#sorry...not doing much replies to threads today...

your jaw dropped and he just laughed again, pulling you in, telling you how cute you are when you panic.

then lately, he wasn't even wearing shirts to bed anymore.

some nights he was too lazy he just wear boxers that in the mornings you feel him pressed against your ass or thighs, hard and twitching through thin fabric.

you don't say anything but… it stuck in your head, your heart always race and your body becoming more curious.

what does it really looks like when he's turned on?

how big is it, really?

will he feel good just from being touched?

and ni-ki's all over you again, his bare chest against your back, face in your neck, breathing soft and sleepy. his hand were already resting on your waist under your shirt... you'd gotten so used to the way his crotch pressed against you at night—but tonight, you feel him getting harder again.

you turned slightly to face him, "you're hard again…"

your boyfriend let out a sleepy chuckle. "well, sorry. i love being this close to my girlfriend so much that it turns me on…"

you pouted into the pillow. "so you're just gonna sleep it away?"

he laughed softly and groaned into your neck. "babe, why are you so concerned about my dick?"

"i'm not! i mean—" you turned to look at him, flustered. "i'm concerned about you."

ni-ki opened one eye, "well, i'm not gonna die because of it, you know?"

you sighed heavily and kept thinking about it. he's right there. too close… and part of you just really wants to— "…can i touch it?"

his eyes opened and his sleepy expression vanished in an instant, "what?"

you met his gaze, more nervous now. "uhh, can i… touch it?"

"o– of course…"

you reached down carefully, hand sliding beneath the waistband of his boxers, you felt ni-ki's whole body shuddered.

he let out a low, breathy moan and leaned in to start kissing you slow and needy. your touch had completely jolted him wide awake. "oh, fuck… baby…"

your fingers wrapped around him, eyes widening slightly. "it's big."

ni-ki smirked against your lips, his voice got deeper now. "hmm, really? it's not even that hard yet."

you didn't have time to reply, he took your hand, and before you could process it, he actually spit into your palm.

"riki—?!"

"shh, trust me." he laced his fingers with yours and wrapped your slicked-up hand around his length, groaning as he helped you stroke him.

his cock hardened so quickly it startled you. it got even bigger, practically pulsing in your grip that your one hand wasn't enough anymore.

you looked down. "it's… not fitting."

ni-ki laughed breathlessly. "it's okay, you're doing so good. ahm, fuck, that feels good."

"do you want to suck it too?"

your lips parted. "i– i don't know how…"

he bit his lip before he kissed your jaw, his breath felt hot on your skin, practically warming you too. "i'll teach you."

he shifted both of you on the bed, ni-ki leaned back against the headboard as you positioned yourself between his legs. his boxers were halfway down already, his cock flushed and glistened in the low light...

ni-ki trailed his thumb across your cheek down to your lips.

"you sure, baby?"

you hesitated, heart pounding as your eyes flicked between his face and what was between his thighs.

"you don't have to," he added softly, other hand brushing your hair back. "we can stop here—seriously."

"no, i really want to." you replied, making ni-ki smile proudly.

you stared at his cock slightly twitching in the air, its tip flushed red, already glistening with his pre-cum. you'd felt it under his boxers before but seeing it like this, in front of you...

it made your mouth dry.

you swallowed, moving your fingers before your brain could catch up. your wrapped one hand around the base then adding your second hand just above it.

not enough.

there was too much of him to hold. his cock is too thick, long, and the pre-cum spills from the tip was making your palms even more slippery.

you gave him a slow stroke, then another. your hands moved tentatively, sliding up and down in clumsy rhythm. the wet slick sounds between your palms made your face heat up and your pussy clench. so erotic.

n-ki groaned low, his hips twitching slightly just from your touches. "oh, baby…"

you looked up at him, face burning even more. "i really don't know what i'm doing."

he reached for you instantly, stroking your cheek with the backs of his fingers. his touch was tender, ni-ki murmured. "you don't have to be good... just want you, you're already making me crazy here."

you stroked him again, faster this time, watching the way his face twisted in your grip. his tip leaked steadily, slick smearing across your knuckles.

"you can keep using both of your hands," ni-ki whispered shakily. "but… i think i'm gonna lose it the second you put your mouth on me."

"i wanna try."

your lips parted slowly as you leaned forward, tongue flicking out, licking to taste him first.

"shit—" he hissed, jaw clenched, head tipping back against the headboard. "y/n..."

you took him in a little deeper but your throat tightened immediately—you gagged, pulling back with a choked breath.

"it's okay. just go slow," he chuckled, panting as his hand gently rested at the back of your head. "don't push yourself too deep." though the deeper you went, the better it felt for ni-ki.

you nodded, trying again. your lips stretched wider, jaw already aching. spit gathered at the corners of your mouth as you bobbed your head fast. you wrapped one hand around what couldn't fit. he was burning hot in your mouth, heavy against your tongue, twitching with every movement.

god, i'm probably so bad at this…

his fingers curled in your hair now. voice breaking as he whispered through his gritted teeth.

"you're doing so good," he groaned. "your mouth feels so good..."

you tried to breathe through your nose. your eyes stung with tears.

his cock throbbed against your throat. salty, warm, very new to taste but his moans were so fucking addictive too that you just couldn't stop even if you wanted too.

you adjusted your angle, trying to breathe—but your throat flexed without meaning to, swallowing around him.

ni-ki's eyes widened, choking on a moan.

