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mikolovesracing · 4 months ago

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are you gonna kiss me or not? pt 1

//::george is constantly teasing oscar about how cute him and lando would be together, until an incredibly questionable night with the boys::\\

🧡🖤requests and inbox is open🖤🧡

ok dont judge me. but ik lando has listened to country music on occasion and i love country music. unapologetically:) two parter for you guys who like that kinda shit:)

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“lando! i told you five minutes ago to be ready in five minutes!” charles shouted from the bathroom as he smoothed down his button up and placed his sunglasses in the middle like an accessory.

“and i told you i thought this was a fucked idea and you’re all muppets!” lando replied, criss cross on his bed but most certainly could be ready to go if forced to.

“we’re in VEGAS! get off your ass, fluff out your hair or whatever and come with us! look! i got shots!”

“it won’t even be fun, we’re just going to lose a bunch of money and be hungover tomorrow from running around, what about this seems like a good idea? besides, we have a RACE this weekend, may i remind you? partying on a wednesday is like, weird?”

charles huffed and pulled his phone out of his pocket, furiously typing away. lando tapped on the group chat and watched, silently enjoying the show.

charlie lec: lando is being a bitch

maxxy v: well in his defense he’s not much of a gambler

danny ric: I DON’T CARE HE’S FUCKING COMING

sir hamilton: someone come get they boy fr

chronically shirtless: oscar*

alex albon: oscar*

carloOOOOOs: oscar*

lance stroll: oscar*

no1 american: oscar*

yukiiiiiiiiiiiii: oscar*

gasLY: oscar*

oscar piastri: what is wrong with all of you, honestly?

oscar piastri: were NOT dating

oscar piastri: NOT TOGETHER

oscar piastri: just happen to be two homos on the same team. you’re all freaks.

chronically shirtless: well somebodys gotta match MY freak

gasLY: what i’m here for!

charlie lec: JUST COME GET HIM

chronically shirtless: drag him if you must oscar

oscar piastri: if he doesn’t want to go don’t make him???? you all suck???? peer pressure much?????

charlie lec: OSCAR

charlie lec: PASTRY

charlie lec: piastri*

charlie lec: just come get him! 616.

oscar piastri: fine.

maxxy v: charles is very convincing

chronically shirtless: should i come too?

chronically shirtless: correction, can i come too?

lando onewins: if even one of you besides oscar steps in this room, i will make it my personal ojective to kick your ass from here to next week.

“you really are just a massive pain in the ass, charlie.” lando huffed, letting his body fall backwards.

“yes.” charles replied, spraying cologne on himself, there was a knock on the door and he practically skipped to the door, opening it and letting oscar come in. he stepped inside and walked over to the far end of the room, standing over lando, arms crossed over his chest and grinning down at him.

“come on, get up.” oscar said holding out a hand.

“i really don’t like gambling, oscar.” lando defended himself. oscar grabbed lando’s hand and pulled him forward, lando let his body stay limp and smirked to himself as oscar was still succeeding againt lando’s deadweight…with one arm.

“come on, please? you don’t have to gamble you can just like drink or something, i dunno, i’m just not gonna be bullied by a group of twelve year olds in mid twenties bodies tonight.”

“if you’re asking me to babysit, absolutely not.”

“not babysit just join us! be there in like the moment and shit.”

“you sound so corny right now.”

“and you sound like a bitchy gay. get up.”

lando felt his face go white and he nodded with pursed lips, flopping himself over and sitting up on the bed. he could leave in what he was in, a completely sheer black button down which he felt incredibly exposed in, a pair of black slacks and lime green trainers that he insisted upon even when charles said they were the most hideous shoes he had ever seen. he twiddled with his bracelets, snapping a particularly stretchy one that a fan had given him against his wrist to calm his anxiety. he hated vegas. it was so campy and stupid and a waste of money, sure there were neat parts like seeing the different hotels, the cirque shows, booze, but gambling was so far out of his forte that it ruined the entire desert city for him. oscar equally as hated gambling, quite literally the opposite of fun for him but he had been really enjoying roulette this trip around and was hoping to sit at a table for maybe twenty minutes before getting bored and watching someone else lose money.

but oscar loved seeing lando, and the pictures that lando took when they went out with their friends. lando was always incredibly observant and had a way of capturing moments that otherwise would be lost to time and memory. oscar had saved and printed a lot of the pictures that lando would take, sticking them to the wall in his room above his bed so that he could always reflect on good memories, find some solace of peace when he was thinking too hard at odd hours of the night by himself that he longed to be spent holding the older mclaren driver to his chest, running his fingers through his hair and pressing soft kisses on his forehead.

danny ric: did you peer pressure little lando norris enough into coming pastry boy?

sir hamilton: ^^^

yukiiiiiiiiiiiii: i’ll come pull him off the bed if you need help

gasLY: you can’t reach the bed yuki

yukiiiiiiiiiiiii: ouch:(

maxxy v: did pierre upset little yuki :,((

danny ric: womp womp

chronically shirtless: yeah womp womp:(

alex albon: the slander lol

charles lec: you can all be here in five if they don’t end up having sex on the bed

chronically shirtless: I’M SORRY WHAT?

no1 american: SORRY??????

danny ric: not surprised

carlOOOOOs: >:( ew

maxxy v: well thats now a vision in my head that i can’t get out

estie bestie ocon: have i missed something?

yukiiiiiiiiiiiii: i hate all of you separately and on a deeply personal level.

lando onewins: i will ensure

lando onewins: that each one of you

lando one wins: dies slowly

oscar piastri: and painfully

oscar piastri: very painfully

lando onewins: this is homophobia and you’re all dead the moment you enter the threshold of this suite.

oscar piastri: AND STOP CALLING ME FUCKING PASTRY BOY

chronically shirtless: lol

maxxy v: lol

danny ric: k pastry boy

yukiiiiiiiiiiiii: YOU SEE WHAT I MEAN WITH THE BULLYING??? YOU’RE ALL SO MEAN

gasLY: sorry yuki can’t hear you from down there get a chair to stand on

yukiiiiiiiiiiiii: eat shit and die pierre.

gasLY: love you too!!!!!!!

chronically shirtless: wait esteban is still in this chat wtf?

estie bestie ocon: yes? why? problem georgie?

chronically shirtless: YOU NEVER REPLY! i have perfect reason to think you’re not in it besides you always threaten to leave when i start sending memes

sir hamilton: and you reply too much

chronically shirtless: we are TEAMMATES lewis! you should be on my side:(

danny ric: exile the brit.

sir hamilton: which one?????

lando onewins: suddenly im only belgian.

chronically shirtless: you can’t mean me, i literally keep this chat alive!

danny ric: goodbye george russel.

danny ric removed chronically shirtless

lando onewins: hey im british again!

estie bestie ocon: lol

charles re-entered the room and smiled at the sight of a standing lando and frowning at his once again horrendous choice of balenciagas. he clasped his hands together, pulling the two mclaren drivers who were seemingly having a staring contest out of their hypnosis.

“there’s about to be a lot of people in this room. i would stop undressing each other with your eyes now.” charles stated, fixing his hair in the full length mirror one last time. oscar joined him in the mirror, trying to fix his flop of hair so it laid perfectly across the side of his face. lando wasn’t too pressed about his curls, knowing they were going to get blown around in the cool breeze of las vegas no matter what he did. he had thought about bringing his camera but remembered that he does indeed fall easily to peer pressure and will do the utmost to outdrink pierre gasly at all costs.

charles leclerc wasn’t lying, within the next ten minutes over half the grid was in the rather small hotel room, crowding the two beds and talking incredibly loudly amongst each other. lando slipped in an airpod and shuffled his playlist. brooks and dunn’s sweet melodic tone filled his ear and he was able to drown out the chaotic part of the room where someone was passing around fireball shooters of all liquors, one of them ending up in his hand. he cracked open the lid, regrettably sniffed it and threw it back down the hatch. he physically shivered at the spicy liquid and rubbed his face, tossing the empty bottle in the bin. oscar smiled directly at him and put a stabilizing hand on lando’s shoulder but neither was sure who it was meant to hold up, the touch was welcome anyways and lando slung an arm around oscar’s back.

oh god what if this is too much? what if someone notices and catches on? we say it as a joke but what if like, someone thinks we’re actually together or something? would that be such a bad thing?

lando wouldn’t let himself just have anything, letting his brain spiral and pick apart the implications that having his arm around oscar’s back might have. he was supposed to be the cool headed, older and mature, chill natured one and instead he felt like a giddy teenager talking to his crush for the first time. everyone kind of unspokenly knew there was something between them that neither would admit to, but everyone had a rough idea that lando liked oscar and vice versa. but with neither of them confirming nor denying rumours, it was eventually decided on that they’d just bully the two into being together as painfully obvious as they were.

“allright lando?” oscar said looking to the brit who nodded with a smile. “what are you listening to?”

“oh just all your favorite american bands.” lando replied with a smirk. oscar hated country music, lando enjoyed it some and shared the enjoyment with logan who was always humming some brooks and dunn or luke bryan song.

“ugh you and your weird taste in music i swear, it’s never something normal lando.”

“never. who would i be if not for my shit taste in music?”

“gentlemen may i have your attention please?” daniel yelled over the commotion and excitement in the room, “it’s been a banger of a season so far mates, i enjoy every second i get speeding down the track next to some of the most elite racers…and max verstappen!” there was a laugh over the group, “but on this the eve of starting a weekend of exhaustion, heat and hell, it is time. tonight? we party like men! let’s get out there, load ourselves with liquor, win some money and fuck shit up!”

there was a resounding cheer in the room from every driver and another round of booze was passed around. this was going everywhere horrible fast and lando was silently enjoying every second of seeing some of his closest friends enjoying themselves. a malibu shooter ended up in his hand and one in oscar’s as well. they shared a smile, linked their arms together and tossed the coconut rum down, oscar gagging slightly at the taste.

