Mr Cheeks Crush On You の小説・ストーリー

He’s right. And that’s the problem. Gwen’s laugh carries over again—distant, happy. CK doesn’t move. Doesn’t touch me again. Just watches me unravel. I’m trapped. In a corner. At a party. With my best friend’s crush. Who’s now my roommate. Who knows exactly how I sound when I come. And I still want him. Fuck.

I pointed out logically, crossing my legs at the ankles. "We did agree to that specific rule, but I genuinely did not expect you to march directly into the middle of my athletic practice and kiss me in front of the entire roster," Connor said, and a warm, genuine smile appeared on his handsome face. "I was simply following the rules of our new arrangement," I replied smoothly, adjusting my new half-rimmed glasses on the bridge of my nose. "It was a brilliant strategic move, and it completely destroyed Caleb's massive ego," Connor continued, crossing his arms over his chest. "I saw the look on his face when you grabbed my jersey, and he looked absolutely furious."

The crowd outside suddenly erupts—counting down in unison, voices rising through the door. “Ten! Nine! Eight! Seven!” My eyes snap open, panic spiking through the haze of pleasure. “Six! Five! Four!” He doesn’t stop. Fingers thrust faster, deeper, thumb pressing harder on my clit. My legs shake violently, threatening to give out. “Three! Two! One!” The door flies open. Light floods in—harsh, blinding. Cheers explode. Whistles. Laughter. Phones flash. CK pulls his hand away smooth and fast, stepping back in one fluid motion. I spin around, skirt falling back into place, face flushed crimson, breathing hard and ragged. We both look wrecked—hair messy, lips swollen, eyes glassy with lust and sh

My phone screen lit up abruptly in the darkness with a chime - a picture message from Scarlett. My ice-cold fingertips tapped it open, and a new photo popped up. The background seemed to be the luxury suite on the ship's top deck. Kieran was wearing a bathrobe, his figure lazily leaning against the floor-to-ceiling window, while she smiled sweetly at the camera. I bit my lip hard, the taste of blood spreading in my mouth. My chest felt like it had been struck by a blunt weapon, aching dully. Like a masochistic fool, my fingers scrolled upward uncontrollably, the screen's light illuminating my pale face.

“It’s almost lunch anyway.” I sat up straighter, massaging the back of my neck, though it wasn’t really the ache I was trying to ease. Cara glanced sideways at me. “Miley… are you jealous?” My breath caught. I turned sharply, my cheeks heating far too quickly. “Didn’t I already tell you he’s not my crush? You’re imagining things.” She grinned wickedly. “But you’re blushing.” I touched my cheeks in horror, the warmth undeniable. “M-maybe I just put too much blush-on, that’s all.”

A small frown slipped before it cleared almost immediately. “Maddie?” I whispered. Julia looked at us from the corner of her eyes before saying “Someone in this room has a crush on Mason.” She smirked, making the room lighter. Kate's face reddened as she hid away. “Someone in this room hasn't done it with their boyfriend but with some random stranger in the club.” Emily said, a smile tugging on her lips. The room fell silent, everyone looking around. I look between Madi then at her. It can't be me. This time she was looking directly at me, holding that disgusting smirk.

"That was amazing, Mr. Stupendously Handsome. I love your body, you know that right? All muscly and sexy." "Come here-" He groaned and cupped my cheeks, pulling me into him. His lips pressed firmly against mine as he kissed me deeply. I moaned into our kiss, pressing myself against him as he wrapped his muscular arms around me. "Ew, you're sweating like a piggy!" We broke apart, only to break out into laughter. "What's wrong with Mariselle?" I asked after our laughter died down CJ paused, frowning. "I have no idea..but we all have off days. She'll be fine."

Cheryl felt that she was more beautiful than the person with her ex-boyfriend right now. "Don't feel outmatched, Cheryl. Eve is way below you," Cheryl said. Cheryl sat down at the dressing table and began applying a bit of light makeup to her face. Not flashy, the makeup on Cheryl's face looked natural. She looked at her face with a smile. Her choice of lip cream fell on a dusty nude color, combined with a cherry-colored lip tint. Physically, Cheryl is unquestionable. Therefore, Cheryl can be a model that many people recognize. "Okay, done," Cheryl said with a smile.

I said, it more like a statement than a question, and when she rushed forward to throw her arms around my neck hard enough to choke me, I felt myself relax. "It's great news, chicklet, you did it. It's a hit, number one on all the streaming charts. Look!" I looked at the magazine cover but couldn't make out the words through the tears in my eyes. It was real; I'd done it, I'd really done it.

But what the hell! “She’s not some rogue, some female! She’s MINE!! Crush has chosen her and that’s it! You fucked up, now you better hope like hell I can at least salvage my relationship with her. I don’t give a shit about you,” he reels, shoving me back and releasing me. I stumble, my hands going to my throat in shock. Before I know it, I’m falling into the couch and actually flipping over it. When my body lands with a thud, I hear the door already slamming shut.