Summary: A bet with a friend goes further than you bargained for.
Genre(s): Smut / friends to lovers / fluff (if you squint)
Warnings: Explicit language / unprotected sex (wrap it) / light choking / Soft Dom Bam / clit play / multiple orgasms (reader) / breast play / slight biting / oral (m.receiving) / swallowed cum shot / deep throat
Rating: 18+ (NSFW) MDNI
Word count: 2.6k
Banner: @shadowkoo you're a goddess.
Beta: @frenchkisstheabyss thank you so much and as usual @anyamaris for your encouragement and endless cheerleading and the gorgeous moodboard at the end!
Author's Notes: I felt inspired after Paris fashion week
Sitting on the edge of Bam’s bed while you wait for him to finish dressing, you flick lazily through a magazine, letting your eyes drift over the pages. Having the distraction helps you to resist the urge to roll your eyes at how long he's taking, and already regretting asking him to be your plus one, even if it’s only a platonic date.
You have been dressed and ready for 30 minutes.
Glancing repeatedly at the time staring back at you on your phone, stomach tied up in knots the longer you have to wait.
“Bam, for the love of all things holy, can you please hurry up. I don't want to be late.” You call out.
“Hey, you can't rush perfection babe. You should try to achieve it at some point, maybe then you wouldn't be single.” He teases, voice echoing in your bathroom, and you can't help the smile that tugs at your lips.
“Ouch.” You reply, tossing the magazine aside and strolling over to the window as his laughter rings out in the distance.
The street outside is bustling, everyone heading out for their Saturday night. The traffic is almost at a standstill, only adding to your stress.
Huffing, you turn and charge over to the bathroom about to bang on the door when it opens suddenly and he steps out, giving you a little spin.
“What do you think, huh?” He asks, moving his tinted glasses to the edge of his nose in order to wiggle his eyebrows suggestively at you.
Your eyes trail slowly down his outfit. He looks good, damn good. But you weren't about to come right out and say that.
“Yea, nice. Can we go now?” you ask, impatiently, grabbing your purse and phone off the bed.
“Wait, wait, did you just say nice?”
You turn to him, fighting the laughter you feel bubbling up inside, when you see his shocked expression.
“Nice? Come on, be serious, do I look good or not?”
Rolling your eyes, you say, “you know you look good.”
“Yes, but I want to hear you say it.”
Sighing, you walk over to him and stroke your fingertips down the lapels of his leather jacket. “You look hot, this outfit screams ‘choke me, daddy.’”
His full lips stretch into a smile that lights up his face, but it's the look in his eyes that has your nerves on edge, one you've not seen before.
“Have I stroked your ego enough that we can leave now?”
He puts an index finger up at you, stopping you in your tracks. “You did wonderfully but just one last thing, I promise,”
Jutting out your jaw, you lean onto one hip and cross your arms, waiting for him to continue.
“What is it you noticed first, my impressive physique in this outfit or my handsome face?”
“Your ears.” You remark quickly, feeling rather smug with your retort.
“You always have something smart to say, huh?” He says, leaning against the bathroom door frame. “I bet you'd like these ears if your ankles were tucked behind them.”
Your mouth pops open in shock, the image alone has your core pulsating with excitement. He's been your best friend for years and your relationship has always been heavily flirtatious, with your hopes that one day things might develop into something more. But he never says anything this close to the mark.
A heat creeps along your skin and up your neck, making the silk material of your dress feel uncomfortable suddenly. The silence stretches on as he watches you, waiting for another teasing comeback but for once, you have nothing. Because right now all you could think about was your legs on his shoulders as he plunges deep inside you.
“I still don't think I would.” You goad him, the words out of your mouth before you can stop them.
You notice the heat that flashes in his eyes as he pulls himself away from the door frame and starts towards you. “You wanna bet?”
Backing up slowly towards the window, he stalks you, a confident air in his walk that makes your teeth dig into your bottom lip. “Are you a gambling man, Bam, or do you just really like to lose?”
