
Their dad scoffs, muttering a sure, under his breath as he switches lanes.ย 
The kids were in fact, not sleeping, and very much awake. Eyes closed but ears wide, as they were listening in to the first real discussion their parents were having in so long. Or perhaps it was an argument?
At the right turn into his motherโ€™s apartmentโ€™s underground parking lot, Hongjoong shuts off the engine, getting out of the car without another word and shutting the door in your face.ย 
You pinched the bridge of your nose, hear the back door open.ย 
You watch in the corner of your vision as his demeanor immediately changes, softly caressing Eunseo and Eunbyeolโ€™s hair.ย 
โ€œHey girls, weโ€™re here now. You gotta wake up.โ€ He coos.
They yawn theatrically, pretending to stretch their arms.ย 
โ€œSo soon?โ€ Eunbyeol mumbles.
A few feet ahead, you see your mother in law walking out from the elevators, a knit cardigan wrapped around her small frame. You smiled, getting out of the car and greeting her first.ย 
โ€œWeโ€™ll leave Eunbyeolโ€™s hockey gear with you for the night if thatโ€™s alright Mom-โ€ย 
Hongjoongโ€™s words are cut off as the woman who birthed him walks straight past him, ignoring him and immediately taking you in her warm embrace, eyes forming crescent moons.ย 
โ€œHow are you my dear?โ€ she asks, causing you to smile and hug your mother in law affectionately. โ€œItโ€™s been so long, Iโ€™ve missed you so much!โ€
Despite the break up between you and Hongjoong, you were thankful for one thing, and that was the fact that your relationship with Hongjoongโ€™s family stayed strong, especially with Mrs. Kim.
โ€œIโ€™ve missed you tooโ€ you tell her genuinely. โ€œIโ€™ve been good, Iโ€™m just sorry for dropping them off so suddenly at your place,โ€ You say, feeling apologetic for waking her up late into the night.ย 
โ€œWe had a bit of a situation,โ€ you explain, watching as Hongjoong collects their things.ย 
She shakes her head, reassuring you. โ€œNonsense! Why would you be sorry for that.โ€ she grins, turning her head at the car. โ€œAnd where are my girls, may I ask?โ€
At the sound of her voice, Eunbyeol and Eunseo dash out from the back seat and into their grandmother's welcoming arms, pressing soft kisses to her cheeks.
Hongjoong is the only person that stands all alone, awkwardly holding the bouquet of flowers with heavy hockey gear and a duffle bag perched on his shoulder.ย 
โ€œOh, how Iโ€™ve missed my little squirrels!โ€ she exclaims using their signature pet name and happily reuniting with her grandchildren.ย 
She turns her head, face falling at the sight of her son and lips pursing into a frown.ย 
โ€œAnd where on earth have you been? Not giving me a call!โ€ she snaps, slapping her son on his back. Eunbyeol laughs out loud while Eunseo tries to keep her giggles in.ย 
You hear your ex husband protest to her while you close the back seat door.ย 
โ€œOW! Iโ€™ve been busy alright?โ€ he mumbles, massaging his sore arm.ย 
Your mother in law takes both the twins handโ€™s on each side, nodding her head to you.ย 
โ€œLeave all the kidโ€™s stuff to Hongjoong, heโ€™ll take care of it darlingโ€ she smiles sweetly, sending a glare to her son to take a hint and be more of a gentleman to you. She walks away with her smiling granddaughters, exchanging light-hearted giggles and excitement. โ€œBye, mom!โ€ The twins wave back.ย 
Hongjoong cranes his head up, sighing at the ceiling before taking Eunseoโ€™s piano bag that you were holding in your hand in one swift motion, walking reluctantly behind the three.ย 
โ€œStay here. Iโ€™ll drop them off.โ€ he briskly walks away, leaving you stunned.ย 
Hongjoongs words from before canโ€™t help but replay inside your head as you wait for him to come back down.ย 
Before you guessed it, it was already the ride back home, and the car was painfully silent once again. In reality, you were each thinking deeply to yourselves about the possibility of the cottage retreat. Could you really be a mom and dad together as a couple to your kids?
โ€œAre you giving your plants enough water?โ€ He brings you out of thought, the car slowing down as he turns onto your street.ย 
You look up, giving him a confused look.ย 
Hongjoong nods in direction, following his eyes to look at the measly, dying flower pot perched on the steps of your flatโ€™s entrance as the car stopped to a halt. โ€œYou know, itโ€™s really hard for plants to die when theyโ€™re outside.โ€ He says in amazement at your shit gardening.ย 
You scowl at him, asking him when he became such a plant expert all of a sudden.ย 
He continues to poke fun at you, smirking when he undoes his seat belt. Hongjoong suddenly leans over to help you unbuckle your own, face dangerously close to yours as he lowers his voice.ย 
โ€œUnless their owner just really sucks at taking care of them.โ€ย 
His eyes gaze into yours for a split second, feeling your face heat up from the proximity. You let out a tiny gasp for air when he leans back in his own seat.ย 
โ€œFuck offโ€ you replied harshly.ย 
โ€œYou should give them some more care,โ€ he suggests, ignoring your swearing.ย 
You donโ€™t reply to his stupid comment, refusing to look at him as you get out of the car.ย 
โ€œI can go in by myselfโ€ you press, adjusting the strap of your purse on your shoulder. You didnโ€™t think it was necessary to draw out your time with this man any further.
Hongjoong straightens his dress shirt as he moves to your side of the car, shoving his own car keys in his trousers as he locks your doors and hands over the keys. You take them hesitantly, watching as he rests against the car door, strong arms crossing against his chest.ย 
โ€œThink about it at least.โ€ he mutters to you.ย 
You look at him, eyes shutting softly when you realize he was still talking about the cottage getaway. Sighing his name is exasperation, you run a hand through your hair.ย 
โ€œHongjoong-โ€
โ€œWould it kill you to spend a week with me and our daughters?โ€ He scoffs as he asks you straight up, looking at you in a way that makes you hesitate to say your next words. You observed one hand come to shuffle with the silver lighter in his trouser pockets.ย 
You stayed silent for a moment, genuinely thinking back to your daughters and what this meant to them if you went. What this would mean for you two as well.ย 
Finally, you look up to him, returning his gaze.
โ€œI need time.โ€ย 
He nods, face serious. โ€œI understand.โ€
โ€œLet me think about it.โ€ You mumbled.ย 
And with that you turn around, walking up the steps to your front door. At the sight of your flowerpot, you quickly remember his comment and snatch it in your hands, slamming the door shut to Hongjoong as he finally lets a soft grin break out on his face. Letting his back come up from leaning against the door, Hongjoong nods his head, satisfied enough at that answer, as he walks silently down the road while opening his Uber app.ย 
At least youโ€™d give it some thought.ย 
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Okay, maybe now youโ€™ve given it too much thought.ย 
Sipping your fifth glass of wine of the night, youโ€™re sitting, back hunched over with your knees tucked into your chest on the breakfast table chair, zoning out as your best friend Sophie continues barking at you and your inconsistent commitment.ย 
โ€œI donโ€™t even understand why youโ€™re considering going! Does the man realize what it takes to leave your own shop for a full week?โ€ she fumes, adjusting her royal jelly sheet mask while cursing at your ex-husband for pressuring you into going to the family retreat.ย 
โ€œNot everyone can just pack their bags and go swimming at the cottage, Jesus Christโ€ she rolls her eyes.ย 
โ€œHe didnโ€™t pressure me,โ€ you told her pouting. โ€œHe wants to do it for the kidsโ€ you mumbled looking down as you defended him.ย 
You invited your best friend Sophie over to your apartment that evening for your weekly slumber party, a time you each looked forward to dedicating a bottle of wine and chardonnay over some gossip, spilling all the uneventful drama in your lives.ย 
Perhaps you revealed too much drama to your best friend tonight.ย 
โ€œI donโ€™t think I would mind going, to be honestโ€ you hiccup, words slurring. โ€œI havenโ€™t had a vacation in so long, Sophie, and the girls really want to go! I would feel bad for leaving them with nothing to do this summer.โ€ confessing through the alcohol.ย 
Cheeks flushed, you sigh as you play with your silk robe mindlessly while Sophie shakes her head at you, one hand coming up to snap at you and bring you back to reality.ย 
โ€œHello? Earth to Ms. Divorcee?โ€ She sighs, rolling her eyes in frustration. โ€œYou said you wanted to set boundaries with him! To cut the line straight and keep your distance so you could get over your feelings for him! Show him whoโ€™s boss!โ€ย 
โ€œHe said heโ€™s willing to put his music projects on hold for us,โ€ you muttered quietly, the thought making your heart weak as you smiled at the memory of Hongjoong teasing you about your flower pot. Your chest blossomed with warmth now.ย 
Sophie sighs, shaking her head as she thinks just how differently you were feeling four wine glasses ago.
