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Too many nights ((G)I-dle Yuqi)

The way you see it, even if the signs were right in front of you all along—written in bright, colorful signposts with the largest text imaginable—you’d still be hurling yourself off that cliff.

Yuqi knows this too—you think she does.

At the very least, she looks convincing enough that she feigns innocence on the matter, and she is. It's mainly a you problem. She doesn’t know you much other than being the sweet, quiet guy who was her roommate in college and nothing else.

And that’s probably the reason why she’s standing in front of your newly minted apartment on a random Monday.

—————

You’re waiting for her to pick her bags off the floor and leave. You told her to leave three times. Threaten to call security on her. She doesn’t budge. Instead, she stares. Stubborn, obstinate, unyielding.

“Please, give me one opportunity. Please let me explain myself.” Yuqi finally breaks her silence, eyes wide, glinting with tears, pleading.

“Shoot.”

She looks down, unable to see you eye to eye, her hands running through the pockets of her skirt. “You’re right. I’ve taken your kindness for granted, and I’m sorry. I really am.”

Pausing, you’ve never heard her sound this quiet, this personal. “I never truly appreciated you till I was home with my parents. I should have focused more on studying than going out and having fun. Now look. They’re pissed that I’m being a bum at home instead of working, so they kicked me out.”

She proves your theory to be true. She has no reason to be here unless you bail her out of trouble again.

“But I can’t find one job that I like. Working a 9-5 or any regular cashier job seems so boring, you know what I mean? Doesn’t feel like my type of thing to do,” she continues, lightly kicking the suitcases with her feet. “My friends are all busy, so I had no one to lean on. Then I remembered you! So here I am.”

At least it was nice seeing Yuqi act mature for at least three minutes before reverting to her usual spry, childlike personality.

“Okay? Well that’s on you for being lazy, and I can’t help with that. Sorry to hear you got kicked out, but I have nothing to offer you. It was great seeing you, though. Good luck with that job.”

You try closing the door, but she stops it with her foot. Peeking through the narrow space, you find Yuqi persistent, unrelenting. “Wait. Hear me out for a second, I said I didn’t wanna be your roommate.”

“No, Yuqi. Just go—”

“I really need you right now. I’ve already applied to like five different companies on public wifi, it’s so fucking slow and I doubt they even got my email. I just need a place to stay for like a month. Trust me, I’ll get a job and when I get paid, I’ll spend it on finding my own apartment! Just give me this one time.”

You swear you’ve never heard Yuqi this desperate, this loud. Your neighbors are probably ringing up security right now, maybe the owner too.

“Okay, okay. Just calm down for a minute, will you? Our neighbors are listening.” You open the door lightly and Yuqi’s eyes light up. You didn’t even say yes, but it might as well be a confirmation to her.

“You promise? You’re actually working on a job application?” you ask, doubtful about her claim.

“Of course.” Yuqi shows her phone, presents pdf files of multiple application letters to the very places she doesn’t want to work. Some fastfood chains, at convenience stores, and mall outlets. “None of them have replied back, so—I’m still trying to apply to more places, but I’m almost out of data on my plan and I don’t wanna spend another night inside my car. Just give me this one thing? Okay?”

Seeing the evidence firsthand, you can’t help but be impressed. If you had any spine, you’d contemplate the proposal more, give it some time to mellow out, maybe let her elaborate some terms of agreement. But in a moment of weakness, you yield right away. What’s one month of Yuqi gonna do to you?

“All right, fine. I’ll let you stay—”

“I owe you one, thank you, thank you, thank you!” Yuqi doesn’t even let you finish your sentence when she brings her suitcases into your apartment at record speed. She gives you a peck on the cheek in appreciation twice, one for each pair of suitcases she shuffles in.

You can only sigh in response before closing the door.

—————

Before Yuqi gets comfortable in her new place, you sit her down on the living room couch to discuss house rules. This isn’t like college, where you share a dorm together, split the bill and have personal spaces. While you don’t own the apartment, you make one thing very clear: she’s bound to you and whatever rules you impose on her.

“Let’s make one thing and one thing clear: you break any of my rules, you’re outta here. I don’t care if you explain yourself, you’re gone. Understood?”

“Right.” Yuqi’s trembling with excitement and impatience, nodding erratically, kicking her legs up, goading you into rushing through everything so she can lay on an actual bed.

You take a moment to analyze her suitcases in the middle of the room. Facing her, you ask cautiously, “Tell me you didn’t bring your—”

“Yep!” She responds almost immediately, thrilled to answer your question, as if it were muscle memory. “It’s exactly what you think it is.”

And there goes your supposed rule one. Of course she brought her entire dorm room decor along. Knowing her, they’re likely encompassing two of her suitcases.

“Yeah, no. My landlord is quite strict about decor, so you can’t put them up,” you tell her bluntly; there’s no getting around his rule, even if your roles were swapped.

She frowns, visibly devastated, probably more hurt than being kicked out by her family. It’s the end of the world, but she won’t give in. If there’s even a slight possibility she can have her way, she will force herself through. “Please? Even just my room—”

“Not a chance. It’s just a general rule here, sorry.” You make sure to shut her down immediately. “I didn’t make that rule, anyway. Blame the owner.”

Yuqi acquiesces. She groans with displeasure, crossing her arms, acting bratty. No act can convince you to change your mind.

“Right. Now actual ground rules. This isn’t a dorm so you can’t just freeload as much as you want. Now I understand you're still working on that job application, so all I’m asking is just for you not to be completely messy, got it? So don’t eat my leftovers without asking, don’t go out to clubs and ask me to drive you home when you’re drunk, none of that. If you’re drunk, sleep outside the room. I don’t want to clean up vomit on the carpets.”

Surprisingly, Yuqi agrees without complaint. You’re unsure whether she’s nodding so she can settle in, or if she actually understood every single word.

“I seriously hope you’re working on that job—”

“Don’t worry! Just give me the wifi password and I’ll be set.” Yuqi can’t help but interrupt you every single time, and to her credit, it’s effective. She does seem dead set on taking this opportunity to redeem herself, and it’s a convincing act. As insufferable as she can be at times, you want to see her succeed. You want to see her win.

You jot down the wifi password on an extremely thin sheet of paper and place it on the table before her. Before walking away, you ask her, “You need me to help with your belongings? I’ll get the guest room ready while you make yourself comfort—”

“Nah, it’s fine!” Yuqi’s typing on her phone, not even shooting you a look in your direction. “I’ll get it sorted out, don’t worry! Just pretend I’m not here.”

To her credit, she does get her belongings sorted out. By evening, she moves into a cleared out storage room that’s now her designated bedroom. Words are hardly exchanged other than simple pleasantries and greetings. You ask her if she had dinner, she says yes. She doesn’t take anything from the fridge other than some water. There’s a knock on the door; she answers and comes back with a package of chinese food. She offers to share some, but you modestly decline.

You never ate together when you shared a dorm in college. She would eat her inside her bedroom or after you already cleaned up. At times, she’d come back to the dorm late and you wouldn’t see her till the following day. You share the same space but you have vastly different lives. The feeling is familiar, but the setting is new: having dinner under the low light, uncertain about your futures.

This feels like your first day together all over again.

—————

The first night with Yuqi is a quiet affair. There’s hardly any commotion. An unusual scene. She finishes her food ahead of you then retreats into her bedroom without uttering a single word.

When you wake up the next morning, Yuqi is already at the dining table. Browsing her laptop, coffee in hand, seemingly focused on that next job application. She doesn’t even greet you or acknowledge your existence; she’s in her own world, but in a good way.

“Morning,” you quietly say, trying to grab her attention, but it falls on deaf ears.

“You off to work?” she asks, preceded by a mouse click while you pour onto your mug. Her attention remains glued to the screen, paying you no heed.

“Kind of?” You take a seat opposite Yuqi’s side on the table. “I work here. Or should I say: this is my workplace.”

“Wow. I wish I could work from home. Would be nice,” she replies between mouse clicks and keyboard taps.

You take a light sip of your coffee. “What course did you take again?”

“Umm—” Yuqi slumps back in her chair, “I think it was medicine? I wanted to become a guitarist and have my own band, but my parents wanted me to become a doctor. And I don’t wanna ruin my handwriting, so—”

“Don’t you have a band with your friends? The one with—”

“Yeah that dream died two years ago.” Yuqi’s eyes squint, brows furrowing, running through every word slightly faster than normal. “And I don’t wanna talk about it.”

“Not even a little—”

“No.” She faces you with a surprisingly cold glare, a sight you’ve never seen before. “They can just fuck off—those goddamn bitches.”

You find yourself unable to move the conversation forward after her abrupt turn. It’s probably for the best; you hardly paid any attention to Yuqi’s life to be entitled to a substantial explanation.

The rest of the hour goes by in deafening, awkward silence. Here’s Yuqi, this ball of energy whose life primarily revolves around partying and getting rowdy, calmly clicking on the touchpad and typing a few words every now and then in search of a way to fund her addiction. You can tell from her sullen expression just how deprived she is of that high—how incomplete she feels without the rush of adrenaline, ecstasy, and alcohol flowing through her veins. It’s impressive how it takes someone to hit rock bottom to turn their life around, how all this could have been avoided with a few decisions.

Still, it’s never too late for someone like her, and as long as she holds up her end of the deal, i.e. leave you for good after this, you’ll actively root for her success.

—————

“Fucking hell, dude,” sighs Yuqi, slamming the panel of her laptop hard, her fist narrowing missing the edge of the table. While you’ve made yourself comfortable at your usual workplace, a spacious office desk on the other side of the living room, you’re preoccupied scanning through numerous documents and emails your boss sent you. A look at the bottom right of the screen tells you it’s half past lunch. Then your stomach grumbles, as if the clock wasn’t enough of a reminder.

“Gonna make lunch,” you say to a vexed Yuqi, who’s stretching her legs against the table and her arms to the ceiling, body likely aching from her hunched position. “You good?”

“Yep.” Her tone perfectly toes the line between sincerity and sarcasm. “Got three rejections—no, four, actually. The last one was sent minutes ago.”

You’re not sure how to respond.

“Oof.”

You couldn’t relate to her even if you tried. Of the two applications you sent, your current job is the one that gave you the freedom and flexibility to work from home, even if it paid less than the other. That was six months ago; finding job opportunities has become way harder, or so you’ve heard from your other unemployed peers from college.

“Finding a job sucks,” says Yuqi, stating the obvious. She finally gets up from her chair, brings her laptop back into her bedroom to charge before reemerging with a hairpin wrapped around her knuckles, tying it around her loose red hair. “So, what’s for lunch?”

“Meatloaf and eggs,” you reply, firing up the stove as you grab pans from beneath the sink. “Not sure if you’ll like it, though.”

She lifts her eyebrows, intrigued, but mostly unbothered. She’ll eat anything as long as it isn’t fast food or from the convenience store, and she doesn’t have the gall to complain, anyway, as your roommate.

—————

“So, how’s the job hunting going?” you ask her right as the sun descends over your apartment windows. You have your schedule down to a science, finishing all intended projects and goals when neighboring buildings’ lights open. Weekdays can’t be anymore mundane and monotonous, but you get the job done, you’re paid handsomely, and you have time for your other hobbies.

Meanwhile, Yuqi looks like she doesn’t want to stare at a computer screen for a week, maybe a month. She looks worse off than she did in the morning. It’s evident in her clothes, her hair, her face: frazzled and messy. A perfect representation of her state.

“What do you think?” she replies, never sounding so heated, so frustrated. A look at her screen shows a new rejection letter, piled between several others, already read. Each one with different reasons, different ways to hurt, but with the same intent: we appreciate your interest, but we have chosen a different candidate from a very competitive pool—we don’t think you fulfill our qualifications—we’re looking for someone with more experience—we wish you the best in your future endeavors. You’ve noticed she tends to click back and forth between each letter, as if to torture herself further.

“I think you should put that laptop away. Try again tomorrow,” you tell her, closing the panel while she’s scrolling, stealing her attention. She readjusts her glasses, blinking rapidly, annoyed at your little intervention. “I’m going for a walk. You should join me.”

“And what if I don’t?” she asks, threatening to pull her laptop away from your fingers.

“Good luck going out when I have the room key then.”

“I don’t have my running shoes,” she replies, and she’s telling the truth; she only brought one pair of slippers with her, the rest being colorful sets of boots and expensive high heels.

“Then grab some from my closet and wash up. You’ll look stupid if you go out in those silly boots.”

—————

At first, you believe she had declined the offer; you had already left the building when Yuqi caught up to you moments later, huffing and puffing from exhaustion. Hey, maybe she could have been a great track and field athlete if she put her mind to it.

You can’t help but make a little comment. “Thought you weren’t going to go out.”

That was for all the times she’d make similar remarks to you back in college. They never really bothered you; you were never a man of high morals and upstanding, but at least you had your priorities sorted out, unlike Yuqi.

Yuqi playfully counters your rib, shooting you a disparaging stare. “Dude. I’m doing you a favor by doing this.”

“Elaborate.” You laugh.

“You never went out whenever I asked you. You always said no to parties.”

“And for good reason. Look at us now.”

If you wanted to, you’d be harsher. You have years of dirty laundry and grievances to air out, but this is as concise and as restrained as you can express them without getting accused of attempted murder. Besides, you can’t keep a straight face the longer you look at her. She clearly stands out in a rather dreary and dull crowd, and it isn’t the red hair as bright as the sun, it's her look—or lack thereof. Your oversized hoodie, your running shoes mixed with her pajamas, the lack of bra—it’s obvious she only did the bare minimum to look decent in a public setting, and yet she fits in all of them like a glove.

“Where are we going, anyway? Can it be a bar? I hope it’s a bar.”

The first thing she wants to look for once outside is a place to drink. Of course. It’s hardly a surprise to you or anyone at this point.

“Where’s your car anyway?” you question back.

“I dunno. Could be in the carpark, could have been impounded. I don’t remember, and I don’t really care. It smells like dogshit, anyway, cause I’ve been living in it for the past three weeks.”

Yuqi talks with a fine blend of fast and sardonic, evidently scarred from all her ordeals with that car. She’s never experienced living outside her glass castle until now, and it shows. She’s dragging her feet with every step following you close behind, trying to soak in the scenery around her. Street lights, joggers, buskers, friends, and partners of every sort, people that you actually know and recognize. It’s all foreign in her eyes. All she knows are strobe lights, loud music, drinks, and rowdy crowds.

“So, like, do you just go on a walk every single day or you only do this because I’m your roommate?” she wonders, her gaze lingering at a passing woman jogger that catches her eye. Jumping to conclusions, she adds, “Are you telling me to touch grass? As if I hadn’t been doing that for weeks?”

You turn around and notice her distant stare, still fixated on that woman, ruminating the prospect of leaving you for her instead. “I don’t think getting blacked out drunk and vomiting in your car counts as touching grass.”

“How do you even know that?” Yuqi faces you, provoked by your comment, pouting. “You hardly attend parties, even when I invited you. You always turned them down.”

“Word gets around fast. I thought you already knew that.”

If she could, she’d grab you by the throat and strangle you to death or rip you in half. It stings. She questions whether your blunt, matter-of-fact delivery makes the statement ten times more scathing. Then she wonders if she made a mistake, dressing up and going after you, when you’ll just be making her regret her life decisions like her parents did. You hardly cared back then, so why now?

“Can we just go to a bar? You’re being annoying.” Yuqi stares into the distance, intentionally averting her gaze away from you.

