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fresh-outta-jams · 5 years

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Of Spells and Spinning Wheels - Part 2

Seokjin x Reader Author: Mo Summary: You and Jin are childhood friends, betrothed to be married, happily on the path to your happily ever after...until on his twenty-first birthday, Jin is cursed... Note: Sorry it’s been literally months lmao. Inspiration smacked me in the face this morning, so here you go. Warnings: None? Word Count: 2.2k

1, 2, 3, 4, Epilogue

It was a deceptively sunny morning when your advisor knocked on your door, asking you to follow her down the hall, to where your parents were meeting with some of the monarchs from your neighboring kingdoms. You walked into a room filled with expectant faces, an empty chair waiting beside Prince Taehyung of all people.

You could see the anxiety on his face, and as you sat, he kept looking at you nervously.

“I apologize for my tardiness. I wasn’t aware I’d be invited to this meeting.” You looked to your father. “What were we discussing?”

“You, actually.”

Your heart raced. “And what about me might we have been discussing?”

“Your future, princess. They were discussing your future.” Taehyung answered, not sounding or looking all that thrilled about it.

“My betrothal, you mean.” You looked to your father, sitting at the head of the table. “Is this true, father?”

“Yes. (Y/N), we were only discussing the possibility of...rearranging things...if this curse…”

“I’ll not hear it nor have it.” You stood up and turned.

“It’s a political betrothal, (Y/N), why do you care to keep your word when-”

“I am in love with Prince Seokjin.” You spoke with venom in your voice, turning to look your father and all of the other monarchs that had assembled. “I have been in love with Prince Seokjin since before I could read or put the sentiment into words. He is my dearest friend and my lover and I refuse to marry any prince from any other kingdom. It is my will. Marry me to Prince Taehyung if you wish, but I will never fall in love with him and I will never give him an heir.”

You expected your father to yell, or discipline you in some way, but instead he thought for a long quiet moment, mulling it over silently behind his gray eyes. You supposed for someone who had watched you and Seokjin grow up, it couldn’t have been a surprise that after even a few years of separation, you were still madly and desperately in love with him.

“Very well then.” Your father nodded, motioning to your empty seat. “If you’d like to reclaim your seat, we have other matters to discuss, like that of Callista and her dragon.”

***

“You can’t be serious.” Jimin stood beside Jungkook and Taehyung as they watched you pack. “This is insane! It’s a dragon, not a...not a...help me think of something easy to slay.”

“It’s a dragon, not a lizard or anything else, (Y/N). You must have a death wish.”

“You heard my father’s decree. If no one slays the dragon, Callista can’t be killed, and if Callista can’t be killed, then she’ll never leave Jin alone, even if someone does manage to break this stupid curse.”

“So what, you’re going to become a knight? Learn how to sword-fight?”

“I know the basics. Jin taught me-”

“I’ll go with you.” Jungkook looked up and met your eyes. “King Jaesang has a castle a few days’ ride west. He’s known to take in those who need refuge.”

“I never even thought to go to him.” You nodded, folding the only pair of trousers you owned and stuffing them into your box. “So we’ll depart at midnight.”

“We’ll depart at midnight.” Jungkook nodded. Though they didn’t say it, Jimin and Taehyung felt a lot better that you wouldn’t be alone. You would do anything for Jin, and that had never been more obvious than it was right now.

***

After a few days’ ride west, you and Jungkook stood at the front gates of King Jaesang’s castle, no more than a few dresses, a blouse, and trousers tucked in your bag. The guards escorted you and Jungkook to the ballroom, where the king was overseeing decorations for a grand ball.

“Princess (Y/N), Prince Jungkook, to what do I owe the honor?”

“I need to learn how to slay a dragon, your highness.” You knelt down in front of him. “Callista has to be defeated to save Prince Seokjin.”

“A dragon, you say…” Jaesang rubbed his chin thoughtfully, motioning for you and Jungkook to stand. “Well then, we don’t have any time to lose, do we? Follow me.”

The king led you and Jungkook through the glittering halls of his magnificent palace. It was truly a place of refuge. Those from all around came to the kind and just king in their times of need. The most recent of whom being Prince Hyojong, who had come to the castle with his forbidden love, Princess Hyuna. They’d each broken off engagements in order to be with one another, and their home kingdoms did not take kindly to that. So instead, they’d talked to King Jaesang, who had granted them amnesty and let them stay in his castle, where they could be safe and love one another without worrying about anyone else.

“Hyojong, you have some new students,” the king announced, walking into the armory’s training grounds with you and Jungkook in tow.

You expected the prince to say something about the fact that you were a girl, but he didn’t. Instead, all he told you was, “You’re going to need to change into some trousers.”

“I...can do that.” You looked down at your dress, curtsied, and then let the king lead you to your chambers. It was unbelievable how fast things happened. One minute, you were a stranger standing on his front steps, and the next, you were a member of his patchwork family.

Hyuna’s bedroom was next to yours, so on your first night in the castle, she knocked on your door and introduced herself. She asked about Jin, and so you told her everything, from the beginning to the end, and by the time you were done, both of you were laughing and crying and talking about forbidden love and the lengths to which you would go for your princes.

It was the next morning that Hyojong started you and Jungkook on a knight’s regimen. Since he’d come to the castle, he had taken control of defenses, and therefore, he was in charge of training all of the knew knights and dragon-slayers-to-be. It was in the armory that you met JinJin, the castle squire, who was in charge of all of the armor. This included polishing it and helping size up new knights.

You also met Eunwoo, Rocky, and Moonbin, who were princes from a neighboring kingdom who had come here to hone their skills as well. They were good friends. You enjoyed talking to them over dinner after long days of training in the sun.

In all of your years, you’d never expected to end up here, living in a strange castle, learning how to use a sword instead of learning to sing like a songbird or do needlework. And yet, that was your life now. Every morning you woke up, ate a big breakfast, went on a jog around the castle’s exterior, lifted heavy crates until your arms screamed and burned, and then practiced fighting with the others until night fell and it was time for dinner.

These changes in your routine were becoming more and more obvious, but especially so when Hyuna and the castle’s tailors were trying to help you into one of your old gowns. Your arms were too muscular for the sleeves. You couldn’t help but laugh at the sight. Never had you foreseen this being a problem you’d have to face.

“We can just...cut off the sleeves.” Hyuna suggested, tilting her head and chuckling at the entire situation. “That would be a fashion statement.”

“Indeed it would be…” The head tailor agreed, looking you over. You offered a sheepish grin, shrugging. “Well, you need something that will fit for the ball.” She held up her scissors. “Better get to work…”

***

The day of the ball finally came around, and you were filled with jitters for some reason. It didn’t occur to you until some of your attendants were helping you into your pink gown that this would be the first ball you would attend without Jin at your side. In all of your years, every single time your kingdom or his or one of your mutual allies had a ball, he had always been there and he had always asked you to dance. Going to one without him just felt...wrong.

