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Screaming crying foaming at the mouth he’s so cute
GUYFS.
This man could darumdamida me every second of every day and I would still be in as much awe as when the mv dropped and he tOOK MY BREATH AWAY 😳😳😳
JOSHUA 손오공 (2023)
YES! This is so good, I can already imagine the cheeky smile he’d have asking to fuck you omfg 😂
Relax | h.j.s
Summary: You and Joshua try role-play. He’s not very good at it, but he’s hot, so it works out anyways.
☆ 18+ minors dni |☀︎fluff | ♕ smut | ♥ completed works
Word Count: 558 words Age: 18+
Pairings: Hong Joshua x Female Reader Genre/Trope(s)/AUs: Smut, PWP. Established Relationship Content Warnings: None? Just a sexual massage. Smut Warnings: Fingering, female orgasm, role play, sexual massage. Authors Note: Thank you as always to the lovely @here4btsfics for helping me to beta this fic and help me pick a member for this fic too!💕
Banner Credits: @classicseffects
Cross Posted to AO3 © wongyuseokie 2022. All rights reserved.
“Miss, once you’re comfortable, please change out of your robe and lay on your front on the massage bed,” you nodded at your incredibly attractive therapist’s instructions and then the handsome man left you to your devices. You almost hated how attractive your massage therapist was. How the hell would you refrain from getting aroused? You picked up the sheer disposable panties you were provided with and scoffed. “This isn’t going to do anything,” you muttered as you stripped and laid down on your front.
“Miss, may I come in,” he asked.
“Yes,” you replied, but your voice was shaky. You immediately felt dizzy as you heard the door open and close, the man was barely touching you, and you were a mess.
“So you said that your main concerns were your thighs?” You mumbled a ‘yes.’
The masseuse gently parted your thighs and placed a towel over your back. You could hear him squirt oil onto his hands and put them on your thighs. He worked slowly, increasing the pressure gradually, undoing all the knots from your thighs. You felt yourself grow wet as his hands moved along your body.
“Miss, I’ll need to massage your inner thighs a little. If you feel uncomfortable at all, please let me know,” he spoke, and you simply mumbled a yes, as his fingers slid up your inner thighs dangerously close to your cunt. His fingers barely grazed your throbbing core, but you had already let out a soft moan.
“Is that good?” He asked, and you could only moan in response. The therapist kept massaging you. Every so often, his finger would graze your cloth-covered cunt, and you’d be in ecstasy.
“Miss, you’re moving around a lot. Is it uncomfortable?” He asked, and you shook your head, lifting it slightly to speak.
“No, it just feels good,” you responded. “Is there any other tension I can help you with?” The man asked, and you smirked but realised you couldn’t ask him that. You simply shook your head and placed it down again.
“Miss, my job is to ensure that you leave here feeling good,” the therapist reiterated, making you clench.
“I guess I have more internal pressure, tension?” You replied as you laid back down.
“Miss, I can release that tension for you in the interest of your well-being. Would you like that?”
“Miss, may I remove your underwear? They are soaked,” he commented, and you mumbled a yes, shyly at the mention of your obvious arousal.
You felt the therapist pull your underwear off and spread your thighs apart again. You felt him slide two fingers down from your entrance to your clit, and he rubbed at the swollen nub. His fingers were rubbing harshly, making you whimper in pleasure. You felt your breath hitch when he interested two fingers into you. His movements made you lift your head and moan as he fingered you, you were close, and he knew it.
“Come on, princess, cum for me,” he encouraged as you came on his fingers, shaking as you did so. You rode out your orgasm and glared at your ‘therapist.’
“Seriously, Joshua? If we’re going to role-play a massage therapist and client, you cannot call me princess,” you scolded, and Joshua simply shrugged as he grabbed you and flipped you onto your back.
