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hendolish · 3 months

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💜for Madders x Trent

🖤 for Hendolish

🙏always thrilled to see your writing

james maddison/trent alexander-arnold - suddenly i see ♡

(💜 surprise/impulsive kiss)

As they sit together on a beach in God-knows where, Madders feels a sudden surge of boldness wash over him. Without thinking, he leans in and presses his lips against Trent's, a spontaneous and impulsive gesture fuelled by the warmth of the afternoon sun and the laughter that fills the air around them.

For a moment, time seems to stand still as their lips meet, the world around them fading away as they lose themselves in the sweetness of the moment. And then, just as quickly as it began, the kiss is over, leaving Madders feeling exhilarated and breathless.

As he pulls away, he can see the surprise and delight reflected in Trent's eyes, a mirrored reflection of his own feelings. And in that moment, Madders knows that this unexpected kiss has changed everything, igniting a spark between them that neither of them can deny.

jack grealish/jordan henderson - way too good at goodbyes

(🖤 kissing while crying / goodbye kiss / desperation)

As Jordan stands before him, his expression pained and conflicted, Jack can feel his heart breaking. He knows what's coming before Jordan even says the words.

"We can't do this, Jack," Jordan murmurs, his voice heavy with regret as he curls a hand around his arm. "Our lives are too hectic, too unpredictable. It's not fair to either of us."

Desperation wells up inside Jack, an insistent need to make Jordan understand, to make him stay. Without a second thought, he reaches out and pulls Jordan close, bringing their mouths together in a desperate kiss.

Their mouths meet, salty tears mingling with the taste of their lips, a bittersweet reminder of the emotions swirling between them. It's a kiss filled with longing, with unspoken words and unfulfilled dreams.

But as quickly as it began, the kiss is over, leaving Jack breathless and shaken. He looks into Jordan's eyes, searching for any sign of hope, any indication that they can make this work.

But all he sees is resignation, and Jack knows that despite his best efforts, he may have just lost the one person he can't bear to lose.

♡

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inblurtub · 14 days

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lovingly siesta | a smau | part 2

pairing(s): youngest sister leclerc!reader x f1 grid (platonic), youngest sister leclerc!reader x lando norris

warnings: no face claim, age gap (25-18), protective charles leclerc, super softie pie lando, ooc

need part 1? click here!

yourusername

liked by arthur_leclerc, charles_leclerc and 25.485 others

yourusername while i were pluto-ing 🌌 midterms hit harder than i thought

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user24 i have said it once and i’ll say it again, i missed her being little so much🥹 she is now a college girl with a boyfriend

user26 sis i think we go to the same uni—

arthur_leclerc too bad you don’t go for racing

yourusername every family need a smart ass girl and that is me arthur_leclerc just because you are the only princesse in the family😨 yourusername fair enough

user22 so nobody gonna bring up the 2nd picture?? i’m hungry for context😭

user24 yeh not even charles?? must be my delusion🤯

user29 listen to me, if he wasn’t lando then he couldn’t be anyone else

yourusername posted on their stories

↳ charles_leclerc ma princesse, i wish you all the best with lando, but if he ever hurt you don’t hesitate to tell your brothers. we’re gonna beat his ass real quick

yourusername i know sharl🫶🏻 i love ur three so much that i can’t say enough💓

↳ landonorris WE DID IT

yourusername YES WE DID IT landonorris now i can take you out and treat you meals any time i want😈

↳ arthur_leclerc use protection🙂

yourusername DO NOT spill shit out like that with your verified account🙂 but i will if we really do it

yourusername

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yourusername my fighter🫶🏻 what a wonderful race that was, start to think that i’m your lucky charm! tagged landonorris

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carlossainz55 join the dinner will you😉

yourusername only if @/charles_leclerc allow charles_leclerc as if i have the choice to refuse😒

oscarpiastri he is giggling and kicking feets right now

landnorris osc u are not suppose to expose me! yourusername @/landonorris we have a deal, you can’t interfere

landonorris i love that i look damp through your camera

yourusername what a cutie you are landonorris yes i am🤭

landonorris

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landonorris just helped her in a song that she wrote about her sweetheart

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landonorris minions and none-minions people, be ready for “not-so-single era”

charles_leclerc she wrote a whole song about you what a privilege

landonorris i’m the only one, she got 3 of you guys

yourusername and a bside track exclusively for u🫶🏻

landonorris WHAT BABY DON’T DROP THINGS SO CASUAL😭 I WONT BE READY yourusername :) gotta keep it hush just for the right moment

mclaren can she come to the garage next weekend😉

yourusername nuh uh im still a ferrari girl you know

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babydollmarauders · 1 month

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WHO’S AFRAID OF LITTLE OLD ME? — JACK HUGHES

jack hughes x fem!reader

summary: in which jack hughes should be afraid of what y/n can do to his reputation

notes: yeah, idk what this is either; there’s not much plot.

september 16th, 2023

deuxmoi

24,107 likes

deuxmoi pop sensation, y/n, is seen hands on with new boy toy?

if anyone has any information on who this man is, do come forward! we’d love to know who america’s queen of heartbreak anthems is with now!

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user82 the hand placement?! HELLO?!

user3 oh great, new music where she makes herself some sad victim again

user55 a new love album next?! maybe?!

user09 let’s not get ahead of ourselves, it’s some low grade pap photos posted on a gossip blog. it could’ve been a first date for all we know

user45 @/user09 with the way they are in these pics? absolutely NOT a first date. y/n has famously said she doesn’t get “frisky” early on because of her ex. most definitely a bf

user92 oh her next song is gonna HIT

user06 that guy kinda looks…. where were these taken and when?

deuxmoi all the sender said was that they saw them in michigan last night! know something?

user06 hmm the tl matches! that looks like it could be @/jackhughes , a hockey player for the New Jersey Devils!

user98 OH MY GOD, YOU’RE RIGHT!

user67 those hands?! girlie better never let him go!

september 27th, 2023

y/nofficial

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y/nofficial every dead end street led you straight to me 🤍

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user72 SOFT LAUNCH OH MY GOD

user5 oh he’s got her using emojis?! she’s down BAD

user29 i’m so happy for her, she deserves so much love and happiness and it seems like he gives that to her 🫶

user6 MOTHER?!

user01 what poor boy did she sink her claws into this time?

user9 if you don’t like her, why are you on her post? obsessed much?

sabrinacarpenter he scored 😉

y/nofficial sab!! nah, i think i did!

user92 he better be treating her damn good! it’s what she deserves after ‘he who shall not be named’!

user76 i know who you meant but also started giggling at the idea of her writing an album about voldemort 😭

y/nofficial @/user76 gasp! don’t you know who lover is about?! the dark lord and i just couldn’t make it work :(

october 10th, 2023

jackhughes

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jackhughes as a wise woman once said: “i was enchanted to meet you”

tagged y/nofficial

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y/nofficial my sweet boy 🤍

jackhughes my pretty girl

user76 A HARD LAUNCH

user94 THEY’RE SO SICKENINGLY CUTE 😭 SHE DESERVES THIS

user36 JACK IS DATING Y/N?! OH THE SONGS THAT WILL COME OUT OF THIS

user8 he could do so much better

lhughes_06 about damn time

trevorzegras JACK WHAT THE FUCK YOU’RE JOKING

user02 oh they’re so cute 🥹

dawson1417 did you just… hard launch with the biggest singer in america rn?

jackhughes y/n says “what? like it’s hard?” idk what that means

user16 can we talk about how happy she looks?! and i know her hockey loving self is giggling and kicking her feet over her landing a hockey player! too cute!!

john.marino97 if her next RED-like album is about you, i’m requesting a trade. can’t believe i’m gonna have to listen to songs about YOU

january 1st, 2024

y/nofficial

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y/nofficial thank you 2023, you brought so much love and laughter 🤍 can’t wait to see what 2024 brings!

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user86 oh she’s so down bad she was taking pics of him at his game 😭

user9 one tour pic and three pics regarding to jack? she’s so in love

jackhughes here’s to another year with you, my talented girl

y/nofficial i can’t wait for another year with you, my love 🤍

user55 i can’t wait to see you in KC this year!!

user7 she’s truly living her best life and i’m obsessed!!

user21 i hope 2024 is just as good to you as 2023 was!

january 26th, 2024

deuxmoi

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deuxmoi fan submission: trouble in paradise?

pop sensation, y/n, and her boyfriend, hockey player Jack Hughes, were seen out by a fan last night. the fan claims that they overheard y/n consoling Jack about his recent injury that has left him unable to play. in the video (on our site), you can hear y/n telling Jack “i know not playing is hard, i know it’s sad-”. Jack is heard cutting her off and snapping “you don’t get to tell me about sad. you don’t get it, so stop acting like you do.”according to the fan, y/n left the date alone and in tears.

what do you guys think, is this couple over?

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user29 wow what an asshole, she was just trying to be comforting

user4 wtf?

user07 yeah, can’t say i didn’t expect them to end soon enough

user99 she was trying to comfort him and he snapped at her? yeah, i’d hope they’re over

user20 she deserves better

user19 it’s just an argument, everyone is being so overdramatic

user3 do i think they’re over? no. if we know anything about y/n, it’s that she’s forgiving, sometimes to a fault.

user67 i don’t think they’re broken up but if she was leaving alone and crying, i hope they will be soon enough

user82 has anyone thought that maybe he didn’t need comforting?

user13 umm, obviously he did if he snapped at her

user98 idk about everyone else, but i do think they’re broken up if she left alone and was visibly upset

user23 oh i can’t wait to hear what she writes about him. i’ve known he seemed too good to be true

february 14th, 2024

y/nofficial

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y/nofficial happy valentines to my favorite boy 🤍

the most kind-hearted, respectful, and loving man i’ve ever had the pleasure of being able to call mine. nobody is perfect, but i think you’re pretty close to it. i’m so eternally grateful to have you in my life 🤍

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user6 oh, she’s still with him

user02 y/n, baby, please come to your senses

user14 i don’t like him at all after last month

jackhughes happy valentines, beautiful girl ❤️

user65 “nobody is perfect” oh, mother is telling us rn

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march 23rd, 2024

deuxmoi

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deuxmoi looks like y/n and her hockey beau have called it quits! eagle eyed fans spotted last night that they’ve unfollowed each other on instagram and y/n deleted all photos of him.

previously, y/n ONLY followed jack, now she’s back down to 0, which fans seem to read as a finality to their relationship.

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user95 about time! after that spat in january, i feel like everyone was waiting for this

user72 EVERYONE MOVE! EVERYONE REJOICE! MOTHER IS FREE!

user24 GOOD RIDDANCE!!

user61 can’t wait to hear who the catalyst was, him or her?

user3 obviously she’ll make herself out to be the victim

user61 @/user3 tell me you’ve never actually listened to y/n without telling me you’ve never actually listened to y/n 🙄 she doesn’t shy away from admitting if she was the one who ruined a relationship, she admits she has problems and that sometimes she gets in her own head

user8 it was obviously him after that video in january

user23 everyone is celebrating but have we stopped for a second to realize that she’s probably really heart broken right now?

user70 fr! like, she seemed so in love with him and i feel so bad for her. she seemed to love him a lot more than her exes and we all know she’s a hopeless romantic at heart, so she was probably imagining marriage and babies with him and then he showed his true colors

april 1st, 2024

y/nofficial

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y/nofficial there’s always a fool, but i guess all’s fair in love and poetry… new album THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT. out May 14 🩶

but surprise! the first and only single, Who’s Afraid of Little Old Me? comes out April 19 🩶

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user18 MOTHER DOES NOT PLAY!!! AHHH

user63 may 14th 💀 she said “i’m not fucking around, y’all WILL know who this is about.”

user9 significance of may 14th?

user63 @/user9 it’s jack’s birthday 💀

user00 OH SHE MUST REALLY HAVE SOME SHIT TO SAY IF SHE’S ACTUALLY DROPPING A SINGLE BEFORE THE ALBUM

user78 i wonder if jack feels stupid yet

user12 new y/n album before GTA6

user93 the vibes??? mother didn’t write an album, she wrote a EULOGY

april 19th, 2024

y/nofficial

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y/nofficial at this hearing, i stand before my fellow members of The Tortured Poets Department with a summary of my findings.

Who’s Afraid of Little Old Me? out now.

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user72 i’m speechless

user2 “you don’t get to tell me about sad” SHE REALLY FUCKING DID THAT

user33 I AM IN SHOCK!

user94 MOTHER CALLED HIM OUT

user78 once again i ask, @/jackhughes do you feel stupid yet?

user61 dude just got surgery and she still came for his neck 😭

user09 i mean, not like she was gonna change the release date just because of that but it’s still so 😭

user22 “the scandal was contained….. at all costs keep your good name” she really spoke on the january spat, didn’t she?

user12 “WHO’S AFRAID OF LITTLE OLD ME?”

user77 @/jackhughes you should be

john.marino97 🩶🩶

user82 oh he’s MESSY! i love it 💀

user50 tbh, i look at this single like a warning. it sounds like jack didn’t think it through before he broke her heart and didn’t think she would speak on him, but she’s warning him right now that he should be scared because she has a lot to say about him and their relationship

user31 she’s so— i love her

february 8th, 2025

y/nofficial posted on their story

february 10th, 2025

y/nofficial

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y/nofficial brand new, full throttle <3

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user93 i- did she just inadvertently tell us we’ve all been wrong about who So High School is about?

user77 this is the fastest she’s ever gotten into a new relationship and you know that means she has to be in LOVE

user04 AHHHHH Y/N AND JOHN MARINO

user82 how do you know it’s him? she didn’t even tag anyone and you can’t see his face

user04 @/user82 she posted john on her story a couple days ago! they’re on vacation together while he’s on bye-week!

user23 i don’t wanna get ahead of myself but,,, they met through jack, did they not? and now they’re dating? mother is messy

user51 is it messy? yeah, maybe- but people have already looked back through old interviews of his, and she’s been his celeb crush for a WHILE now. and i mean, hey, she’s dating someone only a couple years older than her now, one can only assume he’s more mature than j*ck

user92 the way she clings onto him 🥹

user88 she deserves happiness, i really hope he gives that to her 🫶

john.marino97 i knew what i wanted and i got her ♥️

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mysteriawrites · 4 months

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Hey 👐 How do you think LDS Boys will react when someone else flirts with their significant other in front of them? Thank you 💪

Love and Deepspace Boys when someone flirts with their S/O

Xavier:

Imo xavier has the energy of like a sleepy golden retriever.

He’s the quiet type so he’s not gonna get all macho or anything and he trusts you.

However he may (not) subtly get more touchy with you to see if the person will take a fuckin hint

If the person doesn’t back off or is genuinely making you uncomfortable then he’ll make up an excuse and have you play along

“Sorry to interrupt you conversation, but MC we have a very important hunter mission to get to right?” 😉

Once you get away from that guy he’ll be very cuddly and affectionate with you

If you point it out he’ll play dumb but you can see his cheeks turning red-

Zayne:

I don’t see him as much of the jealous type

He’s usually calm cool and collected and he trusts with p much everything unless you’re being an idiot

He’ll p much let you handle it yourself unless he has to intervene

If it does get to that point man will just tell it like it is he aint messin around

“The way you’re treating them is very rude and your behavior will not be tolerated.”

*gives the coldest glare he can muster*

And then he just grabs your arm and drags you away from the unworthy rat

When asked about it he’ll just calmly say that they were being disrespectful

“My lover does not deserve to be treated that way”

Rafayel:

As usual he’s petty af

Once he sees someone getting the slightest bit more of your attention than him he will get so fuckin handsy it’s not even funny

He’ll just saunter over all like “oh hey babe who’s this? *slings arm over your shoulder* “hey im rafayel nice to meet you”

his smile will be a bit too wide while not reaching his eyes lowkey looks like a psychopath

If the other person doesn’t leave he’ll start doing lovey dovey shit like swinging your arms together or holding your or putting his head on your head/shoulder depending on your height

May outright make out with you if he gets desperate enough

Once the other person feels awkward and leaves and you bring it up he”ll try and feign innocence but overall be like “i gotta show the world what’s mine”

#multi fandom blog #multifandom account #multifandom #multifandom writer #multi fandoms posts #multifandom fanfiction #multifandom x reader #multifandom imagines #love and deepspace #love and deepspace x reader #xavier x reader #zayne x reader #rafayel x reader

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sandy-the-glader · 4 months

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Hi!! If it’s okay, can I please request an Adrian Chase x soft and innocent!fem!reader where they are coworkers at Fennel Fields, him being a busboy, and she is a waitress. The two of them have feelings for each other, Adrian just trying to get the confidence to ask her out. A group of guys come in every week are super loud, rude, and also make Y/n (who is taking their order) very uncomfortable, and when Y/n turns down their advances, they say some very mean things and make her cry. Adrian is absolutely FUMING, literally having to hold himself back from going at them right then and there, instead following her to the kitchen try to calm her down (in his own Adrian way), promising to “take care of it” . She 100% thinks he means kicking them out, but the group of men get a “visit” from Vigilante… the group “disappears” without a trace “, never to bother Y/n again.

Adrian softly kissing a very relieved Y/n when the men don’t return to the restaurant, she doesn’t know about Adrian’s Vigilante side nor does she know the fate of the group of men, but Adrian takes it as a compliment nonetheless

The Protector

Character: Adrian Chase x InnocentFem!Reader

Type: Fluff/Comfort, Angst

Length: 2.7k words

Summary: Request above!

Trope: Best friends to lovers, Co-workers to lovers

A/N: I have not done anything for Adrian in a while and I love him so much aaaaaaa! I bent the request ever so slightly. Also, let me know if I should make a part two of this but it’s Adrian’s POV 😉

"God that group is back." I hissed. "How do they always manage to get seated in my section?" Me and Adrian eyed them from the kitchen.

"I don't know but they never tip well either. I think all the tattoo ink got into their brains or something." Adrian glared at the noisy group. I smiled at his joke. He always lightened the mood and I was forever thankful for that.

"God it's twenty minutes until closing why do they always come in here late?" I grumbled folding my arms.

The group was dreadful and I have no idea how they haven't gotten in any section but mine yet. They've been showing up the past 3 weeks on Saturday nights and past close. Me and Adrian had plans ruined because of those guys. I've been working here for 1 year and a half (Adrian for longer) and I've never had a worse group of customers.

Usually, the worst is an old lady who asks for the manager when the food isn't exactly to her liking. Or a group of teenage boys who don't buy anything they just sit there and be as loud as possible.

Sometimes me and Adrian went to see movies together on Fridays or had plans with friends and I loved it. That's what made me look forward to the end of the week but with this lousy group of 40-year-old biker guys trashing the tables and leaving sometimes a zero-dollar tip was starting to have the opposite effect on me.

"You know I can take the table for you. I know they're pretty shitty guys." He looked at me and I shook my head softly. His green eyes dazzling in the heat lamps made me almost take back rejecting the offer. When he looked at me the way he did it made my heart flutter. They were so careful and easy.

"You take over my shifts all the time Adrian. The least I can do is deal with one unpleasant table. I can do it." I looked back at him with determination. Besides he was only a busboy, not a waiter though I'm sure he could do the job just fine.

It was true though. Every time I was sick he took over no questions asked. Sometimes he even encouraged me to call out sick when all I had was a cough. He was my best friend after all but he always went above and beyond with the way he treated me.

Sure my other co-workers were nice like Taylor treated me nicely but never as nice as Adrian. From the get-go, he was kind to me always guiding me to where things were or making small talk with me to help get me though my shifts. He was never afraid to give me a hand in anything I needed.

He looked very unsure of my decision but he didn't protest as I left to deal with said table. Though I could still feel his eyes glued to my back. I pushed open the door and

I strode over there with a sudden burst of confidence. I could do it. Then when It's all over me and Adrian can go back to his apartment and watch movies all night like usual.

As soon as I reached the table that confidence slowly started to melt away.

They were a group of 5, all big-looking, and they were like I said a biker gang. Sometimes I hate my job.

"Hello I'm Y/n I'll be your server today can I get you any drinks to start with?" My hands trembled as they gripped the sides of my apron. Whistles filled the air as the men's eyes wandered across my body. Some even leaned over to get better looks at me.

"Looking good honey!" I laughed nervously trying to be as polite as I could to them.

I felt so incredibly uncomfortable. I felt my cheeks getting hot. I was even embarrassed to be close to them. I cleared my throat trying to get them to reply to the simple task at hand.

"Waters for all of us." What I was sure the group leader spoke out. "Please, baby." He added. His group let out an array of deep chuckles. I felt sweat start to appear on my skin. I smiled and walked off in the back. As soon as my backs were to them my smile vanished off my face.

Oh god, it's barely been 5 minutes with them and I already want to leave. Once I got back there Adrian was still standing in the same spot looking at me with a pleading look.

"Don't look at me with those eyes." Those pleading begging green eyes.

"You can still take my offer you know." He pressed his lips together. "Because you look like you need that help. It's not like a bad look or anything but you look kind of helpless. In a good way." Adrian rambled. I've known him for so long I could decipher any message he gave me.

"It's fine I can handle it," I said firmly. I wasn't going to let them get the better of me. Just seeing and having Adrian here made it better.

He was a complete nerd and I loved having someone like that. I loved hearing him talk about DND and all of his hobbies. Then I got to start doing it out of work too.

We even set up a DND campaign at one point. It was a little confusing at first but playing with him made me understand. The memories of us together made me way more relaxed.

I poured those glasses of water and put them all onto a tray and held it with one hand. I pushed the door open almost spilling them in the process and walked back to the table.

"There she is!" One of them shouted. I placed all of the glasses on the table without a word trying to keep my cool.

I watched some make extremely disgusting gestures. Just 20 more minutes and you can go home. Just 20 more long excruciating minutes.

"She's a beauty isn't she fellas?" The main one asked. I swallowed thickly not excited for their replies. I did not have the energy for this today.

"Oh definitely would talk her home. You single honey?" One of them eyed me.

"Uhm yes, I am I'm just not looking for anything like that right now." I lied trying to get him to understand the message.

"Nah she's lying they're always in the market." My feet wouldn't move. I felt scared. Uncomfortable. Where's Adrian? I shouldn't have taken this table. "Come give me a chance honey!" He begged. Can't this guy take a hint?

"No, thank you I'm sorry." I tried to stay as polite as possible. "What would you guys like to-" I was instantly cut off.

"It's not like her makeup hides much." They laughed. I felt ashamed to be here.

"And she could smile more. Where's our cute smile sweetie?" I couldn't smile to save my life. I would not give them what they wanted. My lips trembled.

"Nah her smile would be ugly too we can't ask for something she doesn't have." The table erupted in laughter.

"Look at her she's a doll. She could get any guy she wanted."

“Maybe she’s a slut. No wonder she's not in the market she just sleeps around!” Barked another.

I looked up to see Adrian cleaning some dishes from a couple tables in front of them.

He was looking at me because he had clearly heard that nasty remark. His eyebrows were furrowed and he looked red with anger. He was seething and I could see his hand gripping the rag he was holding tightly.

Then the dam in my eyes broke. Tears started to brim my eyes and I stormed back into the kitchen quickly. As I left I heard them start to laugh louder. I shoved open the outside door and sat on the picnic bench we had out there.

I leaned my head in my hands and let the tears spill over my cheeks. I couldn't think about anything other than their words and how humiliated I felt. I felt like screaming at them but I just couldn't. That wasn't how I was.

Who did they think they were? Coming into our restaurant and treating me like shit for what reason? Do they have nothing better to do with their life?

I heard the door swing open and I tried to cover up my sniffling but it was no use. It slammed shut and I heard quick footsteps trot over to the bench. I already knew it was Adrian so I let him sit next to me. As soon as he put his arm around me it all came rushing back out.

"Hey hey, I'm right here." He whispered softly, I wrapped my arms around his back and in that moment he was all that mattered. I just wanted to have Adrian by my side. He awkwardly patted my back.

"Thank you." I wiped my cheeks which now had mascara smeared down them. "I'm a mess," I complained to him. He didn't say anything he just kept holding me. I knew he could struggle with comforting and with words in general sometimes. "You don't have to stay here you know. I'm already in trouble for abandoning my table i don't need you getting into it too." I frowned.

"Oh no, I'm staying." I snuggled myself into his side. "They don't deserve you. They're dicks who don't know how to treat women and that feels like a crime. They had no right to insult you like that." I nodded trying to listen to his words but I still felt shitty. "And that's like so not cool." He said and finally, a small smile spread across my face. He let out a built-up sigh of relief that I was starting to feel a bit better.

"I know. It still hurts though."

"No matter what those guys say they're so wrong." I looked up at him and he was already glancing at me. "You look so beautiful without makeup. I'm not saying you look bad with makeup on I mean like the complete opposite." I started to grin at his ranting.

"Thank you A. It means a lot." He enjoyed the small nickname. He continued to rub small circles into my back relaxing me.

"But those guys will never bother you again." He said still heated by the situation. "I'll make sure of it and because I really like you okay?" He confessed. "And seeing you hurt like that hurt me." he stared at the ground.

The confession threw me off. I always stressed about him liking me but hearing those words fall from his lips felt bewitching. I pulled away from him and looked at him eye to eye.

"Oh fuck I mean!" His cheeks grew pink. "Like I like having you as a friend not like in like I've been crushing on you since I've laid eyes on you and have been dreaming about you or anything because that would be like..." I leaned closer to him and brushed my thumb against his cheek. His face was warm and soft beneath my hand. "crazy." He whispered finishing his sentence.

"Don't lie to me right now Chase." I frowned. He sighed as he realized he'd been caught.

"Okay yeah, maybe I really like you." His eyes never once left me. "And maybe I have been dreaming about you since I first saw you."

"You better not be joking with me right now. Or I will continue to cry ."

"Okay um do not cry again please I already handled the first time poorly. But I am certainly not kidding." I moved my hand from his cheek to his hand which was much larger than mine.

"You better not be because I like you too." He blinked a few times trying to determine if I was the one joking around this time. He moved a stray piece of hair out of my face and tucked it neatly behind my ear. His eyes flickered down towards my lips and back up to my eyes. Was he really about to kiss me right now?

He swiftly closed the gap between us and captured my lips in a phenomenal kiss. Maybe he wasn't all nerdy after all because damn he knew how to kiss. Sure I have barely kissed anyone my whole life but he made it feel so right. He slowly pulled back to look at my face.

"Was that okay? If it wasn't I can totally like stop. I don't mind at all." I squeezed his hand and hugged him.

"It was perfect. Thank you." For having such a shitty night he made me realize the better. Like how the stars seemed to shine just a bit brighter than before and the moon was glowing just a little more than it just had. All because of Adrian

"How about I go deal with them and I also go grab our stuff since it's about time we clock out we have a fun relaxing night tonight?" He proposed.

"I would love nothing more."

"Good. Now you wait here!"

Once I got inside his apartment I immediately collapsed and melted into his couch with a loud dramatic sigh. He had probably the most comfortable apartment imaginable.

"Oh shit." I heard him hiss.

"What's wrong?"

"I was supposed to drop by the store after our shift to grab some things from the store..." He trailed off looking sheepish.

"Go ahead, Adrian. I know it will be all you talk about if you don't." He nodded before muttering a quick 'thank you' and leaving.

I had a really long day in general so as much as I wanted to I did not feel like waiting up for him. I left my work bag on the couch and wandered to his room.

His bookshelf overflowed with books and tabletop games, His bed was slightly messy from the morning, and it felt like him. I dug through his dresser to find this shirt that had a cool-looking dragon and a D20 on it. I took off my apron and work shirt and threw it on. I really hope he doesn't mind.

I threw my shoes somewhere on his floor and crumbled onto his bed. God his blankets were so soft.

It had been an hour before Adrian finally made his way home. He took off his mask and suit and tucked it away in the hall closet once he got home. He'd deal with all the blood later.

He walked through the hall and pushed open the door to see his best friend asleep on his bed in his shirt. He couldn't be happier to come home to this. She finally looked at ease snuggled beneath his covers.

Adrian scooted himself into his bed and joined her. He placed a small gentle kiss on her forehead and spooned her.

"They won't hurt you again." He whispered before allowing himself to drift off to sleep with her in his arms.

I waited afraid week after week to see that group come back but they never did. Nor the week after that or the next. I soon started to get curious about what Adrian meant when he said he'd "deal with them." Did he get the manager involved? Did he really have that strong effect on them? Maybe he even beat them up. He's too soft for that right?

Anyway, I was just happy to be with the one I've crushed on for so long. It felt good. Better than anything has ever been.

Tonight we were staying in on the couch while we waited for the popcorn to finish in the microwave of his apartment. The smell drifted through the room making me even more hungry than I was before.

"I'm glad they're gone." I looked up at him. His glasses glowed from the light of his phone.

"Me too. I hate seeing you upset." I leaned on his shoulder and my eyes wandered quickly over to his phone. Just a quick peek it wouldn't mean anything. He was texting Chris who according to him was his guy best friend. I had met him a few times for drinks after work and he was a pretty alright guy. I scanned the words and...

I finally got to use the chainsaw on those guys :)

What does that mean?

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Hockey x Football

I hope you love it❤️

(These photos do not belong to me, this is all fanfiction)

Jack Hughes x Female Kelce Reader

Jackhughes

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Jackhughes my girl🤍

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Ynkelce I love you🤍

→Jackhughes love you more🤍

Elblue06 you guys are the cutest 🥹🤍

→ ynkelce miss you mama hughes🤍

→ Jackhughes Love you mom🤍

Trevorzegras since when do you have a girl?!?!?

→ Jackhughes dude I told you like 6 months ago?

→Trevorzegras I thought it was just a dream🤷🏻‍♂️

→ Colecaufield idiot!!!

→Jackhughes 🤦🏻

Quinnhughes you guys make me feel so single🙄

→Jackhughes then find yourself a girlfriend!

→Ynkelce Jack don’t be rude!!

Alexturcotte she looks familiar 🤔

→ ynkelce 🫣

Jasonkelce You better treat her right!!!!!

→ Jackhughes always!!!

→ Alexturcotte wait a damn minute….

NicoHischier The team likes her more than you!!!

→ dougiehamilton I agree!!!!

Dawsonmercer 🥹🥹

Joshnorris You better not fuck up, i’m pretty sure her brothers could squish you like a bug!!!

→traviskelce You got that right!!!

→Jackhughes 🫣

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Ynkelce Apparently I’m more of a hockey fan than a football fan!🤷🏼‍♀️🤩🏒❤️

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Jackhughes I’m glad!!😉🤍🤍

traviskelce he’s lucky jason and i actually like him!

→ ynkelce hehe🤭

Donnakelce you two are so cute!!!❤️

→ynkelce Love you mom❤️

→Jackhughes Thanks mama kelce!!!

Trevorzegras I don’t like you, you went and stole my man😭

→ynkelce what can i say, he loves me more!!

→Jackhughes trev why am i friends with you?🤦🏻

→Trevorzegras BECAUSE I’M AMAZING!!!

→Ynkelce are you sure?

→Trevorzegras I’m not talking to you!

→Quinnhughes Trevor stop acting like a baby!!!!!

Patrickmahomes I feel betrayed 😐

→ynkelce Sorry pat!!!!!

→ Colecaufield oh. My. God.

