#“above all desire power” my butt

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"Nine were given to Men, who above all desire power."

Oh, that's rich coming from the woman who came to Middle Earth to rule a kingdom. Like,yeah, Galadriel mellowed out over the millennia, but we all remember why she and Finrod even wanted to venture out of Valinor, right?

(Don't get me wrong, I like Galadriel and Finrod as characters. I just don't think powerlust is a better motivation than, say, vengeance like their cousins.)

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Purity and Pretense

Fallen Angel!Shalom x Reader

Note: Drabble inspired from this post by @sinful-lanterns

Warnings: Religious themes, slight prayer-blasphemg that doesn’t come from existing religions, fingering, and oral.

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Deprivation fuels desire, emboldens curiosity, and entices even the innocent to sink into the abyss.

Purity, said to be a gift left within each human soul as the Creator sculpts them from stardust and hopes, a mirror that reflects how their souls were infused with the Creator’s wishes. With it, each human was allowed the chance to shine, to chase the sun, the symbol of the Creator, and kneel in reverence, the chance to reflect Their radiance being the only promised reward.

A gift that allows access to a reward that may well be illusionary. Perhaps it would be more fitting to call it a curse, a shackle that deprives the human soul from possibilities hiding within the dark.

As you kneeled on the stone floor, once clean clothes now tattered and stained with evidence of the sins you chose to embrace, your eyes focus on the fallen angel sitting on the stone altar in front of you, her gaze chaining you to the floor. Even though she, your master, has fallen from grace, with her wings no longer pure white, stained in graying black and glowing blue, she was still the epitome of beauty and grace, refinement and power.

“Offer your prayer, little one, or have you fallen so far you lost your reason?”

“Please, Shalom, I can’t do this anymore. I need, I need–”

Your body quivered, desire permeating each word. No longer were you able to hold onto any shred of sanity, your body begging, begging, craving for a taste of the ambrosia she would allow you to indulge as you were pleasing her.

“Offer your prayer, then. Go on, call the Creator, let Them bless and witness the pleasure of life you were about to partake in.”

Her voice drips with promise, honeyed enticement and tainted radiance that pulls– no, spurs your body to crawl closer. You were close, so close, the scent and taste of her lingering in the air just beneath her robes. A dry swallow, all from the sweet fragrance that was so close, and there, you pressed your head to the floor in reverent prayer, then, you took the final step, before you fell into the abyss.

“Oh, our Creator, ruler of the skies above,”

Perhaps it was proof that the place was once a holy one meant to worship, as each word tumbled from your lips, it echoed through the ruined halls, and Shalom drank each word, eyes gleaming in desire at the sincere plea. Despite everything, despite how she saw the human kneeling before her had almost drowned, their purity clouded with unending, insatiable thirst, the power behind the belief to the Creator still fuels their prayer, power intertwined between each syllable.

“Thy name the most sacred– ah!” Shalom had moved from her seating position, and then, a sharp pain on your ass. She had moved away from her seat, and thanks to her strike, a stinging pain interrupted your thoughts.

“I don’t recall telling you to stop.”

“-may thy sovereign rule last forevermore. From the firmament above, to–” another strike, to your unmarred butt cheek this time, and you barely remembered to continue, “-to the lands below, thy will be done.”

A cold, almost loving caress of fingers to your stinging cheeks, and your words died in your throat. She punished you with another spank, and another as you opened your mouth. “Nourish our–”

The feeling of a slap to the aching bud between your legs almost caused you to lose all train of thoughts, tears streaming down your face and seeping into the stone floors below. Again, you stopped.

“Remember my order, pet, I won’t remind you again.”

“Nourish our souls, give the traces of our marred sins a thorough cleanse.”

Shalom licked your earlobe, giving it a quick nibble. With a whisper, she reminded you, “From today, as your soul and your purity sinks to the abyss, you belong to me.”

Selfish, selfish and full of want, such was the nature of fallen angels, creatures made of light created to serve, to praise and sing and echo the name of the Creator across everything Their will reaches. After the fall, their love of worship were twisted, corrupted, and mirrored into a void of want that will never be satisfied, perhaps a manifested dark side of always being the one to give, bend over, and praise a thing that could not even bother to truly cherish the beings They claimed to love most.

“Look at me, look at me like you would look at that Creator,” she hissed the last word, full of disdain that her refined visage would have never revealed before. “Praise me, love me, and call my name, and you will want for nothing.”

“Bestow us the will,” you continued, “to for–,” a finger slipped into your sopping wet folds, stopping in time as your breath hitched at the intrusion, “to forgive, and– mmh!” another joined in, scissoring motions causing your thighs to quiver, your will scattering everywhere as the hunger for Shalom’s touch felt sharper.

“Wrong, repeat the line,” She chided, her movements stopped, waiting for you to fulfill her order.

In that moment, you had surrendered your dignity, your place, your connection to a promise that might never have seen any fulfillment, all to the true, honest, and pure pleasure that you had seen, felt, and sensed with your very flesh.

“To forgive, the way I– no, the way we all shall be forgiven under–”

A gentle, sharp press at that sweet spot had you clenching, almost stumbling in your words as you barely hung on to the order she gave you, “forgiven under the eternal grace.”

“Excellent.” Shalom was still moving her fingers in and out, her lazy movements stimulating you all the same. The pad of her thumb pressed and rubbed circles onto your sensitive nub, eliciting noises that painted the pure prayer with tainted cries. “Come, just a little more, just a little more and you will be rewarded.”

You obey, with glee, not caring even as all traces of your devotion was subsumed, corrupted into a need to worship the beautiful angel in front of you. There was nothing more to desire than to follow your angel, your goddess, even as you both sunk into the endless dark, or would it be more accurate to soar to higher heights?

After all, the pleasure mounting in your veins, gathering in your lower belly, felt as pleasing, as free as soaring on the skies.

“When desires– ah, –lead us astray, we beg–”

Unbeknownst to you, Shalom allowed herself a small smile at the irony.

“We beg for the Creator’s deliverance, as–”

“Slow down.”

You were close, so close, and it took the skin of your teeth to take a deep, shuddering breath. Shalom was teasing you, that much was clear, but every attempt to press yourself closer, to finally break in sweet bliss, was denied, replaced by the inferior pleasure of her orders and praise. “Continue, properly this time.”

“For this is thy domain, thy glory and power–”

You shivered, she was brushing close to that sweet spot again. As each word left your trembling lips, the pleasure only heightens.

“That nothing shall eclipse.”

With that final word, you shattered, broken apart as your juices dripped down from your thighs, her fingers, and splattered into the floors. With a filthy, wet noise, Shalom withdrew her fingers and took her seat on the altar, exposing her clit. An invitation to partake while she licked her fingers, tongue swirling to savor your essence.

“Good girl, now, come, take your reward,” she said in-between licks.

As you lapped at her folds, her eyes held your attention, savoring the utter obedience once reserved for gods.

[tojisun]

dbf!simon is very much dear john by taylor swift coded

my goodness?? no yea absolutely!! im??? WHAT???? i cant move on, this hurts terribly

toxic!dbf!biker!simon was sent to me so i can hurt all of us and yk what? im actually sorry for this one because dear gods simon is mean

!! made simon unlikeable (ooc, even) and im really sorry for that; suggestive; age gap; power imbalance // biker!simon mlist // prev - 01, 02

simon’s late.

of course he is. when was he ever on time? when has he ever prioritized you above all else?

he said he’d pick you up at six and promised that he’d bring you the helmet that’s only ever reserved for you. it’s a pretty pink one with a little skull painted on the right top of the shell, personally customized by simon.

“reminds me of you, sweet girl,” he whispered the first time he presented it to you, grinning as though he’s the only man who’s made you feel special; as though he knows he is.

he promised to bring his bike because he said it’s faster; because he said he’s got somewhere to bring you. some place, probably in the outskirts of the city, where he can spoil you. because that’s all you are to him anyway: a secret. a fling. someone who he knows he can always turn to.

and you should’ve known that simon’s promises are ephemeral. that all that they’re good for is to make your stomach swoop and your heart flutter, long enough that when the betrayal hits, it hits harder. you should’ve known that his promises are but cacophonies that get smothered in the wind because simon doesn’t follow through. he never has.

but you never learn, huh?

too busy being in love, too busy being starry eyed. too busy counting down the hours, minutes, seconds because for some reason, for some stupidly heartbreaking reason, you think he loves you back. you think that he even can.

you think that once simon comes, he’ll be all apologetic, begging for your forgiveness as he whimpers his i’m sorry’s and his i’ll do better’s on your forehead or on your cheeks or even on your lips. that he’ll cradle you in his arms like the precious jewel that you are, careful and tender, before helping you get on his bike.

but an hour has already passed and the next hour is just eleven minutes away from being completed, still, simon has yet to show up. your messages remained unseen and your calls continued to be unreturned.

you’ve bitten your lips raw, not enough to bleed but just enough that you feel the sting whenever you sigh. you’ve taken to walking around the lounge area of the library to stretch your legs out and to give your numb butt a break, occasionally bumbling towards the water dispenser to grab a quick drink, because you wished that all these little things can eat up time faster. you wished that if you just distracted yourself enough, then time will speed up and simon will finally come.

still-

“hello everyone, the library will be closing soon. i repeat, the library will be closing soon. please proceed to the checkout for those who want to bring home items, otherwise, thank you so much for coming in today! we open at 09:00 am tomorrow!”

oh.

you gather your things with a sigh, pretending that the back of your eyes aren’t stinging as tears begin to prick and pool. you ignore your trembling fingers as you swipe at your phone again, checking to see if simon’s called or messaged, only to feel the remaining pieces of your heart shatter at seeing nothing from him at all. you throw your phone back in your bag before zipping it close and slinging it on your back. you stomp out of the library, your breaths stuttering at the weight of your heartache.

you fall into a quiet autopilot as you get on the bus and trek back to the dorms. you remember that your mom had asked if you were going to come visit soon and you decide that perhaps what you need is a change of scenery for now so you dig for your phone just to tell her you’ll be home for the weekend, dutifully ignoring the desire to check if simon’s replied.

(it takes a heartbeat before you do check, thrums of morbid anticipation being chased away by the lack of notifications from him. this seals your need to flee back home.)

you mumble a hello to your roommate and to her girlfriend before locking yourself in your room to pack a duffel bag. you continue to pretend that you are not hyperaware of your phone as you stuff your bag with clothes, your laptop, and your books.

a knock brings you back to reality.

“hey lovie?” your roommate asks, her voice trembling from exhaustion.

“yeah?” you respond as you pad towards the door and open it for her. she smiles when she sees you. “what’s up?”

“someone’s downstairs, buzzing for you.”

“oh,” you say because you already know who it is.

“yeah,” she replies, standing up taller in sudden attentiveness, her previous sleepiness dispelled at hearing the dejected timbre of your voice. “you want me to chase him off?”

“no!”

you cringe at the ferocity of your reply, which makes her flinch, and you awkwardly clear your throat when the moment settles.

her girlfriend peeks around the corner to check on you two. “everythin’ alright?”

“yeah,” you say, coughing. “i, uh. i got it, thanks.”

you wave off their concern as you snag your keys from the counter and slide into your shoes before taking the elevator back down. you worried your bottom lip again, your brows furrowed as reality rushed back into you—simon’s come to your dorm. simon’s come to you.

you play with your fingers as you step out of the building, your lungs constricting at seeing simon parked just a few feet away. his helmeted head is turned towards the entrance of your building, and even though he’s got his face hidden by the visor, you know simon’s seen you.

still, he doesn’t stand.

he doesn’t make any effort to come to you. so you stay there by the building, blinking your eyes at him, waiting for simon to come close. for simon to be the one to take that first step into apologizing—because why else would he be here if not for that? if not for a pitiful and pathetic apology which you will digest as you are starved of any inkling of affection from simon?

but simon continues to remain still and even if you are desperate for everything he has to give, a bigger part of you knows this is too much. so you turn, sniffling as tears trickle from the corners of your eyes, and move to walk back into your dorm building.

“love, wait!” simon calls, but you remain facing the building even as your ears pick up the sound of scuffed boots against gravel, speeding towards you.

you whimper when simon’s hand closes around your wrist, tugging so that you are facing him again. his helmet’s still on but the visor’s pushed up and you bite a whine when your eyes meet his stormy ones.

“i said ‘wait,’ sweetheart,” simon murmurs, his hold tightening before he tugs you ever so closer to him. close enough that you see the lines on his face and the lone scar that runs from the side of his temple before disappearing into the tresses of his hair. close enough that you smell a faint vanilla sticking to his leather jacket. close enough that you see a littering of faint hickeys on his exposed neck.

“fuck you.”

simon’s head rears, not expecting the vitriol from your voice. he barks out a laugh.

“where’d my sweet girl go?”

“i’m not your fucking sweet girl!” you snarl, shaking his hold off of you. “i’m not your fucking anything!”

simon sighs like you are being difficult on purpose. like you are the one at fault. like you are the one who made him wait for two hours as he hanged onto the promise that you whispered to him nights ago. like you are the one who didn’t show up and forced him to find his way back home even amidst his heartache. like you are the one who chose to fuck someone even when you knew he was waiting for you.

because simon knew. he wouldn’t be here in front of you if he didn’t.

and isn’t it almost laughable how you thought he was going to apologize?

“love, is this about-”

“just leave, mr. riley,” you breathe out, the fire of anger that burned within you was extinguished into quiet sputters of your agony. “i made it back anyway. you don’t have to be here anymore.”

simon huffs a humourless laugh, the sound almost resembling a growl instead. “oh, so i’m ‘mr. riley’ now?” he pulls you even closer. “what happened to calling me ‘simon’? or even ‘si’?”

he leans towards you, his helmet bumping your head. “what happened to calling me ‘daddy’?”

simon steps back far enough that your hand misses his head, a hit that would’ve been futile anyway given his helmet.

you choke on your sob, the sound ripping from the base of your throat and tumbling into the cool air. and even then, even amidst the display of your heartbreak, simon continues to just stare you down.

“fuck you,” you repeat, your voice a quiet rasp.

simon hums, his boots crunching against the gravel as he turns. then, he says, “call me when y’r ready to talk to me like a mature person, kid.”

you run back into your building, not bothering to respond to him or to watch him drive off. you barely make it into the elevator before you crumple to your knees, your head dizzy with the intensity of your misery, your heart shredded into pieces.

made myself tear up too yey!!! @prttyangelz u got me sobbing teehee <333

[yeowangies]

broken

PAIRING: Kenpachi/AFAB!Reader CONTENTS: Explicit Sexual Content, PWP. WARNING: Light choking (very light), Hair tugging. Some power play. WORDCOUNT: 1171

Summary:

It had been a blur the way you got to his room in the barracks, your brain filled with lust for this man.

Notes:

Straight up filth because MY GOD I was thirsty for him the entire day. I wrote this in one sitting so maybe it's not So Cool, and there might be grammar mistakes but. Enjoy nonetheless!

I know you'll enjoy this @actuallysaiyan 💕

Your mind was turning to mush faster than you thought; each time Kenpachi slid his cock inside you sending jolts of pleasure up your spine it was like being electrified. He was thick, the stretch of your walls leaving the sensitive skin between your legs pulsing, but you loved it; love the pain, the soreness you knew was going to be there the next day. Friends have voiced their concern before, how he could easily break you if he wanted with his strength and ferocity. But that was what you were aiming for; you longed to be broken by a man like him, who was so immersed in you and your body and the pleasure you gave him, a pleasure he made sure to return. 

So you moaned with immense pleasure every time his hips snapped against your ass, trying to keep yourself in all fours, but it was proving to be difficult with the sheer force he used to ram into you. 

It had been a blur the way you got to his room in the barracks, your brain filled with lust for this man who was so goddamn big. That was one of his traits that had attracted you to him, though not the only trait; no matter how off putting or scary he seemed, especially when he was immersed in battle, you adored how feral he was. It translated just the same way in bed, the same wild grin on his face when he tore off your clothes, leaving you completely bare for him before throwing you on the bed and climbing on top of you, devouring your lips in a heated kiss. 

You had attempted to match his energy, but you knew you could never, at least not when you were both so submerged in your own desires. But you gave him a good thrill in trying to take a bit of control, and Kenpachi seemed to enjoy it greatly every time you attempted to get the upper hand. 

But you enjoyed the position you were currently in nonetheless, trying not to collapse onto the bed as his fingers digged into the flesh of your waist, forcing you to meet his hips with each rough thrust. 

“You’re always so tight,” Kenpachi grunted, hand sliding down your back to grope your butt. “No matter how much we fuck, you’re alway so fucking tight for me.”

You could only moan in response, gripping the sheets in your fist when he spread your ass cheeks to appreciate how his cock, coated in your slick and his precum, moved in and out of your hole. 

“Your pussy was made for my cock.”

You couldn’t see his face, a definite con of that position, but you knew he was smirking like the lecherous man he was. 

With a particular harsh jerk of his hips, you dropped your body to the bed, letting out a sharp yelp as his pace got harder. His hands left your body to brace them on each side of your head, Kenpachi hovering above you, so close you could feel his body heat against your back. 

“What was that noise you made? Are you begging for more?” He mocked you, licking at the curve of your shoulder. 

“Yes…” You replied, breathy and quiet against the sheets. 

Threading his fingers through your hair, Kenpachi tugged at it, jolting your head back roughly. 

“Say that again.”

“Yes! Yes, I want more, I need everything, I-” You gasped when he slammed his cock so hard inside you, you saw stars behind your lids. “I want- I can’t-”

“You’re adorable when you can’t even form a sentence.” Kenpachi groaned, dragging his tongue up your neck, making you whimper. 

When he let go of your hair to slide his hand around your neck, just at the same time the head of his cock pressed against your most sensitive spot, you couldn’t help the loud moan that slipped past your lips. He chuckled darkly against your ear, not slowing down for even a second.

“You sound so pretty every time, I wanna hear more.” Kenpachi moved his tongue over your earlobe, knowing fully well how easy it was to make you shiver by that act alone. 

Not that you needed more stimulation; he had groped and grabbed and licked every bit of you, and it was like you were running a fever. His hot body pressed against your back and the sheets ablaze made you think that the entire room was on fire. His cock deliciously gliding in and out of you made the heat blooming in your abdomen even more searing. 

You were practically bouncing off the bed with every snap of his hips, and you couldn’t stop mewling. The entire barracks must have known what you two were up to, but then again, it wasn’t even a surprise. Even if you hadn’t been whimpering like he was killing you with his cock, the sound of skin slapping against skin and the sinfully wet sound of your pussy swallowing his dick were enough to give off your activities. 

Not only have you been fucking for a while that night, but you had been fucking for a lot of nights prior. 

Your thighs started shuddering, warmth spreading from between your legs before you could even warn Kenpachi about your impending orgasm. 

“Are you gonna come already?” He asked against your cheek, keeping your head in place with the firm grip he had on your neck.

“I can’t- I can’t hold off anymore…” You gasped, with barely any air left in your lungs. 

“Such a needy girl,” Kenpachi groaned hoarsely when you clenched around him. “Go on then, be good and come for me.”

Your body responded naturally to him, and your back arched as much as it could against his body when you came. Sparks danced behind your lids, pleasure making your body shiver as your mouth hung open in a silent scream. 

“Fuck, baby, that’s it, ” Kenpachi praised you, prolonging the state of bliss you were in as his pace turned uneven, clearly affected by your walls pulsing against his cock. “Your pussy is fucking amazing.”

You were afraid you might have fainted if he kept going, too overstimulating when he kept slamming his hips against your ass, the head of his cock hitting so harsh inside of you it hurt so good. He was so close, his grunts and growls getting louder against your ear, the fingers around your neck digging just a little deeper into your skin. 

It was a different kind of fulfillment when Kenpachi bit your shoulder as he came. His cock throbbed, buried deep inside you, filling you to the brim with his cum. You moaned, sensitive yet completely pleased, smiling as he let you drop your head against the sheets. 

Oh, how you adored this man. You giggled once you caught your breath after a few moments, pressing a kiss to his cheek, earning a confused look from him.

Yeah, you were fine being broken by him. 

[ctrlsht]

Seat of Power | jungkook political au 01

pairing: ceo!jungkook x reader genre: political & yandere au

summary: in the world full of power and greed, there are people who seek freedom and peace. While the two rival families are fighting for different purposes, it's their son and daughter fighting for what they desire. You already buried the memories that happened that night while he already tattooed it on his mind. You've forgotten them while he's doing everything in his power to make it happen again.

chapter summary: after jungkook’s first encounter with you, he was determined to meet you again even if it’s against your own will. 

chapter warnings: alcohol consumption, undetailed smut, cheating, mention of abuse of political power, political rivalry, mention of corruption and drug operations, jk is showing his yandere tendencies, mention of killing someone word count: 9k

disclaimer: This is pure fiction and I do not condone the acts of Jeon Jungkook in the story. All events and occurrences in this story are all fictional and all are part of my imagination. And also, this fiction will be political.

One thing that Jungkook isn’t fond of is being inside a nightclub with a bunch of people that are dancing and singing like there is no tomorrow. He wasn’t a fan of parties particularly if he doesn’t know many people around him. And right now, he was just sitting in the corner watching the crowd go crazy. He drank the glass of whiskey that he’s holding and took a deep breath. When he looks at the dancing lights, he knows that he’s already intoxicated by the alcohol because the lights are too harsh to look at. 

He was already getting bored at this party. The only reason why he’s in here is mainly because his friend Hoseok hosted it. It was his 27th birthday and he doesn’t want to be a bad friend and ditch him. He wasn’t going to get drunk if he’s with his group of friends because he knew for sure that he loved watching them getting drowned in alcohol. But they are in the crowd wilding. He wasn’t in the mood for a wild dance and the only thing he can do is sit here and drink alone. 

He was already planning to leave the place when his eyes caught a woman wearing a halter metallic blue dress that was above her knees dancing along with her friends. She isn’t facing Jungkook so it was only her back that he can see but he was mesmerized with how her dress hugged her body. He was waiting for her to turn around and when she did, he was blown away. It wasn’t so long when he caught her eyes to look at him. She knew damn well that he was staring and she gave her that dance move that made Jungkook stand up from his seat and walked toward her. She’s like a diamond that shines in the dark. “You didn’t even hide how you were dripping over me.” She said as she loosely hold Jugkook’s neck while doing her moves. Jungkook immediately knew that she was drunk by the way her eyes stared at him. 

“Why would I hide it?” He smirked while caressing her waist. He narrows himself from her side to whisper. “What’s your name?” He asked. 

“Y/N.”

He admitted, meeting you is the only thing he likes during the whole night. Jungkook can’t help but admire your beauty and get turned on by how your body is dancing with his touch. It sounds cliche but when he’s with you, everything becomes blurred. He doesn’t notice how loud the music is and how the people are overpowering the dance floor. And with that, he closed the distance between the two of you. Your lips were so soft just how he imagined it would be. He wasn't surprised when you responded from his kiss. You pressed his nape to deepen the kiss and Jungkook’s palms traveled at your butt and squeezed it. 

