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meownotgood · 2 years ago

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cherry waves / hayakawa aki

Aki is undeniably, wholeheartedly in love with you, and there's nowhere he tells you he loves you more than right here, in his bed, when you're under him.

cherry waves - deftones

all my love to @kentoangel for giving me the inspiration to make this fic!!!! ilysmmmmm!!!!!!!!!! 💗

pairing: hayakawa aki x fem!reader

word count: 6.1k

tags: 18+, smut, fluff, fingering, cunnilingus, tender sex, overstimulation, dirty talk, smoking, established relationship, lots and lots of i love you's, soft dom aki

this work contains explicit content intended for 18+ individuals. please read the tags and do not interact if you are a minor.

Aki is undeniably, wholeheartedly in love with you.

He tells you every single day. Before he goes to work, he leaves a note on the fridge: There's cash on the coffee table if you want to go out and treat yourself. Have a good day baby. I love you. :) His handwriting is neat, sleek, and formal, like him personified with pen, but when he gets to the I love you, the letters seem to become a bit messier. He scribbles them nervously, as if he feels a little embarrassed about writing it, about seeing the words on the paper, tangible and real. Regardless, you pluck the note off the fridge and keep it in your drawer, alongside the hundreds of others he's written for you.

With his voice, he asserts it even more. When he manages to get a break at work, he steps aside to call you for as long as he can, even if it's only for a few minutes. He tells you he loves you before he hangs up the phone, says how much he misses you while admiring the polaroid of you in his wallet. I think about you every second that I'm here. I can't wait to come home to you.

He'll profess his love in the late hours of the night, limbs tangled with yours under the sheets, while he holds you close to his chest. He litters your forehead with the lightest, most delicate of kisses, as though you're made of porcelain beneath his lips. The words are uttered drowsily, like they're heavy in his throat, and he whispers them over and over again, as if his fondness is spilling over, uncontained. You're already fast asleep in his arms by now, so his I love you's fade into the darkness, but perhaps you'll end up hearing them in your dreams.

It slips off of his tongue again when he shares lunch with you. He takes an orange from the fruit bowl in the kitchen, peels it, pulls the pieces clean apart. There's an odd number of slices. He gives you the extra one. The citrus tastes sweet on his tongue, just as sweet as what falls from his lips. God, I love you so much, you know that? It catches you a bit off guard when he says it out of no-where, but before you can ask him where his sudden remark came from, he's shutting you up with a kiss that tastes sugar-coated.

He's just lucky to have you. Lucky and oh-so grateful to share both his life and his love. This quiet scene, shared between only the two of you: it's simple, but he's never felt more alive. Aki is finally able to live how he's always wanted, enjoying the most mundane of moments with the one he genuinely loves, who loves him just as much.

If he is the moon — cold, monochrome, and stormy — then you're definitely the sun, shining like rays of daybreak light and eternally warm like a summer's heatwave. In a world of devils, of heartache and the bitter taste of blood, you would be his idea of an angel.

He's still not sure if he even deserves this, nor does he understand how someone like him got so damn fortunate. And it's cheesy, but he wouldn't trade this life for any other, or for anything in the universe. He just wishes he got the chance to meet you, to cherish you and this life, so, so much sooner.

All he can do now is make the most of it, tell you he's in love with you in as many sentences as he can possibly fit it into, kiss you until his lips are bruising, promise you, I'll stay with you, for as long as this world will allow. Cross my heart and hope to die, my love.

There's nowhere else he belongs but here. His arms belong wrapped around you, his lips belong on yours, he longs to be as intertwined with you as possible. There's nothing he wants to say more than your name and infinite chants of I love you, I love you, I love you.

And there's nowhere Aki tells you he loves you more than right here, in his bed, when you're under him. The phrase is whispered in your ear, warm and true, the slightest bit shaky. "You're beautiful. Absolutely beautiful. I'm so in love with you." He says the words softly, but in your chest, they feel like the intense blaze and explosion of a sky filled with fireworks.

A vinyl spins and spins in the humble record player, and the speakers play a song. The low music resounds in harmony with the soft pitter-patter of rain. Droplets blanket the tin roof above and then tap gently against the window. Silk curtains are pulled slightly ajar, and blurry, fluorescent lights from the city shine through fogged up glass, illuminating the dim room.

His clothes and yours lie in a heap on the floor. He slipped off his oxfords at the door, shed his suit jacket over the couch. You loosened his tie and tossed it aside, popped each button on his dress shirt, unfastened his belt and his zipper to pull down his slacks. You reached into his hair and tugged on his hairtie until it came free from the topknot and the dark strands fell around his face.

He pulled your pants down and off of your legs, then hooked his fingers around the waistband of your underwear. He kissed you through the fabric, grinning when your legs shivered, before taking them off, leaving you in only the shirt you were wearing.

The album playing is one Aki picked out. The music itself is a bit grungy, maybe even a little out-of-style, but it's one of your favorite bands, and since it's your favorite, it became his too. He plays the cassette you gave him in the car when he drives, listens to the record on loop when you're gone because it always reminds him of you.

Strands of his hair tickle your face when he places a tender kiss on your forehead, then your cheek, your jaw, and finally your lips, where he grabs your chin between his thumb and forefinger to drag you in closer. He doesn't want to pull away, and so he lingers for far longer than necessary, kissing you softly, effortlessly.

Your arms wrap around him, and you hold the back of his head with one hand, trail your fingers down his back with the other, and trace the scars that are littered between his shoulder blades. His hands find your thighs and he grips them carefully, slowly spreading them apart.

He pulls away to pepper your neck with kisses and playful nibbles of his teeth, his lips unable to stay off of you. His fingers trail up, under your shirt, and on your chest, below your ribcage, his fingertips trace shapes onto your skin. It tingles when he draws circles, hearts, spells out the letters of his name with a feather-light touch, wishing he could engrave them in. If he could, he'd cover every last inch of you with his own being, until there's unmistakable proof that he was there, that he's in love with you. For now, the hickeys he's leaving on your nape will have to do.

"So gorgeous," He mutters against your skin, words muffled, breath hot. "God, I just adore you." His voice is deep, quiet, as smooth as the velvet sheets and as familiar as the guitar riff you've long since memorized in this song.

When Aki leans back, there's a faint grin on his face, and the kindest look in his eyes. Just looking into them makes you feel like you're drowning in warmth. It's hard to recall when you first met him, it feels like forever ago. His gaze was so cold and frigid then, but now, it's taken on a much softer hue.

Aki dotes on the fact that you're wearing nothing but his own shirt. It's one of his old t-shirts that you dug out from his dresser, and it's a baggy fit, but it looks beautiful on you, he thinks. His palms glide under it, caressing your bare skin. From this view, you look stunning. The way you're laid back on his pillow, arms sprawled out with hands upturned, you look absolutely darling, like a dose of fathomable heaven.

Your senses are filled with the smell of his sheets, his clothing, and his laundry detergent. His cigarettes, his room, just the smell of him, it makes your head spin, and you melt into the comfort and familiarity of it all. You reach up to tuck his messy hair behind his ears, fiddling with the piercings on his lobes as his hands travel down. The glint in his earrings capture the hazy glow of the city lights.

His hands reach your hips and he holds them tight, his thumbs rubbing comforting circles on your skin. He lifts them, aligns you, takes a deep breath. His heart pounds with anticipation, but he looks to you, asks if you're ready first, and only when you nod does he continue. With a hard swallow that makes his Adam's apple bob in his throat, then a fragile gasp and whine, he steadily presses inside you.

You're so wet from the hours Aki spent teasing you before this, and so messy from the countless times you've came already for him. The inside of your thighs are shiny and glistening, covered with the love bites and pretty bruises he left there.

It's on nights like these where Aki not only tells you how much he loves you, but shows you. He pleasures you all night long, until you've cum over and over again for him. Until morning light starts to seep through the blinds, and you're too tired to continue, falling asleep in his arms after the waves of pleasure subside.

Earlier, he made you cum on his fingers, one hand holding his cigarette, the other nestled between your legs. He takes a drag in from the cig, tilting his head to exhale the smoke away from you, all while his middle finger runs up and down your pussy. He gets it wet with your slick before slowly pressing it inside, all the way to the knuckle. He drags it in and out, in and out, and when you buck your hips to meet his hand, he adds another.

His ring finger stretches you out deliciously, and once it's all the way in, you can feel the cool metal of his promise ring pressed up against your entrance.

It rests on the base of his finger: a modest, silver band. You wear a similar one, but yours is adorned with a bright, glittering diamond. He saved all his paychecks for months, surprising you with the matching set on your anniversary. Since then, he never takes it off, his promise to be yours anchored to him wherever he goes.

He'll replace them someday; he's going to ask you to marry him in the future, and he's already convinced himself of it. He hopes you'll take his last name. There's no-one in the world he trusts more with the Hayakawa surname than you, and no-one else he'd rather pass it on to. Giving you that piece of himself would be a blessing.

Aki's hands are so large and so pretty, big enough to eclipse your own when he holds them, or to cup your entire face with his palm like it's what he was meant to do. And his fingers are perfect; they're so long and slender, and they feel so good as he fucks you with them. You gasp when he curls them upwards, and his lips can't help but form a smile around his cigarette.

You're always so receptive to his touch. You still giggle every time he kisses the back of your hand or the tip of your nose. Your heart still pounds when he embraces you, when his eyes lock with yours for too long. You fall apart for him every time, just as easily as the first.

He finds it endearing, and he can't help but want to please you more and more, give you all of his affection. He stamps his cigarette out into the ashtray resting on the nightstand, abandoning it to put his full attention on you, whispering the most divine words into your ear.

Listen to how wet you are. It feels good, right? Tell me it feels good.

He pumps his fingers in and out to a careful, tender rhythm. He makes sure to press them in enough so that each time, you feel the cold edges of his ring.

Oh, baby, are you close? Don't hold back, I want you to cum for me.

Aki can feel you tightening around his fingers. He notices your breathing picking up and your body starting to tense. He drags his fingers out and brings them to your clit, where he rubs tight circles, just how you like, in the way that always brings you to the edge for him time and time again.

That's it. You're so beautiful when you cum, sweetheart. You make me want you so bad.

Your thighs are sore, and your whole body is trembling, but Aki holds you close while you come down. You can go one more time for me, can't you, baby? Of course, when he asks you that, the answer is always going to be yes.

He's dying to taste you, and so he makes you cum again, on his tongue this time. He plants open-mouthed kisses on your stomach, your hips, your thighs, onto every bone, mole, and soft spot his lips can find. Raise your hips a little for me, He instructs, sliding his arms under your thighs when you do so, There you go. Can you spread your legs a bit more for me too?

He laps up the mess, presses his tongue in, fucks you with it. The rich flavor of his cigarettes still lingers in the back of his throat, and your sweet taste combined with it makes him feel delirious.

He buries his face between your legs, his nose nudging at your clit, and he groans into your cunt when you run your fingers through his hair and pull him in. He kisses your clit with soft lips, licks it with the flat length of his tongue, takes it into his mouth and sucks on it hard. You're so pretty, he mumbles, but you hardly hear it. Your legs wrap around his head, and he doesn't stop until you're cumming for him again.

Making you cum, listening to your pretty moans, watching you fall apart to his touch, it gets him so hard. His dick aches, throbs ceaselessly in his briefs, leaks out where it rests thick and heavy against his thigh. His mind goes foggy with lust, and he can feel the pure and utter want for you burning in his veins, settling in the cavity of his chest.

There's something about you that always makes him want more, makes him crave you, and causes him to desire everything you're willing to let him have. It's insatiable. He wants to be inside you so bad he can hardly stand it, but honestly, he could get off on just this alone.

He could do this all night, surely. He always puts your pleasure above his own, and he would worship your body forever, make each curve and dip into his form of a prayer, if you'd only let him. He'll make you cum as many times as you can take, and as many times as you want. Whatever you want him to do, he'll do it for you. However much you want him to give, he'll give you even more. At your request, he'd give you every last part of himself.

But on nights like this, even when your eyelids are heavy and threatening to shut, you need more of him. You want to be closer, so even when you're spent, you always end up begging him please, Please, Aki. I want you to fuck me. He wants it just as badly, if not more, and when you ask him like that, how can he resist? He'll always give you exactly what you ask for.

His cock is thick and so fucking pretty, a perfect stretch when he fills you up. Aki takes his time, eases into you slowly, and you savor every single inch of him. The sight of his dick pressing inside you is damn near intoxicating, and he wouldn't be able to tear his gaze away if he tried. His pupils are blown, eyes glazed over, and his lips are slightly parted, quivering.

When he's finally all the way in, you can feel his dick in your stomach, and he groans, pulling you in even closer by your waist. He hasn't even moved yet, and his head is already spinning. He waited so long for this, ended up teasing himself just as much as he teased you, and you're so tight around his cock, the feeling might consume him. He doesn't think he'll be able to last long, but he'll try.

"Oh, fu-uck, baby-" Aki's voice cracks into a moan as he starts to fuck you, echoing a wet sound when he rolls his hips out, then presses back in deeply. He mumbles, "You feel so amazing, I love you. God, I love you."

Before you can tell him you love him too, his lips come crashing onto yours. He kisses you slowly, at first, but he can't help himself from wanting to indulge in you further. Your lips feel like all he could ever need as they mesh with his. Then, he's kissing you deeply, breathlessly, like he can't get enough. He sucks on your tongue, sighing when he thrusts into you. He buries his cock in deeper just to feel you moan more into his mouth. Your hands thread through his hair, holding it back, keeping it out of his face.

Honestly, the feeling itself isn't what turns you on the most. It's knowing that he is the one fucking you, Aki's dick is inside you. Aki, whose cold exterior you broke past, whose heartache you managed to cure. Aki, who deserves so much more than what the world has given him, who is nothing like what people say about him.

Aki, who keeps his arm linked with yours while he makes dinner, trying out new recipes to find which one you like the best. Who wipes the tears from under your eyes with his thumbs, who gives you his jacket when it's cold outside, who still blushes when your knee bumps his in public, who makes you feel completely and utterly safe with him. Aki, who kisses you just like this, like the world is going to end.

The way Aki loves is intense, but tender. It's exhilarating, but sincere. It never fails to take your breath away, yet still feels like a home you can return to. The kind of love that grounds you, but not without allowing you to fall for him more and more. The kind of love that's purposeful in everything, because in every possible instance, you're the one he wants, and the one he needs. You, and only you.

When he draws away from you, his lips are ghosting on yours, and he whispers it again, "I love you," voice just barely audible over the music and the downpour. He pulls back further, reaches a hand into his messy hair to brush it out of his face, then cups your cheek. You lean into his warmth, his touch. You can feel the outline of his ring, and he has a stupid grin on his face when he mumbles, "Look at you. So beautiful, and you're all mine. How did I get so lucky?" It's true, but really, he's all yours — so hopelessly addicted to you.

Aki makes love to you softly, almost lazily. It's sweet and passionate, and gives you a chance to enjoy the atmosphere and every little detail of it all. Aki's cheeks are flushed, his eyelashes flutter, and his chest heaves with every ragged breath he takes in. His moans are loud and needy, each roll of his hips deliberate, never too hard, because he knows how to make you cum without the need to be rough.

Every time he shoves his cock in, it sends blood rushing to his head, and with each drag out, he whines from the pressure. He's sweating, and he grabs your shirt to hastily tug it up. Not enough to take it off, just enough to expose your chest to him.

The storm is picking up now, and the rain has grown to a loud, universal drum as it pours from the sky. The record player is still going, vinyl spinning idly as it plays the next song on the album. Aki fucks you through it, nearly to the rhythm, but he isn't paying attention to the music. He's just focused on you. The ambience is drowned out by the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin and Aki's voice in your ear.

"So good," Aki slurs, and one of his hands grips your waist, while the other finds yours to hold it tightly, your fingers interlaced with his. "You take my cock so well."

"Aki… I..." You stammer out, unable to say much more than that.

"Yeah?" Aki stops completely, giving you a second to breathe. He leans in a little closer, studies your face, and quietly asks, "What is it, baby? What do you want?"

"Want you deeper, I want you to fuck me more, please-"

"Shit," Aki sighs, clearly losing his composure for a second. He already had an idea of what you were going to ask for, but he still absolutely loves when you beg for him. He exhales a shaky breath, "Okay, baby, okay."

Aki's pace quickens a little, and he presses his body closer to yours, desperate to get himself even deeper inside. He's gasping, finding it difficult to breathe as he fucks into you harder, with less of his deliberate movements, and more of his own desperation. He's losing control, little by little, with each thrust and each noise he pulls out of you. You wrap your arms around him, and it's like he's falling into you.

All it took was that little bit of extra speed, shoving his cock in deeper, harder, and your heavenly moans and cries into his ear for him to be just barely hanging onto the edge. You feel good, way too good. Too perfect, and he's too vulnerable, linked inseparably with you.

"Oh my God, I c-can't, you feel so- fuck, fucking amazing," He stammers, barely able to get the words out, moaning after every unsteady thrust into you as he begins to lose his rhythm. His high-pitched whines are a perfect contrast to the deep vibrato of his voice. "I can't, baby, I'm so close, I'm gonna cum-"

He's trying so much to hold out, but he's so needy, and it's made evident by his moans and the love-drunk expression on his face when he leans back to look at you. His eyebrows are knitted, his lips are parted, and he's flushed red, all the way to the tips of his ears. Despite how badly he wants it, he thinks he might be able to keep going for a little while longer, but when you start begging for him to let go, to cum for you, he's done for.

He gives you a couple more desperate thrusts before he pulls out, panting hard, and his dick throbs in his hand as he jerks it. He whines your name as his cum spills out all over your pussy, your stomach, and your thighs. All over his own trembling fingers and down his knuckles, making his hand sticky and messy.

Aki takes a moment to catch his breath. Strands of hair stick to his forehead from his sweat and he does his best to brush them away. He glides two fingers through the mess on your stomach, then collects what drips down your thighs, before bringing them to your mouth. You open before he has to tell you to, and he smears his cum all over your tongue. You suck on his slender fingers and twirl your tongue around his whole hand, licking up every last drop.

"That's it," Aki praises, exhaling a shaky sigh, "Such a good girl for me. You made me feel so fucking good, baby."

You hum around his fingers in response.

He's close to collapsing, his whole body covered in a blanket of exhaustion, but his focus is on you. He's still so damn hard, already dribbling pre-cum out all over your soft stomach. And he's still so eager to please you, still so desperate to have you. Watching you take his fingers just reignited that feeling.

Aki takes his fingers out, and they're wet with your own saliva when he grabs your face and squeezes your cheeks. He swallows, and the way his normally resolute voice wavers implies that he's the slightest bit nervous when he admits, "I still need you."

"I need you too. Please."

The tip of his dick is sensitive, to the point where just pressing it to your entrance makes him whine and briefly falter. He strokes up the length, trying to get himself used to the stimulation, swiping his palm over the tip to smear the shaft with his pre-cum. He doesn't want to make you wait for too long, so he brings it back to your pussy, dragging it over, getting it messy with your slick and his cum before he slowly eases back in.

"Oh, God," Aki's head falls, and you wrap your legs around his back, tangling your fingers in his hair. You run them through close to the scalp, gently holding the back of his head, and he stammers, "S-So… It's so…"

It's so sloppy, so wet. So overwhelming, and all too much. His cock slides in and out with ease, and he fucks into you as much as he can possibly handle without falling apart at the seams. Your thighs are soaked, his dick is unbelievably messy, and the wet sound echoed each time he shoves himself in is so damn loud.

"Babydoll, I'm-" Aki mumbles, but he's unable to finish his sentence, breaking into a string of pathetic whimpers. He feverishly gives your neck open-mouthed kisses as a way to shut himself up.

The overstimulation is already starting to get to him. His legs are weak and shaky, threatening to buckle under the weight of each thrust into you. His dick is so goddamn sensitive that he can hardly handle this, and yet, he can't stop. The only thing running through his brain, through every nerve in his body is that he needs you, he needs this. He grabs your face with his hand and you hook your arms around his neck to pull him in, your lips clumsily connecting with his.

Aki moans into your mouth as he kisses you, and mutters an I love you that slurs off of his tongue when yours swirls around his. The taste of himself on your mouth has him reeling, and he can't stop himself from rutting his hips into you hard. When he pulls away, there's drool dripping down his chin, and he wipes it hastily with the back of his hand.

With his head in such a blur, he ends up telling you every little thought that enters into his mind. "Feels so g-good… So warm… Really w-wet, ah-"

God, you just love him when he's like this. So fucked out and drunk on you he can hardly speak, his head so cloudy all he can think about is how you're making him feel. It's a side of him only you get to see; he's cold and serious with everyone else, but he's got a soft spot for you. The truth is, even when it seems like he's the one in control, you're the one who's held all the power over him from the start. You always have.

You can leave hickeys on his neck that all his co-workers will see, scratch up his back with your fingernails until they leave red streaks across his skin, touch him anywhere and everywhere you please because he's yours to touch. Play with his pretty cock all you want, until he's pleading with you to let him cum, to give him more because he needs it. You can stuff his own tie in his mouth to keep him quiet, wrap your hands around his throat while you ride him. And he'll love every second of it, pure devotion reflected in the gaze he can't seem to keep off of you.

He'll let you do anything you want to him, and he'll give you anything you ask for. Especially when he's this overwhelmed, drowning in his own pleasure. And if there's anything you want right now, it's to watch him lose his mind for you.

So when you tell him to fuck you deeper, harder, pleading, Don't you dare stop, not even for a second, he'll do just that. When you tell him to kiss you, bite you, he does, placing hurried pecks over every inch of your face, leaving impressions of his teeth on your neck and shoulders. And when you tell him to keep talking to you, praise you, I want to hear your voice, his words are incoherent and breathless, but he stammers them all the same, and without a second thought.

"Love you… I… A-Ah, it's-" Aki manages, trying to form something complete, but failing every time. His breaths are quickened and his chest is heaving when he begs, "Please," although he's not sure what he's even begging for. Tears prick at the corners of his eyes, and beads of sweat drip down his forehead. It's too much, but he needs you so badly he can't quit. He's desperate to feel you cum on his cock.

Your legs are still wrapped around him, secured at the ankles. You glide your hands up his chest, then to where his collarbones jut out. Over his shoulders, up to his jawline, then down again to squeeze his arms. He's pretty, so pretty, the prettiest boy you've ever seen.

He can feel you tightening around him, and can tell your moans are picking up as he fucks you. His thrusts are shallow; he needs the friction, but also longs to stay deep inside you. He's dizzy, seeing stars, and even though he's so overwhelmed that he's not sure if he can handle cumming again, a familiar knot starts forming in his gut. He chokes out, "C-Close."

