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And if he’d just sat down to listen, he’d have known that booking the diamond level lodge, at the five-star safari resort in South Africa, was the stupidest thing he’s ever done in his life. Considering he wants to see tigers.

You did try to tell him, but he thought you were trying to pull a prank on him. You’d literally never pulled a prank on him, he’s too nosey, you’d never get away with it. So why would you choose now, when he’s so hell bent on seeing tigers, to pull your first prank on him? He was adamant he was going to see the big five on this trip and you and your “little jokes” weren’t going to stop him.

The big five being lion, leopard, elephant, rhino and buffalo. There is no tiger. There never has been a tiger. But would he listen? No.

And so now you’re here, waiting to get onto the back of a safari truck with your best friend since university and all he can do is tell you how excited he is to see fucking tigers.

Maybe now he’d suffer as much as you’ve been.

You love spending time with Soonyoung. You love Soonyoung. For years you’ve been making that more than obvious. Relationships came and went as you tried to get over him, whenever he had a new girlfriend. But they never lasted. Because they weren’t him. You made his birthday cake every year, he visited your parents every holiday with you. And when you did try to distance yourself, deciding it wasn’t healthy to pine for a man who didn’t love you like you loved him, he wouldn’t let you. Said he needed his best friend or he wouldn’t be able to live.

So now you have to spend your days with people presuming you’re a couple, just for Soonyoung to shoot them down in flames and deny it before they’d even finished their sentence. Presumably the idea of him being with you made him so on edge and unsettled, he could barely stand to hear it. But you loved him and he was your best friend and so you were prepared to hurt yourself, if it meant not losing what parts of him you had.

“What do you think is taking them so long? You don’t think they’ve forgotten us?”

“We got ready twenty minutes early Soonyoung, they’re not even late yet.”

You can’t help but smile at him, sat on the bench in front of the lodge, waiting eagerly like a child waiting for the school bus. Every couple of minutes he jumps to his feet to see if they’re coming up the dirt track yet, just to huff and pout as he sits back down again. The temptation is there, like always, to reach for his hand to try and soothe him. But judging from the way he bit the head off the poor boy who was serving breakfast earlier when he asked could he “get you and your wife anything more to eat?”, he’d probably jump three feet into the air.

“I just wish they’d hurry up. Did you bring your camera? You always take such great pictures, I want to make sure we remember everything. OH! And, I found my battery pack, I didn’t drop it in when we went rafting like I thought…”

“Soonyoung.” You hold his arm, not really noticing how he instantly relaxes under your touch, “please calm down. Just…..don’t bank too much on seeing all the animals you want to see, the brochures say that there’s no guarantee of even seeing anything, let alone the big five.”

He scoffs, looking off down the track again to see if the truck is here.

“We’ll see them all. I know we will.”

Your heart sinks, how the hell do you get through to him that this isn’t going to end how he thinks it is? He’s spent the whole holiday looking forward to seeing damn tigers. All you can hope is that the safari guides humour him and then you can try and play it off as just bad luck. You hate seeing him sad, but in your defence, you did try to tell him. At least thirty times.

Excitement had been high within the first five minutes of the safari, a pride of lions was just casually laying around as you edged past them on the truck, Soonyoung poking you again and again to make sure you got some pictures of them. All you could do was try to focus on the lions when you felt his chest rest against your back as he excitedly leaned over you to make sure you were both seeing the lions. If he didn’t move off you soon, you’d happily go and offer yourself to the lions for brunch. It’s one thing to be in his presence it’s another when his body touches yours. It’s like your brain stops working and all thoughts are diverted down to your pussy. It’s harder to be excited about lions when all you can think about is how you’d feel if you could feel his weight against you as he uttered filth into your ear.

Fuck. You need to stop this. Once in a lifetime holiday. Not fantasising about how incredible your best friend would feel inside of you.

After the lions, things went quiet, a few native bird species were spotted that you managed to get some photos of, but other than that it was just the African scenery. To say it was beautiful was an understatement. It’s times like these you with you could paint or draw, the different shapes of the baobab trees were like nothing you’d ever seen before. Varying shades of green and brown blended in and made sure that the animals that didn’t want to be seen, weren’t.

Something pulls you out of your thoughts though.

“The big five? Lions, elephants, rhinos, leopards and tigers.” Soonyoung nods confidently to a perplexed looking tour guide.

Your stomach drops when you see the kind smile of the older man guiding you through the safari, before he corrects Soonyoung about what the big five actually are.

Silence.

Soonyoung just stares at the man. His safari hat sitting a little lopsided to match his frown. The guide goes back to driving the truck and slowly Soonyoung’s eyes find yours. You can pinpoint the second that heartbreak turns to anger and being the lion’s brunch is looking ever more appealing.