โ€œListen, honey, Iโ€™m just warning you in advanceโ€ she sips the golden liquid in her glass before placing it on the table.ย 
โ€œTake it from a girl whoโ€™s had three divorces. I mean look at me! Iโ€™m still somewhat young, Iโ€™ve got no kids, no responsibilities, filthily rich, and not once have I had to pay for my own divorce settlement fees!โ€ย 
You nod mindlessly, eyes blinking softly under the bright kitchen lights.ย 
โ€œWhat you need is a provider, sweetheart,โ€ she crooned, caressing your head.ย 
โ€œA guy who wonโ€™t leave you stressed and unimpressed like Hongjoong does.โ€
You continue mindlessly nodding your head at her words, ears perking up when you hear small footsteps come down the stairs.ย 
โ€œHi mom, Hi aunt Sophie.โ€ Eunbyeol greets, eyes glued to her iPad that Eunseo trails after from behind, whining how it was now her turn to play Super Mario.ย ย 
โ€œHi girls,โ€ Sophie replies like the cool, hot aunt she is, eyes shut as sheโ€™s concentrating on giving herself a collarbone massage right now.ย 
โ€œHey sweetheart,โ€ you mumbled, smiling at your daughters standing near the fridge getting a glass of water.ย 
โ€œSay, did your dad tell you guys anything about the cottage?โ€ You blurt out loud, avoiding the look that Sophie gives you. Eunbyeol looks up from the glowing screen, ears perking in interest. โ€œNo, not much, why?โ€ย 
Eunseo snatches the iPad from her twin, coming over to you. โ€œDid Dad say weโ€™re going?โ€ She asks enthusiastically, eyes widening. Sophie is quick to assure them.ย 
โ€œNow of course not girls, your mother here was just-โ€
โ€œOh fuck it, why not?โ€ you say confidentially, shining a bright smile. โ€œLetโ€™s go to the cottage!โ€ You exclaimed in drunk excitement, all three girls staring at you with their jaws hanging at your sudden profanity as well as your final decision.ย 
Oh, how dangerous the effects of a bottle of wine were.ย 
Eunseo and Eunbyeol immediately embrace each other in a passionate hug, squealing in excitement that their plan actually worked. You and Hongjoong were now both convinced. โ€œOh my gosh, weโ€™re going to go as a family!โ€ They cried in happiness. You giggled at their joy, reciprocating their enthusiasm.ย ย 
Sophie leans back in her seat defeated, shaking her head with pursed lips as she picks up the whole Chardonnay bottle and sips it.ย 
โ€œOh whatever. . . This isnโ€™t my problem anyways.โ€ย 
When Hongjoong drops by the next morning to pick up Eunbyeol and Eunseo from your house for the weekend, he canโ€™t lie but be a little heartbroken at the way his daughters ignore his kiss to them first thing. They instead, immediately shove the cottage advertising pamphlet in his face with victorious grins.ย 
โ€œSee! We told you mom would say yes!โ€ย 
โ€œSay yes to what?โ€ He pouts, avoiding the paper and obsessively trying to peck a kiss to each of his daughter's cheeks. The idea of going to the cottage almost slipped the busy manโ€™s mind after almost a week of no news from you.ย 
โ€œWhatโ€™s so important that you guys donโ€™t even say hi to me anymore?โ€ he sulks.
Eunseo giggles, fighting back her laughter when her dad tries to tickle her with his kisses.ย 
โ€œWeโ€™re going to the cottage!โ€
Hongjoong stills himself, leaning back to make sure he heard her correctly.ย 
โ€œWeโ€™re what?โ€
Eunbyeol, taking after her mother, has a cheeky expression on her face as she places her hands on her hips and sasses her father.ย 
โ€œPack your bags and swimming shorts, daddy, weโ€™re going on a family vacation!โ€ย 
In perfect timing, you manage to stumble out your front door, coffee mug in hand and mid-yawn when you realize Hongjoong is already staring at you in shock.ย 
โ€œWhat?โ€ you snap, still grumpy from your slight hangover. โ€œYouโ€™ve never seen a woman wake up before?โ€ You replied, asking your kids if they packed all their stuff.ย 
The twins watch as their dad stands up from his crouched position.ย 
โ€œYouโ€™re going to go to the cottage?โ€
At Hongjoongs words you freeze, everything coming back to you all at once. The wine, the twins, the promises, it hits you like a moving truck.ย 
โ€œWellโ€ฆโ€
โ€œNo take backs mom! You said it yourself last night that you were excited to go to the cottage!โ€ One of the twins pointed out.ย 
Hongjoong doesnโ€™t take his eyes off of you.ย 
โ€œI-I did say that, didnโ€™t I?โ€ You chuckled sheepishly, toes curling at the rookie mistake you made in parenting 101: saying yes when you shouldโ€™ve said no.ย 
Your ex-husband quickly tells the kids to put their things in the trunk, promising heโ€™ll be right with them after talking to you. As Hongjoong dashes up the stairs in his white polo golf shirt, you feel slightly exposed being in only your silk slip dress and robe.ย 
โ€œI didnโ€™t realize youโ€™d be here so earlyโ€ you mumbled, looking down at your toes.ย 
He ignores you. โ€œSo Iโ€™m guessing weโ€™re going then?โ€ He smirks, looking at you with an expression of undeniable cockiness and peaked interest.ย 
You shrug nonchalantly. โ€œLetโ€™s surround the focus of this trip towards the kidsโ€ you remind him, straightening your back.
Hongjoong nods, agreeing with you wholeheartedly. โ€œOf course, that was my intention from the beginning,โ€ he smiles.ย 
You swallow the lump in your throat, unnoticing his stare drop at your breasts perking up from the cool morning air. You jump in surprise as you hear the honking of the car.ย 
โ€œCome on, love birds! We gotta go back to dadโ€™s to get our swimming stuff!โ€ Eunbyeol cackles, leaning from the backseat into the driver's seat window. Eunseo already begins journaling in her hello kitty note book, an organized list of what sheโ€™ll need to bring to the cottage.
Hongjoong looks back at his daughters, before looking back at you with a smile.ย 
โ€œLetโ€™s keep in touch about details, alright?โ€
You nod silently, gripping your mug. At the sound of your nextdoor neighbor coming out, Hongjoong contemplates for a moment before quickly leaning forward, shielding you from their view with his backside. Clearing his throat, Hongjoong nods his head to the inside of your house, leaning forward to whisper to you.ย 
โ€œThink, um, you should get inside, itโ€™s getting cold,โ€ he mutters, his dimples faintly showing. You glare up at him, โ€œIโ€™m going to say goodbye to my own daughtersโ€. Still clueless to what he was referring to. He grins, shrugging his shoulders before looking at you.ย 
โ€œIf you insist. Just thought you wouldnโ€™t want your neighbor to see what I can see, would you?โ€
You gasp at his words, looking down at your chest to see what he means before wrapping your robe around you. You quickly waved goodbye to your girls before you shut the door in Hongjoongโ€™s smug face.ย 
Itโ€™s now become the second time youโ€™ve done that.
Thankfully, the next time you see Hongjoong youโ€™re wearing a much more appropriate outfit. In a white cotton blouse and casual jean shorts, your effortlessly chic vacation outfit was the only highlight today, considering the day you had been internally dreading for so long was finally here.ย 
You tried to take deep breaths while scurrying all over your house and finishing some last minute packing. Reassuring yourself that a family getaway couldnโ€™t kill you.ย 
Right?
Reservations at the cottage were made over the phone last week, booking a house with the perfect lake side view, access to the forest trail and close proximity to the offered activities. It would only be a seven day stay, both in your respective rooms, (you clearly emphasized you and Hongjoong had to have separate ones) while the twins would lodge together. You had no intention of interacting with your husband alone together on this trip, apart from the quote on quote, โ€˜family bonding timesโ€™ you promised your daughters. And yet why were you here sweating nervously like a sinner in church?
โ€œWhat a hot lady!โ€ Eunbyeol wolf-whistles at your outfit when she walks through your bedroom doors. You jump at the sudden entrance, realizing Hongjoong was already here to pick you up with the girls.
A pair of black designer sunglasses slightly too big for her sat perched on her nose. Eunbyeol smiles before jumping onto your bed of clothes. You already know Hongjoong mustโ€™ve spoiled her and her sister with those, buying them a pair each.
โ€œCโ€™mon Byeol, off the bedโ€ you quipped, packing your toothbrush as she reluctantly slugged off the covers.ย 
Your suspicions of Hongjoong buying them designer items are correct when Eunseo walks in, classily perching her matching white ones on her head before chastising her sister's tasteless compliment.ย 
โ€œElegant. Sheโ€™s Elegant, Byeol. You donโ€™t just go around wolf-whistling at people.โ€ she rolls her eyes.ย 
โ€œYou look very pretty by the way, momโ€
You smiled, nevertheless pleased at both their compliments and thanking them before going back to doing a last minute check of your things.ย 
Sun cream, clothes, makeup bag, swimsuitโ€ฆ
At the thought of your swimsuit you immediately blush, thinking back to how Sophie forced you to borrow her yellow bikini that left very little to the imagination. Despite your protests that you wouldnโ€™t be needing it, she insisted.ย 
Hongjoong is last to walk through your front doors, swinging his car keys around his index finger and calling to his three girls from the downstairs foyer of your apartment. The man is clearly excited for the trip, he canโ€™t lie.ย 
โ€œCome on ladies, weโ€™re gonna miss the chance to swim in that lake if we don't leave soon!โ€ย 
Hongjoong is your typical dad, except for the fact that he does not mess with dad!fashion. The producer is dressed classily from top to bottom in a loose-fitting designer button up with a pair of reformed denim pants, his pearl earrings and gold piercings complementing his outfit perfectly.ย 
Kim Hongjoong didn't play when it came to fashion. Even as a father.ย 
โ€œComing!โ€ You exclaimed, ushering your kids out of your bedroom and making your way down the stairs with your suitcase. Seeing that it would only be a week at the cottage, you tried to pack light, though you may have to reconsider that thought with the way you struggled to lift the case properly.ย 
โ€œNeed some help?โ€
A strong hand comes to help you, immediately inhaling the scent of Hongjoongโ€™s cologne as he brushes his knuckles near yours. โ€œHere, Iโ€™ve got itโ€ he assures, making you step back and admire your undeniably fine husband.ย 
Ex-husband. You meant Ex-husband. Scratch out the fine as well.ย 
You watch from behind as he struts out the foyer, smiling and joking playfully with his twin daughters, carrying your luggage out the door with them.ย 
What was this trip doing to you?