“Okay, princess. Next time I’ll listen. Now let me fuck you. You said something about tightness?”
im 19 !! call me mya, i write for kpop (svt)
but when theres two dimensions theres only 1 im missing!
what a dream ; jeon wonwoo
cw : fluff , fem reader , intended lowercase , this is based on a dream i had , i added more details and scenes though , 1.5k words
being a struggling clothing designer in love with svt in south korea is… interesting but not as interesting as now, with last nights make up still on, the sun peeking out the windows and a man ringing the door nonstop.
you rise from the bed, hair messy and eye crust bothering you, your bed being in the living room made checking the peephole easy and as you did you had saw no other than the hoshi talking to a camera and his finger on the doorbell with the other members and crew behind him.
you squealed at the sight as any other fangirl would, “please wait! i just woke up!” all you could hear was “please hurry!” from the tiger boy and some chattering from the other members, leaving you no time to do nothing but brush your hair and wipe off the smudges of mascara on your under eye. “hi!”
“hey!” “hello!” “hi!” they all said their various greetings cheerfully as if they werent smushed in a narrow hallway, “please come in have a seat!”
being the struggling fashion designer as mentioned earlier it had its… perks and one of them being a small apartment and so some members sat on your bed, some sat on the counters or floors but hoshi, woozi, scoups and wonwoo sat with you at the round dining table. hoshi was on your right, scoups to your left, woozi by scoups and wonwoo on the opposite side of you.
“we were wondering if you wanted to do a collab with us! we’ve seen your work and we would love if you could take this opportunity!” is the summary the leaders gave to you “of course, id love to!” with that said you find your sketch book and your pencil on the coffee table and now tasked with outfit ideas.
seventeen brightened your usually peaceful house, ears filled with slow and somber music such as :
fallin flower - seventeen
knight - maddox
full of you - so soobin
all my love - seventeen
lean on me - seventeen
that once peaceful house was now filled with laughter and chatter, yet it quieted down when personally life somehow came up, “yn, do you live alone?” mingyu asks from the bed
“yea” is really the only thing you can say.
then dk pops into the conversation “it must get lonely, no?”
“hmmmm, do you have a boyfriend to keep you company?” mingyu asks yet another question,
“no, no one really fits my type” you say nonchalantly and only really focused on your sketch
“what is your type then?” hoshi is the one to ask this time, you look up from your sketch, pointer finger on your lips as if you need to think about it but in reality stalling to build up tension.
“hmm, id say tall, handsome, introverted, book worm,,, and glasses! glasses are my weak spot” as those words fall out your mouth your eyes meet wonwoos pretty brown eyes, and just for a moment the room is silent.
the sparkle glittered in his eyes and his lips pink, soft and curled into a small smirk made a pink tint wash over your cheeks.
the room was silent until hoshi asks, “do you like cats?”
moving your eyes to hoshis now, “of course! they are so cute!”
thats all hoshi needed to hear for his instincts to kick in and grab your wrist, “lets get you a cat then!”
rightfully taken aback with a facial expression that matches, “hold on! i can buy a cat myself but all the stuff i need to maintain one? i dont think i can afford that!”
hoshis face brightens, “then we’ll buy it!” giggling after with the biggest smile today but the others’ faces just radiate ‘whos we?!’
✿
somehow you, the members and the crew end up infront of a small cream corner pet shop with many green plants and flowers littered within the greenery.
some of the crew goes inside to check in with the shop owner about filming and etc while you wait outside with the others, not long after the crew comes and explains that they jus booked the store and in a few hours well have to store to oursleves.
amongst the crowd you find yourself in, dino suggests we go to cafe while we wait, looking up nearby cafe’s you find one a couple blocks away; you guys decide to walk since it was nice out, a cool breeze yet the sun warms up the atmosphere just enough and small flowers gracefully falling and littering the roads.
along with that a perfect view of wonwoo’s side profile. such a pretty man, from his semi puffy monolids, dull brown eyes but shimmers so effortlessly, nice pointy nose, soft tinted lips, to his thin rimmed glasses slowly falling.
“take a picture, it will last longer” he spoke softly as he leans down and into your ear,, with the same pink tint on your face from earlier you cant help but giggle at the fact that he used a lame line or when he whispered into your ear so smoothly.
only when vernon shouts from ahead to both of you to “catch up, we are here!” thats when you two notice how distracted you got.
