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mybelovedwoo · 3 months ago

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a day of sunshine

seonghwa x f!reader

fluff, comfort, forbidden love/ wc: 1.3k

warnings: none really :)

note:this is just a short little drabble, but yet so comforting. seonghwa is so soft, i want him around when i feel sad! if you want to be tagged in any of my fics, you can apply here!

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Seonghwa found himself thinking about Y/n more often than he liked to admit. Ever since that night he escorted her home after rescuing her from an obnoxious drunk at the bar, she had been occupying his thoughts. Her laughter, her smile, the way her eyes sparkled even when she was tipsy—all these memories lingered in his mind.

One afternoon, Seonghwa received a text from Yunho, Y/n's sister's boyfriend, also one of his best friends, mentioning that Y/n had failed one of her classes and was feeling pretty down. Yunho was worried but had to be out of town for the weekend and couldn't be there for her.

Seonghwa felt a pang of concern. He couldn't stand the thought of Y/n being sad and alone. He decided he would do everything in his power to cheer her up. With renewed determination, he gathered some gifts he knew she'd love: a cute plush toy, her favorite snacks, and a small Lego set themed around Star Wars. He also decided to bring over ingredients to make her favorite comfort food—mac and cheese.

As he approached Y/n's apartment building, he felt a mix of nervousness and excitement. He wanted to make her feel better, but he also hoped this would give him a chance to grow closer to her. He took a deep breath and knocked on her door.

The door opened slowly, revealing Y/n in sweats and an oversized hoodie. Her eyes were red from crying, and her usually bright smile was nowhere to be seen. But even in her vulnerable state, Seonghwa thought she looked beautiful.

"Seonghwa? What are you doing here?" she asked, surprised.

"Hey, Y/n. I heard you were having a tough time, so I thought I'd come by and try to cheer you up," he said, holding up the bags of goodies and flashing her a warm smile.

Her eyes softened, and she stepped aside to let him in. "You didn't have to do that, but thank you. Really."

Seonghwa entered the cozy apartment and placed the bags on the coffee table. "I brought some things I thought you might like. And I thought maybe we could build this Lego set together. It's a Star Wars one."

Y/n's eyes lit up a little at the sight of the Lego set. "You remembered I like Star Wars."

"Of course I did," Seonghwa said, his heart swelling at her reaction. "And I also brought stuff to make mac and cheese. Thought we could have a little comfort food while we hang out."

Y/n managed a small smile. "That sounds perfect."

They moved to the kitchen, and Seonghwa got to work preparing the mac and cheese. As he cooked, he kept up a light, cheerful conversation, sharing funny stories from his own college days and asking her about her classes. Gradually, Y/n began to open up, talking about the class she had failed and how it had been weighing on her.

"I just feel like such a failure," she admitted, her voice cracking slightly. "I studied so hard, but it wasn't enough."

Seonghwa paused and turned to face her, his expression serious yet gentle. "Y/n, you're not a failure. One class doesn't define you or your worth. You're smart, hardworking, and capable. Sometimes things don't go as planned, but that doesn't mean you're any less amazing."

Y/n looked at him, her eyes glistening with tears. "Thank you, Seonghwa. That means a lot coming from you."

He smiled softly and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Anytime, Y/n. We all have setbacks, but it's how we bounce back that matters."

With the mac and cheese ready, they settled on the couch, enjoying the creamy, comforting dish. Y/n's mood visibly lifted, and soon they were chatting and laughing like old friends. After finishing their meal, they cleared the table and moved to the coffee table to start building the Lego set.

As they sorted through the colorful pieces, their fingers occasionally brushed, sending little sparks of electricity between them. They talked about their favorite Star Wars movies and characters, debating the merits of different storylines and scenes. Seonghwa loved seeing Y/n's eyes light up with passion as she spoke about something she loved.

Time flew by, and before they knew it, they had completed the Lego set. They admired their handiwork, a sense of accomplishment and camaraderie settling between them.

"That was so much fun," Y/n said, her smile now genuine and bright. "I haven't felt this relaxed and happy in days."

"I'm glad," Seonghwa replied, his heart swelling with warmth. "You deserve to be happy, Y/n."

Y/n smiled, her face glowing with a newfound sense of contentment. Seonghwa, however, had another idea brewing in his mind. He remembered Yunho mentioning that Y/n hadn't left her apartment in days.

"How about we get some fresh air?" Seonghwa suggested, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

Y/n looked a bit hesitant. "I don't know, Seonghwa. I've just been feeling so down..."

"That's exactly why we should go out," he insisted gently. "A change of scenery could do wonders. How about we go to the Han River? We can ride a two-person bike. It'll be fun, I promise."

Y/n considered his suggestion, and after a moment, she nodded. "Okay, let's do it. Maybe a little fresh air will help."

Seonghwa's smile widened. "Great! Let's go."

They quickly got ready, and soon they were on their way to the Han River. The weather was perfect—sunny with a gentle breeze. The sight of the river sparkling under the sunlight and the vibrant greenery around it already began to lift Y/n's spirits.

At the bike rental stand, Seonghwa secured a two-person bike. They both laughed as they figured out how to coordinate their pedaling. Once they got the hang of it, they cycled along the scenic path, the wind in their hair and the sun warming their faces.

"This is really nice, Seonghwa," Y/n said, her voice filled with genuine happiness. "Thank you for bringing me here."

"I'm glad you like it," he replied, glancing at her with a smile. "It's important to take breaks and enjoy life, even when things get tough."

They continued to ride along the river, stopping occasionally to take in the beautiful views. At one point, they found a quiet spot to rest and sat down on the grass. Seonghwa pulled out a couple of bottles of water and some snacks from his backpack, and they enjoyed a small picnic together.

As they talked and laughed, Y/n felt the weight of her worries lifting. Seonghwa's presence was comforting and uplifting, and she realized how much she appreciated having him in her life.

"You know, Seonghwa, I've been feeling so isolated and down, but today has really helped me see things differently," Y/n said softly. "Thank you for being here for me."

Seonghwa reached out and gently took her hand. "You're welcome, Y/n. I care about you, and I want to see you happy. Anytime you need a friend, I'll be here."

Y/n squeezed his hand, feeling a warmth spread through her. "I'm really glad we're friends, Seonghwa. You've made a big difference in my life today."

They sat there, hand in hand, watching the river flow peacefully by. In that moment, they both felt a deep connection growing between them—a bond that went beyond friendship.

As the sun began to set, painting the sky with hues of orange and pink, they rode the bike back to the rental stand. The day had been filled with laughter, adventure, and heartfelt moments, leaving both of them feeling closer than ever.

Seonghwa walked Y/n back to her apartment, their steps unhurried as they continued to talk and enjoy each other's company. When they reached her door, Y/n turned to him, her eyes filled with gratitude and affection.

"Today was amazing, Seonghwa. Thank you for everything," she said, her voice sincere.

Seonghwa smiled, his heart full. "It was my pleasure, Y/n. I had a great time too."

They stood there for a moment, the world around them fading away as they shared a quiet, meaningful gaze. Then, with a warm hug, they said their goodbyes.

As Seonghwa walked away, he couldn't help but feel hopeful about the future. Today had shown him just how special Y/n was to him, and he looked forward to many more days of sunshine and happiness together.

And as Y/n closed her door, she felt a sense of peace and optimism she hadn't felt in a long time. Seonghwa had not only cheered her up but had also given her a reason to look forward to tomorrow.

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theloveoftoms · 3 years ago

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hi! could u write something about lit and the reader cuddling and theyre just like being cute and cozy together blahblahblah u get what im saying<33

Cozy - Kit Connor x reader

Summary: Kit and you get cozy on the couch.

A/N: I got this request, and I had lots of fun writing this piece. I hope that you like it, it isn’t as strong as my others, but I hope that it makes you smile! This is one of the first requests that I’ve done, so I hope you enjoy. Also sorry it took forever to reply to, I’m still on vacation haha, but I’ll be back home on Saturday. Happy reading - mac

“I guess we could watch tv or something?” Kit said after the two of you had finished listening the back side of the queen record that was playing. “Maybe there will be a movie on that we can watch?”

“Sounds good,” you said, flipping off the record player, “if not, we can always check on Netflix too.”

You followed Kit over to the living room, it being his house and all, and watched as he flipped the television on. Kit took a seat, as did you, beside him.

The two of you were sitting closer than “just friends” but far enough away to be “something less than lovers.” This was another parallel in your confusing relationship.

Your relationship with Kit, as lovely as it was, could be confusing at times. The two of you knew that you shared mutual feelings of fondness for one another, but neither of you had acted upon them just yet.

After flipping channels for a while, Kit stumbled upon the 90’s hit staring Tom Hanks and Meg Ryan, “You’ve got Mail.” Your favourite movie.

“You still like this one right?” Kit asked, relaxing back into the sofa letting his arms rest on the top of the grey cushions.

You turned to face him with smiling eyes, “are you kidding?! I love this film!”

Kit looked at you with kind eyes, “and we have our show to watch!”

The two of you sat in silence, occasionally making a remark about the plot or the characters, you were comfortable and at ease in kits presence.

“Mind if I turn this up a bit?” You asked, noticing the remote on the coffee table in front of you.

“Go ahead!” Kit said, “you should have said something if it was too quiet.”

You shook your head, “well, the part with the music is always louder!”

Little did Kit know that you needing to turn up the volume on the tv was just a way to re adjust your seating position on the couch.

Sitting back down, you inched yourself closer to kit, now the two of you only inches away. Your hips pressed together lightly and gently.

You looked to kit, smiling lightly, “is this okay?”

Kit laughed, grinning, putting right his arm around your shoulders. Pulling you into an side embrace. “So I see that the volume of the tv didn’t need adjusting after all,” he laughed.

You rolled your eyes, running a hand through his blonde hair, tousling it around in a loving matter. “I suppose so!”

You could feel the warmth of kits body radiating through his grey sweats and navy hoodie, his side pressed up against yours, his sting arm around your side. His scent was clean and woodsy, something along the lines of sandalwood and the warmth of a fall night.

The two of you lay intertwined on the couch, comfortable with one another, in a cozy embrace.

“Well aren’t you two all cuddly,” a young voice from behind said.

The two of you turned your heads to find kits younger sister standing there with a grin on her face.

You turned to Kit, smirking, “well I suppose we are.”

Kit smiled at you, “very cuddly indeed.”

#kit connor x y/n #i love kit connor #kit connor #heartstopper #x reader

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justasparkwritings · 4 years ago

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Troll In Luv: Part 2

Previous: Troll in Luv Pt. 1

Pairing: Park Jimin x Reader

Genre: Enemies to Lovers / Exes to Lovers; Non-Idol AU, Angst eventual Fluff

Rating: PG-17

Word Count: 5.3k

Warnings: Swearing, Making Out, Kissing

Summary: Your hand is forced, and the only way to come out on top is to reckon with your ex and apologize for past transgressions... er tweets.

Note: This fic is dedicated to, written for, the incomparable @xjoonchildx, who I have been lucky enough to be paired with. A major fan, this was an intimidating endeavor, and I’m kind of in love with what I’ve created for her. And if she hates it it’s totally trash... jk. mostly.

This piece is for the #thebtswritersclub fic exchange!

Banner by me.

Tag List (is this how you do it no ones ever asked before): @unicornbabylover

Thursday: Jimin’s Apartment

Jimin hadn’t just moved on up, he’s leveled up completely. Gone were the Ikea pieces that he’d spent hours assembling, only to realize they’d given him the wrong part and he’d had to trek back to the store to rectify it. Gone were the plastic plates and cups he’d collected from Penny Pitchers at the bar across campus. Gone were the free t-shirts and dance company sweats he’d torn or cut to make them more comfortable for practice.

In their place, Jimin had picked out custom fabrics to cover his chairs, found small batch glass plates and bowls to line his open kitchen shelves. He’d sourced a Persian rug from a little hole in the wall shop that had been in the neighborhood for seventy years and had runners made from their remnants. He’d curated his space, and his wardrobe, to fit the Jimin he’d always been. Each piece made up for the times that he could only hold onto cheap knock offs, embarrassed when someone noticed a shirt he was wearing from a bag they’d donated to Goodwill.

Stepping into his space, it was hard not to gawk. Every inch of this apartment screamed maturity, knocking you off your feet. Had you been missing out on this for years? This Jimin, adult Jimin, was far more impressive than you’d realized. It was hard not to feel your heart hurting, yearning for the years you had been together, the moments shared, the love that had blossomed in your youth.

This was going to be more devastating than you realized.

“Can I get you something to drink?” Jimin asked. He took your jacket and purse, hanging them on the steampunk inspired coat rack.

“Um, water would be good, thanks,” You said, moving through the entry way to the kitchen. “How long have you lived here?”

“Uh, two years? But I just finished decorating maybe a month ago,”

“It’s incredible,”

“Thanks, how’s the magazine?”

“A fucking shit show,” You took the glass from his hands, careful not to let his fingers brush against yours.