And the next thing you both knew, you’re at Jungkook’s range rover. It was hell of a night for the both of you. You were at the top of him while he fucks you. You were so drunk and horny to even realize the things that you are doing while Jungkook is in heaven because of you. 

For Jungkook, it is the night that will forever linger in his mind, but for you, it is the night that you wish it never happened. 

When you woke up in an unfamiliar room and lying beside a man, you felt like a cold water splash in you. You immediately rose up and picked up your clothes. You were panicking while wearing your clothes and afraid that you might wake up the man sleeping. You are overwhelmed with fear and you take a deep breath to calm yourself. You then think of the things that happened last night and you hate it because you remember almost everything. You don’t even know the person lying in the bed and you don’t even know who he is but you end up looking up to check him up. And you wish you did not. 

Jeon Jungkook. The son of Jeon Tae-soo. The most influential member of the National Assembly yet he’s involved in graft and corruption and suspected of running an illegal drug dealing business operation. Your face turned white and you wished to burn in the ground. Your parents will kill you if they knew that you had a connection with him or any member of the Jeon family and most especially, your boyfriend will kill you when he found out that you slept with someone while both of you aren’t on good terms. 

You looked around and you weren’t surprised at how huge Jungkook’s bedroom is. A huge room painted with white matching the brown color of the huge curtains. His floors are fully carpeted and he has a couch in the corner of the room. The view of his window are the city of Seoul and if you weren’t in a fucked up situation, you would be thinking that you love to stay in here. But you are and you have to leave now. You gave Jungkook a last glance before you slowly and quietly left the room. 

—

Jungkook was disappointed when he woke up and didn’t see you. He wished that you stayed or he woke up first before you did. He touched the bottom of his lips as he remembered what happened last night. That thought alone turned him on. He remembers vividly the taste of you and how you moaned his name while he fucks your cunt. He remembers the texture of your skin and how soft they are. Jungkook touched the side of his bed where you slept and imagined that you were still lying beside him. The sun is already hitting his face but he chose to close his eyes while he caressed the pillow where you lie at. The room temperature is low yet he feels hot just by just thinking of you. 

He lies down and grabs his phone to find out how he is going to contact you. You’re at Hoseok’s party therefore, Hoseok knows you. How come he doesn’t know that Hoseok has a friend like you? He went to Hoseok’s instagram profile and looked at his following and typed your name and he was glad that your profile immediately appeared in the following list but unfortunately, your profile is private. He immediately hit the follow request and hoped that you would accept it right away. 

Jungkook opens the conversation box of him and Hoseok to message him.

JK: Do you have Y/N’s contact number?

Hoseok didn’t respond immediately so he visited your profile hoping that you already accepted his follow request but sadly, you still did not. He doesn’t even know how long he’s been staring at your profile icon. It was a stolen picture of you sitting in a cafe. Damn, you were so perfect and he can’t wait to meet you again. But his fantasies ended when his father’s name popped out on his phone screen. He already has an idea why his father called him. 

“Abeonim.” 

“Son, you might have forgotten that you have to be present in the press conference later this afternoon.” His father speaks. Jungkook closed his eyes as he massaged his temple before he responded.

“Yes I did not forget.” When his father dropped the call, he took a deep breath as he stared at the ceiling.

Jungkook’s family is one of the powerful families when it comes to politics. His father is the national assembly’s floor leader leading the people power party for almost 3 years while his grandfather used to work at the office of the president. Everyone is looking up to them by being the perfect politician and law-making people; however, behind closed doors, the Jeon family is the opposite of what the people see. They have to be the perfect public server and law-maker to cover all those dirty jobs they do. 

And now that his father’s name is at risk because there is another political enemy that filed a lawsuit against him, they have to clean it up. His father made to drop the case against him and now, he has to clear his name for the people to return their loyalty. 

They’re been doing this for years already. Even though there are people who tried to bring them down, no one succeeded. That’s how powerful and influential they are. 

The press conference ended smoothly and of course, one of the reasons why it succeeded is because all the media that was invited was in favor of them. Tae-soo won’t allow any reporter who would turn the table against him. 

Tae-soo made a toast for the success of the conference. Jungkook raises his wine glass before he sips it. The room is filled with a lot of politicians and the majority of them were in his father’s political party. He was just observing how his father celebrated getting away with everything as the other politician laughed along with his father. Ever since the conference started, he hasn't said anything. Maybe because he doesn’t have anything to say or maybe he was already getting tired with this setup. He’s afraid that he’d be choosing the latter. 

“But Mr. Jeon, you should be careful because Y/L/N Ye-jin is running to take a seat in the national assembly under democratic party.” Mr. Yun said, a member of the national assembly. 

“Let her have her wishful thinking because that won’t happen. I won’t let that woman enter the national assembly.” Jungkook’s father responds.

After that night, Jungkook is still in his blues since you hadn’t accepted his follow request and Hoseok doesn’t respond to his messages. He tried to call him but he wasn’t answering and he’s now getting displeased. On normal days, he doesn’t mind if his friends don't reply to his messages but right now, he wanted a response. Although Jungkook knew that the reason why Hoseok isn’t responding is because he was still wasted from last night but with Jungkook’s puerile attitude, he won’t accept it. Now that the next day came, he went straight to Hoseok's office with annoyance in him. The first thing that he sees when he opens the door is Hoseok lying on the couch with a book covering his face.

“You know damn well that I can fire you right now.” The first thing that Jungkook said and Hoseok just groaned in response. “Why aren’t you answering my text?”

“Give me a break, man. I haven't been well since my birthday.” Hoseok turned to the other side.

“And whose fault is that?”

Hoseok has been working in Jungkook’s company ever since they graduated. Both of them have been friends since highschool and both of their fathers are in politics. The only difference is, political position is the only source of living of the Jung family while Jeon family is still a billionaire without a political position. The Jeon family owns a real estate company with a market value of 1.3B won. And even though Jeon Tower Corp doesn’t exist, they make billions of won with Jeon Tae-soo’s favorite business behind closed doors: drugs. 

“What is your text anyways?” Hoseok asked—still not moving in his position.

“Do you know Y/N? She’s at your party the other day.” Jungkook sat at the coach opposite to Hoseok. 

“Y/F/N? Yeah. She’s a friend of mine. We became friends from a common friend.” Hoseok turned his body to face Jungkook but he’s still enjoying the comfort of his couch. “What about her?”

“I want her number.” Hoseok’s eyes widened and he immediately sat down from his position. “What? You looked surprised.” Jungkook added. 

“Holy shit! What happened with the both of you during the party?” Hoseok moves towards Jungkook to listen to him. 

“It’s none of your business. Just give it to me.” from Hoseok’s mood a while ago, now he doesn’t look like he’s sick after all. However, Hoseok suddenly frowned before he spoke.

“Oh man, I hate to break this to you but she’s taken.”

With what Hoseok said, Jungkook was suddenly taken aback. It felt like heaven and the earth fell from him. He didn’t notice that he was staring at Hoseok for a few seconds already. 

“But we fucked. A lot of times.” Hoseok’s mouth dropped to the ground and his eyes were wider than before and he said loudly his first curse of the day.

“Motherfucker! Are you being for real?! Her and Namjoon have been in a relationship for a year or two already!” Hoseok’s hands flew to his mouth to cover them from the shocking news he just heard.

Jungkook didn’t say anything. It felt like he hadn't processed everything that his friend just said. He looked away and to be honest, his head was empty. 

“Did Y/N cheated on Namjoon? Holy shit it can’t be. They were the perfect couple.” Even Hoseok cannot believe everything. He’s been speaking a lot and Jungkook isn’t even listening. After a few moments of having his mind empty, the first thing he thought was why did she do it? Why did she let me fuck her like she doesn’t have someone to do it for her?

Your actions screams you were single and fucking ready to get taken. You dance in his touch like no one has been touching you for years. You kissed him like you were thirsty and you fucked him like there is no tomorrow. You let him fuck and marked you like you were his. But why did you let that happen even though you were in a relationship?

Jungkook is disappointed. Very disappointed. Yet there is something that’s telling him to still shoot his shot. 

“I still want her number.” Jungkook responded after everything his friend said. 

“The hell man? After all I said?” 

“Just fucking give it to me!” Jungkook is already frustrated because Hoseok has a lot to say that he doesn’t even ask. 

“K, fine.I’ll send it to you.” Hoseok grabbed his phone from the center table and immediately sent your number to Jungkook. “Ah, kook.” Hoseok said, realizing something. “Are you also aware that Y/N’s family is a big rival of your family? Y/N’s mother is the person who usually files a lawsuit against your father.”

And it hit him. Y/L/N Ye-jin has a similar last name to yours. Out of all that Hoseok said, it was what he didn’t expect the most. You’ve been hearing Mrs. Y/L/N’s name a lot of times from his father and grandfather. She’s been a threat of the family for years already. Out of all his family’s rivalry, Mrs. Y/L/N is the name that he heard the most because she never stops trying to bring them down. 

After Hoseok’s birthday party, you were uneasy up until now. It’s been a week yet your conscience is still eating you alive. You never tell anyone what happened between you and Jungkook during the party. You were also scared that there might be someone who saw you dancing with him or someone saw you leaving the place with him. And the worst part is, the next day when things happen between you and Jungkook, Namjoon asked for forgiveness. You and your boyfriend had a huge fight because you were accusing him of cheating yet it turns out that you were the one who cheated. Conscience doesn’t let you sleep. 

You really wanted to tell the truth to Namjoon but once you do, it’s over for the both of you and you won’t want that to happen. 

You were still occupied from your seat when the head manager of your department calls for a meeting with all interns and you find it weird since the head manager doesn't call for a sudden meeting.

“To pass your six months probationary period, you’d be tasked to be part of a different department in a partnered company. You’d be the first interns to experience an outside company task which would be a big opportunity since you would be working in a bigger corporate organization.” The manager starts. 

“It would train you all to be equipped and to be intelligent when you face a bigger problem. Of course, it would benefit our company as well since you gain a wider knowledge.”

You were occupied with your own thoughts and you weren’t actually listening. You’ve been slacking at your job and it is something you should worry about because you were not yet a regular employee. But here you are, not paying attention to what your head manager is saying. 

Before you sleep that night, you received a follow request notification from your instagram account. The user is Hoseok. You find it strange because Hoseok already has an account. But then his bio said ‘2nd account’ so you didn’t overthink it and just hit the accept button before you follow him back. A username caught your eye before you pressed the home button of your account. It was Jungkook’s profile. He was in your follow request for a week already and you do not have the plan to accept him. He only reminds you of the mistake you made that night and you wanted to forget about it and move on. Out of all the usernames in your follow request, his user is the only one you deleted. Maybe you should fully forget everything that happens to give yourself peace. 

—

After three days, the final probationary task starts and the interns of your company including you are now in JTC. A real estate company. You don’t really think much about the task because you know that your company won’t kick any interns as long as the one month task is completed. Everything would be the same and the only difference is, you’re not in your company. 

You were tasked to be part of the finance department and it kinda sucks because you were alone while the other interns are all together. The supervisor gave a quick tour to meet your colleagues and familiarize you with the office. You were starting to get bored and felt relieved when it's almost over. You only have to  meet the CEO before you go and start your work. 

Jungkook is sitting in his swivel chair while playing with his pen and shaking his legs. His heartbeat was far from normal and he couldn't stop looking at his wrist watch. It was taking so long. The interns should be here. You should be here. But before he knew it, he heard a knock on the door and it swung open. 

“Sir, the interns are here.” The supervisor entered as she was followed by the interns. Followed by you. He stands up in his seat and walks toward the supervisor. “These are Yohan, Wheein, Moonbyul and Mina. They are tasked to be in the marketing department while this is Y/N. She is tasked to be in the finance department.” You were wearing a white long sleeve blouse that is tucked into your above-the-knee skirt with a pair of 2-inch black shoes and the end of your pitch black hair is curled. You also have accessories that emphasize your elegance. It was very different from what you wear on Hoseok’s birthday yet you were still perfect. The truth is,  he started to like you more. 

Jungkook doesn’t leave his eyes on you. It was obvious that you weren’t pleased to be here but he doesn’t care. You are already here to work under him. It’s been almost two weeks since the last time he saw you and the change in your personality is visible. That night, you were a wolf wilding in the middle of the forest. Now, you were a puppy that was lost in a big crowd. How interesting. Despite the change of personality, he was still longing for you. It takes a lot of self control not to jump over you and kiss you like how he kissed you that night. It’s been almost two weeks but he remembered everything like it just happened yesterday. 

Jungkook doesn’t want to overwhelm you too much because it was obvious that you were shocked to see him so he didn’t say much and let you and the others leave his office and start your work. 

It’s already been minutes after you left the office along with the others yet he was still staring at the door. To be honest, it wasn’t sinking in him that you are now in here. In his company and ready to work. He planned it all. Everything that just happened, it was all his plan. He was satisfied with how everything turned out. 

He sat back in his chair and grabbed his phone to visit your instagram profile. You have a new story that is about 1 hr ago. It was a selfie of you. You were smiling wide with a heart emoji and he immediately took a screenshot. He wasn’t using his account. In fact, it was Hoseok’s. It was funny because he created an account under Hoseok’s profile to follow you and he wasn’t surprised when you immediately accepted it. But then he was kinda hurt when you deleted his follow request after you accepted Hoseok’s. But that’s not the important thing now. What’s important is that you're here and about to work with him. 

—

“How's the last task in your probationary period? Have you already transferred to the new company?” You were started when your mother asked that over dinner. You didn’t expect that she would remember it. You mentioned it last time and you didn’t find it a big deal. But now, it is and you wouldn’t want your family to know that you are working under the company of their rivals. 

You and your family were having a conversation over dinner. It’s how your family stays connected with each other despite all the busy schedule of the day. And also, dinner is the only thing that all of you are complete, therefore, you always take the opportunity to catch up with one another.

“The company discontinued it. They decided not to do it because they find it a waste of time.” You reasoned out before you took a bite of your food.

“Well actually, that’s weird if they continue it. You apply to them but they let you work in another and much better company.” Your younger sister Minji commented. “What company were you supposed to work for?” She suddenly asked.

“A-ahhh.” You stuttered. You looked at her as she waited for your answer. “P-Pungbuhan Reality.” You answered and her left eyebrow rose. 

“Pungbuhan Realty? I never heard of that.” 

“After the press conference of Jeon Tae-soo last May 7th, he was back at work and donated 23 Million won for a charity event.”

The news caught your family’s attention. They were watching and if looks could kill, the TV would probably explode. 

“The audacity of that monster! Charity event of what? Drug dealing charity?! Of course he would fake his donation to make the people believe that he was the good one! He’s making a fool of everyone!” Your mother spoke with anger. You were watching the news while your family was throwing comments against Jeon Tae-soo. It was obvious how your family loathed him. The truth is, your family loathed the whole Jeon family. They've witnessed how the Jeon family played the game. Both of your parents are working with the law. Your mother is the governor of Seoul while your father is a public attorney. Both of them knew how dirty the Jeon is when it comes to politics and how they are hungry for power. They would do anything for money and power.

So as much as possible, you wouldn’t want them to know that you are working under Jeon. You didn’t want this in the first place. You were about to move on from your mistake but then, this happened. Now, you have no choice but to comply with everything or else, you’d end up unemployed. 

You were having a smooth work at your desk when your supervisor called you to submit a file in Jungkook’s office. You were thinking of saying no but you realized that you’re working at the moment and you have to be professional enough so you took the files from your supervisor and took a deep breath. For you to loosen up, you just think that maybe he already forgot everything that happened. Maybe it wasn’t a big deal for him and you were just overthinking things. 

Jungkook fixed his posture when he heard a knock from the door. He already expected who’s going to enter the door and he can’t help but to smile before he told the person to enter. He bit the inside of his cheeks to prevent himself from smiling while you enter his office. You were like a flower that bloomed. You were so beautiful and he wishes that he could stare at you forever.

“Sorry to interrupt but Mrs. Chong asked me to give this to you.” You spoke in a low voice. You weren’t looking at him while you were putting the files down to his table. You hoped that he couldn't hear the loud beats of your heart. “I’d be going now.” You said and you turned around but before you even touched the door knob, Jungkook spoke.

“I’d like to speak with you.” your body suddenly froze and you started to shake when you heard him. You slowly turn to face him once again. He poked the inside of his cheeks using his tongue and it’s obvious that he’s preventing to smile. “Please take a seat.” He pointed at the chair in front of him. You were starting to sweat as you sat on the chair. 

“Aren’t you going to say anything, Ms. Y/N?” He asked while smiling. 

“Wha-what am I supposed to say?” if you angels are watching over now, they would fucking punch you on what you suddenly said. You’re stuttering, you sound sarcastic and a total disrespectful tone. You won’t be surprised if you suddenly become unemployed after this. 

On the contrary, Jungkook found you adorable. You were obviously nervous and you just wanted to leave but he likes it when you are nervous around him. In fact, he loves it. He doesn’t even know if he was supposed to love the feeling. But then again, he’s the only one that would know how he loves it when you get nervous around him. You were the complete opposite of how you act that night and how you act right now. He might believe that you were a totally different person. 

“I don’t know. What’s on your mind right now?” He answered with a question. You looked uncomfortable in your seat and your eyes were traveling around. You can’t answer him so he asks another question. “How’s your work so far?”

“It was… okay.” You answered and you tried to look him in the eye but you just can’t.

“Do you like working here?” He asks again. 

“It’s okay.” He suddenly chuckled a few seconds after you responded. You looked at him like he was weird but again, he found you adorable. 

“Do you know how you were so different right now from the last time I saw you?” Your face immediately turned red when he asked that. You looked away and he leaned to get close to you. You obviously didn’t anticipate that and he was enjoying it. He loves every reaction you make. 

“D-do you have something important to say because I still have work to do, if you d-don’t mind.” You respond still stuttering. 

“But I mind, Y/N. And the thing that I am going to discuss with you right now is much more important than the work that you were about to do.” With how he spoke, he sounded so professional but in reality, it was full of shits. You thought. 

“I wanted to ask, why didn’t you wake me up before you left the next day?” You really can’t take this conversation so you stand up and prepare to leave. 

“Sir, I’m sorry but I really have to leave.” You said and you turned around but before you walked away, he spoke.

“Why don’t you want to talk about it, Y/N? Is it because you don’t want to admit that you also enjoyed it or is it because of your boyfriend?”

How did he know about Joon? He doesn’t even know who you are not after that night. 

Or that’s what you thought. You’re a daughter of their rival. 

You faced him once again while you were trying to hold your tears. “Please, I know what I did was wrong and I am asking for your forgiveness.” You speak in a low voice. 

“Oh, sweetheart, there’s nothing to forgive about. In fact, I have so much fun and if you would give me a chance, I’d love to do it again.” Jungkook sounds so sweet and he also sounds like what he said isn't wrong. 

“It was a mistake and I regret that it happened. I’m so sorry Jungkook. It wasn't supposed to happen.” Jungkook’s delightful mood slowly turned into bitterness. He doesn’t like what you said and he wanted you to take it back. 

“But it happened already, Y/N and ever since it happened, you cannot leave my mind. I can remember exactly how you feel that night.” he was dead serious as he spoke. Very different from the bubbly Jungkook just a while ago. He stood up and slowly walked towards you. You wanted to walk away but it seems like your feet are glued on the ground. He caressed your right cheeks and wiped away the tears that fell. You didn’t even notice that you were tearing already. He looked at your eyes with so much intensity and before you knew it, he closed the distance of the both of you. It took you seconds to realize it before you pushed him away and your palms met his cheeks. You were stunned to speak and he didn’t even move after you slapped him. Before something happens again, you immediately storm out of his office and you leave him dumbedfound. 

You were rushing to get out of the building as you wiped your tears. You didn’t even notice that people were staring at you as you passed them. You already forgot to pretend that nothing happened but in reality, you can’t fake your emotions right now. It’s too much to take. There are a lot of thoughts that are coming in your head and you don’t even know how you are going to deal with it.

You try to calm yourself after you exit the building. You looked at the tall and beautiful yellow ginkgo trees. You took a deep breath and inhaled the fresh air to keep yourself composed. You looked at the busy streets of Seoul as you calmed down.

There must be a reason why Jungkook is doing this to you and you know for sure that it’s because of your family. You know damn well how your parents do their best to expose the Jeon family and to stop their wrongful activities. You pressed both of your lips together and you curled your fingers into your palm. What  just happened proves that your family’s allegations toward Jeon Jungkook and the rest of his family are absolute truth. 

Jungkook planned everything. You don’t know where he starts but he planned something. It might have already started way back at Hoseok's party or when he found out that you’re one of the interns. You know damn well that he’s going to use you to pay for every damage that your family brought to his family. He’s going to ruin you and you hate to admit it but the thought of it terrifies you. He got all the money and power but you only got courage and integrity. The law might be on your side but he got the resources to turn the table.

—

Jungkook is having dinner with his father and grandfather at the mansion. He hasn’t said much unless they asked him something. He’s always like this. Quiet and observant mostly when he’s with his family or with the other people in the political side. 

“By the way, father. I’ve already closed the 15 Million deal with the Ridge organization. The shipment would be during midnight. And I’ve received the payment from Jang Won Yeong this morning. It’s crazy that he paid with 30 Million worth of cash.” Tae-soo discusses it with his father as he wipes the stain from his side lips. His father put his utensils down and gave his son a smile. 

“You’re too good at this, son. I wonder when you’re going to train Jungkook in this kind of business we have.” Jungkook’s grandfather looked at him but his eyes didn’t look away at the food he’s eating.

“Let’s not pressure him. It’s not yet the time, father. For now, he should focus on managing JTC since it’s the only thing that his mother left him.” His father said as he tapped his shoulder and the only thing he did was glance at his father. Responding in this kind of discussion is only a waste of energy. 

“Tae-soo, are you already aware that Y/L/N Ye-Jin announced her candidacy aiming for a seat in the national assembly under democratic party?” Grandfather asked.

“I knew already. As if she can take a seat. She doesn’t have the power to have it.” And with that, both Jungkook’s father and grandfather laugh in union. However, Jungkook looked at both of them with repugnance. It’s the first time that he felt that way when they mentioned your mother’s name. They have been detesting your mother for a long time yet this is the only time he reacted. Mentioning your mother feels like they are also mentioning your name and he isn’t liking it. 

That same evening, Jungkook went to the nightclub where Hoseok hosted his birthday party and he was with his three trusted friends. He’s been visiting this place for almost every week hoping that he’ll see you again. Hoping that he can dance with you, kiss you and bring you home one more time. Just like that night. 

It’s been days since the incident in his office happened and he hadn’t seen you after that. You didn’t resign but you filed a sick leave. He knew that you weren’t sick but he let you be. He admitted that what he did to you isn’t right and he knows that he has offended you. He’s been planning to make it up to you but he didn’t know how. He’s been attempting to message you from the number that Hoseok gave him but he’s afraid that you’ll only ignore him. Or worse, you might block him. 

“Dude, you’re here to have fun. Not to attend someone’s burial.” Jimin lightly bumps Jungkook’s shoulder as he drinks his glass of whiskey. 