“I never lose, baby.”
Your back hits the window ledge and you grip onto it in anticipation at how far he's going to take this. He stops in front of you, leaving only an inch between your bodies. Reaching up, he toys with the thin straps on your dress, tugging one gently and watching as it falls off your shoulder.
“Did I mention how stunning you look in this?” He asks, taking his glasses off and putting them on a shelf next to you.
His eyes burn into yours, like the heat from a thousand suns, searing into you and melting your insides, making arousal pool in your underwear.
“No, you didn't.” Your voice is thick and you can't help but swallow to wet your dry throat as he reaches up to the other strap.
“This colour really suits your skin tone. But do you know what would improve it?” He asks and you shake your head.
He tugs the other strap, watching that fall. “if it was on the floor instead.” He gently hooks a finger into the neckline giving it only a little encouragement until the entire dress pools around your feet.
The instant your bare breasts feel the air your nipples stiffen. His eyes travel hungrily down the expanse of your body and he moans in appreciation.
“Look at how beautiful you are now. Perfection achieved.” He hooks a finger under your chin and lifts your gaze up to him. “Do you want to take my bet?”
All you can do is nod, shocked you're both actually crossing this line but so ecstatic that it's happening.
“I need words, baby.” His face falls, completely serious, “If you don't want this, tell me and we'll go to the party.”
You look up at him through your lashes, a smirk pulling up one side of your mouth. “I'm feeling lucky tonight, Bam, so I'll take your bet.”
He smiles, with his finger still under your chin, and leans down to kiss you. He's surprisingly gentle and when you feel his tongue seeking permission to explore your mouth you give him entry. But all too soon he pulls away.
He peels off his leather jacket and throws it on his bed, revealing a black vest that makes his chiselled arms stand out. “If you want me to stop at any point, just say and I'll do it, ok?”
“Yes.” You respond, biting your lip when he looks back to you and making his eyes darken in a way that has your stomach doing somersaults.
“Good. Now, turn around and face the wall.”
You follow his command, excitement has your core pulsating as you wonder what he's got in store for you. Hearing the sound of a zipper, the need to turn around and take a peek is almost too much to bear, as you picture him pulling out his thick, hard cock.
A hand slides down your rear, moving with the curve and ends in-between your legs where he skims your entrance. His fingers glide against your slick that you can already feel against your thighs.
“So wet already. I think I'm definitely going to win this bet.” He whispers against your ear.
You resist the urge to whimper at the dominance in his voice but when one of his hands comes around your front and grabs your throat, his long fingers encasing your neck completely, you can't help the longing moan that escapes.
“Oh, so you like to play rough, huh? That's fine with me, baby.”
You feel warm, hard flesh against your rear until he guides it to your entrance and pushes slowly inside you. Your hands land flat on the wall to keep yourself up, although the grip he has on your neck definitely helps. You can't help gasping as he stretches you open in the most delicious way.
“Fuck baby, you feel so good around my cock.” he breathes as he bottoms out inside you. “You have no idea how long I've wanted this.”
Your core clenches from his words and he moans.
“Something tells me you've been waiting for this too.”
“Yes.” you whine, thrusting your hips back, eager for him to start moving inside you. “Bam, please.”
The hand on your throat keeps you firmly in place while his other hand reaches around, skating his fingertips softly around to your nipples, rolling one gently in-between his fingers. Warm lips touch your shoulder sending a delicious shiver down your spine.
“I like hearing you beg for me.” He whispers against your skin.
Your wet cunt clenches around him again making him let out another little moan. He slowly pulls himself out of you before plunging himself right back in. The sinful sound of his dick sliding into your soaked core makes you moan much louder than you anticipated. He picks up the pace of his movements and it makes your toes curl every time he hits that spot inside you.
“That feel good, baby?” he asks, as the fingers wrapped around your throat move to your jaw and tilt your head back.