Regardless, you shook off your nerves and got dressed, letting the maids powder your face before you put on the glittering mask for the masquerade.

It was Eunwoo that ended up escorting you down the stairs to the ballroom filled with princesses in gorgeous gowns and knights in dapper suits. He led you over to the chocolate fountain, where Rocky and Moonbin were standing. They whistled at your appearance.

“Look at those arms!” Moonbin clapped his hands together. “I knew all of that training would pay off.”

“Thanks, Bin.” You blushed, giving your biceps a curl. It felt weird having them exposed like this, but you felt powerful. Powerful enough to fight a dragon, maybe not, but you were getting there.

“Princess!” Jungkook raced across the ballroom, sputtering and all kinds of excited. He straightened himself out, brushing the wrinkles out of his vest before slowing his breaths enough to tell you whatever had sent him sprinting across the party. “There’s someone here to see you.”

“To see me?” You put a hand to your chest, eyebrows furrowing. “Who is it?”

“The man over there in purple with the big gold mask. Asked to meet you immediately. Said it was urgent.”

“Alright then.” You tried to work out who this mystery man was on the way over to him. His suit was pastel purple with golden detailing, brown hair styled perfectly so not a strand was out of place. He was tall with broad shoulders, and lips so plush that they could only belong to one man on the planet. “Jin.” His name left your lips as no more than a fragile whisper.

He smiled, his warm laughter filling your heart with a thousand butterflies. “There’s my girl.”

You rushed into his arms, letting him cradle you against his broad chest. You’d missed his warmth, his voice. “What are you doing here?”

“And what, miss a ball with my princess? We made a pact long ago, don’t you remember?” It was true. When you were young, the two of you, who hated attending royal balls with a passion, had promised never to let the other suffer through one without you.

“How could I forget?” You didn’t let go of him for a long while, absorbing his warmth like a sponge. It was precious, and these days, you saw him so little that when you did, you had to make the most of it.

“Adjusting well?” You could practically hear the smirk in Yoongi’s voice as he appeared from the shadows. Of course Jin hadn’t come here unaccompanied.

“Well enough.” You shrugged, finally ejecting yourself from Jin’s hold so you could look at his fairy guardian. When you did, Jin finally got the chance to look you over up close, eyes widening at the sight of your arms.

“Wah, when did you get muscles?” He asked, giving one a curious poke. Sure enough, it was as firm and large as a knight’s.

“I’ve been training.”

Jin didn’t want to ask why, but he couldn’t stop the quiet murmur from leaving his mouth. “Training for what?”

“To fight a dragon.” You replied, looking up at him in time to watch the happiness on his handsome features, or the ones you could see around his mask, morph into concern.

“You can’t be serious. You’re going to fight Callista’s dragon?” Jin asked, not receiving an answer from the look on Jungkook or Yoongi’s faces. He stroked your chin, tilting your head up to his. “You’ll get killed.”

“I wouldn’t say that…” Yoongi shook his head, that knowing gleam in his eye. It always seemed like he was pulling strings, but you had a feeling based on that one look alone that maybe it was to a bigger extent than even you knew… “Amazing things can happen when you’re fighting for love.”

“I don’t want to be in a world without you in it.” You told Jin softly. He opened his mouth to protest, but you cut him off with a swift and passionate kiss. “The only way to keep you safe is to kill Callista and whatever stands in the way of her. I’d...I’d do anything for you.”

“I know you would…” Jin was worried by your determination, but seeing you like this, so driven to save him no matter the cost, it really only made him fall even deeper in love with you. He leaned down to press a soft kiss to your forehead before melding his lips against yours again. “I love you so much, princess.”

“I love you too…”

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artificialqueens · 7 years

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Something Borrowed 1/? (Witney) - Miss Bianca & jazz

Summary: This was going to be Courtney’s first visit to her childhood home in five years, and she’d made a lot of plans. Obviously, none of them had included falling into a whirlwind, summer love affair with her father’s 28-year-old fiancée, just three months before the planned wedding. But sometimes, things just happened.

Miss Bianca’s A/N: So. This is an idea I came up with after the revelation that Willam’s kind of like your dad’s second wife, who’s only a few years older than you and is really funny and likeable, even though you want to hate her. Doing this collab was jazz’s idea, and I am so fucking happy she came up with it, because it turns out we’re the dream team and we churned this out real damn fast (thank god for Google Docs). This is obviously a multichap, and we’d both love feedback. No, seriously, please, tell us what you thought.

jazz’s A/N: Miss Bianca relayed this prompt to me and I immediately died & then revived myself to write this fic, which is probably the longest thing I’ve written without devolving into pure smut!!! But just you wait LMAO <3

Courtney sat on her palms in the backseat of the cab, impatiently counting the passing mailboxes in an attempt to calm her nerves. The streets seemed cleaner here than they’d been downtown, and the carefully manicured front yards were all starting to blend together in a slightly nauseating mixture of brightly colored azaleas and overwatered grass.

Her flight had left at 6 AM, but she wasn’t the least bit tired – being a morning person really paid off. Regardless, Courtney was pretty sure she was too anxious to even consider sleep.

Coming back to Los Angeles after so much time away felt almost like a tangible step backwards. When she’d left, she’d still been practically a child, and leaving behind her father’s big, beautiful mansion and all of her friends had felt like the end of her universe.

Now, she knew that the world was a hell of a lot bigger than her pricey private school and the saltwater pool in her backyard.

Granted, she’d ended up going to a new private school in San Francisco, and then to a small, far-too-expensive liberal arts college, trading in rich high school friends for equally as rich college friends. But at least she’d graduated. With honors. And an utterly useless degree in fashion design.

Some of her friends had opted to go to grad school, and some had internships lined up. Courtney, for her part, had spent all of senior year looking for ways to avoid returning to her mom’s apartment, and after a failed job search, the answer had come in a phone call from her father – the first non-birthday call in five years – inviting her to “come home for the summer.”

And so, here she was, in the part of town where you could practically smell the wealth – in other words, right back where she’d started. She’d spent so long trying in vain to escape it all, and now found herself praying that somehow, she’d still fit in.

The driver turned the corner, and Courtney let out a breath, long and heavy.

It had been about five years since she’d last seen it, but the block she grew up on still looked almost exactly how she remembered it, which was oddly comforting.

The cab started to slow, and Courtney could see the Japanese maple tree on the next-door neighbor’s lawn, only a little bit bigger than it’d been when she was a child. She’d always wanted to hide underneath the branches, but she’d only made it into the neighbor’s lawn once without getting scolded by her mom. Her father would’ve disapproved of the trespassing.

“Right here, miss?”

“Yeah, this is it,” Courtney replied, smiling politely in the direction of the rearview mirror as the cab pulled up to the curb. She fumbled in her purse, pulling out her credit card to pay.