“I did try to tell you.” You murmur as he sits on the seat in front of you. Not even sparing you a glance.

Your heart breaks. You’ve been friends for years. More years than you can even remember and he’s never not spoken to you. Even if you were pissed at each other, he’d never ignore you.

You sit back in your seat, the trees you were admiring only a few moments ago, now getting more and more foggy as tears well in your eyes. You try to blink them away, feigning excitement when the guide points out the elephants in the distance, snapping a few photos that you’ve no idea are in focus or not. Soonyoung plays along with the guide, trying to talk about the animals and what’s going on. He doesn’t ask you to take photos, or giggle down your ear as you both lean out the same part of the truck. Just takes a few pictures on his phone and goes back to talking to the guide. Ignoring you.

You know you might be being a little dramatic, but the idea of staying in this hotel suite with Soonyoung activity ignoring you, is breaking your heart with every passing second. So you’ve done the only thing you could think to do. Called the reception desk and asked if they had any rooms available in the main hotel building.

Yes. It’s not the best way to deal with it and it’s fucking childish to behave like this over tigers. But it’s the only thing you can think to do. He has no intention of talking to you, this is completely uncharted territory where your friendship is concerned. Even when he tried to fight your ex-boyfriend for something so trivial you can’t even remember it now, you never stopped speaking to each other.

Your suitcase glides along the polished wooden floor with ease, making your way across the living area and towards the door. Soonyoung is sat pouting on a sun lounger by the pool so hopefully he won’t spot you as you leave. No doubt you’ll have to speak to him at some point, he has all the tickets and documents for getting home, but not now.

Even though you can understand that he’s upset. It’s still just a tiger. And you did try to tell him! The fact he’s reacting like this and treating you like this, upsets you more than you thought was possible. Your friendship obviously doesn’t mean as much to him as it does to you. And that’s fine. Well, it isn’t. But it will be, eventually.

He’s happy to just not speak to his closest friend, who he’s known since your first day at university, and that really bothers you. Why has he even brought you here? He’s hundreds of other friends and yet you’re the one he’s brought on this lavish holiday, just to treat you like shit. You never thought he’d treat you or anyone like this. And yet...you still love him. You still crave for him to wrap you in a hug and tell you he’s sorry for treating you like this, for not believing you when you told him and for blaming you about it now.

You hover by the door for a few minutes. You’re not even really sure why, maybe some small part of you is hoping that he’ll march up to you, pull your suitcase out of your grasp and apologise.

But he doesn’t 

Instead you make the long walk over to the main hotel building, past the happy couples on their holidays and families making memories they’ll cherish forever.

That was supposed to be you two, making memories that you’d cherish and look back on fondly. Smeared because of Soonyoung’s lack of animal knowledge and his inability to fucking listen.

Stupid fucking tigers. You hate them.

You thought a nice relaxing bath would help calm you down. Wrong. It’s only now you’re lying in a bath that’s only a little longer than your legs, in a bathroom where you can nearly touch opposing walls at the same time, that you’re really fucking annoyed with Soonyoung for how he’s behaved.

He’s sat in the middle of tranquil park, in a modern wooden safari hut, with not one but two Jacuzzi baths, modern kitchen and a huge flat screen TV, pouting by the private swimming pool. And you’re here. In a room you’re not even sure is a guest room. It was all the hotel staff had available and you’re certain the safari guide told them that you’d more or less ended your excursion looking like you wanted to kill each other. It’s lucky he did, they may not have wanted to help so much if he hadn’t 

But why should you suffer? He’s the one who didn’t pay attention in school. For someone who loves tigers so much, he clearly knows fuck all about them. He doesn’t deserve to meet a tiger. Not if he’s not even read a simple Wikipedia page, if he had he’d know he wouldn’t see one in Africa. And how can someone be so pissed off at seeing literal lions. If anything, they’re better than tigers. If he can’t see that, maybe he’s not worth your love after all.

Love though, that’s the fucking problem. You do love him. More than anyone or anything.  And it makes you want to fly to India and demand for a tiger to get on a flight back to the hotel with you, just so Soonyoung can see a tiger.

Hell you’d even happily wear a Tigger costume and bounce around Disneyland with Winnie the Pooh, if it meant that Soonyoung could meet some kind of tiger.

All of that though just hurts you even more. Because you’d do all of that for him in a heartbeat and yet he will just happily ignore you over something you can’t control.

A knock at the door pulls you from your plans of how to find a Tigger costume in remote South Africa. Shit. You thought you had more time before the room service arrived.

“Just a minute!” 