“If you have the money, then sure, let’s go for it.” You know she has no leverage or power; she can only afford fast food and a month’s worth of groceries and daily necessities. It pains her to make a willing decision to pass on alcohol and avoid bars and parties. She’s down horrendously, but she won’t directly confess her own fatal flaw.

It takes everything within her not to slap you square in the face.

And you can play this game all night long until she folds. You can stand there, argue, and debate with Yuqi till she runs out of excuses and complaints. Four years of pent up material to unload onto her, make a scene in public and turn her into an example about not wasting one’s life away. You can go further, you promise.

Instead, you both settle down in a cafe on the other side of the park as a compromise.

The place is more suited to Yuqi’s style: lively crowd, comfortable ambience, all the caffeine and sugar as a proxy to her raging alcohol addiction. Most importantly, she won’t pay for shit. You don’t even end up drinking your own order; she does it on your behalf. You settle for a tiny cup of tap water instead. In a way, she’s acting like a needy dog, desperate for attention without concern for anything else that doesn’t involve her.

“Fucking hell, I never knew I needed this,” she echoes, sipping up the last quarter of your coffee, glancing at the menu over the counter, itching for another. She’s keen on paying from her pocket this time; she recognizes you won’t give her another freebie. “This shit tastes so good.”

You can only shake your head, not even remotely trying to hide your frustration toward her. Her obliviousness is kind of cute in a way, making her look a bit sympathetic.

“Maybe I should just work here,” she says, her eyes moving in every direction, her attention taken by something shiny every five seconds. Plenty of action happens at night: groups entering and exiting, the pervasive scent of fresh coffee brewing in real time, and plenty of girls to ogle at. In particular, there’s a waitress with a cherry tattoo on her neck that’s captured her interest. She can’t help but point her out to you, grinning widely at her. “See that waitress? She’s kinda cute.”

“Uh-huh.” You’re not really paying attention; you’re there mainly for the free wifi and a snack, not to flirt. Luckily for you both, the waitress is preoccupied with meeting high customer demands to notice. “Good idea, maybe you should apply here.”

The longer you stay inside the cafe premises, the more Yuqi becomes less inclined to leave. You end up having dinner, a couple of ham and cheese sandwiches from the snack menu. On her end, four cups of coffee strewn on the table, all drank by her. If this was some ploy to make you pay for free drinks, it worked to a tee. Anything to avoid engaging you in a serious conversation.

The opportunity never presents itself. Soon, the cafe becomes dimmer and muted. Staff are closing off sections, clearing trays, and cleaning up empty tables. Since you entered the cafe, she has not made a move on the waitress at all, even when you’ve tried pushing her over the cliff numerous times. Her shift is close to done, ready to check out for the day. One more opening. Still, Yuqi watches her intently, but can’t find the strength to stand, let alone pull the trigger.

“Well? I thought you were gonna ask her out or something.” You take a look around and come to a grim realization: that you’re the only two customers left.

“I—I don’t think I wanna do it now.” Yuqi turns around, playfully grinning, but rushing through her words. “Maybe when I get the job here. Maybe.”

You can only react in quiet disbelief to how this was all just a huge waste of time—and money.

“Fucking—” you sputter before masking the rest of your response, groaning as you rise from your seat, leaving.

After two days, your main observation is that Yuqi hasn’t changed much. If at all.

—————

The rest of the week follows a similar structure. It’s comforting; it’s the kind of monotony you’ve acquainted yourself in ever since having your own apartment. Yuqi’s always up before you, an hour in advance, she’ll tell you. At her usual spot around the dining table, on her laptop, coffee in hand. You stop asking for updates after the third day; you’re certain she’ll figure things out. Your mindfulness and curiosity get the better of you, peeking through the screen on occasion, only to find the same thing. One rejection after another, mixed in with a new application letter in between. From the outside looking in, it’s as if some divine force doesn’t want her to get that job.

In the evenings, you go for your usual walks. Yuqi joins you out of the apartment building, but instead of following, she separates and heads the other way. She’s wearing her own earphones and your hoodie, something she’ll end up keeping. The few times you run across each other, she's holding some drink in her hand, usually the coffee from the cafe you spent time with her in, her hoodie pooling with sweat all over. No pleasantries, you mind your own business till you return home.

It isn’t until two weeks after she’s moved in that you extend an invitation: a visit to a newly opened lounge on the other side of town. You preface the invite saying you only knew about the place because it had opened a month ago, and had mostly forgotten about it until you remembered her. She’s doing well for herself, so you might as well reward her for her efforts, even if it hasn’t gone anywhere. And it isn’t Yuqi without asking for some kind of favor; in this case, taking a ride in your car because hers has been impounded by the police. You’re not even surprised that she’s too lazy to reclaim it herself.

Your friend says the lounge is newly opened, but once inside, you’re uncertain about her claim. Whether it's by design or her being a complete liar, grimy, poorly lit, in the vein of all those underground clubs you had seen in action movies where a shootout or police raid occurs. Simply put, there isn’t anywhere pretty to look at, and you feel icky just by being here.

To Yuqi, it’s a fantasyland: it’s where she’s meant to be all along. She’s so overjoyed to be there.

“It’s you!” calls a familiar voice; you turn and find a friendly face over the counter waving to you. You quietly leave Yuqi to herself and approach the bartender, who just so happens to be the owner. “I never thought you’d come and visit! It’s great to see you.”

“Only doing this for a friend, Minnie,” you silently tell her, pointing your finger at your invited guest, the sole reason you’d ever be here. She recognizes her immediately and understands.

“Yuqi, huh?” She looks intrigued, her gaze lingering at the girl. A subtle grin is forming on her face. “Never thought the two of you would be an item like that, considering she’s a party animal and you’re—”

“No—no—don’t get it twisted,” you interrupt, frantically trying to clear up any presumption. There’s no chance in hell you will ever find yourself attached to Yuqi romantically, not even a little. “It’s—a long story.”

“Do tell.” Minnie smirks, teasing, alluring. She looks the part of a bar owner, all right; dark eyelashes and shadowy lipstick matching her pitch black hair. Not to mention her slim dress perfectly hugging her tight frame, showing enough cleavage to draw attention. As a friendly gesture, she gives you a wine glass and pours a drink on it. “We’ve got all the time in the world and all the drinks you need. All in house since you’re a friend.”

So you oblige yourself to a tiny sip. The place is surprisingly quiet and empty, even though it’s the weekend, with lo-fi music playing through the speakers as the only form of background noise. Minnie doesn’t have much on her plate. She can lean on the desk and listen to you all night long.

“So, two weeks ago, Yuqi moved into my place trying to look for a job,” you tell Minnie before taking another sip. Both of you take quick glances at Yuqi, seemingly having the time of her life, scaring off the sole patron by the billiards table. “And I was wondering if you can get her a job here. She’s been rejected from every company she applied for. I know she doesn’t want to work a nine-to-five, and I suddenly remembered this place.”

Minnie raises a curious eyebrow, brushing small strands of hair covering her ear. “I see.” Looking past you, she notices Yuqi, now at the karaoke, amused by her voice and energy. You follow along and watch too, wincing at her talent, caught completely by surprise. You can feel the passion and emotion from her rather honeyed, deep singing voice, as well as her natural charisma while performing.

“Damn. She sounds really good. Borderline natural at it.” Minnie’s in awe of Yuqi’s abilities, the sort of reaction that pushes buttons, steals the show. “Wasn’t she in a band? I know she played guitar.”

“She said it doesn’t exist anymore, won’t tell me what happened.”

Even in the midst of conversation, Yuqi’s voice manages to snatch away your focus. She’s an extremely powerful singer—a natural, as Minnie said. Her voice is overpowering the background music with little difficulty. There’s little need to watch when her vocals can easily capture your attention all the same.

Facing you again, Minnie replies, clasping her hands together, “How about she perform by herself?” she suggests.

You meet her eye to eye at the drop of the notion, curious.

“What do you mean?” You take another sip.

“We have an open mic night next weekend, and we could use talent to liven up the place. She sounds perfect for that kind of gig. Who knows? Maybe she can be a resident singer if the cards are right.” Minnie smiles through every word, recognizing Yuqi’s talent and the untapped potential she has. All she needs is a platform to showcase her skill properly. And taking another glance at her, you see that too. She has the passion and the vocals to croon a live audience.

“I’ll tell her,” you say, turning to Minnie again. Yuqi has finished performing and is on her way over to the bar. Your conversation breaks off as the two women greet each other with an exchange of kisses on the cheek.

“Great place you got here girl,” Yuqi tells Minnie, beaming from ear to ear. “I’ll be popping by often if you don’t mind.”

“Thanks. I could use some company on the weekdays, if I’m being honest.” Minnie hands Yuqi her own wine-filled glass, as well as a complimentary bottle. She makes sure not to “Take it, it’s on the house.”

“God, this is why I love you so fucking much.” Yuqi drinks up the whole glass in one swig, and immediately pours some from the complimentary bottle. Minnie can’t help but shake her head with a little smile, knowing this is still the same Yuqi she’s acquainted with since college. A rose-tinted view of days gone by.

The two women spend the rest of the time catching up. With how much they talk, it would be a safe assumption to think that these are two long lost friends who haven’t spoken in years. Then the conversation goes on and on, revealing more details than you should probably know: exchanged private messages as recent as last night, Yuqi’s intentions to visit the lounge sooner before present circumstances got in the way, and how she ended up in your apartment. As a listener and side character in her story, it’s a part you quite frankly never wanted, let alone be involved in under any capacity. You make sure to add your point of view in the narrative and clear every question. Whenever you chime in, they laugh heartily. It’s a mess, and they’re unapologetically quirky, never failing to make fun of you at times.

Despite everything, the topic is never brought up: the upcoming open mic night, her performance, her natural talent. You were planning to shoehorn the idea, but one too many drinks later, the conversation and opportunity eventually slips away. Again.

Yuqi can hardly stand on her own two feet when she finally decides it's time to leave. It’s two in the morning when you guide her back to your car, with her drunk out of her mind and slipping into unconsciousness. Minnie assists you, making it even more embarrassing. Even when she’s so inebriated that she can barely move a muscle, she says she wants another round, slipping back into her old ways.

You escort Yuqi back to your apartment, setting her down on her bed and promising yourself that you’ll tell her about Minnie’s offer when she’s sober in the morning.

Except it’s the one fucking day in the month where your job calls you into an actual office for a meeting. Despite that, Yuqi is not at her usual spot in the living room the next morning (unsurprisingly), so you leave food on the table for when she eventually wakes up.

—————

Returning late in the afternoon, you find a note from Yuqi on the outside door of your apartment, stamped by strawberry lipstick, simply reading:

> Not gonna be around till tomorrow. Have something urgent to attend to - XOXO, song yuqi

Sure enough, one brief tour of the apartment and Yuqi is nowhere to be seen. Her room remains untouched: the same, colorful space it’s always been, with most of her clothes and belongings still strewn everywhere on the floor. You don’t even mind the stickers and posters plastered all over the walls; she was gonna break that rule regardless. Typical, but expected. At least you know she hasn’t completely left yet.

Deep down, it’s the first time in a while that your apartment feels a lot smaller—and lonelier. It’s not that you have any sentimental attachment to Yuqi—not in the slightest—but her presence clearly livens up the place. The difference without her around is night and day. Even when your interactions are limited to a minimum, the brief moments you interact make living by yourself a bit more tolerable.

So you preoccupy your mind with your usual schedule: a walk in the park, then dinner by yourself. But these intrusive thoughts grow worse and worse. You’re not in your pajamas at the usual hour, her absence is keeping you up at night, and waiting for her to walk through that door is about as brutal as federal punishment.

You end up driving to Minnie’s bar, inquiring about Yuqi’s whereabouts. She says she hasn’t been around, and she hasn’t exchanged messages with her since last night. Then she asks about open mic night; you tell her about the inconvenience, about the note on your door, which is why you’re there. Good effort, but she ultimately gives you nothing.

“You should stay here a while, who knows? I can message Yuqi you’ve been looking for her,” says Minnie, her smile as welcoming as it’s ever been. “Why not have a drink in the meantime?”

“Hmm.” You entertain the thought, but she promised to return tomorrow, and perhaps you’re overthinking it; you just have to let it play out. “No thanks.” As a distraction you’re watching another girl at the karaoke machine. She has distinctively pink hair, has similar energy and passion for singing, except her voice is much higher, more nasally. All she does is remind you of Yuqi, but she’s nowhere close—in appearance and in ability. “She promised to be back tomorrow. Maybe I should take her word for it and go home.”

A pour of wine on the glass is followed by her siren-like whisper. With her hand caressing your shoulder, she mutters, “So—you like her. You like Song Yuqi.”

You raise an eyebrow, taken aback by her statement. Facing Minnie, you reply, “What? No way. I don’t like Yuqi at all. I’m just concerned she might have disappeared, that’s all.”

“Cap.” Minnie smirks, murmurs to your other ear. “You like her. Actually, you love her. You just won’t admit it.”

“And what makes you say that?”

“The fact you look so distressed wondering where she is. I mean—just look at you.” Her voice is slow, delicate, each word delivered with profound emphasis. She flickers a lighter, then directs the cigarette in her mouth for a puff. “Would someone who doesn’t like her worry like this?”

“I mean—I’m just trying to help her get back on her feet,” you tell her, and Minnie can only chuckle in response. Puff more smoke. In her eyes, you’re not doing yourself any favors. Your words have no weight to them. It’s the same old same old most women like her hear dozens of times. I’m not into her, says the guy who’s showing an alarming level of concern towards said girl. Something she’s all too familiar with. “You know? Just looking out for a friend, that kinda thing.”

Minnie wishes she can hold up a mirror against you now to prove her point. In a place meant for everyone to relax and ease themselves, you look tumid, on the verge of a historical crash out. She smirks into her next smoke, shaking her head, scrolling through her phone. “Sure. I believe you,” she remarks, and there’s no effort made to hide the sarcasm in any capacity.

That piece of cigar looks quite appealing right now. She sells smoking like she sells the off shoulder dress draping her defined figure: exceptionally well, like she’s meant for it.

Later in the night—you’re unsure whether it’s still today or tomorrow—Minnie suddenly approaches you with a shift in enthusiasm, as seen through her grin: “You should probably head home. Unless you want to stay the night waiting for someone who won’t be here in the morning.”

“She’s back already?” You manage to decipher the hint right away.

She nods, can’t help herself from beaming continuously. No effort to lie or maintain the mystery further. “I guess you’re not as stupid as I thought you’d be.”

Running up the stairs in a hurry, you respond to her little jab with a shout, “And you owe me one for that. Actually—no, I owe you one!”

Unknowingly, Yuqi’s little mannerisms are starting to reflect in you, too.

Sure enough, you’re home within a matter of minutes. Empty streets, dead nightlife on a weekday, the loudest thing heard for miles is the roar of your car’s engine and the elevator headed up to your apartment floor. Any other time you’d burst through that door like an officer with an arrest warrant, but it’s almost three in the morning, and the last thing you want to be is apprehended yourself after a noise complaint.

The place remains as unchanged as you had left it: completely dark, save for one light over the kitchen. It’s quiet, eerily silent—until you hear airy, soft noises in the distance. Room by room, you carefully inspect where the sound is coming from, only to find nothing at all.

There’s only one place left to check, and it happens to be the Yuqi’s bedroom. A room you remember being empty. As you approach the sole unopened door, you notice the faint sound growing in pitch. Hushed words from a familiar tone.