Once youโ€™re on route to the cottage resort and the GPS is set, the car is blissfully quiet, each and every one of you surprisingly at peace. Jittery excitement still lays deep in your daughters' minds as you overhear them talk about what they want to do first once they arrive.ย 
Hongjoongโ€™s 2000s soft rock and ballad playlist is playing quietly throughout the speakers right now, relishing in the music as luscious, green trees flash by you from the passenger window.ย 
While Byeol and Eunseo distract each other on their own, Hongjoong turns to talk to you.ย 
โ€œIโ€™m not going to lie, itโ€™s been forever since Iโ€™ve been on a road tripโ€ he smiles.
You copy him, feeling good in the moment. โ€œSame, I donโ€™t remember the last time I went to one.โ€ you confessed, thinking only of all the times you had in the past when you were a child and as a teenager.ย 
Even back to when you were a young college student, wide eyed and so innocent to the chaos of your first college retreat with Hongjoong. That was the summer you two began dating, and boy were you fools in love. You cautiously look to your husband driving, bringing up past memories.
โ€œDo you remember that one college retreat we went on during second year?โ€ย 
The corners of Hongjoongโ€™s lips are already grinning upwards, smiling as he reciprocates your expression.ย 
โ€œRight, like I could forget that summerโ€ he replies sarcastically, gripping the steering wheel.ย 
Itโ€™s an easy memory to digest. A time when you were both so young, filled with nothing but dreams and passionate love for one another. Love so deep, that you remember the nights youโ€™d spend locked up with Hongjoong under the sweaty bed sheets inside your cabin, blissfully making love until the sun would rise and he would finally kiss you to sleep. Perhaps, it was that summer when you realized you were going to marry and be with Kim Hongjoong forever someday.ย 
Though itโ€™s too bad, someday already passed.ย 
โ€œDo you remember when Seonghwa got so drunk he ended up confessing to Jieun in front of all the girlโ€™s sleeping cabins?โ€ Hongjoong snickers, relishing in the embarrassing memory his friend always hates him for bringing up. You laugh out loud, remembering the memory. โ€œOh my god, yes!โ€ You turned to face him, shaking your head. โ€œIn nothing but his underwear, right?โ€ย 
Hongjoong nodded, smiling with one hand on the steering wheel as he drove.
โ€œDidnโ€™t he end up jumping into the lake afterwards? With you having to go in and save him as well?โ€ You share your laughter with one another, catching up on past memories as your twin daughters listened attentively in the back, reliving them with you together.
That's what makes the hour and half drive from the city into the wilderness feel so short, finally pulling into the graveled parking lot of the vast cottage resort. White suburban cottages lined along one another, a good amount of distance in between each for every family staying.ย 
As Hongjoong parked the car, the view outside was so glorious you had to hold your breath. Glistening clear blue waves in the lake reflect the bright sunshine from above. A light breeze is present today with the way the willow and oak trees swayed gently.ย 
โ€œItโ€™s beautifulโ€ you gasped from as far as you got out of the car, stretching your upper body with eyes closed as you inhaled the fresh air.ย 
Hongjoong stills his movements, shutting the door before replying with his gaze caught at your backside.
โ€œYeah, it isโ€ he smiles.
Both of you turn around at a loud voice coming from behind. โ€œWeโ€™re gonna explore the campsites and souvenir shops first!โ€ Eunbyeol shouts as she runs away with her sister's hand in hers, towards the wooden cabin that's settled further away.ย 
โ€œWhat about lunch?โ€ you call to them.ย 
โ€œWeโ€™re not hungry!โ€
Hongjoong tells them to be safe, and to stick around nearby. You smirked, helping him unload the trunk as you told him. โ€œTheyโ€™ll be fine. Theyโ€™re probably too excited to even think right nowโ€ you giggled, bumping shoulders with him.ย 
You feel the tension that was once so strong between you two fade slowly, walking up the wooden steps of your lodge and exchanging conversation with each other.
โ€œHey, I just want my babies to be safeโ€ he admits, a grin on his face as he holds the cooler in his hands. You chuckle, shaking your head at his protectiveness.ย 
โ€œHere it is!โ€ he exclaims, setting the suitcases in the front foyer as he opens the door. โ€œLodge number 1117โ€
The two story cottage is larger than it appears from the outside, having a modern yet rustic interior that you and Hongjoong admired. It had everything you would need, from a well designed kitchen area to a cozy living room space.
โ€œItโ€™s perfect, the kids will love itโ€ you beam, looking at the hanging hammock chair in the corner of the living room and the gray stone fireplace. It fit perfectly for your family.ย 
Hongjoong smiles, sunglasses perched on top of his head as he sets the luggage down near the kitchen. Walking up beside him, you help him unload the cooler and ice boxes first, settling into your new home for the next few days.ย 
โ€œIโ€™m guessing you still drink?โ€ you ask, looking in his direction as you unloaded the case of beer you saw him bring from the trunk.
He gestured to the booze. โ€œCโ€™mon, it wouldnโ€™t be a vacation without it, would it?โ€ย 
You wholeheartedly agreed, placing a few in the fridge before you shut it closed.ย 
โ€œHopefully, this time we wonโ€™t end up shit faced like we did back in collegeโ€ you laugh, turning to face him.ย 
โ€œI can already picture that time we got so drunk from that bottle of tequila my friend brought, we snuck out of the campsite and went to the forest and got lost.โ€ you spoke, the memory a little foggy but nonetheless fresh in your mind.ย 
Hongjoong smiles, listening as you speak.ย ย 
โ€œThere wasnโ€™t anything but trees and bushes in that forest!โ€ You exclaimed, shaking your head. โ€œWhat did we even do there?โ€ย 
Hongjoong replies nonchalantly, folding the cardboard box in his hands.
โ€œIโ€™m pretty sure we fucked.โ€
You momentarily freeze at his words, before letting out a soft awkward laugh, causing him to look up.ย 
โ€œNo we didnโ€™t, Hongjoongโ€ you immediately deny, not believing his words. But your brows began furrowing at the foggy memory, starting to realize you really couldnโ€™t trust your alcohol tolerance, now as an adult and even back when you were a college student. Did you guys have sex? In a forest out of all places?
Hongjoong leans against the kitchen counter, across from you as he crosses his arms in front of his chest and smirks smugly.ย 
โ€œNope, I distinctly remember itโ€ he recalls, taking a step closer so he was now in your space.ย 
โ€œI held your hand in mind as we walked up that trail by the cliff. And gosh, were we horny that night, because I remember you complaining about all that dirt you got on your knees from giving me the greatest head i've ever experienced in my entire life-โ€ย 
Slapping your hands over his mouth to stop him from going on, you blushed as you glared at him.ย 
โ€œJesus christ,โ€ you mumbled, rolling your eyes before confessing.
โ€œI get it, we fucked.โ€
Suddenly, you and Hongjoong break out into giggles like varsity sweethearts again at the story. Though embarrassed and cringing internally from the way you acted as young adults, it was nice to share them together now. At the proximity in which youโ€™re standing in, you can't help but stare at each other softly. A hand wraps around your waist, making your breath hitch as he pulls you closer.ย 
โ€œWhat are you doing?โ€ you grin, watching him.
He looms over you, able to tell that something sits right at the tip of his tongue that he hesitantly decides to say. โ€œIโ€™m pretty sure,โ€ he mutters, staring at your face and cautiously grazing the skin under your blouse. You feel your breathing speed up.ย 
โ€œI also held you like this in my arms as you were leaning against that treeโ€ his grip gentle and immediately transporting you back to the scenery that night. His sharp tone contrasts his touch.ย 
โ€œYknow, the one we fucked against?โ€ he teases to you one more time.
The scent of burning campfire. A cold, midnight breeze. The feeling of the rough cedar tree against your back as Hongjoong thrusted inside you with every delirious snap of his hips, holding you close while he fucked you to oblivion with only the forest animals standing witness to your sinful actions. The film replays like a cheesy R-rated romance movie in your mind.ย 
โ€œDid you, now?โ€ You gulp, looking up at him as you adjust to the foreign feeling of his touch on your hips.ย 
โ€œYeah. I remember it allโ€ he states, smirking down at you with an intense gaze.
The memory dies down when you catch yourself staring at his lips, arms finding their way around his neck as he dives down to whisper softly to you.
โ€œDo you remember too?โ€ He asks.
How he held you in his arms. How he whispered in your ear while you came around his cock, drool and traces of cum littering the corners of your mouth while Hongjoong didnโ€™t care if you were stretching his flannel from how hard you were tugging at the material.
