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Part 2 to TOWTSYFDTOTBYCF (what an acronym) absolutely looking forward to see how their relationship progresses!
I absolutely love that while at his work Lee Sooneung refers to reader as a ball of sunshine, she really is a cutie. I absolutely love all the idol cameos and the banter between reader and cheol at the
weekend getaway, likes it's so cute. I love reader opening up too and Cheol listening, the relationship progression is so cute.
And the angst kicks in, I'm so sick and heartbroken no :( like especially after that weekend :(((. âYou donât think I know that? You donât think about how you preoccupy my thoughts every second, of every minute, of every hour, of every day?â He leaned forward, his arms fencing you at your side as his hand gripped the edge of the desk, fingernails clawing into the paint. âIf I had my way, Iâd fucking throw all this shit out the window and spread you on my desk before making every wish and command that comes out of your mouth a reality until youâre begging me to stop.â â oh.my.god. I giggled LOL, that was so attractive of him, reader's entire reaction thereafter is so fucking real.
The timer for the foreplay??? that's so creative and absolutely evil oh my god. I'm glad we got the history as to why their friendship ended back then and it's truly sad the length parents go.
His hand brushed over your waist, pulling you towards him, gazing at you with tenderness in his eyes you couldnât even fathom for words. âAmongst the lies, I didnât want that to be one of them.â â this was so fucking sweet I'm going to sob.
That was the first of a handful of incidents, but the most memorable of the bunch, at least for everyone below Seungcheol. To this day, the office commemorates it as âThe day no one knew why Mr. Choi was taking his lunch break for so long.â That had started a flurry of new rumors going around the building, and honestly, Seungcheol liked these ones better. â god this is such a cute way to end it. I love that we see them in their relationships being so happy, like every aspect from start to finish I absolutely loved. God I love them so much. I'm so glad I finally read it!
the one where the stranger you fake date turns out to be your childhood friend (m) [2]
A Valentine collaboration hosted by @camandemstudios and their masterlist
Pairing: office manager!seungcheol x childhood friend!fem!reader Genre: romcom, smut , fluff, slight angst Word count: current 21.9k (total w.c. 34.4k) rating: R Summary: In a world where relationships mattered just as much as money or status did, Seungcheol found himself wrapped up with a person from twenty years ago. He didn't know how you remembered him, and frankly he didn't know how he remembered you, but the way you've reentered his life, like a gust of wind, he didn't think he'll ever forget you now. tags: MDNI, Childhood rivals to Best friends to Ex-best Friends to Strangers to Fake Dating to Lovers (try to keep up),childhood trauma, mentions of neglectful parents, mentions of injury and sabotage, random idol features, reader and seungcheol in their 30s, grump x sunshine, fake dating au, office au, taekwondo buddies, virgin!seungcheol, experienced!reader, food & alcohol scenes, yearning, reader wears a dress, drinking, tipsy intimacy, heavy eye contact, grinding, dry humping, exhibitionism, nipple play, fingering, cunnilingus, hair pulling (m. rec.), pet names (good boy)
[Part 1 in case you missed it]
âHi! Sorry for intruding, but I bought coffee for everyone in the office!â
Surprise visits at work was a thing that couples did on occasion, so you thought it couldnât hurt to try it. And as long as you gave a peace offering, nothing should go wrong. To your expectations, your surprise visit came with a whole welcome wagon. Passing through the hall, everyone in his department approached you with confused glances before swarming with warming greetings back as they accepted your bribes. It got loud enough to demand the attention of the office manager, hearing the muffled voices that bled through the thin cracks of his office walls. âWhat is the cause of all thisâwhat are you doing here?â
Your eyes lit up at his appearance, immediately dropping the carrier of coffees in the next available personâs hand before rushing over to join his side. âI came to see you!â
âWhat about the cafe?â
âI brought a different lunch, just to change it up. We can enjoy it in your office.â
Before you could enter the door behind you, he took hold of your wrist, stopping you in your tracks. âItâs a mess in there,â he said through his teeth, code word for âoff limitsâ but if youâve learned anything from the time you spent with this loon, there was no such thing as limits.
âAw, baby! You know, I donât care about any of that! Come on, letâs go!â
His resistance was no match against your sheer will as you pulled him away with a rough tug, subjecting him to a public, involuntary kidnapping in front of all his coworkers while they waved you off, happily enjoying their refreshments.Â
As the door shut, you dropped the take out on a table by a couch in a corner, letting out a low whistle. In good mafia boss manner, you jutted your lips out with your hands in your pockets and nodded as you scanned the room, thinking to yourself, âif only you accepted that job back in the day,â but if you did, it would be under a corporation, and the thought tasted bitter in your mouth.
âWow, this is nice,â you commented haughtily, scanning the perimeter of the room.
He licked his teeth, looking as if heâs about to snap. âYouâre pushing it. We didnât discuss this.â
âRelax, will you? I needed to do something other than go to the cafe because theyâll think thatâs all we do.â
âNot my problem. It was the perfect balance between life and work. What if they hear more than they should?â
âWe keep our voices low, just like we did at the cafe.âÂ
You trod over to the couch, breaking open the take out, starving after running around with a wagon stacked high with carriers of coffee. You were thinking, at this point, you were practically that cafeâs sponsor. âLook, if I visit here all the time, youâll never even have to leave. Plus, youâll optimize your work hours, get things done here while we carry on with our obligations. Besides, itâs so much more private here, youâd hardly even have to do any pretending.â
He crossed his arms walking over to you, eyes fixed sternly.ââŠWhy are you being so useful for once?â he asked suspiciously.
You smiled, extending your hand with takeout in your grip. âChicken or beef?â
Your visits to the VENTE Co. office became an every other day occurrence, replacing the lunch dates that would take place in the cafe, now preoccupying the time slot of 11:55 to 12:50 and leaving on the dot. They were so often you were this close to earning a frequent visitor badge made of plastic and not of paper like you were first given, and admittedly that excited you and simultaneously worried Seungcheol that theyâd offer you something so official.
âWhatâs the point of the bachelor party anyway?â
âA bachelor or a bachelorette party is where the person engaged celebrates the last night of âbeing singleâ before marriage. Doing things like partying, having fun, but most of the time still clean and appropriate, although television may depict it otherwise.â
âThen isnât a coed bachelor/bachelorette party contradicting?â
âItâs breaking tradition, and Iâm for it! I think itâs sweet that they want to celebrate it together instead of making a big deal about celebrating it apart. Really shows how much they love and are willing to be with each other. Itâs always been more for the wedding party anyway. The drinking, the games, clubbing.â
He stopped you from continuing. âHow much drinking? What kind of games? And is the clubbing optional?â
You let out half a chuckle, knowing that these questions would eventually come forth. âThe details are to be determined.â
âGreat.â
âSound more excited.â
âGreatâŠâ
âThere was no difference in your tone.â
âI enunciated.â
You sighed, bowing your head. âOkay, fine. Iâll let you get back to work.â
âIâll walk you out.â
He escorted you out of his office, as heâs done every time youâve come, to ensure that you donât arouse suspicion from lack of appearances, while you clung to his side like a leech. Youâve begun seeing the difference it made, watching everyone that met your eyes and his with a bit more ease than the first encounter you had with any of them. It was starting to be amusing once they began conversations, asking if you both had anything special to eat, and Seungcheol would eventually give a curt answer when you gave him the nudge he needed. He was growing before your very eyes, improving endearingly everyday.
âManager Choi!â
A man with salt and pepper hair approached before either of you got very far, his voice traveling from the end of that hall, reaching Seungcheolâs ears, to which he promptly greeted him back. âHello Sir. I didnât expect to see you today.â
He returned the respectful welcome with a fatherly grin, patting him on the back. âWell, I was in the neighborhood and decided to make a visit to the branches in the area, do a random check in. Outstanding work as always.â
Seungcheol nodded, a hint of a smile on his face. âThank you, sir.â
âAnd who might this visionary be?â The man asked, gesturing over to you with an open hand. âHead of VENTE, Lee Sooneung.â
âPleasure to meet you, Mr. Lee!â You brightly greeted, shaking the hand as you introduced yourself as the girlfriend. âIâm just visiting him at lunch.â
âWell, arenât you both just darling? Where have you kept her all this time, Choi?â
Mr. Lee was a bit of a talker, and when he got started, he was the only one that was able to stop it, but there was you. Seungcheol came to realize that you were effortless in pivoting conversations, always knowing how to move them along so they wouldnât drag out. And to Mr. Leeâs knowledge, he didn't notice, or if he did, he didnât seem to care. You made good company, and Seungcheol didnât appreciate that enough when he knew he should.
âChoi, you must come to this charity event. My wife and I will host it three Sundays from now, and bring the ball of sunshine with you.â
Before Seungcheol could answer, you interjected cheerfully, âWeâd be happy to attend.â
âWonderful. Well, Iâll let you two be on your way. Donât be too in love, not on the companyâs dime.â
You both bidded him goodbye and walked towards the elevators, leading towards the exit.
âWhyâd you say that?â he mumbled, under his breath.
âWhat?â You asked in a normal volume.
He stepped closer, repeating the words in hushed tones. ââWeâd be happy to attend?â When did we ever discuss this? This wasnât on our set agenda.â
âWe can add it,â you argued, âYou want people to like you, this charity event can be good for that. Itâs charity for crying out loud.â
âThatâs my boss, he doesnât need to like me. He just needs to value me.â
âHow is that any different?â
The elevator doors slid open and you both began heading towards the exits, already seeing the cab he called ahead for you. However, before you could take another step, he dropped his voice lower, pulling you closer and cupped his hand to your ear, making the gesture and words that came out of his mouth look more intimate than they should as a shiver ran down your spine.Â
âI didnât get as far as I did by being a kiss-ass.â
You lightly shoved him off before you jumped in your cab. âGoing to one event wonât make you a kiss-ass. Think of it as networking, building your rapport with other people in your industry. Thereâs no certainty that youâll stay in this position forever, and I doubt thatâs what you want either. Having a back up plan, or plans, isnât a bad idea. I think they might exist at this event. and you could do yourself some good by going.â
ââŠWho the hell are you?â
Grinning from ear to ear, you closed the door, rolling down the back seat window to have the final word. âSomeone whoâs about to take a very, very long food induced coma.â
He leaned against the door. âHave you ever considered that youâre a terrifying person?â
âHave a good day at work!â
Just when Seungcheol thought things were getting just a little bit easier, you somehow managed to throw something else in his way. He shouldâve expected it. He shouldâve known better. This was you after all. Just like he shouldâve seen what else was coming that following weekend.
It was early Saturday and somehow Seungcheol still managed to get a work out in. The bachelor/bachelorette party you mentioned was being held that day, and somehow, you managed to convince him that it was worth leaving the house to stay the night in a beach house miles and miles away with about ten other couples. Well, convince was a strong word, what word he really wouldâve used wasâ
ââTrick.â He clicked the roof of his mouth while staring at the banner that clearly stated, âWelcome to Seokjinâs and Eunbiâs Bach Overnight Weekend.â âYou tricked me.â
âI did no such thing,â You told back, attempting an air of innocence.
He pointed an accusatory finger, his lips forming a line to present an unamused, but unsurprised, expression. âI shouldâve known. No wonder you took extra long in my bathroom. You were sneaking clothes out of my closet for an overnight bag.â
âI couldâve sworn I told you,â you defended, throwing the said duffle over your shoulder.
âYou most certainly did not.â
â...Okay, I didnât.â
He tightly shut his eyes, squeezing them as if the situation brought him to physical pain. âI was led to believe it was one night, not a whole weekend.â
You groaned, âIt was a last-minute decision. Itâs only overnight because the place they chose is so damn far, and no one wanted to drive all the way back when thereâs drinking involved. They wanted to be responsible.â
âYou couldâve declined, or warned me so I couldâve declined.â
âCheol,â you whined apologetically.
âGuys, you made it! Welcome to casa de Kim!âÂ
âJin!â You smiled, changing directions to greet an old friend.
Seokjin emerged from the house to welcome you and your unhappy guest with hugs. Seokjin and Eunbi had been your longest friends and recently decided to tie the knot, officially taking themselves off the market for good despite everyone knowing they were nuts for each other all their lives. It was just a matter of timing, and this was their time. âWhereâs my girl?â You prodded, looking over his shoulder.
âUh, you mean my future wife? Sheâs handling some last minute planning in the kitchen, but Iâll make sure to let her know you guys have arrived. Great to finally meet you, man! Welcome in!â
âOh, thanks,â Seungcheol lamely greeted, accepting your friend's handshake.
Seokjin took a little time making small talk before going back to his hosting duties, making sure to drop off the party favorsâwhat he also called care kitsâbefore pushing you to your designated room for the night and letting you go on your merry way. âLate lunch in an hour! Donât be late!â
âOkay, Jin. weâll be there!â
âWe will?â Seungcheol asked, resistance in his voice.
âYes, now come on.â
There was the matter of the single bed of the room as you predictedâthe cliche ever so popularâbut that would be a problem for the evening. For now, they would just have to get through the rest of the day and get through Seokjin and Eunbiâs party games, which you didnât doubt were eccentric as they were.
Your friends were excited to either see you and your fake boyfriend again or meet him for the first time if they hadn't been at the brunch. Seungcheol did the bare minimum, also as you expected, staying by your side and enjoying the food available to the fullest, and by the fullest, you meant loading up on protein and the occasional miniscule portion of white rice. Nonetheless, your friends made sure they were good company, trying to involve you both in conversations while keeping the attention on the guests of honors: the beautiful soon to be wed couple.
âOkay kids, gather around!â
âKids?â Mark repeated, âWeâre in our damn 30s.â
Jin scoffed, an offended hand to his chest. âSpeak for yourself, Iâm forever 21. Anyways, before I was rudely interrupted, I just wanted to thank everyone for coming. None of this would be possible without the beautiful woman beside me,â he glanced down at Eunbi, who amusingly chuckled back at her fiance, âand meâand I guess you guys too. So! Letâs have a great time this weekend, alright? To love!â
âTo love!â
You all clinked your midday cocktails, and you watched to make sure Seungcheol joined in, and he did so from the comfort of his seat. With Just you. With a glass full of ice water. Drinking a measly single sip before setting it quietly down. This was going to be a long night.
âRight after we finish up, weâll get started heading by down to the poolâthe beach if yaâ feel friskyâand then the games will commence after a bit of play.â
âFrisky? 21, my ass.â
âJeon Jungkook, something will go up your ass if you talk out of turn one more time on my day.â
Most of the guests decided to stay by the pool, while a few ventured by the beach, wanting to get a tan. Meanwhile, Seungcheol stayed inside with you in the lounging area as everyone else enjoyed themselves. He lifted his head up from his phone to see you, watching how your eyes followed the motion of their joy, seeing how everyone interacted with each other or with the water, either jumping in or on the verge to, while muffled laughter bled through the sliding doors.
âNot joining your friends?â He nudged.
âAnd leave you here alone?â you scoffed, crossing your arms. âIâm good.â
âIâm not running away, no matter how tempting that is, Iâm stuck here.â
You shook your head, putting your knees to your chest. âThatâs not it.â
âDonât tell me. Youâve come to enjoy my company.âÂ
You crinkled your nose in response, âYou know how to joke now? Since when did you get a software upgrade?â
âWhen they started to slow down yours to prioritize mine.â
You poked at his head in retaliation, but he successfully evaded it, tilting his head in a 45 degree angle, an angle that if anyone else saw would think he was trying to act funny or cute. Disappointingly, you fell into the second category.
âWill you not tell me why youâre deciding to stay inside and not be with your friends after bamboozling me out of a peaceful weekend?â
You sighed, turned back to your friends, and watched the transparent door screens like it was a television show that played in the background, not interactable. âThey make it fun when I'm here.â
âHow is that an issue? You enjoy their presence, they enjoy yours.â
âThey make it fun. Like Iâm being taken care of. While everyone is having a good time, being all coupled up lovey dovey, and happy, Iâm chilling on the sidelines, or if I do join, Iâm a third, fifth, seventeenth wheel. So, Iâm used to sitting back. Letting the couples be couples. I just donât want to get in their way and I donât want them to have me join in just because I'm chronically alone.â
âI thought you would take your previous partners to these kinds of things.â
You shook your head, âOnly smaller events with people that I know wouldnât blink twice if saw me single the next day. I usually went to things like the brunches or parties with just my friends. No one else.â
âYou brought a boyfriend to this event, you do realize that, right?â
You rolled your eyes. âYou,â you kept your voice low, âare different. Obviously. Itâs not like we can do all the couple things like everyone else.â
â...You said you might go to the beach later, right?â
âYeah?â
âSo, you brought and wore a swimsuit?â
â...yeahâHey! Motherfucker, put me down!â
The moment arose once you were stolen from the couch, scooped up in Seungcheolâs arms as he carried you effortlessly as you flailed in his grasp, passing through the sliding doors and out to the pool side. Initially, you both hardly attracted any attention from the people already there, but your voice filled with anguish and unbridled rage was loud enough to reach even the neighbors in the other beach house a mile away.Â
âIâm going to kill you, Choi!â
âOh hey, guys! Youâre finally joining us,â Jin greeted, before he and everyone witnessed your fake boyfriendâor shall you put it, attempted murdererâdrop you into the pool, submerging you into water.Â
For a whole moment, all you saw was blue and light as the pressure of the water pushed around your body and towards its depths, its cool temperature surrounding you as you inhaled it in your nose and through your lungs. You immediately closed your mouth, preventing yourself from digesting any more and pushed yourself up the moment your feet could touch the ground. Coughing and gasping for air, you scowled at the man responsible. âYouââ
âYou looked like the sun was getting to you, darling, so I thought some water would do you some good,â he stated, pulling a sinister grin, the dimple present like the mark of horns on the devilâs head.
âYou could have killed me,â you hissed.
âActually,â Wonwoo interjected from a few feet away, âHe only threw you four feet deep. Five wouldâve drowned you, three could lead to a concussion, but four is actually a good medium. Maybe a scrape of the knee, but youâd mostly be okay.â
You may have dramatized the experience a tad bit, but nonetheless, you were thrown in the fucking pool. You turned to your usually good friend, showing him the same scowl. âNow is not the time, nerd.â
âI like him. Keep him around.â Seungcheol commented, pointing to Wonwoo.
âHey!â you shouted, still angry. âAre you insane?â
âOh my god, I donât think Iâve ever seen you mad like this before,â Jihyo joined in, doubling over in laughter, ânot even when we caught he who shall not be named fucking around summer of â18. And you were pissed, but not like this.â
You ran your hand over your wet hair that obscured your vision, âYeah, well, apparently instead of a pig, I picked a fucking psycho.â
Seungcheol edged by the pool, squating in front of you with knees to his chest before he landed his final diss. âSounds like your prospects were limited, anyways.â
The bach party gasped, hands covering more mouths than ladies laughing during high tea, and the quiet, subtle laughter dispersed amongst them. It buzzed around you like flies, mocking you, and although you werenât all that madâlike them you could tell it was all in good funâyou were out for revenge. Blood.
âCheol.â
âHmm?â
âI think you were right about one thing. Water does do you some good.â In a split second, you had his arm, tugging him into the water with you, feeling a pair of hands clasp around your waist as your bodies submerged together. Using the surprise attack as an advantage, you purposefully pressed your weight into him with your hip to push him deeperâsacrificing yourself even if it meant taking you with him, ensuring he felt the full under the sea experience.
When you both finally pulled up to the surface, heâs coughing as much as you were the same scowl on his face as you had on yours, except now youâre the one pointing and laughing, leaning against the pool wall for support.
âYou did that on purpose,â he mimicked.
âAren't you the genius?â
He splashed water on you. âI couldâve died.â
âIâve seen this movie before,â you ask sardonically before his splashes came in waves, rippling back at you until you were forced to act in defense.Â
When everyone else saw how the scene unfolded, more of your friends decided to join in on the fun, finding more amusement in the pool activities than before. The noise amplified throughout the perimeter, but not a care in the world was seen. It was as if they were all waiting for you to join, and once you did, there was no more holding back. Even Seungcheol, chronically stoic Seungcheol, bared a smile that didnât want to come down.
Coming closer to the dinner time, guests were about ready to change out of their wet clothes and into something dry for the evening, keeping in mind the games theyâd be playing later. Meanwhile, You and Seungcheol rushed up the stairs, shivering without a towel, and entered your shared room for refuge.
âGet out,â you said, your teeth chattering.
He gave you an offended glance. âI have to change, you get out.â
âAnd what do you think Iâm doing? My taxes? I need to change too, asshole.â
âFine, weâll just change in the same room. Quickly.â
âLike Iâd let that happen, perv.â
He rolled his eyes, âThereâs not really much to see. If anything, Iâm the one that should be worried.â
âExcusâyou know what? Fuck it, whatever. We grab our clothes from the duffle and turn around and change at opposite sides of the room. Okay?â
âBest idea youâve had all damn day.â
You stormed together towards the single large bag you brought, both your hands moving in flurries as you grab your things. In the midst of the chaos, Seungcheolâs gaze accidentally pivoted, taking in the way your tee-shirt clung to your chest, the outline of breasts in your bikini clear as day, while your nipplesâerect and stiff from the coldâpoked through the material, moving violently as your hands swished through the bag. Itâs until you got up after retrieving your clothes that he fixed his gaze, returning to rummaging for clothes.
âCanât find it? It shouldâve been on top of the stack since I packed your clothes last.â
âIâm looking!â he answered a little too loudly, embarrassed by the reason for the delay.
Refusing to meet your eyes, he stood up finally when the clothes made themselves known, holding them triumphantly, âFound it.â
âOkay. You take one side, I take the other and none of the paths cross.â
âYes, Iâm aware of the plan we discussed a mere two minutes ago.â
âAsshole. Okay, go!â
You both head into the direction you were already facing, your backs parallel to one another and the immediate sounds of wet clothes squelching on the floor as they fell in loud thuds. The ruffling of dry clothes were next to follow, but the thought hadnât occurred to either one of you until you stood in your birthday suits that youâd be stripping naked simultaneously until that very moment.Â
When the awareness finally did kick in, you were looking at a painting of fruit as Seungcheol stared into the balcony, luckily too far to showcase your awkward circumstance, but both had nothing on their mind but the thought of their fake significant other stark naked. Their actions began slowing down, moving at a snailâs pace as they started putting one arm and one leg through a hole through a single article of clothing at a time, as if savoring the rush theyâve discovered the rustling of fabrics as they slid against skin.Â
You lightly coughed, first to penetrate through the silence. âI know what you tried to do.â
The sound of fabric flapping resonated from the direction of the balcony. âIâm trying to change.â
âNot right now, dimwit,â you insulted.
âThe insults are juvenile, and frankly uncalled for.â
âIâm talking about the pool.â
âWhat about it?â
âYou listened to my trauma dumping, and you didnât have to.â
â...I asked.â
You pulled up your shorts, letting them settle over your hips, unsure if you liked how they squeezed, but let it go. âAndâŠyou fucking dropped me in the pool like a hot turdâfuck you for that by the way.â
He chuckled, and you didnât see it, but you could imagine the smile on his face.
âBut I know you did it because of what I said, that I wanna do couple shitâŠlike playing in the pool with my boyfriend.â
âWas that playing? You looked fairly mad. Aggressive perhaps.â
âYeah, well, you fucking almost killed me,â you said, tugging the final shirt over your head.
âLike I almost didnât die either?â He retorted. âI saw a bright light in that pool when you took me.â
âThat was the sun!â
âIt looked nothing like the sun.â
âWell, whatever the fuckâoh, my god. You made me lose my train of thought!âÂ
A hand fell on your shoulder, turning you away from the painted apples and melons to stand face to face with the person you were just imagining yourself screaming at now fully clothed, but as you looked into his eyes, the rage began to dissipate. Instead, youâre overcome with silence and a sense of gratitude, seeing warmth in his eyes you werenât used to. You could always tell a difference somehow, and moments like this were when you wished you didnât. Not when they confused you.
âWell?â
Youâre jolted awake by the sarcastic tone of his voice, a stark contrast to his soft features, and the glint of something in his eyes youâre probably mistaken about. Or maybe he had just gotten a lot better at pretending. âJust, thank you. Thank you for trying.â
A corner of his lips slightly lifted before dropping, wrapping his hand around your wristâmaking your eyes jump in size and only adding to your uncertaintyâas he tugged you towards the door. âAlright, letâs get the rest of this over with.â
Jin and Eunbi came and delivered as expected. Their dinner spread was even better than lunch, making sure all their guests knew that they were in good hands. Seungcheol even found himself getting a heartier fill, tasting a bit of everything they had to offer. You enjoyed watching him pile his plate, delightfully surprised as he managed to get at least one of everything from the food pyramid. You made sure to tease him a little, to which he defended himself by saying he worked up an appetite with the swimming, and you didnât prod him after that, just happy heâs enjoying himself. By the time dinner ended, all the guestsâ stomachs were filled with bountiful amounts of food, leaving no one behind to starve. For Jin and Eunbi, the overly enthusiastic party hosts, that meant one thing: it was time for the games to commence.
