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mfbakuhoe · 4 years

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💥Detention💥 (Bakugou x fem!reader)

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Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x fem!reader

Genre: Smut

Words: 2.7k

Warnings: smut, lowkey dissing while fucking, public sex, kinda sassy reader

A/N: Ok so I made this...and It took a whoooole turn from what it was supposed to be. So yeah.

Enjoy!

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,,...and think about your behavior and how to handle things like this as an upcoming hero“, Aizawa Sensei said, audibly and visibly exhausted as he looked at you and the annoyed ash blond, two seats away from you to your left.

,,This dumbass shouldn’t have started shit from the get go, if she can’t finish it“, Bakugou grumbled pissy, with his arms crossed on his chest and his narrowed crimson eyes fixed on the wall across from him.

Indignantly, you gasped for air, raising your eyebrows in disbelief.

,,I started shit? If you otto rocket built bitch wouldn’t obsess over me and always tryna argue with me-"

,,Stop it, kids! I don’t have the time nor the energy for that. I don’t care whoever started this, both of you are in trouble anyway!“ Aizawa Sensei mumbled stressed, massaging his temples.

He grabbed his yellow sleeping bag, preparing to leave this room full of tension.

,,I‘ll be back in about two hours. I need peace and some rest. When I‘m back, I want that you already solved the situation and to agree with each other. Got it?“

Silence.

,,I asked, if you got it“, Aizawa Sensei repeated with a pressuring undertone in his voice. You nodded annoyed, turning your head to the side.

,,I got it, dammit“, Bakugou cussed, obviously as unhappy with the situation as yourself.

,,Good. Can‘t believe I have to waste my evening for that.“ With that being said, Aizawa left the classroom, slandering down the hallway into the teacher‘s room.

It was uncomfortably silent in the room, as you didn’t try to waste one glance at Bakugou and vice versa, the pride getting the best of you.

Usually you wouldn’t care about detention with anybody, but the person to your left wasn’t anybody. It was Bakugou Katsuki, your crush since your first year at UA High.

Well, no. He was definitely not your crush, since he is pretty obnoxious and mean, but you couldn’t argue about how attractive he was.

It was something about Bakugou, that made your body feel all hot and tingly when he was around. Something, that made you crave his rough hands all over your body and his pink lips harshly sucking on your neck, while you lightly tug on his hair.

But it shouldn’t be, since it was very obvious to you that he didn’t like you at all. Regardless of his opinion about you, you did your best not to jump on his lap and smash your lips on his.

You shook your head, trying to remove those tempting pictures out of your head, rummaging around your bag, pulling you smartphone out, so you could distract yourself.

Curious, Bakugou gave you a side glance, observing your actions.

,,Oi, dumbass. Put that fucking phone away. It’s against the rules”, he finally spoke, breaking the weird silence.

,,It was against the rules too, when you forced Midoriya-Kun to fight you”, you answered sassy, continuing to scroll around on your phone screen.

Bakugou grumbled in response, probably cursing you. A cheeky smile crept up your face.

Suddenly you heard a squeaky sound, signalizing, that a chair was pushed back, before a big shadow appeared over you. Two big hands slammed on your table, as spiked hair tickled your forehead.

You lifted your head up, removing your eyesight from your screen as your (e/c) eyes interlinked with crimson eyes.

Bakugou’s face was so close to yours, you tried not to gasp for air in surprise as your heart rate went up times 100 in comparison to before.

,,Look, Idiot. I’m not trying to be your fucking friend, alright? I got shit to do, so you better cooperate, so I can leave“, he mumbled dangerously, not breaking the eye contact.

You swallowed the lump in your throat, trying not to press your lips on his.

,,Do I look like I wanna be friends with sonic the hedgehog? I preferred Shadow anyway“, you said calmly, putting on a poker face as you tried to sound as cool as possible.

You pursed your lips, looking up and down from his eyes to his soft looking lips, trying to keep you hormones under control.

Bakugou raised an eyebrow, as he noticed your moving pupils. As he realized the amount of attraction you felt towards him, he licked over his curled up lips, causing your abdomen to pull together.

,,W-what?“, you stumbled, your voice shaky as your nervousness increased. Bakugou chuckled breathy, causing you to feel highly insecure under his view.

He lowered his head even more, a sheet of paper could barley fit between the two of your faces. Surprised, you pushed your chair back as the grin on his face grew even wider.

,,What are you doing?“, you asked hastily as you stood up. ,,You’re such a fuckin‘ idiot Bakugou. I‘m outta here!“ You grabbed your stuff, ready to rush through the door, before Bakugou grabbed your upper arm pulling you back.

,,Where do you think you’re going, Stupid?“, he asked seriously, his face undefinable, not showing any emotion.

,,I said I‘m outta here!“ Before you could pull the doorknob to open the door, you body was turned around, your back hitting the door.

You hissed in surprise and slight pain. Your eyes met those damn crimson eyes again, as you opened them to get clear about your surroundings.

,,Are you crazy? That hurt!“, you complained, trying to push him off of you but he didn’t budge. You were trapped between his body and his arms, placed left and right next to your shoulders as he towered over you.

,,You can‘t leave until we figured this shit out dumbass“, he grumbled lowly, sending a cold shiver down your spine. Bakugou didn‘t seem angry or annoyed as per usual. He was rather intimidatingly calm and balanced.

,,Wh-why don’t we just tell Aizawa that we‘ve had an agreement. He‘ll surely believe us“, you stumbled nervously as you nibbled on your bottom lip.

,,Because I wanna solve this fucking situation my way“, he mumbled.

You squinted your eyes as Bakugou suddenly lifted his right hand, afraid of him to slap you across the face but you soon relaxed in surprise as you felt his rough fingers tugging on your bottom lip.

,,Did you think I‘d slap you?“, he asked slightly concerned watching you nod lightly. He growled lowly before a grin covered his face.

,,The only thing I’ll slap is that fat ass of yours”, he said amused leaving you in utter shock as you realized what he’d just said.

You ripped your eyes wide open as you understood how serious he was.

,,W-wait we can’t do this!”, you said defensively.

,,Didn’t Aizawa say we’re supposed to solve the situation? He didn’t say how, did he?”

Hesitantly, you began biting your lip again before Bakugou roughly tugged on your chin, causing you to stop.

,,Oi, stop biting your fucking lips off. I still need them around my cock later”, he smiled cocky, releasing your chin.

You frowned. ,,I fucking hate you Bakugou Katsuki”, you hissed before harshly pressing your lips on his. It even caught him by surprise, since he didn’t kiss you back at first.

You thought you had the dominance over him but as soon as he kissed you back, he slid his hand around your throat, lightly pulling you away from the door as he pushed you on the teacher’s desk never breaking the kiss.

Bakugou roughly pushed his tongue between your lips, searching for a battle with your own. Both of you fought for the dominance but he won, grinning larking into the kiss.

Your lips parted before you felt Bakugou placing wet kisses all over your neck, sucking on the sensitive skin. Your legs wrapped around his waist, hansa tugging on his blonde spikes, just as you’d dreamed before.

Feeling Bakugou so close to you felt even better than you’d imagined all the time. His lips were even softer than they looked and the kisses on you neck even more intense than you thought.

His hands grabbed the collar of your shirt, ready to unbutton it, but you stopped him.

,,We don’t have that much time you blockhead. Just fuck me!”, you whispered between heavy breaths. You heard a low throaty chuckle before Bakugou pulled your legs, causing you to lay on your back snd your legs on his shoulder.

You shrieked as his action caught you by surprise.

,,Oi, shut the fuck up idiot or you won’t get anything.“

,,Are you dumb? I can live without dick! You want this pussy though!“, you argued, supporting your upper body on your elbows. Bakugou frowned in annoyance.

,,We only have about 30 minutes until Aizawa Sensei comes back. Do you really think your weak ass could make me cum that fast?“, you challenged even though it was obvious to you, that Bakugou‘s mere existence could make you cum.

,,You wanna challenge me, dumbass?“, he asked raising an eyebrow at you.

,,Sure, stupid ass bitch!“

Suddenly, Bakugou flipped you around, causing you to kneel on all fours, facing the window across from you.

,,Stop twisting an flipping me like a fucking pretzel!“, you complained.

,,Stop fucking complaining. If we had a bed and more time, you‘d look like origami.“ You giggled at his straightforwardness but your laughter muted quickly, as you felt a harsh slap on your ass, only covered by your panties.

You gasped, listening to the slap sound echoing through the room. You felt how you panties were pushed to the side, exposing your already wet folds.

,,Mmh, so wet for me, talking about I can’t make you cum that fast“, he said cockily placing another harsh smack on your ass. You jolted forward moaning in response. You could hear the grin out of his chuckle at your reaction to him.

Bakugou implied to take of your panties, by tapping on your upper thigh.

You tilted your head to the side, looking at what Bakugou was about to do next but he noticed and roughly pushed your face down on to the cold wooden desk material.

,,Are you crazy?“, you mumbled as he still held your head in place.

,,Ass up and face down babygirl.“ You felt your abdomen clenching at the sound of his voice, unable to resist his sassy behavior.