“Y-yes.” You respond feeling dizzy with lust.
His other hand moves slowly down your stomach, palm sliding softly across your skin and setting the trail on fire in its wake. When he reaches between your thighs and finds your clit, he gathers your slick and makes gentle circles against the delicate bud. Your stomach tightens, as your orgasm approaches fast, making your back arch as pleasure rushes through you like an electric current, taking your breath away. Your knees begin to buckle but he holds you up by your throat.
“Come on baby, you can do it. Cum for me.”
At his words, you let go and unravel, your needy sex spasming wildly around his cock. He helps you ride it out until your body starts to twitch and your moans become desperate pleas to stop the over-stimulation.
Slowly, he slides himself out of you and releases his grip on your throat to turn you around. “You're not done yet, are you?” He challenges, as his hands cup either side of your face.
Feeling emboldened and aroused more than ever, “Not even close.” you respond.
Leaning in his lips touch yours again, this time with an unmatched hunger as you turn into a mess of tongues and teeth. He scoops your legs out, lifting you off the floor and you squeeze them around his waist. Your back slams into the wall behind you as he plunges himself inside you once again.
His fingers are bruising as they dig into the skin at your hips, holding you firm as he thrusts up into you.
Your lips stay glued to his, unable to pull yourself away from him, even to breathe, and when you bite his bottom lip hard, he growls, which only seems to spur him on. And the rhythm of his incessant pounding makes you want to scream.
He spins abruptly, and your back peels off the wall as he carries you in two, big strides and sits himself on the edge of the bed.
Your hips move instinctively, rotating, as you accept the cue of taking control and relish in it. He's got too many clothes on still and you grapple at his black vest and yank it off, over his head abruptly before tossing it aside. Your eager hands roam over the muscular plates of his chest, moaning with delight to finally be able to touch him in this way.
When you change your rhythm and start to slide yourself up and down his length, your breasts begin to bounce and he buries his face in them. His teeth find anchorage in the soft flesh making you yelp but a fresh wave of arousal coats him and he lets out a low chuckle, full of amusement at his obvious effect on you.
Using both hands he grabs your breasts, squeezing them as he peppers wet kisses across them, the sensation sending delightful goosebumps across your skin. Holding on to the back of his neck to ground yourself, you pick up pace with your movements as you grind yourself on him. A cord pulls tight, low in your stomach, a heaviness settling as your second orgasm approaches, and as your core clenches around him, he encourages you.
“Yes, baby, you gonna come again for me?” He says looking up at you in awe, as if you're the Mona Lisa standing before him.
“Yes, yes, yes.” you can't help but repeat the word like a mantra, unable to focus on anything but your impending climax.
“Fuck, you look so sexy, so fucking perfect.” He says, as he licks a stripe up one of your breasts. The warmth of his tongue along your skin tips you over the edge, and falling into the precipice of pleasure you contract around him.
He peppers kisses up your chest as he helps you ride out your orgasm, holding your hips and moving them for you until your spasms stop.
“I am so fucking close.” He whispers strained, only then do you realise just how close, with the veins bulging from his neck.
You jump off, with no time to be amused by his horrified expression, and drop to your knees in front of him, grabbing him and enveloping your lips around him in one swift movement.
He groans, throwing his head back as he combs his fingers through your hair, grabbing and moving you gently. You suck him into your mouth as deep as you can go, when he hits the back of your throat you swallow, earning a loud and whiny moan from him.
He thrusts up into you, chasing that feeling again, so you pull off and plunge onto him once more.
Only this time, when you feel him in your throat he unravels and shoots rope upon rope of his orgasm into you. Swallowing greedily as you continue to milk him with your mouth until he's a writhing mess beneath you.
Standing up, legs shaky, you take a seat next to him on the bed, him breathing hard and you wiping the corners of your mouth.
“My god, that was insane.” He says between ragged breaths as he collapses back on the bed.