You nod. โ€œI do,โ€ you muttered, lashes fluttering as you felt as though your heart wouldnโ€™t stop beating. โ€œI remember you kissed me on the lips,โ€ you confessed.ย 
Perhaps you wanted him to do it again right now.ย 
He looks in your eyes, searching for your approval that you desperately give, breath hitting each other's faces as he slowly leaned down to try and connect your lips. His chest is pressed against yours, and you begin to realize you havenโ€™t shared the same breath like that in so long. You were so close to kissing right then and there.
If only you leaned in closerโ€ฆ
โ€œWeโ€™re back!โ€
You push Hongjoong across the kitchen, shoving his hip painfully into the marble counter and ignoring his high-pitched groan of agony as you immediately look away to avoid suspicion, continuing to grab the beer from the icebox in front of you.
โ€œGirls!โ€ you exclaimed, voice wavering.ย 
Of course, Eunbyeol and Eunseo walk in with matching postcards and goodies from the souvenir shop in their hands, their sunglasses perched on their heads as their eyes lit up with excitement. They were still oblivious to the fact that they almost caught their parents about to make out in the kitchen.
โ€œDad, this place is amazing!โ€ Eunbyeol deadpans, telling her father. โ€œThey even have jet skiing on the other side of the lake! We gotta go now!โ€
Hongjoong clutches his hip, pursing his lips as he hides his expression of pain and surprise.ย 
โ€œReally? That's great sweetieโ€
Eunseo however, is quick to catch on.
โ€œWhat were you guys doing?โ€ she looks at you suspiciously. Her words hang in the air for a moment.ย 
โ€œWere you guys about to kis-โ€
Hongjoong and you frantically scurry to find a plausible excuse, shuffling awkwardly.ย 
โ€œI was helping your dad unload the coolerโ€ย 
โ€œI was helping your mom get something out of her eyeโ€
Both girls stare at you meekly. Eunbyeol scrunches her nose. โ€œHuh?โ€
Plastering on a fake smile, you briskly leaped over the luggage nearby, ushering them upstairs before they had the chance to ask anymore questions.
โ€œI think itโ€™s time to unpack your things.โ€ you watched their eyebrows quirk at the way you pushed them out the kitchen.
โ€œWe can do it on our own, mom! Itโ€™s really no big d-โ€
You clamp Eunbyeolโ€™s mouth shut with your hand, blushing profusely as you walk away with them.ย 
Hongjoong stands there alone in the kitchen, rubbing his hip and wondering what the hell just almost happened.
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The next few days, you and Hongjoong donโ€™t discuss the incident between you two. Rather, the beginning of the trip after that event has become a painful performance trying your best to be eerily polite yet distant to each other in front of your children, as if that would make you forget the fact that you two almost kissed in the kitchen.
โ€œCould you pass the sunscreen, honey?โ€ Hongjoong would say awkwardly, turning his back to flash you a cheery smile on the lake deck as Eunbyeol and Eunseo watched you interact while floating in the cool, summer waters.ย 
You passed the bottle to your ex-husband while maintaining awkward distance. โ€œOf course, darling!โ€ย 
โ€œThanks honey!โ€
โ€œNo problem sweetheart!โ€
This resulted in Eunbyeol and Eunseo looking at their parents in horror, the youngest twin muttering under her breath as they discussed an urgent change of plans.
โ€œWe have to get them to stop being weird.โ€
Apart from that, the โ€˜family bonding timeโ€™ promise to your daughters was maintained, and each day was an adventure for all of you in terms of what you would do together next. An accumulation of forest trekking, water-skiing and outdoors barbeques on the patio of your cottage made everyday feel more and more special for your girls, seeing how they relished in having both their parents with them at the same place and time. It became moments of peace and resolution that eventually became special for you and Hongjoong too.ย 
โ€œI hope we stay here forever,โ€ Eunseo blurted out one evening after a blissful day near the lakeshore, watching as the sun began to go down. She was busy licking the sticky sides of her melting ice cream cone in one hand, the other one held in yours.ย 
Hongjoong and Eunbyeol were a few feet ahead, laughing loudly and holding hands as they compared their fruit popsicles with one another to see whose was bigger.ย 
โ€œYou and Byeol would eventually get sick of going to the lake all the timeโ€ You smiled, the corners of your mouth turning up before her next words made the strings of your heart tug.ย 
โ€œSure, but at least you and dad could be together with us too.โ€
You watched as she ran up to her sister and dad, joining in on their fun as she began boasting that her ice cream was better than theirs. Hongjoongโ€™s smile is the biggest youโ€™ve ever seen it to be, looking down at his girls with a golden tan from the past few days spent outside, and hair slightly damp from swimming.ย 
Any person could tell the love in his eyes was as pure a fatherโ€™s love for his girls could be.ย 
Her words stuck with you until that very night, where after dinner, board games, and much pacing back and forth in your own room before getting into bed, you decided to cautiously approach Hongjoongโ€™s room on the opposite side of the second floor.
Bare feet padded across the wooden floors as you peeked through the sliver of the open door.
He's wearing an oversized sleep tee and blue pajama pants, getting in some nighttime reading before bed. His glasses are perched on his nose, intently reading his paperback novel. He looks as domestic as a husband gets.ย 
At the sound of your steps though, he sits up from his relaxed state on his bed, one arm that was supporting his head coming out as the other hand settles the book down on his abdomen. He looks surprised to see you.ย 
โ€œHiโ€ he states, looking at you.ย 
โ€œHeyโ€
Hongjoongโ€™s expression immediately softened at your figure, watching as you shuffled awkwardly in front of him. The room is quiet.ย 
โ€œCan I come in?โ€
โ€œOf course,โ€ He nods, setting his bookmark in the spine of the cover and turning his attention to you, offering you to take a seat on his linen covers. You see his polaroid camera with photos taken of Eunbyeol and Eunseo perched on a desk nearby.ย 
You donโ€™t see the ones he secretly took of you, as those are in his drawers.ย 
โ€œDonโ€™t tell me you canโ€™t sleep by yourselfโ€ he gently teases before watching as your smile doesn't reach the ends of your eyes. You wrap your silk robe closer to your body, feeling sort of vulnerable.ย 
โ€œHow do you like the resort so far?โ€ He asks, watching as you played with your fingers absentmindedly. โ€œIs the room okay?โ€
โ€œItโ€™s wonderful Hongjoong, better than I could ever have hoped for.โ€ You spoke up, telling the truth.
Itโ€™s hard to arrange your thoughts in your head when itโ€™s just the two of you in his room. The kids were already fast asleep. Now was your chance to just tell him how you felt. Why were you hesitating so much?
โ€œHey, look at me.โ€ Hongjoongโ€™s soft voice calls out to you, a protective hand coming out to caress the back of your head in habit. He can tell you want to say something, and the gesture makes you emotional, remembering how he always used to do that to ease your nerves when you were younger.ย 
โ€œWhatโ€™s wrong? Am I making things uncomfortable on the trip?โ€ he worries about the boundaries you established with him at the beginning, watching as your lip begins to quiver and the emotions suddenly overcome you.ย 
โ€œI just wanted to tell you Iโ€™m sorry.โ€ you sniffled, tears forming near the brim of your eyes as you looked up at the father of your children.ย 
Hongjoongโ€™s eyes widened, shifting through the covers over to you. โ€œWoah, hey, shh thatโ€™s alright I got youโ€ he coos, immediately going into dad mode and embracing you in his arms, letting your head rest against his chest.ย 
The action is natural, no longer foreign or weird, and you silently thank him for leaving reassuring circles on your back. Husband or not, Hongjoong would always be your best friend first. You had forgotten how much you missed this comforting side to him.ย ย 
โ€œTell me what youโ€™re sorry aboutโ€ he states, chest tightening at your wet cheeks before he slowly raises your chin to look him in the eyes.ย 
โ€œFor being mean to you for so longโ€ you sniffle, a weakened state of emotional guilt eating away at you. You let him watch you carefully.
โ€œIโ€™ve been thinking about how happy the girls have been during this trip. A-And it kills me that weโ€™ve been fighting for the past seven years, and that theyโ€™ve grown up seeing such bad parts of ourselves, of my own selfโ€ you ramble, confessing how you felt.ย 
You look up. โ€œTheyโ€™re happy because weโ€™re together Joong. Because weโ€™re not fighting or avoiding each other like we used to do before.โ€
He watches as you look up at him with tears forming in your eyes.ย 
โ€œYouโ€™re such a good dad. And I realized you deserve to hear that.โ€
At the sounds of more sniffles, Hongjoong finally speaks, smiling as he brushes stray hair from your face.ย 
โ€œI wouldnโ€™t want anyone else but you to be the mother of our children, I hope you know thatโ€
His truthfulness throws you off guard.
โ€œIโ€™m sorry tooโ€ he sighs, letting you sit up straight and look him in the eyes properly. โ€œI havenโ€™t been the best partner either, baby. We were both mean to each other.โ€ he says, brushing a tear away from your face.
โ€œIโ€™m pretty sure youโ€™ve thrown a hair dryer at me once before as wellโ€ he attempts to make you laugh, affection blooming in his chest when he sees he succeeds, wiping your tears.ย 
โ€œBut I already knew how you felt, sweetheart. I always knowโ€ he smiles, eyes mirroring a weak ache in his heart.ย ย 
โ€œMarried or not, we were once friends. And now weโ€™re familyโ€ His voice turns deep, strong and dependable like the father heโ€™s become.