The dry heat hit her as soon as she stepped outside, and she was five years old again, admiring the huge house from the sidewalk: its white stucco exterior, spattered with tall windows that connected to ornate, wrought-iron balconies.

She was home.

It felt important, this moment, the first step towards reclaiming this place as her own. Maybe her father had seen the yellow car from his office window. As the afternoon sun warmed her face, she let herself imagine that he might even be waiting for her in the foyer.

The trunk of the taxi slammed shut, and Courtney pulled her gaze away from the house to see her assortment of bags resting on the pavement beside her.

“Thank you,” she said, managing to flash a final smile at the taxi driver.

“No problem.”

Courtney crouched to gather her belongings into her outstretched arms, wobbling slightly as she tried to stand and regain her balance.

“Probably should’ve just shipped it all,” she murmured. She was anxious and impatient, a thin layer of sweat forming on her lower back. “What, did I think the driver would want to carry everything inside for me? I’m such an idiot.”

After a few more moments of struggle, Courtney took a deep breath and began to shuffle awkwardly up the concrete path that lead to the front doors.

The sprinklers were on, drops of water making the grass sparkle as if someone had spilled diamonds all over the lawn. Courtney smiled, remembering how she’d run through it barefoot hundreds of times as a little girl to catch the ice cream truck before it pulled away. She never used to walk on the path, except for the few times when her father had been home.

He’d leave the door ajar, watching her from just inside the entryway, and she would put on her shoes and walk down to the street as quickly as she could, keeping her shoulders back and her chin up as young ladies like her were supposed to.

She could still picture the fond smile on his face when she paraded back to the house with a popsicle, careful not to let any of it drip onto her hands or her dress and make the smile go away.

The house towered above her now, and her heartbeat pounded in her ears as she took the steps one by one. She tried the door handle, finding it unlocked, and closed her eyes for a moment, collecting herself.

The door swung open, and she stepped over the threshold into the huge, sunlit foyer.

As soon as she tugged the door closed behind her, the hours of build-up to this moment began to seem pointless. Her father probably wasn’t home, and even if he was, he certainly wouldn’t take the time to come down and greet her. He was, as he’d told her so many times, “a very busy man.”

She shook her head, feeling foolish and naive, and let her bags fall to the ground with an echoing thud.

After a moment, Courtney realized that there was music playing somewhere in the house. It was upbeat, and sounded like something she might hear in a club around 1 AM – not in the home of an aging, wealthy businessman in the middle of the day.

She glanced around, wondering where it was coming from, and began to notice changes that had been made to the inside of the house. The foyer was just as big and airy as it had always been, but the aesthetic was distinctly different, and definitely not at all like her father.

There were vases of blooming flowers on the side tables, a set of dark brown plush rugs in the middle of the floor, and various fluffy pillows balanced on the ottoman. As she took a step closer, Courtney noticed that one of the pillows, a pink one, had fringe. Her eyes widened in alarm.

It was all wrong.

“What in the name of…”

Her brow furrowed, Courtney blindly followed the sound of the music, walking past the ottoman and through one of the open arched doorways that led to the smaller dining room and kitchen. There were, impossibly, more flowers on the dining room table, and a trio of Warhol’s Marilyn Monroe prints taking up most of the wall directly behind it.

She turned to scan the kitchen, and nearly jumped out of her skin. There was a strange woman there, perched on a barstool at the island.

Courtney looked her up and down, her lips parting involuntarily. The woman was leaning on the counter lazily, flipping through a magazine. One toned leg was folded underneath her body, making her already sinfully short dress creep up even higher. She was sipping on a clear cocktail – a vodka soda, Courtney thought, or maybe a gin and tonic – which, really, didn’t matter at all in the grand scheme of things, not when there were more obviously more pressing questions at hand.

“What the fuck are you doing in my house?”

To Courtney’s annoyance, the woman didn’t seem startled at all by Courtney’s outburst. In fact, she didn’t even bother to look up from her magazine.

“Oh, hey,” she said, taking another long sip of her drink. “You must be Courtney.”

“How do you know my name?”

“I’m Willam,” the woman drawled by way of response, setting her glass down on the island and finally glancing over at Courtney. “I live here.”

Courtney whipped her head around to look over her shoulder, as if there might be some explanation behind her as to what the hell was going on. She dug her fingernails into her palms in an attempt to keep from legitimately losing it.

“Am I being fucking Punk’d right now?”

Willam directed her attention back to the glossy pages of Cosmopolitan. “Oh, please, girl,” she scoffed. “As if you’re that important.”

Courtney gaped at her, unable to find the words to properly express her outrage at Willam – for being so pretentious, for her apparent lack of humanity, and for daring to look like that in the middle of the goddamn kitchen on a Tuesday afternoon.

A smirk crept across Willam’s face as Courtney stared at her blankly for a moment too long before managing to speak again.

“So, you live here,” Courtney said slowly.

“Ooh, she knows how to listen,” Willam cooed sarcastically.

Courtney gritted her teeth.

“Um, how?”

Willam set down her drink, and turned her left hand around, waggling her fingers with a cocky grin plastered to her face.

The giant, princess-cut diamond caught the light, and Courtney felt the balance of the world shift slightly.

“Is that…”

“Wedding date’s set for August,” Willam said, admiring the ring on her own finger. “Better get used to me quick, princess.”

“Don’t call me that!” Courtney snapped. “You’re like, my age! Jesus Christ, are you even fucking legal?”

“I’m 28, actually,” Willam replied. “But you’re off to a great start, flattery will get you anywhere.”

“That wasn’t a compliment!”

Courtney felt herself spiraling. Everything about her father’s new fiancée rubbed her the wrong way, from her quick retorts to her attitude to her tousled blonde hair that forced Courtney to imagine running her hands through it and making it even messier.

“Run along now,” Willam said with a noncommittal flick of her manicured fingers.

Courtney’s cheeks flushed pink. She wanted to disappear, wanted to punch Willam in the face and melt into a puddle at her feet. She wanted Willam to call her ‘princess’ again, just to hear the way it rolled off her tongue.

Leaving now, after Willam had practically ordered her to like some sort of child, felt like letting the other woman win – but Courtney didn’t think she could stand to be around her any longer, either.

Turning around with a huff, she strode out of the kitchen, her heels clicking aggressively on the tiled floor. Behind her, she thought she could hear Willam laughing.

She scooped up as many bags as she trusted herself to carry, and hurried up the impressive, dark-paneled staircase, wanting to put as much distance in between herself and Willam as possible. The sound of Willam’s music faded as Courtney reached the top and made her way down the hall to her right until she reached her old bedroom.

There was still a hook screwed into the top of the door, but the sign that had previously hung there, labeling it “Courtney’s Kingdom”, was absent. She ran a gentle hand over the wood, the scratch marks from the edge of the sign still present, as if it had been removed recently.