“i don’t drink often!” oscar said over the noise. lando laughed at the already tipsy aussie who was using him for support. lando could drink six more of these and never feel a thing but he was letting the familiar buzz of relaxation wash over his body. he would regret this tomorrow.

“i know! pace yourself!”

“i don’t know that i can! i’m just a mere young lad with potential to be ruined by the most horrible influences i know.”

“i’ve got you, don’t worry!”

this was the only time tonight when lando would pick up his polaroid camera, flipping it so that he could snap a shot of him and oscar with the seemingly uncontrolled chaos in the background. it was perfect

and lando was in love.

so was oscar.

#mclaren #f1 fanfic #lando norris #ln4 imagine #landoscar #oscar piastri #landoscar fanfic

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g0dspeeed · 1 year ago

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can i get 3, 12, 30, 42, and 53 for cappieli for the ask game please! 🧡 (--direwombat)

Thank you for the Asks💕

OTP: CappiEli

Art by @schoute

3. Do they wear the other’s clothes? (sweatshirt, bandana, necklace, etc.)

Cappie wears Eli's militia jacket all the time, especially if she's away from the Wolf's Den. It gives each of them a sense of connectedness even when apart.

Eli is the only person whom Cappie would allow to wear her red ball cap. A high honor, and Eli knows to keep it safe.

12. Do they have many heated arguments? How do they smooth things over?

They have little tiffs on the daily, the kind that arise when two people with polar opposite personalities fall in love and try to survive a cult takeover.

Their most heated arguments arise out of the fear of danger, that something terrible could happen while Cappie is smuggling or Eli is trying to fight off the Peggies in the Whitetail Mountains: A missed radio call, rumor of capture, an injury, etc.

After the yelling and the tears, after the much needed time and space to cool off, Eli will seek Cappie out, she'll cry and say a million sorrys, he'll kiss her, apologize too, and then they'll have hot sex on the twin mattress in his bunker bedroom.

30. Your OTP gets to pick out each other’s outfits; what is each wearing?

"Nothin'."

"Pft, you can't, ya can't say that, Eli. Has to be like, an actual outfit."

"Mm, nah. I love you naked."

"Ha! Aw, fuck it. I love you naked, too. Next question..."

42. What’s their favorite type of weather to enjoy together? (getting snowed in together, watching thunderstorms, etc.)

For Eli, it would have to be a nice sunny day, pristine weather for a great hike in the mountains.

But, Cappie hates hiking, and she feels awfully nice cuddled up with him under a blanket as rain patters heavy on his rooftop. The house smells like amber, and she glows like the candles lit in every room. Maybe he has two favorites.

53. Would they ever go skinny dipping?

They would, and they do in the RP I wrote with @gaeadene :

The next thing her hands grabbed was the waistband of her joggers. She slid them down. Eli started to undress with her, and as she got her shirt off, his eyes caught the soft swell of her stomach and he tried not to grin. He should feel more guilty about this, and part of him still did, because she was still worried about this, and yeah, he was too. But it was hard to be scared when he was so damn happy. “I can probably give you a solid answer to all those questions,” he added after a moment. “Hell, we could just call Kim Rye.” The chill in the air danced across her bare skin. She shivered and grinned at the bite, at the chill of autumn. The beanie was the last to go, revealing that her dark hair had almost grown back since her time with Faith, all thick and coarse. Her eyes caught his smile. She shoved him, playful yet admonishing. "Quit it." “I can’t,” he almost apologised, heading down to the water. “You got the pregnancy glow.” "Ha!" she barked out. "I don't, but I appreciate your glass half full kinda outlook." Rather than follow Eli down, Cappie swung a leg over the rail. He let out a frustrated sigh, watching her like a hawk the whole time as he kept moving towards the river. He hissed at the cold as it washed over his feet, but he was distracted by Cappie, mother hen instincts fluffing up his feathers. Toes curled at the edge, the stone rough on her feet as she peered into the darkness below. She thought about who she was the last time she jumped from that spot: Dating John, laughing with Sharky, Staci, and other friends in the spring, despite the angry glares of the Peggies who drove by. That version of herself was so happy and free. Hazel eyes befell Eli below, all worried eyes and anticipation. She smiled. And then she jumped. She careened into complete darkness below.

💖

#cappie de la costa x eli palmer #otp: cappieli #thank youuuu

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kpophubb · 2 years ago

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Hi lovely ☀️, how’s your Monday ?

I see you have being posting that you are not doing good mentally , I am worried :/ you can always talk to me about anything that bothers you , uk. Just write a kinda ✉️

Sorry I feel disconnected , it’s so hard to provide for myself with no additional financial support :( and this job , they always find some new ways to deduct smth from my payslip 💔

I slept 4h tday , and I feel so not working tday ., such a hard zombie day for me.. I hope you are doing better ?

I wanted to share a new song with you , I like the lyrics and it’s so smoothing (?) let me know if you like it

Also hv u seen txt Comeback,? Your thoughts ?

What’s up with your life now dear ?

I wish you a good week , have a good rest & get better , I’m here if u need me 🧡💛🧡

🐁

Hi hi my 🐁 anonie !! 😘🤍 BEEN A LONG TIME WE LAST TALKED?😭 I’m so happy to get another sweet ask from you. First of all, happy jungwon day 🎉🎂🎁🎈🎊😽

♡…first of all I’m really sorry for the late reply. You sent this on Monday and it’s Thursday already, I’m so sorry I was at my nana’s place and didn’t check tumblr for that while. :(

♡…second of all yeah.., I’m not doing very great atm😓 emotionally or physically. It’s okay please DONOT worry about me or stop talking about your rants just bc you feel like you’re disturbing me and being one sided. I know people who love to help others like you have this tendency, they shut out if they feel like they’re taking too much from someone without giving anything in return! Well i always disappear when I’m feeling bad, bc I like to deal w my mood swings alone but one thing I can tell you is that I have severe levels of social anxiety😓 which makes me really unable to maintain interaction/communication/relationship with people. Well..a lot happened and that caused this problem with me and so, even replying on tumblr, posting fics, answering asks and dms seem so overwhelming to me since the past few weeks. I can’t even open this app OR ANY OTHER APP, just any sort of interaction frightens and drains me so much 💔 it’s not w the people, or the way they talk to me it’s just me and 99% of the times my anxiety and fear that cause me to ghost people and just disappear sigh.

♡…but don’t worry, it’s not that bad cause I don’t mind being away from people, in fact I love it in a sense bc I like spending time with myself so much and it’s honestly very healing. 🤲🏻 🤍

♡… oh anonie everytime I hear about you having a hard time it really pains my heart :( cause you’re so dear to me. 💔 that sounds so rough I wish I could help you in any way and make it all magically better for you! Job life experience seems so hellish I hear so many people talk about it. Maybe I’ll be able to understand you better when I enter that life myself and earn to provide for my self, but that isn’t until I’m 24-25 when I graduate my bachelors program so yeah. I really hope god makes everything better for you, my love. I’ll be sure to include you in my sincere prayers.💗

♡… oh no 4 hours really seem so tiring and exhausting!😭 anonie I hope you can sleep better in the upcoming days! Being zombie sucks I know, I was zombie yesterday. I came back from a 5 hour car journey with the worst kinda sunny weather, so I was so sick 🤢 I passed out before 10 pm and woke up at 5:58 am today so I can tell I had an amazing sleep 🤲🏻

♡… new song huh?🤩 born again, okay I’ll be sure to listen to it. Also here’s a song suggestion by me that I feel like you’d love, it’s my current fav. It’s “skeletons” by Keshi! Also about txt, I don’t listen to their music unfortunately. Sadly, our music taste doesn’t align, that is exactly why I don’t Stan them. I just love them and their personalities a lot!!

♡… my life is so-so rn but I’m still so so grateful for everything I have! My life is still loaded with many many blessings so I’m always thankful for where I am, who I am and what I have! ✨ anonie, know that you can always talk to me too and I really cherish and love you. 🥺💜 life will get better please do not stress and look at the bright side no matter how small it is. Sometimes even being alive is a gift we should cherish. Cause as long as you wake up, everyday is a new chance. 🌟

𝕴 𝕷𝖔𝖛𝖊 𝖄𝖔𝖚 𝕾𝖔 𝕸𝖚𝖈𝖍

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the-illiterate-pirate · 2 years ago

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Spare some fluffy thoughts ma'am? About anything, about any of your f/o's? I'd love to hear them :3

Hi Berry!! So sorry for the late reply ;w;

Most thoughts lately have been either about blanket cuddles or monster boys. I mean, tis the season right. But I've been so caught up with bison man Weather and cow boy Santana that I never thought about monster boy Blackmore... And it's so exciting. I think he'd be an awfully sweet vampire! Or maybe even a sea monster of sorts. Either way he's getting all of the love. Cuddly monster boys are my favorite.... So big and sweet. But I digress. Thanks for stopping by to hear me out :)

#💙 / my jolly sailor bold #🧡 / a kinda loving that can be so smooth #💜 / love her madly #MY SELFSHIP TAGS. AREN'T THEY SO COOL #i love music #asks

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movedto-mrs-bluemarine · 2 years ago

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God this is literally so perfect and it's just like Joseph to get do that too 😭 I feel like at some point it disolves from playing chicken into a full on boy fight between him and Santana in the pool because they got bored (and maybe want to show off)

Wat if........ Ozzy invited Sally out window shopping while the boys did all their shenanigans. Santana would make the cutest body guard ✨

!!! Oh my gosh, that’s super cuuute! You know you saying that made me think of them going swimming and Joseph of course feeling competitive and wanting to play chicken lol so imagine Joseph putting Sally on his shoulders and Santana putting Ozzy on his shoulders, but of course Sally and Ozzy are just laughing they aren’t even properly playing chicken even though Joseph is all into it like, “Don’t hold back Sally! We’ve gotta win!” and Sally and Ozzy are just laughing at how competitive Joseph is getting. Santana feels competitive too on the inside, he just isn’t as verbal about it as Joseph is dkjfdsf

#🧡 / a kinda loving that can be so smooth #i love SDC shenanigans ♥️♥️♥️

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jewbeloved · 2 years ago

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Hello, hello, I have been asking about Craig's team a lot ^^ and that's great but the main four + Butters need love too! So let's go!!

