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⠀ྀི◟ ͜ ✁ ──── (Do I wanna know?) If this feelin' flows both ways? Seong-je x fem!oc contains :: cursing , s3x (missionary) , kissing , VERY intimate !! a/n :: english is not my 1st language, ignore any mistakes !! + tysm for the likes for my prev one :3 so here we go !!

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Eun-jang High. Arisu never knew for what reasons did your parents sent you here. An all boys school? Seriously? She always asked - but the cold shrugging of their shoulders always said never to again. However, she was a human at last, curiosity gets the best out of man till the very last. What she predicted was maybe - maybe - it was for her future career. As a kid, Arisu knew her parents would drag her to the line of law, justice, and rights. She knew how it was behind the curtains. That faint smile? - All for the show. Each night ended with her curiosity winning its might sword. She always blasted Arctic Monkeys on her way to the school which reeked of cigarettes and bullshit. To bury herself in the world of heavy rock, to drown herself in music than the cat calls of boys passing by, or maybe to drown herself in an alternative path of life, name it and she found herself to be lost in music in any way. Each flipping pages carried her wisdom and knowledge but not her will to live or most of all - be in this school. Her favourite part? - when the day ended in that place. It was her Cinderella moment. Ironic, isn't it? It all changed one evening. While her old I-Phone blasted "R U Mine?", and her hands clutched on the navy blue backpack, she felt a slight tug from the back. She glanced back. A group of 3 to 6 guys looked at her with a ravenous gaze, as if plotting something. Her slender fingers reached for your left earbud, she felt herself stumble backwards. The main guy, who seemed as if he chucked 10 buckets of Korean Fried Chicken, forwarded towards her. "You're a pretty one, doll," He said, holding her gaze as his hand brushed your cheek. She froze, but before her mind could catch up, she heard an unknown yet familiar, amused scoff from behind them — his voice. “Yah! Didn't fried chicken give you enough sleep yesterday, or are you just unemployed?” he said, voice dipped in bored sarcasm, as if he’d walked in on a rehearsal for the world’s worst pickup line. The guys paused, thrown off, watching him approach with that unhurried confidence she hated admitting made her feel safer instantly. He didn’t shove anyone, didn’t square up—just moved like the whole scene belonged to him. Without missing a beat, his hand found her waist, fingers settling there with a familiarity that made your breath hitch. He drew her into his side, chin resting lightly on her shoulder as if he’d been invited. “Man, if you’re gonna flirt with my girlfriend,” he murmured, voice low and annoyingly amused, “at least try not to embarrass yourself.” The teasing lilt in his tone wrapped around you almost as tightly as his arm did—equal parts infuriating and grounding.

Her eyes glanced at his red blazer, not the blazer itself - the name tag. " Geum Seong-je " The name sat there in neat black letters, bold and unfamiliar, yet somehow fitting the way he carried himself — too casually confident, too calm for someone who’d just interrupted a group of six guys like he was stepping into a coffee line. He wore a clean and clear rimmed glasses, and had hair which was long but not too long. He definitely smoked cigarettes, there was a faint smell in the air of it. He had veiny hands - subtle yet fine, and had a smile which showed his gums - cute. She blinked. She didn’t know him. She had never seen him in her life. Yet here he was, acting like he’d been waiting for the perfect dramatic moment to enter the scene. He caught your stare and raised an eyebrow, tapping the name tag lightly with one finger. “Yeah,” he said, tone dry, “that is my name. I promise I’m not a hired actor.” Unfunny, she thought. "I don't know you," she said, and he simply smiled, or smirked. “Obviously,” he replied, lips lifting in a smug little smirk as he tugged at his blazer sleeve like he was modeling it. “Trust me, you’d remember me.” “Ohhh, Geum Seong-je,” the leader drawled, crossing his arms with a grin that was all teeth. “Look who decided to show up. The Union’s little golden boy.” His friends snickered, nudging each other, their confidence returning—not because they could take him, but because they loved poking at danger they knew well. “Didn’t think you’d crawl out from behind your precious captain today,” another taunted, tilting his head as if expecting Seong-je to bark back. “What’s wrong? Got tired of playing bodyguard for the elite?” Before the leader could finish his next smug sentence, Seong-je moved — quick, clean, and annoyingly casual, like he’d done this a hundred times. His hand shot out, fingers hooking into the guy’s hair at the crown of his head, yanking hard enough to injure, just enough to snap the guy’s posture forward with a startled choke. "Son of a fucker, you talk too much - tch tch - you even have dandruff," Seong-je said, as the leader whined. She held back a snicker. He hit the leader's leg and immediately he groaned. Seong-je snickered. The guys ran away in an instant, and he finally let go of the guy's hair and he, too, ran away. "I don't think I need a man's help for this," Arisu said as he looked at her. He raised an eyebrow, that smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Oh? Bold words for someone who just almost got flattened by a group of guys,” he said, stepping a little closer, voice dripping amusement. She opened her mouth, unsure if she was supposed to argue or thank him, but he didn’t give her a chance to decide. Instead, he leaned just a little closer, that smirk never leaving his face. “What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue?” He said. She rolled her eyes, but her cheeks betrayed her, flushing hotter than she wanted to admit. He noticed, of course. His grin widened like he’d been waiting for this exact reaction. “Relax,” he said, almost lazily, “I don’t bite… unless you ask nicely.” Her eyes shot up, and he laughed. He pointed a finger and said, "Don't forget, I will take the payment for this," Before Arisu could answer, he strode away, his converse making a noise to make her stay shut. She was in a frenzy of confusion. Was he going to be after her? The sound of her AM playlist mixed with her distant thoughts. ───────────────────────────────