Jin twinkled his fingers together menacingly, gathering everyone in a circle. âTruth, Dare, or Drink?â
âMay I remind everyone we are in damn near our thirties,â Mark, tired and old, brought up again.
âThen sit out grandpa, damn!â
Seungcheol put his lips close to your ear, âWhat kind of game is this?â
âIâm not so sure. Hey Jin? Eunbi? What the hell is this? Truth or dare?â
Eunbi spoke up to answer, âTruth, dare, or Drink: Couples edition! A couple chooses between truth or dare, and if they canât answer their truth or do the dare, they take a drink.â
âMore drinking,â Seungcheol said, eyes squinting as if war flashbacks actively played throughout his head.
âWe'll try the game. Iâm sure it wonât be so bad.â
And it wasnât so bad, for the other couples that is. For the most part it was a simple, truth or dare card game they found in an aisle of any Target or Walmart, but the contents included truths from âcraziest place they had sexâ to dares where they âswitched underwear for the rest of the game.â Some couples passed on the card and took a couple shots, and then your time finally arrived, the new duo in the mix: the two everyone is expecting the most from.
âTruth. No. Dare. Fuck, wait, truthââ
âDamnit,â Seungcheol pulled a truth card out of the deck on the table and presented it in front of you both, letting you read it out loud. âWhat is your partnerâs⊠ahem⊠sexiest⊠body part?â
Seungcheol had looked at the card for himself to see if you read that right, and everyone that circled around you cheered you on, wolf-whistling or howling as they all encouraged the both of you to answer.
âYouâre starting off strong, huh?â Mingyu teased.
Chaeyoung was grinning, thinking this kind of game right up her alley, âSo, what is it? Who wants to go first?â
âGuysââ before you could even finish your thought, Seungcheol was already pouring shots, throwing one back like nothing and âbooâs took up the space.
âLameâŠâ
âCanât even announce to the world what you find sexy about your girlfriend, new guy? Are you really dating then?â
As Seungcheol poured another shot facing it towards you, he looked at you with determination and empowerment. âI think of it as respect to my significant other, and it's best I donât divulge in saying her most attractive trait if it makes her uncomfortable, so Iâll drink my shot,â he threw back the drink he held in front of you, âand hers.â
While others still found it a little cowardly, his gesture earned him a few pats on the back, thinking he made a safe choice. âWell, alright, good man.â
âYouâre safe for now.â
You stared at him, knowing this lunatic did not just do that. After the shit he pulled at the company party, drinking shouldâve been the last thing he thought to do. And he would attempt another try when they played another round, this time when a dare was picked.
âGive your partner a blindfolded lap dance.â
Seungcheol sighed, already pouring the shot. âAs respect to my partner and her dignity, Iâhey!â
The shot disappeared as soon as it was full, being tossed back in your throat as you stole his heroic speech as well, or the paraphrased version of it. âHis dignity, respect and honor, yada, yada, yada. His shot too.â The second shot burned slightly more bitter as it went down, and you just hoped the rest of the cards werenât as intense as the two youâve received so far.
âWhy the hellââ
âYou guys are really private, huh,â Jin grinned, âAw, thatâs cute. Iâll let it go, cuties. Letâs keep going!â
That went on for several more rounds, and of course, the cards didnât get any easier. So to avoid truths or dares, you and Seungcheol drank a lot. Not only that, you had kept stealing the shots back and forth from one another, trying to prevent the other from getting too drunk, but to quote a smart man that was balls deep in several bottles of soju, that numbskull plan was âhorrendously flawed.â
âUgh, these fuckers just wanted to drink! Fuck, theyâre drunk.â
âIf they just wanted to drink, they couldâve done that.âÂ
âLetâs put them on the couch.â
âMan, heâs huge, where did she find this guy?â
There wasnât much movement that could be made by either you or the man you brought, so sleeping felt like a natural course of action. The colors and lights of the room faded in and out whilst the music muffled in your ears. In a way, it soothed you, like white noise, and the voices that seeped through would only sometimes jolt you awake, until finally, slumber hit you, and you couldnât detect anything or anyone at all.
The second you were conscious again, you found yourself on the couch where you last remembered being before completely blacking out. There was a dulling ache you noticed in your head as you got up to scan the room, seeing that you were completely alone with no sign or your fake boyfriend anywhere in sight.
âCheol?âÂ
You picked yourself up, holding on to the foundation on the couch and still feeling the lingering effects of the alcohol before going off to find the missing office manager. âSeungcheol!â
You face planted against the transparent glass window, seeing various familiar faces, but none of them being your plus one. Taking your journey to the first floor rooms, you attempted to see if he stumbled upon any of the game rooms or lounging areas conveniently available. It was unsuccessful when you just saw more familiar facesâalbeit, friendly ones that were glad to see you alive and wellâbut no Seungcheol.
In midst of the chaos, your shoulder grazed an oncoming body, having been caught before you took a hard tumble, âShit, oh, Eunbi. Sorry. I didnât see you there.â
âHey, babes, youâre awake.â
You got on your feet, grasping the back of your head. âYeah, I woke up a little while ago. Have you seen my boyfriend anywhere?â
She briefly spun to scan the room to check, âUm, not sure. Last I saw, he was on the couch next to you.â
You sighed, âShit, okay. I gotta find him before he drowns or something.â
But before you left, you felt her hand on your shoulder to get your attention, âHey, can we talk for a little bit, catch up?â
âSure.âÂ
Eunbi pulled you away to a tucked corner of the house with a convenient little window that popped open from the top. It was late, the moon high up in the sky, and you had no damn clue what time it was. You remembered that you left your phone in the room, knowing youâd lose it somewhere if you took it with you, and you were right, because instead, you lost a whole human tonight.Â
âSmoke?â
You snorted. âI still donât do that shit, you know me.â
âYeah, Jin doesnât either,â Eunbi chuckled, lighting up her cigarette and blowing a puff out the window. âIâm really happy you came by the way. I was hoping you wouldânot that I donât think you wouldnât come to your own best friendsâ Bach party butââ
You chuckled, âWhere is this going, Eunbi?â
She was quietly, remorseful, leaning against the window and looking at you with a million words on her mind, but the only ones she could muster were, âIâm sorry for not being around.â
You lightly punched her shoulder, leaning on the window beside her. âDonât be sorry youâre hanging around your fiancĂ© and planning a whole wedding.â
âBut Iâm not making time to see you.â
âYouâre being fucking happy. Youâre getting married, shut up. If you were spending time with me, I would be legitimately concerned.â
A small smile formed on her face, taking another puff, before managing to say anything more. âButâŠI didnât even know you had a boyfriend. Had to find out from someone who went to the brunch I couldnât make because I had to deal with catering. I feel like a shitty friend.â
âYouâre not, okay? Youâve just been so happy, and you deserve all the fucking happiness in the world. I didnât want to distract you by making a special period in your life about me, or by taking all your time away from you.â
She flung the cigarette out the window to grab hold of your shoulder, shaking some sense into you. âYou wouldnât be. I will be married to that loser for probably ever but youâre my best friend, I want to make time for you too while I can before this guy steals all your time away from me.â
You shook your head reassuringly, putting your hand over hers. âHe wonât. I promise.â
Your fingers interlocked, resting your heads on each other's shoulders as you looked back up at the sky. âYou really like him, huh?â
âHeâs all right,â you shrugged, a hint of a smile on your face.
âSo he checks all the boxes?â
âIâm looking into it.â
You saw her grin from your peripheral, âAnd that last box?â
âNosy!â you exclaimed, bumping her hip.
âCome on! Like I donât know your sex history like the back of my hand!â
You fell silent, suddenly reserved at the topic of sexâspecifically at the lack ofâand for some reason you canât find the heart in you to lie about that tidbit. âWeâre notâŠâ
Her head pivoted to you dubiously, narrowing her eyes, âWait. No wayâŠâ
âIt just needs to be the right moment.â
âGirl, the moment has passed. Look at him and tell me you donât wanna climb him like a tree.â
Smiling, you exaggeratedly groaned, âShut up, you're so annoying.â
âHe is hot in like this super ripped accountant sort of way and honestly funny as fuck, your type to a tee. What do you mean youâre not in his pants right now?â
âStop!â You shoved, laughing together like you used to when there was all the time in the world, âWhen weâre good and ready, we will.â
âAlright. You must really like the guy.â
âYeah, well,â you began pulling away, being reminded heâs out there somewhere waiting to be found. âI wonât be sure until I find him dead or alive.â
She grinned, waving you off. âGood luck!â
Your search continued through the rest of the house, coming up short on the rest of the first floor after double checking the pool side before heading up stairs. Hushed voices and restless movements could be heard from nearby and behind doors, giving you a clear idea of the kind of things happening on this floor, and you pray to all the gods that you donât come across something youâll regret seeing.
âNo naked bodies, no naked bodies, no naked bodies.âÂ
You ran that mantra over and over, warding off the potential of seeing someoneâs parts you havenât seen before or already seen too many times, neither option being a desirable one.
And just as you were about to make it to the end of the hall, just where your room was and the likeliest place heâd be, your wrist was snatched from behind, spinning you around, and your person of interest stood before you with a goofy grin on his face.
âThere you were,â you said, sighing a breath of relief.
âHere I am,â he announced, giggles seeping out of him.
âWhere did you go? I was looking all over for you.â
He tilted his head to the side, and instead of answering, he just interlocked your fingers and tugged you in his direction, where you aimlessly followed. You were taken outside, somewhere you haven't thoroughly explored yetâbut already lightly scoured by a handful a people already there, and now, you and Seungcheol as he claimed an outdoor nook in the very corner draped by vines and branches, as pillows and blankets were threw on to be cushions or stowed away in the corner for extra comfort. The coziest place youâve ever seen.
âWhat the fuck? This is gorgeous.â
âGreat nap spot. Come.â He tugged you with him, occupying a space that would normally fit two average adults or one Seungcheol, but he was determined to include you, somehow resulting in you mounting yourself on his lap in the open public for anyone around to see. Your eyes flew open, slapping him against his chest as he pulled you near, your knee jerking as you jolted in fear of others noticing. âAre you crazy?â
âTheyâre watchingâŠâ he sang, eyes glazing over off in the distance.
You slightly turned your head to watch his view, seeing a few of your friends off in the distance, coming from the beach or slightly in view from the poolside, that could easily catch you in whatever act you and Seungcheol looked like you were up to. However, at this point, everyone seemed to be in their own world, talking, laughing, minding their own businesses. You werenât sure if it mattered.Â
You snickered, resting your hands on his shoulders and readjusting your knees as they dug into the seat cushions. âYouâre gonna go this far?â
âYep. I have to look like a good boyfriend.â
You squinted at him suspiciously. âYou had a lot to drink, didnât you?â
âI donât know?â he mumbled dumbly, his dimple indented extra deep.
You shook your head in disbelief, dipping your head forward and momentarily colliding with his in a headbutt. You reacted as expected, rubbing your forehead at the slight ache you caused, but from the lack of tact of the receiver, your assumptions were true. âYou're so drunk right now.â
His hand rose to your hair, patting it down before finding your ear. As he thumbed over the curve of the helix, he could feel the heat bloom between his fingers. âYou look so pretty right now.â
âCheol,â you tried getting up, but he sat you back down, gripping you by your hips until they met his.
âStay,â he quietly pleaded, his eyes glistening under the moonlight staring back at you with utter need that you have no choice but just melt right back in his touch.Â
You couldnât believe the situation happening right now, and neither could your heart in your chest as it started beating at twice its usual rate. All you could focus on was his hands as they traveled up your body, skimming through the thin fabric of your shirt, following up your spine as he let out soft, ragged breaths.
You pressed the pads of your fingers a little deeper into the meat of his shoulders, âS-SeungcheolââÂ
âDo you know what will really convince them?â His voice was unrecognizable, deep and indulgent.
You made the ghost of a whimper as a finger travelled back down your body as you responded earnestly. âI donât think we have to do much more convincing. I think they believe us when we say weâre a couple.â
âBut you know what will really convince them, though?â
You were scared to even ask, thinking a single word would burst this bubble you have no idea how you got caught in. âWhat?â you asked softly.
Your breath caught in your throat as you didnât even dare blink, following his eyes as his hands made waves up your body. He pushed you against him, reclaiming your hips before puppeting them to roll against the definition of his thigh. Your stomach seized and your shoulders tensed, the sensation bringing you to shock as you beckoned forward at his will, his face being brought closer to yours in the process.
âW-what are youâŠmmhâŠâ Your thoughts to fend him off ran hollow pulling your gaze up to sink into the titillation, mewls buzzing on your tongue.
The chills that once ran up your body evolved into fire, its heat steadily burning a path from your chest to far below your torso, and your hips developed a rhythm to match his. Not one word was exchanged, unlike the usual berating and bickering that was constant whenever you were within touching distance of each other, the only language that was spoken here were bodies in that tiny space. And that night, Seungcheol looked determined to become fluent in yours.
Seungcheolâs lips parted slightly as he peered at you through his long lashes, his grip growing possessive as his fingers spread, pressing the fullness of his palms into your back. Growing under you was his size, stretching the groin of his linen pants and making it harder to avoid clashing the closer and fiercer you rolled your hips against him.
âAm I doing too much?â he softly murmured, breathing the words into your clavicle.
âN-no,â you answered, finding his eyes and not minding getting lost in them. âNot at all.â
âThen,â Holding your gaze, his hands moved lower and crept under shirt, itching to feel even the hairs that stood on your back, âCan I?â
You nodded frantically, choking back a garbled, âYes,â before both palms welcomed themselves underneath, clutching you against him to the point his length was wedged between your torsos.Â
You heard him bite back a moan from the depth of his throat before his hands trailed up your body, pricking the skin where he ran, his thumbs hooked underneath your bra. He smoothed the pads of his digits from underneath the band, memorizing it from its lace to the silicone that kept it in place, and stopping at your side where the cups of the underwear began.
He finally blinked, the entirety of the act not once having broken eye contact as he touched you, ensuring that every second he was looking at you and you looked at him, as if looking away for even a second meant that all of it would disappear. You showed no signs of protest, and he teased you with his thumb, sliding underneath and over the curve of your breast, watching the quiver of your lips as he inched closer to your stiff peak.
You sucked in a sharp breath, a soft twitch to your leg broke out when his thumb grazed and then circled the nipple, the tension in your stomach tightening more. âS-Seungcheol,â you called out in a weak breath before you rolled your hips again, seeing that he felt every bit of your heat through your ruined shorts.
Pressing his plush bottom lip between his teeth, he shoved his hand underneath the cups, the warmth of his hands fumbling their shape and weight before he gave them both the same fate he let you sample before. He thumbed your nipples with a heady need, leading up to the speed you found yourself grinding on him.
If someone had told you twenty years agoâfuck, a few days ago, that youâd willing sit on Choi Seungcheol lapâlet alone dry humpâin the open public, you wouldâve told them âquite literally to choke on rocksâ for putting that idea into the universe. Yet, at that very moment, you were seeingâexperiencing every single second of it, and drowning in the rhapsody that he was leaving you in.
Besides that, you got to feel it as much as you saw it through Seungcheol, who looked more expressive than heâs ever been. You saw it every furrow of his thick dark eyebrows; every sound that passed through full, cherry red lips; every gulp from his thick and biteable neck. Everything from start to finish was embedded in every wrinkle in your brain, and by the look of the flushed and dazed expression of your conspirer, he wouldnât either.
âIâm closeâŠâ you rasped, your hands crawling up in his hair and threading through his locks.
He panted against you, nodded, his fingers wrapping against your sides as his thumbs pushed against your now sensitive buds, scooting you both deeper inside the nook. âWhatever you wantâŠfast, slowâŠIâll try to help.â
You softly pouted, the urge to kiss the man youâve spent months with relearning about, falling and lusting for, burning a hole in your chest. Still, you persisted, desperate to see that gorgeous face and every wrinkle crease the second heâs overcome with his own climax.
âFuck,â you whimpered before maneuvering your position so heâd lean against the pillows behind him. Restarting your paceâyour close race to bliss just out of reachâyou pushed your weight deeper, undulating with every grind as the shape of his cock, sat between your bottoms swallowed up by your folds. âJust sit tight.â
He visibly gulped, staring at your clothed pussy within reach before looking back at you. âYou just said you were close.â
You leaned in, faces just inches away from each other, chests heaving against one another. âAnd I can get there again. Just keep your eyes on me, and donât stop touching me either.â
His eyes briefly drifted, settling on the lower half over your face before coming right back up, leaving you with an, âOkay,â before moving his hands up your shirt again.
It didn't take long for you to regain your momentum, Seungcheol being a helping hand as he teased your nipples raw and made your breasts feel tender to the touch. Your core clenched around the familiar exultation you were seconds from encountering before. âIâm close, Iâm close, Iâm so fucking closeâfuck, fuck!â
âYouâre doing well. Donât stop now, youâahâŠâ Seungcheol swallowed his thought, clasping his hands around you, thumbs pushing your nipples inversely as something possessed you both, leaving just raw primal movement in its wake.
Drool pooled in your mouth, before dripping down your chin and the cotton of his shirt. The reckless, final moments of your extemporaneous, lewd events near its end as the sounds of your voices fused in a single unit. The only things left to do was clutch on together, riding the last wave, savoring every second of the high.
Sweat was clamming your thighs as you stared at one another, listening to nothing but the sound of each other's pants. A smile broke out on your face as you finally shielded your eyes, covering your timid expression under a confident grin. You lightly scanned the area behind you, seeing it sparse of people with exception of a few still by the pool, trying to distract from the reservation you felt being intimate, and the swirling hectic thoughts they were leaving you in after. âGod, I wonder if anyone saw that. I donât see anyone around.â
âI just ruined a perfectly good pair of pants.â
You snickered, turning to see the stoicism back on Seungcheolâs face as usual. âLook whoâs all sober.â
He slightly turned his head, cheeks painted a subtle pink.
âGood job, Virgin,â you backhandedly compliment with a kiss on the cheek.
Seungcheol had a lot on his mind, especially a lot he wanted to say to you and how fucking amazing every inch of you was against him, but nothing could come out, even when you were just positively radiant above him like you were right now, right after the moment you shared. If alcohol did anything useful, it made things easy to spill from his lips, but the words currently on the tip of his tongue were being swallowed by his sobriety, his logic and reasoning that held him back. He knew couldn't deal with these kinds of emotions right now. Not at the moment.
So instead, he decided to carry you, and you emitted a yelp at the volume of a chihuahua in response. You threw your arms over his shoulders on instinct, pressing firmly to the toned build of his body, as he wrapped your legs around his torso, bouncing you to readjust you in his grip and securing you before setting off wherever without a word. You gazed back at him, feeling warm and protected in his arms; it was something you could get used to.
You made yourself comfortable, looping your arms tighter around his neck, âWhere are we going? And why are you carrying me?â
âThe room. You are my Trojan horse after the shit you pulled out there.â
âThat you started, excuse you. And Trojan, hmm? You definitely referenced that on purpose.â
He trotted off a smirk before walking back in the house, ignoring everyone else that hooted and hollered at you both in the compromising position as he carried you off the stairs.
âShower, please,â he pleaded, dropping you the second you entered the room as he split off to the other side.
âTch, youâre the one who ruined your pants.â
âI can smell you from over here.â
You held your hands over your body in shame. âWhy the hell would you say that to me?!â
He gazed over at you apologetically, âI didnât say it was a bad smell, just please get decent. You have a lot more self control than I do right now.â
âI do?â
Suddenly, he moved in long strides, reaching you until your faces were inches apart, his heat radiating off him like a furnace. His lips parted temptingly as his gaze migrated over your being as though he devoured you where you stood and did not care whoâd watched. âYes. A fuck ton more.â
You backed away, slowly on the verge of jumping him yourself, while your heart was on the verge of exploding out of your chest. âF-fine, Iâll go shower.â
âThank you.â
Gathering your things, you thought to check the time on your phone. âWow, itâs only 1AM.â
â1AM?! No, no, I need to sleep soon,â he ushered you out, âgo, go, be quick.â
âAlright, geez.â
You had only hoped the only witnesses to your little exhibitionist act were you two and the shower head that was washing the evidence away. Maybe it was weird, but you didnât expect to mourn it. Youâve lost the only physical proof of what transpired tonight, but then smiled to yourself knowing that it happened at all. Something about it brought you bliss, knowing heâs there in the other room, waiting for his shower, and then waiting to jump into bed with you.
By the time you got in bed, all you could think about was him coming back, patiently waiting for his arrival as you laid peacefully in bed. It had been a while since you cuddled up with someone, and that someone being Seungcheol made you curious about the type of person heâd be in bed. Did he snore, take up the sheets, have night terrors? Before expanding on more ideas, you heard the faint turn of the door knob, and you quickly closed your eyes. The soft rustle clothes followed while the flat foot steps trotted closer to bed. Finally, you felt a weight dip into the mattress, and you pressed a hand to your heart, feeling how fast it started to race, anticipation trickling inside you and setting untilâŠnothing.
One minute passed, and then two, confusion setting in. You fully swivel your head to see his side of the bed to see him with his eyes closed, fast asleep, soft snores as his chest rose and fell.
âHe actually fell asleep,â you whispered to yourself, waving a hand over his face for good measure. âDammit.â
You slumped flat on the bed, letting out a deep exhale, before looking back at him again, subconsciously tracing over his features that were pretty even while asleep in the darkest of nights. âIâll be mad at him in the morning.â
When morning arrived, everyone was just about ready to leave, but not after Jin insisted on each and every guest grab some fresh breakfast before hitting the road, ending the trip the bittersweetest of goodbyes. You glanced through your peripheral vision at Seungcheol as you forked at your waffles topped with syrup and freshly picked strawberries, seeing him enjoy his expected lean and clean breakfast without a care in the world.Â
âEveryone had a good night,â Jin inquired, nudging the people around him, unfortunately that being Mingyu and Wonwoo.
âSomeone had a lot of fun. Too much maybe,â Nayeon emphasized with a grin, not looking up, and everyone decided to randomly pick a victim, ultimately landing on poor Jungkook, the man with his mouth full.Â
âWhaâ I do?â
She rolled her eyes. âNot him.â Her gaze flickered in front of her, meeting your eyes, busting out a wide grin when your eyes launched at her.
âMe?!â
âOh yeah,â Baekho agreed with his girlfriend, âher and boyfie were both drinking a lot that night, fucking blacked out before it was even 10pm. You guys couldâve just drank if you wanted to, you didnât have to play.â
Nayeon rolled her eyes again, nudging her boyfriend, who pouted back at her confused. âNot what Iâm talking about, dummy.â
âOkay,â you interjected, âI think we all had a little fun, mmkay? Letâs leave it at that while our friendships are still intact.â
âWhy, hon?â Eunbi was the one to join, catching Nayeonâs drift. âYou got something to share with the class?â
âOn your guysâ weekend! Pff! No!â You shook your head with a smile that pleaded âplease end it all for my sake, so help me, God.â
âHow thoughtful,â Eunbi chuckled before continuing her meal.
Seungcheolâs foot slid next to yours under the table, catching your attention. âHow loud were we last night?â he whispered, keeping a straight face, but his eyes were riddled with fear.
You pressed your lips in a thin line, leaning up to answer. âYou really wanted to convince them.â
And from that, his face could no longer be held together, the pink spreading over his cheeks just before he tightly shut his eyes, embracing the impact of reality as it shattered over him like a glass ceiling. He was an animal. He could not touch another alcoholic beverage again. Even isopropyl was too risky.
The girl in front of you witnessed the entire encounter, grinning a smile of pure joy before kicking your foot on the table to your attention. âHey.â
âYes, Nayeon,â you said, glazing over your friendâs intrusion.
âCongratulations. I think this is the best one.â
âPlease donât rank my boyfriends like show dogs.â
âBut this one has a nice coat and makes you happy, like really happy.â
âDonât make me climb over there.â
With the back and forth teasing and the final moments of byes and hugs, everyone was off and back on the road to drive at least another three hours back to the city. You slumped against the leather of the car seat, watching as he steered his wheel and safely guided you both back home. A smile stretched over your face just at the sight of him, until you remembered you were supposed to be mad at him. Then you turned away, forcing a frown as you looked at a window.
Yet, minutes would pass by, and not a word would be exchanged. Complete and utter silence. It drove you insane. Did he not notice you at all, or was he that focused on driving? Or was he being the lunatic he always is pretending not to notice?
For emphasis, you crossed your arms, making a show of internal frustration outwardly so heâd somehow get the hint, hoping he'd at least ask you if something was wrong. Still, the silence would stretch forever and that alone was pissing you off. As if you could feel your brain cells slowly die off in this agonizingly, quiet void.
Your eternal inferno is brought to an end when you're brought home, your home, the place youâre hardly at these days when youâre visiting and making time for Seungcheol to play pretend girlfriend except to sleep.
âWeâre here. You can leave the clothes behind. Iâll have them washed by the time you come to my place next weekend for the event.â
âNext weekend? You donât want to see me this week?â
He shook his head without a second to think, your worlds crashing all at once. âNot this week. Lunch also will be forgoed for the time being just until we have the situation at work under control.â
âThatâs it?â
âThatâs what?â
âYouâthis weekendâyou know what? Okay. Good luck with work.â You unfastened your seat belt, and opened the door, seeing yourself out.
