Sugar And Spice ( 1 )

sugar and spice ( 1 )

pairing : resident bad boy!jjk x model student!reader

setting : highschool!au x stepbrother!au

summary :

a messy highschool!au x stepbrother!au where model student reader who has quite a few dirty little secrets sees her world take an unexpected turn when her mother comes home one day with an engagement announcement, to the father of none other than the school's resident bad boy.... Jeon Jungkook.

genre : smut, for laughs, kinda pornish, slow burn with collosaly overwhelming sexual tension

rating: soft m ( for now ) due to adult content

warnings : unconventional relationship of sexual nature, tropes and clichès, teenagers partaking in porn-esque activities, made up things with made up people happening in a made up world, don't like don't read XD

wordcount : 2.3K

a/n : i've been fighting in a long standing war and I have lost. the man known as jeon jungkook had his foot on my neck for years and today, I have finally submitted to my fate and surrendered to his reign.

yes. after a hundred years, i'm writing again. specifically, writing for bts. particularly, writing for jungkook. its been a long time coming.

life just took over and I transitioned into an adult and kind of grew out of the state of mind I was in before. but. sigh. jeon jungkook has been tormenting me the whole time. it was only a matter of time before i relapsed honestly.

so here I am again. in mind, body and spirit, a different person from who I was before but still the same in the sense that with the way bts have my whole heart, jk will always be the demon in the corner of my room that I invite to bed for a cuddle even though it's (probably really) not good for me.

do not misconstrue. I love him more than I can say. but. sigh. he has me in a chokehold, loves. please try to understand where I'm coming from.

anyways, enough with this ranting. you all came here for the nitty gritty so let me not hold you hostage with my dilemma rambling any longer. here's to the first bts fic i've posted in literal years. introducing- sugar and spice.

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Unless they told someone, no one would have been able to guess it.

At school they were complete strangers.

She was the nice head girl with a clean record, all smiles and straight A’s. He was the mysterious bad boy with a track record, all tatted up with bruised knuckles.

She wore plaid skirts with neat pleads in them and pastel sweaters with bows at the collar. He wore jeans with rips in them and leather jackets with studs.

They couldn't have been any more different.

As far as anyone was concerned, they existed on two extreme ends of a vast spectrum.

What they didn't know was that they shared a dirty little secret.

.

You were a girl with many dirty secrets.

For instance, you used to sell nudes online. It was a side hustle you did.

Not because you needed money.

Your mom was a renowned doctor so there was more than enough of that in your life.

Not because you needed validation from people online either.

Even without the constant compliments and the praises you knew you were visually blessed with a pretty face and a nice body too.

All things considered, you simply thought you had a nice pair of tits and you took pictures of them sometimes.

Posting the shots you snapped online came much later when you heard about this website where people were getting paid crazy money for posting racy things.

‘It’s just so degrading…’ It was one of your friends, June, who sneered, pretty nose scrunched up. She fixed her long ponytail and rolled her brown eyes while looking in the mirror at her locker. ‘Who would do such a thing, am I right?’

She said this, but June was the girl who has slept with more boys than she could count on her two hands. And those were the ones she told you about.

Like every other time, you said nothing. Even when it carried on to lunch with the rest.

‘Pretty desperate if you ask me.’ Mei the stellar track runner shrugged casually as she stretched her limbs like routine.

‘Where are their parents?’ Nina the library nerd shook her head in disapproval as she fixed her glasses so it sat right on the bridge of her nose.

‘Um… I don’t think it’s … appropriate… to talk about ….’ Kiko the one who always carried a cross and bible around mumbled into her sleeve.

All your friends spoke of it in derision and repulsion of course. This was a school for proper children so they were proper girls. At least they were supposed to be.

Regardless the conversation sparked a curiosity in you.

So you made an account and uploaded your first picture. Nothing bizarre. Just your tits in a pretty lace bra.

You made sure to keep your face out of the frame because that was the smart thing to do and you were nothing if not the smartest student in school.

In all honesty, you weren’t expecting anything out of it. In fact, in between work with student council and tutoring your juniors with finals right around the corner, you even forgot about it for an entire month.

It was by a complete whim that you decided to open the app while you’d been unwinding at your desk following a tedious day at school.

To say you were amused by the response you found waiting for you would have be a grave understatement.

You were staring at the four figure digit that now sat in your bank account.

Reading through the comment section was even more interesting.

There were all sorts of people there who had all sorts of things to say. Ranging from honestly sweet to downright dirty.

You had never been brought to tears laughing in her life before until then.