“Willam,” she muttered angrily.

She pushed her way into her room, relieved to see that Willam hadn’t totally remodeled in there as well. Her collection of suitcases was scattered on the floor, having shipped successfully earlier that week, the light blue print matching that of her other bags.

Dropping her things on the floor, Courtney walked over to the bed and sat down with a sigh. She could feel the beginnings of a headache forming in her temples, and she rubbed at them in a futile attempt dispel it.

She wished her father were home to clear everything up, maybe even reveal that “It’s all just a misunderstanding, Courtney, Willam’s actually just a cheap hooker who overstayed her welcome and stole some jewelry.”

If she couldn’t deal with the issue at hand right now, though, Courtney figured she could at least distract herself by unpacking some of her things. As she remembered, her closet had lots of room to fill up.

Bending down to grab a suitcase, she dragged it over to the closet with difficulty. The door slid open, and Courtney’s newly regained serenity shot straight out the window.

The bottom of the closet was covered with shoes. And not just any shoes – expensive designer pumps, by the looks of them, none of which belonged to her. She started to count the red bottoms, and stopped after reaching ten, her blood boiling. She closed the closet door as quickly as she could, and squeezed her eyes shut, trying to force the hot tears threatening to break the surface back down.

When Courtney got frustrated, her body’s natural reaction was to cry, and she hated it, hated how it made her seem irrational and overly sensitive.

It just wasn’t supposed to be like this.

It’s not that she wasn’t used to her father bringing girls home after her parents’ divorce. It was the opposite, really: there were the Sarahs and the Samanthas, the Heathers and the Haileys, each of them sauntering in and out of Courtney’s early life in quick succession.

She’d since reasoned that her father wasn’t the type to settle down, and had chosen instead to pay little mind to the semi-annual rotation of girlfriends during the few weekends she actually got to spend at her father’s house thanks to the joint custody agreement in place.

They’d all tried to relate to Courtney, too, which was hilarious and infuriating in its own right. She was nice about it, let each woman believe that they could be the one for her father, but Courtney knew better. They’d be gone by the end of the month, and Courtney could go back to deepening her tan, calling her childhood best friend Alaska over to watch trashy reality TV and to paint each other’s nails.

But now there was Willam, and she had a shiny rock on her ring finger, and Courtney didn’t know how to cope with that.

She violently shoved handfuls of underwear from her luggage into the antique bureau she’d loved so much growing up, taking out her irritation on the tiny lacy garments and mismatched socks.

When was her father planning on telling her, anyway? Had he hoped that Courtney would just waltz right in and figure it out for herself, that she’d think it was a cute surprise? She nearly snorted aloud. Her father was more than twice Willam’s age.

Her stomach churned, and she tried to determine if she was most mad at her father, for putting her in this godawful situation;his new fiancée, for her stupid outfit and face and voice;or herself, for seemingly being unable to get Willam out of her head, no matter how hard she tried.

With no more underwear left to unpack, Courtney found herself staring down her closet door, her hands fidgeting in her lap. There had to be something she could do, some way to regain control over the situation, shift the balance of power at least a little.

After a few more long moments of indecisiveness, Courtney tentatively returned to her closet. She had to make at least one room in the house entirely her own. The shoes had to go.

With renewed determination, Courtney started to gather the shoes, picking up as many pairs as she could, until her arms were full. She got to her feet, shuffled over to the door, and bumped it open with her hip. The master bedroom was on the opposite side of the house, which meant Courtney had to make her way down the long hall and past the stairs, hoping that Willam wouldn’t hear her moving around and come up to bother her.

Finally, Courtney reached the paneled wood door, and dumped the entire armful of shoes unceremoniously in front. There was a loud clattering noise as the pumps hit the floor, and Courtney grinned victoriously. She brushed her hands off on her jeans, surveying the scene.

Struck with inspiration, she leaned over, plucking a pair of clear, blue and red plastic Louboutins from the heap. Pink and silver sparkles caught her eye, and she reached further, grabbing that pair as well. It wasn’t like Willam didn’t have a few sets to spare, Courtney reasoned. Satisfied with herself, she stood and turned on her heel, marching back down the hall to her room.

She didn’t want – no, she refused – to allow some glorified stripper with a superiority complex ruin her entire summer, or her chances at reconnecting with her father.

Willam might be living in the house now, but it sure as hell wasn’t her home. In fact, Courtney was positive that she wouldn’t even be there another month, much less till the wedding.

She slammed the bedroom door shut behind her, and decided with a burst of conviction that she would still reclaim the house as her own, whether Willam was there to distract her or not.

She would do what she pleased, and Willam could go fuck herself.

And what Courtney wanted right now, more than anything, was to dig out her bathing suit, go lay by the pool, and hopefully avoid having to interact with her father’s new fiancée for a few hours. She deserved at least that much.

Fifteen minutes later, Courtney was striding out the back doors and towards the pool in her red bikini and one of the stolen pairs of Willam’s Louboutins, her light hair pulled messily into a topknot.

She felt like a model, camera-ready and confident. It was almost like being sixteen again, getting ready to lay out at the pool with Alaska and Adore, except now, the tables were turned: she was prettier, but far less happy.

While her father had worked, holed up in his office alongside stacks of legal documents and bills, Courtney had spent most of her free time on visiting weekends out here. She’d quickly learned to enjoy her own company, which was fine by her. It wasn’t as if teenage Courtney had wanted anything to do with the man who’d cheated on her mom over and over, and then denied it so convincingly that her mom had thought it was all in her head.

She’d gained some distance from her emotions surrounding that particular situation as the years passed, and so it wasn’t too much of a struggle to decide to give her father another chance. He might’ve changed, she figured – and there was always the possibility that her perception of what had happened between her parents was distorted.

And anyways, even if her father was just as bad as she remembered, it couldn’t hurt to secure her cut of his wealth in the will.

“Couldn’t stay away?” Willam’s voice pulled Courtney out of her thoughts, and she stopped in her tracks, unable to believe her terrible luck.

The other woman was stretched out on one of the long chairs beside the pool, round sunglasses covering most of her face. She’d discarded the dress from earlier, exchanging it for what had to be the skimpiest bikini Courtney had ever seen – not that she was staring, or anything.

It was just that the tanning oil was making Willam’s flat stomach and the tops of her breasts glisten so temptingly, and she couldn’t seem to stop looking.

Willam turned, lowering her shades and surveying Courtney as if she were an item with a price tag, like a dress that she was considering trying on. Courtney blushed, feeling the sudden urge to cover up under her scrutiny, and Willam’s lips tilted upwards in a smirk.

“Love the shoes,” she commented, meeting Courtney’s gaze. “I have great taste, don’t I?”

“I dunno,” Courtney said. She glanced down at her feet. “I think they’re kinda tacky.”

