July 1st, 2023
2 pm

"I'd rather slam my fuckin' tongue in a car door than face the fucker."

Sawyer, the ever supportive bestie of mine, only cackled loudly and called me a pussy ass bitch when I moaned pitifully on his sofa.

"You're a pussy. Just go back to his house, hoe. I don't wanna support your ass any longer." Sawyer grinned playfully, wigging his thick brows playfully.

"Can you come with me?"

I'd fuckin' admit it, I was being a coward. After that shit show that was last night (when I jerked off my motherfuckin' enemy), I didn't get a wink of sleep. Sob.

Leaving the house at four am wasn't ideal, but I wasn't gonna fade him.

Hmmm, maybe I could call mom and dad and cry until they let me come see them. Maybe they'll let me stay in Europe for-fuckin-ever if I was lucky.

Which I wasn't.

Not surprised by JK not hounding me with texts, threatening to tell my mom I wasn't with him — I moped even more.

Did I really expect him to text? Yeah.
But was I surprised? Not really.

I was probably just another hookup to him. A release. Fuck what Sawyer said about the fool liking me.
He probably just wanted in my pants, right?

I whimpered into the couch and smacked myself across the back of the head for my mush thoughts.

I loathed being 'mushy'. Yuck.

I heard Sawyer approaching my depressed self after a while of me being a little bitch and whining into the couch cushions.

Jumping slightly when he ran his hand soothingly over the back of my head, fingering my curls, I relaxed slightly.

"Don't be scared, A." Sawyer sighed, "so what, you jerked him off and ran away with your tail tucked between your puss —"

"FUCK YOU." I retorted into the pillow, rolling my eyes.

"It could have been worse. You probably hurt his feelings when you ran off on him, bruh."

"He has feelings? I'm surprised." I snorted, bitchesss radiating through my tone. "Who knows, he's probably already moved on and at the nearest brothel gettin' his dick sucked."

"Doubt it," Sawyer admits, "You need to have more faith in him."

Have faith in him. Huh.

"Fine." I grumbled, flipping my body over to face.

"Besides, if you're that insecure — always doubting how he feels when he hasn't even confessed yet — just know you haven't really made it easy for him to show you that he cares."

Face falling, I winced.

True. Did I hate to admit it? Fuckin' yeah.

"True." I cleared my throat, hating the way my voice became smaller the moment Sawyer called me out.

Which I only knew was for my own good.

Sawyer looked into my eyes and smiled, "Just open up and see where it goes. There's no shame for having feelings for someone, A."

I nodded, biting down on my lower lip while thoughts raced through my head, "Okay," I sighed lowly, "I'll try."

What could it hurt? Only my pride, dignity, heart and soul?

I knew Sawyer was telling me the truth. Because he cared for him. All the time I've spent with JK, I only focused on loathing his existence.

Maybe I should try to see the good in him?

More of it?

Like when he checks on me, cooks me food, and sometimes tried to babied me when I was pissed off at him. (I still liked being babied by him, okay? Fuck off.)

Silence issued after our talk. Sawyer and I laid side by side on the couch, staring at absolutely fuckin' nothing.

"Soooo..." Sawyer trialed off, a soft smile pulling up into a cunty conniving grin, "How'd his cock feel?"

My face immediately turned beet red (much to my fuckin' horror), I coughed and looked away. Refusing to answer his question.

"None of your fuckin' business. Don't you got some stretching to get to?"

"Nah, I wanna hear 'bout JK's big dick."

"I don't give a kentucky fried fuck what you wanna hear, skunt. I ain't telling you shit."

"Already possessive over the dick you don't have yet?"

"Nah," Yeah. "I don't jerk off and tell, dicksucker." It's mine.

"You told him you're a virgin, yet?"

"Shut the fuck up —"

***

July 1st, 2023
4 pm

"Breathe you stupid bitch." I muttered to myself, briskly nearing the front door of JK's house. Noticing his car parked in the garage, my heart fluttered in panic.

I slowly opened the door and peeked inside, head shooting in one direction to the other.

Thank fuck — coast is CLEAR.

Quietly hanging up my bag and jacket on the coat hanger, I slipped off my shoes and breathed deeply.

Gods, I hoped I don't fuck this up.
Have faith. In him and in yourself.

"Princess?" I jumped out of my fuckin' skin at the sound of his deep timbre, shivers rolling up and down my spine at the sound of it. "That you?"

Heart picking up speed, I slowly sucked in a deep breath; forcing myself to gather all the fuckin' courage in my body to reply.

"Yeah," I called out, cringing when my voice lowered an octave due to nerves. "Uh, It's me."

"Can you c'mere a sec?" There was a hint of steeliness within his tone. Enough for me to balk and nearly shit myself to fuckin' death.

C'mere

That fuckin word from his pretty lips made me want to strip myself buck ass naked and offer my pussy (and virginity) to him on a golden fuckin' platter. The fucks wrong with me? Eh? Eh? EH?

"Sure." I drawled, hoping that this conversation would have anything but the events of last night spoken about. I tugged the oversized black shirt down over my shorts and entered the living room.

As expected, JK was longed back against the couch with his legs spread, waiting for me to enter. JK, even at home, was dressed perfectly to me. With his black sweatpants, black Calvin Klein shirt, and a denim jacket overtop — he was a fuckin' vision.

I silently sent a prayer of gratitude to the gods for blessing me with this sight.

I gulped and slowly entered the room, and his eyes snapped towards me. JK breathed in sharply at my sudden appearance and tugged the beige beanie down to cover more of his hair.

"What's up?" I greeted, pasting a smirk on my face when I flounced inside.

JK's eyes darkened at my playful tone, and squared his shoulders, "Sit."

Eyes wide at his almost angry tone, my ass plopped down on the couch far away from him before I knew it. I eyed Bam, resting in his room, hoping he could save me.

"..." I was unable to say anything. Literally nothing would fuckin' come to mind when he leaned close and looked me square in the eye.

"I wanna talk." He said simply, twisting the rings along his tattooed fingers, watching me closely, as to get my reaction,

"Bout what?" I squeaked, cursing loudly inside my head at my bad luck (again).

JK pressed his tongue against his cheek, annoyance at my brazen attempt to get out of this conversation, and clenched his jaw. I'm not gonna lie and say I didn't feel the urge to run my tongue along the sharp lines of his perfect fuckin' jaw. I did last night, hehe.

"Last night."

"Ah," I clicked my tongue against the roof of my mouth, panicking, "that." I nodded and giggled nervously. In an instant, I tried to make a quick run away.

But that didn't end up as I had hoped.

" Ah ah ah," he mocked teasingly, big veiny hands clenched around my waist, "Not so fast." A smug chuckle escaped his lips when he picked me off me feet and plopped me right on his lap.

Holy fuckers I'm on his lap.

I blinked owlishly at being so close to him, faces inches away from one another, and gulped.

"I gotta feed my cat." I lied, trying to crawl away from him. Also, that plan failed (of fuckin' course), and soon, his broad palm smacked me right across the ass.

A squeal left my lips at the sting of his hand smacking my bottom. That sting soon turned into a pleasant throb when he smoothed the pain away and put me right back to where I was.

Where I belonged.

"Sit. Down." The pure dominance in his voice made me utterly melt into his body, giving up. "I'm done with your running, princess. You're gonna sit here and listen for once."

— author's note ; ✨

I love this couple with all my fuckin' heart 🥺
do you?