go home juli


“I’m done fighting. I just want to go home.”

“You can’t go home, Julie. I’m sorry. We can go anywhere else in the whole universe, but we can’t go home. I need you to know, whatever happens, wherever you go, you’re not gonna do it alone.”

*waves hello*

Just wanted to check in real quick since I’ve been MIA for a week. My Lupus meds are kicking in and I have a lot more energy so I’m working two jobs now (good ol’ froyo shop and now an aquarium store) to help pay some vet bills. So I’ve been out of the house a lot, and I’ve been staying offline to help me zero in my focus on the remaining Home art and get it done without distractions.

61 drawings are sitting in my “Chapter 18″ folder but there are still a handful to go– I really think I will make my June deadline though! :) Here’s a snapshot of every (blurred) finished piece. Thanks for your support! (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧

drawing these stickers are kinda tedious but also pretty therapeutic

its been a while since the last time I drew something chibi


What happened to Braeden and Derek? Are they still together? Did they break up?

Four Seasons

Genre: Fluff/Slight Angst

Characters: Shapeshifter!Taehyung x College Student!Reader

Word Count: 3,879

A/N: This is a bit different from what I usually write, in terms of story and perspective. This is the first time I’ve written something in first person >.< I feel nervous posting this, hope you guys enjoy it!

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             My stomach churned in disgust at the sight before me, there was a pair of boys no older than seventeen surrounding a medium sized dog. The poor thing cowered in fear as the two threw what seemed to be small rocks at him. The closer I got the louder the dog’s whines got as well as their laughter, I couldn’t fathom how someone could obtain joy from causing misery to such an innocent creature.

             “What the hell do you brats think you’re doing?” I screeched storming over to the boys. “Leave him alone.”

             “Who?” asked the taller one between the two. “Him?” the boy sneered pointing at the dog and before I could respond he had kicked him. Its pained cry was more than enough to elicit a response from me. I found myself shoving the boy hard enough to make him fall and that’s when his friend came rushing towards me, quickly I pulled the detachable pepper spray off my lanyard and sprayed it in the second boy’s eyes. He groaned in pain while desperately trying to rub the irritating substance out. From the corner of my eye I spotted someone move, when I had turned around I realized it was the guy I had pushed down earlier, I flinched as he lifted his fist and prepared myself for the impact, but it never came. My eyes snapped open at the sound of a howl, except this time it wasn’t coming from the dog. The boy who had been charging towards me was on the ground clutching his leg, droplets of blood trickled down his khaki pants and the dog they had previously been picking on was hovering above him growling.

             “You stupid piece of shi–“

             “Leave now, both of you or I’ll call the cops.” I threatened taking out my phone.

             “You wouldn’t dare!” muttered his pepper sprayed companion.

             “I can and I will.” It wasn’t until they saw me typing in the number that the two scrambled off as fast as they could in their current physical state, but not without cursing me under their breath.

             Immediately my attention was brought back to the dog, I crouched down to his level and he took a step back. The courageous dog that had saved me a few minutes ago had reverted back to the frightened creature I had first encountered. He didn’t have a collar and judging from his body he hadn’t eaten in days, his yellow fur was covered in dirt, but what made my heart drop were the cuts adorning his fragile frame. Gingerly I extended my hand out for him to sniff, which seemed to have startled him because he flinched in response. I couldn’t hold my tears back anymore and one by one they spilled, I couldn’t understand how people could ever lay their hands on such sweet and loving animals.

             “Don’t worry, I would never hurt you. It’s okay baby, everything is okay now.” I cooed trying to calm him down. “I’m here now…” Timidly he stepped forward and sniffed my palm, next thing I knew the Labrador had placed his head under my hand. A tiny smile tugged on my trembling lips at the small, but heartwarming gesture. “Let’s go home, okay?” I murmured softly while gently stroking his head.


             He didn’t take as much time to adjust as I thought he would because in the course of four weeks the faint-hearted Labrador I’d taken in had transformed into the most outgoing and loving dog I had ever come to meet. I could only imagine how hard it must have been for him at first, he would spend most of his days curled up in the corner of my living room and would only get up and approach me when he needed to use the bathroom. Getting him to eat was quite the challenge as well, no matter what brand of food I bought him he wouldn’t give it so much as a second glance. It wasn’t until one day that I sat down across from him with my own dinner that he started to dig in, he could care less about what kind of food I fed him as long as I kept him company while he ate it.