"f–fuck—baby, that—what you just did—"

you blinked up at him confused, still messy and teary, holding him steady in your mouth.

you did it again. let your throat flex around him, tighten your lips, letting him feel just how snug you were inside.

his thighs tensed instantly, hand clenching on your hair tightly, "…shit, i'm close."

you swallowed again, a whimper caught in your throat as your lips slid down further, his cock twitched violently in response, suddenly getting even bigger. he gasped, "wait—baby, almost there—don't stop."

you started to pull back, overwhelmed—but his hand stayed at the back of your head desperately.

"don't pull away—please," he gasped. "let me—let me finish in your mouth—i can't hold it— y/n"

you nodded and started sucking harder, bobbing your head faster.

ni-ki came with a loud, broken moan, hips jerking uncontrollably as thick spurts of cum spilled into your mouth. you gagged again from the volume, the heat, the unfamiliar taste—it's so much—but you swallowed all of it, trying to keep up.

you were shaking too now. your jaw hurts, your hands were messy and slippery, and your eyes were wet and full with tears—but you didn't stop until he was done and empty.

ni-ki couldn't stop groaning, whispering your name as he brushed your hair out of your face with the most wrecked look you'd ever seen.

it's second period. your teacher kept talking about something — but you're not hearing none of it.

your mouth had been on him less than twelve hours ago and all ni-ki can think about is the way you'd looked at him then — all soft, nervous, and curious, like he was something you wanted to figure out.

you're sitting a few rows ahead of him. head is bowed low, playing with pen in hand, pretending to take notes,

he knows you're not listening either.

your shoulders are a little tense, lips kept parting every time your mind wander. he saw you smiling to yourself — shy, spaced-out, those little smiles makes his stomach tighten.

you must be thinking about it too.

you have to be.

ni-ki adjusts in his seat, subtly shifting his legs under the desk, feeling his pants feel tighter than they should. and it's not like he's that hard-hard... almost. it's hard enough to feel it. enough to make him want to sneak away, press his forehead to a locker, and groan while palming himself.

he's been like this for a week. every class. every time he looks at you.

you've been giving him blowjobs for a week now and the flashbacks hits like static electricity.

the sound of you choking just a little, the sight of your eyes, glassy and wet, you're hurting but still looking up at him.

the heat of your mouth, the press of your throat, the way your hands trembles slightly as you touch him.

you made him fall apart.

and now he can't stop thinking about you, how would you fall apart for him too.

ni-ki's fingers tighten around his pen. his jaw flexes slightly.

he shouldn't think about it here. oh he shouldn't picture the way you'd sound if he had his mouth between your thighs, kissing, making out with your pussy, licking, sucking on your clit until you couldn't even speak—

"riki," the teacher calls.

he jolts slightly.

"y– yes?"

"do you know what group you're assigned to?"

his mind went absolutely blank.

"…uh, no."

the whole class shook their heads. ni-ki swallowed, tries to find a safe answer but fails.

"listen carefully next time," the teacher warned. "you're on group two."

you glanced over your shoulder and met his eyes. your face goes red immediately.

you're both so, so bad at hiding it.

later, during break, you catch each other by the lockers. ni-ki leans close, arms crossed as he towers over you, trying to be casual — and failing completely.

"baby... you were zoning out the whole time," you murmured. "what's got you so distracted, huh?"

his eyes flick down to your lips just for a second.

"you," he said, honest as ever.

you blushed and smacked his arm. "shut up."

"…i keep thinking about last night," ni-ki whispered, making your heart dangerously stutters.

"yeah?" you breathed.

he nodded slowly, eyes dropping back to your mouth, your neck, your body. he swallowed thickly, quiet but you can now practically hear the words he's holding back.

"i wanna make you feel good too."

"w-what…?"

"i just… i think about it. a lot." he pouted, eyes soft but looked stormy at the same time. "i can't be the only one who cums every night."

"not here, riki—!"

he grinned and bit his lip to stop himself. he held your wrist gently, seeking more connection, more of you.

the bell finally rang.

you step back reluctantly, adjusting your skirt and trying to breathe like you weren't just fantasizing about your boyfriend in a school hallway.

ni-ki stays leaning against the lockers, watching you walk away, hand slipping into his pocket. he pulls out your phone that you'd left at your desk this morning.

[cycle tracker] you're ovulating today!

"oh?"

a/n: random fic. just want to get some drafts out. this was supposed to be for a bad boy!ni-ki but it was too long so i had to shorten and throw away the plot TT i have so much in my drafts, i just might delete all of it. part two soon :p

“Oh, honey, that color would look incredible on you,” Janet said, holding up a deep emerald green top against your chest. Her fingers brushed lightly over the fabric near your collarbone, lingering just a second longer than necessary. “It brings out your eyes. Way better than anything that guy you’ve been playing with would pick out.”

You rolled your eyes with a laugh, trying to ignore the familiar edge in her voice. “His name is Andre, Jan. And he’s actually got pretty good taste and a sense of style. Ooo and he has very good music selection, he sent me a mixtape the other day and it has some bangers on it.” you playfully scoff.