You rush out of the bath, wincing slightly as your foot slides and causes you to nearly do the splits over the edge of the bathtub. Even though the room is shit, they still had to heart to give you a fluffy robe, so you throw it on, wrap a towel round your head and rush to the door.

Oh.

Your heart hammers in chest as a frantic looking Soonyoung stands in front of you.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?! I thought you’d left the fucking resort _____! I had to bribe the man on the desk to tell me where you were!”

“Well I haven’t. And why do you care? You haven’t spoken to me in hours!”

You’re aware you’re effectively shouting in the hotel corridor. But you don’t care. How fucking dare he turn up here and demand to know what you’re doing.

“That’s ridiculous! I have a right to be pissed off!”

“No you’re right. You absolutely do Soonyoung. It’s entirely my fault you didn’t listen to me when I told you there wouldn’t be tigers. It’s entirely my fault that tigers aren’t native to fucking Africa at all. Let alone south Africa. It’s all my fault. Are you happy now? Leave me alone.”

“You could have told me properly!”

“What the fuck did you want me to do?! Put on my best David Attenborough voice and tell you where tigers are native to?!” 

“They’re literally in the Lion King!”

“But they’re not! You’ve just decided they are! They’re in Aladdin. They’re in the Jungle Book. Neither of which are set in fucking Africa! If all you’re basing your animal knowledge on is Disney, at least get it fucking right and stop blaming me!”

“But you should have told me!”

“I did!”

“I thought you were joking! I thought you were lying!”

“I WOULDN’T LIE AND HURT THE MAN I LOVE LIKE THAT SOONYOUNG!!”

Your whole world starts caving in the second those words leave your mouth. Soonyoung doesn’t say anything, just stares at you wide eyed, mouth opening and closing like an emotionally constipated fish.

So you do the only thing you can think to do.

You slam the door in his face.

If he can’t see you. Then it never happened. It was all just a bad dream, you must’ve dosed off when you were in the bath tub. You haven’t just told your best friend that you love him. That’s absolutely not something that you’ve done.

You peer slowly through the peep hole, hoping to see any empty corridor. To prove to yourself that what’s just happened, hasn’t, in fact happened. But he’s still there. Staring at the spot where you were not minutes ago.

Shit. Have you actually broken him? The idea of you being in love with him has caused him so much distress, that he’s actually started malfunctioning? Maybe you should call down to the hotel reception again, see if they’ve got a doctor. Or a therapist.

You’ll get dressed and then if he’s still there, you’ll seek him out some psychiatric help or something.

Your phone’s message tone gives you a much-needed reprieve, having dragged out getting dressed as much as you could. You’ve no idea why you treated choosing one set of shorts and tank top over another, near identical, pair of shorts and tank top, like you were choosing an outfit for an award show. But the longer it took, the less you had to deal with your monumental fuck up.

Soonyoung’s name flashes on the screen and you fight the urge to throw it in the trash. You had no idea your flight or fight response was just to throw things away or slam doors. But it’s best you’ve learnt it now. Rather than an actual emergency, you suppose.

You take a deep breath to steady yourself and slide your thumb across the screen.

Soonyoung: Open the door.

Simple, you think, just the right amount of caring for your friend without giving them false hope. You don’t move though. You may be an adult. But you’re not dealing with this. You’ll call your mom and dad to come and get you before you open that door to Soonyoung.

Soonyoung: Please. Open the door. You can’t stay in there for the rest of the holiday.

That’s where he’s wrong. You’re an expert in not leaving the house. You could quite happily sit on the sofa and not move for an entire day with not a care in the world. As long as you can persuade room service to deliver through the window. You’ll be fine.

Soonyoung: _____ this is stupid. We need to talk.

No. No you don’t. You need to find a way to develop a whole new life and personality before you have to face him again. Or find a way to join witness protection.

No more messages come through, maybe he’s given up on you. It’s not worth dealing with a weirdo who he thought was his best friend. Only to find out she’s in love with him. He probably thinks you’re some sort of stalker. He’s probably gone to find the local police, which if anything, would make your application for witness protection run that bit smoother.

You creep over to the door. The creeping isn’t really warranted but what with your wild ideas about stalkers and the police, you’ve freaked yourself out a little bit.

He’s gone.

He’s gone?

Your heart cracks and the pain that comes with it is like nothing you’ve ever felt. Yes, you knew he didn’t feel the same way. But you never thought he’d just leave you here. You thought he’d try to break it to you gently, like the kind, loving man you know.

But he’s just left you. In this gloried broom cupboard turned hotel room whilst he goes back to luxury. Just his replaceable best friend. You thought you meant something to him, even if it wasn’t love. Thought he’d help you get over the embarrassment, at least a little.