âThank you for your cooperation,â was the last thing you heard before you slammed the door shut and the car drove off onto the street, leaving you behind in disbelief.
Your arms dropped limp against your sides, entering your apartment, a weight dropped on your chest, and you fell face first onto bed.
Saturday was like something that fell out of pages of a book, torn and pasted on the vision board of a lovesick young girl about the kind of nights they dream of having once theyâre older. Something silly, something fun, spontaneous, reckless. Maybe something theyâd regret one day but felt right at the moment. It looked colorful as much as it felt colorful. Just pure desire and lost inhibitions, as you connected those many people or that one person.
Sunday was shit. It wasnât something you wanted to live through, because of free will, you chose not to, spending the rest of the hours of your afternoon and evening feeling bad about yourself thinking about Saturday. It was easy to sleep through, you didnât need to do anything else.
Then it was Monday. And you had a reason to be mad again, even when your dream flashed back to that wonderful night in that private little nook. You were reminded that he told you to not come over for lunch, so you did the next best thing.
âHello, everyone!â
âOh, hi! We were told you wouldnât come today?â Chan greeted.
âWell, nope, tah-dah! Iâm here! So Iâm just gonna make the quick lunch drop off, and Iâll be out of all your hair soon!â
âOkay, but, Mr. Choi is a bit on edge today. Just a fair warning.â
âI think I can handle my own boyfriend, buddy. Thank you.â You politely knocked on the door of the office, took a beat, and then entered, seeing that he didnât even look up from his desk to see the intrusion.
âIf itâs not the revisions I asked for, I donât want it,â Seungcheol warned.
âNo revisions, but I brought beef. Protein pack just the way you like it.â
He lifted his head, standing up and sighing. âI told you we couldnât do lunch this week.â
âYou did say that,â you began to retort, dropping the food at an end table, âbut, I wanted to see you. After that weekend, we didnât really get to talking, and I missed you.â
Taking a big risk, you began unzipping your jacket, slowly revealing what little you had underneath, parting to see the red lace that stood out against your skin. His face shot up, urging out of his chair and had him zipping up your jacket for you. âWe are in the workplace. Not here,â he warned through gritted teeth.
âThen when, Cheol?â Your frustration bleeding through your voice. âYouâre not giving me much to work with.â
He just needed to come right out and say it. There was nothing he could do except tell the truth. âNothing can or will happen until the event happens next weekend.â
âYouâre making me wait?â
âI need to focus,â he reiterated, âin addition to the lunches. I canât have disruptions right now. I have no focus right now with you here.â
âLike I can? After all of that? Iâm seeing that night in my dreams, Choi.â
He exhaled, seeing his words go through one ear and out the other for you. âThereâs a really important project that came up, and we just need all hands and eyes on it right now.â
You whined. âButââ
âBut nothing. End of discussion.â He left it at that and returned to his desk, hoping to get back to work.
âEnd of discussion?â you repeated.
âYes.â
You stormed off to behind his desk, standing right at his shoulder, licking your molars and wondering where he got the nerve to say something like that to you of all people.Â
âYou donât get to silence me, I am not one of your subordinates, Choi Seungcheol. Whatever goes on around here is not my business, but what happened between us is entirely something else, starting with what happened that weekend.â
He got up from his chair a slam, causing you to jump, and the pen in his grip was crushed, denting the wood beneath his palm. He stared you down, his glare so venomous and cold you would have felt safer in the arctic wearing a bikini.
âYou donât think I know that? You donât think about how you preoccupy my thoughts every second, of every minute, of every hour, of every day?â He leaned forward, his arms fencing you at your side as his hand gripped the edge of the desk, fingernails clawing into the paint. âIf I had my way, Iâd fucking throw all this shit out the window and spread you on my desk before making every wish and command that comes out of your mouth a reality until youâre begging me to stop.â
Fortunately for him, you didnât have a rebuttal, wondering now if silence was still an option.
âNow get out, unless you want me to lose it on a stack of an 80 year old ladyâs insurance papers.â
He got back in his seat, not looking as you swiftly made your exit out the office, not turning back, concerning eyes that heard the louder parts of the altercation regretfully watch as you left. Once you made it out of the building, your feet speedwalked for the cafe that you were all too familiar with, the one youâve become a regular at, the one that knew you by name at this point as much as they knew Seungcheol.Â
Getting to the front of the line, you grabbed a clean, empty cup from behind the counter, startling the cashier who was seconds away from serving you. Before a single word was uttered from their end, with your whole chest and soul you started screaming into the cup, âFUCK, HEâS SO HOT. I NEED TO FUCK HIM SO BAD.â
You expelled a deep breath, letting the sinful demons escape your body and mind, and then turned to the barista with the same cup, handing it to them saying with the straightest face you could muster asking, âIâll have an iced americano, please.â
âSure, Iâll get you a new cup. You can keep that one.â
The weekend couldn't come any sooner, and you were growing irritated with every second of waiting. You tried busying yourself with work, considering you had put it off for the recent events as of late, but even when you started finding the momentum and get your groove back, youâd randomly have his flushed face pop in your head. The sounds of his bliss that left his lips as his hands touched your body.
Fuck.
You hadnât gone this long without seeing, talking, or even hearing from him. The messages about the forged dates now dried up. As if fake dating felt more fulfilling than the real thing, if you could even consider it that.
You banged your head against a pillow, begging for the week to come by a little faster. And as a sign of good faith, your personal phone went off for the first time in weeks. You picked up, checking your notifications before lighting up, seeing that he's the one to message you last.
The message swiped up immediately, and you clutched your phone to see what he had sent you.
Cheol:đ«°
âThatâs it?â You threw your phone against your bed, gnashing your teeth before you started pouting alone by yourself, throwing a pillow over your face as you squealed into it, conflicted feelings for comfort and frustration battling it out within you as you knew you deserved more than a mere emoji but were happy that he thought to send you anything at all.
It was then the phone went off again and you quickly picked it up, seeing he sent another message.
Cheol: That was an accident. Sorry.
And your world was destroyed all over again. You squinted at the message, eye twitching, hands shaking. As far as you knew, Seungcheol was dead to you.
Then another message popped up immediately.
Cheol: Itâs only one more day. You can wait that long and I know youâre going to ask how I know. I get your read receipts. Iâll see you soon. Good Night.
You frowned, holding the phone to your chest and falling back into bed, reading his last message over and over until your eyes were too tired to keep up.
You hate him for it, but sure, youâll wait one more day.
The day officially arrived, and you woke up before your alarm clock went off. You leaped off the bed and checked your phone for any new messages, huffing to your dismay, but nonetheless, went off to start your day.
You had gotten some of your things ready to change, grabbing the makeup products youâve selected from having used the previous free time you had to yourself to perfect the makeup routine, and now all you needed was your date.Â
A knock on the door had you rise to your feet and place a hand around a bat you kept for emergencies, being a single person household you never could be too careful. You approached carefully, the other hand holding your phone with speed dial ready, you looked through the peephole, and immediately melted at what you saw on the other end.
The bat and phone fell to the ground while the door swung open, and you stared back at the face of Seungcheol with a bouquet of flowers held to his chest. âIt was my departmentâs idea. They thought you were mad at me for yelling the last time you were around and scolded me to get you somethingâŠthough I had already planned on that from the beginningââ
You tugged him forward in a hug, the flowers held up to the side in order not to be squished upon impact, but he reciprocated, stroking your back with his full palm as he smiled into your hair.
âWere you going to assault me with a bat?â
âNot important right now.â
The flowers were left in a vase filled with water before you took the stuff you needed and left with him to his place, spending the day together to do whatever you wanted before getting ready.
But apparently, whatever you wanted came with limits.
âCareful, now,â Seungcheol warned, your body in his hands as he rested his back against his couch.
You grinned, combing through his dark hair in his rare form of misshapen and soft without product, smelling of soap and spice. âWhatâs one little quickie?â
âYou want me to lose my virginity to a quickie?â
You jutted your bottom lip in a fuller pout, slotting your hands through a little rougher, âIâm surprised you care that much. I would think youâd ravish me by now.â
He softly chuckled, dropping the smile to intently stare at you looming over him, caressing your chin between his thumb and index. âI very well could, but with the time constraint we have, I canât risk that.â
You scoffed, âThe event is in 3 hours. You think you can outlast 3 hours? You sure are cocky.â
âI want to make it last a whole night, if I can. And who said Iâm the one that has to outlast you?â
Your tongue poked the inside of your cheek, arousal pooling between your legs at the thought alone. You cried in anguish, feeling the burn of his smile as he gazed back at you tauntingly. âYouâre such a tease. Why do you keep riling me up?â
âIâm just giving you a fair warning.â
You shook his shoulders frustratingly, âStop, itâs hotâŠâ
âIâm not the one in someone's lap right now.â
âYouâre the one that pulled me on here! You want me so bad right now, admit it.â
âOf course, I want you, but you couldâve left anytime you wanted to. Your impetuosity will be your downfall one day. â
You leaned in, pushing a long strand of hair behind his ear, âFine, at least kiss me a little bit. How have we come this far and not even kissed?â
He thumbed over your lips, âKissing is too tempting for you.â
âAre you sure youâre not projecting?â You grinned cheekily.
He grinned, letting his fingers fall on the pulse on your neck, accelerating at an alarming rate, âMaybe I am, but tell me right now you can kiss me without thinking about wanting to fuck me.â
ââŠFuck!â You shoved yourself off his lap, his hands loosening his reins on your body before you stormed into the restroom with your things. âI hate you, Iâm getting ready early!â
Since getting there, youâve pretty much used every opportunity to infiltrate yourâstill to be determinedâpartnerâs personal space, and for the most part, heâs welcomed it. Heâs even encouraged it by initiating hugs from behind or welcoming you to the warmth of his lap on the couch, despite the fact that there were plenty of other places to sit. You both found that you enjoyed this game of cat and mouse, perhaps built over from the time apart, but you knew eventually tonight, youâd see the end of that tail because that mouse tonight would be yours.
However, for now, Seungcheol kept his healthy distance, while you kept yours. Besides the playful glances in the mirror, or the snarky remarks thrown behind a door or wall, you have seemed to have settled on a momentary truce for the sake of time management. He allowed you the privilege to hog the full-body mirror in his bedroom, which you could only assume was to check his bodyâs progress given the large tub of protein powder on the dresser beside it. And before either of you knew it, the minutes were ticking by, getting closer to the time of the charity event.Â
Seungcheol was just about finished, ready to set out for the evening. His suit was tailored to fit, his cufflinks were properly fastened, and his hair was properly waxed. Now all that was left was his date, hopefully finished getting ready in the neighboring bedroom.Â
âTime check. We have ten minutes and counting on the clock until we have to leave. Please...âÂ
Hearing his voice beckoning from the bathroom, you readily spun from the mirror, standing before him with the reason why the remaining words that were meant to pass his lips were lodged down his throat. With the exception of sleeves draping past your shoulders, every inch of your body was wrapped in a rich plum that reached the floor, hugging your frame in a way the office manager couldnât even imagine. The smug smile on your face reached your ears as you made your way to him in strides, glimpses of your legs peeking through the slit of the fabric before you stopped just a few feet away, covering the rest of you once again.
âIâm just about done. What do you think?â You asked curiously, hoping your efforts were well received.
He approached you in caution, intently circling you like a vulture until a final decision was made. âDenied.â
Your eyes shot back at him, spinning a bewildered 360 of the dress, not thinking rejection was possible with this appearance. âWhat?"
âYou canât wear that.â
âWhy? At least give me a reason.â
He sighed. âYou look good, thatâs the problem.â
The ends of your mouth curled, crossing over your chest bashfully as you posed from the side playfully. âAre you worried people will look at me all night?â
Holding you by your shoulders, he led you towards the mirror, forcing yourself to face your own reflection as his shadowed behind yours. âPeople are gonna look at you regardlessâŠThe problem is that I will be looking at you all night.â
You let out pleased laughter before meeting eyes back in the mirror, seeing his hunger festering in his eyes as he gazed at you through the mirrored image. The digits of his hands pressed into your bare shoulders, releasing a chill down your spine. âWhat was that? About you saying that Iâd ravish you?â
Your smile melted right off your face, recognizing that face immediately, but for the first time, he had it on entirely sober. His hands ran down your arms to settle on your hips. His lips beckoned closer the nape of your neck, hair standing as his warm breath ghosted your skin. âD-did I say that?â You asked anxiously, feeling the sensation migrate to the tip of your ears. âIâm not sure.â
âYes, because you know very well I would, and I am just about three seconds away from exhibiting evidence that supports your hypothesis.â
Giving your waist one last squeeze, he slid his hands, palming over your breasts through your dress and locating your nipples as he ran his touch over them, catching your subtle jolt through the reflection. Catching them between his middle knuckles, he wedged them in a tight pinch, perking up as he cradled your breasts tauntingly in his hands.
âT-the risk, Cheol,â you managed to choke out through your gasps, throwing his words back at him, but your efforts were in vain. His smile briefly graced his face before pressing his gaping mouth on the side of your neck. His dark chuckles hummed against your neck as his half-lidded gaze stared back at you in the mirror intoxicatingly. You had never felt more glued to the ground.
âOneâŠâ
He gently kneaded them in his grasp, earning a soft gasp as he pressed his body against yours. The thick lining not doing justice to the body you knew he had underneath and that you craved to see just as much. Meanwhile, his enamel grazed the exposed skin on your neck before full lips pressed down, tasting your skin for the first time. The action caused his bulge to move on its own, twitching against your back, and had him so close to swallowing down his inhibitions to do whatever the hell he wanted.
âD-didnât you say weâd be leaving soon?â You asked, whimpering. You nervously watched as one of his hands moved south to finger over the slit of your dress, subtly hinting whatâs next on his mind.
âYou weren't the only one between the two of us that struggled this past week. Maybe I should just forgo everything we have on our agenda tonight and stay here with youâŠtwoâŠâ
His hand slid beneath the fabric finally and cupped over your heat. His middle finger tracing over your slit with your panties in the way as he sighed into your neck. He inhaled your perfume as he dragged his tongue across your skin, the slick sensation making you clench around nothing.
âSeungcheol, pleaseâŠâ
âShould I? Should I drop everything and better utilize my time tonight to ravish and fuck you like the monster you make me out to be?â
He pushed his digit lengthwise, wedging between your folds as he rubbed, pulling moans out of your throat. He pressed open mouth kissed on your neck as pressure was placed on your clit, his eyes following how you writhed under his touch, but showed no sign of protest. Even when you verbally conveyed doubt, your hand hovered over his that claimed your core and pushed him closer. Your pleading eyes begged for satisfaction as they stared at him through the mirror, the bottom lip caught between your teeth refusing to reveal your mutual lust, so he took action.
â...Three.â
His tongue landed a thick stripe before diving deeper into the crook of your neck whilst his digits reached past your panties, your moan echoing as it bounced off the walls in response, and he felt your pussy in its rawness as its juices coated him. He gasped into your skin, teeth clamping down on his bottom lip before attacking the opposite side of your neck. The hand that held your breast pinching you between his knuckles, teasing the shape in his hands and shallowly groaning in your neck.
He bent you forward, forcing your hands against the mirror as his fingers explored you deeper. From that point, you didnât see a point in denying it, his fingers inside you meant that you were that much closer to the real thing. Your mewls flooded his ears, his impatience wearing thin, and it worsened as he learned how it felt when you clenched around him. He let out a guttural groan, digging his backside into you as your shared breaths fogged on the glass in the mirror, consuming you both with an insatiable appetite you could only satisfy together.
Meanwhile, you were doing mental gymnastics, knowing the charity event tonight in the back of your mind as the man worshipping you was at the forefront. You had responsibility as his date for tonight to make his appearance happen for the sake of his reputation, for the approval of his superior and because they would be expecting him. But it wasnât until you stared into his eyesâthe ones that fell in a haze of lust and desire for you that you realized succumbing to weakness was a lot more gratifying.
Then a loud alarm went off, vibrating in Seungcheolâs back pocket. All movement stopped, just as did your pleasure, and he removed his lips from your neck while using the hand once fondling your breast to retrieve his phone, sighing at the screen. He pulled away, much to your dismay, and there was not hiding the perplexity on your face as he reverted back to his default state. âI knew this would happen.â
âYou set an alarm on your phone?!â
His hand once inside you glistened in your arousal was cleaned up in the matter seconds as he sucked them off clean, smiling back at you with his eyes before getting a quick wash in the sink. Hardly two seconds were spared to give you the time to be shocked that he ate you off his fingers. âThere was a risk. I had to be equipped for every possible situation.â
â...You set an alarm on our foreplay knowing it would happen?!â
Instead of answering, he escorted you out of the house and into the car, despite your distress. He chuckled, helping you buckle your seat while you crossed your arms, kissing your cheek before honing his focus on the road. And thereafter, he felt your eyes burning a hole into the side of his head as your horny rumblings became his music throughout the drive. Most of it was incoherent with the exception of few âfuckâs or âmean tease,â but as he took your hand in his, you both enveloped in a warmth silence, letting that moment set the mood for the rest of the evening.Â
Leading up to the steps of the building of the venue, you expected some level of extravagance, but the venue was to the level neither of you expected, impressing you both upon arrival. Entering, youâre welcomed with the smell of decadent food, old architecture, and wealth. Everywhere you looked, there was something new thatâd catch your eye, leaving you in a state of perpetual fascination. Meanwhile, Seungcheol, with his elbow safely linked with yours, had only subtly skimmed the room, trying to find familiar faces and the host of this event.
They looked no further as the hosts themselves, Mr. Lee along with his beautiful wife, came from the sides to greet you both gregariously, welcoming you to enjoy the food, the live entertainment, and what else that was being offered while the night was young. You both thanked them, complimenting them on the choice in venue and told them you were looking forward to the rest of the night.
They bidded you a farewell as of then and continued to greet other guests, letting you pass through the threshold into the ballroom area, the heart of the entire building. It bustled with soft jazz and well dressed guests, all speaking to one another with a drink in one hand and passed appetizers in the other.
Before you could breathe another word, a tray of champagne flutes was shoved in your faces. âChampagne?â The waiter asked.
You plucked the flute right out of Seungcheolâs hands the moment he selected one and placed it back on the tray. âNo, not tonight. Dry night,â you politely smiled at the waiter before they moved on to the next poor sap within distance.
You looked at your date, staring at him with a stern expression as he raised an eyebrow. âI did you a favor. Drinking will only impede on your efforts to abstain,â You said, mocking his tone of voice.
He gave you a smug grin. âAlthough youâre mocking me, Iâm proud of you. Especially for knowing the word impede.â
In playful irritation, you licked the back of your molars before roughly tugging him along to the refreshment spread and with his dimpled grin hugging his cheeks as he trailed after you.
Throughout the night, Seungcheol saw faces new and old, getting as many names and business cards as he possibly could. Though he knew he was ready to leave as soon as he arrived, prepared with objectives and set of goals that would better him business wise. Nevertheless, he found himself enjoying other peopleâs company, but the reason for that was you.Â
You lit up the room, like youâve lit up the last couple months youâve seen each other. He pretended he didnât notice it before and realized itâs something he wouldnât be able to deny now. He hadnât intended on gaining a new fear, he had no choice in the matter. Losing you was something he couldnât put himself through again.
As a kid, Seungcheol had no control over his life. His parents had found out he had been getting distracted. Somehow, they learned he spent time outside of practice, in addition to skipping them, and with a girl nonetheless. They decided to nip the problem in the bud.
At some point, all of the competitions, all the pressure to please his parents and fit their mold, had made him believe that youâthe person he had gotten the closest toâwanted to sabotage him and his accomplishments. He was told you were someone that would weaken him, that would dull his senses. An obstacle in the way of his true potential. He didnât want to believe it, and initially he didnât, until he took notice of the friendships you created outside taekwondo classes, how warm and familiar they looked, as if the one you two had wasnât anything special. It made him angry, and he grew this animosity towards you. Suddenly, the words that were being shouted at him were starting to feel as if they had some truth.
At eleven years old, at the peak of hormones, when young Seungcheol saw you, he saw red and didnât even want to speak with you. You tried your best to see his frustration and get through to him, but he had already gotten too far, or at least you thought he had. One day at practice, you found rocks in your shoes, rocks sharp enough to cut through skin. You screamed at what felt like an indescribable pain, forced to get stitches on the soles of your feet and avoid the ground for about a few weeks.
With the events that happened recently, all evidence pointed to Seungcheol, and although you didnât want to believe it, who else could it have been? He was worried. Of course, he wouldnât have done that, but then he heard you start pointing fingers. Now, he thought this was one of your tricks. One of those things you had set up to ruin him. Just like your presence fucked with his mind and caused him to be the weakest version himself to ever exist. And yet, he still cried for you, hoping that you were still okay.
But it turned out his parents just needed a little money and some help from a third party to accidentally drop a few loose rocks and spread some middle school gossip.Â
Eventually it all became too much. You were forced apart. Seungcheolâs parents moved him away, and your parents never let you do taekwondo again. And nothing ever tied you back together. Until a couple months ago.
He hadnât learned that until years later until adulthood, just before he cut contact with his family. The anger he once had for you had evolved to guilt, and since forging the contract to fake date, he made a commitment to himself to keep you at armâs length. He couldn't do that any more. Obviously. But not because he had an affinity for you.
You made him come to realize that everything goes according to plan, but not always on his plan. Whatever he had scheduled in his agenda, or was on his long lists of tasks, it didnât matter. Timing had a way of steering your boat, often off course, and sometimes you just had to be along for the ride.Â
âWe canât leave yet!â You whispered, your giggles softly echoing from the walls.
âWeâre not trying to leave,â Seungcheol softly retorted, dragging you in the darkness of a dark corridor, deprived of guests and warm lighting.
You narrowed your eyes at him suspiciously, âThen, what are we doing?â
âIâŠwanted to get some privacy with my girlfriend.â
You melted, taking his hands in yours and swaying them gently in the air. âYouâve never called me that before. Not even whenâŠyou know.â
His hand brushed over your waist, pulling you towards him, gazing at you with tenderness in his eyes you couldnât even fathom for words. âAmongst the lies, I didnât want that to be one of them.â
You softly sighed, burying your head into his chest until he gently pulled you back by your cheeks, cupping to feel the heat of his palms fuse with the heat of your face. You were putty in his grasp, malleable to his touch, following his hands as he swayed you to the muted sounds of the music seeping out of the doors leading through the ballroom. Nothing could take you away from him. Part of you envied the fact that he was experiencing all these feelings, knowing it was his first, but you wondered if you had truly ever felt this way for anyone else.
âWhat are you doing to me, Choi Seungcheol?â You uttered in awe.
He let out a wistful sigh, a soft chuckle making past his lips. âIâve been wanting to ask you that same question.â
He thumbed the side of your face, parting his mouth as you radiated back at him with anticipation, and slotting your lips between his. He held you with a gentle hand, holding you as if you were delicate enough to break if he wasnât careful, languidly moving to your comfort, and warmth bloomed in his chest feeling you kiss him back. You threw your arms around his neck, deepening your lip lock as your heart tightened in your chest, the once ache and longing youâve felt when reuniting with this man finally resolved by a chaste kiss.Â
As you reluctantly parted, you were overcome with tears, staring back at him with flushed cheeks and quickly his thumbs were placed under your tear ducts. His rounded eyes ran over you in concern, while holding your face for a clear inspection. âDid I hurt you?â
You shook your head reassuringly, gripping the lapels of his suit. âI liked itâŠI like you. I like you so, so much.â
He smiled relieved, kissing your forehead with his. âI like you,â he softly confessed, âyesterday, today, tomorrow, and always.â
Your smile broke out, and now you met him halfway, holding his body against you as you cherished his lips longer than the first and savored how they melted together effortlessly. Holding you by the waist and feeling you tangible under the heat of his palms, Seungcheol was in bliss knowing that every ounce of your entire being was his. He deepened his impression on you remembering that, and you returned the gesture. Gradually, the warm tenderness transitioned into a feverish rush, moving as if you were in a race with time.
The once sweet kiss festered to the extent of muffling moans when you suddenly tugged on his bottom lip with your mouth, tension coiling in an already aroused manâs stomach. That caused you to be backed against a wall, his torso pinning you down with his body flushed against yours as his tongue learned to trace the inside of your mouth. You held him by the back of his neck, carding your fingers impulsively through his styled hair, growing reckless and ignorant to your surroundings with only sex on your mind. And like minded, your boyfriend got bold sliding a hand through the slit and hooking a leg to his side. He took a full stroke down its length before it reached up your thigh and finally the curve of your ass, squeezing the flesh in a tight grip and unearthing a whimper that was too late to suppress.
Your lips parted for a moment, giving him an accusatory glance before he quickly offered his snap rebuttal of, âI told you this dress would be a problem,â before closing the distance once again.