"Me too," You reply, "Want you to cum for me, fill me up, please, Aki-"

There's no way, absolutely no way he can resist that. Between you begging for him and the way you say his name, he's done for. He'll always give you just what you want.

The tension snaps, and Aki grabs your waist and pulls you closer to him, fucking you through his orgasm, filling you with his cum. He cums so hard, so loud, so desperately, his muscles tightening, his dick throbbing in your stomach, all while he whines your name and a mix of disjointed, endless I love you's.

His thrusts become messy, unrelenting, and he doesn't stop, not when it sounds like he can hardly breathe, or when his whole body is trembling. Before he collapses onto you, he wedges a hand between your legs, his fingers rubbing tight circles on your clit. The feeling is one of utter euphoria, and it's enough to bring you to the edge. You slur his name over and over again as you finish, saying it in ways that make his heart flutter and swell in his chest.

He slows when you're finally spent, his voice in your ear hoarse, but gentle, words spoken under his breath. "That's it, cum on me, baby. Just like that... Oh my God...."

The record has long since stopped by now, and the rain still falls, but nowhere near as hard as before. It creates an air of silence, and you're suddenly aware of your own heart in your ears, and Aki's heavy breaths, his swallows and meager gasps for air. His weight pins you to the mattress, and he pulls out incredibly slow, wrapping his arms around you to hold you even closer to himself. He smells of sex and sweat, of lingering smoke and a cozy familiarity.

"You okay?" He asks, finally managing to catch his breath, whispering into the shell of your ear.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm okay."

"I love you so much. More than I could ever find a way to express," Aki sighs, taking your hand into his own, "You're the best thing that ever happened to me."

You give a little half-hearted chuckle, and then you reply, "I love you too. So much."

Aki pushes himself up a little to meet your gaze. His cheeks are covered in a rosy blush, and when your free hand comes to cup his cheek, he holds it there, his fingers tenderly rubbing circles into your knuckles, brushing over the curve of your ring.

He smiles, softly, warm enough to melt fresh snow, and the bridge of his nose crinkles ever-so slightly. After a moment of hesitation, he asks, "You tired, baby?"

You nod, eyelids heavy, your whole body weak and weary. Aki leans in, and you can feel his smile against your lips when he kisses you. He holds it, keeping his lips on yours for far longer than he needs to, like he always does. When he pulls back, he whispers, "Let's get you ready for bed."

Aki gives you as much time as you need to rest, and when you're ready, he tugs your shirt over your head and carries you to the bathroom. He showers with you, lets you lean on him while he washes your hair, and kisses every inch of your skin while you both relax under the hot water. He dries you off, helps you get dressed, kisses the tip of your nose, asks if you're hungry. You say that you're not, but he offers to make you something anyways, and for his cooking, you can't refuse.

When the two of you finally sink back into bed, Aki holds you close. His shape fits to yours perfectly, like two halves of the same whole. You can feel the metronome of his heartbeat thrumming in his chest. His hand grabs yours, absentmindedly, like the way magnets are pulled together, destined to find one another.

"I have the day off tomorrow, what would you like to do, baby?" He asks as he plays with your hair, twirling strands around his fingers.

"Mmm…" You feign thinking, but really, you're just trying to fight off your ever-growing sleepiness. "Can we go shopping?"

"We can go wherever you'd like. You wanna go out to eat, too? We haven't in a while."

It's because your cooking is so good, You think, but you answer with a nod so light you're hardly sure if he even noticed. He places a kiss on the crown of your head and replies, "Alright, we'll go somewhere nice."

In your head, you imagine how the day with him tomorrow will go. Aki will slip out of bed to make breakfast as silently as possible, careful to avoid stepping on the spots that make the floor creak. You'll wake up to the smell of coffee brewing, to breakfast in bed. Aki will take you to the stores he knows you love, the ones that have the clothes you always say you feel the best in. He'll take you out to the restaurant you never ask for, because you know it's too expensive, but he secretly knows it's your favorite. And of course, he'll pay for everything.

You begin to fall asleep as the scenes play out in your mind, melting into the lull of his soft breathing and the warmth of his arms.

Aki's voice is drowsy when he asks, "You still awake?"

There's no response, so he pulls you closer, holds you safely, presses your head to his heart, and tells you one last, I love you.

And when he drifts off as well, he'll love you still, wholeheartedly. Even in his dreams, then until he breathes his last, and when he does, he's sure he'll continue to love you in the lifetime after this one.

I'll love you as much as my heart can take. Cross my heart and hope to die.

#aki hayakawa x reader #aki hayakawa smut #csm x reader #chainsaw man x reader #chainsaw man smut #aki hayakawa #aki x reader

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theunaestheticstudyblr · 2 years ago

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Broke college student tip:

Learn to love cooking. Like get into it. Enjoy it. Get excited to cook. Why? When you learn to cook and enjoy it you'll save money. Lots of money. And you'll be eating better, healthier food too.

For example. I'm eating seafood and veggie pasta right now with a white wine cream sauce. In a restaurant, this would be a fancy meal, costing $20 or so for a small portion. Literally cost me like $5 or so in ingredients to make. And like 20 minutes to cook. And I made enough for lunch AND dinner. When you know how to cook you can make cheap foods taste amazing.

Here's some advice how to make this easier:

Buy frozen things. Frozen veggies, frozen fruits, frozen meats, etc. Frozen lasts longer and saves you money and stress.

Have basic herbs and spices on hand. Salt, pepper (red, black, and white), thyme, rosemary, basil, garlic powder, onion powder, turmeric, bay leaf (chopped is best), cinnamon, paprika, cumin, and sage are my most commonly used ones!

Common recipe ingredients to keep on hand: pasta, rice, lemon/lime juice, garlic, onion, white wine, frozen veggies, potatoes, frozen meats, sugar, butter, pasta sauces, tomatoes, eggs, soda/pineapple juice/beer (great for marinades or cooking meat).

Frozen things when stored properly can be stored for a couple months and portioned out making quick meals easy!

Learn flavor profiles. Citrus, basil, rosemary, butter, salt, garlic, and onion are all fairly universal in their uses while things like cumin and turmeric have a stronger, earlier flavor and are great for stews, curries, pastas, soups, and sauces!

Learn to shop. If it's non-perishable and bogo, get it! Bogo (buy one get one) is basically half off and now you have two things for when you need it! Walmart brand pasta is like $0.98 a box. You can also get a bag of frozen extra small shrimp at Walmart for like $5 and there's about 50 in a bag. Shop non-perishable items by weight (price per ounce) and perishables by size.

Pasta sauce can be put in the freezer and if stored well can keep for like 3 months!

Sauté your veggies! They taste so good that way!!! A little butter, garlic, rosemary, and onion. Sprinkle with salt after and viola!

It's easy to fall into a food rut, so treat yourself every now and then with something different or challenge yourself by limiting yourself to 5 ingredients or something to make you exercise your skills.

Make your own barbecue sauce. It's so fun! All you need is molasses, ketchup, brown sugar, and whatever you want to customize it. I usually put honey and bourbon in mine.

Go on pinterest and find easy recipes! The great thing about a recipe is every single one you see is customizable and was made to the cooker's preference. You don't like mushrooms? Don't put them in and add something earthy and unami like turmeric or sumac in its place.

Tofu is easier than you think.

Rice is very filling and goes with most everything.

Keep fresh herbs fresh by putting them in water. You might even root and grow your own!

Frozen fruits are amazing for marinades or more "tropical" tasting recipes. Frozen citrus and pineapple are great for making a citrus chicken and rice! Just defrost in a bowl and then add the chicken to the bowl.

Tortillas are amazing and keep for a while in the fridge.

Print out recipes and keep them in a binder so you make notes and changes directly on the paper!

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ficthots · 2 years ago

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Tambourine

A/N: Oof, this is quite literally the dirtiest thing I have ever written. Like wow. I'm happy I got this out sooner than I thought! Anywho hope you guys enjoy it and let me know what you guys think.

Warnings: SMUT. 18+ content only. DNI if you are below 18.

Word Count: 14k+

Relationships are complicated. They can be incredibly fruitful and set you on cloud nine, but it was almost extremely rare that the experience would generate that outcome. In truth, every try was almost exactly the opposite of that which was why relationships were sour in your mind. They were not worth the time and effort if it was just going to end poorly.

You had sworn them off after your last failed attempt. Instead choosing to focus on yourself, your schooling, and eventually, your career. Your friendships were the best thing in your life and you did not have difficulties befriending new people.

Josh was one of those people. You had met him your first week of university and you two hit it off immediately. You were two peas in a pod, hardly being without the other.

You were Josh’s biggest supporter with whatever decisions he chose to make, like dropping out of school to be in his brother's band full-time. Being his first fan meant being there for everything over the years and you wouldn’t have had it any other way.

Which is why turning your relationship with him into a best friends with benefits situation was the stupidest thing you could have ever done.

Another show had finished, but the boys' energy levels were high knowing they had a multiple day break in between shows. This meant going to any bar that would stay open long enough for them to get that adrenaline back down.

His on stage presence followed him after a show until he would fall back into his normal self, but as he stood across the bar, playing a game of pool with his brothers, his gaze bore into yours. Your thighs subconsciously clenched at the look he sent you, setting your drink on the table, and looking at the single bathroom in the building before looking back at the boy.

The smirk grew on his face as his thumb brushed along his bottom lip, subtly nodding as you excused yourself from the table you had been standing at, hastily making your way to the restroom.

Warmth blossomed in your lower stomach knowing what was going to be taking place in the next few minutes. You entered first, ensuring to leave it unlocked, but faced the large, dingy mirror to double check your makeup was still intact from the long night.

The heavy creek of the door echoed through the small space and when the familiar permed hair slid through the tight opening, he wasted no time pulling you towards him. His taste of whiskey and honey flooded your senses as his tongue swept across your own, a light moan escaping you at the motion.

His hands spun you around, making you brace yourself on the sink as that smirk reappeared, connecting your eyes in the mirror as his hand traced down your spine to the curve of your ass, grabbing a handful as he spoke.

“We need to be quick. I intentionally lost that game to get in here, but I play next,” your hands made quick work of pulling your jeans down as he palmed himself through his khaki shorts. His hand curled around your hair, grabbing it all with one fist and pulling it back to stand you up straight against his chest.

Your eyes watched your reflection, seeing his shut as the tip of his nose brushed along your pulse point and inhaled. “New perfume, mama?” He murmured against your skin as you nodded in response.

“Got it yesterday. Figured you’d like it,” his smirk grew against your neck before he gently nipped at the spot. His hand went to the back of your neck and pushed you back down as he released himself from the confines of his shorts.

He quickly spit into his hand and ran it over your naked core, brows furrowing at how wet you already were as you waited for his next move. You greedily sank back onto his hand, craving his touch, begging for something more.

“Needy tonight, mama? Sorry it can’t be more,” he sounded genuinely apologetic for a split second as he buried himself in your cunt. You inhaled sharply at the rough motion, eyes squeezing shut as his movements began immediately.

Your moans mixed together, not worried about anyone hearing as the bar's music blasted through the building, but there was no sweeter sound than Josh’s panting and short breaths as he focused on getting you both to finish before anyone noticed you two were missing.

There was simply no time for anything extra tonight, but you didn’t mind. This was rare when he wouldn’t be able to properly take care of you, always opting to wait to be able to take his time and worship you like how he swore you deserved.

However, every once in a while it was just too much to handle and you both would need one another more than normal and would do it anywhere you could find a hiding spot. It was incredibly risky to be doing this so close to your group, but the chance of being caught made it so much better.

Josh’s head fell back as his hand palmed your ass before pulling back and smacking it, eliciting a stronger moan from you. “Play with your clit for me, lovey,” you didn’t hesitate, fingers finding your bud and rushing fast circles over it, feeling yourself coming undone on him.

His face relaxed as his orgasm sent him dissolving into pleasure, you following seconds after. Neither of you moved for a moment afterwards as you caught your breath, but he pulled out and grabbed paper towels from the dispenser to wipe himself clean, not having many other options in the area you found yourself in.

When you went to grab some for yourself, he tsked at you and made you stop moving. He wet a few towels and sank down onto his haunches, placing a featherlight kiss on the top of your mound with a smile before gently wiping you clean. His cold fingers hooked into the loops on your pants and pulled them back up over your thighs as he stood.

As he appeared face to face with you, his hands cupped your cheeks and pulled you to meet him. Your lips danced with each other as your hands worked to zip your jeans and button them, doing the same for him as he continued his soft kisses on your face and neck.

“Thank you, Joshy. Know you don’t like this, but I missed you,” he hummed as he kissed behind your ear, wrapping his arms around you and pressing you against himself. “I’ll take care of you more tomorrow. You’ll have my full attention. We can have the day together because I have no plans of being anywhere near my brothers. I want the day with you, okay?”

Your hands tangled in his curls and nodded, rubbing your nose against his as his lips pushed against yours, turning you back towards the door.

“You came in first, go,” as you slid out the door, you caught one last look of Josh and noticed the rosy tint that sat on the apples of his cheeks that flushed an entirely different way after he had just cum. Eyes that were heavy with lust, pupils blown out and looking entirely fucked. Lips swollen and kiss bitten, tongue constantly darting out to moisten them. Curled hair out of place and hanging on his forehead.

He was gorgeous.

When you got back to your table, Jake’s gaze fell on you and watched as his brother appeared in the group a couple minutes later, eyes narrowing at his twin as he silently asked where he had been.

Your palms grew sweaty as his brother’s eyes skirted across your features and leaned towards you. “Where were you at? You were gone for like twenty minutes,” you sipped your beer and leaned back towards him so he could hear you over the loud talking of the table and music. “I ran into someone I knew from work a long time ago. I got stuck talking with them,” he bought it quickly, nodding his head and rejoining the chatter.

A quick glance to Josh and he winked at you, knowing you had convinced his brother of your little white lie, hiding your rendezvous once again from everyone.

After how long you two had been doing this, you would think over time it would be easier to hide it from everyone and close calls would lessen. That was wrong. If anything, it became more difficult and you despised lying to the people you were closest with, but it would only complicate things more than they already were.

You just wanted it to be you and Josh for as long as possible and so far, it was working. Two years in and there hadn’t been any hiccups. Extremely close calls, sure, but no one knew yet and you wanted to keep it that way.

It was one of the rules. Rule number three to be exact and the most important of them all.

Your purse and shoes were discarded by the front door as you hurried over to your record player and turned it on. Spinning on your heel as the music started flowing through the space, your eyes fell to him and smiled as you belted along to the words.

It had been a long night, but you weren’t ready for it to end yet. You felt like you and Josh were on another level of connectivity tonight. On the same wavelength, having had a wonderful time at the party for the band. You two had been attached at the hip all night and you just didn’t want the night to come to a close sooner than absolutely necessary.

Honestly, it was rare when you two weren’t, but tonight felt different. His hands held onto you every chance they could, your eyes searched for him whenever he wasn’t in your direct line of vision, and you two whispered silent jokes to each other that weren’t meant for others ears.

Sure, you had over indulged on some drinks, but everyone had. It was why he was in your hallway watching you move around the space with a blissed out smile on your face as your favorite song played in the background.

“Josh, Joshy! Will you sing to me?” You grinned at the boy as he stood in your kitchen, leaning against the counter as you danced around the living room to the soft music playing.

He had made it his mission to get you home despite how drunk he himself was after the party you two had been at with his brothers and mutual friends, knowing you were far gone and needed to get home safe.

His gaze softened on you at your request and immediately fell in with the singer, harmonizing in a captivating way that sent a chill down your spine. You made your way to him and laced his fingers with your own, pulling him from the kitchen and having him sway with you as he sang softly in your ear.

You giggled as the song finished, looking at the boy in front of you and let your eyes work over his sharp features. You admired his freshly shaved jaw, the point of his nose, his large doe-like eyes, his unruly eyebrows, the plushness of his lips.

You didn’t think as you leaned in and placed your own against his, just wanting to see how they would feel for a second.

He didn’t hesitate to kiss you back for that fleeting moment, hand still holding yours, other palm pressed flat against your back. When you pulled back you smiled, teeth sinking into your lip as you made eye-contact with him.

The gold flecks in his eyes were only visible this close to him and you felt yourself getting lost in them. “You’re very kissable, Joshy,” you whispered out after a beat. His smile grew, dimples showing at your words.

“Yeah? Do it again, lovey,” your arms wrapped around his neck, Josh simply flooding all of your senses. Any sense of judgment for what was happening was out the window as you whimpered into his mouth, deepening the kiss. You simply did not care about the implications of what this would mean for tomorrow.

In the moment, it was all Josh.

Even the next morning when you woke up with a pounding headache, eyes stuck together from your mascara not having been washed off, a heavy arm strung over your waist, and a dull ache pulsing in between your legs.

Your eyes went slightly wide as you turned your head and saw your best friend laid next to you as naked as the day he was born. “Shit,” you whispered out as you lightly moved from his grasp to go to the bathroom and have a moment to process what had just happened.

As the warm water pounded against your skin you groaned. Of course, you shouldn’t have done that, but my god Josh was a good lay. He knew exactly what to do and how to make you convulse in pleasure in ways you never had before.

It had been so long since you had had good sex. Okay, sex period. You weren’t interested in a relationship right now, but you deeply missed the sexual aspect that accompanied partnerships.

And you had never been with someone as skilled as Josh. Even if he was your best friend.

You didn’t have romantic feelings for him, but maybe that was okay. Neither of you were really in a place for a relationship anyways. Perhaps this could be beneficial for you both if it was as good for him as it was for you.

When you stepped back into the bedroom you saw him lying there on his phone, a large smile taking over his face as you reappeared in front of him. “We need to talk, don’t we?” You shrugged and sat next to him, pulling the towel tighter around yourself.

“We probably should,” your fingers pushed the loose curls from his eyes as he peered up at you. “I’m just going to come out with this before you say anything, okay? That was fantastic. Not even going to sugar coat it, I don’t care how much it inflates your ego. It was really good,” you giggled as his cheeks turned a deep red as you continued, hand still moving through his hair as his head laid on your lap, “and I think we should keep doing this. You and I have both said fairly recently we aren’t in good places for relationships so what if we just do this?”

His brow drew together in question as he spoke for the first time, taking your hand and playing with your fingers nervously. “Just sex? Would you be okay with that?” You nodded your head at his question as he lost himself in thought for a second before sitting up and facing you.

“Alright, but I have a couple of concerns,” you watched him intently as he thought about how to word his questions. “It cannot affect our friendship, okay? You’re my best friend and I don’t want to jeopardize that,” your smile softened at him at those words, but you nodded your head.

“I agree. What else?” He sighed and shrugged, arms crossing over his chest as he nibbled on his bottom lip. “If you want to stop this at any time we can,” you nodded and chuckled. “Same goes for you,” he rolled his eyes and let his smile take over his features, lighting up his face.

“Don’t see that happening, lovey. If we do this, we should make the most of it.” He leaned across the bed, lips capturing yours as your hands cradled his jaw, feeling his tongue push its way into your mouth. You noticed his hands gently tug at the towel wrapped around yourself and you let it fall with no fight.

He climbed on top of you, having you lay completely flat on the bed as he left a trail of kisses down your throat to your chest. It took every fiber of your being to speak up to continue the chat you two had been having just moments earlier.

“We need some ground rules, Josh.” He sucked a nipple into his mouth as you spoke, eyes peering into yours and nodding his head, urging you to continue on.

He pulled back only to speak quickly. “Tell me rule number one, mama.”

RULE #1: IF SOMEONE TEXTS, YOU GO.

It had been a long week at work. Between being handed three new projects because your boss simply did not feel like doing their job, working six straight days in a row, and not being able to sleep at night because your brain was on overdrive, you felt like absolute hell.

You sat on your sofa, dimming the lights to try and get caught up on your favorite show with a glass of wine, but no matter what you did, you simply could not get comfortable. Shifting seats, blankets on and off, lights dimmed lower and brighter, lighting a candle, getting chocolate, nothing was working to get that sharp ache in your shoulders to subside.

The screen on your phone was dark. It had been a couple of weeks since you had slept with Josh after that night and morning after and neither of you had jumped to use your mutual agreement with one another, but tonight was different. You needed to relax and you knew a good orgasm would let that happen and who better to do it than your best friend?

You cringed at the thought of reaching out to him simply because he hadn’t tried first. Your attention was completely off your show now, instead staring at the text, trying to decide if you should send it. Carefully selecting each word meant it had taken you ten minutes to figure out how to phrase the request and you finally settled on what was staring back at you.

You- Make my night better and come see me?

What if he had changed his mind? What if he was out on a date with someone? What if he just wasn’t in the mood tonight? Would you be able to handle the rejection?

Fuck it. You hit send and set your phone down on the couch next to you, waiting to hear the ding of a message sent back. It happened within a minute.

You grabbed it and felt your smile grow as the text sat on your screen.

Butterball- Finally, on my way mama ;)

Standing from the couch and rushing to the bathroom, you realized you had already washed your face for the night and battled within yourself about throwing on a layer of simplistic makeup, but by the time you had fixed your hair, a thud pounded on your door.

Your nerves were coursing through you as you opened it to see the mop of curls greeting you on the other side. His hands found home on you instantly, drawing you towards him as he kicked the door shut as he entered your apartment.

His lips messily met yours as he smiled into the kiss. “What made you text?” You shrugged, pulling him to the couch with you, hardly parting from one another, speaking against each other’s lips. “Rough week at work and need you to help me relax,” he nodded his head and pulled back as you fell onto the couch.

You propped yourself up on your elbows, taking him in as he stared down at you and smiled. “Well we have all night, so let’s slow down. I’m going to grab a glass of wine,” his hands landed on either side of your waist, nudging his forehead against yours and sweetly capturing your lips as he continued, “and then we are going to put a movie on and I’m going to get the knot out of your shoulders that I know has been bothering you for days, m’kay?”

Breathing in each other's air made you feel dizzy with arousal as you listened to his voice explain what was going to happen and you could only nod in response, eyes staring innocently into his as he pecked your lips one more time before walking into your kitchen to grab another glass.

Anticipation pummeled you as you took a gulp of your wine to try to calm your nerves. You sat back against the couch and when Josh stood in front of you, he sipped from his own glass and let his eyes skirt over your figure before grabbing your remote without another word.

He put on your favorite film, Pride and Prejudice, that you always opted to watch when you needed comfort and when he turned back towards you, pausing the start of it and crossed one of his arms over his chest, his eyes darkened as he watched you.

You hadn’t made a move since he had entered the room, waiting for him to make the first move, not wanting to mess this up. He knew you were waiting for his direction and enjoyed that you were letting him control the situation like this.