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Right after then, she always heard his name. One way or another. He was in The Union, of course he was known. But why right after that incident? The faint image of his face, his hand on her waist reminded her name that week. Her friend group of 4 - Humin, Hyuntak, Jun-tae and Sieun, was not helping more. Hu-min, mentioned his name rather than he should. "Seong-je yah....he did...." or "That bastard Seong-je" were the phrases which made Arisu shoot up to look at her friends. Sieun, who watched the storm in silence, always caught Arisu in a disorientated state, as if she knew him or had a thing for him. One night, Arisu received a text from Sieun - " Do you like Seong-je?" Sent 12:23P.M " No?? Why ask ?????!!! " Sent 12:26P.M " No reason, but you acted so weird today, when Baku said his name after he found out Hyo-man was trying to join Eun-jang High again for The Union." Sent 12:29P.M " And? He isn't a great guy and Hyo-man was doing stupid so! : 3" Sent 12:39P.M Seen at 12:29P.M

She slammed her palm on her face. Fuck, did Sieun find her fishy, or was it his just another smart trick he pulled without knowing? She threw her phone across the phone, and slapped herself hard. GOSH! Why the fuck did she act like she was into him? She was not going to let another fucking moment to him, no, or so she thought. However, luck was not favouring her. She went to any ramen shop - he was there, gobbling ramyeon like it is his last meal. Every streets were catching sights of him. Gosh - she wanted to escape from him, even if it was for a day. She was cleaning the dishes at night-time. She was alone for the next few days, as her parents was abroad for a week or so. Her plan? Eat, study, watch a bit of The Office, and fall asleep. Simple. Her thoughts were broken by a simple bell ring. She was confused, yet wiped the remaining soap on her shirt and went to receive the door. Her heart felt racing at the sight of who it was - Seong-je. He stood there, his hands in his red jumper with black at the bottom, and his head leaned towards the doorframe. "Hello there," He said, taking a hand out of his pockets as he did a salute sign. She blinked, unsure if she should be annoyed, confused, or completely flustered. “W-what are you doing here?” she stammered, tugging at the edge of her shirt like it could somehow protect her from the ridiculous confidence radiating from him. Seong-je smirked, stepping forward just enough to fill the doorway. “Oh, nothing much,” he said casually, voice dripping with amusement. “Just thought I’d check if the most stubborn girl I know can survive a week alone without burning the place down.” She froze mid-step, the dishcloth slipping from her fingers as her eyes narrowed. “The… stubborn girl you know?” she echoed, voice sharp with disbelief. “Wait a second—how do you even know that about me?” Seong-je’s smirk deepened, like he’d been waiting for her to bite. He leaned casually against the doorframe, arms crossed, eyes glinting with mischief. “Oh, come on,” he said, tilting his head as if the answer was painfully obvious. “Do you really think someone like me just strolls around without noticing the little things? You? You’re hard to miss. Everyone knows your type—the girl who bites off more than she can chew and pretends she doesn’t care.” She straightened immediately, shoulders stiff, voice sharper now. “People like you shouldn’t be noticing anything about anyone,” she snapped, trying to reclaim authority. He took a step closer, smirk unwavering, voice low, teasing. “Ah, but that’s the thing. I do notice. The way you organise, the way you plan, the way you pretend to be untouchable—and yet, somehow, I can tell you panic quietly when no one’s looking. That’s the part that’s… fascinating.” Before she could straighten herself further or tell him to leave, he stepped fully into the doorway, not apologizing for the invasion of her space, just letting himself stand there like he belonged. Her arms crossed automatically, posture rigid, eyes glaring with a “don’t even think about it” warning—but he didn’t flinch. Instead, he leaned slightly toward her, just enough that she could feel the heat of his presence, his smirk dangerously close to smug. “You know,” he murmured, voice low and teasing, “all that stiffness… it’s kind of impressive. But honestly? It’s boring.” "Get to the point," she said. Her eyes narrowed, crossing her arms as if that could physically block him out. “So…this is a regular thing now? You just show up at my door whenever you feel like it?”