Kyliekelce The prettiest girl ever🤍

→ ynkelce I love you!!! I’m coming to visit you & the kids soon!!!🤍🤍

→ Kyliekelce Can’t wait!!

NicoHischier The better sport!!!!

Dawsonmercer DID YOU SEE MY GOAL?!?!?

→ Ynkelce YES, IT WAS AMAZING!!!

→Dawsonmercer THANK YOU!!

→Jackhughes WHY ARE WE YELLING ?

AlexTurcotte Jack forgot to mention the part where you’re related to Travis and Jason Kelce!

→Jackhughes oups!

Colecaufield YAYY!!

Kansascheifs we are offended!

→Ynkelce Sorry admin😐

Trevorzegras Wait… are the rumour true about taylor swift??

→ynkelce I thought you hated me?

→Trevorzegras Will you tell me if i say it was a joke?

→ Jackhughes Trevor leave my girlfriend alone!

→ Ynkelce Listen to jack!!!!

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ynkelce Ignore what i said last time football is back to being my favourite🏈🤍

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Jackhughes Can’t argue with that!!

Quinnhughes bring me next time!!!!

→ Ynkelce Definitely!!!!

Alexturcotte Trevor is gonna be jealoussss,

Colecaufield Omg yn I love you for this!!!!!

→ ynkelce 😂😭

→ Jackhughes 🤦🏻

NicoHischier Where was my invite?

→ dawsonmercer or mine?

→ Ynkelce Jack i told you we forgot something 🤦🏼‍♀️

→ Jackhughes my bad boys!

Tysmith Never thought i’d be jealous of jack…

→ Jackhughes it’s because of taylor isn’t it?

→ Tysmith yes!

Jamiedrysdale Oh Trevor is going to love you now😂

→ ynkelce He’s not going to leave me alone now is he?

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Ryanrenolds hockey game next?

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Blakelively So nice meeting you, we have to hangout again soon!!!!

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Traviskelce The best part was seeing me right?

→ ynkelce sure let’s go with that!

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Trevorzegras YOU HUNG OUT WITH TAYLOR SWIFT?!?!?!?!

Trevorzegras I DON’T HATE YOU ANYMORE

Trevorzegras INVITE ME PLEASE, I WANT TO MEET HER!!

→ ynkelce Maybe… maybe not

→ Trevorzegras PLEASE I’LL NEVER BE MEAN TO YOU AGAIN🙏

→ Ynkelce I’ll invite you next time, NOW STOP TEXTING ME!!

→ Trevorzegras THANK YOU THANK YOU

→ Jackhughes Oh my🤦🏻

Elblue06 the most fun football game ever🤍

→ ynkelce So happy you could make it!!🤍

Taylorswift I love you🤍

→ ynkelce I love youu🤍

→ Trevorzegras OH. MY. GOD. THIS IS REAL!

→ Taylorswift Hi trevor!

→ Trevorzegras sjduywbsudjsj

→ Troyterry so this is why Trevor fainted?!?

→ Jamiedrysdale i think trevor had a heart attack…

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The Summer I Remembered You (C.F) (Part 12)

A/N: SURPRISE! Finished this one quick Get ready for a roller coaster… 😉

Synopsis: house party goes to shit, and Jeremiah finds out the truth. A long awaited talk happens between Conrad and Yn.

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Last Summer, Age 16

“We have to do something, it’s my birthday!” I grab Steven on the shoulder and he groans.

“Your only 16, what do you want to do, drugs?” Jeremiah pats Steven on the shoulder which only makes me angry. Conrad came up from behind us and sat down on the couch.

“Vicky’s throwing a party tonight? We could go there?”

“Vicky Haspera? Why her?” Steven hits Jeremiah on the head as he says this statement.

“Shut up Jere. We all know you don’t want to go because you made out with her.”

Of course he did. Yuck.

“Would Belly come with us?”

“No.” Steven says, and his face stayed stern. I knew there was no way out of this one but I really wanted Belly to come, who was I supposed to talk to?

“It’ll be fun, yn.” Conrad says while touching my nose and then I smack him on the shoulder.

“Disgusting.” Steven murmurs before getting up and going to his room. I flip him off and soon after, Jeremiah is following.

“He’s so annoying. I mean, why can’t Belly come? She’s practically our age and Steven just wants to fuck someone and if Belly comes she’ll definitely tell Laurel so—”

I stop when I notice Conrad staring at me like that. That look. The look that had changed everything.

“Stop looking at me like that.” I say while shoving his face away from mine.

“Like what?”

“Like, that.” I motion with my hands.

That look could kill me and break me.

“I’m going for a swim.” I say, and before he can respond i’m out the door. I needed to be away from him because if I wasn’t, something bad would happen.

—

Jeremiah and Conrad’s love was different.

After that night, I forced myself to like, even love Jeremiah. I’ve stopped trying though. I thought if I did then Belly could have Conrad and I would be okay with Jeremiah. I did it all for Belly.

Jeremiah loved you in a way you should be loved. If you let him, he would treat you like the only girl in the world. Shower you with constant affection, even embarrass you in public. His love was good. But he couldn’t take things seriously, that’s the difference with him and Conrad.

Jeremiah does a lot of things to try and be better than Conrad, and that’s sadly made him more like Adam. I feel horrible that neither me or Belly loved him like that. Maybe Belly, but not me. At the end of the day, Conrad still was the our first. My first.

Conrad, his love wasn’t easy. On the outside he likes to display this guy who can’t get hurt, but he can. You have to work for every smile, every motion from him. That’s what Belly says, but for me it just felt easy. Everything was so easy with Conrad until it wasn’t. Until I gave into my feelings.

Once Conrad did love you, no one else mattered. Conrad didn’t give a shit about the other pretty girls that payed attention to him, he only had eyes for one. The one. Jeremiah may treat you like the only girl in the world, but he loves to be treated like a king by everyone else. He craves that attention, which is what sets him and Conrad apart.

I always loved Conrad. It look me a while to finally admit to myself, but I did. I couldn’t love Jeremiah. Him and Belly work well together. Because, Jeremiah could be Conrad to Belly, if she just opened her eyes.

Until she does, i’m stuck.

—

Later that night, Frankie was curling my hair for the party. The theme was retro so I was wearing a blue glitter skirt with a retro blue top. The party invites had gotten out and way to many people were coming.

“So, how you feel about tonight?” Frankie says while grabbing a piece of my hair, curling it.

I sigh, “Don’t start.”

“What?”

“I know what your trying to get me to talk about.” I point a finger at the mirror so she can see.

“Cmon, we have to talk about it eventually.”

“No.”

“It was a year ago today.”

“I know.” I whisper.

I’ve tried to avoid it but I know I won’t be able to forever. Just seeing his face is enough.

“I’m gonna talk to him then—”

“Frankie, don’t.” I beg.

“Fine, but you have to eventually. I mean- what happened was.. it was something but he was your.. I don’t know.”

I knew why she didn’t say best-friend because we’re we ever? It took me a while to accept it, but the longing stares, almost kisses, all of them, led up to this. That.

“All done.” Frankie says peering next to me and showing a smile, “You look great.”

I scoff, “Says you.”

“We’re hot bitches.”

“Never say that again.” I shove her shoulder and we both radiate with laughter.

“Let’s go show Conrad what he’s missing.”

“Shut up.”

Once we got downstairs, everyone was already there besides Steven and Taylor, and who knew what they were doing. Steven had a girlfriend, but he already cheated on Shayla once. People were already starting to come in and for a moment I regretted this, thinking about what Laurel and Susannah are gonna say.

“Are you guys sure about this?” I ask.

Jeremiah rolls his eyes and puts an arm around my shoulders, “Yn, please, we have nothing to lose.”

“I would say we have a lot to loose.” Steven says, coming into the circle with Taylor close to him.

“Where’s Shayla?” I say staring Steven down.

“Relax, she’s coming.”

Jeremiah clears his throat which grabs everyone’s attention, and he shows us the drinks he has on a plate, “I think it’s only right we drink to yns birthday, who means more to us then she knows. Happy Birthday yn!”

Everybody cheers before clinking glasses and taking the shot. It felt good, special. Conrad looked at me for a moment, and from my side gaze I looked at him too. Saw him. Everything about him.

“Let’s party!” Belly shouts and everyone screams along with her.

We’re gonna be in deep shit, but why the hell not?

Me and Belly said hi to the debs and as we made our way around the party it didn’t actually occur to me how drunk we were getting until Belly tripped on a wire, me just barely catching her.

“You okay?”

“G- great! I feel.. great?”

I laugh thinking about those words she said on the fourth, and she definitely wasn’t fine. The last time she was dunk she outed Steven for his secret, and even though he deserved it I really don’t want a repeat.

I felt myself stumble a little but a giggle was produced from my mouth.

I hope this could last forever, this feeling. This high.

While walking around, someone called me and I instantly turned to gauge where they were.

“Yn! Come take a picture!” Conrad yells and a smile appears on my face. I ran over to him and he made the objective decision to put his arm around my waist, which I did not decline. I felt him stare at me from the side while Steven took the picture.

“You look beautiful.” Conrad whispers in my ear.

That’s when it happened. The rage. The love. The nostalgia of it all. This night a year ago.

“Stop Conrad.”

“Stop what?”

“Stop this.” I push his hand away from me and he stumbles back a little.

“yn—”

“Leave me alone.” I make my way for the front door, but I don’t miss his footsteps follow me. That high, happy feeling, it was gone. I was angry and God knows what I was going to say if he tried to reason.

—

“Yn would you just listen?” I hear him say and then i’m being pulled back. I practically slap his chest which makes him back up a little.

“No, no. No more listening to you. Once I listen, it all goes to shit Conrad.”

He stays silent as I rant about everything. Everything that’s been on my heart since day one.

“It’s not fair, you know. What you do to me. I come to cousins and your acting like a fucking asshole but constantly remind me of that night, and then you say it a mistake and that you don’t care, and then you fucking kiss me? Make up your mind Conrad!”

“I’m sorry, what?”

Me and Conrad’s heads are turned towards the voice, and I swore I heard my heart drop to my stomach when I saw it. Them.

Belly. Belly and Jeremiah.

“Belly—”

“What do you mean ‘that night?’ and kiss? You guys kissed?” The anger laced in her voice was easy to spot, and I couldn’t keep exhausting ways out of this. I’ve tried, but there’s nothing else left to do.

“I can explain.” I walk closer to her but she smacks my arm away and I since a little.

Jeremiah just stares at Conrad in disgust.

“So that’s why. That’s why you guys went home early that night.”

Shit.

Conrad shakes his head, “Jere—”

“Your fucking disgusting, man. No wonder yn stopped talking to you.” Jeremiah spat.

“So there is something with you and Conrad?” Belly shakes her head and beings to raise her voice. “I knew it. You lied to me this whole summer, and last summer and everything else before?”

“Belly, please—”

“No, no don’t say anything. You fucking lied to me, this whole time. Your my sister and you’ve just been lying about everything?”

“This isn’t yns fault, this is all Conrad’s.” Jeremiah points to Conrad who might be shaking at this point.

“What?” Conrad mumbles.

“You can’t just act like yn is your fucking property, Conrad. Not when you fuck her and then drop her—”

“Shut the fuck up Jere.” Conrad’s voice was getting more angry by the minute. I could tell.

“I’m sorry, you guys did what?!” Belly’s hands were on her head and she was pacing around while I stood their in shock. How did Jeremiah know?

“Jeremiah, how did you?”

“Easy, yn. You guys aren’t that good at hiding it.” Jeremiah then walks closer to Conrad, and their noses are practically touching.

“You can’t have it all. Belly, yn, fuck Conrad! If yn wasn’t blind she would realize you used her.”

“Jeremiah, stop trying to use me to get to him.” I say before feeling the tears stream down my face and running back into the party.

—

Conrad POV:

I didn’t want it to happen like this. With yn. I thought I could avoid her and everything that happened would go away but seeing her this summer has proved it impossible. Was it even possible for someone to get more beautiful over a year?

She was always my best friend. From the time we were kids I always noticed her. I couldn’t notice Belly. It was always her. I wish I could go back and change what happened, but I cant.

I stumble through the party, one we never should of thrown and look for yn. When I don’t see her in reach I know there’s only one place she could be, one place that helps us all. I run out the back door and make my way towards the beach.

There she was. With a bottle of alcohol making her way toward the ocean.

“yn! Come back inside!”

“Leave me alone Conrad.”

“I cant.” I almost say begging. Because that’s the truth. I cant leave her alone because there’s this string that ties me to her.

—

I didn’t want to listen to him and his lies. He didn’t want to leave me alone, but he could. It was all too much. The tears wouldn’t stop streaming down my face and that’s when I felt a strong pair of arms wrap around me and pick me up.

“CONRAD! LET GO OF ME!”

“Your drunk, yn. We’re going inside.”

I bang his back repeatedly until he finally drops me. I didn’t look at him, I just got up and stared anywhere else but at his gaze.

“I’m not leaving you, yn, okay? Please come back inside.”

“No, no you already did that. You left that night Conrad. Why the fuck did you leave? You fuck me and then act like it never happened? Was it a joke to you?”

He shakes his head rapidly and his voice cracks when he says, “What do you mean, what do you mean?”

“Why didn’t you fight? For us? For this?” I begin to smack his chest and it only makes me more angry when no reaction comes out of him. I couldn’t hold it back anymore. I was full on sobbing.

“I loved you, Conrad. You were my first love, first everything. Jeremiah was- he was right, you fucking used me. You didn’t love me.”

“No, no that’s not true. If I didn’t love you I wouldn’t have got this—” He pauses before pulling something out of his pocket. It’s a necklace.

It’s infinity.

“Remember infinity? I taught you and Belly it a long time ago. But it reminded me of you. It still does and I got this for your birthday, yn. I should have given it to you this morning, because I don’t wanna loose you.”

I shook my head and looked down but his hands guide my face back to his. Making me look deep into his eyes.

“Yn I love you. Please.”

“I can’t. I- cant.” I shake my head again but Conrad doesn’t give in. Instead, he locks his lips with mine and I can’t help it. I felt like giving in because this was all I wanted. A confession from him.

“I love you.” He mumbles against my lips and a shiver goes down my spine. I love you. I love you.

When we pull away I push his hands away gently and look at him. “I can’t. Not right now.”

And then I’m walking away in tears, not bothering to look behind.

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A/N: AHHHHH HOW WE FEELING?! next ep will explain a lot of things but y’all i’m pounding these episodes outtttt. Cant believe we’re nearing the end of this series:(

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socialfakes · 25 days

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the devils in the details

chapter 3; part 5: throwback

nhl x platonic!fem!reader

eventual luke hughes x fem!reader

the masterlist

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yourinstagram | as sweet as this picture is, can we just take a moment to appreciate how adorable quinn actually looks here? 😊 tagged: _quinnhughes, jackhughes, lhughes_06

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_quinnhughes i believe you had a crush on me around this time 😉 | yourinstagram i am never going to live that down, am i? 🤦🏻‍♀️ | jackhughes oh absolutely not 😏

elblue6 oh this is too precious. where did you find this? 😊 | yourinstagram was going through a scrapbook from early childhood years and found this on a page marked ‘my favorite cuties’ | _quinnhughes i was the cutest, right? | yourinstagram actually jack was 😏 | _quinnhughes yeah well 8 year old you definitely thought otherwise 😂 | jackhughes she’s clearly lying because there’s like 10 hearts around quinn’s name | lhughes_06 i can confirm the lie. sorry, y/n | yourinstagram that’s it. i'm moving out again 🙄 | lhughes_06 no please don’t 🥺 | yourinstagram really can’t say no to you 😔❤

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elblue6 | found the cutest pic of my baby 😊❤ tagged: lhughes_06, yourinstagram

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yourinstagram awe look at that baby 😊 | elblue6 he was the cutest wasn’t he? | yourinstagram still is 😊

jackhughes mom who’s your favorite son? | lhughes_06 50 bucks she says me | elblue6 quinn of course 😊

user11 okay if ellen tagged y/n in the pic, does that mean there’s something there now? | yourinstagram 🤔

user02 notice how jack had to specify son 😂 does she have any more kids? | jackhughes nope. just us boys. but if i had asked her who her favorite child was, she would’ve answered y/n without hesitation. she adores her to no end and treats her like another child 😔 | yourinstagram well that’s because i am 😉 | jackhughes but if you’re another child, that would mean you and luke wouldn’t be able to date 😂 | yourinstagram okay fine. point made 😏

user16 guys are we going to ignore the fact that y/n still thinks luke is the cutest? | yourinstagram if you know what’s good for you 👍🏻😂 | yourinstagram i'm just playing. but yes. ignore it please 🙈

_quinnhughes luke was the cutest child, i was the favorite child. what was jack? | yourinstagram most annoying 😎 | jackhughes haha you’re so funny y/n. i was clearly the most talented 😉 | lhughes_06 oh who’s the funny one now, jack?

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yourinstagram | nothing but love for my boys ❤ tagged: _quinnhughes, jackhughes, lhughes_06

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jackhughes you have no idea how much love i have for you 😭❤

user14 oh my god. little luke was so cute 😊

user09 tell me again who had a crush on who & when 🍿 | yourinstagram when i was 8, i had a terrible terrible crush on quinn for a few years, and around the same time i was crushing on quinn, jack had a crush on me | jackhughes not gonna deny that, but also remember that luke started crushing on you like a year later & just hasn’t stopped 😏 | lhughes_06 👀 | user09 do you currently have a crush on one of them? | yourinstagram oh definitely 👀

lhughes_06 where do you keep finding these pictures? 😂 | yourinstagram your mom sent me a few and i have some of my own. i can post more if you’d like 😀 | lhughes_06 no i'm good | trevorzegras post them!

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Lookism: Rendezvous 🔞 (Ch. XII) || Gun Park x Fem! Reader ♡

Author’s Note: I got so much positive feedback and I want to say, thank you SO MUCH for the overwhelming support for this story!!! 😭🫶🏽 Like, I’m always speechless at how a lot of people really wanted to read the last chapter and I’m just happy to have given you guys a treat. Soooo I hope you guys have fun reading this chapter too. 😘 (Sorry that this chapter is pretty long. It makes up for the amount of time I spent on it. 😉)

NSFW Warning: Strong language/cursing, sexual language, and sexual content (degrading, praising, masturbation, shower sex, penetration, etc.)

Story Summary: You traveled abroad to help support your mother who is sick, back home in Japan. However, once you reached Korea, everything went downhill until you met a stranger who offered you a deal that could benefit you. But who knew that this special encounter would turn your whole life around…

Soft covers. Fluffy pillows. Comfy mattress… As if floating on a cloud, your body remained at such ease for a long period of time. Groaning in your sleep, you were starting to regain consciousness, eyes fluttering open cautiously. Your vision seemed to be blurred for a few seconds, until your view had cleared. Through your eyes, bright light was visible even during your temporary fuzzy eyesight. Nonetheless, when you've reached full perception, you already felt a heavy pang in your head, making you wince in agony. Groaning, you felt for your own forehead with your hand to rub it, in hopes of having your massive headache to subside somehow. Agh… My head… hurts… However, as you reached around to get yourself up, you noticed that you were touching something that felt very fleshy. Almost as if you were touching SOMEONE. Underneath you, you found yourself laying on… What in the…? You stared down at the muscular pecs that were cushioning your head, until your eyes slowly trailed further up, until you’ve found yourself gazing at… No way…

Instantly, your eyes locked onto Gun’s face, who seemed to have been staring at you while you were sleeping. He gave you a smirk, witnessing that you’re finally awake, before he pronounced a husky, “Morning.” One look back from Gun’s eyes was all it took for your cheeks to burn in heated embarrassment, which led you to go into a massive panic inside your head. WHY THE FUCK IS GUN HERE NEXT TO ME?! I SWEAR, WE WERE JUST AT THAT BAR AND- Shit, don’t tell me… While Gun curiously observed you, you pulled the sheets up for only a second, only to reveal that yes, the two of you were indeed naked underneath. You shrieked in surprise at the sight of his dong, which made you turn around at the speed of light, pulling the covers over your entire self in shame. W-WHY ARE WE BOTH NAKED??? WHAT HAPPENED LAST NIGHT?! Gun let out an entertained chuckle at your reaction to his naked body underneath the covers. In an attempt to bring you back towards him, his hand then reached over towards you and pulled the sheets up from your naked body. In response to the immediate unravel of your exposed body, you tugged back the blanket that Gun pulled away from you, then shrouded yourself in it again, ever so desperately. While holding onto the huge linen tightly, you curled up in fetal position, covering your flustered face from him.

For a moment, Gun was too poker-faced to even speak, seeing how differently you were acting now compared to how you were when the both of you copulated nastily. You reverted back to your usual self after what went down, when you were dumbed down to a submissive slave. The more that he thought about it, the more convinced he is of the idea that you were like a feline to him. A cat who's always feisty and jumpy, yet acts seductively when in heat. Just remembering what had occurred hours ago, made his morning wood throb in arousal. Damn it, not again… he thought.

"This is ridiculous…" He sighed while briefly covering his eyes then shook his head in judgement. "(Y/N), why do you have to hide from me? You look like an idiot who's trying to escape from reality, but is actually failing miserably.” Ouch, a little RIGHT ON THE NOSE THERE. Your stubbornness was surely a sight to behold as you remained in fetal position, while yelling out, “Sh-shut up and leave me alone, you pervert!” The words that left your mouth caused Gun to scoff in disbelief. “‘Pervert’? You were the one who wanted me badly. You even told me yourself…” What…? All of a sudden, you removed the blanket from over your head and turned to look back at him in doubt. “Y-you liar! I don’t believe a word you’re saying…” Gun sneered at your impudence, especially when your voice faded due to the lack of confidence in your answer from that last part. “How insulting… how could you forget? Last night, you were all over me, saying that you liked me and that I'm handsome. But now, you’re calling me a ‘liar’? You’re leaving me with no choice here…” Your ears perked up right at the moment when he mentioned that you “were all over” him, that you “liked” him, AND that he was "handsome". Confounded by his words, you pondered to yourself in pure confusion.

What is he saying? I don’t remember saying all of that. Whatever he’s saying is just… IMPOSSIBLE! How the hell could I have said that to him, when I don’t even remember any of that?! Tsk, and this unexplainable feeling of pain in my head… Is this what they call, a “hangover”…? Then that means… I must’ve been drunk… Aw, shit… what the HELL, (Y/N)??? WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?! WHAT HAPPENED TO FINDING THE RIGHT TIME AND PLACE TO CONFESS TO HIM?! WHY DID IT HAVE TO BE DURING SEX, AND WHILE YOU WERE DRUNK?! UGH, AM I STUPID??? WHAT’S WRONG WITH ME?! WHY DID I HAVE TO LOSE MY SENSE OF DIRECTION, LIKE THAT??? I CAN’T EVEN REMEMBER ANYTHING TOO!!! UGH… how could I let my own body and mind betray me…?

While lost in thoughts of frustration, your eyes widened in surprise as he suddenly grabbed onto your arm from beneath the sheets to pull you closer to himself. Lightly landing back on his chest, you withheld a sharp glare in your eyes, protesting, “What the hell are you doing?! Let go of me-” Gun was quick to act, as his lips crashed down onto yours to silence you. His hand then glided away from your arm and onto the side of your face, cupping your cheek tenderly. The kiss that he gave you was absolutely magical. The sensation of his lips brushing yours softly, and the way his tongue clashed with yours was driven with passion. You were lost in the moment, with your mind blank and your body unable to resist his hungry touch. Unaware that his other hand was on your thigh, he caressed you seductively, as his hand trailed upwards towards your aching heat. Gasping into his mouth due to his unforeseen touch onto your core, he started playing with your clit, watching your irresistible reactions. Already breathing heavy due to your heated kiss with him, you saw the corner of his mouth curved cunningly while he kissed you hungrily, staring directly into your eyes with a vexatious glint from his own. Uh-oh. You knew that look all too well, which made you thought… Damn it, what is this jerk up to this time? How can he just touch me like this, all of a sudden? For crying out loud, I just woke up! Can't he just take a breather or something? Ugh, I can't believe this pervert…

Continuously, small sighs spouted from your weak mouth, unable to resist his greedy probing. Following the sensation of his fingers trickling closer to your actual hole, you clutched onto one of his intricately decorated forearms, peering at him with a torn expression of desire and resistance. His fingers began toying with your wet slick, making sure that the movement of his fingers weren’t rushed, only rubbing your entrance back and forth. Gun beamed at you, egotistically pleased at himself for being the sole reason why you were currently at such a state where your mind was confused and conflicted with emotion. He knew how to push your buttons the right way, especially those that were meant for pleasure. Gun noticed how your breasts needed some attention as well. He decided to part his lips away from yours and release his hand from your face, leaving your needy mouth with a transparent line of mixed drool behind, as evidence of him claiming your mouth for himself. Dipping his own head towards your chest, he took your left breast into his mouth, and began to give it consecutive licks. The way his tongue alternated from encircling your areola and flicking your nipple made you whimper in bliss, resulting in him to smirk at your satisfaction at your honest responses to his tongue. Eventually, he began sucking on your soft breast, earning huffs of appeasement. Finally, Gun got you at the verge of submission, in which you didn’t expect him at all to do this next part.

Without warning, Gun released you from his grasp altogether. Your eyes then stared at him in yearning, wanting him to desperately continue his heaven-sent pleasuring for you. With urgency, you called to him asking, “Gun, why did you stop…?” Gun maintained that devious expression on his face, while he brushed the side of your face seductively. His fingers combed through your unsecured strands of hair, taking a lock of it into his hand then twirled it around his finger, displaying how sly he was for getting you wrapped around his finger so easily just now. “You still don’t understand… Do you, (Y/N)? This is your punishment for not remembering last night’s ‘special’ event. That’s why, I’m doing this… to help condition you to remember everything…” He brought your lock of hair to his own lips, kissing it while his eyes crept up towards yours in enticement. You were at a loss for words, as your face returned to a bright shade of red. You can’t seem to focus in the now, since a bunch of thoughts were scrambling through your head during that instance. Why is he being so flirty all of a sudden? I don’t understand him at all… Gun broke you from your thoughts when he asked an unusual question. “(Y/N), have you ever pleasured yourself before?” Huh…?

Feeling lost, you raised an eyebrow at him in a baffled manner. “What do you mean?” Gun chuckled at your cluelessness, releasing your lock of hair from his grasp. “I mean, have you ever touched yourself before?” Those words instantaneously caused your face to turn in a deep shade of red, leaving you to reply timidly. “Y-you mean… masturbating…?” Gun’s eyes widened a bit in surprise until his gaze remained locked onto yours, fascinated by your knowledge in such a dirty word. “Oh, so you DO know of it then? My, my. I didn’t know you had a dirty side in you, (Y/N). And all this time, I thought you were completely innocent. Well, except for last night. That’s another story…” You strongly rolled your eyes at him in contempt, as you explained to him, “No, you asshole. I just so happened to know, because of the disgusting shit that the guys at my old high school used to say while we were in gym class. They’d always be perving over girls in their gym uniform, like a bunch of gross idiots. Besides, I’m not a little kid who doesn’t know anything. You’d be surprised at the many things that I know, in which YOU DON’T.” Gun gave a cold laugh at your retort. “You always manage to get the last say, every time. No wonder I grew so fond of you. You surely are interesting, no doubt about it. Since you haven’t experienced masturbating before, then I’ll make you do it for me.” You immediately shook your head saying, “Are you out of your mind? Why would I do that?” Gun displayed a wry caricature of amusement, saying, “Like I said before, it’s your punishment. Also, can you really resist the feeling of pleasure? I doubt that you can, if you feel THIS good…”

An expression of uneasiness formed on your face, as you were about to protest once more. Nonetheless, he was too quick for you to do so. Straightaway, you felt the feeling of his fingers in between your legs, teasing you out with his sensual rubbing. A few moans left your mouth agape, as your hands returned to his arm again, gripping it in support to withstand this euphoric feeling. “Ahhh~” Gun could see your eyes starting to cloud in lust, with the way your cheeks were flushing a deep red while panting in heat. Once he saw that you were unsuccessful in your objection to refuse him, his fingers retreated from your sex, leaving you panting and now carrying the urge of wanting more of what he had to offer. With a pleased smile, he taunted, “See? What did I tell you? If you want to continue to feel good, then I suggest you do it yourself. I won't be the one doing it for you this time. After all, I AM teaching you a lesson. And besides, I’m doing this for you, you know. If your mind can’t remember what happened last night, then I have no other option, but to make your body remember instead. I know your body will. It'll always remember that sweet addictive feeling, that you just can't get enough of…" He let out a conniving titter, knowing how easily you give yourself up to him every time. "Although I did say that I’ll fuck you repeatedly until you remember, I’ll still have to punish you for the time being. So, go ahead and touch yourself. Show me how much you want me…” Gun laid on his side to get a better view of your private show for him. With his hand supporting the side of head, your eyes scanned his upper body, admiring how effortlessly attractive he was. Even with a blanket covering his lower half, he was a dastardly fine man… and you have to show this man how you decided to please yourself. While stammering to come up with words to say to him, you asked shakily, “U-um… h-how d-do I… s-start…?” Gun snickered at your bashfulness, as he said, “Oh right, you haven’t done this before. Alright, then follow the sound of my voice. You may close your eyes if you want to, and pretend that I’m not here. It's your choice.” Once he saw you nod your head, he began his instructions with, “Alright, now let’s begin.” Embarrassing as it may seem, you closed your eyes then tried to follow his every command as followed…

“Now, imagine your hand as mine and try to remember the places where I would usually touch you. Relax, and just follow the sound of my voice… First, lay back onto the pillow and make yourself comfortable. And while you’re leaning back, spread your legs out, enough to give yourself access to your own body…” Beckoning to his command, you laid back on the pillow and spread your legs out, with your womanhood already quivering anxiously for his next step. “Next, you can begin by choosing whichever part you want to focus on. I would suggest starting at the spot that gives you more pleasure. That way, the feeling would build up as you stimulate it continuously.” You thought about it for a second, until your hand started to slide south towards your nether region. Gun jeered at your choice, which made you comment on how he was lightly making fun of you. “Hey, I can hear you, you know…” Gun smiled mischievously as he said, “Don’t mind me, I was just admiring how well you’re doing…” In your head, you imagined yourself rolling your eyes at him. If only your eyes weren’t closed at that moment, then you would've showed him how much you despised him at that very moment. “Since your hand is now on your private part, then start feeling for your clit. It’s located at the front part of your entrance. You’ll feel it right away, even if your fingers barely brushed against it. It’s one of the most sensitive parts of a woman's body. If you’re wondering why, then it’s because it has a lot of nerve endings on that region. So this is your chance, (Y/N). Make sure you rub that place as much as you like. I’ll be observing how well you do so…” Already feeling how tense your body is from your own nervousness, you really felt the enormous pressure on you. Even though you visibly can't see Gun's eyes, you still felt his harrowing gaze on you from behind your eye sockets, awaiting for your lewd performance to commence. God, kill me now. This is so humiliating… I can’t believe I’m doing this! Especially, with HIM just laying there, watching me! He can be such a control freak. And you call this a "punishment"? Phfft, PLEASE! You just wanted to see me suffer like this. Annoying ass- URGH, WHAT HAS MY LIFE COME TO?!