Yes, you were being dramatic. But you thought he’d at least get it. You can’t help who you fall in love with. Just like he can’t help who he isn’t in love with.

Not even the lions would eat you now. They’d taste the bitterness of a broken heart and tell you to sort your life out.

Another knock sounds on the door but before you can even panic that he’s back, you hear a voice you don’t recognise.

“Miss _____? We’ve had a report of a gas leak! We need to evacuate everyone on this floor. If you could make your way down to the foyer, we’d be most grateful!”

“O-ok!” you stammer, panic setting in that in all the chaos in your mind, you might now actually die here.

You rush to get your suitcase, not having actually unpacked a great deal, grab your phone and leave the hotel room as quick as you can.

Tears well in your eyes again. This is exactly the situation where you’d call Soonyoung, knowing he always knows how to calm you down. How to make it seem like you’re the only two people in the world and no-one can hurt you when he’s there.

But he isn’t there. He left. He left when it got tough and now you don’t know how to cope with something like this on your own.

You’ll presumably have to move to a different hotel? Your broom cupboard sized room was the last thing they had. You can’t go back to the suite, Soonyoung wouldn’t want you there.

Luckily, you’re on the ground floor, so it doesn’t take long to get to the foyer. The staff are dealing with various customers who are panicking about the leak, so you decide to head towards the door. If the place is going to go up in the flames, at least you’re near the exit.

You jump when someone grabs your suitcase out of your hand. You knew you should’ve stuck with those self-defence classes because whoever the thief is, they’ve got your suitcase before you can even turn around.

“Soonyoung?! What the hell are you doing?” 

“Getting you to talk to me.”

He doesn’t wait, just tells a member of staff that you’re going back to your shared suite and marches out of the main hotel building  with your suitcase. Without waiting for you.

You stare open mouthed at the poor hotel porter before you brain catches up with you and rush off after Soonyoung, quickly mumbling a thank you to the porter.

He’s half way down the path back to the suite already. When the fuck did he take up speed walking?!

“You can’t just stomp off like this,” you tell Soonyoung’s back breathlessly, him still not waiting for you, “there’s an emergency, you know. It might affect us! We should have waited! What if the gas leak is throughout the whole resort?!”

You smack into him, clutching your nose which had taken the full force of his shoulder.

“Is your nose ok?” he looks at you emotionlessly.

“Do you care? It won’t matter when we’ve all been blown up because you didn’t wait to find out about the fucking gas leak!”

“There is no gas leak,” he rolls his eyes before turning around to start walking again, “I called from an unknown number doing the best accent I could.”

What. The. Fuck.

“You can’t do that Soonyoung!!”

You run after him but he’s not listening and he’s not waiting.

“That’s totally irresponsible. It’s reckless. It’s insane!”

“Anything else?!”

“SHIT,”  you clutch your forehead, “will you stop doing that!!! Fucking warn me before you’re going to stop at least!”

“Are you ok?”

“Like you care.” 

Nothing. He just glowers at you and then turns to keep walking.

You don’t see the point in carrying this on. Not if you want to make it back to the suite without a concussion. So you follow him silently, the last few feet of the way.

“In.” He opens the door and points at you to go in.

“I’m not a dog.”

“Get. In. The suite _____.” 

There’s a fire in his eyes you’ve never seen before. If you weren’t so pissed off and embarrassed, you’d be dripping.

You don’t let him know that though, you huff indignantly and flounce into the suite.

“Can you just get this over and done with?”

He wheels your suitcase into the living area, as you stare at him. You don’t see the point in sitting down. At least when he’s told you he hates you, you’ll be up and ready to run off or throw yourself in the swimming pool.

“What do you mean?”

Is he being serious? Or did you actually imagine that you told him you loved him. That’s surely not the case, you wouldn’t be so lucky.

“Just tell me you hate me. Tell me you don’t feel the same way. Just get it over and done with then we can forget it ever happened and try to get through the last five days here. Or try to change the flights or something. I don’t care anymore.”

He doesn’t speak. His tongue pokes his cheeks as his eyes narrow at you.

“This is a nice suite, isn’t it?” He looks around the place, like a real estate agent surveying a property.

“What?”

“The suite I’ve booked for us. It’s nice, isn’t it? The marble counters in the kitchen, the two huge baths. The private pool. It’s all nice, isn’t it? Did you pay for it?”

He decides now is the time guilt trip you about this trip. You tried to pay half. You did pay half. He transferred it straight back to you! He wouldn’t take anything off you for it, said it was his treat.

“I tried to pay for it! You wouldn’t let me!”

He nods, pursing his lips like he’s deep in thought.

