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someonegoood · 29 days ago

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I’m not a kid! pt. 1 ✫ jeon jungkook

in which you’ve always had a hopeless crush on your brother’s best friend, Jungkook, who’s made it painfully clear he doesn’t feel the same—until a family vacation forces buried emotions to the surface.

CONTAINS: brother’s best friend troop, angst & fluff ! idolverse, age gap, arguments, jungkook is an ass with reader, making out…

NOTE: i’ll upload part 2 later… someday!! this work is not revised and english is not my first language :)

part 1, part 2.

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The salty breeze of Busan’s coastline always carried the scent of the ocean and the faint cries of seagulls circling above. The city was alive with contrasts: the bustling fish markets that lined the shore and the quiet charm of the winding streets that climbed up the hills.

For Jungkook, Busan had always been home. The neighbourhood where he grew up wasn’t particularly special, but it was familiar—a place where kids spent endless summers playing soccer at the nearby park. That’s where he first met Minho.

Minho, your older brother, was the kind of boy everyone gravitated towards. He was a social butterfly while Jungkook was a shy eight-year-old, reluctant to join in but unable to resist Minho’s easygoing charisma.

“You’re on my team, Jeon,” Minho had declared one afternoon, tossing a worn-out soccer ball to Jungkook without waiting for a response.

From that day on, the two were inseparable. They shared everything: snacks bought from corner stores, secrets whispered during sleepovers, and dreams about what they wanted to be when they grew up.

That’s how you came into the picture.

You were Minho’s little sister, always tagging along, much to Jungkook’s annoyance. You were the sunshine to Minho’s confident energy, with an eternal optimism that made everyone crack a smile. But to him, you were just Minho’s sister—someone to tolerate because you came with the package.

Instead, over the years, your bubbly nature and obvious admiration for Jungkook became harder for him to ignore. You lingered on the sidelines of their soccer matches, offering water bottles and clapping too enthusiastically when he scored a goal. You laughed at his jokes even when they weren’t funny and gave him small, thoughtful gifts on his birthday—things like handmade keychains or little notes tucked into envelopes.

And while Minho teased you endlessly about your obvious crush, Jungkook’s reaction was always more severe. He hated it—not because he didn’t like you, but because he didn’t know how to like you. That made everything infinitely more complicated.

So, he did what he thought was best: he pushed you away.

NINE YEARS AGO…

The evening had the magic that only Busan nights could conjure: warm, salty air and the soft glow of lanterns strung along the bustling street-side restaurant.

Your family and the Jeons had planned this dinner weeks ago, a casual gathering to catch up and enjoy good food before Jungkook left for another training session in Seoul.

“I’m moving to Seoul,” he announced some years ago at your family’s barbecue, his tone casual, as if he hadn’t just shattered your world.

Your heart sank.

“For what?” your brother asked, genuinely curious.

Jungkook’s lips curled into the smallest of smiles. “To be a trainee. BigHit is giving me a shot.”

You froze, the words hitting you harder than you expected. He hadn’t told you. He hadn’t even hinted at it. That night, you cried alone in your room. You felt betrayed: that was your only dream since childhood. Eventually he left Busan to become a trainee, which had made you wonder if you’ll ever have an opportunity in the industry.

The long, wooden table was nestled under a canopy of fairy lights, with plates of grilled fish, spicy tteokbokki, and steaming bowls of jjigae scattered across its surface. You sat beside Jungkook, not by choice but because the seating arrangement had worked out that way. Your mother was chatting animatedly with Mrs. Jeon, and your brother Minho was in a heated debate with Jungkook’s older brother about which soccer team was superior.

You couldn’t focus. Not with Jungkook so close, his presence filling the air between you. He was dressed casually in a black hoodie and jeans, his dark hair slightly messy from the seaside breeze. He was scrolling through his phone, barely acknowledging you, but you could feel the heat radiating from his shoulder whenever it brushed yours.

As the clock neared midnight, the temperature dropped. You rubbed your arms, the thin pink cardigan you’d worn doing little to ward off the chill. You tried to focus on the conversation, but your shivering gave you away.

“Are you cold?” your mom asked from across the table, concern in her eyes.

“I’m fine,” you lied quickly, forcing a smile.

But you weren’t fine, and Jungkook noticed your trembling.

Later, when the two families were chatting, you hesitated for a moment and then glanced at him. “Can I… borrow your hoodie?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

He blinked, clearly caught off guard. “What?”

“Your hoodie,” you repeated, trying to sound casual. “I’m freezing here.”

He stared at you for a second longer than necessary, his lips pressing into a thin line. Then, without a word, he pulled the hoodie over his head, his black t-shirt riding up slightly to reveal a toned stomach. You quickly looked away, heat rushing to your cheeks.

“Here,” he muttered, holding it out to you.

You slipped it on, the fabric warm and smelling faintly of his cologne—a mix of citrus and vanilla. It was far too big on you, the sleeves hanging past your fingertips, but it was comforting nonetheless.

“Thanks,” you said softly, stealing a glance at him.

He shrugged, his expression unreadable. “It’s just a hoodie.”

But as the night went on, you noticed little things. How he subtly shifted closer when the breeze picked up. How his knee brushed against yours under the table, and he didn’t pull away. How, when he thought no one was looking, his gaze lingered on you a second too long.

And maybe, just maybe, it wasn’t just a hoodie after all.

That dinner had stirred something in you. Maybe it was the way Jungkook had handed you his hoodie without hesitation or the bubble gum scent on it. Whatever it was, the feelings swirling inside you.

SEVEN YEARS AGO…

It all started at one of Minho’s infamous parties. The room was crowded, music pumping, and you tried your best to enjoy yourself but the thought of being there just because you were Minho's sister made you cringe. That was until you saw Jungkook laughing in the corner with his friends. He had got back from Seoul a few days ago because his company gave him some free days.

Your chest tightened as you saw him. It was impossible to ignore how Jungkook’s carefree laughter carried across the room, pulling you into a spiral of softness. You retreated to the kitchen, determined to drown your emotions in a cup of punch. That’s where Juwon found you, one of your brother's friends.

"Stop pouting," he teased, ruffling your hair. "What’s wrong, kid?"

You shrink at the thought of being called a "kid". "I’m not a kid," you snapped, pulling away. "And nothing’s wrong."

Juwon didn’t believe you, but before he could pry further, Jungkook walked in. His sharp jawline, dark eyes, and smirk made your heart skip a beat.

"Juwon-ah," Jungkook greeted casually before his gaze flicked to you. "What’s with the long face? Did someone steal your crayons?"

Your jaw tightened, and Juwon chuckled. "She’s sulking about something. Probably got dumped." You glared at him, but Jungkook’s smirk only widened.

"Dumped?" Jungkook tilted his head mockingly. "You’d have to date someone for that to happen, kid."

That was the last straw.

"Stop, I’m not a kid!" you snapped, slamming your cup onto the counter. "I’m not some little girl you can just mock whenever you feel like it, Jungkook!"

The room went silent, tension crackling between you. Jungkook’s smirk faltered, replaced by something unreadable. Juwon shifted uncomfortably, sensing he’d made a mistake by staying.

"Alright..." Juwon muttered. "I’m leaving you two to... whatever this is." When he left, Jungkook leaned against the counter, his eyes narrowing as he studied you.

"You’re really something, aren’t you?" he said, his voice low. "Always so desperate to prove yourself. What are you trying to prove this time? That you’re all grown up?"

You felt the sting of his words but refused to back down.

His jaw tightened, and for a moment, you thought he might actually apologize. Instead, he muttered, "You’re too young to understand."

"Stop using that excuse!" you shot back. "I’m not a kid anymore, and you don’t get to decide how I feel!" The argument hung in the air like a storm ready to break. Jungkook opened his mouth to respond but closed it again, his expression darkened immediately. He went closer to you, his height suddenly making the space between you feel even smaller.

“Are you kidding right now?” he asked, his tone cold. Your noses were almost touching.

Your heart sank and you closed your eyes. “I… I just want to be serious. For once.”

“Serious?” His voice rose, sharp and cutting. “Kid, you'll never be.”

The words hit you like a slap. You blinked rapidly, trying to process the sudden shift in his demeanour.

“I don’t need this,” he continued, his frustration spilling out. “I don’t need you trying to play house or whatever weird crush you’ve got going on. Stop wasting your time on me. You’re just a little kid.”

Your chest tightened the sting of his words bringing tears to your eyes.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, your voice trembling. The cup you were holding was long forgotten.

"You’re... impossible, stubborn, and way too good for someone like me." Your breath hitched as his hand brushed against yours.

"Kook..."

He pulled back suddenly, as if afraid of what might happen next. "We can’t," he muttered, more to himself than to you. But before he could walk away, you grabbed his wrist.

"You’re an idiot," you said, tears pricking your eyes. "But if you walk away now, you’re proving me right."

Jungkook froze, his expression conflicted. Then, in one swift motion, he closed the distance between you, his lips crashing onto yours. He began to kiss you, gently biting on your lower lip trying to make you open your mouth. You had never, in your whole life, thought Jungkook would be kissing you.

The kiss was messy, desperate, and everything you’d imagined it would be. One hand on your waist gripping you tightly, rubbing circles with his thumb as his other hand is gently holding the side of your face.

Jungkook began to press kisses along the length of your neck, stopping just above your jawline.

“That feels nice,” you blushed.

He chuckled as he leant in towards you, brushing his hand against your cheek. When he pulled away, his forehead rested against yours, his voice shaky.

“We can’t… You know we can’t.”

Once again, his eyes travelled to your lips but before he could kiss you he turned quickly, rushing back into the living room before you broke down completely.

Or so he thought. That was the first time Jeon Jungkook kissed you.

That night, sitting alone in your room with tear-streaked cheeks and a heart that felt both shattered and strangely free, you made a decision: it was time to focus on yourself.

Becoming an idol had always been your dream. You remembered the exact moment you decided this was what you wanted—a moment of clarity during a school talent show when the cheers of the crowd and the spotlight on you felt like home.

But dreaming of something and pursuing it were two entirely different things.

When you told your family you wanted to audition, they smiled indulgently, thinking it was a phase. Your brother, ever protective, had scoffed, telling you to "be realistic." Jungkook, who was still part of your life, had smirked and asked, "Are you trying to be me? Do you even know how hard life my is?"

And he was right.

Auditioning for agencies was gruelling. There were days when you faced rejection after rejection, each one feeling like a crack in the foundation of your confidence. You’d wake up at 5 a.m. for practice sessions, juggling school, part-time jobs, and long hours of singing and dancing in a cramped studio. Every week, you had to convince yourself to keep going when everything in you screamed to quit.

The hardest part, though, wasn’t the physical exhaustion—it was the emotional toll.

Friendships began to slip away, you missed birthdays, family dinners, and countless moments that made your hometown feel like home. Moving to Seoul for training was bittersweet. You were chasing your dream, but it felt like leaving behind pieces of yourself.

Training wasn’t glamorous, either. There were days when your trainers yelled at you for missing a note or a beat, and you’d spend nights in the dorm crying into your pillow, wondering if you’d ever be good enough. Some trainees around you gave up, packing their bags and leaving without a word. But you stayed because deep down, you knew this was what you were meant to do.

And then, one day, after years of relentless hard work, you got a call from BigHit. You had been selected to debut. You and the four other girls you’d grown close to over endless practice hours were going to be idols.

But with gaining fame came him.

Jungkook had debuted first, of course, with BTS. And every time you crossed paths at the company, at award shows or music programs, he made it clear he wasn’t thrilled about it.

It was a surreal moment as you and your group—Mimi, Sky, Nari, and Yunjin—stepped into the large studio for the BigHit family photoshoot. The air buzzed with energy as staff members rushed to set up lighting and cameras. You were dressed in coordinating white outfits, your makeup and hair perfected to the last detail, but none of it stopped the nervous flutter in your stomach.

The nerves only intensified when you saw BTS already gathered near the set, their laughter and chatter filling the room. It wasn’t the first time you’d seen them; in fact, you’d met the members long before they became global sensations, back when Jungkook was still a trainee.

Taehyung and Jin had always been the most welcoming, making an effort to befriend you during those early, uncertain days of training. You had countless memories of Taehyung showing you silly tricks to lighten your mood and Jin bringing snacks to share after practice sessions. Even now, they greeted you with warm smiles, as if no time had passed at all.

Taehyung waved enthusiastically as you approached. "Look at you! All grown up now."

You laughed, cheeks flushing. "And you haven’t changed a bit, Tae."

But the moment your eyes landed on Jungkook, your breath hitched. He stood near the backdrop, hands tucked in his pockets, looking impossibly good in his fitted suit. His gaze met yours briefly, and he gave a small nod, his expression unreadable.

You had seen him a few weeks ago at a family lunch back in Busan, but every encounter still carried a weight you couldn’t quite shake.

"Alright, everyone!" The photographer clapped his hands, gathering everyone’s attention. "We’re starting with the full group shots. BTS and our newest girl group, together."

Your heart sank. You weren’t sure you could survive being this close to Jungkook, especially under the teasing gaze of your members and his.

As the groups began to arrange themselves, chaos ensued. Jin insisted on being in the middle, Taehyung joked about needing his best angle, and your leader, Mimi, declared she wouldn’t stand anywhere near Namjoon because he was too tall. Amid the commotion, you somehow ended up right next to Jungkook.

You tried not to panic as you felt his body press against your back in the cramped arrangement, and you swore you could feel the heat radiating off him.

"Y/N," Sky whispered, barely containing her laughter. "You’re blushing."

"Shut up," you hissed back, but your cheeks betrayed you, turning even redder.

"Look at them," Jimin teased loudly, his voice drawing everyone’s attention. "Our maknaes! Should we make room for you two?"

"Jimin," you groaned, burying your face in your hands.

Sky and Nari joined in, giggling as they exchanged knowing looks with BTS’s members. Even Yoongi couldn’t resist chiming in. "Let’s make a maknae photo. Everyone else, move aside!"

The teasing only worsened as the photographer tried to get everyone to focus. Jungkook remained quiet through it all, his expression unreadable, but you were hyper-aware of his proximity.

After what felt like an eternity, he finally spoke.

"Enough," Jungkook said, his voice firm but not harsh. The room fell silent, and all eyes turned to him.

He looked down at you, his expression softening. "Let’s just take the photo, okay?"

You nodded, too flustered to say anything. The teasing subsided after that, and the rest of the shoot went smoothly, though you couldn’t stop your heart from racing every time Jungkook shifted beside you.

As the session wrapped up, Taehyung leaned over and whispered in your ear, "He still cares, you know."

You didn’t respond, but the lingering warmth of Jungkook’s presence and the memory of his quiet defence stayed with you long after the photoshoot ended.

The photoshoot felt like a blur in your memory, but one moment lingered vividly—Jungkook standing beside you, his quiet presence both overwhelming and grounding. When he had stepped in to silence the teasing, you’d felt a warmth you couldn’t explain. It wasn’t just his defence but the softness in his eyes, the unspoken understanding that had stayed with you.

Since then, things between you have been… complicated. Jungkook was still distant most of the time, his words often cold, but there were cracks in his armour. Small, fleeting moments where his gaze softened or his words carried a hint of something deeper.

Now, backstage at the award show, the weight of his presence pressed on you like a phantom. You hadn’t exchanged more than a glance, but his impact lingered, just like it always did.

“Okay, so who’s the most nervous?” Nari teased, trying to break the tension as your group sat in a quiet corner.

“Not me,” Sky declared, though her knuckles were white around her water bottle.

“What about our maknae?” Mimi leaned closer to you. “You’ve been off all morning. Thinking about Jungkook again?”

You groaned, rolling your eyes as the others giggled. “I’m not,” you lied, though the heat rising to your cheeks betrayed you.

“You totally are,” Yunjin added, poking your side. “He’s got you all flustered, and he hasn’t even spoken to you yet.”

Before you could respond, Taehyung and Jin appeared, their easy smiles immediately lightening the mood.

“Ladies, looking stunning as always,” Taehyung greeted, his tone playful as ever.

Jin offered his signature kind smile. “Nervous? Don’t be. You’ll do great.”

Their presence was a welcome distraction, and you couldn’t help but laugh when Taehyung dramatically declared, “We’re here to protect you from Jungkook’s glaring.”

But the laughter was short-lived. Across the room, Jungkook leaned against the wall, his sharp gaze fixed on you. When Jin ruffled your hair, earning a bright laugh from you, Jungkook’s jaw tightened.

You swallowed the lump in your throat, forcing yourself to focus on the performance ahead. But just as you steadied yourself, he approached the group.

“Hey,” Jungkook called softly.

Everyone turned, surprised to see him standing next to you, his expression unreadable but his tone lacking its usual sharpness. He grabbed your wrist and pulled you inside your group's dressing room.

“Don’t let me ruin this for you,” he said, his voice so low you could bearly hear him. “You’re… good at this. Just do your thing.”

It wasn’t an apology for everything he had done, but it was something.

Your eyes searched his, looking for any trace of malice, but all you found was a flicker of uncertainty. For the first time in what felt like forever, his walls seemed to lower, if only slightly.

“Thanks,” you said quietly, unsure of what else to say.

As he walked out, Yunjin sidled up beside you, a knowing grin on her face. “What did Jungkook say?”

“Nothing important,” you lied, though your heart told a different story.

“Sure,” she teased.

The words stayed with you as you stepped onto the stage, ready to perform. Maybe Jungkook wasn’t the same boy you’d once known, but beneath the cold exterior, there was still something there. Something worth holding onto.