Josh made his way to the chaise of your sofa and relaxed into the plushy spot, turning to face the screen and beckoned you over to lay with him. You slowly moved over to him, pressing your back into his chest as he pulled a blanket over you both, arm wrapping tightly around your waist.

His hand still held the remote and as he hit play, the familiar opening scene filled the screen, causing a small smile to take over your features. This wasn’t exactly what you had in mind for the night, but he had said you had all night.

Those thoughts diminished as you felt his hand flatten under your shirt on your stomach, drawing small circles on the skin causing goosebumps to appear as you tried to keep your breathing even.

“Keep your eyes on the movie, lovey,” his husky voice spoke into your ear as he continued the leisurely movements on you. You tried to keep your attention on the movie, almost succeeding as he hadn’t made any other advancement, but as a new scene appeared, his hand moved to cup your breast.

Your eyes shut as he gently kneaded at it, but not doing anything else. You were hyper aware of every breath you took in, not wanting to let on how turned on you had gotten from such little touching, but you were failing.

Mainly forcing breaths out of your nose, not paying any attention to the movie as his fingers pinched and rolled your nipple in between his pointer finger and thumb. You gasped, eyes squeezing shut, but he spoke in your ear.

“I told you that you need to keep your eyes on the movie, mama,” your shaky intake of breath coupled with you forcing your eyes open to watch took all your energy. His fingers had stopped until he was positive you had followed his directions, continuing with it again.

You couldn’t help the small whimper that rumbled from your throat, urging him to give you more. He didn’t.

The overstimulation of your nipples had your chest aching, the wetness pooling at your core was soaking through your thin leggings almost forcing you to beg to be touched. Almost.

His hand finally removed itself from you and you felt like you could cry from the mixed relief and yearning for more. “Did you know that Joe Wright did not want to cast Kiera Knightly in this role?”

You shook your head at his words, his breath tickling the shell of your ear as he spoke lowly. “Said she was too pretty to play Elizabeth Bennet,” you wanted to laugh at the turn around he had just done. Borderline pissed he was talking about this instead of getting you off.

Your anger was short lived before you felt his cool hand slip under the band of your pants, fingers slipping into the sticky arousal that coated you. “Wright had also never seen the 1995 version of Pride and Prejudice,” he parted your lips as he spoke, middle digit sliding in your opening, eliciting a deep moan to wrangle from your throat.

He pulled it out as quickly as he had put it in, using the same finger to swirl around your budding nub. Given how turned on you already were, it was not going to take much to push you over the edge.

Josh knew this and continued whispering fun facts about the movie that fell on your deaf ears, unable to process any of the information he was feeding you, solely focused on your impending orgasm.

As your breathing grew more shallow, moans overpowered his words, and your attention on the movie had entirely lapsed, he slowed his movements almost to a stop. “Have you been listening to me at all? Or watching the movie like I told you to?”

Your eyes snapped open at his questions and whimpered in frustration, agitated tears forming at the corners of your eyes. “Joshy, please. I want it so bad, please,” your head had moved to rest on his bicep, legs spread wide open for him, one almost hanging off the couch, the other tucked in between his, his eyes staring down at you.

He smiled softly, pressing a gentle kiss to the space between your eyebrows and let his fingers get back to work. “I know, lovey. I’m gonna get you there, ‘kay? Be a good girl and cum for me, yeah? I know you can, you’re so close, mama,” as Josh showered you in praises, you came with a shattering force, white light overpowering your vision.

Josh worked you through it, lips landing on your temple, a large smile taking over his face. “There you go, pretty girl. You did so good for me.” As you came back from your high and your eyes opened, you felt exhaustion take over your body.

His hand was removed from your pants, placing it in front of your mouth and you took it, licking him clean as he smiled at you. “Good girl. Go to bed, I’m going to clean up out here and I’ll see you tomorrow for the barbecue at Danny’s, yeah?”

You nodded your head, eyelids heavy and closing as he placed a chaste kiss on your lips, forcing you to sit up with him.

As you made your way down the hall you spared one last look at your best friend and felt your smile grow as you watched him grab the empty wine glasses and put them in your dishwasher, folding the blanket and placing it on the back of the couch, and finishing cleaning up your space.

When you climbed into bed, all your worries and doubts faded away as you smiled to yourself. Maybe this could work. You would make it work because this agreement was already looking great.

You stood to the side of the stage watching one of the opening acts for the boys shows, dancing to the catchy beat.

Whenever you got the chance to watch them perform, especially Josh, you snatched it in a heartbeat. Although you had to fly in for this particular show, it was worth it. You needed a little break from regular life and what better way to do that than to spend time with your best friends?

One of the bodyguards stood with you as you listened to the music when you felt your phone vibrate in your back pocket.

Butterball- I think there is somewhere else you should be right now. Don’t you agree?

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His dressing room door greeted you as you opened the text. Your heart rate increased and you smiled at the gentleman next to you before making your way towards his room.

Dodging his brothers so they wouldn’t ask questions about where you were going and why you were trying to find Josh meant it took far longer than it should have to reach your destination. When you slipped in passed the door and shut it gently behind you, Josh’s unpleasant look greeted you.

“Lovey, I sent you that text twelve minutes ago. I go on in eleven minutes now,” you saw the rhinestones glittering across his cheekbones, not a hair out of place, fully dressed and cup of what was more than likely pure whiskey in his hand, your heart skipped a beat at how mouthwatering he looked.

He opted for the white two piece suit tonight, his crotch on full display, leaving nothing to the imagination. You wasted no time, going towards him and sinking down on your knees, looking up at him through your eyelashes.

“I’m sorry, sir,” you gulped anxiously, hand gently petting his quickly hardening cock. His jaw set at your tone and his teeth sank into his bottom lip, agitation evident. “Open your mouth and be a good whore for me,” your mouth fell open, tongue leaving your mouth to wait for him.

His fat head sprang free from his pants, landing on the tip of your tongue before pushing fully into your mouth. You relaxed your jaw and let him fuck into your mouth at the pace he wanted, knowing that you had taken too long to get to him tonight and he needed to get off fast.

Your hand went between your thighs and as you tried to touch yourself, his fist yanked you off his dick and shook his head. “Did I say you could touch yourself?” You mumbled back a small no as he shoved himself back into your waiting mouth.

“Be my good cock slut and suck me off. If you’re good I’ll take care of you later,” as Josh was speaking, tears were running down your face, gags echoing off the walls as he fucked your face.

“Shit, lovey, you’re gonna make me cum. Fuck!” You felt his cock twitch in your mouth, stilling his movements as his load shot down your throat. You watched his eyes roll back, mouth lightly hang open, hands shake as they held your hair back as you kept his dick in your mouth, letting him come down from the high.

You pulled off of him with a pop, sniffling, and giggling as you stood up. You legs were wobbly after being on your knees for so long, feeling his hands still you as he grabbed the tissue box from the table.

“Let me clean you up, mama,” you sat down in the singular chair as he wiped the wet mascara from your cheeks, your runny nose, and handed you a bottle of water. Your hands held onto his hips as he focused on not smearing your makeup anymore than it already was, seeing the concentration on his face and smiling at him.

His eyes quickly went down to yours and chuckled. “You were good for me despite being late,” you rolled your eyes and interjected in his speech. “Okay for starters, I had to avoid everyone so of course it was going to take me longer to get back here,” his fist grabbed your hair, making you tilt your head back to look at him, shutting you up.

“If you would let me finish. I said you were good for me and because of that I was going to take care of you at the hotel tonight, but now I’m not sure you deserve it,” you pouted at him and moved towards his lips, taking his bottom one between yours.

“I do. I was so good,” his smile grew, pearly white teeth on display at your desperation for him. “Okay, lovey.” He gave in so easy it had you smiling in victory, knowing all it took to tip the scales in your favor was to play into his power play he so craved.

“Thank you, butterball,” your laughter bubbled out into a cackle as he rolled his eyes at the nickname he despised. “Don’t push your luck! I’m feeling generous tonight, but that can change in a heartbeat.”

You winked at him as you walked out of the room, not able to hold in your laughter as he stood watching you join the group that stood down the hallway, face red with faux irritation at your term of endearment for him.

Bored. You were simply bored. It was a Saturday night and you had absolutely no plans for the evening. You had already eaten dinner, were a couple drinks in for the night, and could not find anything interesting to watch on tv.

You stared at your phone screen and smiled to yourself knowing how you could pass the time. Finding his contact and hearing the dial tone fill the space, your brow furrowed as a text notification popped up from him as he answered.

“Hey, pretty girl. I’m assuming you saw my text?” You opened the message and laughed at it.

Butterball- What do you have going on tonight cause I would like to be in those plans but preferably in you

“I did not see your text until just now, but we are on the same page. I’ll be over in fifteen, ‘kay?” When you got to his apartment, he greeted you at the door with a glass of wine and a deep kiss that had you sinking into him.

“I was bored tonight. Take care of me, Joshy?” His smile grew as his tongue traveled behind your ear. “Always, mama.”

Josh had his cock running through your folds, collecting the wetness before slipping into you. “Jesus, you’re the perfect fit for me, I swear.” Your smile took over your face as you laid on your back, legs wrapped around his waist as he bottomed out.

“You said you want to make the most of this-shit,” your eyes squeezed shut as his thumb made light circles on your clit, breathless as you continued talking, “what does that mean for you, babe?”

His grip on your hips was tight, fingertips indenting into your skin, small crescent moons being left from his fingernails. “That is what I want rule number two to be.”

RULE NUMBER TWO: FANTASIES & THE SAFE WORD

Josh had been your best friend and confidant for years before this arrangement. He made you feel comfortable and protected whenever he was around. It was just who he was.

He had a way of allowing you to be your honest and true self around him and never feel guilty or bad about that. You never had. He never let you.

When he suggested that rule number two be about fantasies, you were intrigued. Of course, you had always thought about your deepest sexual desires, but you had never thought you would be with someone who would make you feel okay with having them and even enacting them.

Josh wanted to. Encouraged you to.

The night when you two had divulged your fantasies to one another, Josh jumped at yours. He claimed dibs on going first and you waited a long time for it to happen, but he said it made the suspense of it all the better.

He was right.

It was why you were sat at an extremely high end hotel lounge, wearing a gorgeous gown that you would never have been able to afford normally, hair and makeup done in a way you had only worn for a black-tie wedding once before, and sipping a cocktail that had an at least ninety percent markup from your local bar.

You smiled softly at the bartender as he approached to ask you for your next drink order. Listening to the light piano music playing through the room, you knew you did not belong in a place like this, but your stomach was alight with nerves and excitement.

A figure appeared next to you and pulled the bartender's attention to him. “She’ll have a french martini. Put it on my tab, including her last drink,” he set his card on the counter, sliding it over to the man before turning his attention to you.

His hair was slicked back, face freshly shaven, slender fingers resting on the counter as he took in your figure. His suit was crisp, a watch that cost more than your yearly rent sat on his wrist, cufflinks on display as he sipped from his whiskey glass, a hint of mischief gleaming in his eyes.

“I’ve never had a french martini before,” you said, turning your body to face the man. He offered a kind smile and set his drink down on the wooden coaster. “You’ll enjoy it,” your eyes slightly narrowed at him.

“Quite presumptuous to assume I’ll enjoy it when you don’t even know me,” he chuckled as the bartender set the drink down in front of you. “Try it,” you gingerly brought the glass to your lips, letting the liquid slip down your throat.

Damn it. It was delicious.

He read your expression and a charming smile took over his features. “I was right, wasn’t I?” You weren’t going to let him have this victory that easily.

“Must do this pretty often then don’t you? Find a pretty girl sitting at the bar, order her a fancy drink, sweet talk her some, take her back to your room for the night and do it all again next weekend,” he winked at you and took another sip of his own drink as he listened to you.

“Look at you, one step ahead of me. Let me sweet talk you, then.” You snorted into your glass as you brought it back to your lips. “Go ahead, give it a try.” You encouraged him, excited to see where this was going to go.

“What’s your name sweetheart?” You held eye contact with him as you spoke as seriously as possible, seeing him eye you, sitting on the edge of his seat, waiting for your response.

“Anita Dickenme,” he choked on his drink, hand coming up to cover his mouth, trying to hide his laughter at your response. It took more than a beat for him to compose himself enough to respond to you. “That’s a beautiful name, Ms. Dickenme. I’m Dr. J.M.K.,” before he could finish, a woman in her fifties approached the two of you and offered a sheepish smile.

“Hi, I’m so sorry to bug you both, but my daughter is a huge fan. Would it be possible to get an autograph?” Your eyebrows went up in surprise as his face burned a deep red, scribbling on a napkin and handing it to her as she thanked him and excused herself from you both.

“Well, doctor, I think there might be more here than meets the eyes. What kind of doctor gets autograph requests? Especially in a place like this?” You leaned on your hand, letting him fall into easy conversation with you about his “true” work he did.

The two of you let your laughter subside after sharing a story and watched as his hand landed gently on your knee. “Why don’t we move this upstairs?” You smirked, finishing your drink and standing from your chair, taking his arm as you walked out of the bar towards the glass elevators to take you up towards the hotel rooms.

Flashing the guard his hotel room key, you were pointed towards the elevator on the far end. He let you enter first, but you couldn’t help yourself and watched the people below flitter in and out of the extravagant resort.

Hands landed on your waist, a cheek pressed to yours, and a small bite on your neck had you rolling your head to the side to allow him better access.

“Doctor, I’m sure you know this, but people can see what we’re doing,” you were forcing the words out in a breathless whimper as his hand picked your gown up from the floor, letting his hand slide into the slit that had once exposed your thigh.

His fingers brushed across your core and groaned with a deep chuckle. “Let’s put on a show for them then. No panties?” You pulled away from him quickly as the elevator dinged, announcing your arrival to the top floor of the hotel.

You stepped out and watched as he took a deep breath to compose himself and take your hand in his as he walked to the end of the hallway. Two heavy wood doors greeted you both and when he opened them, you felt the breath knock away from you.

The city skyline greeted you through the wall of windows. It wasn’t entirely late so the streets below were still heavy with cars.

On the coffee table in the large living room sat a bottle of champagne and two glasses plus a plate of strawberries. You forced the shock to subside at the fact that you couldn’t even see the bedroom from where you stood in the middle of the room, knowing this room must’ve cost an absolute fortune.

You set your bag on the table and leisurely sat on the sofa, sparing a glance at the man who was watching your every move, waiting to see what you were going to do next.

Grabbing one of the glasses you gave a large smile to him. “I would love a glass, doctor.”

Almost the entire bottle was gone as you two sat on the couch, laughing over the silliest jokes and as you caught your breath, you peeked at him from the corner of your eye.

“Will you excuse me for a moment, doctor?” He leaned back on the couch, one arm going along the back of a cushion, the other still holding his glass as he nodded, watching to see where you were sneaking off to.

You stepped into the bedroom, closing the large french doors behind you as you did.

The tremble in your hands grew as you slid your dress off, putting it on a hanger in the expansive closet. Standing in front of the mirror you looked at your reflection and tried to calm yourself down with a small pep talk.

“It’s just, Josh. It’s just, Josh,” you fixed the bustier and garters, trying to decide if your plan to forgo panties was a good call or not. You fixed your hair and gave yourself another once over.

The black lace bustier was cupless on the top, the middle sheer, and had garter attachments on the bottom. The no panties was a perfect decision you thought to yourself as you saw the garters hold your pantyhose.

You opened one of the doors and leaned against the frame, catching his attention as he turned towards where you stood. His breath stuttered in his throat as he eyed you.

“Jesus Christ,” he muttered as he quickly stood. Your confidence skyrocketed as he made his way towards you, eyes darkening the closer he got.

He loosened his tie, hand cupping the back of your neck and moaning as his tongue fought yours for dominance. “And here I thought Ms. Dickenme was a classy lady. Apparently not,” he chuckled as he brought you out to the living room.

Wasting no time, he pushed you up against the windows, bending you over slightly as he freed himself from the suit pants he wore. When you felt his head push into you, the guttural moan that released from him indicated just how badly he had wanted this tonight, too.

“Teasing me all night, leaving me high and dry in the elevator,” with each word a deep thrust accompanied it, cries and whimpers escaping you. “Want to act like a tease, I’ll treat you like a tease,” your eyes rolled as his speed picked up.

Your hair was a mess as his hand had a good fistful, makeup smearing on the window, growing more turned on by the minute at the thought of someone being able to see what you two were doing.

Skin hitting skin echoed in the room, tears streamed down your face at the force that he was fucking you at, the uncomfortable position your neck had been in through the entire thing caused a full ache to begin, but it was overpowered by the sheer force of your orgasm.

Your knees buckled, but you felt his arm wrap around your waist, supporting you as you caught your breath, not registering that he had already finished prior to you.

He turned your head towards him, capturing your lips before mumbling against them. “I want you to go get in the bath and wait for me. Do you understand?” You could only mumble a yes as you stumbled off to the bathroom.

Your mind was a mushed nothingness as you monotonously set the bath and sank in, feeling the scalding water accept your body. When you heard footsteps approaching, he smiled at you, some curls coming loose from the professionally inspired do he had done just for you earlier.

Moving forward so he could sit behind you, he hissed at the temperature of the water. “Trying to melt your skin off?” You giggled, leaning back against him, but not able to give a verbal response before his fingers found your clit and began rubbing small circles over it.

“Not-not yet. Can’t-,” he hushed you and had you relax fully against him as he continued. One hand curled around your neck, forcing your jaw to tip back and lock eyes with him. “Yes you can, baby. I know you can. Relax for me,” your breathing picked up as he agonizingly drew you closer to cumming again.

You could feel his smile against the side of your face, head resting in the space between his collar and jaw, cries bouncing out into the bathroom.

“You’re close, angel. I know you want to cum on my fingers so bad. I know you want to make me happy and cum for me,” his words tipped you over the edge, arching your back away from his chest, falling silent as you let the pleasure take over your body.

You blinked your eyes open and noticed the room was partly lit only from a table side lamp. The crisp white sheets wrapped around your body and you sighed with a tired smile when you realized where you were.

You turned over and saw him lying asleep next to you and spotted the hardon pressing against the sheet. Moving slowly to not wake him yet, you sat up and straddled him, noticing he hadn’t moved.

Grabbing his cock and lining it up with your opening, you slowly sank onto him. You were unbelievably sore from the activities of the two days you had spent together, but you just didn’t care.

Marks littered your entire body and his, every time you moved pain ricocheted from somewhere on you, and you were beyond exhausted. Check out was in less than an hour, but you wanted one more.

He groaned, arms circling around your torso and crushing you to his chest as you slowly moved your hips on him. “Morning,” you spoke against his lips, a small smile gracing your face.

“You’re gonna kill me, you know that?” You nodded, picking up your pace a little bit more causing a whimper to fall from his lips. “I know, baby, but we have to leave soon and I just want one more, ‘kay? You promised it was my forty-eight hours,” he nuzzled into your neck and kissed the skin there.

“Whatever you want, lovey.” As you rode you both to one final orgasm, you couldn’t help the giggles that escaped you.

He didn’t let you get far, pulling you back towards him as you climbed off of him. “How was this? Fantasy met?”

You let yourself rest against his chest and peered up at him with a big grin. “And then some. Thank you,” he hummed as you pecked his lips, getting up to get packed and checked out from one of the best weekends of your life.

You dropped your bags on the hardwood floor and felt giddy as you looked at the cabin. It was exactly what you had wanted for this.

It needed to be absolutely perfect because he had been struggling these last few weeks. You had been planning this since he had told you about his fantasy and you knew this was the right time to do this.

He needed the release.

Josh had gone above and beyond for your fantasy weekend and you wanted to do the same for him. Hence why you found yourself at a cabin buried away from any form of civilization, blocking out a full seventy-two hours to spend together.

And only one change of clothes for the entire time.

You had sent him the directions to get up here, not letting on to what your little surprise for him was. Groceries were stocked, activities planned to keep you entertained that you weren’t entirely sure you would be doing, and there was absolutely no need to leave the cabin for anything.

It was perfect.

When you knew he was going to be arriving soon, you went to the bedroom and got set up for him so everything would be ready when he got there. The front door opened and when you heard him call out into the house, you felt your heart flutter with excitement.

“Lovey?” You heard him getting closer and giggled, yelling out to him. “Don’t come in here! I’ll be out in a second,” his laughter flowed in the space over the music playing through the cabin.

“What’s going on?” When you walked out from the room, his back was to you, checking out the space you had rented for the weekend. He had a beer in his hand and when he turned, he nearly dropped the can.

“It’s your turn this weekend. I believe you said your biggest fantasy was being able to roam free, nude, and have relations anytime you wanted. Well, that’s what this weekend is. I have only one change of clothes for when we leave, otherwise I will be naked all weekend and you can freely use me whenever and wherever you want,” as you walked towards him, hands holding his jaw you saw the adoration and pure lust flash in his eyes. He swallowed hard and nodded his head, almost in a state of shock at what you were saying to him.

“Use me, Joshua. I’m yours for whatever you want,” you whispered the last bit as you lightly kissed him, waiting for his movements to come back to him and react.

You squealed as his smile broke across his face, arms circling around you and pushing you towards the couch, lips attacking your neck.

“You’re fucking perfect, I swear.” You laid flat on the couch and spread your legs, giving him the perfect view of your cunt. He groaned as your fingers went and slipped through the slick that was already coating you.

He wasted no time, stripping down to join you in the weekend of his dreams. He pulled your hips closer to his face, inhaling as your pussy met his mouth.

Licking one singular stripe up you, his forehead fell forward, resting on the inside of your thigh. “Fucking Heaven,” he used two fingers to slip into your hole, scissoring them out as you shivered at the motion. His laugh fell on your core making you jolt at the sensation, but his hands held you to him.

“We have days, mama. Don’t run from me yet,” Josh continuously lapped at you until you were seeing stars, on the verge of a total blackout. He only stopped to pull away when he felt you go limp after finishing again.

“Perfect girl,” he inched up your body, leaving a trail of open mouthed kisses until his hand pinched your chin, turning you to face him. His large, dopey smile filled your vision and you met it as he slid into you.

His pants and moans met each thrust perfectly. He hit your sweet spot with each move and you felt like you were in bliss. This was exactly what you had wanted for Josh this weekend, knowing how much he needed this.

Between touring, working on the new album, and simply having to deal with everyday life, he needed this escape from reality. You had planned this to be an amazing time for him and it was extremely difficult to get it just right.

It had to be inbetween legs of the tour, a time when no one would really be looking for him, and he would be able to enjoy a few days off. A few days in the middle of nowhere that had a beautiful scenic overlook where he could let his mind rest and reset. While fucking you of course.