“So you agree, I brought you here?”

“Obviously.” 

You really don’t see the point in this, why can’t he just tell you he doesn’t want to be your friend anymore. Instead of whatever the hell he’s doing.

“Do I do this for anyone else?”

“I don’t know what you do.” You shrug. “It’s none of my business.”

He mumbles something you can’t make out whilst he stares at the ceiling, collecting himself.

“You’re blind. And you’re being wilfully stupid.”

If his plan is to make you fall out of love with him. It’s working.

“Do you have to be so cruel?! I made a mistake. Why are you being such a dick about it?!” 

“I’m not being cruel! I just don’t see how you don’t see it! I bring you here, to the most romantic suite I’ve ever seen, fuck half the glasses are shaped like hearts ______! I can’t go a fucking day without speaking to you! And it’s been that way for years! And you don’t see that I feel exactly the same way as you!”

You turn around and open the door to the pool. Air. You need air and possibly vodka.

“Why is your default thing to do when something happens, to walk through or close doors. Just stay in one place for fucks sake.”

He runs in front of you, holding your shoulders so you can stomp no further.

“Did you hear what I said?” 

You can’t even speak, there’s too many emotions whirling round your brain. You’ve gone from tigers to being blown up by a gas leak to finding out Soonyoung feels the same, in about ten minutes.

So you nod at him.

“You’re not going to speak?”

You really want to. But what do you even say? And now he’s smirking at you, your mind is reeling even more.

“Can I show you?” he hums, eyebrow raising cockily.

Well now your brain does finally catch up with you.

“Here?!”

“Oh you can speak! Yes here. Why not? It’s a private hut ______.”

“There could be people in the wilderness!”

“I don’t know where your mind went ______. Maybe I just wanted to finally kiss you.”

Your cheeks heat instantly. Why did you presume that he meant sex?! This day is just going from bad to worse, panic is rising in you and you just want to run away. Again.

“Don’t worry,” you jump when his hand strokes your cheek, “I meant exactly what you thought I meant. We’ve basically been living like a couple for years baby, it’s probably the only way I’ve got left to show you how much I want you. Everything else I’ve done has gone completely over your head.”

If he can make you tingle the way he is doing with how he’s talking. You dread to think what he can do with his body.

“B-but....here?”

“I mean, not if you really don’t want to. But there’s no one around and I don’t mind people seeing how well I fuck you.”

Shit.

“Exactly.”

“I didn’t realise I’d said that out loud.”

You look everywhere but in his eyes. You suddenly feel tiny under his gaze, not realising how intimidating Soonyoung could be.

“You haven’t said sorry.”

You might be a horny, emotional mess but you’ll be damned if he doesn’t apologise for taking out his tiger troubles on you.

“What for?” his hand drops from your cheek, a look of confusion overtaking his lust.

“I told you about the tigers. Multiple times. And you make it my fault! It isn’t my fault your teachers failed you.”

A smile quickly creeps onto his lips as he rests his forehead against yours, hands holding your waist.

“I’m sorry _____. I’m really sorry, but in a way I’m pleased. Because it’s finally got us here. And I love you more than anything in this world.”

“Well,” you sniff, finally looking at him, “that’s quite a good apology, I suppose.”

There’s a second of laughter before you finally feel what his lips feel like on yours. And fuck, it feels better than you could’ve ever imagined. And you’ve imagined what his lips feel like a lot. His hands move straight down to your ass to bring you closer to him, as his silk like lips glide against your own like they were always meant to.

You’re done waiting, you take the lead and plunge your tongue into his willing mouth, the groan that you feel on it only making your need for him grow even more. He doesn’t give you the lead for long, his tongue starts exploring your mouth like he owns it whilst his fingers grip your ass hard.

You hardly notice him backing you towards one of the wooden posts of the porch until your back hits it. Far more interested in the taste of his tongue and how you can feel his dick hardening against your thigh.

“Turn around.”

You don’t answer, just whine and chase his lips. If you turn around, how will you keep his lips on yours?! No. You can’t turn around, you’ve only just got him.

“Don’t,” a pinch to your ass, as his hand comes up to lightly wrap around your throat, “whine ______. Turn around.”

You curse the day you got drunk and told him your ex never man handled you the way you wanted him to. Soonyoung knows exactly how to treat you without having ever touched you.

You chance one last peck to his lips, chucking at the way he tries to keep his dominant persona up and turn around gladly. Hands holding onto the wooden post, back arched slightly, so you’re ready for whatever he wants to do to you.

“You’re such a brat,” he murmurs in your ear, hands moving to take your tank top off but making sure his dick presses into your ass, “waltzing out of here and staying in that tiny fucking room after I went to all the trouble to book this for us? Fucking rude.”