,,Let me get a taste of you, princess“, Bakugou hummed happily, spreading your ass cheeks apart as he lowered his head. Finally you felt his warm tongue licking from your clit to your dampness causing you to let out a long satisfied moan.

Bakugou began to passionately make out with your heat, sucking and licking out your juices and flicking his tongue on your nerve bud, leaving you as a moaning mess.

,,You like that don’t you?“, he asked before humming against your clit, sending vibrations through your body. You simply nodded, to focused on the amount of satisfaction his actions brought within you. You felt your high slowly reaching you.

,,Answer Daddy, bitch”, Bakugou demanded slapping your ass again.

,,Ow!”, you shrieked annoyed sending him a death glare. ,,Shut the fuck up Katsuki! Just do your fucking job!”

,,My job? Fuck are you talking about, Brat?”

You laid your head back down, waiting for Bakugou to continue eating you out, as you ignored his question. Suddenly you felt a big hardness stretching out your walls.

,,Oh fuck”, you moaned surprised as you realized what it was. You didn’t expect Bakugou to be this big although he radiates big dick energy.

His member filled every inch inside of you, causing you to press the air out of your lungs and buck your back at the amount of intensity.

As you adjusted to his size, you waited for him to move but, s you didn’t felt anything moving, making you got impatient.

,,What are you waiting for? Move.”, you whined

,,Oi, bitch, call me daddy first!”, he insisted.

,,Stop calling me a fucking bitch, Idiot!”

You heard Bakugou growl throaty, as he understood you wouldn’t give in so fast, so he finally began moving.

He went relentlessly fast, almost as if he hated you. His sudden roughness didn’t give you any time to clear your mind as you moaned nonstop for yourself.

Bakugou arched your back, intensifying the pleasure for the both of you, causing you to cry out in satisfaction.

,,Fuck, you feel better than I‘d imagined“, he said between his heavy breathing as he continued to fuck you merciless.

As his tip began to rub against your G-Spot it didn’t take you long until you felt your interrupted high from earlier to approach you again.

,,Katsuki, I’m gonna cum!”, you cooed as you began to move your hips to his consistent rhythm. The slapping sound turned up banging through the room in combination with your irregular moans.

,,Oi, beg me!”, he demanded.

,,N-no!”, you stumbled to focused on your upcoming high. Suddenly he stopped moving, again taking the needed release from you.

,,H-hey! Why’d you stop!”

,,Fucking beg me. What do you want, baby?”, he said provoking, scratching on your pride.

,,Come on, Katsuki please!” you pleaded hesitantly. He placed his hands on the table left and right next to your ass, his chest touching the got skin of your butt as his cock still rested inside of you.

You knew he wouldn’t give you what you wanted until you gave him what he wanted first. You sighed needy.

,,Please fuck me Katsuki. I need you to fuck me till I cum. Please!”, you begged embarrassed.

,,Aren’t you forgetting something”, he whispered lowly in your ear, causing goosebumps all over your skin. You knew what he was implying. You clenched you jaw, as your pride got disrespected.

,,Please Daddy”, you pressed through gritted teeth, listening to the low chuckle of the ash blond from behind you, before you felt the reckless pounding continuing.

He pulled your upper body up by your neck, arching your beg for the ultimative feeling for the both of you. Before you even realized your walls clenched around his length, milking all his juices as he poured them inside of you.

Bakugou grunted lowly as he rode both of your highs out, letting go of your neck, causing your upper body to fall back on the desk.

,,Oh my god”, you mumbled perplex as you tried to process what just happened.

,,Guess I won the challenge, didn’t I?”, Bakugou grinned mischievous as he watched you wiping away the mixture from your cum with your panties.

,,I guess”, you smiled uncomfortably as you hopped off the desk. Reusing those panties wasn’t possible now, so you accepted the fact, that you had to walk back without panties on.

Your eyes slid to the clock on the wall, as Bakugou and you tried to rearrange the room to its original state.

As you wiped over the desk, you glanced at Bakugou, who’d casually leaned against the blackboard calmly following your movements.

,,What?”, you asked annoyed.

,,You owe me a Blowjob.”

,,I don’t owe you-“ But before you could finish your sentence, the door was ripped open and a sleepy man in a sleeping bag appeared behind it.

,,So students, I hope you were able to clear any misunderstandings and agreed with each other. With that being said; you are dismissed”, Aizawa Sensei sighed relieved, as he made space for you, implying to leave the room.

Both of you grabbed your things, you rushing pass him first. You felt highly uncomfortable walking past your teacher after what happened on his desk, especially without panties on meanwhile Bakugou seemed unbothered as always.

You rushed down the hall way and as you wanted to turn, a big hand grabbed your upper arm, lightly pulling you back.

,,My room in 2 hours”, he said before he left through the school entrance, leaving you nervous.

Didn’t matter how much you tried to ignore the feelings Bakugou stirred up within you, you couldn’t deny how much you wanted to repeat this experience with him.

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GOT7 Jinyoung x Fem Reader Genre: Fluff Word Count: 4100~ Plot: Arranged Marriage AU! Enemies to Lovers AU! [Masterlist] [Arranged Marriage AU Masterlist] - “Miss, Jinyoung requested you to come into the office.” You smiled at your maid politely, but as soon as she left the room you were rolling your eyes with a huff. It was such a typical Jinyoung-thing to make one of the maids walk just three rooms over to tell you these things when he could have simply walked over himself, saving you both time and energy. But of course, Jinyoung liked to flex his power whenever he could. Your most familiar maid, Hana, called it power play. Though, you liked to call it little-dick-syndrome. And as you dragged your feet towards Jinyoung’s office, you were positive he was suffering severely from the disease.