He couldn’t keep his hands off of you the entire first day. As you cooked dinner for you two, Josh had bent you over the counter and fucked you like his life depended on it.

“So I told them that you can’t just take it because it has to be checked out by an employee and it turned into a whole thing,” as you were chewing, Josh watched you from across the table, a hint of a smile adorning his face as he listened to you.

Your cheeks burned and you set your glass of wine down on the table. “I’ve been talking a lot. I’m sorry,” his hand grabbed yours and shook his head and chuckled, taking another bite of his food. “Don’t apologize, mama. I’ve missed you. Life’s been-” he quickly shook his head like he was trying to clear thoughts away, “it’s just that this could not have come at a better time.”

His soft smile made your stomach flip, feeling silly at how nervous you felt when he looked at you like that. Like you were the reason he was happy and you were the reason he was smiling.

It was Josh.

The sun was hitting your eyes, casting a warm glow on your skin. You didn’t move for a second, letting yourself slowly wake up. Fingers raked down your side and a sleepy grin fell on your lips. The tips of his fingers met your hip, slowly parting your legs.

Your brows furrowed in confusion as to what he was doing, your voice croaked out to him, trying to place where he was. The bed was still warm from where he had just laid and where your hand ran across the empty spot of his bed.

“Butterball?” Hair tickled the inside of your thigh and a loud gasp expelled from your lungs, eyes bursting open as his mouth lapped at your bud. Your hands found home in his hair, nails scratching at his scalp. He was in no hurry this morning, taking his time with slow and meticulous licks.

Your finish washed over you like a warm embrace, your juices soaking his chin, but he cleaned you up as you came down from your high. He inched his way up your body and connected your lips with a warm laugh.

“Good morning, lovey,” you crooned at his words, letting him brush your lips together. You played with the tuft of hair at the nape of his neck, wrapping the curls around your fingers as he hovered above you.

“It is a good morning when I get woken up by you eating me out,” he chuckled, but you pushed him onto his back, crouching in between his legs. “Let me return the favor,” he wanted to watch as you swirl your tongue around his swollen head, letting the beads of precum fall on your taste buds, but his head fell back.

His hands guided your movements, having you accept him until he sat fully sheathed inside your mouth. The tip of his cock hit the back of your throat and you fought the urge to gag, flattening your tongue on the underside of his cock. The large vein throbbed as he moaned.

As you pulled back, you hollowed out your cheeks, letting your hands work the base of him. It wasn’t going to take much to have him finish. You knew that if you continued with what you were doing it would be fast.

You were right. He jerked in your mouth and ropes of his cum painted your throat. His incoherent praises turned into babbling moans as he released your hair from his grasp, catching his breath and letting his thoughts come back to him.

Neither of you realized how late you had slept in until you went to make breakfast, noticing it was actually lunch now. You lightly swayed to music and when you glanced at the deck, you saw Josh sitting out there.

His bare back had a tanned glow on it, hair an unruly mess, but his hands were fast at work with whatever artistic rendering he was working on. Your teeth sank into your lip, biting back a smile with how at peace he seemed. Like there wasn’t a care in the world that he needed to be plagued with at that moment.

You walked out to the deck, plate in hand with food, setting it down on the table next to him and turned to go back inside, but his arm caught your waist too fast. He pulled you onto his thigh and placed a chaste kiss on your cheek.

“Hi mama. Thank you for lunch. Stay out here with me for a bit, okay?” You nodded and remained out there with him for the entire afternoon. Talking about anything and everything, scribbling down writing ideas, while he drew and painted.

As the sun dipped into the horizon, casting the sky in breathtaking hues of purples, oranges, and pinks, Josh looked like a renaissance painting come to life. The golden glow that he sat in, the small gap in his teeth, the way his fingers lazily traced over the bare expanse of your thigh all had your stomach fluttering.

His eyes cast over the side of your face as your head tilted back in laughter at something he had said, still sitting firmly on his lap, but as your giggles subsided, his lips gingerly kissed across your collarbones.

Small pecks to your shoulder, down your arm, on each of your fingertips had your breath hitching in your throat. He slowly turned you in his lap to straddle him. His dick was hard, pressing into your folds as you brought your lips to his and let his tongue push past your own.

It wasn’t urgent and exigent. It was passionate and decorative. His hands splayed across your bare back, letting you move in tandem circles, his light thrusts meeting your moves. It was done in the open like the natural and magnificent thing Josh knew sex was. He was creating a sense of artistry with you and there was no one he would have rather been with in that moment than with you.

As he finished in you, it was like you two became one. Your breathes flowed from one to another. You melded together like one being. Your minds coexist as one. It was like there was no one else in the world but you two. It was art.

Not every meeting was like that. That symbolic and deep. There were times where it needed to be a release for one of you or for both.

In times like that, you both had an agreed upon safe word. You hadn’t had to use it yet and neither had Josh, but it was there just in case.

Your phone went off late, far later than normal, but you knew he and his brothers had been doing all night sessions at the studio just trying to get the album on a rolling pace.

Butterball-I’m on my way over. I’ll be there in ten minutes

By the time you had read the message, he was already at the door. Being preoccupied with laundry and stupid house chores that you did not want to be bothered with, Josh was a happy and welcome distraction.

It had been a particularly shitty week at work and your mind was a scattered mess. What you thought would be a release for you both, did not turn out that way.

When you opened the door for him, going to greet him with a kiss, he shut it down immediately, pushing you up against the wall.

“Not in the mood for that tonight. I want you to go to the room, get naked, and just lay there until I’m ready, okay?” You only nodded, knowing exactly where the night was heading and what he wanted.

As you laid there waiting for him, he entered the room, grabbing your ankle and pulling you towards the end of the bed. “I don’t want to hear you talk tonight, okay? All I’ve been dealing with is fucking noise and I’m done,” his pants came down, spitting on your core as he rubbed his head against you.

“I love that you are just my perfect cock slut, waiting for me whenever I need you,” his hand covered your mouth as you moaned, trying to bite back the sounds as he spoke over you.

As he was fucking into you, his hands trailed from your mouth down to your neck, only applying light pressure. The mixture of the degrading words coming from him that you normally did not mind, typically finding it a turn on, the force of his fucking, and the pressure of his hands had your mind spinning, all becoming too much too fast.

Tears streamed down your face and although you tried to tough it out, tonight you just couldn’t.

“Jo-Josh, tambourine, tambourine,” breath rushed back into your lungs as he removed his hands from you, pulling out and watching as you rolled over, grabbing the blanket as you went.

“Lovey, are you okay?” Your Josh was back in an instant, concern taking him over as he watched you try to catch your breath. You nodded, sitting up and avoiding eye contact. You felt horrible, guilt riddling you knowing that he needed this release tonight and that you couldn’t help.

“Can I touch you?” He held his hands out to you, slowly moving to cup your cheeks as you nodded. “Hey, look at me,” you moved your eyes to connect with his, seeing the worry dance in them.

“I’m sorry, Josh,” he pecked your lips and placed gentle kisses over every inch of your face. “Don’t apologize to me, lovey. I need to apologize to you. I was too rough, I’m sorry,” you offered a comforting smile, letting him wrap his arms around you, hugging you to him.

“How about you go take a bath, we order some food, lay down and watch a movie, yeah?” You nodded at his words, watching as his smile came across his face for the first time that night. Comfort.

You stood in the shower, Josh directly behind you, one hand around your neck, having you stand flush against him as his fingers lightly skirted across your wet skin. His lips hovered above, breath fanning on the droplets, almost mesmerized to be this close to you. In this context.

It sent a shiver of anticipation through you. Yearning for his touch, on edge as you waited for his next action.

When his phone’s ringtone shrieked into the bathroom, you jumped apart. It was like you two had been caught although that wasn't what happened. Not even close. His head poked out and saw his brother's name on the top of the screen and he sheepishly smiled at you.

“I was supposed to meet them at one,” you stepped towards him and nodded, running your hands through his wet locks. “I want that to be rule number three,” his lips brushed over yours, a huff of a laugh falling on them.

“What? To not miss lunch dates with my brothers?” You rolled your eyes, grabbing the removable showerhead and pointing it directly in his face, laughing as he tried to get away from the water pummeling him.

RULE NUMBER THREE: NO ONE CAN KNOW

Close calls happened few and far between, but when they did it always brought you back to the reality of the situation. Back to the brutal honesty of what you were really doing. And who you were doing it with.

Josh had you bent over a couch backstage at some show that you honestly couldn’t remember the location of if you tried. This backstage area was far smaller than what they were typically used to which also means that everyone was far closer than you were typically used to.

His hand was covering your mouth, fingers lightly hooked in your cheek, and his grunts were quieter. He wasn’t as talkative, simply not being able to because the chance of being heard outside the flimsy door that separated you from them would give way to any and all noise.

When the door handle jimmied, both of your eyes darted to it, motions stopping. “Josh?” He held up a finger to his mouth, motioning for you to remain silent. All while he picked his motions back up. Your eyes rolled as he slowly hit the spongy spot inside of you that only he knew how to find.

“Yeah, Sam?” His voice was as even as ever, not a hint to what was actually happening. He wanted to push the limits with you, hand snaking around your waist to make fast circles on your clit. You squeezed around him at the motion, having him falter momentarily. His head fell forward, eyes fluttering as you purposely did the motion again.

Two could play at this game.

“Why is your door locked?” You started moving against him, meeting his motions, ass bouncing against his pelvis with every thrust. “Because I need just a second-” his words faltered, a small moan coming from him as he tried to speak, clearing his throat, “a second to myself, Sam.”

The door handle shook again and Josh groaned at his brother's whiny tone coming through. “Well, open the door! I need to talk to you,” Josh picked his pace up, not wanting to let this end, but wanting to make it quick.

“Jesus Christ, Sam! I’ll be out in a minute!” Your laughter flew from your throat before you could catch it at the two of them bickering like they were. Your eyes went wide to match your lovers as the movement stopped at the door.

“Is someone in there with you?” You rapidly shook your head at him, telling him to say no as a shit eating grin plastered itself on his face. “Yeah, someone is in here with me.” Your mouth fell open into a wide "o" as your orgasm coursed through you, body going limp as his hand found home over your mouth again to stifle the noises.

Josh pulled out of you seconds later, painting your lower back and ass with his cum. He was jerking himself through his finish as his brother spoke again. You heard your name, but the ringing in your ears from finishing was still prevalent so you weren’t entirely sure what he was saying, but you knew Josh wasn’t going to let on to what happened.

You trusted him. You always did.

You pulled up to Jake and Jita’s housewarming party with Josh. They had just gotten an adorable place outside of Nashville together and were doing their first dinner party as one.

Josh had offered to pick you up and take you given you had no idea where the house was and when you had got sent the invite he was sitting right next to you on your couch, eating Indian takeout.

“It’ll just be easier. Less cars to park on their new street,” you only nodded, agreeing with him at the time, but the more you thought about it, the more it sent your mind racing. Of course you two had shown up at events together, but not since you had been sleeping with one another.

You didn’t have time to dwell on it because when you two arrived, after being a complete tease to Josh all afternoon at the store while you tried to pick out a gift for them, the party was already in full swing.

Teasing Josh had been your favorite pastime as of late and you had no plans on stopping at the house. Sure, it was going to be risky, but worth it in the end for the punishment. So worth it.

The flirty glances, brushing up against him as you leaned over to grab a drink, hand moving across his lap when you were sitting at the large dining table to pick up his dropped napkin. Each time you made the move, he would breathe heavily, nostrils would flare, he was a permanent shade of red.

Danny commented on his flush state tonight as he tried to eat, but was acting much quieter than was normal for him. “You feeling alright?” Josh’s head snapped towards him, forcing a smile as you leaned forward to overdramatically look over his features, resting a hand on his forehead.

“Yeah, you look a little flush, Josh.” Your hand lightly moved down his temple to his cheek, his eyes holding your gaze tightly. His voice dropped once he knew the attention had moved away from him, so low only you could hear.

“I want you out in the Jeep in five minutes,” he stood quickly from the table, grabbing his car key and making his way out the front door as everyone made their way to the living room and back patio after dinner had ended.

You clenched on nothing, hand resting on your chest to get your heart rate down. When four minutes had passed, you hastily made your way out to his Jeep and when you saw him sitting in the back, hand stroking himself, your mouth watered at the sight.

“C’mon, mama. Get in,” you followed his instructions and climbed in the backseat as he continued pleasuring himself. “You’ve been a fucking tease, you know that?” His head rested on the seats, eyes connecting with yours as his motions continued.

When you didn’t respond, his hand reached out and grabbed your own, placing it on his cock. “I asked you a question,” you stammered out a response as you tried to focus, only able to look at his achingly hard dick.

“I know and I’m so sorry,” his laugh was humorless as he slowly let you jerk him. “No you’re not. Don’t lie to me,” your lips darted out to moisten them, eyes snapping up to his as he moved your hand with his. “So, tonight, you’re going to watch me get off,” he removed your hand from him, picking up his pace again, “and you get nothing.”

The pout that formed on your face let on to your disappointment, not happy with the punishment he had chosen. Normally it ended up with you not being able to walk, not being left horny and begging.

His free hand came up to your face and cupped your cheek before lightly tapping it. “Don’t pout at me. I made up my mind.” There was nothing you could do except sit back and watch as he quickly approached his end.

When he did finish, a long moan fell from him, head falling back, adam's apple bobbing as he tried to catch his breath as he released into his hand. “Joshy,” you murmured, inching closer to get your lips on his.

“What mama?” He let you kiss him, but shook his head as you tried to push your tongue in his mouth. “Don’t try to sweeten your way with me,” his smile took over his face as he laughed, dimples showed.

“Guys! What’re you doing? Come on, it’s dessert time!” You jumped as you heard Danny’s voice shout from the front porch. “We’ll be right in!” You yelled back, erupting in a fit of giggles as he went back inside.

His fingers pinched your chin, pulling you to him once more. “Be good for the rest of the night and I might change my mind.”

You laid on the couch, feet resting on Josh’s lap as he handed you the bowl of grapes. The two of you had spent the entire last day tangled with one another, but now as you sat watching tv together, it was like it had always been.

His hands drummed on your calf to an imaginary beat, but stopped when he got his attention fixed on you. “So are we going to do this?” You paused the show and shrugged, almost afraid to look in his direction, knowing he was trying to get you to look at him.

“I don’t see why not,” he took a grape from your hand and gave you an overly animated smile as he popped it into his mouth.

“Just don’t fall in love with me, mama.”

RULE NUMBER FOUR: NO FALLING IN LOVE

He was fucked. He knew he was fucked when he woke up in the cabin, an hour before you as the sun had just started to peek in through the open window and curtains.

You were both still entirely nude, savoring the time you two would have with each other. He wasn't sure how much he was going to be able to get in while you two were here, but he would be damned if he didn't try his hardest.

Your bare back was cast in a warm morning glow, rising and falling easily as your head lay on his chest. His fingers played with your hair, enamored as he watched your eyelids lightly flutter. He wondered what you dreamed about. If he was in them because lately he noticed that all of his had you streaming into them.

When he watched you move around the kitchen and make you two dinners, he thought about you doing that every weekend for the two of you. He would take weekdays of course, knowing how tired you were after work.

When he heard your laughter fill the space around him, he knew he would do anything he could for the rest of his life if it meant being able to hear that sound every single day.

When he felt your soft skin tremble and shake under his fingers because of the pleasure he was giving you, it was like you had scorched yourself into his memory because he would never forget how you felt.

When he tasted your release mixed with his own, creating a perfect combination of you two in the most intimate way there could possibly be, he would travel the world on his hands and knees to get the craving of you satisfied.

When he smelt the sweet vanilla and coffee notes of your perfume as you waltzed by him, shooting instant serotonin into his mind, some form of aromatherapy that made him feel at complete peace because it meant you were near.

It all combined to create one formation of a soul that he knew was meant to be pure and astonishing to captivate all those that came into contact with you. To touch others with a form of love that inspired them and jolted them with energy in a way only you could.

He had fallen in love with you.

Josh had been gone for weeks. You ached for him and missed him. Sure, the sex, too, but just for the presence of your best friend again. You longed for him.

You had plans to see him tomorrow, go out to lunch and spend the day with one another like old times. You had been giddy about it for over a week, but as you went to lay down for the night, a small knock sounded at your door.

His head was downcast, showing the crown of his head and when you opened it for him and he stepped in, a shaky and forced smile appeared. He didn’t hesitate to grab you, crushing you to him, and breathing in and out shallowly.

“Butterball?” You walked backwards with him, noticing he hadn’t moved, but you closed the door and stood there, waiting for him to. Your hands inched up to his scalp, raking your fingers across it, slowly swaying as you did.

After a few moments, you pulled back, but his hands tightened. “Hey, I’m not going anywhere, okay? Let’s go lay down,” your thumbs brushed under his eyes, noticing the deep bags there. He nodded and let you lace your fingers with his, gently tugging him towards the bedroom.

As you laid down, his head found home on your chest, listening to your steady heartbeat underneath his ear. “Missed you,” was all he whispered, but you felt your shirt growing wet and felt the tremor of his shoulders as he cried.

“Joshy? What’s going on babe?” You felt his head raise, eyes locking with yours as more tears brimmed in them. “I’m just so tired, lovey. Just wanna sleep,” you nodded, giving a smile and pushing his head back to where it was before.

“Anything you want, butterball,” you heard his soft chuckle through the tears, sniffling, but his breathing evened out seconds after.

Guilt racked your body. You knew this was what he wanted and loved, but seeing the toll it took on him it was hard. The mental exhaustion, the general fatigue, the impact it had on him was too much for him to handle at times. It was rare that it happened, but it did.

But he turned to you for comfort. That he knew he could turn to you when he needed you. He knew you could offer him a sense of home.

It’s what you did for people you love. It’s what you would do ten times over for him because you did. You loved him.

Those were the rules you two swore by to make this work. And you had fucked up the biggest and most important one of all.

“Hey, can I talk to you for a second?” You put your robe on as Josh redressed, needing to get back to the studio for the rest of the night. His smile grew as he slipped his shoe on and nodded his head.

“Okay, so I have a date on Friday.” His back was facing you, but you could see him stop all of his movements. “What?” He hadn’t turned to face you, but you wanted to see his reaction.

In all honesty, you didn’t want to go on this date. It was with some guy your friend worked with and you were thinking of canceling. Depending on how Josh reacted of course.

“Yeah, I’m not sure how I feel about it. Not sure if I’m interested,” you were trying to play it as nonchalantly as possible, playing with the tie of your robe. “You should go,” he cut you off and you froze.

He stood and walked out of the room without another word, leaving you standing rooted to your spot.

You didn’t hear from him for two weeks after that. You didn’t go on that stupid date. You never wanted to. You wanted Josh to tell you not to go. To confirm that what you had been feeling had been mutual. It answered it in a different way. A way you dreaded.

You missed your best friend. Which is why turning your relationship with him into a best friends with benefits situation was the stupidest thing you could have ever done.

Butterball- Come over in ten?

It was like a slap across the face. It was the agreement, not to make this into something more. It had worked for years, but it wasn’t working for you anymore.

When he appeared at your door an hour later, he was pissed. You opened it for him, realizing it was the middle of a Saturday afternoon when he had sent you that message. The first one you had ignored.

“So, what, we’re done? The arrangements over?” You laughed, arms crossing over your chest at how brazen he was. “I haven’t seen or heard from you in two weeks and that’s what you’re concerned with. If the sex is over,” it came out quiet, like you were in disbelief because you were.

“You’re the one who didn’t call me after that fucking date!” You rolled your eyes as he raised his voice. “I didn’t go on that fucking date, Josh! I never wanted to go!” You fell silent as his eyes watched you, the hardness diminishing as quickly as it had come.

“You didn’t go?” You shook your head, anger piercing you. “No, Josh. I didn’t fucking go. I didn’t want to go,” he rubbed his face and calmed his breathing down.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry, lovey. I didn’t want you to go on that date. I thought-” he shrugged, trying to place his thoughts in order, “I thought you and I were more.”

You didn’t respond, a memory jumping into your mind that had a chuckle leaving you. “Do you know why I call you butterball?” When you made eye contact, he shook his head, lip tilting into a smile.

“When I spent that Thanksgiving with your family the year after we met, every single time I asked you to get me a piece of turkey, you would give me ham and you would place turkey on your plate,” your laughter started to shake your body as you spoke. “I don’t know if you just weren’t comprehending what I was saying or if you knew that you were giving me ham, but you ate like three pounds of turkey.”

You were wiping tears away from your eyes, but caught your breath. “Josh, I fucked up. I broke rule number four, but I don’t care. I love you, I do, but if you don’t feel the same I don’t know how I’ll handle that.” You shook your head, trying to get the thoughts of rejection out of your mind.

He walked towards you, hands cradling your jaw as he connected your lips. “I’ve been in love with you for over a year, mama. I was willing to take any part of you that you would give me and if that meant being in your life to simply have sex then I was willing to do that.”

It was Josh.

“Okay, so how do we do this?” You wiped your clammy hand on your pants, spotting your group sitting at a table in a restaurant you all loved to frequent. His arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you into his side. “We’re just going to walk in together, no need for a big announcement.” You nodded, letting him place a gentle kiss on you full of reassurance and strength and love.

Exhaling a shaky breath, you entered as one, Josh clinging to you like you were going to float away from him. When Jake and Sam’s eyes fell on you both, Jake flew back in his chair, anger taking over his face as Sam exploded from his.

“I fucking told you they were together! I fucking told you! $1000 right here right now, baby!” Sam came over to you both, slinging his arm around your shoulders.

“So, how long you two been bumpin’ uglies?”

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basketofkithes · 3 years ago

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Request here!

Hi, I’m T. I wanted to start writing fanfiction for people so here I am! I know what its like to request something and it takes forever to someone to actually write it so I’ll try my best to do every single one I get! Please dont plagiarize, critique or translate my work. There is a sample of my writing below inspired by this photo of Timothee Chalamet.

I’ll write for the characters of his I’m familar with including: Elio perlman, Billy mitman, Kyle Schleible, Daniel Middleton, Zeffirelli, Gatsby, Prince Hal and Paul Atreides. Timothee Chalamet x Female Reader

Salty Kisses

Summary: The two of you are at the beach and competitively have a water gun fight with a group of strangers on opposing sides. Though you eventually end up getting distracted by eachother. Warnings: None

Squawking seagulls would flock over your group frequently, their elongated shadows casting across the golden sand. They were almost like vultures waiting to snatch up some 5-year old's ice cream and then fly away before the poor kid even acknowledged it was gone. Though if the seagull hadn't got to it surely the beaming sun would have.