The night of your group’s single release party was supposed to be a celebration. The venue buzzed with excitement, filled with industry friends, labelmates, and staff. Your group were the stars of the evening, basking in the glow of your latest success. You’d worked tirelessly for months, and now, you deserved to let loose.

You flitted around the party, sharing laughs, clinking glasses, and posing for photos with everyone who came to congratulate you. But a familiar tension brewed in your chest, one you tried to ignore as much as you could.

It didn’t help when Jungkook and his members arrived.

You didn't expect him to come, even though he’d been the first on your personal list. Yet there he was, standing near the bar in a sleek dark outfit, grey jeans and a black oversized t-shirt that fitted him nicely. His gaze found yours almost instantly, but he didn’t approach. Instead, he stayed rooted in place, sipping his drink and chatting casually with Hoseok.

“Babes,” Sky called, tugging you out of your thoughts. “You good?”

“Yeah,” you lied, forcing a smile. “I’m fine.”

But the truth was, Jungkook’s presence threw you off. The history between you—complicated and unresolved—lingered like an unspoken storm. His quiet indifference always hurt more than it should have.

As the night wore on, you avoided him, focusing instead on celebrating with your group. You danced, laughed, and tried to push him out of your mind. But when you stepped outside for a moment of air, the cool breeze hit you, and so did the realization that he’d followed you.

“Couldn’t even last the whole party?” Jungkook’s voice carried a teasing edge, but there was a hesitation in his tone.

You scoffed, not turning to face him. “Why are you here, Jungkook?”

“To congratulate you,” he said, stepping closer. “Big night for you and the girls.”

You turned to find him standing a few feet away, hands tucked into his pockets. “Funny,” you muttered. “Didn’t think you cared.”

“I care,” Jungkook stepped closer, his gaze searching yours. “You’ve been avoiding me since the backstage moment.”

You laughed bitterly. “And you’ve been ignoring me for years. Why do you care now?”

His jaw tightened, and for a moment, neither of you spoke. The tension was palpable, years of unresolved feelings bubbling to the surface.

“I don’t ignore you, kid.” He said finally, his voice quieter.

“Could’ve fooled me,” you shot back, crossing your arms. “Every time I try to talk to you, you shut me out. Every time I think we’re okay, you push me away again.”

His gaze dropped to the ground, and for a moment, he looked almost guilty. “It’s not that simple.”

“Then make it simple,” you pressed, the frustration you’d bottled up for so long finally spilling out. “If you don’t want me in your life, just say so. Stop playing this game, Jungkook. I’m tired.”

His head snapped up, eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that made your breath catch. “Kid... I never wanted you out of my life.”

“Stop calling me 'kid'” you demanded, your voice breaking. “Why do you act like I don’t matter?”

“You matter,” he said, stepping closer. “You matter so much it scares the hell out of me.”

The admission hung in the air, heavy and raw. Your heart pounded as he closed the distance between you, his hand reaching up to brush a strand of hair from your face. You pulled away, tears brimming in your eyes.

“This doesn’t fix anything,” you whispered, your voice shaking.

“I know,” he said, his forehead resting against yours. “But I don’t know how to let you go.”

You stepped back, creating space between you. “You need to figure it out, Jungkook. Because I can’t keep doing this.”

The pain in his eyes mirrored your own, but neither of you said another word. You turned and walked back into the party, leaving him alone in the cold night.

"Let me take you home," he said. His tone was strong, not what you were used to. Still, the ride to your flat was silent, you sitting in the front with Jungkook while faint music played on the radio.

Jungkook’s jaw clenched, his knuckles turning white. “Did you really think you mean nothing to me?” You could only sob again, unable to answer him mainly because you were ashamed. When the car stopped, he unbuckled his seat belt and murmured that he would walk you to your door.

Jungkook rocked on his heels as he watched the moonlight highlight the tear-stained cheeks of his best friend's sister. He thought you looked beautiful that night even though you had been crying for the last half hour, your hair hadn't been brushed, and you were digging through your purse like crazy.

Although he would never admit it.

"I got them!" You laughed, waving your keys in the air before bumping your nose with the keychain. You paused as you pushed the key into the door, turning to look Jungkook in the eye for the first time since the party.

"Thank you," he didn't want to hear it. After all, you were just his best friend’s sister.

"It's no big deal."

After a moment, you dropped your bag to the floor and wrapped your arms around the boy's waist, your head resting on his chest as he quickly moved his hand and rubbed your back. He whispered, his chin resting on the top of your head.

"Goodnight."

It’s been two months since the party. When your mom first suggested a getaway, you thought it was the perfect idea to forget Jungkook’s situation. “You’ve been working too hard,” she had said over the phone, her voice tinged with concern. “A little break will do you good. Sunshine, good food, some family time—it’s exactly what you need.”

You’d been reluctant at first. The idea of slowing down felt foreign when your life had been moving at a breakneck pace for so long. But your mom’s persistence—and your own exhaustion—eventually won you over.

“We’ve already rented a villa by the beach,” she added, excitement in her tone. “Oh, and the Jeons will be joining us. It’ll be like the old days!”

The Jeons. You hadn’t heard that name in a while, but the memory of warm summer evenings spent with Jungkook’s family hit you like a wave. Your stomach sank as you considered the possibility of seeing him again.

“Do you mean the whole Jeon family?” you had asked hesitantly, trying to gauge just how much of a challenge this ‘relaxing’ trip would be.

“Of course!” your mom said brightly. “It’s been so long since we’ve all gotten together.”

You hadn’t been able to come up with a convincing excuse to avoid the trip, so you packed your bags, hoping the villa would be big enough to keep a comfortable distance between you and Jungkook.

But the moment you stepped onto the patio of the villa, you knew that hope was futile. He was there, leaning against the railing, staring out at the ocean like he belonged there. And when he turned and saw you, the atmosphere immediately shifted.

His dark eyes narrowed, his lips pressing into a thin line. You felt his gaze move over you briefly before he turned away, as if dismissing you altogether.

Your brother’s voice broke the tension. “Surprise! Kook managed to clean his schedule.”

You forced a smile, swallowing the lump in your throat. “Great,” you said, your voice flat.

“Hey kid,” he smirked.

“I’m not a kid!” You wanted to scream for help.

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arminsumi · 1 year ago

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HE'S GOT A RING ON HIS FINGER

GOJO さとる + fem!reader

A married dilf Gojo wants you to have his babies! He might not be married for much longer though

Warnings : 🔞 minors do not read/interact : smut/18+ content : infidelity, dilf!Gojo, cheating kink, reader cheating on bf, breeding kink, unprotected sex, daddy kink, dirty talk

Gojo Satoru has a ring on his finger.

You're reminded of all the shit his wife has said to you when you feel the cool metal of his ring against your skin... as he's pinning your wrists together above your head and stuffing his nasty, cheating cock into you from behind while his wife is god knows where and his kids are at a friend's sleepover.

His friends like you. His kids like you. His marriage is falling apart. Gojo wants to have another baby but his wife doesn't, and he happened to come across you — who has a filthy breeding kink, who he met at some soccer event long ago and now has snaked into his home to become a close family friend.

"Y'know my kids love it when you visit. Wanna be their mommy? Yeah? How about you gimme 'nother one... let me knock you up." and he's saying this before he's inside you, his words turn filthier when his fat cock is getting milked by your pussy.

His cockhead is stroking at your G-spot when he says, "Please... jus'... j-jus' take my fucking seed like a good girl, yeah? Let me get that cheatin' pussy pregnant."

He grunts and keeps pounding away at your cunt like he's a starved man, while you're babbling about how good it feels but at the same time he needs to hurry up, because your boyfriend is texting you asking where the hell you are.

So he grabs your phone and tosses it out of sight so you can't see your boy's notifications anymore. It pissed Gojo off, how dare he interrupt you and him? How dare you bother returning to him when you know no one fills your pussy quite like a man who's already fucked babies into another one. As if your boyfriend could compete.

Gojo's face turns sour, he glares at the place where you two connect; your sloppy, squelching little pussy. He's got that kitty creaming and freaking out on his cock.

"You know your boyfriend could never fuck you like I do... you n-need an older man to treat you right, don't you? F-fuck... ah, god baby you're squeezing my cock so perfectly... you're gonna milk out my cum. Fuck. Stay right there and let me fill you. You want daddies babies, don't you? Tell me... tell me you want it. Tell me you want my babies."

As if you could squirm when he's fucked you out on his bed for well over two hours now.

All he needs to tip over the edge is for you to say, "Yes daddy! Gimme your babies!"

And then he's groaning loudly, rolling his eyes back and feeling his whole body shudder as he dumps a fat, sticky load of baby batter deep inside your quivering hole. He stuffs himself as deep as he possibly can so that you feel every inch of that nasty, cheating cock. The skin at the base wrinkles up as his balls squish against your clit.

He's heaving and panting and gasping with you. You're thinking about how his cock is so much bigger than your boyfriend's, and he's thinking about how much tighter your pussy is than his wife's.

Gojo's gone silent, smirkingly admiring how good you look with that afterglow on your face. He's imagining how you'll look with that pregnancy glow one day.

You're gonna look so pretty when you're pregnant with my kids.

He slides his cock out, kisses your shoulder and massages your numb legs.

Gojo's phone goes off, and you ask who it is. He takes one look at the caller ID, and a look at his seed bubbling and spilling out your pussy hole, and says;

"Oh. It's just my future ex-wife."

I do not permit the copying/reposting/translation/plagiarism of my works. Do not steal what I've worked hard to create.

This is fictional work.

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obsesssedblerd · 6 months ago

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"Who's your new teacher?" Part 4

Synopsis: You run into Toji at the store, who had plans to buy the exact same gift for Megumi.

Pairing: single dad! toji x f! reader

Contains: So much fluff, both reader and toji are obviously crushing on each other, megumi is four, tsumiki is seven, reader is a preschool teacher, reader and toji are around the same age, megumi and tsumiki being absolutely adorable, shiu kong is toji’s friend, everyone is happy bc i said so

part one, part two, part three

a/n: and here's part four! barely proofread. sorry for mistakes!

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Every time you see him, your heart flutters stupidly in your chest, and you feel as if you’re glowing from within. Without even knowing, your mouth curves upward until you’re grinning excitedly. Toji Fushiguro is also smiling, his dark eyes as soft as ever.

“Hi, Toji.”

“Hey, doll.”

“Helloooooo?!” Shiu practically screams from over the phone, and Toji rolls his eyes as he asks, “did you find the damn toy?!”

“Even better,” Toji says. “I’ll call you back.”

Once he hangs up the phone, Toji steps closer to you, pointing towards the toy you’re clutching tightly in your hands. “Were you… Were you planning to buy that for Megs?”

“Yeah.” You nod, suddenly timid. “Um, was that a problem? I hope I’m not crossing any lines or anything like that. It’s just- he looked so scared for his appointment, and once I saw that this dropped in, I knew it would be—”

“I’m not upset. No, it’s just…” Toji trails off, and you raise a brow at the shocked expression on his face. “That toy is expensive.”

“It’s for Gumi,” you say, smiling fondly when you think about the shy, spiky-haired boy in your class who loves dogs, coloring pictures of flowers and telling you stories about his family. “He’s worth it.”

When Toji smiles again, it’s warm, full of gratitude, and so lovely that you feel your heart stutter in your chest again. “Thank you, that’s so sweet. He’ll love it,” he says, and then places his hand on your shoulder. “However, I can’t let you buy that. It’s too much money.”

“No, please. Let me. I can cover it.”

“Let me cover it,” he says. “You can still be the one to gift it to him, but please just let me buy it. I know from Shiu that teachers usually have to buy so much on their own.”

It was true. Crayons, markers, pencils, class decorations, picture books and anything else to make your students happy usually fell on your shoulders. Then, there was rent, groceries, and other expensive bills that kept you up at night sometimes. However, your stress temporarily fades away when you spend time with the children at the pre-school you work at, especially Megumi Fushiguro. Even better during those afternoons when you talk with Toji.

“Alright, fine,” you say, and you hold up a single finger. “One condition: You at least let me buy Tsumiki’s doll.”

He raises a brow. “Which doll?”

Since you both are in the aisle that stores toys for young girls, you’re able to point to the one you had your eye on. The smiling doll was a soccer player, her dark hair styled in a high ponytail—the same way Tsumiki usually styles her hair. The doll wore a jersey, cleats, and shin guards, and the set also came with a miniature soccer ball, water bottle and sports headband for the doll. “I was going to give this one to her after her soccer match.”

You look back at Toji to see him staring at you in disbelief, and before you can ask him why, he tells you, “I seriously can’t believe that we both ended up at the same store getting ready to buy the same two toys.”

“Wow, really?”

“Yeah,” he chuckles as he grabs the doll for Tsumiki off of the shelf, then starts walking with you towards the front of the store to check out. “I had it in mind at Megumi’s appointment.”

“How was that, by the way?” You ask.

Toji pulls out his phone and scrolls for a few seconds before showing you a picture. Megumi and Tsumiki were standing outside of the doctor’s office with matching stickers on their t-shirts, happily enjoying their candy. “He did great. His sister held his hand to keep him calm throughout the checkout, and it worked. Proud of her for keeping it together, too. She only had to call one person a ‘stupid head’ today because he told him that boys shouldn’t cry.”

You snicker, “Oh, my gosh, ‘stupid head’?? Cute picture, also. They’re so precious.”

“Mhm,” He looks down, shaking his head with a bashful smile. “She actually means dumbass.”

“Oh, does she, now? I assume there’s a story behind that?”

He hums, taking a few seconds to think before beginning to explain. “Couple years ago. She was five. Megumi was just about to turn two. I was driving them to the store, and this guy cut me off. I shouted, ‘watch where you’re going, dumbass’ and she repeated after me.” When you make eye contact with each other, you both laugh. “Shiu nearly pissed himself,” he says, “I was laughing so hard that I had to pull over. Finally, we explained to her that dumbass is a bad word, and that she had to say something different. So, she settled on ‘stupid head.” It’s so simple, but it nearly kills Shiu and I because we know what she actually wants to say.”

“That’s incredible,” you say, standing with him in the checkout line. “And I’m happy she called that guy out at the appointment today. She’s so protective of her little brother. I love it.”

You’re about to put the plushie onto the conveyor belt, but Toji gently grabs it from you, placing both it and the doll on there. You look at him. “Toji, I—”

“I meant it earlier when I said that I can’t let you buy this because of how pricey it is. Since you got here first and spent so much time looking for the dog plushie, you’re still going to be the one to give both of these to them,” he says softly. “But just knowing that you were willing to spend this much money for Megs and Tsumiki when you one hundred percent didn’t have to mean so damn much to me. Thank you. Not just for being an amazing teacher, but also for being a wonderful human being.”

Oh, he’s so sweet.

There’s so much you want to say, but you know that you can’t say too much—at least, not yet. So you go for the first and most important. “You’re an incredible father. They love you so much.”

He smiles and nods his thanks, then pays for the two items before handing you the bag. As you two leave the store, he offers to walk you to your car, and you accept. “You’re right,” you mutter to him. “Teachers don’t make a lot, but we always make do with what we have. One day, I’ll have the classroom of my dreams.” You declare, suddenly determined. “It’s what the kids deserve. Also, I want you to know that even if I was struggling a little bit after buying those toys, I would’ve never regretted buying them for Megumi and Tsumiki. They’re such good kids.”

“I know,” Toji says. “Not once did I think that you’d regret it. You’ve only ever been sweet to them.” When he sees that it’s beginning to get dark, he gently taps your car. “You should get home and get some rest. I can tell that you’ve been trying to hunt that dog plushie down for a while. Also,” he stops and exhales, and you wonder what he’s thinking. A light shade of pink dusts his cheeks, and it reminds you of him in Megumi’s drawing.

“I want to see you more,” he finally tells you. “Outside of work, I mean. I was thinking that maybe we can grab dinner some time?”

“Yes.” It’s impossible to hide your smile. How could you? “I’d love to.”

He carefully grasps your hand, then brings it to his mouth, placing a light kiss on the back of it. It’s a sweet gesture, but you feel like you’re about to catch fire and then melt into the ground. “I’ll see you tomorrow,” he purrs. “And I’ll text you plans about the date.”

Date. Date.

“Okay,” you manage to reply when you find your voice. “I’ll see you tomorrow. Sleep well!” You get into your car, wave him off once more, then drive off, unable to control your excitement.

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As Toji watches your car leave the store’s parking lot, he’s already calling Shiu, a new idea beginning to take shape in his mind.

“Are you done flirting?” Shiu answers with a huff. “The kids were wondering where you went.”

“Sorry about that. I’m on my way now. Quick question though: That job that took me less than an hour to complete. What was the payout for that one again?”

“Eight thousand, why?”

Perfect. “Put half of it aside.”

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“What’s this?” Megumi asks when you place the wrapped gift box in front of him, looking up at you and Toji with large, curious eyes.

The three of you are in your classroom a little earlier than usual, since you wanted to give Megumi his present before the other students arrived. Toji didn’t mind since he also wanted to see his reaction.

“A present that Ms. [Y/L/N] got you,” Toji answers as he pats his head. “Go ahead and open it.”

Like with everything else, Megumi takes his time opening the gift; delicately undoing the knot in the bow and wrapping the gift paper starting from the edges. When he sees the new plushie, the kid gasps, then screams in joy.

“No way!” He holds up his usual black dog plushie next to the new white one, tears of happiness rising to his eyes. “Now they’re together!” He gently puts the toy down, then runs into your arms, squeezing you as tight as he can. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!!”