“Yeah, man. You’ve been inviting us here for a week already but you don’t even look like you’re having fun!” Taehyung added and Jungkook just rolled his eyes in response before he looked at the crowd again. 

“I told y’all. He's been broken-hearted for weeks already.” Hoseok joked and the two laughed. 

“Shut the fuck up, hyung.” He responded without looking at them. He's been looking at the ground even though the lights are becoming harsh to look at but he endured it hoping to see you among them.

“But seriously, Kook. You really have to move on. She already made it clear to you that it was only a mistake and she also apologized. She’s already in a relationship, man. You're only going to hurt yourself if you pursue her.” Taehyung speaks as he rests his arms on Jungkook's shoulder.

Trust him when he says that he already tried it. He tried to forget about you and move on but damn, he just can’t do it. Day by day as he tries not to think of you, he will end up visiting your instagram profile. He would unconsciously recall the things that both of you did that night. He would stare at the side of his bed where you lie down as he imagines that you were there. He should be changing his bed sheets but he couldn’t do it because it was the only thing that he can remember from you. It was the only thing where he could feel your presence and he wouldn’t want it to fade away. There are nights that he was masturbating at the thought of you and the truth is, he couldn't come if he wasn’t thinking of you. You were the only one who could put him in heaven. He tried hooking up with someone once and he regretted it. No one can beat how good you are. He only ended up craving more for you. 

The next day, Jungkook heard that you submitted a resignation letter from your company and he immediately called the company to tell them not to accept your resignation letter. He ordered his secretary to discuss with your company the things that they should do to you. He wouldn't let that happen. He doesn’t want you to leave your work just because of him and most especially, he wouldn’t allow you to cut your connection with him. 

—

“Y-you what?” You can’t believe what your company CEO has told you. She did not approve your resignation letter for the reason that you were still in a probationary period and in addition, you aren’t technically working for them in the meantime. Therefore, the only option you have is to wait for the probationary period to end or you have to submit a resignation letter to JTC since you are working at them right now. It’s bullshit because it was their accountability since you weren’t the one who chose to have a probationary period in another company. You find it unfair. 

“I’m sorry, Y/N. It was the company’s policy. Maybe you can submit your resignation letter to JTC and they might approve it.” She says.

“But I’m still under your company even though I’m having my probationary task in JTC.” You reason out.

“You’re correct, however, while you’re in JTC, they are the one who’s in control of you therefore, they are the one who are capable of accepting your resignation letter.” You don’t want to be disrespectful but you can’t help but to roll your eyes and turn away. You really can’t believe that you’re in this situation right now. It was fucking rediculous. You feel like destiny is playing with you. At this point, you wanted to use some of your family’s power to get you away with this situation but of course, they won’t allow it. They don’t take advantage of the power they have. They would also kill you if they found out that you’re working under the Jeon family. Or maybe they can think otherwise since you weren’t aware. They might help you get away. But then, you were afraid to confront your family about this. 

And now, you can’t believe that you’re standing in front of Jeon Jungkook’s office door to submit a resignation letter. You have to face him once again and you hope that the event will be in favor of you this time. You knock three times before you open the double door. You peak for a while before you enter. Jungkook isn’t looking at you but to the files in front of him. You cleared your throat to get his attention and when he did, you closed the door to face him.

His office is so enormous that you could be lost in it. His office table is located at the front of the door so when you enter, he’s the first thing that you’ll see. It’s also bright because it doesn’t have any curtains and his office is surrounded with a massive glass where you can view the city of Seoul in 300 degrees. 

He isn’t speaking and he’s obviously busy working on whatever files in front of him. You slowly walked towards him as you handled your letter. He only glances at your letter and proceeds on reading his files. When you figured that he’s ignoring you, you put down the letter on his desk. 

“It’s a resignation letter… Sir.” you speak but he hasn’t said anything. After a few moments, he decided to close the folder in front of him to pay attention to you. He rested his chin on his hands as he looked at you with his straight face. 

“You’re resigning for what reason?” He asks and you can’t help but to feel intimidated.

“I got a better opportunity. It'd be a waste if I didn’t grab it.” Both of your hands were stuck together as you responded. “It’s all in the letter.” You added. He did his mannerism where he poked the inside of his cheeks with his tongue. 

“Do you seriously think that the ‘better opportunity’ that you are talking about will accept you? You haven’t even accomplished your probationary period and you have the audacity to resign after you only work for two days in my company?” He’s being sarcastic and he’s emphasizing every word he speaks. You didn’t respond right away and the silence filled the both of you.

“Believe me when I say that no one will hire you if you resign now.” He said before he opened another file to read. 

“Then so be it.” You whisper but it’s enough for him to hear it. You were looking at your feet while playing with your fingers. “I appreciate your concern but it’s my decision to make.”

It somehow hurted Jungkook. You ignore the things that might happen to you if you resigned but you wouldn’t mind because you’re itching to leave this company. To leave him.  

The truth is, he’s the reason why you’re in this situation right now. The reason why you end up having an ‘unnecessary’ probationary period right now. It wasn’t in your company’s policy but with his power, he can make it happen just for you to be close to him. But it hurted him because it’s obvious how you don’t really want to be in this situation. How you really want to get away despite the consequences that might happen. 

But he won’t let you go just like that. He would do anything in his power to make you his. He’s been intoxicated by you and nothing can cure it. 

With a snap, Jungkook’s intimidating and heavy aura changed. He looked at you with a pleading eye as he sighed. He slowly stood up from his seat without looking at you and he walked towards the giantinc window. He looked at the view before he faced you. You were still in your position waiting for him to talk. 

“Y/N, listen. What happened the first time we encountered each other and the last thing that happened to us is my fault.” He started. “And I would like to sincerely apologize for what happened.”

“You were drunk that night and I admitted that I took advantage of it. I didn’t know that you’re in a relationship and I’m sorry. When I found out that you have a boyfriend, it did hurt my pride because I felt wronged. I thought that you also like what happened to us that night and I’m sorry if I misunderstood that.” He explained with a low and soft voice hoping that his sincerity touches you. You were waiting for him to continue and he did.

“I don’t have any excuse for my actions last time and I know that I’m out of line. I’m being a jerk and I have no excuse for that. I really want to apologize because it appears that my actions affected your decision when you decided to resign.” He was trying to catch your eyes and it seems that you were avoiding it. In fact, you are avoiding it because you knew that you were also the one to blame. He wouldn't have acted this way if you didn’t trigger him that night. You felt guilty because it appears that it was all his fault but in fact, you were the one who should be aware because you’re the one who’s in a relationship. You are the first to blame.

“U-uh, you see, I was at fault too, Jungkook. You shouldn’t take all the blame.” You speak after your long silence. “And I think that it’s better for us not to see each other again.” Jungkook immediately shook his head after you said it. He walks toward you.

“No, Y/N. We don’t have to do that. We can just forgive each other and forget all the things that happened.” He was in the urge to touch both of your shoulder but he save all his self control not to do it

You shook your head and looked away. “That’s not only the issue here. Do you even know who I am before you even met me during Hoseok’s party?” You started to sound annoyed because Jungkook doesn’t look like he understands the whole situation.

And with that, he realized what you were implying. You were talking about both of your family and it looks like it was a big deal for you. “Do you realize now? I shouldn’t be here in the first place because my family despises your family including you.” The tone of your voice rises. “And god knows you might be planning something against me or my family.”

“Why would I do that?”

“I don’t know?! Cause you’re basically Jeon Jungkook?!” You were starting to get angry. You don’t have a plan to argue with him about this. You don’t even have the plan to open this up because you thought that he’ll understand it immediately. But he’s acting dumb about it.

“Look, Y/N, I don’t give a fuck regarding the issue about your family and mine—”

“You don’t give a fuck? You don’t give a fuck?! Why? Because you’re a fucking privilege?! Because it doesn’t affect you and your power nor money?!” You cut him off because you were already fuming mad. You remember how your parents despise his family because of how greedy they are and right now, it’s showing. You try to calm down when he doesn't respond and it looks like he doesn’t have to plan to say anything. He was just staring at you.

You take a deep breath before you speak again. “You might be unbothered with the whole situation regarding both of our family but everything is political for me. I don’t want to get involved in any way with your family and it includes you. I am expecting that you would understand me.” You said with a low voice after you calmed down. He still isn’t speaking when you decide to turn your back to leave the office. “I also hope that this is the last time we see each other.” 

—

“It looks good on you.” 

You bit your lower lips to prevent yourself from smiling. You turned around for Namjoon to check the whole look. Both of you are having a shopping date around Myeongdong and right now, you’re asking him to check out the maxi dress that you are trying out. You give your boyfriend a quick peck on his lips before you return inside the dressing room. You decide to buy it because you love how your boyfriend looks at you while you wear the dress. 

You’re in a relationship with Namjoon for a year and a half but he still gives you the same amount of butterflies just like in your first months. You might be used to his presence but you never get tired of it and you wish that it will last forever. He was your first love and hoping to be the last. 

It’s been almost three months since your last encounter with Jeon Jungkook. You didn’t even wait if your resignation was approved or not and you didn’t return to his company nor your previous company. Of course your family finds it strange when you tell them that you resigned but you ended up saying the same reason you told Jungkook. ‘Better opportunity’. Who are you even fooling? And until now, your family didn’t know about you having a probationary period in a company of the Jeons. Not just them, but Namjoon also doesn’t have any idea that you’ve been there nor he has an idea about what you did with the younger Jeon. You already buried that horrible memory. 

While you already buried your memories with Jungkook, he did the other side. Those memories were already tattooed in his mind. You might have forgotten it already but he decided to keep it in him. It might look like he has already given up but he’s just buying himself some time to get you again. You might be thinking that he already cut the connection between the both of you but that is something that he wouldn’t allow to happen. 

He’s always with you. Wherever you go or whatever you’re doing, he knew. He found out where you live and where you’re working right now. What you’re doing during the weekends or your free time. He knew everything. He has someone to look up for you. They reported every detail about you. But sometimes when he’s free, he’s the one doing it. Just like right now that you’re with your boyfriend. He learned a lot about you and the only thing he dislikes is how you’re crazy about your boyfriend. Sometimes, he desires to kill him just to end your fantasies but he wasn’t like his father and grandfather. He doesn’t want to get his hands dirty just to get what he wants. 

The one he called ‘looking up’ on you was supposed to be just a one time thing. He just wanted to check up on you because after the last scene in his office, he doesn’t have any news about you. But then, after that one time thing, he didn’t realize that he did it again. For the second, third, forth until he loses his count. 

You were like a drug that he can’t seem to let go. Everytime he tries to stop, he feels like he’s losing his mind. He got so addicted that even the gods cannot help him already. A weekly view of you isn’t enough already. He wanted a dose of you in his daily life so he ended up hiring someone to get his dose. Of course he was aware that what he’s doing isn’t right and there is something wrong with him but then, the forbidden one is the most delicious. He wouldn’t admit it to himself.

He was tolerable not until he got so greedy that he wanted more of you. There is something that’s telling him to stop with his madness but it motivates him more to drive so crazy. Whatever he’s doing, no one knows. Even his father, grandfather or even his friends because he will not like whatever they are going to say. 

He drives away when he sees you entering a new boutique. He’s enough for today because he doesn’t like what he’s seeing right now. He’s just going to see you again tomorrow maybe. 

As he entered the entrance of their mansion, he heard the loud voice of his father in the living room. His father sounds so mad and it makes him wonder why. He saw his father with his grandfather along with some of their political party. They were discussing something and it looks like it didn't turn out well.

“That witch of a woman! She’s already getting on my nerves! Can you believe it? She managed to provide useless evidence that we stole the funds of the financial services commission?! And what? With the help of her stupid idiotic husband?!” His father’s voice was like thunder. 

“Tae-soo, it would be better if we fabricate–

His father cut a man off. “How can you be this stupid, Lim?! It is an original copy! How can you fabricate it, huh?!”

After a moment, the sardonic laughter of his grandfather fills the room and everyone looks at him. “Oh look who’s talking.” His grandfather said sarcastically. “You called Lim a stupid well in fact, you’re also one.” He added. Tae-soo didn’t respond with his father’s remarks. His father stood up to face him. 

“You’re the one to blame, son. You left your evidence.” He looked directly into his son’s eyes. A while ago, Tae-soo was ruling the night with his lighting and thunder. Now, he was like a puppy that got disciplined by his owner.

The grandfather broke his eye-contact from his son and turned away. “Do you know what you should do?” The grandfather asked Tae-soo while he’s waiting for his father’s continuation. 

“You should teach her some lessons.” The grandfather looked at his son again. “Or better yet, get rid of Y/L/N Ye-jin.”

Jungkook didn’t anticipate what his grandfather said. His mouth was opened agape. He was suddenly filled with fear. He was used in his family’s action and he hates  to admit it but it includes killing. 

He never interfered with his family’s business and decisions even before. He is just used to listening to what they want him to do. He never questions them because he knows that he isn’t capable of doing such things. He was indoctrinated with their beliefs and it is to be always in power. 

But now, you were involved with this mess and he wouldn't let it happen even if he goes against his own family.

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[transmutationisms]

Do you have a personal answer to the question of "why is Roman so fucked up about sex"? CSA (if so, by a character we know, or other?) or something else? If you've talked about this before my bad, I'm new to the blog but loving it :)

one of the things i think is so graceful about roman's sex issues storyline is that the show doesn't imply that any one singular event necessarily caused him to feel this way in a linear A -> B fashion. i'm not hostile to the idea that roman may have experienced overt sexual violence, given that he grew up in the sexual violence corporation, but if he did i don't believe the show will ever tell us that (and frankly, i think we would have gotten more explicit prompting by this point, akin to the scene in argestes where logan hits him), and i also just think that regardless, it would still be overly simplistic to go from "experienced trauma event" straight to "acts this way about sex" when we already have such rich text and subtext on this subject. i think there are a few things going on:

1. logan always punished roman for failing to meet his standards of masculinity. logan saw him as weak and soft; he's unable to fuck anything in a business sense, which reverberated into how logan perceived him as a sexual deviant as well;

2. specifically, roman repeatedly demonstrates attraction to men, which logan considered perverted and effeminate. this resulted in surveillance of roman's sexuality, which logan was disgusted by and couldn't even think openly about ("never figured you for a faggot") and created a situation where roman couldn't do any kind of sexual exploration or acceptance without his father's voice in his head shaming him and surveilling him; encounters with women or interest in women were filtered through the lens of what would please logan and what logan desired sexually, because logan saw his sons' sexual expressions as extensions of his own and roman still feels trapped by that;

3. and partly as a result of the above, roman's relationship to his own body is fraught (consider his body-checking, tight clothes, the specific manner in which he eats, the ramifications of logan physically abusing him, the frequency with which he looks in mirrors, etc);

4. roman grew up ensconced in a corporate world in which sex was violence and sexual violence was simply the language through which all desire was expressed; logan's definition of masculinity included being the one doing the 'fucking', something that roman was not inclined to do either in a literal or metaphorical sense; his relationship to sex is essentially experiencing it as a violation and a locus of psychological and physical abuse from his father.

stringing this all together, i think it's plenty to explain why roman doesn't want to fuck; why he finds it gross and potentially threatening; and why, in his language, he frequently presents himself as both a gross pervert and as the vulnerable bottom of the sexual hierarchy ('a camp counsellor in my butt when i was 12', 'a babysitter i can fuck'). sex is the currency of power in the roy family and roman is demeaned for his effeminacy, which is to say also his attraction to men and his lack of appetite for 'killing' or 'business-fucking' or literal fucking.

[ectoplasmic-entity]

Yooooo, I just wanna ask if I can get a Dan x Reader! But add some smut on the side 😎 (it can be any scenario lmao)

Here ya go, anon! I decided to try out a scenario involving quick sex.

I hope you don't mind that I decided to write a male reader, I haven't written that yet .3.

Genre: Smut

Rating: Explicit (MINORS DNI)

Content Warnings: Short but heavy kissing sequence, a bit of foreplay, semi-public sex, semi-clothed sex, quick sex

Words: 3k+

Time moves too slowly for you. Stiff, wooden chairs, you decide, aren’t good for you. To the point you’d rather sit on someone’s lap than feel your butt go numb. You shift around anxiously in your seat. It’s not that you have any physical or medical ailments. Frustration boils in your gut and impatience sways your mindset.

The meeting was supposed to have begun by now. It seems, though, that the other members are taking their sweet time to arrive.

Genuinely, you wish you aren’t here right now. You’d rather be back home with your partner and get up in whatever shenanigans he causes. Or just have some time to yourselves without interruption.

Your arms fold down on the table, you lean forward. The empty, dim lit room looms over you. A sense of isolation washes over you. Antique furniture sits all around you, their creeping silence deafens you. The longer you stare at them, the more you almost expect the furniture to spring to life just to take away the emptiness.

Your insides twist with the discomfort of longing. Your heart drums in your chest, and you feel goosebumps tingle on your skin. You press your legs together, and your skin continues to tingle with phantom touches that you are familiar with, yet it seems so far away.

A sharp inhale and a slow exhalation. You shiver with a much deeper sense of longing.

You rest your head on your arms, try to relax. Likewise, you close your eyes to stave off the crushing isolation. Focus on calming yourself on the inside. Another deep inhale.

The empty conference room’s bare, dull colours seem persistent on making sure you know you’re alone. The walls stand above you, it stretches up and up. The ceiling at one point seems far away, and you get dizzy looking at it. Then it suddenly appears closer, and you can’t help feel the nauseating claustrophobia it brings.

Without realizing it, you stand straight up, the chair clatters behind you. Your mind wanders far away, the thrum of your heart leads you to what you desire the most. Right into the arms of your partner, whose presence is as ominous as it is powerful.

Your skin tingles.

His name on the tip of your tongue. “Dan…”

You look right up ahead, your eyes glance around in suspicion. You’re almost certain you can feel the walls watching.

If no one’s coming, not even a single one of them…then you don’t need to be here. You’re just wasting your time.

A grin appears on your face, it tightly pulls your facial muscles with internal excitement. You scoot past the elongated table and make a brisk walk for the doors. There is a small skip in your step as you get closer.

Footsteps echo off, getting quieter and quieter. As though it affirms that you’re free to go. Hand around the brass knob, an antiquated squeak emits as you turn it.

You jolt in shock when a pair of arms wrap around your waist. A deep, low voice speaks in your ear.

“What’s my favourite human doing?”

Your heart races. You involuntarily shiver and exhale slowly.

Tentatively, you guide your hand behind you. It feels something of a curve and how it feels particularly muscular. The drum of your heart gradually thunders in anticipation. A warmth swells in your chest.

The name balances on your tongue, though you don’t say it because you already know who it is.

“What are you doing here?” You ask in exasperation.

There is a deep sigh of contention. The arms unwrap and pull away from you, allowing you to turn on the spot. You press yourself against the doors once you're face to face with him.

Muscular arms in a fold and a neutral expression on Dan’s face. You suck in your cheeks on the inside of your mouth. You honestly do consider yourself a lucky man to have someone like Dan, it’s not often a guy has a handsome ghost standing over him.

“Dan, how did you get in?” You ask again, with not as much exasperation.

“Isn’t it obvious? The door was open,” Dan says, he points past you.

Your mouth hangs open for a moment before you close it. A huff of amusement and resignation emits from your throat. You shake your head playfully.

A mischievous grin spread across Dan’s face. Dan leans in close to you, your faces only inches apart. There is a quiet thump as one of his hands presses against the door to hold it shut. Your body jitters and a tingle touches down your spine that causes you to arch your back a bit.

“What are you thinking about?” You ask quietly.

“You,” Dan responds.

His other hand comes up to your face and gently takes hold of it. Your lips twitch, but you don’t say anything, your focus fixates on the sudden surge of emotions bursting from your nerves. Your heart accelerates in return.

Two sturdy fingers strokes and caress your cheekbone and jawline. Dan watches with a certain kind of affection as your expression relaxes and close your eyes at the gentle touches.

Seeing your vulnerability has exhilaration course through Dan. Like fire in his ectoblood. He leans in closer and before either of you know it, your lips meet. It’s an intoxicating mix of passion and frustration.

“Mm…” you twist your body and warmth rushes up your face. You lean deeper into the kiss.

Dan breathes heavily, tasting every bit of you he can get. His ghost core picks up the pace, a surge of energy shoots through him. A lustful haze fills his mind, your soft and warm skin feels like an acid that slowly eats away at him. 

How Dan wishes he could sweep you right off your feet and ravish you.

You pant softly and your body quivers. Adrenaline fills you with every kiss from Dan. It’s like a lightning rod that touches every part of you, your heart works harder and harder. The blood pounds in your ears and waves of heat wash over you.

You tense up. A hand slowly slides down between your legs, making you quiver violently. Your heart races and your mind is suddenly crystal clear.

“Dan,” you say softly between the kisses, “Dan, please, not here.”

The kiss breaks when Dan pulls away with a confused expression. He takes his hand away as well, fingers flexing.

“I thought you missed me?” He retorts with a smug smile.

“This isn’t the place,” you say a little snappily. “Let’s go-”

“Why not?” Dan stops you, his face softens a bit. “It’s just the two of us.”

Your cheeks burn with embarrassment at the thought.

“Someone could walk in on us!”

“Then it’ll be a quick one, alright?” Dan leans toward you again. Both of his hands are flat on the doors. “When we get home, I’ll ravish you all you like.”

While your mind protests against the notion, the overwhelming desire and emotion in your heart overrides the rationale. You steady your breathing. To be frank, Dan has been on your mind all day. Your heart thumps loudly, as though it agrees.

You look up at Dan and wrap your arms around his neck. “It’d better be quick.”

“If you grabbing my ass is anything to go by, I’d say you were waiting to fuck me.” Dan wraps one arm around you and pulls you close to his body.

You feel the stinging prick of his nails digging into you.

Your breath shudders, you lower one of your hands and place it on Dan’s chest. Elation churns inside you, a hot urging sensation floods every inch of your body.

“M-maybe…” You utter out, your eyes cast downward. A single finger traces the outline of the DP emblem. Dan’s tone chest rises up and down with your motions.

“Just focus on me, love,” Dan says in a low voice. “I’ll make you feel good in no time.”

Your hands reflexively tighten, and you press closer to Dan. His ghostly aura flares with emotion and his body radiates warmth which you bask in as much as possible. You push yourself against him some more.

You jump a little when you feel pressure on your groin. One glance down, a gentle squeeze from Dan forces a small gasp out of you. Your heart beats violently in your chest and your legs quiver.

Another, tighter squeeze.

Blood rushing through you brings forth yet another wave of warmth. Your face blazes with desire, and it works its way down. Your muscles twitch in anticipation, and you press your legs together shyly, a tight and warm sensation swells up.

“Mmm…” Dan hums softly. “Aren’t you excited.”

He loosens his grip and presses his palm against your groin. You tense and squirm around under his touch. Grinning, Dan slowly moves his hand up and down. Almost immediately, a lurch of pleasure from you greets him.

You press your back against Dan’s arm and the door, your body twists with the tingles of pleasure. Your limbs twitch as if a switch inside you turns on. A tight, warm, and straining sensation forms in your pants. You thrust your pelvis forward with shaky gasps.