The sun was something you were grateful for, not only because you needed it to live but also because it seemed to enhance the beauty of the things around you. It’d make bland sand turn into golden particles that’d grant you flight and a simple fruit juice look like it carried the universe within its seemingly insignificant plastic encasement. This made you wonder what you’d look like in such light.

“You're not even gonna spare me because I’m your girlfriend?!” You sputtered, tasting nothing but salt. The two of you had been invited to a water gun fight because there was a shortage of players. The couple who approached you said the two of you seemed like “great company”, this puzzled you because the two of you were just intensely debating on whether or not there were more doors or wheels in the world. Nevertheless, you two were not going to say no to fun.

“In war such labels are irrelevant! Surrender or further be drenched!” He spat the words with artificial aggression, the long vein in his neck protruding outwards. His tough expression was repetitively broken by even the smallest of smiles.

“Never!” As soon as the word left your mouth he was on your trail once again, you scrambled in the opposite direction towards the water. The small waves slapped at the skin on your thighs fiercely as you awaited your opponent's arrival. He stood at the shore what would be menacingly if it wasn't for the goofy grin on his face.“You're really gonna make me get my shorts wet?!” His curls squandered beautifully in the summer breeze. He squinted when the sunlight directly hit his face, giving it a celestial glow.

“Is that really the reason you're not coming in? Or are you just scared?!”

“Is that a challenge?!”

“Maybe.” You shrugged, watching him contemplate between the two choices. He ultimately chose to enter the water, wading through it hastily. The two of you stood directly in front of each other, fingers resting on the triggers of your water guns. Though they were there, it didn't seem either of you had the intention of pushing it. He stepped closer, smiling down at you. Water droplets fell from his tresses, trailing down his face and dripping off his chin. Often they’d fall to wet your cheeks. You turned your head to look at the burning horizon of titian. There was that sun doing its work.

His hand came to rest under your chin, turning your head back to him. You noticed his gaze linger where yours had just been. “Isn't it beautiful?” His eyes flicked back to you, he nodded and leaned in. Your lips grazed one another's, you rested your hands on his clammy chest and he shut his eyes, smiling into the kiss. Your lips pulled him in. His grasp had slipped on his gun, leading to it splashing in the water below you. Droplets of saltwater slid down your legs.

You parted. “Mon amour…” He muttered, when he leaned in for another you pushed him back. “Wha..what’re you teasing me for?” He huffed, following your gaze back to the shoreline. There idly stood one of your teammates. “It's getting dark so we’re heading to a party, it's just off a little to the side of the beach! You guys could come too if you want.`` They shrugged. “Yeah, we’re coming!” You turned away from Timothee, giving your teammate a nod. “We are?” He raised his eyebrows and peeked over your shoulder to observe your expression. “We are! I know you can dance, I’ve seen you, Timmy.” You rolled your hips and jutted your shoulders, imitating his moves.

He laughed and slung an arm over your shoulders, you did the same. “I dont dance like that Y/N.”

“You do too!”

“No, I dontttt…” You retrieved his water gun from the water and he pressed his face into your wet hair. “Whatever, come on, we might miss the alcoholic drinks!” You took a step forward and he lazily did the same. The two of you continued to stagger and stumble to shore, almost falling numerous times.

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baepsaesbae · 4 years ago

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Spring Will Come Again

Pairing— Jeon Jungkook x reader

Genre— Photographer!Jungkook x Baker!reader, SMUT +18, fluff, angst, Virgin!Jungkook, Sub!Jungkook, Switch!Jungkook

Warnings— Finger sucking, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, squirting (?), slight choking, there are a lot of emotions, Jungkook is literally so sweet gosh I just wanna hold him tight, this fic is kind of a rollercoaster of emotions bc I myself do b going thru it

Word Count— ~10.9k

Summary— Springtime generally brings new beginnings, but being stuck in a small town all your life means nothing ever changes. Finally, something, or rather, someone, stumbles into your life. Can this shy boy manage to change your life forever?

A/N— This beautiful banner was made by @dee-ehn! Please let me know what you think of this fic! Hope you guys enjoy~

It all started on a beautiful spring day. Something had convinced you to go on an unprecedented early morning walk for some reason.

The morning air was cold but crisp. You were bundled up in your favorite sweater, and the scarf that your grandmother knitted for you was wrapped snugly around your neck. Normally you would be immersed in your headphones, but since today was already unusual you decided to forgo the music.

You walked along the banks of the stream that flowed next to your neighborhood. This particular stream held nothing but fond memories. You grew up here with all the other kids. During the summer breaks, you’d play out here from morning to nightfall. This was the place where you saw your first fireflies, and where you won your first fist fight.

You stopped to sit on the grassy hill that ran alongside the banks, relishing in nostalgia as you took in a breath of fresh air. Everything is so different now. Everyone moved away to pursue their careers or to go to a big university. You were the only one left. Your parents urged you to go to college, but you refused. Who else would help run the bakery?

As much as you hated to see it, your parents were growing old. Managing the family bakery was getting harder on them. You were such a huge help to them since you basically managed all of the front-of-house work. They worked diligently in the kitchen every day to create the best baked goods in town.

You had always dreamt of leaving this small town. You’ve fantasized about attending a big university in the middle of a bustling city since you were a little kid. Unfortunately, that can’t happen now. You can’t leave your parents or the bakery behind. You held no resentment though, you loved it. Being an only child was a bit lonely at times, but your parents made you feel loved no matter what.

You laid on the grassy hill, watching the clouds roll by. Maybe life was better this way. It was simple, and you always knew what to expect. Day in and day out, the routine was always the same.

Everything changed on that day. That was the fateful day that you ran into him. Or rather, he ran into you.

“Good morning, ____! Where were you this morning? Why weren’t you answering your phone?” your concerned mother asked when you returned home.

“Morning mom. I went on a walk and forgot my phone I guess. Sorry about that. I ended up laying on the hill by the stream,” you replied as you sat at the breakfast table.

Living with bakers was probably one of the biggest blessings in your life. Every meal smelled delectable and you had access to all the fresh goodies you could desire.

“Wow, you were awake before we were? What a surprise. Here, tell me what you think of this loaf,” your dad set it in front of you.

You tossed a piece of bread into your mouth. The taste was savory to say the least. It was your father’s signature banana bread loaf, only this time with a small twist.

“Why’d you take out the walnuts? It’s still delicious though,” you said, devouring another piece.

“Well so many customers complain about having nut allergies now. I thought we could sell more if we take them out! You think we can sell this?” he asked eagerly.

“I think this will be our newest best seller!” you happily replied, “I’m gonna go open up the shop. See you guys soon,” you kissed them each on the cheek before taking your leave.

The bakery was down the street from your house, so the commute was only about 5 minutes even if you walked slowly. You brought your phone with you this time, so you were jamming out to your music, oblivious to the outside world. You were so out of it, that you didn’t have time to react to the person quickly rounding the corner.

One moment you were walking to work, the next you were knocked onto the cold hard ground. Your assailant fell on top of you, and you soon locked eyes with him. It was as if time stood still for a moment. He was the most beautiful boy you’ve ever seen. His eyes were wide with concern, and for a moment, you swore you saw stars twinkling within them.

It took a second to register that this stranger was on top of you, in a compromising position no less. You’ve never been this close to a boy since...well it has been a while. Your legs were intertwined and his nose was only inches from yours.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry! I didn’t see you until the last second,” the boy apologized as he scrambled to get off of you.

As he helped you up, you reassured him that you were fine. You laughed off the incident and took the boy by surprise. You had the most angelic laugh he’d ever heard. He stood awkwardly gazing at you, before you asked him if he was okay.

“I-I’m fine! I’m glad you’re okay. I apologize again for being so careless,” he bowed.

“I’m also at fault! I wasn’t paying attention either. So shame on both of us,” you smiled to show him you were joking, “Enjoy the rest of your day, don’t run into anyone else!”

And with that, you parted ways. You forgot about the stranger as the morning rush piled into the bakery.

Despite being located in a small town, your parent’s were nationally renowned bakers. The bakery was always busy. That was part of why you loved it so much, you were never bored. The regular customers were your favorite. Most of the townsfolk had been coming to the bakery since you were little.

“Is this banana bread new?” Mrs. Park, the local florist, asked.

“Technically, yes. It’s the exact same recipe but without the walnuts,” you replied.

“Perfect! I’m not too fond of walnuts but I adore your parents’ banana bread,” Mrs. Park beamed, handing you a loaf along with other goods she picked up.

“How’s Jimin?” you asked as you rang her up.

“Oh he’s doing well! He loves it out there in the big city. At first, I was terrified of letting him go. He’s just always been so passionate about dancing, I finally had to cave in. He recently auditioned to be part of some fancy dance crew, and he got in! Can you believe it?” Mrs. Park began to dote on her son.

“That’s amazing! I’m happy for him,” you smiled.

“You know, ____, Jimin is still single. You two would be perfect together--”

“Long distance relationships are hard, Mrs. Park,” your mother interrupted her, swooping in to save the day. Thank god. You wouldn’t have known how to react.

“She could always move out to the city to be with him!” Mrs. Park retorted, not picking up on the awkward situation she created.

“I could never leave the bakery,” you responded quickly.

“Ah, yes that’s right. You have such a good daughter, Mrs. _____. Jimin never took any interest in taking over the family business. I’m jealous of you!” Mrs. Park said to your mom.

After what seemed like an eternity, Mrs. Park finally left. You were fond of her, but she never knew when to stop talking. Jimin was a good friend of yours growing up. You never wanted to admit that you had a huge crush on him. You figured it wouldn’t have mattered anyway, since he was so fixated on moving out.

The morning rush had died down. You took this opportunity to restock and tidy things up before the afternoon rush. The store bell rang, indicating the arrival of another customer.

“Welcome in! I’ll be with you shortly,” you called out from behind the counter.

“No worries, thanks!” the customer yelled back.

Once finished, you popped up with a bright smile on your face. Your parents taught you to always greet the customers with a smile as soon as they walk in.

However, the customer wasn’t facing your direction. He was looking at the baked goods that aligned the opposite wall. You patiently waited for him to make his selection. He kept walking back and forth, eyeing all of the baked items. You left your station behind the counter and approached him.

“Can I help you with anything, sir?” you piped up behind him.

The man jumped back, startled.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you,” you apologized.

“It’s okay! I didn’t hear you at all. You must be some sort of ninja-- Oh it’s you!” the boy turned around to face you.

It was the gorgeous boy who ran into you earlier.

“Hello again! I guess it was my turn to frighten you,” you joked.

“That’s fair,” he nodded, “What’s the best thing here?”

“Mmm that’s hard for me to say, considering that I love them all. What kind of tastes and textures do you like?” your customer service persona kicked in.

“I like sweet things I guess? I like bananas too…” he trailed off.

“We don’t have any bananas in fruit form, but we do have killer banana bread,” you beamed.

“That sounds good, but I don’t really like nuts so--”

“There are no nuts in our new recipe! You must be lucky, this is the first day that we’ve started selling them. Want me to ring you up a loaf?” you interrupted him.

“Oh no nuts? Okay, I’ll try it,” he agreed quietly.

“Would you still like to get something sweet as well?”

“Yeah, if that’s okay,” he nodded timidly.

“Of course it’s okay! My personal favorite is our milk pudding bun. The pudding in the middle is pretty creamy plus the bread is unbelievably soft! If that’s not for you, then we have a classic chocolate bun filled with, surprise surprise, chocolate. We also have…” you led the boy around the entire bakery.

You were too focused on recommending various breads to notice him stealing glances at you that lingered longer than normal. He patiently let you talk his ear off about the goodies.

“I’ll go with the milk pudding bun,” he smiled shyly.

“That was the first one! You should’ve stopped me from rambling,” you huffed.

“I wanted to know my options. Plus you seemed pretty happy,” he added softly.

“Alright, let’s go check you out then,” you headed to the counter, “I haven’t seen you before. What brings you to our little town?” you attempted to make conversation.

“Mmm, to get away, I guess,” the boy said after a pause.

“Are you in some sort of trouble?” you leaned over the counter to whisper.

“Kind of,” he whispered back.

“Stay right here, I can call the police,” you frantically murmured as you whipped out your phone.

“No no! Not like that,” he couldn’t contain his laughter, “I’m a fine arts student. My main focus is photography, but lately I haven’t been able to capture anything worth printing,” he explained.

“Ohhh,” you said, feeling dumb, “Then why come to a town in the middle of nowhere? You won’t find much here.”

“To an untrained eye, maybe so. But to a professional, beauty can be found anywhere,” he said proudly.

“Then why can’t you find anything back home? And aren’t you still a student?” you questioned.

“You know, I was really hoping that you’d let me have that,” the boy deflated.

“Aw, I’m sorry! If you ever want to take photos of the beauty that is bread, you’re always welcome here,” you smiled.

“I might take you up on that offer,” he said as he grabbed the purchased goods, “What’s your name by the way?”

“____. Yours?”

“Jeon Jungkook.”

“I’ll see you around, Mr. Jeon Jungkook. Oh! And if you’d like a tour of the town, I’d be more than happy to show you around,” you suggested.

“That would be nice,” Jungkook pondered, “Where can I find you?”

“I’m here every day. I get off at 3pm,” you answered.

“Cool. I’ll drop by tomorrow, if that’s okay?”

“Sure! See you then!” you waved goodbye.

“Who was that?” your mother asked when the boy left.

“Some photography student that said he wanted to get away for some inspiration. I offered to give him a tour tomorrow after work,” you explained.

“Do you want me to come with you?” your dad offered.

“I’ll be fine on my own, thanks,” you quickly turned him down.

You spent the next morning frantically flip flopping between outfits. Should you go with a pretty top paired with a skirt? Or perhaps keep it casual with a t-shirt and jeans? Or should you go with a simple dress? You know you’re supposed to be a tour guide, but you still wanted to look somewhat presentable. You settled for the dress. It gave off a “cute but not trying too hard” type of vibe.

Time seemed to slowly drag on as you waited for Jungkook to return. You had already mapped out your route, making sure it was efficient (not like there’s much to see anyway). You wanted to surprise him with a picnic at the end of the tour. Hopefully it could help show off the natural beauty of the forests and meadows that surrounded the town. As the clock approached 3pm, you began to wonder if springing a surprise picnic on a stranger was odd. Oh god, what if it was? You hadn’t had much interaction with people your age once all your friends went off to live their own lives. Panic was starting to set in when the front bell chimed.

“Hey! I’m a little early, but I can wait around until you’re finished,” Jungkook greeted you. You noticed a fancy looking camera dangling around his chest.

“It’s all good! Business has been slow today, I’ve been bored,” you admitted.

“Oh I see--” Jungkook was cut off.

“Hi! I’m ____’s mom. Did you like the bread you bought yesterday?” your mom materialized out of nowhere with a pan of fresh bread in her hands.

“It was delicious! Better than anything I could get in the city,” Jungkook complimented.

“Why did you batch a new batch? No one has come in after 1pm,” you aggressively whispered to your mom.

“I got bored,” she pouted, “Here, have one! On the house, think of it as a welcoming present to our town,” she motioned for Jungkook to take a fresh loaf off the tray.

Jungkook’s face lit up at the offer as he thanked her for the snack. His smile lingered as he took a bite, savoring the taste.

“You must have some sort of good luck charm; you’re getting even more free food later,” you chuckled as you plopped a wicker basket onto the checkout counter.

“Sweet,” he beamed.

You let out a small sigh of relief. It didn’t seem like Jungkook was creeped out by the thought of eating with a stranger. With the basket in hand, you led Jungkook across the town. There truly wasn’t much to see. Your family’s bakery was in line with the rest of the town’s shops. You passed by the florist, the cafe, the grocery store, and the post office within the first 3 minutes just by walking down the street. You added in little personal stories with each business that you pointed out.

Jungkook paused by the flower shop, in awe of all the beautiful arrangements. His eyes scanned the outside displays, as if he was looking for something.

“Need something specific, dear?” Mrs. Park asked her potential customer.

“Do you have Tiger flowers?” he inquired.

“Tiger… No, but I can probably order some for you,” she offered.

“Ah, that’s alright. I’m sorry to bother you,” Jungkook apologized before rejoining you.

“Did you wanna take a picture of that specific flower?” you asked him as you strolled along the sidewalk.

“Yeah, it’s my birth flower,” he shyly nodded.

“Oh nice! I don’t know what my birth flower is, but yours sounds pretty. Ah, here is the town square. Over there is the courthouse/government building/boring stuff happens in there probably,” you said as you pointed out the building.

“This is cool,” Jungkook examined a decrepit well that stood in front of the courthouse.

“I guess. I always thought it would be better if they replaced it with a big pretty fountain or something,” you mentioned as you looked down into the dark abyss of the well.

Jungkook said nothing as he began taking pictures of the well from various angles. You watched him frown at each picture he took before he tried to take another.

“Maybe you could take a picture looking into the well? I mean, you’d probably have to stand on it to get a full shot and your feet will be in it but…” you suggested before realizing that you knew nothing about photography.

Jungkook immediately hopped onto the well, disregarding the loose pebbles that crumbled away under his weight. Pointing the camera directly down into the well, he snapped a couple of pictures. He didn’t bother hopping off of the well before scrolling through the pictures he just took. You caught yourself staring at him, admiring his features. His eyebrows were furrowed in concentration, his lips were pursed, and the wind was blowing his bangs over his forehead ever so slightly. He really was a handsome boy, though he seemed to be completely unaware of it.

“How’d it turn out?” you asked as he climbed down.

“Not bad actually. Better than the angles I took at first,” Jungkook smiled with approval, “I’ll show you after I touch them up.”

“I’m excited to see! Also, this basically concludes the tour because everything else is residential stuff. Unless you wanna take pictures of random people’s homes,” you joked.

“I’m good. Is this where we’re eating? I kinda skipped lunch,” Jungkook looked at the wicker basket in your hand.

“Nope! I’m gonna take you somewhere special. Are you okay with a bit of light hiking?”

“Sounds fun,” Jungkook grinned.

“Perfect! Now it’s your turn to lug this thing around,” you said as you handed him the deceptively heavy basket.

You took him to the outskirts of town, where nature was left untouched.

“Is this where all the cool kids have their picnics?” Jungkook asked as you led him down an old trail.

“All the cool kids left this town a while ago, so I can’t speak on their behalf. However, this is where I like to have my picnics so take that in whatever way you please,” you responded.

It was a sunny day on the verge of being too hot, but the densely wooded forest provided enough shade to make it comfortable. Your parents used to take you on walks in these woods when you (and they) were younger. Of course, now the hilly paths and loose soil would only wreak havoc on your parents’ old knees. You’ve grown accustomed to exploring on your own. Bringing Jungkook along was a pleasant change.

“You okay with eating here?” you suddenly stopped, pointing over to a field just off the trail.

“I’ll eat anywhere, I’m starving,” Jungkook quickly nodded.

“I’m fully aware of that; I could barely hear the birds chirping over the sounds of your stomach growling,” you teased.

An old tree that was large enough to cover up the entire picnic blanket with shade proved to be the ideal spot. Jungkook set down the wicker basket that you assigned to him earlier, eagerly waiting for you to finally open it.

“On the menu today we have fruits as an appetizer, ham and cheese sandwiches in homemade croissants as the main course, and last but not least, chocolate buns for dessert,” you proudly showcased each item.

“I never knew bread could taste so heavenly until I went to your bakery. I’m happy I walked in,” Jungkook praised as he wolfed down his sandwich.

“It’s not my bakery, it’s my parents’ bakery,” you corrected him as you ate the fruit.

“Don’t you work in it nearly every day? I don’t see how it’s not your bakery too,” Jungkook insisted.

“I’m not the one running the business,” you argued.

“You seem to put in the same amount as work as them. Instead of baking, you’re handling all of the customers. That’s gotta count for something, right?” Jungkook persisted.

“Fine, I guess you could say it’s a family bakery. Happy?” you huffed, clearly annoyed.

“Hey, I wasn’t trying to make you angry. I’m sorry if I overstepped,” Jungkook apologized, putting his sandwich down, “I wanted to let you know how much I love your family’s bread, that’s all.”

“No, it’s fine. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have snapped at you. It’s just…” your trailed off as you gazed at the blue sky.

“I don’t want to pry, but I’m happy to sit here and listen,” Jungkook offered.

“I don’t want to scare you away by dumping my personal issues on you,” you tried to lighten the mood.

“I don’t think you could do that, ____,” Jungkook assured you.

Your eyes widened ever so slightly since he caught you off guard with his sincerity, but soon you gave him a soft smile.

“Fine, since we’re just sitting here anyway,” you caved as you picked up your sandwich, “I wish I wasn’t here anymore. Don’t get me wrong, I love my parents and I love the bakery. I just wish I got to go to a big city somewhere and attend a real university. I don’t know what I’d study, I just know that I thought my life would be different by now,” you turn away from him to hide your watery eyes.

“It’s not all that great,” Jungkook responded after a short pause, “I came from a small town too. The only difference was that it was along a beach, not by a forest. Wait, the location doesn’t matter,” he quietly scolded himself, “What I’m trying to say is that I did get away from my hometown. I was so excited to finally be a city kid. I didn’t realize how overwhelming it would be. Now look at me. I’m a senior in college with no direction in life. That’s what I get for choosing a career with no job security,” he chuckled as he looked down at the camera around his neck.

“But are you doing what you love?” you quietly asked.

“I think so. Are you?” he asked back.

“I think so,” you sighed, finally turning to look at him.

“I could always take you back to the city with me,” Jungkook flashed you a big bunny smile.

“Don’t joke with me like that. I hate getting my hopes up,” you playfully punch him in the arm.

“I’m not joking!” he yelped in surprise.

The conversation turned into a more cheerful one. You both spoke about your dreams, both childhood and present day. It was fun talking with Jungkook as you both watched the clouds roll by without a care in the world.

“Maybe you could get some pretty shots of some wildlife while we’re out here,” you recommended when the conversation came to a pause.

“Do you want to model for me?” Jungkook asked.

“Huh?” his sudden proposal surprised you.

“It’s completely okay if you don’t want to! Actually, just forget I said anything,” Jungkook looked down at the camera in his hands in a futile attempt to hide his flushed cheeks.

“Just tell me how to pose,” you smiled, already getting up.

“Uh, just act natural,” he said awkwardly as you leaned against the thick tree trunk.

At first, you made some silly poses that made Jungkook laugh. To be honest, you only did that because you really didn’t know how to pose next to the tree while making it look natural. Forcing a smile, you attempted to lean on the tree like as if it were another person.

“You don’t have to fake a smile,” Jungkook called from behind the camera.

“I don’t know what to do!” you called back.