“Aw, of course, sweetheart!” You laugh as you hug him in return. “I’m so proud of you for getting through your appointment. You did such a good job.”

As you praise him, Toji notes that Megumi still hasn’t released you yet. It was the longest he’s ever seen him hug anyone that wasn’t him or Tsumiki. His previous preschool teacher told him in the past that Megumi was too closed off, and that his refusal to talk to anyone would cause so many issues in the future. At first, Toji was worried, but now that he has seen how he is with you, even after such a short amount of time, he just knew that it was because Megumi didn’t trust his other teacher.

But he really, really trusted you. Loved you, even.

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dandelion-roots · 2 months ago

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[ID: a series of drawings featuring Riz Gukgak from D20 Fantasy High. In the first, Pok holds Riz's shoulders in heaven as says, smiling, when you work until the dead of night, your friends know you do it because you love them. In the second, Riz is having a group hug with his party and the text reads, but is it really love that drives you, Riz Gukgak... In the next, a desperate, pleading Riz clutches the shoulder of an indifferent, faceless person and the text continues, ...or is it fear? In the fourth, Riz is younger and digging through crystals with bleeding hands; the text reads, what use are you when you can no longer dig. In the fifth, Kalina, shrouded in darkness with only her eyes glowing, reaches towards the camera with a smile; the text reads, when you're too scared to think. Sixth, Riz is filling out Fig and Kristen's papers under the light of a lamp, serious and tired; the text reads, when you're too tired to work. Seventh, Riz is lying in bed, eyes hidden behind hair, hand on his father's picture; the text reads, too sad to keep the mood up. Eighth, Baron stares into the camera; the text reads, too lonely, too insecure, too weird. Ninth, Baron is holding a defeated Riz by the throat; the text reads, to keep moving? Tenth, Riz is standing in the distance, holding his briefcase, and behind him is a football/soccer ball; the text reads, what use is a ball that can no longer roll? The last drawing just says none in brackets on a dark background. End ID]

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mindmelter · 9 days ago

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A Body Stealer Tale: Magic Hands

People looked at me oddly, questioning why I wore black gloves at the beach. I assure you there's a good reason for it. My hands are just too powerful, they can accomplish almost anything I desire. It was a gift I was born with. Wearing gloves would block the power so I wouldn't use it by accident.

Just like now, the weather was becoming cold and the sky grey. So I took off one of my gloves, and with a simple wave of my hand, the weather became sunny and perfect for a beach day.

After a while, the beach started to get more crowded, and that was when I noticed this group of guys playing soccer on the sand. One of them caught my attention the most. He was an absolute hunk in white speedos, his muscles glistened with sweat as he showed off his soccer skills by doing kick-ups. He was exactly my type of man.

I took off my right glove and snapped my fingers, and just like that, everything and everyone around me stopped in time. The distant sounds of conversations and the sounds of waves ceased.

Everything became dead silent.

I walked towards the frozen hunk, he was about to kick the ball, and the ball was frozen mid-air. I casually pushed the ball out of the way and stood in front of him to give the hunk a closer inspection. I just had to cup a feel of that body before wearing him. So I took off my left glove, and gently caressed his muscular sweaty chest. I pinched his nipples a little and even twisted them—I knew I would feel that later.

My hand slowly moved down towards his white speedos and found its way inside. I grabbed his shaft and pulled his huge dick out. He was very well hung, 8 Inches soft I would say. I kneeled right there on the sand and started to suck him off. His cock and balls were musky, which only added to the flavor. It was hot to suck this frozen hunk right in front of his friends. He became hard inside my mouth in less than a minute.

Though he wasn't aware, his body still responded to sexual stimulation. However, he couldn't climax in this state, so his body kept accumulating sexual energy. I continued sucking and pleasuring this frozen hunk's body until I was certain he had stored a lot of sexual energy, just waiting to be released."

I stood up and walked behind him. I then concentrated and pressed the tip of my index finger on his nape, a faint glow formed at the part I was touching his nape—a clear sign my power was working. I then slowly ran my finger down his spine, until I reached his coccyx. Leaving a glowing opening right where I ran my finger.

I then started pulling open his back like a suit. Inside him, you would expect to be dark and hollow, but there was only a bright light inside of him. I pulled open his back until there was enough space for me to step inside. First, I inserted my legs inside his, then I put on his upper body, and for last, I put his face on.

As soon as his face slid into place over mine, I felt the opening on his back sealing and that's when I suddenly was hit by a strong wave of sexual pleasure—All the pleasure I gave his body while he was frozen resumed as soon as the body-stealing process finished.

I let out a deep baritone moan as my knees weakened and my new huge hard cock started spurting cum at the sand. This was my favorite trick, nothing like experiencing orgasm in a different body.

I looked down at my huge cock still pulsating and shooting its last drops of cum. At last, I pulled his white speedos back up and snapped my fingers, resuming time. The soccer ball fell to the sand and his friends looked confused at me, expecting me to kick the ball to them.

"Sorry guys, I think I'm just going to relax a little. See you guys later." I put my sunglasses on and walked to the beach chair I was lying before. As I relaxed on the chair, I allowed my new tattooed hands to explore my new muscles. My nipples were aching but that didn't stop me from playing with them. This guy had sensitive nipples, so I couldn't help but moan.

People started to give me weird looks. I guess it was weird for a man to be moaning while playing with his nipples in public. So I made a gesture with my hand, making everyone at the beach ignore me and think I wasn't doing anything wrong.

Now that I had some privacy, I began exploring my new body in earnest. I pulled off the white speedos and stroked my huge shaft, moaning like a madman while no one batted an eye.

There was nothing like a relaxing day at the beach.

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hoshifighting · 1 year ago

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Soccer Player! Reader, Soccer Player! Jeonghan - Enemies to Lovers

— Synopsis: Once inseparable childhood friends, their bond takes an unexpected turn when you start dating in middle school. Jeonghan's behavior becomes increasingly erratic, transforming him from a supportive friend to a constant source of annoyance. Now, in college, the tables turn, but Jeonghan remains a delightful pain in the ass as old flames are rekindled in the midst of playful banter and undeniable attraction. — WC: 6.6k — WARNINGS: smut, reader get pissed asf and beat Jeonghan's ass, unprotected sex, chocking, hair pulling, mentions of violence and aggression, oral (f. receiving), clit stimulation, finger sucking and etc.

In the sprawling grounds of your childhood, Jeonghan and you were inseparable. You spent endless afternoons kicking a worn-out soccer ball around, dreaming of the day you'd play together on the same team. You'd laugh, plan silly pranks, and talk about everything under the sun. But things changed when you started dating someone in middle school.

It was innocent, a fluttering crush that led to hand-holding and stolen glances. It wasn't meant to come between Jeonghan and you, but it did. Suddenly, his jokes turned sharper, the shoulder bumps felt like intentional jabs, and he even started bending the rules during games at frat parties. It felt like he was retaliating for your decision, and you couldn't understand why.

Confused and hurt by the sudden change, you distanced yourself from Jeonghan, and the friendship that had weathered the storms of childhood slowly faded away. The once inseparable duo became strangers, and you never got a chance to ask him what went wrong.

Years later, in the hallowed halls of college, your paths crossed again. Both of you were now dedicated athletes, pursuing your passion for soccer at the collegiate level. Your common friends couldn't help but notice the peculiar dynamic between you and Jeonghan. They often questioned why he treated you the way he did.

The setting sun cast long shadows across the soccer field as you and your friends left the practice session, laughter and banter filling the air. The atmosphere was light, and the camaraderie among teammates was palpable. Little did you know, the calm before the storm was just around the corner.

As you approached the locker room, still basking in the post-practice glow, you suddenly stumbled over someone's soccer cleats. Before you could hit the ground, Seungkwan, one of Jeonghan's friends, swiftly caught you, preventing a potential fall. Confused, you looked around and noticed Jeonghan standing nearby, a sly smirk playing on his lips.

The exchange didn't go unnoticed by your friends and Jeonghan's group. They exchanged glances, the air growing thick with tension. Jeonghan's friends raised questioning eyebrows, seemingly as surprised as your friends.

"Hey, Y/N, you okay?" Seungkwan asked, concern evident in his eyes.

"Yeah, thanks to you," you replied, shooting a pointed look at Jeonghan, who was pretending to be innocent.

Your friends and Jeonghan's friends exchanged puzzled glances, sensing an underlying tension. "What's going on here?" one of your friends asked, breaking the awkward silence.

Before you could respond, another friend chimed in, "And why did Jeonghan just let you stumble like that? Is he okay?"

Jeonghan's friends looked at him, awaiting an explanation. Your friends, on the other hand, turned to you, expecting some clarification.

You took a deep breath, trying to contain your frustration. "I have no idea what's going on with Jeonghan," you said, shooting him a piercing glare. "But it's clear he's up to something, and I'm not in the mood for his games."

Jeonghan feigned innocence, a playful smile still on his face. "Games? Who, me? Nah, I was just standing here minding my own business," he said, shrugging.

Your jaw clenched as you fought the urge to respond. Instead, you turned away, leaving your friends behind, both groups noting the storm brewing within you. The air was thick with tension as you walked away, the unspoken question lingering in the minds of your friends and Jeonghan's group.

The locker room buzzed with excitement as you and your friends prepared for Soonyoung's party. The air was thick with hairspray and the lingering scent of sweat from the day's soccer practice. You sat on the bench, applying moisturizer to your tired legs, the cool cream a welcome relief after a rigorous workout. The dress you had chosen for the evening hung on the nearby hook, and you adjusted its hem, ensuring it fell just right.

As you meticulously prepared for the night ahead, your mind wandered back to Jeonghan's recent antics. A frown creased your forehead, and you let out an exasperated sigh. "I can't believe he pulled that stunt again. What's his problem?" you muttered, your frustration evident in your voice.

Your friend, sitting beside you, glanced up from her own makeup routine. "Jeonghan? What did he do now?" she asked, concern etching her features.

You rolled your eyes, recounting the incident with Seungkwan catching you and Jeonghan's apparent amusement. "He's just being his usual self—playing silly games and trying to get under my skin. It's like he's on a mission to annoy me today," you grumbled, the irritation evident in your tone.

Your friend sighed, setting down her makeup to focus on you. "You know how he is. Don't let him ruin your mood. It's Soonyoung's party, and we're here to have fun," she said, offering you a reassuring smile.

You nodded, appreciating her attempt to calm your brewing frustration. "I know, I know. But sometimes, he just gets on my nerves, and I can't figure out why he's like that."

With a soft chuckle, your friend gently pulled you into a side hug. "Maybe he's just Jeonghan, being Jeonghan. You can't change that, but you can control how you react. Don't let him ruin your night. We're here to dance, laugh, and enjoy. Let's focus on that, okay?"

She then turned her attention to your hair, expertly weaving a simple yet elegant hairstyle. The rhythmic motion of her hands and the comforting presence of your friend helped ease the tension that had built up. You took a deep breath, deciding to take her advice to heart.

"You're right. Let's forget about Jeonghan and have an amazing night," you said, forcing a smile as you shifted your focus back to the excitement of the party ahead.

Soonyoung's house pulsated with music and laughter as you and your friends embraced the vibrant atmosphere of the party. The beats compelled everyone to move, and you found yourself in the center of the makeshift dance floor, swaying to the rhythm with carefree abandon.

Soonyoung, the life of the party, approached you with a mischievous grin. "Y/N, you've got some moves! Are you sure you're not a secret dance prodigy?" he exclaimed, playfully exaggerating his surprise.

You laughed, the music drowning out your response, but you playfully mimed a humble acknowledgment. The two of you danced together for a while, and Soonyoung's infectious energy was contagious, adding to the carefree spirit of the night.

As you grooved to the music, Mingyu, a tall and athletic figure from the men's soccer team, made his way through the crowd towards you. He leaned in to talk in your ear, his voice barely audible over the booming music. "Hey, about the games next week, we're having joint practice sessions for both teams. You'll need to be close to me for some of the drills, okay?" he explained, his warm breath tickling your ear.

You nodded in agreement, giving him a thumbs up to signal that you understood the plan for the upcoming practices. Mingyu smiled and excused himself, disappearing back into the crowd.

Just as you turned to share the news with your friends, one of them pulled you aside, her expression serious. "Y/N, you might want to look behind you. Jeonghan looks like he's ready to burn holes into your soul with that glare of his," she warned, a hint of concern in her voice.

Confused, you glanced over your shoulder to find Jeonghan, indeed, shooting daggers at you with intense eyes. He was sipping from a red cup, his expression unreadable. You turned back to your friend, your face betraying a mix of surprise and discomfort.

"Why is he looking at me like that?" you asked, feeling a flush of embarrassment.

"He's probably not thrilled about you getting cozy with Mingyu," your friend speculated, a knowing look in her eyes.

You sighed, feeling the weight of Jeonghan's gaze on you. "Well, it's not like Mingyu and I were dancing intimately or anything. It was just about the soccer practice."

Before you could dwell on it further, Soonyoung grabbed a microphone, calling everyone's attention. "Alright, party people! Who's up for a game? Gather 'round!"

The game of "Musical Chairs" had escalated to a nail-biting climax, leaving only one chair in the center of the circle. To your surprise and dismay, Jeonghan emerged as your final opponent. The tension between you two had already been palpable, and now it seemed like the universe had conspired to put you in a face-off.

As the music stopped, you quickly claimed the last chair, ready to breathe a sigh of relief. However, before you could fully settle, Jeonghan decided to add a twist. In a daring move, he pulled the chair out from under you, leaving you flat on the floor, much to the shock of the onlookers.

A collective gasp echoed through the room, and someone in the background shouted, "He cheated!" Of course he cheated.

Without a second thought, you sprang to your feet, rage burning in your eyes. The buzz of screams around you became a distant hum as you leaped onto Jeonghan, wrapping your arms around his neck.

The chaotic scene was cut short as people rushed to pull you away from Jeonghan, attempting to defuse the situation. You found yourself sitting on a nearby couch, your face flushed with a mix of anger and embarrassment. Jeonghan, on the other hand, sat in the opposite corner, arms crossed, with noticeable nail marks on his neck courtesy of your unbridled fury.

The room fell into an uneasy silence, punctuated only by the hushed whispers and concerned glances exchanged between partygoers. Your friends shot you apologetic looks, clearly sensing the tension in the air.

After a brief pause, Jeonghan's friends took charge, ushering him to a separate corner for what seemed like a stern talking-to. Meanwhile, your friends approached you, expressions a mix of concern and amusement.

"Y/N, are you okay?" one of your friends asked, patting you on the back.

You took a deep breath, trying to shake off the embarrassment. "I'm fine. It's just... Jeonghan being Jeonghan," you replied, attempting to downplay the situation.

Amidst the residual tension and the discomfort of being in the same room as Jeonghan after the chaotic "Musical Chairs" incident, you felt a wave of frustration wash over you. Without a second thought, you began searching for your handbag and jacket, determined to leave.

"I've had enough," you muttered to yourself, the irritation evident in your voice.

Your friends and some of Jeonghan's friends noticed your abrupt movement and stepped in, attempting to halt your exit.

"Y/N, wait, don't go!" one of your friends called out, concern etched on her face.

Another friend from Jeonghan's group chimed in, "Come on, it was just a silly game. Don't let that ruin your night."

But you were resolute, determined to distance yourself from the escalating tension. "I can't deal with this anymore. Every time it's the same, and I'm done," you stated firmly, your tone leaving no room for negotiation.

Jeonghan's friends tried to reason with you. "He didn't mean for things to get out of hand. You know how he is," one of them pleaded, attempting to diffuse the situation.

You paused, torn between frustration and understanding. "I get it, but there's a limit. This has gone too far," you replied, your voice tinged with exasperation.

Jeonghan, sensing the gravity of the situation, looked conflicted from across the room, his expression a mix of regret and concern. He made a move as if to say something, but hesitated, unsure how to approach the situation.

But you had made up your mind. Ignoring the attempts to convince you otherwise, you swiftly grabbed your belongings and made for the door, your determination unwavering. The echoes of your friends' and Jeonghan's friends' voices calling after you faded as you stepped out into the cool night air.

The sound of the door closing behind you marked the end of a tumultuous night at Soonyoung's party. Outside, you took a deep breath, the weight of the evening slowly lifting as you prepared to leave the tensions of the night behind and head home. Sometimes, setting boundaries and taking a step back was necessary, even if it meant leaving a party prematurely.

The week had been a blur of training sessions and preparations for the upcoming game, leaving you with little time to dwell on the events of Soonyoung's party. As you walked through the university garden on a crisp Monday morning, the weight of the week's responsibilities pressed upon you. Your mind was focused on the game ahead, and you had almost forgotten about the tension with Jeonghan.

However, as you approached the entrance to your classroom, you were met with an unexpected sight. Jeonghan and his friends stood there, creating an invisible barrier between you and the classroom door. The air thickened with anticipation as you hesitated, catching your breath.

Not wanting to escalate the situation, you offered a curt nod and a short greeting, "Hi," before attempting to walk past them into the classroom.

Seungcheol, one of Jeonghan's friends, took a step forward. "Wait, Y/N. There's something Jeonghan needs to say," he said, his tone commanding.

You sighed, crossing your arms, signaling your readiness to listen but maintaining a defensive posture. The empty classroom echoed with silence as you waited.

Seungcheol turned to Jeonghan, his grip on Jeonghan's uniform firm. "Go on, say what you need to say," he instructed.