“What do you want?” You asked as you entered his office that was dimly lit by the yellow light of his desk lamp. You never understood why he insisted on decorating his office like some villain librarian in the 19th century. Well, actually...Jinyoung played his villain role pretty well, ruining your life. But yellow lights? That was just impractical and bad for his eyes. Jinyoung barely raised his head from his book before fixing his frames on the bridge of his nose. Bad eyesight. You scrunched your nose at the sight, rolling your eyes as he continued to ignore you. You huffed, taking a seat on the armchair to the right of you. You hated many things about Jinyoung. You hated the way he looked at others like he was always judging them—he probably was. You hated that he was the heir to the Park family, which you thought your family had hated too, until they made you marry one of them. You hated that he was handsome, and hated even more, the fact that he knew it. But what you hated the most about Park Jinyoung, was that he always went at his own pace, and you could never seem to keep up. You never knew what he was thinking. There was only one thing you both had in common—you both hated each other. “Okay, why’d you even ask for me if you’re not going to say anything?” You finally spoke up, your patience running short. To your frustration (and growing anger) Jinyoung remained quiet. It was another minute before he folded a corner of his page and placed his book down. He removed his glasses, placing it gently on his desk. “Your mother called.” “That’s it?” You glared at him for wasting your time. “She wanted me to tell you that our families will be hosting a party next week.” “That’s it?” You sighed, sinking into your seat. “We didn’t have to meet for this.” “Your mother requested that I personally tell you myself,” Jinyoung smirked at your annoyance. “You should’ve told her to tell me herself.” Jinyoung looked at you pointedly. “She’s your mother, Y/N. Besides, I did, but she’s still scared of you.” You rolled your eyes at the way he said it, like you were a monster or something. You knew your mother was still feeling guilty about forcing you into this marriage. Your dad, on the other hand, was apparently busy planning a party. You always were just a pawn to his business plans. Your marriage was just another transaction. Both of your fathers were the biggest tycoons of their industry. After spending generations fighting with one another, the two had a grand old plan of combining the two estates by marrying you and Jinyoung together. And despite your disgust and mutual resentment, the two of you wedded like the filial children you were, successfully doubling both family’s net worth. “Well then, you can tell her I’m not going.” Jinyoung chuckled dryly. “You have to go. We both do, unfortunately.” “Why bother, they’ve already gotten what they wanted from us.” Jinyoung closed his eyes, squeezing the bridge of his nose. You could see how tired he was. But that wasn’t going to stop you from complaining. You were tired too! “They literally control every aspect of our lives, Jinyoung. Why can’t I just miss one stupid party?” “Isn’t obvious, Y/N? They’re throwing the party for us. We’re the main act.” He sighed, looking just as angry as you. “Since the talk of our wedding has finally died, they need this party to put us back on the front page. And the more in love we pretend to be, the higher our stocks will go.” “We have so much damn money, we’re running out of things to do with it,” you muttered bitterly. “Well, practice your acting now. After all, you said it, they already control every aspect of our lives, what’s another night?” “You give up too easily!” You whined in frustration before exiting the room with a loud slam of the door. But you knew in your heart he was right. No matter how angry you were, at the end of the day you were going to doll up and play princess of the ball and you knew Jinyoung would act the perfect prince beside you. You still hated him for acting all high and mighty about it though. “I mean, can you blame him, Y/N?” Hana spoke up as the two of you walked down the plaza, looking for a dress for the party. “He’s in the same boat as you.” You frowned at Hana, unhappy that she was defending him (even if it was the truth). “How about this dress?” Hana gave a hard look at the dress you held up. “Hmm, it’s nice, but we’re going for something ‘main character’-esque.” You rolled your eyes, laughing at Hana’s air quotes. “Please, the last thing I want to be is the main character.” Hana chuckled before raising a beautiful gown up. It was sexy and feminine at once. “I think Jinyoung would love this.” You scoffed. “Please, the only thing Jinyoung loves is himself.” You bought the dress though. And when you slipped it on a few hours before the party, you felt strangely stunned. You gazed at yourself in the long mirror. Was it weird to say that this dress felt more thrilling than when you wore your wedding dress? Of course, at the time you had been too upset to feel anything during your wedding. But the light blue of the dress graced your body effortlessly. You looked almost weightless in it. Perhaps this was your optimism making you delusional, but you almost felt like Cinderella in this dress. But instead of glass slippers, you slipped on your diamond studded stilettos. You smiled at your reflection. For the first time in a while, certainly since getting married, you felt beautiful, graceful, and very much the main character. But the feeling quickly washed away as you stepped in front of Jinyoung’s door. That was another reason why you hated Jinyoung. He always knew how to make you feel small. Jinyoung was a giant reminder of your reality, that you were the cause of his unhappiness and stuck in a soulless marriage. You bit at your lip as you turned the knob and entered his room. “Jinyoung are you read...y...” Your voice faded as you were met face to face with Jinyoung in nothing but his boxers. You gulped, eyes trailing over the thick veins of his arms and the subtle shape of his abs. And as your gaze went lower you found yourself wondering if his dick was so little after all. You licked your lips unconsciously, your face glowing red. What you failed to notice was the way Jinyoung’s eyes trailed over your own body. Despite your nasty attitude most of the time, there was one thing Jinyoung had to admit. You were stunning, the most beautiful girl he had ever laid eyes on. He glanced a second longer at the dip of the dress down your chest and the open fabric at your side that accentuated all the curves of your body. He gulped, turning back to his own clothes spread out over his bed. “Ever heard of knocking, Y/N?” You blushed harder as he gave you a view of his backside. “E-ever heard of punctuality?” You threw back, trying hard not to stare at him. Jinyoung scoffed, putting on his dress shirt. “Ever heard of fashionably late?” You bit at your lip, not wanting to start another fight. It was too early in the night to be arguing with Jinyoung, especially since this night would be a long one. “Can you just get dressed? How long does it take for you to put some pants on?” Jinyoung smirked, noticing how red your ears were. He gave you a wink. “Much longer than for you to take them off, love.” You rolled your eyes despite the heat rising to your cheeks. “As if.” It felt like forever before you finally got yourself and a fully dressed Jinyoung into the car. It was a quiet drive the whole way there. You figured Jinyoung was preparing himself for the long night too. He sighed as your driver pulled to a stop at the entrance of your father’s house. “Let’s get this over with,” Jinyoung sighed by your side. You nodded in agreement, but you couldn’t help feeling slightly disappointed by his attitude. You put on your practiced smile as you exited the car, greeting all the business partners as you made your way towards your families. “Oh, speak of the devil!” You father laughed as the two of you made your way into his circle. “It’s my favorite son-in-law!” “Ah, and there’s my beautiful daughter-in-law!” Jinyoung’s father exclaimed equally as bright. You smiled politely, allowing his father to pull you into a hug. “When is my grandson coming, huh?” You blushed as everyone around you delighted at the question, eager for you to be pregnant. You glanced at Jinyoung, though he seemed unfazed at the idea. By the looks of it, both of your fathers had had their fair share of the champagne fountain. You made a mental note to catch up to them. “Come on, let’s have our main favorites say something to the guests!” You father cheered, urging Jinyoung to the stage. Jinyoung chuckled, his eyes crinkling sending cute smile lines across his face. You smiled, seeing his expression. You wish he would smile like this more, even though you knew he was faking the whole thing. Before Jinyoung could be fully pushed on stage though, he turned to look at you, sending his smile your way. You flushed at his attention as he held out a hand for you. “I can’t go alone, love,” he said. And even though you knew this was just an act to get the crowd around you gushing, you felt your heartbeat quicken. But you smiled as if this was normal and intertwined your fingers with his. He wrapped an arm around your waist, his palm on your bare skin, as his other hand took hold of the microphone. You blushed as all eyes were on you now. “I’d like to thank everyone for coming out here on such a lovely night. It seems our families are still not done celebrating our wedding.” You let out a fake giggle, leaning onto Jinyoung’s side as you gazed up at him. You don’t think you’ve ever been this close to Jinyoung before, and now you couldn’t help wondering if he had always smelled this good. “Still, my wife and I,” Jinyoung gazed down at you softly. You shivered at the sudden eye contact. He smiled gently, and for a moment, everything felt real. “We are eternally grateful to have so many people to celebrate our love with.” There was a pause as Jinyoung held his gaze. “Jinyoung,” you uttered, feeling shy. He chuckled, turning back to the audience. “And I know everyone is wondering, but no, she’s not pregnant...yet!” You turned red in the face as everyone broke out in laughter. “But if everyone leaves early tonight, maybe she will be at our next party!” Jinyoung joked, making everyone snicker and laugh. You hit Jinyoung in the chest, in shock at his announcement. But you smiled quickly, covering the anger that was shooting through your body. “Honey!” you chided him before placing a quick kiss at the side of his jaw. “Not in front of everyone!” You smirked, seeing his surprise to your kiss. You weren’t going to let him off without a fight. Jinyoung gripped your waist, pulling you in closer. “If you keep acting like that, I won’t be able to hold back,” he whispered quietly. You watched his eyes go dark and you wondered if you made him angry. Obviously, he meant holding back on embarrassing you, right? “You’re the one that’s acting, Park Jinyoung,” you replied before pushing yourself away from him. “Your dad is calling for you. I’ll go help myself to the drinks.” And with that, you walked away, slipping from his hold on you. You shivered slightly as the lack of Jinyoung’s warmth on you, but you shrugged the thought away. Nothing a little alcohol couldn’t fix. You were about five glasses in when your mood began to shift. Champagne did that to you sometimes. Actually, your family knew that too. You were surprised you had managed this many drinks so far, but you weren’t going to test your luck as you one-shotted your sixth glass before any of the workers noticed you. And as you held onto your seventh glass, you had a really strong urge to dance. You were getting pretty into too, swaying side to side whilst balancing on your dangerously thin heels, until you bumped into someone. Or he bumped into you? You were too buzzed to tell, honestly. “Woah,” he muttered at first before seeing you. “Hey there, sweetheart.” You chuckled at the sickly sweet nickname. It made you want to barf and you were sure it wasn’t the amount of alcohol you just consumed. You downed your seventh glass to wash away the feeling. “Where’s your husband, beautiful?” You scoffed, rolling your eyes as you continued to sway side to side. Why was he still talking to you? “Let me guess, kissing those old men’s asses? He should be kissing yours, it’s a lovely ass.” You shivered as he stepped closer to you, gross out of your mind. If you weren’t feeling so dizzy you would have called security on this guy immediately. But as it were, you were standing quite precariously on your diamond heels, glaring at the man in front of you and the similar, slightly transparent version right beside him. “Listen here,” you slurred, pushing your glass-holding fist into his chest. “Park Jinyoung—“ “He’s not satisfying you, is he?” he cut you off. “Tell me the truth, this is a scam marriage isn’t it?” You scoffed, raising your hands up in disbelief. “I said, listen to me! Sir! My husband! Park Jinyoung! Has a wonderful ass!” Just as you felt yourself slipping off the delicate balance of your heels, you felt a chuckle against your bare back and the familiar, intoxicating scent of Park Jinyoung enclosing over you. You smiled, leaning into his warmth and closing your eyes as you felt his arms wrap around your waist firmly. “Reporter Kim,” Jinyoung exclaimed jovially. You giggled at how fake his voice sounded. If Jinyoung wasn’t a CEO he surely would’ve made it in Hollywood. “I see you’ve met my wife.” You turned in his arms, pouting as you wrapped your own arms around his neck. You gave a soft whine, as you leaned your head into the crook of his neck. “More than met,” you mumbled for only him to hear. “Make this weirdo stop talking about my ass.” You felt Jinyoung’s muscles tense around you before pulling you in for a tighter hug. “I’d like to remind you, Reporter Kim,” Jinyoung spoke again, his voice much more low and dark. You buried your face into his chest, trying not to imagine the scary look on his face. “Our families invited you out of courtesy to your employer’s wife. She’s a family friend of ours and has practically raised Y/N herself. She would hate to hear about this incident.” You didn’t quite hear the rest but when you felt Jinyoung relax against you, you were sure the other guy had left. You groaned, feeling dizzier now that your eyes were closed and your body was relaxed against Jinyoung. You tried to raise your head to look at him but after a weak attempt you just groaned and let your head fall limp against his chest once more. He patted your head softly, a small smile gracing his lips at your drunk affectionate self. The last time you were like this was at the ending reception of your wedding. But instead of cry-yelling your hate for him, you were making declarations of his ass. He quite liked this version more. “Can you stop spinning?” You groaned, making Jinyoung chuckle as the two of you stood still. “Come on, Y/N,” Jinyoung ushered, trying to get you to stand upright. “Let’s get you some fresh air and water.” Jinyoung glanced at a server, making a gesture for water as he tried to keep you balanced. “Jinyoung…” you muttered, peeking one eye open and flinching at the brightness. “Can we go to the balcony?” “Alright love, we’re gonna get there.” You smiled, hearing the nickname leave his lips effortlessly. The reasonable part of you figured he was still putting on a show for the people around you. But you were tipsy so for that moment, you let yourself believe it was real. Jinyoung grabbed the bottle of water gratefully from the server before ushering you out the doors of the main hall. You sighed in content at the cool air of the hallway. You opened your eyes fully now that you were in the darkness of the hallway. “Are we at the balcony yet?” You pouted.