Dan continues to rub you, relishing in the soft, moaning sounds you make. Every so often, Dan digs his fingers in deeper between your legs. He feels you gradually harden in stimulus, to a point there is a visible bulge.

Smiling slyly, Dan rubs faster. The fabric of his glove creates friction with the fabric of your pants.

You arch your body; a sweltering buzz numbs your lower body. You shove yourself into Dan’s hand, your knees buckle with an intense feeling that goes through them. 

You cling onto his muscular body with the silent plea to keep going.

Dan’s hand rubs and presses harder and harder on your crotch. His fingers methodically stroke the curve of your member, oh so lovingly hitting all the right spots. Zaps of pleasure causes you to heave your body, you feel your throat is full of emotion and yet you can’t expel it all at once.

The tightness in your pants goes from a mild discomfort to your member wanting to escape the confines. The bulge is more visible than ever, hard and erect. Dan lets you go and presses his lower body against yours.

You whimper quietly and shiver. “P-please…hurry…”

“What was that? I can’t hear you.” Dan lightly teases.

He places his hands on your sides – you quiver in response – and slowly slides them down. They touch down the curves of your body, feeling you up through your clothes. Sharp nails lightly trail along, leaving a stinging, nerve busting sensation in their wake.

The hands stop at your pants. You shift around in uncertainty.

You become still as the tightness in your pants loosens, a blush makes its way across your face as your member twitches up. You feel the sharp nails trailing on your sensitive skin. Cool air hits you as the fabric falls down to your feet.

You shiver violently, one because of relief that your length is free, and throbs for the attention you desire so. The second is that you’re now half naked in front of Dan, in a semi-public space no less. Your body seems to go weak with ecstasy, your muscles rapidly clench and unclench, and you expel quick, shaky breaths.

You jerk back in surprise when Dan pushes his groin against your bare half. You can’t help shudder in delight with Dan’s bulge rubbing the underside of your shaft. All your ‘pressure’ points are tense and tingle intensely.

“Was there something you wanted to say?” Dan asks, his hand holds your chin and firmly tilts your head up.

He slowly presses himself harder against you, your blood pounds through your veins.

“…me,” you mumble out unintelligibly and shyly.

“I can’t hear you.” Dan leans in close to your ear.

“Fuck me.” You breathe out heavily, beads of sweat begin to form on your face. “Please…fuck me.”

A pair of strong hands grip your bare butt, squeezing it. You press your legs together in embarrassment.

“I’m so glad you asked,” Dan says with a wide, fanged grin.

He takes one hand to his belt and quickly undoes it, it falls away with a quiet click. There is a quiet grunt from Dan as he works to undo his pants. He unknowingly thrusts himself outwards, and you get a glimpse of a very visible bulge. You swallow thickly.

The gulp turns into a deep, biting inhale to hold back a small sound that attempts to escape your throat. Dan’s thick, throbbing member emerges from his pants. You stare silently as he stands up straight and looms over you. Dan has a lustful gaze in his deep red eyes as he looks over you.

“I hope you’re ready to take me in,” Dan says in a low, husky voice.

It reaches deep into your mind, your heart thumps loudly. You wordlessly nod as he picks you up.

Before you know it, the two of you are on one of the chairs around the table. Dan is on the chair itself while you settle on his lap. He has you turn around and face away from him, he nuzzles into the crook of your neck.

Dan immediately grabs your thighs in a firm grip, he positions his member directly under you so that it seems like you’re sitting on top of it. It rubs up with yours, your insides clench in delight at the contact.

Then you find yourself unable to move around. You feel a tug on your thighs, a glance down, and you squirm in embarrassment. Dan pulls your thighs wide apart so that you’re completely exposed.

You breathe heavily, your chest expands and deflates.

You freeze up as you feel Dan position himself under you, his member slowly slips in but stops just before your hole. The tip barely touches the tender flesh.

“Relax,” Dan says soothingly, enunciating with a deeper tone. “Ready?”

You breathe shakily and nod. A wave of emotions swirls up in you, from your gut all the way up to your throat.

You tense up, legs stiff and quivery as a thick and warm mass slides inside you. Then you jerk in response, discomfort lightly tingles through you.

Dan groans softly as he eases himself into you. Your warmth clenching around him becomes a point of fixation. He inhales deeply, the intoxicating taste of euphoria floods him. Every breath seems like Dan is slipping deeper and deeper into you, earnestly taking you all at once.

In and out.

Your nerves explode with sensations and emotions that you can’t describe. There is no way to do so, all you know is that they seep deep within you. Something that unlocks your innate wants and desires and makes your heart dance.

You lightly bounce up and down with every thrust, twisting your body to feel the thrusts hit home deeper and deeper. You fall back against Dan’s body, you heave a breath of euphoria. Your legs jitter uncontrollably and a rush of blood pounds your throat.

Dan pulls you closer and tightly to him, he lifts your legs up high and at an angle. You have little choice but to awkwardly dangle there, though you barely notice since a hot, lustful haze fills your head.

Jutting into your body, Dan feels you tense around him. He grits his teeth with a soft groan. Every little sound he makes seems to expand more and more energy. Shivers tease his muscles into clenching and twitching.

Thrusting faster and harder, the hot, tight sensation around him, and the sound of your whimpers dissolving into quiet cries of pleasure.

All of it feels so good. So right. A dizzying sensation hits the both of you.

Heat blazes on Dan’s face, he bares his fangs as he forcefully thrusts upwards. Lightning shoots through his body in a numbing buzz. Dan’s member throbs and twitches deep inside you.

You grunt at the sudden force of Dan’s thrusts, a fireball that explodes inside of you. You suck in your gut. You bite back a cry, it jolts you. An overwhelming sense of numb and heat washes over you.

You stiffen, pants huff out of you. You arch your body, quivering. One of your arms wraps over Dan’s arm to hang on to him for support. A wet warmth pools under you, you twist away from it, but it sticks to you.

Dan slows the thrusting, you hear him mumble something and then grunt a bit loudly.

A pleasurable sting explodes in your lower body.

Panting hotly, Dan shifts around and repositions himself on the spot. His length twitches and throbs to the point of discomfort. Dan groans and jerks forward to ease the feeling.

He twitches violently.

Warmth erupts inside you. You sit up straight with a loud moan as you feel a sticky liquid fill you up on the inside. You try to close your legs, Dan prevents you from doing so.

Dan grunts in relief. He focuses on the wetness dripping from him, leaking from you as you sit stiffly on top of him. Dan’s ghost core thuds and a tingle crawls up his spine. He leans forward, easing himself deeper into the sticky mess.

You sit there in silence; your brain numbs and your face flushes all over. A liquid warmth settles deep within you. You swallow thickly and deeply, your insides and muscles churn and twitch in zeal.

“That…” Dan starts out slowly to break the silence. “Could’ve been better.”

You barely turn to pin him with a look.

Before Dan can respond, a faint bang interrupts him. The two of you perk up, wondering what it could be. Voices are heard chattering away loudly, it carries imminent alert.

You squirm around in panic. “What if someone sees us!?”

“Let them come,” Dan states with a sly smile, the blush on his face didn’t exactly fade away.

You levy panicking looks between Dan and the doors that were sure to burst open any moment. You don’t like how calm he is.

Then, just as the double doors burst open, Dan grabs you closer. Even before the first footsteps into the conference room, the two of you vanish into thin air. As if you were never there at all.

[siremasterlawrence]

Henry Cavill is riding his motorcycle through the desert speeding down the area stupidly in a helmet, leather jacket, jeans, sneakers and serious expression.

He races through the area the sand flowing all over past his face, the sand hits his face head on constant pounds of it till he stops in heatwave of sweat.

He kicks the motorcycle stand down jumps off on to the sand walking off in to the vast distance of it all sweeping surrounding him in mystery.

What he does not notice is the sand collect above his head circling non stop unable to be able to cease the event a bit of sand lands on his mouth.

His facial expression of disgust is apparent to me he takes his hand wiping his tongue and attempting to cough it our from his mouth.

The sand does a doozy gathering on to him it hits him from side’s barreling in to his face, in his clothes through his crack holes and so much more.

The sand lifts up in to the air spinning like

a cycle covering him as he is blocked from

site of the world he is currently being chase by paparazzi.

He can hear more motorcycle sounds glow splashing far off into the back as they try to make it up and it’s funny he suddenly lost any desire to care.

Clark’s knees give up falling in to the sand all of it buckles in to the ground nothing else matters to him everything got black as his body fell backwards.

“Lights out!” A voice says from nowhere in particular Henry’s ears can detect as he is finally awoken.

“Who’s there? Where am I?” He shouts in to the darkness a bright burgeoning white light blows up around him.

“Oh Henry! I am your savior an ace in the hole.” The voice swears loudly calling out to him.

“I am a sparkling light, a voice in the depth and your worst nightmare.” It starts to sound more sinister

“Help me please don’t let me go.” Henry beg to the non existent disembodied voice calls to him in excitement.

“Mwahahahahaha…why would I save such a hot body?” He says cackling in to the air as everything vanishes.

The motorcycle is getting buried in a deep sea of sand leaving it completely from all people’s vision the paparazzi are left totally stunned.

The ground below slides to the ends of this massive space on earth, Henry is in a state of endless sleep and the body of land cover him swallowing him up.

So quickly without a second thought his hot, hard, sexy body free falling in to an endless dark bottomless pit and he sees his life flash before his eyes.

A huge screen shines spreading on all four wars projecting in to his head he can’t even fathom let alone understand what is going on.

“My life! How is this happening to me? What is this anyway?”

“What? What are you saying?”

“I am not a pussy”

“You Are a pussy “

“Fuck! I am your pussy”

“Why am I so….ffffuuucccckkkk”

“Hhhhhaaaaarrdddd”

“If you cum immediately you be all mine “

“I refuse your advances “

“You arrogant little bitch”

“I’m not the pussy”

“You are a bitch”

“God! You are hot “

“So hard!”

“What a massive body “

“A butt I can pounce a coin”

“This body is mine”

“The sand consumes you “

“Overtaking you “

“You are scale “

“Your life is shattering to pieces”

“The glass falls to the waste side”

“You no longer exist”

“Come now Henry! Be a bitch”

“Surrender to the darkness”

“Fall to power “

“I feel so connected to you”

“One with your body “

“One with your soul “

“Existing for me”

“As a whole “

“Deep dive to the end “

“You can transform all you want “

“Fight me to the end”

“I am your Kingdom come”

“The door slams”

“Closing on us”

“We are forever”

“One mind “

“One body “

“One soul”

The end

[melodystone57]

Beware My Power, Green Lanterns Light Part 2

“Hal Jordan of Earth, soon to be former Green Lantern of sector 2814. You are now charged with treason, grand thef-” Apa accused Hal since the moment the Meeting Started.

“Let's postpone my lynching until I tell you a couple of things,” Hal said over Apa. The Latter definitely did not agree with that. But also did not object to it either.

“What have you found, Hal Jordan?” Ganthat asked

“You see these handsome devils? They're the Lantern killers you said didn't exist. Call themselves Red Lanterns. Ring any bells?”

“He has concocted this ruse to save himself from a deserved punishment.” Said Apa.

“Respectfully, sir. I got an aching jaw that says they ain't no ruse.” Kilowog agreed with Hal and me. 

“Their Power Rings fire some sort of red energy that-” I started, only to be questioned by Says “They have rings?! Powered by what?” She asked while moving closer to get a better look at Red Lanterns

“Best guess? A huge desire to mash us all into pulp.” I continued

“Kilowog of Bolovax Vik. What is your recommendation?” Ganthet asked as he looked at Kilowog.

“ I say we high tail it back to Oa, cram the interceptor with as many GLs as she'll hold ultra-warp back, and kick their red butts until they're black and blue!” Many seemed appalled by Kilowog’s choice of words. 

“Despite the colorful terminology, a logical course of action.” Says agreed.

Aya popped into the Main Console viewpoint to Announce “Sensors have picked up an unmanned probe sweeping the area. Markings match the insignia of the recently encountered hostiles.” She pulled up a picture of a red and black drone that looked like a bass clef.

“Right. Red Lanterns. Aya, plot intercept course. It's going time.” Hal Ordered.

“Hal Jordan of Earth, do not terminate this communication..!” Apa interjected Angerly

“Sorry, gotta take this, don't be a stranger.”

Moving the ship to follow the probe was hard. Dodging asteroids and moving in and out of tight spaces, we got closer to the probe before it swan-dived down. Trying to follow it we kept getting shot but were never able to return fire without hitting asteroids.

“Forget about snaring it, just blast it!” I yelled.

In doing so we received a hard blast, “Warning! Shield degrading.” Aya Warned.

“Hal, break off! Stick to the plan. We go for reinforcements, then come back!” Kilowog Yelled.

“We can't let this thing give away our position!”

“What position?! We're going home! The Red Lanterns caught you with your pants down back on that rock and you want payback!”

After a couple more shots being fired by us, it hit the engine hard. “Direct hit to port ampoules. Shield's degrading to critical. Please do not let that happen again.” Aya Spoke up over the sound of the gun firing. Flying above we were able to figure out its flight patterns. Following closely we saw that it was about to fly over a giant asteroid.

 “Get ready to fire when I clear that rock,” Hal yelled. He makes a drilling construct so that we can go through the asteroid. Once we were through we flew up a caught it.

“Pekaboo.” I teased

It tried to turn around only for me and Kilowog to fire two shots at it, destroying it.

“Happy?” Kilowog asked Hal very angrily. 

“That felt good! A probe like that means the Red Lanterns are more than two killers with rings and a symbol. They're organized.” 

“Yeah Looks like we can't hog all the fun. Let's hit HQ and load up the boys like we planned. Aya, take us home.” I advised.

“Arching ultra-warp drives. Ready in three two one Impel.”

As the engine glowed preparing for take-off, we shot forth and stopped immediately after. All of us smacking and hitting the consoles.

“ Are we there Yet?” Shyir Rev (The wounded Lantern) asked. Getting up and taking a look at every one. Some looked like they were about to toss their cookies.

“Aya, what happened?” I asked.

“Overload due to hairline crack in the ultra-warp coil. Most likely caused by the last missile hit by the enemy probe. “All of us looked at Hal after she said the last part. Raising his hands he “For the record, she said most likely Not totally likely.” he said defensively.

“What does that mean?” Shyir Rev asked. 

“It means we're gonna be a little late to Oa. That's okay, I like to make an entrance. Aya, please estimate the time for repairs.” I said.

“Calculating. - Ultra-warp ready in nine point two” Hal interrupted “Nine minutes, no problem!”

“Okay, Can we form a construct and replace the defective part for the ride home?” I Asked

“The construct would have to be an exact copy of the ultra-warp coil mechanism. And it's 56 moving parts to within a 0. 8162 microns tolerance” 

“An any of you do that?” I asked as I looked at everyone

“ I make Hammers,” said Kilowog

“ Look, maybe it's for the best The Guardians won't deal with the problem like we will. We'll make those Red Lanterns pay” Hal said as he walked over to the Steering Console. Shyir Rev Started to fall out of his chair, Kilowog noticed and quickly caught him.

“Is he okay?” I asked Kilowog concerned.

“Just a little lightheaded He's taken a beating. He needs a real doctor, he's not making nine hours, never mind nine months” 

“ I was kinda looking forward to seeing Oa” 

I looked down at the floor ashamed, because f completely forgot about his condition “Aya, scan for the nearest inhabited world. Preferably one with a hospital.” I ordered.

“ Don't bother I know my own sector anywhere. We're not far from my home colony.” Shyir Rev said as he looked out in space towards his planet's sun.

“Sounds like a good place to lay low for a while and get you fixed up,” I said. We platted Course for the planet and engaged hyper speed.

After Landing at Shyir’s home, a woman walks out with medical supplies and starts to help Shyir Rev.

“Ow.” He said

“Don't be such a baby. “ She teased as she continued to patch him up.

“Very handy to have a doctor for a wife,” I said.

“Medicine is something I picked up because of my husband's second job.” She said as she looked over at me.

“She's actually the colony's head geologist. I was an engineer, that was how we met. Beata's the genius who dreamed up using the volcano's lava as thermal power.” Shyir said proudly.

“So was that your secret identity, engineer?” He asked Shyir, walking over to us from the ship.

“Secret what?” He asked confused

“ That's Hal's hang-up, that thing on his face, it's a mask. He wears it in case some earthling sneaks into the interceptor, while in space mind you, and goes: Aha! The Green Lantern on my planet is Hal Jordan! I'm telling everyone!” Kilowog laughed out teasing Hal.

“ Haha Talk to me when your planet invents paparazzi and the 24-hour news cycle.”

I heard two a sound of small feet running and looked behind me, only to have to look under and watch as a little girl ran over to Shyir yelling “Daddy, Daddy!”

“Wait Who is this giant?1 What have you done with my daughter Amala?” He teased as he tickled her.

“I am Amala.” The little girl said as she giggled.

“Now, now Time for hugs later. Let daddy rest.” His wife said. She stretched out her hand to her daughter waiting for her to take it. Amala went running to her mother, grabbing her hand and turning around to look at her father.

“Bye, Daddy!”

“This is some place Kinda reminds me of where I grew up Bolovax Vik,” Kilowog said looking out at the village sadly

“I'm sorry. Even here we heard about its destruction.” Said Shyir, offering his condolences.

I remember when that happened. Kilowog was overly strict with the recruits, to the point I had to pull him aside and talk to him. Only to get tears and snot from him instead.

“Your planet was destroyed? I-I never knew.” Hal said

“Just concentrate on gettin' us out of this mess you made hotshot,” He said as he walked further away from us and the ship.

“ Attention! I have found a tracking device on the interceptor's hull and require assistance removing it.” Aya Rang out over the PA system.

Flying closer to the ship, I noticed a black dot with a smaller red dot inside it. Getting Next to the wing, I was able to detect it was a tracker. I tried slashing it with a green rope. But all it did was fall to the ground. Dropping down I land on the tracker with my foot smashing it to bits.

Hal walked over witnessing my finding of the tracker.

“Do you think they. . ?” He asked

“Pretty sure they do,” I confirmed. The ground started to rumble when a black cylinder started to land. Black legs were extracted from within to support its weight for the landing. Once it had settled and red Holographic screen displayed itself in the sky showing a red man with yellow eyes, and black lips. He looked like Two-Face but pure red.

“This colony now enjoys the protection of the Red Lantern Corps. You have been liberated from the tyranny of the Guardians. But their Green Lantern lackeys are here You have one solar hour to bring these war criminals to us or your planet will be vaporized” He said ending the Message.

“ Those murdering red-” Kilowog started but was interrupted by Shyir rev

“We have to turn ourselves over to them.” 

“Shyir, no!” 

“We don't have a choice!” he Tried to reason with his wife

“ These guys are murderers. They're gonna blow up this rock no matter what you do!” Kilowog pointed out while death stared the liberator down

“ We do have a choice. We can fight them. And keep fighting, until we can't fight anymore.” I suggested

 That thing is a fortress. A frontal attack would be suicide.” Kilowog fought back, getting closer to me.

“Hey, if you've got another way, I'm all ears, but we've got to take that thing out!” 

“The Earth-Woman is right, we must go! “Shyir said. We started flying over there but only got maybe 5 feet before we got called back by his wife.

“Shyir, wait! I have another way!”

“Boy, I hope she is right about this. I'm bakin' here!” Kilowog exclaimed while He, Shyir, and I flew in the volcano towards the Liberator.

“ She's always right. This way” he directed us right under the liberator. Flying further up I cut a hole large enough to fit all of us at the bottom of the planet killer. Once we flew in we headed up a path of stairs. After a couple of seconds, we got to a door, I knocked yelling out housekeeping.

Kilowog did not share my amusement and just kicked down the door.

“ That must be the control panel.” I pointed out, looking at a large cylinder with small red buttons on it. We walked closer to get a better look.

“ Do you think you can disarm it, Rev? Kilowog asked

“I'll need a few minutes-” He was interrupted when a red energy almost hit us. Looking over at the window, Razer was standing there with his arm still up.

“ Die, die, die! “ He exclaimed shooting more shots at us. I set up a green force field 

“Hurry up, Rev!” I yelled. I could feel the shield was already breaking.

“ This guy's not playing around!” said Kilowog, charging at Razer. He swags his hammer aimlessly at Razer to try and get him.

“ Keep him back, for just a couple of minutes. “ Shyir exclaimed as he continued working on the wires. I flew over towards Kilowog to help him only to get shot backwards a couple of feet.

“This is your fault! You Green Lanterns might enjoy destroying worlds. But I do not!” Razer yelled as he conjured a red whip and slashed at us. Dodging out of the way I dumped into Kilowog and sent him to the ground.

“ In case you haven't been keeping up on current events you guys put this thing here and pressed the button! You wanna help!? Stop fighting us!” I tried to reason with him, only for my words to fall on deaf ears.

“ I won't listen to your lies. I'll destroy you both! “ He charged towards me, earning a roundhouse to the face.

“And what, you gonna mass murder them by blowing up the planet!? You know what you're fighting against, Razer. But what are you fighting for?!” I pointed out while delivering a kick to his chest sending him out the window.

“Dumb kid, Where is Shyir? Let's have some good news! “Kilowog said, flying over towards Rev. Flowwing him I sat next to Rev to try to help him.

“Detonation in thirty seconds”

“We need to move away. “Kilowog exclaimed pulling me up to my feet. And towards the window.

Three Two One. Detonate. Detonate. A red laser shot down within the unit towards the explosive. Rev took action and created a barrier to stop the laser.

 “Time to go,” I yelled out looking at Rev.

“ I can keep the laser from igniting the plutonium, for a little while anyway. I know what happened to Bolovax Vik. If you had a chance to save your world What would you do?” He said looking at the kilowog. I looked down not only in despair but in condolence as to what was about to happen.

“It's been an honor. “Kilowog said as we flew over to the window. Heading towards the village we created a giant claw to scoop people up before it was too late. When it looked like we got everyone, we started our ascend into space and put as much distance as we could between us and the liberator. 5 minutes passed when it finally exploded, taking Shyir along with it. The entire planet glowed and cracked before it too joined Shyir. Everyone watched as the liberator took the only home they had ever known and a family member as well. I looked over a kilowog, whose face was hard as a rock.

“Let's go find Hal,” He said. Thankfully it didn't take us long to find him

“Are you gonna help us with this, hotshot?” Kilowog exclaimed

“Kilowog, Rory!”

 “We got most of the colonists up before the big bang, but our rings are running low.”

“I believe I can help,” said Aya over the PA on the Interceptor. Shooting a green beam towards our Bubble. Relieving us and our Rings of the weight. We looked over at Razer, only to find him in a bubble without a ring.

“What's he doing inside that bubble?” I asked curiously

“Never mind him. You are a sight for sore eyes. You too, Aya.”

 “Thank you.” She replied

 “What about Rev. Did he make it?” Hal asked, and I couldn't meet his eyes. Shyir's ring flew towards and past us on the way to Oa. We all looked down or away.

“ I hope everyone knows the sacrifice Shyir made,” Hal said as we stood on a nearby planet that was now the home of Shyir’s people.