Jeonghan hesitated, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment. After a moment, he managed to mumble, "Sorry, Y/N."

You squinted your eyes, incredulous. "Is that really coming from you?" you asked, your voice skeptical.

Seungcheol's grip tightened for a moment, a silent reminder to Jeonghan to speak sincerely. Lowering his head with a visible sense of regret, Jeonghan repeated, "I'm really sorry about that," his apology sounding more genuine this time.

You raised an eyebrow but remained silent, waiting to see if there was anything more to his apology.

After an awkward pause, Jeonghan bowed, a gesture of contrition, before hastily leaving the classroom. The door swung shut behind him, Seungcheol lingered for a moment, meeting your gaze with a nod of acknowledgement. Without saying a word, he followed Jeonghan out of the classroom, leaving you to contemplate the unexpected encounter.

The soccer field buzzed with the energy of the morning practice as both the men's and women's teams warmed up for the upcoming game. You were in the midst of your pre-game routine, jogging and stretching alongside your teammates, anticipation building for the match ahead.

The whistle blew, signaling the start of the game, and both teams began weaving across the field in a display of skill and strategy. The intensity of the game kept you focused until an unexpected jolt of pain shot through the posterior part of your thigh, causing you to crumple to the ground in discomfort.

The trainer quickly halted the game, and you closed your eyes tightly, trying to endure the sharp pain. Soon, you felt hands carefully stretching your leg to alleviate the cramp. Assuming it was one of your teammates, you didn't pay much attention until you opened your eyes and realized it wasn't just anyone—it was Jeonghan.

He held your feet against his shoulder, applying gentle pressure to help ease the pain. The memories of your childhood flashed before your eyes—times when you had done the same for him. You brushed the nostalgia away, focusing on the present moment.

The trainer instructed you to move to the bench for further treatment, and you hopped on one foot, trying to shake off the discomfort. Sitting on the bench, frustration etched across your face, you couldn't help but feel unsatisfied with your performance being cut short by the unexpected cramp.

Jeonghan approached, concern evident in his eyes. "Are you okay, Y/N?" he asked, his voice carrying a genuine worry.

You shot him a quick glance, a mix of irritation and pain on your face. "I'll be fine. Just a cramp. It's nothing," you replied tersely, trying to downplay the situation.

Jeonghan hovered, unsure of how to respond. "If there's anything I can do—"

You cut him off, your tone a blend of frustration and dismissal. "I've got it, Jeonghan. Just focus on the game."

The sun blazed overhead as you continued your solo training on the field, determined to push yourself beyond the limits. The intensity of the game had faded into the background, and now it was just you, the field, and the relentless heat. Water bottles scattered around you, evidence of the effort you were putting in.

Lost in your focus, you were suddenly brought back to reality when you noticed Jeonghan sitting on the bench nearby, his arms crossed. It was then that you realized you had lost track of time.

"How long have you been sitting there?" you asked, wiping sweat from your forehead.

Jeonghan remained silent for a moment, his gaze fixed on the field. "Long enough to know it's not safe to train under this sun," he finally responded.

You scoffed, dismissing his concern. "I need to train, Jeonghan. I can't afford to slack off."

He sighed, uncrossing his arms. "And that's exactly why you ended up with a cramp earlier. Your muscles are exhausted."

The tension between you and Jeonghan simmered as you prepared to leave the field, feeling a mixture of frustration and reluctance to accept his advice. As you rose from the bench, ready to head towards the locker rooms, Jeonghan's hand reached out, gently gripping your wrist.

"You've always been stubborn," he remarked, his voice soft yet firm.

You turned to face him, a flash of irritation crossing your features. "It's not like you care anyway," you retorted, trying to pull your wrist from his grasp.

You pulled your wrist from his grip, shooting him a sharp look. "And what's that supposed to mean?"

Jeonghan sighed, choosing his words carefully. "I remember when we were kids, you were always determined and driven. But now, it's like your determination has turned into something else—an edge, a sharpness."

Rolling your eyes, you scoffed, "Well, maybe if you hadn't been such a pain in the ass all these years, I wouldn't need an edge to deal with you."

As Jeonghan mumbled something about Eunwoo— your ex-boyfriend from middle school — ruining everything, your curiosity was piqued. You turned your ear towards him, a puzzled expression on your face. "Who? Eunwoo? What does he have to do with anything?"

Jeonghan's eyes widened, a brief moment of panic crossing his face. He stammered, attempting to deny any connection, but the truth was written all over his expression. It was clear – he was jealous of Eunwoo.

Your mind clicked into place, connecting the dots. "Wait a minute... are you telling me you've been jealous of Eunwoo?"

Jeonghan hesitated, avoiding eye contact, but the admission lingered in the air. A mix of surprise and realization played on your features. "Seriously? You've been jealous this whole time?"

He shifted uncomfortably, searching for words. "It's not like that! I just... I've known you for so long, and seeing you with someone else—"

You cut him off, unable to contain a laugh. "Jeonghan, are you kidding me? You've been acting like this because of jealousy?"

He looked a bit sheepish but attempted to maintain his composure. "It's not just jealousy. It's just... complicated."

You couldn't help but shake your head in disbelief. "Complicated? Jeonghan, you've been playing games, making jokes, and being a pain in the ass, all because of some weird, complicated jealousy thing?"

The revelation that Jeonghan's years of stubborn behavior were rooted in jealousy over a mere one-month affair left you both astonished and perplexed. As you walked towards the locker rooms, the air hung heavy with unspoken thoughts, and you couldn't hold back from addressing the situation.

"You mean to tell me that all these years of your antics and stubbornness were because of a one-month affair?" you asked, disbelief coloring your tone.

Jeonghan avoided direct eye contact, a sheepish expression on his face. "I didn't plan for things to get this complicated. It just happened."

You shook your head in amazement. "Jeonghan, we've been friends for so long. Why didn't you just talk to me about it? You let this jealousy fester for years over something so trivial?"

"I thought if I acted like it didn't bother me, it would go away. Clearly, that didn't work." He points, creating a silence between you two.

You couldn't help but notice the faint marks on his skin from the intense encounter during the party. The remnants of your frustration were etched in the form of nail marks, a visual reminder of the heated exchange.

After a moment of contemplation, you decided to address the elephant in the room. "Hey, Jeonghan, about the party... I'm sorry about, you know, beating your ass," you said, gesturing towards the marks on his neck. "But, honestly, you kind of deserved it."

He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck, "No need to apologize, Y/N. I probably deserved it."

You raised an eyebrow, a hint of skepticism in your voice, "Deserved it? What's that supposed to mean?"

Jeonghan sighed, admitting, "Well, maybe I've been a bit of a pain lately, and I needed a wake-up call."

You crossed your arms, still not fully convinced, "So, you intentionally provoked me?"

He nodded, a sheepish smile playing on his lips, "Yeah, but not because I enjoy getting my ass kicked. I just... I didn't know how else to deal with everything, and it all got a bit out of hand."

You let out a small huff, "Well, next time, try talking instead of provoking. It might save you some nail marks."

Jeonghan chuckled at your apology, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Don't worry about it, Y/N. Nail marks come with the territory, and I can handle a bit of rough play."

You shot him a skeptical look, "You're awfully calm about having marks on your neck."

He winked, a playful smirk on his face, "Actually, I find it kind of sexy. Adds a bit of excitement, you know?"

You rolled your eyes, not entirely convinced by his nonchalant attitude. "Well, I'm not planning on making a habit out of beating you up."

Jeonghan laughed, "Fair enough, but if you ever feel the need to express your frustrations again, just aim for my back next time. It might be a bit more enjoyable for both of us."

Your eyes widened at his bold suggestion, "Are you serious?"

He shrugged, a playful glint still in his eyes, "Why not? It's all in good fun."

You shook your head, a mix of amusement and disbelief. "You're impossible, Jeonghan."

[...]

The week leading up to the game passed in a surprisingly calm manner. Jeonghan's demeanor had shifted, and the lingering tension that once colored your interactions had dissipated. His jokes were now more lighthearted, and both of your groups could finally enjoy lunch without the threat of any neck-ripping incidents.

As the day of the game approached, nervous anticipation settled in. The stakes were high, and the pressure was palpable. On the field, the air crackled with a mix of excitement and tension as the moment of truth drew near.

The referee's whistle pierced the air, signaling the start of the game. You, alongside your teammates, advanced with determination. The match was tight, a fierce competition between your team and the opposing university. The score remained deadlocked, each side vying for that crucial goal that could tip the scales in their favor.

With only moments left before the game would potentially go into penalties, an opportunity presented itself. The goalkeeper seemed far, and the ball rolled towards you. It was your chance. With a burst of adrenaline, you sprinted towards the goal, the crowd's cheers blending into a distant roar.

In that critical moment, you kicked the ball with precision, the satisfying thud echoing through the stadium as it sank into the net. The eruption of cheers from the crowd was deafening, and your teammates rushed to embrace you.

Amidst the chaos of celebrating students flooding onto the field, your friends engulfed you in hugs, relishing the triumph, but your gaze was drawn towards Jeonghan. His seated figure and the small punches he absentmindedly threw into the air betrayed a different, quieter emotion. It was a momentary glimpse behind the facade he often wore, revealing a side of him that wasn't always apparent.

The day had been long and exhausting, and the comfort of a warm bath had been a much-needed respite. As the echo of the doorbell reached your ears, you wrapped yourself in a robe, moving swiftly to answer it.

Opening the door just a crack, you peeked out, surprised to find Jeonghan standing in the hallway. "Jeonghan?" you questioned, a hint of curiosity in your voice.

He met your gaze with a warm smile. "Hey, I wanted to congratulate you," he said, a sense of genuine admiration in his tone.

Pausing for a moment, you hesitated before deciding to let him in. Opening the door wider, you gestured for him to step inside your dorm room. Jeonghan entered, a look of determination on his face.

Without warning, he wrapped his arms around you in an unexpected hug, catching you off guard. The embrace was surprisingly comforting, the warmth of his presence a stark contrast to the hectic day.

"Thanks, Y/N," he murmured, his voice soft.

For a moment, you were taken aback by the sudden intimacy. His gesture felt sincere, and as he pulled away, there was a vulnerability in his eyes that you hadn't seen before.

"Um, thanks," you managed, feeling a mixture of surprise and gratitude.

Jeonghan smiled warmly, the tension of the day momentarily forgotten. "I just wanted to say it in person. You did great."

"I did, didn't I?" you teased with a playful grin, breaking the silence that lingered in your room.

Jeonghan scoffed, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Yeah, you did."

An air of uncertainty settled between you as he fidgeted, his hands finding refuge in his pockets. The room was charged with unspoken tension, both of you seemingly on the edge of something unexplored.

After a few moments of hesitation, Jeonghan let out a sigh, a resigned "fuck it" escaping his lips. In an instant, he closed the distance between you, capturing your lips in a surprising and passionate kiss. The shock sent a jolt through your body, but you found yourself kissing him back with equal fervor.

He pressed you against the wall, the sudden intensity of the moment causing your heart to race. Your fingers tangled in his long hair, a tangible connection forming between you.

In the charged atmosphere of the moment, Jeonghan's hands gripped your waist, his thumbs tracing teasing circles on the towel cloth of your robe. With a mischievous grin, he released your lower lip with a soft pop, his gaze lingering on your face.

As he pressed his body against yours, the knot of your robe seemed to have mysteriously loosened, creating a seductive cleavage that exposed the curves of your bust. The fabric hung on the brink of revealing more, almost exposing your nipple.

You whispered, your voice barely audible, "Jeonghan."

Jeonghan leaned back, his eyes widening as he saw your robe almost undone. A gulp escaped him, and he hurriedly moved to close the cloth around you. Your hands intercepted his, holding them in place. There was a shared understanding in that moment—a tacit agreement that things had shifted, and there was no turning back.

With a steady gaze, you opened the robe, exposing your body. Jeonghan's breath caught, his hands instinctively gripping the sides of the robe tightly. The room seemed to buzz with an electric tension, and the air felt charged with anticipation.

His hands found their way to your hips, fingers pinching the fabric of your robe. The sensation sent shivers down your spine as his touch left an indelible mark on the uncharted territory of your connection.

As the intimate moment continued, Jeonghan led you to sit on the couch. His hands caressing the skin under your belly button, opening you by your inner thighs, until he reaches your pussy. He licks his fingers, starting to circle your clit, you muffle a moan, closing your eyes when you feel two of his fingers entering you.

"Jeonghannie…"

A soft moan escaped your lips, and in the hushed aftermath, you whispered, "Jeonghannie."

He hummed in response, the sound a tender acknowledgment of the nickname that had slipped past your lips. There was an unspoken intimacy in the way he absorbed the words, a resonance that spoke of shared history and a connection that had weathered the complexities of time.

"I missed that," Jeonghan admitted, his mouth sucking your clit, and you jolted, moving your hips, almost riding his fingers.

His request hung in the air, and you felt a flutter of anticipation as Jeonghan, with a mischievous glint in his eyes, asked, "Can you do that again?"

A coy smile played on your lips as you willingly obliged. "Jeonghannie," you moaned, the sound escaping your lips with an undeniable fervor.

His fingers curled, and your body tenses while you throw your head back, a satisfied smile forming on his face. The room was filled with a charged energy, and the intimacy between you deepened with each shared moment. "Again," he requested, the playful challenge evident in his eyes.

Your voice, laced with desire, echoed the familiar nickname once more, "Ah! Jeonghannie."

A low chuckle escaped him as he reveled in the sound, flicking your bud with his tongue. Your pussy was tight around his fingers, and he knows you are almost there. So he stops. As you whimpered, a question escaped your lips, "You won't be stubborn here too, right?" The anticipation in your voice held a hint of vulnerability.

Jeonghan, his jaw clenched and a firm grip in your hair, made you look into his intense gaze. There was a magnetic intensity in his eyes that seemed to hold the weight of unspoken desires.

He teased, his voice low and husky, "What if I want you to beg, hmm?"

A shiver ran down your spine at his words, the raw desire and dominance in his tone leaving you breathless. A breathy uncertainty laced your voice as you echoed, "B-beg?"

Jeonghan's grip on your hair tightened slightly, a wicked gleam in his eyes. "That's right. Beg for it," he murmured, his tone a blend of command and temptation.

The air between you crackled with a newfound intensity, and as you hesitated, his fingers entwined in your hair, he repeated, "Beg, Y/N."

Your heartbeat quickened, and the room seemed to close in around you. The vulnerability of the moment hung in the air, and in a hushed voice, you uttered the words he sought, "Please, Jeonghan." Your pussy clenching around nothing.

"Please what, Y/N?" he inquired, his eyes locked onto yours, a playful smirk playing on his lips.

"Please let me cum on your mouth Jeonghannie..." You cried out, and fuck, you felt like a pathetic slut.

He smiles, sucking your cunt, licking everywhere, your moans escaping your lips, an uncontrollable melody of pleasure. Sensing an opportunity to play, Jeonghan added his own voice to the symphony, a low and enticing moan that mirrored the rhythm of your own.

As you continued to moan, he intensified his efforts, each sound a deliberate echo of your pleasure. His moans grew louder, the teasing quality evident in every sultry note.

Your legs lock him, and he makes you cum messily on his tongue. Your feel dizzy, how the fuck you are trembling on your couch, with robe opened, and Jeonghan giving you a mind-blowing oral?

Jeonghan, with a deliberate and firm movement, turned you around, positioning you with your arms gripping the backrest of the couch. Your body arched, your ass lifted in the air, the vulnerability and anticipation palpable in the intimate moment.

Your cheeks burned with a mixture of embarrassment and anticipation, and you avoided turning to look at him. The heat emanating from Jeonghan behind you was palpable, and you rested your face on the sofa, trying to conceal the flush that colored your features.

Suddenly, his hands moved swiftly, gripping your hair with a rough intensity. He pulled you closer, and your back pressed against his chest. Jeonghan pressed his lips against yours. However, your mouth fell open, and you couldn't reciprocate the kiss as you felt him pushing his thick cock inside.

The pace quickened, Jeonghan's hips moving surprisingly fast, each thrust making your body bounce with every stroke. The sounds that escaped your lips were a mix of pleasure and restraint. Unsure if the walls could contain the intensity, you bit your lips almost to the point of tasting blood, attempting to stifle the moans that threatened to escape.

Jeonghan, disapproving of your attempt to silence yourself, held the back of your neck. He pressed your face against the pillowed backrest of the couch, a commanding tone accompanying his touch. "Don't hold back your moans," he ordered, his voice a low, authoritative whisper that sent shivers down your spine.

The sounds of skin slapping echoed in the background, but Jeonghan's insistence on hearing your unrestrained pleasure added a new layer of pleasure sent directly to your cunt.

Stuttering, you managed to express your concern, "J-Jeonghan, people can listen," the words slipping between the gasps and moans.

He, however, seemed indifferent. "I don't give a fuck," he asserted, the determination in his voice unwavering.

You insisted, "Anyone can pass in the hall and hear us."

In response, he scoffed, dismissing the concern. Without a word, he pushed two fingers into your mouth, silencing you momentarily as you involuntarily drooled around them.

Jeonghan's blunt question hung in the air, "Good for you now, slut?" Your response came in the form of a satisfied mumble, an unspoken acknowledgment of the shared pleasure.

He, however, expressed a sentiment of unfairness, his voice carrying a mix of teasing and genuine desire. "That's unfair, Y/N. I've waited so long to hear you like this, and now you're impeding me from enjoying it?"