Jinyoung nodded his head, moving you towards two double doors but you pushed his hands away, refusing to walk through. “No this is the wrong one,” you whined. Jinyoung looked at you incredulously. “Y/N, you have a million balconies in this house.” “Urgh,” you groaned, sliding down the wall you were leaning on. “It’s not my balcony though.” With a sigh, Jinyoung crouched down to your level. “You have to speak to me, Y/N. I don’t know where your balcony is.” You huffed. “My feet hurt.” “Cause you’re literally walking on diamonds.” “Hana made me wear them though. It makes me the main character.” Jinyoung chuckled at this. You were a pretty stubborn girl, but somehow always did everything Hana suggests for you. He wished you were a bit more lenient when it came to him. If you listened just a little bit more he wouldn’t have to fight you so much. Although, he had to admit to himself, sometimes it was just fun to get you all riled up. You were pretty fun to tease. “You don’t need shiny shoes to make you the main character, Y/N.” You grinned up at him. “These are more than just shiny shoes, Jinyoung. They’re 1.5 million.” Jinyoung cringed, inspecting the shoes once more. Did you really pay 1.5 million dollars just to hurt your feet? You giggled at his expression, your hands clumsily reaching for his jawline. “You wanna guess the price of the dress?” Jinyoung smiled, kissing the palm of your hand and making you giggle again. “On you, priceless,” he groaned. Without warning, Jinyoung dipped his arms beneath you, quickly rising with you in his arms. You laughed, wrapping your arm around his neck. It took you two a while, and you almost knocked into one of your mother’s antique vases, but eventually Jinyoung brought you to the balcony you desired—your bedroom. Well, your old one. “Here!” you exclaimed. Jinyoung’s eyes traveled through the dark room. Although the space was only dimly lit but the light of the moon, he was quite surprised to see the simplicity of your room. For an heiress of one of the world’s top companies, your childhood bedroom looked, to put it bluntly—plain. You didn’t even have a TV screen or desktop. Instead you had a single white desk lined with textbooks. Jinyoung couldn’t explain his feelings but somehow, seeing your bedroom, he felt closer to you—or, more like, he wanted to be closer to you. You sighed in relief as Jinyoung brought you down to rest on your bed. In the darkness, in the familiar comfort of your old bedroom, you felt yourself coming down from your drunken stupor. Things felt a little less dizzy in the quiet of your room. You giggled again though when you felt Jinyoung’s hands on your ankle, and then an exhale of relief as he pulled the heels off your feet. You sat up with renewed energy, gazing at Jinyoung gratefully. “Thanks, handsome.” And you couldn’t see it in the dark of your room, but Jinyoung went red in the face. You lifted at your dress as you began walking across the room. You gestured for Jinyoung to follow you as you opened another set of double doors. You smiled at the comforting sight, leaning on the rail of your balcony. “Careful,” Jinyoung whispered behind you, his hands naturally falling around your waist. You leaned into his warmth as the cool air hit you. “Isn’t this a pretty sight?” You smiled, gaze on the full moon shining its light over your family garden. Jinyoung smiled softly, eyes falling on you, “Yeah, it is.” “Let’s get a balcony in our house, Jinyoung,” sighed softly, sinking down to the floor. You let your legs dangle off through the open gaps of the balcony. Despite the railing that held you securely, Jinyoung set beside you, one arm still protectively at your waist. “I sat here a lot when I was younger,” you continued. “during parties like these. It’s nice to feel invisible sometimes.” Jinyoung nodded. He could understand, it was why he always had his nose in a book—to escape. Jinyoung rubbed small circles on the bare skin of your waist, his gaze still fixated on you. You hadn’t grown up so differently from him. If anything, you were probably the closest person to sharing his kind of life. “We don’t need a balcony,” he whispered. “You can lean on me.” You smiled, glancing at Jinyoung, feeling a lot more sober now. “Did you drink too?” Jinyoung chuckled. “Maybe. You make me feel drunk sometimes.” You laughed. “Because when you see me you wanna puke? You get headaches waking up to my presence?” You grinned, moving your face closer to his. “Do I constipate you, Jinyoung?” He rolled his eyes, gently pushing you away. “Surprisingly enough, quite the opposite.” “I give you diarrhea?” You laughed out loud at his disgusted expression. You delighted in seeing him break into a small smile at your laughter. “I like this!” you declared. Jinyoung scrunched his nose at you. “What, talking about bowel movements?” You grinned at him playfully before it faded into a more serious expression. “No,” you replied more softly now. “I like not fighting with you.” “Me too.” “I’ve fought with my dad my entire life. I don’t want to fight with my husband too.” You sighed, leaning your head on his shoulder. “I know it’s not ideal, but since we’re stuck with each other can’t we be there for each other now?” Jinyoung leaned his head on yours, sighing into your hair. “You’re pretty ideal, Y/N.” You felt yourself blush at his statement, remaining quiet in fear your voice might give you away. “I’d tease you less if you weren’t so cute when you’re angry.” “I’m cuter when I’m happy,” you muttered, causing him to chuckle against you. Jinyoung smiled, lifting his head to look at you. His eyes crinkled in the lovely lines you always adored. “You are, and you’re funny too.” “You’re not so bad yourself,” you grinned. Jinyoung smirked. “Yeah, I’ve got a nice ass, don’t I?” You blushed, feeling embarrassed but you held your gaze. “You’ve got nice lips too.” You closed your eyes and Jinyoung felt heat rush to his face as you waited for him. With a deep breath, and clammy fingers against your waist, he pulled you forward until your lips met his. And though you didn’t say it, each time his lips met yours, you whispered in your heart, I do. [Masterlist] [Arranged Marriage AU Masterlist]

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Adrian

My eyes immediately shrunk due to the amount of brightness pouring inside of the room. If it wasn’t the sunshine irritating me, it was my phone that seemed to be ringing for the past hour nonstop. Reaching for my jeans off the floor, I slipped my iPhone out of my jeans and looked at the brightly lit screen. It was simply just my alarm going off so I dismissed it and placed my phone away from me, so I could resume sleeping. The thought of sleep seemed perfect but once I looked at the clock and noticed it was nearing fairly close to eleven in the morning, I knew I had to get up and do something. I couldn’t sit around like this knowing there was shit to do. Swinging my legs off the messy bed, I stood and stretched, cracking a few bones in the process. I turned to look over my shoulder and smirked upon seeing Bailey’s half naked body. We probably didn’t get in till three this morning and I know for a fact Bailey and I didn’t fall asleep until after five. She had to have this birthday dick before she tapped out.

She was a wild ass sleeper, that’s for sure. Cuddling was the only remedy to control her movements. She was turned over on her stomach with her ass sticking out and her hair sprawled out across the white and black pillows. Shaking my head, I trekked towards the bathroom and handled my business at the toilet. I washed my hands thoroughly before brushing my teeth and washing my face as well. Reemerging from the bathroom, Bailey was still knocked out. I give her another thirty minutes to rest. I had plans today for everyone and I didn’t spend about 25 grand just for it to go to waste. I looked through one of my duffel bags, pulling out a black tee, slipping it over my head before leaving the room altogether.

We had a hired chef for the week’s stay and every morning by ten thirty, an arrangement of food would be placed outside, waiting for us to devour. This morning was no different as plates of fruits, waffles, pancakes, sausages and bacon strips were set out for us with a jug of Apple and Orange juice. It was no surprise that Justine was one of the few that was up early; she was always like that. “Morning,” I mumbled, taking a seat on the opposite chair as her. She briefly looked at me and continued to pick at what was left on her plate which wasn’t much. “I said morning,” I stated again, grabbing a plate and beginning to fill it with what I wanted.

“And I heard you,” she gritted.

“Fuck is your problem?” I stated, dropping the plate back on the table, creating a loud thud.

“Nothing,” she stated sternly. “I’m just tired,”

“So why you not in bed sleep?” I muttered, crossing my arms over my chest.

“I’m not sleepy,” My face twisted into a scowl at her two contradicting statements. None of that shit was making sense and I wasn’t about to run around in circles to understand it if she was going to act like this with me right now. It was either you tell me what’s wrong now or walk around pissed ‘cause your ass wants to be stubborn as fuck.