With one deep sigh, you decided to just suck it up and just get it over with. As your fingers explored your own private, you tried to feel for that familiar spot where Gun mentioned. It didn’t take long for you to emit a distinct moan, as you found your own pleasure button. Carefully, you did anything you could that resembled Gun's touches. Gasping and moaning in the process, you found yourself experimenting with your own body. The motion of your hand rubbing to and fro onto your love button had brought out inviting "Ahhh~"'s and magnetic "Ohhh~"'s from your filthy mouth. The idea of this being a "punishment" for you, became lost and forgotten in your mind. This became a new world that has been opened up for you. You were afraid that you might get hooked by the feeling of this sinful sensation if you started pleasuring yourself. However, your mind was beginning to convince itself that, this might not be so bad at all… Meanwhile, Gun observed you in silence, as he watched you with hungry eyes that could kill for some intense touching from you. Resisting was all he could do at that point. Despite him claiming that this was your punishment, he was starting to believe that this was also his punishment as well. Was this the price that he had to pay too? For being overly obsessed with you, as your instructor? In an instant, he decided to break his silence, not wanting to think too much about it. Gun narrated in a very alluring voice, as he said temptingly, “Imagine my hand rubbing your own clit… Back and forth, just how you’ve grown to love it. I can speed it up, however and whenever you’d like. Or, I can try rubbing it in a circular motion, either clockwise or counter-clockwise. But what if I decided to put pressure on it, would that deepen the intensity of that irresistible feeling that you became so a fond of? Look at you… You’re getting a hang of it now, aren’t you? Doesn’t that feel good? Yes, that’s it, right there… You’re doing so well, my favorite student~” Gun’s attractive voice made you feel some type of way, making you abide to his every word. His portrayal of what his hands would’ve done to you, clearly assisted you on how you should properly please yourself. However, in Gun’s mind, he was going mad. Just the sight of you touching yourself made Gun’s cock stand up, causing a huge bulge to form from underneath the blanket. He inaudibly cursed at himself, feeling the intensity of his own boner throbbing against the light friction of the sheets brushing against him. He had never been THIS aroused before, especially during the morning. The sounds of your gruntled heaving didn’t help his case either, as it only fueled his desire for you even more. At this point, he had to brainstorm ways of how he can relieve this pulsating feeling of sexual desire. Suddenly, he just came up with a thorough plan…

At once, you felt his hand grasp onto you without you even noticing his hand reaching out to you. As he pulled you in towards him, your eyes shot wide open due to his hastiness. What in the hell is he doing??? Pulling you in between his legs where his phallus was standing firmly, you landed on your back with a cushioned thud on his chest. However… your body grew tense without a moment’s notice, as your ass is now pressed against his stiff private. The bright red tint of feeling hot and bothered appeared on your face again, in which you turned around to look at him interrogatively. “Okay, what the hell has gotten into you all of a sudden?! You told me to masturbate in front of you as a ‘punishment’, yet you decided to pull me closer towards you like THIS? What is wrong with y-” Sneering, he replied, “Yes, I’m aware of my own actions. You don’t need to do a recap on every little thing that I do to you… In the meantime, let’s not talk about this right now. The reason why I’m doing this is because I’ll be the one guiding you here, so be grateful.” You were about to complain with, “But-”, until he decided to cut you off again due to your dilly-dallying. “Let’s not waste anymore precious time, than what we already have. Come on, (Y/N). Where does your hand belong?” Still maintaining that embarrassed state, your hand hovered down south then stopped when it reached your quivering womanhood. Gun’s hand then swooped down towards yours and took your hand from behind. “If you want to start fingering yourself, then it should be here…”

From behind, he eyed your naughty bits as he placed your hand right onto your entrance. Still embarrassed by the way he was guiding you to do such a sinful act in front of him, your fingers grazed your private's folds, now soaking in your lewd juices due to your overwhelming arousal. You hated how Gun was making you sexually frustrated and ashamed at the same time, which made you bit the inside of your cheek. Gun noticed the way you were still hesitant, with your adorably flushed cheeks still visible on your face. The corner of his mouth curved upward into a cheeky smirk, loving the way he was making you question your own actions. That's it, he thought. He'll just have to show you personally, of how it should be done. Leaning his head closer to your ear from behind, he sent a breathy whisper, which triggered shivers down your whole body with that sultry voice of his. "If you're still hesitant, then let me demonstrate for you on how it's done. I'll teach you how to hit the good spots, if that's what you're trying to decipher for yourself~"

Slowly, he released your hand next to your hip, as he sensually trailed his fingers down your stomach, all the way south towards your anticipating sex. A soft moan emitted from your mouth, which drew a wider grin from him, delighted to get the right reaction from you. Already expecting your sweet responses to his teasing touches from just his fingertips, they grazed along your hip then onto your clit. With his heavenly skills in sexual expertise, you felt his fingers rub your clit from behind, motioning his own digits in slow circles onto your pleasure button. This made you groan in bliss, and as desperate as you were to cling onto him, your arm reached over behind you to feel for his face. The way you were holding onto the side of his cheek as he pleasured you while gradually making you go insane, gave him a sign of satisfaction at how good he was pleasing you which boosted his ego a bit more. Once again, you felt his hot breath in your ear, coaxing you intimately, "You're really enjoying this aren't you, (Y/N)? After all that lecturing in just how to touch yourself, you'd rather let ME do the job for you. Isn't that right?" He chuckled in amazement at your mewling, which made him pick up speed in his hand gestures down onto your clit. Now whimpering louder, he kissed the side of your neck in endearment, adoring those alluring sounds of yours that made his cock even more solid than before from underneath the covers. You felt his firmness poking your ass from beneath you too, which caused him to grind his hips onto you from behind while he continued to pleasure your clit. Cooing into your ear, he said, "How do you like me now, (Y/N)? Did you think that I'll just pleasure you lightly, just like that? You lazy woman… Look what you're making me do to you. Does your body want that sweet release from me now?" He laughed coldly into your ears, as it echoed in your head, intermingling with the rising buildup in your body that is now making you squirm submissively under his control. As you moaned endlessly, filling the room again with the sounds of your own enjoyment, Gun continued with his teasing to no end. "I wonder what you're thinking about right now, that your body has completely surrendered to me once again. I bet your mind has gone completely blank, because of how you're feeling right now, that you can't even think straight. However, I'm aware that your body remembers this really well. So… Are you starting to remember the events that took place last night, in this very room? Or do I still need to keep going, and help you remember?" Your eyes began to water, feeling the intensity of your nerves coiling up from within you, pulsating rapidly which indicated how close you were to cumming. Pulling his head down towards you, he gazed into your teary-eyed spheres, looking at him in need for him to help you reach your goal. He smirked at your upside-down face from beneath him, reassuring you with a, "Yes, I know. That look of desperation in your eyes is all I needed to see, to know how badly you wanted this. Now, go ahead and let go of yourself, (Y/N)…" Without warning, he switched his hands in which one resumed its job to rub your clit, while the other penetrated its fingers into you, curving upward onto your g-spot to finger you deeply. Whining while slightly arching your back onto his chest, he was clearly enjoying the sight of you losing your mind. Unable to say a word, a single syllable… hearing how your own moans would drown out the rest of your thoughts by overriding your own speech from ever speaking properly, made Gun feel a sense of familiar power. The control, and the state of having you at his mercy really made him feel like he could do anything. That energy boost, really does it for him.

"Cum for me, (Y/N). Do it, and I'll make you cum as many times as you want…" With one final cry as he bit onto your ear lightly, you convulsed with your transparent body fluids spraying everywhere onto his hands, sending strong goosebumps all over your body from how hard you just came. You collapsed onto his body from behind, leaning onto him in exhaustion. Gun sneered wickedly due to how he made you cum from his experienced hands. Retrieving his hands from both inside your cunt and from your clit, he brought the hand that was fully drenched from your juices close to his mouth, just to suck his fingers clean. Wondering what he was doing, you turned your head to your side to see him sucking on his own fingers seductively, which made you blush as you panted, still recovering from your orgasm. Gun's eyes locked with yours, smirking at the sight of you observing him. Releasing his fingers from his mouth, you watched as your own pussy juices ran down the corners of his mouth. "What is it, (Y/N)? Do I turn you on, just from cleaning my own fingers? It's your own cum that made my hands dirty, so take responsibility and help me clean my fingers." He held his other dirty hand out in front of your lips, and without having to be instructed by him, you knew exactly what to do. You took his hand and held it with both of yours, licking the fingers he used to rub your clit. Erotically, your eye contact on him remained, as you licked every fingertip that was in use. Then, you opened your mouth and surrounded his digits with your mouth, slowly having his fingers probe into your salivating entrance. You took his fingers deep, all the way down to his knuckles, which made him groan sexily at the way you took them into your mouth. Sucking onto them carnally, your tongue swiveled and surrounded his fingers, making sure they have been purified and cleaned with your own saliva from the naughty fluid that was coating his fingers previously. Gun's eyes narrowed at the view that he was witnessing right in front of him. God, you were stunning. How can you make him so turned on like that, with only just sucking his fingers clean? Is this really how his morning was starting off? Lewd, erotic, sensual… he loved it all. The promiscuity radiating from both of you so early in the day, felt like a dirty dream to him. The raunchiness was so overwhelming, that it really did made his dick harden in desire. Already, his cock was throbbing for some attention and he needed to take care of it now. Shit, he can't take it anymore. "Tch, screw this… (Y/N), let go and get off of me."

Surprised by his sudden change of attitude, you released his fingers from your mouth, letting his hand go altogether. Slowly you got off of his body and sat beside him on the bed, sitting on your knees, awaiting curiously for what he had to do or say. With a swift pull of the bed sheets off from his shrouded body, he revealed his dick that was already stiff for some pleasing. Your eyes were now fixed at his hardness, which made you consciously cross your legs, due to how aroused you got again just from the sight of his phallus. With one dominant command, he issued you to, "Come here, and pleasure me with that dirty little mouth of yours." Obeying his will, you crawled over in between his legs and took his cock in your hand without hesitation. You didn't question yourself at how quick you acted at all. For some reason, you just felt that it was RIGHT to do this. This familiar, yet unfamiliar act… In your hand, you massaged his dick, jerking him off up and down which made him groan in excitement. Time was clearly of the essence, as you bent your head over his private and slowly devoured him whole. Progressively, taking every inch of his girth into your entire mouth which felt similar to how you took his fingers in, not too long ago. Gun released a deep moan of fulfillment, resulting in him to grab onto your hair from behind you to watch you accordingly. Right when you felt his cockhead hit the back of your throat, your cheeks puffed to make more room for air to enter through your mouth as you began to breathe him into you. Sucking his mouth and suctioning around his girth inside your gummy cheeks, your head shifted up and down on his shaft, creating those unholy sounds. Moaning into his dick like it was meant to be touched and relieved by you, Gun gripped onto your hair, hissing tauntingly. "That's right, treat my cock as if it's your Superior's. You belong to me now, understand? Yes, that's it… What a good little whore you are. I knew your body would remember this. Like I said, if your mind can't remember what happened, then I'll make your body remember. I'll use you, condition you, and do you as many times if we needed to for that small idiotic head of yours to remember everything. Do I make myself clear?"

"Mhmm…" you hummed, as you slurped him up repeatedly. Responsively, he said while combing his fingers down your long locks, "Good girl… now finish the job and suck my morning wood. Do it well." When his fingers reached the tips of your hair, he yanked your head down to where your lips touched the bottom of his length, making you gag as his head poked the back of your throat. Changing up the velocity of your blowjob, you quickly crashed your lips repeatedly down onto his phallic stiffness, making his breath hitch in indulgence. His lips curved maliciously at how you were giving it your all in trying to please him, which earned praises from him. "Ah, what a good little girl you are. Yes, such a behaved and trained SLUT. Mmmmm… you love my dick, don't you? You're taking it in so good, that you must be addicted to it by now. Yes?" Climactically, you felt his dick palpitate into your mouth, filling it with his seed as it flowed down your throat and into your digestive system. You gratefully swallowed his load whole, eventually removing your mouth from his cock, breathing heavy to get the right amount of oxygen into your system to recollect yourself. Gun still had his hold on your hair, in which he tugged onto it, not allowing you to escape just yet. You gasped as he brought your face back to his lovestick, saying while shaking his head, "I guess I still need to train you more, since you forgot how to clean up your own mess." Sighing tiredly, you had no choice but to comply. You took his length in your hand then began to graze your tongue from his balls to the crown of his cock. In response, he gave an elated huff as well, enjoying himself at how he was using you. He loved every bit of this little private show of his. That tongue of yours licking his dick because he allowed you to… Those hands of yours that were playing with his rod and his balls… In all honesty, it sent shivers down his spine. It still amazes him how submissive you've become for him, and how obedient you grew, only to be his servant at times like these. It never fails to turn him on like so, admiring how his developing masterpiece is being sculpted into his own favorite toy. "God, you really are the best. Showing me how talented you are, with that mouth of yours, huh? So eager, and yet, so clueless when you come back to your sense…"

Gun cupped the side of your face with his hand, staring at you zealously with a sincere smile of affection. Finally, when he took notice of how his own private has been treated with care, he petted your head soothingly as he said softly, "Alright, (Y/N). That's good. You may rest now." With a deep exhale, you stopped and sat beside him. All of a sudden, you felt his hand grab onto your wrist as he pulled you closer to him. You crashed onto his body, with your head now leaning onto his chest. One of his muscular tatted arms wrapped around your waist tightly. His lips pressed onto your head, kissing you lightly with fondness. Questioningly, your head tilted up at him in which you asked, "Um… what are you doing?" He looked down at you saying sternly, "What? I'm just claiming what's mine." A rosy color appeared on your cheeks as you scrunch your eyebrows in confusion. "What are you talking about? You don't own me!" Gun clicked his tongue in annoyance at your defiance as he mumbled, "Great, you're back to your irritating self again…" You raised your eyebrow at him in doubt. "I have no idea what you're on about. But anyways, I need to piss. So, where's the bathroom?" He scowled at you, now having to let go of you. In displeasure, he scoffed while responding, "How the hell could you forget where the bathroom was? I swear, your memory capacity is obviously the size of a peanut if you couldn't remember it from last night." Rolling your eyes, you instantly got out of the bed, not withstanding anymore of his slander. Annoyed, you walked towards the bedroom door as you raised a middle finger from above your head with your back turned to him saying, "Whatever, I'll find it myself! Useless dirtbag…" Leaving Gun in the bed, he sighed wearily, muttering to himself in frustration. "How the hell did I even bed a woman like that? And to even shed an ounce of interest for her as well, still remains a mystery to me…"

While lost in a puzzled daze over which room the bathroom was located at, you staggered your way over to the bathroom little-by-little. You didn't realize until now, how your body was aching all over and you regretted how fast you got out of the bed. "I shouldn't have stood up so quickly like that. Ugh, it's that jerk's fault for getting me all angry." However, little did you know, Gun was suddenly rushing over to you from behind. With an unannounced grab onto one of your wrists, your head jolted towards his direction, with your eyes now following him in concern. "Gun?" He ignored you, as you watched him carefully, now leading the way towards the bathroom with his tight grip around your wrist that was pulling you to an unexpected turn of events. Eventually, he led you into the massive bathroom with the lavish shower and the fancy bath tub. When he guided you to the toilet, he told you to, "Sit." And with that, you conformed to his order, studying his movements as he goes over to the shower to turn it on. The awkward tension in the room made you question his actions and why he was there in the bathroom with you. Actually… what is he even doing here? All I said was that I needed to pee. Tentatively, you studied him closely, as he turned on the shower. The shower-head started to sprinkle down droplets of water, until steam started to evaporate from the warm water. Without turning around to look at you, Gun said in a very imposing tone, "Once you're done over there, come here. I'll clean you up." Realizing how you've been sitting on the toilet for a while, you replied back in a shaky voice saying, "Um, o-okay, don't mind me… peeing!" God, this is embarrassing. I could've had a peaceful piss by now if HE didn't decide to just barge in here with me. Also… he said he'll "clean" me up? What did he mean by that? And what am I, a dog? Sighing, you finished your business then flushed before creeping up to him discreetly. You stared at the running water running down his scarred yet broad and lean back. His waist from afar was much skinnier now that you've studied him closely. The water trickling down onto his buff back, tracing every scar on his body got you entranced by his physique. Hearing the sound of your feet pitter-pattering onto the shower floor, Gun ran his hands through his hair as he pushed his soaked hair back sexily. Turning around to finally face you, you were greeted by the view of his wet yet toned body, in which your eyes checked him out from head to toe. Oh... My... Lord...

The experience of catching him in the shower was like seeing a god for the first time. How can someone so twisted and uptight, look so attractive and divine underneath the contact of water? Already dripping in all his steaminess under the hot and brisk shower, your eyes traveled down Gun's entire body. His damp hair was slicked back, revealing more of his face than usual with those noticeable sideburns of his… His dark dewy eyes latched onto yours… That huge tantalizing scar across his nose bridge always captivated you… His hulky chest and forged abs were as hard as an actual Grecian sculpture's with scars decorated permanently onto his skin… Both of his strong sturdy arms flexed as he held his hair up from falling onto his eyes to focus on you… But oh, does the view get even better. Roaming lower towards his nether region, beheld his enormous package. Water droplets slid down his massive erection and his protruding balls from under his manhood, which caused your legs to cross consciously and quiver, reminiscing the feeling of what his sex was actually capable of just from the sight of it. Oh god, that sweet, sweet feeling… Pounding through your chest rapidly, your blood started to pump and flow down to your private, eluding thoughts of being desperately touched by him. Your inhale and exhales passing through your lungs quickened and your senses heightened, maximizing your body's intense biological need. Your hand pressed against your chest as your head directed towards your feet while breathing heavily, feeling your own heart beat erratically. W-what is this? Why am I feeling this way, and why can't I control it whenever I'm around him? Is there something wrong with my heart? Am I going insane? What's wrong with me? I'm scared…

"Is there something wrong?"

Gasping, you looked up and saw that he was standing right in front of you. Gun's body was only a few centimeters away from you, standing there in all his naked glory. You shook your head saying, "Sorry, I-I don't know what's gotten into me…" His gaze was engrossed onto your face without showing any emotion when he asked, "What do you mean?" You furrowed your eyebrows in a concerned fashion. "My body feels… weird… and it happens whenever I'm with you…" He stared at you in silence for only a few seconds before questioning blankly, "Oh, is that so? And what does your body feel?" Your voice trembled feebly, answering him back with, "Hot, heavy… And sh-shaky, like I'm pressured to do something just to get rid of this feeling inside of me…" Now understanding what your words meant, he snickered since he knew the right solution to solving your little issue. "So, it is true. Your body DOES remember that feeling…" You felt his hand touch the back of your hand, sliding it on top of yours, holding onto it tightly afterwards. Gun slowly guided you deeper into the shower with him, still maintaining the intense eye contact he had on you. You were enchanted by him, as if a beast was luring you into his trap. A deep, dark cave, where your future is undetermined, once you step further into it. Will you be eaten, or will you make it out alive? Was this really happening? Feeling lost, and clouded with doubt, you were caught in between the line of a dream and reality. It was like your soul and your body were both independent from each other. Caught almost in a simulation, where your spirit leaves your body for only a minute, sacrificing what little consciousness you had in you to meet him on the other side. Wherever that "other side" may be, you can't help but want to find out for yourself. To discover what was waiting for you. Was this a lucid dream of some sort? Or was this how people felt when they experience such a thing called, "astral projection"? When your awareness is just drifting away from your body… You'll never know.

Following him without making a fuss remained foreign to you, but you believed that you could put your trust in him at this very moment. You were willing to allow him to guide you into whatever event that might take place in this very structure. When Gun finally got you under the shower-head with him, you felt the warm water soothe your skin, calming you and making you feel at ease. Every water droplet that touched your skin lulled you into a relaxed state of tranquility, in which your head tilted upwards towards the shower-head while your eyes shut and your lips formed into a genuine smile, enjoying the touch of the water raining down on you. Right at that very instant, you were drenched underneath the heated water from head to toe. As Gun absorbed your entire body with his eyes, they toured from the top of your wet hair, to your beautiful florid face from the effect of the lukewarm shower, past your supple breasts, to your curvy hips, and all the way down to your bare womanhood, his own hot breath puffed a smoky exhale from his mouth due to the steam accumulating from the humid shower. Staring down at your naked body dowsed in water, something inside him ignited, like a small lit flame would from his silver lighter. That smile of yours, resulted in him to feel a unique sensation that he never felt before. Actually, that was a lie. He had felt this way before, quite a bit. There were instances when he caught himself not really minding your presence at all. It was this addictive feeling of ease that he noticed whenever he's with you. Was this really your doing? Your power? The "Ripple Effect", as people might call it, where the stationary body of water that sits still is suddenly disrupted by something or someone that touches it unintentionally. In his mind, you were that something.

Originally, his life had been the same old thing. Countless of times, it became a repeated process. He'd fight, get stronger, and conquer. It was the same routine over and over again, that he didn't mind at that time. However, when he came to Korea, it was like he started another life for himself. Another chapter, in which his monstrous self was driven by the insatiable thirst for power, where he can spread his own influence in another land. However, he got himself caught and trapped in prison for a discrete amount of time. And you'd think that's going to stop him from strengthening his own power? One by one, he took on little imprisoned small fries left and right, to the point that he'd cause massive destruction wherever he went. Painting the outer jail perimeters with splatters of red, pure genocide was the only thing familiar to him. But that all changed when he met a certain man in that facility who'd actually build a bridge for Gun to walk through, in order to gain another opportunity with a hint of scheming… Charles Choi. But at what price made him accept such a deal with that man? Money? Power? Or was it… leverage against him, that made him "loyal" to him? Gun hated being held against his will, and it didn't have to be physical for it to be irritating.

The old man wanted something from him that only HE can give to him, so he agreed to their alliance. By training and protecting his daughter, Crystal Choi, how to fight and by acquiring his own partner, Joon Goo Kim, to raise the “Four Major Crews” system with him, Gun had earned lots of money in the process. Although this process was successful, it wasn’t permanently successful to begin with. Little by little, operations failed according to each leaders’ downfall and the search for his own successor to take over his position after he retired, had dwindled drastically. If only there was someone competent enough to even take my position, he thought. Over the years, he had met many talented fighters and yet they all let him down. How disappointing AND embarrassing. To think that he’d put so much time and effort in training these kids by watching them grow, only to let him down in the end led him to think, why did I even bother? Well, there was of course, Daniel Park who had exceeded his expectations at one point so he’s just waiting on him to do what Gun had hoped for… To destroy the four major crews.

But all that waiting though for that to happen? How long would that take? Way too damn long… Gun was growing impatient by the minute, just by thinking about it and it became annoying to even have to shape these kids up. God, at least give him SOMETHING he can work with. He deserves a fucking break from all of the letdowns, the disappointment, and all of the times where he had to repeat the same process of training people only for them to be as worthless as an ant. He was running out of patience until… he met you that day. You were like a beacon of light that shined a pathway down a pitch-black staircase, which spiraled down endlessly. And to think, that certain staircase would surely reach the bottom, was a thought that he’s willing to bet on. The raw talent that you possessed and the copy ability that was just WAITING for him to polish was enough for Gun to be convinced that he really did need you on his side. When he took you in and hired you personally, however, you were nothing more but a trainee who just got on his nerves most of the time. Stubborn and annoying, with a whole lot of attitude, you were definitely a difficult woman to handle. Every word and every action you did, would always piss him off to no end. But, there was always that side to you that he gradually got to know little by little. That softness, that he had never got to experience for himself… Not to mention, that kindness that no one has ever genuinely given to him before was just astonishing to him. Everyone hated him, no doubt about it. You did hate him too, at the beginning of your first week with him. Despite his cruelty and his harshness towards you, you still somehow managed to come back to him. Ever since that day when you treated his wounds, he made up his mind that you were the right person to entrust his own plans to. It was a sense of loyalty that he could count on. But, it wasn’t just that… was it? There was actually more to it. You brought out new sides to him that he didn’t even know, were possible. Was this really him, taking care of you? Would that make him weak, if he had to succumb to you? Why was he even trying to treat you out in the first place? Was it because he felt obligated to do so? To reward you? To praise you for your accomplishments in assisting him with his plans? No… it was indeed, more than that. It was because he had grown accustomed to you, to the point that he became attached to you. He didn’t want to admit it at first, so he tried to reason himself with bullshit excuses. Although, this feeling always crawled back to him just to bite him in the ass every time. For some reason, he wanted you there with him at all times. To stay there beside him. Never leaving his side. Always assuring him that you’ll always greet him. To always have someone there anticipating his arrival whenever he comes home from a long day of work that would always frustrate him and tire him out. To always have you looking at him, smiling at him, and giving these small gestures of thoughtfulness only to him, became his priority. He never felt so needy for someone, and so greedy for that person to always have you there with him.

When did that become an issue to him? He was always used to being independent, relying only on himself while people come and go. But with you, he couldn’t allow you to even slip away for just a minute or else he becomes restless. He became dependent on your presence. Was this a feeling of admiration that he was feeling for you? A sign of respect? Gratitude? No, no. Once again, it had to be something more than that. Something befitting for all of the built up thoughts and new emotions he was feeling. This could only be the doing of one particular emotion… One that he thought of as a ridiculous trope that would oppose ambition above all… Love.

Gun had heard of the concept of “love” before, and it only disgusts him knowing how people become weak when they themselves become a victim to it, like his previous candidates of successors that he had before. He doesn’t understand how someone could “fall” for someone and would risk so much for them over anything else. It's just a distraction and it'll only get in the way of his ambitions. Yet… isn’t that what he’s been doing these past couple of weeks? He had given you all these gifts and he even went out of his way to search for you everywhere. Especially during his work hours, he abandoned his own duty to come find you. Recently, his thoughts had been nothing but you. At home, at work, even when he’s out with Goo sometimes, thoughts of you occupied his mind. Maybe he did become a fool. A fool who had fallen victim to this thing called “love”. When he realized that this was the case, he believed that he was a moron for feeling such a way and for letting this happen. Once again, you turned his whole perspective around when you said those words last night.

“Gun… I love you...”

Those words were so vivid to recall, that Gun couldn’t stop thinking about it. They made him feel a mix of emotions that one couldn’t even comprehend. Your words gave him a brand new sense of confidence in himself that he had never discovered before. Since you said that you loved him, then he too had the urge repay you back with a rightful answer. He wants to touch you… To hold you… To claim you… And to make you his entirely. If he doesn’t do it this time, then he’ll surely regret it in the future, and he’s aware of that. There’s no holding back anymore. It’s now or never.

“(Y/N).”

Hearing your name being called by Gun interrupted your serenity, which led you to open your eyes keenly and turn your focus back onto him. The sounds of the shower that you were caught up in seemed to have been tuned out into the back of your mind, with his voice only being the audio that became your main focus. Beaming up at him with a simple, “Yes?”, was your response to his name calling. Unannounced, his hand grazed the side of your pretty face, cupping both of your cheeks in each hand. Your jewel-like eyes ogled up at his handsome face, while his obsidian orbs towered over yours. He wiped the tear-like substances on your eyes to clear your vision for you while the both of you stood still underneath the shower-head. Observing your facial features in all his seriousness, he asked straightforwardly, “Are you interested in me?” Your smile faded, in which you stared up at him in dismay. You didn’t know how to react to his question, so you gave a stiff laugh saying, “W-where’s this coming from? Gu-” He interrupted you with another question asking in a more persistent tone. “If you can’t recall what happened from last night, then answer me honestly. (Y/N)… Do you like me?” You weren’t sure if it was just the feeling of the warm water on your skin, but you really did feel your face get hotter from his question. Why is he asking me these questions all of a sudden? I didn’t plan to confess to him right now, of all places. This isn’t the right place and time for this! What should I do? How should I respond? If only you could remember what had happened last night. Standing your ground, you took his hands and removed them from your face, letting his hands fall onto his sides. While doing so, you tried explaining to him, “Wait, Gun… I don’t think this is the appropriate time to talk about this right now. Let’s just clean ourselves up and-“ You forgot that he was an obstinate man. He wouldn’t let any matter of interest go, until he gets an answer from you, and you should’ve known that from the very start.

In frustration, he clenched his teeth and grabbed onto your forearm then pulled you onto the shower wall. Holding you against your will, his hands slammed assertively on both sides of your figure, not letting you escape. His eyebrows creased brutally, emanating a strong aura of intimidation onto you, which made you want to shrink back onto the wall and merge with it to escape. His eyes drilled into yours, staring directly at you with such intensity. Wishful thinking was all you had currently, wanting to retreat your eyes away from his, yet you couldn’t in fear of being punished by him. After all, he had you in his enclosed grasp. However, you were starting to show signs of concern for Gun, seeing how bothered he was with whatever thoughts that were filling his head right now. Agitated, he voiced out in a disgruntled manner, “Don’t you dare walk away from me, because I need to know now. Do you really ‘love’ me, (Y/N)?” Those words were unnatural, coming from his mouth while his facial expression didn’t match the mood at all. In a sense, it was quite funny, actually. In an attempt to try and keep a straight face, you stared at him with a blanked caricature on your face until you suddenly broke character in a small “Phfft-“. Looking away while bringing the back of your hand to your mouth, you laughed while trying to hide your smile. “S-sorry! It’s just- bffft… You sound like a child while- Hah… I can’t- HAHAHAHA!!!” You were glad that you get to release tension from yourself, since it made you relax even more to answer his question without being scared of him. Meanwhile, Gun was completely stunned at how you just bursted out laughing, when he was trying to be serious. It was insulting and he felt his pride being crushed by you when he stood there, watching you laugh your ass off. The silence from him was radiating ominously, when your laughs were starting to die down into a muted, awkward silence. Uh oh, maybe I shouldn’t have laughed at him. The expression that he was giving you was of pure disapproval of your dismissed response to his question, glowering at you in bad temperament. In an attempt to calm him down, you courageously drew your hand closer to his face, capturing his cheek in your hand gently. Sighing, your head tilted upwards towards him and you gave him a warm smile as you said in defeat, “I have no choice but to confess, don’t I?” Deducting his rash actions being shown to you, last night must have been a rather EVENTFUL occurrence. What did I even say to him last night that might have riled him up like this? I wish I could remember.