Main four +Butters with 1 year older, tall, rich, outgoing male reader.

Yeah, we know that he's pretty chill, he always listens to them even if it's some crappy stuff or mumbles that you cant hear. (He never gets bored of it :D) He loves to boop their nose randomly when they're talking, doing something, or even glancing at him. His favorite part to kiss is the forehead, hand, and palm, but he loves to pepper kiss them everywhere so it's hard sometimes to notice his favorite parts on that. He has a calm voice and relaxing, so he tends to use and talk sweet nothings or compliments to help out with problems that they are too afraid to share. :)

Here's his style for today:

Team Stan + Butters with a tall outgoing male s/o💕💕💘🤸🛝

Clock is ticking for Halloween 🎃🦴🎃

Warnings: None

Gender: Male

🧡💙 The Main 4 + Butters ❤️💚💛

This went from being a fivesome to a sixsome since you allowed Butters into the relationship.

Now you're dating like 5 people 🤯🤯🤯🤯

Butters probably gets mostly flustered by you out of the rest of the boys. So you and the others might tease him for that.

They really like it when they have somebody that can always listen to them rumbling on about stuff no matter how awkward or weird it gets.

If you ever kiss them, be prepared to get tackled to the ground with the boys hovering above you and peppering your face with kisses. Butters might be a little too shy to kiss you so you'll be the one to kiss him mostly.

Stan and Butters might be the only ones who get really flustered If you catch them glancing at you and you boop their nose in a teasing way.

Each and every one of them loves listening to your voice. It's so peaceful that they always fall asleep happily from listening to you rambling on about something or you sing them to sleep If they had a rough day.

Butters isn't really used to being in a poly relationship, so whenever you're not available at the moment to give him affection. He kinda has trouble getting the others to give him some so he sometimes feels left out.

You probably set Butters and the other boys up so they can give him attention. Cartman will obviously be stubborn about it so you might have a hard time convincing him😅

The boys might just only hold his hand and hug him. Hm, still not enough to satisfy you. Kenny and Stan will be the only ones to kiss him, while Cartman and Kyle just either holds his hand or hug him.

The relationship between all of you is still going smooth as usual❤️💙💛💚🧡

I'm getting a little carried away with writing them all at the same time😅🤯🤯😜😜😜

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borathae · 2 years ago

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↳ Index [Snippet #30 - Trust You]

“When you & Jungkook try choking again after years of avoiding the kink.”

Genre: married life!AU, Smut

Warnings: domish!Jungkook, subbish!Reader, idk it’s just that he mostly takes the lead but it’s not really domming yk, sex on a sofa, making out, thigh riding, dry humping, some nipple attention for both, Koo has the most sensitive pierced nips ever, oral (f.receiving), multiple orgasms (f.receiving), squirting, missionary, the need to be as close as possible, dirty talk, so many whispered ilys, really careful choking, he is legit so gentle with her, lots of giggles & laughter, some happy tears too, so many hugs, hand holding, they are so close and happy with each other, just the type of sex that makes you feel so good

Wordcount: 8.1k

a/n: This was inspired by this anon. It’s honestly one of the softest & sweetest things I have ever written. Holy moly, to be so in love and in return to be so loved :( I wanna sob they will always be my comfort couple 😔 this is also my birthday present for Koo 🧡

"Jungkook, I have to talk to you", you say in the middle of your dinner.

Jungkook lets the pasta drop from his fork, staring at you with big eyes.

"What did I do?" he asks, "is this about the laundry? I promise, I'm gonna do it later."

"What?"

"You just called me by my full name and said the bad words. Am I in trouble?"

You snort, "you're an idiot. You're not in trouble, I just have to talk to you about something."

"Okay?" Jungkook sounds wary, cocking his right eyebrow up.

"No just-" you click your tongue, "listen."

"I am listening."

"I was thinking for a while about trying something during sex."

"Okay, now this. This is getting interesting", he says, smirking playfully, "whatcha wanna try baby? Something kinky?" he asks, wiggling his brows.

"Yeah."

"Oooh", he coos, "wanna try it on me or on you?"

"On me."

"Interesting. Fun. Exciting. Continue”, he encourages you with a smooth flick of his wrist.

"I was thinking that maybe you could choke me again."

Jungkook parts his lips in bafflement.

"Perhaps. I don’t know, maybe. At least we could try again”, you babble, scratching the side of your neck nervously.

"You want me to choke you?" Jungkook’s voice changed drastically, having gone from playfully flirty to honestly concerned.

"Yeah, maybe."

"But that's on your no-no list. Sweetheart, are you sure?"

"I would say that I'm around ninety percent sure. I just thought that maybe I could like it again? It’s been so many years since the thing with the bad guys happened and maybe I'm over it by now?"

"And you want to test that theory?"

"Yes."

"What if I end up triggering you?"

"Then we know it's not my taste and we'll never do it again."

Jungkook studies your face with obvious hesitation in his eyes.

So you reach out, caressing his wrist softly.

“We can do it really slowly”, you suggest, “make it a good evening, really romantic and nice and then maybe we’ll just so happen to end up having sex and maybe your hand just kinda ends up on my throat. You know?”

Jungkook lowers his eyes at you, “you’re sweet talking me right now, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, obviously.”

He takes a deep breath and releases it as a defeated sigh.

“Fine, but I will try to make it the best evening ever so be warned.”

“Mhm can’t wait”, you say with a grin, returning to eating your pasta afterwards.

It has been exactly one day ever since your conversation with Jungkook and tonight is finally the night. The main lights are off and only the mood lamps scattered around the living room are on. Outside a calm summer rain waters the earth and inside the television is running, but you have long stopped watching.

Jungkook has his hand down the back of your panties, squeezing your ass in the rhythm of your dancing hips.

The shirt you are wearing is one of his', tickling your lower back with each movement.

His other hand is hidden right underneath said shirt, currently feeling up your lower back. He will hug your waist just seconds from now.

Your own hands are in his hair, playing with it as your lips dance with his'.

This is exactly how you wanted the evening to go.

First a walk by the beach and lots of conversation, then a light snack served with a romantic movie and lots of snuggles. Said snuggles then escalated into the occasional kisses until it turned into a full on make out session.

Everything went according to plan. Perfect.

Jungkook hugs your waist, doing so by pressing your stomach closer to his own and squeezing the soft flesh of your butt at the same time. He moans into your mouth, swirling his tongue against yours.

He isn’t wearing any pants. He wore baggy hanbok pants once, but took them off ages ago during your snuggles. Now only tight Calvin Kleins are keeping him modest, doing little to actually hide the hard excitement between his legs.

You wore pants once too. Baggy hanbok pants just like your husband, but you lost them during your snuggles like he did. And just like Jungkook, only a pair of Calvin Kleins cover you. Not that they stop any of your wet excitement from covering his thigh.

But that’s the beauty of it, so Jungkook would say. He can squeeze your butt and tongue kiss you all whilst feeling your pussy get wetter and wetter on his thigh. The sensation of the fabric of those black panties turning from dry and soft to completely soaked and wet, just adds to the overall feeling.

You have to break the kiss, because Jungkook made you gasp for air. He watches with half-lidded eyes as your swollen lips open and close, repeating what he did to you before. He squeezes the plump flesh of your ass between his strong, tattooed fingers and uses the leverage to roll your hips over his thigh.

Once again your pretty lips open and close in a gasp, one Jungkook feels swirl against his skin.

"Good?" he asks in a soft yet terribly raspy voice.

"Good", you whisper, giving a bundle of his soft locks a gentle twist.

He lets you pull him closer, but tilts his head in a way that would hinder your lips from touching.

"Your panties are so soaked already", he rasps.

"You feel so good. I can’t help it", you answer him, chasing his kiss with soft whimpers.

"You're so sexy, fuck baby", he moans, allowing your lips to touch. Your tongues dart out instantly, tangling with each other in a needy kiss. You want him so much and in return he wants you just as bad.

Your hands begin to wander, abandoning his hair for the sake of feeling up his torso. First his neck and shoulders, then down to his pecs.

Jungkook moans loudly when your fingers brush against his nipples. His lips falter in keeping up the rhythm.

"So good, don’t stop", he begs you, arching his back just so you can touch him even better. And as he arches his back, his hand on your ass presses you snug against him. Hard cock against pussy, driving you both insane in excitement.

His lips falter even more.

"Kiss me", you stress, twisting his nipple piercings.

"___ baby, holy fuck", he groans and laughs, tilting his head back with his eyelids fluttering.

It turns you on to watch him act like this. He may not be kissing you right now, but watching him get so turned on from nipple play totally makes up for it. You grind your pussy against his hard cock, right against his sensitive tip, and pinch his nipples again, waiting for his reaction.

"Ah. Yes, god", he moans, squeezing your butt and letting his lips part.

"That's so hot", you whisper and chase him again, biting down on his lower lip in sync with a harsh twist of his nipple piercings.

Jungkook growls deeply, picking you up only to lie you down on the couch in a position that would allow him to rest right between your legs. He angles his hips in a way so that his clothed cock grinds right against your pussy.

"Ah", you squeak in surprise, "o-oh."

"You drive me crazy, fuck baby", he growls, staring at you with blown-out pupils as his hips rut into you.

"Koo, holy shit", you gasp out, grasping his shoulders for support. The pressure is maddening, your pussy is seriously so sensitive.