             “You’ve healed up quite well V!” I beamed scratching behind his right ear, which was currently his favorite spot. “Today after my last class I stopped by the pet store and got you a little something.” I stood up from the couch and headed towards my backpack, I reached in for the item then discretely I placed it behind my back and walked back to the couch where he was seated. “Ta-da!” I revealed to him a black collar with a stainless steel tag that had his name, our address, and my number engraved on it. His tail waged in excitement and he let out an approving bark letting me know he loved it.


             “What’s that V?” I inquired as I grabbed the yellow lab’s face. “Looks like you have some dirt on your nose, silly dog.” I tenderly rubbed my thumb over the brown spot on his pink nose, but it didn’t come off. I scrunched my face in confusion and I squinted my eyes at the small dot. “Oh, that’s not dirt, looks like that’s a mole! How cute!” I squealed and placed a soft kiss on the brown speck. In return V jumped on my lap and licked my face, with that alone he had made my whole week– no, month.



             Something V seemed to love was walks, he couldn’t wait to go on them. Every single day at 5:00PM on the dot he would approach me with his leash in his mouth and a wagging tail letting me know it was time. Walks with V were always interesting because of him I’d explored parts of my neighborhood I didn’t know existed, sometimes I wondered if he was the one walking me.

             I noticed that out of all the places we’d been to V’s favorite and most frequented was the park. He loved interacting with people, especially the children. As soon as we’d arrive the kids would flock to him bombarding me with the same question ‘Can I please pet him?’ and as always I’d say yes. I would watch as he’d happily bask in the attention of the children, sometimes he would even play with them. Kids, parents, teens, the elderly, everyone loved V, including myself.


             Going home was usually the most exciting part of my day because that meant I got to see V. He would always be sitting by the door waiting for me and as soon as I turned the knob he would enthusiastically bark, then once I’d step foot inside our shared apartment he would jump on me and shower me with kisses. V had the ability to turn a bad day into a good one and good day into a day great one. Although I had told people that I had rescued him four months ago as the days went by I started to believe that perhaps he was the one who had rescued me. Now that I had him I couldn’t imagine my life without him, to me, he was much more than just a pet.


             There were some weekends where I just didn’t want to get out of bed. It’s not that I was tired or anything like that, I was fed up. I’d lay there wrapped up in the ivory sheets staring at nothing in particular while letting my thoughts and own emotions devour me. The more I’d think about my problems the bigger they seemed to get, which would at times trigger my anxiety. Sometimes I felt like I was suffocating, everything seemed so difficult, but on days like those I could always count on V to snap me out of it.

             He would curl up next to me and place his head on my abdomen, which would usually soothe me. After a bit he’d get up and nudge me until I would get out of bed and do something with my day. On days like those I was constantly reminded how lucky I was to have V by my side.



             V and I had a routine, every Thursday night after dinner we could curl up on the couch and unwind by watching movies or binge watching K-dramas. He seemed to enjoy it just as much as I did, which made me it all the more fun. Although I did enjoy going out with friends, I had reserved Thursday nights for V and I because sometimes human companionship was nothing compared to that of a dog’s.


             For some reason all of my professors had decided to give me an exam in the same week, I had four tests over the course of four days. It wasn’t the first time something like this had happened, sometimes I wondered if they did this on purpose. Every night I found myself going to sleep at a later time and I detested it. It was either sleep or good grades, there was no in-between.
             I glanced down at the stack of notes below me, at this point I wasn’t sure what I was reading. I had been stuck on the same sentence for the past ten minutes, I wasn’t taking anything in. My drowsy eyes shifted over towards the clock on my dresser, which marked 1:43AM, usually by this time I would be sound asleep with V. With a sigh I went back to my notes, I had to focus.

             High pitched whines brought my attention to the full-sized bed, on it was V looking at me with those big brown eyes and the saddest facial expression I had ever seen. He would always do this when I’d stay up past midnight, the poor thing couldn’t sleep without me and vice versa.
             “Five more minutes buddy…” I mumbled for the umpteenth time that night.


             I turned the knob of the door and as always I was met with an excited V, except for the first time ever I walked right past him. I dragged my feet across the laminate wood flooring and plopped myself down on the couch with my both knees against my chest and the yellow Labrador followed soon after.