“Fuck—oh fuck—”

You press an ear against the door frame. She sounds clearer. Way more explicit. Vivid.

“So—so—good—fuck yes—”

There’s a subtle creaking sound that accompanies her singsong tone almost perfectly. Nothing is left open for interpretation; Yuqi is feeling herself. Feeling a satisfaction that only comes from something slick, something rough, something good.

As much as you want to respect her space, her moment in the dark, you can’t help yourself. She sounds so good, so gratifying to the ears, it’s making you a little hot and flustered, much to your own guilt and shame. You don’t care about the consequences; you’ll allow yourself one little look then pretend it never happened. At best, she’s too preoccupied with her own bliss to notice, and at worst, it’ll be one awkward conversation starter in the morning.

“Oh, oh God—you feel really good baby—just like that—”

It’s as if she’s reading your mind, understanding your intentions. The way she moans your name like an invitation—something you never thought you would hear or even consider—how it’s naturally delivered from her sweet, intoxicating voice. You’re doing yourself a disservice by listening through the door.

There’s no better opportunity than now.

With your heart racing against your chest, every nerve in your muscles tense up as it desperately opens the door, slowly and as quietly as humanly possible. Miraculously, you go completely unnoticed. Even as light from the living room slowly penetrates through Yuqi’s bedroom, it fails to cover what really matters: the bed and Yuqi herself.

Nevertheless, the sight that welcomes you is one to behold, one worth looking at with complete awe.

Yuqi’s body is splayed out on the bed. Her legs are spread wide, a couple of her fingers aggressively rubbing against her exposed clit, and there’s a glossy sheen coating the sheets before her soaking wet core. Her clothes are, unsurprisingly, scattered all over the floor, along with a pair of consumed alcohol bottles. She’s completely bare for your eyes to see. Nothing is left to your imagination. More importantly, she looks so fucking hot. Your heart is racing like never before, and the scene has your pants in a twist.

Her other hand runs up and down her lithe frame, then squeezes her own breast. She lets out this sharp mewl, grinding her hips against air. Her jaw slacks wide. Her eyes shut tight. Her back arches. Waves of self-induced pleasure send shockwaves through every fiber of her being, her moans growing more and more erratic.

“Fucking give it to me—I love this cock so fucking much—”

It’s about as pornographic and explicit as it gets. It riles you up in an uncomfortable way; you end up unzipping your pants to free your growing erection, but nothing happens beyond that. It feels wrong. It is wrong, but you can’t muster up the strength to look away, let alone walk away. You want to see how it ends. How she cums.

She wraps a hand around her own throat, while her knees are planted upright with her feet firmly gripped on the sheets. There's a noticeable tone change in her whines, as if simulating the act. Yet, the words flow from her lips seamlessly. “I’m so close—so, so close—”

The cackle she makes after is mortifying. Here’s this girl, who you had zero attraction prior to tonight, shamelessly declaring how she’s going to cum, how good your cock feels inside her—without either of the two even happening to begin with. The fact she likes you is the least shocking revelation in itself. A reminder: you only had three meaningful conversations with her since she moved in—two if you consider how blackout drunk she was the night before, and even if you go all the way back to your college days, you can count them with your fingers alone.

“Fucking—cumming—oh my God—”

Yuqi strains her knees and loosens her grip on the sheets as she lets the pleasure wash over. Clear liquid gushes past her throbbing, relentless fingers and spills onto the linen. A guttural, deep moan fills the bedroom as she slumps her body flat on the mattress, her energy completely depleted, her thoughts filled with nothing but orgasmic bliss. Her coated hands rest on her bare waist, her tummy, leaving viscous sheen on her creamy pale skin.

When she isn’t screaming your name or touching herself to the thought of you, Yuqi, at her barest, looks so gorgeous like this. Flaws and all.

Albeit brief, it’s quite the show to more than satisfy your thirst for her. You remember your uninvited presence in this room and where you stand in this relationship. That she’s only a tenant—an acquaintance at best—and nothing more. Any other person and situation would already send you damning to hell.

So you quietly leave, gather your bearings, hoping her haze doesn’t clear before she is made aware of your presence, but you hear a faint whisper right as you close the door, clearer than any whine of pleasure:

“Hey.”

Part of you wants to ignore her, pretend this is all a huge misunderstanding and feign ignorance. Then you hear her soft, alluring voice calling your name and it’s what ultimately folds you:

“W-what time is it?”

Again, you consider the choice of entertaining her question or leaving her dry. She’ll probably fall asleep shortly after and forget these few moments. You tell her it’s three in the morning, hoping she dozes off.

She doesn’t.

“Shit. Can you come inside? I mean—come in.”

She’s still thinking about you, and it’s admittedly cute. You love how unabashedly blunt—and lewd—she is when she’s drunk. You give her the benefit of the doubt and reenter the room.

Yuqi realizes the messy state she and her bedroom are in when you turn on the lights. Cheeks puffed and red from embarrassment, she tries to hop off the mattress, only to stumble to the floor on her fours.

“I’m so, so, sorry. I didn’t think you’d—”

“Hey hey, it’s fine.” You grab her off the floor and sit her on the bed. “Don’t apologize. I’ll get some water; stay here and rest.”

Your eyes are meeting, hers twinkling. In those few, crucial moments, right when you’re about to leave, you feel an irresistible tug pulling you closer to each other.

Suddenly, Yuqi pulls you in by the shirt for a deep, passionate kiss. Her lips taste like actual whisky and vodka, indicating what she drank earlier that night. Yet they feel so lush, so sweet, filled with so much passion. You don’t bother trying; you fold to your lust, submit to her desire. You sink onto the bed together, never breaking apart, even for a second. Next thing you know, her hands are all over your body, roaming your chest, coiled around your neck, removing the shirt over your head to be tossed aside and completely forgotten.

Yet there’s still some resistance. Despite making the first move, she pulls back, and you do so in return. You’re hovering on top of her—an unexpected but welcome position to be in.

“I didn’t know what got me there. I’m sorry. I just felt this sudden need to kiss you and—”

You shut her up by diving in and kissing her again, pinning Yuqi down to the mattress—the very thing that got you into this position to begin with. With you all over her, she’s able to shed the rest of your clothes: first the slacks, followed by your boxers. She mewls at the sensation of your hard cock pressed against her slit, and it’s beyond what her imagination can describe. It’s electrifying. And God, you know you’re no better than her, but you just want to fuck her right then and there, give her everything she wants without a second thought.

Grabbing you by the scalp, she rips your lips off her chin as you’re making your way down her neck. “Not yet. Nuh uh.” She pulls you into yet another kiss, as if you’re oxygen—and in a way, it’s appropriate: you’re breathing new life into her. “Did I ever tell you that you were a good kisser?”

“Not at all,” you tell her, gently shaking your head. “You’re not half bad yourself.”

“Half bad?” Yuqi raises a sharp eyebrow, seemingly offended by your backhanded compliment. A dangerous smirk forms on her lips. “Says the one who was watching me the entire time—”

“You knew?” There’s a heightened sense of panic in your voice. “I thought you were—”

“Shhh.” She kisses you, pulls you into a warm cuddle atop her. Slender legs wrapped around your hips, she follows: “Less talk, more lovemaking.”

And more lovemaking you do. You grow more easily acquainted with her lips than with her personality, and you barely know them: it’s only been a few minutes. Even though it’s a Thursday, the weekend feels like a lifetime away. You should be up five hours from now; you have the alarm preset and everything. But Yuqi’s getting in your way again, as she always has, and this won’t certainly be the last. She’s so hypnotic, so alluring, you find yourself unable to slip away, no matter how hard you try.

You find that it’s easier to give in than to struggle aimlessly.

It’s effortless to get your fingers pressed inside her sopping core, brushing along sensitive, wet ridges of skin, where thoughts of you manifested into thin, delicate strokes. Her moans ring against your ears in varying pitches, each with a distinct, pulsing plea of satisfaction. Keep going, she tells you, and you follow without complaint. All this while you leave a soft path of bite marks down her neck and collarbones, until you reach her petite chest.

And fuck, you just go down on Yuqi. Sucking on her breasts like you’re in the middle of an oasis in the desert. She goes wild. Tossing, turning, trembling. You can feel her body close on you, wanting to take you in and suffocate you. The bed is creaking, growing strikingly more intense, turbulent. All this spurring you on, making you more reckless, more daring with her.

“Mmmmm—fuck!” She lets out a hum of desperation, her hot, shaky breath fogging on your skin. You become an intertwined labyrinth of limbs that fit together, where you have no idea where it begins and where it ends. Your fingers vanish between her legs, still working tirelessly, perfectly snug around her pussy even when crushed between the weight of her thighs.

Eventually, you find yourself staring aimlessly at Yuqi. She’s so beautiful, and you’re punching yourself mentally, wondering why it took so long to come to this conclusion. Even when she’s not rocking the trendy hair color of the week and her face is a canvas for every conceivable makeup and filter, she’s naturally pretty. Especially now, completely bare—and with nothing but an exasperated, satisfied look of inebriated, lust filled bliss.

You find the light peeking from the living room, casting a shadow between your tangled legs. She’s dripping at her core, showering your fingers with a fresh flow of sheen, messing up the sheets even further if that’s even possible. They’re beyond saving at this point, and so are you.

Rolling to her side, Yuqi wraps her arm around you, as if enticing you to stay. You shouldn’t have done this, but it’s too late: there’s no going back. You’re too lazy to close the door, and you have the girl you previously never gave a second look rubbing lazy circles on your stomach with her coated nails. Her hair draped all over your arm and shoulder, her eyes looking up at yours, acting all soft and innocent—

Until she starts talking again. “It wouldn’t be complete unless you cum inside me, wouldn’t it?”

The difference between her body language and her lips is night and day. Right then and there, you immediately recognize that there’s no other way this night will end. How your body moves at her will, how you immediately roll on top of her, as if it’s programmed to follow her every command. You have her legs pressed up and spread wide, her knees bent, lining your aching cock against the wet slit of her cunt. All while her features twist into a sickening, slimy grin in the slim shape of a lip bite. The fire, the desire—it’s still as bright as ever.

And to make sure you aren’t second guessing the idea, her arms are coiled around your neck, her hands grabbing at your hair, pressing on your nape. Yuqi wants you—needs you—to fuck her silly; it’s the only way she can be satiated.

You watch Yuqi’s expression contort from anxious to messy, and the feeling is mutual. You slip in, slow and delicate, going against her instruction, and you almost lose it at the first stroke. The deep, guttural moan you make echoes throughout the entire apartment, while her firm walls pulse against your cock. It’s hot, it’s tense, it’s suffocating.

“Shit, shit, shit—” you mutter, gently trying to pull back, but the fiery sensation burns, scratches away at your psyche, at your loins. “So—fucking—tight—Yuqi—fuck.”

“C’mon. Fuck me. Fuck me now.” She kisses your ear, her legs pounding against your hips, demanding you to move. There’s some serious intent behind her tone, a seamless blend of demand and impatience. “Use that big cock—mmm!”

You can only groan in response as you thrust back in deep, her grip on your body tighter than ever. And it’s more than just her cunt; she’s clinging onto you for dear life.

It hardly matters when you’re leaving sore, red marks on her skin or ripping through the blankets. It hardly matters when Yuqi can barely breathe. It hardly matters when you’re so loud that everyone can hear you. What’s important is you’re fucking her—and you’re fucking her hard. You both love the filthiness to it. There’s no rhythm, no pace, no flow; it’s one slow deep thrust, followed by a fast pump into her tight, inviting cunt. You become comfortable; you take her like she’s meant to be used.

And Yuqi takes your cock so fucking well. Bounces against every stroke with ease, as if the feeling is second nature to her. Knowing her, she’s probably been in this position more than you’d want to know or hear. You don’t really care about that for now. Even after what seems to be an endless cascade of orgasms, she’s still keening, still needy, still soaking wet that it’s alarming. Her back arches, melts deep into the cushion. She still wants more.

“So—fucking—good—more—need—fuck—”

The only noise you need is the mesh of your flesh slapping against hers, bouncing against her sharp cries of pain and pleasure. Reaching into the deepest, most sensitive parts of her pussy with your cock, this violent shudder rocks both you and Yuqi to your core. With each drag, more of her slick coats your shaft, and the easier you get access to her smothering heat. You can’t find the will to stop, not that you ever want to; she feels so warm, so inviting, so sloppy sounding to the ears that it’s driving you just as crazy as her.

It’s also driving you wild why it took you this long to fuck her—use her—like this. If you had known, you would have cared sooner. You’d have some leverage when it came to negotiations. A body like hers is too good not to have on speed dial.

Right now, it’s the least of your concerns. Not when you’re pounding a tight body like Yuqi’s so freely, hearing her demand to fuck her harder, like your life’s depending on it. Better late than never.

And it’s for the best that the moment happens later rather than sooner. She cums. Cums again. Eventually you’ve stopped counting, because there’s no point. The mere thought of you restarts the cycle, and your touch accelerates the process. The clutch of her cunt is too overwhelming to avoid at this point; it’s all but directly telling you to fill her, to unload all that pent up tension and need into her. The thought never bubbled up in your head even once; the idea of you and Yuqi with a child together. You never really questioned it. She goes out often, probably gets fucked multiple times in one night if she’s with willing company. She probably knew you’d walk in on her; hell, she’s probably got this whole thing planned out and Minnie is one of her accomplices. Maybe the entire time, she’s been yearning for you, because you’ve never heard her this passionate, this loud, this filthy in your life, even at her most inebriated.

“Inside me. Please cum inside me. I’m safe, don’t worry,” she whispers, as if she’s reading through your mind, reassuring you from your doubts. Her hand is palming your back, as if to line you straight so your cock directly hits her sweet spot. She sounds so pretty, it’s almost impossible to resist.

“Gonna cum,” you tell her, voice going hoarse, rasp, and she nods immediately in return, reinforcing the notion. She’s focused her effort on holding on, her legs tightly wrapped around your waist, her arms coiled around your neck, subtly pushing you against her hips.

“This—pussy—so—fucking—God,” you mindlessly utter, averting her doe eyed gaze, desperate to cling to the last of your resolve as it quickly dissolves with each thrust. You’re on borrowed time and it’s quickly slipping away. Yuqi is tilting your face down to her, to her airy breaths, to her fluttering eyelids, to her passionate expression as you fuck her, pushing you over the edge. “Holy fuck, Yuqi—”

Yuqi’s lips part like a flower in bloom, and it’s a pretty sight. Yet it’s not enough of a distraction to keep everything from falling into place.

And God, it fucking burns.

You swallow hard, but are unable to keep that groan suppressed. Your hips meet her halfway, your cock comfortably buried deep in her heat, and that’s where you come undone. Yuqi digs deep into your skin as it fills her—your cum—and she goes frozen at that moment. It’s a quiet, tense flash of silence. Afterward, she finally breaks. Cries out this deafening whine, her grip all over you loosening, time eventually catching up to her.

She lays beneath you, completely limp, but her body remains trembling, shaking, seizing. You don’t find the strength to drag your cock from her heat; the feeling lingers. Endless ropes of cum gushing into her womb, emptying yourself, just as she wanted. Then you pull out, agonizingly slow, and more viscous slick gushes from her core.

You feel guilty for that poor patch of soaked linen between her legs. It’s about as ruined as a collapsed power plant.