"I know, feels good. Fuck baby, I love grinding on you", Jungkook whispers as he runs his left hand down your body. He reaches your thigh, giving it a strong squeeze in time with his precise grind.

"Kook…" you sigh, rolling your head to the side.

"I know, sweetie, I know", he soothes you and leans down to kiss your neck.

You shiver. All of what he does just feels so good. His hard cock against you, his strong grip on your thigh and how it so perfectly keeps you close, his weight on top of you and his neck kisses, so tender and soft. All of it feels so good.

Jungkook trails his kisses up to your ear. He licks along the shell of it slowly, moaning just for you. It leaves you feeling electric.

"Can’t get enough of you, sweetie", he whispers, moaning softly once again, "you've got me fucking crazy for you."

"You too, oh god Kook, you've got me", you answer him, reaching down to cup his buttocks.

So round and muscular. You squeeze him tightly and press his hips closer.

"Shit yes", Jungkook rasps quietly, "my cock’s so sensitive, baby. I’m going insane, that’s so good."

"You're so close like this."

"Mhm'know", he mumbles, dragging his nose over your cheek and back to your ear, "not close enough, wanna be closer."

"What are you imagining?" you ask him for the sole purpose of hearing him describe it to you. He is so good at that.

"You, me, naked as I fill you up with my cock."

You press him closer, grinding your hips up. Just imagining it is making you dizzy.

"Fuck baby I’m serious, my cock’s so sensitive", he lets out a shaky laugh, "god, I wanna rip those stupid panties off of you. Just let me get to that pussy."

"Please get me naked, baby", you beg.

"You're the best, fuck, thank you. Sit up for me, sweetie."

You follow and let Jungkook take off your shirt. He throws it on the ground and seconds later his own shirt joins the little pile of forgotten clothes.

"You're so goddamn sexy, holy fuck", he presses out.

"You think so?" you taunt, presenting your naked tits in a sexy pose.

"I'm seriously the luckiest man alive. I married a literal goddess", he says, making you giggle giddily.

You love his compliments so much. They are always honest and said with so much adoration.

Jungkook touches your sides, running his hands up to your tits afterwards. With a sigh, you let yourself fall back on your hands, awaiting his touch with arches of your back.

"So sexy, you’re so pretty like this", he praises, running his palms along the swell of your breasts. He swerves, abandoning your nipples for the sake of feeling up your tummy.

"Back please", you plead, locking eyes with him.

He looks cocky, which means he is planning to tease.

"Fuck Kook, don’t give me that look", you groan, tilting your head back.

"What look?" he asks innocently, touching along your sides with nothing but his fingertips.

"The look you get when you wanna be a little shit."

He laughs, "I'm never a little shit, you’re being mean", he says and contrary to his words he has the audacity to give your nipples the softest touch only to pull back when you chase him.

"Right now you are", you say and groan, "Kook please touch me more."

"Like this?" he taunts, flicking his thumbs over your swollen nipples.

"Yeah… ah…"

"You're so sexy, your nipples are so hard already", he rasps, taking them between his fingers just to roll them slowly.

"You touch me so good", you sigh, letting your lips fall open afterwards as a soft moan rolls over your tongue.

Jungkook feels his cock twitch at the view. He loves knowing that he made you just as obsessed with nipple play as he is. Now bear in mind, the real champion of sensitive nipples will always be Jungkook. That man can genuinely orgasm just through nipple play, but you've gotten more sensitive too over the years with him. It turns him on like crazy to know that he is responsible for that, that he touched you just right to get you there and that you love his touch so much that you are so sensitive these days.

"Love how you look", he whispers, "my beautiful", he adds with his sparkly eyes flitting between your face and your tits. He leans down to lick shapes of hearts and swirls along your ribs and upper tummy. He kisses the parts he licked, making you squirm in bliss.

His fingers slip from your nipples, but you don’t mind because he touches down your sides with such tenderness that you have to shiver.

"Don't stop", you breathe, watching with a racing heart as Jungkook shimmies into a lying position on the sofa.

He grabs you by the back of your waist, pulling your stomach into his kiss. It tickles and tingles, feels oh so hot and electric. Jungkook knows your body way too well. You have so many sensitive spots on your stomach and he knows where every single one of them lies, visiting each of them with kisses and licks until your skin feels on fire. You are so goddamn wet by now, it almost hurts to be so wet and not have him lick it up.

He places the last of his kisses on your most sensitive spot. It is right next to where your hip bone lies and the skin of your lower tummy disappears under your panties hem.

You flinch into him, parting your legs embarrassingly far.

"I can smell you baby", Jungkook rasps against your skin, "you smell so fucking wet", he teases, twisting your stomach in both arousal and embarrassment from getting called out like that.

You squirm again, rolling your hips up.

"Taste it", you try.

Jungkook lets his eyes flit up, meeting your droopy gaze with confidence.

"Say it", he whispers darkly.

You give him puppy eyes.

"No baby. With words."

"Please", you whisper, "taste it please."

"That's better", he praises, "lift your hips for me, sweetie."

You do so instantly, gasping when Jungkook begins tugging your panties down with his teeth. He struggles a little with your butt, ending up using his fingers with a chuckle rumbling in his chest.

You giggle, helping him as best as possible. This is so hot but also endearing.

Finally the panties slip off your second foot. Jungkook takes them out of his mouth and throws them on the floor.

He grins but soon pouts, "ouch, ah what the hell?", he says with widened eyes, touching his own teeth, "that kinda hurt my teeth."

"Oh dear", you crack up, "are you okay?"

"Yeah I'm good", he says, licking over his teeth once. He huffs out air and begins laughing, "well that was a fail. I wanted to be sexy."

"You were", you giggle, "you're so cute."

"Cute?"

"Yeah and hot."

Jungkook smiles, closing the distance between you and him to kiss you with laughs and giggles leaving him. He just has to. You look so beautiful when you laugh.

You hook your arms behind his head, kissing him back just as giggly and smiley.

Like this your chests are so close and hugging feels so nice. Truly, there is nothing better than interrupting your sexy little moments with giggles and laughter. This is exactly the type of sex which makes your entire body feel so good. Heart, mind and soul included. Laughing with Jungkook is the best.

"Oh baby", Jungkook breaks the kiss, snickering, "you're the cutest."

"No you are", you answer him, beaming up at him with sparkling eyes.

Jungkook gives you his prettiest bunny smile, running his palms over your cheeks.

"My pretty princess", he whispers, smile growing, "how can you be so beautiful?"

You fluster, feeling your cheeks heat up and your heart flutter. Jungkook squeezes your cheeks softly, kissing your forehead.

"God baby", he says, trailing his kisses all over your forehead and temples, "you have to stop looking like that."

"Like what?"

"Just like the most beautiful. I have a weak heart", he says and giggles, leaning in to kiss your nose, "you'll give me serious heart palpitations if you keep being the prettiest."

"Kookie stop, you’re so cheesy."

"No I'm not, I’m being honest", he says, hiding his face in the crook of your neck just so he can litter it in kisses.

You sigh, rolling your head to the side instantly.

"My wifey", he whispers, kissing his way down your collarbones "I'm so lucky to be yours."

He guides his kisses to your left breast, cupping it in his hand just so he can wrap his lips around your nipple. He sucks softly, moaning as he does.

His mouth is warm and wet, sucking you so good that goosebumps cover your skin.

With a soft slurp, he releases your nipple to worship your other one.

"Feels so nice", you let him know, combing your fingers through his hair lovingly.

"Could do this for hours", he whispers and takes your swollen nipple inside his hungry mouth.

Not that he will do this for hours, not tonight. Not when you are naked and aching for his mouth. And not when he wants to taste you like nothing else. So much in fact, that he physically has to force his lips to go slow. If he allowed his instincts to control his body, he would already be smothered by your pussy, but he doesn’t. He forces himself to go slow, to kiss all over your stomach and to really take time to feel you shiver under his fingertips.

You grow more restless when he begins kissing your sensitive spots on your lower stomach. You want him between your legs so fucking bad.

"Please", you try quietly, placing your hand on his head and parting your legs further.

Jungkook has his hands on your lower back, sneaking a glance up at you.

"You're so beautiful", he whispers, kissing your inner thigh.

Your lips part in a gasp.

"My pretty wifey", he sighs as he kisses down your thigh, closer and closer to his favourite spot. Breathing becomes oh so hard the closer he gets.

Just one turn of his head and Jungkook's lips hover right above your pussy. You can feel his hot breath swirl against you, riling you up to the point that it aches.

"Fuck you're so warm, I can feel it against my lips", he rasps.

You roll your hips up, but Jungkook moves right with you, keeping up the distance.

"Jungkook please", you stress, twisting his hair.

"Don't stress me baby", he taunts, carrying cockiness in his voice, "remember when you said that last night? Hm?"

"That was ages ago and you were being impatient."

"Oh? And you aren’t?" he throws back, chuckling lazily.

"No, I’m in pain", you whine, cracking him up even more.

"Poor baby, she's in pain", he lets his eyes flit up, "I was in pain too last night."

"Oh my god Koo", you groan, tugging at his hair harshly, "you came down my throat twice. I can’t believe you're bringing this up now when I was so good to you."

Jungkook laughs his signature little shit laugh.

"You're so cute", he says, closing his arms around your waist tightly and forcing your pussy on top of his tongue in the process.

"Yes! Ah god! Yes", you moan loudly, throwing your head back.

Jungkook snorts and breaks away just to laugh again, gazing up at you with love drunk eyes.

"What?" you whine.

"You're so loud", he snickers, "I haven’t even started."

"Shut up", you pout, "you're so mean."

"Don't get me wrong, I love it. Keep going", he says, burying his face back in your pussy with a playful growl.

He sucks on your clit all while holding your waist oh so tightly, applying even more pressure on your sensitive pussy that way.