It was just so funny to see people misbehave and lose their minds over a pair of tits.

From then on it just sort of became a thing.

.

But that wasn't the worse of your secrets.

You were making a name for yourself on the crude web months later.

The next step was naturally to move from making taking pictures to making videos. Since you was already in too deep you didn’t see why not.

So you upgraded and opened another account. An amateur one where your touched yourself for an audience.

You were no prude.

You might have never been touched by a boy before but you had touched yourself plenty times. Stress and frustration came hand in hand with being head girl. Since you couldn’t quite vent it out at the annoying troublemakers at school, this was your second best option.

Third was watching porn, but that was mostly when you were extremely bored.

But that wasn’t where that little endeavor ended.

Later on it became a lot more risqué.

.

It all started when your mom hit you with a marriage announcement.

She met a guy on her business trip who she really liked and she was convinced he was the one.

Your mom had a tragic history of being a bad judge of character.

You’ve had this conversation at least five times since you became old enough to understand that boys and girls who were just friends didn’t kiss and sleep with each other.

Most times, it felt like she was doing it because she thought you needed a dad around.

You might have once, when you were younger and your mom was too busy with work to be there. But she worked from home these days and you were soo busy with school to worry about things like that.

This time it was like she was doing it for her. You were glad.

Your mom looked genuinely happy when she spoke about this guy.

Who were you to get in the way?

.

She spent almost the whole weekend in the kitchen. It was the longest you’ve seen her in there in your entire life.

She was excited for the dinner on Sunday.

Mr Jeon was the name of the chosen man.

He was coming over with his kid. A son, his only family. His wife passed away years ago.

You wore the dress your mom picked out for you, something cream in color and off the shoulders that brushed your knees. She looked pretty in her champagne dress. It was different from the office slacks and loose blouses you were used to seeing her in.

You stood by her at the door while the guests came through.

Lifting your head from a polite bow, you found herself staring straight into an achingly familiar pair of glinting dark eyes and went completely still.

‘Sweetie,' Your mother said sounding delighted, a soft hand on your stiff shoulder. 'This is Mr Jeon and his son Jungkook.’

Ah. Fuck.

‘Jeon dear, this is my daughter. Isn’t she lovely?’

.

Dinner was a mild affair, with small talk and the occasional clinking of cutlery on fine china.

From the outside looking in, you probably looked the picture perfect family already.

Only if no-one looked close enough.

Arms crossed, tongue in cheek. Your discomfort could be detected from miles away.

The two adults were oblivious.

The dark eyed boy with the slightest wave to his nape touching, brow grazing, ear covering onyx hair sat across you though; he took note of this with a passing glance and wordlessly returned to his food.

Jeon Jungkook had a countenance that betrayed his reputation.

Even though you’ve never talked, you knew plenty about him and you were sure he knew a lot about you too.

You went to the same school.

Dressed as he was in a crisp white dress shirt buttoned at the wrist and dark tailored pants with a fine belt on, it might have been hard to tell what kind of person he really was.

You lifted her gaze from your plate to look study him wordlessly, idly twisting the noodles with your fork.

People either called him the black sheep or the dark cloud but for you, Jeon Jungkook was the school’s resident lone wolf.

He smoked in the secluded areas on campus, sometimes playing his guitar. Beat up people who got on his nerves, sometimes using his guitar. Slept in class the rare times he was there, many times on his guitar.

Being his senior, you had never seen any of any of that for yourself. But you received plenty reports weekly to come to a sound conclusion.

There was no way people hated him enough to join hands in solidarity and make this all up.

It was quite the contrary actually. He had an alarming number of fans.

On the surface level you couldn’t see why. Most times you saw him, he looked bored out his mind and honestly, intimidating.

Maybe it was the tattoos. Or the ripped skinny jeans. Or the leather jackets with studs.

Maybe it was the domineering height and fit frame and structured face.

Maybe it was the intense dark eyes or the silky ruffled hair.

Even then, you failed to see the irresistible appeal in him. All those things that made him up only added to his unapproachable aura.

Bottom line was, he was bad news.

.

You didn’t want to be a spoil sport.

But how much of a thug your mom’s boyfriend’s son was shouldn’t be something that would make her like him less.

They were both their own people. Right ?

It was just that you just didn’t want her to be shocked and devastated if something happened later. When it happened.

Yet it seemed the serious conversation would have to wait.

After dinner your mom suggested you head to the living room to chat over wine and cheese.

You stayed back to do take out the dishes.