There’s little need for Yuqi to beg you to stay. The climax saps whatever energy you had left. You end up slumping flat on your belly beside her, both of you bathed in the afterglow of sex, exhausted from an already long day, too worn out to make another sound. And when you’re tired, any bed, no matter how messy it may be, is a comfortable bed.

—————

You already expected the scene at the breakfast table to be awkward.

And it was.

It isn’t until Yuqi calls you out standing at the doorway of her room that you realize you’ve been shooting a thousand yard stare the whole time. She waves at you, her cheeks red, flustered, chuckling. “Good morning to you, I guess. Put something on. I don’t wanna drink coffee while looking at someone’s dick. It’s gross.”

This time you’re the one unbecoming, completely in the nude while she got herself into some pajamas. Despite that, you hardly feel any guilt or shame, like this is a normal occurrence in the household. So you scramble to your room and get appropriately dressed. A look at the time and it’s already 15 past ten in the morning, an hour later than when you normally start work. Even more unusual is the absence of the laptop. It’s just Yuqi and her coffee.

Sitting opposite Yuqi, today seems a bit more tense than normal, and you can guess the reason why. She knows it, too. Neither of you are willing to break the ice, only shooting occasional glares at each other while sipping on coffee and scrolling through your phones.

“So, Yuqi.”

The words slip from your mouth, accidental, nearly silent. They follow the mild screech of the chair she sits on. When you meet eye to eye, she asks what’s up. What's on your mind? There’s a sudden barrier in your throat. You have a vague idea of what to say, but not the power to speak them.

“About last night—”

Her lack of response is unnerving. The visible curiosity, the probable apathy. You and her possibly sharing the same sentiment: a feeling of regret.

“I—I just wanted to say sorry. For last night. I should have just—”

“Sorry for what?”

You suddenly stop. This is not the expected reaction; it’s the complete opposite. A moment where you face the consequences of your actions.

Yuqi stands up and walks over to your side, beaming from ear to ear. “What we did last night was—fucking amazing. Don’t feel bad. If anything, I should feel bad because I didn’t tip you off sooner. We could have done so much more.”

You don’t pick up on the implication right away. It’s all strange, uncharted territory. Your previous flings were simple one-and-dones: a night of reckless, frivolous fun. Short, but fun nonetheless. They would disappear in the morning, never to be seen again.

“I didn’t think you’d walk through that door, especially since it was three in the morning,” says Yuqi, casual, running her fingers through your hair. “I got a bit too silly, as usual, but there’s a good reason for it.”

“And that is?”

“I got a job!” Yuqi’s gripping to your shoulder, the only thing keeping her from jumping for joy. “I got a job at the cafe with the pretty lady. I start on Monday.”

It’s certainly a cause for celebration. You can’t help but root and smile for her, caressing her hands. “Well, damn. Congratulations.”

“Yeah!” Yuqi’s wrapped you in a rather heartwarming embrace that you willingly fold into. “I had the interview yesterday, so I needed to lock in. Needed to be alone. Then I got accepted after, so I went and bought some drinks to celebrate.”

That doesn’t surprise you one bit. You’re just thrilled that she’s finally getting somewhere.

“So—does that mean I can kick you out once you get your first paycheck?” you ask her.

“I guess so. But—” Yuqi pauses, tilts your chin on an incline. She’s warm, radiant, pretty. She doesn’t care that you’ve worded yourself poorly and you’re taking it back; she’s still riding off the high from yesterday. You’re already counting the days before she leaves, and admittedly, you’ll miss that sight. “I’m gonna miss staying with you. Thanks for having my back when I needed it. I honestly don’t know how I will ever repay you.”

She tops it up with a quick peck on your lips. It’s all over your face, etched completely in red. The devilish grin.

“I think I know exactly how.”

And that’s all that needed to be said.

Before you know it, you’re right back at square one: clothes scattered everywhere on the floor, her body pressed on the mattress, flat on her belly, your cock stretching her pussy out as you fuck her mindlessly from behind. This time in the comfort of your own bedroom.

All the more reason for you two to stay together.

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(A/N: fucksorryforgoingonanotherhiatusfuckfuckfuck—)

(Okay, but I really do wanna apologize for going on yet another unannounced hiatus. Final weeks of the semester were hell, then I was on vacation the week I promised this fic would be released (I'm basically the LeBron James of K-smut when it comes to lying at this point), not to mention a health scare courtesy of my mother. Some very hard times have hit me lately, so my mind wasn't 100%. Nevertheless, I am still standing (shoutout Elton John). Lots of free time throughout June and July, so hopefully nothing bad happens ISTG lemme have some peace for once and let me fucking write goddammit—)

(In non-personal news, Yuqi's solo was very fun and she's getting on that Yena level of bias where she's the perfect blend of cute and hot. Then she went pink recently and that made me :pphurt: Sort of a feel out fic before I *finally* finish these commissions over the coming weeks, thank you for reading!)

#smut #kpop smut #gidle #yuqi #song yuqi

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seraphicalsuccubus · 2 days

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y’all I told my mom I’m a SWer with an OnlyFans and this bitch just said, ‘oh yeah, I know about that already’

and when I just looked at her blankly, she told me she just never said anything about it because she figured I would tell her when I was ready but she found out ages ago and said that: it’s entirely my choice to do it, it’s still technically a job and brings an income even if it’s not a widely accepted kinda job, I can probably make good money if I dedicate myself to it when my executive dysfunction isn’t ruining my life, and that as much as she doesn’t like it or want to see it, she still supports me and my decisions because I am an adult and it’s my own life.

Y’ALL WHEN I SAY I WAS FUCKIN FLOOOOORED ????????

I had to go for a walk around her yard and hit my dab rig a couple times before coming back to sit down and talk to her about it more just to process that she didn’t belittle me or disown me or act like I’m this filthy creature that doesn’t deserve any love or respect or whatever because of the horror stories I’ve seen from other creators with unsupportive parents and I made myself paranoid and convinced myself my mom was going to be, we’ll say, very opinionated. because she usually is. and I was worried it would be a negative opinion.

I feel so .. relieved, like a weight has been lifted, just because I told her MYSELF now so I don’t have to hide that I’m a SWer around immediate family or be ashamed of it if the rest find out and worry I’ll get cast out if the family for being one when it eventually came out from someone else in the family who found out about my pages. lol.

like. my mom knows and her sister knows and I think my mom said something about how she told her father so he’s aware too since he asked when I was gonna get another job and she said she was like ‘oh y’know, she does her …. OnlyFans thing …..’ kinda trying to gauge how he was going to respond and whether she’d have to defend me, and my grandfather was just like ‘huh, alright. well, good for her I guess,’ and left it at that. and honestly ??? like those are really the only people I really care about and want support from on my mom’s side aside from my sister and stepfather, because they’re the most influential to me, so like fuck it.

let the rest of the whole fuckin family know I do fucking porn lmfao I don’t give a FUCK now. mom’s got my back lmao, she’ll defend me at the least. 😌😌😌😌

#it just like #I was expecting it to go so so bad #but it went incredibly well #like I showed her some of my lingerie pics (no nudity) and she would compliment them #and I told her about how I literally have more EXPENSIVE lingerie than I do normal fucking clothing and she laughed #but I feel relieved and happy and light and just really good now that I told her myself and it didn’t go terribly #like I was able to trust her and tell her that #that’s big for me tbh

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things-arent-what-they-seem66 · 2 days

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Again, a scene from Adam got redeemed.

Yay Sera is a bitch again.. She’s here to make sure the winners are doing great. (lie)

Sera: Morningstar, can we talk?

Lucifer, sighing: What is it Sera?

Sera: In private I meant. Do you-

Lucifer: Follow me.

Sera: But-

Lucifer: This is my place Sera. I get to decide.

Sera: Okay.

They go to an empty bedroom, the tension is high.

Lucifer: So?

Sera: I must mention that I am impressed by Mrs. Morningstar’s work. How much souls she saved is-

Lucifer: Get to the point. Why are you taking my time?

Sera, annoyed, dropping the formal kindness: Fine. I am here because I have heard that you were keeping a soul here where he should be a winner by now.

Dread fills Lucifer.

Sera wouldn’t bother for Husk. It could only mean one thing.

No.

Clinging to a last piece of hope, Lucifer asks: Well who is it and who-

Sera: Don’t act like you don’t know. I’m here for Adam. Speaking of here, why IS he here anyway? Shouldn’t he be with us, don’t you think?

Lucifer (He’d put that bitch in her place if he had the chance but this was a serious matter): I-

Sera: Oh sorry, I forgot how you tricked him into selling his soul to you.

Lucifer: I didn’t trick him! I offered him my protection when you guys didn’t care enough to do it yourselves!

Sera: And why was that? Right, you wanted to break his heart and punish him yourself instead.

Lucifer: HOW DARE YOU!

A silence fills the room for a really small while.

Sera: Anyway. I’m here to request his soul back.

Lucifer: What makes you think you can?

Sera: I have my reason. *Summons a shiny paper, Lucifer’s eyes widen.* Hazbin Hotel and Heaven Council Official Contract Article 13: Hazbin Hotel Redemption and Rehabilitation Center, promises to do anything in it’s power to make sure all the souls they redeem and rehabilitate safely ascends to Heaven. If they are not currently capable of doing so, they will not be blamed. However, if they are purposedly holding a soul in Hell, and if it’s proven true by objective Heaven authorities, the Heaven Council will give them a limited one week period time to release the soul. If they insist on keeping the soul in Hell, Heaven Council has every right to shut Hazbin Hotel down.

Sera *smiles*: Your daughter had to be more careful about what she was signing.

Lucifer: You wouldn’t dare.

Sera: I would. And for a fact, I know you wouldn’t dare taking this to the court and let Adam know you kept him here like an obsessive maniac.

Sera comes closer to the frozen demon, angrily whispering: We showed you enough patience, Lucifer. It’s been almost a month since Emily told you about this. So, *opens the door* if I don’t see him infront of those gates in three days, your daughter can say goodbye to this place, her dream and her people.

Then she leaves.

Dw it has a good ending.

Lucifer better bitch slap her LOL OR I'LL DO IT MYSELF.

What if Adam doesn't want to go back to heaven anymore? What if he views Lucifer taking him to the gates as him abandoning him again 😭

GIRL THERE BETTER BE A HAPPY ENDING THIS HURT MY FEELINGS.

#adamsapple #lucifer x adam #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel lucifer #ask #sera is a bitch

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social's as bachira's girlfriend

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yourusername: i caught the l-o-v-e

tagged: megubachi

isaichii: yeah and i caught the f-l-u ↳yourusername: don't be so dramatic

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megubachi: we're so cute ↳yourusername: you're so cute ↳megubachi: you got me giggling blushing kicking my feet curling my toes twirling my hair 😝 ↳hiyori: what the actual

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nikkoki: who the fuck took the second pic 💀 ↳yourusername: that wasn't me i swear it was @/chigi.who ↳chigi.who: NO BC I WALK INTO FIX MY HAIR AND I SEE THAT WHAT WAS I SUPPOSED TO DO ↳hiyori: WELL U SURE AS FUCK WEREN'T SUPPOSED TO TAKE A PICTURE?? ↳julian.loki: you should have joined them ↳yourusername: BEO??

user1: the way loki came, told chigiri he should have join with isagi and bachira while they were pissing and then left without any further explanation is just such a loki thing to do ↳julian.loki: i'm a man of few words

megubachi: i swear ily ↳isaichii: who? ↳yourusername: who? ↳megubachi: YOU OFC UR SUCH A SILLY LIL GOOF BALL

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megubachi: believe it or not i do love y/n and isagi doesn't always third wheel us

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yourusername: SROP ILYSM I'M GONNA KISS YoU ↳megubachi: do it no balls ↳shiidoryu: she would have balls but you keep kicking them ↳hiyori: FOR FUCKS SAKE MATE YOU DON'T NEED TO DESCRIBE SOCCER LIKE THAT ↳mikka.kaiser: FOR GODS (me i am god) SAKE IT ISN'T SOCCER IT'S FUCKING FOOTBALL ↳yourusername: SHUT THE ACTUAL FUCK UP I GOT A POST ALL TO MYSELF AND YALL HAVE TO RUIN IT

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user2: fuck romeo and juilet i want what these bitches have ↳user3: no bc fr both of them seem so happy despite the questionable moments the pictures were taken

rin.itoshi: that outfit ruined my entire halloween party btw ↳user4: WAIT WHAT RIN THROWING A PART?? ↳yourusername: srop it's been like 9 months since then ↳rin.itoshi: and i'll never move on from him twerking in a maid costume. ↳megubachi: I HAVE A GOOD ASS OK STAFU ↳kuniisuke: w h a t .

nagi.seishiro: so the fourth picture is the reason why he couldn't come over to my house the next day ↳yourusername: sorry not sorry

shiidoryu: when's our sleepover y/n 💔💔 ↳yourusername: OMG COME OVER TODAY !! I'LL BRAID UR HAIR !! ↳megubachi: my monster says no ↳yourusername: tell your monster to fuck off ↳megubachi: he didn't like that ↳yourusername: i'm sorry for the bad and for telling him to frick off

user5: context behind the last picture? ↳yourusername: he tried creeping up on me i got scared shitless so i kicked his lower titties, he fell bc it hurt sm i i fell bc i was laughing so much ↳hiyori: did you js call his balls lower tittes ↳yourusername: yes and? ↳kenyu.yukimiya: SAY THAT SHIT W UR CHEST AND ↳reo.miikage: BE YOUR OWN FUCKING BESTFRIEND ↳megubachi: SAY THAT SHIT W UR CHEST ↳megubachi: that fr hurt, the kids inside my balls didn't like it ↳yourusername: well deserved<3

bye this was so fun to write but i dont rlly feel it was very girlfriend like but it was it is

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Lost cause? 4.1: Would she hate me for this?

Previous chapter

Authors note: This scene is from Jungkook's pov from the last few paragraphs of chapter 4. I wanted to keep the thoughts he had while this scene happened in a separate chapter, so enjoy, ily🩷

Note: The part that's marked in blue is still in Y/N's pov and is also underlined in blue in chapter four if you wanna trace back the starting of this chapter in the previous one.

Words: 2.6k words approx

Any kind of warnings? Yes, maybe: a heartbreaking kiss and both of them being bad at communication. Jungkook's inner thoughts. Angst. Infidelity mentions. Therapy mentions psychological thoughts regarding guilt and love and hurt and comfort, and love.

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"How did I know? How about, why didn't I know?" You raise your voice slightly, and he shuts the door so that your parents don't get their sleep interrupted, tilting slightly towards the entrance, your bed not being that far from the door.

She asked me why I didn't tell her? What could I even tell her? That I didn't wanna make my already cheated-on wife who's carrying our baby with a broken heart that was caused by me. The wife who thinks too much for her own good. Tell her that I rejected my dream job - our dream job - because I found her and our baby to be more important at the moment? So that she could probably find herself the reason for it, fuck no.

"Y/N I am sorr-" she cuts me off as I apologize again.

"Sorry? How many things are gonna be okay just because you apologize, Jungkook?! It was your dream. You worked so hard for it.." she says as her tears fall and my heart rips apart at how her face reddens due to crying.

She was crying for me? Because of me, again?

How many times more do I have to be responsible for her tears? How much am I gonna hurt her? How much is she gonna cry because of her pathetic husband?

Seeing her cry so much and breathe heavily, I look down at her lap, trying to control my emotions until she yells at me. Her hand slipping up against my skin.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" She exclaims.