✿
now seated in the cafe that gave off the a similar vibe as the pet shop, a waiter comes by and starting some small talk before asking, “what would you guys like today?”
and before anyone else could answer you raise from your seat, “order whatever, its on me! get some snacks for the crew too!”
the statement collected lots of oo’s and ah’s as well as thank you’s before scoups started ordering and the rest followed.
being seated next to wonwoo only followed to small talk with him as you all wait for the drinks and food. your conversation started off well about books and daily life but eventually died out when your eyes caught his svt pinky ring.
“can i see it closer?” you asked with doe eyes that sparkled even in the shadows.
he gave in and smiled, “sure!” your face brights up and eagerly yet gently grab his slightly collaused yet warm hand; inspecting and fidgeting with the ring still on his pinky.
this goes on for a bit before he asks, “want to try it on?”
like a cute puppy, your expression shifted quickly from lost in thought to the cutest version of happy, earning a smile from wonwoo, “yes!”
wonwoo now grazing your hand multiple different times as one hand is under yours and the other slowly sliding the ring on your small thumb, the moment has you in awe and pink once again.
“perfect!” he giggles and you follow, “perfect!” making eye contact once more while a kdrama worthy song plays quietly.
✿
after some energetic coffee and mouth drooling sweets, you all are at your original destination: the cute little pet shop.
now having in mind that you are actually buying a cat you consider different breeds, do you want a girl or boy? do you want a kitty or an adult cat? many questions running through your mind;
it didnt hurt ask jun, “ jun! do you know that one cat breed and they were like a grey mostly but brown nose and stuff?”
the question lead to a confused jun spitting out some uhh’s and umm’s and concluded to, “im actually not sure, maybe you should ask wonwoo! he knows more about cats than all of us!”
and so you do, jus not as confidently as you did with jun, stuttering here and there bc now when you look at wonwoo you’re reminded of such moments that happened earlier today.
before he answers he puffs a “cute” into his mumbles, “i think your looking for siamese cats, yn”
the way yn rolls of his tongue is sickening as it shouldnt have an affect on you, “th- thanks wu!”
✿
yesterday with seventeen took a toll on you as you forgot to buy some extra things for your new companion!
to your suprise, theres a thermo cup with a sticky note chamile tea <3
“huh, i wonder whos it from and whats it for..” you ask yourself before sticking it in the fridge before your errand run.
✿
exlaiming to your cat, “wednesday! it’s wednesday, bebe!” while messing around with her, “time for going seventeen! they are the one that got you here! you are gonna love them!”
not realizing till now that the reason they filmed your day with seventeen was for not only the collab but the new gose. "oh my, bebe! thats me, your momma is a mess… i had my sleepwear all on day..”
your complaining bore bebe to sleep by the end of the episode, missing the last clip after the outro:
“hi!” wonwoo says to cameraman, “can we drop off some chamile tea to yn,, like tomorrow?”
“oh sure, i can i ask why?”
“well,, everyone need good sleep right? hopefully the tea will help”
mlist - ©scwoupsy 30/8
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junuary : jun appreciation
attached; vamp!jun, suggestive, fluff, 4.5k words
angel mya...! 20
side blog : @w-wonyou
"we the best thing that never happened"
kpop fanfic writer (seventeen)
svt as cat valentine ("victorious") quotes
seungcheol: *gasps* "my haircolor has nothing to do with my psychological problems!"
jeonghan: "hey, girly." "what?" *pulls out trumpet and blows into it as hard as she can*
jisoo: "you just punched me in the face!" "you said to..."
jun: *hands robby package* "that'll be $19.95. free shipping!"
soonyoung: "did i mention the clown was my cousin jessie?" "color the pretty tiger!"
wonwoo: "hate me now?" "no...i just want something bad to happen to you..."
jihoon: *giggles* "what?" "our car is topless."
