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sukirichi · 4 years ago

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a thing or two (m.)

tutor geto has a thing or two to teach you.

cw. oral sex (f and m receiving), lube, unprotected sex, sweet! geto, halloween setting so priest! geto, age gap, slight body worship, fingering, overall romantic sex, kitchen counter sex, dirty talk, lots of kissing, mutual masturbation, intoxication, pwp, unedited as always eep

note. for my right boob @sixeyesgojo my first ever geto fic and i hope it’s to your liking...writing this with a frozen arm and numb fingers weeeee, i almost became a geto simp.

Halloween festivals have never felt livelier in the city. People dressed up in various outfits milled about the events place, your drink nearly sloshing on the ground the more they bumped into you.

Bass and music boosted from the large speakers smack in the middle of the grounds, and everyone danced to their heart’s content, you and your friends a huge inclusion to the crowd.

You don’t really go out to parties that much. Hell, you don’t even drink.

But after numerous encouragements from your friends, you’re now dressed in she-devil skin-tight black dress, black lipstick, and red horns placed on your head. It’s hard not to feel confident and sexy – the kick of the liquor is settling down as well – when you’ve got human eyes, vampiric red eyes, ghoul sclera lenses and even a fucking Cyclops eye turning your way.

You’re excitedly grinding against your friends, the whoops and cheers mixing in with slurred mumbles of the lyrics.

The night is young and so are you.

This may have been your third or fourth drink, you don’t really know, but probably some way along the second since you’re not really hammered. You’re somewhat sober enough to feel large hands gripping your hips, a protest of not tonight, Dracula about to leave your lips when you come face to face with a face you never thought you would see here.

Clad in a long black cloak, a silver cross hung around his neck, his dark hair in a neat bun and black earrings a perfect completion to the hauntingly stunning look he pulled off, your throat ran dry.

“Sir Geto?”

“Hey, it’s you,” your tutor spoke up with unmasked interest, his curious eyes trailing down your revealing outfit…the way your dress hugged all your curves and how your breasts are practically popping from your top. Geto smirked, “And please, we’re not studying at home, just call me Geto. Surprised to see you here.”

“Well, it’s Halloween, would be a shame if I didn’t go out,” laughing nervously, you found yourself acting out of habit as you twirled a strand of hair to your finger. “I’m surprised to see you here. I thought you’d have work.”

“Nah, the boys and I are free for tonight,” he answered with a grin, nodding to where his friends – a really tall white haired man and a bored blond who looks like he’s ready to leave anytime – dancing and drinking at the corner. Geto must’ve felt your unnecessary prolonged stare at his attractive friends for he’s pulling you closer again, not sexually or even hidden with motives, but because it’s hard to hear each other through the music.

“Hey, do you wanna dance?” Nodding, you waved goodbye to your friends. They didn’t really notice considering they’re way too hammered and occupied dancing with others. Surely, they wouldn’t notice your little escapade.

Geto’s warm hands leads you somewhere out the bar and into the open grounds, where cups are already littered on the grass and people are drunkenly shaking their ass to everything and everyone.

It’s a ridiculous sight that has both you and Geto laughing.

“So…you liking the festival so far?”

“It’s…pretty fun,” you admit and loop your arms around him with ease. Normally, you wouldn’t be doing this.

He may not be your actual professor or teacher, but he’s still a family friend of your friend who’s been tutoring you for the past semester and is basically the only reason you can endure math. Granted, he’s always been deadly attractive, but you’ve never really been affected by it, not up this close, anyway.

But you’re most definitely closer now, and Geto’s forehead is pressed against yours as he sways you both side to side.

“My first time drinking and I feel so light,” Geto hums at your slightly intoxicated eyes, his grin turning gummy when your curious hands trail up his robes to experimentally grope his pecs.

“First time, huh? We’ll I’ll be here to hold you up if you feel dizzy.”

“Thanks,” you beamed up at him. Geto, albeit being at least seven years older, feels so youthful that you’re not really bothered by the age gap. Again, it could be the alcohol, but he feels so warm, so nice, that you lean back to survey him this time around. “You look great, by the way, though you’re dressed up as…”

Geto rolls his eyes before you can finish.

“I know, the priest costume looks weird, but we found it pretty funny so here I am.”

“No, no, it looks great,” you wave off, your smile freezing on your face when a nostalgic song starts to blast through the speakers. In your head, in your head! “Zombies by the Cranberries. A classic.”

Geto’s hands snake around your waist before they hover over your ass, his eyes mischievous and slanted as he mumbles, “It’s a great song to dance with a perfect little devil with.”

You don’t know who leaned it first.

Not like it mattered, when Geto tasted strongly of strawberry flavored bear and cheesecake. An odd combination, even more so with his spicy cologne, but it only has you pulling you in closer to him.

He’s such a great kisser. Legs turned to jelly, knees weakening and lips locking in rhythm to the beat – it feels like it’s just the two of you in that moment. Geto smiles through the kiss, tongue prodding your lips to open before you’re gasping for air. Your attempt to regain air back to your lungs is cut off when Geto leans closer to slip his tongue inside your mouth, greedily sucking on it until you’re moaning in his arms.

Soon enough, you’re both holding on to each other to the point you might as well be fucking openly.

Geto is cupping your cheeks as he excitedly kisses you, his smiles intoxicating and the bubbling laughter he lets out much like music to your ears.

“Yo, Geto, are you sure about this? She looks like a minor, dude,” one of his friends speak up, and that’s when you see his white haired friend – who has extremely azure eyes that you can’t tell whether it’s contacts or not – crossing his arms on his chest, though his amused smirk said otherwise.

If anything, the guy is only suggestive, wiggling his brows up and down as he puts his fingers into a V shape, his tongue poked out.

You snort at his gestures, and just like how Geto did before, he turns your cheeks towards him again, his gaze feral and wanting. “I assure you,” Geto murmurs over your lips, “She’s not.” Eyes wide and all attention to him the way he wants, Geto’s smirk is cunning before he leans down to capture your lips in another heated kiss.

Stumbling back to his apartment turned out to be a lot more challenging. With the urgent need to relieve each other of this burning in your cores, you and Geto have made out everywhere, hands kneading each other’s skin until you fall awkwardly at his bed.

There’s no time to worry about it though. Not when he’s eagerly unbuttoning his robe, his dark hair messed up and a few strands shielding his eyes that glimmer when you struggle to squeeze out of your dress. He helps you get it off before he hovers over you, knocking your knee with his to make you fall open. You’re left completely vulnerable and naked under his predatory gaze, large hands smoothing over your skin – from your ankle, up to your thighs and the dips in your body, before he settles right above your breasts, nipples hard between his fingers.

“Fuck, you look stunning,” he praises, biting his lip at the same time you drunkenly giggle. “Bet you taste perfect too.”

“Only one way to find out, then.”

“Come here,” Get growls and rips off your panties, your half-hearted protests completely missed in his haze of pleasure. Upon seeing you bare for him, wet and pussy lips glistening, Geto groans deep in his chest. “Such a pretty pussy. Shoulda fucked you a long time ago when we were alone for so many hours,” curling his upper lip, he begins to settle down between your legs, peering up from you under his lashes as he teasingly blows air over your core that has you shivering. “I could’ve taught you so many more things, don’t you think?”

“Careful there, father, wouldn’t want you to sin tonight.”

“Oh no, you don’t get to do that to me tonight, sweetheart,” he laughs evilly, joined by you afterwards at the little teasings. “You’re a little devil and I’m nothing but a mortal man. Of course I’d fall to the consequences of my sinful desires.”

Sitting up with your elbows resting on the mattress, you tug him by his cross, hard. “Here’s your one way ticket to hell then,” you dared, letting your legs spread wider and pushing his head down. Geto inhales sharply when the tip of his nose nudges your clit, drawing out a shuddered moan from you. “Feast for yourself.”

“Hmm, you’re a whole ass fucking meal, baby,” he marveled, giving little teasing bites on your inner thigh that you’re sure would leave a mark. “I’m going to devour you.”

Geto isn’t kidding.

You clearly undermined him, or perhaps you knew all along what he could do and you just wanted to bring out this side for him, because riled up Geto who was excitedly sucking on your clit like a man starved had you seeing stars in the whites of his ceiling.

“Hnggrr, G-Geto, fuck!”

“Yeah, you like that?” he chuckles from your pussy, the vibrations of it sending electricity jolting down deep to your core. Geto begins to trail down, his tongue playfully poking your entrance as slick coats his muscle and cheeks, licking and kissing everywhere that you actually find it hard to keep quiet. Narrowing your eyes at him – and you wished you didn’t, because you’ve never seen a more lewd sight before – you slap your palm over your mouth, the only thing keeping your legs apart the strong grip he had on you. “Don’t be shy, babe. We’ve got the whole place to ourselves tonight. Scream as loud as you want. Let the neighbors hear how good I’m fucking you.”

“Y-you’re so lewd, fuck-” you announce, but the sounds of your squelching being sucked by his eager, unquenched self is even more lewd. “Geto, I’m coming, I’m coming!”

Geto just pushes you over the edge, ignoring the way your thighs are shaking and you’re pushing him away once the overstimulation becomes too much to handle. You giggle when he sighs at not being able to eat you out anymore, but his glistening face is a lot more arousing than entertaining. Struggling to catch your breath, Geto smirks at how easily you’ve come undone, groaning as he wipes your juices with his thumb and licking his lips afterwards. He bends forward as he stares at you the whole while, slipping his digit through your mouth in a silent demand for you to taste yourself.