Willam’s eyes narrowed in annoyance, and Courtney pumped her fist internally at her success in finally getting a reaction out of the other woman.

“It’s a pool party shoe,” she said dismissively. “Not my best.”

Rolling her eyes, Courtney headed for her favorite of the chairs by the pool – thankfully, the one farthest away from Willam. She swore she could feel Willam watching her in that same commodifying way as she walked past, which was surprisingly exhilarating.

With some effort and a lot of willpower, Courtney managed to avoid looking back at Willam as she relaxed into the chair. They weren’t exactly seated near each other, but Courtney still felt hyper-aware of her presence. It was as if she was finely tuned to pick up on the sounds of Willam’s breathing, the subtle way she shifted her weight on the chair.

So, when the other woman suddenly began to make a lot more noise, Courtney couldn’t help but turn her head to see what was going on. Willam had stood up, and was tying her hair back into a low ponytail, heading over towards the edge of the pool.

Without meaning to, Courtney found herself following Willam with her eyes, like in one of those cliched movie scenes where the camera panned up over the perfect body of the female lead. She might as well be naked, Courtney thought. Which wasn’t a terrible mental image, she had to admit. Particularly since she was now unable to get the picture out of her head.

“It’s rude to stare,” Willam announced as she sat down, legs dangling over the edge of the pool. “I usually charge money for that.”

Courtney nearly choked on air. Had she really been that obvious?

“Cat got your tongue, sweetie?” Willam looked over her shoulder, her mocking smile taunting Courtney.

“I probably still have a dollar or two left in my phone case,” Courtney finally managed to say. “Isn’t that your usual going rate?”

The smile widened into a more genuine grin, and Willam chuckled, swinging her feet so water splashed up her legs. She had nice teeth, Courtney noted. And a nice smile, too – the kind that made you want to take notice, study her for a really long time.

Clearing her throat, Courtney looked down at her hands. For a second there, she could almost see why her father must’ve been drawn to Willam in the first place.

“Yeah, by the way, I used some of your closet space,” Willam commented. “Forgot to mention that.”

“Oh, I saw.”

“I mean, it’s all my closet space, if you wanna get official about it,” she added after a moment, a cocky tilt to her head. “Cause, y’know… my house.”

“But that’s my room,” Courtney argued, frowning. Whatever glimmer of likeability she thought she’d seen from Willam was quickly vanishing, replaced by the same intense irritation that had already ruined her day once.

“Sure, for now.”

“What the fuck is that, some kind of threat?”

“Ooh, language,” Willam replied, clicking her tongue disapprovingly.

“You’re such a bitch,” Courtney burst out.

“You kiss your daddy with that mouth?”

Courtney groaned. She crossed her arms, looking away pointedly.

Willam chuckled again, splashing water out of the pool. Courtney clenched her jaw. Why did Willam insist on being so difficult? It was like she’d been placed on the planet specifically to drive Courtney up the wall.

Courtney prided herself on her ability to get along with almost anyone. The problem here was clearly on Willam’s side, not on hers. She was a perfectly nice person – it wasn’t her fault that Willam had no manners, no common courtesy, and seemed to get a kick out of being an utter pain in the ass.

“You know, as soon as my dad gets home, I’m gonna tell him exactly what kind of person you really are,” Courtney called, still refusing to look at Willam.

“And what kinda person is that, kitten?”

“A bad one,” Courtney replied quickly, flinching slightly at the lame response.

“Ooh, savage,” Willam snorted.

“And don’t call me that!”

“Whatever you say, princess.”

Courtney huffed out a sigh, feeling like a pouty child with her arms crossed and her lower lip sticking out.

“You can tell your dad everything at family dinner tonight,” Willam added. “Not that it’ll change anything. Dave knew he wasn’t proposing to America’s sweetheart.”

“Wait, family dinner?”

—–

“So, how are you girls getting along?” Dave asked finally, attempting to break through the uncomfortable silence that filled the dining room.

Courtney looked up from her plate to see Willam smirking around a forkful of salad across the table. She opened her mouth, ready to inform her father of what a nightmare Willam really was, and closed it again.

“Um, fine,” she said instead, watching Willam’s eyebrows raise in amusement. She didn’t know what compelled her to lie, but suspected that Willam had known all along that she wouldn’t go through with it.

“Courtney borrowed a pair of my shoes,” Willam added.

“Oh, how… nice,” Dave said.

The room quickly fell into silence again, disturbed only by the irritatingly loud sounds of Dave occasionally clearing his throat and of Willam chewing.

Courtney wanted to scream.

Nothing about today was turning out how she’d planned. The reunion with her father that she’d hyped up so much in her head had been lackluster at best, and painfully awkward at worst. And Willam’s interruption of their shaky conversation – by way of an attention-grabbing entrance via the staircase – had made it just that much less satisfying.

Dave, in his typical way, had vanished upstairs to his office as soon as possible, leaving Courtney stuck downstairs with Willam once again. When the hired chef had arrived to make dinner, Courtney had volunteered to help immediately, just to avoid having to interact with her.

And now, here she was, stuck sitting right across from the other woman in the formal dining room, with nothing to do aside from stare at her and then pretend that she hadn’t been whenever Willam made eye contact.

“So, um, dad,” Courtney finally spoke up, desperate to shift the atmosphere. “How did you two meet? What’s the story here?”

“Internet,” Willam said, before Dave could respond.

“Yes, online,” Dave added with a nod.

“Oh, did you click one of those ads to chat with ‘hot young singles in your area’?” Courtney asked, her tone biting as she glared at Willam.

“No, it was one of those dating websites,” Dave said. “She found me, she seemed interested.”

“Oh, I’m sure she did,” Courtney murmured.

“We met up, and, well, the rest is history,” he finished.

“He’s just my kinda man,” Willam added, a smile that Courtney immediately recognized as false on her face as she batted her eyelashes at Dave. “Mature sort of gentleman, comfortable. Generous.”

Courtney nearly laughed out loud at ‘generous.’ In the 40 years her father had been making money, she was positive that no one had ever used that particular word to describe him.

“You’re too kind, sweetheart,” Dave replied, patting her hand.

“She really is,” Courtney agreed, rolling her eyes.

It was so painfully obvious that this was all a game to Willam. If she played her part correctly, she’d get rewarded with gifts and credit cards, and eventually, the biggest cut in the will. Courtney couldn’t believe that her father was falling for it.

“How was work today, babe?” Willam directed at her fiancé, clearly trying to steer the conversation in a less risky direction.

“Could’ve been better,” Dave said, shaking his head. “We’re trying to close on this deal, but getting through all the paperwork has been such a hassle…”

Almost immediately, Courtney stopped paying attention, an old habit that had apparently remained in place over the years. Willam, on her end, was nodding and blinking vapidly at him, still pretending to be engaged.