You wanted to be quiet for the sake of being sulky, but forget about it instantly. You throw your head back and moan loudly, reaching down with your other hand to twist even more of his hair.

Jungkook answers you with another muffled growl, releasing your clit just to lick her with his wet, eager tongue. His fingers are dimpling your sides, his arms are tensing as he holds you oh so close. He is so goddamn into this.

He may have teased you about your volume, but that was just because he loves teasing you in general. In reality, he loves nothing more than getting you so good that you can’t help but be loud. Oh, when that happens Jungkook wants to eat your pussy like it’s his last fucking meal.

He moans hungrily, nuzzling his nose into you in sync with his eager lips sucking on your clit.

You flinch into him, feeling your arms shake in exhaustion. It’s getting really freaking difficult to keep yourself up when Jungkook is going crazy between your legs.

"You demon", you croak out, "fuck."

The curse word rolls over your tongue aggressively, forcing a series of reactions to run through your body. First you arch your back, then you roll your hips up and then Jungkook has the audacity to release your clit when she is pulsating in sensitivity only to flick his tongue over her quickly.

His name feels like religion as it rolls over your tongue. You fall to your elbows, letting your left leg drop against the backrest of the sofa while your right leg just kind of plops against the sofa cushions.

Jungkook growls your name, using the new position to pull you closer. His strong arms force your lower back to arch off the cushions just so he can tighten the hold on you.

Now he has you pinned against him, using his entire mouth to devour you.

"You're seriously crazy. What the actual fuck?" you press out between gasps. Your entire body wants to writhe and squirm.

Jungkook agrees with a moan and his tongue forcing its rightful way into your pussy. He feels your ring of muscle convulse around him in sync with your fluttering breaths. He looks up, realising that he can’t see much more than your throat and chin now that you have your head thrown back as far as possible. He can also look at your tits and he thinks that they look goddamn stunning. Fuck, if he wasn’t so lost in your sweet taste, he would suck on them until the skin is tender and you know that he loves you like crazy.

He slips his tongue free, slurping terribly lewdly. There is just so much sweetness for him between your legs and he can only be nasty to get all of it.

You seem to appreciate his bad table manners, writhing in his hold as sweet giggles break up your constant moans.

Jungkook chuckles right with you, feeling a trillion butterflies flutter in his stomach. He seriously feels like flying. Jungkook loves making you laugh. It makes him so happy because he knows that you are happy too and there is nothing better in this world. But when he can make you moan and laugh at the same time? Ohoho Jungkook feels on literal drugs when that happens. Pair it with the fact that you get even wetter because of it and Jungkook swears he could lift the entire world.

So he does. He lifts your hips, smothering his face with your pussy.

"Oh fuck, Kook", you moan, falling to your back as your arms officially give up on you.

"Shoulders", his voice is muffled and vibrates against your pussy, but you know what to do.

You swing your legs over his shoulders, forcing him to moan desperately.

He lifts your hips higher, taking your clit between his swollen lips. He sucks on her, whimpering oh so needily as his hips are fucking into the sofa quickly.

"Baby…holy fuck", you croak, squeezing your thighs around his head in a panicky attempt to survive his hungry mouth.

Jungkook growls and begins changing between harsh sucks, sloppy licks and nasty slurping. It starts off as clear moments where each movement can shine, but soon turns into one maddening mess of one.

You arch your back, helping him with lifting your hips even higher. You have to hook your legs behind his head or else you would have slipped. Jungkook's hearing stops working now that you are stealing it with your thighs right against his ears. Now all he can hear is the very faint sounds of you drowning in pleasure and his own sounds. Fuck, he thinks, that’s how nasty I sound? He is so loud and wet in his sounds that he should be embarrassed, but he can’t, not when you are dripping on the sofa and taste so goddamn good.

"Jungkookpleasefuck", your words reach him in one muffled jumble. He solely knows to lift his gaze because your thighs begin to tremble around his head.

He feels his cock throb at the view. You have your face hidden behind both your hands as you rub it almost desperately helplessly. He knows what that means. You are so close that you can’t think straight anymore.

Now Jungkook has to decide whether he wants to be a sadist and deny you right when you think it is safe to fall, a complete demon and let you cum only to pull back and let you squirm in a ruined high or be a sweetheart and let you cum on his tongue.

All three options sound like paradise to him. He knows that you will hate him for option one but will thank him later when he finally gives it to you, he knows that option two will make you cry and that you will tremble so cutely and that option three will give you the most intense satisfaction ever and make him feel like heaven.

Jungkook furrows his brows and pulls you closer. He decided. He is going to make you cum.

What he hadn’t expected however, was just how good he will make you cum. It starts off with aggressive shakes and uncontrollable convulsing before one flick of his tongue releases a wave of sweetness all over his face.

"Oh god, sorry can’t stop fuck, fuck, fuck", you apologize as you shower him in your wet orgasm.

Jungkook swears he could cry. He may have been surprised at first, but that is truly everything he wanted. To make you feel so good that you are squirting on his face.

He feasts on it religiously until even the last of your sweetness is coating his throat and you begin writhing in discomfort.

He drops your hips, letting your legs slip from his shoulders.

"Holy fu-uck", you press out, panting heavily.

Jungkook lifts his head, feeling your high drip from his chin. You look fucked. So fucked in fact, that you haven’t even noticed yet that he lifted his head. You flinch in your aftershocks, shivering unbearably.

"Baby, holy fuck", Jungkook presses out, holding your waist in his tattooed hands, "you're shivering like crazy. Are you okay?"

"Yeah, you just-", you swallow heavily, "holy fuck my soul left my body", you say, shivering aggressively.

"Same honestly", Jungkook says, laying himself on top of you.

"Oh?" you tense your thigh, "since when's your cock out?"

"Don't know, I think it happened when I fucked the sofa", he says and laughs breathily, "my briefs are barely even on."

He isn’t lying. He managed to fuck them off himself to the point where they sit right under the base of his cock, pressing against his veins painfully.

"Fuck baby", he says, "it hurts so much, I just wanna be free."

"Then undress, I want you naked. Hear me?"

"Yeah, hear you", he answers hastily and works quickly to take off his briefs. He throws them far away, hitting one of your indoor palm trees with them.

You both look at it, watching it bounce of the leaves before landing in the dirt.

"Seriously? I watered it this morning. Now it’s gonna be dirty", he whines.

"It's what you get from throwing it like a madman", you giggle.

Jungkook looks at you with a grin.

"You gotta admit it was a good throw", he says.

"I guess it was impressive", you say with your lovedrunk eyes running over his face, "fuck Kook, come down here."

Jungkook obeys, lowering himself to his elbows.

He closes his eyes when you cup his face and run your thumbs over his wet chin.

"Sorry for squirting, I should have warned you."

"Don't", he says, giving you a loving gaze, "it was the hottest shit ever."

"You're literally crazy though, like couldn’t you have made me cum a little less intense?"

Jungkook smirks, shaking his head.

"I told you I'll make this the best evening ever. I'll make you cum ever harder next time", he says, painting a smile on your lips.

"I seriously married the best man", you whisper, running your fingers over his lips, "you know that I love you like crazy, don’t you?"

Jungkook smiles, kissing your fingers before leaning his cheek into your palm.

"I love you too ___", he says, turning his head to first kiss your palm and then your wrist.

He lifts his head and lets out a deep breath through his nose, giving you a boyish smirk.

"I'm so horny though, just saying but I kinda wanna fuck you", he murmurs with a cute pout and big puppy eyes, making you giggle.

"You dork, course you can fuck me. We still have to try out something, remember?"

"So you still wanna try?"

You nod your head, "after that head you just gave me even more. I want you so bad."

"I want you too. Fuck ___, I seriously ache for you", he says, gripping your hip strongly.

He moves his hips against you, grinding his cock right on your pussy. It glides through your folds and forces sparks to course through your clit.

Both your breaths shudder in reaction.

"Feel how hard I am?" he asks.

"Yeah", you sigh, grabbing his butt desperately.

"Shit, baby", he laughs lazily tilting his head back for a short second, "I seriously almost came on the sofa. You can’t even imagine how hard it was to hold back."

His words rile you up so good. You squeeze his ass, parting your legs oh so far.

"Slip inside, I’m serious", you order.

Jungkook nods his head and reaches between your bodies to align himself with you.

"Ready?"

"So ready", you say, pushing at his butt to get him to move.

Jungkook slips in, going oh so slow. He lingers at your entrance at first, fucking his cockhead right past your sensitive ring of muscle repeatedly.

You scratch down his ass and moan. This feeling will never get old. Being filled up by his veiny cock. This is all there is. Oh, if only he wouldn’t go that slowly.

"You tease.." you groan.

"I'm going insane. You’re stretching around me so well. Fuck, fitting right around me. Feel how thick my cockhead is, hm?"

"Yeah, so thick. I'm so stuffed."

"Yeah you are, shit baby I'm plugging your sweet pussy right up."

"Koo", you mewl, closing your eyes. Hearing him talk like this scrambles your brain.

"Don't close your eyes, look at me."

You peel your eyes open, locking eyes with him. He basically fucks you with just his gaze, scrambling your brain even more.

"There we go. Let me watch your eyes go out of focus as I fill you up", he orders and finally lets his cock glide deeper into you.

You can feel it happening, your gaze becomes droopier and droopier the deeper he goes. Jungkook's own gaze is faltering more and more the farther he slips into you.

"There we go baby, there we go. Look at me, you’re the prettiest when you look like that", he praises, having to moan softly.

"You're filling me up so well", you whisper, holding onto the back of his neck.

Jungkook furrows his brows, blinking rapidly. He presses out a curse and laughs in disbelief.

"Fuck, it’s so hard to look at you", he confesses.

"Feels good for you?"