He pushes you to lay your back on the couch, pushing his dick inside of you again. His hands are now choking you slightly. Your response was a breathless laugh, a mixture of amusement and pleasure. "I can't help it if you're too impatient, Jeonghan."

He chuckled, the sound vibrating through your shared space. "Impatient? After all this time? I've been waiting for this, and now you're telling me I have to be patient?" A teasing glint sparkled in his eyes as he continued, "You're a tease, Y/N. Making me wait, and now you're holding back."

You playfully rolled your eyes, even though his words resonated with a certain truth. "Maybe I enjoy making you wait. Builds anticipation, doesn't it?"

Jeonghan grinned, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. "Well, I hope you're ready to make up for lost time."

The rhythm intensified, and the force of Jeonghan's hips against you became more pronounced. The friction started to border on discomfort, and you shut your eyes tightly, desperate to channel all the overwhelming pleasure into a refuge against screaming aloud. Your hands found their way to his back, nails digging into his skin and trailing all the way down.

Your moans and gasps mingled in the air, both of you caught in the throes of pleasure. The sheer intensity of the moment made coherent conversation impossible, reducing any attempts to words that stuttered out in fragmented pleasure.

His mouth fell open, and he called your name with a voice that echoed the shared ecstasy. "Y/N," he stammered, the syllables breaking with the weight of desire, a testament to the overwhelming pleasure that engulfed both of you.

The intensity of the moment pushed you to repeat the action, your nails running harder and more unconsciously down his back. A gasp escaped him, filling the room as his climax overtook him, making his body shiver with the force of pleasure.

After the peak of pleasure subsided, he took a moment to catch his breath. "This is a dirty game you played on me," he remarked, a hint of sulking in his voice. The unexpected intensity of the encounter, spurred by the simple action of your nails on his back, had left him vulnerable and surprised.

A playful smirk played on your lips as you teased him, "Oh, you're really into scratching your skin, aren't you?"

Jeonghan's sulky expression transformed into a sheepish grin. "Well, maybe a little. You seem to have a talent for it."

As the playful banter continued, Jeonghan's hand ventured down your body, his touch purposeful circling your clit. The exploration was gentle yet intent, working to build the anticipation and pleasure that would lead you to orgasm.

A connection of affection and determination passed between you as you held his forearm, your eyes locked onto his. The look in his eyes conveyed a desire for you to cum,, the unspoken connection between you and Jeonghan deepening with each breath.

His hands worked faster, and your breath quickened in response. You avoided looking at him, lost in the overwhelming sensations. A hiss escaped him as you clenched around him, your back arching from the couch, the sensation of your nipples brushing against his skin adding an extra layer of intensity. In the throes of passion, you called him "Jeonghannie," the nickname slipping past your lips in a breathless plea.

"I'm going to—" you began, the words catching in your throat as pleasure surged through you.

Jeonghan, with a husky urgency, filled the silence, "Cum for me, my beautiful whore…" You reaching a crescendo as he urged you to surrender to the pleasure. "Cream on my cock, my beautiful Y/N. Let go for me."

You held onto his forearm tighter, gasping for air and calling out his name every time more louder. His response was a husky affirmation, "Yes, baby, just like that. Mhmm, that's my little slut."

The orgasm finally hit you, a powerful wave of pleasure surging through your body as you creamed hard around him. The room filled with the unmistakable sounds of your release, a symphony of ecstasy echoing in the air. Jeonghan, caressing your hair, tried to soothe you from the intensity of the climax.

"Fuck, I'll have to take another bath," you said, and Jeonghan chuckled, his voice laced with a satisfied tone, "Well, at least it will be with me."

He held you gently, leading the way to clean up. The shared bath became a tender moment, the water soothing and cleansing as you both relaxed.

Afterward, you lay on your bed, and Jeonghan sat on the edge. You called him, and he turned his head, carefully facing you. "What's up?"

You took a moment before admitting, "I saw the scratches on your back in the bath, but I was embarrassed to tell you."

He got up and turned his back to the mirror on your wardrobe, trying to take a peek at what you did. A smile spread across his face as he examined the red lines on the milky skin of his back. "Looks like you had fun back there," he teased, turning to face you.

Jeonghan, playfully teasing, grinned and said, "How am I going to explain this to my friends in the locker room?"

You joined in the playful banter, suggesting, "Maybe avoid changing around them this week."

He chuckled and offered a humorous solution, "I can always say I got into a fight with a cat."

Both of you burst into laughter, the shared joke creating a light and carefree atmosphere.

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Silver Soul

Jackie Taylor x Fem!Reader

part one ➴ part two part three

Summary: You accidentally injure Jackie one day during practice and your relationship with her starts to bloom.

A/N: Jackie is such a cutie and she literally did no wrong the entire series (fight w me idc). But I’m hoping YJ tumblr is still alive idk? Enjoy this fic tho ! (Not proofread)

“Oh my god.”

Your mouth is agape as you watch the ball you kicked hit Jackie Taylor straight in the nose.

The whole team stood and watched in shock as the ball coming from the complete opposite end of the field smacks her straight in the face.

The best way to describe Jackie in your words was perfect. And you weren’t jealous of her or anything. You liked who you were and all but it was just true. Jackie had amazing grades, she was the captain of the soccer team and, from what you knew she came from a good family.

Even though you had been on the same team as her for two years now, you guys never really became anything more than acquaintances. You waved at her in the halls and she did the same but that was kind of it. You guys had different social circles and shared a few classes but never talked in them. She wasn’t anything to you really besides your teammate.

You ran as fast as you could to the other side of the field to help Jackie who was now clutching her nose and wincing in pain.

“Wait, Y/N!” You heard Natalie call out to you. And as you were running you looked back to see what Nat was calling after you about.

When suddenly you ran straight into Jackie and you both fell to the ground.

You grab your head and wince. Jesus did you have to be this clumsy?

Opening your eyes you see Taissa offering you her hand and laughing while Van does the same for Jackie.

As you stand up, you look at Jackie, her face was red from the impact and her eyes looked glossy. You felt like the worst person in the world.

“Shit, Jackie, I’m so sorry.” You say.

She winced again as she looks at you and tries her best to smile through the pain. “It’s totally fine. You didn’t mean to.”

Still feeling like satan himself you offer to take her to the nurse.

“Yeah that’d be great.” She says.

As you and Jackie make your way to the side of the field Nat catches up with you.

“Way to go Y/N,” She says, teasing you.

“Now, is not the time to be an asshole.” You say to her halfway joking.

You and Nat had been best friends since practically the first day of kindergarten. You had caught her outside throwing rocks at kids during recess, and since that was right up your alley, you joined her. Ever since then you guys have been inseparable. And constantly being menaces towards everyone together.

Nat waves you off and walks back to the field. You turn your attention to Jackie and stop her so that you can move her hands from her face. You Inspect her nose and it was most definitely bleeding but, it looked okay. You were shocked at how powerful you could kick.

“It should be fine.” You say smiling a little at Jackie.

She nods not seeming to believe you.

The walk to the nurses office was filled with awkward silence. You had no idea what to say to her. You just kicked her in the face and then basically tackled her. You were shocked she didn’t hate your guts.

As you walk to the door you realize that since it’s after school the nurse isn’t gonna be inside the office.

“Uhm. I kinda forgot that she wasn’t gonna be here.” You say awkwardly to Jackie who somehow, was giving you her award winning smile even though her nose was literally bleeding onto her jersey.

“It’s fine I can just get ice when I get home.” She says, shuffling her feet.

“Or I could get us into the office without a key?” You say smirking.

She looks up at you, her hazel eyes glowing with disapproval. “There’s cameras? Don’t you think they’ll see us.”

“So what? Are they gonna give us detention for stealing an Ice pack?” You laugh, rolling your eyes.

The corner of her mouth turned upwards and she smiles a bit but still looks worried.

“Come on Jackie, live a little.” You look down at the lock and grab a hairpin.

In about 3 minutes you were into the office.

Jackie looks at you her mouth slightly open.

“Wow, you didn’t think I could do it did you?” You look at her with a fake offended face on.

“No I definitely didn’t. But, you did.” She says giggling.

Still feeling very responsible for her obvious pain you say, “Here sit on one of the beds I’ll grab the ice pack.”

Looking around the nurses office you find the freezer and grab some ice. You put it into a plastic bag and wrap a paper towel around it.

“Scooch.” You say and you sit next to her on the nurses bed.

You gently grab her chin and inspect her face noticing that the bleeding stopped.

“Wait.” You say getting an idea. You go into the bathroom get some tissue and wet it with cold water.

When you get back over to her you notice she’s already shifted back into where you were sitting.

You playfully roll your eyes at her. “Cmon, schooch again.”

You sit back down and grab her face again. This time you move closer your faces are only inches away from each other. You gently wipe the blood off her face. Her breathing starts to falter a little and you look her in the eyes. “God, the ball must’ve hit you hard, you can barely breathe from the pain.”

Her cheeks go a light shade of pink that you wouldn’t have noticed if you weren’t so close to her. “Uhm. Yeah it hit me pretty hard.” She says.

“Sorry again.” You say.

A little out of it from the throbbing coming from her face and her proximity to you at the moment, Jackie bursted out laughing. Very confused since nothing funny happened, you look at her.

“What?” You say starting to laugh a little yourself.

“Nothing,” She says trying to catch her breath. “You’re just like the clumsiest person i’ve ever met.”

“Asshole,” you laugh out.

“I’m the asshole? You’re the one who kicked me.” she exclaims, attempting to stifle her laugh.

You narrow your eyes at her playfully and hand her the ice pack.

“Now you’re back to the beautiful normal Jackie,” You say. “All that blood was not doing you justice.” You joke.

She blushes at your words slightly and you notice but brush it off as her face just being red from earlier.

Getting up from the bed she looks down at her wrist, checking the time. “Practice is probably over now.”

“Yeah. We should go and get changed.”

-⚽️-

After changing and showering you walk with Nat to your car. You guys stop there for a bit and chat.

“Is she coming over here?” You say furrowing your eyes and looking into the distance.

Across the parking lot was Jackie, smiling at you and Nat, in her perfect little outfit.

“You kick a girl in the face one time and now she’s obsessed.” Natalie says smirking while taking a drag from a cigarette.

You elbow Nat in the side at her sarcasm causing her to drop her cig. “Ouch?!” Clutching at her side she looks at you. When Jackie reaches your car she stops right in front of you and Natalie.

“Uh hey Jackie.” You say weerily.

“Hi.” She says, giving you that smile she gave everyone when she wanted something. You had seen it before a million times. And it worked every single time.

“Did you need something?” You ask.

“Yeah actually, I was wondering if you could drive me home?” She Bats her eyelashes at you innocently.

Nat gives you a confused look and you shoot one right back at her. Why was she suddenly talking to you?

You try to think of an excuse to say no. You had a routine after school. You got coffee at your favorite place and studied. Sometimes Nat came along if she wasn’t working. And then after school you’d watch movies or hangout with friends and smoke. Driving Jackie Taylor home was not apart of that routine.

“Doesn’t Shauna take you home? I thought you guys always like hungout after practice or something.”

“It’s totally fine! She’ll survive one day without us hanging out. Plus you owe me after today.” She smiles at you again.

Nat buts in. “Yeah you owe her Y/N, drive the nice girl home.” She says trying to annoy you.

You look over at Nat and give her a look that she immediately understands as “I’m literally going to kill you if you don’t leave right now.” Nat laughs and walks to her car. “I’ll call you later Y/N.” She yells to you before getting in.

You flip her off and yell back, “Please don’t!”

Jackie looks at you again and asks, “So are you gonna drive me or not?”

You just sigh and open the door for her.

She squeals and gets in.

“Oh, by the way I usually stop for coffee so I guess you have to come with me.” You say starting the car up.

“Fine by me.” She says.

You guys pull out of the parking lot and drive for a while in silence. You notice Jackie looking over at you every now and then and you try your best to ignore it.

“So, are you gonna play music?” She asks looking at you expectantly.

“If you want,” You shrug. “There’s a few cassettes in the glove compartment right there.”

She opens the glove compartment and gasps. “The Smashing Pumpkins!”

You look over at her doubtful. “You know them?”

“Duh.” She says rolling her eyes. You laugh and she puts the tape in.

1979 starts playing and she rolls her window down poking her head out.

Finally, you both make it to the coffee shop. You park and walk in.

Jackie looks around seeming to be impressed by the place. “This is really nice,” She says. “You come here everyday?”

You nod. “Yeah basically, I just come here to study for tests and things.”

You get to the register and tell the barista your order and so does Jackie. You go to pay for the coffee when Jackie grabs your hand. “Something wrong?” You say confused.

“My treat!” She says smiling. You step back and let her pay.

While Jackie waited for the coffee you grab a table. She sits down and hands you your coffee. “Thanks for paying by the way.” You say and smile a little at her.

“Anytime!” She says enthusiastically. She was constantly happy it was almost annoying.

You guys study for a while talking about random things. Jackie gets silent for a bit and you look up at her. She looked like she was super deep in thought about something.

“So are you like dating anyone?” She asks avoiding your gaze.

You look up confused as to why she wanted to know but you answered anyway. “Uh no not technically I guess.” You said. You weren’t really lying. You and this girl talked on and off but nothing ever really came of it besides a few kisses at parties every now and then. Your love life was practically nonexistent.

Jackie nodded. “What about you? Aren’t you seeing that dude. I can’t remember his name isn’t it like Jack?”

She chuckles. “Jeff. And no we broke up while ago.”

“Oh,” You say. “That sucks.”

She sips her coffee. “Yeah it’s whatever I don’t really like him anyways,” She looks down. “I don’t know if I ever did to be honest.”

Now you were curious. You look at her and notice she’s doodling on her hands. “What do you mean?” You inquire.

“Well, I don’t know.” She sighs. “It’s nothing.” Her hands start fidgeting with her pen and she breaks eye contact with you.

You were shocked by her mood shift. You’d never seen her look unsure of herself before. The only Jackie you’d ever known was the confident self-assured one.

“Well whatever it is, I’m sure your feelings are valid. Relationships are complicated. And any guy is lucky to have you Jackie.” You smile at her trying to make her feel better.

She looks up at you and smiles. “You’re not so bad yourself Y/N. Any guy is lucky to date you too.”

You almost spit out your coffee at her words. “Guy?” You say laughing.

She looks at you confused until it clicks and she widens her eyes. “Oh! I- Sorry I didn’t know.”

Laughing you say, “I’m surprised you didn’t?”

“Does everyone else know?” She asks baffled.

“Basically. And Im not the only one on the team you know?” You explain taking a sip of your coffee.

“What?!” She says, “Who else?”

You rest your head in your hand as if trying to recall who else. “Well, Van, Taissa, Nats Bi, and so is Lottie.”

She looks at you, her mouth agape. “Am I really this blind?”

You giggle at her “I guess so.”

You both stayed in the coffee shop longer than you normally do. You and Jackie actually got a long very well and it came as a shock to you. You were still a little confused as to why she even was hanging around you but it was refreshing. And you couldn’t help but notice how beautiful she was. Her naturally gorgeous hair, which seemed to always look like it was freshly blown out, the curve of her nose, her beautiful big eyes.

That night when you got home Jackie infiltrated your thoughts. You thought about her while eating dinner, while showering and, while you went to bed. You couldn’t get her off your mind and you already knew where this was going. You spent one day with her and now you had a crush on her. Was she really that intoxicating?

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folkwhoredoll · 8 months ago

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by the shore - rafe cameron x fem!reader

pairing: rafe cameron x fem!reader (friends with benefits)

synopsis: being friends with rafe has its benefits

word count: 1.7k

warnings/tags: smut! (f oral, unprotected sex), few curse words

request: rafe x Reader, they are best friend that’s are on a family trip that they take every year in summer, reader is good friends with both Sarah and rafe, rafe and reader are a bit tipsy messing around and find their way to the beach and that’s were the smut happens :) hope you can do it thank you.

a/n: hi everyone! it's been a while since my last post because things got busy in nursing school but since it's summer break, i can now post again! thank you to the one who requested this <3 i hope you'll like this one. happy reading!

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The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow across the beachfront estate where you and the Camerons vacationed every summer. The annual family trip was a cherished tradition, one you eagerly anticipated each year. It started long before you even entered school, a yearly event your parents initiated to celebrate their friendship with the Camerons. Naturally, you also formed a growing friendship with Sarah and Rafe.

Though, if you were honest, "friendship" didn't quite describe the bond between you and Rafe. Whether you and the Cameron heir were dating was unclear, but he acted like you were most of the time. Almost no boys dared to ask you out, not with Rafe always glaring at them from behind you. He accompanied you almost everywhere, even pretending you were his girlfriend to keep other girls away.

But your relationship with Rafe wasn't simply a friendship because of what you two did behind closed doors. It was no secret that Rafe had several experiences, his natural charisma drawing girls to him. Perhaps that's why you couldn't resist him when he told you he admired you months ago. He was your first.

Not one soul knows about it; you couldn't risk it.

The evening air was filled with laughter and clinking glasses as your families gathered on the deck, enjoying the night of their getaway. You felt a pleasant buzz from the beer you and Rafe had been sipping, the alcohol buzzing through your veins. Sarah had to excuse herself to answer a call from Topper, leaving you and Rafe alone under the twinkling fairy lights.

Rafe grinned at you, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Wanna take a walk down to the beach?" he suggested, his voice slightly blurred but full of excitement.