“Hoseok mentioned that things have been getting more, challenging?”

“Yeah, that’s the nice way of putting it.”

“Hm,” Jimin hummed, sipping his own water.

“How’s your job? I don’t, I know Hoseok and Tae and Jungkook have told me about what you do, but, what do you do?” You phrased your question carefully, knowing precisely what he has been up to. You’ve seen his campaigns, his work on water bottles and stickers around the city, not to mention his designs being picked up by Target and thrown onto pillows, blankets and beach towels. He’d won an award last year for his artwork that had been picked up and used as the home screen on the most recent Mac Book, Mac Book Pro and Mac Book Air. He was being considered as a new graphic artist for Penguin Publishing, working on new book jackets as well as negotiating a seven-figure deal with Target, only to be outbid by Costco.

Jimin was everywhere, but he absolutely didn’t need to know that you knew that. He didn’t need to know how angry you were that neither of you actually ‘won’ your breakup.

“Well, I graduated with a degree in graphic design and a minor in dance. After I discovered I didn’t want to dance professionally, I got a job in graphics. I kept working on projects and three years ago started my own company. My work has been in a lot of different places, which, I’m sure you’ve seen,” Jimin sipped his water, pouted lips glistening as the liquid graced over them.

“Awfully cocky,” You smirked, long lasting Charlotte Tilbury, Glastonberry purple lipstick marking the glass.

“Or I know you well enough to know that you’ve been keeping tabs on me,” Jimin had no need to be cocky, he knew he was right. All he had to do was be confident.

“That’s an awfully big assumption for you to make. But it’s cool, it explains why your apartment is Architectural Digest ready. Unless, you have a girlfriend with excellent taste who designed it all,” You were baiting him, and in the internal monologue that never shut the fuck up, you were beating yourself up over the fact that Erin had been correct.

Jimin rolled his eyes, “Why don’t you just ask if I’m seeing someone?”

“Now why would I be that direct?” You questioned.

“You’ve been sitting behind a computer screen, trolling me for years instead of just talking to me. I should’ve expected you to find some roundabout way to ask if I’m single,” Jimin set his glass on the countertop and crossed his arms over his chest, defiance brooding in his dark eyes.

“Look, I know it’s fucked up, that I’m fucked up. It is the sole purpose of me going to therapy,” You explained.

“I would hope so,” Jimin scoffed. He’d never been indifferent to you, but you supposed you couldn’t expect anything less than anger after years of unwarranted harassment. Mentally, you kicked yourself over the fact that Claire had been right.

“Jimin,” You sighed.

“What?” He snapped.

“I’m sorry,” You stared into his softening eyes, the ones you’d spent years trying to replace, burning the memories into your retinas once again.

“Sorry for what?”

“For everything,”

“Care to be more specific?” He moved towards you, gliding from the far side of the kitchen to stand opposite you, elbows leaning against the cool granite of the countertop he custom ordered.

“I have loved you since we were fifteen, okay? When you left, when I left,” You sighed, there was never going to be a poetic or graceful way to lay out your tumultuous feelings, but you owed it to yourself to try. “I never told you how much I loved you, or how much it hurt when you just, you moved on so quickly, and I didn’t know how to tell you that I didn’t want you to. I didn’t want to break up, I didn’t want to fall into another cliché of high school sweethearts preemptively breaking each other into pieces because of college. I wanted us to be the cliché that lasted, that worked. But you just, I’ve been hurting for years and I didn’t think you’d care, because you didn’t back then, so why would you now?”

“So, you harassed me on the internet?” Jimin asked.

You rolled your eyes. “It didn’t start out that way,”

“How did it start?”

“Someone sent me a link to your profile, and I just, retweeted with a stupid comment and you responded. In my gut, I thought, I felt, that you knew it was me. Why else would you engage with it? You didn’t engage with anyone else,” Your rehearsed explanation made perfect sense, you’d spent years crafting it, tweaking the language, ensuring there were no loopholes.

“You checked?” Jimin’s smirk was back. Fuck him, it looked good against his angelic eyes.

“I’m a journalist, Jimin,”

“Still, you checked,”

“The point is, I’m sorry. I’m sorry I’ve been needling you for years. I’m sorry I didn’t just tell you how much I loved you, I’m sorry I’ve been a massive bitch, rivaling only Heather Chandler. I’m sorry for not telling you sooner, and I’m sorry Claire wrapped you up in this stupid article that I am no longer participating in. I’m sorry that even after I changed my fucking Twitter handle and you knew it was me, that I kept being a mythic bitch. I’m sorry for being the villain in your life.”

“I’m sorry too,” Jimin rushed to say.

“What do you have to be sorry for?”

“I was a coward back then, too scared by what Yoongi and Namjoon said about dating in college. I should’ve, I should’ve fought for us more than I did.” He admitted.

It hadn’t taken him long to realize the colossal mistake he had made, but by then Yoongi and Joon had planted the seeds in his mind that no one in their right mind makes it with their high school sweetheart. What a naïve notion, to stay with the same person you’ve loved since puberty.

“Remember when you came back for my dad’s wedding?” You asked.

“I regret that,” Jimin told you.

“I cried for two days,”

“I’m sorry,” He couldn’t look at you, his years of unsaid apologies waiting behind his pouting lips.

“It was such a dick move.”

Jimin smiled softly, he had missed the way you over exaggerated your speech, adding emphasis to superlatives, the slight way your eyes rolled when you were trying to make a point. A habit you’d developed in high school, he was glad to see you hadn’t replaced it with a new inane ritual. He still very much liked this one, found it endearing even after years of missing out on it.

“I know,” He conceded.

“I can only assume it was on purpose.”

“It, yeah, yeah, Hoseok said you were getting cozy with Seokjin,” He explained.

“I was,” You nodded.

“Was?”

“He broke my heart, sometime after you showed up to New Years with what’s her name on your arm and proceeded to make the after-hours dance party in Dirty Dancing look like the Russian Ballet. Oh, and can’t forget you nearly fucking her in the kitchen as the ball dropped, which Yoongi made a very dirty joke about it.”

You hadn’t kept a list of all his transgressions… but you had kept a list of all his transgressions, all his missteps, all his calculated moves, only to plan your own counterstrike. Erin had been right, you had started the Twitter battle, but Jimin had poisoned the blood between you long before you tweeted about it.

“I was drunk,” He excused.

“You did it on purpose,” You rolled your eyes, Jimin had forgotten how cute that was too.

“I did,” He conceded.

“I wasn’t fucking Seokjin on the dance floor for everyone to see,” You tossed back the rest of your water, eyes glancing at the living room where a framed photo remained. Prom, you in his arms, Hoseok beside you, Namjoon eyeing Caitlin Anderson, his date that you had made a point to not allow in the photo. She wasn’t sticking around, why ruin your group pic? (Namjoon still was pissed about this, though he hadn’t spoken to her since he left for college.) You were all too preoccupied with rules to drink, do drugs or smoke, so while your classmates were getting wrecked, you went bowling until 2AM. Jimin had climbed into your bedroom, after supposedly dropping you off, and you’d promised each other the world.

It didn’t last through summer.

Jimin sighed, a hand running through his bleached locks, tugging gently at the ends. “You weren’t.”

“You didn’t have anything to prove, Jimin. I had already gotten the message. Too fucking loud and too fucking clear.” Your voice became small, the heart of your hurt, the source of your pain, bubbling up to the surface.

“What was that message?” Jimin noted the change in your dynamic, your hand moving to play with the earring in your top hole, twirling it thoughtlessly as your eyes drug themselves from your prom photo back to him.

“That you didn’t want me,” You whispered.

Jimin let it sit in the air, the real reason you had harassed him, the real reason you were sitting in his kitchen, tears forming, lip trembling. This entire time, you had thought he didn’t want you anymore, didn’t love you, didn’t think you were his sun and moon.

“Is that why Seokjin broke up with you?” He asked.

“That he didn’t want me?” You questioned. He was toeing the line, danger signs would’ve been flashing, horns and sirens wailing telling Jimin to back the fuck off.

“No, that you still wanted me,” He clarified.

“Yeah, something like that,” You mumbled.

“I wanted you too,” Jimin admitted.

“Bullshit,”

“You think I would bring around random girls if I didn’t think you would be there? That I would parade around, embarrassing myself, just to show off whoever was on my arm? Do you really think that little of me?” Jimin demanded, his anger that he’d long thought he’d worked through coming back to the surface. He was no longer calm, no longer sympathetic to your puppy dog eyes.

“Jimin, I don’t know what to think of you! You broke my heart because of something Yoongi said, Yoongi, who doesn’t date let alone love anyone other than Jungkook, and then proceeded to what, listen to Namjoon?” Standing from your seat, you pushed the stool back under the immaculate white countertop. “What the fuck did they know about our relationship that I didn’t? Why were they making decisions about us, us, you and me, Jimin? Why did they have power and I had none?”

“I was, I was scared,” He admitted, his voice meek against your thunderous admissions.

“Bullshit! I was scared, you were cavalier.”

“You don’t meet your person when you’re fifteen!” He yelled, anger coming to a head.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” You’re yelling back, returning decibel for decibel. Stool pushed back, hand through your hair, blazer coming off to reveal the cheetah print blouse underneath. It was too hot in his apartment, too hot to have this conversation sober, too hot to be staring at him, the man who knew everything, everything, about you. It was too much for him to be confessing that he was a pussy.

“No, I’m not,”

“Park Jimin, you fucking asshole.”

“I’m so-

“No, no you’re not. If you were sorry, you wouldn’t be standing in front of me, trying to pawn off your emotions as fodder in some naïve fallacy that says you can’t grow and mature with the person you love at fifteen. You are absolutely fucking unbelievable Jimin.” Untucking your shirt, you moved towards the living room and the open window.

“I’m so-

“Shut up! You don’t get it, do you?” You asked, the tears stinging your eyes begging to be released.

“Get what?” He muttered. You hear him plop down on the couch, and you know he’s slumped back, legs resting against the reclaimed wood coffee table, hands tucked behind his head, watching you.

“You, Jimin! Do you understand who you are?” You turned, the cool air soothing against your shoulders.

“I thought I did but apparently not, so enlighten me,” He requested.

“You love harder than anyone I’ve ever met. You crave love, you seek it out from your friends and family and yes, your girlfriends. You remember every detail, every expression, every glance carries weight in your eyes. You love the hardest, you hurt the deepest, and when you said you didn’t think we’d make it, what else was I supposed to do other than believe you?”

“I was an idiot! I was a child!” Jimin ran an unsteady hand through his locks, again, his nervous habit coming out in full force. “I was 18 and all I wanted was to elope, but I couldn’t because I had to make a name for myself. My parents demanded it from me, what was I to do, get lost in you? I was already drowning Y/N! All I breathed was you and fuck me if I wasn’t ready to commit to you but I knew you didn’t want to be the Topanga to my Cory so what could I do?”

“There are a lot of things you could’ve done! You could’ve said something to me. You could’ve been amicable. You could’ve shared your fears and your hopes with me, Jimin. You didn’t have to parade around with girlfriend after girlfriend and tell me you didn’t want us anymore!”

“I thought you were falling in love with someone else!” Jimin said.

“Why does it matter what I was doing? Whenever you saw me, did you see me flaunting my new relationship in your face? Why did you, why would you think that I was ever over you?”

“You were with Seokjin for two years,” Jimin answered, it wasn’t a lie, but it wasn’t the whole truth either.

“Oh, so I have a stable relationship and you assume it’s okay to be a dick?” You quipped. Sitting on the couch, your body relishes in the ease with which you let off a little tension.

“No, you had someone else,” Jimin turned, arm propped on the back of the couch, body facing yours.

“Doesn’t mean you had the right to treat me the way you did,” You hadn’t been this close to him in years, his breath mingling with yours. You could see the crinkles near his eyes, from moments when his laughter was the only thing on his mind.

“I wanted to marry you,” Jimin reached his hand towards yours, intertwining your fingers, still a perfect fit.

“But you didn’t,” You remind him.

“I haven’t,” Jimin’s eyes were set your hand, your ring finger naked, heated gaze willing a diamond to be made out of the hair around you.

“Jimin,”

“We’ve been here for hours, we’ve rehashed the past, but not once have you said why you kept trolling me,” He turned his eyes back to yours, pleading softly for you to tell him that what he thinks you mean is truth, not willful thinking.

“Because, Jimin. You’re so fucking dense sometimes,” You rolled your eyes, how did he not get it?

“Because isn’t an-

“I love you! You fucking asshole. I love you. I keep tabs on you because I’m still harboring some insanely poetic, pathetic, sociopathic love for you, Jimin. My first love, my only love. I know I’ve been a massive twat, I know it, and I’m sorry. I’m sorry for ruining the last five or so years of your life, I’m sorry for tweeting at you and about you. I’m sorry that I never said anything to you during college. I’m sorry I asked your mom not to tell you that we still talk. I’m sorry that I can’t seem to let you go. I’m sorry that I still love you.”