In the darkest part of that corridor, you shared an unforgettable moment, brimming it with as many kisses and intimate caresses as possible until it had to be cut short when Seungcheol quickly realized this vicinity was also on the way to one of the bathrooms if the other happened to be unavailable. Soon after, you both enjoyed the rest of the evening the best you could in the ballroom, doing your share of participating in charity bids and eating desserts that would later come out. The night went as smoothly as it couldâve and lasted a little longer into the night until guests were starting to leave, giving the strategic office manager an opening to make an exit as well. Then that's when the real festivities began.
You practically raced him to his front door, feeling him crash into you from behind with his lips against your neck as you barely passed through, put in the code, and let the automatic lock fulfill its purpose. Shoes were kicked off to who knows where as teeth clumsily clicked together, impatience setting you both ablaze. Seungcheol, hurling his jacket on the ground, claimed your face in one hand, squeezing the meat of your ass in the other through the slit of your dress and hiking it up to your waist.
âFuck, this dress,â he grumbled, meeting your hips with his to feel the build up swelling in the crotch of his pants, emitting a moan from your lips as you clawed over his torso.
You fiddled over his buttons, undoing them and tossing the dress shirt aside and leaning against a wall and getting into the habit of swirling his tongue with yours as he crushed himself against your lips.
âYou really had nothing to drink?â You joked, tracing over his abdomen to feel his tense under your palms.
âI wanted to be sober for this. Now how the fuck do you take this damn thing off?â
You gave a wide grin. âZipper on the back.â
He flipped you over in an instant, your palms instantly pressed on the wall as he tried to find the zipper so seamlessly hidden in the garment work.
âFinally.â As he pulled it down, he left with another big surprise, one that he shouldâve realized from the beginning if he hadnât been so blind in lust. âI thought I felt something different when I touched you today, but the entire time, you had no bra.â
âYou canât wear one with this dress,â you justified. âAnd I saved you the rookie mistake of having to struggle with taking off the bra for the first time.â
âWhat makes you think itâs the first time?â
You snapped your head at him. âDid youââ
He chuckled, kissing you along your spine, âJust because Iâm a virgin doesnât mean Iâm entirely clueless. I think Iâve proven that more than enough.â
He reached underneath the dress to follow up your chest, feeling your breasts in both his hands as his index fingers stimulate your buds enough to perk. Landing a final kiss to the small of your back, he straightened back up, lips reaching your ear. âBut donât worry, Iâve never had to do that for anyone. I was just really excited to do it on you.â
His tongue flicked at your ear before biting, grinding himself against your ass that backed into his touch, earning him a mewl from the depths of your throat.Â
âI really canât get you out of my head sometimes,â he admitted, letting the straps of the dress fall along with the weight of the rest of it. He let out a guttural groan at the reveal, teeth sinking into your shoulder to contain himself. Suddenly, a thought occurred to him and coaxed him to flip you back over, leaving him to face your erect buds pointing back at him, the soft curves of your breasts, and almost every flushed, naked inchâwith the small exception of your clothed, drenched heatâof your body.Â
âAnd now I never fucking will,â he griped, breathlessly.
âCheol, please, Iâm already so fucking wet,â you cried.
He held up a shaking hand and ran the other repeatedly through his hair in anguish, catching his breath as eyes running over you in clear bafflement. âIâm really trying to process everything Iâm looking at right now, wowâfuck, youâre so beautiful.â
You sighed, feeling hotter the longer his eyes lingered on your body, but growing equally as agitated. âIf you donât do something right nowâso help me, godââ
And right at that second, he was on his knees, fingertips at the top hem of your panties before pulling them down to your ankles as his eyes never left yours. His lips puckered, parting anxiously kissed up your shins, leaving a trail of migrating goosebumps. âTell me what I should do, Iâm not above being taught right from wrong.â
You covered your face with the back of your hand, hiding your diffidence, âF-from down there, are you crazy?â
His lips continued their worship, hands grasping at your thighs to spread them apart, leading up to your inner skin lightly covered in film of your overflowing arousal. To earn a wanton moan, his tongue ran a long stripe, dragging his bottom lip with him, before sucking the rest of you off clean. As the squelching reached your ears, tingling sensations dispersed throughout your hands and toes, furling your digits as your heels dug into the floor.
Your shallow gasps exited your body as pleasure entered, feeling him delve between your folds. Albeit, it reflected on the extent of his experience, but it showed promise, and as soon as he learned to follow directions, he proved just how much he was committed to learning the craft.
âMmh, move a little higher.â
âHigher,â He raised his finger, âthere?â
You chuckled, âToo high now, a smidge lower.â
âThere?â
âNow itâs too low, again.â You grabbed him by the back of his head, stared back down at his pretty rounded eyes, before aligning his lips correctly in the smack middle, his mouth curling up at his target in relief. âBingo.â
Youâre scoffing at him, thinking heâs reacting as if heâs the one who uncovered the clit, until you felt him suck, striking you down with a ripples of shock as fire pooled and then exploded in your abdomen. The suction tensed your body before he reintroduced his tongue in sharp flicks, and you canât help the strength you put into roughly yanking his hair, only for this manic laughter to vibrate up and your blooming core.
âLaughing?â You asked between clenched teeth, âwhile youâre driving meâahânuts?â
âJust happy this is a particular skill you can teach me,â He responded cheekily.
âYouâre such a smartass.â
He raised a thick eyebrow before penetrating his tongue through your folds while his top lip grinded on your bud. Endlessly, his jaw hungrily worked into your pussy to the sound of your voice, noting how you would clench around his tongue, until he was tasting cumâyour cumâin his mouth for the first time. Somehow, just the taste fueled the greed already instilled in him, his eyes blazed with a childish sense of mischief.
Now you were really wondering whether teaching him was a good idea if he was to learn this well that quickly.
Seungcheol tried making it upstairs, but with the way you were bruising his lips made him antsy, impatient, and plain fucking horny. He dropped you at the top of the steps, your bare ass kissing the cool laminated wood. âI canât fucking take it anymore.â
âCheol!â Your tits found his mouth, sucking and drawing circles with tongue as he single handedly tried unbuckling his pants kneeling on the steps. âThe roomâahâitâs just right there!â
When the belt buckle broke free, he unlooped from his pants and threw it behind him, the clang of the metal and slap of leather descending down the steps. âI feel like I might explode if Iâm not inside you right now,â he rasped.
You cupped his cheeksâseeing lust starting to cloud voice of reasonâand tried to ease him in with a sweet smile. Soothing him with a calming voice, you reined in his attention. âLook at me. Do you have protection on you right now?â
He shook his head frantically, âItâs in the room.â
âAs hot as it would be to do it right here, right now, we need that, okay? We just have to take a few more steps, and then you can do anything you want with me. Can you be a good boy and do that for me?â
Seungcheol froze, mouth agape, visibly absorbing the words that just left your lips, and you wondered if you had just killed the moodâor worse, his boner. You gulped, parting your lips to retract your statement if you needed to before he crashed his lips on yours. He pulled you between his teeth, sucking and devouring at your lips as the tent between his legs prodding at your thigh twitch incessantly. Swiftly, he picked you up, wrapping your legs around his torso and arms around his neck.
âI can be a good boyâŠI can be a real good boyâŠâ he went and started bolting into the bedroom.
He dropped you on the bed, climbing on top of you and reclaiming your lips with ravenous need. As well an incline of sharp breaths, you heard him struggle getting his pants off, feeling the sweat of his skin adhere to the fabric as they chafed his thick thighs. âGotta be fucking kiddingââ
âHey,â You softly whispered, caressing his cheeks hot to the touch. âLet me help you.â
You pushed him off the bed to land on his feet, sinking your knees into the mattress, and patiently pulled the leg of the pants off his thigh to his ankles one at a time. He loomed over you anxiously, his thighs tingling as your nails brushed against him, roaming up and breaching the fabric of his briefs. His breath hitched in his throat, his teeth clenched and jaw locked in place, as your eyes slowly met, sultry with the soft pout of your lips and gentle batting of your eyes.
You fingered at his waistband, stretching the elastic. âDo you want me to help with these too?â
His mind went blank, fuck. This is why he drank. He swallowed the confirmation that burned and died on his tongue before finally nodding, stroking the back of your head encouragingly. He pushed his bottom lip in his mouth to bite down, watching as you advanced towards him when suddenly your teeth made contact with his torso.
Eyes shooting at you to see the heady look in your eyes as your enamel scraped down his abdomen, letting goosebumps take real estate up his arms and legs, and bite down on the hem before you took a cheeky pull. You let out a soft laugh, the breath that came with it producing a violent lurch that joined you both a tad more closer, and your lips now found themselves kissing his abdomen as his size nuzzled under your chin. His mouth dropped, his groan melting into moans as his eyes stayed lecherously glued to you, managing to choke out, âSorry.â
You softly hummed before continuing. Gradually you pulled back by the waistband, teeth inevitably grazing skin, lips lightly brushing over the shaft, until you finally unraveled him as he landed on your face with a flop.
The image couldâve put him in cardiac arrest; he wasnât even sure if he was alive now.
âOh gosh,â you cooed, watching the pink on his face turn a bright red. âNo wonder you canât control yourself. Youâre huge. Iâd be horny all the time too with this log in my pants.â
âI can make that happen.â
You narrowed your eyes at his sudden change in tune. âWeâre calling your manufacturer to get rid of your humor setting.â
âSo you think Iâm funny?â
You took a beat. âWhat are you doing?â
ââŠI donât know. My cock on your face is making me sound stupid. Maybe itâs a coping mechanism.â
With an airy laugh, you let his briefs fall to his ankles as the head of his cock ghosted over your mouth. Licking your lips, your tongue flicked at tip before leaving a small peck, leaving a titillating shiver run down his spine. âThen why donât you close that pretty mouth and let mine take care of that for you?â
Without getting his answer, you descended to the base, tongue licking the underside of his shaft before you wrapped your lips and sucked on the head, and all with no hands. His nails dug into his thigh, deep white crescents forming as you bobbed deeper, your cheeks hugging tighter around his girth. A distraught sigh slipped past his firmly pressed lips as the sensation of your tongue swirling against his veins to taste his musk and engulf him in a slick, sweltering heat.
âYouâŠyouâre reallyâŠdamn it,â he grunted, his hand claiming the back of your head as youâve already reached half his length. âYouâreâŠyouâre really gonna take all of it?â
Enthralled with a sense of challenge, you batted your lashes and inhaled a sharp breath before your mouth sank down. Your cheeks hollowed, letting the pressure rub against the perimeter, gripping him in your mouth as the saliva that pooled eased him inside, and gradually got closer to his groin as you swallowed more. In turn, his grip grew tighter, gathering more of your hair to hold it high and out of way, your pretty face and swollen lips in clear view.Â
âFuckâŠIâmâŠWhy are you so good at this?â He softly whined before youâre just about over an inch away to reach his base, feel him hit the back of your throat.
You moaned with him inside your mouth, drool dripping along your chin, undulating him at an unforeseeable pace that he could only watch as he dipped deeper inside you. Your hand flattened against his abdomen, caressing and tracing over his form before clasping over his sides, digging your fingers in his torso to grip him before your lips reached the groin. You tightly shut your eyes, letting the cock squeeze down your throat, and you held him in place as tears collected in your eyes.
Seungcheol carried out a heavy groan, softly rocking his hips in your mouth when he felt himself twitch, bursting with arousal, and he couldnât handle the pressure seeing the anguish on your face. As gently as he could, he pulled you right off him, ensuing them coughing, gagging, and gasping for air as his hands fell off your hair, cradling your cheeks in his hands as your makeup visibly streaked down your face. âWhy would you hurt yourself like that?â he growled.
And despite the look of suffering, you smiled, kissing into his palm. âBecause I wanted to feel you down my throat,â you answer plainly, as if it was the normal response in the world.
His cock softly perked, quickly shielded it in his hands before you took them away and held the cock up to your face once more. Your lips curved to the sides in a soft kiss, thumbing over a vein. âYou never thought of me deep throating you before? I have.â
âIâŠI never considered the possibility, honestly,â he quietly admitted.
âWell, this time watch, and donât stop me.â
You fisted him at his base, spitting on him and dropping a long translucent ribbon stretching from your lips before you welcomed him back in your mouth. He tried refraining his hands from seizing your efforts, unsure what to do with them until you took one and let it fall back on your hair, guiding him to push your head down to take control.
This was such foreign territory, he didnât know what was good for him. He just found out sexâor the theory of itâfelt good about a week ago. Before that, heâs only had about a handful of masturbation sessions, none of which were exceedingly successful and mediocre at best, and not without your help. Besides, heâs only ever thought about what would make you feel good, not himself, so it didnât really matter. He just knew he didnât think he could find the raw emotional and animalistic feelings heâs had for you in anyone else even if he tried. You put his head somewhere out of his own body and now, he needed to trust you, like you were trusting him.
He took your hair in his grip and watched you stretch his cock between your lips, getting closer to getting pulled over his entirety and hitting the back of your throat, only this time, heâd let you. As you inched closer to his groin, he found himself observing with bated breath, jaw fallen slack as his hips slowly rolled into your mouth, teetering to the edge of conquest.
âShit, shit, shit.â He muffled his moans in his fists as you ran him in your mouth, gagging on him as you reached the final destination and let him plug your airways. The squelching and moisture burned his ears as you built tension in his cock, slobbering and making every second of suction worth the loss of oxygen. You dragged his torso, pulling him down until he had you lying flat on your back, wantonly sucking with sheer hunger and desperation like youâve been wanting the past week since that Bach party until you had a Seungcheol cock shaped mold for a throat.
He couldnât even hold himself back, towering over you as hands balled into the sheets and knees dug into the mattress. He buried his head into his duvet as his stomach clenched, letting the waves of his orgasm follow through his hips and shake as they took the form of thrusts into your mouth, combusting inside you helplessly and every ounce of ivory white squeezed down your throat, lumpy pumps visibly rolling beneath the skin of your neck.
âFuck!â
He rolled off you, throwing a hand over his eyes and overcome in embarrassment as the red covered every inch of his body while white flooded your mouth and seeped past your impish smile.
âWhy would you fucking do that? That's the last thing I wanted to do? Shit.â Seungcheol whined, burning his face in a pillow.
You crawled over him, chest to chest as you rested your forearms over his clavicle. âA little revenge for what you fucking did a little before we left for that event.â
âThis was way worse. And I apologized.â
âNo you didnât!â
âMe getting on my knees was the apology.â
âYou thoroughly enjoyed that.â
âA win-win,â he brought your head down to taste your lips, surprisingly not repulsed by the fact that his own organ and release has been inside you, even licking the bit of it from the corner of your lips. âSoâŠin two minutes, can you let me put my dick inside you alreadyâbetween your legs so weâre being clear?â
You laughed so hard, before pressing your cheek against his. âYes. God, yes.â
âNevermind, I canât wait.â
He toppled over you, pressing his weight over you, nipping your ear before reaching into his bedside, grabbing something just out of view that you barely make out in the corner of your eye.
âThe party favors from last week? You still have those? I thought we lost them.â
âDid you ever look at them?â
You shook your head, unsure. âMaybe a quick look before I threw it in the bag.â
He uncovered something shiny in colorful packaging and waved it over your face. Your eyes shot open in pleasant surprise. âCondoms. Flavored condoms. This has Eunbi written all over it.â
âThereâs also flavored lube, sex dice, and a full can of whip cream for some reason. Everything else seemed normal,â he added with a question mark.
âUnfortunately, flavored condoms wouldâve only been useful about a minute ago before you exploded inside my throat.â
He cleared his throat, tossing the colorful wrapping before holding on to something else shiny and familiar. âNo worries. They also included unflavored. Trojan, your favorite.â
âYouâre unbelievable,â you softly scoffed, before his mouth stole your voice, mingling your breaths.Â
âNo,â he refuted in a breathy tone, âyou are.â
His upper thigh nudged against your molten heat and let your wetness coat his lower body. He ripped open the wrapping out of view, carefully looking down to lift his torso and roll rubber over the length before smiling when you helped him secure it in place. Your eyes met, exacerbating that heat that felt as tangible as your intertwined bodies, as the key to putting it out laid stiff and snug in between.Â
Your hand combed through his hair, the fusion of sweat and spice wafting over you as your legs hooked against his sides. âPut it in meâŠâ
His fingers caressed over your slit, feeling you soak his fingers. âYouâre really wet,â he breathed, swooningly.
âAnd I canât wait any longer.â
âMe neither.â
The curve of the head prodded at your entrance, rubbing against your slick folds before easing through your entrance and exhaling a deep breath of relief. You quelled a moan threatening to spill from your lips, clasping your hands over your neck as he cushioned the pressure with his mouth on yours. He felt your stiff peaks and the curves of your breasts softly rub against his chest, pressing his hand to your waist as your back arched closer to his touch.
Seungcheolâs soft groans heated your cheeks as his hips dipped deeper between your legs, pulsing in soft angled thrusts. The way you fluttered around his fingers earlier that day was what you were doing now around his cock, driving him up a wall, putting him through a fit of shakes, and he peppered frenzied kisses on your face in response.Â
âYou drive me crazy,â he achingly whispered.
You moaned as his lips buried in your neck, mouthing over your throat as his teeth lightly grazed skin, feeling him fill you deeper with the submerge of every inch. âCheol,â you quietly murmured, your eyes fluttered in and out of focus, âFast, slowâŠwhatever you want, I can take it.â
He moved sweaty strands of hair out of your way, âI want you to enjoy it too.â
âItâs you. You know I will,â you reassured before propping your legs on him and clamping down, slamming him against you to get the full taste of his arousal and hitting the hilt deep within you, earning a guttural groan unearthed from the depths of his throat. He thought he was starting to get used to your body, and sometimes not at all. Not when you do this.
âYouâreâŠyouâre so fucking impatient,â he hissed, clinging to you against in contrary to his tone.
You caught your bottom lip between your teeth, grinding up hungrily to grow friction between your clit on his groin, muffled whines being pulled out of you as Seungcheol dragged himself out to only plunge himself back in. Your teeth sunk into his shoulder, nails dug into his back. You held onto that sensation until he duplicated it again and again, leaving you slack-jawed as he turned one-two-three thrusts to an endless cycle.
âCheol, oh my god,â you moaned, throwing your head back into the sheets, your digits furling and tension in your stomach coiling.
âYes,â he managed to muster, clearing the messy hair away from your face, endeared by the way your legs twitched around his torso and how your eyes glisten with adoration that made him feel loved and made him never want his eyes to stray. âTell me.â
âYouâre making me feel so good,â you delicately cooed.
âYeah?â He sweetly cupped your face, rolling his hips before taking a sharp thrust. âI feel good inside you?â
You nodded, your hand ran in his hair, wistfully staring back as you licked your lips. âIn me so deep,â needy hips snapping back into him. âFucking me so good.â
âShit,â he moaned, clenching his abdomen in pride before his thrusts hastened. Eyes ripping open, you threw your head forward, your nails penetrated his forearms, you bellowed a carnal roar, startling him but not stopping him.
âThat hurt?â
âNoâŠMoreâŠâ you growled in anguish, your appetite far from vanquished.Â
Your eyes rolled back as skin collided like cymbals, crashing and burning against one another loudly and hard. Everything around you started to fade out of view until it was just Seungcheol, who would stop at nothing to please you. And please you he did when your lips slotted together, tracing the shape of our mouth with tongues before you felt it peeking, teetering on the edge of its arrival, clawing at your door.
âIâm close,â you harshly whispered, âFuck, Iâm so close.â
He was smart, he took the hint. âKeep going? Or go faster?â
ââŠfaster?â
âOkay.â
âWaiâah-ahhââ
You squeezed around him, tightening every limb as it clung to every part of him as he rammed into you, somehow still rock hard, and with energy left to give it to you harder. You felt every inch of him in that moment of ecstasy. His girth stretched your walls, his length hollowing you out until youâre nothing without him and you might as well be, and your tongue sinfully on stuck his name as it branded you.Â
âIâm cumming, Seungcheol! I'm cumming!â
Your stomach would tense, his name coming out as a sound of anguish, plead, elation. You latched on to him, holding on as your release may adhere to him, spilling on him and only him as you shook, trembling before he reclaimed your lips, his distraction soothing and easing your mind.
âHey,â he softly muttered, pressing a kiss to the corner of your lips. âYou okay?â
âMore than that,â you quietly answered, with a growing grin.
âYouâŠkinda lost it there.â
You rolled your eyes, swiveling your head away from him. âOh, shut up.â
He grinned before landing on his back beside, quickly disposing of the condom just out of view.
âYouâre way worse than me,â he pointed out, making you slap him on the chest.
âEnough.â
But he didnât seem to think so. âSo, thatâs what nymphomania is like firsthand.â
âOkay, you wanna have a go? I have energy for a fight, I can still fight, you know,â he pulled you towards him, holding your arms in place and feeling you writhe in his grip.
âThat's alright. I donât mind, as long as Iâm on the other end of it.â
For a while, itâs silence and just each other's presence. You both laid side by side, your sweat and fatigue just hanging in the air for you both to bask in. You nuzzled up to him closer, feeling him turn to his side to face you, and your eyes lock as they always do: with a strike of electricity right through them.Â
âYouâre so pretty,â he complimented softly, gently touching your face, the heat blooming rapidly between his fingers.
âAnd youâre soâŠhot. Shit.â You laid back down flat, your cheeks and ears burning in clarity.
He looked over you, eyebrow ascending in puzzlement before chuckling and retrieving you. âIs my sexual appeal frustrating to you?â
You groaned. âYouâre so annoying. Had to be you of all people, oh my god,â you exasperatedly grumbled.
He spun you back to face him, his smile the most annoyingly handsome thing about him. âI would hope itâs me, because for me itâs only you. I donât want anyone else. I donât want to look. I know youâre who I want.â
ââŠFuck!â You shouted from the top of your lungs before crashing your lips onto his, revving your engines and reigniting the fire kindling in your stomach that had only been briefly subdued.
Even at all hours of the night, when you lost track of time, you never got tired of that face. Flushed, elated as he faced you, swollen mouths meeting harmoniously, as your bodies fit together and you claimed his lap. His length plunged inside as you sank down on him, colliding against the muscles of his thigh as your walls fluttered around his cock to the rhythm of his thrusts. Your arms looped securely around his neck as one of his arms tucked over your back closed and teased a bouncing, lively breast with the other.
âLike that please,â you pleaded, breathlessly.
âThat good?â He asked, moving his hand to the meat of your ass, undulating you towards him. âDo you like that?â
You nodded, every nerve in your body restless as he stimulated every possible sense you had, making you reel with pleasure. âFuck yes, like that, shit.â
He whimpered as your thighs squeezed around him, bowing his head to capture your nipple in his mouth, sucking and swirling until you squealed uncontrollably, dragging your hips with the force of his hands for better control.
âGod, youâre so fucking sexy,â he gritted before planting his shins on the mattress, lifting his ass and groin up before thrusting up into with accelerated strength and speed.
You let out a large gasp before that familiar growl, clinging to him before your nails pierced and clawed his back muscle, feeling him reach there depths that have only led to happy endings. âFuck, cheol!â
âShit, what I wouldnât do for youâŠfor your pretty face, pretty eyes, pretty voice, pretty hairâfuck, it makes me want to put my cum in you!â Tension rising in his legs as he thrusted harder, anything you once saw in front of you was gone when your vision had disappeared to the back of your mind.
âMmmh, thatâs so good, donât fucking stop!â You raggedly cried.
His hands splayed over the curve of your ass, squeezed and bounced you on him deeper while sucking and running his tongue over your tits as if he was starved. Nothing could pry either of you off each other, and the noises that culminated and bleed through the walls of Seungcheolâs home were enough loud deafening proof of that.Â
Each stroke, each thrust, each mind numbing orgasmâif a round led to one at all and most of the time it didâseemed as if it was better than the last. Seungcheol was right to assumed heâd make it last the whole night, because by the time they had been too tired to continue, birds were chirping out the window, but at least you both had finally gotten some rest.Â
âSo what now?â
He chuckled at the sudden question in the middle of your morning snuggle, feeling your warm embrace after an estimated four to five hours of sleep. Not ideal in terms of recommended amount of sleep for a healthy adult, but enough. âYouâre asking me?â
âWell, weâve been âdatingâ in the eyes of everyone for the last 2 to 3 months, but some things are gonna look a little different now, Iâm guessing. So what now?â
He pulled you closer, kissing your forehead with his. âPeople mind their business, and we enjoy it.â
âWe enjoy it,â you repeated, rather liking the sound of that.
And he nodded, and you smiled knowing the answer was perfect just as is and anyone who questioned had their own problems to deal with.
âCan I still visit your office sometimes?â
He softly scoffed, parting your hair tenderly. âYou can do whatever you want. They obviously love you a lot more than they like me.â
You smiled mischievously, climbing on top of his lap, and kissing the top of his nose. âGood, I get to keep you all to myself.â
He raised a playful brow, letting out a sigh of realization. âSo, youâre that kind of girlfriend.âÂ
You lightly punched him in the arm, but he caught your fist in his hand, unfurling your fingers to interlock with his, flustering you with his touch as he scooted closer, straightening your joined bodies against the bed frame.