It seemed like she didn't realize when her hand shifted from my t-shirt's neckline to my neck. I feel relaxed and very selfishly happy when she doesn't remove her hand even after she sees me reacting to her touch.

Fuck. I wanna carve her touch in my mind, soul, and body. I shut my eyes, taking in the touch, feeling like there was a part of me missing from me, and I just found it.

It had been so long.

"Tell me, kook?" You whisper, so slowly bringing me back to my senses. Did she just rub her thumb against my skin? When I finally registered her voice calling me, I realized what she was asking me, and my heart skipped a beat.

In fear.

She looks at me wishing for an answer and I panic, what if she wanted me to take the job? Would she want me to go away? Would she think it's better if she stays away from me? If I stay away from her?

I answer in a very short statement with a sigh, trying to calm my breathing, "Baby, they wanted me to go away." I say, the petname falling out of my mouth so smoothly.

They wanted me to go away from her and our daughter. I would never do that. Nobody can make me.

"Dont lie to me, Jungkook, please. Yoongi told me they were ready to fix the schedule according to you -"

Damn it-

Yoongi hyung was definitely gonna hear an earful from me for this. Why did he have to tell her this? Couldn't he have waited until I gained some kind of courage to tell her myself? Couldn't he just wait for some time before telling her how I fucked things up for us in a new way? I was finally, finally getting somewhere.

Before she completes her sentence, I tell her the truth, although I feel bad for cutting her sentence midway.

"And you think they were gonna do that for me forever?"

The funniest part was when they offered me the job and then expected me to go away to tokyo for 8 months after my daughter was a newborn alongside my wife, who would be a newborn mother.

It was funny to me because it seemed like a joke to me. A bad one at that. Who the fuck were they to even think of seperating me from my family. Hadn't it been for Joon hyung, I would've resigned on the spot..

..But she doesn't need to know so many details. I just hope Yoongi hyung didn't tell her about the arguments I had with the president, some of them almost risking my career at his company.

"Why did you say that I agreed, why didnt you come talk to me? Do you think I wouldn't have understood or that you think it's not important for me to know?"

Her question brought me straight back to the room where I argued with the president, almost making me scoff at how ironic the whole situation is.

Ironic, since he asked me a similar question that day, "Is this company nothing to you? You wouldn't even try to work with this?" Namjoon and I sat across the president with the letter in front of me.

The moment I shook my head firmly in refusal and looked at the frustrated boss in front of me, all three of the men in the room knew it was gonna be a long evening. Making me slightly anxious about my wife waiting for me to eat dinner at home while some senior at work makes me feel bad for not accepting his offer.

He told me how I was the best fit and he was one of my well wishers for wanting this for me, I appreciated the opportunity, I really did, I still do but nothing could've made me go away from her. I couldn't have explained things to him in detail, so he obviously couldn't have understood anyhow about the reasons I was so stubbornly refusing because of,

So I didn't. I just refused. Again and again.

Now, coming back to her question.

"Would you have let me quit if I wanted to?" I asked instantly and see her expressions pause. Exactly. I can see the thoughts behind her eyes. She would've wanted me to get my dream job, and I would've wanted to be with our dream.

Us, our family. Happy. Together.

"You see, baby? That's why I didn't tell you. You're already handling so many responsibilities, I didn't wanna worry you more." I didn't wanna make her feel burdened with any more responsibilities or any kind of blame that I know for a fact she would've directed towards herself.

Knowing the kind of over thinker she is, I knew this would've been the better decision for us.

I could work harder in the future for this promotion, maybe get better roles than this one, but right now, I wanted to be a good father and a good husband.

She looks at me. Her eyes looked at me to try and find the truth behind my words, and I know she does. She can read me very well. One of the reasons I have always been honest with her. She has always been open to conversations and let me be open to her always.

It's something she deserves for being so perfect at everything, as minimal as her being a human. She was perfect at everything for me.

I continue, "They were willing to change my schedule for me only until she is born.." I look at her tummy and feel my heart swell with love for our daughter and then the beautiful woman carrying her.

"..I can't risk being away from you again. It might sound like I am lying, but Y/N, baby, I dont wanna be away from you for a single second. I wanna prove myself to be worthy of a second chance. I wanna be worthy of you and her. I can't imagine my life even for a second without you or her. You can push me all you want, you can yell at me all you want but dont tell me that I should've chosen a job and not my family time. I know I dont have an answer for why I did what.." I pause, feeling the knot in my throat.

The night, fresh in my memory.

The way she cried, screaming with so much pain in her heart, the balcony where she told me she was leaving me, the house, the kitchen where she blacked out after crying so much, everything was embedded in my memory like a nightmare I couldnt never forget.

"...I did, I myself don't know why I did it and trust me if I could turn back the time I would. But baby..." I really wish I could go back in time and stop myself from committing the sin that would hurt my wife in a way we never dreamed of. I could never have dreamed of.

I put my hand on hers that rested on my cheek, waiting to see her reaction to my touch. When she doesn't react negatively or in any way that should make me take my hand back, I continue,

"...I love you, and I will love you for my whole life, I will love you and my family until I breathe. I am so sorry for fucking things up but I want to fix them, I can fix them, we will fix it. Just dont please.." I say it, I say it again and I will repeat it as long as I can to make sure she knows I love her. Squeezing my eyes shut I gather the courage to make a request I shouldnt be making, I dont have the right to ask her this but I think I wont be able to breathe if I dont.

I need to know what she wants.

"...dont ask me to go away from you. I can't live away from you. I would quit my job if that's what it takes to be with my family, to take care of my family, to take care of you, and to take care of us. Please tell me I can be with you, can you please tell me you dont want me to go away? Pleas-"

But before I could finish my request and beg her not to go away from me, she pulled me towards her with her hands on my neck. I expected a hug when she pulled me, a hug that would comfort her stress and maybe help my heart get some comfort as well. But what happened made my knees buckle and heart pause.

She tells me her answer.

She does, but the way she expresses it makes my heart beat in reverse. I almost forgot how her lips felt like against me, the soft pillows against my slightly chapped ones. It was a feeling I was addicted to, and these months of staying away from her made me lose my sanity sometimes.

I think she would move back, maybe thinking of this as a mistake and also maybe a decision that was made impulsively or maybe out of muscle memory. But she doesn't, she doesn't move, in fact she moves her lips against me slightly tilting her head making my breath hitche.

I can't help but shut my eyes at the feeling of her lips moving against me. I feel myself giving into the kiss, but then it hits me. Hits me like someone poured water on my face.

This was wrong. I can't kiss her. What if she regrets this in the morning? What if she thinks I took advantage of her being stressed out. I can't kiss her without thinking this through or without talking to her about this. I lost the right to rightfully kiss her when..

Oh god.

I think of pulling back, but then she squeezes my t-shirt in such need that I almost whine in her mouth. This feels like torture. I want to move away from her, I don’t want to move away from her at the same time. Moving back from her arms is better, the right thing.

Oh, why does every right thing have to be so difficult to do?

I try making up my mind because one moment of me giving in might cause the downfall of the progress we built. We can talk about this to the therapist after I move back after I back off. But how do I do it? She needs me. Would moving back be okay? What if she loses hope in our relationship? But what if she tells me that she regrets this later? What if she hates me for this?

Fuck this. Two more seconds.

I kiss her back, shutting my eyes for two more seconds, and the thought of breaking the kiss makes me almost sob. I sniffle as my tears burn my eyes when I sense that you realize what I'm about to do.

Oh god, I don't want to do this. I am so sorry, Y/N. I love you but I have to do this for us. I can't do this, I can't kiss you. I can't touch you, not like this, not with a risk of losing you, I can't hurt you anymore. I can't do this. I need to move away. I need to pull myself back. Fuck.

I do it, and I hate myself for it.

I hate myself. I hate myself for the look she gives me after I move back. My eyes are burning wuth tears my cheeks feel wet from our mixed tears. Sniffling, I move back from our space, move back from the bed, move back from the kiss, move back from her, and maybe move back a space from our progress.

I dont know how this would affect us. I could kiss her better tomorrow if she feels like it, I could make it better, but I wouldn't be able to see hatred in her eyes for me. Not again.

Not after so many months of being away from her.

I get up and take a step back, shaking my head out of the dizzyness, eyes squeezed shut. Cursing myself under my breath, I do my best not to look at how frozen she looks.

Oh God, I must've made her feel so embarrassed. Should I sit back down and kiss her again, or should I tell her why I did this?

"I- I am sorry, Y/N. I shouldn't, I can't. I am really sorry, I shouldn't. I just shouldn't. I am sorry." As usual I chose the latter but probably fucking up the situation further more.

I need help.

In order to not make her feel more embarrassed, I leave the room, shutting the door, not completely but leaving it slightly ajar so that I could run to her if she needs me.

I try to busy myself in the kitchen cleaning things up, storing the leftovers in the fridge, cleaning the island and preparing things for the morning so that Y/N's mom could find it easy cooking breakfast in the morning.

I put a glass under the water purifier, filling it with water to keep on Y/Ns nighstand. I wish she is asleep before I go to her room to keep the water but since my luck wants to test me these days, I find her wide eyed along with a red nose looking at me with swollen eyes.

Shit.

"Good night," I whisper to her, trying not to look at her, but eventually, when I do, it feels like someone just punched me in the gut.

I feel so mad at myself, this was getting so much complicated and somehow I have fucked everything more, every single time. I hope we can talk about this in the morning, I just hope I can talk about the kiss without making her cry again or making her feel embaressed again. I hope we can move forward with therapy and make things better between us.

Moreover I just hope, pray and wish I dont fuck things up more for us.

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delta-pavonis · 1 day

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Dreamling Week 2024 Day 1

banner art by Leikan Jeyifo

Challenge to myself for this week: use all prompts for all days, write a short bit each day.

Bonus thing that happened while writing: this turned into a non-linear solarpunk urban fantasy AU. *shrugs helplessly*

Dreamling Week 2024 Day 1 Prompts (from @mr-sadman): Hunt, Body Swap, Indulgence, First Time

Dreamling || Rated T || 813 words

tags (other than the prompts above): fantasy, urban fantasy, hunting capturing and pinning someone to the ground is pretty much foreplay right?, scenting, banter, discussion of fucking during body swap

“Got you,” Hob thrills at hearing the voice he now commands come out as that rumbling purr he loves so much. “Do you yield?”

He looks down to see his own face twisted with a familiar sneer that he has never seen on his own features. “Absolutely not.”

It is decidedly strange to hear his own voice this way–not quite similar enough to trigger the embarrassment one feels when listening to a recording, but still disconcerting.

Then again, all of this is disconcerting and decidedly strange. He is currently inhabiting the body of his work partner, a drow who Hob had fallen ass over tea kettle for decades ago. He is using said drow’s body to pin his own to the dirt in a forest clearing outside the overgrown castle ruins they just investigated. They are now speaking again after a long stretch of silence, a silence that was only interrupted because their respective bosses told them they had to work together on this case. Which was very much not how Hob had imagined their reconnection going, but beggars can't be choosers. Or so humans say.

Hob is learning quickly that drow not only look different than other elf-kin, but that they see, hear, and smell differently, too. It makes sense, given that their senses are attuned to a vastly different environment, but as a half wood-elf he had just never thought of it before.

As Hob lowers his face, Dream's long white hair cascades over his shoulder. “I was hoping you'd say that.”

He flexes his hands around the wrists he has pinned and spreads them wider, giving him a stance with the leverage to hop up and have his feet come down between Dream-in-his-body’s calves with enough force to pry his legs apart. The elf beneath him grunts as his thighs splay and their pelvises crash together. Even through the armor-spelled denim they wear Hob can feel how aroused his friend is, no matter how he denies or ignores it.

“I feel it is rather narcissistic of you to enjoy the possibility of a sexual encounter with your own body.” He relishes the breathlessness he can hear in his own voice, how the body beneath him trembles. Hob knows exactly what has to happen to drive his own body to that point and if he is causing that in Dream… well. He was rather hoping they could have one of their catfight fuck sessions before the curse wears off.

“Come on,” Hob says, enjoying the rough, raw sexuality he can convey with just a slight change in tone with Dream’s vocal cords. “It gives a whole new meaning to go fuck yourself.”

It is fascinating to see what is so clearly Dream's eyeroll cross his own face. Drow vision is far more sensitive to movement than his own and it allows Hob to see even the slightest twitch of brow or flutter of lashes or movement of lips. It is kind of distracting, all this detail.

But that is nothing compared to the distraction of this sense of smell. Hob is no doubt never ever going to get this chance again, so he might as well indulge a little while he can. He drops his face into his own neck and inhales deeply. “Tannatell’s tits do I always smell this good to you?” Hob repeats the act, this time dragging his nose up into chestnut hair as he breathes in. “How can you work like this? I’d be on the edge of coming all the goddamned time. No wonder progress on this case has been so slow, you’re the smart one and you only have half your blood going to your brain. Fuck, it is like I am… your...” he trails off as that thought completes itself in his head.

Oh.

Now, drow vision might have traded brightness of color for its enhanced sensitivity to motion, but there is no doubt, when Hob lifts back up and looks down, that there is a fiercely red blush on Dream's cheeks. And Dream refuses to meet his gaze.

Hob lets go of the wrists he holds and sits back on his heels so he is kneeling between Dream's thighs. He watches as the other elf brings his hands to his chest, rubbing gently at them where Hob's grip was tightest. Dream keeps his head turned to the side the whole time.

“Dream, why didn't you t-”

“Don't. Just don't.” His eyes close and his face crumples into something pained. It guts Hob to think that this is something painful for Dream. “The first time we talk about this can't be like… I do not want it to…” Hob has never heard Dream fumble for words and it is distressingly alarming. “I would prefer to be in my own body when we have this conversation, please.”

Hob can't do anything but grant that request.

#Dreamling Week #Dreamling Week 2024 #solarpunk urban fantasy AU #drow druid/sorcerer Dream #half wood-elf bard/gunsmith Hob

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ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 prev. OG 5 GUYS INTRO!

masterlist. next. ᯓ ᡣ𐭩

INTRODUCING THE ISLANDERS ...

"i'm ayato, i'm 25 and from inazuma. i work as an accountant (wink). no no just joking don't keep that in-"

"(cough) i work as an accountant, i really love my life to be honest. the thing i love most on this earth is my car- it's a porsche, and the longest i've ever had a girlfriend for is about.... 2 weeks? so good luck to the next one haw haw haw-"

"my type? i like pretty women. let's hope there are some on the show haw haw haw"

"hello!! my name's tighnari, nari for short, i'm 22, and i'm currently studying biochemistry at the akademiya in sumeru"

"i really love being outdoors and nature, so my perfect first date would be a long hike in the woods, or just any physical activity. i think you can really tell a lot about a person when you're out in nature with them"

"so.... i guess that makes my ideal type someone who also loves the outdoors? i have a thing for more nerdy girls, too- it's something i've noticed. i just find it so cute when a girl has glasses"

".... an ick? if she litters, it's an instant no from me"

"i'm alhaitham, i'm 25, i'm from sumeru and i'm a court stenographer"

"to be completely honest, i'm here because i lost a bet with my friend. he thinks i need to try harder to find a girlfriend so i'll see how it goes on this show. it would be funny to see the look on his face if i do end up meeting a girl i like, i guess."

"a fun fact about myself? i can type 120 words per minute"

"i don't think i've really struggled with romance. there's been many girls who have tried to get with me, i'm just not really the type to get with someone for the sake of it. does that sound like i'm bragging? oh well."