“Mmm, a mixtape. How original,” Janet replied, her tone sweet but laced with something sharper. She hung the top back up with a little too much force. “Bet it’s all trap beats and generic love songs. You deserve someone who knows real music, baby. Not some… hobbyist.” You nudged her shoulder playfully as you moved to the next rack. “You’re such a snob. We’re just talking, okay? It’s not even serious yet.”

“Yet,” Janet echoed, smiling, but her eyes didn’t quite match the curve of her lips. “That’s the key word. Come on, let’s try these on. I want to see you in something that actually turns heads.”

The rest of the shopping trip was pure fun—laughing in the fitting rooms, modeling ridiculous outfits for each other, sneaking bites of the frozen yogurt you grabbed midway through. Janet bought you the green top despite your protests, and you insisted on getting her a pair of statement earrings that caught the light perfectly against her skin. By the time you left the mall, bags swinging from your hands, the earlier passive-aggressive jabs about Andre felt like distant background noise.

That night, after dinner at her place. She had a beautiful, sprawling house tucked away in a private neighborhood. you decided on a whim to stay over. “It’s late anyway,” you said, curled up on her massive sectional couch in comfy pajamas. “And I don’t feel like driving back. You mind?”

Janet’s smile was immediate and radiant. “Mind? Girl, please. I love having you here. Makes the house feel less empty.” She grabbed a blanket and tossed it over both of you, scooting closer so your legs touched under the fabric.

You were halfway through a drama series when a particularly intense kissing scene came on screen. The actors melted into each other, all passionate hands and parted lips. You felt your cheeks warm slightly.

Janet glanced at you, smirking. “Whew. They’re really going for it. Reminds me of my first kiss—backstage after a show, some cute dancer. Total disaster at first, but we figured it out quick.” She laughed softly. “What about you? Spill. Who was your first? Was it awkward? Sweet? Tell me everything.”

You went quiet, suddenly very interested in picking at a loose thread on the blanket. “Hey?” Janet prompted, tilting her head. “Hello? Earth to my favorite girl. Don’t leave me hanging.” You shifted uncomfortably. “I… haven’t had one yet.”

The silence that followed was heavy. Janet stared at you, her eye brows shooting up. “Wait. What? You’re serious?”

“Yeah,” you mumbled, avoiding her gaze. “I just… never happened. I’ve been focused on other stuff, I guess.” Janet sat up straighter, turning fully toward you. “Baby, look at me. You’re telling me no one has ever kissed those lips? That’s insane. You’re stunning. Like, drop-dead, ‘stop traffic’ beautiful. Men should be lining up.”

You shrugged, embarrassed. “It just hasn’t come up. Andre and I haven’t even been on a date really. Just texting.”

“He hasn’t even tried to kiss you yet?” Janet’s voice dripped with mock disbelief, but there was real heat behind it. “He must be scared. Probably can’t handle you. One look at you and he knows he’d fumble the bag so bad he’d need a refund.”

“Janet!” You grabbed a decorative pillow and hurled it at her, laughing despite yourself. She caught it easily and lobbed it back, grinning wickedly. “What? It’s true! Dude’s probably intimidated by all that beauty. But if you want to play like that, fine by me!!”

The pillow fight escalated quickly. You both scrambled across the couch, giggling like teenagers. Janet was faster, stronger from years of performances, and soon she had you pinned beneath her. Her body hovered over yours, thighs straddling your hips, hands pressing your wrists gently into the cushions. Her hair fell around her face like a curtain and her eyes sparkled with mischief.

“Got you,” she whispered, breath warm against your cheek. You squirmed beneath her, still laughing. “Okay, okay, you win!” Janet didn’t move. Instead, her expression softened into something more intense. “You know… I can teach you how to kiss. Just in case things get steamy with Andre or whoever. Practice makes perfect, right?”

Your heart stuttered. “Jan… that’s not- I mean, wouldn’t that be like cheating?” you look away, kind of ashamed if so.

She chuckled low, still on top of you, her weight comforting and electrifying at once. “Cheating? Baby, you’re not dating him. You said it yourself. you’re just talking. This is just… education. Between best friends. No strings attached.”

You hesitated, biting your lip. Her eyes were so close, so dark and inviting. The air between you felt charged. “I… I don’t know.”

“Come on,” she coaxed, her voice soft. “One little lesson. I promise I’ll be gentle.” Her thumb brushed lightly over your wrist where she held it. Reluctantly, you nodded. “Okay. Just… teaching.”Janet’s smile was almost immediate, barely can contain her excitement. She leaned down, her lips hovering just above yours. “Relax. Follow my lead.”

The first touch was super light. her lips brushing yours, soft and warm. She tasted faintly of the wine you’d shared earlier. You froze for a second, then tried to mimic her, tilting your head slightly. Janet hummed approvingly, deepening the kiss with expert patience. Her tongue traced the seam of your lips, asking for entry, and when you parted them, she slipped inside.

It was nothing like you had imagined. Heat pooled low in your belly as she explored your mouth, coaxing your tongue to dance with hers. The kiss grew hungrier. Janet’s body pressed more firmly against yours, one of her legs sliding between your thighs. She shifted, pressing her thigh right against your core through the thin fabric of your pajamas.