“Act natural!”

“How do I do that?”

“Naturally!”

His response rewarded him a sarcastic eye roll, followed by a burst of laughter. Jungkook furiously clicked his camera as you laughed even harder. He praised you for ‘being in your natural state’ as he took shots from ridiculous angles. He gave you a thumbs up after he was satisfied with the impromptu photoshoot.

“Is laughing until I can’t breathe just me being in my natural state?” you asked playfully as you sat back down on the picnic blanket.

“It was authentic, so I would say so. I wish I could capture sound too, your laugh is so cute,” Jungkook said nonchalantly as he scrolled through the photos.

His eyes widened as soon as he realized what he said. He opened his mouth to try and take it back, or at least cover it up. He looked over at you shyly, only to see that you were digging out dessert from the basket. He let out a sigh of relief. Thankfully, you didn’t hear him.

“How were the pictures?” you asked, scooting to sit beside him after handing him the dessert.

“See for yourself,” he proudly showed you.

You were amazed by his talent. Even without editing, the photos looked like they were ready to be submitted into a contest. Everything looked so perfect. Your smile was genuine, the lighting was optimal, and your hair looked surprisingly good. You applauded him for his talent, to which he bashfully denied by saying he was still such an amatuer. You both finally dug into the desserts.

“These chocolate buns were amazing,” Jungkook licked his lips after he finished it.

“They’re my personal favorite! They’re also the best things that I can make on my own,” you winked at him as you finished yours.

“You made these?” Jungkook’s doe eyes filled with awe.

“Yep! Don’t act so surprised,” you pouted.

“Sorry, it’s just that you told me your parents bake everything. These were really good! Probably the best things I’ve had since--oh wait. You have a little something,” Jungkook leaned forward to wipe the corner of your mouth with his thumb.

You both froze for a second, in shock of this intimate gesture. Jungkook’s mouth opened to apologize, but you stopped him before he had the chance. Without thinking about it, you put your mouth around his thumb. You sucked on it for a second before you snapped back to reality. You started apologizing profusely the instant his thumb left your mouth.

“It’s okay! I shouldn’t have touched you in the first place,” Jungkook shied away from you, refusing to look you in the eyes.

“I don’t know what came over me,” you apologized as you grabbed his hand.

Jungkook looked at you with an embarrassed expression the moment you held his hand in yours. At first you didn’t realize why he was so embarrassed, you were the one sucking his thumb. But then, you noticed Jungkook sheepishly resting his other hand in his lap.

“Jungkook,” you said sweetly.

“Yes?” he answered, his eyes averting yours once more.

“Do you want me to do it again?”

“Huh?” he looked back at you with disbelief.

You made a bold move as you moved to straddle his lap, each leg settling beside his waist. You brought his hand up to your mouth and batted your eyes innocently.

“Like this,” you say before licking his pointer finger.

Jungkook gulped while slowly nodding his head, giving you permission to continue. His eyes stayed glued on you as you wrapped your lips around his finger. You dragged your flattened out tongue from the base to the tip. You then reversed this motion, but instead only using the tip of your tongue. You began to work on his middle finger as well. It was hard to fit his long fingers in your mouth, but you’re no quitter. Your tongue weaved between his fingers, adequately coating them with your saliva.

Jungkook’s breaths quickened the longer you went on. You felt a bulge grow between your thighs as you straddled him. Perhaps wearing a dress was a great idea after all. Your hips began to move on their own as you slowly grinded on Jungkook.

“____…” Jungkook moaned quietly when you daringly took three fingers into your mouth.

Rubbing your clothed pussy against his hard crotch spurred you on even more. Drool was dribbling down Jungkook’s arm and your chin, but neither of you cared. It just made you look more erotic to him. His other hand was on your hip to help you maintain a rhythm. You opened your eyes to make contact with his as you suckled his fingers. That’s all it took to make him come undone.

He quickly pushed you off of him as he cried out. You were both too shocked to say anything for a few seconds. Jungkook seemed too embarrassed to look you in the eyes again, his cheeks bright red.

“Jungkook, I--” you started to apologize.

“You probably think I’m pretty lame huh? Cumming in my pants like some sort of middle schooler,” he looked down in defeat.

“What? No, of course not!” you disagreed.

“Don’t lie,” Jungkook refused to believe you.

“Jungkook, that was honestly the hottest thing I’ve ever done. What we just did was hotter than when I was actually having sex,” you tried to cheer him up.

“You’re not lying?” Jungkook finally looked up at you with sad puppy dog eyes.

“I swear I’m not. I could help you clean it up, if you’d like,” you offered.

“I think that would make me feel worse. Just hand me some napkins and I’ll go take care of it myself,” he declined.

You packed everything up while you waited for Jungkook to return. He discreetly threw away the ball of used napkins into the designated trash bag, praying to god that you weren’t looking.

The walk back was quiet and awkward. Neither of you knew what to say. You were horrified with how you acted; you’ve never been so bold before. Jungkook was ashamed of cumming before he had the chance to do anything to you. He felt so pathetic.

“I’m sorry for making you so uncomfortable, Jungkook,” you finally apologized.

“Are you kidding? You think I would cum that fast if I was uncomfortable?” Jungkook looked at you with incredulity, “I’m the one who should be sorry. I’m disgusting and came in my pants while you did all the hard work.”

“You’re not disgusting at all, Jungkook. I enjoyed it too. I can’t remember the last time I was that horny,” you laughed.

All the tension in the air had disappeared. Jungkook bounced back to being his cheery self. The conversation went back to normal as you brought him back to the bakery. You hugged him goodbye and were about to leave when he caught your hand.

“Thank you so much for the tour. I know we’ve only known each other for a day but... would you like to go on a date with me?” Jungkook asked with a hopeful look in his eyes.

“No,” you said firmly, watching his shoulders fall, “I’d love to go on a date with you,” you smirked.

“You jerk!” Jungkook gasped.

You couldn’t help it, he was too easy to tease. After working out the details, it was decided that he would come pick you up on Friday night.

Jungkook took you to basically the only restaurant in town (that wasn’t the cafe). It was a family run Italian eatery, and it took Jungkook by surprise.

“Is everyone in this place a master chef or something? This is delicious!” he praised as he ate his pasta.

“I guess it’s the authenticity of family recipes? You probably eat at more chain restaurants while you’re in the city,” you shrugged as you twirled noodles around your fork.

The date went on pleasantly. Jungkook wanted to know as much about you as you did him. The conversations you had were lively and fun; there was never a dull moment with him. Something about him just automatically clicked with you.

“What’s your favorite thing to photograph?” you asked.

“I like taking pictures of landscapes and buildings. That’s why I was super excited about going to a university in the city. It’s a lot easier than taking pictures of people! Unfortunately, that’s where the money is right now,” he explained.

“You don’t like taking pictures of people?”

“Not really, no,” he answered bluntly.

“Then why did you ask me to model for you?” you were genuinely curious.

Jungkook froze in his seat. He took a long sip of his drink before answering you.

“For practice, I suppose,” he said softly.

“I’m happy I was able to help then,” you smiled, thinking nothing of it.

Jungkook seemed grateful that you didn’t press for more details, and was soon coaxed out of his shy shell once the topic of anime came around. You were happy that he took you out on a proper date, you hadn’t been on one in so long.

He walked you back under the pale moonlight. You were admiring the twinkling stars when you realized that Jungkook hadn’t said anything in a while. His hand awkwardly brushed against yours when you first left the restaurant, but you didn’t think much of it. Jungkook seemed to be thinking hard about something as he walked alongside you. You were going to say something when the back of his hand brushed against yours again. He instantly pulled away and uttered a small “sorry”.

“What’s wrong, Jungkook?” you were worried now, you thought the date went well.

“Nothing…,” his voice trailed off as he looked away.

You interlocked his pinky with yours without a word. Jungkook looked over at you with surprise, but said nothing. He admonished himself for not committing to hold your hand, but he was happy with this too. In fact, he thought it was cuter than actual hand holding.

You arrived in front of your house. Bidding Jungkook goodnight, you went in for a hug. Jungkook also went in for a hug, but he leaned the same way you did. In a quick bumble, your lips grazed the corner of Jungkook’s, causing you to jump back. You stood in Jungkook’s arms, looking away in embarrassment. He brought up one of his hands to cup your cheek, forcing you to look back at him. His eyes sparkled under the moonlight as he gazed into yours.

Slowly, you found yourself leaning forward. Jungkook met you in the middle, his lips finding yours. It was a tender kiss, sweet and soft. You broke it off after a couple seconds to giggle, but Jungkook pulled you back into it. He kissed you gently, yet with so much passion. You reciprocated his affection as your fingers intertwined with his hair, deepening the kiss.

He finally pulled away, smiling back at you. To be honest, you wish it lasted longer. However, you knew you would have had a hard time controlling yourself if it did.

“Thank you for dinner,” you thanked him with a soft voice.

“Of course, thank you for accompanying me,” he bowed like a gentleman and kissed your hand. You couldn’t help but laugh at his gesture.

“Too much?” he tilted his head.

“Don’t change a thing,” you continued to laugh.

All sorts of thoughts about Jungkook swam in your mind as you fell asleep that night.

Jungkook soon began to hangout with you every day. When he wasn’t out trying to take pictures, he would be in the bakery keeping you company. Your parents teased him, saying that he better buy something or else they’d kick him out, but they never did. In fact, your mom would always sneak him some freshly baked goods.

After work, you and Jungkook would spend even more time together. It didn’t matter if you guys were exploring nature, cooling off in the stream, or just watching movies; you enjoyed it all. It was nice having someone to talk to for a change. Jungkook never asked to make plans with you, he just assumed you guys would hangout the next day when he said “see ya tomorrow!”

You knew you had a crush on Jungkook, but you didn’t know how he felt. Yes, he took you on a date. Yes, you’ve kissed. Yes, you made in cum in his pants (not necessarily in that order). You were waiting on him to ask you to be his girlfriend. You didn’t want to pressure him, especially when you knew that he’d be going back to school in the fall.

One day, much to your chagrin, Jungkook was helping you with inventory. You argued that he shouldn’t work since he wasn’t getting paid, but he smiled and replied that spending time with you was all the payment he needed. You were too flustered to argue after that.

“Great, everything has been accounted for! Can you help me put this box back up there?” you asked him, nodding your head at a particularly high shelf that was out of your reach. You grabbed a step stool for him to make it easier.

Jungkook lifted up the heavy box of supplies with ease, and placed it back on the shelf. He looked down at you and smiled.

“What?” you cocked your head.

He said nothing as he leaned down and kissed your forehead, “You just look cute from up here.”

You looked away as you blushed, not knowing what to say. Jungkook laughed as he got down from the step stool. He teased you about it for the rest of the day.

Days flew by as it was getting closer and closer to Jungkook’s departure. You let Jungkook decide on what to do during his last day there. He picked you up at the bakery after your shift. He wanted to take one last stroll with you around town before he had to leave. You were about to hug him goodbye when he invited you over, saying that he had a box of popcorn he needed help finishing.

After watching a couple movies, Jungkook had his arms around you as you rested your head on his shoulder. Cuddling had become a norm between you two. Jungkook suddenly nudged your side, causing you to shriek.

“Sorry, just making sure you were still awake,” he giggled.

“I was, but now I definitely am,” you said as you returned the favor and tickled his sides.

It soon became a war of tickling as laughter erupted from both of you. Jungkook was just as ticklish as you were, making it a deadly battle. Before you knew it, you were straddling Jungkook, gripping both of his wrists in your hands. You both stared at each other as the laughter subsided, now replaced with heavy breathing.

“You could easily knock me over, you know,” you said as you lowered your nose to his.

“What if I don’t want to?” he whispered back.

He moved his head upwards to kiss you, catching you by surprise. You kissed him back, pushing him back down. You lowered your hips to rest on his hardened crotch. You let go of his wrists to help him take off his shirt before removing your own.

Once your lips connected again, Jungkook’s hands moved freely over your body, gently caressing your breasts. He treated you so tenderly, it made you even hornier. Your hands reached down to unzip his pants.

“Is this okay?” you paused to ask.

“Only if you take off your pants too,” he answered with a smirk.

Soon enough you were both down to just your underwear. You palmed Jungkook’s erection, curious to see it. It already felt huge in comparison to your hands.

“I want to fuck you, _____,” Jungkook groaned as you kissed his neck.

“I’m glad we want the same thing. Where do you want me?” you cooed.

“Like this is fine,” he quickly answered.

He helped you take off his underwear, revealing his massive dick. Your pussy clenched at the sight of it. You wriggled out of your panties and positioned yourself on top of him.

“Ready?” you asked.

Jungkook just nodded, his eyes wide with anticipation. He gulped as he watched you slowly lower yourself onto him, taking in each inch slowly. You moaned as he went deeper and deeper in you. You hadn’t had sex in a long time (and admittedly it wasn’t very good). Now, you were sopping wet and Jungkook was filling you up perfectly. Once you reached the base of his dick, you took your time going back up.

From the look on Jungkook’s face, he was in pure bliss. You continued to tease him as you fucked him slowly. You transitioned from taking his entire length to just swiveling around his tip, making him moan from the overstimulation. Jungkook dug his nails into your lower back, begging you to take all of him in again.

You leaned back over and peppered kisses along his chest and up his neck. Jungkook whimpered at the sensation, his breathing grew uneven. You giggled at him as you suckled on his neck, leaving wet kisses in your wake. Once you had enough of teasing him, you slammed back down onto him, and both your moans filled the room. Your hips began to move faster as you bounced on top of him. Jungkook’s grip on you tightened.

“I--I’m gonna cum,” he panicked.

You immediately hopped off, hoping to edge him. He whimpered at the loss of your warm pussy, but your plan seemed to work. His eyes begged you to get back on top.

“Now it’s your turn to fuck me,” you demanded as you laid down on your back.

Jungkook complied and positioned himself between your legs. He bent over to kiss you while he pushed his cock back inside of you. He took his time at first, but then tried to pick up the pace. His movements were awkward and stiff, and his pelvis hit your hips in a way that you knew they were going to bruise later.

“Jungkook, just relax,” you commanded.

Jungkook steadied his breathing and took your advice. He was finally able to find a rhythm and stuck to it. Luckily, it was the perfect rhythm for you as he continuously grazed your g-spot. Jungkook moaned with every stroke as your warm insides squeezed around him. You wrapped your legs around him, bringing him even closer. You looked up at him to see that the usual sweet star filled doe eyes of his had switched to a version of pure ecstasy as he gazed down at you with blown out pupils. The change was a little jarring, but also incredibly sexy when you realized the potential duality Jungkook could have. You pulled him into a deep kiss, tongues exploring foreign regions as he pounded into you.

“I’m gonna--,” his breath hitched.

“Cum on me baby,” you panted as you furiously rubbed your clit, desperate to cum with him.

With perfect timing, Jungkook got to feel you cum around him for a few seconds before he had to pull out and finish all over your chest. He gave you a quick peck on the cheek before scurrying off to find something to clean you with.

He rested his head on your chest as you held him close. You were falling asleep when he said something.

“Sorry, what did you say?” you asked him since you barely heard him.

“I am, well I guess was, a virgin,” Jungkook admitted.

“Oh,” you tried to mask your surprise.

“I didn’t wanna say anything. I mean, how lame is it that I’m a college senior and have never gotten laid. You’re probably surprised huh? I’m not lying, I swear.”

“I am surprised, but only because you seem like ladies would be all over you. You’re so handsome, funny, charming--”

“Yes yes keep going,” Jungkook joked.

“--and a genuinely good guy. Plus I feel like being a photographer would help you meet a lot of pretty girls,” you reasoned.

“While all of that is true, the real reason is pretty embarrassing. I’m...I’ve always been kinda scared of girls,” Jungkook sighed as you tried to suppress your laughter, “I’m not kidding! I always get so nervous around girls, I could never actually talk to them.”

“So am I not a girl in your eyes?” you teased.

“You’re a woman,” he answered cockily.

“Shut up! I hope your first time was enjoyable. Thanks for entrusting me with your v card,” you laughed.

You both continued joking and laughing the night away until you fell asleep in each other’s arms. While that night was enjoyable, it made Jungkook’s absence hurt more.

Life had sunk back into the same mundane routines once Jungkook left. Of course, he still kept in touch. He would text and video call you as often as he could. He’d send you pictures of his newest shooting locations, and you’d always be the first person he’d show his finished products.

You loved witnessing Jungkook’s passion grow, he had a new spark in him that wasn’t there before. With your encouragement as an extra shove, he applied to his dream job. He explained to you that it was with an agency that would send him to a random country where he’d work with a participating magazine company. You secretly envied him for even having the possibility of exploring the world.

Days and weeks started to blend together. Your parents insisted on having you help out more in the kitchen, presumably to get your mind off of Jungkook.

It was a weird fling you had with him. However, it also didn’t seem like a fling. Most flings didn’t still keep in touch in a long distance “friendship”, or whatever it was you had. You were never officially dating, but it sure as hell felt that way. You cursed yourself for waiting for him to ask, you should’ve just done it yourself. Of course, part of you felt like you’d just hold him back if you guys actually ended up dating.

These thoughts constantly swarmed your mind. Ironically, the only time you weren’t thinking about your dilemma was when you were chatting with Jungkook. The end of the semester was quickly approaching, and you could tell that he was getting antsy. He hadn’t gotten offers from anywhere that he applied. You could do nothing but give him hope but assuring him that someone somewhere will hire him.

You watched snow fall outside when you got a call.

“I GOT IN!!!” Jungkook exclaimed.

“What?! Where?!” you jumped up in excitement.

“My top choice! The one where they send me to another country! Guess where I’m going,” he sing songed.

“Umm… Italy?”

“Close! I’m going to España,” he said with a spanish accent.

“That’s amazing, Jungkook. I’m so proud of you! I knew you could do it. When do you leave?” you asked.

“In a week. God, I’m so excited! Oh, my parents are calling. I’ll talk to you later?”

“Of course. Congrats again,” you cheered before he hung up.

Before you knew it, you were crying. You were honestly happy for Jungkook, but reality hit you. You were never going to be able to tell him that you loved him. You were never going to be with him, not while you’re stuck in this town. It sucked, but you had no choice but to accept that.

Two days had passed since that phone call. Jungkook was probably busy packing and working out minor details, so you stayed out of his way. You figured things would probably be like this from now on. Why would he bother talking to a small town girl while he’s out exploring the world?

You were restocking the milk puddings rolls when the front bell chimed.

“I’ll be with you in a second,” you called out.

“No worries, I’ll wait all day if I have to,” a familiar voice responded.

You dropped the rolls as you turned around with lightning fast speed. Jungkook stood at the doorway, beaming a big bunny smile at you. You ran to him, embracing him in a tight hug. He wrapped his arms around you and kissed your forehead.

“Surprise,” he smiled.

“What are you doing here?” you asked as you wiped tears from your eyes.

“I needed to see you. I was planning on coming back and surprising you even before I left. You didn’t think I’d leave without saying goodbye, did you?” he ruffled your hair, “Oh, and those tiger flowers are beautiful,” he nodded over to the flower bouquet on the checkout counter.

“I got them because they reminded me of you,” you blushed, your ears turning red.

“Did I hear Jungkook?” you mom poked her head out of the kitchen, “Oh my goodness! Honey look! Jungkook is back!” she called your dad.

Your parents came out to greet him. He explained everything to them, and they congratulated him.

“How long will you be here? Aren’t you leaving soon?” your dad inquired.

“I leave tomorrow night. I wish I could stay longer,” Jungkook answered solemnly.

“____ suddenly doesn’t have to work until after you’ve left,” your mom smiled fondly at you.

Your eyes lit up as you kissed your parents on the cheek to thank them. After grabbing your jacket, you took Jungkook’s hand and dragged him out. You both aimlessly walked around the town as you chatted. He went more in depth with the details of his job. He was most excited about capturing photos of the city. After looking up some pictures of the architecture, he immediately fell in love with Madrid.

Jungkook invited you over to watch some of the short films he worked on over the past semester. While they were just videos of his friends with no plot, you could feel their friendship seeping through the screen. The way Jungkook played with music and colors really enhanced the already well shot video. You felt at peace sitting beside Jungkook on his bed as he showed you all his past projects. Part of you wished that this moment would never end.

“You’ve made me a better person, you know,” Jungkook said out of nowhere, “I’m more talkative around my friends, and I’ve gotten more comfortable with being myself.”

“I didn’t do anything, that’s all you,” you smiled as you poked his chest.

“You definitely helped,” he ran his fingers through your hair, “I love you, ____.”

Your heart skipped a beat.

“I love you too. I thought I’d never get to say that,” you said with a sigh of relief.

He looked into your eyes before leaning forward slowly. You’ve been waiting for this moment for so long, you practically pounced on him. You kissed him passionately, as if to show him how much you missed him. Clothes were thrown in every direction leading to bare skin being exposed.

Jungkook’s soft hands roamed across your body as if he were trying to memorize your every curve. His touch was a bit rougher than the last time, his lips crashed against yours as he pinched your nipples. You couldn’t tell if it was desperation, carnal lust, or just a new side of Jungkook, but you didn’t mind in the slightest. His erection pressed against your thigh as your hands tangled themselves in his dark hair. You reached down to grab his cock, gripping from the base and slowly dragging your hand to the tip and then back down. He shuddered at the sensation, moaning into your mouth.

“Should I get on top?” you batted your eyes.

“Nope, I have a better idea,” Jungkook growled as he flipped you over onto your knees, “Can I fuck you like this?”

“Fuck me however you want,” you answered gleefully.

Jungkook rammed into you without hesitation. He firmly gripped your hips to keep you in place as he thrusted into you. His dick sent waves of ecstasy as he crashed into you. He surprised you when he reached his hand around you to play with your clit, causing you to squirm under him.

“Be a good girl and stay still,” he ordered.

His newfound dominance turned you on. He was no longer the baby boy that followed your every move, although you were sure that side of him was still there somewhere. You got lost in pleasure and didn’t realize how far gone you were till you felt liquid dripping down your inner thighs.

“You’re so fucking wet baby. All this for me?” Jungkook panted as he continued snapping his hips into you.

“Mhm, of course. Only for you,” you managed to moan out between thrusts.

“That’s my good girl. Get up,” he demanded as he hopped off the bed.

You obeyed, curious as to what he was going to do. As soon as you got off the bed, he spun you around and pushed your chest back over the covers. He slipped back into you with ease, groaning as your slick juices coated his cock. This new position enabled Jungkook to directly hit your g-spot with each thrust. Again, his hand wrapped around your waist to find your clit. His other hand found purchase on your neck, slightly choking you. The overstimulation had you crying out in bliss that you had never experienced before.