Gathering the confidence to finally confess to him, your arms calmly wrapped around his neck as you closed in on him, embracing him under the pattering drops of water. Soothingly, your hand skimmed up the nape of his neck, coursing through his wet hair from behind his head. This was meant to reassure him of your honest response that you’re about to break down to him. In a gentle tone, you asked, “So… do you want to know how I really feel about you?” Gun gave an affirmative nod, with that serious demeanor of his still focusing on you. “Okay. Ugh, where do I even start…? Well, to be honest, I hated your guts when I first met you. I thought of you as rude, arrogant, narcissistic, and heartless.” His face remained apathetic, which resulted in you to crack a teasing giggle. “It gets better, okay, Mr. Grumps? Trust me…” Resuming with your acknowledgment for him, you continued onwards. “The longer I stayed with you, the more that I realized how much I’ve gotten used to you. Even though you’re such an ass, there are many things that I find that are attractive about you. Frankly, you are strong because of how physically adept you are at fighting, independent since you’re capable of taking care of yourself, sophisticated because of your sense of fashion, smart because you know how to handle every situation thrown at you (especially when it comes to my dumbass…), resourceful since you know how to cleverly use resources around you, practical (because you don’t waste anything that could be of use, especially time), and not to mention, you’re…” Warily, your cheeks reddened at the last part of your description of him, stammering shyly when you said, “H-handsome because you always have an… attractive physique… ” He stared at you, all awestricken. Gun’s mouth turned to a devilish smirk, leaning his face closer to yours while he still had his hands pressed against the shower wall adjacent to your sides. However, he repositioned himself with his left forearm now pinned beside you, and his other hand tucking your wet strands behind your ear to whisper close into your ear saying, “Am I really that handsome to you, (Y/N)? Does my ‘physique’ make you weak in the knees?” The blush on your face had yet to cease due to Gun’s sly tease. Flustered as you were, you removed your arms from him and pushed him back from his chest, in which you drew your eyes away from him while dying in embarrassment. “Ugh, you’re so annoying!” When he took a few steps back from your abrupt push, he chuckled amusedly, knowing how you couldn’t take back your words even if you wanted to. You clicked your tongue in annoyance as you snapped back at him. “Tsk, I might be crazy to even say this to someone like you! But…” Heaving a reluctant sigh, you confessed gingerly, ”I do… like you. S-so… if Drunk Me said that I… l-love you… then I must have really meant it…” It didn’t take long for Gun to suddenly come for you again, sheathing his arms around your bashful self. One of his arms wrapped around your waist tightly, pulling you close to him while the other held onto the side of your face for another time. Pressing your body against his, you glanced at him in perplexity due to his startling embrace. As he admired you once more, he ultimately declared, “That’s all I needed to know. So, don��t make me regret this...”

On that account, Gun lowered his face onto yours and his lips reunited with yours. For this occasion, he was much more gentler this time as he kissed you passionately than ever before. Having to adjust to the current state of affection for you, he held your face during the kiss, ensuring that he gets a taste of your sweet tongue sufficiently. The clutch around your waist grew tighter by each second, causing the both of you to moan and groan for more, from each other. Your arms returned around his neck again, sliding one of your hands down his scarred chest. Instantly, Gun swiftly removed your hand from his chest by grabbing a hold of it, transferring your hand down onto his meaty cock. Pulling himself away for a brief moment, Gun informed you that, “At this moment, it’s yours now. I give you permission to do whatever you want to it, so let yourself go and give in to me. Continue to show me how much of a greedy woman you really are.” The temperature rose not just on your face, but in you entire body as well, seeing him snicker proudly like that only for a second. He crashed his lips back onto yours again, pushing you onto the wall, to run his greedy hands all over your body. The sensation of his hand groping your breast while another hand played with your private, led to your legs trembling from the stimulation and your whines to echo amidst the trickling sounds of the shower. Moaning in euphoria from his touches on your breasts and your heat, you decided to return Gun the favor, by giving him a hand job. Gripping onto the base of his girth, your hand played with his dick as you massaged it back and forth on his entire length, seizing the moment of him groaning at your generous touch. A glint of carnality masked his eyes, which only fueled the increase in lust that he had for you. “Does that feel good, Mr. Park?” Goddamn, did that line spark something inside of him…

Foxily, you pushed him off of you releasing your lips from his, resulting in him to peer at you in confusion. Consequently due to the fact that you wanted to get even with him for his teasing, you came up with an idea that’ll surely drive him mad with desire. Knowing him, as a pervert and all. Attentively, Gun watched as you got on both knees below him, reaching eye level with his manhood. Still holding his cock in your hand, his head tilted down at the sight of you gliding your hand up to his tip, tracing around the hole of his penis in circles with the flat of your thumb. He reciprocated by uttering a hoarse grunt from your light gratification, followed by a lowly chuckle. It was obvious to him that you were starting to play along with him, teasing him back in accordance to his fiery desires of physical displays of affection. While sweeping your hair off for you by tidying your hair back with his hand, he asked “What do you think you’re doing, my little servant?” Smirking back at him, you responded, “Like you said. As your ‘servant’, it’s my duty to please you, sir. Isn’t that what you wanted?” Gun’s libido was starting to rise, even from merely your mocking. You’re already familiar with the way he operates during foreplay, since he always enjoyed a challenge from you… even when it comes to a little role-play.

Sneering at your reply, you felt his fingers caressed you from the top of your head to the side of your jaw, then stopped right where your chin was at. He firmly grasped it in between his thumb and index finger, but he didn’t stop there. The assessment that Gun was giving you was purely seductive on his behalf, rubbing your bottom lip with his thumb to and fro. You eyed his intentions cautiously, focusing your attention on him as if he stole the main show from you. Enticingly, he asked with piquant interest, “Will you be pleasing me again with that exquisite mouth of yours, little one?” In a suggestive fashion, you leered smugly. “That’ll be a surprise that only you will find out for yourself, Mr. Park. So just relax, and enjoy the special treatment~” You put yourself to work when you began to pump his whole shaft in your clutch, gripping it and massaging it throughly before accepting his prong into your mouth. Hence, him letting go of your bottom lip to rest his hand on top of your scalp. Deluging on his prick in an obligatory fashion, your hand held his private by the base steadily, glancing up at him a few times to check his current state from time to time. Gun on the other hand, was barely on the edge of losing it. Your mouth was pleasuring just the head of his cock, and he wanted you to go deeper, so badly. Watching him grit his teeth in frustration was the look that you expected to see. Pretending to not notice his sexual needs, you drew your mouth back from his tip, questioning him in a concerned tone, “Sir, are you okay? You don’t look so good…” Gun was panting heavily, when he demanded right away with, “I’m fine. Just keep going!” A smile of delight formed on your lips, nodding in servitude. “As you wish, sir.” And so it begins…

Engulfing Gun’s boner into your mouth little by little, he expelled a lecherous hum of appeasement right when he sensed that his snag bumped the back of your throat. Simultaneously, you let out a sigh of achievement for taking his humongous size whole without having to gag. I guess, I’m getting the hang of this. Without wasting a single second, you commenced your blowjob for him by sliding your lips outwards, until they came crashing down onto the bottom of his cock where your lips encountered his balls. Like a cycle, you proceeded to suck him off using the same method, on and on, reviewing those pleasured reactions of his. Gun ejected a few grunts here and there, still gripping onto your head in rapture. Every time you gave him head, he pondered about how well you’ve improved every time, gaining experience in demonstrating your ability to service him right. Spewing dirty curses out of his mouth, he worded out sensually as he scrunched a bundle of your hair together in one tight grab. “Fuuuck… You just keep getting better and better… don’t you? My personal slut, LOVES devouring my dick, doesn’t she? Filthy whore, mmmm… You should thank me for training you well. Sucking my cock like that, only shows me how fitting you are in being my number one slave… My personal toy… My one and only partner who can satisfy me like this…” You moaned onto his manhood as his grasp on your hair clenched even more, causing your body to react honestly to his praising and degrading. The walls of your pussy surged in arousal as you felt your insides beat heavily in a heated rhythm, secreting your needy juices from underneath you. Gun’s dirty talk fueled your desire even more, as he said, “I bet your cunt must be dripping wet from all of the praising that I’m giving you. What? You think I wouldn’t know how your body works by now? Heh, you foolish girl. I know you well, inside AND out. How did you think I know what your body desires? What you’ve always been craving for? I’m the only one who can satisfy you, and I’m the only person who can see right through your head. You know, I don’t blame you for falling for me. I’m rich, good-looking, powerful, and experienced in many different aspects, including sex. So, what kind of woman WOULDN’T find me attractive?” Right after his little cocky speech, he inhaled sharply through his teeth confirming, “Shit… I’m almost there…” feeling his rod starting to jitter inside your sloppy gape.

His boastfulness caused you to furrow your eyebrows in distaste. Irritated by his arrogance, your mouth retreated from his cock, which sent a crossed expression to form on his face. His eyes narrowed dangerously, as he observed you. When you locked eyes with him, you stared tenaciously at him, not even daring to withdraw your eyes away from his. This earned a smirk out of him, eagerly awaiting for what else you had in store for this little game of yours. Verifying that you had all of his attention on you, you held onto his prong in your hand then sustained your eye contact with him, not missing a single tune of his charming moans, you left a trail of kisses down his stalk. Relishing the sensation of your warm lips on his private, he dug his fingers deeper into your hair, massaging your scalp nicely as sign of encouragement and idolization. “Yes, that’s it. That’s my good girl… I love it when you look into my eyes like that, worshipping my cock beneath me like it's the best thing in the world…” His appreciative words sent flutters to your stomach and in your heat, which gave you a boost to keep going. You brought your lips to his balls then began to suck on each one, coating them with your saliva running down his testes. Your ears heard his groans get even louder, and more aggressive, while his grip on your head became much more stronger than before. “Ugh, you really know how to please a man. Don’t you, (Y/N)? Not just any man… ME…” Strike when he least expects it… After giving his balls some attention, you couldn’t resist teasing him, to remind him of who was in charge of his service. As your lips departed from his balls then transferred to his member’s crown, a few kisses were planted on his fleshy tip, followed by a few circular licks that traced around his genital hole. Gun spouted a gruff groan, still watching you with courtesy. For only a fleeting moment, you removed your lips from his knob, pronouncing a warning to him. “Careful Mr. Park, I wouldn’t get TOO comfortable there if I were you. After all, I’m the one who’s still in charge of your treatment.”

A gleam for misbehavior shined through your eyes, which really caught Gun off guard. Without giving him any warning, you provoked him by biting on his top lightly, which won a clear grunt from him. Your impishness produced a dumbstruck countenance on his face, which soon converted into a small derogatory laugh. “You’re a real brat, you know that?” Shrugging flippantly, you countered his scornfulness with, “Isn’t that why you took interest in me in the first place? I don’t see you complaining… until now.” Gun suddenly became speechless, not able to come up with a clever rebuttal because whatever you said was the truth, and he was aware of that. To silence him even further, you received his whole prick into your mouth then began to suck on him vigorously, working your hand and your mouth simultaneously in a synced pace. Gun spilled a few curses due to your explosive burst of energy on his wood, going at it at such a high speed. The sloppy top that you were giving him was so damn good, that it made his toes slightly curl in his feet and his hand on your head to clamp tensely, feeling his knuckles dig into your scalp from clutching mightily onto your hair. His penis began to throb in your mouth, denoting how he was almost at the stage of climax. “Yeah, you better suck on it real good. Show me how much you love me, and this dick!” Reaching towards his own finishing state, Gun ultimately combusted deep into your mouth. Feeling his thick spunk run down the back of your throat and through your esophagus, you ensured that you accepted every drop of his by chugging down every bit of it until your tongue no longer felt the substance present in your mouth. However, your job didn’t end there quite yet. His sex was still in your mouth, in which your tongue swiveled around it, cleaning off every inch of him. With a few clingy sucks on his shaft, your mouth messily detached from him, as a bit of your leftover drool drooped onto his head. That final bit of your sexual labor prompted a resonant sigh from him. However, he didn’t let you rest just yet.

Gun’s eyes were directed at you, currently perusing your weary self from giving him the best blowjob he has ever had. “It’s my turn. Get up, now.” Your head whirled around to stare at him in apprehension. What the hell? Can’t he see that I’m catching my breath here?! You were about to ignore him, but you completely forgot that he had his hold on you. The yanking on your hair was starting to get annoying, pulling on you like a pet on a leash. “I said… Get. Up. NOW.” Those dark eyes with their glowing pupils punctured your own with true authority, drawing out a chilling shiver down your spine. It’s reasonable to become so helpless under his gaze like that, as you thought to yourself carefully. Crap, I don’t like the look of those eyes. I guess I have no choice here. It’s Gun after all… Seeing that you were rising onto your feet, Gun liberated you from his grasp. After getting up, you eyed him guardedly to try and read his next move. “So… what now? Are we done here?“ He jeered at you scornfully with that cold smirk plastered on his face as he said boldly, “I dare you to turn around and bend over for me. It’s time for me to really show you some good ‘loving’…” You were taken by surprise by his words, especially that last phrase that he said. On cue, your face began to burn hotly. “Now, hold on a minute! You’re not just going to drop that line on me, like it was effortless for you!” Gun raised an eyebrow playfully, pretending to retreat away from you. Using his reverse psychology on you, he acted as if he was willing to let you go this time, curious to see how you’d react. “Oh. So, you don’t want me to show you? Hm, well too bad. I guess we’ll just have to settle this some other time.” Gun was about to turn his back on you so he could leave the shower, but he was soon stopped by your grab on his arm. When his eyes focused on both of your hands clinging onto him, your cheeks flared in bright scarlet, as you couldn’t bear to let him go. The two of you already got to this point, so you found it unfair of him to abandon you like that. Abashed by how he easily got to you, you willingly heeded to his directive. “Okay, okay… Geez, you’re so mean sometimes…” You were about to shift yourself around to face the wall, but Gun stopped you from doing so as he said, “Hold on a minute.”, before placing his hands on your hips. Gun looked around the shower, since he could’ve sworn that he saw something that you could grab onto for safety when he entered into the shower earlier. And because he knew you were typically clingy during sex, you needed something that could support you while getting your kitty pounded. Once he spotted a shower grab bar nearby, he ordered you to, “Turn to your left, and move towards that grab bar.” Issuing you to take a few steps to the other wall on your left, you caught the bar in sight. You regarded it alertly, asking him, “Why do you want me to go over there for?” Gun addressed, “It’ll be a pain if you slip on nothing out of nowhere. If that happens, then I’ll have to be the one to carry you out of here to seek medical attention. Do you know how bothersome that would be?” Rolling your eyes at his apathetic response, you grumbled a, “God, when do you ever stop thinking about yourself?” before proceeding towards the adjacent side of the shower. His hands were still holding onto your hips as he guided you from behind towards the steel bar. The two of you stopped right in front of it, and it didn’t take an entire minute for Gun to say while snickering, “What are you waiting for? Do it.”

Someone’s excited. Right when you turned around and bent over the support railing, you placed both of your hands onto the bar, displaying your sleek pussy before him. Gun’s eyes leched down over your curvy backside, admiring your inviting position. Marveling at your plump ass facing his cock, he kneaded his hands on your hips, preparing himself for what he’s about to do to you. “Look at you, all eager for me to take you. You want me to show you how much I ‘love’ you, don’t you? You were even pretending to not want me when clearly, you do. I know you so well, (Y/N). You can’t fool me.” Jeering, his hands groped your ass cheeks, giving them a full circled rub on both cheeks until he sent a sadistic smack on your ass. Your body reacted, flinching in response to the infliction of light sensual pain, along with a pleased groan out of you. “Heh, would you like at that? Do you like it when I inflict pain onto you? It sounded like you actually enjoyed that. My naughty little masochist~” He removed his right hand from your ass so he can take hold of his phallus. Gun’s tip poked your drenched folds, rubbing it back and forth, earning stifled moans to escape through your lips. “You’re already aware of how this works. I won’t put it in unless you’ve earned my satisfaction. Go on little slut, beg for it…” You weren’t going to go down without a bit of a fight, so you’re willing to resist a bit further. Twirling your head around to take a glimpse at him, you refuted saying, “Fuck you, Gun…” So this is how it’s going to be, he thought to himself as Gun cracked a deprecating heckle. Contradicting you back, he attested, “Oh yes, you will. I could’ve already taken you by now, if you weren’t so prideful, my dear…” Those words… “my dear”, was nothing more than a mockery and you knew that. They were supposed to be sweet, but it lacks warmth and sympathy, resulting in you to clench your teeth in opposition.

Pursuing his seduction on you, Gun continued to tease you. The sighs that you were venting were only igniting his commitment to tease you to your limits. Causing friction onto your entrance, his cockhead continued to razz you up, as he said, “Admit it, (Y/N). You need me, don’t you? I’m your commodity, yes? Say it… Say it, and I’ll generously give it to you~” Salivating from the titillation of his erection rubbing onto your wet folds, your whimpers began to grow louder by the minute. The grip that you had on the cold metal bar tightened, displaying signs of resistance that you could barely hang onto. In a slow, tempting voice, Gun whispered into your ear once more saying, “You can’t say? Oh, but you love me, don’t you? You love me soooooo much, that you can’t get me out of your head, right? I want to hear those words again… Those words from last night… Say it to me… To Yuzuru, one more time…” Yuzuru? He wants me to use that name? But why…? Adhering to his request, your mouth started with this familiar name. “Yuzuru…” Luring you on with his sultry whispers, he said, “Yesss… Tell me~” You couldn’t answer him straight as you barely managed to spew a, “Yuzuru… I… Ah~ Love you…” through your lips. If only you could see Gun’s hysterical visage, with that crazed flash in his eyes and his manic grin depicted on his face. Ah yes, those words really set him off real good. Out of nowhere, you felt his hand snaked its way onto the very front of your entrance, where his hand started to fiddle with your clit. Rubbing it slowly, caused you to whimper according to his sex-hungry manipulation, arching your back while desperately hanging onto your sanity. The three words, “Look at me.”, had its mental hold on you. Your fighting spirit was starting to slip away from your mind, in which you turned your head back to meet with his eyes in need, obviously affected by his torturous foreplay. Examining your pleading eyes and your pouting lips, was enough for him to decrypt that you were almost at your breaking point. As a result, Gun chuckled snarkily due to your change in backbone. “Those eyes of yours, really do display desire. You wish that I’d say it back, right? Ah, but I don’t think you deserve it. No… not unless you plead. Go ahead. Beg for me. Beg for me to give you my all. Pray for me to love you… Say it…”

As twisted as it may seem, Gun felt that it was a necessity for him to feel wanted and needed by you. He needed to feel the right amount gratification that’ll seal the deal. If you were to prove your loyalty and passion for him, then wouldn’t it be best if you give him the benefit of the doubt? To show him how much you wanted this, as much as he wanted it too? He wasn’t going to waste his time on someone who didn’t show him how much he’s important to them, and he wouldn’t want to have someone who would go through such effortless lengths to be with him, who’s already obsessed over that one person. However, if it’s you, then that’s a different story. He’d do anything to make you stay with him. Whether it be sex, he had already been enraptured by your tenacity, beauty, and soul. You were just his type. His person. His object. His home. And nothing is going to stop him from claiming you all for himself. Already at your weakest peak while your legs were trembling, you finally gave up your pride for him as you cried out in broken sobs due to the accumulated stimulation, “Ugh~ Yuzuru, please… I-I need you… I n-need you more than a-anything… l want you to g-give it to me… Your l-love… I want all of it! I w-want to know h-how m-much you care for me, how much you f-feel for m-me… Hngh~ I want y-you to l-love me~!!” The more you kept going, the more inaudible your jumble of words were sounding to him. Gun felt the sense of power seeping into him. Your words administered a driven will inside of him, culminating an urge of ambition that he’d never had before. His only goal now was to please you, to infatuate you with all of his devotion, to make you obsessed with him to the extent that you wouldn’t even bother looking for someone else. It’s that idea of enamoring you that kept his mind fixed at showing how much he truly cared about you, affirming it through his own words stating, “That’s right. You’re mine now. My woman, and only mine. No one else can have you. No one else will ever have you. Your rightful place is to be here with me, by my side. I don’t care if I have to destroy anyone who’ll get in the way of us being together. Nothing matters, as long as you’re with me at all times.” Sighing in between his brazen speech, he resumed his proclamation as he said, “In all honesty, this is the most foolish thing that I’ve ever announced to anyone in my life, so you better not make me repeat myself.” Finished with his rare address, he removed his hand from your clit, then returned to your hip. Edging his solid spike onto your entrance one last time, he then shoved his girthy cock inside of you as it slid into you with ease because of how wet your core was already. His throbbing cock slithered into you, forcing your elastic walls to fit his humongous size all the way up to its max capacity. During his insertion, both of your hands clenched hard around the support bar and your spine curved in a concaved manner, which led to you clamoring in pleasure.

Gun’s cog reached its full degree inside your cunt, moaning hoarsely into your ear from your compacted heat, feeling your burning warmth and your squishing saturation. Your pulsating vagina reacted to the stretching of his member penetrating you, gladly taking every inch of him. Every curvature, every proportion of his width, and every area of his being that he could offer you. Receptively, Gun freed his hand from your hip then reached around your figure so he can place his hand on top of one of yours, while you held onto what little support you had. He closed the remaining space you had between you two by getting closer to you. Leaning his own body onto yours closely, for his sturdy chest to be pressed against you and elevating his pelvis up to your ass to ensure that he fills your insides up to the very brim, spurred something from within you. Not just the pules of heavenly elation, but the images of unfamiliar events from your mind that are now… familiar? There’s the bar… There’s the room… And there’s- Mutely gasping to yourself at the recollection of steamy memories that you had with Gun. Your face scorched in crimson, as you started to recall the events that took place in the bedroom. What is this? When was this? Echoing inside your ears, were lines that you couldn’t believe that were spouted from your own mouth. “Please… let me sh-show you… h-how much… I t-truly care… about you…” God, I said that? Now way… “Y-you’re… even more… handsome… with y-your hair… down l-like… this…” UGH, WHY DID I SAY SUCH A THING? “Ahn~! Gun… I… I want… t-to be… wor- Ah~ thy… of- Mmmm~ being called… y-your… Hah~ woman…” DEAR GOD, SINCE WHEN- “I… like… you… Jong Gun… Park~!” WHAT THE FUCK?! “Hngh, Yuzuru~!!! I-I… like… you… so m-much…!! Y-your strength… your independence… your h-handsome face… your maturity… y-your s-sense of f-fashion… EVERYTHING…! Even those… r-rare- Ah~! Rare moments with y-you… I l-love it…! I love e-everything… about you…” STOOOOP!!! At that very instance, you felt the steam rising from your head from the extreme lines that you remembered from last night. “I… I l-love when you would… be sweet… s-sometimes… and I… h-hated when you leave m-me… alone… i-in that… empty house… a-and you’re so… u-unfair… h-how dare… y-you… let that w-woman… c-cling onto you like th-that…” GOD, KILL ME NOW!!! “Please… s-stick it… INSIDE ME… I want your c-cock… already… Yuzuru~” W-why did I say that??? I MUST’VE GONE BONKERS, OR SOMETHING. There was a specific memory that made your heat quiver when you thought of it. You remembered Gun’s voice asking you, "Tell me… how much do you love my cock? Does it feel good?" The answer that you gave which was, "Y-yes… it feels good… s-so good~! I love it so- AGH~ SO MUUUCH~!!!" resulted in you screaming in disgrace over your shameless self. AHHHHHHHHH!!! OH GOD, HOW COULD THAT BE ME? HAVE YOU NO SHAME, (Y/N)?! “Gun… I love you…” (Y/N), YOU IDIOT!!! WHY DID MY DRUNKARD SELF HAVE TO SPILL SUCH A THING???

Every embarrassing line struck your heart like a bunch of daggers, causing your face to burn even redder than before and your insides to coil tighter and tighter every time around his shaft. Remembering each round of sex you had with Gun last night must’ve impacted your arousal level, charging your body to blaze in shamefulness and in sexuality. Gun felt his tool being crammed in by your vaginal walls, attaining audible grunts from how exponentially tighter your grew around him. From over your shoulder, he bowed his own head onto your right trapezius, pressing his lips tenderly on your skin to leave a few kisses all the way down to your shoulder blade. Inquisitively, he asked directly while compressing his hand onto yours even more, “What happened? You didn’t earn any of my praises yet. Are you that excited to be taken by me?” You turned your head to your side to capture his eyes so they can focus onto yours. You were hesitant to tell him the good news about how you’ve regained your memories from last night, since you already know where his mind could lead to if he found out. Ugh, I’ll regret this later… Jittering, you confessed, “I… R-remember now…” Like a trigger of some sort, Gun’s mouth immediately arced into a vile grin, understanding the situation right away. Already, he was planning on teasing you mercilessly to the point of humiliation, like he usually does. Sniggering for only a second, he commented very plastic style of appreciation saying, “Ah, so you remember now, do you? Good. I had a feeling that that this would work. It takes the taste of my cock inside of you to remember such a special incident. So, tell me, (Y/N)… Can you help me recall what you said last night? I can’t remember quite well, about what you told me. It’s your fault for forgetting it earlier, so I must’ve forgotten it as well.” The flustered expression on your face remained priceless to him, loving the reaction of your embarrassment. You could see the irritating smirk that he’s giving you, rousing your face to contort in vexation. I knew it. This bastard is just going to play dumb and treat me like a fool. What is he, a child? “What do you mean you ‘must’ve forgotten’? Do you think I’m dumb? You clearly remembered not too long ago, so recall it yourself, you moro-“ Without any notice, Gun suddenly withdrew his knob from you then rammed it back into you from behind, influencing you to proclaim a loud groan. Gun hummed at the sounds of your blissful reaction to his impulsive prodding, provoking you with a, “I apologize. I didn’t quite catch that. You were…” He abruptly thrusted powerfully into you one more time with a spunky grunt, retrieving another contented yelp from you before resuming whatever he was mouthing with, “…saying?”

Baring your teeth in outrage, you snapped at him profusely, yet snidely at the same time. “Hey, you prick! What the hell do you think you’re doing?! I know damn well that you’re just trying to ignore my refusals since you want me to say those words again! But let’s face it, BUDDY. I’m not going to say it. You know why? Because you’re a self-proclaimed dickhead, that’s what! Jong Gun Park, the desperate jerk, who wants me to baby him like he’s some sort of chi-“ Gun didn’t allow you to finish that last sentence of yours. His hips began to rut into you like a hammer banging on a nail. Whimpers fell out of your mouth clumsily, relentlessly going at it with his pelvic movements that increased roughly by the minute. The sounds of water splashing onto you and Gun along with the smacking sounds of his hips bashing against your wet ass were rebounding off of the shower walls. Heavy breathing from the both of you and feeble cries from your mouth due to his ill-bred banging became the most vehement tones that the both of you had ever heard in your lives. Gun’s husky groans in your ear were tantalizing enough for you to shut up and submit yourself to him, letting go and allowing himself to give you everything that’ll please you in exchange for some rewarding verbal words from you. Through your murmurs of elation, Gun questioned, “What did I tell you before? Call me ‘Yuzuru’, you idiot. Also, coming from your inability to say anything back, I could tell that you’re enjoying yourself. It feels good, doesn’t it? The feeling of the heated water running down your sexy body… The sensation of my dick in you, making your body all warm and snug inside… If you say those words again, then I’ll give this to you everyday. If you continue to live with me, then you won’t have to worry about anything. And if you decide to be there, then… you won’t have to leave me ever again. I’ll keep you all to myself. I’ll even lock you up in that house, for you to never leave my side ever again. I’ll cage you, confine you… Hell, even quarantine you there, so just swear your loyalty to me and remain by my side forever…” Listening to his rashness had influenced you to think this through. Has this bastard gone psycho? Mentally ill? Urgh, what is he saying? He doesn’t need to do all of that for me to stay with him. Your face revolved around your shoulder to look him dead in the eyes. Scoffing, you responded candidly. “I’m the ‘idiot’? Hah, please… You’re- Ahhh~ the idiot here. Don’t you remember? I said, ‘I love you’! Isn’t that- Mmph~ already proof that I only- Agh~! …want to be with you?“ He inhaled sharply through his teeth before he decided to quicken his pace, accelerating in speed while fucking you out till your body is bending forward onto the steel bar in front of you. You were barely hanging onto it, as one of his arms shifted to clutch around your waist from behind while his other hand gave your hand a squeeze on the bar. Your legs were now shuddering violently, as you felt a powerful wave of ecstasy swelling up in your core. Harsh tears began to materialize and blur your vision due to the overwhelming feeling of intoxication, feeling the need to warn him. “G-Gun, I-I’m… going to cum~!” Instantaneously, Gun lets go of your hand and your waist, pulling himself out of you with ease. In pure confusion, you were left frustrated, wondering why he decided not to finish you off. Feeling your high die down because of him, you turned around to face him in resentment. “Gun, what the fuck?! Why didn’t you-“

“You never listen, do you?” Gun’s lips suddenly came crashing down onto yours, kissing you violently with his tongue forcing its way into your mouth, swiveling and sucking on yours with hunger. You could barely keep up with his aggression, melting into the kiss with moans being derived from your mouth and groans emanating from his own. When it was distinctly clear that you were lost in his superiority, his lips departed from yours, with a silver line of saliva connecting both of you until it was severed into nothingness. “Okay, what has gotten into you all of a sudden?! You wanted this, but then you wanted that? Make up your damn mind Gun, and pick a-“ He cut you off in an exasperated sigh, by saying, “I already told you to call me ‘Yuzuru’. Do you ever listen, woman?” Bothered by his unnecessary rudeness, your eyes narrowed in gall as you bantered, “Really? THAT’S the reason why you’re acting like a jackass?! God, and I thought we would put our differences to the side and act all ‘lovey lovey’. Unbelievable…” You looked down at your feet as you covered your eyes with your hand, shaking your head in torment. Gun crossed his arms while looking down at you in disregard of your thoughts. “If you hadn’t been so forgetful, then we wouldn’t be bickering in the first place.” You glanced back at him in disdain, scoffing with your arms now crossed in disbelief. “You know… I hate you. I truly do.” Gun gave a playful smirk answering back smugly saying, “Mhm, keep lying to yourself. Besides, I have my ways. I’ll make you say it no matter what.” You raised an eyebrow asking, “Didn’t I tell you already that I ‘love you’?” Gun shook his head chuckling, “Just because you claimed that you said something with your own mouth, doesn’t mean that you meant it in THAT particular moment. It doesn’t work that way.” Rolling your eyes and turning your head away from him, you clicked your tongue in criticism then shooed him off dismissively. “Tch, there’s no way you’ll get it out of me. Leave and just give up already.” Gun snickered back professing, “I love a challenge…” Gun crept closer to you, until his shadowy silhouette loomed over you. The shade shrouding your face caused you to turn your head back to him, but you didn’t expect his face to be so close to yours in an instant. “Do you really believe that I won’t make you say it?” You stared at him, slowly nodding in trepidation. “Is that so…?” From under your head, you felt him grab onto your chin, tilting your head up to face him straightforwardly. A gleam of cruelty from his souless eyes and his dimmed pupils stared back at you, making your knees weak and your heart rate to skyrocket. With a nervous gulp from you, Gun’s smirk turned to a wide diabolic grin before saying, “You better hang on for dear life, (Y/N). Because now, you’re at my mercy. And I won’t stop until I hear you utter those words, from that pretty little mouth of yours…” Trembling in fear underneath such a barbaric man, the last words that popped up in your head before being devoured by his very being was, I’m so fucked…

. . .