⠀ྀི◟ ͜ ✁ ──── content baku x fem!reader, kissing, best-friend trope, after basketball practice - NO s*x

pic credit :: @hannie-berrie !! (inspo as well)

Baku and you were unstoppable. Ever since you can recall, it was always you two who got detention, yet enjoyed it. All the scars on your knees? A recall for your adventures. Climbing up trees and walls were a thing for you too. If you were hurt by someone, he would make the person who hurt you in their most atrocious state. That's how great your bond is - or was. However, your eyes saw him as more of lover, while for him, a sister. A fucking sister. He always told her, "Y/N, your oppa is here!" and laughed. What seemed so funny to him, was your worst fear. You always thought... was this your image for him forever? Did he not see you more than what a sister can be? Always messed with your mind, these questions.

Both of you had a massive argument about 5 months ago. Over how your friendship was going to pieces. Hands moved across the air, fierce increased, with tension and heat. All he could give was his shitty excuses. You weren't up for that. You were not someone to eat a pile of cow dung. The solution to all was to end things for all. Or so you thought.

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"Soju Girls ahead with the ball, and there goes 1 point - !" The girls team were going ahead of the match, and you felt your confidence drop. What the hell? Did they just score? Amidst your thoughts, the ball already made a run for the hoop. You gave a big sigh, before wiping the sweat with the back of your hand. Hyeri, your team member, flashed a big smile at you as your team accumulated at the corner of the basketball court. "Girls, we need to get ourselves ready. We are 2 points away to beat them. I think we hold the capacity don't we?" You nodded. Naeun was a passionate team leader. She was your great friend, and always accompanied you with your decisions. "But Cheri is always making the goals! She is the MVP!!" On-jo exclaimed. "Hold your horses, I feel like we can do this, and we will," Jieun said. The team did a full on handshake before the adrenaline rush through the veins of the team.

Hoosh, shewsh, woop! You guys were on it. You guys beat up Soju Girls within no time. The last and final shot was by you, to which, led to Twiceria's victory. The girls came, mixed with sweat and excitement, hugging you tightly. Everyone roared with excitement, and with moans from the rivalry side. As you looked at your side, you see Baku, hands crossed over his chest, his eyes staring at you. He won the MVP Player yesterday for the boys' match, and despite your congratulatory message, he ignored you. However, you felt heat rise up till your neck as longer you were staring at him. You looked away quickly, yet from the corner of your eye, you saw his smirk. Gosh... what was with you today? ⠀ྀི◟ ͜ ✁ ────

You went to the old dressing room to change yourself. You needed a minute. To calm your pulses, dry the sweat...but most all, your heartbeat. Just when you wiped the sweat off your forehead and neck, you saw a familiar figure. Baku.

"Congratulations," he said, with a tone of dryness and hint of admiration. "Well- thank you," You said. There was a moment of silence. You thought of what to say, but also, why was he here? Did he see you stare? Was he here to argue?

He came closer to you, his red jumper making noises to the silence. You felt your breath hitch as he was close to you. "So, tell me, how did you win the match?" He asked. What? You had a visible momentary shock and confusion, and he chuckled. "Why ask?" You said, as you scoffed. He played with his tongue inside his mouth. He looked away towards the brown stained glasses. "Maybe, because I want to," He replied. What a weird thing to say.

You didn’t even flinch. You just crossed your arms, pretending you were calm, even though your pulse still hadn’t settled from the match. “I won because I trained,” you said, trying to keep your tone steady. “Not really a mystery.” Baku let out a quiet hum, one corner of his mouth pulling upward. Not quite a smile. More like he found you… entertaining. “Huh. Always this sharp with me?” he asked. “I don’t know,” you said, shrugging. “You bring it out of me, I guess.”