You were practically gushing now as your wetness ran down your legs and sprayed onto Jungkook’s thighs with each strong impact. Jungkook lifted up one of your legs onto the bed, spreading your pussy.

“Now touch yourself for me,” Jungkook directed.

He didn’t have to tell you twice. Your legs started to shake as you played with your clit at the perfect pace while Jungkook drilled into you. You were sure that you had already came numerous times by this point, but you could feel the grand finale soon approaching.

“Jungkook I--” you didn’t get a chance to finish your sentence as you climaxed onto his dick. He was infatuated with the way you looked from behind, and he couldn’t get enough of it. He pushed you back onto the bed with your legs still hanging from the edge. He reinserted himself while you laid there, completely delusional from the pounding you had been receiving.

“You’re such a sexy woman,” he moaned as he anchored the weight of his arms onto your shoulders.

He continued his torment downwards. Your bountiful cheeks bounced back and forth while he repeatedly rammed into your g-spot causing you to release more of the juices his massive cock craved.

He slowed his pace but still kept going to help you ride out your high for as long as possible. The sensation of you cumming on him was enough to bring him right to the brink of no return.

“Can I cum on you?” he pleaded in a tone all too familiar to you.

“Please do,” you nodded.

“God, you’re so sexy,” he said as he gave you a couple more hard thrusts before pulling out and coating your ass with white strings.

Jungkook held you in his arms after wiping you down with a towel, both of your chests heaving in sync. You both managed to work up a sweat, but Jungkook still smelled amazing. He played with your hair as your eyelids started to get heavy.

“_____,” he whispered softly.

“Yes, Jungkook?” you replied with your eyes still closed.

“Come with me.”

“What?” your eyes shot open.

“Come with me to Spain. I know it sounds crazy, but I don’t care. You’ll finally get the adventure you’ve always wanted, and we’ll do it together,” he kissed your forehead.

His unexpected proposition had you overwhelmed. You were speechless. You would go with him in a heartbeat. It wouldn’t matter where you’d go, as long as you were with him.

“Jungkook...you know I can’t do that,” you fought back tears, nuzzling yourself further into his chest.

“I wanted to ask your parents as soon as I arrived but you rushed me out too quickly and--”

“I can’t leave them, you know that,” silent tears rolled down your cheeks.

“I think they’d understand. Plus, you’ve said that they’ve tried to convince you to go to college,” Jungkook was getting desperate, he thought you’d agree on the spot.

“They need my help now more than ever. My parents are getting old. As much as I want to leave this place, I can’t. I’m going to be stuck here forever. I’m so sorry, Jungkook,” you wept.

“It’s okay, ___. We can ask them tomorrow, how does that sound?” he rubbed your back.

“No, I can’t do that to them. You know they’ll say yes. I have to stay,” you sniffled.

“You’re a great daughter. I can’t force you to come with me. I’ll miss you. I don’t know how long I’ll be gone,” Jungkook’s voice started to falter.

“Don’t worry about me. Go live out your life. Eat great food. Take beautiful pictures. Meet pretty girls,” you tried to lighten the mood.

“You think I want to meet pretty girls? Why would I do that when I have you,” he hugged you tightly.

“We aren’t even dating, Jungkook. I don’t want to hinder you more than I already have,” you blurted.

“I...I know we aren’t dating. Not officially. But that’s just a stupid label. I want to be with you,” Jungkook’s voice softened to hide his pain.

“Maybe this was a bad idea,” you said as you got up.

Jungkook immediately pulled you back into him. Your nose brushed against his wet cheek, causing you to freeze up when you realized that he had also been crying.

“Please stay with me. At least just for tonight,” he pleaded.

“Alright. I can do that,” you softly kiss him.

You woke up the next morning with your head on Jungkook’s chest. Jungkook looked adorable while he was asleep, with his mouth agape and his hair falling messily over his forehead. You tried to inch away, but he just pulled you closer, making it impossible to escape.

He woke up with a yawn a couple minutes later. He smiled down at you before ruffling your hair.

“Jungkook, I’m sorry about last night. I--”

“Let’s not talk about it. This is my last day with you for god knows how long. Let’s just enjoy ourselves, okay?” he interrupted you.

It had been three years since that spring when you met Jungkook. You sometimes reminisce about the times you had with Jeon Jungkook. It honestly felt like a dream. Communication with him slowly faded away, and now the only conversations you had with him were one message long during birthdays and holidays. You kept up with him more through Instagram. He regularly uploaded his beautiful pictures, and you could tell that his talent only grew. He had a knack for making dull buildings and streets come to life.

Your parents planned to retire soon, leaving you to tend to the bakery by yourself. They mainly managed the front-of-house work during the busy hours now. Their goal was to finally sell the bakery, but you protested against it. As much as you wanted to be rid of the chains that tied you down, you were scared. You didn’t know what you would do if the bakery was suddenly gone. It was all you’ve ever known.

Ever since your parents announced their retirement plans, you started to dabble in pastry making. They were impressed with your skills, and your creations got added to the menu. Word spread that the already famous bakery was now carrying delicious pastries, and business soared.

You were busy decorating your latest desserts when your mother came into the kitchen.

“Your father and I have to go run a quick errand, we’ll be back soon!” she said before giving you time to protest. You grumbled to yourself as you placed strawberries on your cakes, praying that no one would come in.

“Hello? Anyone here? The sign says open,” someone called from the front.

‘God dammit’, you thought before putting on a fake customer service smile.

“Welcome to--” you stopped in your tracks.

Jungkook was standing in the middle of your bakery, looking even more handsome than you had remembered him. His face lit up as soon as he saw you. You couldn’t help yourself as you ran towards him, colliding into him with a forceful hug.

“I hear you sell desserts now,” he grinned.

“Jungkook! What are you doing here? Your hair, it’s so long! And...do you have tattoos now?!” you were in shock.

“Do I look more artsy now?” he laughed, “I came to see you. I wanted to try your desserts too, of course. No one would believe me when I said nothing can compare to your family’s bakery. Oh, I have a present for you.”

You became giddy with excitement as Jungkook brought out a brown paper bag and handed it to you. You pulled out prints of a beautiful girl standing in a forest. Wait...it looked familiar…

“Is this me?” you asked as your mouth hung open.

“Yeah, these are the pictures from when you took me on that picnic. Would you believe me if I said I barely had to touch anything up? They were already nearly perfect,” Jungkook said proudly.

“It’s because you’re a talented photographer,” you smiled.

“That, and because I had the perfect model. How could I not ask the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen to model for me?” he said as he tucked your hair behind your ear.

“So I wasn’t just practice?” you recalled asking him about it all those years ago.

“I was so nervous back then, I couldn’t bring myself to tell you the truth,” he laughed, “I’m much more open now.”

You promptly switched the ‘OPEN’ sign to ‘CLOSED’ and sat Jungkook down. You brought out one of your fresh strawberry cakes, eager to hear his opinion. His face contorted with pleasure as he took the first bite. He complimented the flavors and textures, saying that everything tasted like perfect harmony. You laughed together as he shared stories of his time abroad. He intently listened while you opened up about the struggles of the bakery.

“Anyway, that’s enough complaining for now. I’m happy you’re back! How long are you staying for this time?” you tilted your head.

“Depends,” Jungkook answered as he gazed out the window. He looked back at you with a serious expression. He quickly grabbed your hand and pulled you close, bringing your face just inches away from his.

“Do you still want to explore the world?” he asked.

“Of course, that’ll never change. But...you know I can’t,” you answered somberly.

“After everything you just told me, you still think you have to stay here?” Jungkook raised an eyebrow, “My next gig is going to be in France. Come with me this time, _____.”

You stared at him with a stunned expression. You thought he had forgotten about you. Now here he is, asking you to run away with him again.

“Why did you lose touch? I thought you had moved on. I made peace with that. God, it hurt like hell, but I came to terms with it. And now we’re doing this again,” your voice cracked as tears welled in your eyes.

“Honestly, it hurt me too much. I couldn’t bear talking to you every day or video chatting you, without knowing when I’d see you next. I never stopped thinking about you. I tried. I tried to forget...but no one could ever come close to you,” Jungkook cupped your cheek in his palm, “There’s a really good patissiere academy close to where I’ll be working. You could go there and sharpen your skills! Then maybe one day open up a bakery of your own...if you wanted.”

“But what about my parents--”

“Stop using us as an excuse to hold yourself back,” your mom scolded you as she entered the bakery.

“Did you like your surprise?” your dad winked.

“You knew?” you were bewildered.

“Jungkook contacted us a while back, asking if we thought his plan could ever be a possibility. I figured you were still head over heels for him since you never dated anyone else,” your mom shrugged.

“If you want to go, go. Don’t worry about us. We can sell the bakery, and finally retire,” your dad said.

“You have your parents’ blessing, ____. This decision is entirely up to you. What’s it gonna be? Will you come with me to France?” Jungkook asked again.

“I..,” you looked at your parents before your eyes wandered back to Jungkook, “Yes. I’d love to,” tears of joy rolled down your cheeks.

Jungkook got up and embraced you in a tight hug before he whispered, “I’ve missed you so much,” in your ear.

“Well, we better start packing,” Jungkook turned to your parents.

“Packing? Already?” your eyes widened.

“We leave by the end of the week!” Jungkook gleefully took your hand and dashed out of the store.

Jungkook dragged you through the town up to your house. You couldn’t help but smile as you watched his long hair bounce around while you ran. You could’ve sworn that sometimes they looked like bunny ears.

He was definitely Jungkook, but he seemed like the upgraded version of the shy boy you once knew. He had a new confident aura around him, and he seemed more manly than boyish now. Everything was happening so quickly, but you were nothing but excited for the adventures to come.

As long as Jungkook was by your side, you were ready to take on the world.

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clandestine. | 06

↳ forbidden fruit tastes the sweetest.

◇ jungkook x reader ◇ smut | fluff | brother’s best friend!au ◇ 7.4k [6/6]

notes: we’ve reached the end at last!!! thanks for sticking around through all the sporadic updates, and i hope you enjoy this final chapter!

warnings: some soft, soft smut.

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The day before your scheduled return to Seoul, your parents decide to throw a joint party with the Jeons. From your bedroom window, you can see the plastic tables and chairs scattered across your adjoining lawns, the tarps and poles that will soon become makeshift pavilions lying in the grass. Though a row of low bushes divides your property, a small stone footpath weaves between the green leaves. You watch Mr. Jeon make his way into your yard, joining your father to unfurl a sign that’s emblazoned with Bon Voyage, {Name}! in bright blue print.

“Noona!” Jimin bursts into your bedroom with zero preamble, the door slamming into the wall behind it. You jump at the sudden intrusion, and flinch when he bounds across the room in two steps and grabs you by the shoulders.

“Ow, Chim,” you grumble, trying and failing to push him away. “Knock much?”

“Help,” he whines, trying to pull you to your feet. “I put too much salt in the marinade, and I just spilled Coke all over the counter. Please come help me.”

You sigh as he casts you the most pathetic look he’s capable of mustering, complete with a quivering bottom lip. Wiggling out of his iron grip at last, you grab him by the wrist and drag him out of your room. “Fine,” you tell him as you pull him downstairs. “You’re lucky I like you sometimes.”

“Love you too!” Jimin singsongs. He swoops in to plant a too-wet kiss on your cheek, and when you squirm in disgust he just giggles and blows you another.

The kitchen, upon your arrival, is empty. “Where’s Mom?” you ask as you grab a rag, tossing it over to your brother so he can clean up the spilled soda.

“She left a few minutes ago,” he replies, sopping up the mess and flinching when some splashes down from the counter onto the linoleum floor. “I think she went to the store to pick up a few things.”

“Food things?” you ask dubiously, eyeing the sizable pile of vegetables and meat on the counter. “Is this not enough? Is the entire neighborhood invited to this thing?”

“You know Mom,” he replies, shrugging. “Just let her have this. She misses having another girl in the house when you’re away. Says Dad and I gang up on her.”

You chuckle. “That sounds about right. On the bright side, though, she only has to deal with you for a few more months.”

“Jeez, that’s weird to think about.” Jimin sidles up behind you and settles his chin on your shoulder. “We’re going to be at the same university soon.”

“Yeah, because you’re a little copycat,” you tease, reaching back to flick him on the forehead. “What’s next? Are you going to start following me around the sandbox again? Come crying to me when someone’s mean to you?”

“Yeah, right.” Jimin steps back and puffs his chest out dramatically. “I’m going to protect you from all those weird college guys, remember? Who else is gonna do it if not me?”

In an instant, your mind goes to Jungkook. Your throat goes dry, and thankfully the jingle of keys in the front door saves you from needing to respond. Jimin’s attention is diverted when your mother steps through with an armful of shopping bags, and you take a moment to shove away all thoughts of your neighbor before following after your brother to help her unpack.

You haven’t seen much of Jungkook since your impromptu sleepover in his room. As your time at home winds to a close, your parents have been increasingly adamant to spend as much time together as possible. Family game nights became routine, and although Jungkook has joined you on a couple occasions, Jimin has seemingly made it his personal goal to ensure that you don’t spend a single second alone with your dark-haired neighbor. Certainly, you’ve texted a bit, but Jungkook’s been picking up more shifts at the restaurant lately and you often see him through your bedroom window returning home after a long dinner shift.

Jimin’s voice draws you out of your thoughts. “Huh?” you ask, blinking, and your brother shoots you an unimpressed look.

“I said, I’m going out back to help Dad with the grill,” he repeats. “Can you bring the cooler out?”

“Oh!” You glance over at the cooler on the ground, filled to the brim with beer and soda. Jimin has a bag of ice in his arms, and you quickly follow him out into the backyard, wheeling the cooler behind you. Together, the two of you push it into an unobtrusive corner of the back porch, and Jimin curses when he upends the bag of ice into it and spills nearly a third in the process.

“Smooth,” you remark.

“Like you could do any better,” is his reply.

It’s just after one o’clock, the sun beaming bright in the cloudless blue sky, when people begin trickling into the backyard where your father and Mr. Jeon have started grilling. You spot Taemin and Minho from where you’re perched on the porch steps, and grin when they wave and begin heading in your direction.

“Heading back to the big city so soon?” Minho asks as he comes to a stop, slinging an arm around your shoulders. “We’re gonna miss you around here.”

“You know you’re always welcome to visit,” you tell him with a smile. “Besides, I’ll be back. I do like to see my family every now and then, you know.”

“When exactly are you leaving tomorrow? Taemin asks curiously.

“Bright and early in the morning,” you reply. “I want to have plenty of time to get settled before I start interning on Monday.”

Minho gives you a squeeze. “You’ll kill it. I know you will.”

“Thanks,” you tell him. You’re about to say more—ask about the rest of their summer plans, maybe—when you spot a familiar dark head of hair exiting the back door of the Jeons’ house. Jungkook is wearing a collared shirt the color of sunshine, the sleeves rolled to his elbows to expose vascular forearms and the silver watch on his wrist. His faded jeans have a rip in the left knee, and you swallow when your gaze automatically trails down to the defined muscle of his thigh, a peek of skin visible through the denim.

Across the yard, your eyes meet. He raises a hand in greeting, his watch glinting in the sun, and you wave back. Everything else seems to fade into the background—Taemin and Minho, the hubbub of the partygoers, even the sizzle of the grill. Jungkook is walking in your direction now, and your throat goes oddly dry at the thought of talking to him face-to-face after nearly a week of intermittent texts and occasional glimpses. Your fingers itch to run through the soft hair at the nape of his neck, and your body craves the feeling of his skin against your own. You’d even settle for a simple kiss—the press of his mouth and the slick of his tongue, his palms settling on your hips or looping around to the small of your back to pull you in close.

Needless to say, it’s been far too long since you and Jungkook last slept together. You wonder, vaguely, if there’s any way the two of you might be able to sneak away from the party and head somewhere a little quieter. One last handsy makeout session in his backseat, and one last chance for him to breach your walls with his cock. One last fix of the drug called Jungkook, before you return to your life in Seoul and try to forget the boundaries you’ve crossed in the last few weeks.

Because at the end of the day, Jungkook is your brother’s best friend, and therefore is off-limits. And as if Jimin himself is listening in on your thoughts, your little brother comes bounding out of nowhere, intercepting Jungkook on his path to you and dragging him away to help make more meat skewers for the grill.

The party continues. More people arrive, and you do your best to converse with everyone between bites of food. Many family friends have come out to wish you well, most of whom you haven’t seen in several years, so you put on your best smile and weather the innumerable comments about how much you’ve grown up since you last met. Off in the distance, you spot Jungkook chatting with Junghyun, who has driven in from downtown Busan. The elder Jeon brother has already wished you good luck with your internship, pulling you into a friendly hug when he first arrived, and you would’ve had to be blind to miss Jungkook’s penetrating stare as you hugged him back.

You’re returning from a bathroom break, easing the back door shut, when you are assailed by a tangle of limbs and excited cries. You end up with a faceful of strawberry blonde hair, and laughingly groan as you extricate yourself from the hug, offering a beaming Chaeyoung, Jisoo, and Lisa a grin. “Hey, guys. What’s up?”

“What’s up?” Lisa grabs you by the shoulders and gives you a little shake. “You’re leaving tomorrow! When will you be back again?”

“Winter, definitely,” you promise. “Maybe the summer too, if I don’t have anything else going on.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you spot Jungkook again. He’s looking in your direction, his gaze flitting between the half-eaten burger in his hand and where you’re standing on the back porch with the girls, as if he doesn’t want to get caught staring. The party has been underway for nearly two hours now, and you haven’t even come close to having a conversation with your dark-haired neighbor. It seems as though anytime Jungkook comes within speaking distance, he’s interrupted by friends, family, and at one point, even his family’s dog. Gureum has been a part of Jungkook’s family for as long as you can remember, and though he’s getting rather old, he’s still happily meandering around the yard today. You’ve already given in to his pleading face twice and offered him a bit of food from your plate, and you’ve watched plenty of others do the same. A quick scan of the yard reveals that the little white dog is now fast asleep in a sunny patch of grass, and you chuckle to yourself before your gaze finds Jungkook again. Your eyes meet, just for a second.

“{Name}, honey, can you come here for a second?”

You turn at the sound of your mother’s voice. “Sure,” you tell her, excusing yourself from the group of girls to follow her inside to the kitchen. “What is it?”

Your mom hands you a pile of small paper plates and plastic cutlery. “I’m bringing out the cake,” she says. “Can you put those out for me?”

You nod, watching as she picks up the cake. It’s an impressive two-tiered confection, frosted pale purple and decorated with pink cherry blossoms and the words Bon Voyage! in flowing white script. You make sure to hold the door open for your mother as she exits the house on your heels, and duck your head in embarrassment when a few of your neighbors start clapping at your arrival.

The cake is cut and distributed, and you take your piece over to a shady spot beneath the awning of one of the pavilions your father has assembled. Jimin joins you, wiping a frosting-covered finger on your nose, and you squeal and wipe at it furiously with a napkin before taking revenge. Slowly, the afternoon progresses into early evening, and the party begins to wind to a close. Friends and neighbors begin to trickle out, wishing you well before taking their leave. At the far end of the yard, you see Jungkook talking to Chaeyoung, and wonder what the two could possibly have to say to each other before Taemin and Minho draw your attention away.

“We gotta head out,” Minho says, coming to a stop before you and pulling you into a hug.

Taemin nods, tugging you into an embrace as well. “We’ll see you again soon though, yeah? We’re definitely going to come up to visit you guys at some point.”

“Sounds like a plan,” you tell him. “You’re crashing at Jimin and Jungkook’s though. I’m not taking you in.”

“Cruel, but fair,” Minho says with a laugh. “See ya then, Noona.”

“See you.”

The two depart, and you begin gathering up your used utensils and plates, seeking about for a trash can. You smile at your dad as he walks by, and scratch a sleepy Gureum behind the ears as you pass him. Just as you’ve finally found a trash can and dropped your garbage inside, however, a voice stops you in your tracks.

“Hey, Noona.”

Your heartbeat quickens. Slowly, you turn around, coming face to face with none other than Jungkook himself. His dark hair is ruffled by the breeze, and his silver hoop earrings glint in the late afternoon sun. Tentatively, you offer him a small smile, and he hesitates for a moment before smiling back.

“Hey.”

“You said that already,” you point out, trying to quell the sudden nervousness in your belly and swallowing down whatever moisture is left in your mouth. “Fun party, wasn’t it?”

“Yeah.” Jungkook nods. “Really fun. And the food was great.”

You chuckle. “Yeah. We have our dads to thank for that.”

“Definitely.”

A beat of silence passes, and then two. Jungkook is scuffing his heel against the grass, one hand darting up to scratch his ear, and you are just beginning to wonder at his uncharacteristic awkwardness when he suddenly pulls a bag from behind his back.

“Here,” he says, practically shoving it into your hands. “I—I mean, we—got you a gift. From my family. And me.”

Blinking, you peer down at the green tissue paper peeking out of the top of the bag. “Oh, wow. You… you guys really shouldn’t have.”

“It was my mom’s idea,” Jungkook mumbles, looking anywhere but at you. “You can open it now if you want, though.”

You do. Peeling back the tissue paper reveals two items inside—one of which is a lovely leather-bound planner, complete with a calendar and to-do lists and pages for notes. The other is a small canvas, and your mouth falls open when you see what’s painted across the surface.

It’s the lake house. Behind it, you can see lush green hills and trees, all bordering the rippling expanse of blue water. Jungkook has captured the scene at high noon when the sun is at its peak in the sky, glinting off the lake like diamonds. Off to one side, you spot the canoe roped to the dock.

“Wow,” you breathe, awestruck. “Jungkook, this is beautiful. I don’t know what to say.”

“It’s no big deal,” he says, shrugging and scratching the back of his neck. “I had to rush it a little, between work and all. It could’ve been better.”

“It’s perfect,” you tell him, running a fingertip across the canvas. You’ve always known that Jungkook has a talent for drawing, but you’ve never seen him use paint as his medium of choice until now. “Really. I love it, Jungkook. I’m going to hang it up in my dorm as soon as I get back.”

“Back,” Jungkook echoes. “Right.”

And before you can reply—before you can even inhale to speak—he’s pulled you into a tight embrace, his arms looping around your waist and settling there.

“Good luck with everything,” he says once he’s pulled back. And then he’s turning on his heel and walking away, and you’re left to wonder whether these past few weeks were simply a passing tryst after all.

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As it turns out, your internship is more than enough to keep your mind from straying toward a certain dark-haired young man. Two months after Jungkook left you high and dry, you’re working harder than you ever have in your life. Your mornings are early and your afternoons run into evenings more often than not. “At least you’re getting paid, though,” Namjoon points out, glancing up from where he’s sitting on the couch when you stumble into your shared dorm one particularly late night. “You could’ve been one of the unlucky bastards who got stuck doing unpaid labor at their internships.”