How long has it been since you and Gun have been in the shower? Thirty minutes? Forty-five minutes? An hour? No. It has been two hours, to be exact. The two of you forgot about the real-world around you, only divulging in each other’s presence. The shower was still on, drenching both of your bodies underneath its steaminess, while both of your bodies collided fervently. Kissing each other, licking each other, fondling each other, and tiring each other out until one of you calls it quits. Currently, Gun had you right where he wanted you. Mercilessly, his cock kept beating into your pussy without rest, which made you gasp and moan in felicity to no end. With his buff arms wrapped underneath your thighs, he pinned his hands onto the shower wall and held you up, fucking you against the wall as your legs held onto his arms strenuously. As your feet pointed up towards the ceiling, your arms embraced his rippled body, helplessly hanging onto him in despair. This man had been screwing you over and over again for over an hour, to the level of unhinged insanity. His phallus was undulated at the right spot, hitting your g-spot with a curve that makes your toes curl up in the air. Watching your head hanging backwards onto the wall and your eyes rolling back into your retracted eyelids, Gun smirked at the sight of your devastation and ruin. Pleased with himself at how raw he had been fucking you dumb, he goaded, “Oh my, would you look at that? Have you fallen into insanity? My lovely woman~ Fucked brainless until all I could hear are the sweet sounds of your mewling and purring, like a kitten. How cute. Remember what I told you? I said I’ll stop until I hear those words come out of your mouth. So, let’s try this again… Go ahead and tell me, (Y/N). What is it, that you’d like to say to me…?” With your mouth hung wide open, you uttered a shaky, “I…” Gun’s wicked smile expanded whilst wrecking your poor hole savagely, readily prying you with a, “Yes…?” It is at this moment, when your next words shall determine the outcome of your well-being. You could feel your bruised cunt pulsing and the knot inside of you enlarging, causing you to squirm in his grasp while you’re suspended against the wall. Gun could feel the tension building up inside of you, reverberating around his wood. He sensed himself bordering in on his sexual climax, the more that he kept thrashing his hips and his sex into you. Almost as if you were crying out in prayer, you finally marked your forced declaration of love for him, screaming, “YUZURU, I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU!! YOUR LOVE IS ALL THAT I EVER NEED!!! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH, YOU DUMB FUCK!!!” In an almighty thrust, he plummeted his cock deep into your vulva and shot all of his jizz into you, filling you with his thick seminal fluid. An overflowing trail of his discharge gushed out in between your legs, in which Gun’s head tilted downwards to watch thick droplets of his seed drip out of your womanhood then onto the tiled floor for it to be washed away towards the drainer. Panting laboriously from pumping your brains out to the maximum high, he proudly brought his lips onto your forehead, rewarding you with a tender kiss because of his fulfilled request. With his lips still pressed onto your forehead, he murmured considerately, “That wasn’t so hard, now was it? Well, I’ll overlook that last bit and pretend you didn’t say such a thing. All in all, you’ve been so good to me, (Y/N). I knew that you’d be the only woman meant for me. I assure you, no one will ever take your place. From this day onwards, you’re mine. I’m the only one who you’ll have eyes for, and I’m the only one who you should admire, think of, and praise. No other man or woman should be in the back of your mind. You better remember that, or else…” Still feeling jittery from how hard he destroyed you, you answered him in a spiritless voice. “Y-yes… Yuzuru…” Gun extracted his lips from your forehead then smiled down at you in affection. “That’s my good girl. Now stand up.”

His arms unshackled you, slowly dropping your feet onto the floor. Nevertheless when he let go of you to stand on your two feet again, your legs wobbled, feeling the pins and needles in your legs. “Ah-!” You gasped at how your legs couldn’t support your body, falling forward onto him with your body pressed against him again. Thankfully, Gun reacted quickly by catching you in his arms, wrapping around your waist steadily. Your hands compressed onto him, along with your face smushed carelessly against his chest. Drained from the abundant amount of instances that you two had intercourse, you were trying to pull yourself up from him but you still weren’t aware that he was restricting you from getting up properly. “Back in my arms so soon, (Y/N)? I didn’t think that you’d miss me THIS much.” You gazed up at his fiendish countenance then tried pushing him off of you in exasperation. “L-let go of me!” Gun’s arms twisted around your waist more snugly than before, bringing you closer to him, all in the purpose of riling you up again. He loved teasing you until you explode in rage, like a hissing feline. “Alright, if you say so.” Once you felt his arms release you, you were relieved for a second, but your freedom from him didn’t last long. Gun gave you a false sense of security, watching the expression on your face lose tension until his hands found your hips again then spun you around, piquing your eyes to increment in size due to his indiscretion. Struggling to prevent yourself from falling, your hands immediately went for the grab bar again, grasping it into your hands soundly. Looking around yourself to see where he’s at to give him a piece of your mind, you yelled out to him saying, “You bastard! What the hell was that for?!” Gun took you by surprise when he grabbed onto your inner thigh from beneath your left leg, then raised it up. You almost lost your balance when he did that, so you clung onto the steel bar like your life depended on it. When you redirected your attention back onto him, you blushed due to awkward position that he put you in. With your left leg hovering straight in the air and your right leg supporting your weight just by standing, you were even exposing your private to him, granting him the opportunity to behold your dirty parts. “Gu- I mean, Yuzuru, what are you doing?” Gun took his time to view your body before he said, “Hold your own leg up for me.” Hazily, you followed him by holding your left leg by your thigh without questioning him. This is so embarrassing. Why does he always have to put me in such uncomfortable positions like this? Your eyes stayed observant over him, eyeing him closely. As Gun lowered himself in front of your slick, he stroked his long loose strands of hair back to unveil his eyes even further. In spite of glancing at your bloodshot cheeks scorching your face, he grinned at you naughtily with his hand still holding his shiny black hair back, that had been sopping wet for quite some time now. At that angle, Gun gaped at your nudity in awe as he marveled under his breath. “What a beautiful sight to see. I should’ve known that this was the best angle to view all of your proportions. You’re a very stunning woman to behold…” Drawing his mouth closer to your heat while gripping your inner thigh in his hand, you objected saying, “What are you on about?! I-it’s… Embarrassing…” Gun surveyed your sheepish state from up above, entrapping your gaze onto his. Charmed by his enticing eye contact, you stared at him back as you awaited his reply, until he chaffed friskily, “What is there to be embarrassed about? I’ve already seen you undressed so many times by now, that I even fantasize about you…” Surprised by his confession, you asked in bewilderment, “Y-you, what?!” Gun smirked at your reaction, amused by every ounce of your bashfulness before replying openly, “Why are you so surprised? It’s not like you’ve never done it, or even thought about us having sex before…”

After admitting his infatuation towards you, you watched as he licked your moist slit, gaining an erotic huff out of you. Retaliating to his licks on your crevice, you protested, “Shut up, I have not! Since when, you perv?!” Gun parted from your fissure saying, “Since the very beginning. Believe it if you may, but whatever I’m telling you is all factual. Plus, what did I tell you about being honest? Well whatever, it’s not like that’s going to matter anyways. Don’t stress too much over the lies that you’re spouting to yourself. Once I win that little challenge of yours, I’ll have you confessing to me about every little thing that lies in that tiny head of yours. Every deep and dark desire that you possess inside of your mind, will soon be found out by me…” You were puzzled at what he was talking about until you remembered the bet that you made with Gun that day… The day when you went missing. Jeering, you said satirically, “Oh, really? Well it’s not a bad thing to be all confident like you are now, Yu-Zu-Ru~ Because when I WIN, THEN I GET TO EAT EVERYTHING AND ANYTHING WHENEVER I WANT TO. Yeah, that’s right… FUCK. YOUR. RULES. You can go ahead and kiss my ass when I clean that bowl faster than your fucking dishwasher.” Laughing comically in front of his face, Gun sneered at your fearlessness as he responded with scornful warning, “I wouldn’t be laughing yet if I were you, (Y/N). Your courage is commendable, but your arrogance is laughable. Remember, our deal lasts for a whole week. Can you handle it?” His low blow jabbed right through your very soul, which caused you to flinch in hesitation. “What do you take me for, an idiot? If it’s a week, two weeks, or even A MONTH, I’ll for sure win that bet. Even if I accomplish it with my eyes closed.” Gun simpered coyly before replying, “We’ll see about that. I'm looking forward to having you as my personal slave. Ah yes, an OBEDIENT PET…”

Gun bowed his head onto your pussy lips to continue where he left off, leaving you to curse under your breath. Every flick of his tongue drove your mind into blanks, tormenting you with his heavenly licks. Heaving breathlessly, you whimpered at the fashion of how he was driving you mad with pleasure. He didn’t say anything when his tongue decided to inject itself through your layers. Exploring your deep cleft, he dictated that he’ll have a bit of fun with your core first before he whips his dick out for the finishing blow. As he monitors your responses to his tongue curving in every spot that made you lament the loudest, he would tease those spots to the brink of you exclaiming, “Ahhh, Yuzuru~!” and “Yuzuru- mmmm~!” When he felt your private starting to coil around his tongue, he took out his tongue from within you so he can stand up on his feet again. You peered at him cautiously, as he stuck his member inside of you with a single jolt of prominence. Gun didn’t waver at all, gouging your dense hole violently. With his cock being compressed by your overall tightness, he continued to thrust into you, all for the sake of engraving the shape and outline of his phallus within you. As he held onto your left leg firmly with both of his hands, he bucked his hips constantly into your womanhood, as his balls smacked your entrance every time his shaft budged into you with force. Marking you as if your body was meant to be engraved into the outline of his meat, Gun angled his face closer to your neck to stamp you with his mark. First kissing, then licking, and finally sucking, he planted a hickey onto your collarbone as a symbol of his ownership over you. Moaning at the sensation of pain and pleasure colliding with your senses, he never failed to give you his attention in the most direst of spots on your body. After carving a love-mark on your body, his lips traveled south, leaving behind a trail of wet kisses down your cleavage. To you, it was still impressive how he could multi-task, pleasuring a single spot while getting busy with the other. Over the course of turning you into a mewling mess, Gun’s mouth did many wonders to your body at such a limited amount of time. Twirling his tongue around your bud and sucking on it in cupidity, you bit your lip avidly due to the spike of how sensitive you've become. The way your body was reacting to him was amazing, crying for him as you tried to withstand his inhumane force onto you. Gun was untamed and unstoppable, ravaging you and molesting you with everything he’s got. From your caricature, he could visibly see the tears welling up in your eyes, which made him go even more feral than usual. In quick speed, he propped your left leg over his shoulder while he resumed to fuck you sideways. The hold that you had on the shower bar almost slipped, which resulted in your grip to strain, holding onto it for as long as it takes so he could finish inside of you once more.

To satisfy the beast, as one might proclaim, can easily drain your energy. Not just his. You weren’t aware of the thoughts that were spiraling over his head at that moment. You didn’t know that the reason for his burst of energy and the reason for the flame inside of him to ignite even higher than before, was because of those simple words. Those words that spread the fire inside of him, like gasoline would when it comes in contact with a burning matchstick. That single declaration, that broadcasted your, “YUZURU, I LOVE YOU!”, was all it took for this man to go haywire. To lose his composure… To lose his stoical coldness… And to lose his one and only characteristic that defined him for who he is up until this point… His self-pride. It was you that took that all away from him. That snatched it all up with your kindness, your warmth, and your free spirit. But for some strange reason, he didn’t mind it at all. He was addicted to your kindness, your warmth, and that burning ferocity of yours, that he’d be willing to hold onto them for as long as he lived. Clearly, he is aware of what he must do at this moment. To sign his own ties with you in words. Meaningful words that expressed how he actually felt for you symbolically. Can he really do it though? He hasn’t done this before, and yet, this was the first time he’s ever been hesitant to tell someone about how he felt romantically. Well obviously, he’s never experienced ANYTHING romantic or anything else related to that field of soft mushiness. However, that doesn’t matter. It’s about damn time that he gets to reveal his honest thoughts to you, and he’s willing to do it right about now…

As he took a deep breath, he called out to you directly saying, “(Y/N), I have something to inform you, so listen closely…” His movements began to slow down, until they have stopped completely. You blinked in curiosity, studying his eyes that were shrouded with a new type of emotion that you’ve never seen from him before. Worried for Gun, you reached a hand out to his face and gently held onto the side of his profile. You then asked with your tone filled with concern, “Is there something wrong?” He sighed before removing one of his hands from your thigh to hold onto your hand in return. “There isn’t anything wrong…” You tilted your head in puzzlement before pressing him onwards asking, “What do you mean by that?” Gun stared at you with a long fixated gaze until he broke the silence saying, “(Y/N)… I love you.” You stared at him back with a poker-face as the words completely slipped into one ear, then came out of the other ear. Laughing tensely, you asked him hesitantly, “Umm… can you… repeat that… one more time…?” Gun stared at you back mutely until he gritted his teeth in annoyance as he spat back at you. “What more could you possibly want from me, woman? Didn’t you catch that the first time?! I told you to, LISTEN. CLOSELY. DIDN’T I?!” You squeaked in fear for only a small moment, yet you bounced back with the same amount of fight in you. “Oh yeah? Says the one who ‘must’ve forgotten’ whatever I said last night! And why is it so hard for you to repeat a line?! I SAID IT MORE THAN ONCE TO YOU, DUMBASS! AND YOU EVEN FORCED ME TO SAY IT TOO!! HOW UNFAIR IS THAT?!” Groaning in frustration, Gun facepalmed himself miserably while shaking his head before he gathered the courage to say such unfitting words again. “Alright, fine… I love you, (Y/N). There, is that better?” You shrugged while answering back teasingly, “I don’t know… doesn’t sound like you ‘meant it in THAT particular moment’ to me…” Gun couldn’t take it any longer with his pride being stepped on multiple times in one day. As if baring his fangs towards you, he was about to repeat his profession of love even more aggressively this time but was halted when you suddenly said with a huge compassionate grin, “I’m just kidding. I love you too, Yuzuru.” After declaring your love for him once more, you leaned in and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. Gun’s eyes widened in bafflement, completely caught off guard with your returned profession for him. In his head, he pondered to himself thinking how it’ll take a while for him to get used to this. Even though he said it, he didn’t really know what it meant to “love” someone. What even is, “love”? It’s a bizarre concept that’s difficult for Gun to even register. How can he tell if someone is actually being honest about it? Does he have to beat it out of someone to know the truth? But he doesn’t want to hurt you, so how can he tell? How can he figure out when your words are truly genuine or not? How can he be certain that you’ll remain by his side? This was definitely unlike those times when he had to dispose of disloyal members from his clan. Whether it be a finger, an arm, or their head, Gun didn’t hesitate to punish, torture, and dispatch of them. On the contrary, this was a special circumstance. It aggravated him since, for the first time, he didn’t know what to do with himself in a situation like this. It was a constant clash of troubled judgement that he’d never experienced before. What should he even do, and how should he even act with you now? Will this issue be his downfall? Only the future could tell…

Intervening with Gun’s immersed contemplation, you snapped him out of his afflicted thoughts by saying, “So, um… when are you going to put my leg down? It’s starting to sprain.” Blinking a few times out of his foggy reverie, he was now caught staring at your face, that seemed to be waiting patiently for his response. He forgot that he had your leg plopped over his shoulder, in which he smirked, replying back with, “What do you mean, ‘when’? I’m not done with you yet.” Automatically, you felt his phallus grinding onto your dampened creases. The hood of his erected structure moved upwards, past your urethral opening then onto where your clitoris was located at. Hooking you in like a spellbound enchantment, he enamored you to moan for him again and again, exciting you by stimulating that spot even more. “Hah, Yuzuru~” The way your voice shifts into a softer tone than usual, emanating into a low voice that could barely be heard by only his ears within his vicinity never fails to stir his eros. Continuously rising, the volume of your voice turned into immoral wails calling out to him in need. “Agh~ Y-Yuzuru, please~! I c-can’t hold out m-much longer…” Gun fancied your sensual agony, like so. Heeding in on the nasty sounds coming from your glossy heat, he sneered at the view of your vagina reverberating in need from below his vision. “What happened to the ‘love dovey’ act that you mentioned? I thought you wanted do that with me. You’re even enunciating such filthy noises to me too… Is this it? Is this what you were referring to?” Yearning for his girth to infiltrate through your labium minora while simultaneously disagreeing with your body, you shook your head in denial. “N-no~!! This i-isn’t it! H-How can I- Hnnn~ d-do so if… you’re t-teasing m-me like th-this…?” Snickering at your stutters, he additionally noted on your sniveling as he murmured, “Even when you’re in denial, you’re still enjoying this. Consider being entirely honest for once, (Y/N). I know how you want to feel good as much I do. Your eyes and the way your body is reacting cannot fool me. More importantly, your mind can’t fool yourself. Allow me to further indulge you into my own world, and learn how to let go…” In that distinct juncture, he realized how there was never a dull moment with you. Your pleasured babbles would always animate Gun with such mania, that it always tips him off of his usual cool and unperturbed self.

Pulling himself into you, as if drawn to your titillating sobs and that lewd face that you were presenting to him, Gun’s face crept up to the side of your ear, swathing the fallen locks of hair behind your ear only for a brief moment before returning one of his hands to grasp onto your leg. His hot breath tickled your ear, instigating a strong shiver down your entire body. Wincing at the feeling of your leg on his shoulder falling deeper into immobility, Gun whispered into your ear compellingly, “Don’t hide yourself from me. You know how much I love your voice when it calls out to me~” Taken aback from his next move, you felt his tongue graze your ear lobe longingly, taking his time to make you shudder. Whimpering at his touch, you probed, “You… t-told me to- Ahn~ …‘l-let go’, b-but… h-how c-can I- Mmmm~ …k-keep up with y-you… l-like this…?” Next came the next phase, as he became determined to explore more of his options to sate you. Still managing your gluttony under his authority, he advised, “You don’t have to keep up with me this time. Just let me take care of everything for you. I’ll make your body feel like it’s- No… It’s more than that…” Feeling for his own base temporarily, his prong retired from your clit then repositioned itself right onto your opening. “I’ll SURELY send your body to heavenly paradise. The sensation that I’ll be giving you… The bliss that you’ll be granted access to… It’s for you. It’s all for you. I’ll do it all, just for you to feel my own soul to the very core.” W-what does he… mean by that? At that final notice, Gun forced his own sex into you. Back to the contact of his sexual organ submerged into your gripping heat, it glided right in without any troubles whatsoever, winning a grunt from him and a wail of gratification from you. His dive articulated sloppy sounds, due to the extensive secretion that surged within your snaggy vaginal walls from his catalyzing touches. Your body trembled at the sensation of his length fitting into you just right, occupying the capacity that you had to offer him. A complacent smile molded upon his lips, never ceasing to feel pleased every time he barges through your hot solitude. That tantalizing voice of his announced itself to you, calling you to fixate all of your senses on him by saying, “(Y/N), focus on me. Listen closely to my voice right now, and let it enshroud your very being. I’ll admit, I’m not precisely familiar with wording my thoughts and projecting them. However, I want you to unfold yourself to me. Entrust yourself only to me, and I’ll show you what you really mean to me through my own efforts.” Once his face retreated from the side of your ear, you looked into his eyes with commitment then nodded, confiding your livelihood to him at that very moment.

If actions told a million words, then Gun’s definitely told a billion. As he began to plunge himself into you at a slower pace than what he’s normally used to, your hand relocated from your leg to the tattoos on his forearm. Grabbing onto him as if he’s your supportive cornerstone, he glanced at your hand on his arm, which incurred an exuberant grin out of him. The way his eyes met with yours made your heart skip a beat when he said in response, “Oh? Are you yearning for my touch as well? No wonder, I could feel your desire from over here. So needy~” When you saw his face drawing closer to yours, you wanted to do the same in return. Craving for more of his affection, you inched closer to his face until you seized his lips with a heartfelt kiss. As his lips gently pressed against yours, everything around you felt harmonious. The warmth of the water raining down on both of you, including the warmth from his body radiating onto yours, felt so perfect. This “rain” that was trickling down onto you and Gun, became the only rain that Gun favored, sensible to the fact that the motif of rain usually symbolizes melancholy wherever he goes. Right now, Gun was resonating in his own tranquil place. His own “happy place”. Hearing your crying, begging, and moaning like that was his addiction. His guilty pleasure though, would be having to fall for someone as perfect as you. To interact with you on a daily basis was one thing, but having to touch you and hold you in his arms was another. Just thinking about that incited Gun to believe how lucky he was to even meet you in the first place. Oh, how lucky he was to have found you in that alleyway that day…

For a lengthy period of time, you and Gun shared an extensive exchange of reverence. Your mouths twisted and crashed onto each other along with your tongues, never letting go. Your free hand was now resting on the back of Gun’s neck, since he grabbed onto your hand then placed it on that specific spot, enabling you to touch him however you see fit. Your hand climbed his nape as each finger swept upon his skin breezily, traversing through his wet bedraggled hair selfishly like a madwoman who had lost all self-control. Gun was a fond of the way you became defenselessly corrupted by him, seducing you into a never-ending jostle of lustful greed. In spite of having fallen into sin, there was now a stronger connection between the two of you, which was constructed by the overwhelming emotions of amour. Groaning into your mouth with one last breath of sentiment, Gun pried his lips away from yours to speak, as your intermingled saliva from both of you dissipated with one last needy moan from you in response. Gripping onto your leg sturdier than ever while stopping his sensually slow thrusts into you, he uttered, “Look into my eyes, and don’t resist me anymore. From now on, this is how I’ll be displaying my signs of- … ‘love’… to you. Tch, it’s a foolish word to even say in the first place. I don’t even know where to begin or how to wrap my head around such a cursed thing…” Spontaneously, you removed your hand from the back of his neck to hold onto the side of his face in a soft manner once more. He sensed your hand coming from his peripheral vision and permitted you to touch his face without having to stop you, adoring your gentleness silently as you peered up at him. Utilizing your forgiving eyes, you replied by saying, “If you can’t understand it, then let's go about this, one step at a time. To be honest, I’ve never experienced it with someone either. You are actually, my first… lover…” Your cheeks flushed shyly for a moment, which made Gun somewhat relieved that he could still keep his title of being your “First” in everything. Clearing your throat, you continued. “Ahem, anyways… I don’t know if you recall, but remember when I proposed the idea of experiencing romance with me?” He stared at you blankly before giving an affirmative nod. Proceeding with your point, you counseled, “This will be a learning experience for you and me, both. So… are you still willing to give it a try with me…?” It took Gun a minute to think about your proposal, until he finally answered back with a monotone, “So be it.”

You were about to rejoice, but you didn’t expect him to suddenly resume his dirty movements. Yelping at the jolt of his member inside of you, he picked up the pace which influenced you to shift your hand from his face to his brawny shoulder. “Let go.” Your eyes widened in surprise as you asked him in a breathless, “W-what…?”, wondering if he had gone insane. Gun rolled his eyes slightly before heaving out, “I meant the bar, dummy.” Carefully setting down your leg that was previously pinned on his shoulder, he simultaneously grabbed onto your hand that was still gripping the shower bar then stationed it on his other bare shoulder. He cautioned, “Hold onto my shoulders, if you don’t want to fall.” Compelled by his assertiveness, you nodded, clutching onto his shoulders fixedly. Right when he felt you clasping your hands steadily onto his shoulders, he then grabbed a hold of both of your legs from under your thighs to lift you off of the ground, without giving you time for your leg to recover from paresthesia. Shrieking in surprise of his carrying and the numbing tingles of your leg getting to you, you immediately transferred your own arms around his neck while wincing from the uncomfortable feeling of your leg. Gun took a glimpse at your discomforting expression, as he reassured you soothingly. “Don’t worry, I’ll make this as quick as possible. Now, endure it to the best of your abilities.” Gliding his hands down onto the back of your knees methodically to reposition your entrance to where his prick was situated at, he resumed plowing his hardness into you but in this case, there was no room for “slow and steady”. While holding you up in the air, he rammed his erection into you, accelerating his speed as every minute passed by. Oppressively, Gun kept pounding into you, obtaining phonic discords of rhapsody that emerged from your mouth. Watching your face warp into ecstatic ruin, Gun consoled in your distress by cooing, “Yes, good. Just like that~ Give yourself into me, and let me take care of you. I’ll touch you and hold you as many times as you want me to. I’ll even give you anything and everything that you could ever have. You’re the only person who I want to spoil, and you’re the only woman who I’ll ever need. I don’t mean that solely because of how I laid my eyes on you as my next masterpiece. I mean it as my…” Gun paused for a few seconds, assessing his own words carefully. Thereafter, his eyes narrowed determinedly into yours as his cheeks were eventually painted in a slight hue of red before finally saying, “…my lover.” Displaying awkwardness from whatever he just told you, Gun’s own deliberation tugged something within his chest, which made him turn his head to the side and his eyes to wander in frustration at how silly he felt by saying words that were “out-of-place” for him. Although, it did lead him to feel some type of way which was, opening himself up to a new view of honesty. Only by a little bit. On the other hand, his profession pulled at your heartstrings, which triggered your heart to pump rapidly. You still couldn’t believe how soft he had gotten, especially with those words that he just spilled to you. You, of all people, got the rare opportunity to hear such words come out of Jong Gun Park, himself! Actually, no. Not “Gun”. His name, at this very moment, is-

“Yu… zuru… y-you don’t… have to… g-give me… everything… f-for m-me to… love you…” Extending your hand out to feel the side of his chiseled facial features, you tilted his head back towards you by holding him on the side of his sharp jawline. Enforcing him to look straight into your eyes, you gave him a tender smile then announced, “I-I’m a-already grateful… th-that y-you… th-think of me… as y-your… lover too… You d-don’t need to… give m-me… a-anymore g-gifts, b-because… y-your love already… m-makes me… h-happy inside…” Reacting to your gratification, Gun suddenly felt another yanking feeling coming from his chest, jerking inside of him like a small ball bouncing off of his ribcage. What is this heftiness? This, unusual sensation of wholeness that’s impacting him so greatly… Your smile, and your dialogue made him feel contentment, as if he needn’t bother with anything else. If Gun had to describe what he was feeling right now, then he would’ve addressed how your unity with him made him feel a sense of completeness. It was strange to experience such a tranquil emotion. But, feeling this way might not be so bad, he pondered. Besides his heart reacting to you, his rig rebounded as you felt it solidify in your, already stretched-out defenses. When he expanded in size, your spine bent backwards, feeling him inflate your guts more than it possibly can originally. Gun’s hold on your legs grew harsher, as he began to fuck you like his life depended on it. Crashing his stiff root into your core sporadically, you howled in hyper-stimulated blusters, which led you to beg him to, “W-wait, Yuzuru- AHHHH~! S-slow down!! Y-you’re… t-too… rough~!!!” He grunted in between your weeping then snarled, “Don’t you fucking quit on me, (Y/N). You’ve taken me so many times already, and now you can’t handle me fucking you? This is because of your doing, by the way. Be responsible for once, and take my dick like the good girl that you should be!” Each powerful gouge into your depths channeled every fierce emotion out of him through his monstrosity of a private. Every slam, every pound, and every bash you’ve received from his manhood drained all feelings of divine euphoria from within you, as if returning his actions of intimacy with the responses that your body is unleashing to him. The more that he carved himself into you, the greater the high tide of your climax was advancing. Feeling your pair of legs trembling in his hands and your interior convulsing around his sex organ, Gun growled huskily at the sublime pleasure of his knob being wedged in by your heavenly innards, that he too felt that he was coming close to his own ejaculation. “Yuzuru…” When Gun’s attention was attracted to you in an instant when he heard the sound of his name being called by that beautiful voice of yours, he asked impatiently, “Yeah?” Your eyes glistened up at him then trailed down to his lips. Gun was curious to see where this would go, as he decided not to interrogate you and to observe you quietly instead. While you gradually closed the gap between you and him, your lips mashed onto his, taking in his glazed lips for a sweet kiss. Gun kissed you back with the same amount of craving as yours, presenting his appreciation for you in a long fiery kiss. Your lips separated from his smoothly, as you felt the urge to say, “I love you, Yuzuru.”, one last time. Gun’s expression softened at your meaningful words. His pupils enhanced to focus on your gorgeous face, in which he returned an, “I love you too, (Y/N).”, in a more poised manner. With a final plunge of his dick into your sunken pussy, his lovecream ejaculated into you for an additional time, stuffing you with his own milky seed. Quivering at how full your insides felt from the multiple creampies that he had been giving you, you heard him groan into you, loading you with every volume that he could offer. The both of you were left panting and gasping for air over your intimate exchange in lovemaking.

Still trembling at how his huge load oozed out of you like a cream filled donut, Gun stared deep into your eyes still recollecting himself from the sexual workout he had done on you. Finally, he gave a charming grin saying in praise, “As expected, you did well as usual, (Y/N). I’m proud of you for being such a good girl. But this time, you’re not just ‘a good girl’. You’re MY good girl. So, congratulations. You’ve earned my praise and my 'love'.” He sneered at the way how he emphasized the word "love", which made you roll your eyes at him playfully. “Oh shut up, I already know you’re going to use that word ‘love’ against me now.” Gun chuckled, replying back with, “That won’t be the only thing that I’ll use.” Raising a slight eyebrow at him, he leaned his face closer to your neck then gave you a dampened kiss on your neck, causing you to sigh into his ear while taking in his masculine scent from his hair, which always makes you go crazy. When he heard you let out a pleased sigh, he smirked presumptuously then murmured as his lips pressed against your neck. “You’re now mine, after all. That means I get to do anything I want with you. I get to please you and touch you whenever. I know you wouldn’t mind if I were the one to do it to you~” While planting a few kisses down your neck, you scoffed while rolling your eyes. You knew his seductive tricks far too well, as you continued to resist him once again by replying to him sarcastically, “Oh I do mind QUITE a lot, actually. And to correct you, I think you meant that you want to toy with me whenever you want. Am I wrong? I currently have no idea. I could be delusional here…” Hearing him chuckle evilly at how well you knew his antics sent shivers down your spine. Departing from your attractive collarbone, his face lit up in pure amusement at your jesting, portraying that wicked grin on his handsome profile. “Don’t get too sassy on me, (Y/N). Did you forget that I have your body in my possession?” Your boldness eventually faded, in which edginess was replaced into your psyche. Oh shit, I forgot he’s still carrying me.

Gradually trying to warm up to his good side, you meticulously negotiated pleadingly. “Soooo… Gun- I mean, Yuzuru… God, I’m still trying to get used to the new name change. Um, can we just forget about the little charade that we’ve gotten ourselves into, and just… call it truce? If you want, I’ll even help clean yourself up for you! Yeah, I don’t mind doing it! It’ll be like having your own little helper! Oh- and, I can help you wash your hair for you, your face, your bod-…” Your voice trailed off into muteness when you’ve realized what you were about to say. What am I even offering him?! It definitely sounds like one of those weird invites from those shady spas back in Kabukicho. Ugh, what the hell, (Y/N)…? Gun let out a small titter at your ridiculousness. You sensed him languidly lowering you down back onto the ground securely. Though, he did so carefully, aware of the condition of your legs that must be numbing. Whimpering at the excruciating tingling in your legs, by instinct, you instantly fastened your arms over Gun’s broad shoulders as your clinging arms then surrounded his neck. Due to how unbearable it felt, you grimaced in distress while turning your head downwards focusing on your flimsy legs struggling to keep themselves up. As it happened, you felt his hands brush alongside your sides, stopping on your hips and holding onto them thoroughly. His strong grip on your hips roused you to center your attention back onto his face. At the focal point of both of your concentration, you were absorbed in his bewitching gaze until he broke the tension with, “Hold onto the support on the wall first.” You blinked out of your trance then nodded, adhering to his directive. He guided you to the shower bar while you limped your way over to it until he saw you release him then grab onto it instead. His hands let go of you in exchange as he started to walk away from you. Worriedly, you raised your voice in agitatiion enunciating while wincing at the sense of numbing, “Hey! Where are you going?! Ack- Are you just going to leave me here???” Gun verbalized back aloud saying, “I’m not going anywhere, if that’s what you’re so concerned about. I’m going to start the bath for us and grab some things first. So just be quiet, and stay there.” Reacting to his explanation, you released a “Hmph.”, watching him leave the shower.