And the act was believable, too. If Courtney hadn’t felt the cool shoe sliding slowly up her thigh, she might’ve even thought that Willam truly was invested in trade secrets and company policy.

She froze, dropping her fork in surprise. Willam refused to acknowledge her, still playing the role of doting fiancée as her heel crept higher up Courtney’s leg. She could feel the flush rising in her cheeks again and she swallowed hard, trying not to squirm in her seat, a task that was easier said than done. She squeezed her thighs together, frustrated at how her body was betraying her, reacting to Willam’s touch so eagerly.

“Willam!” she hissed, and Willam’s gaze snapped over to meet hers. The foot promptly withdrew.

Oops, Willam mouthed with a shrug.

Courtney gaped at her, at a total loss for words. She glanced over at her father, who thankfully seemed to have missed the entire exchange.

She could still feel the ghost of Willam’s contact buzzing on her skin, and when Willam glanced at her again, she couldn’t help but bite her lip.

Dave was still rambling about something or other, and Willam kept nodding and watching him, her full lips parted. The room felt very hot all of a sudden, and Courtney needed air.

“Can I please be excused?” Courtney croaked.

Without waiting for an answer, she pushed her chair out from the table and stood abruptly, wadding up the napkin on her lap in a ball and tossing it by her half-eaten plate of food.

Fleeing to the kitchen, she rested her arms on the edge of the sink, turning the water on cold and splashing some on her face. Her cheeks felt a little less warm, but it did nothing to help the heat still twisting low in her stomach. Squeezing her eyes shut, she shook her head and turned off the water.

“You’re a mess,” said Willam. Courtney jumped, spinning around to see the other woman leaning casually against the counter behind her.

“Are you stalking me or something?” Courtney demanded, her heart rate picking up again. “What the hell was that back there?”

“Told you, it was an accident,” Willam said with a shrug.

“That’s a really big fucking accident.”

“Girl, don’t pretend you didn’t like it.” Willam pushed herself off the counter, taking a step towards Courtney. “I could see you getting all flustered. You ain’t subtle.”

Courtney’s back was to the sink now as Willam moved even closer, into her space. Courtney sputtered, wanting to deny Willam’s claims, but the words wouldn’t come out.

Oh my god, what is she doing? Courtney’s mind was moving at a mile a minute. She can’t be – but what if she is?

Willam was close enough that Courtney could smell her perfume, and she attempted to steady her breathing, hoping that maybe Willam wouldn’t notice how affected she was. There were a million reasons for Courtney to stop this in its tracks right now, a million reasons to push Willam away or slap her in the face. But the cut of Willam’s dress was low, and the line of her collarbone was soft and graceful, and Courtney couldn’t bring herself to consider any one of those reasons.

Impossibly, Willam kept closing in, and Courtney had nowhere to go, trapped by the cool marble of the countertop. And honestly, she wasn’t sure she’d want to go anywhere, even if she could.

Willam stopped, so close that Courtney could almost feel her body heat radiating off her in waves. She exhaled, her breath ghosting over Courtney’s lips, and Courtney reached out on instinct, her hand landing on Willam’s hip.

The corners of Willam’s mouth turned up into a wry smile.

“Knew it,” she murmured.

As quickly as Willam had advanced, she backed away. Turning, she left the kitchen, throwing one last knowing smirk Courtney’s way as she walked through the archway.

Courtney’s knees felt weak, and she gripped the edge of the counter behind her for support, trying to catch her breath. She’d been so sure Willam was going to kiss her, and she’d done nothing at all to stop it.

Courtney stared blankly into the empty space where Willam had been until just a moment ago.

The sound of Willam’s laughter, loud and emphatic, carried in from the dining room. Courtney closed her eyes, trying to figure out what her father could’ve said to evoke that kind of reaction. She wondered if she could make Willam laugh like that, too.

It hadn’t even been a full day, and all of Courtney’s plans for her summer were already in pieces at her feet. She had no idea what to make of Willam or how to handle her, and there was no evidence that it was going to get any easier.

There was only the hum of the refrigerator, the thumping in Courtney’s chest, and the realization that she was totally, completely fucked.

#willam belli #courtney act #witney #cisgirl au #humor #angst #enemies to lovers #eventual smut #something borrowed #jazz #miss bianca #rpdr fanfiction #lesbian au

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Brother’s Best Friend (M)

Jaehyun x Reader (feat. Johnny)

Word Count: 3.6k

Genre: Smut, Slight angst

A/N: My first published smut ayy.. I was stuck on this for a while but last night lordt I just went on one and finished it at like 4am lmao... Ty to my FLOwer (@nctreacting) for helping me out with this 💕

The sound of keys jingling outside of the front door brought your eyes from the book you were reading. Your sprawled out form shot up from the sofa, placing the book down on the table with some force due to your excitement of seeing your brother for the first time in months.

It was the end of your first semester in your second year of college and it was routine for you and your brother to spend the break at home with your family. Johnny was in his last year attending Yonsei University in Seoul; you on the other hand, you were studying at Pusan National University in Busan. You had such a close bond with Johnny. When you were younger, the two of you were inseparable; you were each other's best friend – even if he was two years older than you – you didn't care, you were proud to call him your brother.

The second the door swung open, you tackled Johnny with some force. A grumble erupted from his mouth when he felt the impact of your average sized frame collide with his giant one; winding him in the process.

“Wow I think the BFG needs a haircut.” You teased once you broke away from his arms that had engulfed you entirely. “What do you think Jae?” A mocking tone made itself know in your voice as you turned to yours and Johnny’s childhood friend, Jaehyun.

He and Johnny had been friends since you could remember, he was always at your house when you were younger and you weren't one of those girls that had that ‘cootie’ phase. You had a crush on him up until you last year in high school. You two were the same age so you both graduated from the same high school and throughout your time there together, you were close friends, but the feelings never dissipated completely, they always came back. But once you started college and saw him a lot less, the feelings finally went away and you never thought of him in that way since.

“You'll have to run that past his girlfriend.” A mere second later, Johnny’s hand playfully hit Jaehyun over the head. “Oh shit, she doesn't know yet does she.” Jaehyun laughed off his slip up and quickly scurried inside of the house.

“Oh I think you've got some explaining you L I A R!!” You turned back to Johnny flicking his forehead with some strength.

“I didn't lie!”

“Then why did you tell me that girl on your story was just a friend? It's clearly her.” You rolled you eyes once you saw his face drop, he couldn't deny it. You hummed knowingly “That's what I thought. Now get inside!” You laughed as you picked up his bag and ran inside.

You threw his bag at the bottom of the stairs and you slid on the kitchen tiles as you were wearing your fluffy bed socks, catching Jaehyun rummaging through the fridge taking a bottle of water from it.

“What about you?” You asked him inquisitively.