“See? You’re a natural,” she murmured against your lips before diving back in. The make out turned wet, open mouthed kisses that left you breathless. Your hands found her waist, gripping the soft material of her tank top. Janet rocked her leg against you deliberately. “Grind on me, baby. Like this.” She guided your hips with one hand, encouraging you to move. “That’s it. Feels good, doesn’t it?”

You whimpered into her mouth, the friction building quickly. You were inexperienced and the pressure of her toned thigh against your clit was overwhelming. You rolled your hips desperately, chasing the sensation while your mouths stayed locked. tongues sliding, lips sucking, and breaths mingling.

“I bet he can’t make you feel like this, huh?” Janet whispered between kisses, her voice husky. “All that texting and no action. Poor thing. But I can. I know exactly what you need.”

“Janet…” you gasped, grinding harder, faster. The pleasure coiled tight and sudden in your core. You’d never felt anything like it. someone else’s body and the control she had over you. It snuck up on you like a wave crashing without warning.

Your orgasm hit hard. You cried out against her lips, body shuddering as you came on her thigh, soaking through your panties. Your hips stuttered, thighs clamping around her leg as waves of pleasure rolled through you. When it subsided, Janet pulled back slightly, eyes wide with surprise and clear arousal. A slow, delighted laugh escaped her. “Did you just cum? Just from a little hump and some kisses? Oh my god, baby…”

Your face burned with embarrassment. “Shut up!” You pushed at her shoulders, scrambling out from under her. “I—I need to… bathroom. Sorry.” You legit bolted with your legs still shaking. you headed straight to the guest bathroom down the hall. The door clicked shut behind you, and you leaned against the sink, staring at your flushed reflection. Your lips were swollen, hair messy, and the evidence of what just happened was still warm between your thighs.

Outside, you heard Janet’s voice, soft but teasing through the door. “You okay in there? Don’t be embarrassed. That was the hottest thing I’ve seen in a long time. Come back out, beautiful. We’re not done talking about this… or practicing.” You took a deep breath, heart still racing. Part of you wanted to hide forever. The other part was still tingling from her touch. you wondered what else your best friend could teach you tonight.

Go big or go home, was the advice Derek Morgan had given him when he'd come to him for advice. Then, JJ had scoffed at Morgan's advice, and scolded Spencer for even going to him for it. She told him to do something that would mean a lot to you.

So, he combined both. 

He'd told you to dress formal, in something you can move in. That was it. Very loose guidelines, but he was sure whatever you decided to wear would probably make him stammer through a compliment regardless. 

It had. 

You'd opened your door to him standing dashingly at the step, jaw slacking as he quite literally drank you in. You'd flashed him a smile, and he'd reminded himself how to speak. 365 days, and he's still incapable of hiding just how infatuated he is with you. 

"Hi. Um, wow. Hello. You look beautiful," he'd breathed out, and you'd giggled, kissed him, then followed him diligently to his car. 

Then, he brought you here. A quaint Italian restaurant, tucked away in the corner of a block. Red, white, and green decorating the place, warm lighting, and smelling divine. 

"You could've taken me to a drive-in and I would've been just as excited, you know," you say, sitting across from him, through a mouthful of your wine. White, sparkling, and sweet. He'd ordered it before you'd even had a chance to fully digest the drink menu. 

Because, well, of course he checked to make sure the restaurant had your favourite wine. 

"Next year," he replies, affirming the deal with a small nod. 

"Can't wait," you smile. "This place is cute too, though. Very romantic."

"I think what we do next will be more fun, but you love pasta, so I just... figured it was a safe bet."

"You're overthinking it," you reach out to grab his fidgeting hands. "Stop it."

"Sorry," he stills his hands, then threads his fingers through yours. 

"Spencer, relax. Please. We've been on a thousand dates, this is no different."

"It's a little different."

You sigh. "No, it's not. You know what? I've officially decreed today is no longer our anniversary. It's just a normal date."

"I don't think you can do that," he chastises. 

"I can do whatever I want. There's no rule book for relationships," you shrug. "Chill out, before I shake you out of whatever nervous haze you're stuck in. That would be really embarrassing, in the middle of this restaurant."

"Okay," he clears his throat. "Anxiety gone."

"Thank you," you smile at him. "How was work?"

"Really?" he leans back in his chair, eyebrows shooting up. "You want to talk about my work?"

"It's just a normal dinner, so, yeah. Talk at me."

He's hesitant, studying your face for a second, before he relaxes again. "Boring. Paperwork. Reviewing case files. Oh, JJ wanted to know if you're coming to her birthday next month. She's getting numbers."

"Obviously," you shrug. 

"Okay. Great," he nods his head. "What about your day at work? I feel like it would've been a lot more exciting."

"Customers aren't exciting," you roll your eyes. "Had a lady tell me she didn't want coffee in her latte. Got angry when I asked if she just wanted hot milk."

"Because she obviously wanted a latte with no coffee," Spencer drawls, and you giggle. 

"Her exact words, thank you."

You fall into a small rhythm of talking about your days, only being interrupted twice. Once, to order your dishes, and again, to receive them. The food was perfect. You went on and on about how it's the best pasta you've ever had, even as you got up to pay, and left the restaurant with your arm looped within Spencer's. 

"I think you just think it's perfect because it's our anniversary," he points out, draping his suit jacket over your shoulders when you step out into the brisk fall air. 