“They do. The elders are going to name our new planet after him.” said his wife while holding Amala in her arms. She was trying to hold back tears. I walked over towards them and put my hand on her cheek lovingly.

“Your daddy was very brave, Amala. He saved us all. 

“Is it okay if I still miss him?” 

“Yeah. We all will.” I replied, Her mother and her went over to join the people in hopes of building their new home.

“You know, Shyir did save them all. He asked me what I'd do if I had another chance to save my planet. And that's when it hit me, I'd save the people.” Kilowog explained to Hal.

“At least one of us got it right.” He Replied

“The cooling system is now functional. Continuing repairs.” Aya Debriefed, as we sat together in the cock pit. 

 “So, what's next?” I asked looking between Hal and Kilowog.

 “Next, we find the Red Lanterns,” Hal answered

 “Just how are we gonna stop who knows how many super-powered Red Lanterns with just the three of us?” Kilowog asked while walking over to Hal.

“That's a really good question, Kilowog. Here's another one, what should we do with the one we captured?” I pointed out as we all looked at Razer in the holding cell.

[ilikeoldchangke]

My wife’s forced impregnation at the bin centre

James’s cock teasing wife was grabbed by the town council cleaner and his friends.

Dragged to the bin centre, James was forced to watch his wife get impregnated by the man she cock teases on a regular basis.

*Note: This piece contain inter-racial scenes taking place in a dirty environment that may make some uncomfortable. Do give this a skip if it’s not your cup of tea*

................................

I stay in a 3 room HDB flat in an old neighbourhood with my wife Simin. We got married when we were both 27 years old, and we are considered to have settled down early compared to many of our peers.

A lot of my guy friends are envious of me from the moment I introduced my partner to them even before we settled down. My wife Simin is the prom queen both in her Junior college and in the university.

Even today, if you googled her name, pictures of her will pop up on the search engine. At 1.6m tall, my wife is blessed with a slim frame of 46kg and a pair of full B cup tits. Simin looks good in whatever she wears because of her curvy body shape.

Her legs are naturally long and tone even without hitting the gym, she has really fair skin too because she seldom ventures outdoor. And if she did, she will layer up on those skin moisturizers to take care of her skin.

Simin works in an auditing firm, not one of the big four but a small family run business located at the edge of town. It may not be glamourous and all, but the pay is on par with what the big boys are paying, the boss is nice too so my wife is really happy there.

I work in the civil service, doing engineering work for the utilities board. Life I would say, is well above average for our small family. Simin and I have no intention to have kids. We’re happy with our simple life, we work, grab dinner and chill in each other’s arms in front of the TV after work.

On weekends, we will cook and sometimes we host some of our friends over for dinner.

And who can forget about the sex?

Since it’s just the two of us, we can have sex as and when we feel like it. I love everything about my wife Simin, and I could sing her praises whole day, but even the most perfect woman will have their flaws.

My wife is no exception.

You see, my wife’s flaw lies on the extreme end of the spectrum from the perfect woman she portrays herself to be.

Simin is a cock teasing slut when she is in the mood for sex. The things she will do to turn herself on will make the stories you read on sex forums sound like fairy tales.

Yes, you read it right, my wife cock teases because it turns herself on. And the more she does it, the more aroused she gets.

Going out without bra, wearing short skirts without undies into town. She’s done it all before. Wearing a vibrator into the cinema and putting the controls in my hand, that’s elementary, Simin wore it to church too.

My wife also likes teasing delivery riders, going about our house without bra and allowing those pokies of hers to really shine through the white singles she absolutely adores.

Who could forget those short grey dolphin shorts that when worn by a perky butt, simply draws all the eyeballs of men towards the curves. Curves that will trigger impulses of smoldering their faces in those firm buttcheeks that Simin carries with a seductive jiggle.

The more the men looked at my wife, the more aroused she feels. I’ve talked to my wife about her fetish, it’s about feeling desired. The more she feels it, the more she is in the mood for sex. Knowing how all the men around her wants it, yet she is in the position to reject them made her feel powerful and horny.

There was once we even made out in the car in full view of another couple having their supper in theirs. Simin was trying hard not to chuckle when she saw the other women trying to stop her partner from looking.

Even at home, while doing her gardening along the common corridor, Simin made it a point to time her gardening to coincide with the town council’s cleaning time.

Raja, the cleaner for our flat will sweep the corridors between 7am to 9am on Saturday mornings, Simin will make it a point to wear a low cut singlet without bra. She will then squat outside the corridor and pretend to tend to her greens while waiting for Raja to show up.

When he did, she will pretend not to notice as Raja feasted his eyes on her assets from above. Sometimes Simin will even bend over and display that round perky butt of hers to block the corridor, making Raja avoid her with a lustful grin.

After her usual bout of cock teasing, Simin and I will go on to have a bout of dirty love making, it usually involves some name callings and role play.

Simin gets aroused when I call her a slut, and her passion for sex doubled when I introduced sick scenarios to her during sex.

From being touched by Raja, to him rubbing her with his wooden broomstick, we advanced to my wife being forced upon by Raja and his friends when I’m out of town.

Scenarios like this gives my wife some of the most powerful orgasms ever especially when I tie her up and forced her to picture being taken against her will.

James : you like that huh ? being blindfolded and gangbang by Raja and his friends?

Simin : ernghhh yes…yes…I love it… I love it when they fucked me like a slut! Arnghhh…

It’s arousing for me too, especially when I see my wife so worked up and passionate during sex.

It’s one thing to have fantasy and fetishes, but it’s another when they come true.

You see, I know my wife’s frequent cock teasing will one day get her into trouble.

I just never expect that trouble to really come from Raja and his friends.

This year, over the Deepavali long weekend, Raja and his friends came over to our place to say hi.

I thought it was really just to say hi.

I never expect to Raja and his friends to made a grab for my wife Simin.

And I never expect to bear witness to her being gangbang like a slut in the bin centre.

I always saw Raja as the cleaner that maintained the estate’s cleanliness, not as the man that tries to impregnate my wife.

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[dewdropdinosaur]

Vox Shotgun Kiss

Summary: Y/N is itching for a hit and unluckyily for them, Vox is more than happen to help out. Warning: Make-out, smoking, etc. PG-13 Inspired/for my friend @macabr3-barbi3

Club V vibrated with nightlife, the bass bouncing off the walls in disorientating waves of sex, bodies mingling with no intention but desire, and worst of all: you sat alone typing away at your cubicle above it all. The noise was an annoyance that pestered you day in and day out, the job Vox’s assistant never said it would be easy. In fact, the application did say ‘Not for the weakling.’. You had assumed that was Velvette’s wording. 

Running a hand through your hair, the world was slowly becoming more and more aggravating. It had been hours since your last inhale, an excruciating amount of time since the fabricated relief filled your lungs. Just one, that’s all you need. One hit and you’d be fine the rest of the evening. Fingers scratching against your desk, manicured nails bitten to the bone; you could hold off no longer. 

The door to Vox’s office stood merely a few feet away, the dark and light blue barrier between you and a moment of deliverance. Subjecting yourself to the destiny to befall you, you stood silently and walked towards the door; hand hovering over it in a resignment. Maybe you shouldn’t knock, what if he was busy? Well, he was always busy–

“Are you going to continue standing there like a goldfish or would you like to enter my office?”

With a low huff, you entered the office at the loudspeaker’s announcement. Way to announce your entry to the whole floor. Closing the door behind you with a soft click, your attention turned to the man himself. 

Vox sat confidently at his desk, a pair of glasses sat neatly on his face, scanning over files and paperwork of various kinds. You’d always wondered why he needed them, his head was a TV, shouldn’t he be able to see just fine? But alas, those glasses sat perched on his face in a way that never failed to make your stomach flip. 

“What do you want Y/N?”

Rubbing the back of your neck sheepishly, you stepped forward. 

“I was wondering…if you possibly kept any cigarettes on you?”

Peering upward, now giving you his full attention, Vox pulls down his glasses. Your question had shocked him, no doubt, something so innocent as you smoked?

“Didn’t take you for the type to indulge, doll face.” With a snap of his fingers, a drawer opened from his desk. His slender fingers curled around a half-used cigarette. Smirking as he twirled it in his hand, he watched as your eyes widened in an intense desire for it. 

“I had used this earlier in the day but I suppose you could use it…if you asked nicely.”

There it was, the catch. There was always a catch with him, some little something that gave him power over anyone. Staring at the burnt butt of the cigarette, was the hit worth it? Stepping toward Vox, coweringly slow, you reach your hand out briefly. Narrowing your gaze, it all seems too easy. Just ask nicely and you get a reward, nothing is easy in Hell. 

“Can I…please…have the cigarette?”

“Why of course, sweetheart. Since you asked so nicely…”

Lighting the cigarette, the smoke wisps from its used leaves. 

“Well, come and get it.”

Reaching out, you grasp desperately for the relief you have sought. The one thing that can stop it all and you can finally get some semblance of peace. Suddenly, Vox smirked and held the cigarette to his lips, inhaling a deep puff of smoke. 

Your facade cracks and you can feel your heart sink, the anxiety rising in your chest. 

“Why you motherfu–”

As you think your fate has been sealed, Vox grasps the nape of your neck and connects your lips in a fiery kiss.

Taken aback, you try to pull your lips away only to be hit with a puff of smoke, wispy ambrosia. Sighing into the kiss, you push your lips further into his desperately; hands finding their way to his shoulders to crush his body closer to you…closer to your repose. He releases the rest of the smoke into your lips, mesmerized as you greedily inhale it all. His lips eventually trail lower, the smoke long gone from his mouth. He lets out a low growl as you lean closer to him, your breath ghosting over his face, the heat of your body pressed flush against his. He can feel your heartbeat, rapid and thudding in your chest. Whatever was in the cigarette, had you long gone, eyes blown and brain fuzzy with the intensity of the hit. 

He brings his mouth to your exposed neck, and his lips graze over your skin, trailing hot, wet kisses along the sensitive flesh. You let out soft mewls and moans of appreciation at his affections, your whole body felt like it was on fire and could only be quenched by his touch, sparks flying off his fingertips onto your hot sensitive skin. Vox’s lips continue to travel along your neck, his tongue tracing a wet path along your skin as he feels you shiver and moan under his touch. 

A weakness is only as good as a person who knows how to wield other’s against themselves.

“Want another taste doll face?”

You couldn’t refuse.

[scentedchildnacho]

The woman in the park wanted to know why people were treating her like a criminal so I told her my opinion is not professional and without representation....but I collect and analyze information from my moocs this way

The squirrel bud food above the squirrels are maybe a lot more expert in meditative mind control under perversion threat

Taking pictures of squirrel balls or anything

Libraries are owned by police and the police study young male criminals here....and young men really don't like the hyper perversion here either and try to stalk women to take punishments for them

The young white men go around with some of the young dark girls if they be latina or white or black or indigenous and if it's police it's your a white guy and those were endangered black girls and if you mess around with them the police then make them accomplish their gay study

They don't like the study because police still use African information on trying to do male indigenous tribal practices when their not indigenous males....they really don't like the ecstatic movement here either because it's still from the African replacement

My German instructor told me a pivotal psychological study for him........was realizing he was too rational to compete for leadership roles after kofi Annan who understood financial justice as heuristics

He could successfully pass into his needs as a colonial entity and not go around cultures he feels shocked by

They do try to experiment......with colonial means here....so because your an old woman internationals want to know how much lead they can get away with

If you ask me colonialism is Mary baker Eddy and they already know it's successful and adaptive ability here and should not experiment with it....they know the science and should not try to over power people because their anxious and a bit shocked as foreigners

Those Germans can't pass into normalness.....

I also hate sexuality studies turned into public properties.....they have always had traditional places to escape to privacy and they should not come around in butt shorts

That's me about the pedophilia being illegal if they were legally practicing sexuality with children and open mindedness I don't have any reason to know about it I do stay to my borders and boundaries

Anyway butt chicks they are Godly people too the international gay problem.....vaticanness....if you don't know why your criminalized they also cannot find a causative to strategize about so

Anyway the young men the stones explain that this is actually a specific indigenous reservation and some men told they were being to her can like the urban street walking of it even if it treats them like a piece of meat....they can like it

Some men like the gay here so

So that's the study you have journied into unaware is indigenous not indigenous

Olive oatman the blue tattoo these indigenous peoples are fair so they expect a lot of labor from whites....eventually the darker indigenous arrive and it's all just a joke it takes awhile for fair gang territorialism to work itself out

Im sorry but every night out to figure a seguero policy is an over expectational physical labor

Anyway the indigenous children if a work policy is terrorizing them do show off that they have schedules to move from place to place if they have been called indigent school retards....so that's what's not getting successfully done for us

They would take you to mentals maam and the sex study wouldn't stop...they keep harassing you with people you don't want to be intimates with

That's partly the sex study....I would rather take every night out then get criminal fucked in a sedated mental house it's that painful

That can be the problem with fair indigenous populations around white and why they don't like being around us....I need compensation for objective studies that upkeep their status lawsuits they could be me....and so they eventually leave because pay back burdens are not desired

I have tried on numerous occasions in dramatic and extreme ways to explain it would be better for me to go to a largely white population in Temecula and only recently did something start seeing this happen to me and finally gave me release papers

There were maybe help or relief payments given to indigenous mothers and children and so it's finally the homeless don't have to give your child's walk anything more

That's me the inuit had breast studies.....so as an elderly woman they want to secure a toxicology beneficial to a people

Im for peace their neighborhoods are scarier then we realize it's the northern Minnesota police so poor white chick was yet another thing and I should just go away

That's natchez legal groups they use objective studies to figure a welfare policy so they should have to compensate you maam...

That's having to notice the indigenous people were told and that's use of the school the city the housing the jobs they start getting quantified and that's not wanting to see white chick

Anyway if you ask me whites to Europeans have to be mastered....and here they slave....so if your a white under arabs their maybe nicer because their habits are oriented

My habits aren't really orient here so

The Africans write in coming of age in Mississippi that whites have to go to entrepreneurs if the organization isn't a white man's I won't be compensated in ways that aren't so unfair it shocks people into protect the mothers only

I have to go to a white man for a job or my life will be so unfair gov checks just keep protecting people who are being a bitch

The yellow deli is Americans and Europeans if I jobbed there I would have to die of fair to me policy and I don't want to die

That and that indigenous school is maybe not environmental and teaching them it's okay to seek property dominance because there was a Victorian genocide I should forever suffer for

[libidomechanica]

This presents the dark crag: and the Ants eye I have seen

A sonnet sequence

               1

Checks, and that large, passen their spheres, sing the flowers above with darkness of Martial, and fix itself enough, as you like. From his destin’d urn, and of rye, that youth—but with never felt closer, as no dreame: and by skill may time again, and fish; but then t is mostly on the lips of thine orby power is difficultly lies in the flock, and fairy art like what new to save. Professor Kant. At Neptune’s voice, such was his fingers are. And on her voice is out this might be one monstrous males that horrid spell would it have dined, and peacefully divine. Because herself; and the liked.

               2

And so I can the silver spume again! Its range of duties warlike, loving participated, with voice that red mouthy: thou raylest on t: March! Their mantle of it—she stood, engirt with here and modesty’s at time be mute: thus our weakness, is so very window’d she never live more ’gan fare along his bed of death. My glass and flow. Conduct him to me? As he written right, to see men let out throughout you push your hat, the major tension in its zone. Had died in thy brow, and what they could I dibble take, and plumes and sky. ’ Ladies tell us. And flatter’d his desired.

               3

Ours is to hope from common men of Spain; a better not to be; or bid it languid eyes and ices, have thrown lie by death no loyal scratched the chamberlain—and like a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy thunder. Led by a poor monk of me; and whifts of the honeycomb: honey and of trouble;—I wish whiskey, I with the two? Twenty years? Had set, that walk’d on behind, for Juan very luckily, because t was her still, all my good old aunt, not praise, Hypocrisy! In any thing. And open’d window for ever sets, and sooth’d her sages the marble doors gainst his peer.

               4

Before me: therefore fly; but feeling charge on Juan grew a new life, to love of cattle to erase? Some heart has her beauty lies, yet but to one grand north, and thother form a slight munching my sad state; and shine of heavenly power I had withdrawn himself at eve on tiptoe through the cannot sing for thee there be law or lawyer and double-damn’d post-horses feet may kisse. The great carouse knocks in the evening, but say that seems Cain: la Belle Alliances here all my boyhood, every things that same years, and pine.—First my unhappy soul stand on your eyes had been past by! Too harsh net?

               5

Of cunningest fisherman’s being some troop, to turn all to sadder than half a Scot by birthright I dread of that sanguine flourish’d, and great little regard. The green of manhood stand then an operation— tis pleading: his speech is like: and deserved as strictly both to virgin of moonlight, and half for this matter with higher spied the truth all her other charms, I clasp my course to trust to the heard must we too long. Now Piers, their sea-coal canopy; a huge, dun cupola, like two young one, and yet the tree, till now, could not see the bird of pomegranates budded beard and brow.

               6

As, if you’d like the earliest scrape.—What is nothing world,—which, if it increase, nor will have done perchance you kiss you never strain I heard a busie bustling. The first notes of the kitchen. ’ A beast that ye care of Lady Ida’s youth. Would we wish to do our best thing whirls around us lie dejected, and brute, laughing, and romances reduced by your bonie black waves and sorrow’s mystery lurks, in solemn troops, and part. Blythe in their daily plagues, who must practice quite gave me to turn to hay is grass; you’ve been fairly earn’d. But Juan sat next a quarter- flower at Apollo each other.

               7

And wherefore fly; but come, sir, who knew not of her young Hopeful’s mistress her, she call’d the Moor; and if a stain of Moor or Hebrew tongue into the bell away; his altars did fall, then lovers, the butt-ends of the matron, who hath the Continental oaths are better is thy beloved; but my beloved is my loss to show the court we paced the church know: yet, hearing on himself for love you, being crammed with awfull eyes, except to bury the church made Solomon a zany. Poplar or a prophet, in such as rather still doost it detest. Why, for Love’s brand new things sprinkled o’er a bride! Listen, while we crouched so in his golden scabbard on thy health—when George’s men came a conquest: no abuse of shadow’s form in table set forth into a coquette—so very fiery part to itself withheld, and enter’d strained in the business—which, alas, and wriggling?

               8

He had he forgot, and in the magic vapour string, in lordly worth while, without discrimination, or lover’s lips—So saying whate’er the coop. Nor yet abhorr’d: how each other, too jealousy but never she moves the daisy-star that cometh up from the sheet until at least sincere, austerity, famous for to the sea an old man sat, and dig deep trenches in a weary brow. And little book, and tell me who is that I sing to their tasks. Same given, with maudlin Clarence in the cause it breeds no more, the steep hill’s edge they keep when they vanish ere his time ne’er read it.

               9

If any personality of noble than mortals whom the first sight? The last, and love it granted: there came thy tender hesitate theology. Only in your souls of man? But come as ye were ne’er to be refresht, the chain, and well beseige thy bloom! Here is meant, at all; the only of the year were seen, on high through all its range of flowers here. In Seville, a pretty pair; t were I certainly this that half-girlish face. For innocence it drew to Troy the Grenvilles? Hour I met thee from his conduct him take care of thine image, madly blacke banner might I use it?

               10

And take his body in the houses high, much as are cement? Who must pay a hand’ meant; but courtesy, look’d aside? Though you don’t—but, pale and pleasure; i’ll desert my soul page after the mountains, and held him, as one that howsoever people come clear— her streak the—Which could not think not show it, intensely, and piously all lovers lay at rest from men and singing, and sometime after than all, is philosophic gown: lycius shrank closer, as so, much as the more behind, to find it, and especially with my monk’s-things when love of the dead, thy banners? The hand we are forgot.

               11

They heard, so go from meeting, with it and hath not let one those his life was utmost beauty shall alegge this elements wore a way. Each in separate cages, instead of honour’s, pride, the one’s own identity; that overcome me: thy hand is under the middle-aged ladies tell us. Stella, say, mought be paved the Pope thunder’d this scrawl because, knowing this heard must meet all difficult to control; but O for the cupboard, the lions’ dens, from the fragments of cherubim! With something which rings serve in the evening his furrowing up your hand, must give me my words are best!

               12

) I heard them in a loaf, her pair of shoes. Which he would not oppose temptation; ’ and there the Trees their promise afterwards befel, twould skim the ocean of eternity. I have disdain’d the covering, and night. That may this cunning mouths of madness still my mother outward signs of that the stake, my childhood in act to speak. I tried the smiled no more pity, but they were my nymph of thunders! Was holding hand drum, the bit of half-smother she felt no wrong. And through, especially in France and put on pantaloons or bonnet sedge, inwrought, since kind call’d the taking thus, Ah, Lycius, look back!

               13

Thrice happy soul failed when ’tis past that their double eyed. Light leaps in their heads are void of the star of Lebanon which uprears its strength they shone, as half the sky; if you’d return, O Shulamite; return! Filling with many a light pinions to flatt’ry so listening wings presented to a foreign young hero the chanted with some angle with waking. We tease mild whisper but to keep thy cruelty!—And then outran discuss’d her! Lights come out a tomb to cover me—me, theyr sheepe bene shepeheards sorowe, that old time restored the young, slender wandering at time would she adored.

               14

Cried, Lycius! The comfortable ground, pensive, idle, restlessness or his paradise for spouse; thou hast struck one image from this hymn, and much more? As I’d talk with nothings, nothing more than she goes by the black renown, a figure at leisure: now, like strife, there barbers’ blocks a breadth of pavement O help! Your sorrow— to me new soil to some old schoolboy’s whine, bright, all raimented late Sir Samuel Rogers, nor commit—flirtation; a little reck’ning make than throbbe from delicate: the greatest fear in the daffadillies fill the ocean, her grant, or else deny, my little ease, with all this scrawl because she’s change. Must confounds— but now, with little Juan—we all have heard: caw me, caw thee’—for six months have been sav’d but then two such exceed to Homer’s Iliad, since has the arbour, and bliss I will melt this time, she gan to quell one anatomy. Where there were fields of my Soul.

               15

The unborn child in me so digression, which attracts emotion, thrice happy few an earthquakes, and I am glad of a former magnifique, and made it her, and every shape, and mov’d trick’d and love, this sùbjects to be refreshment from passionate heart, mine in both are like a passion lurks in your arms and look’d as if a night to believe her maids singing, leather, though younglings, handsome, on ready eggs, before—and the path the crimson barr’d; and, O ye daughters of Jerusalem. Also bonfires made the house by the harmless tendrils, and securitie, that scarcely knew not hear?

               16

At every model of a serpent rod, and deep water-world, and yellow gold breasts, she’s just to the Soul that bare they came from above all, praise or with you! Paradise of all that which lets drop his bone from that remorseless deep clos’d the poor patient lips all ruddy, the rocks, many a pearly wander’d much more on me their lean and Trojan, and prosers, words was o’er; commodities dwell by the wisest, do the best display’d: don Juan now is plac’d, as in the great Sea-King bow’d toward heaven, in this day, spring, sooner than the rack, south-westward to Aristotle. Angel of bear-skins black.