The tears fell freely, cascading down your cheeks and neck, path only interfered when Jimin brought your face into his hands, thumbs moving meticulously to wipe the falling droplets. He’d always loved cupping your cheeks, holding your face delicately between his hands. He loved the intimacy, the care, the inability to hide anything from each other.

“Marry me,” Jimin said, voice clear over your sobs.

“What?”

“Let’s go to city hall, get a license, let’s just, get married. Now, right now,”

“Jimin, we’ve hardly-

“I know my mom talks to you, she told me. She’s always told me. I still, I still talk to your dad, too. He texts me like once a week,” Jimin confessed.

“You do?” You couldn’t believe it, your parents knew too?

“I’ve always loved you, always. I knew-

“You asshole! You fucking suck! Why did you make me pour out my heart like this only to tell me you fucking knew? Was this a ruse? Oh my god, are you The Duke? Am I Daphne? Quick, make haste to the gallery wall in your hallway so we can stare at the photos of your years without me and pretend that our hands touching isn’t the sexiest thing to happen since Regé Jean Page boxed shirtless,” You rambled in between wiping your dripping nose against your blouse sleeve. Words spilled from you, tumbled out from your lips at a speed you hadn’t reached in years. Jimin always knew how to get you so worked up air seemed like a luxury.

Jimin stood to retrieve a tissue box from the bathroom.

“This wasn’t a ruse; I didn’t know you’d come over to talk about our relationship, our past. I was going to reach out I just, I thought you hated me.”

He sat back down, this time closer, knee bumping against yours, leaning in to speak in docile tones.

“When have I ever hated you?” You questioned.

“I can think of at least one hundred occasions where you’ve said that you have,”

“Such an-

“And you keep calling me names,” Jimin rolled his eyes. You’ve always loved how he rolled his eyes, subtle and gentle, but deadly and effective.

“I love you means you don’t have to say you’re sorry, so I won’t say it again,” You countered. You couldn’t hide the smile on your lips.

“But I’ll say it, because while you’ve been angrily tweeting me, a poor attempt at showing your feelings,” Jimin braced for the contact of your hand against his shoulder, a gentle hit, accompanied by your own eyeroll and scoff. “Listen, I too have been an asshole. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. I do accept your apologies, and I do forgive you. I love you, always have,” Jimin had taken both your hands in his, and gently, he placed kisses on each of your knuckles.

“Jimin,” You murmured.

“What Y/N?”

“I accept your apologies. I love you, so much, and I’m sorry I wasted the last few years instead of just saying that I wanted us to try again.” You turned your hands over, mimicking his gesture by placing lingering kisses across the back of his hand.

“I’m sorry I didn’t fight for us during college. I’m sorry I brought girlfriends to family events, I’m sorry my actions made you think I stopped loving you.”

“You didn’t, right?” You peered up at him, lips leaving the palm of his left hand.

“Never,” Jimin held your gaze, watching as you sat up.

“Even when you were dating skanky girl number three, with the nose ring and the summer house in Montauk? That you brought home for spring break and asked if you could bring to Namjoon’s parent’s anniversary?” You questioned.

“You really want to rehash everything, don’t you?” Jimin chuckled, your ridiculousness knew no bounds.

“I mean, we don’t have to right now we-

“Can I kiss you?” Jimin leaned forward, cherry lips finding purchase on the delicate flesh on the inside of your wrists, a sensation that specialized in making your toes curl.

“You think that’s wise?” Your voice, a breathy groan embarrassingly needy, seemed to belong to someone other than you. Someone who needed Jimin to toss them over his shoulder and fuck into his $2,000 sheets.

Jimin laughed, “You were my first kiss, my first time, my first everything. You think now, as adults, kissing is going to ruin us getting back together?”

“I just mean that, do we need to let this simmer before we, you know,” You bobbled your head, hair moving around to match the giddiness bubbling inside of you.

“We don’t have to have sex,”

“Yeah,” You sighed, “but don’t you like, really want to?”

“And you call yourself a journalist!”

“Shut up!”

“You’re being ridiculous! Of course, I want to,” Jimin’s docile laugh sent a shiver down your spine.

“I am being cautious, I need to know that you, that you want this,” You reiterated.

It hurt to have to ask Jimin to give you something he already had, to give you his love again, to give you his trust. But it wasn’t you who ended this relationship, it wasn’t you who thought your relationship wouldn’t last through college. You knew you could work through it all; it was Jimin that walked away shattering your heart and your trust. It was Jimin who was scared of being with you, Jimin who needed to prove he was going to make this work. Jimin who had lost it all and needed to fight for you again.

“You’re asking me if I want to have sex with the love of my life, after years of not being able to touch her, to kiss her, to love her the way she’s earned?” Jimin asked.

“Yes,”

“To borrow a phrase from you, fuck you for thinking either one of us has any self-control. Especially when it comes to each other. How many tweets have we exchanged? How many times have you asked Hoseok about me, or my mother?” Jimin cupped your cheeks again, eyes darting from you slightly parted, purple stained lips to your eyes. “I’m in this, for good, and I will tell you every day until you believe me again.”

“Me too, though you should know I’ve picked up a few new habits I’m sure Taehyung has told you about,” You leaned into his touch, cheek warming at the light callouses that remained from his overeager workouts, and mic twirls he mastered in too many nights singing karaoke with Jungkook.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, I’ve started wrapping my hair. And I’m also still allergic to kiwi,” You reminded him.

“Good, who needs a slimy green fruit with too many seeds?”

“Truly no one, except Australians,” You laughed and your pun.

“Remember that day before senior year, when we got smoothies, but they didn’t tell you that they’d put kiwi in it, and you had to go the emergency room?” Jimin’s hands have dropped from your face, instead clapping together, head tossing back as his laughter overtook his body.

“Or the time after watching Friends, Joon decided he wanted to make a kiwi-lime pie despite the fact we told him not to put kiwi, and he did anyway?” You laughed with him, head leaning against the arm that he had extended across the back of the couch.

“You wanted to kill him,” Jimin agreed.

“He forgot he had put it in! Then forced me to try it! I still hear his voice, ‘Y/N, please just a bite. Please, I worked really hard on it, come on, just a taste, please’. I swear to you, Sara Bareilles heard him and saved it for the Waitressmusical,” You laughed.

“I don’t remember who was more pissed, your mom or you,” Jimin added.

“He offered to pay for my hospital visit,”

“He paid it all off, didn’t he?”

“Before the month had ended, he didn’t even work out a payment plan, and bought me a new EpiPen,” You couldn’t stop laughing. Namjoon, the ever-lovable oaf, had never stopped apologizing for badgering you into eating his fucking pie. You couldn’t even tell if it was good, the minute the kiwi hit your tongue, your body reacted.

“He’s always been, responsible,” Jimin was calming down, high pitched squeaks on longer radiating off his vocal cords.

“To a fault,” You sighed. “My mom gave it all back to him, she saved it for the day he graduated college and got into med school.”

“Was he shocked?”

“Pleasantly so,”

Jimin hummed in agreement, his arm moving to drape across your shoulders, your body relaxing back into him. Your head found its way to his shoulder, and slowly you breathed in his scent. He’d changed colognes since the last time you’d been this close, this vulnerable with him. You liked it, fresh and crisp, with undertones of sandalwood and something that smelled like Kimchi, though you knew Jimin enough to know he’d probably eaten some for lunch. You liked it, his warmth pulling you to him, the safety of his embrace reminding you of all the days and nights you’d spent just like this.

“Jimin?”

“Yes?”

“Did you, after we broke up did you ever, fall in love again?” You craned your neck to try and catch his expression.

“No, I got close, but I never did. Did you fall in love with Seokjin?”

“It’s complicated. I loved him, I did, but I wasn’t in love with him,” You moved ever so slowly out of his grasp, trying to gage his expression.

“Did you think you’d get married?” Jimin leaned closer. His movement, calculated and timid, hatched the cocoons in your stomach into full butterflies, beating wings against your insides.

“No, well,” You tilted your head, a habit from Hoseok, and licked your bottom lip. You should’ve remembered to put Aquaphor on your lips before leaving the cab. “One time I thought maybe we might work out, maybe we’d find a way through, well, you. But he never, he always kind of knew that my heart was still tied up with yours.”

Jimin watched as you wet your bottom lip, tongue gracefully moving to swipe across your flesh, hoping to take the place of your tongue with his own.

“Did he, did he bring me up when he-

“Dumped me?”

“Yeah,”

“Kind of,” You blinked quickly, eyes trying to discern if Jimin was in fact moving closer, or if your vision was playing tricks on you and trying to zoom in on him while he moved way.

“I’m sorry that I, that I was used against you. I’m -

“Jimin, as much as I would love to iron out the details of Seokjin dumping me, and I’m sure negotiating the terms of us getting back together, and naturally filling each other in on the last few years we’ve been apart…” You licked your lips again, “Your lips keep getting farther away from mine and I really, really need to kiss you.”

Jimin didn’t need to be told twice, and lunged forward, pinning you beneath him, hips pressing into yours, pressure of his body against you, holding you to him.

“I missed you,” Jimin said before closing the space between you, plump, soft and supple lips pressing aggressively against yours. You knew he’d be stained purple, the thought of him walking into whatever We-Work adjacent workspace his office was in, with purple tinted lips and bruised flesh, thrilled you.

Jimin had always been your favorite person to kiss. Tasting like nostalgia and 7/11 Slurpee’s that you’d split on summer days, half blue raspberry, half cherry, two large straws and a sugar hangover that almost always led to naps on the hammock in your mom’s backyard. Kissing adult Jimin, experienced Jimin, Jimin who had slept with other people besides you, was intoxicating. Skilled in the way he used his tongue against yours, nibbling your bottom lip before diving in, he’d learned a few new tricks that had you moaning underneath him.

“You know,” You started, his lips gnawing at the flesh of your neck, hot kisses and love bites decorating you a shade of purple you wished Charlotte Tilbury sold. “I still haven’t seen your bedroom.”

Jimin laughed, “Oh so now you’re going to be direct?”

“When have I ever been subtle?”

“Clearly not in your Tw-

“Jimin,” You interrupted, index finger silencing his lips. “Just, take me to your bed and make love to me. I promise, I swear, I won’t troll you on the internet ever again, okay?”

“Okay,” Jimin couldn’t stop smiling as he stood, adjusted the waistband of his flat front chinos, and reached for your hand. “Come on, we’ve got five and a half years and a shit ton of tweets to make up for.”

Rolling your eyes, you stood, hand in his and followed him down the hallway, past the gallery wall and into his bedroom, where you clocked another photo from high school, this time just you and Jimin, his parents and brother, smiling at high school graduation. You turned to him, ready to comment but cut off by his lips again, hands pulling you towards him, arms wrapping you in his embrace.

As you drowned in Jimin, in the way his bare skin felt against yours, how his hands moved, tender and lovingly on your skin, relearning routes and maps he’d written many moons ago, it was easy to remember why you’d fallen love with him, and even easier to remember why you’d never gotten the love you shared. Jimin was attentive, passionate, loving, giving… he took his time with you, waited for you to be ready, brought out the best in you in every situation. With his voice in your ear, his sounds overriding the previous iteration you’d had on lock from your teen years, his hips grinding into yours, reclaiming what he had once lost, Jimin rewrote the future you hadn’t been able to imagine since he broke your heart.

In his ministrations on your body, his love personified in how he made your toes curl, your mind blank, your body his, Jimin vowed to love you, to stand by you, to hate who you hate and love who you love. To feed your every obsession and call you on your bullshit. He promised to protect you, to ensure you never eat kiwi, and to tell you he loves you at least three times every day, beyond earning your trust, beyond you believing him, beyond putting a ring on your finger and giving you his last name (if you wanted to take it). He vowed to never leave, not when it gets tough, not when he is scared, not when you spew that you hate him, which you inevitably will. In return, you promised to give him the world, which he admittedly had whenever you were with him.

Love was complicated and messy… and it pissed you off to no end to know that all it took was a few years of dragging Jimin on Twitter to get the love of your life back.

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The reader having an office fling with Erik/Work Hubby

Warnings: SMUT

It’s gonna be two parts because it’s really long and detailed to start. LIKE & REBLOG

You wake up on a Monday morning after enjoying your short weekend to start another 9-5 workweek. Even though a part of you wished that you could work from home another part of you wanted to go into the office so you could see Erik. Your work boyfriend. On Saturday you got your hair done in some knotless box braids, went to the spa, and did a little bit of shopping for some new office attire. Today you decided to wear some of that office attire. Nude wrap skirt, a mauve colored wrap top with bell sleeves and some So Kate pumps in a nude color. Your boyfriend and Erik shared the same name but instead, your boyfriend’s name was spelled with a “C”, not a “K”. That boyfriend in question was a personal trainer and vlogger who traveled to try different restaurants mainly in Cali and NYC. He took a two week trip to NYC with a group of his guy friends. You were used to it and grew not to care so much about it. He was living his life to the fullest.