Never pulling away from holding his gaze, you wrap your lips around his thumb, swirling your tongue and sucking just hard enough that he absentmindedly humps the air.

“You okay? You look like you’re about to pass out.”

“Shut up. You literally ate my soul out,” you stare at the trail of saliva connected to his finger, the image so fucking dirty yet arousing that you begin to clench around nothing. Meanwhile, Geto’s biceps flex as he runs his hand through his hair, and that’s when you see he’s so rock hard that he probably feels uncomfortable. “Do you want me to…?”

“You don’t have to. It’s okay.”

“Seriously, Geto, you’re declining an offer to get your dick sucked?”

“I mean, I’m not against it but-” you shove his boxers down and immediately take him into your mouth, no foreplay at all, and your teeth graze his dick as you do so. Geto’s hips sutter forward in a knee-jerk movement he almost falls down on his bed, but catches him on the last second to not crush you. He ogled at your cock-stuffed mouth and puffy cheeks, his breaths sharp from the pleasure he’s receiving. “Sh-shit, not so fast, baby. I don’t want to cum like this.”

“Hmm.”

Staring up at him innocently, Geto closes his eyes and runs his finger through your locks, slightly bucking his hips deeper into your mouth. Even in his euphoria, Geto is careful to let you go at your own pace, though his self-controls falter a little bit the moment you fondle his balls.

His eyes snap open. Teeth bared and belly flexing, you keep rendering him frozen with how you take him in deeper until his hair is tickling your nose, cheeks sucked in and hollow as you slide his cock along your warm walls. “Oh, fuck, you’re really a fucking devil, right there, yeah,” he hisses, taking a handful of your hair so he could get a better look at you. “Well, who would’ve thought? Always seemingly so innocent. Who knew you could suck dick like this?”

“You like it,” you tease while pumping his shaft up and down and giving kitten licks to the head, where Geto smirks at you.

“Yeah, I love it,” he corrects, his cock twitching on your dainty hands that look so tiny in comparison to his girth. “But no way I’m coming tonight anywhere than your pussy,” Geto pushes you back down on the bed where he showers you with heated kisses, wrists pinned under his grip and hickeys left everywhere on your neck. His sticky fingers trail down your skin to finger you, the sensation too much, too good, too wrong, and that thought alone that’s been drumming into you as the intoxication fades away make you both pause.

“I-I…”

“It’s okay, just relax,” he reassures, withdrawing his fingers that can’t get past your pussy that has now tightened the minute he touched you down there. Geto sends you another approving glance before he pumps his shaft and up down, aligning it with your entrance and kissing you flat on the lips the whole time. “I’ll put it in, okay? Tell me if anything hurts.”

“Hey, hey. Breathe,” he cups your cheek while looking deep into your eyes, though that slight pinch on his forehead let you know he experienced the same discomfort.

Geto must’ve realized both of you aren’t getting anywhere tonight because soon, he’s falling back to this side, eyeing your pussy with longing and lust before his arm lands over his face. “Well… Maybe not tonight.”

“Geto,” you begin, turning on your side in hopes of easing the pained frown on his face. “I’m so sorry…”

“Hey, it’s fine, really, don’t worry about it,” he blinks at you and rests back on the pillows, his hand already wrapped around his hard, throbbing cock where the tip is leaking. “Let me just relieve myself. I’m so fucking hard it hurts.”

You don’t know what you’re expecting, but definitely not for him to jack off right beside you. You watch; perplexed, awed, undeniably aroused as he holds your gaze, his jaw clenched and accentuating his sharp features more from the movement. Geto is absolutely shameless as he fucks his own fist that is cum-stained, beads of white pre-cum coating his incredibly thick shaft with thick veins.

It’s so wrong yet so fucking hot that you can’t help but do the same.

Sneaking your fingers down to your kitty, you rub your clit and bite your lip, pleasuring yourself the same way he does. Geto exhales in wonder from watching you masturbate, his muscles ripping and arm so buff, you wonder why he hasn’t folded you in half yet.

Oh right, you’re too anxious to ever have his dick inside you, yet you’re shamelessly rubbing circles in your clit. Spreading your pussy lips open, you slide your fingers down and collect your juices, gasping right beside Geto who’s angrily pumping his dick.

Geto suddenly leans back on his calves to stare at your pussy and jacks off, catching some cum from your pussy lips which makes you giggle in surprise, but he comes back to fisting himself. The eroticism of your actions pushed you both to the edge until the both of you came, his dick softening and his cum shooting all over your thighs.

“God, you’re so sexy, I could stare at you all day.”

“That was…”

“Yeah,” he breathes out in stuttered chuckles, throwing a leg over the bed as he stands to hs full naked, cum-stained glory. “Hey, I’ll clean you up. Do you want something to drink or eat? A glass of water, maybe?”

“That sounds great.”

Geto comes back with a shirt of a rock festival and wipes his cum from your stomach, then folds it to wipe your arousal off. He helps you settle inside his oversized shirt that is warm, comfortable, and smells so faintly of him that the exhaustion of tonight’s events is rapidly coming to you.

“Come here. It’s pretty cold tonight,” You gladly cuddle with him, your head laid on top of his buff arm while his free one is wrapped around you.“How’s your studies going? Do you understand math a little better now?”

Despite his innocent queries, his actions are everything but.

His hands are trailing up to slowly to stroke your nipples. Geto thumbs at the hardened peaks before he softly squeezes your breast, letting his hand repeatedly graze over your sensitive nipples as if it’s second nature to him. It turns you on so bad, but you’re exhausted and you’re rubbing your thighs together, sighing and quietly moaning every now and then.

“A-a little, I guess,” you answer, a little bit distracted. He’s modest and no longer aroused (judging from his state inside his boxers), so you try not to start something you’re not prepared to finish. “Hey, Geto, can I ask you something?”

“Yeah?”

“Are you more of an ass or boobs person?”

Geto handles the question with ease. “As long as the proportions are right, I like both, and I like yours,” he grins, cupping your boobs in his hand as if to prove a point. Then, he tugs your (his) shirt up just enough to reveal the erect nipples, his eyes narrowed before he sucks lightly on the sides. You gasp at his ministrations but voice no complaints, and neither does he when your nails dig into his arm. “Yours are so beautiful.”

“Flatterer,” you playfully punch his chest, but Geto only chuckles and brings you closer to his chest, his lips warm on top of your forehead. “I’m pretty sleepy…”

“Then sleep. I’ll still be here tomorrow, don’t worry. You’re free to stay as long as you like.”

The next day, Geto is already gone from the room. You’re not worried because one) this is a one night stand with your hot tutor, you’re not supposed to be attached, and two) the smell of pancakes wafting from the slight crack of his door is very much present.

Stretching your arms out, you pad to where Geto is busy flipping pancakes. He’s already dressed comfortably in a white shirt and dark sweats, turning around to smile at you at the sound of your footsteps. “There’s a naked girl in my room? Wow.”

“It’s not like you haven’t seen everything last night.”

Geto doesn’t need to gesture you to come closer to him, you’re already too pulled in by his presence that you’re wrapping an arm around his neck while he kisses you flat on the lips.

“Doesn’t mean I get tired of it,” he teases, lips lingering above yours before he drifts down the crook your neck, voice deep and husky as he greets, “’Morning. Can you pass me the syrup?”

Nodding, you bend over the counter. The syrup is located in the bottom of the pantry and you’re halfway to opening the glass panels when you hear Geto shut off the stove. His hands come to grip on your hips as he grinds his hard cock on your exposed bottom, his lips hovering over your ear. “On second thought…I think I’ll have my meal a little differently.”

“G-Geto.”

“I bought lube while you were asleep. Maybe it’ll make you loosen a little bit?” Geto touches you down there, his eyes glimmering with mischief once he witnesses for himself your state. “You’re already wet babe,” he announces, proudly presenting his wet fingers right before your eyes. “Wait for me.”

Nervously, you fix your shirt and hair as Geto runs to the living room where he pulls out a bottle of lube and discards his shirt somewhere. He wastes no time in lifting you up to the counter where dives between your legs, and you’re tugging at his hair as his tongue eagerly licks your wetness.

“Geto, ah, stop playing around!”

“Wasn’t planning on it, babe, I’m a little impatient,” Geto stands up again to kiss you for a quick second before he grabs the lube and spreads it all over his cock, his fingers experimentally prying your hole open to see if you could take it.

Once his digit slides in with ease, you moan the same time he grins wickedly.

You think he’ll go straight for it but Geto takes his time with you, making sure you’re properly stretched open before he splits you in his half with his cock. He’s really thick, after all, and your tight little cunt needs to adjust well to make sure you enjoy it rather than be in pain. Once satisfied, you pull Geto by the collar and wrap one leg around his waist to bring him closer, gasping when his tip slides between your pussy lips.

Both of you are too lost in a daze of lust to be able to speak properly. One nod from you is all he needs before he’s slipping inside your warm walls, his head falling into the juncture of your neck where he keeps grunting on how good you feel around him.

You can’t help but scratch down his back the deeper he drives his hips, the mere movement of his cock sliding against the bumpy drags of your tissues making you fall apart.

Not a minute later, your shirt is bunched up under your breasts, free for Geto to suck on while he fucks the living daylights out of you. His knuckles turn white from how hard he’s gripping the counter, another hand planted right under your knee to keep your leg spread open for him. You’re moaning openly under him, strings of fuck yeah right there and shit, Geto, you feel so good filling in the early morning air that would’ve been innocent if there weren’t such loud sounds of skin slapping against skin mixing with the chirping birds.

You squeeze Geto’s ass as he plants himself deeper inside you, setting a pace that is both mind-numbing and exhilarating.