             “He- He… Broke up wit- with me.” I didn’t even know I had been crying until I’d opened my mouth to speak and was met with the salty taste of tears. All the pent up emotions from earlier where finally coming out. I placed a hand over my mouth in an attempt to quiet my sobs, but it was futile. I could feel my whole body tremble as I wrapped my arms around my legs bringing them closer to me and I stayed like that for what felt like the longest.

             I jolted up the moment I felt a cold wet nose press against me. I gazed over at the yellow Labrador out of curiosity wondering what it was he wanted, what he did next shocked me. V was licking up my tears just as fast as they were coming out, I couldn’t help but let out a strangled chuckle. Was this his attempt at wiping them away?

I circled my arms around his neck and brought him in for a heartfelt hug and croaked into his fur. “I love you so much V.” he barked back in response, if only I knew what he was trying to say.



             With finals out of the way I would have the rest of the month to do as I pleased and that meant spending more time with friends, family, and most of all V or so I thought. The stress from finals seemed to have taken a toll on my immune system because I was currently lying in bed under two thick blankets while wearing an oversized hoodie with what I considered one of the worst colds I’d ever caught.

            My head was pounding and my whole body was aching. My nightstand was covered in tissues and cough drop wrappers. I had gotten to a point where I could only breathe through my mouth because my nose was so congested. When I turned on my side I was met with none other than V, throughout these last couple of days he had not left my side once. The sweet yellow Labrador would follow me everywhere, even the bathroom. As I gazed at the dog laying besides me my heart swelled with delight knowing that in his own way he was taking care of me.


             I carefully opened the front door trying not to make any noise seeing how it was 2:05AM. It wasn’t unusual for me to come home at obscure hours whenever I hung out with my friends. As always when this would happen V was laying on the couch waiting for me. The first couple times he had done this I thought it had been a coincidence, but as time went on he continued. Instead of coming home and finding my dog sleeping soundly on our shared bed he would be laying or sitting on the couch cautiously watching the front door hoping for me to return safely.


             Growing up I had always wanted a dog, but my dad didn’t like them so I was never able to own one. Since V was my first dog ever it was of no surprise to everyone how much I’d spoil him. From toys to food I would only give my baby V the best, because he was the best thing to ever happen to me. I strived my best to make him happy and I think he did the same with me.


             Today marked the one year anniversary since V and I met, which is why I decided to throw a small party with just him and I. I had no idea when his birthday was so I decided we’d just celebrate it today. I decorated the house with streamers and balloons, if someone were to walk in they’d probably be flabbergasted to find out I had done all of this for a dog, but he wasn’t just any dog he was V, my V.
             I set the homemade doggie birthday cake down in the center of my wooden coffee table and looked over to my yellow Labrador who was currently seated on the other side across from me. I couldn’t help but smile at how cute he looked in his colorful birthday hat, I adjusted my own before reaching into my pocket and grabbing my phone in order to snap a photo.

             Before I was able to take the photo I realized something was off. “Oh, silly me… I forgot the candle, stay still V, I’ll be right back!”

             I rummaged through the kitchen drawer for the box of candles I had picked up the other day at the supermarket, they had to be here somewhere. A loud sudden noise coming from the living room captured my attention, immediate I rushed in to see what it was. I screamed in horror at the sight I was met with, in my living room there was a fully grown naked male in nothing but a birthday hat. He was tall and had sun kissed skin, disheveled light blonde hair, and the prettiest pair of dark brown eyes I had ever seen. My eyes shifted away from him and everywhere else, there was absolutely no sign of my dog.

             “W- Who are you and what have you done to my dog? Where is V and why are you wearing his hat?” there was an obvious waver to my voice, I’m surprised I was able to get the words out my mouth.

             The man tilted his head in confusion as he spoke. “What do you mean Y/N? It’s me V, but I would prefer if you called me by my real name, Kim Taehyung.” His voice was deep and powerful, which was not something I was expecting from a flower boy like himself.

             “V? You’re not V, you’re crazy that’s what you are! How did you get in here and where the hell are your clothes? Give me my dog back… or… or I’ll call the police!”

             “No, no, no! Please don’t call the police Y/N, it’s-“
             “How do you know my name? Are you some kind of stalker? Oh god, that’s it, isn’t it? Please don’t tell me you’re holding my dog hostage.” I blurted out in a panic.