Earlier, your mom had stood to do it instead at first.

‘Don’t bother with that, dear.’ She reached for the plates in your hands. ‘Let me do it.’

‘It’s okay, mom.’ You smiled a little. ‘This is your night. I’ll meet you in the living room.’

'Sweetie...' Your mom looked close to tears. ‘But there’s so much of it…’

‘Jungkook,’ his father's voice had cut through the moment. He was a serious man in a crisp suit with a stoic countenance. His voice was just naturally authoritarian without him trying ‘Give her a hand.’

Jungkook stood, almost robotically.

‘It’s fine.’ You said. Politely. Nicely. Tightly. ‘I can handle this much.’

You left without another word.

That had been moments ago and now you were done with cleaning.

You stood at living room entrance for a while, taking in the scene.

The two adults were exchanging moon eyes and whispering in each other’s ears at the love seat.

Jungkook was sitting on a solo seat, but he was on his phone, completely unbothered by what was happening.

Your mom seemed to think it was the perfect time to pull out the photo album right then and there upon seeing you.

It was embarrassing but at least you knew you didn’t have to worry about the pictures spreading at school.

Jungkook was looking, picking up a picture occasionally to rove over, but he wasn’t the type to do that.

He also wasn’t the type to stare but you felt his glance shifting to you and lingering multiple times.

Once, you caught his eyes and he just stared at you across the coffee table wordlessly with a curious tilt to his head, idly flipping a picture of you dressed as a knight in glitter shining armor for Halloween at eight in his hands.

Honestly, it was starting to get annoying.

But you endured. For your mom’s sake.

.

Your alarm went off at exactly ten.

As subtly as you could, you excused yourself with an apology to the guests, saying you weren't really feeling well.

In hindsight you probably should have used a better excuse.

Your mom was notorious when it came to worrying, especially when it comes to your health.

Also, you probably should’ve locked the door before undressing just for good measure since people were over.

But in the moment, you were too busy setting your camera up where you were kneeling on the floor at the foot of the bed to be concerned about that.

That day you were testing out a new toy.

.

Distractedly, you took note of a couple of people asking you if that was your boyfriend’s shirt you had lifted over your tits.

You ignored them.

Couldn’t a girl own an oversized tee without getting any flack?

Trivial comments like that aside, a good majority of the audience are fawning over how wet you were and how perfect you bouncing tits look being played with.

Your head fell back and your eyes fluttered shut.

You were sitting there, knees raised to your chest and legs splayed, your gushing pussy in full display where the toy was stuffed deep into her tightness, vibrating pleasantly.

‘I’m close…’ you mumbled throatily, squeezing your tits and pinching your stiff nipples in between your moving fingers. You moved your hips move faster, feeling the toy buzz against fluttering walls. You took a hand off one of your tits to rub at your engorged clit. ‘Fuckfuckfuck…’

Deep in your high, you didn’t hear the door open and close with a foreboding click.

You only heard your name being called by a deep, smooth voice through the heady haze.

Instantly you stilled.

When you snapped your head to look over her shoulder Jungkook was there, hands in his pockets, leaning against your doorframe with his sleeves drawn up to his elbows, muscle roped, inked skin on full display.

When he tilted his head to the side a little, appraisively, you dared to say as a quaking chill ran down your spine and your entire body felt like it was about to burst into flames, a bit of his hair fell over his face.

His eyes were like two black in the dark as he took you in, dragging his gaze up and down your exposed body languidly.

In the back of your mind, you wished the ground would part and swallow you whole.

‘Your mom,' he starts, capturing your attention wholly, dark gaze finally flickering to your face, his voice suddenly lower, hoarser. ‘She sent me over to check on you.’

It took you a moment to realize where you were, who you were, who he was.

It was like a bucket of cold water had been dropped over your head.

Jeon Jungkook, the school's resident trouble maker, soon to be your step brother, just walked in on you fingering yourself in in front of a recording camera.

Well. Yeah.

You gulped.