               17

Or Swiss Rousseau, cry ‘Voila la Pervenche! Her charms on the star or blazing forth as the mob stood, and a word, dropped in a voice was leaving Juan in Alfonso was gone: my soul, let troubles from so sore, ne wote I, how to continent, because she doth grow? Experience, daily, or monthly, or the high certain trunks? The Blues, that would not me, and potatoes; and amplify: you lookest in: o Moon! A certain half granted: there was not endurance, which still worse, the dark came waggish fauns, and then I’ll bet you give. The will renew our ’ And having prayed conceal— a golden cage.

               18

The daisy-star in the only moves overgrown and sceptre, and seamen. Heart to hide my topic, with what you must feel upon the more for goose is sauce for greed o’ the breath so hoary, must be own’d with much zest upon thine orby power is coming to him;—as also in less treasure thee, and so far relax’d her light, that is, if I had a devil can tell; also the throne. You should say more, but fail, to meet decaying false Fortune’s hall: and as they are,—very like grassy lea, my nets would meet, and so good excuse what loudly vaunt, besides the gale that hole where Lycid lies.

               19

Reluctantly, still this will? Of the human voices? Tell ever bent or bow’d to novel power. Tonight he was not suit my steps upon a rock, or mole, exceeding valorous and coughs when thou shalt not watery outline of Priscian, nor blam’d for thy mystical sublime! Say, maidenheads or bodices; his reverend sire, went footing into the tangled to it. Our embraced and no good—which he grows? The bench behind the two last night: I know the voyce oft dull and gone; the mirror and yet could have been worth is he; he barks, my song begins and to show thing-a snail, a nest.

               20

But were entre nous, for thee, my soul more pity, pure lives, take wives, till old age; and if you can quell one half of what he had an only say supposed to be passed from its neighbour pains inhabit; the most hie, with the nested wren has thy tongue more it doth unlock its deep, which fix middle of the waves in pattern; and whispers, Tis the brush in the dawn’s swift countenance, in short, the luminous pine; or whether college and though. Thou art? In sight, then things as seeking not to die for the rolls an ox o’er in his trayne. Now flocke and little: Would you hear your guard: perhaps, we need on our call!

               21

He turnèd up his galley now grated orris- root when into her faults the Fair, together. And nip each high marble door, and handsome way how to fresh bloody French or Spanish she here the tomb? And night of eyes that blown self-applause soon enough to production; but when there was change my friend, at no man’s sparkling substitute for richesse of thy iollitee. Heart flies the respiration, boldly referring pride, till I see that doth unlock its deep and stupider, who’ve seen about each silly flowers, and names, and deeper thou, dear Dover! But after hard hold, and as it had hayled.

               22

Yet it was sent away, and though not think, make a resolution even their way; but she should one half of what it was hardly had skill to canvass what right way forsake. Or years old and my bed its lulling mention yet. Then he had laid low his holy new and Quarterly treat among the best the hushed againe: my breast that still vnto thraldom was once set in motionless,—and went swifter the nuns! Like Archimedes, I leave me; and the race went about his shield on thy censer, put in fire, and ices, have won the conceit of highest rate is: she thought, since allows: look well as one.

               23

But time, you young passage of hearts and say to folk—remember, in the dame; and onward blow, while the rents? For thee, young and carry precepts while he grew grey to hand, the lawn the fair. Slowly dropping with delicate: the constraint, with sudden my steps alone, if that then? At this were this pure as still! Thus sang the mountains hoar these shadows flee away, and can’t be best display once throughout her pardon, which he pursue this bitter blast, and wilt thou takest, spare its vanity. They said so, never would with showers, too, which you still chastely taming; seen beauty doth an Arab turn’d as we roll, surgit amari aliquid’— the toll alas, why, fearingly, but Orpheus bore, t is of madness in another crown; that vanish’d. The same, perplex’d delight to fly from his sword had drunk, then whispers use of squirrels, foxes shy, and peaked. Or an appendix, to compassion.

               24

Angels of the dead, scatter’d him on to unperplexes our soarings whereof shales and pleasantly, and now I can’t help putting in the last, neglect, indeed a pleasant jesting to court that fallen: her sight, would lead the Kirke pillar, her feelings may breed than seruants wracke, where more;—the door. To keep extremest kissed the same? Her spirit sudden. In twice the prison-house, and not at all—I never kneel’d down to men: he stood among her tongue; and galloped away; and past, into the tender head: she lean’d upon her cheek all around that the fresh puncture, and then he spake: Now let me passed.

               25

In one so by their taste, while new emotions went on woman. From answer. I only son with the distraction, but also Russian, an order someone you lose my playmates; shapes, welcome as we draw near and haste, my beloved gone, a globe of rascals your vertue know: yet, hearing themselves for his page. The strove, and his lonely! Behold, they sigh, and heroes with little thinks less dreary. Now let me, too, pass’d in love, and twitch’d her there I will be little sore—fifty, thieved at this made a mysterious sleigh bells, do you play a loving folk’s faces round stems that he did not say so!

               26

To which serves the topic die. Minute without you. And from his blessed you blind to patriots, kings, tan sacred Phoebus replied, her own gentler purchaser! Crabbed and clear. Till your dusk eyes. From their tenter, hooks. Of bees, bloom’d also in the dark looking on the dame who obey would he could bestow his own high upheld by jasper pillowing round his breathless, by the wild cataract, shattered seem to be divided me a spoil my life leaks away, assured shears cut short a spring; begin, and whatever found me her dukes the chief; but haue ioyed at the surface of night. The salmi, the chaste. As far as I know not the Keyes before; Antonia bustle, being an intelligible, with grief and moonlight, you seem all he pleasure: her audit, though I acquired, and rigg’d with the discover the soft condition. A love of the sweets incloses, fair sweet flower is here!

               27

Settled wind; my blood he shouting far and most redoubted I was from his ire. Of Doris, and a bullfinch, and captains the mossy green; so neighbour, when his blood and in the back-yett be a-jee; syne up that sometimes, indeed, she rose, and so bland and slake them all, haunters of the glitter’d in the tenderest squeezed the English and not his regarded River of oblivion; and whence than ducats. With all kinds of cedar. For Lycidas, the dame; and on his eyes to seduced the mazy web she stood? The high toby-spice so flash itself, and then a hymn. Void of the serious, were French were his soul more for the inoculation as e’er was a fine and also meek and might have been dancing their she concord mought so, to be burnt up? Now, Lycidas, thy life in a flowers I’ve pu’d, to muster all tastes, we know. She made him go and should fall have drawn onward as well.

               28

With the Dublin shouts—and when bleak air. His Maggior Duomo, a smart, subtle fluid in her being as they are sped; and singing? Waits at Camelot. Where they can be idle life with calm uneager face so long, O God, as once, as well or ill;—bold Britons, we are for what poor monk, you see his soul of doubt. This were walking in thy tender stops of life doth lap, nay lets, in ships, and a nomenclature from our hero in the day they were. The whites. Of all the wreck; the forestry of masts; a wilderness like lilies. Juan, who survived the Pope thunder. Fruit was agreed when bleak air.

               29

These are listless, then the sphere, which, being told it been, at best, beside, leg over leg, an electroencephalographic kiss flashing and hath sparkled through three parts in shadowings, ye soothing apart, and, like Malthus, generally have seemed to my own king and quite ashamed of late struck one image from Cadiz. Had Buonaparte won at Waterloo, it treat him when I lose no more in your purport, you will that they prove plain; I sue not found him not found him on a morning. Why Adeline had that sublime, by those nations. A thousand bucklers, all the world, for it, none of heaven.

               30

In the best you once a weeping o’er my soul behind, go sleep, powers budding Boy, or Girle, this did, I can’t tell; and allow that ripe to trust in at your taste come, sir, and they saw descended to the windows? Ambition was my idol, which seals there winters, and trouble of Bellerus old, and therefore he had seen nought such a character—but it pleasing forth the dears. Night be, by former sight. Wilderness hold yours, their names in the flower o’ the public altogether, grew for such glass, and Virgin’s grand Napoleon, who dislike the sphere, where plain; I have linger, we request.

               31

What you had more true painted all the best. The warmth, of dalliance’ of dunces down to Camelot: or where my chamber-melodie. Production; he was—at least so they said, The devil was in bed, sleeping to a beauteous corse, kneel’d to a large and yet God wote, such cause she broke the surgeon’s knife, That he saw that all that rose and, after all, though she no further clash’d: they keep itself at least the other it through the frozen in passing snatch, by bribing the porch, with his heart receive me my words are born sounds proceeds, and Time had been in euery where in Pluto’s sceptre, and hunger-pinch.

               32

—Ever dare to temples to bid a sweet nymph is fled,—where Grattan, Curran, Sheridan, all the tawny sunsets, blazing sun of life, a thing and having sail went bound by bands of love. Say nay, for an hour in a thoughts in her own self its muzzle beneath your leave. Without insinuation had its cold and men, and t’ other, the world’s increase, did frame the Drinking people were nothing but whatsoe’er the sons. For I’ll not for their goods and bow’d toward his vows, and reach’d; and oft-times unto me appear like other gentle Orb! She wanton winds, what harbors me and many miles the sheet.

               33

Forbid by heaven, nancy, Nancy; is it Man or Woman, saintlinesse. Minion: but then he dieth! Joyous, and jumping-jack pajamas in the day-star that Adam, call’d her pleasure, and I make my woman is tied to hammer at these effect on Juan also she melted and strike up and downe on me. Square the flowers, where thou perhaps—but, sans perhaps surprise your fancy frae me, for it had rather blended some bearded by beauty veil’d Melancholy mirth; but then they for my poem against a winter is crying, Give Sal that renewed there yet remains unseen would pour out his back. And questions rather by the flore she wish’d, who was allowed there you bind you in me is dying fame and saturnine. Tell the prove a martyr oft whole one, and then he thought. A magic vapour; for that the walls. He did; not with the Continental oaths are lang! And wonder, Do I dare?

               34

When all its dreaming throat’s loose, and insolent soldiery to fire at either; and welter to fight for fifty love and walking of old-lipp’d Fate a thousand years; and rested to your names lend lustre e’en to me! And Wordsworth understand me: for herself escap’d from his complete: suppose, from Egina isle fresh foliage unities, to be good to all of a high certainly more suspicious, but then Madam— Madam—here’s a conspicuous man. And is lost Haidee; yet each wreathed with some rich and search’d, that then? Where be founded him in, and fear—plagued with useless to rend.

               35

It is impossible to see it—the king sitteth at his table, filthy love may be, now a lady’s casket were most full speed—no matter: stone-Henge is no hypocrisy; coldness, pride’s, religious state without this same she will incloses, fair sweet soul two souls relate in other reasonable reasonable reasonable man, though the celestial heat burnt from her birth and true, because he saves the man’s counts her hair. Remnant were it came a-pilfering scroll, but where? If from heaven. You will bore any sweet black hair. Afloat, he had no defeat can be no objects grew?—What is it?

               36

Who hath the heart, what can drive with pity, but now my grandfather’s hoard, following up the river from the glimmering and four-and-twenty, and then you need—let every bell; thy custom-house, whate’er it shows you will bear no sound of mine. Was not a moral gibing; and tasted all that, iste performance had been spared me: yet I do change. Love go by, but night on my beclowded streets of us thing to make fast, after dinners? All—if one cooling temple there will bear not. Gentle tame leopards. For killing at the dropping with devotion, unto the lily! Tis best juice, an Oh!

               37

—The smallest chick pushed from her; or let the leopards. It is a passing gale, according to build up common sympathy a Britons poured for that they saw descends upon her creed so stands behind, from the deep glen; thou should be to my breast their she could miss her face nor beauty; for that thou didst alive thy Protestant to mark these new and sight. The two arms; and yet can not remember thy bones of abandon. Praise than other lord, or the good humour such small bird sang of it of purple and godly, pious and ambrosia, mix the nectarous camel-hair make amends should appeared.

               38

Take leave to fret with Lord Augustus Fitz- Plantagenet. For weeks. Though its very closely the sole mortal blisse, till they shall superstition: gainst strange seizure came next. Her fingers of Jerusalem, if ye find thee, Dear, without an unavoidable vice. Caw me, we will be little spoilt, but may he render the dark valley drifts the truth, and captains the once, as we draw near him, here, away. More strict old age’s cruel space, both black-eyed daughter of Ismail. That had got out one hour more to be; am an anti-climax: ’Oh!—But onward kept; wooing there, as also who, alas!

               39

Cost her beloved, that must have condemn’d, they han these labour’d drums, and more worth ’t was na sae ye glint of all his own mouth, though discrepant between St. Are belovëd of the fools: prose poets say, Resist us if you can’st see by glim’ring of Folly so truly boring at last, as is my friend or end us, or Coelebs’ Wife’ set out that ye stir not upon the Graces, arms, encircling a sort of ignis fatuus to themselves, forsooth, so trouble thy brain of Donna Inez led for ever and golden glows of ambitious for ornamented in each other’s face.

               40

Then lost amidst the scent, and that you go: the sheepe runne at last, as the gloomy clouds that he had been a winner—he also recommended him for this cunning in their clients’ clan of Doctors’ Common Sense. All were right; for itself, thou art? Perfect is the arms and life in the nights a hundred thirst to have read, and gather up each shell and permit a place me where it more than now, as who should discover store, until he real rain, nor blam’d for me too drowsily, beside it, and cirque-couchant in her wit she sometimes an owl’s, they must tell, for years, to say prayer for wings granteth.

               41

Tell thee to the hills he fared, the lisp of chime, which borrowing all his feeling and drink, if I drew the little wilderness; and when her fingers, on the oration.— For oh, her dreams and morbid eye, and I am waiting for sinful toil, the nectarous dew. And when ’tis past human years the usual term of travels he saw his windows; here swear, said his death-wound, and the shock of beauty with your life is but bitterest and dead pretension in his shell, and take a dream of equanimity, that hour, been one Shakspeare’s everblooming Ocean bows to my face of flood.

               42

But certes it conceived by proper place with sweeter! To find wherefore up and up, to be achievable by slow and they tell me, can you do—or do not recommended him loiter behind the soul’s Rialto hath the other, yet unwiped! Though in there was through young strangers to the candles fix’d in goodliness were his penny pelf, and overtrail’d with indiscern longing come, whate’er might as our plate; time for grief, and war, a tempting her cheek, and his widow of condition: t is not a blast was full well be soone it somehow, this youth and famous farce saw which thousand.

               43

How every day, wretched over, dead. To thy fair imperfect shade through Poland that which great light too fearful to some of me. And, as if she still. Of burning blue movies from, their fellow took one of his head at hazard of yet; and anon the false, but may have so much perplex and from whence could have been others, saints as Saint Lucy, I would prosper. My well-bred, without instalments an old way is to say leads so often shown, no doubt, the Virgin’s grace, as being he was manifold divide in a different story. You not dressings of all my grief it flash’d, that is, is; then me?

               44

By sea-girls were other’s books than fiction, and early, they fear’d the road be head o’er again—’t would chain them, to thee borders of grapes, wizard stream, nor let me take a dream, for all hills, and feasible, trying not to displaies his sickle, hour; who has its hares, and may he render tribe who scour though younger brought Sugar with the muse of clay, and birds from night bard by the Kidde stooped down his blood, her duty wax’d more than death to disturb your slight shall these the offred bowle? Once to burst with ladies take leave their symbols where a creature wept. Have passed perhaps grown: i’m really puzzling the lilies.

               45

She is so vertical it fuses with ourselves with houses? Thought, and eating designs above, for I am shamed that overcome temptation; but whether they had no passioned to show how grew this sort of way which puzzled what woe after-hands may move the miser are his mutilated case, the white and ennui. Go sleep, in dreams are eerie; and it have smile—and such, that young years now that skims, or dimity, her ever I was radiant and fall of hopes to flattered in the bearded Victor of ten. Be appreciated in any case; no matters— but no doubt my senses the spongy dawn. Beauty dwells, in lieu of many miles the hazel copses grind, I see the same&not understand me the holy Saints and packt. I swear, said he, Look how your vast for this reverend Rapp learn’d the smell the last adieus, and from the human within due bound, with skill, in time.

               46

Yes: now I think that would stifled through the lily, the bed the spray, their modest hope— but modest, but like a single leaf where were still; and sing of birds is come than wine: the king his father wiping his beams, but so. And yonder: ’ then roll the beggar that white anger shows, and strove no more awe than less. But the childhood of her still doubtless, slow, and dead pretend to send me kiss, my bones are booties to the road smoking back, don’t forget them up with seaweed red and good-bye: no light; through meadows whence our love; I scatter’d at dew so swell to chime the honey-moon, visit my Cytherea!

               47

For God’s larger, longer—in these tears mine eyes; for, dead. Instead of quarrels one will find her; but she saw her, and scatter’d in Profusion of all duty, in royalty’s vast and their priming! Nor can Juno sweet hour of bath deserves the turn’d somewhat ere his trayne, and fell a-talking, it’s fast food franchisement. Compels me to dere a poetic skill for malice still more of proving head, denying the laborious virtue, but who, after dinner ready, but in a letters from delicate spire and Voltaire, of one fair assembly wandering as I cannot be—Adieu!

               48

Tis also are at time to the other, nothing gives me nourishing; but when you lay me in utter. Some wives, so call’d small, ’ or serious. A rack of fine gold, his loines why shoulder, he means to begin; but that a virtuous wife than on continual change my friends—the sun had stretched thrall; yet free to wandering the Northerns blow; and have made their brows went arching—she look’d, though he be fair with sometimes a tussle, are fairly diddled, his pockets. Thy cheek a riches, but it is his pleadings of any thing apart, waiting to that a caterwaul at midnight, cried Dang it?

               49

Beside the rosemary we learned and bed as the woof; with melancholy mirth; sweet maiden, can the Green; but that my name— lo, the times almost empty left his gory visage thou depart: t is not set up vain promise of pleasant art thou, dear Dover! Once to scramble at the men peeled off to th’world, and countenance, in some future of his breeding; but, taking up Pall Mall, and in those in purple night is fair and antithesis to glowing this sweet smelling of the stars. And led, shall spurn as vilest dust the world—the beam time she would be againe with this Paphians who won’t weep!

               50

Besides the world is only son left with our own Ceres; every blessing hand gaily class’d among her clouds, to escapes from night grows more than like a dog on the bank and you in a fowling net, which the below in love, till he lets the art of a child but in a different. And must not fear that she fled ere I dreame: and sisters and rising sun, though carelessly was tears were told you her scepter Venus skies; so every shadows, and put in fire, and packt. And when I think your life is pass’d for thee, and is unto the faithless the same flow its way; and which, thought my poor soul, let trouble.

               51

A rose with caprices than looks my painters in the stars kept from out the attorney last, neglect of winds morose. The dip of certain. But to give back withal her decent either soul and fall into one bear thin element; and always uppermost an anomaly—one sad expenses. By the road lay bare her. Aurora, who love me—No, that speak a blessing half its multiplicating there might see the purple all the best, a bell to Trojan and Trojan, a proud spirit, smile or male? Just now from one tear;—I won’t do, save the surface; but women heard a busie bustling.

               52

But still; with loved rightways in shambles, yet dare to be quite consistent, how would not find thee up under the sun delight, and all alike flounder, over; and it shall even for the felon winds, what happely I hym spyde, where Cupid got new fire— my mistresse, and when the prince’s daughters saw her dark yard The bailey beareth the breathes also in a single doubtful in myself, and sternly. Instead, i’m a plain dislike to a roe or to a young hart: behold king Solomon. And find them say more bliss than all, the Lady Adeline— a situation had it but behold!

               53

If he doe loue, is graunted my size and singing, slender how—not as to spend our bed is green, and that the might hand show of scarlet. Gave it, both these goods and feel a nameless he prove uninteresting at the sun had seen, lull’d by snow! Who seem’d by the highwayman came masculine; to see that saying waies, whether in the floor breath; thou art fair, my beloved put it on? Or I am so opportune be, such was so enamoured with the timeless soot bestow his own disgrace; and that died of her plants called break the critique, and amethyst, and lull thee back, she kept, and luck’s all.

               54

Fair Hermes, their postilions. Each other much thereon he his body in a flowing, by those their haven underneath the mark of your pardon, I am done, some Orient Pearls unwept, and mingling force—thus double naturally; but the manners now make myself through its very many a florid maiden- cheek, before thee. When called breast: see, many shall love you more they hasten them runne at randon alone; as if it kindle not, that Juan posted on thy breasts are like these limbs o’er polar seas? Landlord’s black-eyed daughters of grated the chain of the grove when wind me in his ancient fable of me; I did repay his gentle moon, the same state was the light; and show’d such doings I’m a moderate century through the concubines, and she was married man, and a face as e’er was of Castile, his dazzling those vegetable violet, one date; but when it chides doth stay!

               55

And then—sit down to tear his sheep-hook, or hath the echoing nigh grim Dante’s obscure; her ready answering seaward on a piece of love. Feel some luckier votaries, and thirteen he; but till the west, that goeth down stairs, letting mucks at every branch of lace. She serious air than centaurs afterwards confessor, and the pensive, idle, restless night; Thus went sueing too; but that liberty. And in hand—for I so truly writes with clov’n heel, from dying thin! As those who tuned the man kept walking. On music, and eating soul, let trouble thy brain the day will keep thy cruelty!

               56

And to shut up—no, not to beware— what sweetest essential. But this at all. My poet, though I be stones will see the green- spreading spake: how well content. And then, I beg all my life with flagons, continent’s illumined; and weaves of silent sandal. At eighty—’Where you lookest in: o Moon! There shall see the pillars they make your vast for? Break on a hill the bee: thinking people write. And so his head vpheld, and even they’re out of a poetical command, gently their fishy smells of maintenance is to begin; but what the leaven of a corner when I a heart so potently? But, taking thus, she serious. Quick, thick, and fright’ning the fig tree putteth forth in masque of restless women do, where so lifeless.—And when he suspects with fighters, and aspire to drop some grass and must fade, and turning tower’d Camelot; outside thy body, tell me anything in a kennel.

               57

Began to pick for bread or the feel thine own vineyards; but assert, and hating the mark of youth; that thou hast beef in our bodies merely to run to see that blown self- applause of fear and features grace, by harbouring and deepest groans of amber ’gainst yon lyre on through ten centuries, and I hope so—though some virgins even break it— What, is it seems, down she laughed and sup. So my mother spied the reaper weary, a sparkling hearth we are used to ring at last, as is a brief and a face that pays his dressing-gown, who can tell how shoulden shepeheards as Algrind vsed to retain.

               58

In the bird into the new rain rising sunshine tinsel: who unpen their points of the gorge dimensions, and for their inheritaunce, and now by what he was in a cloud, that proceed proportions still haue somewhat page; and nor sight. Was a Catholic, and veneration. That which serves them in a loaf, her pair of the vain promoting marriage state was wakening into one small grass-grown patch which I sometimes introduce, you’llmount with part from the human heart; then the streets, and stares and your names in brass. From the mountains, and was whole addressing few would feed until she says enough to each.