Dripping in all his godliness, you watched Gun turn on the faucet to the bathtub outside of the shower, letting the bathtub fill itself up. He then made his way to the lavish sink on the side of the room and grabbed a bunch of liquid body soap and a tall bottle of shampoo. Walking back towards the bathtub, he opened mini bottles of liquid body soap one by one, then emptied them into the tub for it to settle and swirl with the water. Disposing of the empty bottles afterwards, he had a bottle of shampoo in his hand, returning back towards you in the shower. Taking your hand in his and plopping the bottle into your hand, you asked, “How will this help with my legs?” Gun replied snappily with a, “Shut up and hold it for now.” Irritation filled your mind, denting the bottle with a tight clenching grip. Crabbily, you argued, “And why the hell should I- …” Quieting down, you stared at him as he suddenly kneeled before you on one knee, then took a hold of your left leg in his hands. Your face looked at him in puzzlement mixed with a tad of exasperation. Blushing, you asked him in fluster, “What are you… doing…?” Gun’s hands started to knead your leg, massaging from the calves first, making his way up your leg. Responding to your cowering without having to turn his attention onto you, he replied simply by spouting, “What does it look like, I’m doing? I’m helping you alleviate the numbness that you’re feeling right now. Don’t you ever think? No wonder you’re always so clueless whenever we converse, the majority of the time.” Your fist on the bottle fastened even tighter than ever, as you hissed back at him. “The reason why I’m ‘clueless’ most of the time is because you never tell me straightforwardly of what plans you have in mind! How should I know what you’re thinking of, all the time? I’m not a psychic!” Gun scoffed, feeling up your leg to your joints as he kept massaging your tensed muscles. “Had the concept of ‘common sense’ slipped your mind? I’m guessing it must have, knowing how bird-brained you can be sometimes for not thinking. Also, has it ever occurred to you, (Y/N), that I do such things in return because I truly believe that you deserved to be rewarded?” You stared at him in offense as you scowled, “Oh, NOW we’re back to the animal theme! ‘Bird-brained’ huh? Haha, wow. I guess you could even add in the dog characteristic from before, too. After all, I ‘deserved to be rewarded’, right?” Gun immediately answered back with, “That’s not what I meant.”

It took you by surprise that he had to withdraw his words like that, since you expected him to add onto your claim which usually led to an unending feud of harsh words. “Then, what did you mean by that?” Gun sighed feeling peeved. Still focusing on your leg, he responded bluntly, “I mean, you’re a woman capable of obtaining and handling certain things that others cannot. You’re braver than many, you’re focused, and you’re strong enough to withstand me and your training. Isn’t that already enough for you to conclude that you deserve greater things as well?” You didn’t know what to say as you gawped at him wordlessly, flattered by the nice words that spewed from him. You stuttered shyly, “I-I don’t… kn-know what to say. Th-that’s actually… very sweet of you to say-” Interrupting your monologue, Gun said sharply, “Didn’t you say that you were going to help clean me up? Hurry up, and wash my head already. I bet you were going to just stand there motionlessly, and not do anything while I slave away here, weren’t you?” Can’t this guy give me a break already?! Ruining the moment, you silently let go of the bar then opened the lid of the shampoo bottle to get a palm-size of the liquid in your hand. After getting a handful of it in one hand, you closed the bottle then dropped it by your feet with a loud plonk, not caring if it even landed loudly onto the tile floor. Muttering to yourself in profanities targeted towards him, you lathered the shampoo in both of your hands first before you decided to spread it out onto his head. Underneath the downpour of water, you smoothed out his hair back from the front of his widow's peak for him with one hand before you started to scrub his hair for him… HARD.

While scrubbing his head harshly, white soapy suds started to bubble into his hair, as the scent of lavender filled your nostrils from the smell of the shampoo. The scent was supposed to inspire relaxation, but… there was no room for that in this current situation. You made sure to dig your fingers into his scalp, pressing his head brutally with your rough pressured massaging. In a fake empathetic tone, you clawed into his head asking, “So, how am I doing so far? Is it- URGH, alright?” Gun crooned as his hands traveled upwards onto your thigh, saying, “Yes, it feels nice. Go deeper.” Deadpanned, you stared at him in disbelief now yelling inside your head. WHAT? HE WANTS ME TO SCRUB HIM EVEN DEEPER?! I’M USING ALL MY STRENGTH HERE, AND THAT’S NOT ENOUGH?! DOES THIS MAN NOT FEEL ANY PAIN AT ALL?! Geez… I might as well bash his head in, if he tells me to do it even further. Running your fingers through his hair, you kept washing his hair, scratching through his scalp trying to get rid of the excess soap from his head and rinsing out all of the shampoo. You didn’t notice how Gun’s massage on your leg was actually effective. The uncomfortable feeling in your left leg was fading, and only the sensation of his hands were all that you felt, regaining your sense of touch on it. Eventually, from hearing your reflexively relaxed sighs, he stopped fondling your left leg and removed his hands from it to switch to the other leg. Your right leg for sure, was still an issue. As you flinched in response to his handling, you groaned in discomfort, resulting in him to stress his hands even more onto your leg. “Stop whining, and bear with it. The only way to deal with your paresthesia is to face the uncomfortable feeling head on without any complaints. You won’t get rid of it, if you don’t endure its repercussions.” Gritting your teeth in discontent, you inhaled deeply through your nose, as you continued to rinse his hair.

From where you were standing, you could still smell the scent of lavender wafting from underneath you, where his head was. Who knew that such a man would actually be this considerate to me? Staring at his relaxed face made your heart throb involuntarily, silently adoring his attractive visage and the way he was absorbed in treating your right leg. How can he make my heart skip a beat without having to do anything or say anything? He really does bring many wonders, doesn’t he? A small smile materialized on your face as your fingers combed through his moppy hair, now glistening clean with no foam in sight. Behind his head, you ruffled through his hair, swishing your hand from the bottom of his head all the way to the top. While you were busy making sure that his head was cleaned thoroughly, you calmly observed him as his hands massaged your knee for you. Instantly, a lightbulb lit up from above your head as you thought of a question to ask him. Disrupting the peace, you called him, “Gun?” His eyes drifted up onto yours phlegmatically. “What’s wrong?” You shook your head immediately denying, “Oh, no, no, nothing’s wrong!” He fixed his gaze onto you seriously before saying, “Then what is it? Spit it out already.” You took a deep breath then asked, “Why do you want me to call you ‘Yuzuru’ all of a sudden?” Gun had to think for a minute before he had to articulate how to explain himself for that. Clearly, he ventilated, “It’s because I trust you. There is no one in this world whom I’ve dedicated myself to, until you came along. I’ve mentioned this before, but you’ve already proven that you’re trustworthy. However, currently, it’s not just how trustworthy you are or how loyal you’ve become. It’s how I think of you and I think you’re more than that. Explicitly, I believe that you’re truly special to me, (Y/N).” The pounding of your heart became more resonant, as your face glowed in all of its rosiness. Gun’s eyes optimized a bit at how beautiful you look from above, with your cheeks brightening vibrantly, like an eloquent rose blooming. As your hands rested on top of his head, you looked away bashfully, not able to hold your eye contact with him at how embarrassed you felt from how you reacted to his appreciation for you. “Do you… really think so…?” Gun plainly nodded. “Of course. Why? Do you doubt me?” You objected in a rush, rotating your head to shake your head at him again swearing, “No, of course not! I just… never had anyone flatter me like that before. To be honest, ever since I came to Korea, my life has changed drastically. Don’t get me wrong, I meant that in a good way! However, since I met you and stayed with you, I learned many things from you. Like learning how to fight and defend myself, learning how to do ‘girly’ things, and learning how to enjoy life more. But most importantly, I learned how to trust and rely on someone, other than my own mother. And, for the first time, I even learned how to love someone. I learned… how to love you, Yuzuru.”

Time around you and Gun seemed to have slowed down. Water from the shower-head poured down onto the both of you in slow motion, hitting your bodies with small splatters. Your pair of eyes twinkled while his glistened back to yours, as the two of you stared at each other in passion. Gun was unsure of what to say next, but he could feel the tension of strong emotions expelling from you and himself. Smiling down at him warmly, you pushed his hair back for him by raking your feelers through his rinsed tresses from the top of his head. After that, you smoothed out his hair behind his ears, revealing his sharp sideburns on either side of his head. Giggling at your finishing touches on his hair, you proudly said, “There you go, all done! I don’t think I’ve ever told you this in front of your face before, but you really do look like a movie star. I mean, your wet hair smoothed out like this? You really look like a star-studded, movie actor who just finished a scene where you jumped off a bridge and landed into the ocean!” Gun chuckled at your absurdity, replying with, “You flatter me, (Y/N). I’d never think in a million years that you’d say such a ludicrous thing to me…” At that instance, his hands grazed down your right leg smoothly until they stopped right above your ankle. Lifting your foot off the ground for only a brief moment, you gasped frantically as your hand immediately went for the shower bar, afraid that you might fall due to the disruption of your center of gravity. He held your foot by the sole in one hand, while the other grasped onto your heel. Rattled by his haziness, you asked, “What are you-“ Just then, you witnessed him bring the top of your foot close to his face, then laid his lips on top of your foot to seal a kiss. Stupefied by his actions, you couldn’t say a single word whatsoever. It was like he stunned you with some sort of invisible taser, leaving you paralyzed and unable to move in shock. As your mind illuminated in epiphany, you couldn't fathom how distinguished he looked and how charming he was, bowing in front of you like a flattering prince. Actually, claiming Gun as a "prince" wasn't suitable, you thought. More like, a "king", was more befitting for his stature. A king who's harsh towards others, yet benevolent only to his one and only queen. Seeing that your mouth was gaped wide open in bewilderment, Gun smirked at your expression, dignifiedly entertained by your reaction as he said whimsically, “What are you so surprised about? Am I not allowed to show my affection for you?” Your voice shrunk into a mousey tone as you replied back to him saying, “N-no. I was just caught off guard, Gun. I mean- Yuzuru. Shit…” Gun produced a diverted laugh. Seeing how baffled you were by his kiss on your foot, he suggested, “If you’re still conflicted about which name to call me by, then you can call me by whatever name that pleases you. However…” His eyes focused on you roguishly as he provocatively warned, “…I’ll make you scream ‘Yuzuru’ in bed whenever I want to. And you get no say in that matter, whatsoever. Understand?”

Your heart began to pump wildly, going into overdrive, all out of control. Gulping nervously, you thought to yourself at how insane Gun really is. I swear to the heavenly beings above, that this man really is The Devil himself. Too flustered to even reply back directly, you reacted on impulse as your leg kicked sideways, catching him by surprise while doing so. As he saw you put your own foot back onto the floor, his lips developed into a wide vexatious grin. “I see your leg must be good to go then, if you’re able to move it so freely.” Reaching for the bottle of shampoo on the floor, he then stood up properly on both of his feet. Right when he fixed his posture, he took your hand and placed the bottle of shampoo back into it again. Confused, you enunciated, “But I already washed your ha- HEY!” Astounding as his actions may be, he left you flabbergasted as he suddenly scooped you up into his arms, carrying your whole entire body bridal style. You glanced at him dubiously but with a slight feeling of anxiety, fearing for whatever might happen next. Walking towards the shower-head to turn it off himself with you still cradled in his arms, Gun took a glimpse at how you were doing below him and seeing that glare of yours with a hint of fear in your eyes made him boom in laughter while shaking his head, pleasurably enjoying your reactions every time he did something drastic. “Relax, I’m not going to have you killed. Why don’t you put a bit of faith in me, hm?” You lightly smacked him on his chest while blurting out loud, “Gun, you jerk! How can I ‘relax’ if you do something out of the blue like that?!” He walked out of the shower and soon, stopped right in front of the bathtub. Looking down at the tub below, you faltered in a small, “O-oh…” Gun shook his head while muttering in a judgmental banter, “I swear, you always overreact over the littlest things…” Before you could even protest, he carefully set you down into the tub filled with warm soapy water then turned off the faucet of running water. Beside the faucet, you set the bottle of shampoo down on the flat surface of the tub before you started getting used to the water taking in your volume. The calming contact of the small frothy bubbles surrounding your body and the warmth of the water that your body was submerged in felt so nice, that it made you sigh happily. Sitting on the side of the tub with your arms hugging your knees, Gun finally let himself in, getting into the tub with you by sitting across your voluptuous frame.

Leaning himself back onto the edge of the tub, your eyes peeped at his statuesque body along with his well-proportioned arms and his perfectly etched facial features. Gun smirked, catching you checking him out while running his fingers back through his lustrously sleek hair before propping his elbow onto the edge of the tub. He beckoned for you to come closer with a swift gesture of his hand, luring you in with his commanding, “Come over here, (Y/N), and sit beside me.” He knew that you couldn’t say no, as you scooted yourself over to him, then sat yourself right next to him. Nonchalantly, Gun slung his arm around you and pulled your body closer towards him, enforcing you to lean your figure onto him. You were hesitant to embrace him at first, but you decided to allow yourself to do whatever felt right to you. Inching even closer to him, your arms enshrouded his body as you began to cuddle up against his mighty physique. He angled his face southwards to view your arms encircled around him while you leaned your head onto his chest. Smiling fondly at your serenity, he placed his hand on your head then gently stroked the back of your head dotingly, which caused you to close your eyes at how pleasant he was caressing you. The tranquility in Gun’s head was suddenly interrupted when a thought in his mind fabricated, ruining his relaxation time.

Groaning in frustration and facepalming with a troubled, “Fuck…”, you directed your gaze onto him and asked concernedly, “What’s the matter?” An afflicted impression from his eyes immediately told you that he was bothered by something, which made him reply, “I apologize, (Y/N). I have to call Dr. Ahn right after we’re done here, to prescribe you another After-Pill. Since we had unprotected sex again, then you have to take another-“ You immediately intervened as you assured him, “No, no, it’s okay! You don’t have to!” Gun’s eyes fixated onto you in a sinisterly foreboding manner, responding in suspicion, asking, “What do you mean by, I ‘don’t have to’? Are you saying that you want to have my child?” Gasping in hysteria as your face scorched in all of it’s glowing redness, you instantly shook your head while shouting, “NO, NO, THAT’S NOT WHAT I MEANT! I’M NOT EVEN READY FOR THAT YET!!” Gun’s face altered into a scowl. Leaning closer to your face, he snapped back, “THEN OUT WITH IT ALREADY! WHAT DID YOU MEAN BY THAT?!” A heavy sigh spurted from your mouth as you shouted, “I’VE BEEN TAKING BIRTH CONTROL PILLS SINCE I KNEW THAT WE’D BE DOING IT NOW, SO STOP ASKING AND SHUT UP ABOUT IT ALREADY!!!” His eyes widened in shock, trying to process what he just heard. Eventually, he recovered from his train of thought when he started to chuckle nastily, like a sociopath. “I had a feeling that she was the right doctor to have you checked by. That Dr. Ahn, always one step ahead…” Laughing warily, you reluctantly agreed with him, nodding by replying, “Haha, yeah… Right…”

You were about to release him from your embrace so you could get the shampoo and wash your own hair yourself, but you didn’t notice that his other hand already got a hold of your bicep from underneath the cloudy, saponaceous water. You tried to tug your arm away from his grasp multiple times, but to no avail, you were indeed stuck. “So, (Y/N)…” he calmly said, in a slow interrogative tone, “You mentioned something about… taking birth control pills…?” Oh no, I don’t like the way he’s speaking to me. You replied with a prudent, “Y-yeah…?” Gun’s eyes loomed over you, shooting your eyes with great ferocity. “And you mentioned that you KNEW that 'we’d be doing it’…? Did whatever I heard… sound correct to you…?” You nodded once more, while silently praying in your head that he’ll let go of the subject soon. “Yes…?” Gun stared at you in such an intimidating fashion, that you were afraid that if you cut the eye contact, then he’ll eventually pounce. Your heart began to palpitate quickly, increasing in pace as every second passed by. Not once, did you part from his eyes. You didn’t know how long he was silently peering at you in such a fearsome way, but you could’ve sworn that you felt a trickle of sweat dripping from the side of your temple. Or was that just a drop of water? You couldn’t tell.

Finally, Gun broke the uncomfortable silence as he said lowly, “If you were taking it all along, then why didn’t you bother informing me of this sooner? I thought you said that you trusted me.” An apologetic expression formed on your face as your heart sank due to the guilt that you felt from the sign of disappointment coming from the tone of his voice. “I’m sorry, Gun. I didn’t tell you, not because I wanted to spite you. God, of course not. It’s because you already had a lot going on in your plate, and I didn’t want to bother you anymore with my own health or else it’ll just bring you down. Dr. Ahn mentioned some side effects from the medication that I’m taking, but don’t worry. I’m okay! I thought you must be stressed these past few weeks, so I wanted you to focus on your work and on the plan that you have regarding me helping your future successor. Also, you’re right. I should’ve told you earlier. I’m really sorry…” Listening to your apology, only made him adore you even more. Gun thought, how can someone be so selfless for him? He doesn't understand. “(Y/N), you fool. How can you put my issues first, rather than your own health?” He didn’t realize how pressuring it was for you to keep your own issue to yourself, which caused him to shroud his arms around you, holding you dearly within his embrace. “Gun…” A comforting smile displayed on your face, as you buried your face into his chest. Hugging him back tightly, you felt his chin rest on top of your head as he explained, “I want you to know that it’s my responsibility to watch over you. After all, you’re not just my masterpiece who I’ll sculpt with my very hands, but you’re now considered to be my partner. Remember, I won’t let anything bad happen to you.” Thankful for his support, you snuggled against him contently. The benevolence sensed between you two was already plentiful. As you were caught in the hushed moment of Gun’s comfort, you were piqued by an unexpected, “Although…”

Although…?

You felt Gun’s chin pry from the top of your head. With worry, you pushed yourself off of his chest lightly, then sloped your head up to link with his eyes. Oh, god. Right when you laid your eyes on him, your heart began to race restlessly. Those eyes… It was those eyes again. The ones that made you weak and helpless. The eyes that made you shrink back into such a feeble state, that you knew that you couldn’t escape from him even if you wanted to. Those nefarious, dark eyes of his… now belonged to a beast. A merciless monster who had captured the prey that belonged only to him. Trembling in his arms, you called out to him nervously. “G-Gun…?” His hold around you exponentially grew even tighter, straining you in his arms. “Gun! What the hell-“ He didn’t let you finish your sentence as he forced his lips onto yours, kissing you aggressively. His tongue played with yours, sucking and biting onto it lightly, generating a groan from you. You placed your hands on his chest to try and push him away, but your strength wasn’t enough to get him off of you. Immediately, his mouth bolted away from yours, leaving you gasping for air as if he just sucked the life out of you. Panting madly, you frowned saying, “W-what… the FUCK was that for?!”

“This is the start to your punishment.”

Your eyebrows scrunched up, appalled by his response.

“I’m… sorry?”

Gun’s mouth shaped into a perverse smirk, turning his whole entire countenance into one, that belongs to a dashing villain. Reeling you back onto his body, his arms remained blanketed around your figure. Domineering himself onto you, he smothered his lips onto your neck, kissing you temptingly which provoked erotic moans to leave your mouth.

“Gun, sto- Ah~!”

Feeling his hot breath on your skin, he murmured “Do you really want me to stop here, with our little operation underway?” Scoffing, he progressed, “Hah, my naughty girl. I won’t do that to you, no… You KNEW that we’d be doing this, right? You even said it yourself, don't deny it. If you knew, then I would gladly do you the favor and make it happen for you. You know, I’d grant you whatever you want. However, this time, I think you’ve sinned too much (Y/N). Now, that won’t do. I think, you deserved to be punished. Yes, that is what I shall do for you…”

As Gun continued to ravish your neck, you closed your eyes then turned your head away from him, trying to withstand his diabolical punishment. Biting your bottom lip, you silently squealed at the way he was kissing and licking your neck. Oh god, how far is he willing to go with this?

“Learn how to resist temptation, (Y/N). If you still can…”

Gun’s cold laughter echoed loudly, reverberating around the room in all its thundering resonance. This jackass can just go fuck himself. He’s obviously having fun, torturing me right about now. With one final prayer, you gritted your teeth while you chanted in your mind desperately…

Dear God, please give me the strength to get me through this… Ugh, why did I have to fall for such a cruel man?

[End of Ch. XII]

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marnerparty · 1 year

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take a trip

Nico Hischier x reader platonic!Jack Hughes x reader

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Can you PLEASE do more Latina reader x ghost IM BEGGING YOU

Well since you asked so nicely 😉 (I could never say no to writing for my fave 😍)

So I don’t know about you guys, but my mom always woke me up early af on the weekends to clean by blasting her music super loud

You can try doing this with Ghost, but chances are he’ll already be awake. And if you’ve been together long enough that he’s picked up on your routine, he’ll come to expect it. Kinda looks forward to it honestly.

Whether you’re playing the Spanish music you like (cumbia, reggeton, salsa, etc) or whatever else you’re feeling, he’s definitely vibing with you, stepping around you and helping as you both tidy up the place together

Personally, I think this man can handle spicy food. Maybe not like… Carolina reaper in his tacos, but he doesn’t mind a little kick, he likes the heat and the flavor, he doesn’t like the kind of hot sauce that makes your mouth taste like ashes

So he’s watching you hum and dance a little while you’re whipping up some huevos rancheros, maybe you were feeling a little homesick that morning, and he’s so smitten

He LOVES hearing you speak Spanish, whether it’s grumbling to yourself, chatting with relatives, or even talking to him, he gets butterflies, he loves how it all sounds coming from you

He’s excited to try new dishes, so when you’ve come home with arms full of groceries you picked up at the local Hispanic supermarket, he knows he’s in for a treat and really looks forward to trying them

Definitely has met your family via WhatsApp video calls, he’s a little camera shy so he’ll give an awkward wave and duck away as soon as he’s out of the frame

If your heritage has holidays that you typically celebrate, he won’t be opposed to seeing the house decorated, outwardly he’ll shrug, smile softly, kiss you on the forehead and tell you not to go too crazy, it actually warms his heart to see the house so alive. It’s full of him and it’s full of you, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

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shina913 · 2 years

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The Boyfriend Experience | PJM

The Boyfriend Experience: Jimin

The BFE: Masterlist

Pairing: Escort!Jimin x Virgin.Fem!Reader

Rating: M 🔞; NSFW

Genre: sex!work AU; fluff; smut

Warnings: legal sex work (in this AU); sex for hire; cussing; explicit sexual conversations; alcohol consumption; dirty talk; exhibitionism; clit play; breast/nipple play; heavy petting; oral sex (mutual); protected sex; orgasm denial; stamina!; multiple orgasms; (somewhat) rough sex but with aftercare

Word count: 9,132 words

Summary: 💬 By the time he knocked at the door, I was a bottle of wine deep. I answered sheepishly, gripping onto a nearly empty wine glass. He let me know that it’s everyone’s first time once and that there was no need to be nervous. I didn’t need to do anything I didn’t want to.

A/N: This was supposed to be posted by Jimin's birthday but I couldn't get my shit together and RL got in the way so ...here we are! Anyway, I kept flip-flopping on my ideas re: how to write the reader-insert character here so I hope this characterization works out fine.

A/N2: As in my other fics, I listen to a lot of music while I write. For this one in particular, I had my Miguel playlist going--specifically, the song, "Use Me." It also helped that I watched that Run BTS performance multiple times 🤣

A/N3: Also, I want to thank @internetjunkdrawer for beta'ing this, sending me suggestions, and just being my reliable Jimin consultant 😜 Thank you, @itdoesntmatterwhy as well for allowing me to run a couple ideas by you and making sure that this scenario was plausible and that OC wasn't a caricature or silly stereotype! 😘

‼️IMPORTANT: Although the narration will include Jimin's name, OC/Reader will not address him as so because she booked him under an assumed alias. Weird, I know but--let's just go with it 😉

“Crap!” You gasped after picking up the empty bottle of wine. You only intended to have a couple glasses–maybe three–to calm your nerves. Next thing you knew, you’d downed the whole thing.

Before you grab another one out of your kitchen, your apartment’s buzzer goes off making you jump. Even after drinking a whole bottle of wine, you were still edgy. Could anxiety burn off alcohol? Was that even possible?

You stood and attempted to take a step, but you almost lost your footing on wobbly legs. Welp...that certainly answered your question about the alcohol.

You shook your head, refocusing your vision and smoothed the creases on your dress before walking towards the intercom.

“H-hello?” You spoke nervously into the box.

“Hi, YN. It’s me.”

You were expecting a deep, husky, come-hither voice–like one that was made for phone sex. Instead, he sounded like a completely normal guy…a normal guy whom you were paying to have sex with you.

How did you even get to this point?

A couple years back, at an office holiday party, you had drunkenly confessed to your work-wife that you were a virgin. She was incredulous at first and thought that you were pulling her leg. But you told her, absolutely zero experience with dick.

Since then, she’s made it her mission to get you laid. Secretly trying to fix you up during happy hours or random nights out with her.

Once, you came very close to going all the way. You confessed to your date that you had never had sex before. From that point on, the dynamic turned for the worse. He treated it as a fetish and it ultimately put you off.

Needless to say, you stopped dating for a while. Until your friend asked you what you planned to do for your 30th birthday.

You hadn’t really thought about it since it was months away. You figured a nice dinner with your closest friends would suffice.

Why don’t you try this app?

It all started with a damn app. You thought it was another trash trend that she was trying to get you into. But this wasn’t your run-of-the-mill dating app.

An escort service?

There was no way you were paying anyone to have sex with you. It just sounded…wrong?

Out of curiosity, your friend let you browse through her app. She had recently become a member and was raving about her experience, following her most recent breakup with her boyfriend.

As you scrolled through, you had to admit that these guys were hot and promised discretion. But they came at a premium price.

After a week of thinking it through, you asked your friend to officially send a referral to the company. Days later, you heard back and received your own confirmation to access the app.

You browsed through it, then closed out of it. Browsed. Closed out. You did this several times for the next few weeks. It was almost part of your daily routine. There was one profile in particular that kept calling you back and this whole time, you’d been gathering up the courage to actually book him.

Finally, after a particularly difficult week, you opened the app again. You scrolled down to his profile and tapped on it. Unlike in the past where you’ve repeatedly chickened out after ogling at his photos, you finally click on the date-picker icon and zero-in on one particular day. By some stroke of luck, he was free. You took it as a sign–so you clicked on “book,” and a few minutes later, received a confirmation notice.

Your heart raced at the memory. You had many opportunities to cancel–but you didn’t. And tonight was the night. You release a deep breath, calming yourself down.

“Come on up!” You buzzed him right in.

You round the corner to your kitchen and discard your empty bottle then quickly check yourself in the mirror. You look slightly flushed and your pupils dilated…but it didn’t bother you. It was just the alcohol working itself through your veins.

Seconds later, you hear a knock on the door.

“It’s just a guy…calm down,” you mumble to yourself before grabbing the door handle.

“Hi there,” Jimin said with a small smile.

“Holy shit,” you breathed out.

The corners of his mouth quirked into a chuckle.

For a supposed casual night in, he was still dressed to impress. He wore a light gray suit and a white button-up without a tie.

Nope–this was no normal guy. The soft crinkle in his eyes that he had when he smiled was in stark contrast to the rest of his look. His hair was brushed to the side and those plush pink lips were like magnets that you were immediately drawn into.

“Will you invite me in?”

You shook your head. “O-of course,” you stammered. “Oh my god. Where are my manners?” You said in a slightly higher-than-normal octave. “Come on in!”

He walks–no–struts in and takes a quick look at your living room before turning back to face you.

“Can I give you a kiss on the cheek?”

It took you a second to realize that you were the only other person in the room and he was asking if he could kiss you on the cheek!

“Yes,” you answer meekly.

He smiled again, closed in on you and planted a soft kiss on your cheek. You felt a little flutter in your belly and it made you smile.

“You smell nice. What’s that?”

“YSL…Black Opium.” You weren’t sure if it was sensual enough. Although you contemplated getting a Chanel sample or something a bit more spicy-smelling, you ended up going with your everyday perfume. Besides, you couldn’t stand any of those scents anyway.

He hummed. “I can smell the vanilla and coffee notes–sexy.”

You were surprised at his in-depth knowledge of women’s perfumes but your cheeks warmed up at the thought that he found it sexy.

“You can put your stuff over here,” you walked over to your dining area and pointed to one of the chairs.

“Thank you,” he responded politely as he set his bag down.

“Would you like a drink?”

“I’d love one,” he replied.

You smiled and offered him a seat on your couch, urging him to help himself to some food.

“Uh–sorry I didn’t have dinner set up. I figured I’d ask you what you felt like eating rather than making assumptions. I have a charcuterie board, though?”

His eyes drift over to your coffee table where you had refreshments set out. “Wow, that’s nice of you. I’m honestly fine with whatever you like. I’m not picky,” he smiles.

He gestures towards your sofa “After you.” You smile nervously and walk back to the living room, where he follows close behind you.

“Do you prefer red or white?”

“I’ll drink whatever you’re drinking.”

Well…you had just downed a bottle of white before he got here so maybe it would be helpful to retrieve a fresh bottle if you were offering it.

While he settles on your couch, you excuse yourself to go into the kitchen to grab the bottle of white you had chilling in the fridge. After uncorking it, your eyes drift to the plain envelope that you had sitting on your countertop. You presumed it might be rude to have the money in plain sight sitting in the living room.

Cash in-hand, you return to the couch. He sat there with his jacket off, completely relaxed with his legs in a figure-four position, his arm draped across the back cushion.

Reaching for the bottle, he takes it from you and pours two glasses. You mouthed your thanks and proceed to the next order of business.

“Here’s uh–your…” You struggle to find a formal word for it, until you settle on, “Your compensation.”

He reaches out for the envelope. “You mean, my fee?”

You grimaced. You were paying him for sex but you felt that he deserved some respect. “I just didn’t want to be too blunt about it,” you muttered.

“Nothing blunt about getting paid for a job, YN. And thank you,” he says after accepting the envelope and sets it aside. He reaches to pick up the glasses on the coffee table and hands one to you.

He raises his, inviting you to a toast. “Here’s to a night of fun.” You raise yours and clink it against his. “To a night of fun,” you echo before taking another healthy sip.

“Mm…Is that a vintage?” He comments on the wine, holding up his glass to the light.

“It is. It was a good year. I have memberships at a couple different wineries. This one in particular is one of my favorites,” you divulged.

A smile ghosted his lips. “Soon to be mine, too.”

He took another sip and you followed with a longer swig.

An awkward silence falls. A few moments later, you shift in your seat and clear your throat to gather your nerves. “So…d-do we just get into it?”

