Bakugo Jeans Novels & Stories

My question comes out casual but we both know it's not. “Yes, he's my cousin, harmless if you family.” She shrugs, like it’s no big deal. Beggar is clueless of how sexy she looks when she lifts her shoulder. Her finger nails form an invisible trail as she steps closer to me. Her jeans shape her ass, hinting at her curves. I've never known a pair of baggy jeans could be so sexy on a woman until I saw Beggar in one. Her black eyes capture all my restraint. Draining me of logical sense at just one stare.

Okay thank you for the anticipated rate and comment, the driver drove out immediately. Hmmm… What a rough driver, did he even go to a driving school? No respect for traffic at all, well thank God I'm outside of his car successfully. He looks left, right, and left again as he crosses the busy road. Welcome to surplus Boutique… We have updated the design unisex wears here, which one did you need sir? The sales boy welcomes kylas. Yeah, thank you for the warm welcome, I need two pairs of jeans attached with a quality Vintage, one Sneaker, and one Palmer…

he explained, staring down at me with a soft smile etched on his face. “Oh yeah, right,” I groaned, pulling myself off the couch. Sluggishly, I made my way to the bathroom, to take a quick soak. I didn’t even bother to wash my hair. I only strengthen it. I slipped into some baggy jeans, paired with a black unisex softstyle t-shirt that says “BE THE KINKY VERSION OF YOU” and my limited edition Jordans. Julian wore a white, fitting T-shirt and some gray sweatpants with it, and I couldn’t help but stare. He always looked so good without any effort whatsoever.

Especially naughty things. His tattered jeans were baggy enough below the knees to be cool, and tight enough over his thighs to make my mouth water. He had on clunky black work boots, scuffed and worn on the toes. A metal wallet chain hung from his battered leather belt and disappeared into his pocket.

I walk to the table locating my phone and sending a message to Luke. Once I finished with that, I continued from where I stopped in making the house clean. A few minutes later, my gaze lands on the bags and I open them. The first one contained blue boyfriend jeans, a black cotton long sleeve crop top, a dark sunshade and black sketchers. The second bag contained a black jean with a white silk office shirt, a black sunshade like the first and white sketchers. At first glance they seem like comfortable and simple outfits but I’d be a fool to think they weren’t freakishly expensive seeing the price tags attached to them.

"I'll be waiting in the car with your coffee, be quick hm?" Young-Jae hurried to open the bag and gasped at the beautiful sweater inside. It was a grey and white fabric with red details around the neck with a pair of jeans that were distressed around the knees. He quickly slid it over his head and frowned at the size, it landed just below his crotch and the sleeved hid his palms completely so he shrugged and rolled them up to perfection.

Just a goodbye. Then I spotted the other bag she left on the couch. Lucía Vergara’s skin, sealed and delivered. I unzipped the bag with a slow exhale and peeked inside. Jet black wig, curled to hell and back—flawless. The clothes? Leather. Black. Lethal. Rider-core and undeniably cunty. I clicked my tongue in approval. The boots? Knee-high with steel heels that could impale a man and still look good doing it.

“I've just never seen women's clothing tailored in that manner before or seen those types of materials. Your pants seem tight enough to fit like a second skin.” Scooting myself to the foot of the bed, I crouch down on my knees and open the backpack. I go through the contents and remove any useful items, such as antibiotic cream from the first aid kit. "Yeah, that's kind of the idea. They're called jeggings, by the way.” Furrowing his brow, Walker looks at me with a puzzled expression, pausing from gathering the supplies he used to clean and stitch me up. “You’re ok with random men seeing every curve and outline of your magnificent figure?”

A flagship store—bright, open, racks of soft fabrics and clean lines. Amara took charge. Jeans that hugged without squeezing. Sweaters in cashmere and merino wool. Dresses—simple black, flowy sage, one deep emerald that made my eyes pop. Jackets—leather, denim, a long wool coat in charcoal. T-shirts that felt like butter. Leggings that didn’t pill. Every time I hesitated at a price tag, Amara swiped the black card and handed the bag to the sales associate. I stopped looking at prices after the third store.

‘Baka iniwan na ako dito, amp. “Bagay naman sa'yo lahat! Sa gandang lalaki mong iyan, kahit kami ay malalaglagan ng alam mo na HAHAHAHAHA!” Georgie joked. Ngumiti naman ako kahit ang totoo ay hindi ko alam kung anong ibig niyang sabihin. ._. I ended up picking Dolce and Gabbana's Jacquard Martini Suit. I surveyed myself on the mirror wall. I saw Hanako's reflection and I quickly glanced at her.