"No it's not, remember. Normal date. Keep up," you scold, and his shoulders shake with quiet laughter. 

"Sorry."

He walks you right past his car without even missing a step. Even as you halt and attempt to tug him towards the vehicle.

"Hellooo, Spencer? Car's back that way," you say.

"We're not going to the car," he replies, placing his hands on your shoulders and guiding you forwards with practiced confidence. "I said I had something else planned. It's only a short walk."

Twenty minutes and three flights of stairs later, he comes to a stop. 

"A short walk," you mock his words earlier, huffing, "a short walk you said. Just a short, easy, breezy, twenty-minute walk."

"Are you okay?" he turns to you. 

"Am I okay? Am I okay? You just made me walk twenty minutes, up three flights of stairs, in heels. When you said something I can move in, I thought you meant, like, we're gonna be sitting on some funky seating or something. Not hiking a mountain. Seriously, Spencer, warn a girl before you—hey—oh."

He stops your rambling with his index finger hooked under your chin, tilting your head up. At first, you'd gone to protest, and then you saw it. 

Above you, decorating the sky, were stars. Thousands of them. Gleaming back at you with clarity like you've never seen before. Especially not in such a busy city. 

"This is the least polluted part of D.C.," he says, staring up at the sky with you. His hands find your waist, and he pulls you into him, spinning you around so your back is against his chest. "You can see five major constellations from here."

"Yeah," you breathe out, scanning the sky. As you twirl around, he moves with you, letting you take in all the brightest stars you can find, mapping out the constellations he knows you know all too well in your head. "Wow."

He's quiet as you take it all in, not daring to interrupt what is probably your brain working its absolute hardest to pinpoint the five constellations above your heads. 

"So, if you face this way," you turn, and he follows you, until both of you are facing south. "That's Aquarius," you point upwards, mouth agape in awe. "Because that's Sadalsuud," you pinpoint the brightest stars you can see, using your index finger to trail along the stars that complete the constellation. 

"And if you face... this way..." you turn again, this time northeast. "That's Cassiopeia, and that's Andromeda, which makes that Lacerta." He's following your every movement, a dumb, almost starstruck—pun intended—grin on his face. 

He follows you around until you've found the five major constellations, and all the smaller ones that surround them, pointing them out to him with childlike interest.

Your hands drop to your sides, and you keep staring in awe for a few moments longer, before you return your eyes to him, finding his gaze already on you. 

"Thank you," you whisper, gleaming with happiness. He's not sure he's ever seen you more euphoric, as if the stars that litter the sky were sprinkled in your veins, making you glow from the inside out. 

"Happy anniversary," he murmurs, and your cheeks hurt from how hard you smile back at him. 

"Yeah. That," you agree, looping your arms around his neck and standing up on your toes to kiss him. 

Everybody always said James looked cold and unapproachable. He always had earphones on, and despite listening to pretty happy songs, he still had a blank expression on his face that made people hesitate to ask him for help with directions.

But, it all faded when it came to you. You and your silly Monchhichi clips that you make him wear, accompanied by the matching Cheese Sandwich and Pinkie Pie bracelets you both had.

If it was any other person, he probably would've declined and just said "It's not my style." But, the second he sees you pull out random pink trinkets and thread insisting on — in your words — giving life to his earphones, instead of the word no escaping his lips, he would catch himself handing them to you.

He would watch you crochet pink thread around the wires of his earphones and add little charms in between, your tongue sticking out while your brows furrowed.

You were cute when you concentrated, he thought; and you earned a tiny smile from James, one that he would only show to you.

"What?" you asked looking up at him, your nose scrunched up. James just shook his head, his hand finding a way to pinch your cheek.

He always did that whenever he didn't really know what to do with his hands, he would squish your cheeks in all kinds of ways or take the hem of your shirt in between his fingers and fidget with it.

It was one of the habits of his that you favored.

"You're just being cute." He chuckled out, his whisker dimples giving his smile that familiar charm that always made your heart skip a beat. "I always am," you replied.

Your heart might have skipped a beat, but you always said things without skipping a single one. You were just quick like that. A cheeky expression was on your face as you continued on decorating his earphones.

It took you some time to finish them since you ran out of pink thread and had to ask James to drive you to the nearest craft store. He didn't need much convincing, you were already dragging him across gem sticker aisles and craft glue sections.

That day resulted in his now pink and blue threaded earphones, with My Little Pony charms hanging from them for good measure!

James touched his earphones, pressing them between his fingers while his other hand toyed with the little rarity charm. The thought of you made him feel all soft again.

He was listening to the new song the band had to practice today and he found himself nodding along to the lyrics and tapping his feet to the beat, which was unlike him, Usually he'd just sit down and listen to the song while staring blankly into the wall.

He was the first one to show up to practice, so luckily, no one would be teasing his cute accessories… Yet.

Soon, the boys arrived one by one, greeting each other and finding their instruments. James had tucked away his newly decorated earphones for safekeeping.

There was a bit of bickering between the two youngest boys but it quickly ended when Martin yelled at them to "Lock in."

Practice finally started, all the instruments playing together in harmony; not perfect, not yet, but it was good enough. James felt satisfied, and he felt a smile creeping up his lips.