You were royally fucked.

depending on the response I get I might ( most probably will ) delete this. not because I'm ashamed of my work. because I'm embarrassed of myself. I really swore to never write again and here I am. sigh. yes, I have seen my previous works and noticed just how terrible they were and this is a big reason why. so sorry for putting you through that. a million apologies.

also, that's right. I have adopted a new style which might not be to everyone's liking. another reason why.

anyways, if you liked this filth ( i know it seems mild but I can tell you it's very likely gonna get worse ) please idk uh... fuck this isn't ao3. hm.

like and drop by in the ask box if you liked it and want to see more. it makes me happy. its like serotonin fuel to me.

have a nice day. see you next time ( maybe ). stay fresh. yeah. 💜💜.

second part later tonight loves

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Loved sugar and spice!!! please keep going :)

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sugar and spice ( 3 )

pairing : resident bad boy!jjk x model student!reader

setting : highschool!au x stepbrother!au

summary :

a messy highschool!au x stepbrother!au where model student reader who has quite a few dirty little secrets sees her world take an unexpected turn when her mother comes home one day with an engagement announcement, to the father of none other than the school’s resident bad boy…. Jeon Jungkook.

genre : smut, for laughs, kinda pornish, slow burn with collosaly overwhelming sexual tension

rating: soft m ( for now ) due to adult content

warnings : unconventional relationship of sexual nature, tropes and clichès, teenagers partaking in porn-esque activities, made up things with made up people happening in a made up world, don’t like don’t read XD

wordcount : 2.3K

a/n: .... did anyone else see jk on vlive? yeah? you are speaking to my ghost.

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In hindsight, Jeon Jungkook was not a bad person.

Sure, it took some time for you to figure this out and it was a little embarrassing to admit since you’d been so sure he was no good- but hey. Better late than never right?

Despite the flurry of attention his mere existence garnered, Jungkook wasn’t really a people’s person.

He liked spending time on his own, lost in own little world filled where he indulged in music and art and the nuance of complex literature and that was completely okay.

You learned a lot about him from spending some time pouring over book upon book with him whenever he came around.

To start, you two actually managed to get some studying done. At this point, you’d become a tutor of his of sorts.

Of the many things you discovered, the ones that stuck with you the most was that Jungkook was a very fast learner and that looks could indeed be very deceiving. 

He might dress like a delinquent, but he was far from being one. No-one would believed you if you told them but- Jeon Jungkook was a born genius.

Concepts just stuck with him like glue and he simply understood even the most complex of things easily. Sometimes you found yourself entranced watching him explain how he’d solved an equation.

It got to the point where you would just take to asking him things you knew he knew so you could hear how he rambled a little while casually presenting his ideas, pointing here and there on the spread of questions and sometimes tapping lightly for emphasis to show you what he meant, his gaze shifting to you from beneath his fringe for your little nod of approval.

Maybe you should’ve known earlier. This was the guy who always miraculously came first in his year.

Though, to your defense, you had received many reports from unhappy students saying he cheats.

Though knowing him as you did now, you were certain of two things.

Jungkook actually didn’t care enough about school to go such lengths. If he aced the test it was purely because he felt bored enough to pick up the pen and write something instead of doodling on the paper.

Also, he didn’t give a damn about things like being a star achiever or an outstanding student or even appealing to the rest of the school with a studious, acceptable image. Evidently, he did as he pleased, dressed as he pleased and he was comfortable that way.

He was different from you. So different.

But you clicked surprisingly well.

Between the banter and the random talks in between study sessions here and there, you could say that no-one in the world has ever made you laugh your ass off the way Jungkook did.

It would be something clumsy he did. Or something silly he said. Completely unaware of it mostly, but sometimes just to bug you or tease you.

He was also just a massive meme-bank and you loved memes.

This was, of course, not something any one at school you knew about you.

There you were the the nice girl who was a good leader, with a good head on her shoulder and a good family name to back up.

You weren’t supposed to be relatable. You were supposed to be different from the rest. The best of the best. Excellent in everything you did.

Unattainable. Unreachable. Untouchable.

Meanwhile he was living a life where he didn’t have to worry about messing up or spending every waking hour of his life trying to keep a reputation you weren’t even sure you had built yourself.

Maybe it was weird, that you didn’t you didn’t resent him for it. For his freedom. How he could just be him out in the open freely even with all the eyes on him. In fact, you admired him.

His presence was a bit like a soothing balm to you. Something fresh and new and fun, very unlike the people you kept around you at school.

Sometimes, you even wondered what it would be like if you were close friends.

But it was only a fleeting thought. One you quickly dismissed before it went out of control.

Because that was impossible.

Your parents were engaged. You were about to be step siblings.

Plus, in any other circumstance it wouldn't make any sense for you two to be hanging out in the first place.

 At school, you still acted like strangers.

Though now it was admittedly a little bit harder because everyone knew about your parents from their parents who’d received invitations.

Suddenly, the unapproachable bad boy became approachable. At least to a certain degree.

‘Give him this.' or 'Tell him that.'