mingyu: "my eyebrows are gone!" "no they're not, i told you they're right here!" *pulls out two wax strips with eyebrows on them*
seokmin: "do you wanna cancel the bet?" "no." "no!" "possibly..."
minghao: "okay. if you don't know, you don't know." *slaps*
seungkwan: "beck and i are gonna-" "oooooh..."
hansol: "one time, my brother was in a parade but he was innapropriate so the parade people called the police and now he's not allowed to be in parades. or be near horses." "play with the pretty keys." *excited* "okay!"
chan: "wait, did you just say you wanted a face full of trumpet?" "what do you mean, face full of t-" *takes out trumpet and blows into it as hard as she can*
joshua moodboard ! purple themed please give creds if using <3
this joshua lives in my head rent free
i dont understand but i love you 🫶🏻 just svt being svt 💎
MBC documentary ‘Magic Hour, The Seventeen’ is now available on Youtube with English subtitles.
Part 1: https://youtu.be/BlkAS-uoydM?si=fe9JZXmyZDvsXuCW Part 2 : https://youtu.be/LurxteuPXiQ?si=daK1H3kc3rLINzud Part 3: https://youtu.be/OeoSQPGfGug?si=d-2gMTlT3FpSbNoA
im sad coz it's gonna be a while before we get ot13 again but at least i got my wish of a ttt with ot13 manifest 💎
I'd Wait For You - Joshua Hong
Synopsis: Joshua was your best friend, the person who has witnessed you grow and blossom. That includes being front row to watching you fall in and out of love with people. Joshua was convinced he could treat you better. Could you find yourself to let him in?
Pairing: non-idol! Joshua Hong x fem reader
Genre: Angst, childhood friends to lovers, fluff here and there!
Word Count: 2.3k
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When Joshua thought of the person he was, it was because of you. You were the one who helped him pick out clothes so he found his style, you were the one who boosted his confidence he he doubted himself and pushed him to try new things, and you were the one who helped him made bad decisions sometimes in the hopes of making long-lasting memories. You were his person.
It was written by the universe that the two of you would be best friends. With your mothers being so close, there is no denying that you two will always have an important place in each other's lives.
Ever since you were younger, you two didn't go somewhere without the other. You attended the same schools, even the same college. Sure, college led you two to different friend groups, different activities, and different majors. But you always made time for each other even when life got busy. You two would study constantly and promised to have one meal together once a week. And you two never broke that promise.
Anyone who witnessed your friendship always commented there was something more. Joshua saw it too. He easily fell for you. How couldn't he? You accepted every version of himself and were the person who brought him an immense source of comfort. He couldn't imagine life without you.
Unfortunately, he had to imagine what it would be like to be with you.
"Do you think he's worth it?" You sighed.
The two of you were on FaceTime. It was a Tuesday night. While Joshua was at home, waiting for his food delivery, you were busy getting ready for a date.
Part of the reason why Joshua had to imagine what life would be like if you two were together is because you were seeing someone. For the past few months, you've been dating this guy named Ben. Now, Joshua didn't think much of Ben at first. He didn't seem like your type, so he thought he would come and go.
And he has to some extent. Ben and you had this awful habit of breaking up and getting back together. While it pained Joshua to see you with someone else, he loved the moments you confided him about your dating woes. He took mental notes of dos and donts for when you two (hopefully) get together. Ben was striking out left and right, mainly due to his poor communication. What Joshua didn't understand was why you always found yourself going back to him.
"Y/n, I don't know. You guys break up so much, I've lost count," he laughed. "It's only been 3 times," you groaned. "3 times what? This week?" "But he said he's changed this time. I mean, he even sent flowers to my apartment after our argument two nights again. That's got to mean something, right?" Joshua wanted to roll his eyes so much at your rationale. He adored you with every fiber in his being, and he didn't want to come across as dismissive, but he felt frustrated both because of you and for you. Ben was not worth it in his eyes. Nobody is worth it for you except for him. But he was your best friend. That was his role. "Maybe, angel. But there's only so much flowers can do to make up for how he treats you sometimes." Your smile had flattened by Joshua's words. And it pained him. He never wanted to be a source of sadness in your life. I guess that's why Joshua often pushed his feelings for you aside. He didn't want to be selfish and confess because that might cause a bigger mess. He loved you. He has since he was 8 years old. If you only saw him as a best friend, he would proudly take that role.