"i don't think i have a type, either. i like who i like, simple as that."

"how's my hair looking? ok, good."

"i'm kaeya but you can call me handsome, im 24, and i live in mondstadt. i work in sales, so that definitely helps when i'm chatting up girls, heh."

"my go to pick up line? do you believe in love at first sight or do i have to walk past you again? (chuckle) nah, nah, i'm joking. i don't really use pickup lines, i'll just buy a girl a drink and we get talking and then... you know. it's a pretty good tactic. or maybe it's just me, heh."

"i like women who are confident in themselves. i don't want to have to spend all my time reassuring her, you know? and a girl who can keep me on my toes, someone who can beat me at my own game, you get me?"

"i have yet to meet a girl like that, i guess that's the reason why i've never had a proper girlfriend."

"my name's xiao, i'm 26, and i'm a tattoo artist from liyue"

"i get told that i look young for my age quite a lot- i guess it's to do with the height? it'll pay off when i'm 40 and still looking 20, at least"

"my type? ... to be really honest, i love girls with thick thighs and pretty smiles. there's nothing better than that"

"an ick? girls who go around saying if he's under 6 foot i don't want him- they're missing out on some good dick because they can't pull their heads out of their asses, that's for sure... oh shit, am i allowed to say that?"

𝜗𝜚 gia's notes :: and now the five guys! all the og islanders are now introduced 🥳🥳

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exactly! i wanted to like tommy tbh i liked him in 703 and 704. 705 was meh to me. i couldnt really find it in myself to care because the entire episode was about buck freaking out about telling eddie. 706 just made me ???? because of the bachelor party scenes. like why are we having the new bf dismiss buck at every turn while eddie is all in if they want us to root for this man. he wouldve had to change at work anyway so why didnt he dress up. then again in 709 he’s just shooting down bucks joy with the “enjoy it while it lasts” thing and then we already discussed 710. like sure buck made it a bit jokey but then tommy sounded completely serious when he said “no i dont. i hope you do though!” im someone who’s very sarcastic in her own humor and i couldnt tell he was joking. like i get that they want tommy to be snarky or whatever but something about it just falls flat for me. some of the comments he makes feel like stuff he shouldn’t feel comfortable saying yet to someone he’s only started seeing in the past couple months.

also the evan thing confuses me because lou said on cameo the script supervisor told him he isnt allowed to call buck ‘buck’. i wonder if thatll ever be addressed in s8 because that feels weird to me. especially since buck has insisted people call him buck in the past but idk if thats even anything to actually think about. like im not sure if the writers just dont know what to do with this man or if they’re actually writing him to be a short term thing. its so easy to add depth to their relationship and open up a chance to be vulnerable but they either choose not to entirely or give those moments to eddie -birthmark anon

NO SAME LIKE I AM DOWN FOR RIVAL LOVE INTERESTS TO MY SHIPS IF THEYRE WRITTEN WELL

I WAS MID TYPING I HOPE YOU DONT SEE THIS YET

Like I made a whole post about how the show bones had Hannah and she was the best and the way they wrote her made her GENUINELY likeable

And 911 couldve pulled that off so easily with Tommy but just keep choosing not to??? Like they are making (imo) very intentional writing choices that just don’t develop him or bucktommy very well when they could literally just NOT make those choices like they’re fully in control so while these things are realistic and can have good explanations the writers are intentionally choosing to include them and write them a specific way

Like idk about you but if I wanted people to aim for my couple I would go about it VERY differently

#911 #evan buckley #buddie #911 abc #911 fox #eddie diaz #911onfox #evan buck buckley #anti bucktommy #anti tommy kinard #911 discourse #fandom discourse #asks open #send asks #my asks #send me asks #answered asks #asks

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(please excuse my language. normally i don't swear, but i'm really not well right now.)

tomorrow is my birthday (fuck)

i also have a presentation tomorrow (i haven't started on it yet, and i don't have any powerpoint-esque software to begin with. fuck)

i also have two exams tomorrow (i wasn't present when we learned the stuff that'll get asked there, i haven't started trying to catch up, and there is no script or comparable materials to do that to begin with. fuck)

i went outside and there were too many people and my brain went "seems like a good time to start a major depressive episode!" (fuck)

i'll call in sick to school tomorrow because otherwise i'll 100% unalive myself (i already have trouble with my boss because of too many sick days - they were all during school blocs. idek why he cares as long as my grades are fine, but i might end up losing the job once my contract runs out. fuck)

i mean, i'm aware that i'm just whining, but seriously. how fucking unfair can the world be. with my set of issues, i should be dead or in a closed psychiatric facility. but because i happen to be really good at most things, people expect me to constantly overperform. which i can't. i barely function at all. i lost my last job because of too many sick days; two days later, they hired me back because the whole department fell apart without me. when my boss at my current job warned me about the number of sick days (even though almost all of them were during school blocs which i'll be done with next year anyway) he told me i only have a chance still because if i'm there 80% of the time i'm still way more productive than others who are never sick.

don't know where i'm going with this - again, just pathetic whining, feel free to ignore - but the bitterness has to go somewhere i guess. i stumbled through the entire school system, every single teacher/professor i had was like "oooh, you're really good, i expect great things from you" and then did EXACTLY NOTHING to help with that - on the contrary, they actively hindered me by insisting on petty bureaucratic bullshit. so now i'm stuck with a mediocre upper-level graduation paper that makes me a "specialist worker" but also bars me from studying any of the things i actually could get through despite my issues; and i can't keep any job, because, despite outperforming pretty much everyone in productivity in all my jobs, i can't get consistent attendence rates, and HR shift planners hate that.

welp, i'll try to work on the project(s) at least. don't want to disappoint everyone here as much as i'm disappointing myself and everyone else.

(also, it feels so fucking weird to add tags to this, like... my immediate reaction is "huh? i'm not writing this to get attention, i don't need tags!"; but then i realize i am absolutely doing this for attention, because note number go up makes brain give dopamine shot like one of these early 2000s coin machines where you'd get grimy 10 year old candy if you tricked the mechanism into working... still not adding all the diagnosis tags though this time, the guilt i'd feel over this isn't worth the potential extra readers)

#aaaaaaaaaa #work is hell #work life

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josefavomjaaga · 1 day

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"All those promises have gone up in smoke..."

As mentioned several times already, when Eugène in June 1805 received that glorious post of Dork on Duty Viceroy of Italy, he did so quite unexpectedly. And while Hortense casually mentions that Eugène being elevated to such honours had caused quite some "humeur" in the family, in particular from Murat, the freshly chosen viceroy himself was equally exasperated at being thus abandoned to the hostile Lombardian wilderness left alone in Milan.

He actually had received Napoleon's promise for two trips to Paris every year. We know what became of it, the first time Eugène would return to France was in late 1809, to see his mother leave the Tuileries. If he already suspected as much or not, in any case he also, before the French court said Arrividerci and returned home, demanded from everybody who would listen that they absolutely needed to write to him!

At least that is what can be guessed from a passage in a letter to his sister Hortense, dated Monza, 9 August 1805. (There is a -minor?- caveat to this letter: it's not an original, but apparently a copy, from a notebook in Hortense's possession. The original seems to be lost. A caveat because I have already seen in other places that whoever put together these copies, and for whatever purpose - yes, I am looking at you, Madame la Reine! - in some cases has taken quite some liberties with the original text.)

[...] Would you believe, my sister, that since I took leave of Mama she has not written to me or even sent me any news of her? You wouldn't believe the pain it's causing me. She cried so much when she left me, she told me so many times that she would lose her only support […]

… and then someone showed her the latest fashion catalogue on the way back to Paris and everything else was forgotten. Come on, Eugène, you should know your mum by now.

But it's not only her.

[...] Madame de la Rochefoucauld had promised to write to me. Bessières was supposed to write me a line every morning; I have only received one letter from him so far. Clarke never sent me a word. In the end, all those promises went up in smoke. My good Hortense, Lavalette and my friend Duroc are the only ones who have not forgotten me. [...]

His righteous indignation at such treatment clearly audible, echoing through two centuries. And it is indeed a bit astonishing to see Eugène, who had been generally well-liked, even admired during the Consulate, so quickly abandonned to himself. Maybe it's just how royal courts work, or at least how Napoleon's court worked: if you are not there, under the eyes of the Master, you're unimportant.

Or maybe Eugène, 24, out of his depth with his new task, overwhelmed with work he was not used to and did not cherish much, desperate at having to displease somebody whatever he did, exaggerated. A little. His desperate pleas would seize rather quickly a year later, after his marriage.

But there's still some time to go until then. And before it happened, best buddy Bessières who had promised to write every morning and now could not be bothered, surely would hear an earful!

Milan, 24 July 1805 [...] It is very wrong of you, my friend, to write to me so little, to forget me like this, and to not answer my letters at last. Every officer or courier returning from the great army has been questioned about your health and each one tells me: Marshal Bessières sends you his compliments, he will write to you with the first courier. And they all arrive with the same message. You have no more good reasons to give now that you are in Paris, so I commend myself to your friendship. Your faithful friend Eugène N

Your faithful and rather pissed-off friend, I might add. [Emphasis in the original text, btw, underlined] Eugène doubles down on it the next day:

Please be convinced, my dear Bessières, that the only soothing tonic I can have is news from you; I am flattered that I will already have a few letters on the way, which I will soon receive, and this idea sustains me.

However, it takes until 19 August until Eugène finally can tell Bessières:

At last I have received a letter from you, my dear Bessières. I confess I was beginning to think you had forgotten me. If you had promised me less, you might have kept more. I will write you a note every day, you told me; and I had only asked you for one a week, and that one, without fulfilling my friendship, would have satisfied it.

Bessie for once being a true Gascon, talking big and promising much, apparently.

Don't tire, my friend, of writing to me and thinking of me; I need to know that the people I love have not forgotten me. My lot is a fine one, no doubt, but it cannot stop me from regretting, and regretting very sincerely, my former life.

As we do not have Bessières' letters, there's no way of knowing what excuse Bessières gave for not writing as he had promised. Maybe the friendship always had been a one-sided thing and much stronger from Eugène's side, and Bessières was secretely relieved to be rid of this overly excitable oversized toddler he had been babysitting for so long? Though, admittedly, that would make me sad.

#napoleon's family #napoleon's marshals #jean baptiste bessières #eugene de beauharnais #italy 1805

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reggieandtheripoffmoose · 1 day

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I think one of the reasons I love Jegulus so much is because of the horrifically tragic "doomed from the start" trope (usually more prominent in canon-compliant fanfics)

There's just something about the trope that is so gut-wrenchingly sad and melancholic, but it also always leaves more of an impression on me. I crave it

It's one reason Romeo and Juliet was so enjoyable to study at school. Yes, I know there are issues with the relationship itself, but it's the idea of them being doomed from the start that I am talking about. The audience are told from the very beginning that they are fated to die, yet we all still somewhat convince ourselves they will survive until they die. Similar to They Both Die at the End by Adam Silvera. It's literally in the title and yet, the amount of people (myself included) who were convinced they'd both survive? For me, it was the fact that I felt the title was too obvious and it was a bluff so I decided to remain skeptical and not trust it. The ending hurt like a bitch

Romeo and Juliet is similar to the myth of Pyramus and Thisbe which is an equally horribly tragic story of two forbidden lovers who meet their demise

In canon-compliant Jegulus fics, we always know that they are doomed. From the start, we know they will break up and Regulus will go into that cave and die. I always know this but still yearn for the pain of it. Cathartic release can be a good feeling, honestly

James and Regulus were two souls intertwined, doomed to be ripped apart by tragedy

#marauders #marauders fanfiction #harry potter #james potter #jegulus #regulus black #romeo and juliet #pyramus and thisbe #they both die at the end

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synopsis: your husband shows you why you should get up this morning. warnings: mentions of depression, mentions of self-hatred, and mentions of suicidal thoughts if you squint. divider by @/saradika

“I don't feel like getting up this morning.” You softly told your husband.

Eren was taken aback. “What do you mean? You have to get up. I need you.”

“I'm sorry, baby.” You replied. “But I'm tired and I feel like there's no point in getting up. Like there's no reason to get out of bed.”

“…Oh.” Eren replied softly. “Okay, sure.” He quickly left the room.

You rolled onto your back, now staring at the ceiling. Why am I like this? You thought to yourself. I probably made him upset, and now he probably feels like he did something wrong to me…

You sighed. I hate myself. I hate that I'm like this.

You continued to think for a while, until the bedroom door opened again.

“Rise and shine, baby!” Eren said, pulling you out of bed.

“H–huh?”

“I made you breakfast. Get dressed and come eat!”

With that, Eren left the room. So… I guess he's okay? You thought, beginning to get ready. I wonder what he made.

When you came into the kitchen, there was a plate of pancakes on the table, specifically shaped into a heart.

You sighed, trying to push back the tears. “Thank you, baby.”

“Now, once you finish, get your shoes on.”

“Why?”

“Because I planned a fun day today to prove to you that it's worth it to get out of bed.”

You smiled softly, swallowing a bit of the pancake. “You're too good to me.”

“It's only because I love you. I hate to see you like that.” He picked up your empty plate and put it in the sink.

You put your shoes on.

“Ready?” He asked, offering his hand.

“Yeah.” You replied, taking his hand.

A few minutes later, you arrived at an aquarium.

“You said that you wanted to go to an aquarium a few days ago, right?” Eren smiled gently at you.

“U–uh, yeah…I'm surprised you remembered.”

He kept holding your hand as he pulled you inside, watching you look around in awe at the fish.

After the aquarium, he took you to a library, where you looked around for random books you felt like reading. While you were wandering around, Eren was looking for books on depression and how to help someone with it.

After that, you went to a cat café, where Eren bought you a beverage of your choice and you both played with the cats.

Next, he took you to an amusement park, where you two rode the scariest roller coasters together and quite possibly even got close to throwing up after.

Lastly, he took you to a park. Just a park with a playset and a set of swings.

He sat down on a swing and motioned for you to sit down next to him.

The night air was cold, yet you still felt oddly warm.

“How are you doing now, darling?” He asked you.

Your heart picked up a little. “I feel much better now, thank you.” You paused.

“Eren, thank you so, so much for today. It really helped. It made me so happy. I love you.”

Eren smiled. “I love you too, (name).”

Eren then picked up the pace on the swing, going as high as he could possibly go. “Try to keep up, (name)!”

Seeing this as a competition, you also tried to go as high as possible.

Once you both were tired, Eren pulled you into a hug.

“When I say I love you, I really mean it. Hearing you say that there was no point in getting out of bed— I couldn't take it. I wanted you to be able to see all the stuff you would miss out on if you didn't get out of bed.”

You smiled softly into his shoulder. “I think I realized something today.”

Eren pulled back to look at you. “Hm?”

“You're my reason to get out of bed.”

Eren couldn't help but smile. “Really?”

You nodded. “Yeah.”

He started laughing. “No way!” He spit out between laughs. “That's funny, ‘cause…”

“You're my reason to get out of bed too.”

#attack on titan x reader #aot x reader #eren yeager x reader #eren jaeger x reader #aot fluff #eren fluff #wabatle writes

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LN- All roads lead to you

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

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The end is close and I have a mind full of ideas...