“Uh-huh.” you agree, joining him.
His fingers lightly touch yours, suddenly seeming so shy as if searching for permission, almost laughable given what you've both just done. Entwining your fingers with his and clasping his hand, he turns towards you, laying on his side.
“You're perfect, you know that right?” He says sweetly.
A blush spreads across your cheeks, making you feel hot under his intent stare but you shrug, “you're not so bad yourself.”
He laughs at that, “yes and now you must admit defeat and bow to your winner.”
Sitting up, you turn to him, “oh, I think you're mistaken.”
He frowns, expression turning into one of bewilderment.
“I don't recall my legs being anywhere near your ears. That was the bet, was it not?”
You watch his face fall as realisation dawns on him and he can't fight his smile as you laugh at his cockiness.
“Sorry Bam, you lose I'm afraid.”
“Hey, if that was losing, I could get used to it.” He squeezes your hand, before bringing it up to his mouth and pressing a kiss to the back of it. But when he looks up at you, there's a heat there that sets your insides alight. “Unless you're still feeling lucky?”
With an eyebrow raised towards him, you lean down, hovering inches away from his pillowy lips, and propose, “double or nothing?”
Summary: You end up sleeping over at Bambam’s after you end up watching a scary movie
You didn’t know how or why your and Bambam’s weekly movie night had ended up being horror themed tonight but it had, and now there was popcorn on the floor, every light in the downstairs turned on, and two people frozen in their spots as the credits rolled on the last one of the night.
Wrapped tightly in one of the living room blankets, you blinked yourself out of a daze and looked warily at the clock.
“I guess I better head home,” you sigh, standing up and allowing the blanket to drop back onto the couch.
“You don’t have to...” Bambam peeks up at you from where he’s hidden behind his own blanket, holding onto one of his cats like its protection. “I mean, it’s late and I have a guest bedroom.”
You crack a smile as you find your shoes. “That’s sweet of you but I have work tomorrow and so do you.”
Bambam sets down his cat, wrapping his blanket around him as he follows you to the door. “I have towels. You can shower here. I’ll even let you borrow a clean shirt.”
You shrug on your coat, picking up your purse and digging for your keys. “You know my job requires formal wear Bam and I’m wearing jeans, otherwise I would.”
Right as you reach for the door handle he speaks again. “What if you get murdered in your car?”
“I’m not going to get murdered in my car.”
“Okay BUT-” He puts his hand on the door as you try to open it, closing it again. “What if you leave and a clown crawls through my window and I get murdered.”
You pause, turning to face him. “Aww, is someone scared?” You coo, poking him in the chest.
“Yes. And I know you enough that you really don’t want to go to your car in the dark.”
“My car is like, six feet away.”
“A lot can happen in six feet.”
You consider his words. Truth be told, you were a little anxious about having to drive home alone on the dark roads at this time of night. All the worst possible scenarios flashed through your head.
“I’ll sleep over on one condition.” You set down your bag on the side table and begin to take off your coat.
“What’s that?” Bambam lets out a breath of relief, quickly locking the door and double checking its strength.
“I get to borrow clothes.” You gesture down your body. “Because there is no way I’m sleeping in jeans.”
“Deal.” Bambam grabs your hand and pulls you to his bedroom, opening the closet and beginning to rummage. “Do you want black or gray?” He asks, holding up two different pairs of sweatpants.
You follow him over, peering into the depths. “Gray. Oo and can I have that too?” You point towards one of the T-shirt’s hanging up.
“This?” He pulls it out. “But it’s Gucci,” he whines.
“Do you want me to stay over or not.”
“Yes.” He practically throws it at you. “Take it. Please just stay.”
You laugh as you catch the clothes, heading over to his bathroom to change. “I don’t suppose you have an extra toothbrush too?”
It takes a few minutes to get yourself settled for the night, borrowing this and that and listening to Bambam’s whines until you’re finally settled in on one side of his bed, turning out the light after you’re both finally comfortable.