“What about me?” He took a sip of the water, screwing the cap back on and placing it on the kitchen counter before leaning on the counter behind him.

“You have anyone waiting for you back in Seoul?” Teasing with a slightly patronising tone.

“Nope he hasn't screwed in a long~ time.” Johnny butted into the conversation, sitting himself on the counter.

“Fuck off Johnny.” Jaehyun rolled his eyes, picking up his water and walking into the living room.

“Don't be hatin’ because I'm gettin’ some.”

“Ew shut the fuck up.”

“Okay ‘Mary’.”

“Johnny! Shut up!” You hit his chest in embarrassment as your cheeks started to flush a deep pink. He knew you were a virgin, and you felt so insecure about it.

“Okay I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be mean about it.” He rubbed your arm once he hopped off of the counter, ruffling your hair as he walked into the living room. You followed him and reclaimed your spot on the sofa. Letting your legs rest over Jaehyun’s.

“Is there a Busan man waiting for you?” Jaehyun teased back at you with the same tone you used with him before.

“Well I actually am seeing someone.”

“Wait really? Who?” He seemed quite taken aback and you weren't sure why.

“We've only been on a few dates, nothing serious.”

“What's his name?” Johnny butted in, once again, earning him a small glare from you.

“Hansol.” You felt butterflies in your stomach when you said his name. He was a rather enigmatic character, but that was something you found intriguing about him; you wanted to figure him out.

You noticed Jaehyun falling quiet, staring at the TV as he zoned out.

“What are you even doing here?” Nudging his arm with your foot in a bid to get his attention.

“Oh, uhh– my parents have been away and they're coming back in three days so I'm crashing here.” His nonchalant tone making you reply with a nod, thinking ‘fair enough’.

“Oh! I forgot to say. Mum’s shift is until early morning so you'll see her tomorrow.” You turned to Johnny, his attention solely set on his phone screen. You rolled your eyes, grabbing a pillow from the sofa and throwing it at him.

Giggles erupted from you and Jaehyun as Johnny glared at the two of you. “God that girl has you wrapped around her little finger doesn't she?” You teased him yet again, hearing him mumble something under his breath as he started typing in his phone again.

The sun started to set and the sky started to darken. You had been feeling Jaehyun's gaze land on you every-now-and-then throughout the evening and you started feel a little self-conscious as the night progressed.

After about half an hour on the three of you arguing on what movie to watch the two boys both decided on watching Twilight. They claimed they were watching it because “Kristen Stewart is so hot” but you knew that they were both in it for Taylor Lautner and Robert Pattinson.

You excused yourself from being put through the torture of having repressed memories of being 11 years old; your biggest life decision so far in your life at that point was having to choose between Edward and Jacob. You'd rather keep those memories from resurfacing.

Instead, you ran to you bedroom, taking off your bra and putting on your bed short. The feeling of your breasts being set free of their lace cage brought a sigh of relief from your lips as you fell backwards into your bed letting the abundance of pillows plump up around you.

Your room hadn't changed since the day you left for uni; remnants of blue-tack still stuck on your walls from the amount of TV show, boy band and movie posters you had adorning them; ceramic Disney figurines still gracing your bookshelf, slowly collecting dust from the untouched room.

The reminiscing of the simpler times must've thrown you into a daydream as you only just caught the last few rings of your ringtone on your phone, the contact name bringing a smile to your dazed face.

“Hey Hansol~” You rolled onto your stomach and sat up, crossing you legs as your free hand played with the flyway drawstrings on your bed shorts.

“Hey Y/N..” His voice was distant and lacked emotion. Though he may have been a reserved and quiet person, he never sounded so out of it before.

“What's up?” You unconsciously bit your bottom lip, thinking of his large, doll-like eyes and his infectious shy smile that brought a flock of butterflies to your stomach.

“I just- I know and you know that the two of us aren't exclusive.. so I just thought I'd tell you I've also been seeing Jisoo.. and basically.. uh, we’re together now…” You fell silent as you welled up, your vision becoming blurry. You said nothing for a few moments.

“Out of everyone you chose to see behind my back, you chose my best friend? And out of all the people she could've seen, my best friend got with the guy she knew I liked a hell of a fucking lot and didn't even fucking tell me?” You couldn't hold them back, the tears streamed down your face but your voice was clear and stern. “Don't even bother apologising, don't fucking talk to me again and tell your girlfriend the same you pair of fucking assholes!”

You hung up and threw your phone onto the arm chair in the corner of your room. You fell back onto you bed again; hands covering your puffy face and bloodshot eyes.

You couldn't care less about him choosing her over you. It was the fact they both betrayed you. Neither of them telling you about seeing each other yet acting like everything was normal when around you. Jisoo knew how you felt about Hansol yet she went off behind your back; your best friend. Ex best friend.

Amidst your little breakdown, you didn't hear the door swing open, accompanied by the whiny voice of Jaehyun.

“Your brother is such a party-pooper. He fell asleep half way- Shit, Y/N what happened?” His eyes fell onto your dishevelled form sprawled out on the bed and tentatively kneeled on the floor beside your bed.

“Hansol and my best friend were seeing each other behind my back. Jae, she knew that I really felt something for him it she went off with him anyway!” Your voice broke at the end, the words becoming a mumbling strain of nonsense. As your breathing became erratic, you found yourself being embraced by the blonde-haired boy.

“You don't need dicks like that in your life Y/N.” His hand found your hair; starting to unconsciously stroke your hair, tangling his fingers in your tresses.

“Why can't I find someone? I've never been able to find someone who actually cared enough not to hurt me.” Sobs escaped your gasping voice as the sudden flood of anxiety overcame you. Your mind went into over drive; thinking of reasons why no one had loved you, why no one had meant it when they kissed you. When would you ever find that person?

“You'll find someone Y/N. Possibly sooner than you think.” The sensation of his fingers running through your hair halted. Feeling a little disappointed, you removed your hands from your face, only to find his merely centimetres away from your own.

You felt yourself instinctively press your body into the mattress, the lack of proximity between the two of you making your cheeks and ears heat up.

“Y-you think so?” You tripped over your words slightly as with each breath that escaped his lips, you felt the warmth of it dance along your own.

He nodded in response, moving to sit on the edge of the bed. You shifted further up the bed so that your back was resting against the headboard. He leaned forward; hands placed either side of you.

You pressed your thighs together in a bid to control the wetness that started form in between your legs. It was almost instinctive; screaming internally with excitement seeing your high school crush look you up and down, a mischievously endearing expression etched on his perfectly sculpted face. The eye contact that the two of you held was soon broken as he edged closer.

The feeling of his lips pressing against the skin on the crook of your neck sent chills down your spine, causing you to shiver slightly from the sensation. You felt him nibble playfully at the sensitive skin followed by him sucking at it gently.