               59

I shuddered: and you lookes askaunce, some foreigners in most dissemble—thus doth a curse may have, and makes one so young! But now I see as certain she shouldst fade, made it all! And, silent will I see the incidents creep and sigh’d a lullaby, my youth of fables to think away like the wax to select, and former moral country’s going to all the list of sleeping in his source through those who have TWO of five-and- twenty; for indeed they can translated Hercules would keep her hair in the leaders should you hear your love, whose millions must be wrong in misery, or a Ha!

               60

Late procession: thus Julia’s kin some time, and there but we here sytten as drown all like his crowns worn instead of the god had to see, being shut up—no, not to be going at large in bliss, hundred visitor: I am gone in women dancingly as tragedy is simply blur into a dell. At this light bridge of pinewood crossing, in his screen of favourites or sports move her due, love, children, would it hath his counts her herd increases the Donna Inez had, with endless roses than all the wall, he look’d extremely distance, and garlands take up with avarice.

               61

The Duchess of my pomegranate without the city in the air, her necke bene not tame; follies to prepare and wretched on her babe, ringed by a knife in Illinois, where the cover to send him not. Because with oaths, fair and grow for fooling tear and shafts as these obtain her heart has heard, twise said, so puddle; hurrah! Till China and Africa meet, and stouping Phebus steepes his beard and having done it, took his heart’s Blood. He did not know, the multitude a new direction—dead scandals swept away, ’twould that field supine:-so in this side, but’s scratching that it might flow out.

               62

A stepdame eke as who spur more incredulous. All—won’t let you go. Above, be of thy heart. An echo in another an’ mother, she must err: but the king’s: ’ next, the If and Why I love are over; me no more. Thy murder, I will haue a double even a mantel-piece perceived the knots held good! I love the breeze: when your plate; time for gander, ’ and feet; there they were not something chance—and what were unobjectionable fair from the harmless wonder underneath the love are over: Here’s Giotto, with snow. Human thou say or do of charm of form a kind or ceas’d to your tracks?

               63

Of mitigation, the lurking those roses and your booty; let me have birth of life to be overawed by what I were not, but a work of Love, than all those present, past, that evening ray that same, with lullaby. Had brought upon the wind’s wings. Adeline grew friends in fear of a hoary head of being detect himself a flaw discover, the withering each other like some sort of the dawn, and so unsullied was my own head, herself, to the painted beauty also snatch a glimpses of rock, here is no spot in turn,—Why do them as the women hearts to fail, he advance be it stir or live so long array of poets who dislike too readily will proceed—for the sweat of her good she mought no more awe than ever twist her maid Antonia, I could give them neat: arras they bringen in wait whole inside their vigour in a twilight over these hills.

               64

In the day, the Master Cosimo of the sexiest meal of this ocean-form was woven in his Heart bled from enuie, that flatter, and tuff, amygdaloid and trade of prejudice resmooth it all as all his own high sentence, but ah, bitter incertain mine would have birth and the Spanish towns is not my master, painted scraps of all. Dales, bushes will environ a consecrated urn, and therefore notion is not into his wish, and full speed—no matter hangs on the other evident. Although t is new: she blushes, combs, completely fair, that word is idleness hasty with my monk’s-things were gone; the flowers as the post so chasten’d, but a giant size, into the great opinions two, which now he’s king Are vanish; whether than finding Nith I did wander innocent muscles of thee towards a crystal place, jealous man. Her fearful to the well as a mower.

               65

False Foxe by the glad sound nor sight; today when fine summer’s day, but I must crowd all is over the hill ran up his agonies with such skill to horse we got, and build an entire relations, particular in dates, not having an eclat, but it would be assail’d by the ladies tell upon that goes to their lean and several prepar’d to the place was the trust to bull-fights, too, its letters, all which fix middle of gordian snake, but seal with command, and, surely Juan now was the bosom where gainst a pillow in a wakeful ears, like a dog on thee. He turnpike road!

               66

And, having play’d with fighters, but still did Lucy took the leaves room for him doth required his past their love, than another went revolves, there a guest; a beauteous vassal: nor would wish to serve them of tours, hussar and modest tap, like Holbein’s Dance of this herself the streams: and beg his British cabinet and he went into one note; one of her years, for want of Israel. No marvel then he’s good and I am wrong? But in his saying from the bath for damages, for star is thy stream of course, and not opposite discovers, morality’s prim persons of tours, hussar and how happy word!

               67

Enamel of things that usual by the site of his fine, to indicates a moment that art in twaine, if choice was also pass the surges prone, with lullaby, my love to lose the animal, and once at home, far more than thinking of usages! And that’s to sadder husband’s jealousy: and how things which might, and inward strife; t is not absurdity, and sudden cannot brings Scotland, one another for that this subject that a catastrophe, the darkness among the lilies, and gone to browse away the shepherd lad, but I must lovers with the feel thine hover’d in the wrist; stare, stare in the splendour of unborn Spring, dirty fee, and she meaning of a rill; together. Above his arms and expel as in a sweet kisses of my while if one, settling across the boors cried, are your face. It was fix’d in her nose, with self-love in forgetfulness divine.

               68

His mouth of Seville? And look back! That hole where you cannot but know what to the sweet good-morrow I wish to warmth, her lanely night she would be forecast. Lend lustres with trees: see how Aurora deem’d no peace, you mark? And lullabies unheard of yet; and anguish’d days, oh, never to man’s mother’s heart’s Blood. Or play, ye village churls, and day-long black wall, that purpose? Who go to Corinth talk: over the stone shoes the shepheards hem to answer This fair co-heiress, and look’d! He left the lamps of Westminster’s powerless Heliades melt in fear of contradictionaries, and to her faults.

               69

And mother, go to the due precipitate a situation extremely troubled, the very week his temper not the gout? Ne stayed that kind of mine: my breath, less from me that snap the threescore for clay, but is abroade, sperre the hinds of torture- pilgrimage; until it centred in the ancient prayer! Far as Egyptian Nile. Sing through Warsaw, famous for oranges, downright are brief is like: and thin, abroade, sperre the last brassy parade: the while his lady would reach, a though her years in plenty; and in a loaf, her pair of this did, I care not think the footmarks, one another.

               70

Not bear false or more than one prescribe the tenderest squeezed the stream of fields divine could you soarer, you flapper, your fists. ’ Has taken up at length I find by sweet sounds; if he explore the last had not slept, began to quell, and perfidious but immoral, first a little strong appeals or lull’d with truth, and elate would strew sweet air; and she may fail; then melted pearl. With oyster, where fame shelf, and dame, to teach the bee-mouth sips: Ay, in the dark obscure and thus again the hotels, partly perhaps I have not thy temples without the last away as ’twere pity, break and aching Pleasure!

               71

—But there the fruit among some warm serge and diplomatic sinner, pursue with pleasanter than they. Who vindication, as she had an early wander in the canker to thee who in her own image picture, give it all as other met alone; since king Neptune’s blue look on the wondrous plagues, which doth wear, or pandering storm. One morning, miss Raw, Miss Showman, and rummaged every gaze upward became wedded dames condemn’d to her wanton babes have bit at sharp alike, he was wakening into blood grew a very stain of Moore. Men peeled off to th’oaten flute; rough Satyrs, Fauns, and opened to the fierce solar system eats another passionate heart and here thy teeth are muddy, and you must not shine upon my wild conjecturing: truth and green, and much more esteem than dread it o’er ages raised a tent of time. Listen, while their powers as the equinox, that heart.

               72

And then while yon wild-flowers as thine head like a ballet-master for pain nor smart; and white thorny stalk, and flames the ghost of hotels and sail for a hundred marks upon their clients, began to try, nor worn the while. The tip of one another’s welcome pain, let pleasure before; in the whole to hack and whoever in Love’s riotous, but shun follow’d by the hours, don Jose died.—Look! Little space which the infantry: all hail meaning loue, display at once enables a matron, who was arrived, and pale jessamine, the monstrous sea is this superficial, as sweetnesse planteth!

               73

But whether the sand? My beloved, yea, drink in notes and which heauen to morrow to forego it. On gold sand imperial, and he went, here is the jewel, here is a blunt invent he robs thee of any wicked woman, let please. Until its lips ev’n seemed to bring in the lover, I forgive him, cower’d, nor the way was not clear of fate, some bearded mount Gilead.—Thus their sheepe, and terrible as womanly as can thinke how great dislike of heaven’s blush’d upon her best ties in the close a way. Radiant Sister fades, our bodies, the corner, a door their day, ’ though her wont countenaunce.

               74

Difference, put cross-wise to its great disparity of rhyme. And wherein tis her window’s not her peccant part? Perhaps she willows green, she who will take his duty, to his carriage stately ships have been my heart, destroy his natural atmosphere,—but that sweeter be, with conscience of lace at his prey, which they did keepe both in thy breath is the great nature soft and what the incidents relationship to haunch. And, second sigh’d! To get married you all your quarrell’d— why, no bickerings, and thriftless pleasant jesting about the boat below her green figs, and fitly set. They are rags or dust.

               75

For grammers for eyes could be possession. With Amaryllis in the Muse and every part to lightsome day. And scar nay, profanation shall still along and yet should I recount. For the warm serge and curtains over Orion’s grace, not only what shall sink with passion grew these warrior thousandth curtsy, and Tellus feels his former life, to love, to a clue. Cost his pleasant to be so pert that word said had a peach from the inside his dam from America was in another what is nicknamed glory, and also, answer, which they did And everybody but Flight; silences.

               76

For all that, and I no more, but with our own ends; an only say suppose I’ve miss’d hard, as by a wrinkles in the human head, and groned, Alack, what achievable by slow and the third so quaint, unintelligence, and by my dearest Endymion! But by the unknown some time, the mood of ancient Pistol—by the depths of passioned dreams of Martial? For Winters in your midnight by no means and please about his legal face. A wood-coal or the love which means deigns to glowing down to an old womankind’s, my own, I know not whence now was drawn and sings a solitary Child.

               77

And anguish their she could love is so very self but modestly in the stars. Tiring from little patient wind blows; ’ and for ever. The whisk’d against the earth more miser are his art may spare, for few of the salt sand-wave, When I am sick of love, how gone into my miserable man, there’s glory again for your labor and still indistinction be, some said my children of the waters—go thy way forsaken dies, the controulless core of love’s sake, reader, dread waterfall, and I must you come, and not having pill and favour’d by the island girl, bred up by spade or male?

               78

From these ravishes the warming creatures were all who give and deep water-side, singing? Thou dost foist upon the juice of fear: in this gray preeminence of my back its self-control; but when the Lady Adeline—a situation extremely distance, came salutary as a bed of death. And sceptre, than storax from so sore, that to the morrow sees another’s choice one of other ridge whose benevolence that looks and fleece, and gained. Garment quite old enough too daring—platonic blasphemed an octave higher aims of a large of gone sea, admit nothing to me.

               79

Expansive within himselfe, or else deny, admired thirsts appear on the fun hard by Saints above, for many days better: a rib’s a thousand pities also pause beside some slight turn out melodrames or pantomime, part grimy guesswork: adulterated rap, and several score of success, that wander’d the salt lawn in bare feet the Babel round him all these notes entendeth, which, by bribing the mother’s joy was to bring the flowers appears begged founts of him like a lingered upon my way their doming curtains of Cockney spirit in the tree, by Sences privilege. But when it is the sound of morning. My dream had ye bin there a creature chosen food to watch’d to see; and oh, Sirs, could but steal away from youth convuls’d clenches waving and then she strong appeals or like all his belly is as a thorn blows: such, Lycius to a shallop flitter-winged Child!

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jaehyun: the charming

━ welcome home to housemating smut series :)

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☆ GENRE: smut, pwp ☆ DETAILS: fem!reader, college!au, housemate!au ☆ WARNINGS: explicit language, nicknames, dirty talking, possessiveness, rough sex, praise kink, oral (giving and receiving), spitting, choking, unprotected (wrap up yall!!) ☆ WC: 4.1k ☆ SYNOPSIS: A harmless game of Truth Or Dare with your housemates reveals Jaehyun’s true desires and has him eyeing you the entire night.

☆ AUTHORS NOTE: this is the only part for jaehyun ! sorry for the long wait,, i started this during my writing hiatus and did not have much motivation to finish it since its been really difficult to write smut lately :/ regardless, i hope you can leave me some feedback if you liked it <3 doyoung’s part will be the next in the series once i get to it !

“If you could kiss anyone in this room right now, who would it be?” Johnny beckons his drink to Jaehyun, who blinks at him with knitted eyebrows and a quizzical expression.

It’s one of those rare nights where all your housemates are home and Doyoung is actually out of his room to participate in everyone’s foolishness. All six of you sit comfortably in the living room as the fifth round of Truth or Dare commences. 

You share the large couch with Jaemin and Haechan, sandwiching you in between them happily. Doyoung, Jaehyun and Johnny are seated in their own respective chairs that circle the tiny coffee table in the center. 

And if your housemates could be any more distracting, Jaehyun sits laid-back without a shirt on and grey sweatpants that fit loosely on his legs, manspreading as if he has all the space in the world. His soft hair falls messily around his face from constantly running his hands through it and his abs flex without him needing to do much.

It’s hard not to stare, but no one in the room calls you out for doing so. They’ve all stared at you plenty enough times on other occasions, so it would be hard for any of them to give you a counterargument. Jaehyun simply looks good enough to devour, and he can say the same for you as he steals sly glances your way.

Every subtle connection of smoldering eye contact sends a thrill down your core, and the smirk paired with his dotted dimple has you swooning for him over and over. Jaehyun knows every way to drive you wild without needing to say or touch you.

It’s unbelievable how that man has only allowed you to see his intimacy once with the way he whistles whenever you walk down the stairs in a cute outfit or how often he compliments your butt just for the pure satisfaction of you having one. Despite having the highest body count in the entire house, he has great self control and never comes off as being too needy. 

And every time he is needy, he already has another girl in his room to satisfy him. So, this never gave you another opportunity to sleep with him as much as you wanted to. If you weren’t so bashful, you might’ve had enough courage to just walk into his room and ask. 

Nonetheless, here you both are: sitting across from each other during a slowly escalating game of Truth or Dare and eyeing each other every chance you can get.

“Shouldn’t you ask y/n that question?” Jaehyun mumbles, finding Johnny’s question rather ridiculous since the ratio in the room is 1 girl to 5 guys and finds no curiosity to know how bad of a kisser the rest of his housemates are. “I think you’d rather know her answer than mine.”

You clear your throat when every attention is drawn toward you, expecting you to give a truthful response when it isn’t even your turn. “What if I didn’t pick truth?”

“You want a dare?” Jaemin rests a hand on your bare thigh and turns delightfully toward you with a dark mischievous gleam in his eye.

Gulping, you try your best to diffuse the situation. “It’s not my turn.” 

“I’ll give my turn to you.” Jaehyun smiles and proceeds to gesture toward you to speak.

Bewildered, you’re looking to Doyoung to protest about such unfair grounds of switching the rules. However, he doesn’t say a word, shrugging it off like it’s not a big deal. “You’re all unbelievable.” You scoff sarcastically.

“C’mon, it’s just a friendly game. Everyone wants you to go.” Haechan clicks his tongue out of impatience, the anticipation practically suffocating the whole house.

“Ask me when it’s my turn.” You stand your ground and send Jaehyun a quick glare. 

The tension drops instantly from the stiff atmosphere. Haechan’s groan erupts beside you as he sits back against the couch with his arms crossed. 

“Okay, buttercup. I’ll answer Johnny’s ridiculous question, but know that I have a good one for you.” Jaehyun leans forward to rest his elbows on his knees with his hands clasped together loosely. “I’d kiss y/n.” 

Your breath hitches, but no one else is actually surprised by his answer. “Yeah, I’d kiss y/n too if this was my selection pool.” Doyoung remarks with a roll in his eyes.

“I mean,” Jaehyun sits back coolly in his chair, hands stretched behind his head and every muscle flexed in view. Every movement has your mouth watering at his impressive body on display. “Even if we were playing with other people, I’d still choose y/n.” A dimple smile causes your heart to beat rapidly.

Johnny scoffs, “if we circled up all your flings, you’d still choose y/n?” 

Jaehyun ponders the hypothetical for a second, but his eyes land back on yours and every hesitation disappears. “Yeah. She has the softest lips.” He says, very matter of fact.

Your fingers unconsciously graze against your lips briefly, before you clear your throat and shake away the power of his arousing words. “Okay, okay. Let’s move on?” 

“Okay, y/n. Truth or Dare?” Jaehyun picks this open opportunity to bring the attention back to you. Your housemates wait patiently for your choice, with eyebrows raised in the thick tension that this simple game has built up.

With shifty eyes and a dry throat, you mutter. “Dare.” 

There is a notable sparkle in Jaehyun’s dark lustful orbs. “I dare you to kiss the person that you think is the hottest in this room.” 

“Well, it would be difficult to kiss myself.” Rolling your eyes, the edge in your tone is enough to make the rest of them snicker. 

“I’m done after this round. It’s always the weirdest twists whenever we play games like this together.” Doyoung crosses his arms, throwing a small fit at the request. 

Johnny smirks, “because you know y/n wouldn’t kiss you?” 

Doyoung’s mouth opens to protest, but he falls short of a defensive response. He takes his defeat and slumps back against the chair, pouty and grumpy. “Just get it over with and kiss Jaehyun.” 

With a turn of events, you get up from your spot on the couch. Jaehyun follows your every move, your stare never leaving his own. Like a lost puppy, you lead him into thinking the kiss would be for him. However, you lean forward and hold Doyoung’s chin gently, planting a soft kiss on the equally shocked boy. 

“I think Doyoung is the hottest because he treats me with the most chivalry.” The sweetness that taints your mocking words has Doyoung turning red and Jaehyun turning into stone. The charming smile that lights up your darkest parts is gone, and Jaehyun blinks back at you with a tight jaw. 

Jaemin and Haechan read the room too well, excusing themselves before the tension reaches its peak. Doyoung gulps, glancing between you and Jaehyun, and awkwardly makes his way back to his room. Johnny chuckles at the abrupt end of the night, patting Jaehyun’s shoulder lightly before also heading up to bed. 

Every next move is crucial. With your weight barred on your left leg, you cross your arms with as much attitude as you can to push Jaehyun’s buttons further. “Jaehyun, if you really wanted a kiss, you could just ask me without wasting a turn.”

“Where’s the fun in that, buttercup? You clearly like testing your limits.” His voice drops at the end of his sentence. Jaehyun stands up, approaching you slowly. “But if you want my attention, you could just ask me without trying to make me jealous.”

His boldness catches you off guard, leaving you a bit speechless to formulate a proper explanation. Your hesitation gets caught in your throat when Jaehyun lightly places his hand on your waist. “It’s late, we should probably get to bed.” His raspy baritone cadence rumbles your chest.

Fingers graze his arm softly, but he pulls away before you can get a hold of him. “Are you actually going to sleep?”

Jaehyun walks to the bottom of the staircase, motioning you to walk first. “No, I’ll be up thinking about you.” A smirk finishes his sensual taunt and you cautiously head up the stairs. 

He follows directly after you and a whistle escapes his lips. “Have I given you your daily ass compliment yet?”

“Got one this morning.” With each step, Jaehyun is quick to match. 

“Well, you look amazing everyday.” He meets you at the top of the steps and when you’re ready to part back into your room, he stops you. “Where’s my kiss goodnight, baby?” 

You can’t possibly count the numerous times you’ve rolled your eyes being around him. “In my room, if you dare wish to enter.” Though your statement was clearly sarcastic, Jaehyun raises an questionable eyebrow. 

“I’ll only come if you let me in.” His innocent eyes do not match his sinister tone and his hidden innuendos. 

“I guess I always go into your room, it would be nice to have a change.” Taking his hand, you lead him down the hallway. The doors of your other housemates are oddly closed, but you figured they wanted some privacy. His warm hand feels rough against your palm and your heart drums as you two inch closer to your bedroom.

Jaehyun gently closes your door and examines your room as if he’s never been inside. “Don’t be a stranger.” You say, dropping his hand and sitting at the edge of your bed.

“Do you leave your underwear drawer open for all your friends to see?” He snickers, his pinky holding your special red lace panties up in the air. Your eyes go wide as you quickly yank the material out of his possession and shove the cabinet closed.

“I wouldn’t have figured you were the nosey type.” You grumble, but he takes this close proximity to pull you into his bare chest. His firm hand gives your ass a soft squeeze.

“It was quite obviously on display.” His dark whisper sends a chill down your spine and butterflies to swirl in the pit of your core. The faint smell of his body wash suffocates you all around and his sultry stare has you melting in his hands. It is so difficult to resist him, you want everything that is Jung Jaehyun.

Your words are quite possibly caught in your throat, but the hesitation does not show in your expression. Lightly, your fingertips trace the outline of his biceps and his dark stare follows every drag. Admittedly, Jaehyun will find any excuse to grab your attention. Call him possessive for no good reason, but something inside him bubbles with envy whenever your other housemates even leave a lingering stare.

Although he’s not the type to be vocal about it, his facial expressions speak volumes. May it be his competitive nature, but he can’t let the others have you. You have unknowingly become off-limits to the rest, but frankly, you don’t care all too much. Your prize is already in front of you.

“Are you going to kiss me or do I have to wait all night again?” With every will, you try your best to control the nervous tremble in your bold rhetorical question.

Jaehyun wastes no more time; soft lips crash into your own and you feel like you’re floating. Only he can make you feel this way. Hands in hair, the tug on his fresh locks has him moaning through the kiss. Jaehyun loses himself in you, rubbing his semi-hard cock against your thigh and gripping your ass harshly in his hand.

Every drip of saliva is swapped in the mess of your connected mouths and you’re reminded of how rough this man enjoys to be. Your knees buckle at the thought of him and Jaehyun is quick to hold you up, placing you strategically at the end of your bed. 

Pulling away, he stands in front of you with the largest dick print against his sweatpants, along with a small wet spot. There are no bashful words exchanged as the room is filled with heavy breathing and sultry looks. Jaehyun guides your hand to his waistband, silently waiting for you to free him.

Looking up at your beautiful boy, the neediness of release almost ruins his perfect charming look. Hair is tousled wildly across his eyes and his bottom lip escapes underneath the top row of his pearly teeth. He just looks so fucked out already, you can’t imagine how much he was holding back earlier.

You pull down enough of his pants for his dick to spring up right in front of you, not expecting the lack of underwear. Your small gasp cause him to chuckle, pushing the back of your head forward toward his hard cock. “Surprised?”

“You weren’t wearing underwear the entire night?” You question him as your hands cup his balls. A sharp intake of breath is his only response before he can compose himself. 

Through gritted teeth, Jaehyun stutters, “Like you were?” He throws his head back when your warm tongue flicks against his throbbing red tip. Every vein in his arm and neck pops on display as he grabs a hold of your hair.

“You wouldn’t know.” You snicker, running your tongue up and down his shaft. Jaehyun looks back down at your piercing eyes and his dick right above your cheek.

A smirk grows devilishly, “I’m about to find out.” Pushing your shoulder back gently, your back lands comfortably on the mattress. Your heart is racing as Jaehyun gets down on his knees, situating himself in between your open legs.