โ€œWe can start overโ€ you tell him, smiling as he folds his hands over your palm. โ€œWe can always do better from now and going forward. For ourselves, and for Eunseo and Eunbyeol.โ€ย 
Hongjoong nods, hesitantly for a split second before he leans over to press a soft kiss to your cheek, showing a gesture of affection that you longed for so long.
You shut your eyes, the kiss making your heart flutter.ย 
โ€œFriends again?โ€ He whispers, though silently wanting something more.ย 
You sighed, pulling him in closer to embrace in a hug. โ€œFriendsโ€ you nodded while inhaling his comforting scent.ย 
The next morning, and for the rest of the remaining trip onwards, you and Hongjoongโ€™s relationship dynamics did the equivalent of a 180 degree turn.ย 
Itโ€™s hard to believe you two really just wanted to be โ€˜friendsโ€™
Eunbyeol and Eunseo could tell by the way you talked to each other more, noticing you share more secret glances and fleeting touches that were innocent to the eye, but concealing a longing that you both tried to hide. You knew you couldnโ€™t get carried away. You and Hongjoong were simply resolving a rough patch in your parenting. Not getting back together in a relationship.ย 
But after spending more time together while Eunbyeol and Eunseo became occupied on their own, it was hard keeping the interactions to a justified amount. Long walks in the forest, evenings spent cooking together, even cuddling together on the couch during family movie night. Thinking your kids were too busy watching the vintage Disney movie play on screen, when in fact, the real love story they were more invested in was happening right in front of their eyes, watching their parents falling in love again.
This led to the last event in their plan that they hoped would finally seal the deal.ย 
On Saturday night, the last night of your trip before you had to go back to the city, you and Hongjoong are surprised to find mini invitations left on your beds, scribbled in glitter pen and cursive handwriting reading out the following:
Gourmet Dinner Date for 2
Time: 7:30 pm
Location: Outdoor patioย 
Dress code: Formal and Classy
You and your husband chuckled at the cards left on your beds, suddenly finding a twin each by your side and ushering you to get ready.ย 
โ€œDo you and your sister even know how to cook dinner, Eunbyeol?โ€ You questioned as your daughter rushed to push you into your walk-in closet, forcing you to get ready.ย 
She huffs, placing her hands on her hips looking offended.ย 
โ€œAt least my cooking skills donโ€™t take after Dadโ€™s, mom.โ€ She mumbled, choosing your shoes for you. โ€œHave some trust in a girl!โ€
Meanwhile, Hongjoong gets pampered by Eunseo in the other room, though in reality, her blunt critiques on her dads fashion are bruising his pride at the moment.ย 
โ€œDad, you have many normal clothes to wear. You have to chill with the ripped baggy jeans.โ€ she demands, trudging through his closet to find something formal for him to wear.ย 
He begins to protest but his daughter shakes her head. โ€œYouโ€™re supposed to look good for mom!โ€ she huffs, searching on her own. At Eunseoโ€™s words, the man starts to slightly worry, scratching the back of his head.ย 
โ€œYou and Byeol are gonna join too, right?โ€
She stops for a second, looking back to her father as she avoids the question and instead retorts back.ย 
โ€œItโ€™s just a date, Dad. Relaxโ€
Back to what was happening in the other room at the end of the hallway, you huffed in frustration when you walked back into your closet after Byeol rejected another one of your outfits for the dinner date.ย 
โ€œI have nothing else to wear, sweetie, these are all the clothes I have.โ€ you came to terms with a hand coming to your forehead after having searched in despair.ย 
The ten year old shakes her head before pushing you out of the way and digging deep into your suitcase. She reveals a delicate piece of material you didnโ€™t even realize you packed.ย 
โ€œWe got some help from Aunt Sophie and Uncle Hwa to pack you guys clothes that you could wear for a special occasion.โ€ she wiggles her eyebrows, a smug grin on her face as you gap in shock.ย 
You inspect the dress, lips parting in disbelief as you feel the material.ย 
โ€œI havenโ€™t worn this since I was in college.โ€ You uttered softly to yourself.ย 
At one longing look of the short dress, you shake your head, walking back into the closet to find something else. โ€œI-I canโ€™t wear this Byeol, what would your dad think?โ€œ you asked nervously.
โ€œDad said he thinks your boobs looked hot in this dress so Aunt Sophie and I picked it speciallyโ€ she looks up at you, proud of what she just said.ย ย 
You whip your head around, mouth hanging open in shock.
โ€œByeol! Where did you hear that from?โ€ย 
She sighs. โ€œDad had one too many drinks this one time and started talking about you guys back in collegeโ€ she explained before shoving the infamous black dress in your hands.ย 
โ€œTalked a lot about how pretty you were,โ€ she draws out her words in a teasing voice. You curse your husband for his mistake.
You bite your lip as you stare down at the fabric in your hands.ย 
It was undeniable. You knew you looked amazing in this dress. You could testify from the amount of times Hongjoong ripped it off of you after countless night outโ€™s filled with sexual tension and playful flirting. For god's sake, Eunbyeol and Eunseo couldโ€™ve almost had another sibling thanks to that dress.
โ€œFine.โ€ you muttered bashfully, turning away as you walked into the closet to change.ย 
โ€œBut Iโ€™m just gonna try it on.โ€
Thirty minutes, one mental breakdown and too many outfit changes to count later, you walk down the stairs wearing the dress Eunbyeol had successfully persuaded you to wear.ย 
What do you know, the kid was right. Your boobs looked amazing in that dress.ย 
Not just your boobs, your whole body looked incredible with its strong curves and the beautiful fill it gave to the dress, making it slightly tighter than when you wore it as a twenty year old, but still all the more mature and sophisticated. You really did look hot.
Eunbyeol rushes down the stairs before you, catching up with her sister to inspect her job on their fathers preparation.ย 
โ€œWell?โ€ She says expectedly, looking at her dad. โ€œLetโ€™s take a look!โ€
He sports a simple yet timeless white collar dress shirt, the first few buttons undone as he wears a form fitting black dress-vest that accentuates his waist, dress pants paired to go along with it. Though simple, his silver rings pulled the outfit together, making him just as good looking and sophisticated as you were.ย 
Hongjoongโ€™s back faces towards your front, watching as the man nervously shuffles his hands in his pockets.
โ€œHow do I look guys?โ€ He gulps, adjusting his collar and sweeping his blond hair back.ย 
Eunseo rolls her eyes, a grin on her proud little face. โ€œDo you even have to ask, dad?โ€ Sheโ€™s more than confident in the outfit she and Seonghwa coordinated together.ย 
He chuckles, shaking his head as he nervously tells them.ย 
โ€œI want to look good for your mom, you know what I mean? She's a difficult woman to impress sometimes.โ€
โ€œIโ€™m difficult?โ€ You tease, walking down the last few steps of the stairs.ย 
The man turns his head around, losing his breath at the sight of you standing there in front of him, wearing that dress that he hadnโ€™t seen you wear for so long, looking breathtaking in every possible way.ย 
โ€œHiโ€ you grinned softly, feeling sort of shy.
The way you fit in that dress made an insatiable hunger fuel inside Hongjoongs chest, eyes gazing at the way you strutted over in the black, lace covered material with your hair tied back and glossed lips turned upwards as your dimples showed. He breaks from his admiration when you quirk a brow at him, making the man almost fall to his knees and stutter uncontrollably.ย 
โ€œI-I No I didnโ€™t mean that-โ€œ
You giggle as you bravely take Hongjoongs hands in your own, shutting him up as you turn to your daughters standing in front of you, starstruck at your aura.ย 
โ€œOutside, right?โ€ you winked at them.ย 
โ€œRight this way!โ€ Eunseo enthusiastically leads you out back to the outdoor patio, a perfect view of the garden and lakeside coming into effect. Hongjoong slips his hand from yours, and slides it across your waist, pulling you into his side.ย 
โ€œMy parents are too coolโ€ Eunbyeol sighs under her breath, watching from behind in awe.
Your ex-husband makes you swoon when he leans in to whisper softly. โ€œYou look breathtaking, sweetheart.โ€ feeling an immense sense of pride at how lucky he was to make you the mother of his children.ย 
You blush, turning to him to whisper playfully back.ย 
โ€œNot bad yourself.โ€ย 
You both look forward when you come to a stop at the patio steps, sheer amazement at the full preparation your daughters did for this event. Fairy lights were hung around the area, a table with two chairs on either side placed with a white table cloth and a bouquet of freshly hand picked flowers from the forest, battery powered candles that were sold at the souvenir shop lit in the middle and glowing softly.ย 
Eunbyeol dashes to the door when it rings, making you and Hongjoong furrow your brows.ย 
โ€œIs someone here?โ€ he asks, watching Eunseo fold a napkin over her arm like the pro waiter she was. The other one walks out, an oily fast food paper bag in her hands as she smiles. โ€œDinner is served!โ€ย 
โ€œTurns out that diner 15 minutes away also delivers!โ€ She chuckled, helping her sister plate the two cheeseburgers, fries, and vanilla and strawberry milkshakes.ย 
You and Hongjoong continue to watch in stunned amazement as the girls prepare the not exactly gourmet(?) but still impressive meal in front of you, their small hands working swiftly.ย 
โ€œYou guys prepared all of this?โ€ You asked, getting a little emotional. They grin proudly, nodding their heads. โ€œWe called the place earlier and planned it all by ourselves!โ€
You pressed a kiss to each of their soft cheeks, thanking them both as Hongjoong did the same.ย 
โ€œWhat did I do to get so lucky with my girls?โ€ he smiles, ruffling their heads.ย 
โ€œWhat about you guys?โ€ You asked, watching as they slowly backed away to give you two some privacy.ย 
โ€œNatalie and her mom invited us over for dinner and a sleepover tonight at her cottage,โ€ Eunbyeol smiles. At the mention of their newly made friend that they had gotten close to over the week, Hongjoong looks at you then back at them.ย 
โ€œWhat? But- โ€
She cuts him off, rolling her eyes. โ€œHer mom said itโ€™s totally fine with her. Sheโ€™s only two cottages down, and sheโ€™ll make sure weโ€™re back in time again for tomorrow when we leave!โ€ย 
The two girls smile in excitement, though the both of you have your parental instincts kick in.ย 
โ€œPlease?โ€ they begged, wanting you to let them go so that they could do this for you guys as much as they wanted to do it for themselves. โ€œSheโ€™s waiting for us now!โ€
Hongjoong feels guilty. โ€œCโ€™mon, you guys should still join us!โ€
Eunseo immediately shakes her head, declining the offer.ย 
โ€œTonight is all about you guys. We donโ€™t want to intrudeโ€ she chuckles, bumping shoulders with her sister who chips in.