When practice ended, he found himself being a little more talkative with the boys. He sat down beside Juhoon and became an active member of the conversation.

Keonho must've noticed a change in James, who was smiling and actually talking. This was a miracle.

"Hey," He started, looking at James with furrowed brows. "What's got you so happy today? I mean — you're not usually this talkative."

Martin nodded along, a teasing grin already on his face. "Right? Like, what's with the pep in your step, man?"

Suddenly, James remembered why he loved his earphones so much.

"I don't know what you guys are talking about." A lame excuse, really — but, how was he gonna tell his friends that he was in a much better mood because his girlfriend decorated his earphones and stuck a bunch of pink food stickers on his phone case?

With the shit-eating grin Seonghyeon already had on his face? No way, he did not plan on getting bullied today.

"You're talking more than I am." Juhoon added with a shrug, a playful smile present on his lips. James rolled his eyes, his members were unbelievable. Though, he couldn't help but question himself.

Was he really being that obvious? It wasn't hard to think about you, not when you had basically personalized all of his things.

It seemed like the members had moved on (not for long) and were talking among themselves, something about making 2016 TikToks.

James felt a buzz in his pocket then took his phone out. His eyes instantly lit up as he saw a notification from you.

Pinkie Pie 3:15 PM

Haii

I'm almost thereeee

James instantly locked in, phone in hand as he typed away with a goofy smile on his face, the sound of “Faded” by Alan Walker literally fading away as he messaged you.

Cheese Sandwich 3:15 PM

ok stay safe

see u babe

<3 <3

"James-hyung! Join in — Oh, what?" Seonghyeon looked down at James' hand, the brightly decorated phone case resting between his laced fingers. Seonghyeon’s expression wasn't one of judgment, more of… Surprise.

James furrowed his brows in response. "What?" Seonghyeon just looked at him and gestured toward the elder’s phone.

James realized too late. He was basically already writing a eulogy right now. He attempted to hide the evidence again, but it was too late. He had already been caught red-handed! Or.. Maybe, pink-handed.

“No! Hyung, it’s cool, seriously!" Keonho took the phone and looked closer at the phone case, inspecting all the little details. From the I LOVE YOU SO MATCHA! stickers to the tiny little gem ones. Soon, they all huddled up, aww-ing at James' phone case.

"Okay," James started, pinching his brows like an old man dealing with children, which was probably one way to describe this situation. "Can I have my phone back now?" He continued, which earned a shhh from Martin. James rolled his eyes at that.

James didn't really mind his friends of all people seeing the stuff you made for him. The thing is… they didn't even know you existed! And, of course, he didn't want to be teased each time they practiced.

"James-hyung... I think your MBTI has changed." Martin said, finally looking up from the phone case, his lips forming into a thoughtful pout. James deadpanned.

"…What do you think it is now?" He said with a tired sigh.

"C-U-T-E."

At that, the boys — excluding James — erupted into a fit of laughter. "Good one, Martin!” and “You're right!" echoing throughout the practice room. James had to hand it to him, it was pretty funny, but you couldn't tell with his expression.

"No, but seriously. Hyung, do you decorate this yourself or—"

Suddenly, a faint sound of jingling and heels clacking was heard from a distance.

"James!" you exclaimed as you ran up to him, Your bag charms jingling as you did. His eyes instantly softened as he saw you running towards him.

There were about ten keychains hanging from your bag and they all swayed as you greeted James.

"Hey, babe." His voice was as smooth as velvet as he pulled you closer. Looking like a lovesick fool, which he definitely was. He looked at his members (honestly forgetting they were even there), his eyes saying everything he couldn't say out loud. Not. A. Word.

Unsurprisingly, the members looked shocked. You were just so cute! Dressed in a frilly skirt and colored socks and just so unlike someone who would gravitate towards James.

You pulled away from James and you couldn't miss the tiny frown on his face as you did, you gave his members a friendly wave.

"Hi!"

you adjusted your bag from your shoulder, moving the heavy keychains away from the zipper. You take out a bag of gummies from inside, the plastic crinkling under your hands.

"Do you guys want some?" you said, shaking the bag of assorted candies in an attempt to ease the tension.

"…Can you decorate our phone cases too?" Keonho mumbled out.

"Keonho—"

"What? Just asking the important questions.."

You blinked at Keonho's question, it made you happy that somebody else was interested, your smile brightened, the worried glance on your face turned into a look of excitement.

You nodded at his question. "Of course! Maybe I can bring supplies next time." You offer him the bag of gummies, which he sheepishly takes and offers to Seonghyeon beside him. "I mean, if you don't really mind all the pink."

"Pink's my favorite color," he said. Your eyes widen, the soft smile on your lips melted into a chuckle. He did seem like someone who would like pink. "Really? It's also James' favorite." You say teasingly as you nudge your boyfriend's shoulder.

You could hear the boys trying to hold back their laughter. You honestly felt amused seeing how much fun they had by just teasing their fellow bandmate.

"It is not." James shook his head, his cheeks heated up as they continued laughing, no longer trying to hide it.

"It really is." You snorted, seeing James lose his cool nonchalant aura in front of his friends. You could see him fighting off a smile as he slung his arm over your shoulder. "We should get going."

You pout, looking up at James. Was he seriously trying to be a party pooper? Everybody — well, Keonho — seemed very interested in phone case decorating! You were just getting excited.