âI like it. I wonât have anything to worry about. Except. Maybe, what I'll have to worry about is how Iâll get anything done when Iâm kissing you,â he said with a kiss, âTouching you,â he said with a caress to your backside and pebbling your skin, drowning you in a mellow and decadent voice, âand making sweet, sweet love to you.â
And there went the little rest you had and the rest of your weekend.Â
Eventually, weekends had to end and Mondays came around again. Seungcheol started to understand why people hated them so much. Workdays and long hours at work meant he had less time for you and making up for time theyâve lost in the week theyâve lost with the stress of the project. However, that was over now. He could go back to his regularly scheduled programming. And now, he knew not to take a good thing like you for granted and with a lighter workload, his work and life balance seemed more manageable.Â
âMr. Choi isnât back yet?â Minghao asked, seeing an empty office.
Chan perked up from behind his cubicle, shaking his head. âHe's still out on his lunch date with his girlfriend. Somewhere special, I heard.â
Jeonghan winced in disagreement, smirking, âAre they really out? I couldâve sworn I saw his car still in the parking garage in his spot.â
Chan shrugged, walking around with an imaginary question mark above his head as he launched his crumbled up take out bag into a disposal bin and missing before hurrying along to properly throw it away. âMaybe they took a cab.â
Joshua pretended to ponder, swiveling his chair to the center of the office floor, âOrâŠâ
They flocked to him, ear in first, eyes all rounded in interest as they anticipated the words that would come next out of their colleagueâs mouths. Joshua rubbed his fingers curiously, conspiracy on his mind as he closed his hands around his mouth in secrecy, a hushed tone coming out the other end. âMaybe, theyâre doing something not safe for work on the company's dime. Right. Now.â
âEy,â Seokmin scolded, âItâs Mr. Choi, we're talking about Choi Seungcheol. As loving as a partner Iâm sure he is, heâs responsible enough to avoid those kinds of situations. Itâs probably traffic or something.â
Mumbling in agreement, everyone fell closer in line with Seokminâs theory and resumed work. Meanwhile, Jeonghan nudged Joshua, who had been his cubicle neighbor and work friend for the better half of three years. âI donât think youâre far off, but the chances of him doing something that scandalous are slim to none. Before his current girlfriend, I hadnât even seen him speak to a woman.â
âI guess so,â Joshua sighed, unsure of his theory now. âI wonder what theyâre really doing then.â
As the working men of VENTE Co. consumed their hours with gossip and the usual run of the mill office antics that would help keep them awake, a certain office manager was consumed with something else in the darkness of the VENTE Co. parking garage. As his hands lost themselves in the heat of the weight toppling on top of him, at the same time they were persistent in pushing him off, failing as the slickness of their previous ventures on the front seat of his sport sedan.
Heâd mumble the same three words without fail, etching them into your skin, deeply inhaling your lingering matter in the midst of your blended breaths. âFive more minutes.â
Suffocated in the compartmentalized space of the vehicle, you gently shoved the hands off of your boyfriend, sweat beading down your forehead and chest as he tried to undo the buttons you had redone with his lips latched on your neck. âYou have work!â You moaned in a mix of frustration and residual arousal.Â
âYou donât,â he whined softly.Â
You groaned, âYes, I do. With projects, clients, meetings, just like you.â
âThen what do you do?â He started to argue, irritability singeing on his tongue, âAll this time youâve said you worked when I have no idea what.â
You sighed and rested your hand on his shoulders. You met eyes and tried to focus with his hair disheveled, his dress shirt half done, a massive tent in his pants, and a sliver of firm pectoral muscle lightly layered in perspiration calling out to you like a siren to a sailor at sea. Finally, a resigned expression graced your face, at last willing to tell him your job that had to be the most lucrative, but boring quality about yourself, that youâve always had to explain to your dates, twice, what exactly it is you did. Then again, this was Seungcheol. If anyone understood what you did for work, itâd be him.Â
âIâm a freelance Business Management Consultant overseeing a few startups. Some youâve maybe have heard before and one maybeâŠthat recently entered in the Fortune 500.â
ââŠThat is so fucking sexy and makes so much sense.â He hurriedly started unbuttoning your shirt again, burying his face in the valley of your tits, âTen minutes!â
âCheol, please!â
âOk, 5 minutes.â You rolled your eyes as you pushed his back, and pinning him against his seat as he frowned and lightly flailed his arms, lips puffing to swell in a frustrated pout before whining, âCome on!â
âAre youâŠpouting?â
He blinked, taken aback by your question until he glanced himself in the front view mirror before pointing at his face. âIs that what itâs called?â
You squished his cheeks, feeling the warmth of his face burn your palms and between your fingers as it spread throughout your body. Suddenly, youâve been thrown into a proprietary state of being, clinging on to him and the image of this rare distortion of his features until you can make him do an expression like it again. âYou do that for no one but me.â
Despite the confusion that passed through him, he nodded, only puffing his lip bigger as a result as his hands crept slyly around your bare frame, feeling the goosebumps that he raised in his trail.
âFive more minutes,â you agreed, before crashing lips with him again, making his lunch break even longer than expected.
That was the first of a handful of incidents, but the most memorable of the bunch, at least for everyone below Seungcheol. To this day, the office commemorates it as âThe day no one knew why Mr. Choi was taking his lunch break for so long.â That had started a flurry of new rumors going around the building, and honestly, Seungcheol liked these ones better.
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I just saw a post where they mentioned what if Logan mocked your moans while he fingered you, or was doing anything really. It seems like it would feel silly coming from him but also so perfectly degrading
summary: y/n had always had a crush on Logan. not the worst Logan, but her timeline Logan. sadly, he died, and now she was stuck with this variant Wade had brought back home. sharing an apartment with an asshole was bad enough, but sharing one with an attractive, cocky, asshole, was far worse. especially when he knew how he made you feel.
note: this story will be the worst Logan. as always, heâs grumpy, and just an open asshole who thinks heâs better than the people heâs around.
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âWho do you think you are?â Y/n looked up into the manâs eyes with anger, upset that he wouldnât let her leave the apartment to go out with her friends. She goes out every weekend, and every weekend, he tries to stop her.
âWadeâs gone, and youâre out again â What are you hiding, y/n?â Logan asked, knowing whatever she did was none of her business. âIâm the legal age to drink and club, and youâre in my business about it? â Let me go,â y/n tried taking her arm away.
âYou donât pay for the bills here. Wade does, and-â Logan tried making up some story about how disrespectful she would be to do what she wants. âAnd, Wade doesnât give a shit. What now? Iâm a grown woman. I could have a whole family if I wanted to, and youâre trying to trap me in the apartment like Iâm some teen,â
âYou donât need to be out there, y/n,â Logan said, knowing what she goes out there for. He couldnât stand it. Usually, when he teased women and they played hard to get, they didnât just go out and party. Y/n did, and he couldnât handle that.
âGet off of me, or I burn you,â y/n threatened as her body temperature heartened. âIâll heal, and I donât think you want to deal with me after I do,â Logan threatened as he moved his face inches from hers.
Within seconds, the man let go of how hot her skin was getting. Y/n instantly turned around and left to get out and away from the man who was trying his best to control her.
Fast-forward several hours, y/n finally returned from the nightclub she had attended with her lady friends. Many hours of drinking and plenty of hours of kissing random men had accrued that night.
That only made Loganâs blood boil as he watched every second of it pass by. He debated on lashing out at her every time she went to the bathroom, but when she went, she was always with a girl-friend.
The older man had to suffer for hours as the woman heâd been dying to have, had been kissing other men.
He couldnât understand why y/n was so stuck up. Last he checked, women lived them rude and cocky. What happened in this timeline?
âFinally home,â Logan spoke in the corner of the darkroom as y/n stumbled into the apartment. She instantly rolled her eyes and sighed as she kicked off her shoes, barely being able to open her eyes or stand correctly.
âGonna at least speak to me? Or are you too pissy drunk?â Logan asked, knowing which one it was. âThatâs what I thought,â the man shook his head as he got up to walk toward her, but she paid no attention and made her way to her room.
âYou didnât even lock the door!â Logan shouted after her, but she ignored him, barely able to think about anything that was happening around her. Once she left the club with loud music, that was it for her.
Logan locked the front door and straightened up the shoes she kicked off on the front mat before he made his way toward her room. The man went to open her door, but she had locked it to shut him out for the night.
Logan sat in his room for a good hour, thinking about the way he should handle y/n. Should he kick her door down and yell at her? Should he talk to her from outside of her room? Should he wait to bring it up tomorrow? Or should he never speak of tonight?
Through the hour, he also thought about those men she let touch all over her and explore her mouth. He swore heâs never been too pissed off about a woman in his life.
Itâs almost like she knew he was there to rub it in his face, and if that was the case, and he were to ever find out, he wouldnât know how far heâd get upset.
All the men she kissed tonight waited for her, like some dog. Itâs like Logan could see them a mile away. Why did she choose them, and not him? Logan was the real man here, not them.
âFuck that,â Logan growled low as he pushed off of his bed and made his way out of his room. The man walked down the small hall before kicking y/nâs door open, causing her to jolt a bit in her sleep.
âGet up,â Logan demanded, but she barely understood him. She was still drunk, and now half asleep and in her dream. âWhat?â Y/n asked low as she saw the huge man make his way towards her.
âUp!â Logan demanded again before he ripped her cover off. âHey-â y/n went to say before Logan grabbed and pulled her up until she was seated in her bed. âLogan, whatâs the deal?â Y/n asked, always irritated as he shifted her bottom to the edge of the bed.
âI want you to tell me if they mattered,â Logan spoke, only confused y/n. âWhat-â y/n tried saying before Logan ripped her panties off. She had only worse panties and a bra to sleep in tonight instead of a nightgown like she usually wears. She was far too drunk to go through her drawers and find one.
âHey,â y/n said as she went to push Loganâs fingers away that she rubbed across her heat. âYouâre not even wet â They couldnât have been that good, then,â Loganâs delusion fully kicked in before he stuck to fingers deep into y/nâs mouth.
Y/n tried pulling away and shaking her head, but Logan continued until his fingers were soaked with her saliva.
âDonât bitch if it goes in dry then,â Logan said before he pushed two fingers at her entrance. âHey, no-â y/n went to stop him, but her voice cracked out as her hands stayed in shock right next to her thighs.
The young lady gripped her sheets as Logan curled his two fingers inside of her. âAt least youâre empty â Maybe youâre not such a slut after all,â Logan said as y/n whined at the instant feeling of her stomach tightening.
âAw, whatâs wrong? Am I too big? â Fuck, I havenât even put my dick in you yet,â Logan chuckled as he began to push his fingers in and out of her heat, focusing on her moans and the way she gripped around him.
âL-Lo-L-Lo,â y/n stuttered as she tried her best to keep herself up. âLo-Lo-Lo â Fucking pathetic,â Logan mocked the girl as he looked into her eyes. She could barely hold them open as Logan played inside of her.
âNo more,â y/n cried low as she felt herself near, upset that she wasnât pushing the man off. She was strong enough to get rid of Logan, but something in her didnât want him to stop this.
âYou didnât tell those little boys to stop â What makes you think Iâll fucking stop? Huh? â Ian stoppinâ princess,â Logan assured y/n, only making her roll her eyes, fully turned on by the way he was treating her.
For so long, y/n has been waiting for Logan to show just how cocky and asshole-like he could get. Finally, tonight, he decided to let it out.
With her being drunk, she couldnât love this even more. There was nothing she could do about the way she was about to gush all over him.
âIâm gonna cum,â y/n said low as she fell back onto her mattress, getting ready to give Logan what he was trying so desperately to get from her. âThere you go â Relax that body â Give it to me, Bub,â and with that, she did.
Y/nâs body locked up for a few seconds before shaking. Logan couldnât help but laugh at her to taunt the way she got because of him. âLook at how I get you,â
Logan licked himself after he pulled out of y/n, making sure to get a treat for himself. That had triggered his mind to pick her up and take her to his room to continue eating her out.
âGet those fucking hands away from me, or Iâll make you count till ten,â Logan threatened after y/n tried pushing his head away from her heat. âNo more â Please,â y/n begged the man as she took deep gasps.
All Logan did was chuckle into her heat, knowing he had too many more orgasms to go.
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Home Again - Charles Leclerc x Reader
summary: eight years, one city, and a thousand unspoken wordsâwill a chance encounter in London bring closure, or is there more in store for Monaco's golden boy and the one who got away? (4.5k words)
content: reunion, slight angst, unresolved feelings, childhood friends
AN: another Charles one! I felt like these tropes really suited his vibe, I hope you enjoy!! :)
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London always felt like a city of paradoxes - chaotic yet calming, detached yet full of life. As I sipped my cappuccino at a small café tucked away in Soho, I let my mind wander. The same questions had lingered in my mind over the years, growing louder the longer I avoided them. Was it a mistake to leave? Should I have fought harder to keep in touch with him? With Charles?
I shook my head. No, leaving Monaco had been necessary. It was beautiful, yes, but it was like living inside a postcard, picture-perfect on the outside but so painfully hollow within. Everyone was constantly posturing, trying to outdo the next person in opulence, charm, or connections. It was exhausting.
And Charles⊠he was Monte Carlo personified in so many ways. Stunning, magnetic, the kind of person who made you feel alive just by being in his orbit. But there was something raw and real beneath that glossy exterior, something Iâd always seen, even when no one else seemed to. I loved him for it. And maybe, in a way, I hated him too - for thriving in a place that felt like it would suffocate me.
The faint chime of the cafĂ© door opening pulled me from my thoughts. I glanced up, expecting some trendy Londoner or a tourist fumbling with their map. But instead, my eyes landed on a familiar face, one I hadnât seen in nearly a decade. Arthur Leclerc.
âY/N?â His voice was incredulous, his eyebrows shooting up as he stopped mid-step. He looked exactly the same, just a bit taller, a bit sharper around the edges. Still the same boy I remembered from childhood, though, with that mischievous glint in his eye.
I blinked, unsure if I was hallucinating. âArthur?â
He grinned, practically bounding over to my table. âMon dieu, it is you! I wasnât sure at first, but⊠wow, what are you doing in London?â
I gestured to my half-empty coffee cup. âLiving here. What about you? I thought youâd be⊠I donât know, in Monaco or racing somewhere glamorous.â
Arthur slid into the seat across from me without waiting for an invitation, his grin widening. âI was here for a sim session, actually. But you, London? I thought youâd be in Paris or some other philosophy capital, writing about Socrates or something.â
I laughed softly. âClose enough. I came here for university, and I never left.â
âEight years.â His tone was lighter, but his words carried weight. âItâs been eight years, Y/N. Do you ever go back?â
The question hit me harder than I expected. I took a sip of my coffee to buy myself time. âNo,â I admitted. âNot since⊠well, not since I left.â
Arthurâs expression softened, though confusion lingered in his eyes. âYou just⊠left,â he said gently. âNo one really understood why. Charles especially.â
I looked down at my coffee, the words caught in my throat. How could I explain the weight of feeling like an outsider in a world I was supposed to call home?
âI just needed to go,â I murmured. âIt wasnât about anyone else.â
Arthur studied me for a moment, then nodded slowly. âI guess I never really got it, but⊠if itâs what you needed, then fine.â He paused before leaning forward with a small smile. âCome back. Just for the weekend, for the Grand Prix. I think itâd mean a lot to everyone. To Charles.â
I bit my lip, unsure how to respond. The truth was, Iâd thought about going back a hundred times. But every time, I chickened out. Monaco felt like a ghost town to me now, haunted by memories I wasnât sure I was ready to face.
âI donât know,â I said finally. âItâs complicated.â
âIt doesnât have to be,â Arthur said simply. He pulled out his phone and started typing something before I could protest. âThere. IÂ signed you up as my guest. No backing out now.â
I stared at him, equal parts annoyed and touched by his insistence. âWhat if I had plans already?â
âCancel them,â he shot back with a wink. âBut seriously, Y/N, itâs time. Come back. Just for a weekend. Whatâs the worst that could happen?â
I sighed, knowing Iâd already lost this battle. And maybe he was right. Maybe it was time.
âŠ
Monaco hadnât changed. Not really.
The same sunlit streets curved around the cliffs, the same pastel buildings clung to the coastline, their colors soft and warm under the Mediterranean sun. The harbor was still crowded with yachts that gleamed like polished jewels, reflecting the light off the waterâs surface. It was all exactly as I rememberedâbeautiful in the kind of way that made you feel small and insignificant.
I wasnât sure what I expected. Maybe cracks in the pristine perfection, signs that time had weathered the place the same way it had weathered me. But Monaco, ever the picture perfect place, refused to bend to time.
And for the first time in years, I didnât resent it for that. The beauty I had once thought insincere now felt strangely comforting, like being greeted by an old friend who hadnât forgotten you, even if you had drifted apart.
âHere we are, mademoiselle,â the taxi driver said, pulling up to the paddock entrance.
I took a deep breath and stepped out. The familiar hum of Grand Prix weekend surrounded me immediately - the roar of engines revving in the distance, the buzz of chatter from fans and team members, the faint tang of fuel in the air. It was overwhelming, yes, but also exhilarating. Nostalgia wrapped around me, equal parts warm and suffocating.
âY/N!â Arthurâs voice rang out, pulling me back to the present. He was waiting just inside the paddock entrance, a wide grin spreading across his face as he waved me over.
I smiled despite myself and walked toward him. âArthur,â I said, my tone teasing. âYouâre not old enough to be drinking espresso yet.â
He laughed, pulling me into a hug that was warmer than I expected. âEight years and you still wonât give me a break. Come on, letâs go.â
âGo where?â I asked as he led me into the paddock, his enthusiasm practically radiating off him.
âEverywhere,â he said simply. âItâs been years. Youâve missed so much.â
Arthur guided me through the maze of the paddock, pointing out everything with a mix of pride and excitement, as though I hadnât grown up watching all of this unfold. But I let him have his moment, nodding along and laughing at his commentary.
âYou look different,â he said suddenly, catching me off guard. âIn a good way, I mean. More⊠I donât know, serious. Like youâve seen things. Learned things.â
I raised an eyebrow. âThatâs a very poetic way of saying I look old, Arthur.â
âNo, really,â he insisted, his expression earnest. âItâs like youâve grown into yourself.â
The comment was unexpected, but it warmed me. âThanks,â I said softly. âYouâve grown up too. A little.â
He grinned. âDonât let Charles hear you say that. He still treats me like a kid.â
At the mention of Charles, my stomach twisted, though I tried to keep my expression neutral. Arthur must have noticed something, because his tone shifted, gentler now. âI know itâs probably weird, being back here,â he said. âBut I think itâs good you came. I think⊠I think Charles will be happy to see you.â
I didnât have the heart to tell him how wrong I thought he was. Instead, I nodded and let him lead me deeper into the paddock.
âŠ
The paddock was chaos, as always. Media rushing everywhere, team members darting back and forth. But Charles couldnât focus on any of it.
Because she was here.
He had only seen her for a brief moment, just a glimpse of her stepping out of a taxi and into the paddock. But it was enough to bring back everything; every memory, every laugh, every ache of missing her. She looked exactly like she did before, only prettier.Â
It had been eight years. Eight years since she left without a goodbye, leaving him to wonder if he had done something wrong, if he had somehow driven her away. And now she was back, as though she had never been gone.
âArthur,â he muttered, pulling out his phone. His hand shook slightly as he dialed.
His brother answered on the first ring. âCharles? Whatâs up?â
âWhatâs up?â Charles hissed, keeping his voice low as he stepped out of the chaos and into a quiet corner. âArthur, why didnât you tell me she was coming?â
There was a pause, then a sheepish laugh. âAh. Youâve seen her already.â
âYes, Iâve seen her!â Charles snapped, though the anger in his voice was undercut by the nervous energy bubbling beneath. âYou shouldâve warned me.â
âI didnât think I needed to,â Arthur said, his tone annoyingly casual. âI thought youâd be happy. Itâs been years, Charles. Donât you want to see her?â
Charles ran a hand through his hair, leaning against the wall. âOf course I want to see her. I just⊠I donât know what to say.â
Arthurâs voice softened. âYouâll figure it out. You always did with her.â
âŠ
Arthur had been called away to a meeting, leaving me to wander the place on my own. I found a quiet spot near the Ferrari hospitality area, nursing a coffee and trying to steady the whirlwind of emotions in my chest.
Being back here was surreal, like stepping into a memory I wasnât sure I wanted to relive. But at the same time, I couldnât deny the comfort of it - the familiar sounds, the smell of the sea air mixed with fuel, the vibrant energy of race weekend.
I heard footsteps behind me and turned instinctively, my breath catching as I locked eyes with him.
Charles.
He stopped in his tracks, his expression a mix of shock and something I couldnât place, something that made my chest tighten. For a moment, neither of us moved. The weight of eight years of silence hung in the air between us, heavy and unyielding.
Before I could say anything, he turned abruptly and walked away.
âŠ
The roar of the engines drowned out everything else. I stood on the hospitality terrace, surrounded by fans who were shouting encouragement in a chorus of excitement. The energy was contagious, a reminder of why I had always loved race weekends, even when the rest of Monaco felt stifling.
Arthur had left me to sit with some of his friends, but I didnât mind being alone. It gave me a chance to take it all inâthe track, the sea of red Ferrari merchandise, the sun reflecting off the sleek cars. My eyes kept drifting to one in particular, the red number 16 that seemed to glide through every corner as though the circuit were made for it.
Charles.
I hadnât seen him since he walked away from me in the paddock earlier. It shouldnât have surprised me; after all, what could we have possibly said to each other in that moment? But it still stung, the abruptness of it, the way he looked at me like I was a ghost he wasnât ready to confront.
I shook my head, trying to push the thought away. It didnât matter. This wasnât about him. It was about being here, about reconnecting with a part of my life I had left behind.
But as the race unfolded, I couldnât stop my gaze from following him. Every lap, every overtaking move, every moment of brilliance - it was impossible not to be drawn in. Charles had always been talented, but seeing him now, so focused and in control, was something else entirely. It was breathtaking.
The crowd around me erupted as Charles crossed the finish line, taking the victory in a masterful final lap. People were cheering, waving flags, hugging strangers in celebration. I found myself smiling, caught up in the infectious energy of the moment.
But my smile faltered as I saw him step out of the car. The joy on his face was undeniable, but there was something elseâsomething in the way his eyes scanned the crowd, as though he were looking for someone.
For a split second, I thought he might be looking for me. But then I shook my head, brushing the thought away. Charles had the whole world celebrating him right now. Why would he waste a second of it on someone who had been gone for so long?
Still, as he climbed onto the podium and lifted the trophy, I couldnât help but feel that same strange pull I had always felt with him. It wasnât just admiration or pride; it was I only felt with him.
As the celebrations spilled into the paddock, where the Ferrari garage was alive with champagne showers, laughter, I kept my distance, lingering near the back of the crowd as the team surrounded Charles, congratulating him.
Arthur spotted me and made his way over, a grin plastered across his face. âPretty incredible, huh?â he said, motioning toward the scene.
I nodded. âHeâs⊠heâs amazing,â I said, my voice quieter than I intended.
Arthur gave me a look, something between knowing and sympathetic. âYou should come to the afterparty,â he said. âWeâre all heading to Rimaldi later. Itâll be fun.â
I hesitated, the thought of being in a room full of people who knew Charles, who had been part of his world all these years, making my stomach twist. âI donât knowâŠâ
âDonât overthink it,â Arthur said, cutting me off. âItâs just a party. No pressure.â
I forced a smile, but the weight in my chest didnât ease. âWeâll see,â I said, knowing full well I wasnât going to go.
***
The party at Rimaldi was everything Charles had come to expect from these celebrationsâloud music, overflowing champagne, and a sea of people he barely recognized. The restaurantâs cozy atmosphere had been transformed into a chaotic celebration, with glasses clinking and laughter filling every corner. Fans and acquaintances congratulated him as though they were old friends, slapping him on the back and offering toasts in his honor.
Normally, this was his element. He was good at thisâthe smiling, the handshakes, the polite small talk that came with being the center of attention. On any other night, he would have been content to let the noise and the crowd carry him, to let it fill the empty spaces he so often ignored. But tonight was different.
Tonight, no matter how many times he raised his glass or laughed along with a joke, he couldnât shake the gnawing restlessness that had been with him all day. His mind kept drifting, pulled away from the party and back to the one place he couldnât seem to avoidâher.
Sheâd looked the same and yet completely different. The years had softened some edges and sharpened others, but it was still her. Y/N, the person who had once been his closest friend, his anchor in a world that often felt overwhelming. He thought he had moved on from wondering why she left, why she cut him off, but seeing her again brought it all back in a rush.
He barely touched his drink, the glass sweating in his hand as he leaned against the edge of the bar. Across the room, Arthur caught his eye, a knowing grin on his face as he raised his own drink in a silent toast. Charles frowned and turned away, pretending not to notice.
âCharles! Congratulations!â A voice pulled him back to the moment. A well-dressed man, someone he vaguely recognized as a sponsor, clapped him on the shoulder. Charles offered a tight smile, exchanging a few polite words before excusing himself.
The truth was, he wasnât really here. Not mentally. The louder the party grew, the more it grated on him, every laugh and cheer feeling like static in his ears. His thoughts kept circling back to the paddock, to the way her eyes had met his for that brief, electric moment. She had looked surprised, hesitant, but not angry. That was something, at least.