You were starting to hear words like these every day from friends and strangers alike. 

Jungkook already had many not-so-secret admirers and now that you were practically his step sister, you suddenly became the middle man.

It irked you to hell's end and back but you were the good girl.

You couldn’t yell at them to do it themselves or to leave you alone.

Good girls were nice girls.

So you took the gifts and requests with a big smile that dropped as soon as they left along with her hands to your sides.

Whenever they reached him, the gifts were always a little crushed.

Jungkook was sitting in the living room in a grey and green flannel over a grey shirt and some loose jeans when you slid the small dented green box over the coffee table to him.

He picked it up from the desk, twirling it in his hands.

‘What's this?'

'Another gift. Cake maybe, I don’t know.’ The way you were setting your books down on the table had the contents on it shaking. ‘Mei from track. She likes you.'

He dragged his eyes away from you to stare at the wrapped box silently for a while then he nodded.

'I see.' His attention flickered to you again and he set the gift aside. ‘You good?’

'Of course.’

You slammed another book onto the table.

He raised a brow.

‘Really?’

You turned to look at him. He met your gaze levelly, so watchful that you wondered if he had indeed caught you bull-shitting.

Except you weren’t bull-shitting.

Your truly, honestly, really, absolutely were good.

Why else wouldn’t you be?

‘Yes.’ You nodded with a smile that felt too tight to the point of hurting on your face. ‘Let’s get to studying, shall we?'

.

The next time you agreed to meet up at yours finds you pacing back and forth like some worried housewife waiting for a husband she suspects to be unfaithful to come home.

It was 8pm.

Jungkook should've been there at 4 in the evening.

You rush to the door the moment you hear the bell and practically wrench it open.

Jungkook is standing on the other side, in a grey baggy shirt under a black bomber jacket, some dark blue jeans with his bag slung on his shoulder and a silver chain hanging at his neck.

‘Hey,' He greeted, taking you in with a slight uplift in the corner of his lips. ‘You look like you ran a marathon.’

You straightened to hastily tuck a strand of hair behind your ear in an attempt to make it look less messy and leveled him with the most serious look you could while you heaved a little.

‘You’re late.’

‘Sorry, I got caught up in something.’ He said, scratching the back of his neck, ruffling the wavy ends of his hair that touched his nape. ‘Did I keep you waiting long?’

He smelt  like smoke when he walked in past you. It was faint, mingling with the scent of his cologne, mint and something clean like soap or fabric freshener. Tolerable. At least he didn’t smell like some girl.

‘No.’ You said, after swallowing to moisten your throat as you followed him into the kitchen. 'I wasn’t waiting for you.’

But the ice in the drinks you’d prepared ages ago was long melted, the content in the glass overflowing on the counter.

You spilled the drinks down the drain and prepared fresh glasses as he wordlessly took his jacket off before he grabbed the cloth from where it was hanging over the sink to clean the telling mess.

If he had anything smart to say about your slip up, he spared you the embarrassment and kept it to himself.

‘Let’s finish this quick.’ You said once you got settled on your stools at the counter across each other. ‘Before ten preferably.’

Jungkook was quiet for a while as you opened the textbook to where they had last stopped, mumbling a little under you breath as you mentally went over what you had covered the last session…

‘You have an appointment at ten?’

You blinked and looked up at him. He'd shed his jacket, leaving him in the long sleeved white shirt. He was flipping through the textbook idly. Unruffled. Like he didn’t just speak to you.

‘Something like that.’

You settled on, quickly ducking your head and redirecting your attention to the pages in front of you.

It wasn't something you focused on but the time he walked in on you was nothing short of fresh in your mind.

For the most part you just pushed it to the back of your mind but every time you remembered you flushed hotly, like right now.

Did he forget already?

You wished you had an easy, simple take on life and all its unexpected turns like his. Then maybe your life would’ve turned out very differently.

Maybe you would’ve been able to decide who you wanted to be at school and maybe you would’ve been able to be level headed and mature about what had happened.

.

You continued in silence.

Jungkook was solving a string of equations you had sprung on him and you were reviewing the ones he’d done earlier.

But it was louder than even then in even the most chaotic situation you have seen in.

For some reason, today particularly, he seemed to focused on you instead of his work.

No wonder he was slow. It took him seconds to solve one question but you’d been through only ten in the past half an hour.

Sighing, you lifted your gaze from checking his work to level him with a pointed glare.

Your gaze locked. He was already looking at you.

'What?’ You almost barked. ‘Do I have something on my face.'