"Before this one exposes me even more…" James gestured towards you, which made you roll your eyes. "Aw, we were just having fun!" You were getting a kick out of teasing James. You made a mental note to apologize to him later, but he seemed just as pleased.

"Yeah, you guys are having fun." James countered, the response making you all laugh. The air was still filled with this awkward tension but it seemed to be cooling down with the amount of jokes being cracked.

James bid his members a goodbye and you gave them all another pack of candies, which couldn't be too good for their throats… But, hey, at least they were enjoying it.

You two walked hand in hand on the way to James' car, with you yapping his ear off as he listened intently. He always made sure to give some input so you knew he was paying attention, and it warmed your heart.

“I could've still decorated Keonho's phone case,” you mumble softly, toying with the ring on James' finger. “And Seonghyeon already had his earphones out, he seemed kind of excited.”

James' lips perked up, it was nice seeing that his friends had liked you so quickly.

"You'll have more time the next time you'll see them."

Martin was already texting him, asking if you could decorate his MIDI keyboard controller. Juhoon seemed very interested in your keychains. And, of course — Seonghyeon and Keonho were practically beaming when you mentioned bringing your materials next time.

You nodded in response to James. It was true. Next time, you'd bring your giant case of stickers and charms.

There was comfortable silence after you reached James' car. The slight hum of the engine turning on as he turned his keys. Before you left, James turned over to you, the faintest pout on his lips; if you didn't look long enough, you would've missed it.

"…What?" You tilt your head in confusion. He was being sulky all of the sudden. James tapped his fingers against your thigh, it seemed like the gears were turning in his head as he tried figuring out what to say.

"Uh," he started, his fingers stopped momentarily. “Please don't use the best stickers on the guys."

Was that it?

Before you knew it, you caught yourself laughing. Was he seriously worried about that?

"Okay, you know what? Nevermind. Ignore me. I didn't say that—"

"No! No, its—" Another giggle ripples from your chest, the sound making your necklaces jingle. "It's fine! Oh my god — you looked seriously worried!"

"Of course I am." He said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "I can't let the guys have your Hangyodon sticker collection. Please, babe. That's gonna be my next phone theme, right?"

You look at James and you feel like you're melting. He was seriously cute. Maybe even as cute as you, if that was possible..

You pat his shoulder, mustering up the most reassuring look you can, trying your hardest not to laugh at his adorable worried look.

"Yes, babe. Definitely, I'm already thinking about the layout and all that."

Relief washes through James' expression and he finally starts driving. Even his car was all cute, courtesy of you of course.

Smiskis lined up on the dashboard, stickers littering all over it, and the highlight of it all was two Monchhichis hanging from the rear view mirror.

"Hey," James called out softly, eyes still on the road.

"Hm?"

"I think I know what your MBTI is."

You looked at him, your expression was puzzled, trying to figure out where he was going with this.

"Uh, I think I told you once—"

"I think it's C-U-T-E."

Silence.

"Did you steal that from one of your friends?" You joked, and James let out an offended gasp. With how nonchalant he was with his friends, you wouldn't expect this sort of reaction.

"What? No. Absolutely not."

"Don't lie."

"Am not!"

You chuckle in response, shaking your head as you take his free hand. "It's okay, James." You lace your fingers together and press a kiss to his knuckles.

"I still love you," You could see the triumphant smile forming on his face. "Even if you steal pick up lines from your friends."

He groaned in response, his hand still in yours. "Way to ruin a moment." He joked, squeezing your hand three times.

You both laugh, you squeeze his hand one more time before letting it go so he could focus on the road once more.

James could be intimidating, but never to you. You cherished moments like this where he would show his soft side, something only you were able to bring out.

You haven't texted River since Saturday.

You're scared.

Scared that he won't think of you the same way as he did back then. Back when he knew you.

You've changed too much in ten years. He'll eventually find out that you're a loser who spends her weekends rotting in bed. He'll call you lazy just like everyone else.

So you figured it's best to avoid him at all costs. Sure, you'd like to text him. To see how he's doing. To ask him if he's been thinking about you as much as you've been thinking about him.

It's no use.

Dwelling on the issue won't make it go away.

It's time for work.

Today you have the opening shift, so you ended up having to wake up at 6:00 AM.

You grab the store keys from your bag and unlock the door. After you've put your stuff away in the backroom and put on both your apron and name tag, you step up behind the counter and get ready to open the shop.

By 8:00 everything is set up and you turn the sign hung on the front door from closed to open.

It's about thirty minutes into the store's opening when you see the man you've been thinking about all weekend. You look down before he can notice your staring, but you can still feel that his eyes are set on you from the moment he walks in.

Once he's in front of the counter you finally look him in the eye. Your smile falters. "Oh! Hi River...I didn't think you'd be visiting today..." you look down again to fidget with your name tag.

He sets something down on the counter. It's a book. "I wanted to surprise you. I also brought you a little something."

Hesitantly, you pick up the book in your hands and read the title.

Shit.

This was the book you would always tell River about wanting back when you were in high school. It was a pretty popular series back then, so you were never able to grab a copy. He promised you he would be the one to get it for you. Of course, after you cut contact with him you were able to find one. You never thought you'd see him again, so you didn't think twice about the promise he made you.