โ€œWeโ€™ll text you guys in the middle to let you know everythingโ€™s good of courseโ€ย 
You and Hongjoong smile, a feeling of immense proudness overwhelming you from seeing your daughters act so grown up. There wasnโ€™t anything else you felt grateful for more.ย 
โ€œThank you girls.โ€ you muttered softly, watching as they flashed you a wink before hurrying out through the backyard door.ย 
โ€œDonโ€™t get all kissy in the backyard!โ€ Eunbyeol teases, making cheesy smooching sounds with the back of her hand as her sister rolls her eyes and shoves her out.ย 
Before you know it, youโ€™re left standing with just the sound of smooth jazz playing on the patio speakers and the buzzing of the summer cicadas.ย 
โ€œShe takes after you, I hope you know thatโ€ You told Hongjoong softly.ย ย 
He chuckles, โ€œNot as much as you.โ€ He gestures to the table. โ€œShall we?โ€ย 
And thatโ€™s how the next few hours seem to pass by without even realizing.ย 
You see, there was a reason why you fell in love with the man sitting in front of you, and youโ€™re just beginning to remember it now. Being with Hongjoong felt as if the moment was everlasting, and you could testify that from the amount of laughter and deep conversation that was shared over dinner, bringing you to sit on that patio until the sun had set. Every so often youโ€™d smile again at the thought of the twins preparing this all for you.ย 
โ€œI donโ€™t remember the last time Iโ€™ve been on a date like thisโ€ You blurted out after laughing about something, taking a sip of your strawberry milkshake through a straw.ย 
โ€œOh, so weโ€™re going on dates now, are we?โ€ Hongjoong grins, making you roll your eyes at him.ย 
You lean forward on the table cloth, watching as a glimmer passes through your husbandโ€™s eyes while he sits back in his chair, cocking his head to the side as he clears his voice.ย 
โ€œBut youโ€™ve gone on dates after we split, havenโ€™t you?โ€ he asks, leaning forward in interest now, letting his chin rest on his palm.ย 
You shook your head slowly.
โ€œNope. Not since signing those papersโ€ you revealed.ย 
Hongjoong furrows his brows in surprise. โ€œAnd whyโ€™s that?โ€ย 
You suddenly didnโ€™t have an answer. โ€œI-I donโ€™t know, I justโ€ฆโ€ You began, watching how he looked at you with an unreadable expression. You smiled, looking down and suddenly feeling embarrassed.ย 
โ€œI guess I was too focused on running the bridal shop, I couldnโ€™t find the time to.โ€ You use as a cliche excuse.ย 
โ€œBullshitโ€ he retorts back immediately.ย 
โ€œItโ€™s true!โ€ You protested, throwing a fry at him that he dodges, landing on his finished plate.ย 
โ€œYou always did say back when we were younger that you wanted to be a designer. And look at you nowโ€ he admires, letting the candle lights shine a youthful glow to your face.ย 
โ€œYou always said you wanted to become a music producer and write your own songs.โ€ you reciprocated, smiling as you soaked in the presence of one another. โ€œAnd here you are now.โ€ย 
You think for a moment before asking the same question.ย 
โ€œHow about you?โ€ย 
Hongjoong silently shakes his head as his answer, though silently thinking about something else. The music changes to some old Billy Joel song in the back. You donโ€™t realize it, but Hongjoong smiles to himself when he realizes the girls added it to the playlist. Of course they had to, it was one of the songs you played at your wedding.ย 
โ€œWhat were we thinking when we got married like that?โ€ You asked out loud, looking at how far youโ€™d both come. You definitely skipped some of the order of the stages of a normal relationship.ย 
โ€œI mean, we had no money, no prospects. Hell, we didnโ€™t even have a car, Hongjoong!โ€ you realized.
Your husband laughs, sitting straight and letting some skin show through his unbuttoned collar.ย 
โ€œWe were youngโ€ he justifies.ย 
โ€œYeah, and stupid too,โ€ you pointed out, feeling the summer breeze pass by. It felt good to sit here like this with him.
You wondered, could sitting here like this with Hongjoong be a regular thing? After this trip, would you be able to walk back into each otherโ€™s lives again like this?ย 
As both parents and lovers?
Hongjoong brings up something you wouldnโ€™t have expected him to.ย 
โ€œDo you remember when we first found out about Eunseo and Eunbyeol?โ€ he questioned softly, looking at you.ย 
You blink, taken aback. Suddenly youโ€™re back in your college dorm washroom, sobs wracking through your body as Hongjoong who had only just sent his first few mixtapes to recording stations and companies nearby, pulled you close into his chest, eyeing the two lines left on the counter while he caressed your back. Only twenty years old and figuring out what you wanted to do with your lives, you were suddenly stuck in a sudden situation that had made you feel like your dreams would have been given up on completely.ย 
โ€œI do,โ€ you told him, pulling yourself from the memory.ย 
โ€œI remember because in that moment I felt like the whole world was caving inโ€. You laughed, though it wasnโ€™t fully cheerful.
โ€œI donโ€™t regret it, thoughโ€ Hongjoong replies after some thought, gazing at you with truth in his eyes.ย 
You shook your head. โ€œOf course. Neither do I.โ€ย 
It was a blessing to have two beautiful daughters as the product of your love.
โ€œI donโ€™t regret you either.โ€ Hongjoong states.
You lock gazes, unable to take your eyes off of his face.ย 
โ€œI loved you when I first met you and I still loved you when we divorced,โ€ he says all at once, making your breath hitch and heart waver.ย 
โ€œDonโ€™t say that.โ€ you tell him, looking away and suddenly reminding yourself youโ€™re still divorced from the man sitting in front of you.ย 
How could he still love you after all this time? How could you feel the same about him?
Hongjoong continues, shaking his head as he bites back the lodge in his throat and makes up his mind. He has to tell you.ย 
โ€œTruthfully, I donโ€™t think Iโ€™ll ever stop loving you.โ€ย 
Donโ€™t do this to me you begged silently.
โ€œIโ€™ve hurt you just as much as youโ€™ve hurt me.โ€ He swallows, thinking back to the times you already knew he was referring to. The times where you fought to the point where there wasnโ€™t even anything worth fighting for anymore.ย 
โ€œBut you have given me the greatest gifts of my life.โ€ He smiles, holding his tears back.
โ€œAnd for that I will always love you.โ€
You push your seat from the table, suddenly feeling overwhelmed and wanting to avoid him.
โ€œI canโ€™t do this anymore.โ€ you dejected, walking away from the patio and from Hongjoong.
There wasnโ€™t anything else you could fake anymore. You couldnโ€™t bear to hear the man you once loved, possibly even still love, say these things like he had a dagger lodged in his heart. Didnโ€™t he know he was only going to do the same to you?
Hongjoong is quick to catch up, holding onto your wrist and turning you around, that your back collides with the nearest wall inside, pressing your fronts together and closing the distance.
โ€œWhy do you always run away from me? From the possibility of us?โ€ He exclaimed, voice breaking. His heart crushed at the way you turned your head, hot tears already clouding your vision.ย 
โ€œBecause โ€˜usโ€™ canโ€™t happen again, Hongjoong!โ€ You cried, staring up at the man you once promised your life to.
โ€œDonโ€™t you get it? Us going on this trip isnโ€™t a sign to get back together. What would we do seven years after breaking up?โ€
โ€œWe could do itโ€ He states firmly, staring you down, both your chests heaving.