But then she had disappeared, and he hadnât been able to stop replaying it in his mindâthe way she stood there, so poised and composed, and then was gone, swallowed up by the crowd.
By midnight, he couldnât take it anymore. The laughter and music blurred into background noise as he stood, shaking his head at someone offering him another drink. He muttered something about needing rest and slipped out through the side door, ignoring Arthurâs raised eyebrows as he left. His brother didnât stop him, though, and Charles suspected Arthur knew exactly where he was going.
The streets of Monaco were quieter now, the cityâs energy winding down after the race. Charles drove aimlessly at first, his hands tight around the steering wheel. The roads he knew so well blurred together as his thoughts raced faster than his car ever could.
He didnât know what he was going to say. He didnât even know if she would want to see him. But none of that mattered, because the one thing he did know, the one thought that consumed him, was this:
He needed to see her.
***
The knock at the door startled me.
I glanced at the clock on the bedside tableâ12:27 a.m. I had been lying on the hotel bed for the past hour, staring at the ceiling, trying to make sense of the day. Arthurâs invitation, the race, seeing Charles for the first time in yearsâall of it felt like too much, like I had stepped back into a world I didnât belong to anymore.
Another knock, firmer this time.
I sat up, my heart racing. Maybe it was Arthur, coming to drag me to the afterparty. Or worse, maybe it was a staff member telling me something had gone wrong with my reservation. My stomach twisted as I padded across the room, hesitating before unlocking the door.
But when I opened it, it wasnât Arthur or hotel staff standing there.
It was Charles.
He leaned against the doorframe, his hands stuffed into his jacket pockets, his hair slightly tousled by the wind. He was dressed casuallyâdark jeans, a fitted jacket that hinted at his frameâbut there was nothing casual about the look in his eyes. They flickered between me and the floor, restless, as though he were trying to piece together why he was even here.
âHi,â he said finally, his voice quiet but steady.
I stared at him, too stunned to respond at first. âCharles,â I managed after a moment. âWhat are you doing here?â
His shoulders dropped slightly, like heâd been holding his breath. âCan we go for a drive?â
I blinked, caught off guard. âNow?â
âYes,â he said, his tone firmer this time, though not unkind. âI need to talk to you. And I canât do it here.â
I hesitated, glancing back into the room like it held the answer. But there was no answer waiting for me, no excuse strong enough to keep me from following him. âOkay,â I said softly. âLet me grab my coat.â
The streets of Monaco were quieter now, the city winding down after the race. Charles drove with one hand on the wheel, the other resting loosely on the gearstick. His jaw was tight, his eyes fixed on the road, and the silence between us felt heavy, charged with everything unsaid.
I kept stealing glances at him, trying to read the expression on his face, but it was unreadable. It wasnât anger exactly, but it wasnât calm either. It was something in betweenâa tension I couldnât quite place.
Finally, he turned onto a small road overlooking the harbor and parked. He shut off the engine but didnât move, his hands gripping the steering wheel as he stared out at the lights reflecting on the water.
âWhy did you leave?â he asked finally, his voice breaking the silence like a crack of thunder.
I swallowed hard, my hands twisting in my lap. âI didnât know how to stay,â I said quietly. âMonaco⊠it wasnât the same for me as it was for you. It felt fake, like I was living in a place where everything was about appearances and nothing was real. I couldnât breathe there.â
He turned then, his gaze sharp and searching. âSo you left without a word? Without even telling me?â
I met his eyes, feeling the sting of his words. âI didnât think youâd understand.â
âUnderstand?â he repeated, his voice rising slightly. âY/N, you were my best friend. I would have done anything for you, but you didnât even give me the chance.â
The anger in his tone cut deep, but beneath it, I could hear something elseâhurt. And that was worse.
âI didnât mean to hurt you,â I said softly. âBut I had to go. For me.â
Charles shook his head, running a hand through his hair in frustration. âDo you know how many times I thought about calling you? About flying to London to find you? But I didnât, because I told myself that if you wanted to talk to me, you would.â
I clenched my hands together, forcing myself to hold his gaze. âI thought about telling you,â I said softly. âBut I was scared. Scared that if I saw you, I wouldnât be able to leave. And I had to leave, Charles. I didnât know who I was anymore.â
âI would have let you go if that is what you wanted. I just wish I had known.â He said, looking deep into my eyes.Â
I felt a lump rise in my throat. âIt wasnât that simple.â
âEven a text or a quick call would have made the difference, Y/N.â
âThen why didnât you?â I asked, the words tumbling out before I could stop them. âYou blame me for no contact, but you never reached out either.â
His jaw tightened, his hands gripping the steering wheel again. âBecause I didnât think you wanted me to,â he said finally, his voice quieter now. âYou didnât leave a door open, Y/N. Not for me, not for anyone.â
The anger in his tone cut deep, but beneath it, I could hear something elseâhurt. And that was worse.
We fell into silence, the weight of our words hanging heavy in the air. My chest felt tight, my emotions raw and unsteady. I looked out at the harbor, the city lights shimmering like distant stars, and took a deep breath.
âExplain it to me,â he said, his voice quieter now, almost pleading. âBecause I donât understand, Y/N. Iâve spent eight years not understanding.â
My chest felt tight, the weight of everything we had been avoiding pressing down on me.
âI was scared,â I admitted, my voice trembling. âScared that if I stayed, Iâd lose myself. Scared that if I saw you again, Iâd lose the courage to leave. And then⊠after your dadâŠâ I trailed off, the memory too painful to finish. âI didnât know how to come back after that.â
Charlesâs expression softened, the anger fading into something more vulnerable. âYou could have come to me,â he said quietly. âYou should have come to me.â
I shook my head, tears pricking the corners of my eyes. âAnd what would I have said? âSorry for leaving you when you needed me the mostâ? I couldnât face that, Charles. I couldnât face you.â
For a moment, neither of us spoke. The only sound was the faint hum of the city outside.
My chest felt tight, my emotions raw and unsteady, as though years of bottled-up feelings had burst open all at once, leaving me vulnerable and exposed. I turned my gaze toward the harbor, the city lights shimmering like scattered stars on the water, their soft glow blurring slightly as tears pricked at my eyes. The stillness of the moment contrasted sharply with the storm raging inside me.
Charles broke the silence, his voice soft but resolute, as though heâd been holding these words back for far too long. âIt shouldnât have been Arthur who invited you back,â he said, his tone laced with frustration and regret. âIt shouldâve been me. I shouldâve been the one to call you.â
The honesty in his voice hit me like a blow to the chest. I turned to him, my breath hitching as his words sank in. The years apart had been a chasm between us, filled with missed chances and unspoken words, and hearing him acknowledge it felt like a bittersweet relief. My throat tightened, and I struggled to find my voice.
âI know,â I said finally, my voice trembling. âBut you didnât call me. And⊠neither did I call you. We both let it happen.â
Charlesâs jaw tightened, and he looked away briefly, his profile illuminated by the faint glow of the streetlights outside. When he spoke again, his voice was quieter, almost fragile. âI didnât know how to. After you left, I was confused. I didnât want to admit how much it hurt. And then it just⊠felt easier to pretend I didnât care.â
I let out a shaky breath, the tears Iâd been holding back finally slipping free. âThe second I got back to Monaco, all I did was look for you,â I admitted, my words coming out in a rush, like I had been holding them in for years. âEverywhere I went, I looked for you. You were everywhere - your face in the streets, your name in conversations, your memory in everything I saw. And yet⊠you were nowhere.â
I heard Charles inhale sharply, and when I turned back, his eyes were locked on mine, filled with an intensity that made my breath catch. Green and piercing, they were searching for something, some part of me I wasnât sure I still had to give. Vulnerability. Hope. Regret. I saw all of it reflected in his gaze, and it was almost too much.
âI didnât know if I wanted to see you again,â he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. âI didnât know if I could. But now that youâre hereâŠâ He shook his head, his expression softening into something raw and earnest. âNow that youâre here, I canât imagine letting you go again.â
The space between us seemed to disappear in an instant. Charles reached out, his hand trembling slightly as he cupped my face, his thumb brushing against my cheek in a way that was both tender and desperate. His touch was hesitant at first, as though he was afraid I might pull away. But I didnât. I couldnât.
Then, before I could say anything, his lips met mine.
The kiss was soft at first, tentative, like we were both testing the waters of something so fragile it might shatter under the weight of our emotions. But it deepened quickly, carrying years of longing, frustration, and unspoken love. It was messy and imperfect, tears mingling with laughter, but it felt like home in a way I hadnât felt in years.
When we finally pulled apart, Charles didnât move far. His forehead rested against mine, his breath warm against my skin. He closed his eyes for a moment, as though grounding himself in the closeness between us, before murmuring, âI donât want to lose you again. Not ever.â
My heart pounded, each beat echoing the promise in his words. I closed my eyes, letting the moment wash over me, before whispering back, âYou wonât.â
In that moment, the weight of the past seemed to lift, leaving something lighter in its place. We werenât perfect, and neither was this, but it was enough. It was us.
#f1 x reader#f1 fanfic#f1 one shot#charles leclerc x you#charles leclerc x reader#charles leclerc one shot#charles leclerc#charles leclerc fanfic#cl16 x reader#cl16 one shot
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A Love Like This (Evan Buckley x SingleMom!Reader)
word count: 2149
warnings/tags: scary Halloween decorations (monsters), motherly insecurities, sick child, as always if I missed anything please let me know
note: part of my single mom reader universes which can be found here
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5 times your daughter prefers Buck, 1 time she prefers you
1ïžâŁ
It was a nice summer day, good for a picnic at the park. Buck had the day off and promised to spend some time with you both this weekend as heâd been so busy all week.
You packed a large blanket and a cooler of sandwiches, snacks and drinks for a few hours at the park. Buck had even brought some slices of cake he had made.
Evie helped you set up the blanket on a fluffy patch of grass while Buck carried all the other items.
âDo you want to play for a little bit then come and eat?â You asked, sitting down and kicking your shoes off.
âYes! Iâm not hungry yet.â She claps her hands.
âAlright, put on some sunscreen and you can go.â You beckon her forward. She groans, hating the feeling of the sticky lotion on her skin.
âCome on kid, sunscreen isnât so bad.â Buck laughs, handing you a water from the cooler. âMake sure you stay close by, weâve got to see you at all times.â Buck reminds her as you slather lotion on her face and arms.
âDo you want to go on the swings?â You ask, rubbing her arms. âI can come push you for a bit.â
âI want Buck to do it.â She demands, not unkindly.
âHey! Why not me?â You pout.
âBuck has bigger arms and heâs stronger so he can push me higher and faster.â
âThatâs probably true.â He shrugs.
âSo mean you two.â
âAwe, donât get jealous.â Buck teases, leaning down to peck your forehead. âCanât help that Iâm the favorite.â He shoots before picking Evie up and running off.
Theyâre both laughing as they run to the swings.
2ïžâŁ
Buck had been lucky enough to get Halloween off this year. Most of the 118 decided to spend the night together and take the kids trick or treating. For most of the night Evie stayed by Jee and Maraâs side but when a particular house with some scary decorations came up, she refused to go up.
A soundtrack of eerie sounds, a fog machine, and all types of mannequins replicating movie monsters littered the yard.
âBabe, theyâre just decorations. Itâs okay to be scared but I promise nothing bad will happen.â You rub her back.
âWhy donât you walk between me and Chris?â Denny offers.
She shakes her head quickly and clings to your leg. âDo you want to skip this house?â
âI want to go with Buck.â She grabs his hand, leaving no room for argument.
Buck grins and holds her little hand in his. She stays behind his leg as she shuffles up to the door. Buck can see the bowl of candy on the floor in front of the monster on the rocking chair.
âOkay, keep your eyes closed and Iâll guide your hand to the bowl.â Buck kneels down and guides her hand into the bowl. Her other hand holds her bucket. She grabs a mini candy bar and throws it in her bucket. She finds Buckâs hand again as she pulls him in a jog back to you.
Buck lets out a dramatic breath, âThat was so scary, he almost got us.â
âDid he really?â You raise a brow, laughing at him.
âNo, Buck scared him away!â Evie looks through her candy bowl.
âWith that face, I bet he did.â Eddie jokes causing Chris to laugh loudly and Buck to nudge his shoulder.
3ïžâŁ
âCan we read a book tonight?â Evie slips off the couch and slips her feet into her slippers.
âOkay, go brush your teeth and pick out a book, Iâll be there in a minute okay?â You begin to fold the blanket as you stand.
Buck takes two corners and brings them together. You bring your side to meet his, receiving a cold, chocolatey kiss from him as he grabs the blanket and finishes folding by himself. He tosses the blanket onto the back of the couch.
You collect the bowls and spoons from the coffee table and began heading to the kitchen. Just as youâre washing the residue from your sundaes, you hear Evieâs feet pattering back into the living room.
âI got my book!â
âAlright babe, Iâm almost done!â You shout back.
âCan Buck read to me instead?â You peek your head from around the kitchen wall.
âBut I always read to you.â You donât conceal your hurt this time.
âI know mommy but I like when Buck makes his funny faces and voices.â She hugs the book to her chest.
âOh, okay. Go ahead then. Iâll be there later to kiss you goodnight.â You duck back into the kitchen to dry the dishes. You hear Buck telling Evie to go get settled and he would be there soon.
You then hear and feel him creeping into the kitchen behind you. His arms wrap around your waist and he rests his chin on your shoulder.
âBabyâŠâ
âItâs fine, Buck.â You lean your head against his. âGo read, Iâll get our bed ready.â
âYou know she loves you and only wants me because she doesnât get to see me all the time.â He ignores your previous comment and kisses your neck.
âYouâre stealing all my mom duties!â You pout. âItâs not funny! You wormed your way into her little heart and sheâs forgotten all about me.â
Through giggles he says, âThatâs not true. Youâre literally her entire world she just likes having me around. And I mean Iâm really funny when I read to her.â
âFunny looking, yes.â You agree.
âHey! Donât be a jerk. Would you rather her absolutely hate me?â He pokes your sides.
âI guess not.â You sigh, âyou better get in there before she comes back out and asks why youâre taking so long.â
âI know, she gets bossy like her mom.â He sticks his tongue out, the tip pressing to your cheek.
âYouâre disgusting and Iâm not bossy. Now go.â You push his stomach and swat his butt with the hand towel.
4ïžâŁ
Youâre spreading the Nutella onto the piece of bread when Evie comes out of the bathroom. She is already changed into some comfy sweats as she climbs into the seat.
âWhat worksheets do you have today?â You slide over her toast and cut up strawberries and bananas. âI have to do a math sheet and some reading.â
âOkay, which one are we doing first?â You sit beside her, stealing a piece of her fruit.
âCan Buck help me with my math?â
âHeâs at work babe.â
âCan we call him?â
âWe can try but heâs usually really busy. Donât be upset if he canât talk okay?â
She nods.
You: hey, are you super busy right now? Evie would like your help with her math homework đ„č
Buck: give me 5 minutes and Iâll give you a call
Buck: also hi gorgeous, I miss you â€ïž
You: miss you too, canât wait to see your cute face even if itâs through a screen đ„°
Buck gives you a FaceTime call a few minutes later. You scoot closer to Evie and prop your phone up so they can see each other.
âHey kid! How was school?â
âBuck!â She says through a mouthful. âI made a new friend today.â
âOh yeah? Tell me about it.â He grunts as he slumps into a chair.
âMommy says youâre busy.â
He chuckles and nods, âokay, whatâs the first question?â
She reads off the question and you can see him leaning forward to grab a pen on the table then a napkin.
Buck watches as she holds up her fingers and counts. She reminds him to hold his fingers up too.
âYouâre super smart, Buck.â She mentions as she finishes the last few questions.
âTakes practice.â He shrugs.
âOr getting struck by lightening.â You raise a brow.
âWhat do you mean mommy?â
âNothing, sheâs just making a joke.â Buck gives you a look. Buck had mentioned getting stuck under the fire engine once while giving you two a tour and Evie refused to go near the engine. It took Bobby carrying her and letting her wear his captain helmet for her to finally sit inside the truck.
You hear the chimes and bells signaling Buck has to go for a call. âBe safe, we love you!â
âI will, Iâll call you before bed okay? I love you.â You can see him rushing downstairs and grabbing his gear with one hand.
âThank you, Buck!â Evie shouts before the call hangs up.
5ïžâŁ
âHowâs my girl?â Buck says through the screen.
âSheâs sleeping now but still has a fever and tummy ache.â You run your fingers through her hair as she rests her head on your thigh.
âDid you tell her that Iâm coming over later?â
âOf course.â You roll your eyes, âsheâs refusing to eat the canned noodle soup.â
âI canât help that she likes my cooking.â He laughs.
âYou got everything you know from Bobby.â You bite.
âYeah whatever, she still likes my cooking better no matter where I learned it from.â You can see him pulling items from the shelves as he swerves through the grocery store.
âYou donât make me soup when Iâm sick.â
âOh come on, thatâs not fair. Youâve been sick once since weâve been together and you wouldnât let me come see you.â He shakes his head.
âIs that Buck?â You hear from below you.
âYeah baby, heâs at the store.â You feel her forehead.
âEvie!â Buck cheers through the phone. âIâm coming over to make my magic soup.â
âCan you hurry?â She whispers. âMy tummy hurts.â
âIâll be there soon, try to sleep some more okay?â
She nods and rests her head back down.
By the time she wakes up again, Buck is carrying her to the table.
âBuck? When did you get here?â
âA few hours ago, can you sit?â He kisses her forehead before setting her in the chair.
âWhy didnât you wake me up?â She rubs her droopy eyes.
âBecause you looked so cute sleeping.â You smile, setting her bowl in front of her. âItâs hot so donât eat it just yet.â
âDo we have crackers?â
âYup, made sure to get you the little ones you like.â Buck sits beside her, feeling her forehead.
âCan I have some water?â She shivers, scooting closer to Buck for warmth.
âOf course babe, how are you feeling?â You rush to the cabinet to pull out a cup.
âMy tummy still hurts.â She curls in on herself. âAnd Iâm hungry.â
Buck gives her a few crackers and spoons some soup onto the plastic Bluey spoon. He blows twice before bringing it to her lips.
âGood?â He searches her face.
âI feel better already.â She smiles, brushing her hair out of her face.
âTold you the magic soup always works.â He gives you a wink.
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âWhereâs mommy?â Evie asks, skipping into the bedroom. Buck sits on the bed scrolling through the tv.
âSheâs in the shower. Whatâs up?â Buck pats the bed. She walks over to the side heâs on and lifts her arms. He leans over to pick her up.
âJust want a hug.â He sits her in the middle of the bed, pulling the blanket over her lap.
âIâll give you a hug.â He opens his arm.
âI want a hug from mommy. She has the best cuddles.â
âI can attest to that.â Buck smiles over at her. âIâm sure sheâll be out soon. Want to watch something with me?â
âOkay.â She nods and lays back against the pillows. Buck watches as she looks to the bathroom door several times.
âYou okay?â He pats her knee.
âYeah, mommy is taking a long time.â
âSheâs just having some mommy time before bed.â He assures. âYou sure you donât want to snuggle with me? I can keep you warm until mom gets out.â
âNo, thatâs okay.â She sighs before resting her head back onto the pillow.
She lifts her head a few minutes later when the bathroom door opens and steam drifts out.
âHey girly, what are you doing up?â You smile, adjusting your towel around your body.
âI want cuddles.â She pleads.
âIs that so?â You smirk at Buck as you trail over to the bed. âGuess, Iâm good for something.â
Evie bolts up onto her knees and wraps her arms around your shoulders, climbing into your lap.
âIâm still a little wet on my shoulders, you might get cold.â You wrap your arms around her waist.
âDonât care, just want a hug.â You smiles into your neck.
âOkay, whatever you say.â You kiss her cheek. âFeeling lonely over there Mr. Buckley?â
âYes.â He immediately says.
âCome join our mommy cuddles!â Evie exclaims. Buck doesnât hesitate to scooch up against your back and hug the both of you.
âBest cuddles ever.â He whispers into your ear.
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#911 abc#911 x you#evan buckley x reader#911 x reader#evan buckley x you#evan buckley x y/n#evan buckley
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Okay, i need David and more people to choose Marc and form their little mini pack, or I'll cry.
hiiii anons! ur brains are on the same wavelength!
omg so I havenât actually thought much about this. Iâm currently very stumped on some aspects of this fic but I do think it would be really juicy if the marclings unionized around him as a baby alpha protective shield! I will say, in this universe I think only alphas can create pack bonds (hence the entire academyâs matching wrist scars) so I donât think vale would like actually feel them. however, Iâve now become obsessed w the idea of david, diogo, and maximo quietly deciding amongst themselves that itâs their mission to protect marc from the italians and like banding together to follow him around everywhere when theyâre in the paddock! I think it would be extremely funny if vale was like trying to go threaten marc about not hurting pecco or whatever and he canât get to marc bc he keeps getting intercepted by baby alphas either pretending to be starstruck and asking him a billion questions to stall him (diogo) or just outright hostile like arms crossed eyebrows raised (marcâs expressions slowly rubbing off on them) asking him what business he has at marcâs motorhome (maximo). david just straight up herds marc away every time vale gets remotely close to them, wrapping an arm around marcâs shoulders and âsubtlyâ dragging his wrist scent glands all over him and then smugly looking back at vale to gloatâŠâŠ..
vale comically upset with a bunch of teenagers stomping back to the vr46 garage wondering when his mate marc adopted a bunch of kids without him, what the fuckâwait whaaaat?
#also like imagine how cute it would be if marc has a really bad race and maybe alex did too so heâs not available to nest afterwards bc#heâs stuck going over crash data at gresini so marc is like sad and touch starved and miserable not looking forward to going back to his#empty nest except when he gets to his motorhome the marclings are like hovering around it together discussing how they can make marc feel#better and itâs the first time marc gets pack cuddles after a bad race :((#they pile around him w each of them holding on to some part of him and when alex comes back that night soooo worried that marc has just been#sad and lonely the entire time heâs pleasantly surprised to see a nest full of baby alphas and marc purring in his sleep in the center#the pic he takes that marc sneaks into his race weekend photo dump goes soooo viral#vale sees it on his burner and has to go lie down#omegaverse au#my writing#fic talk#anon mail#answered#I love talking about this au so much lol#marc marquez#david alonso#diogo moreira#maximo quiles#motogp fic
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âTENSIONS ARE RISING - RAFE CAMERONâ
cw. football! rafe, college rafe, enemies to lovers, breakups, love triangle (maybe not sure), female reader in mind, violence and blood, objectification of reader by rafe, no use of y/n, allusions to cheating, suggestive, ANGST
a/n: im so sorry babies the word count hit 8k so i gotta write a part two with all smut. stay tuned! MDNI
Homecoming weekend always brought out the worst in everyone.
The air was thick with school spirit and tension, the rivalry between your college and Rafe Cameronâs school burning hotter than ever. You knew the game would be brutalâyour school hadnât beaten his in years, and this season, your team had the best shot in a long time. But apparently, Rafe wasnât content to let any stats do the talking.
His school was known for being best in the state at football, and although yours wasn't far behind, it seemed as though his was always several steps ahead with strategies, moves, and plays.
You spot him before your boyfriend does, standing near the tunnel below the bleachers with a few fans and frat bros making bets before the game, his teamâs colors contrasting against his sharp jawline and too-perfect hair. Heâs talking to some of his teammates, but the second he sees you, his smirk widens like heâs been expecting you. Like heâs been waiting for this moment.
His gaze landed on you first, darkening slightly as he gave you a slow, deliberate once-over. From your little sneakers to your sweater, to the way your arms were wrapped around yourself, trying to ward off the October chill. But his stare wasnât cold. No, it was heated, hungry, and entirely too satisfied.
Your stomach twisted. You hated that look. That arrogant, leering gaze that made it clear he liked what he sawâand that he didnât give a damn who you belonged to, even with your boyfriend's initials on a gold locket around your neck, sitting on the plush skin of your cleavage.
He made it obvious that his eyes drifted to your tits, and he chuckled. Whether it was at your necklace or your boobs, you weren't sure.
You wrenched your eyes away, but it was too late. Heâd already seen your reaction.
âHey, look who it is,â Rafe drawls as your boyfriend finally catches sight of him. His voice is loud enough to carry over the pre-game noise, designed to get under your boyfriendâs skin. âDidnât realize you were still wasting your time here, man. Thought youâd be smart enough to transfer after last yearâs beating.â A few of Rafe's friends look over and laugh softly, sporting school colors and jerseys.
Your boyfriend stiffens beside you, already pissed before Rafe even says the next part. You hug your boyfriend closer to you, feeling his chest rise and fall hard.
âAnd youââ Rafeâs gaze flickers to you, shameless and slow, causing you to stiffen. You absentmindedly push your hair in front of your shoulders so it blocks some of his view of your breasts, and he laughs, unperturbed.
His tongue darts out to wet his lips as his eyes rake you over, going down from the way your tits push against your tight sweater, down to your black leggings, which hug your thighs and hips, and then back up to your face, taking his time in a way that makes your skin heat for all the wrong reasons.