             The man crossed his arms and shook his head at me. “Jesus, Y/N we need to cut back on the K-dramas, don’t we?”

             “How do you know I- Forget it, where’s my baby V?”

             “I already told you, I’m right here.” The handsome stranger murmured jutting his bottom lip out. “Why don’t you listen?” he whined almost in a childlike manner.

             “I am listening, but you’re speaking nothing but nonsense! You expect me to believe you’re V, my precious yellow Labrador? You, a fully grown man? Do you have any idea how ridiculous that sounds?” I groused running my hand through my long locks in a frustrated manner.

             “Well, when you put it that way it does sound a bit silly… But you’ve got to believe me!” he begged.
             “And why’s that?”

             “Because I’m telling the truth! Y/N I swear I would never lie to you!” Is it crazy that part of me wanted to believe him?  

             “You’re insane…and I’m insane for putting up with you for this long… Where’s my phone?” I mumbled patting my pockets for the device, but ‘Taehyung’ didn’t seem too keen on the idea of me dailing 911 because he stepped forward with wide eyes. While he took a step forward I took one back until I was pressed against the wall. My hands trembled in fear as he got closer and in an attempt to get him to stop I let out a high pitched shriek and extended my arms out. “Don’t! Do- don’t you dare ge- get any closer.” Thankfully he came to a halt three feet from me and I let out a sigh of relief.

             “Y/N I’m telling the truth, you’ve gotta believe me!” The blonde pleaded looking straight into my eyes. Those eyes, I felt a sense of déjà vu when looking into his dark brown irises. Maybe it was him, maybe he was V- No, what am I thinking?

             “Prove it to me… Prove to me that you’re V.” What the hell am I saying?

             “How? Oh, I know!” I watched intensely as he tilted his head upwards and pointed at his nose. “Look, it’s my mole!” He’s right, that’s the same mole V had on his nose and on the exact same spot too.

             “Th- That doesn’t prove an- anything! It’s nothing more than a coincidence!” I countered in denial.

             “But it’s not just a coincidence…” he responded dejectedly. “Oh, I know! How about I tell you things only V would know.”

             “Like what?”

             “Like how you sing to Bruno Mars in the shower.”

             I scoffed at his reply. “I’m sure a lot of people do that… He’s quite popular.” I reasoned.

             “Last week you ate a dumpling that fell on the kitchen floor.”

             My face heated up in embarrassment at the familiar memory. “In my defense that floor was clean.”
             “Also about a month ago when you were walking me in the park you were too busy checking out that pretty boy and so you tripped over your own two feet and fell.”

             I had not told anyone any of this ever, especially not what happened at the park. “V?” I gasped.

             “I already told you, it’s Taehyung.” He grumbled clucking his tongue. “But yes, it’s me!” he beamed shooting me the cutest rectangular smile I’d ever seen.

             Then I remembered “V- I mean Taehyung, why are you naked?” I squeaked tearing my eyes away from him.

             “What’s the big deal? I’ve seen you naked plenty of times.” Taehyung argued, he wasn’t wrong. Sometimes V would sit next to the tub while I took a nice hot and relaxing bath or he’d happen to be in the room whenever I was changing, I didn’t overthink it, after all he was just a dog. But that was then and this is now.

             “I- I don’t ca- care! Wait here.” I ordered as I ran off to my bedroom to look for something that would fit him. Luckily I was able to find a spare pair of underwear, joggers, and a T-shirt one of my guy friends had forgotten when we went swimming in my apartment’s pool in the summer. “Here you go, use the bathroom to change.” I told him looking off to the side in order to avoid looking at his nude form. Not long after Taehyung had returned fully dressed and I was having a hard time keeping my eyes off of him, how could someone look so good in something so simple? “So…”


             “What the hell is going on?” I asked hoping to get answers.

             “I know this might be hard to believe, but I’m a shapeshifter. One week before we met a year ago I was messing around with my powers and I transformed into a dog because I wanted to know what it was like for a day. Unfortunately I lost control, I don’t know what happened, but I wasn’t able to return to my original form…” his tone was laced with both sadness and fear, it was difficult not to sympathize.

             “You’re a shapeshifter? Kind of like… in the books and movies?” I gawked in disbelief, I’d always thought that they were a myth like goblins and mermaids and that they resided in folklores.