It’s hard to believe that just days ago, you’re in the exact same place sharing waffles with him, only you’re studying math and he’s wearing glasses; professional, formal, polite – the exact opposite of the sinful things he’s doing to you right now.

Geto’s grunts are almost choked in your ear as you come hard, walls convulsing and spasming around his thick length.

He immediately pulls out his hard cock to come all over your thighs instead, watching the way your hole clenches around nothing while his slippery dick is smeared and repeatedly slapping your inner thighs. You keep gasping as you ride out your orgasm, thighs burning from the uncomfortable stretch of having one leg propped by him and the other heel planted on the counters. Geto’s moans are deep, sinful, and inherently masculine the whole while he shoots his deep all over you, creating a mess both on the counter and on your skin.

It takes a while before you both regain your breath and composure, with Geto awkwardly pulling his pants up as he laughs along with you. “So…breakfast?”

“Yeah,” you giggled, “I’m famished.”

Safe to say, that morning was spent with not much enough breakfast, but definitely lots of kissing and even more fucking around. Everything Geto said the first time you met him had been proven true – he did have a thing or two to teach you.

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whatifyoulivelikethat · 4 years ago

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twelve hours, m | jjk | ... and now

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: You have twelve hours to make Jeon Jungkook fall in love with you. He's about to get married. You're the entertainment at his bachelor party - a burlesque dancer. Long ago, he used to be the class representative and you used to be the class delinquent. Nothing has changed and, yet, everything has.

this is part ii | click here for part i | total wc: 23k

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; this story contains parental child abuse and graphic violence, including the reader becoming physically scarred and having panic attacks; rich, this bachelor party is on a fuckin' YACHT, the best man is LOADED; JK and reader interacted in high school; angst and fluff and feels; cheating; this is mostly smut XD; (in part i) high school smut + intense adult smut (fem reader, striptease, semi-public sex at school, nipple play (he's a bit obsessed with them), dry humping, m-masturbation, handjob, cumming on tits (and diamonds), cum-eating, mirror kink, spitting, tit fucking, m-receiving oral, scratching / biting / marking, penetrative sex, doggy); shifts back and forth between Jungkook’s POV and your POV

non-idol!AU; film director!Jungkook x wealthy, burlesque dancer!reader — ft best man, art trader!Kim Taehyung; dancer's bodyguard!Kim Namjoon and bodyguard!Kim Seokjin

> eyebrow pierced, tattooed, and long black-haired JK (with undercut) in a black suit because that's what we need in this life > look for TXT's 'you and me and the sky at 5:53' :)

time left: 06:49

No.

Don’t leave me.

It was the same then as it was now.

Jungkook reached out and grabbed her arm, pulling her back to him. Her eyes widened, pivoting quickly on her toe, snapping her heel down and cutting the turn short, black skirt flaring out. The swift glimpse of her legs in the high slit, the gentle bounce of her breasts in the slinky fabric. Her manicured hair bounced, dyed blue-black and giving her skin a surreal quality.

He held on.

Please don’t disappear.

“What?”

Her brows knitted together. She didn’t pull her arm away, but she was steadfast in her posture, not letting him push her around. Not that he ever could.

“He asked me to escort you back,” Jungkook found himself saying. “If not for your sake, then for his peace of mind. I don’t want to be a liar.”

Her features softened.

His fingers around her arm, touching that soft skin once more.

I care. I care a lot.

Jungkook realized that, in a way, he had never moved past those classrooms, those touches, those kisses, those moments.

“You can let go now.”

She said it patiently. Always patient with him despite his overzealous and sometimes clumsy antics, putting up with it even when she didn’t have to. He looked into those eyes and found those walls were falling away, little by little. Winged liner, red lipstick, it didn’t matter, it was the same expression, defiant eyes and hint of a scowl on those lips. Ready to fight, but not him.

She was always a fighter and the opponent was always life itself.

“I don’t want to let go.”

He didn’t expect himself to say the truth, but he did.

She smirked, reaching up, her fingers covering his tattoos for a moment, placing them on the back of his hand. This warmth. This feeling. It was not the same as the rest, and he knew that now.

“Hm, well, you must realize this looks a bit awkward. You wouldn’t want to give anyone the wrong impression, would you?”

Wouldn't want someone to see you talking to me, right?

“You will let me escort you?” he insisted.

She pried his hand from her arm and lowered it, turning the other way.

“You are welcome to do as you like. I won’t stop you, golden boy.”

time left: 06:41

He followed you, surrounded by moonlight reflecting off water.

It streamed through the windows, lighting the red carpeted hall along with the dim sconces. You found yourself stepping in each lighted square, avoiding the thin dark beams of the windows, a little game for yourself, like how children avoided the cracks in the concrete sidewalks, except you were on a lavish yacht wearing Louboutins with a handsome man in step behind you.

It was quiet and yet it wasn’t. Small sounds, footsteps, distant muffles of talking through the walls, the faint sound of bass as you walked away from the party, the sound of the ocean ever present, your own breathing.

Jungkook’s breathing.

Familiar.

Once yours.

You looked to your right, to the window, seeing his reflection. His profile, hands in his pockets, tattooed arm standing out against the black background of his clothes, dressed formally but always a bit sheepish about it, as if he wasn’t sure if it looked good on him, but it always did, even the school uniform. He still had the youthfulness about him, even as a man.

Your eyes found his and he was watching your face in the glass of the window.

You stopped abruptly, pivoting on one heel to face him.

Impulse.

Your younger self would have bristled, glaring, accusing the eyes and snapping, what are you looking at?

Jungkook started, realizing you had noticed, and tripped, his black hair suddenly disturbed and tumbling over his eyes as he struggled to catch himself, hands flying out of his pockets.

You caught one, lacing your fingers with his, and gripped tightly, yanking up.

He righted himself, gasping. Looking up, bent over and long legs awkward, somewhat like a fawn trying to get on its legs for the first time. Those big brown eyes, parted pink lips. Familiar.

Your joined hands fell exactly where the window beam was, shrouded in shadow.

“Something on your mind?” you chuckled, shaking your head.

He straightened. You loosened your grip on his hand, but he held on. You frowned slightly, raising your brows.

He swallowed hard.

“Can I hold your hand? Please.”

Back then, you would hold his hand, hiding behind corners and dashing past, holding your breath, light steps, leaping from shadow to shadow, bodies close, breath mixing. Showing him all the secrets of the school that you had found while wandering, a fun little game with a reward at the end, school uniform being shed, skin to skin, his body against yours, his heartbeat in time with yours, his lips on yours.

You shrugged and turned back around, his hand tightly around yours.

time left: 06:35

Jungkook held her hand.

In an instant, he looked down, staring at their joined hands.

This was different.

And then he saw them.

Scars, all over the back of her hand. He could feel the scar tissue on her palms too, lines on her fingers even though she was holding him loosely. He had memorized every centimeter of her beautiful hands from back then, and these lines were not here before. These were not scars from living life. These had been cuts, healed now, unseen from far away and even up close. Perhaps they had been filled in with tattoo ink in a color to match her skin tone so they were less noticeable.

No one would know unless they were holding her hand or looking for it.

Without knowing it, Jungkook clutched her hand tighter, a sudden ache in his chest.

He had found bruises on her sometimes.

I fell down the stairs. It's nothing.

He had found welts.

Stupid fight with some dumbass.

He had found a criss-cross pattern of cuts on her leg.

I tried to jump over a fence and fucked up.

He glanced at her other hand loosely by her side. The same. He could even see her palm and there were many, many lines, all over her palm, healed cuts. Drugs? But he knew it wasn’t. Not because he had a romanticized idea of who she would be in his head, but because that was the nice answer.

That was the reasonable answer.

“Oh!”

“Excuse me, miss.”

His eyes flickered upward to see a young woman in a short midnight blue dress pausing, looking from her to him, cheeks flushed, not being subtle about it. The glittery fabric picked up the moonlight, accenting her curves and long legs. Pretty.

But not sensual.

Not immaculate.

Not teasing and sculptural.

The grip on his hand tightened so much that he inhaled sharply, fingers nearly crushed by her hold.

“Have a nice evening,” the woman in black purred, edge of ice indicating the stranger to move along, or, more accurately, fuck right off.

Jungkook knew he shouldn’t, and yet.

His heart skipped two beats as she dragged him along.

He had no problem looking away from the other woman and fixate on the back of that neatly pinned, blue-black hair, graceful shoulders, corseted waist, swaying hips.

And her hand in his, not letting go.

time left: 06:22

“This is it.”

You turned to see Jungkook looking around, mouth open, gawking at the entrance of the intricately carved wooden door. It was one of the grander, first-class rooms. The red doors were much farther apart and the sconces here were glided with glass-blown lampshades, casting swirls of orange across the white walls, dimmed now from the late night.

“It was nice to see you again.”

It was, even with the bitter taste in your mouth that seemed to linger.

His eyes came back to you, dark brown and clear, focused on only your face, long black strands framing his cheeks, the small mole underneath his lower lip trembling.

“I hope you have your happiness now, Jungkook.”

You did.

You felt a strange, unmovable pressure on your chest. The time wasn’t up yet. You could still try. You could keep your hold on his hand and drag him into the room and hold him close to you, skin to skin, lips on his, and show him all you’ve learned. You could. You could see it in those eyes. He would follow you now, maybe because of the alcohol, maybe for old times sake, maybe out of impulse and bad choices.

You let go.

You let go, because you didn’t want to be a bad choice.

Not to him, Jeon Jungkook.

“You were my small happiness, back then,” you said softly, feeling yourself smile.