His twists your nipples through the thin bra you threw on earlier. Your ass jolting backwards to crash even more into his dick, both of you moaning at the impact.

“Tell me straight away baby, if you want to stop.”

You nod, giggling slightly when his lips kissing your ear, tickles.

“Wait do you have a condom?” you look at him over your shoulder.

“I don’t,” his eyes drop down to your ass, “but I’ve been fucking obsessed with your ass for years, so I’ll probably just cum on there.” He shrugs.

Your pussy clenches at the thought of him cumming anywhere on you but you can’t help laughing at the way he just nonchalantly decides where he’ll do it.

“If I want you to.” You try to recover any form of self-respect you had before going into this

“Oh you want me to.”

Your breath hitches when he twists your nipples again, you ass slamming into him again from how nicely it hurts.

“I saw the way you tried to stop your thighs clenching at the idea of me cumming all over you.”

“Know it all.” You roll your eyes but stick your ass out just a little bit more, hoping he might slap it.

He ignores you though, he seemingly won’t be told what to do, even when it comes to your ass.

Your shorts and panties are pulled down to your ankles before you even have chance to realise his hands are in the area and a quick peak out the corner of your eyes shows you that he’s managed to get his clothes off in record time.

If you’re honest, you weren’t convinced about doing anything like this outside where anyone could find you. But both of you standing here now, completely naked once he takes your bra off, has you trickling down your own thighs.

“You're incredible baby, so pretty.” His hands hold your hips, angling you exactly where he wants you. “You’ll look even prettier when I’ve marked you as mine.”

You can’t help it, a little moan breaks free before he’s even touched you properly and you here him chuckle behind you.

His fingers graze over your dripping pussy but much to your annoyance, he doesn’t do anything.

“I was going to taste you, or at least give you my fingers. But looks at this,” he tuts, resting his arm on your shoulder so he can show you his fingers, “you’re literally dripping ______. You’re that desperate for me? Think you can take me right now?”

You don’t even know if you can, the quick glimpse of his dick that you got when you looked back, proved what you’d always suspected. That he had a huge fucking dick.

You don’t know what takes over you.

“Fuck me, please Soonyoung” you whine, forehead resting on the wooden post just needing him to do something.

“Such good manners. Good girl.” 

The moan you let out is almost pornographic when his palm finally lands on your ass like you’ve been wanting this whole time. The sting of it only make your drooling pussy, drool all the more.

Soonyoung waits a second, you presume it’s to give you chance to back out but in reality, he can’t believe this is actually happening. For years he’s watched you completely bypass everything he’s done to show you how much he loves you, even shouted at strangers because he thought them presuming you were a couple, made you uncomfortable. But now you’re in front of him, perfect pussy dripping and ass that he’s admired for so long, already nicely pink from his hand. If he manages not to cum in the first minute, he’ll be proud of himself.

His tip kisses your hole and you try to steady your breathing as he finally breaches you. The first inch making you clench around him from how fucking good he feels.

Soonyoung reaches round to rub your clit, just light teasing circles, but it relaxes you just enough for him to slip his dick a little further into your greedy pussy. You can feel every ridge and vein as he rocks his hips gently into you, feeding you more and more of him until he finally bottoms out.

Your breathing is ragged, never having felt so full before, but wanting more and more from him all the same. His fingers are still teasing your clit, his lips pecking your shoulder knowing you need a second to get used to how much he’s stretching you.

“You good?” 

You don’t answer him in words, just slam yourself back onto his aching dick, a satisfied smirk resting on your lips from the groan he lets out.

But it has the effect you wanted. His palm striking your ass again but this time so much harder. Your pussy clenches so hard around him that he almost forgets what he’s doing but thankfully he recovers quickly, grabbing your hips and slamming his dick deep inside you.

He doesn’t even let you breath, the pace he’s setting his frantic, hips slapping into your ass so quickly you’re already close to cumming. You swear you’ve never felt anything or anyone as deep as you feel Soonyoung, it’s like his tip is just hitting your cervix every time he pistons into you and you can’t even think straight.

You’re certain there’s drool rolling down your chin, you’ve never understood how women can go cross eyed and stupid over dick. But you are doing. Right now, every time his perfect dick bullies its way into your sopping cunt. You swear if you didn’t have your head on the wooden pillar and Soonyoung’s hands so firmly holding your hips, you’d have fallen to the ground by now.

It happens before you even realise it’s happening. Electricity courses through your veins as you cum hard around his cock, him never stopping his punishing pace as you shake and wail beneath his hands. Tears stream down your face, one of your hands coming down to hold his arm, needing something to ground you from the way he’s lighting you up.