“Alright, so don’t complain then,” I grumbled, going to fix my plate one last time. It looked like she had something on her mind but how would I know if she didn’t speak up? I wasn’t going to force her to speak up on something she didn’t want to talk about to begin with. However, it didn’t stop me from picking up on her strange ass behavior. Justine is very transparent so it’s easy to tell when something isn’t sitting right with her but it’s difficult to figure out exactly what’s wrong with her. It takes way more than a few simple questions. Sucking her teeth, she grabbed her plate and empty glass and stormed towards the kitchen. “If that was your way of getting away from me, you failed,” I chuckled. “You might as well come back and eat at the table,”

“No thank you,”

“Alright,” I nodded. “Be like that,” Which probably won’t be long. For the first ten minutes of me eating my plate of food was enclosed with silence. But just like I predicted, Justine was right back in front of me, starting up a conversation as if she wasn’t acting suspicious a minute ago.

“How was Bailey’s birthday last night?”

I smirked, licking my lips. “It was cool. She had fun,”

“Yeah, I could tell. You guys came in pretty late and then had the nerve to go to sleep late,” she said, giving me that knowing look. “Nasty,”

“I know,” I chuckled. “I would do it again if I ain’t have eavesdroppers,”

“Ugh, can you not?” she asked, rolling her eyes.

“I guess. So, what’s up with you? Why you acting sus?” I said bluntly. There wasn’t any way I was going to let her leave out of my eyesight without her telling me something.

“Am I really?” she questioned.

“Yeah, nigga,” I muttered, grabbing my glass of OJ. She rolled her eyes yet again before leaning back in the chair and crossing her arms over her chest. Regardless if she wasn’t acting strange or whatnot, I would still have a few questions in store for her to begin with. I took a few sips before hearing the sound of feet in the near distance. Turning my head around a bit, I saw Austin approach the table while rubbing his eyes. That officially ended the conversation before it even started but that didn’t mean I was going to let it drop either. While everyone thinks they’re on vacation, I’m certainly not. I still got shit to do and it’s going to get handled. I don’t give a fuck if I have to rain on everyone’s parade. “Ay, what’s up, lil nigga?” I greeted, extending my hand out for a dap.

“Seriously, Adrian? Watch your language around him,” Justine said, pointing her fork at me.

“Chill,” I said. “He ain’t picking up on it like that. Chillax,”

“Morning, ma,” Austin greeted, heading around the table to give Justine a hug. Without the help of a nigga around to help groom Austin to be a great man one day, Justine has been doing pretty well so far and I will never discredit her for that. Although half the thing she does I don’t particularly agree with, how she raises Austin is one thing I can certainly say she does well on 100%. They hugged and did all that motherly and son shit before Austin sat down and decided to grab the stack of Bacon to munch on.

“He still taking his medicine?” I questioned.

“It’s no longer required so naw,”

“That’s dope,” I smiled.

“Yeah, it is. He hated the medicine with a passion. I don’t blame him,”

“Me either,”

“I’ll be back,” Justine said, grabbing her plate and treading into the kitchen. I acknowledged her with a simple head nod before she left off, leaving Austin and I at the table still.

“You good?”

“Yeah,” Austin yawned shortly after.

“You sure?” I asked sternly.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Where’s Bailey?” he asked.

“She’s still asleep. After breakfast I want you to pack some of your clothes for an overnight stay,”

“Why?”

“You ask too many questions,” I chuckled. “We yachting out in this bitch,”

“That big boat we saw?”

“Yeah, the one you can live in. That’s my birthday gift to Bailey,” An expensive ass gift too.

“That’s not fair. She’s going to like your gift more than mine,” he frowned.

“Tough luck, kid,” I laughed.

“Here, Austin,” Justine placed down his plate and left the dining area all over again. It was a good feeling knowing that Austin was where he belongs, but it still tore me up knowing that at one point no one knew where he was at. No matter how much I try to justify certain shit, it always fell back on me and what I should have been doing versus what I was doing. Regardless, I know for a fact that something fishy had to occur and the two main targets are Lonnie and Ryan. I’m close but not nearly as close as I want to be. That shit is all about to change though. My primary agenda would be talking to Bailey, of course, and possibly having a conversation with Justine if she allows it. If Bailey is going to go back to her life, I need to be frank with her and let her know that Ryan got another bitch pregnant. I don’t know how well that’s going to go over with her, but it needs to be done. After that, I’m going to need to call G back in New York, so I know what to expect. Besides all of that shit, I just need someone I can lay all this info on because it’s eating me up that I only know.

“You know what I noticed, Uncle A?” Austin said, bringing me out of my thoughts. I gave him my full attention, so he knew that I was listening. “Your father isn’t around, and neither is mine,” Austin’s statement caught me off guard and for a second I was unsure of what he meant by that and where’d it come from. I paused as I stared at him with my eyebrows meshed together. It was almost as if what he said was nothing big of a deal. I don’t talk to Austin about his father and he doesn’t talk to me about his nonexistent father either. Where this is coming from all of a sudden, at this moment right now? It’s only leading me to Justine. I just stared at him for the longest, not completely believing that he had said that and how he easily returned to snacking on his plate of food while I had to digest something, I would have never thought I hear from him until he was well in his late teens.

“Yeah, something like that,” I said, clearing my throat. “Why you say that though?”

“I don’t know,” he shrugged. “Just something I noticed,”

“You feel good about that?” I was at a loss of words to say the least, but I was also intrigued in what possibly was on his mind at the same time. Austin is a smart seven-year old child and I’m pretty sure he’s aware of everything that goes on around him, even half the shit I do. It’s not rocket science for him to realize his father isn’t around, but I wasn’t expecting to hear him talk about it either. I don’t know but him saying that just made things more complicated, at least in my head.

“I don’t care,” he said nonchalantly. My eyes widened at his bold statement. This didn’t seem like the same caring Austin I know him to be. Although I can’t lie and say that I’m not happy knowing that he doesn’t give a fuck about his father but it’s not the right thing for me to verbally say to him. The least I want him to do is have his own feelings towards whoever without me swaying his own ideas. Either way, it got me fucked up now.

Rubbing my temple, I said, “Don’t say that,” I sighed, saying words I never thought I would. “Look at me, Austin. I’m deadass. Don’t say that. You don’t know what you’re saying right now. Shit, why are you saying that?”

“I don’t know. It’s true. I haven’t seen my dad in a long time. He doesn’t care, I don’t care. That’s good, right?” I was in pure shock. I don’t even know how to end this conversation. “I have my mother, you, Caiden, Justin, Brian, August, G, my grandmother and even Bailey,” he went on to list.

“Did you talk to your mother about this?” I found myself asking.

“Kind of,” I nodded slowly, locking my hands together.

“We gon’ finish this conversation later, alright? Just know that we all got you even if your pops isn’t around, you hear me?”

“Yeah, I do,” he smiled.

“Alright, hurry up and eat,” I said, standing tall and grabbing my plate. “And eat them carrots your mom put on your plate!” I yelled. His laughter soon followed after that. I placed my plate in the sink and ran some water over it before leaving the kitchen. I had half the mind to go and see what was up with Justine and where Austin had got this random epiphany of basically saying fuck his father, he ain’t shit mentality. A part of me couldn’t fathom Justine putting that type of idea in her son’s head so where else he might have gotten that from… I’m not too sure. Maybe it was me. The other half of me didn’t feel like saying anything to her, not at the moment anyhow. Austin really fucked with my head too early in the morning.

Shaking my head, I headed back into my bedroom and softly closed the door behind me. Bailey was no longer lying in bed and from hearing running bath water, I automatically assumed that where she was at. Slipping inside the bathroom door, I found myself staring at her voluptuous body behind the clear shower glass. Her body was turned away from me, standing in the direction of the steaming water. She was leaning against the wall and from her posture, I could sense how she was still sleepy and probably still a bit tipsy. She still looked fine as fuck though. Stripping out of my clothes, I pushed the sliding glass open a bit and walked up behind her, gently wrapping my arms around her slim waist.

“Ugh, why do you do that, Adrian?” she groaned, relaxing in my arms. I turned her around to face me and she easily wrapped her arms around me, laying her head against my chest.

“’Cause I can,” I chuckled.

“Same reason as why you’re hard, huh?” she said, kissing along my neck.

“Yeah, you gon’ take care of it?” I said huskily. Dropping her arms from around my neck, she pressed her lips against mine, enveloping me into a deep kiss. Her small, warm hands trickled down my abdomen until she wrapped her fingers around my semi-hard dick, slowly moving her fingertips along the length of it. “Shit,” I hissed, staring down at her with hazy eyes. She knew exactly what she was doing. Her grip on me tightened as she increased her pace. I bit my bottom lip, not wanting to give her the satisfaction that her simple hand job was doing wonders to me. But being that Bailey likes to outcompete a nigga, she was going to test me until I gave in.

With a mischievous grin, she got on her knees and directed my throbbing dick into her mouth. My hands immediately went to the back of her head, my fingers becoming entangled in her hair. All through the different girls I’ve ran through, minus the exception of one, Bailey is the only one who I go out of my way when it comes to sexual shit. I rarely go down on a bitch if it ain’t my bitch, I usually don’t give a fuck if they cum or not because it’s about mine. But with Bailey, everything I do comes natural for her. I don’t think twice if I’m giving her head or whatever. Everyone else, my mind is already made up by the time I have them on their knees, ready to suck me off.