It was better not to have regrets. At the time, even you didn’t know how important he had been. The thought of being withdrawn from that school and not being able to see him again made you fight back for once, and it ended in the very thing you didn’t want. It fucked up your hands, it fucked up your life, but somehow you found yourself here now, in expensive clothes on an expensive boat with expensive tastes, able to make a choice between selfishness or selflessness.

Maybe you hadn’t changed much after all, since you found yourself choosing the latter.

You turned away and pulled your hand out of his.

Or would have, if Jungkook hadn’t grasped your hand tighter, yanking you back and shoving you against the door of your suite. Your hand automatically raised to push him back, but he put his whole weight on your body, sandwiching you between the door and himself, making you gasp, trapped between dead timber and muscular hardness.

Now his face was in your face, breathing hard, dark brown orbs shaking and shining with wetness.

You froze, lips parting.

“You were my happiness too.”

He was panting, warm exhale on your lips.

“Not a small happiness. The happiness.”

He squeezed your hand like you were going to disappear.

“I didn’t know then, but I do now,” Jungkook shuddered, towering over you even in your heels. He stared into your eyes. “Your smile.”

You blinked slowly, confused.

“Your smile. I’ve never seen it reach your eyes.”

Heart racing, suddenly breathless.

“Except when you thought I couldn’t see, like when my back was turned or my face was turned away from you,” he whispered, leaning his forehead against yours, long black hair curtaining your faces, sending you back to the shadows. “I saw it though, in reflections. In windows. In mirrors. In those beakers in the science room.”

Was that so? Had that been you? You made it a point not to smile back then, because there had been nothing to smile about. But maybe… maybe when eyes weren’t on you, maybe when you yourself didn’t notice, but, somehow, Jungkook had noticed.

You realized that your introspection had diverted your attention from him, so you made eye contact again, airless at his closeness. Your eyes and his, lost in sweet dreams.

“I want to kiss you.”

He tilted his head and hesitated.

“I want to kiss you all the time,” he said to your lips.

His expression was clouded with shame. It was ugly. It made his handsome features ugly and you didn’t like that. You wanted to make it go away. You closed more distance, fingers pressing down on the back of his hand, your other hand raising and resting on his hip, lashes lowering.

“Then kiss me,” you said to his lips.

time left: 06:13

Jungkook kissed her.

From then and now, it was the same.

Euphoria.

But this time, it wasn’t clumsy with colliding teeth and too much tongue that did nothing, sloppy with no purpose. This time, his lips were soft at first and so were hers, breathing in each other’s scent. She smelled warm and musky, like blackberry and evergreens, expensive and lush, but somehow still her, still that girl from back then, comforting and intense, sometimes with the hint of metallic blood, but that never bothered him. Her hand on his hip, stroking it under the layers of fabric, making him shiver, caressing the back of his hand with her fingertips, delicate sigh in his mouth.

The faintest flicker of tongue on the edge of her upper lip, swiping down into his open mouth.

He moaned, feeling the strong wet muscle thrust into his lips, coaxing his tongue, teasing, pressing her body to his, breasts against his chest, their deep open necklines exchanging heat in the air between their skin but not quite touching, and he found himself letting go of her hand, reaching up to grab her breasts.

Her fingers closed around his wrists, forcing him to stop.

He gasped in her mouth, eyes opening.

“They’re not stress balls, Jungkook,” she snickered.

He was breathing hard, ribcage shuddering, heartbeat thundering in his ears, getting louder as he realized her red lipstick was a little messed up, feeling the stickiness on his own lips.

“You need to slow down. You can’t just grope me out in the open.”

His impatience spoke for him.

“Why not?”

His voice was low, octave deepened from lust.

Her lips curved into an amused smirk. “Oh? You have changed. You used to be so worried about someone seeing us. If anything, you should be more worried now, considering your beloved.”

“She’s not my beloved.”

She was still holding his wrists, but her head tilted, watching his eyes carefully. He sucked in a shuddering breath, feeling the guilt.

“We… we thought it would be a good idea. Because our friends told us we look nice together. It would help her career. I wouldn’t have to invest too much into it.”

He felt ashamed, but he didn’t look away because he didn’t want her to think he was lying.

“I never found a smile like yours. I accepted that I never would.”

Her eyes darkened.

“It’s dangerous, Jungkook. Ill-advised.”

He smiled and he didn’t know if it reached his eyes because his vision was blurry.

But he knew it wasn’t a lie.

“You always were. I should have chased you to the ends of the earth, even if you were only a ghost.”

He lifted his hands, hers with his, and cupped her face, running his fingertips over her cheeks, smooth and soft skin, transported back to that moment in the abandoned literature club room, her face cast in an orange glow, actually swirls from glass-blown sconces, but the past and present connected, turning it into rays from the setting sun that lit up her features, and he said what he had said then, because it was the truth.

“You’re really pretty.”

She raised an eyebrow.

“You are.”

He leaned forward and kissed the side of her lips gently.

She chuckled.

“You really are something, Jeon Jungkook.”

Her hands let go and she reached into the deep neckline of her dress, plucking something from the corset. His eyes widened as she pulled out the key card from between her breasts, smirk dancing on her lips. She winked at him.

“A lady has many hiding places.”

She flicked her wrist and inserted it into the door, unlocking it without looking.

The door opened and they stepped into her room.

time left: 06:02

“Hnnnnnnngh…”

“Dude can snore.”

“Help me turn him to his side. Don’t want him to vomit in his mouth and asphyxiate,” Kim Namjoon grunted, helped by Kim Seokjin, jerking Kim Taehyung’s body to the side. They backed up and Taehyung immediately flopped to his back, snoring away.

Seokjin thinned his mouth into a line. “Seriously?”

“Ah, here, let’s roll up the towels and use them to prop him up.”

“He’s not as cute as she is.”

“Well, she also doesn’t get piss drunk... ever.”

“Still a better cuddle buddy. Comes with built-in pillows.”

Namjoon blinked at Seokjin and shook his head, letting the odd comment slide. They managed to jam the bath towels next to Taehyung and force him to lay on his side, placing a pillow in his arms that he immediately hugged, squeezing it tightly. The snoring lessened as well.

“Guess we should go back,” Namjoon sighed, rubbing the back of his short hair.

Seokjin scoffed. “No, we shouldn’t. They’re probably all over each other as we speak.”

Namjoon frowned, raised an eyebrow at the other man. “Really? I don’t know. She seemed very hesitant about it. She said she didn’t love him.”

Seokjin snorted, somehow still elegant with his handsome face. “You really believe that?”

“That’s what she said.”

Seokjin rolled his eyes. “That’s what everybody says when they don’t want to admit they’re in love with someone.”

“That’s also what people say when they are, factually, not in love with someone.”

The black-haired man raised his hands and held up his index fingers, wriggling them in the air and bending them ninety-degrees, squiggling them around each other and poking the tips together repeatedly. Namjoon blinked at him.

“What are you doing?”

Seokjin rolled his eyes as if it was despairingly obvious what he was doing. “A visual representation of what they’re doing right now.”

Namjoon contorted his face in confusion, raising an eyebrow.

“… Becoming worms…?”

Seokjin groaned. “Having sex, Namjoon.”

“… How is that…?”

time left: 05:53

The door to his dreams unsealed and they tumbled inside.

The orange glow of the hallway lights spilled into the room, bleeding into the cool glow that came from the open windows, curtains pulled back to reveal the shimmering sea and bright moon, a contrast of artificial dusk and true nightfall. She pulled him in by his belt, hooking two fingers under the leather, step by sweeping step, grace that made him breathless, orange and silver and shadow, all mixing together, and then the door closed and then the sea and the moon replaced the sunset dreams.

It was a heavy thunk, closing with finality.

The room had many ornate mirrors in it to make the room seem bigger. The had gold vintage frames of different shapes and sizes, reflecting the contents of the room, the large bed and red silk sheets, the black leather chairs and black marble table bolted down to the floor, the matching marble vanity laid out with several black leather cosmetic bags, all zipped up neatly. The had small details on them – red zippers, silver locks, the designer logo engraved into the leather. The suitcases leaning against the wall matched the cosmetic bags, three of them, one larger than the first two.

Jungkook breathed her name, raising his hand, fingers spread.

Her fingertips touched his, halting him.

“Let me do it.”

He spied his expression in one of the mirrors.

The silver moonlight lit up his face and his eyes, reflecting the lust and trust in them.

He looked back to her and nodded.

“Okay.”

Glamour. Fantasy. Descent.

That was the only way he could describe the way she moved, glamour in the way her hand slowly retreated from his, a steady wave and sweep, clearly deliberate. Even in smeared lipstick, the small smirk was present on those lips, stepping around him with a swing of her hips and gentle clicks of her black patent leather heels, the slinky fabric flowing with her actions and also clinging to her body at the same time, using the arc of her stride to spread open the high slit. Letting him watch. He almost turned to follow but she placed a few fingers on his arm, purring softly.

“Don’t move.”

Fantasy, the way she slipped behind him like a shadow, and then Jungkook had to look up into the mirrors, catching glimpses of her behind him. There was no music, but she moved as if there was. If anything, the sound of the waves seemed to form its own music, and he was suddenly more aware of it, the splashes against the hull of the boat mixing with the bass of his heartbeat and the wispiness of her breath, stepping up behind him, body heat making him gasp, looking into a mirror to his left, a window illuminating his right, her hands slipping between the space of his ribs and upper arms, fingers spread like wings, warm exhale on his neck.

No words.

Just a simple kiss to the base of his head and her lips murmuring his name on his skin.