But were you living your life?

Working as a Secretary for an Environmental Technology company that makes billions of dollars gave excellent pay. The money is good but the only thing to look forward to is your gossiping friend Regina who sat in a cubicle directly next to you and Erik, the Lead Environmental Engineer who was also a Biomedical Engineer. He’s charming, witty, mesmerizing, attractive, hardworking, can be very headstrong at times, loves ramen, and has a cat named Paws. Erik with the “K” has you blushing whenever he locked eyes with you, stuttering while you both have random conversations during tea and coffee breaks, texted you funny memes during meetings when you were supposed to be taking notes, instant messages you from his cubicle computer to bug you saying things like:

-Wyd big head?

-Did Eric with the “C” see you leave the house today in that short ass skirt?

-Connie keeps talking to me with her funky ass breath. Help me 🥺.

-So, when are you going to boss up and get an office? I wanna be next to my work bae.

-You wanna get lunch together? My treat. It’s a surprise.

-I know you and Regina are gossiping about me 😌.

-I missed you after work yesterday.

He’s also the reason why you stayed later on Wednesday and Thursday nights. You would help him brainstorm ideas about improving pollution and what he should say in his speech about global issues such as climate change. He even asked you if you wanted to come with him to Alaska to test the water there but you hadn’t given him an answer yet. You really really wanted to but being alone with Erik wasn’t such a good idea. You were afraid to be in another location besides LA with him for reasons you’d rather not admit to.

After making Erik and yourself an egg white and veggie omelet with a Belgian waffle you headed out the door and to your Prius. Arriving at the office on time, you badge in and take the lobby elevators up to the fifth floor. Stepping off of the crowded elevator, you walk towards the newly decorated staff lounge to put away the food. It was 8:25 am and Erik wouldn’t be in for another ten to fifteen minutes. The lounge had Dunkin Donuts laid out and freshly brewed coffee. You fought the temptation of grabbing a chocolate glazed donut to go to your cubicle and boot your Mac desktop computer so you could check your company email. You said Goodmorning as you walked by. Regina was playing Candy Crush on her cell when you arrived.

“Goodmorning, Gina.” You placed your Chanel bag behind the desktop computer in your cubicle.

“Morning, sis,” Regina tapped away on her phone, “Did you sleep okay?”

“Better this time around, yes,” You flipped your box braids over your shoulder while leaning back in your office chair to talk to Regina, “I haven’t heard from Eric all weekend.”

“Which one?”

You pursed your lips, “You know which one.”

She laughs, “Erik with the C. What’s up with that?”

You shrug, “Don’t know and don’t care. He acts like he can’t answer my calls or texts so I can check up on him so I’ll act like he doesn’t exist.”

Regina gave you a knowing look, “I’m sure you and Erik with the K, aka Captain Planet, texted his work bae, Miss Y/N, all weekend long.”

You bite your bottom lip to fight a goofy smile.

“See,” Regina crosses her dark chocolate legs, “he’s not just your work bae. He’s Daddy.”

“Stop!” You throw a pen at her chest, before lowering your voice, “Erik and I are not having sex, Gina. We may flirt and text outside of work-“

“And during work hours,” Regina interjected.

“Like I said, we are not having sex-“

“Who’s not having sex?”

Regina and your head turned to stare up at Erik Stevens. He had his briefcase in one hand and a black coffee with extra brown sugar in his other hand. Tailored suit colored navy blue with gold cuff links. Burberry dress shoes on his feet. Vintage gold-plated oval eyeglasses over his onyx eyes. He gave Regina and you a teasing smile. The smile where he raised one corner of his mouth to reveal a single deep dimple.

“Y/N,” Regina answered with wide playful eyes.

“Oh?” Erik gave Y/N a mournful look, “Damn, ma. That’s too bad.”

You glare at them both, “I will ignore both of y’all the rest of the day if you keep fucking with me.”

You got up from your seat, pushing in your chair, and tried your best to ignore the snickering from them both. Walking away, Erik was right on your tail, his hand reaching out to grab your shoulder to stop you.

“Calm down, it’s all jokes,” he licks his full lips, “But seriously...no sex between you and your man?”

Groaning, you walk into the lounge to grab the food.

“Why are we having this conversation?”

“Because I’m concerned,” Erik turned his back to lean against the counter with his arms folded over his chest, “You know you can talk to me, right?”

You place his food inside the microwave to heat, “I know. It’s just embarrassing, Erik.”

Erik grabs your chin to make you stare at him instead of the microwave, “Don’t even give me that excuse. Remember, we shared a lot of embarrassing stories in this office after hours.”

How could you forget?

“Yeah...it’s boring, Erik. I’m sure you’re having the best sex of your life in your fancy penthouse. Probably having orgies with models and actresses. They love a sweet and caring guy,” Y/N said sarcastically.

Erik’s tongue grazes the inside of his cheek to stop himself from smiling, “Why orgies specifically?”

“Is that all you focused on?!!” You shove him before taking his food out, “gosh, I hate you.”

Erik takes a swig of his coffee, “which is girl code for gosh, I love you,”

You shook your head with a grin, “leave me alone.”

“Which means, give me attention,” Erik grabs both of your shoulders, before bringing his head around to plant a kiss on your cheek, “I know y’all female dictionary like the back of my hand.”

Your head turned to face him after his lips caressed your cheek. Now, that area was warm and ticklish. Erik grabs his food and walks over to one of the tables. That gave you some time to breathe and heat your food as a distraction. Why did he have to kiss you? It’s not like he’s never done it before but every time he did it, Erik made you melt and wish it were your lips instead.

“You make some bomb food, girl. I think I’m jealous of Eric with a C.”

“Says the guy who makes the best shrimp and grits I have ever tasted besides my grandma,” you take a seat in front of him. While you ate you watched him cut into his waffle covered in syrup. His long lashes curled each time he blinked and his lips were so pouty and kissable whenever he concentrates the way he does. You felt like a schoolgirl watching him eat.

“So,” Erik chews his food some more before talking, “Alaska.”

“What about it?” You play it off by cutting your omelet up.

“Y/N,” Erik raised his brow at you, “You know about Alaska this is my fourth time bringing it up.”

“When is it?”

“In a month,” Erik takes a swig of his coffee to wash down his food before leaning forward on his elbows to make you look at him, “it’s gonna be for a week, all paid for, a mini-vacay with skiing, Matanuska Glacier walk, and lunch, helicopter tour, cozy cabin...”

Erik tilted his head at you and smiled. You looked down at your food bashfully. It all sounded so tempting. You would love to go...

“I don’t know, Erik,” you shake your head, “Eric will be home and-“

“How many trips does he take leaving you home?”

“More than I can count,” you reply shamefully.

“Exactly. I ain’t tryna overstep but...” Erik left it at that and went back to his food. You slouch in your chair deep in thought. Erik has a point. Your boyfriend traveled whenever he pleased and didn’t even ask how you felt about it once. You respected that he wanted to drop his career as a teacher to travel, eat, and vlog. Not once did he suggest taking you on one of his food journeys. You honestly felt left out.

You deserve some fun too.

Moving your food around with your fork, you finally come to a decision.

“I’ll go.” You spoke softly as if you couldn’t believe you’d just agreed to it.

“Seriously?” Erik asked with his eyes unblinking and on yours.

“Yes,” you let out a breath, “I’ll go to Alaska and have some fun for once. I haven’t been out of town in so long it’ll feel good to go.”

Alaska with Erik Stevens. For an entire week. Just you and him. Your knees shook under the table.

“See,” he smirked while stabbing a piece of omelet with his fork, “It’s crazy how I had to ask your ass four times total to come with me.”

“Why is that crazy?” You asked with a laugh.

“Because it never takes a woman this long to say yes to me,” he says in a very boastful manner.

“I’m not your woman though,” you say before you could even stop yourself.

“You are my woman,” Erik rested his tongue on his upper lip before grinning, “just at work and without the sex, kissing, taking showers together-“

“Okay, you made your point, boyfriend.” You stop him before he continued.

“Does Eric know about me?”

“A little,” you look towards the ceiling, “ he’d probably cancel all his travel plans if he knew how you looked.”

Erik bit into his bottom lip, “how do I look, Y/N?”

“Fine as hell,” you giggle as if you were drunk, “He already thinks he’s the finest thing walking.”

“That’s your man though,” Erik chuckles, “You think he’s fine, right?”

“I mean, yeah, of course.”

Both of you laugh.

“I swear,” you wave him away, “you play too much.”

“Don’t make me steal you away from him.” Erik laughed. His laugh made your stomach do summer salts.

“Okay, Erik,” you speak in a dismissive tone.

“I mean, I could though.”

“Why do you insist on playing?! If I was single-“

“You would be mine,” Erik finished.

“You can have any woman you want. Why me?”

Erik scanned your body at that table, “Really? What you mean? Have you seen yourself, ma?”

“Stop,” you giggle. He can’t be serious. Erik is a flirt but why on earth would he play like this?

“You always think a nigga playing when I say that shit.” He sounded offended. You didn’t have a reply for that. Avoiding his intense eyes you finished your food while Erik closed his empty container and placed it on the counter next to the thermal lunch bag you brought the food in.

“Aight let me get to my desk,” he grabs his coffee and walked up towards you. Erik moves your box braids from your shoulder before grabbing the back of your neck gently. The feel of his smooth fingertips on your skin made the hairs on the back of your neck and arms rise.

“I’ll see you later, babe.”

You blush with a mouth full of food, “Okay, I’ll see you later too, baby.”

His fingers left your neck and combed through your box braids before he walked away and out of the lounge. You were so preoccupied with his fingers on the back of your neck and in your hair that you lost your appetite.

——

You stood at Regina’s cubicle halfway listening to her speak and the other half focusing on Erik in his office. He looked bored as hell. Your eyes watched him ball up random printer paper from his fax machine to shoot into his document waste basketball hoop that he had in the corner near the door. He made it perfectly every time. Erik had the coolest office out of all the other Environmental Engineers. Besides the typical Newton’s Cradle pendulum balls that’s a famous desk accessory, he had a tropical tabletop fountain, stress relief visual illusion toys, stainless steel pin art hand mold, darts, a Rubik’s cube, Nintendo switch, and many other cool and fun shit.

“Girl,” Regina said chewing on a granola bar, “You’re not even paying attention to me.”

“I am,” You allow your eyes to fall on her accusatory ones, “I’m just...looking around.”

“No,” Regina puts up a hand to stop you, “You’re looking at Erik.”

Both Regina and yourself look over at him, spotting Erik walking back and forth now with his suit jacket removed and the sleeves of his white dress shirt rolled up. He was finger juggling a pen with his right hand while speaking into a Bluetooth in his ear.

“You might as well let him ruin you, Y/N,” Regina says with a whisper.

“Oh my God, Gina,” you stomp across the carpeted floor in your pumps before taking your seat again to finish organizing in Microsoft Excel.

“He could flirt with any other woman in here. Connie, Demetria, Anita, Nicole, any of those chicks, but he chooses you. Why is that, Y/N?”

“I don’t know, Gina, enlighten me,” You roll your eyes.

“No need. You already know. Erik is feeling you, heavy baby. Heavy like that ass in that skirt that we both know you purposefully wore today to make him look.”

“OKAY.” You stop her with an abrupt tone, “Fine. Yes, Gina. Yes, I know Erik is feeling me. But I am in a relationship and I can’t just-“

“Heffa, please,” Regina laughs, “don’t even try that shit with me. You are feeling him just the same. You and Eric with the C don’t even exist when you walk in here. It’s obvious you don’t want to be with that man anymore and I wouldn’t be surprised if he is fucking some chick in NYC and secretly taking her on his little food quests. You can look at me like that all you want but deep down you know I’m speaking facts.”

“Gina,” you speak with a warning, “I will throw this stapler at your head next.”

“Won’t. Change. The. Truth,” Regina flips her long ponytail.

A part of you did believe that Eric was cheating on you. It was so obvious at times but you didn’t want it to come to that. You and Eric have been together for about five years. But then again, that shit doesn’t matter. If it did, he would be worried about fixing the relationship instead of traveling for views.

Ping Ping

-Here comes Connie. Let me take a big gulp of air before she walks in here.

Erik instant messaged you. You snicker like a child doing some sneaky shit. He was so damn goofy.

-Damn. Why don’t you just offer her some gum?

-If I do that she’ll know I think her breath stink.

-Just play it cool. Have some sitting out, grab a piece, and offer her a stick. It’s that simple.

-she talks too damn much. Just talk to me about the Alaska job so I can be prepared. That’s why I’m glad you’re coming with me.

You looked up over your cubicle to watch Connie talking animatedly while Erik swivels in his chair from side to side.

Catch my eye.

Onyx met chestnut.