             “Yes, I guess you could say that. By the way you’re taking this a lot better than I expected.” He commented with a grin.

             “Yeah… I guess so… I mean anything is possible, you know?” That and he had already proven to me that he was telling the truth. Nonetheless, I was still trying to process everything.

            “Honestly, if I hadn’t met you I don’t know what would’ve been of me… I could’ve died for all I know.”

            His words alone were enough to have a chill run down my spine, the thought of anything bad happening to him made me feel uneasy. “Don’t say that Taehyung…”

            “It’s true!” The male chirped clasping my small hands in his large ones. “Thanks to you I’ve been able to live a good life this past year and thanks to you I was able to revert back to my human form.”

            “What do you mean?” In what way could I have possibly helped?

            “For months now there’s something I’ve been dying to tell you and I truly believe that’s what drove me to break out of my previous form. It’s because of that overwhelming desire that I was able to gain control over myself in order to tell you that…that…” his tanned cheeks flushed bright red the more he stuttered and my curiosity heightened at what he wanted to say.

            “Yes, Taehyung?”

            “I love you too, Y/N.”


I’m wearing my cousin’s clothes yay

anonymous asked:

I really didn't get why all the girls were so concerned about Sara? Especially Ingrid? If my friend would talk about me behind my back like that, I would kindly walk her to the door and ask her to go home. I don't get Julie, sometimes? *isak voice* fake fake fake fake

she’s tryna show what white privilege looks like.

The Gym Meeting

They had been dating for a solid eight months. Eight months of Jackson’s constant: “Honey, Look at what I did. Tell me it’s good.” Or “Baby, I’m hungry, go buy food for me.”

She wouldn’t trade it for the world though, he was sweet, kind and always concerned about her. He was also awesome at texting. Though all his responses weren’t quick fire at times, he was good at making conversation.

Currently, he was about to do a radio show but he was texting her, while she was in class.

What did you learn today, baby?

Nothing yet, professor isn’t here.

The radio show is live, if I tell you the station do you want to watch me?

A radio and video thing? I can’t watch now, but tell me about it when I see you tonight.

Yea, are you gonna cook for me?

Yes. Are you bringing Mark?

So he can eat all my delicious food? No! Besides, I don’t want him to watch us kissing.

Lol, he will keep you from kissing on me too much

You don’t like my kisses?

…class is starting




She grinned, placing her phone in her purse as she took out her notebook, and began to take notes.

That night not only did he bring Mark, but Youngjae came along as well. She had a collection of video games, that he was excited about.

The four went head to head on Mortal Kombat X, as they ate the fried chicken that she made. She made some American sides as well like mashed potatoes, collard greens and corn. The guys ate heartily, drinking a few beers, laughing and joking around. It wasn’t that late into the evening when she looked up from washing dishes to find Youngjae and Mark asleep on her couch.

Jackson brought her one last glass, setting it in the soapy water as she fished a dish.

“Tired?” He asked her coming to stand behind her, putting his chin on her shoulder.

“No. Although, I’m sure Youngjae and Mark caught the Itis.” She emptied the water from the sink, drying her hands.

“The Itis? What’s that?” He stepped back, leaning against the counter.

“It’s how you fall asleep after a good meal. You caught the Itis.” She grabbed Jackson’s hand leading him back to her room.

Jackson smiled, whispering as they walked past the sleeping duo on the couch. “To your room?”

She put a finger in front of her lips, as they walked into her room she closed the door behind her. “They were sleeping don’t want to disturb them.”

“Or do we?” Jackson asked, he grabbed her waist making them both fall onto her bed.

Nuzzling her neck, he placed a few kisses there holding her body into his. His hands trailed under her shirt, up her stomach. Tip-toeing his fingers to the edge of her bra, Jackson pulled at it, giving a nip to her earlobe.

“Jackson.” She said softly turning around to face him.

She kissed his lips gingerly leaning her forehead on his.

Jackson sighed. “Go on a date with me tomorrow.”
It wasn’t a question, it was a statement, and one that he knew she was say yes to. He squeezed her breast, leaning his body over hers to place a kiss on her lips.

“Sure, where?” She kissed him back, leaning into his touch. She wasn’t so sure, if they were ready to advance to the next stage, but she did know it was everyday battle to resist him. Some days she lost.