Descent.

One by one, teasing the buttons apart, her fingers ghosting the exposed skin, his heart racing as he watched those hands, peeling apart the button placket, unwrapping him like a decadent sweet. He watched his own expression framed by long curls of black, his teeth sinking into his lower lip, small mole below quivering, seeing more and more of his chest being exposed, somewhat self-conscious, but there was something spellbinding about only being able to see her hands and forearms, pointed black nails decorated with crystals that caught the light, undoing all the buttons until she reached his pants.

“I can–”

“Shh. Don’t let your impatience prevent you from enjoying your own striptease.”

His cheeks heated a little and he lowered his hands, breath hiking as she firmly gripped the bottom of his shirt and pulled it out. Jungkook took a step back, his back hitting her chest, and gasped again, feeling the softness, but she adjusted her position so her body wasn’t touching his anymore, chiding him playfully.

“Never had someone take off your clothes, Jungkook?” she chuckled against his neck, making his hairs stand on end.

“Ah, well…”

He watched those deft fingers undo the last two buttons. Then they spread apart his black shirt, reaching in, fingertips spreading out over his abs and pecs, tracing the contours of his muscles, switching between her nails and the pads of her fingertips, prickling and dainty. He couldn’t sure her face, but he saw his, and only now registered his own moans, so absorbed by her sensual movement and her touch that he didn’t even realize the embarrassing sounds falling from his lips.

“Not… since you…”

She snickered. “Seriously? What fool wouldn’t want to tear the clothes off this lovely body?”

He could feel and see his flush in the mirror. He looked away quickly, down to her hands exploring his body. “Well, I just… figured it’s easier if I do it. No one has ever been like you.”

“Hmm.”

His hands raised. He traced her knuckles, causing her to pause, caressing small circles on his sternum.

“You want to tear the clothes off my body?” he breathed, not daring to see his own reflection and know his reaction to whatever her answer was.

“I do.”

He placed his left hand on hers, heart beating faster and faster.

“Not tonight though.”

He pulled her palm away from his racing heart, not wanting her to know her effect on him, letting it linger beside his ribcage.

“Tonight, I will show you all I’ve learned, because I was always a better student than you, class representative.”

He found himself laughing a little, suddenly sheepish. “Yeah. Your name was always in the top five percent. I was pretty bad at school. I don’t know why everyone voted for–oooh…”

Her fingers touched his nipples, rubbing delicately, sending strange shivers all over him, shallowing his breath, making him look up and see his dark nipples being teased by expert hands. Her nails nicked them lightly and he whined in his throat, feeling them harden against her fingertips, surprised at the arousal from the simple touch, something he never paid attention to or cared about. His hair was covering part of his face.

Jungkook reached up and pushed his hair back, pressing his chest into those hands.

Saw one of her eyes behind his head, sharp and sultry with winged liner, twinkling as she watched him.

“I voted for you because I thought it would be funny since you weren’t even trying.”

He didn’t really have a response for that, too busy looking at his own face and body, shivering as she tweaked his nipples and pushed them in slow circles, his arms descending to lower the shadows, letting them suspend by his sides.

She shifted beside him and half of her lips appeared, on the toes of her heels, whispering close to his ear, seductive and dark.

“You were good-looking then, and you’re even more handsome now, Jungkook.”

The sound of the ocean, the silver moonlight shining off her blue-black hair giving her skin a surreal quality, almost doll-like, the mirror reflecting his expression, desire and anticipation.

She removed her hands and grabbed the collar of his shirt, yanking it down.

He inhaled sharply and her face disappeared.

Dress shirt stripped from his body and flung away, the crisp black fabric flaring out, a shadow cast aside.

Jungkook spun around.

Does this man know the meaning of calm the fuck down?

You rolled your eyes inwardly as you witnessed Jungkook turn around, facing you again even though you told him not to the move. He had always been like this, overzealous, but he didn’t seem as clumsy as before, although…

He grabbed your tits.

Hah.

He blinked rapidly, surprised. “Huh?”

You shook your head and knocked his hands away, sighing. “Pasties, Jungkook. To cover my nipples.”

You reached into your dress and scooped your breasts out, trapping them between the v-neckline. His eyes bulged slightly when he saw the smooth black satin circles flush to the apex of your breasts. They fit perfectly, seamless so they were unseen even under the slinky fabric of the black gown.

“W-Whoa…”

“What? I’m a burlesque dancer. Of course, I have fancy nipple covers. This is basic wardrobe.”

He tilted his head. “I’ve never seen any like these. They look like they’re part of your body.”

You tutted. “Obviously, they aren’t. You know I have nipples.”

And you reached up and peeled them off, flinging them aside carelessly.

Jungkook gasped, staring at your nipples with wide eyes.

“Don’t act like you haven’t seen nipples,” you scowled. “You better not be a virgin with how hot you’ve become.”

His hands shot up and you grabbed his wrists again, forcing them back down.

Jungkook whined, eyes shifting back up to you, begging to touch them.

You stiffened slightly. What kind of reaction was that?

“They’re so big,” he whispered huskily, visibly shuddering, shaking with the craving to touch them. “I remember they were soft. And…” His breathing hitched, trembling in your hands. “I remember they tasted so good. Amazing. No one has ever tasted as good as you.”

His eyes flickered back down, biting his lip. He tried to break free, but you held. A single glance exchanged and you let go, realizing he was going to do something other than attack them. Instead, he collected the straps of your dress and pulled them back up, slowly, moaning as the slinky black fabric skimmed over your breasts, your prominent nipples sticking out, hardening from the light friction.

“Fuck, that’s so fucking sexy.”

Well, maybe he did have some appreciation for the visual after all.

“You see why I need the pasties.”

He pulled the straps up, whimpering as he watched your nipples strain against your dress, lifting your breasts in the confines of the fabric and lowering them, lifting, lowering, repeating the gesture.

You raised an eyebrow.

“Jungkook… are you bouncing my tits on purpose?”

His dark brown orbs darted to you. Guilty.

“Um… y-you won’t let me touch them…”

You weren’t sure whether to sigh or to laugh. You just shook your head, backing up out of his grasp. His hands were still outstretched, lips forming a small pout. You almost regretted it, but his expression quickly changed as you casually flicked down the straps, freeing your breasts again, dropping his hands and linking them together under his waist, waiting, now invested in what you had in store.

Oh.

He chewed on his lip and gave you an expectant look.

A flutter in your chest.

The side of your lips curved upward, tongue sliding out to graze the edge of your upper lip before disappearing.

You reached back, leisurely undoing the fastenings of the corset, sweeping your legs so the high slit flared apart, turning around, letting him witness the slow undress. Every action was deliberate, the wide arc of your leg moving the skirt aside to prevent you from tripping as you turned without using your hands, the wide stance of your feet to relieve pressure on your heels and to prevent the dress from sliding down too soon, and even the position of your fingers, poised so you could run a nail down your spine as two of them pinched the hook-and-eye and separated them, traveling down to the top of your ass. Every movement was thought out, details that made up the bigger picture, constructing your ultimate goal.

A sensual striptease.

You caught his reaction in a mirror to your right.

His sparkling brown eyes were wide, jaw dropped.

A lot of people had seen you take off your clothes, but no one made you feel as satisfied as Jeon Jungkook, then in his school uniform and now shirtless in his slacks, hands twisting in front of his crotch.

Then you saw your face.

You were smiling.

You really did smile when you thought he wasn’t looking.

Another glimpse at his face and you found him staring at you, silver moonlight glinting off his eyebrow piercing and flooding into his eyes, bringing out the stars within.

You released your hand and your dress tumbled to the ground.

He sucked in a shuddering breath, your name drifting from his lips.

“H… Holy shit…”

You did have an amazing waist-to-ass ratio.

Proper corset training and specific hit workouts to perfect your craft contributed. You couldn’t simply be pretty. You had to be strong and flexible to do the stunts and to walk in your red bottoms for the entire performance. Christian Louboutin didn’t make his shoes to be comfy. He made heels to make feet look enticing and sexy.

The price to pay for glamour and vanity.

It did give you some powerful calves though.

You lifted one shoe, flashing that blazingly red sole of your heel, balancing on one leg for a second.

This was to prevent you from getting tangled on your now fallen dress. You tightened your core, shifting your weight, knowing it would give Jungkook an irresistible view of your plump derriere in your high French-cut black satin panties, the particular style adding illusion to the already stark proportion.

In short, your ass looked fucking fabulous.

You stepped out of your dress, one leg, then the other, taking care not to step on it, adding a little flourish of your hands to create those body lines, ever the performer. You glanced at the mirror and was pleased to find Jungkook hadn’t moved, although his hands were now firmly open, palms down on his crotch, whimpering in his throat.

“Soon,” you promised, and you would keep it.

He nodded, swallowing hard.

You turned your fingers inward, hooking each index finger on the sides of your panties, rocking your hips slowly, lowering your lashes, following the beat of the sea, tugging down the right side a few centimeters and then the left, listening to his breathing and controlling yours. You bent over slowly at the hips, sticking your ass out, listening to his low moan as your glistening slit was revealed, sliding your undergarments down your thighs and calves, placing them carefully onto the floor.

You gradually straightened, breathing out, keeping it as one smooth motion.

You stepped out of your panties.

Now you were clad in only your black patent Louboutins and black diamond choker.

This time, you found your reflection in the mirror to delicately correct your smeared red lipstick with your fingertips. Good enough. You nodded at your reflection. The corners of your mouth curved upwards.

You turned to face him, showing Jungkook your smile.

This smile was real.