You look up at River. "Is this for me?"

"Yeah, you always did want this book, remember?" he replies.

You frown "Um...I already have this book."

"What? But you told me it was always sold out." River looks confused. You feel bad.

"That was ten years ago."

"But I promised you I would be the one to get it for you." The look on his face is desperate. He looks upset. You didn't mean to upset him. God, you're so stupid.

You just smile in hopes that he'll calm down "I wasn't thinking you'd be back in my life. I never thought you were going to be back in my life."

"Yeah! Yeah! Of course! I'm sorry, I'll take this back." he looks down, avoiding eye contact with you. "I'll just get a black coffee."

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You hate yourself.

You should've lied to him. Should've thanked him for the book and told him you were happy that you finally got it after such a long time of searching.

But you know he probably thinks you're not worth his time. River is a nice guy. If he doesn't like someone, he's not going to say it to their face. He's just spending time with you because he feels bad. Look at you, you live in a rundown apartment in downtown, you work at a minimum wage job, and you have zero social life. Why would someone as put together as River ever spend their precious time on you?

You look over at the coffee table where your phone is resting. You pick up your phone and turn it on. Opening your messaging app you immediately go to River's contact.

God you're a dry texter.

Could you at least be a little more enthusiastic? This was the guy you used to call your best friend.

Those are the thoughts going through your mind as you read through your message thread.

You close out of River's contact and are about to turn off your phone when you pause. Your eyes stay focused on one contact.

Mom.

You know you shouldn't, but you click on her name anyways. The last message you sent her was nine years ago. One year after you cut contact with River.

That doesn't mean she hasn't texted you though. Her last message was about a week ago.

Hi sweetie! Just a reminder that you're still invited to spend Christmas with us next month. It's been a while and I'm starting to get worried. Of course, if you don't want to that's fine! It would just be nice to hear from you.

Would it really be so bad to see your family again? You do miss them...then again, you cut them out for a reason. They don't need to see the failure of a daughter you've become. You're sure they'd disown you the second they see how worthless you really are.

You huff and throw your phone on the cushion next to you. No use thinking about that now. You're perfectly content to live like this for the rest of your life. No friends. No dating. You're fine.

Standing up, you decide to take a shower. You need to wash away the memories today brought up.

When you step out of the shower you once again pick up your phone. Turning it on reveals a message from the guy you were spending your whole evening thinking about.

Hey Y/N, I'm sorry about earlier. I didn't mean to upset you.

Huh? He thought you were upset?

no ur fine, i was just surprised

That's good. I hope we can still hang out. There's this new restaurant downtown I was hoping to take you to.

A restaurant? Isn't that the kind of thing you take a date to?

Snap out of it! Of course it's not a date. He's just being friendly.

sure, when do u want to go?

Anytime this weekend is fine with me.

can we do sunday?

Of course. I'll pick you up at your place.

Okay

It's a date.

...

"What!?" you yell, probably disturbing your neighbors, but you don't care.

A date. River. Your childhood crush just asked you out on a date.

You pace around your room, staring at the message like it's going to disappear if you don't keep your eye on it.

"I actually have a date..."

A/N: We're finally getting to them actually getting into a relationship >:) Can't wait to post the next chapter

All you can do is drool more all over the sheets, saliva coating your chin; reminding you of how Steve just likes to use you until you're crying. "Ugh, sloppy little cunt, she's still sucking me in even after all she already had." He grunts behind you, his eyes focused on your pussy and how you mindlessly clench around his digits.

You don't have time to reply to him as you feel the thumb of his free hand circle the rim of your butthole; teasing the skin there. "What about this one?"

There's a pressure against the hole before you feel his thumb entering you, just pressing onto the warm walls. Steve grunts, his digits inside your cunt stops moving, you can't help but whine it out. The answer he gives you is simple; he pulls out of your hole just to smack his palm onto your asscheek, making you gasp and squirm. "Don't be greedy, baby. I thought you wanted to be good?" He caress the red handprint on your ass for a second before his fingers push back inside your soaked cunt.

Just then, he moves his digits—all of them; the two inside your pussy and the thumb inside your tight butthole. Steve tries to get the same pace for the three of them, slow and steady, almost torturous.

You can hear him groans from behind you. "You're squeezing my fingers so tightly, it's almost pathetic. Makes me wonder if I could fit my cock inside that little ass of yours," those words are accompanied by his tongue darting out to tease the rim of your hole while his thumb pushes deeper inside.

Your legs are trembling, your lips parted with saliva dripping down your chin, hands gripping tightly onto the sheets when you finally feel your holes clenching; a telltale of your orgasm coming. But as soon as you moaned and gasped, Steve took his fingers out of your puffy holes in light wet pop noises. You cried out in indignation, "S-Steve! I was about to come!" He just chuckled out at your words, shrugging like he didn't care.

His palm smacked down your asscheek again, making you cry out his name, a pool of your drool now soaked into his bedsheets; a thread of saliva connecting your chin to the mattress.

"Oh, were you? Sorry babe but I think you've had enough for today. Look at you, all drooly with your cum dripping down your thighs. You little whore." He laughed, large hands gropping your ass to squeeze it, before he leaned over to press his lips to the handprint on your skin.

"I’ll give you more tomorrow, how about that?"