The early morning sun wakes you, its not warm but by fuck its bright. What a beautiful and random dream, maybe you should schedule a head injury once a season, if its going to bring forward such intense and vivid dreams as Yoongi visiting you in the night. Stretching, you roll off the sofa. 'why am i here, and not in bed.' you wonder. Looking around, yes, definitely the living room of the hotel. Checking your watch for the time, you push the button to locate your phone at the same as well. It starts buzzing, its in the kitchen. Good coz you need some coffee and meds. There is a few notifications, your dad, Grams and Creep. 'fuuuuuuccccckkkkk' you exhale. it wasn't a dream. Reading the messages back you laugh at how you played with him. Then remember how his mouth felt. Touching your own chest, fuck he was kissing me on my neck too. If only i wasn't the innocent victim of a physical altercation, he would have fucked me too. That would have been the peak of my life. 'Fuck you bitch fan, hope you get an itchy ass and your arms cant reach'.
As you get the shower started, you tie your hair up and add a rather sexy looking shower cap. Looking in the mirror, "I'd fuck me" you wink at your reflection. So what, you missed out on the concert of a life time, you then missed out on what would have been an epic orgasm from him, you still have your health, your still good looking and even though its not him, there will be others. Forever the one that got away. Not one to dwell on the darkness, you decide that it was probably for the best.
The warm water helps to wash away the feeling of loss. But not the feeling of want. Your body really wanted to be touched, so you give in. Sliding your hands over your chest, The smell of mango fills the air, the body wash making you silky to the touch. Nipples reacting to your gentle manipulation. Your mind seeing your hands as his. Long and defined and contrasting with your skin, your nipple looked so dark between his fingers, you imagine his mouth on yours now and how his tongue felt inside. His eyes watching you and reading your mind. A hand lowering between your thighs, a thumb on your button, 'that feels nice'. Lifting your leg onto the side, a better angle is found, she's so wet and not from the shower, the warm water beats down on your shoulders, as your intensify your actions the sensations build. His face clear in your mind and his voice in your ear. "cum for me" focussing now, you let out a yell of ecstasy. "fuck yes Yoongi". Panting slightly, you put your foot down. It wouldn't do for the paramedics to find you in the shower, your own juices on your hand and a fresh gash on your head.
Dried off and sexual appetite appeased, you look for the hotel breakfast menu.
After some fruit, toast and more coffee, you take a walk. Some fresh air will do you good. You call your dad and he fusses, saying he should have stayed longer and come over this morning. He didn't tell your Grams about what happened, it would only worry her. You leave her a voice message, telling her that your enjoying spending time with dad and that the hotel is magnificent. You haven't contacted him today, you think it could be awkward.
The walk was a good idea. There really isn't an outcome where you being a tour hook up for him works out for you. He will go to the next city and even though he says he's not like that, you don't want to get your hopes up. He's a fit guy, with money and plenty of people to chose from. Taking a rest on a small wall, you open you phone and look through the many pictures you have of him. Its kind of silly now if you think about it logically. Over four thousand pictures. That's not healthy. If anything you should have the title stalker. The sun is warming up, but the clouds don't allow for you to fully enjoy it, such is life. He was concerned about you, genuinely, he was interested in you and stayed until you fell asleep, that's sweet too. You don't want to think of the negatives but your rational mind would let you, he is a stranger, he kissed you, felt you up and then watched as you slept. Anything could have happened. That wasn't the smartest or safest of your choices. But when he was offered sex, he didn't. He backed off. Unsure about that turn of events. Again positive, he didn't want to just take, he isn't into fucking random females. There should be some sort of paperwork or back ground check done. Negative, he wasn't actually in to you, your not really his type. You will never know.
More notifications have landed on your phone, the girls chat, is going off. They are asking for more pictures and for you to send videos of yesterday. Not one to disappoint, you send them the pictures of your x-ray, the open cut and then another of it with stiches and add a voice note. "didn't get past sound check, some over enthusiastic fan mistook my head for a piñata, i have mild concussion and was told i would have to miss the concert for my health, I'm resting now". yeah, that chats going on silent, you don't need the pity and fake upset. Time to head back to the hotel and watch clips of the concert online.
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Love hits hard.
FanfictionIt's time to make some choices. You have been putting it off, and people are asking questions. At your age, you feel the pressure. There is always work to be done and smiles to fake. The endless faces and the same questions every time. That's whe...