Also, it's not on the sneak peak but this one will have smut ;)

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Chapter 7: Suzuka (sneak peak)

Shibuya, Tokyo, Japan

"So. Heard it's your birthday soon" he started. She smirked, then looked at him "I wonder how you know so much about me. Cause I don't tell you about myself unless you ask, and you don't ask much" he gulped "I don't…" "You always say Charles told you, but I don't think he actually does it" he looked at her "Don't you trust me?" "Well..." she moved her gaze forward "Trust more on him than on you. That's for sure" he chuckled looking forward as well "So how it's to almost be 25?" she locked her gaze on his and crossed her arms, then made a long pause before she started to talk again, like she was looking for clues in his eyes "Are you googling me?" he laughed "You're googling me!" She accused him while he continued to laugh "He is googling me, everybody!" she said to a group of people passing by them on the street "How did you get to this conclusion?" "No one knows I'm actually 24. When people ask me how old I am I always ask them 'how old do you think I am?' and when they guess, I say 'something in this range' but never really tell the truth. I think not even Lewis knows my real age. Plus I haven't ever told you about it" "Fine. It's a valid hypothesis" "Not a hypothesis, a conclusion" "Hypothesis, cause I'm not admitting anything" "Of course you're not". She kept silent for a few seconds before saying "Coward" "Hey!" she smiled "Yeah, my birthday is next week by the way" "What are you planning?" "Probably going out to dinner with a few friends" "That sounds good" "Yeah, don't want anything too big" "You and your friends only?" she raised an eyebrow "Are you inviting yourself to my birthday dinner?" "I said nothing" she laughed "If you want to be invited be a man and ask, bro" "I'm not going to ask if I can go to your birthday dinner!" "Okay" "Okay, then" silence again "But can I?" she smirked "I'll think about it, Landoboy" "Don't call me Landoboy" "Fine" she looked at her right and saw an ice cream shop "Look!" she pointed "What's it?" "Ice cream" "Wanna have it?" "Yes! But wouldn't that be bad for your diet?" "It can be our secret" she giggled "Alright".

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"What flavor do you want?" she hummed "Passion fruit! In the cone, please" she said like a child. He smiled "Passion fruit in the cone it's, then" "What about you?" he thought a bit "Same as yours" she smiled, reminiscing at the night they met when he asked her what she was drinking and picked the same as hers. "There you go, lady" "Thanks". She moaned at the taste of the passion fruit on her tongue "Do you like it" she nodded affirmatively "I really like it" he giggled "Why is it called passion fruit?" she asked "I don't know" "Do you feel passionate when you eat it?" he swallowed the ice cream and hesitantly answered "I... do feel passionate right now" she smiled "Me too" she stepped closer to him and touched his hand "Hey, Lando" "Yes?" "Can you kiss me right now?" he smiled "Yes, I can" then with one hand, held her jaw and approached his lips to hers till they touched. It was a soft kiss, to remind their lips how it was, that small peck in London at her front door wasn't enough. While his lips were busy being happy, his mind wished he could blame a yellow, sour, calming fruit for his feelings.

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Taglist:

@cmleitora

#f1 #l4ndo #lando norris #lando norris f1 #lando norris fanfic #lando norris imagine #f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #sneak peak

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boobear061 · 3 days

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One Night Stand

Summary: Tae Seol had a one night stand with Jungkook

Pairing: Jungkook x Tae Seol

Rating: 18+

Genre: Smut

WC: 5,806

Warning: Daddy kink, kissing, swearing, oral ( m & f receiving), nipple play, hand job, blow job, fingering, spanking, tied up, thigh riding, blindfold, window sex, mirror sex, hair pulling, face slapping, whimpering

~ Tae Seol's POV ~

I am here at the club having a good time, walked over to the bar area, sat down on the bar stool, looked at the people dancing in the dance floor, " Excuse me Ms. "

I turned around, the bartender gave me a drink, I looked at him in confusion and said " I'm sorry, I didn't order this. "

" That gentleman over there, * Point * bought you a drink. "

I looked at the guy, I gotta admit, he is really handsome, he smiled at me, raised his glass, I bowed, looked at the bartender and said " What's in it? "

The bartender told me what's in the drink and said " Don't worry, he didn't put anything in there. Trust me. "

I nod my head, grabbed the glass cup, took a sip out of the drink, walked over to him and said " Hi, thank you for buying me a drink. "

He smiled at me and said " You're welcome, anything for a beautiful woman like you. "

I smiled and said " What's your name? "

" Call me Jk, what's your name? "

" Call me Sol. "

He smiled at me and said " Have a seat. "

" Thank you. " I sat down next to him.

I took a sip out of the drink and he said " I hope you like the drink? "

I set the drink down, looked at him and said " The drink is really good, thank you again to buying it for me. "

He smiled and said " You're welcome. "

We get to know each other a little, I noticed his lip piercing, he smirked at me and said " What are you looking at? "

I blushed and said " Nothing. "

My favorite song came on, I let out a gasp and said " That's my favorite song. "

Jk smiled and said " Mine too, wanna dance? "

" Sure. "

We drank our drinks, walked over to the dance floor, Jk grabbed my hand as we walked, once we got to the dance floor, I looked around and we danced.

We danced to a few songs, a sexual song came on, we grind against each other, I wrapped my arms around his neck, he rest his hands on my hips, pulled me close to him and he surprised me when he kissed me.

I kissed him back, he deepened the kiss, pulled away, looked at me and said " I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself. "

I cupped his face with my hands, kissed his lips, he kissed me back, deepened the kiss, he pulled away from the kiss, looked at me and said " How about we go somewhere private? "

" Sure, lead the way. "

He grabbed my hand, we walked over to the bar, Jk talked to the bartender, he nod his head, Jk looked at me and said " Let's go. "

I followed him up to the stairs, we got this hallway, he opened a door, we walked inside, he closed the door behind us, I walked over to the large window, and looked at everyone dancing.

" You know.. * Walked closer to her * We can see them but they can't see us. "

I smirked, looked at him and said " Really? "

He nod his head and said " Yeah. "

I turned my body to face him, he stand in front of me, rest his hands on the window trapping me, we looked into each other's eyes, he leaned in about to kiss me but someone knocked on the door.

Jk let out a sigh, moved away, walked over to the door, I blushed, turned to the window, heard him talk to someone, I turned around, and saw a man walked in the room holding a tray of alcohol and two glass cups.

The man left the room, I walked over to Jk, he looked at me and said " Wanna drink? "

" Sure. "

We sat down on the couch, he poured our drinks, gave me my cup, I thanked him and said " Thank you. "

" You're welcome. "

We drank our drink, talked for a bit, set the cups down on the coffee table, he leaned in, kissed my lips, I kissed him back, and he deepened the kiss. Our tongues fought for dominance, he lightly tapped my thigh, I straddled his lap, he wrapped his arms around my waist and I wrapped mine around his neck.

He pulled me closer to him, deepened the kiss, I slowly grind against him which made us both moan against the kiss, he pulled away from the kiss, we looked at each other with lust in our eyes, and I grind against him a little faster.

Jk leaned his head back, moaned and said " Oh fuck. "

I bite my bottom lip, rest my hands on his chest, leaned in, kissed his neck, he squeezed my ass and gave it a spank which made me moan against his neck. I moved away from his neck, looked at him, he leaned in, kissed my lips, I kissed him back, he squeezed my ass again and gave it a spank.

He pulled away from the kiss, looked at me and said " I want you to do something for me. "

" What is it? "

Jk moved my hair to aside and said " I want you to ride my thigh. "

I blushed and said " Alright. "

" I want you to face the window while you're doing it. "

I nod my head, stopped grinding him, got off his lap, turned my back to him, he spanked my ass, I sat down on his thigh, looked at him, he leaned in, kissed my lips and I kissed him back. I grind against his thigh, he deepened the kiss, cupped my boobs and gave them a squeeze.

I moaned against the kiss, our tongues fought for dominance, he won, squeezed my boobs again, pulled away from the kiss, looked at me and said " Look at the window. "

I looked at the window, Jk kissed my neck, I grind against his thigh a little faster, he cupped my boobs, squeezed them, I bite my boom lip, moaned, he bring his hands to my thighs and gave them a squeeze.

Jk bring his hands higher, put his hand under my dress, rubbed my clit with his thumb through my thong, I let out a moan, and he whispered in my ear " You're so wet for me. "

" Jk. " I moaned.

" Call me Daddy, okay? "

I nod my head, he lightly spanked my clit which made me jump a little and he said " Use your words. "

" Yes. "

He spanked my left inner thigh and said " Yes, what? "

" Yes, Daddy. "

He kissed my cheek, pulled away and said " Good girl. "

Jk rubbed my clit a little fast, with his other hand he wrapped his hand around my neck, choked me, I moaned and said " Oh fuck. "

I turned my head to look at him, he leaned in, kissed my lips, I kissed him back, moaned against the kiss, Jk rubbed my clit faster, unwrapped his hand away from my neck and squeezed my boob.

I grind faster, leaned my head back, Jk kissed my neck, spanked my clit, I jumped a little, he moved away from my neck and whispered in my ear " I can't wait to have you underneath me and have you begging for me. I won't stop until I have your legs shaking, would you let me? "

I nod my head and said " Yes, Daddy. "

" Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum! "

" Cum for me baby, cum for Daddy. "

He rubbed my clit faster, I moaned, grind against his thigh faster and moaned out loud " Oh fuck, Daddy! "

I cummed, he kissed my neck, moved away, and whispered in my ear " Let's take this to a hotel, hm? "

" Yes, Daddy. "

He moved his hand out of my dress, I got off his thigh, face him, he got up from the couch, cupped my face with his hands, leaned in and kissed my lips. I kissed him back, he bring his hands down to my ass, squeezed and spanked it which made me moan against the kiss.

Jk pulled away from the kiss, looked at me and said " Come on, let's go. "

I followed him out of the room, we exit out of the club, he called for a Taxi, once one came, we stepped in and Jk told the man a hotel and we are on our way.

I looked down at Jk's hard on, rest my hand on it, gave it a gentle squeeze, saw him close his eyes, I moved my hand side to side, he gulped, looked at me, played with his lip piercing, leaned in and whispered in my ear " Keep your hands to yourself baby, be a good girl for Daddy and wait till we get to the hotel, hm? "

" But- "

" Shhhh, listen to me. You don't want to get Daddy mad, now do you? " He whispered.

I stood quiet, gently squeezed his dick, he grabbed my wrist, moved my hand away, and whispered " As much as I want to fuck you hard in this Taxi like a fucking cum slut as you are, you gotta wait. "

I blushed hard and he whispered " Can you do that, hm? "

I nod my head and he whispered " Good girl. "

A few minutes later, we arrived at the hotel room, he opened the door, looked at me and said " Get in. "

I walked inside the room, he walked behind me, locked the door, we looked at each other, with a blink of an eye, he pinned me against the door, cupped my face with his hands and kissed my lips.

I kissed him back, he lift me up, I wrapped my legs around his torso, he walked over to the bed, put me down, pulled away from the kiss, looked at me and said " Let's take this dress off you. "

I nod my head, he unzipped the back of my dress, I stepped out of it leaving me in my black lace set undergarments, he looked at me with lust in his eyes, took off his belt, I gulped and said " What are you gonna do with that belt? "

" Turn around, go all fours for me in the bed. "

I did what he said, he spanked my ass, I jumped a little, let out a gasp, he grabbed my arms, put them behind my back, and tied my wrists with his belt.

I blushed hard, gulped, he rubbed my left ass cheek and said " I want you to count every spank I give you, okay? "

" Yes, Daddy. "

" You're getting 20 count. " He spanked my ass.

I jumped a little, bite my bottom lip and said " 1. "

" 20. "

He rubbed my ass and said " Fuck, look at how red your ass is. * Spank her ass and rubbed her pussy from behind * Fuck, you're so wet for me, is getting spanked got you so wet? "

" Yes, Daddy. "

" Face your body to me. "

I turned my body around, looked at him, he took off his shirt leaving him shirtless, I looked at his full tattoo sleeve, he run his fingers through his hair, took off his shoes and pants leaving him with his boxers.

He cupped my face with his hands, leaned in, kissed my lips, I kissed him back, he spanked my ass which made me moan against the kiss, he pulled away from the kiss, looked at me and palmed his hard on.

He played with his lip piercing, squeezed his hard on, with his other hand he bring it up his thumb to my bottom lip, I sucked on it, he played with his lip piercing again and moved his thumb away from my mouth.

Jk took off his boxers, I blushed, he smirked and said " Get my dick all wet baby. "

I licked the shaft of his dick to the tip, he let out a moan, I looked up at him, he bite his bottom lip, and said " Open your mouth. "

I opened my mouth, he bring his hand to the back of my head, insert his dick in my mouth, thrust his hips, and fucked my mouth. I let out a moan against his dick, felt his dick to the back of my throat, he moaned and said " Oh fuck, your mouth feels so good. "

Relaxed my jaw, breathe through my nose, he spanked my ass which made me moan against his dick, Jk moaned, I closed my eyes, he spanked my ass and said " Open your eyes and look at me. "

I opened my eyes, looked at him, he thrust his hips faster, I moaned against his dick, he leaned his head back and said " Oh fuck. "

A few minutes later, he moaned louder and said " Fuck, I'm gonna cum. "

He thrust his hips faster, cummed in my mouth, pulled out, I swallowed his cum, he played with his lip piercing, cupped my face with his hands, leaned in and kissed my lips.

I kissed him back, our tongues fought for dominance, he bring his hands to my back, took the belt away from my wrists, and pulled away from the kiss. He set the belt on the bed, looked at me, unclipped my bra, threw it across the room, looked at my chest with lust in his eyes, looked at me and said " Lay down on your back. "

I laid down on my back, he hovered me, kissed my lips, I kissed him back, he pulled away from the kiss, gently bite down my bottom lip, pulled on it, let it go, and my lip slapped back in place. He kissed my neck, leave wet kisses up and down, kissed his way down to my chest, licked my left nipple, and blew air on it which made my nipple harden.

I let out a moan, he sucked on my nipple, with his other hand he pulled on my right nipple, I moaned, run my fingers through his hair and gently pulled on it. Jk moaned against my boob, he opened his mouth, flicked his tongue on my nipple, squeezed my boob and pulled on my nipple again.

" Oh fuck, Daddy. That feels so good. " I moaned.

He sucked on my right nipple, bring his hand down to my clit, rubbed it through my thong, I moaned again, with his other hand he squeezed my boob and pulled on my nipple. Jk rubbed my clit faster, I moaned, his mouth left my boob with a pop, looked at me, leaned in and kissed my lips.

I kissed him back, he moved his fingers away from my clit, cupped my boobs, squeezed them and pulled on my nipples. I moaned against the kiss, felt myself get more wetter, he pulled away from the kiss, leave wet kisses down to my stomach.

He rubbed my clit through my thong, I let out a low moan, he played with his lip piercing and said " You're so fucking wet, I can't wait to taste you. Let's take this off you. "

Jk took off my thong, threw it across the room, spread my legs open, he got in between my legs, kissed my thigh, kissed his way up to my inner thigh, he spit on my clit, looked up at me, flicked his tongue on my clit, I let out a moan, and bring my hand to the back of his head.

He closed his mouth, sucked on my clit, bring his index and middle finger to my mouth, I licked and sucked on them getting it all wet, he moved his fingers away from my mouth, slowly insert them inside my pussy and begin to finger fuck me.