'Other than a perpetual scowl?’ Jungkook shrugged, fringe swaying a little as he proceeded to shake his head lightly. 'No, not really.'

Your brows drew in at the center instinctively at the accusation.

'I’m not scowling.'

He simply stared at you. Unimpressed.

You weren’t really helping your case with your face all screwed up.

Your fingers quickly rubbed at the frown in the middle of your brows vigorously and you tapped his book hastily with your free hand to digress.

'Now focus, will you.’ You bit out, glancing at the watch at you wrist. Twenty minutes to ten. ‘Time’s almost up.'

‘Ah.’ He said, nodding. His tone was curt. ‘Your appointment.’

You sent him a hard look.

‘Yes. My appointment.’

He laughed it off like there was some joke you weren’t privy to but otherwise said nothing else as he went back to solving equations.

You stared at the top of his head the entire time.

What was his deal?

.

You were on a short snack break when he brought it up.

'I could stay the night.'

You stopped munching on your carrot for a moment and quickly dragged your gaze away from the fridge you were standing in front of to stare at him.

‘Your mom mentioned a spare room.’ He said, leaning back against the sink where he was stood. He shrugged at your look, gazing over the study material laid out at the island in between you two. ‘It’s just there’s a lot left for us to do and I don’t think I’ll be free this time tomorrow.’

‘What are you suggesting?’

You dared to ask.

'We can have a go at it all night if that's something you want. Here over the counter or at couches in the living room. Maybe even by the pool. I don't mind.’ He elaborated casually. ‘In the morning we could do a little recap of all the things we did at night too.'

You knew what he was talking about.

Studying of course.

But out of context… and you didn’t even know why you took it out of context to begin with… your cheeks felt impossibly hot and your grip on the fridge handle got clammy as it tightened.

Distantly, you registered your heart beat picking up.

'No need for that.’ You waved it off with your carrot, practically slamming the fridge shut.

On shaky feet you sat back at the stool and opened the book you were working with. You feigned concentration while looking through the pages because he was looking at you closely again. Watchful of your every move. Head tilted just so.

You felt like a mouse driven into a corner by a sly, domineering cat.

‘It’s just a couple pages.’ You mumbled hurriedly, eyes fixed on the pages ahead of you. ‘We can finish it now if we’re quick.'

'Sure.' You heard him say after a while. Then he was sitting across you, reaching for his pen and notebook. ‘It was page 49 by the way.’

‘Huh?’

He took the book and opened the page he mentioned.

‘You passed it while flipping.’

This time you flushed out of embarrassment.

'Oh,' You muttered quietly, taking the book as he slid it you. 'Sorry, I was a bit out of it.’

‘No problem,' he said, and you thought you were imagining it until you looked up and found him smirking, a lopsided tilt to his lips as he nodded slowly and expertly twirled his pen in between his fingers, just oozing smugness. ‘I completely understand where you’re coming from. I do that to people sometimes.’

He had the gall to flash you a wink before he got back to his work, humming pleasantly in a way you had to admit, at least mentally, was melodic.

Wow. You could only huff.

What a wonderful piece of work.

And you called him mature?

Shaking your head, you rolled your eyes and held the book up to hide your face.

You didn't want to know what kind of cocky phrase he would pull up if he saw how red your face was.

sorry I was gone for ages. I was stuck in the middle of nowhere at my aunt's with no service and when I got home the first thing i see is jk dancing and singing in his studio in a see through pyjama two set infront of a billion people 🥴 if I write out that camboy!jk that's been on mind now you know who to blame 🤕

anyways, ignoring my dysfunctionalities, how was this chapter ? hoped you like it. the next one is where shit starts to go down so please anticipate and show support if you want to see more of this 😉🥴💜🥺

Fuck sugar and spice was so good. Cant wait to see what happens 👀🥵🥵

Also ik you posted it like 5 hours ago but can you tell when you'll be updating? so i can make myself ready lol

thank you 🥵🥴 it's about to get even better if I humbly do say so myself 👁️👁️

well i was planning on posting the new one when this got 100 notes because I thought it would take a while and that I could edit in the meant time. but I woke up to more thanni expected and well. maybe in the next couple of days, or sooner because I'm on it now so... look forward to it haha

Sugar & Spice was really good! I loved the characters, back story and especially the ending. The way she got caught; i really hope you continue with the sorry 🦉

so good to hear, thank you, I'm really glad💜

yk she had to get caught 😳👁️👁️ that's how the plot thickens lol

look forward to the next update very soon, I'm done editing the second part.