“Just like that,” I grunted in a labored breath. Her lips wrapped around my tip, licking the pre-cum off before enveloping the whole thing in her mouth; essentially deep throating me. Shit had me in bliss. She wasn’t sloppy and she wasn’t gagging either; Bailey’s a perfect ten. Her hand rubbed at my balls bringing me closer towards my peak. I got a handful of her hair, pushing her mouth further on my swollen dick. My head leaned back against the granite wall with my mouth slightly agape while she continued to bob her head at an even pace, much quicker than before. She had me in the palm of her hand and before I knew it, I was bussing all down her throat. She fucking swallowed. “Damn,” I grunted, watching as she stood under the water. “So fucking sexy,”

She smiled, pulling me closer to her. “Your turn,”

“Welcome to Carpe Diem, one of Turks and Caicos most elite yachts!” The head manager in charge spoke as we all crowded around the deck, staring up at the rather large and tall boat. “Everything you want will be provided, any service, we most certainly have. Your stay for the next 48 hours should live up to the hype you most certainly have heard. There are waterskis, kayaks, four massage room, yoga and dance room, gym, two saunas and an indoor pool. All your needs will be met regardless of any issue you think you might have. Please enjoy your stay at Carpe Diem,” Definitely didn’t have to tell me twice. Being that everyone knew about these plans in advance, Bailey was the only one with a shocked facial expression as she turned around and looked at me.

“What?” I chuckled.

“You did not mention the surprise being this,” she said, standing in place which caused everyone to walk around us.

“I didn’t have to. Happy belated,” I laughed. “It’s all for you and if I were you, I would hurry my ass on the boat before Justine picks the best room,”

“Aw, is your heart melting? Do you feel like you’re about to die?” she teased.

“Hell yeah, nigga,” I chuckled. Laughing along with me, she kissed the side of my mouth and headed towards the opening of the boat. I followed suit, giving a firm handshake to the man who was speaking moments prior. When Austin and I was looking for presents for Bailey’s birthday, I didn’t feel like buying her any materialistic shit, so I opted for a yacht in which everyone could benefit, and I could also one up my lil homie, Austin. Looking around at the yacht, I nodded my head in approval at the décor. For 25 grand, this yacht has no choice but to be less than perfect. Approaching Caiden, I tapped his shoulder in which caught his attention.

“Wassup?”

“When everyone is ready to doze off, we all need to talk for a second, a’ight?” I muttered.

“Yeah, no doubt. Can’t be all fun and no work,” he chuckled, rubbing his chin. “For now, I’m finna unpack and check out the rest of this shit. You must be sprung if you’re spending all this dough on her,”

“Sprung? You must be out your mind,” I said, shoving him playfully. “Fuck up,” I sat down at the barand grabbed one of the glasses of alcohol. I placed it under my nose to see what it was and took a sip once I noticed it was just Vodka. Everyone around me seemed to be basking in the moment of being on this yacht but I couldn’t enjoy it just yet. I haven’t been anyhow for the last couple of months so that wasn’t anything new. I quickly finished off my drink and ran my hand down my face. In the pocket of my shorts was a white envelope that I was going to give to Bailey tonight or whenever the mood strikes. Three simple words on a bland piece of card seemed to be weighing heavy on my mind and I wasn’t sure if what I was doing was the smartest, but I could no longer put off doing certain shit for the sake of Bailey’s feelings; she’s going to have to find out one day or another, why not now?

Then I had to deal with Justine and her son’s declaration this morning. Too much fucking shit. “Why you drinking so early? It’s only three,” Bailey purred, wrapping her arms around me from behind.

“You think I care what time it is?”

“I know you don’t. What’s wrong?” she asked, sitting down in the seat beside me.

“I’ll tell you later tonight. You like the yacht?” I asked, already knowing the answer.

“It’s so beautiful! Come so I can show you our room,” she said excitedly, grabbing my hand.

“Hol’ up,” I grabbed another glass of Vodka and handed her one before taking one for myself. Following her lead as she dragged me around the boat, my vision stayed on her ass the entire time as she decided that she wanted to wear shorts. She looked good, no doubt, but that shit was distracting as hell.

“Look!” she squealed. “It’s gorgeous and so spacious,”

“You do know we’ll probably be everywhere but here, right?” I smirked.

“What do you mean?” she asked, turning around to face me.

“The boat is too big to make it to this room. You’ll end up somewhere else before you get here. Promise you that,”

“Yeah, we’ll see,” she said, playfully rolling her eyes. Her eyes fell on the white envelope that was in my hand. “What’s that?”

“An envelope,”

“For real, Adrian,”

“Look at this later. Not right now, okay?”

“Why? Is there something I should be afraid of in here?” she chuckled, grasping the thin envelope in her hand. She stared at it as if the words that were in the inside of the card would magically appear outside. But as far as there being something that just might make her afraid, I doubt it. But, it will catch her off guard. However she reacts is up to her but anything else, that’s up in the air. I’m counting on August to man up and tell her what the situation with Riley was too, but I have a feeling that’s going to backfire. Not on August, on me.

“Naw, just read it later,” I stated.

“Okay,” she nodded.

Licking my lips, I stared down at her and she looked back up at me with a faint grin. It was crazy to me how someone you barely knew could come into your life and have such a strange impact on your life. I’m not saying that Bailey has changed me or some shit because that has to come from me and willingly, but she has changed shit along the way. Things were supposed to be strictly business between us and it could have been that way because I do have self-control, but I don’t know what happened this time around. It’s not a good feeling because it makes me feel like I’m off my game and no one should be able to throw me off my game like that. I had something on my mind that I wanted to speak about at the moment, but it wasn’t the right time. She looked like she was really enjoying herself and I didn’t want to be the one to end that for her. “Boat will depart in exactly an hour,�� said a crew member from the loud speaker.

“Ooh, I’m so excited!” she squealed, brushing past me to join everyone else.

Bailey

It was absolutely beautiful sailing the ocean that boarded the small island. I was accustomed to traveling quite frequently since it would be my father’s go to resort when all options seemed to lack in certain departments. It was something about being far away from your troubles that brought peace to me, oddly enough. The ocean was such a beautiful hue of blue and the slight breeze around my body was just right. It was close to seven in the evening and we had been sailing for some time now along Grand Turk. I sat with a glass of White Wine in my possession near the rear end of the boat. Everyone was pretty much spaced out along the boat and really had their own quarter of space to be in. Well, except the guys. They were all huddled in one of the many tableson the bottom yacht last time I saw them and it seemed like they were discussing something urgent because no one seemed to return the small smile I had given them in passing. Well!

Grabbing the blanket that was near, I wrapped it around my body and curled up into a fetal position. My head rested against the closest pillow and I sighed deeply, having thoughts of my family back home surface in my head. At least once a day I would have thoughts and most of the time, I wouldn’t have anyone to talk about it to because I automatically assumed they wouldn’t understand as much as I would have liked them to. Why? How can you exactly sympathize with someone who has been kidnapped by your doing? The only person that probably doesn’t know the circumstance is Austin and there’s no way I can vent to a seven-year old about a predicament this large. It’ll go right over his head.

I miss the normalcy that my life gave me, despite what I’m surrounded around by force. If I wanted to, I could easily evade it and do something to distract myself. While being in the presence of Adrian, you really can’t and it’s not even like it’s by chose, it just happens. I miss my mother, that’s without a doubt. Even with me being closer to my father than my mother, I still miss her and her easy-going vibe. I miss Rayne too but a part of me feels like she’s doing something wrong. Out of the two of us, she’s probably the one that needs to be watched out the most. I miss Chance. He was my other half. We fit like a puzzle and had the same mindset, so it was easy for us to click. I don’t know what he could possibly be doing at this point, but I hope it’s something productive since the last time I seen him.

And then there’s Ryan. Do I miss him? Sadly, yes. I feel stupid for missing him but for him, it’s a different type of ‘I miss you’ than what everyone else gets. Ryan was better off being a friend than anything more, quite honestly. Relationships just might not be his forte and that’s alright; I just wish I knew that beforehand. Huffing, I placed my drink back on the table and begin to stand and head back in. I liked to be by my lonesome, but some company right about now wouldn’t be that bad. Shuffling inside, I headed up the stairs and towards the kitchen to set my glass away.

We had crew members on the ship and they were spread around the entire yacht, catering to our needs. Having a personal crew on board definitely came with its perks. Grabbing the platter of strawberry off the counter, I looked in the stocked fridge and pulled out the whipped cream and began my ascent along the yacht. I had no particular destination in mind, but I figure I walk around until I bump into someone. Hearing commotion from the next roomover, I stuck my head inside the room and notice Justine and Austin. It seemed like such a cute mother-son moment that I didn’t want to interrupt but it was too late because Austin had already spotted me and asked that I come in.

“Oh, okay,” I laughed. “It’s so difficult finding everyone,” I pouted, sitting beside Justine

“I know,” she agreed. “I have to look at the camera to find out where everyone is,”

“There’s cameras?!” I gasped. It brought me back to the time when I found out that Adrian had a camera chilling in my room. Actually, he admitted that he had a camera located in my room so nonchalantly one day. I didn’t believe him at first until he showed me his desktop computer and the monitor of my room being displayed. I didn’t even know how to react when I found out quite honestly. If I recalled correctly, I laughed and called him a pervert which in return, he acknowledged that he was a perv with a chuckle.