I gasped and said " Oh fuck, yes that feels so good. "

He moved his mouth away from my clit, kissed my inner thighs, looked at me and said " You're so fucking hot Sol. "

Jk fingered me faster and deeper, I moaned his name, he sucked my clit again, the wetness of my pussy echoed the room along with my moans, Jk moved his mouth away from my clit, looked at me and said " Do you think you can handle another finger? "

" Yes, Daddy. "

He insert another finger, fingered me faster and deeper, I leaned my head back, moaned, fist the bed sheets, and he smacked his lips on my clit. I run my fingers through his hair, gently pulled on it which made him moan against my clit, I rest my hand to the back of his head and grind against his fingers.

" Oh fuck, yesss Daddy. Please, * Moaned * keep going. "

A few minutes later, I cummed against his fingers, he moved his mouth away from my clit, kissed my inner thighs, and pulled his fingers away from my pussy. He sat up, bring his fingers to his mouth, licked and sucked on them, I blushed, bite my bottom lip, he moved his fingers away from his mouth, leaned in and kissed my lips.

I kissed him back, he cupped my boobs, squeezed them, pulled on my nipples, he pulled away from the kiss, looked at me and said " Let's come up with a safe word for you. You know about safe words, right? "

" Yes, can it be purple? "

" Sure. "

He leaned in, kissed my lips, I kissed him back, he pulled away from the kiss, got off the bed, I looked at him in confusion and said " Where are you going? "

Jk looked at me and said " I'll be right back. "

He walked over to the bathroom, came back with a black silk bath robe, took out the belt, threw the robe on the living chair, walked over to me and said " I'm going to use this on you as a blindfold. "

I nod my head, he hovered me, put on the " blindfold " on me, kissed my lips, I kissed him back, he pulled away from the kiss, I let out a gasp and jumped a little when I felt him whipped my left thigh with his belt.

" Did it hurt? "

" No, you just caught me by surprise. "

" If it hurts you, just say your safe word and I'll stop. "

" Okay. "

He whipped my right thigh and said " Okay, what? "

" Okay Daddy. "

" Good girl, don't let me repeat myself or else I'm not going to touch you and you're gonna have to get yourself off. Got it? "

" Yes, Daddy. "

" Good girl. "

~ Jungkook's POV ~

I bring the belt to her boobs, whipped them not too hard, she jumped up, let out a moan, with my other hand I cupped my hard on and gave it a squeeze. I moved the belt to side, put on a condom, spit on her clit, slowly rubbed her clit with my thumb, she let out a moan, I played with my lip piercing, moved my thumb away from her clit and said " Are you ready baby? "

" Yes, Daddy. "

" Remember your safe word, what is it? "

" Purple. "

" Good girl. "

I slowly insert myself inside her pussy, she let out a gasp and said " Oh fuck! "

I bite my bottom lip, once I'm all the way inside her, I thrust my hips, let out a moan and said " Fuck, you feel so good. "

Sol's boobs bounced up and down with every thrust I made, she fist the bed sheets, I fucked her deeper, the headboard banged on the wall, and our skins slapping each other echoing the room along with our moans.

" Does that feel good baby? "

" Yes, Daddy. "

I lightly slapped her face, fucked her faster and rougher which made her moan louder and I said " I can't hear you. "

" Yes, Daddy!! It feels so fucking good. You're fucking me so good. "

I smirked, wrapped my hand around her throat, choked her, she moaned my name louder, I fucked her deeper, and kissed her lips. She kissed me back, our tongues fought for dominance, we both moaned against the kiss, and she wrapped her arms around my neck.

I pulled away from the kiss, looked at her, lightly slapped her face, choked her a little harder, with my other hand I bring it down, and rubbed her clit.

" OH FUCK, DADDY!!! " Sol moaned louder.

" Yes, say it louder for me baby. Say it louder or I swear I'll stop everything right now and you can get yourself off. Do it, * Moved fingers away from her clit and slapped her left inner thigh * I want everyone to hear you. "

Sol moaned my name louder, I leaned my head back, let out a moan, looked at her, fucked her rougher and said " Fuck, * Moaned * fuck, Sol. * Moaned * I love the way you feel against me, you feel so fucking good. "

I let go of her neck, grabbed her legs, wrapped them around my torso, fucked her faster, she cupped her boobs, squeezed them and pulled on her nipples. I got closer to her, kissed her lips, I kissed her back, we both moaned against the kiss, she raked her nails on my back, I moaned, pulled away from the kiss, looked at her and said " Fuck, Sol. "

A few minutes later, she moaned and said " I'm gonna cum Daddy. "

" Me too, beg for it baby. Beg for Daddy to let you cum. "

" Please, Daddy. "

I lightly slapped her boobs, wrapped my hand around her neck, choked her and said " You call that begging? Sorry baby, but you're gonna have to do a little harder than that if you want me to let you cum. "

" Please Daddy, * Moaned * I want to cum on your dick, please. "

I lightly slapped her face and said " You want Daddy to let you cum? "

" Yes, please Daddy! I want to cum, please. "

" Cum for me baby, cum for Daddy. " I fucked her rougher, deeper and faster.

We both cummed, I unwrapped her legs away from my torso, pulled out of her, changed my condom, took off the " blindfold ", we looked at each other, I leaned in, and kissed her lips. She kissed me back, I deepened the kiss, pulled away, looked at her and said " Go on all fours for me. "

She go all all fours, I spanked her ass, she let out a low moan, I spanked her ass again, and said " Put your hands behind your back. "

Sol did what I told her, I tied her wrists with the robe belt, grabbed my belt, tied it on her neck and said " Is it on tight? "

" No. "

" Alright. "

I spanked her ass again but harder, insert myself inside her pussy, she moaned, I bring my hands to her waist, and fucked her deeper.

" Oh fuck, Daddy! " She moaned.

I looked down at her ass bouncing on my dick, I gave it a hard spank, grabbed the belt, pulled on it which made her moved her arched her back, I whispered sweet nothings in her ear and gave her cheek a kiss.

" You love this shit don't you? You love it when Daddy is fucking my naughty little cum slut? * Lightly slapped her face * Huh?! "

" Yes, Daddy. I love it!! " She moaned out loud.

I let go of the belt, leave wet kisses down her back, spanked her ass, grabbed her arms, pulled her close to me as I'm fucking her rougher and deeper.

" OH FUCK, DADDY!! " Sol moaned louder.

" Yes, moan my name baby. Come on. " I growled.

She whimpered, I grabbed the belt again, pulled on it, she begged me to fuck her faster so I said " You want me to fuck you faster baby? "

" Yes, Daddy. Please, fuck me faster. "

I let go of her arms, hovered her, kissed her cheek and whispered in her ear as I'm fucking her deeper and faster " Your moans turn me on so fucking much. * Moaned * I love it. "

I let go of the belt, she turned her face, leaned in, kissed my lips, I kissed her back, we both moaned against the kiss, and our tongues fought for dominance. I pulled away from the kiss, moved back, hold onto her waist with my hands and fucked her harder.

A few minutes later, we both moaned each other's names, cummed, I pulled out of her, untied her wrists, Sol catched her breath, I spanked her ass, got off the bed and changed into another condom.

I walked over to her, squeezed her ass, spread her ass cheeks, spit on her asshole, watch it go down to her pussy, I bring my index and middle finger to my mouth and get it wet. I moved my fingers away from my mouth, bring them down to her ass, slowly rubbed her asshole and said " Remember your safe word. You ready? "

" Yes, Daddy. "

I insert my index finger inside her asshole, Sol let out a loud gasp and said " Oh fuck! "

I slowly fingered her ass, watched her fist the bed sheets, I looked at her wet pussy, leaned down a little, licked her pussy and flicked my tongue on her clit. I moved my mouth away from her pussy, insert my other index and middle finger inside her pussy and fingered her.

" That feels so fucking good Daddy. " She moaned.

I rubbed her clit with my thumb, fingered her asshole a little faster and said " You think you can handle another finger in your ass baby? "

" Yes! "

I rubbed her clit faster and said " Can you? "

" Yes, Daddy. I can. "

I insert another finger inside her ass, she let out a moan, I gulped and said " Fuck, you feel so tight against my fingers. Gotta stretch you out a little, I'm gonna fuck your ass like a little fucking cum slut that you are. Would you like that? "

She whimpered and said " Yes, Daddy! "

I fingered her pussy and ass faster and deeper, she moaned my name louder, I rubbed her clit faster, and felt myself get turned on more.

The wetness of her pussy echoed the room, Sol arched her back, grind herself against my fingers, she moaned my name louder and said " I'm getting close. "

I quickly pulled my fingers out, she let out a whine, I spanked her ass and said " Stop fucking whining, you're not gonna cum till I tell you too. "

" Yes, Daddy. "

" Now, spread your legs for me more. "

She spread her legs more, I lined up my dick to her pussy, moved it up and down, she let out a moan, I bring my dick to her asshole, and said " You ready? "

" Yes, Daddy. "

I insert my dick slowly into her ass, she let out a gasp, and said " Oh fuck!! "

I moaned and said " Fuck, you're so tight. "

~ Tae Seol's POV ~

I let out a moan, fist the bed sheets, he spanked my ass, rest his hands on my hips, thrust his hips, I closed my eyes and he pulled on my hair.

" Fuck, Daddy! Yess!! " I moaned louder.

Jk let go of my hair, pulled onto the belt, I arched my back, whimpered, he spanked my ass, fucked me deeper and faster, our skins slapped against each other faster, and we both moaned each other's names.

A few minutes later, we both cummed, he pulled out of my ass, I moaned a little, and he said " Get up. "

We got off the bed, he changed into a new condom, we looked at each other, he cupped my face with his hands, leaned in, and kissed my lips. I kissed him back, he lift me up, I wrapped my legs around his torso, he deepened the kiss and walked over to the living chair.

He sat down, I straddled his lap, our tongues fought for dominance, he won, pulled me close to him, I grind against him and we both moaned against the kiss.

I pulled away from the kiss, insert his dick inside my pussy, rode him up and down, we both looked at each other with lust in our eyes, my boobs bounced up and down with every move I made. Jk bring his hands down to my ass, squeezed and spanked it, we both let out a moan, he leaned his head back and said " Oh fuck, Sol. You feel so fucking good. "

Bring my hands to his chest, rode him faster and deeper, grind my hips against him, " Fuck, Daddy. "

I leaned in, kissed his lips, he kissed me back, spanked my ass, I deepened the kiss, he pulled me closer to him, thrust his hips, and we both moaned against the kiss. I pulled away from the kiss, leaned back, he rubbed my clit fast, kissed my neck, leave wet kisses up and down, I run my fingers through his hair, gently pulled on it and I rode him faster.

I switched positions to reverse cowgirl, rode him up and down faster, he spanked my ass, grabbed my arms, pulled me close to him, my back is on his chest and he thrust his hips faster.

" Oh fuck!! " I moaned out loud.

Jk rubbed my clit fast, whispered sweet nothings in my ear, gave my cheek a kiss, he fucked me faster, and lightly slapped my clit 3 times. I felt my legs shake a little, he kissed my neck, rubbed my clit again and gave it a slap, I closed my eyes and moaned out loud.

A few minutes later, he kept slapping and rubbing my clit fast, I felt my legs shake more, my pussy clenched against his dick and I said " Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum. "

" Me too, cum for me baby. Come on, cum for Daddy. "

We both cummed, I got off him, walked over to the bed, sat down, he got off the chair, walked over to me and said " You thought it was over, right? It not over until I say so, okay? Get up. "

I gulped, got off the bed, he grabbed my wrist, I followed him to the full length mirror, and said " I'm gonna fuck you in front of the mirror, I want you to see how pretty you look when you're getting fucked. "

I blushed, he pinned me against the mirror, the coldness of the mirror made my nipples harden and goosebumps rising on my body, he lift up my leg, insert himself inside my pussy, and thrust his hips. We both moaned, he took off the belt from my neck, threw it across the room, wrapped his hand around my neck and choked me.

Jk moaned against my ear and said " Oh fuck baby. "

I lift my leg higher, he thrust his hips faster, fucked me deeper, kissed my neck, I closed my eyes and moaned his name. He spanked my ass, I let out a whimper, he choked me a little harder, and talked dirty to me.

A few minutes later, we both cummed, he pulled out of me, lift me up, walked over to the big window, set me down, and insert himself inside my pussy. He thrust his hips, wrapped his hand around my neck, lift my leg up, and whispered in my ear " I want you to look at the people walking, I want them to see you getting fucked like a naughty little slut. "

I moaned out loud and said " Daddy! "

" Yes, baby. Moan for me, let everyone hear you. "

I looked down at people walking and he said in my ear " Rub your clit for me. "

I bring my hand down to my clit, rubbed it, he fucked me rougher and deeper, we moaned each other's names, I whimpered and he said " Fuck, you sound so fucking hot. "

" Daddy!! " I moaned out loud.

" Yes, fuck! I love it when you call me Daddy. It turns me on so much. "

He spanked my ass, stopped moving and said " Turn to me. "

I turned around, looked at me, he lift me up, I wrapped my legs around his torso, wrapped my arms around his neck, he pinned my back against the window, insert himself inside me, and thrust his hips.

I leaned in, kissed his lips, he kissed me back, fucked me deeper and faster, we both moaned against the kiss, and he deepened the kiss. I pulled away from the kiss, we both looked at each other with lust in our eyes, he wrapped his hand around my neck and choked me.

A few minutes later, we both cummed, he leaned in, kissed my lips, I kissed him back, he deepened the kiss, cupped my boobs and gave them a squeeze. He pulled away from the kiss, pulled out, put me down, moved my hair away from my face and said " You did so good, let me call a Uber to take you home. "

I nod my head, we cleaned up a bit, changed into our clothes, Jk called me a Uber, while we wait we ate some food.

We are here outside the building, the Uber came, Jk looked at me and said " I hope I can see you again. "

I smiled and said " I hope so too. "

We exchanged numbers, he cupped my face with his hands, leaned in and kissed my lips. I kissed him back, he pulled away from the kiss, looked at me and said " Text me when you get home. "

I nod my head and said " I will, bye. "

" Bye. "

I stepped in the car, he closed the door behind me, I waved at him, he waved back, the driver drove away and I am on my way home.

I arrived at home, I tip toed to my room, passed my brother Taehyung's room, once I got to my room, I charged my phone, and did my routine. Once I'm done, laid down on my bed, grabbed my phone from the nightstand and send Jk a message:

Me: Hey Jk, I just got home.

Jk: Alright beautiful, sweet dreams.

I set my phone back on the nightstand and go to sleep.

* Morning *

I woke up, did my routine, grabbed my phone, walked out of my bedroom, heard Taehyung talking to someone from the living room so I walked over there, " Oh, I didn't realize you had company. "

" Tae Seol, this is my friend Jungkook. "

I looked at him and let me tell you, he looks familiar, I feel like I've seen him before, " Hello, wait have we met before? "

" No, I don't think so. "

" Oh, sorry, you just looked fami- "

" Enough Tae Seol. " Taehyung said.

I rolled my eyes and said " Fine Taehyung. "

" And put some pants on. "

I looked down at my shorts and said " What's wrong with what I'm wearing? "

" The shorts are too short. "

" It's my house too Tae. "

I walked back to my room, felt Jungkook looking at me, when I got to my room, I closed the door behind me and thought to myself: I've seen him before, but where? Wait, it can't be..

* Flashbacks about the one night stand *

My eyes widened, let out a gasp and said " No way, this can't be happening. Jungkook is Taehyung's friend?! "

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