𝐌𝐲 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 : [𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗣𝗟𝗘𝗧𝗘𝗗] ______ 𝙷𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐
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He lifted my dress
I felt his warm hand on my bare thighs, goosebumps arise in my body, when his hand reached upwards and he whispere...
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{ 7/14 }
{ warning⚠ smut ahead }
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I was waiting for him to come home, but it was getting quite late, and he still hadn’t returned. Worry gnawed at me as I paced back and forth, my thoughts spiraling out of control. What if something had happened to him? I couldn’t just sit here and do nothing—I had to protect him, somehow.
Just then, I heard the front door creak open. My heart skipped a beat, but I couldn’t muster the courage to go and see who it was. Moments later, there were three knocks on the bedroom door. Relief washed over me as I recognized the familiar rhythm—it was Rag.
I rushed to the door, and as soon as I opened it, he practically fell into my arms. He reeked of alcohol, his breath sweet and heavy. Struggling to stand, he finally steadied himself and, in a drunken tone, slurred, "Nothing will happen to you as long as I’m alive. I’ll protect you and send you back home."
His legs wobbled, and I quickly caught him, helping him over to the bed. As I tried to lay him down, he grabbed my dress, pulling me closer. With a dazed smile, he asked, "Will you marry me, tonight?"
My breath caught in my throat, my heart racing. I stared at him, unable to process his words. Was he seriously asking me to marry him? But then he smiled sheepishly and continued, "Sorry if you feel bad. LU asked me to ask you because he wanted me to be saved. I needed courage, so I drank 20 shots."
His bright smile didn’t match the gravity of the situation. What was I supposed to do? If I refused, his life could be in danger. But if I said yes, what would happen to me? Rag had done so much for me—how could I be so selfish? I wasn’t sure if I was ready to get married, but I knew one thing: I couldn’t let him face this alone.
Taking a deep breath, I replied, "Y-yes, I will."
Rag’s eyes lit up, and he quickly pulled me by the wrist, causing me to fall against his chest. He looked me in the eyes and, with a serious tone, said, "I’m not drunk. I’m just pretending to be. So think wisely—don’t ask me why I’m pretending. Please."
His confession left me stunned. He wasn’t drunk? I sat down on the bed, my mind racing, staring out the window. What was I supposed to do now? But deep down, I knew what I had to do. I got up and, still facing the window, unzipped my gown, letting it fall to the ground. Turning back to Rag, I said, "I want to do it. I don’t care why you’re pretending. And don’t think I’m doing this because I overheard your conversation with your family—I just want to do it."
He got up from the bed, jogged over to me, and grabbed me by the neck, pulling me into a hard kiss. As our lips met, I felt him moving forward, forcing me to take steps back until I was pinned against the wall. I wrapped my arms around his neck, deepening the kiss as he devoured me with fervor.