"I'm in paradise baby. Fuck", he moans and chuckles lazily, curling his lips back to give view of how he grinds his teeth right in time with when his hips begin rocking into you.

"You're so hot, Kookie", you whisper, "I love the face you make when you fuck me."

"Yeah, currently trying not to cry", he says and moans breathily, fluttering his lashes.

"So good?"

"The best", he studies your face and cups it aggressively, "oh baby, you’re the best", he croaks, pulling you into a deep tongue kiss.

You pull him oh so close, kissing him back as passionately as possible. It happens naturally that his hips become faster now that you are losing yourselves in this kiss. Oh how far gone you are, how lost you are, how impossible it seems to escape. And yet you aren’t scared, pulling each other closer to stumble even further into the unknown. You have each other after all and like that, being lost doesn’t sound that bad.

You lock your legs behind his thick thighs, rolling your hips into him in the perfect rhythm to complement his movements.

"___", Jungkook says your name as if it was his favourite word, "fuck", he drops his forehead against yours, "that’s incredible. Keep doing that."

"You're so close like this", you whisper, giggling.

"Yeah", he smiles softly, "so close", he sighs, feeding you his entire length in a deep thrust.

You gasp and gasp again when he stays buried just like this, drawing hearts with his hips.

"So deep, feel it? That’s how close I am."

"Oh god Koo, please don’t stop", you whimper, squeezing his head between your hands.

"I won’t, hear me?"

"Hear you, yeah", you sigh, tilting your head to kiss him again.

Jungkook kisses you back gladly, taking your right hand to press it into the cushions right next to your head. He intertwines his fingers with you, squeezing your hand softly.

He puts his back muscles in the movements too, flexing and relaxing them skillfully to really show you all he has to offer. And he has a lot to offer. You married the best man after all and nobody can fuck like he can.

You squeeze his hand and with an arch of your back, you reach down with your unoccupied hand to dig your fingers into the sculpted muscles of his butt.

The kiss breaks because you had to moan his name.

Jungkook has his eyes closed, chasing your closeness by rubbing the tip of his nose against your cheek.

"Love that", he whispers and flexes his ass just for you.

"Me too. You have the best butt."

"No, you", he throws back, using his abs to pull his hips back in order to return to the smooth movements of before. Now he isn’t buried as deep anymore, but instead you feel him everywhere again. Feeling it this quickly after having him so deeply inside you, is heaven.

"Please Koo, don’t stop please."

"I won’t princess", he promises and squeezes your hand, "you've got me. You’ve got all of me."

You squirm, feeling oh so good.

"Choke me please", you beg quietly.

Jungkook peels his eyes open, studying your blissed out features. He slows down his movements, which forces your eyes to open as well.

"Are you sure?" he asks.

"Yeah", you tilt your head back, "please try it. I feel ready."

"I love you, ___", he says because he needs to tell you in case everything goes wrong.

"I love you too, Jungkook", you answer him, grabbing his wrist because he is still faltering. You place his hand on your throat, gasping at the weight of it.

Jungkook squeezes your hand just in sync with you, exhaling shakily as if he was the one being so close to getting choked.

"How are you doing?" he checks in.

"So good", you sigh.

"I'll apply pressure now. Say stop when it gets too much."

You nod your head, caressing his wrist, "I'm ready."

Jungkook squeezes down on your veins as gently as he can, eliciting a soft gasp from you.

"What was that?" he gasps, pulling his hand away quickly.

"God Kookie", you pull him back with a giggle, "you're more nervous than I am. Relax, I'm fine."

"Can you blame me? I don’t wanna trigger you", he says with big eyes.

"You won’t, I trust you unconditionally."

"Really?"

"Blindly even" you whisper, giving him a soft smile.

Jungkook relaxes, eyes softening and fingers resting themselves around your throat again. He squeezes down softly without warning you first because this time around he knew that you were comfortable. And he was right, you feel so good now that he is squeezing down on your veins.

With a shaky breath slipping past your lips, you wrap your fingers around his wrist.

"How's that?" he asks in a soft voice, eyes racing over your features nervously.

"A little stronger please."

He makes the faintest difference, hips faltering now that he puts so much attention into your wellbeing.

"Stronger."

A little more and a shaky moan from you.

"I feel like this is too strong”, he says, wanting to pull back but you stop him with a squeeze around his wrist.

"Don't let go please."

"Are you sure? How are you doing? Are you okay?"

"I'm so okay, oh Jungkook…" you smile, "...I'm not scared anymore."

"You're not scared?" Jungkook asks in a shaky voice.

You let out a relieved laugh, shaking your head.

"It worked Koo, I’m not scared anymore. It, it doesn’t remind me of it anymore."

Jungkook squeezes your hand and whimpers.

"Baby", he presses out.

You kiss him oh so deeply, laughing as you do. Jungkook hugs you, forgetting all about choking you for now. The happiness is just far too big. He needs to hold you, kiss you and bask in this happiness with you.

"I'm so happy for you, holy fuck I'm so happy", he says with his cheeks hurting from smiling so much.

"Me too, I’m so happy. Oh Koo", you choke out.

"I love you, holy fuck I love you so much", he presses out, cradling you closer while his hips begin rocking into you deeply.

"I love you too, I love you like crazy", you answer him in a relieved giggle.

This is one of the happiest moments you and him have ever shared. For years you were scared of choking because of what happened to you in this one alleyway. For years you had days where you felt really guilty because you knew Jungkook would love to choke you during sex and you couldn’t give it to him. And now it’s not scary anymore. You can enjoy it again. You aren’t scared anymore. Jungkook helped you get over the fear.

"Holy fuck darling", Jungkook lifts his head, giving view to his happy tears running down his cheeks, "I love you so much, I’m so happy."

"I love you too", you say and sob softly.

Jungkook cups your cheek, wiping your tears away.

"It's okay, it’s okay", he soothes you, spilling more tears now that he sees just how happy you are.

"Sorry, I’m so relieved Kook. It’s finally gone."

"I know. Oh baby, I’m so relieved too. That’s all I wanted for you. Fuck, I wanna cry."

You place your hands on his shoulders.

"Do it again Koo please."

He nods his head enthusiastically, placing his hand around your throat gently.

"Like this?" he asks, squeezing down just as he did before.

"Yes", you sigh, "please don’t stop. Oh god Kookie, I’m so happy."

"Me too", he croaks, dripping tears on your cheeks. He speeds up his hips in the desperate need to fuck you like you deserve, "holy fuck baby, I’m so happy."

Now he has it again. He has you gripping his wrist as he can feel your heartbeat race under his fingertips. He missed it so much. Now bear in mind, there was not even a second in your relationship where he blamed you for your fear or worse, was disappointed that he couldn’t choke you during sex. Sex with you is holy to him and that meant that choking became just as much of a hard limit for him as it was for you. But holy fuck, he feels like screaming in happiness now that he knows you feel so comfortable and happy with this. He was so scared that tonight would end in you having to use your safeword because he triggered you. And it didn't come true. Jungkook sobs softly, squeezing his eyes shut.

"I love you, I love you, I love you", he chants as he fucks you oh so deep, feeling your throat under his hand, "I love you, I love you", he sobs and laughs, making sweet love to you with all his heart.

You soon retort to moaning out pitched noises and whimpers of his name. You feel high. He cuts off your blood flow just enough that your head feels comfortably dizzy. Oh so loving and tender he turns your brain into mush. Oh so loving and tender, just like everything he does. Your strong man, who treats you with such tenderness and love. Not for a second you doubted your own decision for tonight and him. Not for a second your trust in him faltered, because there is no other person you trust as much as your husband.

"It feels so fucking good", Jungkook presses out shakily.

"So good", you agree, letting your hands slip to his chest. One flick of your fingers over his nipples and Jungkook shudders with his entire body.

"Please don’t stop", he presses out, tilting his head back.

"More Koo" you beg, encouraging him by twisting his heavy piercings.

His fingers work skillfully, tilting your head back first before pressing down on your pulse point. It’s like he never even stopped, knowing exactly what to do.

"Oh", you get out then your mouth falls open in a desperate gasp. It feels so good.

"Holy fuck baby, your pussy's so tight now", he has to growl, furrowing his brows in that sexy manner of his. It makes him look so pissed off and yet so incredibly hot. But you know your husband better, he isn’t angry, he is so goddamn into what you are doing. Pussydrunk and pleasure dumb. That's what this look means.

"Don't stop, you’ll make me cum", you plead, tugging harshly.

He flinches, "fuck", he spits then laughs almost mockingly crazy, "you too, shit my nipples are sensitive."

He peels his eyes open, studying your glowing face. The happiness you exude goes straight to his sensitive cock.

"How's the pressure? Still good?"

You nod your head, "still good. No. Better. So much better."

Jungkook drops his forehead against yours, keeping his eyes locked on your face even if his vision is blurry in closeness.

Like this he can feel just how ragged you are breathing. Your pulse speeds up even more under his fingertips and Jungkook swears in this moment he feels eternal.

"So tight, fuck baby you're so goddamn tight."

"It…feels….so…good", you barely get out, swallowing heavily under his strong hand. You begin to rub your palms over his nipples because anything else requires too much brain which you currently don’t have.

"Yeah that, yes baby yes. Keep doing that", Jungkook says and growls softly, "your touch is driving me insane. Fuck, your heartbeat."

"My heart…beat", you repeat, feeling your body fall into this distinct warmth you remember from all those times he did choke you. Years back in your beginnings when life on the road was your daily routine and you weren’t plagued by the memory of this day. You missed this warmth. Holy fuck, you missed it so much.

"Yeah, it's racing like crazy. You can’t even imagine how much I missed this feeling."

"Me…too…"

"Are you close, baby? Your pussy is throbbing like crazy."

"So close…Koo is so good."

"I'm so good", he chuckles then curses under his breath, "can’t reach down right now and touch your clit, wanna do it for me?"