Erik covered his mouth with his fist to hold in his laughter before placing his hand up at Connie, from what it looked like, to reassure her that he wasn’t laughing at what she’d said.

-want me to drag her out of there by that takky blouse?

-Why are you such a gangsta, girl? LOL aight, come handle my light work, ma

-not before I get a hospital mask so I don’t breathe in her toxic fumes. Llab

-😂😂😂😂😂 straight stupid.

You snicker again.

“What is so damn funny?” Regina peered over at you with curious eyes.

“Just IM with Erik,” you bite the gel acrylic on your thumb nail to smother your giggles, “He can’t stand Connie.”

“Mhm,” Regina smiles, “y’all so damn cute just get married already.”

-she’s gone 😁

-let's celebrate lol.

Erik sends fireworks through the IM. You send balloons.

-enough about her. I see you 👀

-what’s that?

-you showing off. That attire is hella tight. What you doing with all of that?

-nothing. Lol, why do I have to be doing something?

-I know you wore that for my eyes only. I feel special.

Your fingers hovered over the keyboard. He was going down that lane. You weren’t prepared but still, you typed away.

-I figured you would appreciate it since my man wasn’t home to admire it before I left.

-Yo’ nigga got some screws loose because I wouldn’t be away letting my girl walk out the house like that.

-like what?

-with all that ass sitting in that skirt.

-can’t help that I have a lot to work with.

-ain’t no problem for me. If you were fucking with me Y/N I’d make you forget your name. Real talk.

You crossed your legs under the desk and rubbed the back of your neck. If he fucking bitches to make them forget their identities then that means his dick really ain’t nothing to play with.

-nothing to say huh?

-I’m just thinking.

-about what? Talk to me.

-why you really want me to come to Alaska with you.

-😌

-well? You’re gonna tell me why?

-Because I want you to myself.

-So I can show you something you’ve been missing.

-Eric ain’t putting it down on my work bae like he should be.

You were so damn nervous. Day by day Erik would grow more frustrated with Eric and your situation. Like Regina said, just let Erik ruin you. It’s a shame to say that you haven’t had sex in about a month. It was just you, your fingers, and your favorite vibrator. It could be Erik, his fingers, his dick, his mouth, and multiple orgasms.

-He’s not. It’s been too long. ☹️

-You ain’t gotta tell me how long. I can see it in your body language.

You twirl a braid in your hand. Looking away from your computer, you try to be discreet, bringing your eyes to peer over the top of your cubicle into Erik’s office. He was drinking a bottle of water while his eyes concentrated on the computer screen with knitted brows. He placed his bottle on the desk and leaned in, typing again.

Ping ping

-Don’t ignore me before I walk over there.

-ooooo I’m scared.

-Aight, bet. I’m coming.

-I want you to think long and hard about that, Stevens.

You were flustered, wet, shaken up that he wanted to “show you” what you’ve been missing, and willing to risk it all if he left his office space to come to talk to you.

-that’s what she said. 😈

You chuckle. He could turn any topic into sex.

“Hey, Erik,”

You look up to find him standing next to your cubicle while Regina looked at the both of you with interest. You stand from your seat, ready to get yourself some water but Erik has your shoulders.

“Where you going?” His husky voice tickled your ear.

“For some water.”

Erik starts massaging your shoulders lightly.

“Can I come with you? I need to stretch my legs.”

“Whatever, I don’t care.” You lead the way.

But you did care. You wondered what he was up to. Now that you walked ahead of him with that very tight wrap skirt on you felt exposed like he has x-ray vision and can see your phat dimpled cheeks bounce and sway. Thank God for an empty lounge. You walk over to the fountain, grabbing a cup, and Erik was right on your side, holding the tap down for you. Your cheeks poke out to hide your blush.

“Thank you,” you speak softly. His eyes were intent on you. Not once did you give in and look his way while drinking that ice-cold water. Suddenly unable to breathe you back up a little to make some space between you two. Erik followed with his hands in the pockets of his slacks.

“Don’t you have a ton of work to do?” You ask to try and divert the attention away from you. Too late. Erik was determined to make you weak in front of him.

“I do but we have a long day, ma. I’ll get it done. I just couldn’t stand being away from my work bae.”

You rub your fingers along the wet cup, “I’m convinced now that you only come to work to be near me.”

“I’m cool with that,” He shrugs, “I could be a whole lot of things if it wasn’t for your man who’s supposed to be home with you.”

“He’ll be back-“

“And then he’ll be gone again,” Erik let’s out a sigh, “We’re playing too many games, Y/N. I’m tired of the flirting back and forth when I know you really want me. Stop coming in here to impress me with these bomb-ass outfits. I’ve been impressed for over a year now.”

Erik closed the space between you both, pressing his chest against your fuller one. You look over his shoulder to make sure no one was coming and when the coast was clear you focused your heated gaze on him.

“I’m tryna undress you with my fucking hands, not my eyes.” Erik takes his fingers to play with the bow of your wrap skirt, “You feel what I’m saying?”

You couldn’t speak. Your eyes were to busy admiring this gorgeous man who wanted to fuck you. His inviting eyes saw exactly what you wanted. A long, hard, fuck. Taking his fingers, Erik grabs your chin delicately to stroke. He made you feel so precious and desired.

“So, can I do that?” Erik asked with his lips kissing along your jawline. Your eyes landed on the door to check it and still, no one was there.

“Can I take care of you, ma?”

Yes.

You had this look in your eyes, this look that said, please, Daddy, come fuck me. He smelled so damn good. So invigorating and moisturizing. You could make out a hint of exotic arabica coffee and coconut oil on the skin of his neck.

“No,” you lick your upper lip, “No, you can’t.”

His lips found yours. He swallowed that no with his full lips and tongue. Both of you knew that your answer was disbelieving when your hands came up to wrap around his neck. That was a green light for Erik. His hands came around your waist, and then down to cup your ass. He would alternate between rubbing your spine and making your cheeks bounce in his hands. Erik rests his chin on your shoulder so he could peer behind you to watch his hands squeezing all that ass on you. He would let it go and watch it bounce before slapping it lightly so he wouldn’t make a lot of noise. You felt your heart in your throat. Now, his crotch was pressed into yours. Long and hard indeed. Let’s not forget thick.

“You free tonight?” He whispered in your ear.

“Yeah,” you could feel him lifting you from the floor to sit your bottom on the counter. He was between your legs while your hands reach for his tie to tug on. It distracted you from being so nervous. His hands rested on your exposed upper thighs rubbing your warm skin in slow circles to sooth you. All he was doing was killing you. His touch was so soft and gentle but under all of that was a rough dominating grasp that you yearned for

You weren’t sure which throbbing you wanted to quiet more—the throbbing between your legs or the throbbing from your heartbeat against your chest. All those daydreams about rubbing your swollen pussy lips all over Erik’s face until you came. Now that the both of you crossed yet another line——the touching and kissing line, there was no telling what would happen next. Sex after hours in the office on his desk? Walks to the parking lot only to fuck in the back seat of his car? Happy hour on Friday evenings only to get drunk and have sex at his penthouse?

“Can I come over to keep you company?”

“I don’t know, E. This office fling situation can fuck with both of our jobs.” You nibble on your bottom lip the second his lips came into contact with your throat.

“Nobody gotta know,” his plush lips sought out yours again, “It can be our little secret, baby.”

“But what if someone does find out?”

“It won’t happen like that, trust me,” Erik grabs your hand to rest against his crotch. Erik was swelled to cum-inspiring proportions, making you want to finger-fuck yourself with mounting enthusiasm.

“Damn, Erik.” Now you were thinking about this office fling as a carnal delight after hours.

“I know, right? Imagine me walking around all day, watching you with these big titties...shapely legs...and round ass…”

You had the body, beauty, and brains. That meant that you seldom went unnoticed; especially not by Erik, your work bae. Your slant eyes and supple body reminded him of a jungle cat that, when tamed, purred like a kitten. He wanted to hear you mewl and whimper in his ear while his dick that was currently twisted and curved in his briefs bounced off the walls of your pussy. He could see the lust in your feline eyes how quickly you noticed his arched appendage. You were probably fantasizing about what wonderful things it could do for your G-spot.

“Keep looking at me like that and watch I finger-fuck this pussy right here,” Erik’s eyes went down to look at the Apple watch on his wrist, “It’s almost that time to eat. I’m tryna eat something else though…”

“Eat me?” You couldn’t control that slipping from your mouth.

“Slob on this yummy pussy,” his hand was between your legs now, caressing the outside of your saturated panties, “You gonna feed me?”

“Where?” You whisper.

“Shit, we can go to my car for lunch. I got tinted windows.” Erik was desperate to slide his tongue inside you.

“Erik, this is crazy.” You laugh faintly before he took your face into his hands, gazed into your eyes, and kissed you so urgently it felt as if you were floating away. You could think of nothing else but how good he made you feel. Erik explores your mouth with his tongue, not wanting you to miss an inch of how skilled he was using his mouth.

“You’ll be begging me to make this pussy feel good in a minute.”

You were relentless with your hands squeezing the weight of Erik’s curved erection in his black slacks. You really wanted to untuck his dress shirt, get down on your knees, and suck him with a wide-open mouth. Keep your mouth as wide-open as was physically possible—anxiously awaiting your reward.

“Don’t worry babe,” Erik gently pulls your hand away from his crotch, “wait for lunch and you can have me all to yourself, okay?”

———

You waited and waited. As soon as Erik left that lounge to go back to his desk a last-minute meeting was called and of course, you had to attend as well. Everyone got up from their designated spots to head to the conference room. You squeezed into the same elevator cart as Erik, moving to the back so you could be near him. On purpose, you settle in front of him. Erik’s hand reached out to play with your thick ass while you focused on your phone. That only lasted for about ten seconds because now you were on the 6th floor. Hungry for his touch again you allow everyone else to leave so he could slap your ass.

During the hour-long meeting, both of your eyes would meet and knowing smiles would appear on both of your faces. You didn’t like the fact that Demetria was seated next to him with her cleavage hanging out from her black blazer. She tried her best to make Erik notice her but he didn’t give a fuck about her thirsty actions.

It was well past lunchtime and most of the office had gone to either the food court in the building or outside to find something different to eat for a change. Your stomach was rumbling waiting for Erik. Groaning, you put your computer to sleep before grabbing your Chanel bag to leave for lunch by yourself. It wasn’t Erik’s fault, you knew that, but you couldn’t help being upset and sexually frustrated. No pussy eating or dick sucking in his G Wagon 550 SUV in a desert silver metallic color.

Eating alone was boring and lonely. You played with your Caesar salad and hardly even toughed the veggie lasagna. How were you supposed to feed your appetite when it was salivating for dick? You were so excited to finally hook up with Erik. Checking the time on your phone, you had about two hours left in your shift. You pack away the food and decide to save it for dinner tonight. Standing up, you push in the silver chair at the food court table, walking away with a click-clack of your So Kate pumps. You thumb the elevator button before slipping a piece of gum into your mouth. The doors open up and you enter, turning to watch them shut as your reflection appeared.

Ping ping

Erik -where did you go?

-To lunch. I was hungry.

Erik- Really? Why didn’t you wait for me?

-Because I was STARVING. Plus, you were busy.

Erik- I’m not busy anymore. Where are you now?

-Heading back upstairs.

Erik- I’ll wait for you.

-Erik, I have to go back to work!

Erik- fuck that you know what I want.

DING. Fifth Floor.

“Told you I’ll wait for you,” He smiles at you dangerously.

You almost swallow your gum the way he approached you. You and him, alone in that elevator. Erik kisses your lips, savoring the minty taste from the gum. He pulled back, taking his thumb to wipe the spit from his bottom lip. He turns around to press the 4th-floor button since that’s were the garage entrance was. Suddenly you were shaking in your pumps. It was really going to happen. Finally, your pussy wouldn’t feel painfully neglected. Finally, you could have the touch of a man on your body after an entire month.

“Are you okay?” Erik asked while looking down at you.

“Yeah, I’m cool,” you give him a reassuring smile.

DING. Fourth Floor.

Down a hallway and through the garage door you both went with your hand in Erik’s. You walk along the concrete ground as your ears took in the sounds of sirens and car horns honking in the middle of traffic. His G-Wagon was parked in a private spot. Erik took his keys out of his suit jacket and unlocked it with a click of a button, even started it up as well. You could hear the engine rumble. The large SUV vibrates as the sound of his radio playing blasted through the speakers. Erik opened the back door, reclining the backseats to lay flat like a bed. He takes off his suit jacket, tossing it in the passenger seat before turning to you, lifting you up, and sitting you in the back.

Once there, you take off your heels and place them far enough away so Erik and you could have plenty of space. Erik sat down, leaning forward to remove his shoes. After that, he unbuttoned his dress shirt before pulling it off and balling it up to toss at the front with his suit jacket. He finally turns, crawling his large chiseled body towards you with playful eyes.

“Is that pussy still as wet as it was earlier today? Can I taste that kitty?”