In a perfect world, you would confess to Joshua your feelings. He was ready to embrace those feelings head-on because he knew how he felt about you. What kept him back was not knowing how you felt towards him. You've always been so prominent in each other's lives. He didn't want to imagine a world without you. He was terrified that if he did ever confess, it would only push you away.
Joshua had found himself as the leading man in a tragic love story. "Just promise me something?" He requested. "Whatever you decide, follow your heart."
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You had to hang up the phone call in order to get ready for your date. Joshua sighed once you face vanished from his phone. He set the phone on the coffee table before driving his fingers through his hair.
How could this happen? You were supposed to be with him, not with some random guy you met who knows where? Not with someone who doesn't see your value.
The whole situation frustrated him beyond belief. On paper, you guys were a perfect match. You two knew each other like the back of your hand. Even when you did have a disagreement, you guys would not allow it to blow up. You spoke to each other with respect, even if you were both angry because you cared about each other. In some ways, you could say you loved each other. Joshua definitely was in love with you.
He has received relentless teasing from his friends about his lack of making a move on you. His friends thought even pushing might cause him to crack. And it almost did. Yet, he was still afraid of losing you and now he might actually be.
You always saw him as a friend, or at least that's what Joshua believed. You two were best friends, nothing more and nothing less. This wasn't some love story where the childhood best friends fall for each other, no matter how many times he prayed it would happen. This was his reality. If he had to let you go to keep you in his life, he would. And he would be there to pick up the pieces each time.
Suddenly, a buzz brought Joshua out of his mind and back to the present moment. He sat up a little straighter, looking towards the door of his apartment. Did he hear that correctly? He glanced towards the clock on the wall. 8:16pm.
Ding dong. Who could that be?
Joshua pushed himself off of the couch before shuffling towards the door. It was just a short walk towards the front of the apartment. He slowly unlocked the top lock and twisted the doorknob to unlock his front door.
There you were.
"Y/n?! What happened?" "Why didn't you fight for me?"
Your voice was calm, yet your body language screamed rage. You had your hair pulled back in a clip, exposing your bare face to the world. You looked divine, but Joshua didn't have time to compliment you. He noticed how your eyebrows were slightly scrunched up while you stared into him. He thought your gaze was going to burn a hole right through them. You were wearing a zip-up hoodie and sweatpants.
"Answer me, Joshua."
Oh no, I'm in deep shit. He was at a loss for words as he stared at you. His mind racking through all the interactions you had. Did he say something over FaceTime? Did he forget to say something? Did you ask him to do something but he forgot? He was drawing a blank.
"Do you like me yes or no, Joshua? Because everyone is saying you do besides you."
His eyes grew wide at that statement. Who spilled? "Y/n, listen-" "No, Joshua, you listen. How dare you let me go on dates with people who treat me poorly. You're my best friend! We're supposed to tell each other everything." That part you whispered. "How could you not tell me?"
"What a damn minute," Joshua finally said. He had a raised eyebrow before opening the door all the way. He stepped aside to let you in, motioning for you to follow him. "I am not going to argue with you outside of my apartment. Get in." You sighed and nodded, slowly stepping in. Obviously something happened in between from the moment you guys to now. Who did you speak to? Who told you his secret? Why were you angry?
Once you were fully into his apartment, Joshua closed the door. You immediately found a spot on his couch, right beside where he was previously sitting. Your hands were locked in front of you, your one leg bouncing. Your breathing was starting to slow down a bit but you gaze was still locked on him. While not as intense, you still had your eyes trained on him.
"Can I get you a water or something before we continue this conversation?" He asked gently.
"There you go again!" You groaned. Your head leaned until it hit the pillow behind you. Your gaze is now trained on the ceiling above you two. He was surprised, completely speechless as he thought he was doing the right thing. "I'm so sick of you being nice to me."