âDamn. I gotta say, you really are the only good thing about this sorry excuse for a school.â
Your face heats up at the comment, and you frown softly. He does this every time he sees you. Flirts with you, more so in front of your boyfriend, and tries to get a rise out of him by making it seem like he can take his girl from him any time he wants.
Your boyfriend surges forward, already balling his fists, and you barely have time to react before his teammates grab his arms.
âWatch your mouth, Cameron.â His voice is low, furious, barely restrained. You wrap your hands around your boyfriend's arm, rubbing gentle circles on his bicep to calm him down. He could be benched for foul play if he threw the punch, and you knew how much the homecoming game meant to him, he couldn't mess this up for someone as stupid as Rafe Cameron.
The two different teams crowded around, with Rafe's behind him and two of your boyfriend's holding him back.
Rafe just grins smugly, soft, charming dimples gracing his cheeks as he bites his lip momentarily, letting out a low whistle. He cocks his head slightly to try and get a glimpse of your ass, and you cling tighter to your boyfriend, your heart racing.
âWhat? Just saying what weâre all thinking.â He takes a slow step closer, eyes gleaming and deliberately provocative. Then his gaze flicks back to you, lingering this timeâtoo long, too obvious. His smirk turns downright filthy.
âI mean, I get it,â Rafe muses, voice dropping just enough that only you and your boyfriend can hear him over the noise of the crowd. âYou probably have him all wound up, looking like that. But, JesusâŠâ
His tongue swipes over his bottom lip, and his eyes shamelessly drag down your body yet again. âI canât stop thinking about how much better youâd look in my jersey. On my bed. Making my name sound so much better than his.â
Your boyfriend lunges before you can stop him.
It happens so fast. One second, heâs tensed beside you, vibrating with fury, and the next, heâs ripping himself free from his teammatesâ grip and charging at Rafe. The shove is hard enough that Rafe actually stumbles back a step, but he barely looks fazed. In fact, he laughs.
âYou motherfuckerââ Your boyfriend is seething, fists clenched so tight his knuckles are white. âYou donât talk about her like that, you hear me? I'll fucking kill youâ
Rafe straightens his jersey, still grinning. âOh, come on, man. It's nothing personal, yeah?. I just can't stop thinking about the way sheâd sound under someone who can actually handle her.â
Your boyfriend goes for him again, ready to throw a punch this time, but Rafe doesnât back down. No, the smug bastard meets him head-on, chest bumping against his, barely restrained tension crackling between them.
He pushes your boyfriend back a bit, grinning. He's on a power trip, feeling proud at the way he can easily plant seeds of doubt in your boyfriend's mind. âWhat, you scared?â Rafe taunts, voice low,. He looks crazed, his eyes lit up with the delight of adrenaline that comes with a potential fight.
âScared she might like it?â
You shove yourself between them before your boyfriend can swing. âEnough, Rafe!â you snap, voice sharp. âYouâre disgusting.â
Rafe tilts his head at you, amused by your intervention. âThat so, beautiful? That why youâre blushing?â
You hate him.
Hate that he always gets under your skin, hate that heâs so damn smug about it, hate the way he looks at you like he already knows how this ends.
And worst of all? He laughs.
Like this is fun for him. Like he loves the way he gets under both your skin and your boyfriendâs.
âSave it for the game!â a sharp voice cuts through the tension.
The ref.
He glares between the two boys, face tight with frustration. âI see either of you lay a finger on each other before kickoff, youâre both benched. Understood?â
Your boyfriend steps back, breath ragged, chest rising and falling like heâs barely holding himself together. His teammates grab his arms again, dragging him away. You reach for him, running your hands over his back, whispering something low to calm him down.
And then you feel it.
The weight of a gaze still on you.
You turn, just in time to see Rafe watching you walk away.
Youâre still fuming as you drag your boyfriend away, your fingers gripping his wrist like itâs the only thing keeping him from turning around and knocking Rafeâs smug face into the dirt. "You're good, baby. It's fine, he's just talking shit before a game. Wants to get you in trouble." He nods, barely looking your way, and your heart sinks in your chest.
Youâre tired with this. Tired of Rafe, tired with his bullshit, tired of the way he always has to push and push and push until someone snaps.
And then, just as you think itâs over, you hear him again.
A low whistle, slow and drawn out, just loud enough for you to catch.
âDamn,â Rafe drawls, voice lazy. âI swear, that ass just gets better every time I see it.â
Your breath catches in your throat.
Your boyfriend stops dead in his tracks.
It takes everything in you to yank him forward again, forcing him to keep walking, even as you hear Rafe chuckling behind you like this is all some game.
The audience is alive with energy before the game, the roar of the student section echoing in your ears as you slide your boyfriendâs jersey over your sweater, tugging it into place. Itâs warm, slightly oversized, and smells faintly like his cologneâthe same one you stole hoodies from just to keep close when he was away for away games.
You ground yourself in the familiar scent, trying to rid yourself of the memories of Rafe's. Mahogany... Nutmeg... your mind starts to wander, and you shake your head quickly, refusing to let your mind get carried away.
You try to focus on the field, unwillingly making eye contact with Rafe.
He's standing near the 50-yard line, smirking like heâs been waiting for you to turn around. Heâs wearing his helmet but hasnât strapped it up yet, letting his hair resting against his forehead. He grins roguishly. Your stomach twists. Rafe barely acknowledges him at first, like he expected this. Like heâs amused.
âWell, well,â he drawls, flexing his fingers in his gloves as your boyfriend stops right in front of him, blocking you from his view. âLook who finally showed up.â
Your boyfriend doesnât take the bait. Not yet. But his jaw is tight, his fists already clenched. âStay the hell away from her, Cameron.â
Rafe chuckles. âI thought you were smart enough to know thatâs not how this works.â He glances past him, back at you, sitting there in the bleachers. He grins like heâs thinking of something. Like heâs remembering something.
Your boyfriend sees it, too.
âWhat?â he snaps. âWhat the hell are you smiling at?â
Rafe tilts his head. âYou sure you wanna know?â
Your boyfriend takes a step closer, but Rafeâs still so damn relaxed. He claps a hand on his shoulderâjust for a second, just enough to push.
âYou should be thanking me,â Rafe he murmurs into your boyfriend's ear. âFor keeping your girl entertained while you were busy choking last season.â
Thatâs it.
Your boyfriend lunges, only stopping when his teammate grabs him from behind, dragging him back.
âI swear to God,â your boyfriend growls, chest heaving. âYou say one more thingââ
Rafe grins. âOh, donât worry. Iâll save it for the game.â
They march off, assuming positions on the opposing side of the field, and with the blow of the ref's whistle, the game takes off.
As you watch the game, you find yourself filled with anxiety. Sportsmanship is out the window, and people have started to become hyperaware of the animosity between the two boys. You heard some girls a few rows back wondering who the girl is that has Rafe Cameron so whipped for her.
You wanted to shout that he wasn't, that it was a pride thing, a rivalry between the two boys that you got caught in unwillingly.
The match has devolved into a raw and brutal battle. Every hit and tackle is sharp, almost desperate. Strategy is out the fucking window, and it's all brute force and personal animosity between the rival schools. You can tell by how many times the ref blows the whistle and screams at the men about class and integrity.
However, the rivalry between your boyfriend and Rafe has turned into the whole focus of the game. Every time they collide, it's personal.
Your boyfriend, a linebacker, is built for this. Working tirelessly to achieve his physique, he's all strength and power with an instinct to shut down Rafe at every opportunity.
But Rafe is a beast. Inhuman, if you will. He's faster. More calculated, and worse, he's playing with intent.
He's not just trying to win, he's making sure your boyfriend loses.
Each time your boyfriend goes in for a tackle, Rafe slips by, taunting him as he runs down the field, dodging him seamlessly. The frustration on your team's end builds with every quarter as the other team picks up points.
The hits get harder.
The penalties increase.
By the fourth quarter, Rafe's team is up by a touchdown. With a few minutes left on the buzzer, your boyfriend can still stop him.
The crowd is raucous, screaming, on edge. You're holding a school flag in your hands so tight that your hands start to hurt, and your eyes focus on your boyfriend, praying he makes the right play to at least get a tie. Anything to put a stop to Rafe's ego.
Rafe gets the ball.
Your boyfriend charges like a bull seeing red, going full speed to stop Rafe this time. He slams into him, the force of the tackle sending them both skidding across the turf. It's a clean, beautiful hit, and the crowd gasps, standing up to watch the two closely. It's the kind of hit that should leave Rafe pained, winded. But it doesn't.
Flat on his back, eyes dark and burning, he spits onto the grass and grins up at your boyfriend with a sickening sort of delight.
And then he leans closer.
âYou know,â he breathes, voice husky from exertion, âwhen I win this, I think Iâll take my time with your girl.â Your boyfriend freezes, going pale.
Rafe sees the hesitation, the moment of shock on your boyfriend's face, and continues with a second blow. "Maybe I'll take her back with me to the showers and bend her over one of those nice locker room benches."
Thatâs it. Everything snaps. Your boyfriend is feral. No hesitation, no thoughtâjust raw, furious instinct. He lunges, fists flying, tackling Rafe back onto the ground.
The refs are blowing their whistles frantically, but no oneâs stopping this. No one can.
The first punch lands hard. A solid hit straight to Rafeâs jaw that sends his head snapping to the side.
For a second, you think maybeâmaybeâyour boyfriend has this.
But then Rafe moves.
Itâs fast, almost too fast. He twists, using the momentum, shifting, and suddenly, heâs the one on top.
And then, itâs like watching something calculated, something cold.
Because Rafe knows how to fight.
This isnât some wild, desperate brawl. Itâs controlled. Every time your boyfriend swings, Rafe dodges just enough to take the edge off, redirecting the energy, making sure his punches land clean.
Your boyfriend is strong, but Rafe fights dirty.
He predicts every move, twisting your boyfriendâs arm just enough to knock him off balance, slamming him down harder each time. He tears off the other boy's helmet, His hand wrapping around your boyfriend's throat to hit his head repeatedly against the grass.
Itâs like heâs toying with him.
Your boyfriend fights like a football playerâfull force, all muscle. But Rafe fights like someone whoâs been in real fights before. Someone whoâs done this enough times to know how to wear someone down.
And itâs working.
A brutal hit to your boyfriendâs ribs.
A sharp, precise punch to the gut.
Your boyfriend groans, struggling, but Rafe doesnât let up. Heâs relishing this.
He finally gets your boyfriend flat on his back, pinning him down with one knee pressed into his chest.
"You hear that, you fucking cuck?" He says, even as your boyfriend punches at Rafe's head desperately.
With every punch, he emphasizes the words, voice wild, breathless, dripping with cruel satisfaction.
âIâmââ crack
âgonnaââ crack
âfuckââ crack
âyourââ crack
âgirl.â
Your boyfriendâs head snaps back, his lip split, his breath ragged.
You scream.
Your heart is pounding, panic rushing through you like fire. You canât watch this. You canât let this happen.
Before you even think, youâre running.
Pushing through the chaos, shoving past people, barely hearing the gasps as you throw yourself onto the field.
You grab Rafe, your hands clenching the back of his jersey, desperately trying to pull him off.
But he doesnât move.
Heâs too strong.
His muscles are tense beneath your grip, his breathing heavy, wildâhis entire body thrumming with adrenaline. Heâs smiling, his nose bleeding, his cheek already bruising.
And then he turns his head.
Looks at you.
The second his eyes meet yours, something shifts.
He leans closer to your boyfriend, his knee pressing harder into his chest, keeping him pinned.
âSay it,â Rafe murmurs, voice low, like a slow purr.
You blink, confused, hands still gripping his jersey. âWhat?â
Rafeâs smirk widens, his voice dropping into something sickeningly sweet.
âTell him,â he murmurs, tilting his head, mocking. âTell him you want me.â
Your breath catches.
Your boyfriend, barely conscious, groans, trying to lift his head. His eyes, swollen and bruised, find yours.
And thatâs when Rafe really digs the knife in.
He twists your boyfriend's collar so he's choking, and you scream and try to lunge for him, but Rafe holds you back with one hand, holding onto the back of your jersey.
By now, there are people crowded around, coaches and the ref fighting to get to the middle of the scene, but Rafe's got his vision set in you, his eyes a striking blue that makes that disgusting, loathsome feeling in your tummy swirl.
You feel like you could throw up, because deep, deep down, so deep that you'd NEVER act on it, you feel that he might be right.
"Go on, princess." He coos at you, his voice no longer a hard snarl, but a soft coo, addressed solely for you. âSay it like you mean it.â
You shake your head, tears starting to cloud your vision as you grip onto Rafe's jersey, feeling desperate. âRafe... I c-can't, I canât,â
Rafe tsks, leaning in. âYou can,â he whispers, voice sickly smooth. âOr I keep going.â
You look down. Your boyfriend is barely holding on, his breath shallow, his hands twitching at his sides. If Rafe keeps hitting him...
You swallow, your throat tightening so painfully you can barely breathe. And then, your voice cracks.
âI.... I want Rafe.â
Rafe hums, pleased. âLouder, beautiful. And look at him when you say it.â
Your lip trembles, your gaze glued to your boyfriend. Bile continues to rise in your throat.
âI want Rafe.â
His fingers tighten on your boyfriendâs collar.
âLouder.â
You scream.
âI WANT RAFE!â
The crowd is silent.
Rafe exhales slowly, satisfied, his smile wicked.
And your boyfriendâyour sweet, strong, beaten boyfriendâjust looks at you.
Like something inside him has shattered.
The game resulted in a draw due to extreme foul play on both sides. Not just during the fight between your boyfriend and Rafe, but all throughout the match. The coaches had to make a statement and apologize to the students for a lack of sportsmanship. It did nothing to squash the rivalry, however, and Rafe's team is still ranked higher than your boyfriend's.
Ex boyfriend's. You corrected yourself as you sat alone in your room, your hands cradling your sacred necklace as you sigh softly.
You weren't surprised, in all honesty. Your boyfriend had been humiliated in front of hundreds of people, and he felt like you weren't there for him when he needed you most, even as you explained in verbatim that you only said it because you didn't want Rafe to beat him to death, which then caused him to question if you believed in him. If he was too weak. If you thought he wasnât man enough to protect you, to stand his ground against Rafe Cameron.
And the worst part? He didnât even say it in anger. He said it with this hollow, tired acceptance, like the fight had been drained out of him in more ways than one. Like heâd already lost. On the field, in front of everyone, in front of you.
Youâd cried. Begged him to understand. But the damage had been done, and his pride was too wounded to heal anytime soon.
So now, here you were. Alone.
You ran your fingers over the locket again, throat tight, stomach twisted. It wasnât fair. It wasnât fair that Rafe got to walk away from this with everything, his ranking, his teamâs reputation still intact, and worst of all, the last word.
He always got away with everything.
You frown, trying to focus on your schoolwork, despite the ache in your chest that wouldn't go away.
No matter how many times you tried to refocus on your laptop screen, no matter how much you tried to drown out your thoughts by going over your assignments, your mind kept drifting back to him.
Rafe Cameron.
You hated him. You hated him. The smugness, the arrogance, the way he got under your skin like it was his birthright. You hated how heâd humiliated your ex-boyfriend in front of hundreds of people, how heâd practically made you say those words, how he was still haunting you even now.
You shook your head, pressing the heels of your palms into your tired eyes. You had work to do. You needed to study. You needed to stop thinking about Rafe.
But then, as if summoned by your very thoughts, your phone lit up.
A new message. You already knew who it was without looking at the username of the account.
You hesitated, fingers trembling slightly as you tapped into the notification.
Miss me, sweetheart? Hope youâre not too heartbroken. Thatâd be a shame. Donât worry though. Your boy still has a shot at redemption.
Your pulse spiked.
You sat up straighter, your brain scrambling to process the words. What the hell was that supposed to mean?
Your fingers moved before you could stop them.
Rafe, what the fuck do you want?
He left you on read for a moment, and you could see the smirk he was probably wearing.
Relax, beautiful. Just wanted to check in. Oh, and let you know Iâm seeing your Iittle boyfriend real soon Might just have to finish what I started.
Your stomach dropped. Don't touch him. You respond quicker than you'd have liked to.
Why don't you come stop me then? You know how good I listen to you, princess.
Your heart races at the implication, the hint of a threat he weaved so subtly into his text messages. Thatâs not funny, Rafe.
He responded soon after, and you got up to try and calm your heart. Your whole body was on fire.
Who said I was joking? But we can make a deal, sweetheart. You come see me. Tonight. And maybe Iâll be nice.
You werenât actually going to do it.
You werenât.
But then you found yourself gripping the steering wheel so tight your knuckles went white, staring at the highway exit that led straight to his university. This was insane. Every rational part of your brain was screaming at you to turn around, to just go home, block his number, pretend none of this ever happened.
And yet.
Your fingers tightened, your heart pounded, and before you could stop yourself, you flicked your turn signal on.
You told yourself it was because of your ex. That you were handling things. That if you confronted Rafe now, if you made him promise to leave your ex alone, then you could walk away from this once and for all.
It was a lie. And deep down, you knew it.
Rafeâs apartment was as absurd as you expected.
The complex was sleek and modern, towering over the rest of the neighborhood like a statement piece. The lobby alone was more elegant than any place youâd ever lived. The kind of place meant for hedge fund heirs and people who never had to work for anything in their lives.
The doorman let you up without question, which only made you more annoyed. He was expecting you. By the time you reached his floor, your blood was boiling. You lifted your fist and pounded on the door, heart racing, breath shallow. There wasn't even a moment spared, as he opened the door quickly, leaving your fist raised in the air.
He grins the second he sees you, raising both arms above the doorframe to hold onto the top and lean over you. He smelled expensive and dark, all spice and warmth, mixed with the faint scent of whatever soap he used. It made your stomach twist with something you refused to name.
"Rafe."
He grins the second he sees you, raising both arms above the door frame to hold onto the top and lean over you.
"Well, well," he drawls, his smirk deepening. "I was starting to think you'd chicken out."
You glare, jaw tight. "Shut up, Cameron."
But heâs not even listening. His eyes drag over you, slow and deliberate, drinking in every inch of your face, your body, the way your fists are clenched at your sides. His eyes rove over your body, and he laughs. âHoly shit.â he muses, staring right at your thighs. "Are you seriously wearing shorts right now? Just for me?" Your face burns. "Not for you," you snap, shoving past him into the apartment, but he follows.
"Mm, sure," Rafe muses, his voice dropping a little lower. "Nice and loose, though. Looks good on you âcause it shows off that fat ass."
You whip around, glaring. "Cut the shit, Cameron." He just grins, like he loves seeing you all riled up. "You always this feisty when you visit guys in the middle of the night?" He hums, stepping closer, too close. "Or is it just me?" Your stomach tightens, pulse hammering as his fingers graze your arm, light and teasing. You shove his hand off hard, but it doesnât matter. His other hand is already grabbing at your waist. You smack it away. "Rafe."
But he just laughs, his hands held up in mock surrender. "Relax, princess. I'm just being friendly."
"You don't know the meaning of friendly. All you think about is your next fuck." you snap.
His smirk deepens. "Oh, you know me so well. I hope you know Iâve been thinking about you next. Made sure to tell your little boyfriend that youâd be on my dick soon enough." he murmurs, voice as he grabs onto your ass, dragging you up against him and squeezing handfuls of soft flesh, before smacking it light.
Your breath catches. Your whole body tenses. "You pervert!" you snap, shoving his huge hands away again. âG-get your hands off me, do you understand?â You pause, panting so loudly that your whole body wracks with each breath. âA-and we broke up. M-me and him. So donât bring him into this anymore.â
He actually stops, his eyes widening and brightening. He looks elated for a moment. He lets out a low whistle, cocking his brow with impressment. âYou got rid of him? Finally, I hope it was because of me.â He laughs at your hurt expression and the way you get more and more frustrated. He knows it was. He just wanted to dig the knife in your chest deeper, and he does, because he keeps going. âToo bad I didnât get to fuck you when you were still his girl, though. I wouldâve had a lot of fun sending him videos of the fun you and I will have tonight.â
You slap him across the face.
Rafeâs head snaps to the side with the force of your slap. A sharp crack echoes through the apartment, the sting lingering in your palm. Your breath comes fast, your whole body shaking with anger, with something else you donât want to name.
For a second, thereâs silence. And then he laughs.
Low and slow at first, before it deepens, growing dark and hungry.
"Fuck," he breathes, running his tongue over his teeth before turning back to you, his cheek already blooming red. His eyes are glowing with something wicked, something starved. "You hit me so hard, baby. Thought you were gonna break that pretty little wrist." You canât even speak. You want to, you want to tell him to shut up, to back off, but your voice wonât work because heâs smiling. Smiling like he liked it.
And then he steps closer, crowding into your space.
Your breath catches, your whole body tensing as his fingers skim up your arm, trailing slow and lazy toward your throat. You shove at his chest, but itâs like pushing against a brick wall. He doesnât even budge.
Instead, he grabs your wrist and yanks you forward, so close your noses almost brush.
"Youâre trembling," he murmurs, voice silky. His grip tightens just enough to make your pulse jump. "Scared?"
You glare, ripping your hand free. "Disgusted."
Rafe chuckles, but thereâs something dark in his gaze now, something twisted.
"Thatâs funny," he muses, "considering how fucking red your face is." His hand skims down your waist again, fingers pressing lightly over your hip, your stomach, before moving to your thigh, toying with the hem of your shorts.
Your breath hitches.
You shove his arm away, but heâs already gripping your waist again, fingers digging in.
"You wanna hit me again, donât you?" he hums, dragging his nose along your jaw. "Go ahead. Do it, baby. I like it when you get rough."
"You're sick," you snap, hands bracing against his chest.
His grin deepens. "And you love it."
"I hate you," you hiss, nails digging into his shirt, gripping too tight.
Rafe laughs, a sharp exhale against your skin. "Yeah?" His fingers tighten around your waist, dragging you flush against him. "Then why are you still here?"
You donât have an answer.
Or maybe you do, but you donât want to say it, because his hands are so big on you, because his breath is warm against your neck, because his smell is making your head spin and your stomach twist in that awful, unbearable way.
Rafe sees it. Of course he does.
His hand cups your jaw, tilting your face up, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip. "Knew you wanted me," he breathes, his eyes primal with want. "Could see it all over that cute little face of yours, sweetheart."
You shake your head, eyes burning. "No, Iâ"
But you donât get the words out because suddenlyâHe kisses you.
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Title: Lost Time
You didnât mean to forget.
It was just that life had been moving at a relentless paceâschool drop-offs, doctorâs appointments, laundry piles that never seemed to shrink, and the constant whirlwind of raising kids. By the time you had a moment to sit down and breathe, the day was already slipping away, and there was always something else to do.
And then, the realization hit you like a gut punch.
You were supposed to be on a plane.
Your stomach dropped as you stared at the time on your phone. Your flight to LA had taken off an hour ago. The trip to visit Marshall for the weekendâjust the two of youâwas something you had both been looking forward to for weeks. It was rare, getting time alone together, and now you had completely missed it.
Your hands shook as you picked up your phone, heart pounding as you scrolled to his name and hit call. It rang twice before he picked up.
âHey, baby.â His voice was warm, but you could hear the exhaustion behind it. âYou landed okay?â
You swallowed hard, pressing your fingers against your forehead. âMarshallâŠâ
Something in your tone must have told him everything he needed to know, because there was a pause.
ââŠWhat happened?â
You squeezed your eyes shut. âIâI forgot,â you admitted, voice thick with guilt. âI missed my flight.â
Another silence stretched between you. The disappointment was palpable, even through the phone.
âShit,â he muttered under his breath, and it made your stomach twist even more.
âIâm so sorry,â you whispered. âI donât even have a good excuse. I justâeverythingâs been so crazy with the kids and running around, and I lost track of time. I didnât even realize until just now.â
Marshall let out a slow exhale, and you could picture him rubbing his hand down his face the way he always did when he was frustrated but trying to keep his cool. âDamn, baby,â he finally said, voice softer now. âI was looking forward to seeing you.â
âI know,â you said quickly. âI know, I was too.â
You could hear the hurt in his voice, and it broke you. Marshall never asked for muchâhe understood how busy life got, how much the kids needed you, but this was supposed to be your time. And now you had let him down.
There was a long pause before he spoke again. âYou could try and get another flight tomorrow,â he suggested, but you already knew it wasnât that simple.
âMarshall⊠I donât think I can. The kidsââ
âI know,â he cut in, but there was no anger in his tone, just understanding. And maybe that made it even worse.
You closed your eyes, willing the lump in your throat to disappear. âI feel awful.â
âI know you do,â he said, quieter this time. âBut I get it, babe. You got a million things on your plate.â
You wiped at your face, hating that you were tearing up. âI justâI donât want you to think I donât care. Or that I donât want to be there.â
âNever,â he said immediately, and you could hear the sincerity in his voice. âYou do everything for us, for the kids. I know you love me. I know you wanted to come.â
You let out a shaky breath. âI really did.â
Marshall was quiet for a beat. Then, he sighed. âI miss you, though.â
The admission made your chest ache. âI miss you too,â you whispered.