“Oh, good. At least they’re working me to the bone ethically,” you snort, accepting the wine he hands over. Trust Namjoon to have an extra glass at the ready. Your suitemate, despite his flaws, always seems to know when you need a pick-me-up, and you suppose you can forgive his clumsiness and messiness for that. If he keeps it up, you may even start looking past the heart attacks he causes you every time he enters the kitchen and so much as looks at a knife.

Namjoon chuckles and tops off his own wineglass. “So now what? You hungry?”

“Starving,” you admit. “What are you thinking tonight? Pizza? Chinese?”

“Thai? I’ve been craving it lately.”

“I can do Thai.” You lean in closer as he pulls up the delivery menu on his laptop, pointing to what you want before sitting back and letting him place the order. “Can you get me an iced tea, too?

“Two iced teas, coming right up,” he replies. “You wanna start thinking about tonight’s feature presentation?”

Flopping onto your side, you reach into the bag you dropped on the floor and fish out your own laptop. You select a film from Netflix as Namjoon fetches his wallet to pay for your food, and the two of you settle in to wait as the opening credits of Disney’s Hercules roll.

“I’m not a good singer,” Namjoon cautions as the Muses begin their introductory monologue. “I just want you to know that beforehand. But out of all the Disney films? This soundtrack is unmatched.”

“Damn right,” you reply, clinking your glass against his. “Best soundtrack ever. We’ll both sound like dying cats, and I for one can’t wait.”

Namjoon laughs and leans over to flick off the lights. The room goes dark and the music begins, and you’re both singing along before you even hit the chorus. Spending time with Namjoon is comfortable, and though you’ve already lived together through the entirety of your first year of school, these past two summer months have strengthened your friendship tenfold. He’s almost like a brother by this point, and you wonder, vaguely, whether Jimin would get along with him anywhere near as well as you do.

As if summoned, your phone goes off. Jimin’s name lights up your screen, and you frown curiously at it before unlocking the device and swiping open the message.

[7:56pm] Chimchim: miss me yet? 😚

[7:56pm] You: no way, weirdo

[7:57pm] You: what do you even want anyway? sure you’re not the one missing me?

Immediately, your phone buzzes with a response.

[7:57pm] Chimchim: seriously? offensive

[7:57pm} Chimchim: orientation’s in less than a week or have u forgotten already?? good thing i’m reminding u

Your heart skips a beat in your chest when you realize that you had, in fact, forgotten. You remember your own college orientation vividly—a jam-packed weekend filled with building tours and ample opportunities to talk to current students. Several of your friends, you’d first met that weekend as you all tried to navigate a new chapter of your lives—Namjoon included. It’s how the two of you ended up living together—jammed into a suite with two others who thankfully meshed perfectly with the both of you. Neither Hoseok nor Jennie are here for the summer, but you’ve kept in touch while apart. Both of them poke relentless fun at Namjoon for opting to take summer classes, and you never hesitate to join in on the lighthearted teasing.

[7:58pm] You: oh yeah lol

Your response is casual and calm, but your heart rate is anything but. Jimin coming to orientation means Jungkook is coming too, and the thought of seeing him sends an anxious flurry of butterflies aflight in your stomach. You remember texting him the day after you came back—just a simple photo of his painting, hung proudly on the wall above your desk. He responded with a string of thumbs-up emojis, and that had been that. You’ve barely heard a word from him since, and Jimin’s occasional texts and social media posts are the only reason you know he’s still alive. Hesitantly, you type out another message, thumb hovering briefly over the send button before hitting it.

[7:58pm] You: you and jungkook are driving up, right?

[7:59pm] Chimchim: yep! road trip

[7:59pm] Chimchim: still not convinced jk’s car will make it all the way tho lmao

You think back to Jungkook’s beat-up sedan with its sputtering engine and scratchy seats, and the ominous way the passenger side window sometimes rattled if you slammed the door too hard. Can’t blame you for having doubts, you write back, earning yourself a hearty LMAOOO in response. And then:

[8:01pm] Chimchim: i’ll probably have to do most of the driving anyway

You frown, brows furrowing. Why’s that?

[8:02pm] Chimchim: just a hunch. jk’s been weird lately

[8:02pm] You: …weird how?

[8:02pm] Chimchim: just weird. a little distracted, maybe? he doesn’t answer me when i ask him whats wrong

[8:03pm] You: how long has he been weird?

[8:03pm} Chimchim: idk 🤷‍♂️

[8:03pm] Chimchim: 2 days, maybe 3? i think he might be worried about orientation or college or something. either way i don’t trust him to operate a motor vehicle rn

Your bottom lip finds its way between your teeth as you consider your brother’s revelation. It’s perfectly natural to be nervous about something new, but you still can’t help but wonder if Jungkook’s strange behavior might have anything to do with seeing you again. But before you can dwell on it more, your phone buzzes again in your palm.

[8:04pm] Chimchim: i mean srsly he didn’t even hit on mina when we ran into her at jin’s the other day. do u remember her? the girl from the bbq place we went to for grad dinner??

[8:04pm] Chimchim: but on the bright side, it looks like he and chae made up. about time, tbh. things were really awkward for a while

[8:05pm] Chimchim: wait u knew about them, right? they dated for a while?

You take a deep breath before responding, the gears of your brain whirring as you fight to process all of the information he’s dumped on you. Yeah, you write back. Chae told me. They’re okay now?

[8:06pm] Chimchim: yeah. i think they talked at your going away thing

The memory of them chatting in your parents’ backyard resurfaces, and a rush of relief follows it. Even though your conversation with Chaeyoung at the mall confirmed that she was no longer angry with Jungkook, the guilt of sneaking around with him continued to linger in the back of your mind. You’re definitely going to buy her a box of cookies from Kim’s Kitchen as an apology the next time you see her. Maybe even two.

After a few more texts, your conversation with Jimin peters out. He signs off, citing a house party he has to start getting ready for, and you settle back in to watch the rest of the movie with Namjoon, smiling reassuringly when he shoots you a curious look and mouths, everything okay?

Everything is okay, you decide. Jungkook’s weird behavior isn’t your problem, and there’s not a whole lot you could do even if you wanted to, considering how little you’ve spoken in the last eight weeks. That doesn’t stop you from opening up your messages and scrolling down to Jungkook’s name, though. It doesn’t stop you from opening up the last conversation you had—something about a particularly annoying customer at Jin’s restaurant—and scrutinizing every word.

Later that night, just as you’re brushing your teeth and getting ready for bed, your phone buzzes again. The name attached to the text immediately sends your heart into your throat, and you shakily towel off your hands before swiping it open.

[12:25am] Jungkook: i mis s yuo.

Drunk, the little voice in your brain whispers. He’s drunk. Belatedly, you remember the party Jimin had mentioned, and realize that Jungkook must be there as well. Alcohol has clearly loosened him up, enough to instigate this unexpected sentiment, but you are painfully sober. At a loss, you stare at his message until your screen goes dark. Irritably, you wake it up again, unlocking the phone so you can stare some more, and after what feels like an eternity, you type out a response.

[12: 28am] You: drink some water, jungkook

He doesn’t respond. You wait for five minutes, and then ten, but your phone screen remains obstinately dark and devoid of new notifications. Climbing into bed, you check one last time, but there’s still no response from him.

A resigned sigh leaves your lips as you turn off your bedside lamp and plug in your phone to charge. Sinking down into the mattress, you push away all thoughts of Jeon Jungkook as you close your eyes and wait for sleep to come.

///

On Friday night, you once again find yourself working late. Thankfully, Jimin and Jungkook aren’t due to arrive until later in the evening, so you still have plenty of time to change into comfier clothes and eat something before you have to play host.

Or at least, that’s what you thought. When you swing open the front door of your home, however, you’re greeted by two extra pairs of shoes—one of which is a certain individual’s signature black Timberlands, scuffed and worn from years of use. “Joonie?” you call cautiously, toeing off your loafers and skirting around the corner to poke your head into the kitchen. “Are you home?”

No reply. You wander a little further, entering the living room, and that’s where you’re greeted by the sight of your suitemate, his sheepish grin flanked on either side by two very familiar faces.

“Noona!” Jimin is grinning from ear to ear, and immediately skips forward to smoosh your cheeks between his palms. “We got here early!”

You slap his hands away and poke your fingertips into his ribs. “I can see that,” you retort. “What I don’t get is why you didn't bother to tell me.”

Jimin shrugs. “Surprise?”

You sigh and turn instead to Namjoon, who’s watching your exchange with an amused smile. “Thanks for getting them settled in,” you tell him gratefully. “You should’ve called me, though. I would’ve tried to get off work early if I’d known.”

“Nah, don’t worry about it.” Namjoon waves you off. “They got here about half an hour ago, so it wouldn’t have made much difference, anyway.”

“Still, let me thank you,” you insist. “Dinner’s on me tonight, since I have to feed these heathens anyway. Do you want to order something in? Go out?”

“I’m okay either way,” Namjoon says, shrugging, and you turn to Jimin and Jungkook questioningly.

“Doesn’t matter to me,” Jimin says. “I think we’re both pretty tired from the drive, so staying in might be nice.”

“Anything’s fine.” Jungkook is staring down at his right hand as if he’s trying to crack a secret code etched in his fingerprints, and when he speaks, his voice is soft. “Whatever you want, Noona.”

You haven’t forgotten about his text from a few days ago, and judging by the way he can’t even look you in the eye, neither has he. It’s strange seeing him here now—wearing ripped jeans and a black t-shirt like he so often does, his feet encapsulated in plain white socks. His hair has grown out since you last saw him, leaving only the barest glimpse of his silver earrings visible beneath the dark, shaggy locks. You can’t help but wonder what it would be like to run your fingers through it, but quickly quash that train of thought before it can progress any further.

The group eventually settles on ordering pizza, which you order and pay for on your phone. Conversation flows easily as Jimin, Jungkook, and Namjoon get to know each other, and when the food arrives, Namjoon pulls out his collection of board games. The remainder of the evening passes in a haze of pizza and game tournaments, and it’s only when midnight has come and gone that you decide to call it a night. Jungkook and Jimin settle into the two empty bedrooms—Jungkook in Hoseok’s and Jimin in Jennie’s—and you bid everyone goodnight before retiring to your own bed.

You don’t miss the way Jungkook’s gaze lingers on your retreating figure, but he doesn’t say anything and neither do you. He’ll be busy with all the orientation events scheduled tomorrow, and you’re planning to spend a good chunk of the day running errands that you don’t have time for on weekdays. The question of why he’d texted you that night remains on your mind, but you don’t want to ask. And you especially don’t want to ask why he’d never responded after that first message. Confrontation has never been your style, and with any luck, you’ll be able to avoid spending extended periods of time with him altogether.

With any luck, this weekend will pass with no further incident, and you’ll be able to spend the remaining few weeks of your summer in peace.

///

It’s just after two o’clock in the afternoon when you return to your dormitory, a grocery bag clutched in each hand and a tote bag draped over one shoulder. You’ve finished up with all your errands for the day, and even managed to get some reading done for one of your upcoming fall classes. Dropping your bags in the kitchen, you stretch your arms overhead lazily before starting to unpack your groceries. Namjoon is holed up in the library working on an essay, and Jimin and Jungkook don’t appear to be around either. A moment of rare quiet is welcome in your normally hectic life, and you take the opportunity to put some music on and change into your comfiest shorts and a tank top.

You’ve just finished popping some popcorn and are settling onto your bed to watch some Netflix when someone clears their throat from your doorway. Startled, you look up, your eyes locking on Jungkook standing there. He’s wearing a loose gray sweatshirt and matching sweatpants, and you swallow when you see the way he’s rolled up the sleeves to expose vascular forearms and the silver watch on his wrist. Jungkook blinks at you silently from behind his dark fringe of hair, and a beat passes before he clears his throat and speaks.

“Hey.”

You straighten up into a seated position, crossing your legs and plopping the bowl of popcorn in your lap. “Hi.”

Jungkook hesitates, then shoves both hands into his pockets. “Can… can we talk?”

“Sure.” You incline your head. “Talk.”

Your curt tone doesn’t go unnoticed by him. Awkwardly, he shuffles his feet for a moment before scratching behind his neck and ruffling his already tousled hair further. “My phone died,” he says, and you blink confusedly at him, twice, before responding.

“What?”

Jungkook winces but presses on nonetheless. “My phone,” he explains. “It died the other night. I was going to charge it before the party, but I forgot to plug it in and then it was too late. I didn’t—” He sighs. “I would’ve texted you back, otherwise.”

Belatedly, you realize he’s talking about his text from a few nights ago and why he never responded. His reasoning is relatively sound, at least, but you still have an unanswered question. “Why?” you ask, your voice soft. “Why did you text me that night? I don’t hear from you for weeks, and then you message me that out of the blue? Why?”

“Fuck, I know.” Jungkook takes two steps into your bedroom, before he seemingly thinks better of it and takes a step back. “I shouldn’t have done it. I should’ve texted you more, or earlier, but—” Another sigh, and this time he rakes his hands through his hair and sends his dangling earrings tinkling. “I’m sorry. I really am. I was being a coward, and…”

Jungkook trails off, and you see that his attention has flitted elsewhere. He’s staring at the painting of the lake house, still displayed prominently above your desk, and you see the gears in his head whirring before he speaks again.

“You… you still have that hanging up there?”

You glance at the painting before looking back at him. “Well, yeah. Of course I do. It reminds me of home.”

It reminds you of him, too, but you don’t voice that particular thought aloud. Instead you turn your attention back to your increasingly fidgety companion, leaning back on your hands and regarding him with your head tilted curiously.

“What were you saying about being a coward? What are you afraid of, Jungkook?”

Jungkook rubs his jaw and sucks in a deep breath. “You,” he finally answers, after several beats that feel like several lifetimes. “I’m afraid of losing you. And I feel like I already might have, especially since we left things so weird at the party. I should’ve…” He shakes his head. ”I should’ve said something sooner. I should’ve told you how I really feel, but I was stupid and scared and I just couldn’t find the right time to do it.”

Your breath catches. Your mouth goes dry and your chest feels tight, and when you try to speak, your tongue feels like sandpaper. “I—” you begin, and it’s all you manage to get out. Jungkook is murmuring your name in a voice so gentle that your heart skips two whole beats, and when you look at him again he is much, much closer than before.

“But I guess late is better than never, right?” Jungkook breathes. Stopping at the edge of your bed, he drops to his knees, and you don’t protest when he takes your hands and cups them protectively between his own. “It’s you, {Name}. It’s always been you. I tried to forget about my feelings when you left for Seoul—tried to convince myself that it was just a stupid crush—but nothing I did worked. I couldn’t forget about you. And then you came back, and I just knew.” Gently, he traces a fingertip across your knuckles before looking up and meeting your gaze in earnest. “I’m in love with you, {Name}. I’ve been in love with you for years, and I’m sorry for not telling you sooner. And… and I really hope that I haven’t fucked everything up by telling you this now.”

“You—” Your voice sticks in your throat, and you swallow thickly before trying again. “You haven’t. I… I like you, Jungkook. I like you so, so much, and I think I owe you an apology for trying to push you away so much. It’s just that these feelings… they’re so new. And I—well, I don’t know if I love you yet, but I think that I definitely could.”

“Then that’s good enough for me,” he replies, his face stretching into a wide, crinkly eyed grin. “As long as you agree to be my girlfriend, and let me have the chance to make you fall for me.” And when you nod, giggling, Jungkook leans in and presses his mouth to yours.

The kiss is soft and sweet, and lasts several moments before a sobering thought enters your head. You break away, frowning, and Jungkook’s brow furrows as he takes in your expression.

“What’s wrong?”

You bite your lip, worrying at the delicate skin. “This… thing. This relationship—what if it doesn’t work? I mean, god, you’re Jimin’s best friend in the entire world. What if we have an argument? What if—what if we break up?”

“We won’t,” Jungkook replies confidently, lacing his fingers with yours before leaning forward to nuzzle his nose against yours affectionately. Instinct has you leaning into him, seeking out proper contact, and you feel his lips curl into a smile as he indulges you with yet another kiss.

“You can’t know that for sure,” you murmur when you break apart, but your voice is readily lost in the huff of laughter that escapes your companion.

“Maybe not for sure,” he says. “But I’ve loved you since I was about eight, and I don’t think that’s going to change anytime soon.”

This time, when your lips meet, there’s a bit more heat behind it. Jungkook curls a hand around your nape to draw you in close, and licks sweetly into your mouth when you part for him. He’s quick to press you down onto your mattress, and you sigh as he trails down your body and takes the straps of your tank top with him. The material falls off your shoulders, leaving just enough room to tug the rest of the shirt down to your waist, and he groans when your bare breasts are freed.

“No bra? Fuck, you’re killing me.”

You arch beneath him, huffing out a breathless little laugh when he seizes the opportunity to envelop a nipple into his mouth. His fingers find the other—squeezing and rubbing and tweaking until you’re quivering in his grasp. “Jungkook,” you breathe, waiting until he lets out a soft hum of acknowledgment. “Jimin—he could come back any minute. Maybe we shouldn’t do this right now.”

Jungkook glances up from where he’s exploring the underside of your breasts, tracing the soft swell of delicate skin with his lips and tongue. “Jimin,” he says, “is at a special session for his major. He won’t be back for hours, so why don’t you relax and let me make you feel good, hmm?”

And, without even waiting for an answer, he drops down to his knees and digs his thumbs into the waistband of your shorts. Your legs are dangling off the edge of the bed, and Jungkook easily tugs the material off them, taking your panties right along with it. Tossing them aside, he doesn’t hesitate to spread your legs and slot himself into the newly created space. His tongue darts out to moisten his lips, and your breath hitches when you glance down the length of your body and see the ravenous glint in his eyes.

There’s no doubt in your mind that you’re wet enough to take his cock right now. You can feel the slick gathering between your legs, and the smirk on Jungkook’s face tells you that he’s noticed it too. Teasingly, he presses an experimental fingertip to your clit, watching in satisfaction as your hips buck off the mattress at the flare of pleasure. Then he’s sliding down, sinking a lone finger into your entrance and curling upward to find the soft spot that he knows will unravel you in a matter of minutes. A gasp escapes you when he finds it, your hips rising again, and he soothes you with a warm palm on your thigh and a sweet kiss to your hipbone.

It’s almost embarrassing how quickly Jungkook is able to build up your orgasm, but then again, you suppose you shouldn’t be surprised. He’s always been a quick study, and you’ve never been sure whether it’s stubbornness or determination that drives him to excel at his passions. Here and now, with two of his fingers buried inside your cunt and a third teasing its way in, you don’t even care which it is. All that matters is the pressure building in the pit of your belly, and the way Jungkook keeps murmuring your name and encouraging you to cum for me, princess. It’s enough to push you over the edge, your back arching off the bed and your lips parting in a moan as you ride out your high.

“So pretty.” Jungkook circles your clit with his thumb, his fingers still sheathed within your walls. “You always take my fingers so well.”

“Think I’d rather take your cock instead,” you reply breathlessly, sagging back against the mattress and reaching for him. Jungkook takes the hint, gritting out a hoarse curse before crawling up your mostly bare body and crushing his mouth to yours in a searing kiss. You grab the hem of his gray sweatshirt, pulling it up and over his head, and are more than pleased to discover he’s not wearing anything underneath. His sweatpants soon follow, Jungkook impatiently kicking the material off his ankles, and you sigh out his name when he wraps you in his arms, skin against skin.

“I’m not going to last very long,” he warns you, his breath a puff of hot air against the shell of your ear. “Promise I’ll make it up to you later. Just wanna feel you right now.”

“Go on, then,” you murmur, pressing a kiss to his jaw. “How do you want me?”

Jungkook groans, no doubt having a furious internal debate with himself, before reaching down and taking his cock in one hand. “Just like this,” he decides, gazing down at the way you’re spread out on your back for him. Deliberately, he settles between your thighs, giving himself a few pumps before positioning himself at your entrance. “Wanna kiss you while I fuck you. Wanna kiss you for the rest of my life.”

He’s pushing forward then, stealing the breath from your lungs along with any thoughts that may have crossed your mind at his last sentiment. Jungkook sinks into you until you’re gasping at the fullness, his hands grabbing at the meat of your hips and pulling you against him with every thrust. He fucks into you with reckless abandon, hoarse praise and gritted curses falling freely from his lips as he uses your body to seek out his own high. Every now and then, his mouth seeks out yours in a sloppy kiss, which you happily indulge as his rhythm falters and becomes increasingly erratic.

Jungkook floods you with his warmth, his arms gathering you up tightly as his cock slowly softens within you. His lips find yours, and this kiss is a simple, tender one—an affectionate press and a crinkly eyed smile that has you automatically smiling back.

“I don’t know why you’re so happy,” you tease, poking him in his slightly sweaty chest. “Jimin’s going to throttle you for this, you know.”

“Worth it,” he replies cheekily. “Anything’s worth it as long as you kiss me better afterward.”

“Gross,” you tell him, laughing. “You’re so lame.”

“But you still like me,” he says with a shrug. Then he grins. “The real question, though, is whether you like me enough to help me move in the fall.”

You hum, hiding your smile. “Depends. What’s in it for me?”

A positively wicked grin spreads across his face and settles there. “Why don’t I give you a preview?”

///

A few weeks later -

Jimin hums softly under his breath as he strolls into his new dorm, a cardboard box cradled in his arms. There’s a growing pile of boxes in the middle of the living area already, and he’s only just found an empty spot to drop the latest when he hears an odd noise coming from the bathroom. A wet, smacking sound, kind of like—

“Jungkook, you dog,” he snorts, throwing the cracked door open. “Get your ass out here and help me unpa—“ He stops in his tracks.

The scene before him doesn’t make sense. Jungkook is standing in front of him with wide eyes and fear in his expression, but that doesn’t make sense. At least it doesn’t until he sees you in the reflection of the mirror over the sink, your clothes disheveled and your lips swollen.

“Wait, we can explain,” Jungkook begins, following the trajectory of Jimin’s gaze and waving his hands in a fluttery panic. “I swear, Jimin, it’s not what you think—“

“That’s my sister,” Jimin says, his voice dangerously calm.

“Yeah, but—”

“You put your hands on my sister,” Jimin continues matter-of-factly, as if Jungkook hadn’t spoken at all. “I’m going to fillet your dick with a dull knife and serve it over rice.”

And before you can catch your breath and open your mouth to stop him, Jimin leaps forward, his fingers aimed directly for Jungkook’s throat.

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