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Rough hands pull you down as your soft ones grip his shoulders, half crescent moons etching their marks, and you know that adds to his pleasure. So do your moans, and your pleas for him to go harder, faster, which he does.
His hips meet yours - upward in contrast to your push down south. It's how he likes to finish - looking up at your fucked out face, beads of sweat decorating the wrinkles on your forehead as you chase your high, mouth parted, repeating his name like a mantra.
"You're so beautiful like this, fuck," he grunts, his voice hoarse and he looks as fucked out as you.
This is how you like to finish, too - admiring the half-lidded eyes of the man writhing below you, bunny teeth biting his bottom lip and even in the dark, in this angle, you can make out the tiny mole that sits underneath. God, he looks so perfect.
You end the night like this - your limbs intertwined, chests heaving, soft laughter escaping you; he's a charmer that way. Backs laying flat on the bed now, he turns to look at you with such longing in his eyes, a different kind this time, and you take it for something else - hope.
"Be with me," you say.
Silence.
You see the fearful look in his eyes - or is that regret? Guilt? And then...
You awake from the dream before he could say anything.
Perhaps that's better - you know how it ends anyway.
Perhaps your messed up mind is kind enough not to let you go through that moment when half of your heart broke, but then again, it's that same mind that conjures up this memory every single year, on the same day, without fail.
It's the day when your life fell apart, when everything you knew was snatched from right under your feet, and you never saw it coming.
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Empty Space | Jeon Jungkook
FanfictionIt started as friendship, turned to a casual fuck, then ended in heartbreak. Turns out, he wasn't who he said he was, and years later he enters your life again, forcing you to face all the emotions you'd been trying to bury. OR Officer Jeon looks r...