The smile she only showed when she was with him. He didn’t know if that was a valid thought or not, but he liked to think so. Besides, no smile meant as much as this one. That he was sure of, because he had been chasing this smile for all these years before finally accepting that he would never find another one like it. It was too precious to belong to anyone else.

His smile.

If his dick wasn’t trying to rip open his pants, Jungkook might have cried seeing it for the first time.

He couldn’t speak, too afraid he was going to lose it right then and there.

She walked towards him.

No, walk wasn’t the correct word. Strode, strut, glided, fuck, he didn’t know, she just moved as fluidly as a shadow and water combined, silver moonlight glistening off her skin and her diamonds, and he knew he would never love the mere act of walking more than when he watched her move.

She stilled.

He stopped breathing.

Her foot raised, toes tracing the inside of the heel, raising the pointed toe, balancing it on the stiletto, and she flicked it backward, causing it to tumble and somersault backward, falling to its side.

Fuck.

She thought of everything.

She balanced on tiptoe and did the same to the other shoe, discarding it with a swift tick.

He made a less-than-elegant noise of her name mixed with a needy whine.

“P… Please…”

Jungkook was quite sure he was a hair’s breath away from ripping off his pants to get some relief.

She finally made her way to stand in front of him. Smile so close now, emphasized by painted lips.

Her hands closed over his, peeling them away from his crotch, holding them loosely. She leaned forward, placing a delicate kiss on his lips. Deep, meaningful, nothing flashy. Drew back, still smiling.

This smile.

He wanted to protect it forever.

“I should have told you that I love you, but I didn’t know it then,” he whispered.

She chuckled.

“I know now.”

She was lowering herself as he spoke, tilting her head at him, inviting him to continue. Getting to her knees, positioning her feet right under her ass, neat and orderly. His hands dropped, leaving hers on his belt, undoing the buckle, her gaze still on him. Looking up at him with amusement, diamonds glittering on her throat, perky tits and nipples, thighs on display, kneeling in front of his crotch.

“I love you.”

Jungkook meant it, every syllable.

He never meant it more in her life.

“I know.”

What?

She casually undid his belt and slid the closure open, unzipping his slacks.

“Wait… what?” he sputtered, blinking rapidly.

“I know you love me,” she repeated calmly.

Jungkook had time for a single blink before his pants were yanked down to his knees. He started, almost falling over, but her hands came up behind his legs and gripped them, keeping him upright.

“Careful,” she purred, stroking the backs of his thighs.

He jerked his head down, hardly able to breathe, shock blossoming as she leaned forward, hot breath warming his black boxer briefs. Eyes on his face, pink tongue extending.

“O-Oh, fuuuck…”

She planted her tongue over his hardness and soaked it with saliva, wetting the fabric and tracing the outline, molding his underwear to his length, sending him into gasping shivers, heat from her tongue and then her lips closing, blowing a cool stream over it, hot and cold, sensation and deprivation, too much and not enough, placing kisses all over and he flinched with every one, savoring the feeling, the touch that was familiar and unfamiliar, everything he wanted.

“W-Wait… that’s dirty…”

“Not as dirty as the things I want to do to you.”

Not as dirty as the things I want to do to you.

Pants racking his torso, looking down, and it was the same but different, her lips kissing up his abs, his chest, back to his face, holding him to her, lipstick smeared and now on his skin. Open mouth to elegantly parted lips, gasping as she collected her breasts and pressed her nipples to his chest, squashing the softness to his pecs.

“Spit on my cleavage,” she breathed.

“W-What?”

She raised an eyebrow, knowing that he heard her perfectly well, squeezing her breasts together and rubbing them on his chest, sending the electric sensation of her large nipples dragging across his heartbeat, rolling her shoulders to the beat of the sea, bathed in silver moonlight.

“Spit on my tits, Jungkook.”

“I… c-couldn’t… do that to you…” he moaned, pitch hiking with pleasure.

She didn’t chide him to cover his mouth this time, instead smirking wider, licking her teeth. “Sure, you can. Do it, golden boy. Spit on me.”

She hooked a leg over his hip and grinded her crotch to his wet one, causing him to whine, knowing his cock was so close to her pussy but not yet skin to skin, the soaked fabric barrier driving him insane, his hands coming up to grip her waist and press her down on him, staring into her eyes, inhale shaky and erratic.

She smiled, teasing, sculptural, his.

“You trust me?”

Jungkook was drunk on something he didn’t understand and it was love.

“Yeah…”

He leaned forward, capturing her lips, an intense, burning kiss. She smiled into his kiss, and he knew she was aware of his nervousness, but she remained patient as she always was, pressing back daintily, taking his breath away. He broke apart, trembling.

She nodded, telling him it was okay.

He collected saliva at the tip of his tongue and looked down, spitting into her cleavage.

It shot out of his mouth, splattering over the swell of her breasts and onto his own chest. His ears burned, self-conscious at the dirty act, but she moaned deliciously, backing up, his saliva dripping down and stuck to the inside curve of her breasts. He had a moment to appreciate the image, the most beautiful woman in the world with her diamond choker and his spit on her tits glistening in the moonlight reflected by the sea.

“Wow.”

That was all he could say as the image burned into his memory.

She smirked, falling to her knees, tugging his black boxer briefs down his thighs, his stiff cock popping out, bobbing in the air at the suddenness of its release, and then trapped once more, except this time not in drenched fabric but in her soft, saliva-covered breasts – or his saliva, depending on how he thought about it – but he couldn’t think about it, abrupt pleasure shooting up his spine, throwing his head back in a moan, eyes darting everywhere, surrounded by mirrors, reflections of his face, his long black hair a wild mess, his facial features consumed by wanton lust, his throbbing cock jammed between her breasts and her body sliding up and down, her large nipples rubbing against his crotch and thighs, oh, fuck, the sensation insane, soft and rough and wet, her perfectly pinned hair leaving only the curls at the ends bouncing from her effort.

She spit down his length, adding to the lubrication and her name burst out of his mouth in an erratic groan.

“F-Fuck…!”

She pushed his cock up, almost uncomfortable, but then her mouth closed around the tip, tongue swirling, and he was lost again, ecstasy as she switched to blowing him, pressing her breasts to his thighs, smearing the saliva on them too, covering his cock in red lipstick, soaking every centimeter with saliva, running her tongue over the veins and the head, his hands clenching into fists, close, so close, and then she popped her mouth off, leaving him near tears and in whines.

“P-Please, let me cum, please…”

“I want you to cum on my necklace,” she panted, planting his cock in her cleavage again, lacing her fingers over it, pressing the head down into the slick skin, shock of her words and the escalating pleasure, his chin lowering and staring down at glittering black diamonds and the engorged tip of his length popping in and out of her breasts.

“You want me to… cum on your necklace…?” he echoed hollowly, in utter disbelief.

“Fuck yes, I do,” she grinned, tip of her tongue flickering at the edge of her lips. “Cum on my diamonds, Jungkook.”

Well, fuck.

This was the worst surreal and hottest moment of his life.

He clenched his jaw and thrust his hips into her chest, adding to the stimulation, chasing it, seeing her grin grow, devilish and devious, squeezing him tighter, faster, faster, faster, his hands and his body shaking, gripped by pleasure and her hold, panting her name over and over, his prayer, his drug, his lifeline, trying to hold out, the line inside him pulled taut, thinner and thinner, snapping.

“F-Fuck, I’m gonna cum!”

His hips jolted and he forced them upward, her head tipping back as the thick red tip popped out, twitching and splattering thick streams of white, painting the black diamonds with his white orgasm, clinging to the jewels and her collarbones, dripping down, covering her with his strong and masculine scent. She lifted her body, trapping his jolting cock in her breasts, and he moaned helplessly, rutting against her skin, sparks of pleasure shooting through his veins, uncontrollable flinching and shuddering as more dribbled out, milked out by the tightness.

“Oooooooh, f-fuck… fuck, I’m s-so sorry…” he gasped out, wincing at the mess he made.

“Ah, shut up, Jungkook.”

In awe, he watched her back up slightly, strings of his orgasm all over her breasts, chest, and diamonds.

She smiled and dipped her fingers in it, coating them with his cum and bringing them to her smeared red lips, licking them off one by one, pink tongue slipping between her elegant digits, moaning as she drank up his taste.

Eyes on his, drunk on him.

time left: --:--

Kim Namjoon leaned against Kim Seokjin’s shoulder, listening to the other man’s deep breathing.

They were sitting on the plush green couch in Kim Taehyung’s room.

The night was quiet, nothing but the sound of the waves coming through the open window, a light breeze as Namjoon watched the moon reflect off the ocean. Seokjin had already fallen asleep, head resting against the back of the sofa, tired from the day’s events and needing the rest. Namjoon felt the drowsiness beginning to weigh on him too, using Seokjin’s wide shoulder as his headrest. He had opened the window to prevent the room from getting too stuffy.

It would have been more comfortable to be in that giant bed with the one he was paid to protect, but he hoped she was in good hands now.

He smiled to himself, watching the silver moonlight dance off the choppy waters.

His mind went back to those moments, moments when he had to hold her shoulders and remind her of who and where she was, moments when he sat and waited as she clenched her teeth and a skilled medical tattoo artist filled in those white scars all over her hands, moments of when she finally sat him and Seokjin down and told them why she sometimes woke up at night, screaming and crying, yelling the names of past demons.

She had told them she was sorry, sorry for being weak, sorry for not taking responsibility.

Seokjin had scoffed, smacking her lightly on the head. “Are you an idiot? You have been through enough. Stop it with that nonsense. It’s part of our job, so let us do our job.”