“Yep! All over. But most of the cameras are in the main room. The monitor is right over there,” she pointed. I squeezed some of the whip cream down on my strawberries before I picked one out and bit into it. They’re so fucking good.

“Do you feel any better from yesterday?” I asked, referring to her behavior. She sighed, running her hands through Austin’s soft hair. He was too invested in watching Toy Story 3 to notice anything subtle.

“Not really,” she frowned.

“What’s wrong then?” I said, hoping that this time she would actually say something this time around.

“Not around, Aussie,” she mouthed. My shoulders slumped forward, and I relaxed back into the soft couch. We sat in silence for a total of thirty minutes and every now and then I could see the disgruntled facial expression she would make but, yet she didn’t want to talk about it at all with me. I did understand how she might not want to talk about everything that bothers her right then and there, but I didn’t understand why she rather hold it in when I was more than willing to listen to her rant. I don’t know. Maybe I was digging into this too much, but it did hurt my feelings knowing that she couldn’t confide in me – the only girl here.

“What y’all doing in here?! Meditating or some shit? Why so quiet?” Adrian asked, barging into the room.

“Shh, Austin is sleep,” Justine shushed him.

“Yeah, that’s what he wants y’all to think,” he mumbled, walking towards the couch. I reached over the table, getting ready to grab the last strawberry, knowing that he eying it just a few seconds ago. Just when I thought I had it, he grabbed it from my grasp and bit in to it. My face immediately turned into a scowl as he grinned while finishing off the juicy fruit. “Com’ere,” he called, licking his lips slowly, purposely.

“Can I get a please?” I huffed, standing up anyhow.

“Not when you obey me like that,” he chuckled.

“Don’t make me snuff you, nigga,” I grumbled, walking beside him. He threw his arm around me and led us back outside to where I was trying to get away from. But the warmth from his body was more than enough. I figure he was leading us away from everyone to finally have this conversation that’s been bothering him ever since we got on this yacht. He was a lot tenser and I’m one for picking up on body language and I definitely noticed it by the way he was walking around here. He led me somewhere completely different from where I was once aware of to another private sectionof the yacht. “This boat is entirely too big,” I mumbled.

“I like it like that. I get claustrophobic,” he admitted.

“And you expect me to believe that?” I giggled, sitting down on his lap.

“Bitch, better believe it!” he exclaimed.

“Alright, cut that shit out. I won’t hesitate to punch you in your face and dick,” I said to which he chuckled at. But I was dead serious. Rolling my eyes, I watched him lean over and grab a tray that I had just now noticed was here this whole time. What might be on the tray you ask? Weed. However, I wasn’t going to throw a tantrum about it. I can’t control everybody’s behavior and besides, he looked like he really needed it. “What’s wrong?” I asked. “Talk to me,”

“Everything,” he mumbled, lightening the joint before putting it to his mouth.

“I’m all ears,” I expressed.

“Shit, where do I begin, girl?” he shook his head lightly and took a pull from the potent blunt. “I’ll start with this morning. This morning I’m having breakfast with Justine, right? We’re eating and I peep shit. Something not right with her so I basically call her out on it. I’m usually a good judge of character and I’m trying to get information out of her and see what’s up. You know, be that loving brother. But she acting sus and if she continues to act like that, I‘m going to call her out on it and put her on blast. I don’t like that fake shit and it’s irritating me that she been trying to hide shit,”

“So, you’ve noticed it too?” I murmured.

“What you mean?”

“She was acting strange since last night,” I frowned. “Do you think something is going on with her?” I whispered, assuming the worst automatically. I’m not pessimistic but it’s the reality of the situation and what comes with this lifestyle. He stared at me for the longest, probably mulling over what I just said and the possibilities. “Trouble?”

“Naw,” he stated. “She would tell me if something is wrong. I expect her to do that much,” he gritted.

“I don’t know, Adrian. What if she’s afraid, maybe?”

“I’m giving her till tomorrow morning to open her mouth and say some shit. I shouldn’t have to guess around her and she also shouldn’t be afraid to open her mouth if it involves some serious shit. If I find out any other way, I’m going to be pissed,”

“Okay and that’s understandable. Just give her some time, don’t jump to conclusions,” I tried to soothe, the smell of marijuana circulating around us. With how much pre-rolled blunts he has set out, I’d assume that he had plans of smoking all night. I rubbed his shoulders gently because I could clearly see his frustration. “For someone who always seems to be in my business and got a fucking say in what I do, why she not trying to talk now?”

“Patience, Adrian,” I told him, rubbing his shoulders a little rougher. “What else is on your mind?”

“Austin, man,” He blew out the smoke from the side of his mouth. “Although I don’t want to believe it, I think he misses his pops,” My hand movement immediately stopped, and my heart felt like it was plummeting inside my chest. Even with me acknowledging the fact that Lonnie isn’t shit, I couldn’t help but feel for Austin, especially since I’m in a similar situation as him. My father isn’t around, his isn’t; I miss my father and I’m sure he misses his, although he might not talk about it as much as you would expect. It’s just something so unfortunate and for the fact that I had some type of hand in a situation such as this does rub me the wrong way. What if Austin was to ever find out? “He was talking about how me and him have similarities with how our pops ain’t in our lives. Man, that shit fucked me up. He seemed so cool and calm about it too like it was no big deal for a seven-year old to say that,”

That seemed to get under his skin more than anything. He was literally turning red right before me. I was speechless. I never once heard Austin talk about his father but that didn’t necessarily mean that he didn’t think about him at all. I remember once upon a time when I wondered where Austin’s father was at and to find out that I would basically have to play him a few days later, unbeknownst to me until Lonnie basically told on himself. We sat in silence as Adrian continued to puff away at his dwindling blunt. It was kind of hard watching him go through so many emotions and not have a single answer to any of his questions. I know Adrian is passionate; he didn’t have to tell me that to understand. However, it was just something I wasn’t accustomed to seeing him be so blatant about it. It was a little saddening to watch.

“Well for one, he didn’t mean it,” I stated as confidently as possible. “He’s young and impressionable so that’s probably why he said what he did. He doesn’t know better,”

“That’s not how it seemed,” he said. “Like, I feel like this was all under the influence of Justine and her trying to prove some type of point,”

“She wants Lonnie in Austin’s life, that’s understandable,” I sighed. “I don’t think she would sway Austin to think his father was a deadbeat,”

“Not when a kid walks away with the mindset that they all of all sudden don’t care no more,” he muttered.

“I don’t know what to tell you, Adrian. Maybe it’s one of those phases he’s going through,” Leaning his head against the support from the chair, he finished off the blunt with ease and sighed contently. “I wouldn’t hold it against him either,”

“I know,” he grumbled. “I feel bad for lil man, you know, cause that’s my nephew and all but I despise the fuck out of his sperm donor,”

“Why?” As far as I knew, I wasn’t 100% sure on what animosity Adrian had towards Lonnie besides the obvious and a few theories I’ve conjured up on my own. The main one solely being based upon how carless Lonnie was to allow Austin to go to the store by himself and end up in the worse case scenario.

“I never liked Lonnie to begin with, no one did. But my sister was stubborn as hell and went against everyone wishes. I was frank with her about how I see this shit ending for her and she never believe me. Now look at her and what he’s done. Something is hella sketchy about him and I haven’t found the energy to find out until Austin went missing. I don’t trust him, and I know he’s behind some serious shit. I have this gut feeling and it’s proven me right countless times,” he gritted. By the time he had finished explaining this to me, he already had a blunt to his lips, looking for his red lighter. I held it in my hands and did the honors of lightening it myself.

“Well, what’s going to happen now with Lonnie? Are you going to tell Justine? You don’t want to put her in a compromising position,”

“Lonnie is easy to deal with. Don’t worry ‘bout him. As far as Justine, I’ma tell her in due time but her ass gotta start talking first because she playing like I’m stupid,” he grumbled, his voice so husky like. I bit the inside of my lip and nodded. I felt like as soon as they confronted each other with their issues and problems, it just might be something more dramatic than what everyone anticipated. It’s no secret that they bicker and go back and forth over the smallest things but when will that come to its peak? When will the ticking time bomb erupt and leave the two of them hating each other forever? Anything could happen. and I’ve seen it even happen in my own family with my father and aunt numerous of times before they reconciled.

“I would tell her now,” I advised. “You’ll sleep easier,”

“You see this shit right here?” he said, referring to the blunt. “This is what makes me sleep… you should try it,” he smirked.

“No thank you,” I chuckled.

“Why not?” he pressed, licking his lips.

“I don’t have a reason to smoke,”

“You don’t need one,” he said quickly.

“Not now, Adrian,” I laughed at his failed attempts at trying to get me to smoke. It’s not that I’m against it, I just don’t do it.