You smiled back and nodded eagerly, the idea of sneaking for a late-night adventure sounding perfect. "Absolutely. Let's go back before Sarah gets back and decides to drag us into some boring game."

Rafe laughed, a deep, infectious sound that made your heart flutter. The combination of alcohol and the intimate setting seemed to excite you.

The two of you stumbled down the wooden steps leading to the beach, giggling and shushing each other while your hands gripped tightly around your beer bottles. The fine sand was cool beneath your feet and the ocean waves lapping gently at the shore.

Rafe motioned for you to sit near a large rock, sitting down first to make sure that it was comfortable enough. You positioned yourself beside him, sighing contently as you took in the view before you.

"Remember when Sarah and I built a sandcastle when we were like, ten? Then you ruined it with your soccer ball." You said.

"In my defense, I didn't mean to kick it towards your castle." Rafe chuckled at the memory. "And I got the worst punishment from you because you refused to speak to me for a week."

You hummed, sipping more of your beer. "Still not over it."

He snorted, leaning his head back.

The next moments were spent in silence. You and Rafe took turns drinking what was left from the bottle, smiling whenever you would make eye contact, and leaning closer and closer to him until your shoulders touched.

You took a deep breath when you felt Rafe kiss your cheek suddenly. "What was that for?"

"What? Can't I kiss you?" He smiled innocently. "It's not like we haven't done anything more than a kiss."

You threw him a look, knowing that in a few moments, you would be doing something that friends don't normally do. How Rafe could always be turned on, you could never understand. But you don't complain, not when your hormones also betray you every time you see his muscles strain from his tight shirt.

"Come on, Y/n. No one can see us from here." He whispered, his breath tickling your skin as he lowered his face to your neck.

You didn't say anything, and Rafe took it as a sign to move further, abandoning his beer to the side. He placed one hand on your thigh and another hand on your waist. Your head was spinning from both the alcohol and Rafe's hands, suddenly not able to speak as you savor the moment of his lips on your neck.

"What would our parents say when they find out what we do?" He wondered teasingly, smirking when he saw you discreetly push your thighs together. He loved you like this: submissive as you let him do whatever he wanted.

"Probably celebrate. They've been teasing us for years." You finally replied, a laugh coming from your throat as you remembered the times when they would try to set the two of you up in every gathering.

Rafe suddenly lifted the skirt of your sundress, causing you to gasp. "Out here? Really?"

His other hand moved from your waist to your back, feeling for the zipper of your dress. "It's a perfect spot. No one can see us or hear us unless you scream, of course."

His cocky attitude made you roll your eyes, though your cunt already fluttered at the thought of being bare under his body as the sunset. "We have to be fast, got it?"

You didn't give him a chance to reply as you tilted your body, swiftly pushing him back so you could move on top and straddle him. Rafe, although shocked by your sudden movement, smiled cheekily as he witnessed you reach to your back to unzip your dress.

"Damn, baby." He breathed as he eyed the way the straps of the dress dropped, hastily helping you to get out of your clothing. He licked his lips as he stared at the sight of you. Your breasts perked up as the cool sea breeze touched your skin, leaving you in your underwear.

"Take it off, Rafe." You told him, helping him take off the shirt that accentuated his muscles.

Following your request, Rafe moved quickly and placed his shirt on the sand beside the two of you, lifting your hips and guiding you to lay on his shirt.

He finished removing the rest of his clothing, never cutting eye contact with you even as he pulled his cock out. You made a quick look back to the house, making sure that you were not within anyone's eyesight.

You gasped as Rafe pulled your panties down, your cunt fluttering at the excitement. He lowered his head down until it was leveled with your pussy, his manhood hardening at the sight of your wet folds.

Without warning, he gave your cunt a long lick, pushing his warm tongue as deep as he could reach. You moaned loudly and quickly gripped his hair, your back arching as he sucked on your clit.

Rafe reached a hand upwards to cover your mouth, not too tight to restrict you from breathing but just enough to muffle your moans. Your chest heaving as you gasped, the alcohol and his tongue working together to give you the best pleasure.

Rafe himself was groaning as he enjoyed the sight of your writhing body, his heart swelling with pride, knowing that it was only him who could make you feel that way.

Your moans were exchanged with whines when he suddenly moved away from your pussy, kneeling in front of you as he stroked his stiff dick.

"You said we have to be fast." He chuckled, teasing you. "Ready, baby?"

After seeing you nod, Rafe pushed himself inside you, a loud groan erupting from his lips as he felt your warm and wet folds around him.

"Best cunt in the world." He whispered to himself.

You let out a loud moan as he filled you completely, growing needy and desperate for a release. "Move, Rafe. Make me cum, please."

Your words sounded like music to Rafe's ears, further feeding his ego. "Since you asked nicely."

In one quick movement, Rafe thrust in and out of you, lifting one of your legs to wrap around his waist so he could reach deeper.

The sounds of both of your breaths were mixed with the sound of the ocean waves as sweat grew on the surface of your skin. You were shamelessly whining and moaning in every thrust while Rafe was closing his eyes as he groaned in pleasure.

He pushed your other leg upwards, having you nearly folded in half as he pushed harder. He looked down to where you two were connected, his cock twitching at the sight. "Taking me so well, baby. Come on, I know you're close."

You were panting, breathless, and unable to speak. Your hands were clawing on Rafe's shoulder, wanting to push him away from the overwhelming feeling.

"R-Rafe…" You breathed out, feeling your pussy pulsate around him.

"Yes, Y/n. Go on, cum for me." He urged you, his pace never stopping nor slowing down.

You looked at him, admiring how he looked with his disheveled hair and warm cheeks. His muscles were tensing as he thrusted faster.

Without warning, he pulled your legs apart slightly, just enough so he could reach your clit with his hand. You almost screamed at the contact, another surge of gratification taking over your body as he pinched your bud.

"Fuck, Rafe!"

He smiled, hips going faster until he felt you cum around his cock. Your hips were jerking upward as you released, thighs shaking as you squirted on him.

Rafe moaned loudly, and after a few more thrusts, he released his load inside of you, not letting a drop go to waste.

You were quiet as you panted underneath Rafe, your legs still shaking occasionally while you enjoyed the feeling of both of your cum inside you.

Rafe was whispering compliments in your ear softly, stroking your skin as he slowly pulled himself out. He then helped you back into your underwear and dress, gently guiding you as you regained your balance. Rafe was quicker as he dressed himself up, grabbing your hand immediately and leading you back to the house.

"Let's clean up inside before Sarah finds us here."

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ezonedealau · 2 months ago

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Why Should You Choose a Glow Soccer Ball for Your Game Nights?

As the evening sky darkens and the sun sets, the excitement of a soccer game doesn't have to end. If you're someone who loves playing soccer well into the night, a glow soccer ball could be a game-changing addition to your game nights. Whether enjoying a casual game with friends or organising a more competitive match, a glow soccer ball ensures the action continues well after the natural light fades away.

But what makes the Glowing soccer ball in australia such a great choice? Let’s explore why this unique and innovative ball is essential to your soccer gear.

Play Anytime, Anywhere

One of the most obvious benefits of using a glow soccer ball is the ability to play in low-light conditions. Whether it's late evening or an overcast day, the built-in glow ensures you can always keep your eyes on the ball. With a glow soccer ball, you can easily extend your playtime without worrying about the natural light fading. There's no need to wrap up your game early or scramble for spotlights—your glowing ball makes it easy to keep playing until you're ready to call it a day. The bright, visible glow gives players the clarity they need to make those precise passes and epic goals, no matter the time of day or night.

Enhancing the Experience

A glow soccer ball doesn’t allow you to play in the dark—it transforms the entire soccer experience. The glowing effect creates a unique atmosphere that traditional soccer games can't replicate. Imagine the visual excitement of a bright, glowing ball soaring across the field under the night sky. It adds a fun and engaging element to your games, whether playing with friends or competing in a league match.

Fun for All Ages

Glow soccer balls aren’t just for adults or serious players—they're perfect for players of all ages. Kids and families can enjoy a glowing ball during evening play, making staying engaged and having fun easier. This feature makes it ideal for those late-night family gatherings or casual kickabouts where everyone wants to have a good time. Plus, the glow adds safety, making the ball easier to spot, especially in low-light or evening conditions.

Durability for the Win

Another reason to opt for a glow soccer ball is its durability. Most glow-in-the-dark soccer balls are designed with robust materials that ensure they can withstand a soccer game's typical wear and tear. These balls are made to last, whether you're using them on grass, turf, or even sand. Their durability means you can enjoy endless hours of play without worrying about the ball losing its glow or getting damaged too quickly.

Many glow soccer balls are also waterproof, ensuring that even in rainy or damp conditions, the ball will continue to shine bright and perform well. This makes them reliable options for various outdoor conditions, adding more versatility to your game.

Easy to Use and Charge

Charging a glow soccer ball is incredibly simple. Many of these balls charge through sunlight or artificial light exposure, and once charged, they can glow for hours. Some models even have built-in LED lights that make them glow consistently throughout the game. Unlike other glow-in-the-dark toys or balls that lose their glow after a short while, high-quality glow soccer balls are designed for long-lasting brightness.

Conclusion

A glow soccer ball is the perfect investment if you want to elevate your soccer game and enjoy endless hours of play. It extends your playing time, enhances the overall experience, and provides safety and fun for players of all ages. Whether you're hosting a late-night match, playing with family, or just enjoying a casual game with friends, the glow soccer ball guarantees that the fun doesn’t stop when the sun goes down. So why wait for the sun to rise? Bring the glow to your next game night and experience soccer like never before.

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szariahwroteit · 1 month ago

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Doll House: A Jude Bellingham + Original Character Erotic Series

18+ Minors DNI

Chapter 3

What he and Tori had was new, spontaneous, and undefined; but Jude wanted her in his space. With a final game of the calendar year set to kick off in less than an hour, he sat in Real Madrid’s changing room, taking a minute to unwind ahead of the evening’s game.

“Are you ready to win?” Kylian asked, causing Jude to open his eyes and break his moment of meditation.

“Always,” Jude replied with a confident smirk, feeling the adrenaline pulse through his veins as the anticipation of the match built around him. Kylian grinned back, the camaraderie in the room palpable as the team geared up for what was expected to be a fierce showdown against the rival team.

“Are you coming out with us after?” Kylian quizzed, a rather telling smirk on his face as his eyes met Jude’s.

“No, I’m seeing someone after this, and then I have an early morning flight tomorrow,” he revealed to his teammate.

“Who are you seeing, brother?” Kylian asked teasingly.

“The girl from the gala, Tori,” Jude explained, not wanting to get into intimate details with his teammate.

Kylian’s eyes went wide with realization before he placed his hand on Jude’s shoulder, giving it a squeeze of approval before getting up and heading back over to his seat.

Outside in the stands, Tori sat waiting for the match to commence as the rival team took to the pitch for a last-minute warm-up ahead of the game's kick-off.

Admittedly, there wasn't much Tori knew about sports, and her knowledge of soccer, or rather football, went no further than knowing the objective was to score against the opposing team.

However, she had found herself drawn into the excitement of it all, especially as Jude was a part of it. The atmosphere was charged, the energy of the crowd palpable, and she could feel her heart racing in anticipation of seeing him play.

In her mind, she replayed their conversations from the gala, the way he made her laugh, and how comfortable she felt around him despite having just met. And then, the following night at his place, the way their dinner transpired into the most spontaneous and pleasurable sex was something she hadn't been able to stop thinking about.

As the players emerged from the tunnel, the crowd erupted into cheers, and Tori found herself swept up in the atmosphere, cheering for Jude and his teammates.

The bright floodlights illuminated the pitch, casting a surreal glow over the players as they took their positions. Tori’s eyes darted around, trying to spot Jude among the multitude of athletes dressed in their white jerseys.

When he finally stepped onto the field, her heart skipped a beat. He looked so confident, exuding a magnetic energy that seemed to draw everyone’s attention.

As the whistle blew to signal the start of the match, Tori felt her pulse quicken. Every pass, every tackle, every cheer from the crowd sent quivers down her spine. She found herself standing on her feet, trying to catch a better view of Jude as he moved with fluid grace across the pitch. The way he navigated the ball, the intensity in his movement, it was as if he was in his own world, and she was merely an observer of this incredible talent.

With each minute that ticked by, Tori grew more engrossed in the game. She began to understand the rhythm of play, and the strategies being employed, and she cheered louder with every near goal. Jude’s skills were mesmerizing—his footwork flawless, his vision sharp. It was hard not to be captivated by the sheer athleticism on display.

During a tense moment in the game, Jude made a break for the goal, weaving his way between defenders. Tori held her breath, her hands over her mouth in a mix of hope and anxiety. As he approached the goal, the crowd rose to their feet, a collective roar echoing around the stadium. With a swift kick, he sent the ball flying into the net, and the crowd erupted into thunderous cheers. Tori jumped up, her voice lost in the noise, pure joy radiating from her.

Jude turned, arms raised in celebration, and for a brief moment, his eyes found hers in the sea of fans. A smile broke across his face, and it felt as if time stood still. It was a moment she would cherish—one that solidified the connection they had begun to forge.

As the match continued, Tori’s mind drifted back to their time together, the laughter they shared, and the way he had looked at her with an intensity that made her heart flutter. She felt an inexplicable pull towards him, one that was exciting but also terrifying. She couldn't help but wonder what this all meant. Was she ready to navigate the complexities of being involved with someone like him?

When the final whistle blew and the game concluded with a triumphant victory for Real Madrid, Tori’s heart soared. She joined in the celebration, cheering along with the throngs of fans. Jude had done it; he had not only played brilliantly but had also made a lasting impression on her.

As she made her way to the players' area, anticipation bubbled within her. She couldn’t wait to see him, to hear his voice and to share in the thrill of his victory. This was the beginning of something unexpected, and she was ready to embrace every moment of it.

Taking a seat at a vacant table, Tori watched the rejoicing crowd disperse, their excitement still palpable in the air. She was grateful for the chance to witness his talent firsthand, but now, she just hoped to catch a moment alone with him amidst the chaos.

After a few moments, she spotted Jude as he walked toward her, still wearing his jersey, the fabric clinging to him in a way that accentuated the toned muscles beneath. His hair was slightly tousled, and a light sheen of sweat glistened on his forehead from the exertion of the match.

“Congratulations on a game well played,” Tori called out, a smile breaking across her face as he approached. Her heart raced, a mix of pride and excitement flooding her senses.

“Thanks, Tori!” Jude grinned, his eyes sparkling with the thrill of triumph. He leaned against the table she sat on, gazing down at her. “Did you enjoy the game?”

“I did, I was on the edge of my seat the entire time!” she grinned, her enthusiasm evident.

“I'm happy you enjoyed yourself, maybe you can come to some more games next year,” Jude suggested, his expression hopeful.

Tori felt her cheeks flush at his invitation. “I’d love to! I had so much fun. You guys were amazing,”

“Thank you,” he grinned boyishly. “Are you doing anything after this?”

“I have no plans,” Tori answered, her heart racing at the prospect of spending more time with him. “What do you have in mind?”

Jude’s smile widened, and he pushed himself off the table, standing tall and confident. “Can I come over to your apartment later? I have a Christmas gift for you.”

“You’re more than welcome to come over, but you didn't have to get me anything.” Tori blushed, rather flattered, even though she chose to take a more modest stance.

“I wanted to,” Jude replied, his tone sincere. “We’ve only known each other a little over a week, but I felt like I should.” Especially after she revealed to him that she wouldn’t be spending the holidays with family, but he didn’t want to voice his empathy; something told him that was the very last thing she wanted.

Tori felt a flicker of warmth in her chest at his thoughtfulness. “Well, I appreciate it. You didn’t have to, but I’m excited to see what it is,” she said, her voice softening.

Jude looked momentarily shy, rubbing the back of his neck. “I have to head back downstairs for interviews, but I’ll see you later?”

“Of course! I’ll be waiting,” Tori replied, her heart fluttering at the thought of seeing him in a more intimate setting.

“Great! I’ll try to wrap things up quickly,” he said, flashing her a charming smile before turning to head back toward the locker room. Tori watched him go, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. The anticipation of spending more time with him was exhilarating, and she couldn’t help but wonder what the evening would hold.

As she sat at the table, Tori replayed the game in her mind, the thrill of watching Jude score still fresh in her memory. She felt a sense of pride for him. It was clear that he was passionate about the sport, and that passion only made her more drawn to him.

After a few minutes, she decided to grab her things and head home to prepare for Jude’s visit. The thought of him coming over made her giddy, and she wanted everything to be perfect.

Once she arrived home, Tori quickly got to work. She straightened up her living room, fluffing the pillows on her couch and lighting a few candles to create a warm ambience. The scent of vanilla filled the air, adding to the cozy atmosphere she was trying to cultivate.

Next, she moved to the kitchen, where she gave a brief once over, before clearing away the pots and pans she’d used to prepare her dinner earlier.

As she waited for Jude, Tori found herself lost in thought, her mind wandering back to the moments they had shared so far. The laughter, the playful banter, and the undeniable chemistry between them all swirled in her mind. She felt a thrill at the prospect of deepening their connection, but also a hint of anxiety.

Shaking off her worries, she focused on the present, reminding herself to enjoy the moment.

Just as she finished tidying up, the doorbell rang, sending a rush of excitement through her. Tori took a deep breath, smoothing her hair and adjusting her sweater before opening the door.

There stood Jude, a bright smile on his face, holding a medium-sized, neatly wrapped box in his hands. “Hi,” he said, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm.