“I’ll give you directions. It’s not far. Everything is set up and ready. Remember that box I gave you 2 days ago?” He licked along her jawline.

“Yes.” Her breaths were harder to come by now, and he leaned his head down, lifting her shirt.

“Put on what’s in it. I’ll tell you the rest tomorrow. For now.” He straddled her, hands coming to his pants waist, he reached down opening the button.

“For now what?” She knew what was coming, but she wanted to hear him say it.

“I miss your mouth.” He moved his hands into his boxers, pulling out his length in front of her.

“What does daddy want?” She leaned forward, warm breath on his tip.

Jackson leaned his head back, groaning softly. “Put your-”

A knock at her door made them both jerk to look at it. She sighed, laying back on the bed, as Jackson called out answering. “Yes?”

Youngjae didn’t open the door, but he talked with his mouth close to it. “Jackson, we are going home. JB hyung said to remember the interview in the morning, so don’t stay late.”

“You should go. I’ll see you tomorrow. Our date remember?” Jackson groaned, tucking himself back into his pants, grumbling.

“This was just getting good.” She laughed, sliding from under him, opening her door.

“Sorry Youngjae, I’ll let him go.” Youngjae smiled, shaking his head.

“Sorry. JB made me, I told him, you guys might be busy.” Walking into the living room, Mark was still trying to wake up.

“It’s fine.” She jogged to the kitchen, grabbing a brown bag full of plates she made for them at home, and for Yugyeom, Junior and JB.

“Take these with you. It’s food for later and for the other guys.” She gave the bag to Mark, who thanked her. Youngjae bowed.

“Have a good night guys, and thanks for coming.” She walked them to the door, Jackson turned around giving her a soft kiss on the lips.

“Can we finish tomorrow?” He whispered against her mouth?

Chuckling, she pushed him away. “Go home and sleep Romeo.”

She got his text the next day, he gave her the address to a place she hadn’t heard of but apparently it was to be reached by train, and then by taxi. She looked down at her open back, calf length pink dress that he had bought her. In the warm month of May, the dress was cool, and comfortable. She sighed waiting for the train to come, wondering what this big date was about.

The taxi let her out at a small cafe, she walked carefully up the sidewalk, opening the door. She was greeted by an older Korean woman who bowed at her and seemed to expect her. Exchanging pleasantries the woman led her to, the back of the cafe, opening the door.

“I got a feeling, got a feeling, got a feeling bout you.” Youngjae crooned. The guys were singing softly, serenading her as she made her way into the garden area.

She walked into the small patio space, that was covered with trees, greeted by a wooden gazebo with lanterns hanging around. A small table was set, with 2 chairs and wine glasses set. She gasped, seeing Jackson get up from his chair. He was wearing a pink shirt that matched her dress, opened slightly at the chest.

“This is all for me?” Jackson held out his hand, taking hers and helping her into a chair.

“Yes. The guys are gonna eat here and then leave, but they helped me do everything.” He sat across from her, smiling.

“This is so beautiful, Jackson, I love it.” The air had a heavy scent of romance, and Jackson’s dolce and gabbana cologne. The space was small and intimate and Jackson’s hand found it’s way across the table to grasp her own, rubbing his thumb over her fingers.

They ate Italian dishes, sharing a tira misu for dessert, Jackson had booked a hotel not too far away for them to share the night overlooking the city. As she sat naked in a plush, white robe; she looked down at the city wondering at the beauty of it. 

She was supposed to go home in July. She could stay another year in Korea, go to school another year but her family missed her. In truth, she missed them, she had made some great friends here, but home just seemed so right. Besides,s he’d have to get a job if she wanted to stay and have enough money. Could she find one here? She didn’t want to bring it up to Jackson but, she would have to. Sooner or later, just not tonight. 

Jackson came from the bathroom into the room. He dimmed the lights as he watched her look out over the city. It was beautiful at night, the hustle and bustle of the day gave forth into the thrill of the night. He wore nothing, the lights dim enough, that the white light of the moon shone brightly into the room, and he came up behind her wrapping his arms around her waist. Tonight was the night. Tonight, he wouldn’t hold back and he would take her for the first time. She melted into his touch, and he peeled the robe from her skin, brushing her hair from her neck, kissing the exposed skin. His lips were cool on her heated flesh, he felt the goosebumps ripple out from his lips.

“I want you.” He whispered, turning her around, pressing her body so close to his. 