He smiled warmly at you. “Why don’t we talk a bit more? Get comfortable, get to know each other. We don’t need to rush into it.”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to come off too eager or anything,” you chuckle nervously. “It’s just that I’ve never done this before, so I don’t really know how this works.”

His tone was sincere and reassuring. “That’s alright. And you have me until the next morning, so we can take our time.”

You blew out a sigh of relief after he reminded you of your booking. “Right.”

You could have booked him for just a couple hours, which was about the average time for an experience. But for your particular case, you thought it would take some more time.

“How was your day today?” The question seemed so mundane but it was casual and you could tell that he wanted to make you feel at ease.

“Fine. Good,” you gave him a small smile.

“And what was good about it?” His gaze was so unnerving. The look in his eyes had this odd combination of calm turbulence. It was a look that said, ‘I want to take good care of you…by nailing you to the mattress.’

You fluttered your eyelashes and giggled nervously. “To be honest with you, I spent half the day getting ready because I was really looking forward to tonight,” you finished with a whisper.

“Well, that makes both of us then,” he smiled before taking another sip of wine. “So tell me, what would you like to get out of this experience?”

You inwardly cringe. You had filled out the intake questionnaire and comments section. Wrote out fantasies and things you’d like to try. You didn’t really want to repeat all of that in front of him. “You read my profile, right,” you ask carefully.

“Yes, I did. But I would still like to hear it from you. Maybe you missed a few details or changed your mind since you filled out your profile.”

You thought about tip-toeing around it but Jimin didn’t seem the type to mince words. He looked like somebody who appreciated honesty.

You’d contemplated this date for weeks…maybe even months! It took you a while to actually pull the trigger on this and it was mostly because your birthday was closing in. Another year older, another year of an unremarkable, nonexistent sex life.

You purse your lips and shrug your shoulders sheepishly. “Nope. Nothing’s changed…I just want to have sex,” you say quietly. “Pretty boring, I know.”

“There’s nothing boring about sex…at least, it shouldn’t be,” he interjects.

You mentally kick yourself for that ‘boring’ comment. Why did you book him if you thought it was going to be boring? You could have just gone to a bar and picked someone up or just slept with the mailroom guy at your office. That guy seemed like he could be really discreet, too.

But no…You did not want the mailroom guy. You wanted this experience to be special and memorable. People can think you were shallow for this but at this stage in your life, you wanted someone who not only knew what they were doing but one who was also far better-looking than any average guy at a bar…or a mailroom.

As soon as you came across his profile, he looked like the perfect guy who ticked all of your boxes.

“So…I hope you don’t mind but I’ve made a list. I’m a huge fan of efficiency and I want to be able to make the most of my time with you.”

His eyebrows lifted, his interest piqued. “Oh, nice. I like that.”

“I’m kind of a Type-A, so…” you trail off apologetically.

“I don’t mind,” he says softly.

After he assures you, you picked up your phone off the coffee table and pulled your notes app up on the screen. You peered up at him as he waited in anticipation.

“Let’s hear it,” he coaxes.

You start to read off your list. “So…oral sex–you go down on me, and then I’ll go down on you. I read on your profile that you’re okay with that. Is that still accurate?”

He smiles and nods politely and urges you to continue rattling off activities you’d like to try during your booking.

“And there’s regular cowgirl and reverse cowgirl…definitely want to see what that’s about,” you muttered. “I also want to try doggy-style if…that’s what they still call it?”

“Last I checked, that still applied,” he smiled.

“Okay, great! And uhm…I also want to try standing sex? I’m a bit of a yoga enthusiast and I heard that’s sort of a must-try position?”

He grinned and nodded in affirmation. “That all sounds very achievable.”

You breathed out a sigh of relief. “Oh, okay! I was afraid that I didn’t book enough time for this.”

His eyes widened. He was perplexed but he didn't make it obvious to you. Clearing his throat, he asked, “Y-you mean you want to get through all of that…tonight?”

“Well, yeah,” you answer matter-of-factly. “I thought that we might as well knock out as much as we can because let’s face it, you’re a little expensive and I’m not sure if I would like to book another session,” you clarify.

While the overnight rate was cheaper than the hourly rate, what you were paying him still wasn't considered chunk change. You wanted to make the most of your experience and get your money’s worth.

He shifted in his seat. “I understand,” he says with a warm smile. “And we can try all of that but I want to make sure that you’re fully satisfied, not because you’re crossing out a to-do list.”

You sighed. “I just wanted to try a variety of things other than ‘missionary.’”

“There’s nothing wrong with ‘missionary’. If you take your time with foreplay and your partner knows how to position you properly to hit the right spots. You can get some good orgasms out of it.”

Your eyebrows lifted. “Oh…” You responded in a slightly higher octave.

“I can show you how good ‘missionary’ could be,” he said with a slight twitch of his brow.

“O-okay,” you stuttered with a voice unrecognizable as your own. “That’s…uh, okay. I can add that to the list,” you say shakily.

Silence falls between you two as you exchange tense gazes. He took another sip of his drink and you watched as his tongue licked off some errant droplets of wine that were on his lower lip.

“Was there more?” He queried with a soft smile.

You blinked furiously as the wine started to settle into your veins, making you speak before you thought about it. “I’m sorry, I was just a little distracted–you’re…really, really good-looking. And I-I just…I didn’t expect–” You halt your babbling. “Sorry. I’m…I’m…I’m just–”

“Hey,” he rests his hand on your knee quelling your anxiety, “Stop apologizing. It’s just us here and I get that you’re nervous but you don’t have to be. You can trust me, okay?”

You nodded at his reassurance.

“And thank you for the compliment. I think you’re beautiful,” he added.

You feel a slight flush on your cheeks, muttering your thanks, then exhale sharply to reset your thoughts. “How long have you been doing this kind of work?”

Really, though, what else would you talk to an escort about?

“A while now,” he answers simply.

“And…do you enjoy it?”

“I do, as a matter of fact,” he responded with certainty. “I find it rewarding. A mutual fulfillment of pleasure.”

“Really?” You were skeptical. “You get pleasure from all of your clients?”

“Yes,” he answers confidently.

You found that hard to believe. A normal person can’t possibly be attracted to or get off on just anybody… “And you’ve never met anyone whom…you didn’t want to have sex with?”

He chuckled softly. “So far, that hasn’t happened to me.”

“Huh. That’s pretty unbelievable,” you remark before taking a gulp of your wine.

“You’d be surprised. When you have an innate desire to please your partner…” His fingers subtly brush your arm. “It fuels you…and you experience the same high.”

This piqued your curiosity even further. “And exactly how many–”

He shook his head and tutted. “Tonight should be all about us, YN. Just you and me. Nobody else.”

You nodded wordlessly. It was amazing how he had this silent, soft power to him. From the outset, he sure didn’t look like it at first. He seemed like someone you’d go see a chick-flick with at the movie theater, hold hands or share an ice cream sundae afterwards then he’d walk you home and end the night with a kiss on the cheek.

But the longer you sit here with him, you’re finding that he still looked like the type to go see that chick flick with you…except in this scenario, he’d be finger-fucking you in the back row, while you try your best to muffle your orgasmic moans. Then, he’d take you home and end the night by licking ice cream off your naked body.

Your chest heaved as you took in a deep breath at the thought of this man ravishing your body for the rest of the night.

“Are you alright?”

You gulped audibly. “Uh–y-yeah. Yes!” Your voice is shaky but you try not to make it obvious.

Unfortunately, your efforts fail because he still senses it.

He calmly takes your glass and sets it on the coffee table. You swallow hard when he scoots closer to you. His hands came up and pushed through your hair and brushed your cheeks with a gentleness.

Cupping your jaw and tilting your head up slightly, he asks, “May I?”

Ignoring the fluttering of nerves in your belly, you held his gaze. “Yes.”

He took your breath away with a kiss. His tongue traced the seam, then dipped inside, licking and teasing.

He lowered you against the couch’s headrest, your body flushed with his, moaning when he shifted to lie half over you. Your hands slid up and down his back, your leg lifting to hook over his hip. He caught your lower lip between his teeth and stroked the curve with the tip of his tongue, making you sigh.

He groaned in response…the sound was so erotic it made you wetter.

Your back arched as his hand crept beneath the hem of your dress and snaked upwards to squeeze your thigh under the material.

“Your skin is so soft,” he murmured against your mouth. He kissed his way following your jawline, then buried his face in your neck. “Do you like when I touch you?”

“Mm, yeah…hmm…” You moaned incoherently in response.

He continues to suckle on your neck, he pulls his hands from underneath your dress. It now traveled up your torso, where he gave your breast a gentle squeeze. He felt your nipple harden under your bra.

Things were escalating quicker than you had expected. If you didn’t take hold of your senses, you’d sooner pop your cherry on your couch. It wasn’t what you had envisioned for your ‘perfect night.’

“Hmm…my bedroom is uh, right around back there,” you utter softly.

He lifted his head. “It doesn’t have to be in the bedroom…” He planted a soft kiss on your chin, “…Or on a bed,” then darted his tongue in that notch at the base of your neck.

“So…you mean…h-here?” You squeaked.

“Yeah. Why not?” You hadn’t thought about having sex on the couch. And though it sounded appealing, you’d rather be comfortable.

“Uhm…I think I’d prefer the bed…if that’s okay with you?” You felt weird that you had to ask him about this. You hoped you hadn’t killed the mood.

“Of course, we can do that. Remember, it’s not about what I want. This night is all about you and I want you to fully enjoy yourself. So if it’s the bed you want, then…” He trails off and holds his hand out to you. You take it and you both walk towards the bedroom.

You weren’t exactly sure whether it was the alcohol, your nerves…him? All of the above? Either way, the path to your room felt much longer than it usually did.

Once in there, he sits you on the mattress and remains standing in front of you.

He slowly starts unbuttoning his shirt. You watched him carefully, his mouth was lax, his eyes hooded. Anticipation has your stomach churning and your thighs clenching shut.

With his final button unfastened, he closes in with his shirt draped open. You suddenly have the urge to run your tongue down his center.

As if reading your mind, he coaxes you. “Go ahead.”

With his permission you reach up and run your finger down his chest. While he looks down to follow your trail, he nudges his way between your thighs. You look up at his face and see his lips quirk at the edges and his eyes sparkle, the slight crinkling in the corners softening the moment’s intensity.

He dips his head down. As your lips brush, only very lightly, your body giving way as he crawls over you. Your hands fly up to his hair making him growl his approval as he moves his hands to the base on your spine and urges your body closer to him.

His tongue licks into your mouth and your heartbeat spikes. His hands drift down your body, gripping your thighs, his hands sliding upward beneath the edges of your dress until his fingertips find the lace of your panties, making you gasp.

“Uh…w-wait.”

He immediately stops. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No, no,” you respond quickly. “I…” you exhale sharply. “I’m sorry, I’m just really nervous. I’m in my head about it.”

He brushed your cheek gently. “Listen, if you’re not ready–”

“No, I am, it’s just…ugh,” you shut your eyes and groaned.

At this point, he rolls off you and sits up while you remain lying down, hiding your face in your hands.

“Hey, come on. Talk to me,” he urges softly. “What are you feeling or thinking?”

“I’m sorry if I’ve wasted your time.”

His eye brow creases in confusion. “Wasted my time?” he echoed. “H-how?”

You uncover your face and find the strength to sit up and meet his eyes. The beauty of this agreement was that you can terminate the experience at any point. Their business guaranteed satisfaction. And although you knew in your mind that he would no doubt satisfy you, you weren’t sure if you’d exactly satisfy him.

“I mean, you can definitely keep the money. I know that we had a deal and–”

“Is that what you really want? To terminate?”

“W-well…” you sighed with hesitation.

“Aren’t you attracted to me?”

“Don’t be ridiculous, of course I’m very attracted to you. You’re perfect!”

“Then why?” He asks.

You shrug your shoulders. “I just…felt like doing something crazy,” you mumble.

“And do you do crazy things often?”

You shook your head vehemently. “Oh no, no. Very rarely.”

“So you consider yourself to be rational most of the time?”

You nodded softly.

“You said it yourself, you’re a Type-A so…this means that you thought about this very carefully. This wasn’t a decision that you took lightly. How long did you consider this before you decided to book me?”

You let out a sharp breath. “I don’t know…weeks? Maybe even months after I gained access to the app.”

He regards you intently. “Okay so…that means that you weren’t doing this on a whim. You thought about this carefully and decided that you want this. But…now that you have me, why won’t you take me?”

You shook your head. “It’s not you. It’s…” You let out a sigh of frustration. “I don’t know why this wouldn’t just come naturally to me. I’m a grown woman, not a teenager…this is just embarrassing.”

“There’s nothing embarrassing about being a virgin.”

That was something you’d never added to any of your dating profiles in other apps but somehow, the promise of discretion and professionalism gave you a sense of security to divulge this on your Boyfriend Experience app.

You groan in frustration. “It’s just sex! I don’t know why I’m so torn up about this.”

“If it’s just sex that you want, why go through with this? Why hire me? You’re a beautiful woman and I’m sure at some point, someone’s propositioned you?”

“Yeah,” You sighed. “But…I guess…maybe this whole time, I’ve been searching for something specific. And I think, to make that happen, I probably have to pay for it.”

“Alright, well…you have me right here.”

“Exactly why are you still here? I just offered to pay you for the entire night for practically doing nothing.”

“I’m here because I find you interesting.”

“Interesting?” You chuckle incredulously. “Right…an almost 30-year old virgin is interesting.”

He shook his head softly. “I see that you’re conflicted about this. And to me, that’s interesting. I want to know why you feel this way.”

“Is this the first time you’ve ever met a woman who can’t make up her mind?”

“I’ve met women who can’t decide what entrée to order at a restaurant or what shoes would match their dress perfectly. But if at the end of the night, we end up in a bedroom together? They know what they want at that point.”

You hug your knees to your chest. “Honestly, I never really thought about it much until I realized that my 30th birthday was coming up. I don’t know about you but sometimes, a milestone like that puts things into perspective.”

“Because everyone else in the world has got such an exciting sexual roster?” He asks wryly.

You laughed. “No, it’s not that. I put off sex not because nobody ever caught my interest. It’s just that I’ve heard so many stories from my girlfriends and even a couple of my guy friends where they talk about their first times. Some of them have fond memories of it. Like, how special and romantic it was. And then you get stories of the ones who hated it because either they felt pressured, their partner blew their load too early, or that neither of them had any clue about what the hell they were doing.”

“That pretty much sounds like how most people’s first times are,” He chuckled.

“But that’s just it, right? Why can’t mine be an experience that was completely enjoyable, memorable, and pleasurable? Is that an unrealistic expectation?”

“I think, if anything, that sounds very realistic and practical of you,” he says without a trace of judgment in his voice.

“Really? You don’t think it’s too idealistic? Or delusional?”

He shrugged his shoulders. “I feel like everyone has some idealistic vision of how their first time would go. Doesn’t matter if you’re 16 or 36. You want to have good memories about it. You just want everything to go well.”

He wasn’t lying. It’s what you hoped your first time would be like. None of these awkward memories from when you were a teen or whenever your friends had lost their virginity.

Then he inhaled sharply. “I will say that most of us romanticize it too much. Like, the lighting has to be right with some music playing; or that you have to be in love with that person first and when you’re done, you cuddle until the sun comes up and then you’re going to be together forever.”

You laughed because when he came through your door, you had music playing, some candles, wine…You weren’t in love with him but you at least wanted to get the mood right for this moment.

“I’m not trying to be cynical or make fun of people who dream of that. Now that I’m,” he cleared his throat, “A bit more seasoned in that area. I think that as long as you feel some connection with that person and you’re doing it on your own terms, that’s what matters.”

“And you’re able to form a connection with all of your clients?”

“Of course.”

“Because you have to?” You thought you were finishing a sentence for him.

He exhaled quietly and smiled. “In my line of work, it’s all about choices. It’s what you choose to do. And whatever that choice is, you have to be in it, 100% because otherwise, what’s the point?”

“But you have off-days, I’m sure? Like, you wake up feeling like shit, not wanting to be this walking, talking fantasy for someone?”

He chuckled softly. “Who doesn’t have days like that? I’m still human. If I feel the need to take a break, I do. I turn the app off and then nobody can book me on those days. I can’t take care of my clients if I don’t take care of myself first.”

He then adds, “Also, we don’t want to make anybody feel as if they’re obliged to do anything…and in turn, clients can’t and don’t force us to do anything we don’t want to either. This is why we have these conversations, to have that fail-safe.”

“Hm,” you smirked. “That makes sense.”

You hesitate to ask and don’t want him to feel as if he’d wasted his time completely. “Would it be okay if we talked some more?”

“Of course,” he smiled warmly.

“I’ll get the wine then,” you remarked.

“Good idea.”

******

“What do you do when you’re not, you know, working as an escort? Do you have a day job?”

He leaned back against where his head rested–which was on your thighs, while you laid, curled up on your side, your elbow supporting your head. You didn’t mind the position. You were both completely comfortable.

In keeping with the spirit of comfort, you change out of your dress and into an oversized sleep-shirt over your carefully selected lingerie. You figured, in case things escalated again, you’d be prepared. He kept his shirt off–you weren’t exactly sure if he meant it as a way to entice you–which, let’s face it, you were practically drooling. But so far, he hasn’t made a move to pick up where you left off.

He sighed. “I used to have one, during my first couple years doing this. And then ultimately, it became too hard to keep up with all of these different schedules so I quit that and never looked back.”

You couldn’t imagine how challenging it would be for him to meet with clients and try to make it to a nine-to-five. And you figured that with what you were paying him, he certainly can afford it.

“Do you go out when you’re not working?”

“Nah, I’m sort of a recluse,” he laughed.

Your eyebrows lifted in surprise. “No way!”

“I am. It may not seem like it but sometimes I just like chilling at home. I don’t sleep much when I’m working so I try to catch up on that when I’m off.”

“You don’t sleep much because…your clients keep you up?”

His eyes were tickled with amusement. “Not all the time,” he says. “I often have trouble sleeping when I’m working.”

“What do you do when you can’t sleep?” You wondered with curiosity.

“I work out or…watch TV late at night.”

“How much interesting TV could be on at like, 3 in the morning?”

He chuckled. “Oh, you’d be surprised! I’ve developed a habit of watching people dig for gold in this random hole where they find the most random shit except actual gold,” he jested.

You laughed out loud.

“Seriously! They find random doorknobs from, like, the 17th century. Which, by the way, they actually hired and paid an expert to test and confirm the age. And I’m like–who the fuck cares about a rusty old doorknob? Where’s the gold? Seriously, it’s been over five years of this and at no point does anyone think, hmm…maybe there is no gold after all,” he ranted very passionately.

At this point, your elbow gives way while you collapse in giggles.

******

You ended up ordering food to be delivered at your place. He put his shirt back on but left it unbuttoned. It was difficult not to get distracted by his tattoos or his chest, in general but you tried to keep your focus on the conversation.

For the next couple of hours, over takeout containers, you continued talking about the most random things, sharing appetizers and eating off each other’s plates. You laughed and made jokes as if you’d known each other for years. He was a great conversationalist and for the first time since he walked through your door, your nerves had settled.

He looked more relaxed as well and it wasn’t just because of the alcohol. It must be difficult being in his shoes. Trying to keep up your interest in someone’s rambling stories about their life and all the while trying to seduce you into bed.

Now, he didn’t look like somebody intent on seducing you. He just looked like a normal guy. A normal guy whom you enjoyed having a conversation with.

After you put away your leftovers, you move back into the bedroom, and the conversation takes a slightly different turn.

“Seriously though, why haven’t you had sex with anyone? I’m sure there’s no shortage of horny guys out there. Is it a purity thing?”

You laughed heartily. “God, no! No, no…” You shook your head in between giggles.

“And you’ve never had any experience with sex at all? No kissing, touching…what about masturbation?”

“Oh, pfftt,” you blew out a raspberry. “I said I was a virgin, not an innocent! I’ve dated before and it’s gone as far as heavy petting? But no legitimate penetration, so to speak.”

He laughed and nodded at that. “Okay.”

“I’ll also have you know that I’ve invested in a very nice vibrator, since I’m a big girl and I can afford it now,” you both laughed. “And we have a really great relationship. In the end, we both know which of us feels used.”

He cocked an eyebrow. “Ahh, so you’ve had an orgasm then?”

“Yes, I have,” you say simply. “Just…not with anybody.”

“I hope we can still rectify that tonight.”

His eyes glistened when they gazed at you. Though, not the same way they did when you both sat on the couch. There was a sincerity to that look–a sincere desire to give you what you need. A desire to please you.

A calm washes over you and you decide to try something.

“Could you please do me a favor?”

“Sure. Since you asked so nicely and if it’s in my power, I’ll do it.”

You hesitate for a beat. You figured he’d make up something on the spot but you needed a little boost of confidence. “Can you tell me…if…if you find me attractive?”

At this point, he sits up on the bed and moves closer to you.

Cupping your cheek, he runs his thumb gently across your lips. “You know, the moment you opened the door, the first thing I noticed was your mouth. When you talk, I just could not take my eyes off it.”

You feel a warm flutter within your chest. Afterwards, his lithe fingers drift lower to your neck, his fingers brushing over a specific spot. “I also noticed your freckle here. When you swallow, it draws my attention to this vein on your throat.” You swallow reflexively, earning you a small smile from him.

“And this here,” his thumb grazed the notch at the base of your neck, right between your clavicle. “Mm…I think it’s just sooo sexy,” he purred.

A shiver ran down your spine, making your breath hitch. You blink slowly, trying to stop your eyes from reflexively rolling to the back of your head.

His hand traveled back up to your face, his finger brushing your ear. He was so close to you that you could hear his ragged breathing. He was as aroused as you were, his cock tenting under the sheets.

“So, to answer your question: yes, I find you very attractive,” he rasped slowly..

With that, you let out a small whine and practically attack his mouth. The sudden onslaught doesn’t seem to take him by surprise as if he had fully expected you to play into his trap. And you didn’t mind it one bit.

You sighed and he took advantage of the opening, dipping his tongue inside. His kiss was confident, skilled, and just the right amount of aggressive.

Pulling back to cradle your jaw, he looked into your eyes. He rubbed the tip of his nose against you, his hands sliding along your bare arms.

“Are you sure about this now?”

“Yes. Absolutely, yes,” you breathed out.

Jimin’s hands slid back up your shoulders and onto your throat, leaving a white-hot trail across your skin. Cradling your head, he tilts it back and seals his mouth over yours again.

He settled over you, his chest hot to the touch. He helps you push his shirt off him, dropping it to the floor. His ardent mouth moved down your throat, his hands pushing your bra up to palm your breasts through the sleep-shirt you put on since taking your dress off hours ago.

You lift off the mattress, struggling to rid yourself of your shirt, which he helps you with. Then, you reach back and unclasp your bra, tossing it to the side.

In an instant, he was back on you, lips wrapping around your nipple and suckling, his weight supported by one forearm on the mattress, his other hand pushing between your legs.

He cupped your clothed heat, his fingertip gliding over the material, grazing the seam of your cleft. His tongue flicked over your nipple, then sank his teeth into the hardened tip.

His hair tickled your skin as his open mouth slid over your cleavage, his chest expanding as he breathed you in, nuzzling and wallowing in your scent. He captured the tip of your other breast with hard, deep suction. The pleasure shot through you, your walls clenching in reflex.

He moved down your torso, licking and peppering kisses across your stomach. Once he gets past your waist, his shoulders force your legs wider until you feel his hot breath over your cleft. His nose pressed against the wet material, stroking you. He inhaled with a groan.

“You smell intoxicating.”

Jimin fiddled with your panties’ waistband, peering up at you for approval. You lifted your hips and gave a small wriggle. That was all he needed to pull the constricting material off. It was soaked through anyway.

“Did you wax?”

The question takes you by surprise. “Y-yeah. Why?”

“When? Today?”

This is a really odd time to ask about personal hygiene. You blinked a few times, “Uhm…like, three days ago?”

“Hm, good.”

“Okay, but what does waxing have–”

“Because, if it’s only been less than 24 hours, I can’t do this,” He held you open with his thumbs, and dragged his tongue over your clit. Your back arched with a cry, all your senses out the window. Tilting his head, he thrust his tongue into your opening, teasing and fucking it rhythmically.

”Is that good?” He paused to check on you.

“Ohh….ffffuckk…yes, it’s good,” You writhed with pleasure, your core clenching and releasing.

He smiled mischievously. “Alright, guess I’ll continue then.”

His lips were around your clit, sucking, tonguing it. He was eating you with an intensity that you were helpless against. The flesh between your legs was so swollen and sensitive, so vulnerable to his expert mouth.

When you feel yourself tipping close to the edge, you wrench yourself away from his hold.

“Wait, wait–n-not yet,” you breathed out.

He pauses his oral assault on you. “Were you close?”

“Yes, but I don’t want to cum just yet.”

He chuckled in confusion. “Oh-kay…” he dragged out.

You sat up and captured his mouth. You taste traces of you on his lips–it was incredibly arousing.

“I want you,” you moaned.

He gasps as you unfastened his pants, reached inside his boxer briefs and wrapped your hands around him. But he obliges, deepening your kiss further.

You shifted positions, until he was leaning against your headboard. You moved lower, sank to your knees, pulling his pants low enough to give you the access you needed.

He exhaled harshly. “YN, are you sure—”

You cut him off when your lips wrapped around the tip. He reached back, the whites of his knuckles showing how hard he gripped the lip of your headboard.

You held him in your hand and mouthed the plush head, sucking gently. The softness of his skin and his scent made you moan. You felt the vibration ripple through his entire body and heard a rough sound rumble in his chest.

You peered up at him and he touched your cheek. “Lick it.”

Aroused by the command, you fluttered your tongue across the underside and moaned with delight when he oozed with pre-cum. Fisting with one hand, you hollow your cheeks and draw rhythmically.

“Hmm…fuck yes…just like that.”

The erotic sounds he made and the way he slowly bucked his hips into your throat spurred you on. You were so turned on by his pleasure. His hands pushed into your hair, pulling and tugging at the roots, the twinge of pain making you greedier.

Your head bobbed as you pleasured him, his veins pulsing through the length of his cock. You released him with a pop. Tilting your head to the side, you slid the flat of your tongue up his length.

You were in complete awe of him as you watched his head fall back, fighting for breath.

You rested your hands on his hips, frantically working your lips and tongue, desperate for his climax. His balls were tightening, you cupped and tugged on them gently, making him gasp in pleasure.

“Ah, YN…stop.” His voice was a guttural rasp.

“Stop.” He dislodges your jaw from him, pulling you up to his level and gives you a swift kiss. “As much as I really, really want to keep fucking your mouth, I think we should take care of you first.”

You roll off him and he gets up off the bed. He reaches into his back pocket and produces a foil packet before pulling his pants and boxers off. You watch intently as he rolls the condom down his length.

You swallow roughly when he swiftly tugs at your ankles and positions your bottom at the edge of the bed.

“Just so we’re clear, you need to tell me at any point if you feel discomfort or there’s anything that you don’t like. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” you respond firmly.

His fingers parted your folds and rubbed your clit in slow circles, making you moan. Finding that you were still soaked for him, he leans in, hooking your legs to his waist and lined himself up to your center.

“Try to relax, okay?” You nod.

“Ready?” he asks urgently. You nod again, because speech has evaded you at this point.

He rips his hand from between your thighs and in one calculated movement, he moves his hands to your bottom and lifts you. Slowly, carefully, he pushed in, making you tense up instinctively.

Ow! Fucking hell!

This was not a vibrator or some other fake dick you’ve been used to. It was the real thing. The sensation was…different.

Sweat misted his brow. “YN?” he pants. “Are you okay? Do you want me to stop?”

You inhale sharply. “Just…two seconds. I just need a few seconds.” You slowed your breathing, wrapping your legs around him tighter, adjusting to the mixture of pleasure and pain. You know he’s not even all of the way in.

Your hands slip over his sweat drenched back as he holds still for a few moments, giving you time to adapt to the feeling.

“Okay, keep going,” you assure him. He pants as he slowly withdraws from you, re-entering on a deliberate, steady thrust. This time he’s a little deeper and the fullness is making your head spin.

“Can you take more?” he asks urgently.

More? How much more is there?

You took some calming breaths. When you felt like you had a handle on it, you kiss him slowly, arching your back and pushing your breasts up to his chest. You thrust yourself upward, deepening the connection.

“YN, tell me you’re ready.” he breathes.

“Yes, I’m ready.”

With your prompt, he extracts himself and drives back inside of you. You sigh, tilting your hips forward in acceptance as he moans in appreciation and repeats his swift thrusts, again and again.

The soreness from the stretch slowly fades with his steady rhythm. Before you knew it, you were bucking your hips against him greedily, but in sync with his movements.

“Fuck, you feel good,” he breathes on a deep plunge. Your head lolls back against the mattress, lost in the pleasure of it all.

In one swift move, he pulls back and pounds into you. You cry out but not from the hurt. You’ve taken him to the hilt and loving every bit of it. You reach up behind him and grip his shoulders as he increases his thrusts, slamming into you, repeatedly hitting that sensitive cluster of nerves in you. You yelp in pleasure when he finds your lips, plunging his tongue into your mouth.

Slowly, you feel that familiar buildup of pressure within while he ate you out minutes ago. But right when you feel like you’re about to fall apart, he pauses his assault and pulls out of you.

The feeling of emptiness has left you confused and somewhat hazy. Distantly, you hear him grab a hold of your hand to pull you up off the mattress.

“C’mere,” he beckons you off the bed–which, you weren’t even sure how you managed to support your own weight since your legs felt like jello.

He motions for you to stand in front of the wall.

“Keep your hands there,” he says, propping your hands up. You do as he says and he rewards you by planting a soft kiss on your shoulder. He positions himself behind you, gently urging your legs apart while his hands roam your front. He massages your breasts in his hands, making you gasp when he pinches and pulls on your overly sensitized nipples.

One of his hands slides down your torso and abdomen until it settles between your thighs. His fingers parted your lips, feeling around for your clit.

“Oh my god,” you choked out once he hit the target, making you lean your head back against him.

“Good?” His warm breath tickled the shell of your ear while he nipped at it.

“Hmm...yes,” you drawled while his fingers rubbed and circled your flesh. You couldn’t help but reach your hand back towards his nape to pull him closer to you. If he worked in a couple more circles around your clit, you swear, you could have exploded right then.

“Tell me what you want, YN,” he whispered in your ear.

“You…please,” you whined, grinding your groin to his touch.

“I’m here,” he answers. “What do you want me to do?”

“I want you back in, please,” you begged pathetically before that delicious pressure in you deflates.

Lowering your hands from the wall, he adjusts your position while you jut your bottom out for him, pushing your back down slightly. His hands steadied you as he pulled your hips closer to him, opening yourself up so he could slide back in.

A low, broken cry escaped your mouth as he adjusted you at the right angle, taking your breath away when you felt him slide in deeper. The stretching was even more intense this way. It was unbearably arousing. If he ever allows you to cum tonight, you feel as if you’d shatter into a million pieces and never recover.

Your core trembled, clenching desperately around him. He made a rough sound, pulling out just a little before sliding back slowly. The tip of his cock massaged the bundle of nerves deep inside you that no premium-priced vibrator would ever reach.