Erik pulled your legs, laying you down on your back. He was on his knees between your legs, opening them wide causing your skirt to lift and bunch around your waist. He came face to face with that phat puss covered in wet fabric. Your voice was stuck in your throat. Erik takes both of his masculine hands to pull down your already saturated panties, spreading open your legs further, and staring at that pink pussy coated with cream. He could smell your scent. His car smelling like your wet pussy.

“Yeah, this pussy still sloppy,” Erik listened to you purr as he flicked your clit with his thumb. Erik continues to do this while slapping your pussy with his fingers. Each time he slapped your pussy, your juices would build and build to the point of making puddles beneath your ass in his car.

“Can I stuff this pussy with my fingers now,” Erik licked his thick fingers clean, “I wanna squeeze in there deep, baby girl.”

“Yes,” Your cunt was starving.

“Good, girl.”

He plunged first one, then two, then three fingers deep inside your pussy, flickering at your clit at the same time. He was directly over your G spot with the pads of his fingers repeatedly rubbing you there. Your legs went wider and wider. The sound of your succulent pussy increased in such severity that it was almost deafening. Your moans mixed with the sound of The palm of Erik’s hand slapping your cunt each time he finger-fucked you had him grunting and groaning.

“Faster, faster,” You called out while gyrating your hips to fuck his fingers.

“There you go, fuck my fingers, just like that, get it, baby,” Erik bites his lip, “look at you ready to bust a nut on my hand, mmm, get that shit, baby.”

A rush of juices flooded the back seat. Erik’s eyes grew wide as your fingers tightened around him. That liquid poured each time he moved his fingers inside of you. All you could do was moan and shake beneath him. Your ass was glued to that surface.

“Damn, Y/N.” Erik takes his fingers out slowly before licking them clean. He got up on his knees to reach into his trunk, bringing a Puma gym bag over towards him. He opened it with his wet hands, pulling out a thick black towel that was wrapped in a body wash. Erik places that towel beneath your ass to soak up your mess.

“Making a mess in my fucking car.”

“I’m sorry,” You cover your face with embarrassment, “I do that a lot.”

“Don’t apologize about that, ma, I don’t give a fuck. Keep doing it like that on these fingers. Better yet...do it like that on my tongue,” Erik laid flat on his stomach, “You can squirt in Daddy’s mouth too.”

Erik began lapping away at your pussy with such zeal that you were squirming and squealing within minutes. With the flat of his tongue, Erik assaulted your pussy with such a lashing that your legs turned to jello. Erik then probed ever so deeply inside your dripping wet pussy with his pointed tongue, tongue-fucking your slot until your eyes rolled up into your head. He found your throbbing, erect clit and tortured you sweetly with licks and nibbles that sent electric charges throughout your entire body. Grabbing your thighs to squeeze, feasting on that syrupy pussy, Erik’s dick dripped pre-cum in anticipation of your walls capturing his dick and holding tight, while he thrust himself deeper and deeper inside of you.

“Damn, ma, I’m literally drinking this pussy dry.”

“You make me feel so good! Make me feel good, Erik.”

Erik’s tongue circled around your pussy. Each time he did that your hips would jerk. He was fighting that pussy back with his lips and tongue each time you pumped your hips. You gazed into his dark, sexy eyes and increased the movement of your hips.

“Oh, fuck!” Erik wrapped his whole mouth around your pussy and started slurping. All Erik could think about was how good you tasted and the heat radiating from your pussy.

“Shit tastes so good, girl,” He licked his plate clean, “fuck, look at my dick.”

His shit was twisted and curved to the right in those pants. Erik got on his knees to undo his pants. He let out a long sigh of relief the minute his pants and briefs made it down his thighs, resting at his knees. He sat down and pulled the rest of his clothes off, now he was naked from the waist down. You watch his thick dick jerk in his hand. That dick looked like it could bench press a barbell with how hard he was as Erik slid his hand up and down his burgeoning erection. His dick skyrocketed to its highest capacity causing your mouth to drool. Erik pointed out that dick at your mouth. Doing that caused his slit to open and show you his pre-cum waiting to be sucked out.

“Come suck me, baby,” His grip was so tight on his dick.

You obeyed every word and sucked him up into your mouth. Damn, Erik was a big boy. So girthy and veiny. Intimidating for sure. His tip blossomed so thickly your lips had a hard time wrapping around it to suck. Erik with a C ain’t have nothing on this dick. A beautiful slab of tasty meat gliding across your tongue and poking the back of your throat.

“Damn, this is how you do it, ma? You should have warned a nigga first.”

He held the back of your head to guide your mouth lower. Each time he did that, he would grunt and whisper oh, my God, which made you super wet. All you wanted him to do was splatter your mouth with his cum. He was already so close to detonation so you opened up as wide as you could stretch to fill him all the way in.

“DAYUM!!!” Erik bellowed, “Good girl, don’t waste a fucking drop when I bust in this pretty mouth. Never.”

You graduated from plain old hungry to ravenous. That cum of his sputtering and spurting forth was your reward. The suctioning noise of your hand jerking him empty into your throat mixed with Erik’s deep moans made your pussy convulse around nothing even though you could feel it dripping. You slapped his ever-expanding dick against your tongue.

“Shit,” Erik looked from his wet dick to your face, “Baby girl, I ain’t cum this hard in a minute from getting head.”

You plant kisses all over his dick, working yourself up to more sucking, “I can give you more, Daddy.”

“Give me more of that mouth,” Erik played with your braids, “Swallow my shit and lick my balls.”

“Mmm, okay, Daddy.”

Erik’s eyes rolled back when your lips would suck and then pop off his sack. He had to control himself from cumming in your hair.

“Shit doesn’t make no sense,” Erik looked at you with disbelief before a strangled look filled with passion overtook his features.

“Fffuckkk!!!” He groaned as he blasted inside your mouth with his sweet, sticky offering. You ran your index finger over your bottom lip to retrieve a dollop of cum. That only left you more famished than before causing you to enthusiastically slurp on his rigid pipe again until it was damn near raw and your pussy was sopping wet.

“Y/N,” Erik’s fingers were tight in your hair. You tasted a bit of leftover cum from his slit with your hungry tongue.

Ring Ring

Erik’s cell was going off.

“Shit,” He reached into his pants pockets while you jerked his dick. He answered his phone with an annoyed expression.

“What’s going on, Greg,” Greg was a fellow Environmental Engineer, “What? Right now?” Erik closed his eyes before tossing his head back, “Okay, give me ten minutes.”

Erik hung up his phone.

“We gotta go, ma,” You could hear the disappointment in his voice, “Supposedly it’s something urgent about Alaska.”

You wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, “Should I be worried about the trip?”

Erik gave you a soft smile, “Nah, Alaska is happening regardless. Don’t worry, bae, we good.”

You pulled your skirt down and placed your wet panties in your bag. You watched Erik fasten his belt in place before he opened the back door to let some air in. You rose from the car, Erik helping you put on your pumps before placing you on your feet. Digging into your bag you sprayed yourself with a little of your Chanel No.5, hoping to camouflage the lingering scent of sex.

Looking in Erik’s rearview mirror, you fix your lipgloss and clothes, everything else good to go. Erik was currently spraying himself down with some Gucci cologne from his Puma gym bag and buttoning his suit jacket. He looked just as crisp as he did when he came in this morning.

“You still ain’t answer my question, beautiful.”

“What question,” Erik grabs your hand while the both of you walked back inside.

“Can I keep you company later?”

You chew on your bottom lip in thought. Eric with the C, your actual boyfriend, might call you later and you didn’t want Erik with the K to be around to raise suspicion. Still, no word from Eric and the longer that happened the more you didn’t give a fuck.

“Am I pressing too much?” Erik asks with soft eyes.

“No, no,” you reassured him, “I just think it would be better to come to your place instead. That’s all.”

“We can do that,” Erik walked towards you with his body pressed into yours, “Bring an overnight bag. You’re not going back home.”

His lips attacked your throat again, sucking and licking you there.

“I ain’t give my work bae some dick yet so you know I gotta take care of you,” His hands found their way back between your legs and on your sensitive pussy, “You gonna let me do that for you?” He asked huskily.

“Oh, Daddy, please do,” you responded.

————

You got home around 6:30 PM. You showered, finished the rest of your lunch since your appetite for dick was satisfied and drank a little bit of red wine.

Surprised, shocked, nervous, you decided to wear a black velour tracksuit with your Fenty slides to Erik’s place and packed away everything else you needed on a faux fur tote bag. Phone sitting on the charger, you go to check it since you received a few notifications since coming home.

Eric with the C.

Eric- I’m alright. Sorry for the lack of communication. Really busy.

-that’s okay. Be safe.

He didn’t respond back.

No I love you, I miss you, I’m thinking about you, nothing.

Luckily the picture Erik sent to you made up for that. It was a shower picture. From his broad shoulders down to his well-knit waist with that v cut covered in soap and water. You had the urge to satisfy the cries leaking from your pussy at the moment. You had half the mind to pull your pants down and finger-fuck your pussy into multiple orgasms leaving your slit covered in sticky cum for him to find. How dare he tease you like that? Since you were spending the night you can look forward to shower with him. This entire fling had your skin tingling. Your fingers scrolled down to read the texts he left you. You really wished you hadn’t because now you were whimpering.

Erik- Can’t wait for you to put that work in for Daddy.

Erik- where you at? I’m tryna put this thang in your gut.

Erik- want me to come to get you?

He was blowing you up. Eric with the C never did this.

-Hey, sorry, I was getting my things together. You don’t have to pick me up.

HONK HONK.

Erik- too late.

You walk to your living room to find Erik parked outside. He was typing away on his phone.

Ping Ping

Erik- Stop making me wait, girl.

You grab your bag, phone, and keys before locking up and leaving. Walking down your cobblestone trail, Erik hops out of his car, walking around to meet you. He was wearing a black Burberry ribbed beanie with a Pyer Moss color block Reebok windbreaker tracksuit on and the same brand of shoes on his feet. He tongued you down before taking your bag to place in the back seat that was now cleaned and placed normally. Erik opened your door to help you up inside before shutting it to return to the driver's side. You watched him walk all the way around and get inside with sultry eyes. With his hand on your upper thigh, he drove off and towards his Penthouse.

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Great reads to share with the children now

If you are looking for a few good stories to read to your children now, then why not pick up a few of these curated by the Novelso review team and enjoy your time together.

Book! by Kristine O'Connell George

This charmingly illustrated board book celebrates books! See what a book can mean to a young child as he takes his favorite book with him everywhere. You'll recognize scenes from your own home in this joyous story of a boy and his book.

I Want My Hat Back by Jon Klassen

A bear almost gives up his search for his missing hat until he remembers something important.

Eating the Rainbow: A Colorful Food Book by Rena D. Grossman

Good eating habits start early. In this board book filled with colorful photos of children enjoying a wide variety of fruits and vegetables, readers will find a great introduction to healthy eating.

Extra Yarn by Mac Barnett

This looks like an ordinary box full of ordinary yarn. But it turns out it isn't.

Lullaby Moon by Rosie Reeve

Follow mother mouse and her baby through their day until it is time to say good night. The illustrations in this book are filled with cozy moments perfect for you and your baby to end your busy day together. This is a good story for teaching children the sequence of events and that we all must rest.

The Day the Crayons Quit by Drew Daywalt

Poor Duncan just wants to color. But when he opens his box of crayons, he finds only letters, all saying the same thing: We quit!

Little Owl's Night by Divya Srinivasan

Do you live with a night owl who struggles with the idea of having to go to bed? Little Owl enjoys his life in the woods at night alongside his friends, as insects hum and frogs croak, but he wonders what happens during the daytime while he sleeps. Through this book, children will enjoy learning about what happens after dark when they are tucked into bed.

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mariajustinteriordesigns · 5 years ago

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A Charming "Hygge" Apartment in Berlin

I don’t know about where you live, but Autumn is in full swing where I’m at. It’s totally sweater weather, and I love it. I was frankly READY for Summer to end because I love the period between October 1 - January 1 - there is so much going on, so many parties and events. There is also a feeling of “slow down” in the air. Linger with a magazine and coffee. Sit in front of the fireplace listening to good music. Baking cookies and watching a film after. For this reason, I want to show you a Berlin “hygge” home today that feels and looks very cozy and lovely, and it belongs to Kathi Gräfe and her boyfriend Marc and their daughter Frida.

This charming apartment is 90sqm/3 rooms and is in an old building with soaring ceiling (3.50 meters!) and lovely stucco with original floors in the living room - a classic Berlin home according to Kathi. Currently, Kathi is on maternity leave but as a career, she works as a Director for a PR agency, so after a long day’s work she loves to come home. Why? “It’s my favorite place to be. I am always happy when I come home - it’s so important to have a place you really love and where you can be yourself,” she says.