Joshua raised an eyebrow before shuffling over to you. He took a seat on the couch beside you but kept enough distance. He wasn't sure how to process all that was transpiring, but he needed to understand where you were coming from. And apparently have some explaining to you.
"Y/n, sweet girl, you need to tell me what's going on." "You is what is going on," you confessed.
Slowly, you sat up until you were at eye level with him once again. The room was tense. He was nervous, afraid that what you had been told was going to bring his worst fear to reality - that he might lose you. "Joshua, you've set too high of a standard for me. You're kind without asking for anything in return. You treat me like a fucking princess when I'm only your best friend. I'm angry that we aren't together but you treat me better than any guy I've been with."
Was this actually happening? Were you confessing to him? "Y/n, do you like me?" 'I have liked you since I knew what it meant to have a crush on someone," you admitted. "But."
Not the cursed 'but.' "We're best friends. I didn't eat to be presumptuous and think you like me when we've been friends for so long. But then Seungkwan told me that you had feelings for me yesterday. I didn't think it was true especially not when you pushed me to go out with someone else tonight."
Fuck. "Y/n, look, we are best friends," Joshua began. You looked at him as if you just stabbed him in the heart. "But, I fell in love with my best friend."
Very gently, he took both of your hands in his. You stared up at him with a facial expression he couldn't recognize. This was new for both of you. You were venturing into uncharted territory for the two of you. His thumbs caressed over your knuckles which both soothed your nerves but caused your heart to pound faster. "This was not the way I planned on telling you," he confessed. "I actually wanted to tell you once you were single again because I didn't want to stand in the way of being happy." This time, you reached out to him. Keeping one hand in his, your other hand reached over to run your fingers through his hair, pushing the strands back to expose his face more. You seemed to relax under your touch which made you smile for the first time that evening. "Josh, I'm my happiest when I'm with you. Have I not made that clear in all the years we've known each other?" "Y/n, you know I have too much respect for you and too much invested in this friendship to just assume someone like you could ever be into me." You squeezed his hand gently, unable to stifle the giggle leaving your lips. You moved closer to him, our lips almost right under his. "This is so silly. What are we doing? Why are we keeping ourselves from being our happiest versions of ourselves?" He smirked at your question. With his free hand, he cupped your cheek gently. His thumb caressed over your cheek affectionately as he gazed into your eyes. He always has been mesmerized by the fact that your eyes captured any light in the room. They sparkled like two disco balls. "Let's change that," he murmured.
Time stopped. He leaned in so his lips grazed against yours as if he was testing the waters. He wanted to make sure you were comfortable with what was about to happen, as there was no turning back. When you didn't pull away, he got the green light he's been chasing after. His lips fully pressed against yours.
Your head gently tilted up, leaning to the side so your lips fit against him like two missing puzzle pieces. It felt like tiny sparks were going off against your lips. It was a feeling the two of you would soon be addicted to. And it felt so comfortable, so natural. His lips slowly chased after yours for a moment.
Even though he felt the urge to continue kissing you, to never let this moment pass, he did pull back. His forehead found yours, revealing the wide grin the two of you wore. He couldn't help but chuckle before pecking your lips once more. Joshua was just over the moon. He was eager for whatever may be next for the two of you, especially now that there were no limitations. You were his best friend, but now the girl who knew how he felt.
"I kept my promise you know," you spoke softly.
Joshua raised an eyebrow but kept a warm smile. Now what were you talking about? "You had me promise to follow my heart. And I did. You've been my heart, my love all this time."
conflict of interest | joshua hong
happy shua day everyone!! <3 i don't think there's any warnings here...there is a kiss? its tutor!josh and gn!reader (pretty sure no gendered terms were used lmk if i messed that up). extremely brief suggestive behavior RIGHT at the end.