You bite your tears back again. โ€œNo we couldnโ€™t, honey. We would be pretending to think we solved our marriage. What would we do about our daughters? After putting them through our constant fightingโ€” โ€
He slams his lips to your own, shutting you up as you painfully resist his touch. Your hands came up to push him away, but at the sudden gesture, youโ€™re already giving in and sobbing softly, letting him hold you for just one last time.ย 
Your lips mold so perfectly, it almost hurts how much you missed this feeling. To have him slot his arms around your waist, pull you in close, and cherish you. You almost forgot this feeling.ย 
He pulls away softly, watching your lashes flutter, pleading to you for a chance as he leans closer, making your breath hitch.ย 
โ€œWe could be together as a family again,โ€ he states firmly, your name leaving his lips in a desperate plea. โ€œWe never know if we tryโ€”โ€
You drown out his words, looking up with tears falling as you cut him off.ย 
โ€œSeven years ago I gave you those papers to sign, thinking that you wouldโ€™ve chased after me,โ€ย 
Hongjoong holds his breath, watching as the next words stumble from your mouth.ย 
โ€œI realize now, how stupid I was to think that.โ€
โ€œI didnโ€™t know you wanted me to chase youโ€
Shoving his chest away while mustering the last of your strength you uttered. โ€œOf course I wanted you to chase me.โ€ You let go of his hands. โ€œItโ€™s too late either wayโ€, walking away from the defeated man.
Hongjoong stands alone near the patio entrance, watching his tears fall to the wooden floorboards. Holding the ring he had kept hidden in his trouser pocket, he plays with it in his fingers, silently wishing he had given it to you sooner.ย 
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It rains the next morning on your departure back to the city. Perfect, considering it reflects the sudden storm of utter depression that falls upon your family. Long gone are the cheerful giggles and longing stares that were shared between you and Hongjoong during the ride to the cottage.ย 
There was no room for that, not after last night.
Eunbyeol and Eunseo sat slumped in the backseat, rain hitting the roof of the car as they mindlessly played on their cell phones. Really, they were peeking from behind every so often and watching their parents sit in the front seat with tension so thick, you couldโ€™ve cut it with a knife.ย 
What had they done wrong? They planned the trip, the activities, the dinnerโ€” it was all perfect. And yet why were you still fighting with each other?ย 
These questions racked in their brains, baffled to have witnessed the sight of their parents refusing to talk to each other after walking back from their friends' sleepover.ย 
Eunbyeol and Eunseo felt as useful as matchmakers without a couple, feeling their efforts all gone down the drain.ย 
At the sudden ring of your cell phone, you pick up, answering at the voice of your assistant.ย 
โ€œIโ€™m driving back up right nowโ€
Hongjoong continues focusing on the road, the occasional wiping of rain from the windshield wipers on the front window.ย 
โ€œYes. Thatโ€™s okay, I'll take care of it.โ€ You muttered, glancing at the rear view mirror for a moment. Your twin daughters immediately sigh, having an idea of what to expect when you say those familiar words.ย 
โ€œThanks for letting me know.โ€ย 
You hang up the phone,ย 
โ€œOne of us isnโ€™t going with you, are we?โ€ Eunseo asks, making you look back at her with a sigh.ย 
โ€œNo, youโ€™re notโ€ You confess, apologetic. โ€˜Iโ€™m sorry honey. I really am.โ€
You look back facing the front, swallowing as you told Hongjoong.ย 
โ€œYouโ€™ll have to drop me off at the studio. Some things arenโ€™t working out with the client so they need me to come in and take care of it.โ€
He nods, unphased as he continues to look straight.ย 
โ€œWill you be fine with the girls?โ€ You asked carefully, watching them as they were slumped in the backseat.
Hongjoong grips the wheel before turning to you.ย 
โ€œIโ€˜ll be fine. Donโ€™t worry about itโ€ sending a small smile, though it doesnโ€™t fully reach his eyes.ย 
The twins thank god that at least neither of them had to choose to go back home with either parent.ย 
They wouldโ€™ve hated that more.ย 
After barely being able to depart and say goodbye to your daughters in front of your studio, holding them close for a warm embrace and thanking them for an unforgettable weekend, Hongjoong drives off with his daughters, an empty feeling cascading his thoughts. He puts on a smile still, trying to cheer up his girls.ย 
โ€œWhat do you want to do first when we go home? Want to unpack and then eat? We can eat and then unpack. Or we could- โ€
Eunseo crosses her arms, having been fed up for far too long.
โ€œDad, you must be out of your mind.โ€ย 
Hongjoong stills, furrowing his brows and peeking at the first born who crosses her arms, holding an attitude.ย 
โ€œEunseo, what are you- โ€ย 
โ€œYouโ€™re telling me you and Mom just spent a whole entire week together at the cottage, had the best time of your lives since separating with one another, and now youโ€™re just going to go back to not speaking or talking to each other again?โ€
Hongjoong blinks at his daughterโ€™s sudden outburst, already making a turn into the driveway of his house.ย ย 
Eunbyeol now reciprocates her twin, looking at her dad as she slouches beside him, coming near the front seat area.ย 
โ€œSheโ€™s got a point dad. Do you really just not love mom anymore?โ€ She worries, looking up at him genuinely concerned.ย 
Hongjoong doesnโ€™t know how to answer these sudden questions right now, stuttering to reply.
โ€œMe and your mother are fine!โ€ He lies, trying to reassure them. โ€œThat trip wasnโ€™t just for us, it was also for you two to enjoyโ€” โ€
Eunseo asks the million dollar question.ย 
โ€œIf you still love Mom, why are you letting her go a second time?โ€ย 
With the engine turned off, it's gone silent. Two pairs of eyes staring at their father, awaiting his response.ย 
โ€œWell? Are you going to chase after her or not?!โ€ Eunbyeol groans, her fathers lack of response making her pull her hair.ย 
They were right. How could he have made the same stupid mistake twice?
Hongjoong struggles to put the keys back in the engine, telling them to put their seat belts back on. Their eyes begin to glow with hope.
โ€œDo you girls mind staying at your uncleโ€™s for a bit?โ€ He asks hurriedly, punching into his cell phone to call his brother for a favor as he pulls out of the driveway. Eunbyeol squeals, hands clamping over her mouth as her sister speaks on behalf of them both.ย 
โ€œDad, if you donโ€™t drop us off and get your butt over to momโ€™s right away, Iโ€™m gonna report you to child services.โ€ she threatens, watching as he steps on the accelerator, heart pumping so fast as he smiles through the rear view mirror.
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You sighed, holding up your cellphone to your ear.ย 
โ€œCall me once she approves the design then,โ€ you told your assistant through the receiver, one hand looking over the sheets of paper, highlighting the changes to the new blueprint.ย 
โ€œAlright then, bye.โ€ย 
After hanging up the phone, you rubbed your temples, head pounding as you tucked the files back into the folder.ย 
The clock in your studio showed the hands about to reach seven pm. A few hours had already passed since coming back from your trip to the cottage, trying to forget everything by burying your focus into the new dress prints a client of yours requested, remodeling them after the original was rejected.ย 
Fingers worked away swiftly, comparing textiles and fabrics as you looked at the piles of papers and messy sticky notes in front of you. But yet the gears in your mind seemed to churn achingly slow, sighing as you repeatedly told yourself the same thing.ย 
Just focus on the dress, focus on the dress, focus on the dress.
Donโ€™t think about him.ย 
The task is impossible. Your mind canโ€™t help but slip back to what your relationship has become with Hongjoong, and what you were going to do now that those seven days were over. For so long you had deprived yourself from indulging in your love life, prioritizing taking care of Eunseo and Eunbyeol while juggling your job as a designer. Had you been doing it all wrong?ย 
Hongjoongโ€™s words repeat in your head like a broken record player.ย 
I will always love you
Lies. That promise couldnโ€™t be kept. Your divorce was a clear outcome of it. You and Hongjoong were two people not meant for one another. You were too different, all you would do is hurt one another, make life an unbearable living hellโ€”
And yet you missed him. You missed Hongjoong so much.ย 
What was fucking keeping you from loving him? Was it your stubbornness? Was it really the fact that he didnโ€™t chase after you? Or was it none of that and just your own self being stupid?
The front door of the studio opens, pulling you from your thoughts as you got back to the sketches. You called up from your desk as you worked quietly.ย 
โ€œThe studios closed for the- โ€
Heavy breathing. The man who just walked in catches his breath from dashing out of his car and up the three flights of stairs, driving through almost an hour of traffic in pouring rain to be here in this moment with you.
โ€œHongjoong?โ€
Heโ€™s drenched, making a mess on the floor of the studio as the droplets fall softly one by one.ย 
Suddenly he's striding over to where youโ€™re sitting in long steps before slamming his lips against yours. The kiss throws you off guard, the shock of his cold hands cradling your face makes you close the gap unknowingly.ย 
Linking your arms around his neck while kissing back passionately, you let your hands rest on his shoulders, pulling back for air as you panted heavily, catching your breaths and looking at each other with pure love and lust.ย 
โ€œWhy are you here?โ€ you asked, feeling dumb because your heart already knew the answer. His hands wrap around your waist, desperate as if you would leave him again.ย 
But heโ€™s just so fucking tired of that now. He just wants to love you now.
โ€œI lost you once.โ€ He breathes, eyes watering.
โ€œIโ€™m not going to lose you againโ€.ย 
Suddenly, everything that kept you from being with each other is thrown away.ย 
That hate, that fear, everything is gone because you realize you still needed each other. Youโ€™re still the same twenty year old couple standing in that dorm washroom, holding each other close and knowing itโ€™ll be okay because at least you had each other.ย 
You grasp onto his damp shirt, pulling him down with such force that your lips meet again, taking charge as you finally allowed him to have you.ย 
โ€œYouโ€™re a fucking idiotโ€ you whined between kisses, curses escaping your lips when he softly bites the flesh of your neck to test the waters. โ€œI hope you know thatโ€
He agrees wholeheartedly, nodding as if he was already getting pussydrunk.