“In the case, I need to bring something to your attention, baby girl,” His voice was stern, so I automatically knew it was something serious. I just didn’t know how serious it was and whether or not it would affect me or something. With everything Adrian has been saying in the past hour or so, nothing has been relatively positive. I just don’t know what more to expect and if I should become worrisome. It wasn’t helping that Adrian decided to take long dramatic pauses, only intensifying my worries. “I told you from the start that Ryan wasn’t shit and you would realize it too. You know that but before you’re able to go back to him,” he said, using quotations. “…. I need you to know that your man stepped out on y’alls relationship and got some side bitch pregnant,”

I don’t think I heard him correctly so instead of spazzing, I simply laughed. In my head, there was no way possible Ryan or anyone for that matter could possibly do that. I understand completely that Ryan and I might not have had that picture-perfect relationship but it was better than most by a long shot. My mind could not and would not wrap its head around something like…. the unbelievable. It seemed like some sort of twisted joke and punishment I seemed to have deserved for a reason unbeknownst to me. However, the longer I stared at Adrian’s stoic, emotionless face, I realized he wasn’t laughing or cracking a smile… not that I expected him to anyhow. Sliding off his lap and into the open space besides him, I stared blankly at the moving water with a blank mind. He wasn’t lying. He was telling nothing but the truth. “What the fuck?” I found myself whispering.

“I’m sorry to be the bearer of bad news, B. I just figure you should know before anything happens,”

I closed my eyes tightly, feeling the pressure of tears attempting to slide out of my tear ducts. If Ryan just so happened to be cheating on me, I think I would have been smart enough to find that out before hearing it from someone else. When could he have possibly had enough time to go out and do his dirt when we were always together even when we were having our differences? It just didn’t make sense and the longer I thought about it, the more I felt myself mentally caving. I would have never thought that Ryan would go as far as cheating on me when I have been nothing but faithful to him. Then to find out from Adrian of all people? This was definitely a stab to my back. Maybe I should have listened to my mother when she told me she didn’t believe Ryan was a good choice for me. Maybe I should have took Chance’s opinions into consideration. Maybe I should have listened to Rayne when the chance presented itself for her to give me her thoughts on Ryan. But I didn’t. I listened to my father and look where that has led me.

“Here,” Adrian muttered, extending his hand out. I looked down at the blunt and chuckled bitterly. My life has been turned upside down quickly in just a mere three months and I don’t know if this is something I should be grateful for because it’s eye opening or feel ashamed because I wasn’t aware before. Shit, I feel like both. So, for about twenty minutes, we both sat in silence as I finished off the perfectly rolled blunt by myself. Any other time, I wouldn’t have taken it but this was a different predicament; a predicament I wasn’t sure I could handle by myself.

“Are you sure?” I whispered, bringing my legs up to my chest.

“Positive unless Ryan ain’t the father,”

“So regardless, he was cheating?” I murmured, feeling defeated. That blunt didn’t do shit to numb me.

“I guess,” he said. I shook my head sadly, tears I’ve been trying to hide for the past half hour pour out of my eyes. There were a million and one things I could have been doing, saying or expressing but I was still in that initial shock and no matter how many times I mulled over it, I still couldn’t believe it nor would I ever think Ryan would stoop that low. Not only did he get someone else pregnant, but he betrayed me in the worst way and didn’t even have the courage to even tell me about it nor take responsibilities for his foul ass actions.

“Don’t cry over a nigga like him, a’ight? I tell my sister the same shit. Instead, you fuck their head up,” Adrian stated, bringing me closer to him.

“Why would he do something like that?” I whimpered.

“I’ma be honest with you like I am my sister; he wasn’t yours to begin with,” That only caused a permanent scowl to etch across my face as I allowed his words to sink in.

“I’m so fucking exhausted with all of this,” I expressed, tears still managing to blur my vision, even with Adrian doing his best to comfort me. I was so hurt by Ryan’s action and the fact that I couldn’t confront him at the moment because of obvious reasons only turned my sadness, regret and disappointment into anger. Why would he ever think it is acceptable to do something like that? Why be with me in the first place if that’s what you were going to end up doing to me? I didn’t deserve it, no one deserves that type of treatment and it was just grinding my gears. Not to mention, he ended up getting the chick fucking pregnant. I don’t know what I was mad at more. The fact that he cheated or that he didn’t use protection and someone that isn’t me is pregnant.

“As bad as it might sound, maybe this happened for a reason. You’re so much better than what Ryan can do and give for you. Don’t walk around with a pout and shit, a’ight? You should be happy God ain’t let you walk around with that nigga for eighteen plus years,” he murmured, rubbing my side soothingly.

“It still hurts,” I frowned. I seriously don’t even know how worse my predicament could get.

“Look, pain don’t last forever and that some real shit. Yeah, he cheated but you shouldn’t be the one feeling down about this shit. That’s all on him, baby girl. You hear me? He fucked up and now he has to deal with the consequences. You ain’t do shit wrong,” I looked up at him and smiled faintly. It was nice knowing that he felt that way but I still felt some type of way, as I should and I don’t know how long this feeling will last. I literally gave my all into that relationship and to see it end up with results like thatis heartbreaking. I said a long time ago that I was done with Ryan and indirectly, we are no longer a couple but that doesn’t take away the fact that he fucked me over like that. Had things been different, I doubt he would have ever pulled such a thing but sadly, they aren’t and now I’m stuck feeling like I was the one who purposely stepped out and got pregnant by some random nigga.

“I hear you,” I sighed, biting my bottom lip. “Look at me. I’m so fucking antsy and shaky now,” I said, raising my hand a bit so he could see. “You sure I gotta go back to him?”

“Naw, I can kill him on sight if you prefer,” he said nonchalantly with a mischievous grin on his face. Chuckling lowly, I shook my head.

“I’ll decline on that,”

“Alright, the offer is still out there though,” A moment of silence had passed before he spoke up again, intentionally bringing me out of my thoughts concerning Ryan and another thing he done to disappoint someone. “Get up,”

“Adrian, please, no. I just want to sit here and sulk,”

“Bailey,” he said sternly.

“Adrian,” I said in the same tone, crossing my arms over my chest. He knew that if he left me out here alone, I’d just end up crying and feeling bad for myself all over again. Despite his wonderful efforts of trying to distract me from the bigger picture, I had to face the music; no matter how off key it was too. Sucking his teeth, he leaned down and scooped me up in his arms, picking me up bridal style. I didn’t even put up a protest to his action and allowed him to do as he pleases. We ended up in the master kitchen and luckily for us, everyone was pretty much asleep or getting ready to sleep. It was nearing eleven and if Austin was sleep already, that meant everyone else would be too.

“This was supposed to be Austin’s but he can’t hang so I figure you would want it,” Adrian said after he placed me down on the granite counter. Walking to the freezer, he pulled out a container and grabbed a fork, finally placing the dish besides me. “Comfort food is the best, ain’t it?” he smirked, revealing the ice cream sundae. My mouth was literally watering for it.

“Thank you, Adrian,” I smiled, wrapping my legs around his body. His hands found their way around my waist, bringing me closer to him.

“Don’t mention it,” he said. I leaned in first and kissed his lips lightly. He softly sucked on my bottom lip before slipping his tongue inside of my mouth as our tongues wrestled against one another. The kiss began to turn aggressive quickly and without much thought, I found myself moaning into the kiss and pulling him closer. I needed comfort and Adrian was doing an excellent job at doing that, surprisingly. Then again, it’s not so surprising. He has a heart and it shows whenever a situation like this pops up.

“Can you stay up with me tonight? I don’t think I’ll be falling asleep anytime soon,” I confessed after pulling away.

“Why? So, you can talk my head off and smoke up half of my supply?”

“Please?” I pouted.

“After I eat this dessert,” he agreed, causing a faint smile to appear on my face. So, for the next half hour we both sat, talked and laughed while we could about almost anything. It was a good feeling knowing that he was doing his best to bring up my mood. If it was up to me, I would be in the room, feeling down as ever. It’ll probably happen anyhow, just not right now. I’m still in shock and it won’t hit me until I’m probably in New York and I’ve come in contact with him.

“I swear I just gained like three pounds,” I mumbled, softly running my fingers through his soft hair.

“Hope that shit goes straight to your ass,” he grunted, palming my ass.

“Shut up,” I giggled. We were snuggled up in one of the areasthat contained a TV since our room actually didn’t. His lanky self was laid out across the couch with him resting his head on my stomach and his arms around my waist. It was just so natural how conversation between the two of us easily flowed from one topic to the next. It was still difficult to not think about Ryan and what was just revealed to me, but I was trying to do well with keeping up appearances. I didn’t want to show how broken I truly was by the news. But the free-spirited talking didn’t last long because before I knew it, Ryan was now the topic of discussion.

“I need to know right now if you’re comfortable enough to go back home and be in Ryan’s presence,”

“I’m not,” I stated truthfully, and this has been expressed numerous times.

“So, what will make you comfortable? Regardless, you gotta go back,”

“And then what happens to you?”

He cut his eyes at me before resting his head back on my stomach. “That’s beside the point. Let me know now if you’re going to go back to him,”

“Not in that sense,” I muttered. “But there has to be some adjustments ‘cause I will not feel comfortable in his space,”

“We can do that,” he nodded, siting up and reaching for his phone; well, it was more a fake phone that he used when he didn’t want anyone knowing his number. “Call him… now,”

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