There was another pause, then his voice turned a little softer, a little playful. âYou know what this means, right?â
âWhat?â
âYou owe me.â
Despite the guilt still hanging over you, you couldnât help but let out a small laugh. âOh, do I?â
âHell yeah,â he said, and you could hear the smirk in his voice. âBig time. I want a whole weekend when I get back. No interruptions, no running aroundâjust me and you.â
You exhaled, already nodding. âDeal.â
âGood.â
For a moment, neither of you spoke, just sitting in the quiet together. Even from miles away, he still had a way of making you feel grounded.
âIâll call you later?â you asked.
âYeah,â he said. âGet some rest, baby. You work too damn hard.â
You smiled, even if he couldnât see it. âI love you.â
âLove you too.â
As the call ended, you sat there for a moment, still kicking yourself for forgetting. But if there was one thing you knew about Marshall, it was that heâd always understand. And youâd make it up to himâone way or another.
---
The guilt still sat heavy in your chest, even after Marshall reassured you he understood. Missing your flight wasnât just about forgetting a planâit was about forgetting him, even if just for a moment. And you never wanted him to feel like an afterthought.
So, you were going to fix it.
The kids were finally asleep, the house was quiet, and after staring at your phone for a few minutes, you decided you werenât just going to wait until he got back. You could still make the weekend about him.
You called him.
It rang twice before he picked up, his voice groggy. âBabe?â
âHey,â you whispered, biting your lip. âDid I wake you?â
âNah,â he exhaled, and you could hear him shifting. âI was just laying here. Whatâs up?â
You hesitated for half a second before deciding to just go for it. âI wanted to make it up to you.â
Marshall chuckled, low and rough. âOh yeah? How you gonna do that from a thousand miles away?â
You grinned, settling back against your pillows. âI have a few ideas.â
Silence. ThenââShit.â His voice was lower now, already catching on. âYou tryna kill me, woman?â
âMaybe,â you teased, running your fingers lightly over your bare skin. âYou said I owe you. Figured I should start paying up.â
Marshall groaned, and the sound sent a shiver down your spine. âYou got my full attention, baby.â
~~~
The next morning, you woke up to a text from him.
Marshall: Damn. Now I really canât wait to get home.
You smirked, typing back.
You: Told you Iâd make it up to you.
A second later, another text popped up.
Marshall: Oh, youâre not off the hook yet. Iâm making you pay up in person.
You bit your lip, already feeling the heat rise in your cheeks.
You: Iâm counting on it.
---
The second you saw the flight tracker update, confirming Marshall was on his way home, you sprang into action.
It wasnât that you didnât love having the kids aroundâyou did. But after missing your weekend together, you owed him something uninterrupted. No little voices calling for you, no last-minute homework emergencies, no laundry, no distractions. Just you and him.
So, you started making arrangements.
By early Friday evening, the house was quiet. Your daughters were off at their friendsâ houses, giggling about sleepovers and promising to text if they needed anything. You stood at the door after drop-offs, staring into the empty house, nerves buzzing in anticipation.
This was actually happening.
It had been so long since you and Marshall had a weekend to yourselves. Between parenting, his career, and the never-ending responsibilities of life, time together had been sacrificed more than either of you liked. But now, for the next two days, he was yours.
And you were not going to waste it.
You sent him a text as you walked through the quiet house, already thinking about what to wear, what to do, how to make this weekend one he wouldnât forget.
You: House is empty. Just me waiting on you.
A moment later, your phone buzzed.
Marshall: Thatâs the best thing Iâve heard all day. Plane just landed. Be home soon.
You smiled, your heart hammering in your chest.
Time to welcome him home properly.
~~~
You were practically pacing by the time you heard the front door open.
Marshall barely had a second to step inside before you were on him, arms wrapping around his neck, pressing yourself against him. His duffel bag hit the floor with a thud as his arms instantly circled your waist, holding you close.
âDamn,â he murmured, burying his face against your neck. âMissed you too, huh?â
You laughed softly, tilting your head so he could press his lips against your skin. âSo much.â
His hands tightened around you, like he didnât want to let go. âThought about you all weekend,â he admitted. âThen you go and tell me the house is empty? You tryna kill me, baby?â
You smirked, pulling back just enough to look at him. âYou said I owe you, right?â
His blue eyes darkened, hands sliding lower on your waist. âDamn right you do.â
You bit your lip, grabbing his hoodie and tugging him toward the bedroom.
âThen let me start paying up.â
---
The second the bedroom door shut, Marshall wasted no time. His hands were on you before you could even take another step, pulling you flush against him, his body heat searing through his hoodie and jeans.
âYou really sent the kids away for the whole weekend?â he murmured, his breath warm against your jaw as he pressed lazy kisses along your skin.
You hummed, sliding your hands under his hoodie, fingertips tracing over his stomach. âMmhmm. No distractions. No interruptions. Just you and me.â
Marshall let out a low groan, gripping your hips. âYou tryna make me fall even more in love with you or what?â
You grinned, tilting your head to give him better access to your neck. âMaybe.â
He exhaled sharply, then suddenly, his hands were on your thighs, lifting you effortlessly as you gasped, wrapping your legs around his waist. He carried you to the bed, dropping you down onto the mattress before climbing over you, caging you in.
âYou donât know how bad I needed this,â he admitted, his voice rough, his eyes locked on yours. âNeeded you.â
Your fingers tangled in the front of his hoodie, pulling him down until your lips brushed against his. âThen take what you need.â
And he did.
~~~
Hours later, you lay tangled together in the sheets, your head resting against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. His fingers traced lazy circles along your back, his touch light, comforting.
âI shouldâve just flown home early,â he murmured, his lips brushing against your temple. âScrew LA. This is where I wanna be.â
You smiled sleepily, pressing a kiss against his skin. âWell, youâre here now.â
He sighed, squeezing you closer. âYeah, and Iâm not going anywhere.â
You shifted, propping yourself up on one elbow so you could look at him. âPromise?â
He cupped your cheek, his thumb grazing over your skin as his eyes softened. âSwear on everything.â
Your heart swelled, and you leaned in, pressing your lips against his in a slow, lingering kiss.
For the first time in weeks, there were no schedules to keep, no places to be. Just you and him, making up for lost time.
---
The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room. You stirred slightly, shifting against the warmth wrapped around you, only to feel Marshall tighten his grip. His arms were locked around your waist, his face buried in your hair, his breaths slow and steady against your skin.
"Mm-mm," he murmured, voice thick with sleep. "Not movin' yet."
You smiled, stretching slightly before settling back against him. "Not even to eat?"
Marshall let out a groggy sigh, but instead of answering, he kissed the top of your shoulder, his lips lazy and warm. "Mâtoo comfortable," he admitted. "Stay a little longer."
You turned in his arms, brushing his messy hair back from his face. He looked softer like thisâsleepy, relaxed, the weight of the world momentarily lifted.
"You wanna take a bath?" you offered, running your fingers lightly over his jaw. "Then Iâll let you go back to being a human blanket."
His eyes cracked open just enough to look at you, a smirk playing on his lips. "Yeah, alright," he muttered. "Long as I donât gotta do any work."
You rolled your eyes playfully. "Just sit there and be pretty, babe."
He chuckled, stretching before finally releasing you from his grip, letting you drag him out of bed.
~~~
The hot water soothed your sore muscles, but the real comfort was the way Marshall held you. He sat behind you in the oversized tub, his arms wrapped around your middle, his chin resting on your shoulder. His fingers traced light patterns along your stomach as the steam curled around both of you.
"Could stay like this forever," he murmured, pressing a slow kiss to the side of your neck.
You smiled, tilting your head back slightly against his chest. "We kinda have to eat at some point."
Marshall huffed, but reached for his phone resting on the edge of the tub. "Fine. What do you want?"
"Surprise me."
"You say that now, but if I order somethinâ weird, youâre gonna give me that look," he teased.
You turned your head to glance at him. "What look?"
"The âMarshall, what the hell is this?â look," he mimicked in a higher-pitched voice, making you laugh.
"Just order, dork," you said, nudging him.
He smirked, placing the order before setting his phone aside. "Done. Now stop distracting me, Iâm tryna relax."
You rolled your eyes, but secretly, you loved how soft he was being. He wasnât always like thisâhe had his tough exterior, his walls, the weight of his career always hanging over him. But with you, in moments like this, he let himself just be.
And you cherished every second of it.
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By lunchtime, the food had long since been eaten, and you were curled up together in bed, mindlessly watching something on TV. But as you looked over at Marshall, you could tell his mind was elsewhere. His brows were drawn slightly, his jaw tense, fingers absently tapping against his stomach.
You reached over, running your hand along his arm. "Whatâs on your mind?"
He exhaled sharply, his fingers stilling. "I dunno," he muttered. "Just⊠been thinkinâ."
"About what?"
His eyes flickered toward you before he sighed. "Does it make me a bad dad that I needed this? Like, two weeks away from the kids, and instead of gettinâ home and spendinâ time with them right away, I justâ" He gestured vaguely between you two. "I just wanted this. You."
You frowned, sitting up slightly. "Marshallâ"
"Nah, I mean, I love them more than anything, you know that," he said quickly. "Just⊠what kinda dad dips out for two weeks, then sends them away for the weekend soon as he gets back?"
You reached for his hand, squeezing it gently. "The kind of dad who also needs to take care of his relationship," you said softly. "The kind of dad who gives everything to his kids, but also deserves time for himself. And with me."
Marshall exhaled, rubbing a hand down his face. "I just donât ever want them to feel like Iâm not there enough."
"You are there," you assured him. "And they adore you. But you canât pour from an empty cup, babe. We needed this time, too. You needed it."
He let out a slow breath, nodding slightly. "Yeah. Yeah, youâre right."
You smiled, leaning in to kiss him softly. "Youâre an amazing dad, Marshall. The girls know it, I know it. And this weekend doesnât change that."
He gave a small, grateful smile, tugging you closer. "Love you," he murmured against your hair.
"Love you too," you whispered.
And as he held you tighter, you could feel the tension finally start to melt away.
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The weekend had been everything you and Marshall neededâslow, intimate, and uninterrupted. But as Sunday afternoon rolled around, reality crept back in.
You were curled up on the couch together, your head resting on his chest while he mindlessly ran his fingers through your hair. The TV was on, but neither of you were really paying attention.
Marshall sighed, his grip tightening around you. âGuess we should probably get the kids soon, huh?â
You hummed, tracing light circles on his stomach. âProbably.â
Neither of you moved.
Marshall let out a low chuckle. âWeâre terrible.â
You grinned, tilting your head up to look at him. âOr maybe we just really needed this.â
His blue eyes softened as he brushed a thumb over your cheek. âYeah⊠we did.â
You leaned into his touch, savoring the last few moments of quiet before everything picked up again. âBut we should go before they start thinking we abandoned them.â
Marshall sighed dramatically, shifting under you. âFine. But only âcause I donât want them tellinâ their friends their dad ditched âem for their mom.â
You laughed, pushing yourself up. âCâmon, letâs go get our babies.â
~~~
The drive was filled with comfortable conversation, Marshall tapping along to the beat of a song playing low on the radio.
âYou think they missed us?â he asked as he pulled into the driveway of your oldestâs friendâs house.
You smirked. âI think they missed you more. Youâre the fun parent.â
He scoffed, throwing the car in park. âNah, they just like me âcause I let âem stay up too late.â
You laughed, unbuckling your seatbelt. âExactly.â
The front door swung open before either of you could get out, and your daughter came sprinting toward the car.
âDADDY!â
Marshall barely had time to react before she jumped into his arms, wrapping herself around him.
âDamn, girl,â he grunted, catching her with ease. âYou act like I was gone for a year.â
She giggled, squeezing his neck. âTwo weeks is a long time!â
You watched as his entire face softened, his arms holding her tight against him. That doubt he had earlier about needing time with you? Gone. Because no matter what, your girls knew he loved them.
And as your other daughter came running from the house, yelling âDaddy!â just as loud, you knew there was no place heâd rather be.
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The house was filled with warmth, laughter, and the soft hum of a movie playing in the background. The four of you were curled up on the couch under a pile of blankets, limbs tangled together as you soaked in the simple joy of being close.
Marshall sat in the middle, your youngest daughter curled up against his chest, her tiny fingers clutching onto his hoodie like she was afraid he might disappear again. Your oldest was tucked under his other arm, her head resting against his side. And you? You were right next to him, your legs draped over his as he absentmindedly traced circles on your thigh with his fingertips.
âThis is the best night ever,â your youngest mumbled sleepily, nuzzling further into her dadâs chest.
Marshall smiled, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. âYeah, baby?â
She nodded against him. âMhm. I like when weâre all together like this.â
You glanced at him, and the way his eyes softened made your heart clench. He had spent so much time worrying about being away, about taking time for himself and for you. But right now, in this moment, it was obviousâhe was exactly where he needed to be.
âMe too, baby,â he murmured, holding her a little closer.
Your oldest yawned, shifting to get more comfortable against him. âCan we do this every night?â
Marshall let out a soft chuckle. âIf it means I get to cuddle with my girls? Hell yeah.â
You smiled, resting your head against his shoulder. âGuess that means weâre never leaving this couch.â
He turned his head to press a slow, lingering kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering there for a beat longer than necessary. âSounds perfect to me.â
The movie played on, but none of you were really watching anymore. The girls slowly started drifting off, their soft breaths mixing with the low hum of the TV.
Marshall exhaled, his arm tightening around you. âThis,â he murmured, voice low, like he didnât want to wake them. âThis is all I ever need.â
You looked up at him, your heart full. âMe too.â
And as you sat there, wrapped in the warmth of your little family, you knewâthere was nowhere else in the world youâd rather be.
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Hi Celta, Regarding the Wales backing out of BAFTA awards, I think itâs an indication of the direction they intend to take going forwards, less celebrity focus and more business based substantive engagements. Earlier in the week William will attend a meeting about the business aspect of BAFTA, and heâll appear in a video package during the awards. I donât get what people donât understand about this.
The Wales went through a really horrendous year and the bots on X, courtesy and egged on by of Harry and Meghan and their squad, piled on with truly awful stories about them and their marriage, how he killed her, he killed her lover for getting her pregnant, theyâre separated and divorced, he beat her so badly she was disfigured and needed surgery, she died, and they now have a clone, she was never ill with cancer. It just goes on and on. Thatâs bound to leave psychological scars. And not one of these so called celebrities celebrated at BAFTA came to their defence, not even his fatherâs palace, they kept quiet and let the awful rumours take over.
I think all of that in total made the Wales look at life and their roles in the BRF very differently. Theyâve no interest in hob nobbing with celebrities. Last weekend C&C hosted an event for the upcoming glamour puss tour of Italy and some famous actors showed up, and they had Victoria and David Beckham over for dinner. When in the world was QEII ever hosting famous people unless it was state business??? This is yet another aspect in which William is so different from his father. Besides which I feel Harry and Meghan have already poisoned the celebrity well. For some reason I feel Tom Cruise is probably one of the truly famous people that William trusts. And he wonât parade that relationship for the cameras. Cruise is a true professional and he probably has proven himself to William in a personal capacity, thatâs the only way you can gain Williamâs trust. He was truly there for him when he was at his lowest.
KP has already said they wonât be talking about Catherineâs clothing on upcoming events, I think they will be focusing on the people who actually do the work and less and less of the famous names. I wouldnât be at all surprised if when William ascends, he hands off BAFTA to Edward and Sophie.
And as for those âfansâ saying that they need to do 200 to 300 engagements a year, give me a break. The nature of work has changed from the 1950s to 2025. So obviously their patronages will be different. Itâs a whole new world, and I think weâve established people donât like change.
Hi AnonymousRetired,
I had no reaction to The Prince and Princess of Wales not going to the BAFTA awards other than thinking that they had somewhere else that they wanted to be at that time, and that Princess Catherine may have found attending the awards too exhausting this year. Other than that, as you have said, Prince William has paid the organisation a visit and recorded a message for the event, and that is fine by me. I don't get what people are upset about either. Prince William and Princess Catherine have said they intend to focus on their family and put them first, and that is fine by me. I would expect them to do more engagements etc next year but for this year I think they deserve to be left alone to recover from last year, especially as Princess Catherine is not fully recovered yet. If I see them at Trooping and Christmas I will be happy, and anything else is a bonus.
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this blog is one of the few things I genuinely look forward to anymore
That's very sweet.
I know this may be an odd response - but if you can, anon, try to find joy in smaller things. This sounds preachy, I know, but one of the things that really helps me is finding, scheduling or making my own things to enjoy.
We're dog sitting this weekend for three weeks, I participate in a tabletop campaign that is always something to look forward, I might have food tomorrow that tastes so so so good. I picked up Regicide recently and I'm excited to start that, etc.
Hell, it might be something as small as seeing a tiny bird tomorrow and like- wow, holy shit. a bird!
Either way, I'm glad this blog can be apart of those smaller things :] !
#dykasks#a bit of a heavier answer#oops#i dunno what spurred me to answer this in this way but! i stand by it :]#also if people wanna share the small things they're enjoying ltaely in the tags#PLEASE do#i love that shit
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Engaged?
Alessandra stepped into Enzo's apartment, her heart racing with excitement. The warm glow of the lights and the enticing aroma of dinner filled the air, wrapping around her like a comforting embrace. Just as she set her bag down, Enzo appeared from the kitchen, a wide smile on his face. Without hesitation, he stepped forward and pressed his lips to hers; the kiss igniting a spark of joy within her.
"I missed you so much," he murmured, his eyes sparkling with affection. She chuckled softly, feeling her cheeks warm. "I missed you too." They settled at the dining table, the meal laid out before them a testament to Enzo's culinary skills. As they dug in, the conversation flowed easily. Alessandra recounted her trip with her best friends, filled with laughter and late-night adventures. Enzo listened intently, his gaze never wavering from her face, and when it was his turn, he shared tales of his weekend, filled with mundane but cozy moments that made Alessandra smile. After dinner, Enzo cleared the plates and retreated to the kitchen. When he returned, the soft strains of music filled the room as he switched on the radio. The melody wrapped around them like a familiar blanket, and he looked down at her, his expression earnest. âPlease, dance with me,â he said, extending his hand. Alessandra felt a blush creep across her cheeks, and she nodded, her heart fluttering. âOf course.â
They swayed back and forth, the world outside forgotten as they moved together to the rhythm. Enzoâs touch was gentle, and she felt safe in his embrace. But then, she sensed a shift in his demeanor as he cleared his throat nervously. âAlessandra, can I ask you a question?â His voice was low, almost hesitant. Butterflies danced in her stomach, a mix of excitement and apprehension. âSure, whatâs on your mind?â As they continued to dance, Enzo leaned in, his breath warm against her ear. âWill you make me the happiest man in the world and marry me?â The words hung in the air, heavy and unexpected. Alessandra felt a blow to her stomach, as if she had been kicked, and the ground shifted beneath her. She froze, unable to respond, her mind racing as she struggled to process what he had just said. The joy in Enzo's eyes faded, replaced by worry as he noticed her silence. âAlly, are you okay?â His voice trembled slightly, concern etching lines on his face. With a deep breath, she finally looked up at him, concern knitting her brow. âEnzo, I love you, but Iâm going to need some time to think about what youâre asking of me. Iâm not sure if Iâm ready to take it to the next step.â The air between them thickened with tension as he let go of her hand, rubbing his face in disbelief. Alessandra's heart ached at the sight of him, crushed and defeated. He stared down at the ground, unable to meet her gaze. âAlright,â he mumbled, the weight of his disappointment hanging heavily in the air. As Alessandra stepped out of his apartment, she heard the door click shut behind her. She felt torn, questioning whether it was the idea of marriage that scared her or the thought of marrying him. The uncertainty gnawed at her as she walked away, her heart heavy with unspoken words and unresolved feelings.
I'm seeking assistance with a game scenario involving Enzo and Alessandra. During the vacation, Enzo contacted Vivienne about finding a ring in Alessandra's bag, which I interpreted as a potential marriage proposal. After selecting the option "You should really decide for yourself," the game confirmed Enzo and Alessandra's engagement.
However, upon switching to Alessandra's perspective, I noticed that she experienced a moodlet associated with a single and lovin' it lifestyle, leading to doubts about her readiness for marriage. I'd love to hear another opinion on this huge, life changing decision.
#ts4#sims 4#ts4 gameplay#sims 4 gameplay#ts4 screenshots#sims 4 screenshots#ts4 edit#sims 4 edit#alessandra de laurentis#I can't decide for the life of me#Help
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10 people I'd like to know better game
I was tagged by all-around cool people @glorious-blackout, @uhbasicallyjustmilex, and @applysome
Last song: Time is a Walnut, Hannah Mohan. I heard Hannah for thr first time at a concert last week and bought her LP. I am digging this debut album! She reminds me a bit of Hospitality or Lady Lamb.
Favourite colours: Terra Cotta Orange and Oxblood Red
Last book: The Girl at the Lion D'or by Sebastian Faulks, but technically I finished I Just Wanna Be Yours by @pockybeagle today and that is most certainly book length! And very good. đ
Last Movie: Get Back, the 8 hour film about the Beatles Let it Be sessions. McLennon fans, I salute you.
Last google: Broken tailbone. I slipped on some stairs yesterday and landed hard on my ass. I spent 11 hours at the hospital emergency room. The good news is that nothing is broken. But it hurts and I'm really brusied up. đ€
Current obsession: My kittens, Charlie and Ally. Charlie is sleeping on my arm and Ally is snuggling at my feet as I type this. They are at the stage of growth where their legs are disproportionately long and they remind me of Kermit the frog. Kitten legs are now called Kerms in my house. Is 80% of being in a relationship is creating weird slang that makes zero sense to anyone else?
Looking forward to: getting back to writing! I rearranged my office before I fell and it feels nice to have it set up better for writing....once I can sit comfortably again. đł
Tagging: @punkrockscully @lalaballa @daddy-long-legssss @thetruthisfictional @rumyodin @yellowfork @crandberrysaucewithpulp @syn-back-in-black
I have no idea who's already done this over the weekend because...hospital. So if you find these annoying, just consider this me saying hello! And if you see this and want to do it, consider yourself asked!
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feelin kinda sad so eating an obscene amount of pasta
#YukiPri rambles#it's nothing serious#just have had a stream of unfortunate disappointments#nothing major and each time i'm like well ok that could have been worse and i'm glad it wasn't#but the cumulative result is just me kinda feeling droopy inside despite trying to continue lookin chipper outside#'wilted' i think is best descriptor for me rn#trying to tell myself that retail therapy isn't the answer here#In case folks are curious#the disappointments are:#1) dad was in a car accident and no one was hurt but gave me a huge scare#2) was given a day off at work in exchange for working a weekend and was looking forward to both#but they asked me last minute nevermind come in instead and i had to cancel all the plans i'd made and couldn't reschedule#3) movie i wanted to see on said day off is no longer playing in local theaters so it's either convince mum to drive an hour or give up#4) had an afternoon tea planned with mum and her friends and was looking forward to it for a month and only eating out this month#had reservations and outfit picked out and everything#but then a few days before landlord scheduled repairs for that day and wouldn't listen when we said we had plans#so i stayed home so mum could go and i'm glad she could go but sad#5) went to work this morning and there'd been a flood in the office from a customer leaving the bathroom sink running#and the torrent of water came down on my desk specifically ruining all of my books/personal stuff#i got reimbursed but it's just really sad bc some of those things were free/gifts that i can't get back and i hate throwing out books#especially ones i never got to read but they were completely drenched through and unsalvageable...#6) had an outing planned this weekend i was really looking forward to but we probably can't go bc weather is bad#i think there were a few others but that's most of the big ones#i am wilted and just want to curl up and not move
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Tomorrowâor technically, later today since I'm writing this approaching 2AM ESTâis my ten year wedding anniversary!!!!! I have an extra-long weekend to celebrate with my wife.
A little bit of personal lore, that also ties me to tumblr forevermore: I met my wife on here. We literally still joke about the fact that she followed me first, because I was too shy to contact her.
#shaun talks#my wife's original tumblr from 2012 was deleted#and she's not really active on here anymore#but tumblr brought us together (real not clickbait)#tbh one of the better social media platforms#i am looking forward to this weekend â€ïž
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026 // âFoil Star Labelâ
#jjba#jojo's bizarre adventure#steel ball run#sbr#johnny joestar#tools used:#bristol paper#black sharpie#acery foil star labels#God. What a weekend. So many amazing things happened in this place and I have a Johnny to remember it all by.#Amazed that even though I've been traveling and working and partying I've still held true to making a daily offering.#I really think this proves I have an actual shot of completing all 365 days after the test of this jam packed weekend.#I hope you look forward to seeing them all as the year goes on!
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The lighting in my office is nice sometimes đ„°
#me#bi girl#my face#bi#selfie#brunette#personal#bisexual#the 1 by Taylor Swift has been stuck in my head all day today#I canât wait for the weekend#What a long week itâs been#I feel really on top of my shit though#Really looking forward to my Sunday meal prep#I made jalapeño and cheddar bagels last week and Iâm so excited to make them again#I got a juicer and I donât know why I didnât do it years ago
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