You are laying in the dark attempting to fall asleep when a sudden THUMP sounds through the dark, causing you and Bambam to both sit straight up in bed.
“WHAT WAS THAT.” Bambam all but yells, reaching for your hand in the dark.
You sit all the way up, reaching over to turn on the light and looking around before finding the culprit.
“King knocked over your garbage can.” You laugh nervously, pointing to the mess in the corner.
“God King - I thought we were going to die.” Bambam walks over and picks the cat up, bringing him into the bed with you.
You bury your face in your hands, calming your nerves. “We really should not have had a horror movie night.”
Bambam laughs, cuddling his cat closer. “Yeah, it’s made me afraid of the dark.”
You look over at him and raise an eyebrow. “You’re always afraid of the dark.”
“Hey, I didn’t ask to be called out.”
You chuckle softly, looking around the dim lit room. “So... Disney movie to forget the clowns?”
Bambam throws the blanket off his legs and reaches for the remote. “Thank god. I love you.”
You chuckle softly, picking up the abandoned kitten and stroking his head. “Just never ever make me endure another horror movie night with you ever again.”
The DVD player clicks as Bambam heads back towards the bed, the opening music for Tangled beginning to play. “Deal.”
Thank you for always being the brightest smile in our lives. For making us laugh and for giving us advice like a real sibling would. I hope you're always happy and smiling and that you will achieve all your dreams and goals.
" I'm so excited for you to come over today 😊", Youngjae smiled as he read your text.Giddy even at the thought of seeing you after so many months,he flopped out of bed to check his outfit once again.He tidied his hair again , humming with pure joy.Later he checked the time after every five minutes not wanting to be a second late but neither a second early ,to seem too eager to spend time with you.He went out to a store near where you live to do away with the remaining time he had.As he stepped in , he looked around until he found something you would definitely love, a frame with a classy wooden design.Sooner then he realised, he was already at your doorstep.As you opened the door, he found himself as if staring into a mirror.There you were with a gift of appoximatly the same size as him, grinning."1, 2 , 3 !", you shouted as both of you burst into each other's presents.As Youngjae looked into the box , it was the same frame but only with a different photo of both of you.You both laughed at yourselves and each other and in that moment , Youngjae knew he found his twin , the love of his life , the one who understands him the best.
BAMBAM
Under the cotton candy sky, you both took a walk on the exotic , equatorial beach.It was one of those moments to just lie down on the warm sand, with thoughts running across your mind.This is what Bam exactly needed.A getaway from the rest of the world just for a while.As he kept on thinking , he felt his tears overpour and spill over.He didn't realize how stressed he was and how much he missed his family.In that moment, he felt so alone and afraid but that was until he felt your hand cup his face and gently pulled his face towards yours.Upon seeing his tears , for the first time since you started dating , he thought you would be a little shocked and start questioning why is it that he was crying which he didn't want to explain.But instead , you wiped a falling tear and pulled his body close to yours , embrassing him wholeheartedly.Bam was stunned at your actions.He felt so understood, so captivated by your love, that nothing else but being there with you is the only thing that mattered.He held on to you tight and didn't let go.The following night, as you both lay under the cover of the cool bed, his eyes smiled on seeing you sleep.Never did he ever feel so happy just being there with anyone, not doing anything , not saying anything.And that's when it dawned upon him, he was in fact , in love with you.