Soonyoung slows slightly when he feels your walls quivering around him, but he isn’t done. He can’t be, because he’s only just felt you and he’ll be damned if he’s stopping now. So he keeps a slow pace, enough for you to recover but not enough for him to fill you up with cum.

“You gonna give me another? Gonna cum all over my dick again before I paint your perfect ass with mine?”

“I.....d-don’t....can’t....know”

“You’re not making any sense baby. Be a good girl and use your words for me.”

You can still feel every vein dragging along your entrance, the feeling both painful from overstimulation but becoming more and more pleasant.

“I don’t know.” You manage to mumble out, arm resting on the post and other hand still holding his arm, nails digging in a little when he quickens his pace a little bit. “I think so.”

He pauses for a second, a chuckle falling out of his mouth when he hears you whine a little. It was just starting feel incredible again? Why would he stop now?!

“Do you trust me?”

“Of course I do,” you frown, turning as best you can to look at him.

His wide smile send a thrill straight your heart, then jumping a little when it turns into a devilish smirk.

“Turn back around then.”

You do, no arguing this time, his dick is twitching inside you reminding you that it’s there and you just want to feel him rail you into the post again. You haven’t got any bratiness left in you.

His hips rock quickly into you but his hands leave your hips for a second, moving slowly down to your ass, both of them giving each cheek a short, sharp slap before spreading your ass cheeks.

You feel something warm and wet land on your puckered hole and before you can turn around his thumb presses against your hole whilst his other hand goes back to your hip so he can start slamming back into you again.

The threat of him thumb on your ass hole has your head spinning and when he presses it into you slightly, stretching your ass hole just slightly with the tip of his digit, you clench so hard around his cock that Soonyoung moans along with you.

“Has anyone ever done this? Anyone ever used your perfect ass the way I’m doing?” his voice is strained, dick bullying your cunt as his thumb moves a little in and out of your ass hole each time he moves. “Or is it just me? Only me that’s played with both your tight little holes like this?”

He expects you to speak?! Now?! When he’s literally got both of your holes full of him?

“Jus’......” his dick hits that perfect spot that makes every part of you clench around him, “you. Only you.”

This only seems to drive him even more wild. His thumb pushes in a tiny bit more, not enough to be knuckle deep, just an inch, but it’s enough to make you want to feel more of him in you at some point.

His dick keep hammering into you and you can feel your second orgasm bubbling inside you. His fingers dig into your hip, dick bruising your hole and thumb unrelenting. One, two more slams of his perfect dick and you cum not just all over his dick, but all over him and yourself.

You’ve never squirted. Didn’t think you could but you can hear it splash onto the ground, a deep “fuck” coming from Soonyoung as he keeps his pace steady to ride your through your orgasm. And in all honesty, it’s like being hit by a bus in the best way possible. You feel like you’re drowning and floating all at the same time, every fibre of your being is shaking as your pussy clenches again at the impact of the orgasm he’s just given you.

Before the overstimulation can start to kick in, Soonyoung pulls out of you and within seconds you feel warm sticky cum land all over you ass. Trickling down your ass cheeks as he lets a moan, you’re not sure you’ll ever tire of hearing.

The whole thing is wet and sticky and fucking perfect.

His head comes to rest on your shoulder, hands soothing up and down your sides to calm you both down. You don’t know how long you stand there until your breathing finally slows down, only now feeling your heart in your throat as opposed to your whole body.

Soonyoung turns you slowly to look at him, his sweaty features matching yours. But it’s when you turn around you notice how wet the concrete is. Embarrassment floods your senses, you hadn’t realised you’d squirted that much.

His finger lifts you chin, diverting your attention away from the ground and the mess you’d made, to his eyes that hold nothing but love in them.

“Don’t do that. It was hot. It was perfect. You’re perfect.” He kisses your nose. “Have you ever done that before?”

“Never,”  you say softly, shaking your head.

“Well you’d better get used to it.”

His smug smile breaks through the embarrassment and Soonyoung, knowing he’s got you out of your own head, pulls you into him, your arms wrapping around him instinctively.

“Please don’t disappear like that again. I swear I nearly called the police to say you’d been kidnapped.”

He kisses your hair, holding that you bit tighter when you hum at the comfort it brings you.

“I just couldn’t stand you ignoring me and not speaking to me.”

“I’m sorry. It’s so stupid to get so upset about not seeing a tiger. I just wanted everything to be perfect.”

“I did tell you.” You pull back to look at him, amazed by how his eyes have changed from dominance and fire, to love and care.

“And I’ll listen from now on,” he kisses your forehead, “can’t have my girlfriend getting upset.”