Your head lulled backwards, lips parted slightly. You couldn't put into words how you felt but, needless to say, you were ultimately turned on at that moment, feeling your underwear become wetter with each advancement he made.

Jaehyun moved his hand to rest on your upper thigh, the sudden contact to that area making you squirm with excitement, unconsciously letting out a small whimper as his hand slowly moved further up you thigh, nearing your soaked core.

Jaehyun relished in the fact that you were putty in his hands, you were being so openly vulnerable and letting him take control; it sent his mind into overdrive, thinking of all the things he wanted to do to pleasure you.

He moved his lips from your neck to your jaw, trailing feather light kisses along it before meeting with your own lips; moving in synch with each other.

You felt him tug at the hem of your bed shorts, eager to remove them for you as he already started to pull them down as much as he could whilst you were sat down with his body hovering above you.

You let him pull them down further by lifting your hips up slightly, allowing him to remove them completely; you lips never had separated. The moment they left your small frame, he was quick to place his hand where it once was, only to move further up your thigh than before. His nimble fingers moved your delicate lace panties to the side, allowing full view of your core, his finger sliding up between your folds.

He pulled away from the kiss and looked down to see his soaking wet finger.

“God you're so fucking wet.” He quirked an eyebrow and smirked as he saw you flush a shade of red. He moved in closer, his lips brushing against your ear, “You must want me a lot more than I thought?” You nodded as his tugged on your earlobe gently with his teeth before rejoining his lips with your own.

His finger teased around you glistening folds, stroking them up and down before he started to rub your clit with his thumb, inserting a single digit into your core.

The feeling caused you to let out a loud moan that was merged with a gasp. He pulled away from your lips and started to chuckle lightly, you hand quickly coming to your mouth.

“Not so loud baby, Johnny is only downstairs remember.” He teased, you playfully hit his chest, attempting to conceal your own giggles in the process.

You felt as though you were living life on the edge at the thought of your brother only being downstairs as his best friend fucked you senseless. You felt like the mischievous girl you never got to be in high school. Though for Jaehyun, it was quite the opposite in your senior year.

He wasn't a bad guy, he was your friend after all, but he had his fair share of girls and scandalous stories that followed them, and usually that would put a girl off of a guy, but not you. You knew the real Jaehyun because of being so close to him, you knew a side that most didn't.

So the fact that you were now in your room with the guy you had had a crush on for years, but was in denial about it, between your legs, half naked; tongue sliding up and down your slick folds, had you feeling as though you had conquered the ambitions of your 18 year old self.

“Fuck Jae!” You moaned, quickly covering your mouth with your hand as the other reached down to grab his perfectly soft blond locks. You let him lift your legs onto his shoulders, allowing him better access to your now dripping wet folds, simultaneously massaging your breasts that were previously freed from your tank top.

“You taste so fucking good Y/N.” He almost purred as he continued to skilfully lick your folds, going up to suck on your throbbing bundle of nerves, even tugging on it at times, causing you to buck your hips into his face in response to the euphoric feeling of your clit being stimulated.

With all of what was happening at once, you felt yourself coming close to your release, both hands now gripping onto his biceps.

“Jae! I’m gonna-“

You felt all the endorphins, that had been building up within you, release. Your hips bucked up against his face again, slowly riding out your high as his tongue dared to slip into your entrance.

Once you rode out the rush, you looked up and saw Jaehyun stand up, unbuckling his jeans, quickly sliding them off to reveal his fully formed erection that was now only being concealed by his grey boxers.

He retook his position, only to be stopped by you. A look of confusion on his face.

“Now it's your turn.” You smirked at him, sitting up and leaning forward; taking his lips with your own. “I want to make you feel just as amazing as you made me feel then.” You smiled into the kiss before slowly liking away.

“But this is about you Y/N, this is to help you forget about him and you should be the only one being pleasured.” He was stubborn, but you kept insisting.

“He's long forgotten Jae, you're the only person I want.” You let your hand wander until you found his erection that you could feel throbbing from beneath the thin fabric.

You had him move so that his back was now resting against the headboard, taking the spot you had just occupied. You gently stroked his cock through the fabric, instantly feeling him squirm under your touch.

He grabbed your hand and guided it to his unclothed length, having been freed from its fabric constraint as he pulled his boxers down slightly. You took his stiff cock in your small hand, getting accustomed to his size as you gently kissed the tip, licking the precum and humming at its sweet yet bitter taste.

He groaned at the feeling, his hands finding their way to your hair; quickly tangling his fingers in it.

You placed your lips around his tip, slowly moving your head down as you took in more of his length teasingly licking the underside of his tip, your hand pumping the rest that didn't fit in your mouth. He started to help you pick up the pace by moving your head up and down by gripping onto your hair tighter. A shaky groan left his lips as he let his head roll back, his eyes closing at the orgasmic feeling of your mouth around his cock.

“Y/N, I'm almost there..” he quietly mumbled followed by a resonating grunt, making you moan in response; his deep grunt sounding like music to your ears. You removed your mouth from his length but continued to use your hand to pump viciously, making him growl in approval of the pace.

Without warning, his hot seed spilled from his pulsating cock; dripping onto your hand and spraying onto his abdomen.

You straddled his legs, placing your hands on his chest as you leant down to lick the cum up from his toned abs, not breaking eye contact with him whilst doing so, also licking the remnants of cum from you fingers.

“What a dirty girl.” He teased as he tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear. You giggled mischievously, leaning in to kiss him passionately one last time before laying down on his chest.

“You don't know how much I fantasised about this since high school Jae.” You buried your face into his toned chest, entangling your legs together.

“Oh trust me, I do. I've been wanting to do this for years… you were different than the other girls, you knew the actual me. I swear I fell in love with you the moment we first met.” You let the single tear roll down your cheek, falling onto his chest.

“I love you too, Jae.” You craned your neck to have your lips meet his again, but the moment was ruined by a loud, raspy voice of someone who just woke up from a nap shouting from downstairs.

“Jae?! What are you doing?! I'm about to get food, let's go!”

“Be there in a minute!” Jaehyun shouted back.

“Ask Y/N what she wants if she's awake!” You both chuckled quietly at the whole scenario.

“What would my beautiful girlfriend want?” He asked as he stood up from the bed, clothing himself; which actually bothered you as you wouldn't see that immaculate body for a few days probably.

“Phad Thai, please.” You beamed brightly at him as he grabbed his flannel shirt from the armchair, quickly running over to give you one last kiss before running out of the room and down the stairs.

“Dude, your hair is a fucking mess. The fuck were you doing?”

“Relaxed in your room.”

“You seem really chirpy.. you jacked off in my room didn't you? Fuck sake Jae!”

The bickering continued until you heard the front door shut. You couldn't contain it any longer, you squealed with joy; rolling around on you bed giggling. You finally did it, you had Jae for your own. Those years upon years of waiting were all worth it.

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