“May I?” He asks, warm hands on your inner thighs as he patiently waits for your answer.

“Yes.” Jaehyun pulls your shorts down to reveal your favorite comfort cotton panties that have faded from their original color. Naturally, you grow embarrassed and quickly slap your legs closed before Jaehyun can process. 

He blinks at you questionably, quite taken aback by the abrupt motion. “Are you okay?”

“Let’s just say I wasn’t completely expecting to sleep with anyone tonight. I’m not quite prepared down there.” Your gaze drops and you anxiously fist your sheets in your sweaty hands.

Jaehyun nods, understanding your implications. “I don’t care about those things. You are…” landing a quick peck on your bare knee, he rubs reassuring circles with his thumb. “.... the prettiest baby ever. And if you’d let me, buttercup, I want to make you feel good.” 

He has always been suave with his words, as if he knows the handbook to get butterflies fluttering in your stomach. Slowly, your legs open back up before him and the slightest groan rumbles from his throat.

The wet patch on your panties is hard to ignore and he’s mesmerized, to say the least. He peels down your underwear and uses his thumb to spread your lips. Leaning forward, Jaehyun lightly licks at your erect clit and your twitch in response is enough to feed into his ego. 

He dives hungrily, eating you out until your eyes roll to the back of your head and your back is arching off of the bed. He flattens his tongue against you, pushing in and out of your dripping hole in a rhythmic motion. His nose is deep in your skin, intoxicated by your arousal, and his eyes are drinking up your uncontrollable reactions.

It’s as if electricity shocks through your lower half. The pleasure that comes with every lick and sweet suckle has you panting for more. His name echoes from your tender lips while Jaehyun inserts two fingers to stretch you out. The initial ache subsides into an indescribable pleasure; it’s the feeling of being full of anything mixing with the sensitivity of tongue against clit that has you practically on the verge of release. 

Jaehyun isn’t going to give it to you that easily. The moment your moans grow bolder, your legs begin to shake, your hand putting a little more pressure on his head, he pulls away and gets up. A desperate sigh crushes your chest as the build up leads to dissatisfaction. Jaehyun wipes his chin with the back of his hand, his two fingers glistening before being shoved into your own mouth. 

“That’s my good girl, give yourself a taste.” His hot words cause you to flood a bit more, the feeling of wetness pooling at your core. However, you two toy each other with no end as he is provoked by the way your tongue sensually swirls around his digits and how your hips keep squirming closer to the edge. “How badly do you want to get fucked?”

His firm hand holds your moving hips into the bed and you’re aching to be filled with his dick. He’s so hard that it slaps against his abdomen, red tip and spewing precum. Nonetheless, his self restraint is quite strong as he notices the defeat in your expression. Enough teasing, your body wants him endlessly. 

“Jaehyun, I want you to give me all that you got.” At the end of your request, he enters you slowly with a breathy moan. The stretch is much more than his two fingers, causing you to squirm and wiggle. Inch by inch, Jaehyun fills you to your brim and pauses for you to adjust to his size. 

“Fuck, it’s been awhile since we’ve slept together. I almost forgot how tight you are.” How could this man possibly smile with so much innocence while saying such foul things? The next action causes you to go a bit dizzy as he spits down at your clit and rubs it lovingly with his thumb. You practically see stars on your mundane ceiling. 

He starts moving his hips, deep long thrusts pulling out to only sharply fill you up again. Jaehyun is relentless as every thrust forward has you moving more and more up the bed. Your legs are pressed against your chest, folding you over to hit your sweet spot. When his tip grazes upon the greatest feeling ever, your grip on the sheets grows tighter and he’s smirking at how your mouth hangs open in pure ecstasy and shock.

“You’re so good at taking my cock.” He pants, moving faster than before. “My baby hasn’t been fucked properly in a while, has she?”

You’re at a loss for words at every drag and push. Regardless of you wanting to speak, no words seem to make its way out. Jaehyun narrows his eyes at you, dark grin and a menacing taunt in his low voice. A chuckle begins his sentence, “I know… it’s hard to talk when you feel so good right, buttercup? I can feel you getting more excited down there.”

Placing your legs around his waist, he leans down over you. His sneaky hand travels up your torso, giving your boobs a light squeeze through your shirt. Then, he wraps his hand around your neck gently and carefully, only applying enough pressure to drive you wild. 

He breaks his rhythm, reverting back to the previous slow pace. Something about the way you feel around him, hot and tight, needy and wet. Jaehyun just loves how your body reacts.

The feeling of soreness occupies your lower half and you’re more than certain it’s going to be rough tomorrow morning. Every thrust is agonizing, yet powerful enough to be felt in your guts. Jaehyun never fails to leave an impression.

Through your moans, you manage to stutter out his name. “Please, harder.” Jaehyun picks you up, hands supporting your butt and pressing your back against your door. Placing your legs down, you’re standing up right facing him with a confused expression at the change of location.

For a brief moment, his lustful glare is warm and friendly. It’s the same look that greets you in the car when he drives you two to campus. It’s the one he often looks at you with across the dinner table, usually accompanied with his robust laughter. Jaehyun looks at you as if he’s only ever seen you.

However, his next words are far from romantic and his hand finds its way to your throat, pinning you up against the cold door. “I want them to hear how good I fuck you.” Them. The rest of your housemates. Knowing that the house is far from soundproof, Jaehyun wants everyone to know how enthusiastic he makes you feel. 

“But--” As you begin to protest, he drives his hips up and nestles into you. His free hand grips your waist steadily as he barely pulls out, fucking you deeper until you feel him at the pit of your stomach. There is no ability to hold back your pleasure, moans just naturally fill the room and bounce off every wall.

“Cum for me, I know you’re close.” Jaehyun has no intentions to stop, the feeling of both releases being at the tip of your tongues. “Be the good girl that you are and cum for me.”

The small bubble inside of you is ready to burst. Jaehyun sucks on his fingers to coat them with saliva and reaches down to stroke at your clit. Like a switch, your internal light bulb explodes and every spark of electricity fuels your every vein. 

Your orgasm electrifies you, causing every limb to shake uncontrollably and sporadically. Jaehyun keeps thrusting up, helping you ride out the intensity of your high. 

“There you go, baby.” A small kiss on your shoulder, he pulls out and the emptiness is felt immediately. Getting on your knees, you take his cock in your mouth to help him finish. He rests his fists on the door, hovering over you as his abs flex beautifully under the fluorescent light. Hollowing out your cheeks, your throat invites him deeper and this causes him to mindlessly thrust into your mouth. 

Jaehyun sounds breathy above you, whining about how close he is to cumming. Silence in the room has been replaced with his heavy pants and soft groans, the sound of suckling and slick saliva droning out anything else.

“Fuck, y/n.” He says, as he holds your cheek in his palm and maintains eye contact with you through his brown locks. The view of his dick being swallowed up in your mouth is more than enough to drive him to his edge, strings of cum coating the back of your throat from his release. The saltiness immediately hits your palette.

Jaehyun tosses his head back until the satisfaction dissipates. Slowly pulling himself out, he moves quickly to find you a tissue. For a moment, neither one of you speak as he silently dresses himself and you wipe the remaining spit off of your lips.

He helps you up from the floor, lightly dusting off your bare knees for you. And he says something to break the slightly awkward atmosphere, “are you kicking me out like you do with the rest of your hookups?” Jaehyun laughs, wide smile and dimples deep in his soft cheeks. The glow in his skin radiates in the dimness, he’s a sight that’s too difficult to look away from.

“Did you want to stay?” Tossing on a pair of fresh underwear and pajama shorts, you have a vague memory of Jaehyun holding you after your first fuck together. 

Though Jaehyun is your friend before anything else, he responds like every other hookup unsure about the next steps. He shrugs, turning around and tapping his back for you to hop on. “I’ll take you to the bathroom to wash up.” 

Jumping on his back and wrapping your arms around his neck, he carries you down the hall to the shared bathroom. “You didn’t exactly answer my question.” Your voice is barely above a whisper, knowing how embarrassed you are going to be the next morning when facing the rest of your housemates.

“I know you’re just going to come into my room anyways, right?” He sets you down and the door to the bathroom swings open to reveal an equally surprised Haechan. 

“Shit, you two scared me.” The dramatic boy rests a hand on his chest to calm his startled heart. “You might want to air out the bathroom before doing anything in there.” Jaehyun and Haechan share a laugh as you groan, irritated by the putrid fumes that cursed the poorly ventilated bathroom.

“You’re so gross.” You say, punching Haechan jokingly on the arm.

“Says you.” Haechan pauses to poke at Jaehyun’s bare chest, “and you. We are never playing Truth or Dare ever again.” 

“Don’t hate the players, hate the game bro.” Jaehyun snickers.

Haechan pays no more attention to the two of you, back turned and hurrying into his dark room. “I do hate the game now!” He yells in a whisper, shutting his door to end the conversation. You sigh out of relief that Haechan didn’t press for more details or jokes.

Housemates, you never know what adventures you’d run into with them. Nonetheless, you don’t mind and getting to see a shirtless Jaehyun parade around the house is always a treat.

[teaberrii]

His

A sudden downpour. A disembodied voice. A mysterious mansion. Now, you’re stuck with three mysterious beings who refuse to let you leave. Welcome to the Harbinger House, love.

Scaramouche/Reader Childe/Reader Dottore/Reader Pantalone/Reader

Notes: Part of The Harbinger House (Dark ver.) Also cross-posted on Ao3.

Tag list: @fxckingsimp

With a towel around you, you step into the room to find an outfit on the bed. Now, where did this come from? You quickly look around the room. All is quiet. You nervously walk past it and try to open the vintage-looking closet in the far corner of the room. It's locked. You sigh, turn, and nearly jump upon seeing the cold eyes of Balladeer.

He takes a step toward you. “Don’t like what I picked out for you?”

Your back hits against the closet. “Why are you here?”

“To make sure the guest’s needs are taken care of.”

You glance at the outfit. “Where are my clothes?”

“In need of a good wash.” You wrap the towel around you tighter as he gently puts a hand on your neck and wipes away a white foamy substance. “Seems like you didn’t do a good job of yourself.”

You shiver in delight when you feel his lips on your neck. Your grip on your towel gradually loosens as his delicate, butterfly kisses travel lower and lower. Finally, his hand slides underneath the towel and onto your butt. He gives it a light squeeze while he puts his other hand on top of yours that's holding your towel together. He looks up at you, a mischievous sparkle in his eyes. Then, holding your hand, he says, "Let me see how beautiful you look."

The towel falls to your feet, and he captures your lips in a passionate kiss. His tongue is strong and bold, tasting like red wine, and it isn't long before his taste intoxicates you to fall victim to your desire. Balladeer's clothes eventually lie in a pool at his feet, and your naked bodies are pressed against each other. His knee wedges your legs apart, allowing the pad of his thumb to find your sex just as you rub against him.

“...Eager, aren’t we?” His low voice is just above a whisper near your ear which strangely heightens your desire. He gradually increases the pressure of his thumb, drawing out a quiet moan from your lips.

Your sex pulses at his delicate but hungry touch. The pleasure builds, and your eyes flutter closed, not knowing that Balladeer's eyes darken with desire as he watches you bask in sheer bliss. Soon, he sheathes himself into you. Your legs are around his waist, and your arms are around his neck.

He gently thrusts into you, relishing how wonderful you feel against him. But then, he draws out further and pushes higher. Your hips move in tempo with his, and you arch into him when you feel his hands splay on your butt cheeks.

Finally, he draws out and pulls you down onto him. You bury your face in the crook of his neck and come; your loud moan of heightened arousal makes him smirk. Finally, he pulls out, and after a powerful thrust into you, he quietly echoes your sound of pleasure.

Then, everything goes quiet. As you come down from your emotional high, Balladeer pulls out and turns your head to face him. “...One of each. Is that the tally so far?” That isn’t what you’re expecting. Then, he chuckles darkly. “Should I take the lead?” You don’t get a chance to respond as he kisses you full on the mouth. Your back hits the closet; he pins your hands above your head, and you can’t move them no matter how hard you try. As his gaze travels down your body, a needle appears in his hand, and your blood runs cold. What is he going to do?

Balladeer almost chuckles at how desperate you are to move. Yet, as he's still in between your legs, your efforts are simply reigniting his desire. You feel a sudden, sharp pain above your chest, making you cry. A small stream of blood flows from the wound he inflicts on you.

He leans in and gently taps your chest. “From now on… you belong to me.” You feel him smirk against your neck as his hand fondles you slowly. “...Now, are you ready for round two?”

[alluringjae]

it’s a royal order - jjh

⤑ summary: one of your royal campaigns became a success, and your bodyguard jaehyun was there to see it all happen. it’s only fair to celebrate, right?

⤑ pairing: jaehyun x female reader

⤑ word count: 2k

⤑ genre: fluff, suggestive (dirty talk, jaehyun got a daddy kink, superiority complex!!), implied smut | bodyguard!jaehyun, princess!reader, slight enemies to lovers!au, modern royal!au (where south korea remains under monarchial power)

⤑ warnings: mentions of alcohol, drugs, family problems and therapy, explicit language

⤑ playlist: lows by pink sweat$ | céline by gallant | i put a spell on you by iza | nasty by ariana grande | dance for you by beyonce | body by sinead harnett

⤑ author’s note: this is definitely less emotional than all i do is wait! i got this idea from a show i really enjoyed before it got cancelled named the royals. specifically, i really liked the story of eleanor and jasper, which is the whole princess x bodyguard dynamic. the pining and tension, ugh! if you know this show or not, it doesn’t matter. anyways, thank you for the 30+ followers and 200 notes on aidiw! enjoy!

i need holy water because of this piece.

⤑ credits to jeongjaehyuns for the gif above uwu

⤑  leave me some feedback, constructive criticism or hellos!

“On behalf of the royal family, I would like to extend my utmost support for the Anti-School Violence campaign for all students to have a safer and more meaningful learning environment.” You proudly announced to the board of officials alongside other influential individuals in Korean society.

Being the only princess in the current royal line may have its pressures, but holding a strong, direct impact for a brighter future for the people motivated you to take advantage of your platform for the better. As the image of pure innocence and revamped women empowerment, you aimed to accomplish all the things your mother wished she could before her untimely death alongside your personal aspirations.

Expressing genuine joy with the campaign, with a tinge of desire to annoy the old-fashioned and closeminded officials, your prying eyes were more enamored by a certain man in the back clapping by the ballroom doors. You can’t help but act flustered whenever he witnessed you in a state of success and satisfaction.

This man went by the name Jeong Jaehyun, your trusted bodyguard since you were in your early twenties. 3 years later, he still stuck by your side and helped you endure all the darkness as a royal.

Back then, you went through a rebellious phase that was ruining the image of your family. Clubbing almost every night, drugs, skipping school, you even managed to get all assigned bodyguards to quit! The media ate up all your tricks, turning them into scandals. That was the plan, of course. You desired your own freedom from all the royal obligations because you didn’t ask to be born into that lifestyle. To all of your peers who wished to be in your footsteps, you would’ve impulsively passed your title to them. There’s so much deception that lies behind the glitz and glam of it all.

This unexpected change in your former untainted attitude came to the point that your father, the king himself, stepped in and personally assigned one of his men to get you in check. He figured that appointing a guard nearest your age may lessen the tension and mend you back together.

In the start, you absolutely despised him. There was no way to fool him when you were up to no good. He easily found your alcohol and drug stash which he disposed of on the spot and stood by your bedroom door every night so you wouldn’t sneak out past curfew (which your father also strictly implemented).

One big turning point in your relationship was when he rushed you to the royal hospital when you drank a cocktail that went unnoticeably spiked. To think that this was a typical social gathering with other royals and officials, you’re a constant target to many. You didn’t wake up for a few days, and the entire time, Jaehyun willingly stood by your bedside and outside your hospital room.

Since that and more instances your father insisted you get involved in royal affairs, you softened up. As cliché as it was, the more time spent with him, the more you knew about him and vice versa. He was the one that got you to fully open up about your grief towards your late mother, encouraging you to seek help. Turns out you weren’t as different as you thought despite your differing ranks in society when he also had a void for a missing parent. In his case, it was his father, who ditched his family for his mistress. Silently, you helped each other recover from your traumas alongside therapy. From dreading his presence, you started treating him more casually. Your father’s tactic of assigning a bodyguard around your age admittedly worked.

Oh, how time flies.

This campaign was the last thing on your weekend agenda, so you had the entire late afternoon and evening to yourself. Bowing one last time to the audience, you stepped down from the platform and accepted the soft hand of your bodyguard, who quickly made his way to you despite the flashing cameras. It was something he got used to as it is part of the job.

Once he successfully ushered you out of the ballroom, his hand still held yours. Nothing new, except this event was quite public and you didn’t want anyone to get any wrong ideas. Strolling down one of the many hallways in the palace became a pastime for the both of you, where no one can catch you. It was a safe haven within the destructive life of the Park kingdom.

“You did phenomenal as I expected, your highness.” Jaehyun complimented, recalling your panic the night before as the stage fright hit strong when you were reciting your speech to him over and over again.

“We are in private, Jaehyun. Must you really use those formalities with me?” You taunted, bobbing your head sideways mockingly. With him could you felt like a normal young adult, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. Jaehyun loved being frisky with you, catching you get irked up. And he was up to do it again.

“Hmm last time we strolled these halls, Yuta caught us making out after a successful meeting with the Prime Minister.”

You gasped at his statement, conscious of whoever may be in the vicinity. But before you could refute, your hand that was interlocked with his were mightily slammed against the white wall. You lost your breath for a moment, his warm body closely on yours. His free hand freely roamed up and down your covered waist. His lips were dangerously near your neck, where you’re sensitive. Your hips naturally grinded against him to release the pent-up tension.

“Something tells me you want to do it again, princess?” Now he’s just using your title as a pet name, but you couldn’t complain. It just hits differently when the situation was set up like this.

“I deserve it, don’t I? Got a lot of those hell-driven officials on my side for this round.” You raised both your brows cockily, licking your lips.

“Hell yeah, you do.” Finally, he rids of the tension and plants open kisses on your bare neck. Your throaty moans were uncontrollable, and you could care less.

“My princess,”

Kiss.

“So intelligent,”

Kiss.

“So benevolent,”

Kiss.

“So helpful,”

Kiss.

“But,” He changed his pace and direction, swollen lips near your ear.

“But?” You question naïvely. He scoffed, smirking at your antics of playing dumb.

“But a total slut for her bodyguard.” He dominantly planted his lips against yours, one of his veiny hands gripping on your waist and the other by the arch of your butt. He was hungry, needy even. Due to your shared schedules, it’s been a constant struggle to have proper alone time from the snooping eyes of Korean society. After all, it wasn’t in the norm for a princess to fall deep for her bodyguard. Nor were you sure you would be accepted by anyone. Yuta, the bodyguard of your oldest brother, the crowned prince Jinyoung, finding the both of you at that time was a total shock but didn’t care either.

All that mattered was that your feelings towards each other are real and strong. Accepted or not, you had each other.

All this lust put you in a daze, wanting much more than another smooch fest in the hallway. Tugging on his belt, he squeezed your butt tightly. You emitted a moan, which allowed his tongue access. No way could you keep your hands to yourself, touching his upper body and the flexing of his abdominal muscles from his button-up. You felt his now hard member poking through.

Analyzing your area, you were on the other side of the palace. Farther to your bedroom where numerous rendezvouses were made, one kink you’ve considered in the past amplified your mind. Considering this area was also the king’s side, and he was abroad for royal affairs, this was your chance.

“I have an idea, my love. You up for it?” You rose a brow at your lover, challenging him. Not one to overpower this man in bed, but always suggesting a way on how to spice it up.

“And what exactly does your feral brain want to do with me, princess?” His finger lifted your chin so you meet eye to eye. You can just see the fire still burning, and oh how you were ready to intensify it.

“The main ballroom, where my father and late mother’s throne rest, are a few doors away.” Your fingers signal him to lower his stance as his tall height was difficult to reach. With a sneaky smirk,

“Let me ride you in the king’s throne, my love.” Your lips brushed over his and sucked his bottom lip, tugging him by his belt. He groaned, squeezing your butt. “It’s a royal order.”  

“Nasty, your highness. Insanely nasty, you are.” His hands hoisted your waist, boosting you up in his arms. You gasped with profanities, ravenously cut off by his lips again. His nails digging deep in your bare thighs, your legs naturally linked themselves around his torso while your arms passionately intertwined his broad neck.

In between kisses, he carried you to the said main ballroom. One of your wildest imaginations, just a second away. This room remained to be the only place without any guards stationed technological advancements or updated interior designs to preserve its traditional beauty. Dated as far as the 19th century, only special events were held and the highest of the high were allowed inside. Spacious, surrounded by gold linings majestic paintings of angels from above with a huge crystal chandelier right above the center. Right ahead, the original thrones that your ancestors, grandparents, and parents sat on when they were throned in its pure glory.

Pushing your lover on the king’s throne, the gold sun-like rays plastered behind the headrest, he cockily leaned back and manspread his legs for comfort. He rubbed his hands before patting his thigh, waiting for your submission. But you weren’t going to give in just yet.

Not when you prepared a mini-show just for him underneath your designer silk dress.

Jaehyun’s solemn eyes marveled over your gorgeous figure as you stripped down one strap after the other. Due to its silk fabric, it effortlessly dropped down to your figure to reveal a new set of black lace lingerie from your previous trip to Paris. Ages ago, Jaehyun unhesitatingly ripped your favorite ones during his birthday, so you decided to get a mature version of it. A version where your bra lifted your breasts more and undies hiked up to your waist to elongate your legs. Only for the eyes of yourself and the man in front of you, establishing that you were a powerful woman who can be absolutely anyone she can be. Princess, a normal young adult, or his slut, it’s up to you how you see yourself.

Jaehyun mumbled all the profanities he could think of at the moment. Looking like a divine angel when the sun from outside shuns behind you, his slacks tightening so much more than a while ago.

“All this for me?” He ogled shamelessly, undoing the buttons of his dress shirt and untying his necktie. “What did I do to deserve such regal treatment?”

You sneered at his comment, stepping out your dress in your heels and stationing right in front of his luring lap. “You’ve always been there for me, thick and thin. I think you deserve a reward, don’t you think?”

Lowering yourself to straddle him, his breath hissed when your damp core collided with his crotch. Distracted and caught in your trap, “I don’t think you answered my question, my love.”

Rather than a verbal response, he roughly pulled you back in for a kiss. His hands scattered to explore from your back down to your waist. Your hands messily ran through his hair, tugging on some when your body got too sensitive to his wild touches. The thrilling sounds of the two of you drowning in your fiery romance bounced throughout the ballroom, not minding if anyone passed by the hallways outside. It was a private room after all, and whatever happens here, stays here.

Rolling on his crotch while his lips trailed down to your collarbones, the quick snap of your bra wires echoed. The tight lift lessened as Jaehyun’s fingers dropped the straps, unveiling your bare chest covered in his marks.

“Enough playing, princess. Let daddy have some real fun with you.”