He paused, staring at you in a way he normally never did. It wasn’t cold, or annoyed. It was… curious. He took another step toward you, slow enough for you to hear your breath catch in your throat. “I noticed,” he said quietly. You blinked a few times, trying to regain your composure. “Why are you here, Baku? Seriously. You don’t usually come talk to me. Not like this.” He let his gaze wander around the old dressing room before settling back on you. “Maybe I wanted to see you after the match. Up close.” “What does that even mean?” you muttered, your tone defensive. For once, he didn’t snap back. “You looked different today,” he said, sounding strangely sincere. “You played like you were determined. Like you had something you needed to prove.”

You didn’t even realise how close he’d gotten until his shadow swallowed yours. His hands hovered at your waist — not touching yet, but close enough that your skin reacted before he even made contact. His hands caressed your waist, and he looked at you with lust, desire - and love. "W-what are you doing?" You asked, clearly flushed by the moment. He smirked, and said, "Guess." Was he actually going to? Upon your look , he buried his face in the crook of your neck, his lips ghosting your sensitive spot, before kissing and biting it. You let out an involuntary gasp - sort of a moan. He looked up and with a dash - kissed you. It wasn't a clean one, but a messy lustful one. He couldn't get enough. You tasted like the best thing in this world. Your skin? Like water, and your body? Oh my. You dug your fingers in his hair, pulling him closer. He let himself to you, he needed you, he wanted you. His mouth tasted like the softest strawberries on the tree, and his lips were softer than cushions. His tongue slipped in your mouth, tasting the insides of your lips. His hands slipped under your shirt, making direct contact with your bare skin.

Your body arched towards him, and he pulled back. You ran out of breath, but his lips were your need now. He looked lovely - with the messed hair, red cheeks, and your lipstick all over his lips. You couldn't comprehend his desire for you. He bit your neck, kissed your throat, and made it up to you. All those desires, wait and need for over how long he can count - he poured it to you. You, Maybe, maybe he can get used to those lips of yours - with the marks on his face obviously. wc ::

Baku and you were unstoppable. Ever since you can recall, it was always you two who got detention, yet enjoyed it. All the scars on your knees? A recall for your adventures. Climbing up trees and walls were a thing for you too. If you were going to get hurt, he would make the person who hurt you in their most atrocious state. That's how great your bond was. However, your eyes saw him as more of lover, while for him, a sister. A fucking sister. He was always told her, "Y/N, your oppa is here!" and laughed. What seemed so funny to him, was your worst fear. You always thought... was this your image for him forever? Did he not see you less than what a sister can be? Always messed with your mind, these questions.

Both of you had a massive argument about 5 months ago. Over how your friendship was going to pieces. Hands moved across the air, fierce increased, with tension and heat. All he could give was his shitty excuses. You weren't that. You were not someone to eat a pile of cow dung. The solution to all was to end things for all. Or so you thought.

⠀ྀི◟ ͜ ✁ ────

"Soju Girls ahead with the ball, and there goes 1 point - !" The girls team were going ahead of the match, and you felt your confidence drop. What the hell? Did they just score? Amidst your thoughts, the ball already made a run for the hoop. You gave a big sigh, before wiping the sweat with the back of your hand. Hyeri, your team member, flashed a big smile at you as your team accumulated at the corner of the basketball court. "Girls, we need to get ourselves ready. We are 2 points away to beat them. I think we hold the capacity don't we?" You nodded. Naeun was a passionate team leader. She was your great friend, and always accompanied you with your decisions. "But Cheri is always making the goals! She is the MVP!!" On-jo exclaimed. "Hold your horses, I feel like we can do this, and we will," Jieun said. The team did a full on handshake before the adrenaline rush through the veins of the team.

Hoosh, shewsh, woop! You guys were on it. You guys beat up Soju Girls within no time. The last and final shot was by you, to which, led to Twiceria's victory. The girls came, mixed with sweat and excitement, hugging you tightly. Everyone roared with excitement, and with moans from the rivalry side. As you looked at your side, you see Baku, hands crossed over his chest, his eyes staring at you. He won the MVP Player yesterday for the boys' match, and despite your congratulatory message, he ignored you. However, you felt heat rise up till your neck as longer you were staring at him. You looked away quickly, yet from the corner of your eye, you saw his smirk. Gosh... what was with you today? ⠀ྀི◟ ͜ ✁ ────

You went to the old dressing room to change yourself. You needed a minute. To calm your pulses, dry the sweat...but most all, your heartbeat. Just when you wiped the sweat off your forehead and neck, you saw a familiar figure. Baku.