You can’t help but grin at that, both of you smiling at each other like a pair of idiots in love. Although, you suppose that’s exactly what you’ve always been.

The credits roll on The Lion King, you and Soonyoung sprawled on the sofa, wrapped around each other having eaten your body weight in room service.

You glance up at him from your resting place on his chest, trying to hold back a grin from the confused look on his face.

“I swear there used to be a tiger in it. Have they re-edited it or something when they made everything 4k?”

“Just admit you imagined the tiger!” 

You sit up, looking at him in horror. How can he be so stubborn even when he’s wrong?

“But every other animal is there! Why not a tiger!” 

“Because they’re not from here Soonyoung! They’re literally from another continent!”

“Well they’ve no business being on another continent!”

“You’re the only person who can complain about seeing the big five.”

You shake your head but settle back into him, heart leaping when he wraps his arms around you to make sure you can’t escape him.

“Even you have to admit. A buffalo? In the big five? Utterly ridiculous.”

“I did think the fifth would be a giraffe. Buffalo caught me off guard. I don’t think any animal that can make cheese should be in the big five.”

You feel his laugh before you hear it, a loud rumble shaking in your ears.

“How do you know you can’t make Lion cheese?”

“Ew.”

“Yeah, that didn’t sound great.” He conceded, fingers tracing your skin.

He holds you closer as he laughs, both of you watching the credits roll, happy to not only have your friend back properly. But your boyfriend.

“I hated not speaking to you.”

“Me too. I’m really sorry, baby. I never should’ve taken it out on you. Will you let me make it up to you?” he asks, voice dropping devilishly low.

Your pussy tingles. It’s only been a couple of hours since he showed you how much he’s wanted you, out on the porch. But already you could take him again.

Your mouth hangs open though at what he does.

“Aladdin?!” 

“What?! I need to see at least one tiger! Your perfect pussy will have to wait.”

You huff and sit up, glaring at his smug face as he presses play on the film.

“Never mind. I didn’t want to do anything anyway.”

“You know you were right earlier, it should have been clear you weren’t lying about the tigers. Because judging from how fucking terrible your last sentence was, you’re a useless liar.”

“Just watch the film tiger boy.”

You can’t stay mad at him though, he pulls you into him and you spend the rest of the evening watching films, eating terrible food and laughing with your favourite person on the planet.

“Do you think they’ve forgotten us?”

You’re sitting at the same bench you had two days ago, before the chaos of the safari and your attempt to flee from the situation. But this time. This time you get to hold Soonyoung’s hand to calm him down. And fuck does it feel good.

The past two days had passed you by in a blur of laughter, swimming and love. You can’t even calculate how long you spent in bed, or on the sofa, or in the pool, or anywhere you could be near each really, feeling each other like you’d always wanted to.

But today you’d decided to go back on safari. The last time had been such a shit show that you both felt like you needed another go at it, to really take in all the wonders that the national park had to offer.

“We’re early, they’re not even late yet.”

His eyes soften when he realises history is repeating itself but realising, like you, that this time it’s so much more special.

“And we’re sure the big five definitely includes buffalo? Because I’m still not sure....”

“Soonyoung, we spent two hours yesterday researching this. You fucking traumatised me with those videos of the buffalos in the water, I’m not getting into this again.”

He doesn’t reply, just smiles at you whilst he squeezes your hand.

“What?” you stiffen slightly, still not fully used to him being like this with you.

“Just.... You’re so cute. I love you _____.”

“As much as you love tigers?”  you challenge.

“More than anything in this world.”  He replies proudly, placing a gentle kiss on your lips.

Before you can even reply, his head snaps round and he launches to his feet, dragging you along with him as the safari truck comes to a stop in front of you.

“You two look a bit happier!”

The old guide hops out and opens the door for you both to get on the truck, sending you a knowing wink, clearly realising something has changed between you both.

“You’ll never guess what I saw on my tour this morning.....a tiger!”

Soonyoung whips round, basically pushing you into your seat as he stares at the ranger in wonder.

“REALLY?!”

“No, Soonyoung. He’s joking.” You yank him down to sit in his seat, both you and the ranger rolling your eyes at how fucking gullible he is.

“Sorry, pal. Jus’ a little joke.” He pats Soonyoung’s shoulder as he goes to sit in the driver’s chair, checking you’re both ready to go before he sets off.

“It doesn’t matter anyway. I get to see the most beautiful creature I’ll ever see anyway.”

“What?”  you narrow your eyes at him, wondering whether you’ve missed something on the brochure.

“You.” 

Your cheeks flush as Soonyoung revels in how shy you get every time he says something like that.

You might not have found tigers in Africa. But you did find one thing....... Love.

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