At home, Kathi loves to spend time with her little girl. Before she was born, they relaxed together at home after their stressful jobs and enjoyed a good meal and a film. They also enjoyed quiet moments baking, decorating or being on the balcony. With a baby in the house, everything has changed but of course both are happy to have little Frida and they’ve found a new way of life together as a family of three. It may not be as quiet as it once was, but they are happy and enjoying life in a new way.

Though this space is lovely, no one has the perfect home. We all have things we’d like to change. Kathi is no exception, “We have a very long hallway and the kitchen and living room are on different ends, so you always have to walk such a distance, which can be very annoying!”. I imagine that with a baby, it’s even harder now, and Kathi agreed, “I would love to have a combined living and kitchen area and a spare room to store and hide things.”

I had a little interview with Kathi to ask her about some of her favorite things, would you like to learn more? If so, you can find our Q+A below.

How would you describe your style? 

Scandinavian clean and cozy meets design classics.

Your dream piece for the home? 

It is actually the CH24 chair from Carl Hansen. It has been on my wishlist for soo long! And this dream piece just moved in and I couldn’t be more in love. Now I need a new piece for that list ;)

What is your favorite city to shop and why? 

Copenhagen and New York. Copenhagen for interior & fashion and their flea markets are the best! All these stylish people are selling so many nice things for small money. I always discover new brands and feel inspired in Copenhagen. New York for the typical „Sex & the City“ feeling and all the great American brands.

When you have people over, how do you entertain them?

It depends, sometimes we cook or get take-away for everyone as we have many nice restaurants in our neighborhood. And then it is just talking and having fun!

Favorite meal to cook and why? 

I love Risotto and we often make bowls because you can combine so many good ingredients and they are so healthy. I am often inspired by „Deliciously Ella“. It’s the best cook book. I also bake banana bread quite often.

Favorite flowers on the table?

Peonies and wild Tulips

What is on your playlist?

Fleetwood Mac - Dreams

Nick Drake - Pink Moon

Neil Young - Harvest Moon

The Shins - New Slang

John Mayer - New Light

How do you hope your guests feel when they visit your home? 

I hope they feel home as well and that a warm atmosphere and some ‚Hygge‘ vibes embrace them.

What is important to you when you visit someone else’s home? 

That is a good question, I have actually never thought about this. I think taste can be so different, so this person should feel happy about their home and then I am happy as well! For me a nice place to sit and talk is always important, this could be in the kitchen or a cozy sofa. But besides this, nothing :)

And finally… What are your favorite Instagram accounts right now?

@tinyhouse & @moderntinyliving - I am always so inspired be these small houses and it’s amazing what they build with such limited space. I could definitely imagine to live in one of these or spend my vacation there.

@thusthefuss - Love all the colors in her home! It makes me think about using more color in our home as well. And she also just became a mom, so always nice to get some inspiration for the kids room.

@_designtales_ The interior and the photography are amazing! Also their little cottage - I would definitely move in! I also love their page @_foodstories_ - Best inspiration for cooking and baking.

Thank you so much Kathi, it’s been lovely to spend time with you today.

Readers: You can follow Kathi on Instagram @kateshyggehome if you’d like. Have a wonderful weekend everyone!

Love,

Holly

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Review: Boatwright’s Dining Hall at Port Orleans Riverside – Including NEW Menu Items!

Boatwright’s Dining Hall might just be one of Walt Disney World‘s best-kept dining secrets. Located within Port Orleans Riverside, it’s a great spot to seek out if you’re looking for a quiet table service dinner outside of the parks.

Boatwright’s Dining Hall

Boatwright’s has had a few menu updates since our last visit and most recent guest review (hello, All-You-Care-to-Enjoy Chef’s Platter!), so we were excited to get back to Port Orleans Riverside to check it out.

Atmosphere

If you weren’t looking for Boatwright’s Dining Hall, you might never know it’s there. This table service restaurant is open for dinner only and specializes in down-home, southern-style cuisine. It’s also one of the easier Walt Disney World restaurants to get into without a reservation or on short notice.

Outside at Port Orleans Resort — Riverside

Boatwright’s Dining Hall recently debuted the All-You-Care-to-Enjoy Chef’s Platter, and we were very much looking forward to the opportunity to try it out.

Boatwright’s All You Care to Enjoy Chef’s Platter

But first! This restaurant is themed after an old boat construction warehouse, so you can anticipate being greeted with warm lighting, a casual feel, and various boat-building tools and boat hulls as decor.

Boatwright’s Host Stand

Boatwright’s — There’s a Boat Hull “In Progress” Hanging from the Ceiling

The theme of a boat-building warehouse is carried through from the in-progress boat hull to the tools on the wall to the compass-like in-lay on the tables.

Boatwright’s Ship Building Tool Decor

Whether you’re here for a dinner for two or have your whole family with you, Boatwright’s can accommodate groups of any size. Plus, the kiddos in your group will probably love looking at all of the tools on the wall and listening as the parents make up the purpose of the tool!

Seating and decor

Cozy seating. Love the light fixtures!

Boatwright’s Seating

Alright, I think it’s time to place our order!

Boatwright’s

Starters

As we’ve mentioned once or twice before, there’s an addition to the menu here. You can now get an All-You-Care-To-Enjoy Chef’s Platter here in addition to other entrees.

Boatwrights Menu

Boatwright’s also offers a special “Best of the Bayou” Menu which is a four-course prix-fixe menu. This menu really does offer some of the best or most popular items on their full menu, so if you’re looking for this type of meal dive in!

Boatwright’s “Taste of the Bayou” Menu

A full bar, River Roost, is next door and Boatwright’s can offer a full range of cocktails, beers, non-alcoholic specialty drinks, as well as fountain drinks.

Boatwright’s Drinks Menu

Each meal at Boatwright’s Dining Hall starts with warm, sweet cornbread and fluffy whipped butter. This is still complementary, which is nice…so many restaurants now charge for the bread service.

Cornbread with Whipped Butter

If you’d like something more than cornbread, there are plenty of appetizers available!

The Andouille Sausage-Cheese Dip ($13) is served in a bread bowl and features Andouille sausage in a three cheese blend.

Andouille Sausage-Cheese Dip

This one is yummy, but the well in the bread for the cheese dip is small. So the cheese dip portion is on the stingy side. If your favorite part of this is eating the bread bowl afterwards, you’ll be fine. But if you’re looking for ample dip, this won’t suffice.

Still the flavors are excellent, and this isn’t too spicy if you have a less adventurous eater in your party.

Andouille Sausage-Cheese Dip

Continuing the cheese theme, the Mardi Gras Fritters ($9) are filled with house-made pimiento cheese and are served over pepper jelly. These were highly recommended to me by a friend and I can totally see why!

Mardi Gras Fritters

Our server told us that these are “what mozzarella cheese sticks want to be when they grow up,” and that’s basically the perfect description. They have a mozzarella cheese stick feel…just with bigger flavors.

Mardi Gras Fritters

Entrees

Entree time! Let’s start with the new on the menu All-You-Care-To-Enjoy Chef’s Platter. With this platter, you get bottomless ribs, Nashville hot chicken, smoked sausage, barbecued beef brisket, mashed potatoes, macaroni & cheese, street corn, and green beans for $33.

It reminds us a lot of the All-You-Care to Enjoy Skillet at Wilderness Lodge‘s Whispering Canyon Cafe. This All-You-Care-To-Enjoy Chef’s Platter at Boatwright’s is a great opportunity to try a variety of different dishes and sides that’ll please multiple palates.

All-You-Care-To-Enjoy Chef’s Platter

Unfortunately it’s not all “wow” material. The hot chicken had great flavor, but was tough and dry; and unfortunately the breading was almost sharp feeling and too crunchy. The brisket was fine, but not as flavorful as I’d like. The sausage was very good, and the ribs were very tender and acceptable flavor-wise. The mac and cheese was creamy, but bland. And the corn wasn’t akin to any elotes or street corn I’ve had before. It just didn’t come together.

So the skillet is an OK option if you want to try a lot of different things; but I’d probably stick with one of the better entrees like the prime rib or jambalaya, personally.

The Deep South Shrimp and Grits ($23) comes with creamy, Charleston-style grits, Andouille sausage, and sustainable shrimp, topped off with red-eye gravy.

The gravy here was truly delicious, and the grits and shrimp were quite good. The sausage gave some great flavor as well. If you’re a shrimp and grits fan, I’d recommend.

Deep South Shrimp and Grits

General Fulton’s Prime Rib ($35) is slow-roasted in Boatwright’s signature blend of chicory-coffee seasoning and served alongside mashed potatoes, seasonal vegetables, and horseradish cream. This was as good as it’s always been — not as good as the Prime Rib over at the new Snow White character meal at Artist Point, but still worth the price.

General Fulton’s Prime Rib

You can’t have a southern-style restaurant without Jambalaya. A New Orleans classic, Boatwright’s Jambalaya ($19), features spicy shrimp, chicken, and Andouille sausage over rice. A vegetarian version is available, too! This is one of my favorite dishes here historically, but, honestly, it might be better to grab it at Sassagoula Float Works over at Port Orleans French Quarter — I think it’s a little better there (and cheaper).

Boatwright’s Jambalaya

Desserts

You can’t have dinner at Walt Disney World without having dessert, right!? We ordered four on our visit and they were ALL delicious — seriously the highlight of the meal! The major bummer for desserts here, though, was that instead of buttercream frosting, the restaurant used whipped panna cotta as an accent texture. I really missed that sweet-salty flavor and heavier texture of the buttercream frosting here.

Boatwrights Dessert Menu

Boatwright’s After-Dinner Drinks Menu

First up was this Red Velvet Cheesecake ($8). The red velvet was clearing an accent here as there wasn’t much of it; but there didn’t need to be. The cheesecake was excellent on its own, though my dining companion and I both thought that this could be a no-added-sugar dessert considering how little sweetness there was to it.

Red Velvet Cheesecake

According to the menu, there’s bourbon-vanilla cream involved, but that’s not really a flavor we tasted a lot of.

Red Velvet Cheesecake

The Joie de Vivre Peanut Butter Mousse Cake ($8) comes with peanut brittle and triple berry sauce. I expected this one to be a typical blah-bland “candy bar” dessert as I’ve seen in so many Disney restaurants lately. But I was SUPER surprised! The peanut butter layer was almost like a light cookie dough, and the flavors were SO GOOD. I can definitely recommend this one! The bottom layer, by the way, is a super dense brownie.

Joie de Vivre Peanut Butter Mousse Cake

How about some St. Louis Gooey Butter Cake ($8)? I LOVE LOVE LOVE butter cake, and always order it when it’s on a menu. This one was wonderful — if a little too sweet (I know, how is that possible!?). This version is topped with bourbon sauce and toffee brittle.

St. Louis Gooey Butter Cake

Don’t worry, we didn’t forget the chocolate! Spiced chocolate sauce and whipped vanilla panna cotta have come together to make this Mississippi Mud Pie ($7). Even though I’m not a huge fan of the all-chocolate-all-the-time desserts, this one was actually very, very good.

Mississippi Mud Pie

If you’re looking for southern comfort food in a casual, comfortable atmosphere, give Boatwright’s Dining Hall a try! It’s tucked away from the hustle and bustle of the theme parks and the resort quick service locations, and you won’t have to stress yourself out trying to get a reservation. From meat-heavy dishes to vegetarian options, there’s something for everyone in your travel party!

I know a lot of my readers and viewers don’t LOVE this one, but honestly I’m pretty pleased with it each time I go.

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Imagine.

The reader is secretly in love with Erik and she is afraid to tell him and risk their friendship but he overhears her telling her friend

“I love him...”

Y/N was seated within her bathtub, the heavy soap suds from her shea butter bubble bath disappearing. She had her eyes looking up at the ceiling, hands absentmindedly finger-combing a strand of her wet curly hair. A small smile broke out over her heart-shaped lips.

“I love Erik.”

She’d know about her deep hidden feelings for her best friend for a while now. Y/N was head over heels for him. She wondered if the constant longing stares she gave him or the need to touch him in public gave her away but Erik was just being Erik, not even reacting to it. She hoped that he would question her on it one day, ask her, “What’s up with you, ma? You acting all needy with me.”

She couldn’t help herself. He didn’t even have to do much to make her feel this way. Y/N could sit down at her desk and write a whole journal on all the things she loved about Erik. She already talked her best girlfriends ear off about it, her friend hanging up on her last night while she went on and on saying “Erik does this” and Erik does that”

Y/N brought her knees to her chest, swinging them from side to side while biting her lip to fight a blush. It was so adorable the way she felt about Erik. He drove her crazy because he was so mysterious. He’d give you this look...a look that made you bend to his command. He had to have picked up on her lack of bickering with him or the way she held his hand, stroking her thumb across his smooth almond-colored skin.

She lifts one of her pedicured feet from the water, admiring the soft baby pink. She begged Erik to pay to get her toes done. He kissed his teeth and rolled his eyes but ended up giving her $50 to get the best pedicure treatment. She did that on purpose, she knew he couldn’t resist a woman with pretty painted toes wearing open-toed shoes. Then she went and picked out the best-fitted dress she could find. Tonight she was going to get his ass. He was gonna take some kind of notice. Finishing her bath, Y/N gets ready for her evening with friends.