“Hi,” Tori replied softly, stepping aside to let him enter. The moment he crossed the threshold, the energy in the room shifted, and she felt a rush of warmth at his presence.

“Wow, your apartment is nice,” Jude said, taking a deep breath as he looked around.

“Thank you, It’s nothing in comparison to your mansion,” Tori said, trying to play it cool. “But it’s home and I love it here.”

“It’s beautiful,” Jude commented as he gazed out of her living room window to the twinkling city below. “It’s very you,” he smiled.

Despite being mostly decorated with whites and soft pinks, Tori’s apartment was warm and sanctuous.

Tori felt a blush creep onto her cheeks at his compliment, her heart racing a bit faster. There was something about Jude's presence that made her feel seen, appreciated—even desired. She shifted her weight from foot to foot, trying to suppress the thrill that buzzed beneath her skin.

“I’m glad you like it,” Tori said, trying to keep her voice steady. She motioned toward the couch, inviting him to sit as she took a seat across from him, their knees almost touching. “What’s in the box?”

“Oh, just a little something for you,” he replied, his eyes glinting with mischief. He set the box down on the coffee table between them and opened it slowly before handing it to her.

Tori’s jaw dropped as she reached inside the box, pulling out a beautiful Schiaparelli dress. The dress was a sleek, form-fitting black knitted gown with a deep V-neckline. The thin straps were adorned with gold embellishments on the shoulders.

“Jude,” Tori gasped.

“I figured I owed you a dress after spilling a drink on you at the gala,” Jude said with a sheepish grin. “I wanted to make it up to you, and I thought this might be a good start. It just seemed like something you would look beautiful in.”

Tori held the dress up to the light, amazed by its elegance and the thoughtfulness behind the gesture. “It’s gorgeous! I can’t believe you got this for me!” She felt a swell of emotions—gratitude, surprise, and a giddy excitement.

“I’m glad you like it,” he said, leaning forward slightly, his expression earnest. “Maybe you can wear it on our next date?”

Her heart skipped at the suggestion.

Jude’s visit was fleeting as he was set to leave Madrid for England early the next morning. However, before leaving Tori’s apartment, he held her up against her front door, kissing her until she was breathless before leaving her and heading through it.

Even after he left she could still feel his presence on her, the lingering feeling of his lips and tongue against hers would have to suffice until they reunited in The Middle East.

Although Jude’s Christmas was spent in the intimate setting of his family home, Tori captivated his thoughts.

The few days he’d spent back home had been filled with laughter, warm meals, and the familiar comfort of his childhood surroundings. Yet, despite the festive atmosphere, his mind often drifted to Tori. The way she laughed, the sparkle in her eyes when she talked about her dreams, and the gentle way she playfully challenged him t—she had a way of getting under his skin, and he couldn’t stop thinking about the fact that she wouldn’t be with her loved ones.

When it was time for Jude and his mother, Denise, to leave Birmingham and head to Dubai for an awards ceremony, he was ecstatic.

He’d strategically planned for his mother to accompany him to Dubai and attend the awards ceremony with him before heading home, just as Tori was set to arrive in the vibrant city, where they’d see in the new year together.

Glancing at the room number Victoria had messaged him, Jude made his way through the corridors of the luxurious hotel they were staying in for the duration of their trip.

Their rooms were on the same floor, at opposite ends of the hotel. Although Jude would have loved for her to share a room with him, he also wanted to give her space. He knocked on the door, his heart racing with excitement and a hint of nervousness.

Tori opened the door, and the moment their eyes met, everything else faded away. She looked stunning, wearing a flowy white sundress that accentuated her figure and made her look radiant against the backdrop of the luxurious hotel suite. Her hair fell in loose waves around her shoulders, and a soft smile graced her lips.

“Hey!” she beamed, stepping aside to let him in.

Instead of giving her a verbal response, Jude cupped her face pressing her up against the nearest wall to them as he leaned down and pressed a scorching kiss to her lips.

The kiss sent sparks through Tori’s body, igniting every nerve ending as she melted against the wall, her hands instinctively finding their way to Jude's hair, pulling him closer. She could feel the warmth radiating from him, a stark contrast to the coolness of the hotel room.

“Hi,” Jude rasped when they finally broke apart, Tori laughed softly, her cheeks flushed from the intensity of their kiss.

Once they’d curbed their desire for a moment, Jude stepped back slightly, his eyes still locked onto Tori’s. “How was your flight?” he asked, his voice low and sincere.

Tori took a breath, still feeling the lingering warmth of his lips against hers. “It was good! A little long, but I’m just happy to be here,” she replied, a smile breaking across her face.

As they settled into the plush surroundings of Tori's hotel suite, Jude took a moment to absorb everything around him. The walls were adorned with beautiful artwork, and the scent of fresh flowers filled the air, creating an inviting atmosphere that felt intimate and special.

“We can chill for now, later I’m taking you to dinner and then we’re partying after,” Jude said, a playful glint in his eyes. “I have a few places in mind that I think you’ll enjoy.”

Tori's excitement bubbled over. “Sounds perfect! It’s been a while since I’ve had a night out,” she said, her voice filled with enthusiasm. “What do you have planned for dinner?”

“Just a little place that has the best pasta in the city,” Jude replied, leaning back against the plush couch. “But first, I want to hear all about your holiday so far. What have you been up to?”

“Not much, I spent Christmas with Mia and her family,” Tori began, her eyes lighting up at the mention of her friend. “It was cozy and filled with laughter. We did the whole traditional dinner thing and, of course, exchanged a few gifts. How was your Christmas? You looked like you had an amazing time with your family on Instagram.”

“I did,” Jude confirmed. “It’s always nice to be with family,” he said before catching himself as he remembered that Tori had spent her Christmas without hers.

He didn’t know the reason why and he wasn’t going to pry, but gushing about his time with his family felt a little insensitive.

“I may have told a few of my friends about you,” Jude smirked making Victoria do the same, in an attempt to cover up the warmth she felt in her cheeks.

“Told them what?” she asked curiously.

“That I invited a beautiful ballerina to spend the new year in Dubai with us,” Jude revealed making her laugh.

“You couldn't leave out the fact that I’m a ballerina?” Tori said in amusement.

“Of course not! It’s part of your charm,” Jude teased, leaning closer to her and resting his arm on the back of the couch, creating an inviting space between them. “They can't wait to meet you.”

She felt a mixture of warmth and anxiety at his words, so far it had only ever been them in the little bubble they'd forged.

“What if they don’t like me?” Tori laughed nervously, her heart racing at the thought of being introduced to Jude’s friends.

“Trust me, they will. How could they not?” Jude reassured her, his gaze steady and sincere.

They lounged in Tori’s hotel until they were forced to begin getting ready for the evening ahead, Jude made his way back to his suite allowing Tori to concentrate on preparing herself for dinner.

She stood in the middle of her hotel room with three outfit options laid out on the bed, her hair and makeup had been styled and applied to perfection, but she had no idea what outfit to choose from.

Deciding on her most casual choice, Tori slipped it on before putting on her heels which added a few inches to her height.

Making her way into the bathroom, she grabbed her lipgloss applying another layer to her plump lips before dropping it into her purse.

Just then, three knocks on the door interrupted her thoughts. Tori's heart raced with excitement as she rushed to answer it, her anticipation building with each step.

When she opened the door, Jude stood there, looking effortlessly handsome in a fitted black shirt and tailored trousers. His hair was styled perfectly, and he wore a confident smile that made her stomach flutter.

“You look incredible,” he breathed, taking a moment to take her in.

Tori felt her cheeks flush at his compliment. “Thank you! You look pretty good yourself,” she replied, trying to play it cool, but the warmth in her voice betrayed her excitement.

“Shall we?” Jude asked, extending his arm toward her, and together they stepped out into the bustling atmosphere of Dubai.

As they walked through the hotel lobby, Tori couldn’t help but notice how heads turned in their direction. Jude’s presence was magnetic, to both her and his fans.

She took a step back as Jude spoke with a group of six or so men, all of whom were beaming from ear to ear at the chance to meet with one of football's brightest stars.

From the hotel, they made their way over to dinner, where Tori had to give Jude his props; her meal was without a doubt one of the best pasta dishes she had ever eaten.

Once dinner was over, Jude took care of the bill before making his way back to the hotel to meet with his friends.

Toby, Brandon, Marcus, and Jude’s friendship had existed long before any of the men began puberty; it was evident in their interactions that they saw one another as brothers more than anything.

As Jude introduced Tori to the group, the men remained courteous, though somewhat aloof. While he had shared images of her from her Instagram, meeting her in person brought a fresh perspective.

All three men agreed that their brother’s new acquaintance was beautiful, but they kept their interactions with her lighthearted and minimal.

The club followed in the same suit and it was then that Tori couldn't help but notice how uniform it all felt. Jude’s friends stood in front of them, blocking them from the view of the rest of the partygoers as he lathered her in his attention.

She understood that someone of Jude’s level of celebrity would have to take certain precautions to protect their privacy, but it felt too perfectly executed to not be a regular occurrence.

“Are you having a good time?” he murmured into Tori’s ear as his hand found her hip.

"I am, thank you," she said with a playful smirk, leaning into Jude slightly as his hand grazed the warm, smooth skin of her hip.

"Good, because I want to make sure you’re enjoying yourself," he replied, his breath sending shivers down her spine. She could feel the weight of his gaze, a mixture of admiration and something deeper that made her heart race.

Around them, the party pulsed with energy—laughter and music mingling in the air, the glow of fairy lights casting a warm hue on the crowd. But in this little bubble they had created, it felt like it was just the two of them, suspended in a moment that was both exhilarating and surreal.

Tori glanced at Jude's friends, who were engaged in their own conversations, seemingly oblivious to the magnetic connection between her and Jude. It was both comforting and disconcerting. She wondered how many times Jude had pulled this same manoeuvre, how many other girls had felt the thrill of his attention while being shielded from the prying eyes of the world just to become a distant memory.

"Can I ask you something?" she said, her voice barely above a whisper as she turned to face him fully, their bodies inches apart.

“Anything,” he replied, that charming smile of his never wavering.

“Are you having a good time?” she asked, a teasing edge to her tone.

Jude chuckled softly, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “The only thing that would make it better is if you kissed me.”

Tori felt her heart skip a beat at his bold suggestion. Her cheeks flushed, and she couldn't help but smile at his playful confidence. "Is that right?" she teased, raising an eyebrow as she leaned in closer to him, feeling the warmth radiating off his body.

"Absolutely," Jude replied, his voice low and inviting. He took a small step closer, their bodies almost touching now, the music around them fading into a distant buzz as their focus narrowed.

With a teasing grin, Tori tilted her head slightly, her eyes locked onto his. "What's stopping you?"

Jude's breath caught in his throat as he watched her, the anticipation hanging in the air between them. "Absolutely nothing," he murmured, pressing his lips against hers.

The kiss ignited a spark, sending waves of warmth coursing through Tori’s body as she melted into him. Jude’s lips were soft yet firm, his kiss both possessive and tender, igniting a fire within her that she hadn't anticipated. The world around them faded into a blur, the laughter, the flashing lights, and the pulsating music all became background noise to the symphony that was their connection.

Tori's hands found their way to Jude's hair, fingers threading through the soft strands as she pulled him closer, deepening the kiss. She felt exhilarated, lost in the moment, as if nothing else mattered. It was just them, two souls colliding in a whirlwind of passion and chemistry.

When they finally broke apart, both breathless, Jude rested his forehead against hers, their eyes locked in a gaze that spoke volumes. He didn't exactly know what this was between them, but he enjoyed it. Vitoria made herself so easy to want, so easy to crave.

The club had been fun, and very much a learning experience for Tori who saw first-hand how the world seemed to bend to Jude’s will, it was both exhilarating and extremely daunting.

By the time they made it back to the hotel it had long since passed midnight, jude’s friends had left the elevator on their respective floors leaving him alone with Tori once again.

“Good night, Jude,” she smiled softly as she walked into his open arms, allowing his hands to travel the planes of her back before slipping to caress her ass as she melted into him a combination of the alcohol she’d drank and his intoxicating scent making her feel rather lustful.

“Good night, Tori,” he murmured into her shoulder pressing a kiss against it before letting her go.

Very easily, Tori could have fallen into him and allowed him to take her back to his hotel room, but she wanted him to want her. She wanted him to take the lead.

Turning on her heels, Tori went to walk away from Jude, only to hear him mumble something under his breath before she felt his hands on her again as he pulled her body back to his.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Jude’s voice was low and laced with a blend of amusement and desire, his breath warm against her neck. Tori shivered, a thrill racing down her spine as she felt his body pressed firmly against her, the heat radiating off him igniting the air between them.

“To bed,” she teased, casting a coy glance over her shoulder. The playful spark in her eyes was a challenge—one that stirred something deep within him.

“without me?” He chuckled softly.

“I thought that was the point of getting separate hotel rooms,” Tori giggled as Jude turned her around so she faced him.

“You have your own room because I don't want to crowd your space, not because I don't want you in mine,” he confessed, his gaze locking onto hers with an intensity that made her heart race. There was a weight in his words, a promise laced with an unspoken yearning that hung in the air between them.

Tori felt a rush of heat flood her cheeks as she took in the sincerity of his statement. The tension was palpable, a magnetic pull that drew her closer to him despite their playful banter. “Really?” she whispered, teasingly tilting her head in a way that made her hair fall seductively across her shoulder.

“Absolutely,” he murmured, his hands shifting to cradle her face gently, his eyes darkened with a mix of desire and determination. “I want you, Tori. But I want you to want me too.”

Her breath caught in her throat at his admission, the honesty in his eyes making her heart flutter. “I want you, Jude,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper, desperation creeping in as the distance between them threatened to shatter.

“Then let me in.”

Audaciously Jude leaned in, brushing his lips softly against hers, a fleeting connection that sent a surge of electric heat racing through her. Tori answered his kiss, deepening it, her hands moving instinctively to the back of his neck as she urged him closer.

Jude responded with fervency, his arms encircling her waist, pulling her tightly against him as he poured all his longing and impatience into a raw, intoxicating kiss. Time seemed to stand still, the world around them fading as they lost themselves in each other.

Conscious of the fact that they were standing in the middle of a hotel corridor, Jude pulled away from Tori’s lips, taking her hand so he could lead her to his suite.

As they walked, Tori felt a wave of anticipation come over her as she allowed Jude to lead, taking in the broadness of his shoulders and the way her hand felt in his as he guided her toward a moment between them she knew she wouldn't soon forget.

The soft glow of the hallway lights illuminated the path ahead, casting shadows that danced against the walls, mirroring the fluttering excitement in her chest.

When they reached the door, Jude paused again, his thumb gently stroking the back of her hand, sending shivers up her arm. “Are you sure want this?” he asked, his voice low and sincere, searching her eyes for any hesitation.

Tori met his gaze, her heart racing. “I’ve never been more sure about anything,” she replied, her voice steady despite the whirlwind of emotions inside her. There was a daring spark in her that urged her to embrace this moment, to explore the chemistry that had crackled between them since the moment they met.

With a soft smile, Jude leaned into her pressing his lips against hers once again, this time with a deeper hunger as he slipped his tongue into her mouth. The kiss ignited something primal within Tori, a longing that had been simmering just beneath the surface. His hands slipped to her waist, pulling her closer as he deepened the kiss, their bodies fitting together as if they had been made for one another.

Blindly unlocking the door to his suite, Jude used his body to ease Tori inside before using his foot to close it behind them.

Jude tossed the plastic key card onto the table in the room's entryway before scooping Tori up into his arms and gently setting her down on the surface as well.

Parting her legs, he came to stand between them as Tori’s hands went to her shoulders, pulling him closer in search of his addictive lips.

Their lips collided with a passion that left Tori breathless, igniting a fire within her that demanded to be quenched. She could feel Jude's warmth enveloping her, his hands roaming her sides, exploring the curves of her body with a delicate yet possessive touch.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he murmured between kisses, his breath hot against her skin as he traced his fingers down her arms, sending shivers coursing through her.

Tori felt a rush of exhilaration at his words, the sincerity in his tone urging her to let go of any lingering doubts. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer, craving the connection that sparked between them. “Show me,” she whispered against his lips, her voice thick with desire.

With a low growl, Jude responded, his hands gripping her waist as he lifted her effortlessly, his strength making her feel both safe and desired. He carried her further into the suite, navigating through the dim light until he reached the bedroom.

Placing Tori down onto her heeled feet, Jude’s lips found her neck as he reached for the hem of her top so he could pull it over her head.

"You're so beautiful," Jude said barely above a whisper as Tori’s top fell to the floor, the pad of his thumb circling her nipple as he gazed down into her eyes.

Tori felt her heart race at his words, her breath hitching in her throat. The warmth of his gaze made her skin tingle, and she leaned into his touch, craving more of the connection they were building.

"Jude," she murmured, her voice barely audible, the heat between them intensifying. She could feel the weight of his desire mingling with her own, a heady blend that ignited every nerve ending in her body.

He leaned closer, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, "I want to know everything there is about your body, it’s so fucking perfect." The sincerity in his voice sent shivers down her spine, and she felt a rush of emotion swell in her chest.

Tori watched Jude as he knelt in front of her, his gaze locked onto hers. He carefully took off her shoes and then moved to the waistband of her pants, gently sliding them down to reveal the delicate lace thong she wore beneath.

“Go and lay on the bed,” he commanded softly, his voice low and sultry, filled with an undeniable authority that sent a thrill through Tori.