โ€œIโ€™m an idiotโ€ he mumbles to himself, letting it escape his lips like a mantra. Well, he was stupid enough to only chase after you this late, so if his wife told him he was an idiot, then so he was.
โ€œLet me prove how much I love you,โ€ a hand comes to graze near the collar of your shirt.ย 
You gasped, watching as Hongjoong lifted you from your seat and rutted his hips against your core pathetically, your ass digging into the edge of the table.
โ€œHere?โ€ Your eyes widened, watching his expression turn dark. He presses kisses on your collarbone, making your hands grasp the wood for support. โ€œHongjoong wait,โ€ you exhaled in a deep breath, heart beating against your chest.
But he doesnโ€™t give a shit. Heโ€™s tired of waiting.ย 
โ€œItโ€™s been too fucking longโ€ he protests, ripping your top off. Youโ€™re dizzy from how abruptly heโ€™s stripping you, latching onto his shoulders for support as you wobble from him unzipping your jeans and pushing them down, exposing you in nothing but your underwear and bra.ย 
And like the good little whore you are, you immediately spread your legs, letting Hongjoong get a view of the embarrassingly wet patch leaking through your panties as heโ€™s crouched down to let you step out of the denim near your ankles.
Holy fucking shit
You stand bashfully, toes curling from how exposed and vulnerable you were being the only one naked.ย 
โ€œPlease?โ€ you asked nicely, letting your foot rest on his shoulder as your pussy was now on full display for him.
You donโ€™t have time to even finish the last word before Hongjoong dives in, lapping at your soaking cunt and humming in pure ecstasy at the taste. The muffled vibrations make you throw your head back, tugging on his locks to shove his face further.ย 
Hongjoongโ€™s hands press into your thighs that cage his head in, leaving a grip that you guarantee with littering the flesh with red splotchy bruises. Did you mind? Not at all.
When his tongue pokes at the gummy flesh of your walls, you let out a full moan, echoing throughout the studio as the air begins to smell like sex.ย 
โ€œRight there, yesโ€ you urged him, leg beginning to shake from how weak it was getting.ย 
He's so invested, you fear he might suffocate any longer if he doesnโ€™t pull back for air. So you grasp his head, pushing him away from his meal while you both gasped lightly.
You watch him wipe his slick covered chin with the back of his hand, not breaking eye contact as he stares.ย 
โ€œYou were just begging to be fucked for all these years, werenโ€™t you sweetheart?โ€ He teases.ย 
Though you wanted him to lap at your juices until you came, you knew you needed to still feel his cock inside after so long.ย 
Your fingers played with the hem of your underwear, smiling back at your husband.ย 
โ€œAnd you were just begging to get a taste of this pussy, werenโ€™t you, Joong?โ€ wiping that smug grin off his face.
โ€Lay down for meโ€ he demands, getting up so that one hand finds its way to the back of your bra to unclasp it. The other clears half your desk covered in wedding dress blueprints and sketches, making sure nothing would make you uncomfortable before he fucked you on that mahogany surface so all youโ€™d remember would be his name.ย 
And people said romance was dead.ย 
When the bra slides off and your bare back hits your desk, you suddenly realize what Hongjoongโ€™s intention was when he ordered you to do that.ย 
Soft mounds spill out as your breasts take their natural form, giving Hongjoong the perfect view of your tits. Pervert.ย 
He immediately latches his tongue on a nipple, taking his hand and playing with the other, twisting painfully.ย 
A cry escapes your lips, parting them open as you let him play with them as much as he wanted to. He smiles against the motherfuckers, knowing that shut you up perfectly.ย 
โ€œAre you ready for me to fuck you now?โ€
โ€œPlease, Joong, I need youโ€ you whined, submitting yourself to your husband. He already knows youโ€™re in need of one last kiss, coming up to give his wife what she wants by slotting his lips against yours again, this time much harsher.ย 
โ€œTell me so that I treat you good, babyโ€ he mumbles, pulling back and making you clench your thighs together. He undoes his shirt in the meantime, unbuckling his belt and pressing a sweet kiss to your cheek when you sobbed.ย 
โ€œFuck me, pleaseโ€ย 
His fingers slide your panties to the side to press his aching tip to your wet core.ย 
โ€œLike this?โ€ He teases.
โ€œInside, Hongjoongโ€ you emphasized, meaning what you said with the way your nails dug into a pile of papers nearby. Biting your lip from how sensitive and needy your cunt was.ย 
โ€œI know, I know,โ€ he murmured, smiling to himself after messing with you.ย 
โ€œI just missed this pretty cuntโ€ before in one strong thrust, Hongjoongโ€™s bulging tip enters inside your walls, giving you a stretch you forgot how much you loved. You whined softly.ย 
โ€œShitโ€ he curses, relishing how the buildup finally led to this moment.ย 
The man is ravenous, but heโ€™s genuinely trying his best to ease the painful stretch as you adjust to his thickness, nipping your neck in a trail of hickeys and love bites posessively.
With every thrust he makes, you arch your back, pencils and papers shuffling near by you.ย 
โ€œFucking look at my wifeโ€ he admires proudly, watching the woman he loves bounce her tits at every thrust of his cock.ย 
โ€œSโ€™too muchโ€ you caved in, shaking your head at the stimulation.ย 
You claw at his arms, head turning to the side as your eyes roll back from pleasure.ย 
โ€œI know, mama, I knowโ€ย 
He grabs a tit in his left hand, the right one coming down to play with your clit, pressing slow circles near where you were connected.ย 
โ€œFuck, I missed theseโ€ He rasps, savouring the feeling of your soft flesh in his hand, making you throw your head back.ย 
โ€œMissed how they looked when you were pregnantโ€ he says, thinking of how ethereal you looked when you were knocked up with his kids.ย 
โ€œGod, at this point Iโ€™m gonna get you fucking pregnant againโ€ Hongjoong grunts, snapping his hips deliriously back and forth. He envisions you round and full, fulfilling his inner fantasy.ย 
โ€œShut up.โ€ You spat, breaking the mood as you bit your lip to suppress a moan. He almost laughs when you then crane your hips back to give him easier access to keep penetrating you. The desk shuffles.ย 
โ€œYour mouth is saying one thing, honey, but your body is saying something elseโ€ย 
After hearing his words, you suck him in further, both of you now getting close.ย 
โ€œMโ€™close. Mโ€™so close!โ€ you whimpered, sitting up so that now Hongjoong could hold you in his arms, caging your body so his cock could stuff you better.ย 
Your mouth hangs open in silent bliss, hands scratching his back. You leaned into his ear, making the final chord inside him snap.ย 
โ€œMake me cum, daddyโ€ย 
And just like that, youโ€™re clenching around Hongjoongโ€™s massive cock as a creamy white ring begins to form. Hot ropes fill you up inside, tangled in a sweaty mess as he purrs, caressing the back of your head again in habit.ย 
โ€œSo fucking good, sweetheart. You did so good for meโ€
The sounds of your breathing fill the studio, a pencil or two rolling quietly away on the ground from being shoved off the desk. He shakes his head when you try to pull your sweaty bodies away, hair sticking to your neck but feeling the way he refuses.ย 
โ€œJust let me love you,โ€ he mumbles into your shoulder, dick softening inside you. โ€œJust for a moment.โ€
Youโ€™re too tired to say anything back, so you finally give in.ย 
Seven years passed by you two without even realizing how much you still loved each other. Though you wouldnโ€™t be able to get that time back, for once, there was something that you and Hongjoong agreed upon.ย 
You had no intention of wasting that time any more.ย 
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Months later, and it still takes everything in Eunbyeol and Eunseo hearts to not scream at the sight of their parents when they walk hand in hand, smiling happily in public as they pick their daughters up from the first day of school.ย 
The girls jump into their parentโ€™s embrace, eying the two silver rings they now wore proudly together.ย 
โ€œHow was school, darlings?โ€ Hongjoong asks, pressing a kiss to Eunseo and Eunbyeol.ย 
โ€œIt was fun! We watched a documentary about lovebirdsโ€ she smiled, looking back up. You laughed softly.
โ€œWhich reminded me to tell you,โ€ she grins, watching as you, her sister, and father all looked at her.ย 
โ€œI hope you know that getting you and dad back together was my plan from the start.โ€ she confesses, smirking at Eunbyeol who scoffs, crossing her arms.ย 
โ€œNuh uh, this was my idea first!โ€ย 
Before her sister could yell at her twin, you jumped in.ย 
โ€œPlan? What plan?โ€ You asked quizzically, both you and Hongjoong standing there confused.
โ€œTo get you guys to fall back in love again, of course!โ€ Eunseo smiles, both her and her sister now giggling softly together.ย ย 
โ€œHow am I just finding out that there was a plan?โ€ Hongjoong mutters, scratching his neck in confusion. You turned to the two girls, stopping in your tracks on your way to the car
โ€œWhen did you two even think of all this?โ€ grinning in astonishment as you felt Hongjoong slot his hand and intertwine it with yours. It felt natural now.
โ€œYeah, I'm curious tooโ€ he states, leaning close and becoming intrigued.
Your daughters look at each other before smiling.ย 
โ€œItโ€™s a long story.โ€
But at last, time is something you finally now have as a reunited family of four, walking back to your car, holding hands with a twin on each side.
Listening carefully, as your daughters start from the very beginning.
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