“In front of the window?” Truth be told he didn’t think of that but who could see them now? 

“Good idea.” He answered, backing her up onto the glass. She gasped from the cool sensation, hands splayed on the surface as she looked at him. 

“What are you doing?” Jackson dipped to his knees, lifting one of her legs, placing it over his shoulder. 

“Having more dessert.” He grinned at her, white colored hair disappearing between her thighs. 

The first lap had her blowing her breath out hard, she wished she could grab the glass, instead one hand found his hair while the other held her still. His tongue diving in and out of her, she gasped, pushing her hips closer to his face. He was good at this, and she never lasted long. His lips coming to a kiss on her inner thigh before delving back into the sanctuary that was her womanhood. She tasted divine, his tongue flicking over the pearl he found, testing it gently with his teeth. She said his name softly, hands gripping his head tight, and he knew she was close but he wasn’t going to let her  see nirvana so quickly. His mouth moved from her temple, tracing a path of wet kisses up her stomach, he claimed her mouth, lifting her, so that her legs wrapped around his waist. She felt his hard length pressing against her core, and unconsciously she moved herself against him, though her moans were audible. 

“More?” Jackson asked her as he sat down on the bed, leaning back so that she was on top. 

He watched her nod her head, and settled them, so they were comfortable. Jackson’s hands on her hips, he leaned up, taking a lick to one of her brown nipples. “Move, honey, let me watch you.” 

His hand came to her bud, moving in small circles he watched her mouth form an ‘O’ as she moved her body up and down on his member. She leaned forward, hair framing her face. Jackson pushed the curls out of his way, and touched her face, one hand moving towards her breast where he tweaked the nipple, making her buck harder. She was close. He could feel her body tightening on him, he could feel his need rising as well but this wouldn’t be how it ended. He laid his head back, counting by 2′s in Chinese to quell his release, while she found hers. 

Her breaths came in spasms and it was just when his fingers slid back over her pearl that she came hard. She slammed her body down on his length, feeling him fill her. The thickness of him, touching her walls, filling the space that she had dreams of him filling were now erupting with pleasure. A sheen of sweat covered her body, and as the fog cleared her mind she was keenly aware of him smiling at her. 

“Again.” He gave her no time to think as he flipped them over, his body on top of hers. She wrapped her legs around his waist, watching as he slid his length over her slit, before sliding back in. She gripped his shoulders, baby pink nails scraping the skin. Jackson hissed at the pain, but found pleasure in it. His hips moved like a piston as he moved himself in and out of her. His toes gripped the sheets, she moved her hand to grasp his own.

“Look at me, when you come.” She whispered, her own eyes, open as she felt her peak rising again.

His own brown eyes, staring into hers the two kept their eyes on each other, Jackson never looking away as his member shook and spilled his seed inside of her. He felt something, he felt their souls connect, or maybe the orgasm was just that good, but he kept staring at her right until he laid down next to her. He grabbed her leg and pulled it over his hip.

“I love you.” He said it loud enough so that she would hear him, he knew she did when he face softened, and her eyes watered. 

She turned away, wiping her tears as she spoke. “I love you too.” 

Leaning away, Jackson reached into the nightstand drawer, and pulled out a black velvet box. He turned so she could see, opening the box he pulled out a rose gold ring, with a pink diamond, her favorite color set in it. He didn’t wait for her to say anything, he simply slipped the ring onto her finger speaking. 

“I looked up what this kind of thing was. This is a promise ring. It’s my promise to you, that I’ll love only you, I’ll share my body with only you,  that I want only you. With my career and your school going on now, we can’t get married; but I promise you, I will. You’ll be my wife.” 

Tears flowed from her eyes, and she couldn’t look at him. She just thought about going home, how was she supposed to say anything now. Jackson merely thought, he laid on the romance too thickly and he rubbed her back, pulling her back towards him again. 

“I love you >>>, tell me you love me too, tell me you accept it.” She felt his body respond to hers again, and felt her own need rising. How was this happening like this? 

She wasn’t lying when she spoke. “I do love you, Jackson. I accept it.” She just didn’t know what to do with her life now. It seemed, she belonged to him. 

Chapter Seven

There’s three things Nagi learnt in his home country and took with him to Japan:

1. How to avoid assassinations.
2. How to be self-confident.
3. How to KICK ASS at monopoly.