"Congratulations," he said, with a tone of dryness and hint of admiration. "Well- thank you," You said. There was a moment of silence. You thought of what to say, but also, why was he here? Did he see you stare? Was he here to argue?

He came closer to you, his red jumper making noises to the silence. You felt your breath hitch as he was close to you. "So, tell me, how did you win the match?" He asked. What? You had a visible momentary shock and confusion, and he chuckled. "Why ask?" You said, as you scoffed. He played with his tongue inside his mouth. He looked away towards the brown stained glasses. "Maybe, because I want to," He replied. What a weird thing to say.

You didn’t even flinch. You just crossed your arms, pretending you were calm, even though your pulse still hadn’t settled from the match. “I won because I trained,” you said, trying to keep your tone steady. “Not really a mystery.” Baku let out a quiet hum, one corner of his mouth pulling upward. Not quite a smile. More like he found you… entertaining. “Huh. Always this sharp with me?” he asked. “I don’t know,” you said, shrugging. “You bring it out of me, I guess.”

He paused, staring at you in a way he normally never did. It wasn’t cold, or annoyed. It was… curious. He took another step toward you, slow enough for you to hear your breath catch in your throat. “I noticed,” he said quietly. You blinked a few times, trying to regain your composure. “Why are you here, Baku? Seriously. You don’t usually come talk to me. Not like this.” He let his gaze wander around the old dressing room before settling back on you. “Maybe I wanted to see you after the match. Up close.” “What does that even mean?” you muttered, your tone defensive. For once, he didn’t snap back. “You looked different today,” he said, sounding strangely sincere. “You played like you were determined. Like you had something you needed to prove.”

You didn’t even realise how close he’d gotten until his shadow swallowed yours. His hands hovered at your waist — not touching yet, but close enough that your skin reacted before he even made contact. His hands caressed your waist, and he looked at you with lust, desire - and love. "W-what are you doing?" You asked, clearly flushed by the moment. He smirked, and said, "Guess." Was he actually going to? Upon your look , he buried his face in the crook of your neck, his lips ghosting your sensitive spot, before kissing and biting it. You let out an involuntary gasp - sort of a moan. He looked up and with a dash - kissed you. It wasn't a clean one, but a messy lustful one. He couldn't get enough. You tasted like the best thing in this world. Your skin? Like water, and your body? Oh my. You dug your fingers in his hair, pulling him closer. He let himself to you, he needed you, he wanted you. His mouth tasted like the softest strawberries on the tree, and his lips were softer than cushions. His tongue slipped in your mouth, tasting the insides of your lips. His hands slipped under your shirt, making direct contact with your bare skin.

Your body arched towards him, and he pulled back. You ran out of breath, but his lips were your need now. He looked lovely - with the messed hair, red cheeks, and your lipstick all over his lips. You couldn't comprehend his desire for you. He bit your neck, kissed your throat

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Baku and you were unstoppable. Ever since you can recall, it was always you two who got detention, yet enjoyed it. All the scars on your knees? A recall for your adventures. Climbing up trees and walls were a thing for you too. If you were going to get hurt, he would make the person who hurt you in their most atrocious state. That's how great your bond was. However, your eyes saw him as more of lover, while for him, a sister. A fucking sister. He was always told her, "Y/N, your oppa is here!" and laughed. What seemed so funny to him, was your worst fear. You always thought... was this your image for him forever? Did he not see you less than what a sister can be? Always messed with your mind, these questions.

Both of you had a massive argument about 5 months ago. Over how your friendship was going to pieces. Hands moved across the air, fierce increased, with tension and heat. All he could give was his shitty excuses. You weren't that. You were not someone to eat a pile of cow dung. The solution to all was to end things for all. Or so you thought.