Palms slipping and sliding restlessly against the walls, you moaned gutturally, repeatedly.

“Fuck, that’s it,” he said urgently. “Let me hear how much you like it.”

“Oh, fucckkkk…” Your legs shook violently on a particularly deep, measured stroke, your weight supported only by the wall and his hold on you.

You could do nothing but take what Jimin gave you, the rhythmic push and pull, the sounds of skin on skin filling the room–it was an incredibly dizzying environment.

One of his hands left your hip, and cupped your cheek, turning your face slightly back towards him, seizing your mouth and groaning into it while continuing to pound into you.

Everything in you goes rigid as that same all-too-familiar feeling threatens to spill out of you.

Your breaths become more constricted. “Come on, baby. I know you’re close…” he said gruffly, sliding his other hand down to your center to tease your pulsing clit.

Finally, it became too much. You came with a breathless cry, shaking violently, your hands squeaking over the wall as your sweaty palms slipped. He keeps his firm hold on you and plunged deeper and harder, his fingers still on your clit, driving you insane. One orgasm rolled into another, your cunt rippling around his relentless thrusts.

You held onto him, trembling, tears pooling in your eyes. Raw moans spilled from him, making you so hot and slick that your body offered no resistance and instead welcomed his desperate need for his own climax.

His mouth twisted in a grimace of agonized bliss, his eyes losing their focus as his orgasm built.

He came with a deep, hoarse growl, spurting so hard into the condom, you felt it. His whole body jerked hard, then shuddered. Over and over, heating you from the inside with thick washes.

He collapsed against you, his lungs heaving for breath.

******

“Are you okay?”

He laughed in response as he stood by your bathroom’s doorway. “You’re asking me? Shouldn’t I be asking you?”

“I’m good. Sore but otherwise, good,” you say calmly.

There it was again, that soft crinkle in his eye when he smiled. As if he didn’t just fuck you senselessly moments ago.

You pull the sheets back from the bed, where you sat and patted the empty space next to you, inviting him to get in.

“Are you sure?” He asked with a hint of hesitation. “I told you, I’m fine sleeping on the couch.” He was in a pair of sweats now and not much else.

You roll your eyes. “I wouldn’t do that to you. Now c’mon, get in.”

With your permission, he slid under the sheets and made himself comfortable next to you.

“Do you feel any different?”

You paused and thought carefully before you answered him. “You know what? I don’t,” you laughed. “I thought that some proverbial curtain would lift and things would look or feel differently but…no. I feel the same.”

He hummed noncommittally. “Hm…okay.”

“I mean, don’t get me wrong. This isn’t a testament to what we just did. And…that was pretty mind-blowingly euphoric back there.”

He laughed heartily. “Aw, c’mon, YN! Don’t fuck with me.”

“Well…too late for that now,” you countered wryly.

He doubles over as he’s in absolute stitches, making you laugh as much.

“I swear, I had to pick pieces of my brain off the floor. Is that normal for you?”

He sighed heavily after calming down. “I mean…” he shrugged. “You’re giving me too much credit.” Then his expression turns accusatory, “You told me you hadn’t done any sort of sexual activity with anyone. So, where’d you learn to suck dick like that?”

“Porn.” You say flatly.

He threw his head back in laughter. “Seriously?”

You scoffed. “What did I tell you? I’m a virgin, not an innocent.” Not gonna lie, you did do a bit of ‘research’ before tonight. True to your Type-A personality, you needed to know what you were getting yourself into. Unfortunately, you had to use an incognito browser and painfully to wade through dozens of pop-ups of erections and weird-ass shit before finding the more helpful videos.

“Well, shit,” he blew out a puff of air.

After a few beats of silence, he turns to you again. “Look, I know you had a list–”

You giggled. “Ugh, that seems so embarrassing now.”

“Hey, it’s not embarrassing to have goals.”

“Don’t patronize me,” you teased.

“I’m not patronizing you. Just saying, at least you have a good idea of what you want.”

“I guess, yeah.” You relented.

You glance at your phone’s clock then stare back at the ceiling. You had no idea how other partners would compare to him. Did you even want other partners? This would be a very expensive venture if you decide to keep this up with him.

Moments later, as you start to feel the fatigue settle in, you feel him brush your bare arm. You thought it was probably his insomnia keeping him up. “You know, we still have a few hours before our time is up.”

You turn to him, eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets. “You have the energy to do that again?”

He shrugged. “I brought a few condoms, and…I’d really love to see that ass bounce again. Maybe with a reverse cowgirl?" As soon as he sank his teeth into his bottom lip, you knew you were done for.

You were happy to indulge in Jimin a bit more. He ticked all of the boxes that you had on your list and even added a few more that had your mind melting from multiple orgasms by the end of your experience.

It was the perfect way to ring in your 30th birthday.

You’ve reached the end! Thank you so much for reading!

If you loved it, please comment, reblog, or send me feedback! 📩. I love hearing from readers! If you didn’t like it so much, I would still like to hear about it. Help me become a better writer! 💜

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scumbagjaeger · 1 year

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VACATION DESTINATIONS WITH THE SNK MEN

starring: Eren, Jean, Armin, Connie, Porco, Reiner, Levi, Zeke

rating: mostly sfw!

notes: Part 2 of my travel series! First of all, I don’t think any of the guys would ever turn down a trip with you to go anywhere!!! These are just some of the specific destinations that I think they’d love to take you to and what I think they’d like to do with you(: and these are places that I’ve been, unfortunately I haven’t been to any African or Asian countries but I didn’t want to stereotype anything about these places. Feel free to share your ideas!! What’s your dream vacation? What other travel scenarios would you like to see? Let me know, send me an ask!

Part 1

EREN:

- Okay it’s so cheesy but please stick with me okay

- The iconic “freedom” panel, with his arms outstretched? That’s him whenever you guys go to hike or explore a national park

- I don’t think he’d be one of those like intense backpackers by any means? The man still needs regular access to a shower

- But he loves as much of the untouched nature as he can get!

- So I think a roadtrip would really suit him! I think there’s something super intimate about road-tripping that you don’t get on other trips

- Imagine you fly to a place like Reykjavik (Iceland), rent a car and then explore the ring road together

- Volcanoes! Canyons! Glaciers! Waterfalls! What’s not to love, he loves the spontaneity of it, and there are times when he feels like you two are the only ones on earth :’)

- One or two nights in the city, they have a nice nightlife scene if you’re into it, otherwise just exploring cafes and cool areas around the bay

- Then you pick up the rental and hardly see anyone else again!! Lol it can be super isolated there

- The drive around can be super exciting though?? When I went we’d see a couple waterfalls every hour in some regions! He’d be impressed with each one :)

- On less-exciting legs of the trip you guys can have really open and vulnerable conversations too? Just about life and stuff

- Car sex car sex car sex

JEAN:

- I also think he would have a hard time with camping, no access to a shower or regular toilet stresses him out

- But I think he’d really love hikes and national parks? Just no camping trips (yet..)

- I think Hawaii would be a fun place he’d love to take you

- I’m thinking Oahu at least? That’s the most touristy of them all hahah. But I’d imagine that you go once and he begins to fall in love with the culture and nature

- And then he suggests you explode some of the other islands and see the more natural side of Hawaii!

- Maybe you guys book a hotel that has a balcony, and by halfway through the trip you’re out there with blankets sleeping in the moonlight

- You don’t get much sleeping done though 😉😉😉

- I think Jean needs a vacation where he can get back into nature and forget about work, and Hawaii is a great place for that

- Would probably love going to a Luau with you, a more authentic one that actually supports Hawaii natives yk?

- Is constantly putting flowers behind your ear bc the boy’s a ROMANTIC!!

- Loves markets and street fairs but is a bit gullible? He’ll come up to you with a bunch of baked goods and say “that vendor is so nice! His mom baked all of these treats fresh this morning and gave me a good deal on them!” And then you guys will walk past a different vendor with THE EXACT SAME BAKED GOODS and the same sign that says “baked by mom, fresh this morning!” and he’d be like “huh, maybe their moms are friends or something”

ARMIN:

- He’d take you to see the ocean (duh)

- But I think he would also love to take you to small towns in Europe??

- He might need some convincing to go to a place like NYC or Las Vegas

- Much prefers towns like Cambridge? So many free museums and archeological collections (I also love this town lol)

- Would be still open to going to a big city with you! I mean the amount of history in New York is insane!

- But the crowds would overwhelm him :(

- Maybe could handle a weekend there on the way to another destination?

- Or at least will need a lot of time to recoup in between the nightlife and other big tourist activities

- Honestly if you wanted to go to a big city he’d be open to go, and he’d let you explore the city while he finds a good book or explores at his own pace

- Not alone! Like imagine you went with a group of friends and Armin yk? He’d be too worried about something happening to you if you were out there!!

- Yeah Armin would probably be a touch paranoid about being kidnapped or pickpocketed

- Like you could be visiting your hometown and your sibling comes to pick you up and he’s like “are you sure that’s them???? Can they get out of the car so we know it’s them?? What if it’s a trafficker??? You know I saw this news report about…”

CONNIE:

- Okay so first I think he’d have fun with weekend camping trips? He might dabble with a longer backpacking trip, but I think his regular getaways would be camping trips with you and maybe a blunt or something 👀

- But as far as like traveling for a vacation, I think he’d actually be a lot of fun at Disney or Universal Studios

- He’ll make fun of the cringey and annoying Disney adults (the ones who would like push a kid in order to get ahead in line for a ride yk? Nothing wrong with liking Disney at any age!)

- But otherwise he’s super happy to see everyone (including the two of you) get to let loose and be kids again!

- I also feel like he’d have the best luck at finding the Disney character people?? Like you are always first in line to take pics

- He’d probably want to take pictures with the Disney characters but would always insist on doing some dumb pose? He’s just planking in front of you and Mickey lol

- He also likes Disney because he can make up the most outrageous backstories for you both when talking to cast members (he tells Peter Pan about how he rescued you from bandits, Woody that he is a toy, etc)

- Like at airports, children are drawn to him so he’s always making them laugh in lines too? Not in a weird way but he just sees them looking at him and he’ll start doing an impression (once the parents give him the lil nod of approval)

- He’ll talk to children like they’re adults about their favorite Disney things too?

- “I totally agree, Rebecca. Anna was just trying to do what’s best for her sister Elsa” (he’d just be great with kids all around)

- Would probably cry at the Avengers Campus??? Just super amazed by Spider-Man and the others

- Also I think he’d love the drinking around the world “challenge” at Epcot. You don’t want to get too drunk at a family theme park but he likes trying all the fun drinks and learning a bit about the cultures of different places!

PORCO:

- I think Italy or New York would be a lot of fun with Porco! Just any big city really

- Maybe Italy specifically just because of the weather? Idk when I think of them modern AU I end up thinking of Chicago because I’m from that area, so a hot area like Italy would be perfect

- The man tans like a god probably? Like five minutes in the sun and he has the perfect golden tan

- Also he’s being conscious about suncare and will put sunscreen on you! Buys two of the biggest goofiest tourist hats to shield your faces from the sun

- Probably has an interest in the fashion scene at least a little bit? Has one of those trench coat/duster jacket things when he’s in New York (secretly you think he’s doing a model-strut whenever you two are walking around lol)

- Likes to people watch in a cafe in Italy while discussing clothes you like

- Will buy you clothes after the trip and surprise you (can’t buy it during the trip bc of your suitcases!! But he jots down the things you like or will order it in store to be shipped back home)

- Also would love the food in Italy!! Insists on eating out like every single night because everything is just so good!

- But it’s also super rich so one day you both just lie in bed, too tired to get up. After that you guys take it easy

- Will judge you for wanting a simple slice of Sbarro pizza (“Really? We’re in NYC babe there’s literally every type of food imaginable? And you want Sbarro???”) but one night you wake up in the middle of the night you wake up and he’s curled over the sink with a Sbarro slice?? Hello??

- But he got you one too so it’s okay xoxo

- I think he’d like to get away in a city because the intensity and the energy of a city is the perfect pick me up when he’s feeling weighed down from work (plus the man’s a model he belongs in an Italian fashion show let’s be honest)

REINER:

- I feel like he’d love road trips and camping! For some reason I think he’d be nervous to fly across the world to Europe?? Down for a flight within the US though (I always imagine them to be American but that’s just my hc!)

- Places like Arizona or Utah, even Yellowstone would be perfect!

- He probably burns really easily, so y’all get the biggest floppiest sun hats and make your way through Bryce Canyon or the Grand Canyon!

- Gets all sweaty but pulls you close as you both admire the scene before you. “(Y/N), look at how beautiful it is!”

- Reiner is so hard on himself, and I think that’s still apparent as he pushes himself to rush through the trails

- You need to make him wait and pace himself before he hurts himself! Drink water you fool!

- But imagine after getting deep into Yellowstone, you find a beautifully tranquil scene and you FINALLY see Reiner’s shoulders start to droop

- He can finally let himself relax, surrounded by the beauty of the natural world (and you), and his problems literally melt away

- At Bryce Canyon they had a really nice presentation at one of the parks about light pollution

- If you guys saw something like that Reiner could be moved to tears

- When you drive back to your hotel at night, you both pull over to admire the stars

- They shine brighter than they ever have back home, where the city lights obscures them. Neither of you say anything, just staring up at them in awe and wonder. Reiner reaches out for your hand and squeezes it in his own(‘:

LEVI:

- I wanted to say that he’d like Japan (and he would!) because he’d love the peace of the temples and shrines

- But I think that’s too predictable!! Plus he’s Japanese so he’d probably already be taking you there occasionally to explore!

- I think that he’s actually get a lot out of a trip to London??

- He’d probably have a lot of fun exploring the churches? The art and the history and the tranquility

- I don’t think he’d be running to see any of the royal palaces or big tourist grabs like the London Eye or Big Ben, but St Paul’s Cathedral?? He’d love it there

- And he’d love the parks, they’re spacious and it’s a nice place to people watch

- London seems very private?? Idk I’m here now and everyone seems to mind their business hahah. Polite? I bet he’d really appreciate that

- I also think he’d secretly really enjoy football?? You won’t see him jumping for joy at pubs with any of the British men

- But if a team that he likes is in an intense game, he’s holding his fork in a first so tight it could break in half

- I don’t think Levi would ever be able to fully stop thinking about his work or get away from his regular responsibilities, but he’s really inspired by the British Museum and the British Library

- After you two explore those types of areas he might pull you towards on of the courtyards outside of those areas (they both have lovely green patches outside!) and alternate between writing (I’ve always imagined him as an editor or columnist of sorts… critic maybe?) and talking to you(:

- Also let’s be real, he goes for the tea

ZEKE:

- Honestly I think Amsterdam would be fitting for Zeke

- Amsterdam would be fun with Zeke because the whole city has a laid back vibe

- Zeke gives off a weird mix of constant ease but also stress? Maybe it’s the trauma? Who knows! But the man needs to relax

- And Amsterdam is super chill! There’s a lot of historical memorials and museums to keep you both occupied and the canals are beautiful

- Plus there’s marijuana everywhere omg

- Honestly he’d have a lot of fun in the red light district? Super polite and respectful about everything but the man’s a freak let’s be real (he’s leaving the red light district the SECOND you’re uncomfortable btw he’s super understanding)

- There are really cool markets all over? The flower markets are my favorite! A whole street full of flower bulbs and plants to buy!

- He’d probably suggest you buy some, and when you point out that they might not travel there he’d suggest you just move there together

- Idk maybe it’s the weed, but I think vacations with Zeke would just make him weak in the knees, falling in love with you all over again

- I feel like he’s pretty depressed/apathetic to the world (sorry king 💀), but seeing your eyes full of awe as you explore the large tulip fields makes his heart ache with love for you

- Big softy underneath the trauma xoxo

- Amsterdam would be packed with a large variety of experiences and Zeke would start the trip passively going along with whatever you want, but by the end he’d be dragging you around trying to see everything the world has to offer!

Thanks so much for reading! Hope you enjoyed! Please leave an ask if you want to see any other specific scenarios! I’m working on one about college majors next so stay tuned!

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edgrara · 4 months

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kung lao x waitress!reader?

helloo! thank you for this request! it was a pleasure writing this for you! ☺️

𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐀𝐎 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

fluff, no warnings, sfw

“Awwh! Can’t wait to order a full buffet! Thanks Raiden, I love you so much !” Kung Lao made a clicky sound using his tongue and patted Raiden on his head. Kung Lao just won a sparring match against Raiden and he has to treat Kung Lao for a meal at madam bo’s.

You saw the two gentlemen ready to order as Kung Lao eagerly raised his hand up high. You worked as a waitress at madam bo’s as you needed money to study abroad to work for your dream job. you approached them with a smile and took out your notepad and taking down their orders.

“Hello gentlemen, how may i help you ?” You asked the both of them with a soft tone. You made eye contact with Kung Lao, whose expression looks like he’s very excited to order. “Okay so can I have the whole menu? Like EVERYTHING,” he looked at you with glittering eyes. Your jaw dropped and eyes expanded. “Excuse me? The WHOLE menu?” you were puzzled and wrote down on your notepad ‘the whole menu…’

You went back and told madam bo about the weird encounter. “Madam Bo, someone wants the whole menu..,” you told her and she laughed. “The guy with the straw hat right? Kung Lao always orders the whole menu. It’s not surprising (name). Poor Raiden i must say,” madam bo had her arms on her hips and walked to the kitchen. “Kung Lao…” you repeatedly said the name until you forget that you were daydreaming.

After madam Bo had prepared the meal, she assigned you to hand over the food to Kung Lao. You walked wobbly with food in your hands and carefully placed the food on the table. “Thanks waitress, or should I say my love?” Kung Lao placed a smirk on his lips and winked at you. You knew that he has some interest in you. You tried to act cool by flirting back to him. “You can drive me crazy, you don’t even need keys you know,” you looked at him and went off. You hid your face in embarrassment and you knew that you gave such a corny line. Kung Lao chuckled at your pick up line.

“You look like you had your eyes on her for a long time, Kung Lao…” Raiden glanced at kung lao with an expressive smile. Suddenly, kung lao took a piece of tissue nearby and wrote something. Raiden tried to have a glimpse of it but failed. He called for madam bo and gave her that slip of paper. madam bo took the paper and handed it to you.

‘hey, my name is kung lao. do you want to go out with each other? this sat? my num : 1234567 😉’ you were speechless. of course you want to go out with him! So, you took a piece of tissue and wrote your response inside.

“Bye madam Bo, see you!” Raiden waved at madam bo and kung lao took a glimpse of you and his face started to turn red. “Hmm, what’s in my pocket?” Kung Lao felt something wrong and he took the paper. When he unopened it, he looked happy and turned to Raiden. “It’s a date!”

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@edgrara ‘24

#mk1 imagine #mk1 x y/n #mk1 x you #edgarawrites #kung lao x you #kung lao x reader #kung lao

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g30citiesexe · 5 months

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community characters according to how i see them treated by fans but its all the worst possible ways ive seen them

abed. either infantilized to all hell and back or called a complete sociopath with no empathy selfish Dick no in between. these takes are both horrible.

jeff. stripped of all nuances and used a pseudo “literally me guys!” character for dudebros who think that Yes, leading on an 18 year old when you’re like What About 40 is a good idea and totally not Nasty Gross

britta. either irrelevant because she’s britta and We Don’t Care About Her She Sucks! or just used as endless fodder to make “Oh Brittas In This???” jokes, the most Original joke in the fandom Ever/j. annie. people who sexualize her Especially like older men who make “oh Annie’s pretty young 😏😏😏😏 😉 😉” jokes. i am going to kick your face i hate those jokes

pierce: Does Anyone like pierce??? if you do i have nothing to say to you. shirley: either completely overlooked or just mentioned as being Annoying Christian Lady. for shame that the writers didn’t give shirley as many plotlines after a certain point because maybe then this wouldn’t happen. and Maybe if the writers gave us more jeffshirley we could have gotten something good but Naur

troy: characterized only as being Abeds Boyfriend who exists only to Serve Abed as a Character and his whole arc revolves around him and Abed like you know oh its Barbie and Ken it’s Troy and Abed they can’t be individuals for more than Two Seconds and not being His Own Person which the show Totaaalllly didn’t have a whole arc about why this is a bad idea and how the idea of trobed Gay and Troy being His Own Person can coexist peacefully together and frolic happily in a meadow

#nbc community #community nbc #abed nadir #shirley bennett #britta perry #jeff winger #annie edison #troy barnes

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midwestmade29 · 4 months

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Prequel Request 💻

To Anonymous: Your idea was so cute! I loved coming up with the little moments that were shared between Christian, Adam, and Adam’s little sister. The summer part was fun to write too 😉 I hope I did your request justice🤞🏻Thanks so much for sending it in 🖤

Word count: 2,405 Divider by: @firefly-graphics

Disclaimers: Broken bone, losing virginity, sexual intercourse. Read at your own discretion.

Original Anonymous Request: “Sis! I need a prequel to the last fic! Anyway we can get something with the little moments with Adam, the Reader, and Christian as they all grew up as well as moments with The Reader and Christian that summer that they were all over each other when she was home from college?”

You'll find my original story that inspired this request here 🙂

School had just let out for the summer and your mother took you, your older brother Adam, and his best friend Christian to get ice cream and celebrate. You practically salivated all over the counter while you watched each worker scoop out the delicious dairy onto cones and into bowls. “What the heck is that monstrosity? That looks disgusting!” Christian said to you with a scrunched-up face. His words didn’t faze you though, and you happily dug into your sweet treat covered in gummy bears, sprinkles, cookie pieces and chocolate syrup. With your mouth full, you asked Christian if he wanted a bite and his response was a fake gag.

That same summer was when the 3 of you were outside riding your bikes, showing off different tricks each of you could do. You tried to one up your big brother and his best friend by attempting a trick you’d never done before, but it backfired immediately when you overturned your bike forcing it to land on your wrist and break it in 2 places! Adam carried you all the way home to your mom and Christian took care of your bike. Your mom rushed you to the emergency room to get x-rays, sighing in relief when the doctor said surgery wasn’t needed. Your wrist hurt, that’s for sure, but you were more focused on what color cast you were going to get to pay much attention to it! When you got home late that night, Adam was already fast asleep, and you weren’t too far behind. You were about to plop down on your bed when you noticed a Lex Luger and a Sting wrestling figure resting up against your pillow with 2 notes taped to their chests:

Dear sis, Sorry about your wrist! I hope it heals super-fast! Hopefully good old Lex can help cheer you up some. Love ya, Adam P.S.-You’re going to look so tough with your new cast!

To Y/N, You better be more careful next time! I’m letting you borrow Sting, but I want him back the minute your wrist is healed. -Christian P.S.- I’m glad you’re okay. Can’t wait to sign your cast.

“Come on guys, don’t fight! You two are best friends! Now hug and make up, right now.” You demanded. You stood in the middle of Adam and Christian while they had their backs turned towards each other. They had been arguing over petty stuff for the last 45 minutes, and you were getting tired of hearing them go back and forth. Even though you were the youngest out of the 3 of you, you were wise beyond your years! You surprised them both with your next words, “Seriously, will the stuff you two are fighting about even matter tomorrow? Stop being dummies! You’re best friends, not enemies so act like it!” Christian stayed disgruntled with his arms crossed, refusing to be the first to say sorry, but Adam’s stance softened when he turned around and looked at you. “Wow, you opened your mouth and mom came out there for a second Y/N! But you’re right. This fight was stupid and I’m sorry Christian. Friends?” he asked while extending his hand to his best friend. Christian didn’t budge or shake Adam’s hand until you kicked him in the shin, forcing him out of the stupor he was in. Through gritted teeth he shook Adam’s hand and agreed, “Friends.”

Christian’s feelings towards you were strictly platonic when you were kids, or so you thought. The older the two of you got, the more his feelings for you started to change. It was odd when he started being nice to you, and definitely strange when you noticed he was talking to you more than he was Adam. You just chalked it up to him sucking up to you so you would help him with his homework! You still remember the disappointed look on his face when you told him that you would be gone for nearly 2 months because you were going to be a counselor at a summer camp. “Really? 6 weeks? That won’t leave you much summer break when you get back. Are you sure you have to go?” Christian murmured. “Of course, I have to go, silly! It’s a great opportunity for me. It’s not like I won’t be having fun while I’m there too! There’s plenty of activities to do and I get to mentor kids,” you said full of excitement. You thought Christian’s next question was bizarre, even for his weird ass. “Is it a girl’s only camp?” You didn’t even bother responding to such a ridiculous question! Instead, you rolled your eyes and made your way towards your front door, Christian following behind you like a lost puppy.

2 more years passed, you were certainly all grown up now! You were looking forward heading off to college in the fall, and the summer ahead was just prolonging your independence and your desire to explore new surroundings. One night, your mother had baked cookies and you sat at the kitchen counter devouring them. Laughter filled the air, and the conversation flowed! Out of nowhere, your mom brought up Christian, “You know that boy has it bad for you, Y/N! It’s so obvious!” The horrified look on your face made her laugh! “Christian?! As in Adam’s best friend, Christian? The one who has teased me my whole life and been a thorn in my side? There’s no way mom!” your words came out a little faster than you meant them to, and the more you spoke on the matter, you weren’t sure if you were trying to convince your mother- or yourself that Christian didn’t have feelings for you. Your mother’s words were soft as she explained herself farther, “I’ve seen the way he looks at you, Y/N. The boy is smitten! He asks me about you all the time, you know? The two of you are old enough now to explore any…feelings that might be there. Better to discuss things now before it’s too late and you’re off to college.” That same night while you were lying in your bed, sleep evaded you while you continuously went over the conversation you had earlier with your mother. Her words didn’t seem so silly the more you thought about them, and they helped you realize something that you had suppressed deep inside of you for several years, you had feelings for Christian.

“Why wasn’t I supposed to tell Adam we were meeting here, Y/N? What’s going on?” Christian asked you as he slid into the corner booth. Seeing Christian in this new light made you feel shy, even a little awkward. The conversation you had planned in your head wasn’t going to be as easy as you thought it would be! “Because if he knew the reason why I asked you to come, you’d probably end up with a broken nose and he’d lock me in my room until summer is over!” you teased. Christian looked over his shoulder, making sure the coast was clear before speaking frantically, “Okay, spill it Y/N! You’ve got me worried that my best friend might try and kill me for talking to his sister. What the heck is going on?!” That night you confessed your feelings for Christian, laying everything on the table at your local diner. You practically handed the boy your heart on a silver platter! When he didn’t respond right away, you felt yourself sink a little in the booth and your cheeks felt like they were bright red. When he finally spoke, all your worry and doubt washed away. “Was I that obvious?” he asked sheepishly. “I thought I hid my feelings pretty well. Man, your mom doesn’t miss anything does she? Anyway, I’m crazy about you Y/N! I have been for a long time. What do you say? Do you want to see where the summer takes us and really give a relationship a try?” You were beaming from his words, eagerly responding, “Yes, of course! I want nothing more, Christian.”

Your mom helped you and Christian stay off Adam’s mind and out of his sight as your relationship continued to blossom. She made you promise her that you would tell your brother soon about you and Christian dating, but you hadn’t found the right time to break the news to him yet. Even though it felt wrong sneaking around behind your brother’s back, you were enjoying spending all your time with his best friend and getting him all to yourself! You and Christian shared your first kiss in the warm summer rain when it started to down pour while the two of you were at a concert in a local park. The kiss was something you had dreamed about ever since you could remember, and it turned out to be incredibly sweet and romantic. Most of the summer days were spent poolside to escape the heat. Christian definitely approved of your skimpy bikini while your older brother did not. Your favorite activity was one the two of you did almost every night as long as Adam was asleep or had other plans separate from yours. Christian always brought the blanket and made quick work of spreading it out on the ground so both of you could lay on it and look at the stars. You two shared several meaningful conversations, often talking about your childhood but also looking ahead and making plans for the future.

One night, things were heating up between you and Christian as you made out underneath the blanket of stars. This spot near the pond just behind your house had become your favorite place, almost a sanctuary of peace and serenity for you and Christian. But the more his hands roamed freely on your body, leaving you a panting mess whenever he would break a kiss to come up for air, it turned into a place full of passion and desire. Christian knew you were a virgin and he never made you feel embarrassed of it or ashamed, and never forcing you to do anything you weren’t comfortable with. You had talked about taking that next step in your relationship in recent conversations, but you were hesitant. You knew it wouldn’t be Christian’s first time, him giving up that part of him a long time ago, but you still wanted it to be special for him too. “What if I’m no good at it?” you asked while your hands covered your face. Christian slowly removed them so he could look into your eyes, his words full of sincerity as he reassured you, “Giving yourself to me in that way is a gift and it’s something I don’t take lightly. No matter when- or if it happens- I know it will be beautiful. I will do my best to make sure it’s special for the both of us.”

A week later, you made your final decision about having sex with Christian or not. When you told him you were ready, he nearly took you right then and there on your front porch! The very next night, Christian took you by the hand and led you to your favorite spot. You couldn’t believe your eyes when he parted the final tree branches, revealing a strand of lights that were strung from the tree over to the old swing. A lantern illuminated the familiar blanket on the ground that was now adorned with a few small pillows and a second blanket. The only noise that could be heard were the rustling leaves on the trees in the soft summer breeze and the sound of nature carrying on quietly all around you. Once you were comfortable on the blanket, Christian checked in with you one final time before proceeding any further, “Are you sure you want to do this, Y/N? It’s completely fine if you’ve changed your mind. I’d be more than happy to lay here with you and look at the stars.” You gave him the green light to continue, and he took his time removing your clothes. He kissed every inch of newly exposed skin as he went along, making sure to savor every part of you. You watched as he opened the condom with his teeth before sliding it down his hard length and positioning himself in between your legs. He warned you gently that it was going to hurt at first, but after a while the discomfort would go away.

You held your breath as he inched himself inside of you, gasping when his full length was all the way in. “A-are you okay, Y/N? If it’s too much, p-please tell me and I’ll stop,” Christian said breathlessly as his slowed his movements. “No, please don’t stop. K-keep going!” you reassured him. With each thrust of his hips, the discomfort started to dissipate and was replaced with pleasure as Christian’s tip hit all the right spots. Your fingers dug into his back as waves of pure bliss crashed over your body, your tight walls squeezing around Christian and milking him of everything he had to give you. His name fell from your lips when you came, your juices coating the condom allowing Christian to slide in and out with ease. With a few final grunts, Christian found his release too, his body still pinning you against the blanket as he tried to steady his breathing. He planted tender kisses on your lips between each breath and you couldn’t help but smile. “How are you doing sweetheart? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” his words were a mere whisper as he looked into your eyes, studying your face for any kind of sign that you were okay. You couldn’t help but to burst out into a fit of giggles when you asked Christian, “That. Was. Incredible! When can we do it again?”

That wasn’t the last time the two of you had sex that summer. Your appetite for Christian was insatiable, and he was more than willing to try and cure your hunger. If you could’ve stayed in the bubble you and Christian had created around yourselves, you certainly would have. Unfortunately, September was rapidly approaching, bringing you closer to the difficult decision that you knew each of you had to make. Little did you know at the time just how much the end of summer decision was going to alter the course of your relationship afterwards.

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