After that, Namjoon would make it a point to check up on her at night, reaching over to soothe her brow as she slept, relaxing her face with gentle touches. He wanted to be there in case she woke up from a nightmare, and it became a habit, until Seokjin too elbowed himself in the bed, muttering that she always got the best digs anyway, so why shouldn’t he? He was handsome enough, after all.

They only accompanied her to events or appearances.

It bothered Namjoon to think that sometimes she was alone in her own home, waking up screaming and crying, and that he couldn’t be there.

He wondered what would come of this.

Jeon Jungkook.

Did he know that if he broke her heart that two ‘big-scary-dudes-with-massive-shoulders’ were going to find his ass and rearrange it?

Hm.

Namjoon closed his eyes, letting the night take him under its wing.

time left: error

The black diamond choker was on the vanity, covered in Jungkook’s cum.

Both of your clothes were on the floor, shoes, pants, dress, undergarments, strewn all over, a mess, along with a now cold, wet, white bath towel that smelled like semen and saliva. It had what was left of your red lipstick on it.

One of the designer cosmetic bags was open.

There were condoms scattered on the bed now, thrown over the red silk sheets.

Jungkook was holding your hands, palms up, tenderly kissing them.

It felt strange, his soft lips on your scars.

Most people didn’t realize it. It wasn’t something they looked for or thought to think twice about, because to them, your hands had always been like that. It would be rude to comment or mention it even if they had noticed.

But Jungkook had known your hands before they became like this.

“It’s why I stopped going to school.”

He kissed the pads of your fingertips, looking at you with those dark brown orbs.

“Did something bad happen?”

You smiled, somewhere between sad and apologetic.

“I wanted to make sure that I could still see you, but unfortunately I ended up doing the exact opposite.”

He squeezed your hands tightly, giving you his own smile. “Still, you came back to me.”

You chuckled ruefully. “Not with the best intentions.”

The silver moonlight highlighted all your favorite features, the cupid’s bow of his lips, the tiny mole underneath, the wrinkle of his nose with his smile, the stars in his eyes.

“You’ve always been dangerous and ill-advised for me, but I always liked that about you.”

You arched a brow. “Hm, you were a shitty class representative, huh?”

Jungkook shrugged. “You weren’t really a class delinquent either.”

You shook your head, pulling your hands out of his. “Look at you. What kind of class presentative gets all these tattoos?” you teased, dancing your fingers up his right forearm and elbow, tracing the outlines of the script and graphics, following the swirls of the clouds and flower petals with your nails, listening to his shallow breath at your touch. “And an eyebrow piercing? Are you trying to tell everyone you’re one of the cool kids now?”

His lips twisted into a small frown. “Am I cool?”

You shrugged. “Every time I hear about the cool kids in our grade, it’s just about how they got knocked up too early or how they dropped out of university, so you tell me.”

“I haven’t gotten knocked up.”

You gave him a look, bordering on impatience.

“Wait, I mean–”

You raised a hand and planted it on his chest, pushing him down on the bed.

“Enough. Stop talking, please.”

You crawled over his body, placing your hands by his head, looking down at him. Jungkook stared up at you, long black hair splayed over the pillows. He was definitely a man now, sharp jawline, manicured brows, slight dark circles from long nights, and, as you leaned down, expensive cologne now, still light and clean but with a twist of sharpness and sweet fruit, still with the same warmth. Your lips pressed against his jaw, leaving kisses, sinking your weight onto him, skin to skin, his gasps under you, and now it seemed like you were back in that time, his teenage self and your teenage self, the same eagerness as his arms surrounded you, running his hands down your back, but now he added his nails, making you hum in approval. He did it more, scratching his nails over your spine as you kissed his jaw, his throat, his ear, jingling his earrings with your tongue, whispering against his skin.

“No one has ever been what you are to me.”

You didn’t bother using past tense, because it wasn’t.

You sat down on his thigh, his semi-hard cock twitching against your skin, turned on by your kisses and your tongue toying with his ear.

“You weren’t even very good, you know. You were kinda shit. Too impatient.”

He shuddered, tensing his forearms against your sides.

“I’m b-better now…” he whimpered, turning into a moan as you bit his ear and rubbed your wetness on his thigh, painting it with your juices. You kept it slow, leisurely, with even pressure.

“Still…”

You lifted your head, bringing your fingers inward, slipping them into his hair, pushing it back, caressing his temple with your thumbs.

“I have loved you all this time, Jungkook, even back then when I didn’t know what love was, when I was only chasing a feeling that was different from all the others.”

His eyes widened, stunned by your words.

“Ah, nevertheless, I came back too late.”

“No.”

His hands on your back, holding you tightly to him.

“I want to kiss you all the time,” he whispered, words from long ago, bringing them back. “And I will.”

He raised his forehead and touched yours.

“I know it’s not fair, I know it’s bad, I know it’s terrible, but I’ll be fucked up if you can’t be right here, with me.”

His lips to yours, small kisses and closed eyes, hiding his tears behind his lashes.

“You are the happiness, and if you continue to love me, I will never let you go.”

That’s what Jungkook said, but the sentiment was slightly interrupted by his cock being so hard that it was actually raising your thigh up into the air.

You smiled against his lips, chuckling.

“I guess I’ll bring a towel when you get her cocktail splashed into your face.”

“Maybe two. She has a lot of internet friends.”

“Hm.”

You lifted your head, smirking.

“Well, I can’t say it would be the first relationship I’ve ruined, although those were far more indirect.”

Jungkook tried to make the moment romantic, but her naked body was on top of him with her wet pussy rubbing on his thigh and his dick was coming back to life right in the middle of his speech.

Still, he couldn’t really complain, because at the moment he was ripping open a condom, on his knees between her legs, rolling it down, eyes roaming over her body lines, poised and elegant and sexy, her hair flared out on the pillows, still neatly pinned up, some kind of sorcery, but that didn’t surprise Jungkook, for she had always had her spell on him and he was better for it.

“You want missionary?” she teased.

He bit his lip, nodding.

“I want to watch your face.”

Her tongue flickered out on the edge of her upper lip, accenting the high point of her smirk.

“Good, then I can watch yours.”

He positioned himself in front of her, pausing for a second, unsure now, but she simply grinned and reached between her legs, one hand on his length and the other on his hip, digging her nails into his ass and shoving him inside her.

“Oh, fuck!”

She seemed highly amused, but he was gone, sudden tightness and wetness enveloping him, pitching forward and catching himself on his palms, sinking into red silk, the intensity bursting from his core and washing over him, shuddering and gasping as she gripped his ass with both hands and sank him down into her pussy, down, down, drowning in the feeling, diving into the depths of pleasure, fuck, he felt it everywhere, her walls clenching and wrapped around his length, the sensitive head rubbing against the ridges, and the emotions that rushed through him as he looked into her eyes, a little humiliated that it affected him so much, a little shocked at how good it felt even with the condom, and a lot of lust and trust and love, all rolling into one, and she purred his name, smooth and silky and gentle, and he couldn’t help himself, slowly rolling his hips and smacking down hard, burying himself to the base, eyelids fluttering, feeling it radiate over his body.

“Too... hard?” he choked out, trying to be considerate, desperate not to fuck up.

She shook her head, snickering.

“Not even close.”

“How can I–?”

But she didn’t let him finish, tapping the mandala flower tattoo on his right elbow and he raised his arms, at loss for words and breath when she raised her legs to his shoulders and tugged his forearms back down, his hands landing on the bed once more.

Oh no.

This was tighter.

“Fuck me, Jungkook, and make it rough.”

I can’t talk or I will blow my load in two seconds.

He nodded, tensing his jaw, and smacked his crotch down, her thighs smacking against his chest.

Oh, fuck me.

He wished he could sound less desperate and less ruined, but he simply didn’t have the capacity for that any longer, tumbling into a series of wild moans as he built up the pace, wave after wave of pleasure crashing into him, too much sensation, soft thighs, wet tightness squeezing his throbbing length, her hands on his upper arms, holding on tightly, his name falling from her mouth along with her erotic exhale. He loved every sound she made, every single one, her moan, her hiss, her growl, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, that’s it, give it to me, Jungkook, loved the way she looked at him, a mixture of bliss and slyness, loved the sound their bodies made, a harsh rhythmic smack, louder and louder, messing up the sheets, her head tipping back, eyes closing, fuck, yes, gonna cum if you keep going like that, so he did, hard, firm, powerful slaps of skin-to-skin, feeling so good but holding himself back, biting his lip hard and moaning in his throat, not willing to orgasm until he made her do so, at least twice.

Jungkook was being ridiculous, he knew, but he wouldn’t forgive himself if he lost it too soon during his first time inside her.

“Mmm, fuck, Jungkook, fuck!”

A sharp throb and then a cascading effect, brutal massages of his length, and he didn’t even realize it, pausing for a second from the strength of her orgasm, his cock clenched all over and squeezed, shocking pleasure that made his eyes roll back, struggling with every fiber of his being to not explode, edging himself by ceasing his thrust, and then he drew back and rammed back into her, clawing up the sheets to press her further down into the bed, nearly bending her in half, but she didn’t seem to mind, gripping his arms and raising her hips to meet him, deeper now, the head being constricted even tighter by this changed angle, him sucking in a deep inhale, smelling blackberry, evergreen, and sex, the sweet smell of her pussy, reminding him of sitting on the bus on his way home and catching that scent on his hands and clothes, not regretting it, loving her mark on him.

It was better now.

Better because he was actually in her pussy.

And better because her teeth caught the side of her lower lip, a second of lost control, lashes lowering, moan in her mouth, his name, his name, his name leaking from her lips.