You’re sitting in your favorite corner of the library. No one really knows it exists, but from here, during the summer, you can smell the orange groves out of the window if it’s cracked open. It’s early spring and the blossoms are just starting to bloom, and it’s still too cold to open the window, but it’s quiet and undiscovered, the only noise the sound of your pencil as it sneaks across the page.
There’s a soft knock on the door behind you. You turn to see Joshua through the small rectangular window, notebook in hand, waving at you. Your stomach turns over — he is looking extra cute with his dark wavy hair, circle-rimmed glasses, and gray turtleneck that hugs him exactly right. But you wave him inside and he smiles, shouldering the door open and sliding into the seat next to you.
“Thought you’d be here,” he says, pulling his backpack onto the table and looking up at you with that smile -- the one that has your stomach in knots most days. He unzips the backpack and pulls out a box of your favorite snacks. “You look like you need this.”
Your jaw drops. You grab the box and pop it open, pretending to take a deep sniff from it. “I am revived,” you intone, smiling as he chuckles at your antics. “Thanks. What brought this on?”
“I bribed the teacher to show me your test grade,” he says, leaning back in the chair and stretching languidly.
Your stomach suddenly turns over. “What did I get?” you ask, lurching forward and grabbing his arm.
“I never said I’d tell you,” he teases, his eyes glittering in mischief.
“Well, it’s gotta be good, right? Otherwise you wouldn’t have brought the snacks.”
“Maybe it's in consolation,” he counters, leaning forward to place his hand over the top of yours, which is still resting on his arm.
Your heart speeds up -- partially because of the anticipation of learning your final grade, and partially because Joshua's hands are big and warm and you're kind of obsessed with them, and here you are practically holding onto one of them. “Dang,” you say under your breath. “How bad did I do?”
He gives a kind half-smile. “You got a 94.”
You gape at him. “An A?”
“An A.”
“On my accounting final?”
“On your accounting final!”
You can’t help it. Giggling with excitement, you launch yourself across the table and throw your arms around Joshua’s neck.
He catches you on impulse, but before you can realize what he’s doing, his arms begin to tighten around you. You feel him let out a deep breath, and he nestles his head on your shoulder.
“Are you okay?” You ask him, pulling back to look at his face. He looks normal — maybe a bit flushed, but otherwise unharmed.
He still has his arms around your waist, and he’s smiling like he always does, but there’s something in his eyes that’s different. “I’m fit as a fiddle,” he says. “But I do have a question for you.”
You sit back down, suddenly nervous. “Sure, shoot,” you say.
“Would you be willing to find a new tutor for next semester?” he asks. There is something sly in his smile.
“What?” You exclaim. “Why?!”
“Because I think tutoring you next semester isn’t going to work, for one of two reasons.” He suddenly looks serious.
“What are they?” You ask, horrified.
“The first is you don’t feel the same way, and then I’d need at least a semester to recover,” he says carefully.
You stare at him, confused. He leans forward again, closer this time. “The second is that you do feel the same way, and then I can’t tutor you because it’s a conflict of interest.”
His eyes are now boring into you, and you can almost feel them. Slowly, obviously, he glances at your lips and then back to your eyes. “Joshua,” you say breathlessly, stupidly, at almost the exact same time his hand comes up to cradle your chin.
Gently, he pulls your face to his and pecks you on the lips, a tiny, short kiss. You stare at him in shock, your mind racing and your hands somehow twisted around his sweater.
He suddenly blushes. “Sorry,” he mutters. “Got carried away. I’ll give you some time to…well…I mean, you get it.”
He moves to stand, but you pull him down firmly into his seat. He looks at you, confused, for a split second before you kiss him back, longer this time.
Without warning, he pulls you from your awkward half-standing, half-seated position onto his lap as he reaches a hand into your hair. When you both break apart, the butterflies in your stomach have erupted into an unmanageable swarm, and you give a short laugh.
“Dang,” you say through gasps for air. “You were such a good tutor. Guess I gotta find a new one.”
He smiles widely, brushing some hair out of your face. “Or you can just pay me in other ways,” he says, his voice innocent, but his eyes decidedly not.
Cuties 😍
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