⠀ྀི◟ ͜ ✁ ────

"Soju Girls ahead with the ball, and there goes 1 point - !" The girls team were going ahead of the match, and you felt your confidence drop. What the hell? Did they just score? Amidst your thoughts, the ball already made a run for the hoop. You gave a big sigh, before wiping the sweat with the back of your hand. Hyeri, your team member, flashed a big smile at you as your team accumulated at the corner of the basketball court. "Girls, we need to get ourselves ready. We are 2 points away to beat them. I think we hold the capacity don't we?" You nodded. Naeun was a passionate team leader. She was your great friend, and always accompanied you with your decisions. "But Cheri is always making the goals! She is the MVP!!" On-jo exclaimed. "Hold your horses, I feel like we can do this, and we will," Jieun said. The team did a full on handshake before the adrenaline rush through the veins of the team.

Hoosh, shewsh, woop! You guys were on it. You guys beat up Soju Girls within no time. The last and final shot was by you, to which, led to Twiceria's victory. The girls came, mixed with sweat and excitement, hugging you tightly. Everyone roared with excitement, and with moans from the rivalry side. As you looked at your side, you see Baku, hands crossed over his chest, his eyes staring at you. He won the MVP Player yesterday for the boys' match, and despite your congratulatory message, he ignored you. However, you felt heat rise up till your neck as longer you were staring at him. You looked away quickly, yet from the corner of your eye, you saw his smirk. Gosh... what was with you today? ⠀ྀི◟ ͜ ✁ ────

You went to the old dressing room to change yourself. You needed a minute. To calm your pulses, dry the sweat...but most all, your heartbeat. Just when you wiped the sweat off your forehead and neck, you saw a familiar figure. Baku.

"Congratulations," he said, with a tone of dryness and hint of admiration. "Well- thank you," You said. There was a moment of silence. You thought of what to say, but also, why was he here? Did he see you stare? Was he here to argue?

He came closer to you, his red jumper making noises to the silence. You felt your breath hitch as he was close to you. "So, tell me, how did you win the match?" He asked. What? You had a visible momentary shock and confusion, and he chuckled. "Why ask?" You said, as you scoffed. He played with his tongue inside his mouth. He looked away towards the brown stained glasses. "Maybe, because I want to," He replied. What a weird thing to say.

You didn’t even flinch. You just crossed your arms, pretending you were calm, even though your pulse still hadn’t settled from the match. “I won because I trained,” you said, trying to keep your tone steady. “Not really a mystery.” Baku let out a quiet hum, one corner of his mouth pulling upward. Not quite a smile. More like he found you… entertaining. “Huh. Always this sharp with me?” he asked. “I don’t know,” you said, shrugging. “You bring it out of me, I guess.”

He paused, staring at you in a way he normally never did. It wasn’t cold, or annoyed. It was… curious. He took another step toward you, slow enough for you to hear your breath catch in your throat. “I noticed,” he said quietly. You blinked a few times, trying to regain your composure. “Why are you here, Baku? Seriously. You don’t usually come talk to me. Not like this.” He let his gaze wander around the old dressing room before settling back on you. “Maybe I wanted to see you after the match. Up close.” “What does that even mean?” you muttered, your tone defensive. For once, he didn’t snap back. “You looked different today,” he said, sounding strangely sincere. “You played like you were determined. Like you had something you needed to prove.”

You didn’t even realise how close he’d gotten until his shadow swallowed yours. His hands hovered at your waist — not touching yet, but close enough that your skin reacted before he even made contact. His hands caressed your waist, and he looked at you with lust, desire - and love. "W-what are you doing?" You asked, clearly flushed by the moment. He smirked, and said, "Guess." Was he actually going to? Upon your look , he buried his face in the crook of your neck, his lips ghosting your sensitive spot, before kissing and biting it. You let out an involuntary gasp - sort of a moan. He looked up and with a dash - kissed you. It wasn't a clean one, but a messy lustful one. He couldn't get enough. You tasted like the best thing in this world. Your skin? Like water, and your body? Oh my. You dug your fingers in his hair, pulling him closer. He let himself to you, he needed you, he wanted you. His mouth tasted like the softest strawberries on the tree, and his lips were softer than cushions. His tongue slipped in your mouth, tasting the insides of your lips. His hands slipped under your shirt, making direct contact with your bare skin. Your body arched towards him, and he pulled back. You ran out of breath, but his lips were your need now. He looked lovely - with the messed hair, red cheeks, and your lipstick all over his lips. You couldn't comprehend his desire for you. He bit your neck, kissed your throat, and my was he rough. After the intense make-out session, he murmured your name and smiled against your neck. He fell in love with his best-friend, and he did not regret it

wc : 6,243

note :: sorry if this is a short one!! this is my first time so im probably not the best! if any grammar errors, just know english is not my first language!! request if you liked this