"Let it hurt until it cannot hurt anymore..." ©𝐉𝐈𝐊𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐄𝟏𝟕 No translations allowed. |*Contains mature and triggering content*| 18+

"Eye contact is way more intimate than words will ever be." ©𝐉𝐈𝐊𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐄𝟏𝟕 No translations allowed. |*Contains mature and triggering content*| 18+

"You do something to me I can't explain." ©𝐉𝐈𝐊𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐄𝟏𝟕 No translations allowed. |*Contains mature and triggering content*| 18+

"Next time you kiss me, make sure to do it in French." ©𝐉𝐈𝐊𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐄𝟏𝟕 No translations allowed. |*Contains mature and triggering content*| 18+

"A hidden connection is stronger than an obvious one." ©𝐉𝐈𝐊𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐄𝟏𝟕 No translations allowed. |*Contains some mature and triggering content*| 18+

"I guess I fell in love." "Yeah?" "Yes." "And who is the unlucky one?" "You..." I whispered. His dark eyes stopped in mine and my stomach felt tight. He threw me a small, innocent smile. "And what do you expect me to do about it?" "Love me back?" In less than a second his sweet smile transformed into a devilish one, and it took me completely off guard. "Make me."

"No, no. It wasn't me thinking. You said it yourself, loud and clear, babe-that I am beautiful," "Babe?" He raised an eyebrow, caught slightly off guard. "Well, I distinctly remember calling you annoying..." His voice trailed off, amusement dancing in his eyes. "You will not get away with this. Confess already," I insisted, a teasing inflection in my voice as I leaned closer. "Confess what exactly?" he asked, feigning innocence. "That you obviously-and try as you might to deny it-you like me," I shot back, the satisfaction of making my case evident in my tone. "Me, like you? I don't think so." He let out a laugh, tinged with arrogance, as if the very idea was ludicrous. "I can't believe you bought that. I was just playing with you." "Yeah, yeah. Deny it all you want, but deep down you know it's true," I replied, a confident smile stretching across my face. "I couldn't possibly like a fatass like you, remember?" "Right, sure. Call me a fatass, call me plain. Go ahead and even call me annoying, but the truth? You're crazy about me." I beamed, throwing him a wink for good measure. "Wow, aren't you modest?" His irritation was evident now."How are you so sure of yourself?" "Cuz you kissed me, and I felt how hot you became when you were wrapped up in my plain body," I stated, popping one elbow as I leaned against the wall, pride swelling within me. I heard him groan quietly, an exasperated sound that made me chuckle in delight. "Wow, after everything, you really are insane about me," I teased, reveling in this moment. "Oh yeah, you make me crazy," he shot back, his voice dripping with mock exasperation. "So crazy that I want to throw your fat ass out the window just to avoid ever seeing you again." "But you'd miss me," I quipped, a cheeky grin spreading across my face. "How can you talk like this with your boyfriend in this condition? Shouldn't you be more worried about him?" "Yep, you are definitely jealous,"

A playful smile tugged at the corners of his lips, accentuating the rugged contours of his face. He traced the outline of his upper lip with his tongue, a gesture that sent a thrill down my spine. "Feeling still vulnerable?" he asked, his voice low and teasing. I barely managed to whisper, "No..." "Good... then am I allowed to do this?" His tone shifted, filled with a teasing intensity that made my breath hitch. With a fluid motion, he hovered over me, placing his hands on either side of the bed, effectively trapping me beneath him. The warmth radiating from his body enveloped me, and I could feel his breath-warm and tantalizing-grazing my neck. As he leaned closer, I could hardly contain the shudder that coursed through me. His lips brushed against my skin, a delicate caress that ignited a fire within. I closed my eyes, surrendering to the sensations swirling around us. When his lips found a particularly sensitive spot on my neck, a soft whimper escaped my lips. He let out a soft chuckle, clearly enjoying the effect he had on me. Cover by @alfaesha

"We only fuck. We can stop at any time. Just tell me when you will find someone else." "I will always choose my wife over you. I am just using you." He has never stayed to cuddle or talk after we've been intimate. The moment we finish, he's quick to gather his things and leave, disappearing back to her. Every time he walks away, it cuts deeply, leaving me feeling abandoned. It stings, yet I find a twisted comfort in this arrangement; at least I still get to see him, even if it's just for fleeting moments. I try to convince myself that it's better to have these brief encounters than to lose him entirely.

They survived high school and overcame the obstacles that tried to break them apart. Together they adapt to college life and work, all while caring for their new baby. Now, two friends turned lovers prepare for their wedding. Life had other plans. The continuation of 40 Weeks. Bring tissues. Updates on Tuesday's, some random time, usually late at night, Eastern Standard Time. Highest Rankings 🏅 #1 unconditionallove (12/2019) #1 maknae (4/2020) #4 bittersweet (4/2020)