With a mix of eagerness and anticipation, Tori complied, her heart racing as she turned and made her way to the bed. The soft sheets beckoned her, and she sank down onto the plush surface, propping herself up on her elbows to watch Jude with an inviting smile.

“Take off your thong,” Jude requested, his voice a low murmur filled with desire, his eyes darkening as he soaked in the sight of her. The intensity of his gaze made Tori's breath hitch, and she felt a rush of exhilaration at his command.

With a teasing smile, she slowly hooked her fingers into the waistband of her thong, pulling it slowly down her legs in a deliberate motion, feeling the cool air brush against her skin. She tossed the delicate garment aside, revealing herself completely to him.

Jude's breath caught in his throat as he took in the sight before him. “Fuck,” he murmured, a mix of awe and desire flooding his voice. “You’re so beautiful.”

The heat radiating between them grew more intense as Tori felt a deluge of confidence wash over her. She was exposed and vulnerable, but the look in Jude’s eyes made her feel powerful and desired in a way that sent her heart racing.

“Come here,” Jude beckoned, his tone heavy with desire as he stood up. Moving closer to the bed, he grasped Tori's ankle, gently tugging her towards the edge.

Getting down onto his knees, Jude let out a groan as he inhaled her feminine essence his eyes fixed on the beauty before him. The tension in the air was electric, charged with suspense as he took in every detail of her form, the way the moonlight danced across her skin, highlighting her curves and casting a soft glow around her.

“Jude…” Tori breathed, her voice a mix of longing and urgency as she felt the weight of his gaze. The way he looked at her made her feel both desired and cherished, a combination that sent shivers down her spine.

“Be patient,” he replied, his voice low and soothing, as he leaned in closer, his breath warm against her skin. With a gentle yet deliberate motion, he began to kiss his way up her thighs, planting soft, lingering kisses that made her heart race and her body ache for more.

Tori gasped, her fingers tangling in his hair as she urged him on, encouraging him to explore further. Each kiss ignited a fire within her, stoking the embers of desire that had been building between them since the moment they met.

“Jude, please,” she begged, her voice thick with need, wanting him to take her completely.

He looked up at her, his eyes dark with desire, a smirk playing on his lips as he continued his slow, teasing exploration. “Patience, Tori. This little pussy has been on my mind all night.”

With that, he pressed his lips against her most sensitive spot, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body. Tori's back arched as a moan escaped her lips, the sensation overwhelming her senses. She could feel the heat pooling in her core, a desperate need building within her as he continued to tease and tantalize.

“Jude!” she cried out, her voice a mixture of pleasure and desperation. The world around her faded away, leaving only the intoxicating sensation of his mouth on her, his hands gripping her hips, holding her in place as he lavished attention on her.

“What?” he taunted, his voice low and raspy as he continued to work his magic, sucking her clit between his lips as he lashed his head back and forth feasting on her.

"Oh my god, Jude!" Tori whimpered as his mouth explored every sensitive inch of her, sending bolts of electricity surging through her veins. Her hips bucked against his face slick and dripping with a fusion of her arousal and his saliva, seeking out more of the inexplicable pleasure he was delivering, her hands fisting in the sheets below as she struggled to maintain her composure.

Jude obliged, devouring her with increasing intensity, his tongue lapping at her folds before circling her throbbing nub, sending her spiralling into a maelstrom of sensations. The wet heat of his mouth and the scrape of his stubble on her inner thighs only added to the intense pleasure coursing through her, building with each press of his lips and every drag of his tongue.

"Fuck, I love how responsive you are, Tori," Jude groaned against her, the vibrations travelling through her and making her quiver. He increased the cadence, his movements becoming more calculated and precise as he circled her entrance with his middle finger before pushing it inside of her.

“Oh my god!” Tori squealed, her hand flying up to cover her mouth as her back arched from the bed in pure, unadulterated ecstasy.

Jude groaned, the sound rumbling deep in his chest as he continued to finger her, stretching and curling his digit inside her dripping core. Tori's essence coated his tongue and lips, an intoxicating flavor that fueled his hunger for her. He devoured her, sucking her clit and sliding his fingers in and out of her quivering pussy, drawing out her climax.

Tori's body began to tremble, her walls gripping around his finger as he worked her towards the pinnacle of pleasure. "Jude, I'm...I'm gonna..." she panted, her eyes squeezing shut as the pressure built.

He increased the pace, his thumb circling her clit as he fingered her, determined to send her over the edge. "Give it to me," he rasped against her slick flesh. "Cum in my fucking mouth."

Jude groaned, the sound rumbling deep in his chest as he buried his face into Tori's dribbling cunt, drinking down her release like a man dying of thirst. Her essence coated his tongue, an intoxicating taste that fueled his craving for her. He savored each quiver and spasm of her orgasm, prolonging the pleasure until he felt her begin to relax under him.

With a final, contented hum against her stillquivering folds, Jude lifted his head, gazing up at Tori with a smug, satisfied smirk. Tori, for her part, lay panting on the bed, her eyes glassy and unfocused, a blissful smile playing on her lips.

"Fuck," she whispered, her voice hoarse from her cries of pleasure. She reached down with a trembling hand to run her fingers through Jude's hair, pulling him up to meet her gaze.

“I want you,” Tori murmured as she raised her head to meet his lips, wrapping her arms around his shoulders as she welcomed his weight on top of her.

Jude's eyes darkened with desire at her words, and he captured her lips in a heated kiss, pouring all of his longing into the connection. Tori could feel the heat radiating from him, and the urgency of the moment sent a thrill through her. She wanted him, needed him, and the way he responded to her touch only intensified her desire.

Tori let out a gasp as Jude’s hand abruptly found the crease of her right knee, pinning her leg to the bed as the tip of his cock brushed feverishly against her.

“I need a condom,” he drawled against her mouth.

Tori's heart raced at the urgency in his voice, the heat of the moment intensifying as she felt the weight of his body pressing against hers. “Grab one the nightstand,” he managed to dictate, his voice breathless with anticipation.

Blindly reaching for the nightstand, Tori frantically searched for the small drawer, her fingers trembling with excitement. She finally found the handle and pulled it open, her heart racing as she rummaged through the contents. Her breath hitched when she felt the cool foil packet beneath her fingers.

“Put it on for me,” Jude requested, his voice low and filled with urgency, his eyes dark with desire as he watched her with an intensity that made her pulse quicken.

Tori nodded, her heart racing as she pulled the condom from the package. She could feel the heat radiating from Jude, the anticipation crackling in the air between them. With a mix of eagerness and nervousness, she reached for him, her fingers brushing against his length as she rolled the condom onto him, her breath hitching at the sensation.

“Perfect,” he murmured, his voice thick with need as he captured her lips in another heated kiss, pouring all of his pent-up desire into the connection. Tori could feel the urgency in his movements, in the way he pressed against her, as if he couldn’t wait any longer.

His hand instinctively found the crease of her knee once again as he pinned into to the bed, his teeth clamping down on bottom lip as he rolled his hips into Tori’s, filling her.

Tori gasped at the sensation, her body arching instinctively to meet him as he filled her completely. The heat of him, the weight of his body pressing down on her, sent waves of pleasure coursing through her. She could feel every inch of him, the way he stretched her, and her bodies sweet resistance igniting a fire deep within her core.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Jude moaned, his voice low and husky as he began to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate at first, allowing her to climatize to the sensation of him stretching her.

Tori locked gazes with Jude, her eyes widening at the intense, primal look in his. He was looking at her like a man possessed, his gaze burning with a fire that matched the heat radiating from their joined bodies.

Pressing his forehead against Tori’s , Jude deepened his thrusts, the rhythm of their bodies enthralling and electrifying.

"Jude," Tori breathed, feeling every inch of him as he stretched her more with each determined thrust. The way he filled her completely sent shivers of pleasure spiraling down her spine, igniting every nerve ending. She wrapped her legs around his hips, urging him deeper as her body instinctively responded to his rhythm.

“Oh fuck,” he grumbled, his voice thick with need as he set a pace that was both teasing and urgent. Each movement sending barreling waves of pleasure coursing through her, building pressure within her core.

Tori could only manage a breathless moan, the intensity of their connection consuming her. Every thrust brought them closer together, the heat between them palpable. “More…please,” she urged, desperation seeping into her voice. She craved that exhilarating feeling of release, and she needed him to push her over the edge.

From position to position, it was evident in the way Jude handled her body so thoroughly that he was stating his claim; the way his hand gripped the inside of her thigh as he held her leg open and the other tangled in her hair as he lay on his side, fucking her from behind.

“Tori, I’m going to cum,” he groaned into her ear, pushing his face into the clammy side of her neck as he rolled his hips into her, his sheathed cock kissing against the cushiony surface of her cervix.

Tori felt a rush of euphoria at his words, the heat of his body pressed against her, fuelling her own desire. “Yes, Jude,” she breathed, her voice thick with longing. “I want to feel you cum inside me. Please.”

With a low growl, Jude responded, increasing his pace, driving deeper, harder. The sensation of him filling her completely was intoxicating, and Tori could feel the familiar tightness coiling in her belly, the sweet promise of release drawing closer with each thrust.

“My god, you feel amazing,” he panted, his breath hot against her skin, sending chills down her spine. He buried his face in her neck, his stubble grazing her skin as he moved with an urgency that mirrored her own need. Each thrust was deliberate, stoking the fire that burned between them.

Reaching around her, Jude laced his fingers with Tori’s, his eyes closed and his face nestled against the side of her neck as he filled the condom he wore, warming her from the inside out.

“Tori!” he moaned into her ear as he came.

Tori felt a wave of pleasure crash over her, a sensation that started deep within and radiated outward as his body tensed against hers. The heat of his release pulsed inside her, and she gasped at the intensity, her body responding in kind, a rush of ecstasy flooding every nerve ending.

“Jude,” she whimpered, her voice shaky, caught in the whirlwind of her own climax that seemed to draw even closer, teetering on the edge. The way he moved inside her, still wrapped tight in a union that felt both possessive and blissful, pushed her over the brink. She could feel her body contracting around him, matching the rhythm of his release as her own waves of euphoria began to crest.

The only sound filling the air was the mingling of their heavy breaths and the gentle rustle of sheets beneath them. Jude pulled back slightly, his cock slipping from Victoria as he turned her over to face him.

“Hi,” she smiled shyly as if she hadn't just submitted to his every desire.

Jude's lips curved into a smirk, the playful glint in his eyes unmistakable as he took in the sight of her, flushed and radiant, a beautiful contrast to the raw desire that had enveloped them moments ago. “Hi,” he replied, his voice low and full of warmth, the remnants of passion still lingering around them.

Tori could feel her heart racing, a mixture of exhilaration and vulnerability washing over her. The shy smile lingering on her lips spoke volumes, and Jude's gaze softened, its intensity grounding her in the quiet aftermath of their encounter.

“Are you okay?” he teased, brushing a thumb over her bottom lip, the gesture tender amidst the electrifying tension that still flickered in the air between them.

“More than I can say,” she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. The vivid memories of pleasure flooding in, igniting a satisfying warmth within her. “Kiss me again,” Tori whispered, her eyes glimmering with desire.

Jude didn’t hesitate. He closed the distance, capturing her mouth with his, their lips meeting in a soft, lingering kiss.

Rolling off of her, Jude sat up in the bed before shuffling to the edge and getting up, grabbing the shirt he'd worn that night, and handing it to Tori before heading into the bathroom to remove the used condom from his length.

When he returned, she was sitting up, her back resting against the bed's grand headboard as she browsed the hotel’s room service menu.

“Hungry?” Jude smirked as Tori looked up at him, a playful glint in her eyes.

“Starving, actually. I think I burned off a few calories,” she teased, her cheeks still flushed from their earlier encounter.

Jude chuckled, shaking his head in amusement as he joined her on the bed, leaning in to see the menu she was perusing. “What are you in the mood for?” he asked, his voice still laced with that sultry undertone that sent shivers down her spine as he climbed back into the bed.

“Maybe something like a burger and fries?” she suggested, biting her lip as she met his gaze.

“Order it,” he replied a mischievous glint in his eyes as he handed her the room's phone to Oder their food. “I want a milkshake too,”

he added, a playful smirk on his lips. “You know, to make it a real late-night feast.”

Tori laughed, her heart feeling lighter with each passing moment. “A milkshake, huh? You're a really bad influence because now I want one too,” she pouted teasingly as she dialed the room service number. “What flavor?”

“Chocolate, of course,” he answered as if she was supposed to know, as he reached for Tori and pulled her body on top of his so she straddled him.

Tori giggled, the playful intimacy of their position adding to the warmth that spread through her. She could feel his heart beating beneath her, a steady rhythm that matched the excitement bubbling inside her. “Chocolate it is,” she replied, licking her lips as she leaned down to kiss him playfully.

As she settled back into her seat, still perched on his lap, Tori felt his hands slide around her waist, holding her firmly in place. The sensation sent a thrill through her, reminding her of the electric connection they had just shared. She quickly placed the order for a burger, fries, and two chocolate milkshakes, all the while stealing glances at Jude, who watched her curiously.

“Got everything?” he asked, a teasing lilt in his voice.

“Yes! We’re all set,” she said, her excitement evident as she hung up the phone.

“Now we wait,” Jude said, his voice low and smooth, his eyes sparkling with mischief. He leaned in closer, brushing his lips against hers in a soft kiss. "And in the meantime..."

Before she could react, Jude rolled them over so that he was on top, pinning her gently to the bed.

“More sex?” Tori huffed sarcastically.

“No, I just like being close to you,” Jude said with a playful grin, his eyes twinkling with malfeasance. "But if you insist..." He leaned down, capturing her lips in another heated kiss, his body pressing against hersl.

Tori felt a rush of warmth spread through her at his words, her heart racing as she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer. “I really need to grab a few things from my hotel room,”

she managed to say between kisses, trying to keep her mind focused on the task at hand despite the overwhelming desire coursing through her veins.

Jude paused, his lips hovering just above hers, a playful smirk on his face. “You can grab them later. Right now, I’d much rather focus on this,” he replied, his voice low and inviting.

Tori bit her lip, caught in the heat of the moment, but the thought of sleeping in makeup nagged at her. “But I need my makeup wipes and my pyjamas,” she protested lightly.

“Fine,” Jude huffed dramatically, as he rolled from on top of Tori allowing her the room to get up, he watched as she walked into the ensuite bathroom before returning a few moments later in a plush white robe.

Forgoing shoes, she made her way out of Jude’s room quickly heading over to her own to grab what she needed and return before their food arrived.

Closing the room door behind herself, Tori went to take a step in the direction of Jude’s room only to collide with a firm blazer-covered torso.

Tori looked up, her eyes wide as she realized she had bumped into into someone. “My apologies, I wasn't paying attention,” she stammered, trying to regain her composure as she took a step back.

The man in front of her was tall, with a sharp jawline and a slightly bemused expression on his face. “No harm done,” he said smoothly, his eyes scanning her robe-clad body briefly before settling on her face. “Nice shoes,” he smirked taking notice of her bare feet.

Tori felt her cheeks flush with embarrassment, quickly glancing down at her bare feet. “Thanks, but I wasn’t exactly planning on a fashion statement,” she replied.

The man chuckled, leaning against the doorframe with an easy confidence. “No worries, you're so beautiful I almost didn't notice you're currently in a robe.”

“Thanks,” Tori blushed as the man stood up straight, running his hand down the front of his pristine blazer, offering her a smile before taking off again.

Pushing the interaction to the back of her mind as she made her way back to Jude’s room,

When Tori entered Jude’s room, she found him sprawled out on the bed, scrolling through his phone, a relaxed grin on his face. The sight of him brought a smile to her lips, and she felt her heart flutter at the intimacy they had just shared.

“Everything okay?” he asked, glancing up from his screen as she walked in.

Instead of giving him a worded response, Tori held up her items she retrieved before heading into the bathroom to rid her face of the make up she wore and change.

A short while later, Tori and Jude sat in his bed sharing a meal as they laughed and exchanged stories, the playful banter flowing effortlessly between them. The delicious aroma of the burger and fries filled the air, mingling with the sweet scent of the chocolate milkshakes that stood tall in their glasses.

“This is the best post-night out meal ever,” Tori declared, taking a big bite of her burger. The flavors bursting in her mouth, and she couldn't help but moan in delight.

Jude raised an eyebrow, a teasing smirk playing on his lips as he watched her closely. “That good?”

Tori giggled, a flush creeping to her cheeks as she swallowed her food. “Absolutely!,” she replied, her eyes sparkling with warmth as they met Jude’s. “Plus, the company isn’t too bad either.”

Jude grinned, leaning in closer. “I’ll take that as a compliment,” he said, his voice low and playful, as he took a bite of her burger, humming in agreement of how good if was.

“You should,” Tori responded with a soft smile.

Within the space of an hour they’d gone from an intense and passionate tryst, to laughing and flirting with each other like school kids and Victoria found herself admiring the duality.

From the moment they’d met, he’d done everything in his power to make her feel at ease around him and she liked it.

“I was thinking, tomorrow we should have a beach day. A friend of mine owns a private beach out here in Dubai, it’s completely out of the way and one of the most beautiful places I’ve ever been,” Jude explained.

Tori's eyes lit up at the suggestion, the thought of spending the day at a private beach with Jude sending a thrill of excitement through her. "That sounds amazing!" she exclaimed, her enthusiasm bubbling over. "I could definitely use some sun and sand."

Jude chuckled, his gaze warm and inviting. "If you want sand and sun, I can take you to the desert and leave you there,” he said teasingly.

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