"Ye", you get out, pressing your fingers against your clit to rub her quickly.

You squeak out loudly, ripping your eyes open.

"Koo-Kookie", you stutter.

"Fuck yes, your pussy's so wet. Keep touching yourself. Want you to cum so good."

"Close", you whisper, twisting his nipple piercing which forces his cock to throb inside of you aggressively.

"Same, fuck. You'll make me cum when you let go", he rasps, furrowing his brows in that sexy manner again, "can you do that? Can you make me cum by cumming oh so good?"

"Yeah", you sigh, tensing painfully, "baby so-"

"Soon. I know" he interrupts you, "I can feel you tensing. Your pussy's insane, she's so tight."

You rub your clit harder, twisting his nipple in a desperate attempt to keep him with you. Not that you need to keep him there. Jungkook is doing everything in his power to hold back while at the same time fucking you like you deserve to be fucked. He is craving your high more than you do. Oh, he needs it so fucking bad.

"Jmgnkoo", you babble an attempt at his name and he knows exactly what to do.

He releases the pressure on your neck, forcing all the blood to shoot back into your brain and with it, he throws you over the edge so intensely that you wail up and kick him in the back of his thigh.

Jungkook fucks into you three times and then your high makes him cum just as hard.

"Holy fuck, ah yes fuck", he presses out, growling deeply as he pumps you full of his creamy cum.

He doesn’t stop fucking you until he has you convulsing under him and your pussy is actually pushing him out.

And even then only his own exhaustion is his downfall, if his body was just that tiny bit stronger he would have fucked you to the point of yet another shared orgasm.

He rolls off of you before he can come crashing down on you with his entire body weight. Thank fuck to you and him for buying such a massive couch, he thinks as he stretches his limbs from his body comfortably.

He places his left hand on your tummy, calming down by feeling your racing heartbeat in your lower stomach.

You reach for him too, calming down by feeling his heartbeat throb in his big vein leading to his still softening cock.

"You're insane for fucking the way you do", you say with a hoarse voice.

"You too, like fuck, you're crazy", Jungkook gets out raspily.

You roll your head to the side, watching Jungkook do the same. He smiles at you, caressing your tummy with his warm hand.

You retort it, touching him softly.

"I can't show it right now 'cause my boy is spent, but you have no idea how happy I am for you", he says, voice trembling in the end.

"I'm so happy too, holy shit baby. I can’t believe that it’s finally gone", you roll to your side, shimmying closer to him.

Jungkook lets you rest your head on his arm, closing it around you afterwards.

"Me too, that’s all I wanted for you for years", he says and sniffles.

"Thank you", you whisper.

"For what, baby?"

"Just for…being so happy for me."

"Darling", he says softly, "don’t thank me for that. I'll always be happy for you, you know that. Don’t you?"

"Yeah I do, I just", you place your hand on his chest right where his heart is racing, "I just wanna remind you from time to time that I appreciate your support and that I don’t take it for granted."

Jungkook smiles, flipping to his side just so he can face you and fix your messy curls of hair in the front.

"You're so cute", he says, "I'm seriously the luckiest man ever. Every day I fall deeper for you."

"Jungkookie darling, you’re so cute", you reach up, fixing his sweaty bangs, "me too. I don’t think I’ll ever stop."

Jungkook gives you his cutest, most brightest bunny smile. It makes your heart flutter because he is so handsome when he smiles.

"We gotta rewatch the movie though, I don’t think I have any idea what it was about", he says.

You sneak a glance at the TV. The home screen is looking back at you, letting you know that the movie stopped godknows how long ago.

"Yeah me neither. But then, that was our plan all along", you say.

"Yeah, you’re right. It was a good plan."

"The best plan", you grin goofily, "kinda pissed that we ruined the couch though."

"Yeah I get that", he snickers, "I'll wash it, don’t worry."

You snuggle into him, relaxing when he kisses your forehead.

"Let's do it together. We'll have to deep clean the house for autumn anyways."

"Sounds like a plan", Jungkook says, cradling you in his arms, "I love you, my darling."

"I love you too, my sweetheart."

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I just saw your screenshot from your jpm one-shot thing and OH MY GOD PLEASE I BEG OF YOU POST ITTTTTT😫🤤🥵

nobody but you - james patrick march

• summary: after a slight hiccup at the bar on the opening night of the hotel cortez, james shows you exactly why you’re his number one. not his wife, not the other woman, not the maid; hazel evers. nobody but you. and he shows you why he should also be your number one.

• warning(s): james patrick march, possessiveness, jealousy, smut, 18+, sir kink, threatening somebody behind their back, cheating (question mark?), alcohol mention, not proofread, not edited!

• word count: 3223

• notes: i got slightly carried away, love. enjoy 🧡 it’s more of a lead up to sexy time <3 (i’m down bad babes) and i’m trying a new format for my fics, i think they look much better like this. also my kyle fic kinda flopped so i’m trying again with some james march, which is hopefully spicy to you. also also you’re basically in elizabeth’s shoes but like, you actually love james.

• oh, you mean this old thing?

• i advise listening to yumeji’s theme, composed by shigeru umebayashi, but only if you want to. i have a feeling james would like this piece of classical music, and it would be the type of music you would hear at the opening night of the cortez being played on a piano. oh my god how romantic. also, feel free to listen to valse sentimentale composed by tchaikovsky.

Halloween. The one night of the year where people can dress up like a total slut and get away with it. And nobody would blink an eye. And tonight, you’re no exception, and you have a plan up your sleeve, to tease your lover as much as you can while his guests are around. So he can’t do anything about your bratty behaviour until much further into the night when the lights dim and the covers are thrown down to the foot of the bed.

You pull the clear thin straps of your red dress up and around your shoulders, smoothing down the silky, smooth material around your waist, tracing your curves in the mirror as you await your lover. And then you smile, feeling the sensation of two hands holding your waist, pulling you closer, coiling around your waist to lock you in an embrace.

“Dearest,” he mutters into your neck, pressing one kiss to your skin, watching as your neck prickles with goosebumps.

You smile as you and James sway effortlessly to the melody of the birds chirping outside, for the last time before they would go to sleep for the night. James takes your hands in his and spins you around to face him, keeping one hand on your waist, holding you firmly in his slightly possessive grip. And the idea of making him jealous turns you on immensely, and the thoughts of what he might do to you later as a result turns you on even more than you ever thought possible.

“How are you feeling about tonight, my love?”

“Excited for dinner,” you remark, which is the truth, but there is a lot more to it than you’re letting on. You subtly look him up and down as the words leave your lips, and James smirks as he takes your hand, leading you out of your shared bedroom.

Your ride down the elevator is deafeningly quiet to say the least, the only sound being James tapping his wedding ring-ed finger off one of the rails inside the elevator. You were hurt when you first found out he was a married man, to Beverly Cortez; the daughter of the man who helped James create the hotel, but after countless reassurances from him, you decided to stop caring about what other people thought of yours and James’ relationship.

Out of the blue, James places one hand on the back of your neck, and the other on the small of your back. He slowly dips you backwards over his knee, adjusting his arms to brush his fingers under your chin, drawing you closer.

The gesture causes your bottom lip to tremble slightly, and after, his fingers begin moving again, taking your small burst of pleasure away. But all at once, he places the thumb of his free hand on your bottom lip, gazing at you, your mind, body and soul encapsulated by the dark pools of mahogany in his eyes. Your breath stutters as his index and middle finger trail to the pulse point on your neck, pressing down with little force. He turns your face to the side slightly, counting as your heartbeat increases as a result of his actions, your body giving way under his touch.

“Your heart seems to be beating faster than usual, dearest. Are you alright?” He asks, smirking as you gulp down another stuttering breath, hard.

“I feel marvellous, love. Even more so with you by my side,” you say, breathlessly, as you lose yourself in those big black eyes looking back at you.

The gesture is confident, having you tremble beneath his touch, melting each time his perfect fingers caress your warm skin, and he holds for a moment as the breath catches in your throat.

He glances down at your lips, and then back up to your eyes, before guiding your mouth towards his own. Your fingers tremble slightly on his arm, and they tighten as his lips reconnect with yours.

Electricity and internal ecstasy crashes through both of your bodies as you glide your hand up and over James’ shoulder, and onto his neck, pulling him closer to you, and in turn deepening the kiss.

His tongue gently brushes over your bottom lip, which immediately falls open for him, and not a second later his tongue meets yours, gently at first as he pulls you closer against him. Your whole body is on fire, heart racing and skin prickling with little goosebumps.

“Oh, Darling,” he mutters, smiling against your lips, tightening his grip around your waist, tipping you even further backwards.

James’ fingers thread themselves into your hair, gently pulling your head back, deepening the kiss further. And you both smile into the next kiss, after both having let out a moan of pleasure into the last, and as you pull away, you’re giggling furiously, and James is smiling.

He presses another feather light kiss to your soft lips as he swivels you back to stand upright. As you slide out of his passionate embrace, he grants himself some well-earned pleasure and presses a soft kiss to the skin at the base of your neck, just as the doors of the elevator open. And you and James are ready to make your grand entrance.

James holds out his arm for you to take, and you accept, curling both of your arms around his. You walk in sync into the middle of the room, where the guests have arrived in horse-and-carriages and are slowly entering the hotel through the giant doors. All dressed to the nines in their magnificent looking ball gowns and extraordinary suits, tailored by only the best.

You and James go your separate ways to greet the guests; James spending a lot more time with the female guests than you think is necessary, and you spending at most ten seconds greeting each man.

“You would think a gentleman like James would not flirt with other women in front of you. How pathetic. Look how divine you are, Ms Y/L/N.” The bartender, Gracie, says from behind the bar as you walk over to the bar for a drink. “What’s your order for this evening, dolly?”