Fully dressed to impress, hair pulled back into a sleek bun, Y/N drove to her girlfriend's house, ready to turn up and eat for their Friendsgiving. She had her long aluminum pan filled with the cheesiest baked Mac n’ cheese resting in the back seat and a couple of pans of her king's Hawaiian rolls; one pan with garlic butter and the other with cinnamon brown sugar butter.

Y/N pulled her all-black Audi into a spot two cars down from what looked like Erik’s matte grey G-Waggon. He got the new rims on it too, she just knew the inside of his car smelled like those caramel macchiato car fresheners she bought for him. Stepping out, six-inch heels with her pink toes, she grabbed her cell, pulling up Erik’s contact. She saved him under E Baybee 💘💘💘

Her heart damn near dropped to her stomach when he picked up. That voice of his...

“Where your annoying ass at?”

“Come outside! I need your help,” Y/N put on a soft voice. She knew that drove his ass crazy too.

“For what?” He sounded agitated but she knew he would come anyway.

“You want my cheesy Mac n cheese, right? I suggest you bring your ass out here!”

“Girl I ain’t gotta do a fucking thing,” She smiled hard on the other end, leg shaking with excitement. Erik has her sprung.

“Come here!” She whines

“Chill out! I’m coming.”

Yessssssssss

Y/N hangs up, getting back in her car quickly to check her sleek hair; still laid. She did a nice soft beat to her face, Fenty Beauty lip gloss on with a rose tinge, brown liner around her lips to make them fuller and more kissable. She looked the fuck good and smelled good, she purposely chose to wear a floral scent because he loved that on women. Y/N heard an uproar of laughter, her eyes looking up just in time to spot Erik closing the door to her best friend's house behind him, jogging down the steps, he looked from left to right, trying to figure out where Y/N could be. She took one last steady breath before getting out of the car, waving him over.

Erik jogs over, stopping directly in front of her. He had his dreads braided back, black letterman jacket on to match with his all-black gear from head to toe. He gave her a wide grin, flashing those golds. Whew.

“Hey, E.” She wanted to say hey E, baybeee!!!

“Wassup, Y/N,” he gives her a soft kiss on the cheek, “missed you, little nigga.”

If only he said missed my little baby, she swooned to herself at that thought.

“You expecting somebody to be here tonight?”

Erik stood back, arms folded across his chest as he regarded her... hard.

“Nah, I can’t look nice?” Y/N faked annoyance, turning away to open her back door, “come help me with this food.”

“Forreal, you gonna stop bossing me around before I put you in your place.” Erik steps forward, turning on the light in her car to carefully grab the food.

“Okay,” she spoke with a honeyed tone.

Erik gave her a look, the look where he was thinking about something but didn’t want you to know. The one that drove her crazy. For a second, she thought he would say something but the food grabbed his attention again.

“Let’s go, they already started popping bottles.”

“Without me?” Y/N didn’t like missing that.

“Shouldn’t have been in front of the mirror so long, tight ass dress you got on.”

Finally, in the cozy home, Erik pointed down into the basement, letting her know that’s where everyone was. Once she came down the steps, everyone called out her name, hugging her and complimenting her. Erik walks pass, sitting the food neatly next to a crockpot. As soon as she got settled, Y/N made her way over to the liquor. Friendsgiving with her friends was always a good time. Erik was right next to her, pouring himself a hefty cup of Hennessy. The music was lit, deep hip hop base shaking the house.

Standing next to him felt different. Y/N would catch herself looking at him while he talked to others or danced a little with his red cup in his hand. She wanted so badly to kiss those lips. She was growing tired of only feeling them on her cheek and forehead.

“Want me to make you a plate, E?” She asks, more so to do something for him because she knew that there were a few chicks in the building checking for him heavily.

“You must have known I was gonna ask you,” he laughs, “You always looking out for a nigga.”

“Cuz you look out for me, stupid,” she laughs, playfully pushing his bulging bicep. Y/N allowed her hand to linger before slowly slipping it away as she made her way to the food. She purposely moved her hips, knowing that he couldn’t resist a phat ass. She didn’t even entertain the thought of looking back to see if he was even watching her. If she did, and if she locked eyes with him, it was game over. He would know, and maybe, that would be a sign that he liked her just as much...loved her just as much.

Her friends didn’t fuck around with this food! Large servings in two pans each and so many desserts she caught a toothache just looking at it. Her mac n cheese already had a portion of it gone. Luckily, there was shrimp Alfredo and other starches to go around since she made only one pan. She gave him her food first before adding everything else. Finished, she spotted him sitting at a card table with some mutual friends, playing spades. She watched him slap the cards down, getting all buck and letting that ego show. She stood watching with his plate in hand, the smell pulling his attention away from the game.

“Got your food, E,” she sat his plate down in front of him, “did I add everything you like?”

Erik grabs his fork, moving the food around to mix it. He likes to eat it all together, more flavorful.

“Hell yeah, you hooked me up bestie,” Erik reaches out to pinch her cheek, “Go eat something, girl.” He started scarfing his food down. She was so enamored by him that she didn’t even hear him.

“Huh?” She said, eyes fluttering.

“Eat. Something.” He sounded out with a smirk and a mouth full of food, “You good?”

Y/N nods slowly before turning away to gather herself. This man had her hypnotized. As she walked to grab some food, she caught sight of her tipsy girlfriends looking at her, one of them telling her to come here with a curl of their finger. Y/N rolls her eyes before walking over to them, standing near the backyard door.

“Spill it, bitch,” Her girl, Paige, eagerly asks.

“Spill what?”

“Oh please cut that shit out,” The host of the housewarming, Tylesha, spoke, “Stop playing clueless and tell Paige what’s really going on.”

Y/N wished she had more alcohol. Tylesha really didn’t know how to keep shit to herself. Y/N wasn’t ready to tell everybody, she didn’t even know for sure if Erik felt the same way.

“Damn, way to go Ty,” she folded her arms, before addressing the elephant in the room, “...I'm in love with Erik.”

“Yessssssss!!!!!” Paige cheers, “finally!!!”

Y/N laughed at her friend's outburst.

“Chill, we don’t need the whole party to know.”

“When are you gonna talk to him?!! I mean what are you waiting on?!!!”

Y/N had a defeated look on her face, “a lot of things, like, our friendship for one. I don’t want that shit to be over because of this.”

“It won’t be,” Ty reassures, “The type of nigga Erik is, he wouldn’t end a ten-year friendship with the most real person in his life.”

She had a point, but what if they did give it a try? What if it ended badly? And another thing, did he even feel the same?

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” Y/N stops their cheerful moment, “I don’t even think he feels the same.”

“Girl,” Ty shooed her away, “You gotta be a fool to not see the way he looks at you. That nigga might not have admitted to himself yet, but he loves him some Y/N, his bestie.”

Ty and Paige laughed, Y/N palming her face with a blush. Where were they seeing this? Yeah, he loved her in a way that a friend would, but romantically? She couldn’t even think of a moment when he showed any signs of that.

I appreciate this, for real y’all, but...I know E. I know that when he wants something, he gets it. If he really wanted me, he would have already had me before I could even come to terms with how I felt. That’s just how he is.”

“Stay in denial, hoe,” Paige fired back, “Y’all both love each other. Just talk and fuck already! Damn!”

Fucking Erik.

Y/N really didn’t need that mental image. She had plenty of wet dreams and late-night sessions with herself, his name rolling off her tongue.

“Why you had to go and say that,” Y/N groans.

“Oh, sis, we already know you rubbing that pussy with his name in your mouth.”

“This conversation is over, I am TIREDTTT of yall,” Y/N was ready to walk away from them both. Thanks to them now she was flustered and in need of an ice pack between her legs and on her forehead.

“Yes! Let it be over so you can finally talk to him!” Ty yells at her. Y/N turns to leave, shaking her hands to calm her nerves. She was just about to enter the party room when Erik stopped her suddenly with his solid chest. He startled her, Y/N clutching her chest to catch her breath.

“E!!” She shoves him, “you scared me doing that shit!”

He had this neutral expression on his face, hands in his jeans pockets. This time around, the usual glint in his eyes was replaced with tenderness. Y/N’s breathing slowed down, her hand leaving her chest to fully approach her best friend, worry in her voice.

“Oh, shit, E, are you okay?” She reaches out to stroke his cheek. Erik’s eyes closed, head falling forward slightly. He shook his head, face contorted with struggle. What the hell happened in a span of ten minutes? He was just laughing with his boys and playing spades. His belly was filled with all that good food and now he looked like his entire world was burning before him.

“Talk to me, E,” she began to feel frightened.

“We gotta talk,” he looked over her shoulder at the yard door, “Ty and Paige still back there?”

“How did you-yes they are, I mean, I think,” she was confused.

Erik grabs her hand and squeezed it.

“Come on,” he pulls Y/N in the direction she left. Tylesha and Paige were indeed still there, conversation coming to a halt when they spotted Erik pulling Y/N by her hand to the back door. Both of them gave her a rather dramatic thumbs up which made Y/N’s heart race faster and faster like she was chasing the calm within her that she needed at the moment. Finally, on the back deck, Erik closed the door, silence surrounding them now. He looked down at her like he was seeing her for the first time ever, his tongue rolling over his upper teeth.

“Erik, this shit is torture,” Y/N whispers.

“No need to whisper, it’s just me,” he points to his sturdy chest, “and you,” Erik grabs her hands, stroking them with his thumbs. Y/N looks from his motions to his face, understanding finally reaching the surface.

“You heard.”

She closes her eyes, looking away from him like she was full of embarrassment like this wasn’t her best friend who shared plenty of embarrassing moments with her. He didn’t say anything, just staring at her.

“Jesus, what are you thinking right now? It’s making me insane,” she looked up at him with erratic eyes, “I didn’t want you to hear that, oh my god, this is all wrong-“

“Wrong how?” His voice was low and steady as if he was trying to keep his calm.

“This isn’t how I planned on telling you,” she looks away again, the grass and trees keeping her gaze, “Damn, E.”

Erik closes his eyes, “how long?”

She wanted to cry. This wasn’t going at all how she wanted it. She wanted him to grab her and tell her how much he loved her too. Spin her around and kiss her lips, tease her about keeping it away from him for so long.

“Only a few months but I’ve always known, just never accepted it.” Y/N felt so small next to him.

“A few months and you ain’t say a word?” He sounded hurt. Like he was left out of the loop.

“Yes. Because of how you’re reacting right now!” She turns away, rubbing her eyes gently so she wouldn’t ruin her makeup.”

“How am I reacting? I’m just asking questions, ma. I really wanna know.”

“Well, I wanna know.”

Y/N cut him off. Erik folded his arms across his chest, growing quiet for her to speak.

“How do you feel, huh? you all shocked and hurt that I didn’t tell you. Don’t do that if you feeling the same way, E.”

“Y/N,” Erik trails off, clenching his jaw, “Aight, you really wanna know? Bet,”

Erik walked upon her, grabbing her arm and pulling her directly against him. Erik wraps both of his arms around her waist, Y/N looking up at him with those big brown eyes he loved oh so much. Erik couldn’t begin to express how much he loved Y/N. He noticed the way she looked at him lately and touched him, but he didn’t flat out want to think that she was feeling him, Y/N was always touchy.

“I’m feeling the same way you do.”

Her mouth fell open. She looked at his lips.

“Erik I swear to fucking God if you are playing...”

“You know me when have I ever lied about some shit like this?”

He had a point.

“So. You love me?” She spoke with a small voice.

“Aye, it’s me you’re talking to, none of that.”

“It’s you but then it’s not you,” she closed her eyes.

“To answer your question, yes, I do love you.”

“how much, E?”

He brought both of his hands to her face.

“A lot. Enough to wanna kick myself because I should have told your ass sooner.”

Y?N rests her forehead against his sold chest, “Baybee...”

He froze, loving the way she said that to him. Shit was crazy, this is Y/N, his best friend. His beautiful best friend. Erik pulls her away gently, lifting her chin so she could meet his eyes. Those warm chocolate eyes, so smoldering with the need for him. He allowed his eyes to admire her generous frame like he always did when she didn’t know like he did when she walked away from him in the house. That dress. Her hair. The smell of lavender and daisies on her skin. The six-inch heels making her calf muscles look at built and then her toes... the toes his money paid to get painted.

he was even staring at her lips, “You dressed up for me, didn’t you?”

Y/N blushes, “Yeah, you like it?”

Y/N gave him a little twirl. Erik smiles down at her. Yeah, he liked the dress, but he loved her just as much. Erik probably would have never told her out of fear himself.

“like it? girl, I love it.”

This entire energy was different. The new stage in their friendship could possibly evolve into what they both wanted for a while but couldn’t say.

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