𝑾𝑯𝑰𝑺𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑾𝑨𝑽𝑬𝑺 /𝑗𝑗 𝑚𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑎𝑛𝑘

𝟎𝟏𝟏.

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𝑭𝑼𝑪𝑲 𝑰𝑻
𝑠𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑜𝑛𝑒，𝑒𝑝𝑖𝑠𝑜𝑑𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑒𝑒
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ONCE EVERYONE dispersed back to their own homes, JJ told me he was staying at his dad's place tonight. I reluctantly agreed to accompany him, not only because he insisted but also because I wanted to ensure his well-being. We knew from experience that we slept more peacefully together. As we approached his porch, our hands inadvertently touched, sending a shiver of electricity through me.

I sank onto the edge of his bed, feeling an unusual weight of tension in the air. Usually, we could easily dismiss any awkward moment, but this time, the atmosphere was thick with anticipation. I could almost feel the heat radiating from JJ. His eyes were fixed on me, their intensity palpable.

As I looked at JJ, his disheveled blonde hair framing his face and his eyes intently studying mine, the air between us crackled with tension.

Before I could control my words, they spilled out in a blunt question, "Are you trying fuck me?"

Why the fuck did I say that?

JJ response came swiftly, a soft chuckle escaping his lips as he leaned closer, hovering over me. "Am I?" he repeated, a mischievous smirk playing on his face.

"I can see how you're looking at my body." I swallowed hard, my gaze shifting to his shorts as he adjusted them ever so slightly.

With a whisper, I continued, "And you keep adjusting your shorts, as if you're trying to conceal something."

As I tilted my head to look at him, I couldn't help but wonder what secrets his shorts held, and how much longer he could deny the undeniable tension between us.

How much longer I can deny it.

"I would say the opposite, by the way you're looking at me, angel." JJ whispered, his fingertips gently grazing my arm as he spoke.

"And how am I looking at you exactly?" I challenged, a scoff escaping my lips.

JJ's response was firm and direct, "Like you're pleading me to fuck you."

As his words hung in the air, a mix of surprise and desire flooded through me. I had never heard us speak so bluntly before, and it only seemed to fuel the already simmering tension between us.

JJ leaned down close to my ear, the heat of his breath grazing my skin. The touch of his arms around my waist sent shivers down my spine. His voice was a low, seductive whisper, as he said, "You want me."

And then, as if to emphasize his point, his hands began to move slowly up the length of my back, their trail leaving a trail of tantalizing fire in their wake.

JJ's words were intoxicating and impossible to ignore. "And it's killing you."

JJ lifted me effortlessly into his arms in a bridal carry, sending a wave of laughter and joy through me. He carried me across the room and gently laid me down on his bed. As he leaped on top of  me, I noticed the glint of his chain hanging free. Instinctively, I began to play with it, my fingers fiddling with the cool metal.