“Poison, so I can put it in James’ drink,” you reply, deadpanned. You had had enough of his bullshit tonight, and the night has barely even begun. “But then who would run the Cortez? Mrs Evers? You?”

“You, of course,” She starts, stating it matter-of-factly. “I’d advise you to go talk to Mr Valentino who’s standing in the corner over there.” She points in the distance. “Two can play at that game James is playing with you.”

“Oh darling, I love only you,” you say, mocking him. “It would not surprise me in the slightest if he’s having an affair with Hazel behind my back.”

“Oh, dolly. Hazel is not the type of woman he likes. Maybe he’s doing it to make you jealous.”

You nod, though you think poisoning his drink is not the smartest idea, as Gracie swirls around your usual alcoholic drink of choice in a small glass, trying to take your mind off what James is currently doing.

“I was surprised he hasn’t proposed yet since we've been together a year, but after seeing that… I don’t think there’s hope anymore.”

Moments later you feel familiar hands grabbing your waist, pulling you into an embrace, much different than the one in your bedroom ten minutes ago. It’s cold, distant almost, and James already smells like another woman’s perfume.

“Oh, now you want me?” You scoff, shoving his hands away from your waist. “That’s not how it works, March. You cannot go off with another woman and expect me to be okay with it. I’ve dealt with it enough with Beverly and I don’t want to have to do it again!”

James’ lips part, his mouth falling open in shock, breath stuttering as he tries to get words out, but no sound leaves his throat. He swallows the breath that caught in his throat, and his shock went down with it, leaving his frustration.

“I barely touched her, that is hardly the reason why my darling is so upset,” he says to Liz, who tuts at him.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk, we were watching you, Mr March. You were all over that woman! I can even smell perfume off you and I know Y/N does not wear Jasmine. Was she even on your mind when you were over there with that other woman?”

James doesn’t say anything, instead leaving the bar in search of you, and he finds you almost immediately; down where the oldest part of the hotel is being renovated.

You didn’t know where you’re running to, but anywhere away from James and the scent of another woman’s perfume lingering on him, and God awful perfume at that. You would think for the grand opening night of the Hotel Cortez she would wear a nice scent at least—

“Darling?” James calls, to no answer from you. “I need to have a private conversation with you before dinner.”

“No, James. Leave me alone—!”

“I am in love with only you, Dearest.”

You scoff, turning your back to him, crossing your arms over your chest. He walks up behind you, trailing his fingers down the curve of your neck, down your arm, down, down, to lace his fingers with yours, unravelling your arms from their crossed position, his lips taking a similar path. “And I will never lay my eyes on another woman again if that makes you happy. I don’t want to hurt you, and I don’t want you to be upset with me.”

Your heart thrums in your chest as his kisses slow down, trailing back up to your neck, stopping to suck on your skin into his mouth, grazing the skin between his teeth, leaving a mark that would surely show up purple by dinner. But you don’t stop him this time, instead leaning into his soft touch, your breath ragged as his grip on your hips tightens.

“And yet you were flirting with another woman right in front of me,” you retort, his grip on your hips loosening so he can spin you around to face him.

“I was simply complimenting her outfit, my love.”

“So kissing her cheek and whispering in her ear is giving a compliment? Wow, March. You’ve got some nerve,” you scoff, trying to push him away, but his grip on you is too tight.

“I want my guests to feel welcome! I want people to come to my hotel, darling.”

“I’m not buying it,” you say, just as an idea pops into your head. Karma’s a bitch, but James has had it coming. A sly smile stretches the corners of your lips upwards, and you take James’ arm in yours. “You know… Actually, I forgive you. Let’s have a lovely dinner with our guests to celebrate.”

“I will not dare look at another woman, my Darling. You are my one and only. There is nobody I would rather spend my life with, until death do us part.”

One and only, you repeat to yourself in your head as you head back down to the entrance with James, to announce dinner will be served in the next ten minutes.

James takes a seat at the top of the table, and you take the seat closest to him on the left, opposite a young man. He looks to be the same age as James, slightly younger, maybe by a year or two. You make eye contact with him and he smiles back at you, a smile so contagious the corners of your lips begin to turn upwards.

“If I cannot look at other women, you cannot look at other men, my dear,” James says, his brows slightly furrowed.

“Oh so it is alright for you to get another woman’s perfume all over you, and yet I cannot even smile at somebody?” Your smile broadens as the crease between his brows deepens. “Are you jealous, Jimmy?” You say, knowing how much he hates it when you call him that in front of other people.

“Never,” he says between gritted teeth, the grip he has on his knife a bit too tight for comfort. “Now, would you be a dear and help Ms Evers?”

“I—“ you splutter, you can’t believe what you’re hearing. “So you’re treating me like a servant now?”

“No, I’m simply asking you to help so everyone can get their food faster. And so we can be back in our bedroom faster.” Liar, he just wants to punish you, and publicly embarrass you in front of his guests for embarrassing him.

“I can’t get up. I can barely move in this dress on my own, it’s restraining me!”

James leans over towards you, placing one of his strong hands on your thigh. “It is indeed a tight one, my darling,” James says under his breath, matter of factly, tightening his grip on you under the table, making you let out a quiet yelp. One of which you were holding in for quite some time, since the elevator.

James chuckles under his breath, turning to look directly into your eyes. He leans in closer to your ear to whisper; “However, I do quite like watching you squirm. So you will do as I say.”

“James… I—”

“Not now, darling. Do you want to embarrass yourself in front of our guests? I thought so. Now, go help Ms Evers.”

You roll your eyes, shoving James’ hand away from you. He frowns again, and it looks like he’s about to stand up himself.

“Please, excuse my angel and I for a moment,” James announces as he stands to his feet, avoiding eye contact with you. “I’m afraid dinner will have to wait.”

He grabs your wrist and pulls you roughly out of your seat, taking you away from the table and back to the elevator. When you get to your bedroom, James pulls you inside and locks the door behind you both as you walk into the middle of the room.

“Dearest…” he says, flicking the light switch off so you’re in complete darkness. “I believe you need to be reminded of who you belong to.”

“James, I— I can’t see where you are.”

“You will know where I am, my love.” He says from afar, and you can hear his footsteps approaching you, his hot breath ghosting your skin. “Just listen to my voice, there is no need to be scared of the dark.”

He lets his lips linger, hovering right on yours, his cold skin contrasting with your warmth. You can feel his breath on your lips. You can almost taste him. And you both can’t bear it. He presses his lips to yours as he curls his arms around you, pulling you against him, walking you backwards against the wall.

He moans as his tongue finds yours, resting his hand on the nape of your neck, threading his fingers through your hair at the base of your neck. He takes a handful of your hair in his grip and pulls gently, making you exhale loudly against him.

“You like that, Darling? Hm?”

You let out a whimpering moan in response, his hand caressing your waist and back as he kisses you deeply, drifting slowly, subtly, upwards, until he could hook his fingers under the fabric of the top of your dress. He hesitates to roam his hands to the zipper at the back momentarily, until you press closer to him, the movement making his hand drop back to your hip.

You take his bottom lip between your teeth as you pull away, letting it go with a quiet snap, making James groan. “Oh, my. Do that again, my Queen.”

And you do, drawing it out longer than the last time, letting out a soft moan of your own, arching your back and pressing your chest against his. Despite himself, and despite how many times he has fantasized about having you all to himself, nothing compares to how it actually feels, how nervous you make him even when he’s the one making the decisions and deciding what needs to be done tonight. But it isn’t enough, he has to get closer to you, somehow.

“I loved this dress on you, Dearest, but I’m afraid it now has to come off.”

His words send a shiver up your spine, and you can feel his eyes on you, looking deep into your soul though you’re surrounded by darkness, and the anticipation of what he will do next. He takes the small zipper on the back of your dress in between his index finger and thumb, pulling it down, and you take your arms out of the sleeves, letting the garment fall to the floor.

“I’m all yours, Sir,” you say, coiling your arms back around his neck. Though in complete darkness, you feel more exposed than ever, feeling the fabric of James’ suit brushing against your skin as he pulls you back into him, bringing his hand up to caress the side of your face.

“My my, all mine,” he replies. “It didn’t take much for you to admit that you’re mine, my beloved.”

“I just wanted to teach you a lesson, Mr March.”

You bring your hands up to where you think the buttons closing his suit jacket are, and you unbutton them, shoving the garment off him, doing the same with his shirt. You take your fingernails down his chest and stomach, and his fingers get to work unbuckling his belt and trousers.

“A lesson?”

“Shh, James… Less talking, more touching.”

As he is doing so, you start walking him backwards to where you think the bed is, and thank goodness James has a soft landing, as his back hits the mattress. You climb on top of him, your lips attaching themselves to his neck, attacking the skin, and you can almost see the purple marks in the darkness.

You rock your hips against his growing erection, hearing what sounds like whimpers coming from the back of his throat. You’ve never heard him like this before, and God, what a sound for sore ears.

A knock on the door interrupts you both, and you brace yourself, knowing James will begin shouting at whoever it is in 3… 2… “Who dares interrupt my love and I?! I’ll cut your arms off so you won’t bother us again!”

“Dinner has been served Mr March.” It's Ms Evers, so thankfully no limbs will be cut off. Tonight, anyway. “We are all waiting for you and your lovely Y/N.”

“Dinner can wait, Ms Evers. I’m quite busy right now,” he says, not leaving his position on the bed, instead encouraging you to kiss his neck again, threading his fingers through your hair again. “Allow us ten minutes of privacy, and then we shall join our guests for dinner.”

“As you wish, Mr March.”

As you wish, Mr March, you repeat in your mind, mocking her. She’s so desperate to be James’ number one that you get second hand embarrassment from it. She never stops.

You lift your head up to look at James, who’s got a little smirk playing on his lips. “Although, what you have to offer me, my love, will fill me to the brim. I will be too full for dinner when I’m done with you.”

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