KIM YUGYEOM
Love was in the air seemed like an understatement this Valentine's day.Love seemed to be there in the most queer of places and no-one was afraid to show their love,except Yugyeom and you.It had been a few months since you two started dating, still shy to make a move.And to say the least thus 14th of Febuary wasn't helping at all.You both without a thought went out for a walk in the sun but ended feeling completely out of place.Out of annoyance, Yugyeomasked you , if you just wanted wanted to somewhere more private And you immediately complied.On the way to your apartment roof which Yugyeom knew was somewhere you went when you felt stressed and needed to just breathe.You both picked up a few drinks and snacks and just sat on the roof , stealing glances, having small talk when suddenly he felt brave and grabbed your face.When he saw you turn wide-eyed, looking at him , he felt the nervousness hit him.But for some reason couldn't help bringing your face closer until that was he felt his lips touch yours and finally the sparks that he was waiting for finally flew.He felt your lips form a smile and he chuckled.You both talked more later, laughing.While going back home ,he couldn't stop thinking about you.He knew he was in love and now you both were finally a part of the rest of the cheesy Valentine's day couples.
Laying there in your near freezing you, you pulled the blankets over you as you practically threw yourself onto the bed.
Your mattress perfectly contorted to your curves, offering you ultimate comfort as you turned on your TV; immediately went to netflix and began to endless scroll through the ‘recently added’ section in hope of finding something interesting to watch before your shower.
A frustrated sigh flowed out of your parted lips as they turned into a soft pout, “Really they just had to take-” You began but were immediately interrupted by the sudden ding of your ringtone.
You quickly pulled your phone from your pocket, the screen automatically lit up at a message from Bambam flashed.
You sat there reading and rereading his messages; He had to be drunk or something, not once has he ever said something like that to you- nor did he really ever show you affection that could hint he felt this way about you.
Not even ten minutes later you heard someone come into your apartment, “Y/n!” You heard a familiar voice call out to you followed by the sound of your front door locking, “It’s Bam..”
Sitting up on your bed, you straightened out your shirt; allowing it to delicately hang off your shoulder. “Yeah..” You replied as you were about to stand from your spot, “I’m com-”
Before you could finish your sentence, you saw your friend standing there at you the entrance to your room; his eyes completely fixated on you. “-ing… Hey..” You meekly murmured.
“Hey..” He replied, slightly lifting his head as he greeted you. The apples of his cheeks were flushed and his pupils we blown, making his already dark eyes seem darker- if that was even possible.
You felt your face go red hot as he smoothly stalked over to you, joining on your bed. Your breath practically was caught in your throat as your eyes locked with his.
“Ba- Bam.. your texts-” You couldn’t even finished your sentence, his hands automatically rose up to your face- cupping it between them as he pulled you forward, roughly pressing his lips to yours.
Bringing your hand up, you gently wrapped one around his wrist as the other found its way to his chest; lightly grasping the silky fabric of his shirt.
The sheer neediness that he exhibited through completely caught you off guard, you could feel the hunger practically exude off him.
His fingertips gently grazed your cheeks and jaw, swiftly moving one hand to the back of your head; gently grabbing a fistful of your hair as he laid you back onto the mattress, climbing on top of you.
A soft moan flowed out of you and into his mouth as his knee brushed against your now wanting heat.
Finally, he pulled away from the kiss- allowing the two of you to catch your breath.
“I want you so fucking badly.” He practically growled, his hands began to desperately explored your clothed form. “I’ve wanted you for so long, y/n.”
His lewd confession shook you to your core, “I want you too..” You sweetly hummed in reply while his hands to the liberty to explore your lower half. In a swift movement, his fingers hooked around the waistband of your bottoms pulling them down- then quickly tossing the offensive material off the bed.
“I’m-” He frantically began as his eyes zeroed in on the nude colored lace that barely covered your sweet flower. “Gonna fuck your brains out, y/n, understand?” His voice sounded so desperate as he undid his belt and jeans, slipping down to his mid-thigh area.
His impressive length automatically sprung free, your eyes widen the moment you saw it- you had your suspicions that he was big, but not that big. “Yes, sir..” You meekly whimpered, nipping at your lower lip as he gripping his member at the base. “I- I understand..”
As he gently stroked his cock, he allowed his free hand to gently tease your wanting cunt. He savored the sweet, erotic song that was your gorgeous moans, “Fuck, y/n.” He groaned, pushing your panties to the side; his long digits traced your slick slit, rubbing your clit every so often before finding his way to your sopping entrance. “You’re already so ready for me, babygirl.”
“Bam-” You airily uttered, but were automatically hushed by him.
“It’s Daddy right now, little one..” He softly snarled, wedging himself between your legs as he began lining his member up with your entrance. “If you don’t address me correctly I won’t be so nice anymore, got it?”
Your eyes practically rolled back as your jaw went slack, “Yes- Yes Daddy..” You whimpered, roughly biting your lower lip as he pressed the head of his cock against your drenched hole.
“Fuck, babe. You’re gonna look so gorgeous with my dick inside you.”
“You’re fucking mine now, y/n- all mine. Understand, little one?”
“And how do you feel Y/n?” A voice appeared behind the two of you.
You turned to see him standing a couple feet away.
“Jaebum.”
“I-I have to go” you spoke rushing pass JB into the house, out the front door, and down the street heading towards the park near Jackson’s house. You really had no where to go. You had decided to move out the moment Sara told how she felt about JB. And lucky, Youngjae moved out of Jackson’s house around the same time you need a new place. Jackson gladly took you in, no questions asked. But that also meant, you couldn’t go running home now, because, well, you just rushed out of it.
You hear footsteps running after you., you picked up your pace, hoping to dear God that it wasn’t JB running after you.
“Y/N!” he yelled.
You ignored him.
“Y/N! Damnit! Talk to me!” You could hear the hint of irritation in his voice. He had manage to catch up to you by now, pulling on your arm, making you turn to face him.
“Hey!” You faked an enthusiastic tone, “ I- UH can’t talk right now, I got- uh-” you couldn’t think of anything.
“Cut the crap Y/N! Stop avoiding me and talk to me!”
You stayed silent, looking down.
“Please” he pleaded lowering his voice. “I really miss you.”
I miss you too. Of course you didn’t say it to him.
“Look” he began, reaching out to grab both of your hands. “I-I never got the courage to tell you,” his grip on your hands tightened, “and I sure as hell lost any that I did have when you asked me to date Sarah.” He looked at you, his eyes were soft. “I’m in love with you. And I’ve always been.”
Your heartbeat became irregular.
“You were so adamant bout me taking her on that stupid date, that I thought you never considered me in that way. That I’d never have a chance. But then I heard that conversation you had with Jinyoung. You started to avoid me the moment I agreed to go on that date. Why?”
Silence.
You were still avoiding his eyes. JB let go of your hands and cupped you face, bringing it up to look at him.
“Tell me. Tell me that you feel the same way.” Jb whispered.
Silence.
“Is the idea of us something you can’t even think of?” he asked, you could hear the disappointment in his voice. You still didn’t answer him. JB took it as an answer. His hands dropped from you face. He was crushed. He turned and started walking back to the house.
Then you spoke.
“No matter what I did, I kept thinking about you.” JB stopped in his track. “I physically exhausted myself, I tried so hard, I tried everything.” Tears where streaming down you face at this point, JB had turn to face you. “Even then, I couldn’t stop thinking about you. Sarah spoke up about liking you first. I couldn’t barge into that. What kind of friend would I be?”
“But I don’t like her, how you could possibly think you were barging into anything?”
“I just thought you’d be happy together.”
“But would you have been happy?” he asked stepping towards you. “If you tell me right now” steps closer, “that you don’t love me back” final steps towards you, “that you would be happy if she and I were together, then I’ll go do what you want.”
“I can’t” you answered quietly.
That was it. That was all JB need to close the gap between you and him. Cupping your face he kissed you. You felt his soft lips on yours, lingering, afraid of never getting the chance to do so again. You kissed him back, because it felt right, he felt right.
JB pulled away from the kiss smiling. Keeping his hands on your face, he thumb away the tears that were still present on your cheeks.
“You idiot. Learn to put yourself first sometimes” he said before kissing you again.