“Oh, Jungkook…”

He would never tire of it.

Never.

It burst again, a lewd squelch, and the insides of his thighs were soaked with viscous honey, clinging to his balls, violent throbs around his jerking length and Jungkook was gone, gone, everything accumulating at the peak and shattering down, his deep moan flooding the room, shooting his orgasm into the condom as his quivering cock was clenched all around, unbearable euphoria that he welcomed, letting it consume every nerve and vibrate through him, a feeling he never wanted to end.

He let it swallow him, her ocean, her moonlight, her night, and he promised himself that he would never leave.

All in all, Jeon Jungkook hadn’t changed much. That was alright. It was clear that you both had unfinished business in the past that was being hashed out right now.

Through sex, because how else?

He was behind you, both of you kneeling on the bed, his breath on your skin, murmuring your name, wonderment and desire, leaving a trail of kisses on your shoulders and neck.

“You can bite me, you know.”

He nipped at your skin experimentally. You pinched his finger on your upper arm, the little sheepish emoji on his middle right. He squeaked and bit harder. You hummed approvingly, lowering your hand.

“You’re turning me into a crazy person,” Jungkook mumbled to the curve of your neck.

“You were already a crazy person. You just pretend you’re not.”

“That’s not true…”

You gently peeled his right hand from your arm and yanked him forward. He inhaled sharply, hard chest hitting your back as you tugged his arm forward, curving it around you.

“What non-crazy person blacks out the inner part of their elbow and tattoos the bone on the outer part as well?” you accused, rubbing his muscular forearm against your nipples, smirking at his moan, his shiver traveling through your back and to the sparks of pleasure radiating from your breasts at the lovely friction.

“Um…”

That was as far as he gave you as an answer because he had no good answers.

“Mhm.”

His hand curved around your left breast and he ran his fingers over it, tugging at your nipple. You leaned into his touch, sighing softly. Well, maybe you had been a bit harsh. He had changed. Less clumsy now, attaining his own irresistible sensuality that he probably wasn’t even aware of, considering the wavering in his tone.

“You’ve probably had better than me, huh…”

“You would be surprised at the complete inadequacy of the human race when it comes to sex, Jungkook. Most people don’t give two shits about listening to their partner’s wants.”

He pinched your nipple and you moaned, rubbing your ass against his crotch.

“You always do everything I want and even things I didn’t even know I wanted,” he mumbled.

His cock was getting the hint with every rock of your hips, rousing at the soft friction. You listened to his rapid breathing, amused, the amusement turning into fond irritation as you felt his free hand slide between your bodies, tucking his hardening length between your ass cheeks, now slowly and non-discreetly humping you.

Well.

Can’t say you were surprised.

“You’re not that hard to read, Jungkook.”

He was leaking all over the top of your ass, ramming the head into your tailbone, now both hands on your chest, forgetting to answer, too absorbed in touching you, tugging at your nipples in time with his rocking hips, lips back to your neck, biting down and sucking hard, leaving marks. There was power in his hold, passion and desperation, a needy whine vibrating in his throat, faster, harder, pinching your nipples and rubbing the tips, pulling slightly, pleasure from his lips and his hands, your own reaching back and clawing at the small of his back, leaving scratches, yes, please, harder, mark me, make me yours, and you chuckled at his declaration, you were always mine, Jungkook, and he moaned your name in affirmation, licking up your neck, hot shaking breath ghosting your ear.

“Wanna fuck you from behind.”

You sunk your nails into his skin and brought your fingers outward, flicking your wrists to leave sharp lines of lust, his moan in your wake.

“Do it,” you drawled, voice saturated with need.

He pushed you down and your caught yourself with your hands, clutching fistfuls of red silk. You heard the rip of another condom and his groan as he encased his aching length, one hand on your ass, and you spread your legs, his knees fitting between them, the head grazing your wet opening and he slid in with a shudder, filling you up and stretching you out, a little pain that dissipated as he squeezed your ass with two hands, sighing with satisfaction with you.

“I know I said I want to kiss you all the time, and I do,” he panted, stalling.

You smiled, turning your head to look over your shoulder. Jungkook looked back at you and he reached forward, driving deeper into you, making you mewl for him. He plucked the pins from your hair, one by one, undoing the perfection, tossing them aside as he spoke, shrouding your shoulders and face with cool-toned black, surreal and glamorous.

“But I think I’ve decided I also want to fuck you all the time.”

You smirked. “You don’t take much convincing, I must say.”

He eased the last pin from your hair and flicked it aside.

You heard it fall to the floor.

That one wouldn’t be found in the morning.

He grinned. “Maybe I already knew you would be amazing.”

Instead of replying, you leaned forward and then smacked your ass back into his crotch.

Jungkook reeled, hand flying back to your hip, grabbing it tightly as you roughly pushed back into him, his natural response being to thrust forward, compounding the pleasure for you and for him, looking forward again and tipping your head back, letting go, moaning for him, his hardness twitching with your sound, loud and getting louder, bodies tangled, bed creaking, clutching your ass for dear life. You lifted one hand and brought beside your hip and Jungkook gripped your forearm, your body naturally dropping lower, deepening each thrust, and that was it, the uncontrollable need resonating in his deep voice, forcefully pounding you into the mattress, thighs, crotch, balls slapping into your lower half, carnal and wild and visceral, his name and your name mixing together, filling the room with the sight, sound, and smell of sex, so strong, fuck, he was so fucking strong, and so were you, a shock every time your bodies connected, until you were wailing with the ferocity of orgasm, squirming and clutching his forearm as he held yours, clenching around his length, but this time he didn’t stop, fucking you through it, gasping for air.

“Oh fuck, yes, fuck, do it again, cum for me again, fuck, feels so fucking good, feels like you’re choking my cock…”

And he brought it out of you again, your right hand punched into the sheets, your left in his hold, moaning for him, Jungkook, fuck, Jungkook, for him then, him now, him forever, ecstasy and elation, hitting a high you thought didn’t even exist, lust and trust and love, raising your torso and slamming your palm onto the headboard, rattling the whole damn bed.

“Fuck!”

Slamming back onto his cock and squeezing hard, Jungkook gasping at the suddenness of the harsh throbs around his length, jolting inside you and spilling another into the condom, your head whipping to the side, spotting a mirror and there he was, head thrown back, long black hair touching his shoulders, open mouth, eyes rolled back, chest shuddering, your name a shaky moan, holding you tight, his right arm travelling, wrapping around you and lifting you up, and then it was you in the mirror, your body against his, skin to skin, his dark brown orbs shifting down, feeling your eyes on him, and then he was watching your reflections, seeing your joined bodies, panting in unison, both sweaty and spent.

You smiled at him, lit up by moonlight and mirrors.

He smiled back.

And then his hand was on your chin and he turned your head to face him, tilting his head and kissing your smile, seeing it not its reflection but the real thing, no longer only when you thought he wasn’t looking.

time left: 00:00

“Oi.”

Jungkook didn’t recognize that voice at all. He concluded must still be dreaming.

A finger podded his temple.

“Oi!”

He started, but the arms encircling him pinned him in place, not letting him and his naked body leave the bed. Softness pressed against his back, bare nipples rubbing against his skin. He froze.

His dick was rock-hard.

A black-haired man in a black suit with a disturbingly handsome face was glaring at him.

“You animals made a fucking mess.”

“Go away, Seokjin.”

Jungkook squeaked, unable to talk because one of the hands holding him was dancing downwards under the covers, wrapping around his impossibly stiff length. He prayed it wouldn’t start moving up and down, but it did. Slowly. Not enough, but still too much, because he didn’t really want to get jacked off first thing in the morning while someone was very clearly assessing whether or not to cause extreme bodily harm to him.

Well, he did want to get jacked off first thing in the morning.

It was the bodily harm he was less enthused about.

The man named Seokjin squinted at him and it took every fiber of Jungkook’s being to not make a goddamn peep as her fingers ghosted the head, smearing slick pre-cum over the slit.

“I want to take a shower.”

“Then go take a shower. I left towels for you,” she mumbled behind Jungkook’s back.

“Namjoon’s in the shower right now.”

“Then order us some breakfast.”

“I sent Taehyung to do that. Also, it’s noon.”

“Couldn’t you order room service?”

Seokjin shrugged and Jungkook realized his shoulders were huge. “He said he had a friend who worked in the kitchen and was going to reserve us a table.”

She raised her head, resting her chin on Jungkook’s right shoulder and pulsing his cock with her right hand under the sheets. “Taehyung has a lot of friends, doesn’t he?”

Seokjin looked at Jungkook pointedly.

“Er… yeah. T-Tons…”

Those brown eyes narrowed, scrutinizing Jungkook suspiciously. “He seems like a dork.”

“I like dorks. That’s why I keep you around.”

Seokjin stuck his tongue out childishly and yelled at the top of his lungs. “Namjoon!”

“I’m done!”

“Finally,” Seokjin grumbled, walking off and yanking the bathroom door open, barging in unceremoniously.

“Gah!”

“Gah!!!”

“Oh, fuck, please, d-don’t…”

“It’ll only take me a second.”

You dove under the covers and Jungkook clapped his hands over his mouth, your grip on his twitching length moving fast and tight, rubbing your tongue on the hot head, and you were right, it only took a few seconds, and then Jungkook was hissing through his fingers, now, fuck, now, and your mouth swallowed his cock, not a moment too soon as thick spurts of his orgasm shot into your throat, coating the back of your tongue, savoring his smell and his thighs under your breasts, rubbing your nipples on the muscle.

“N-No, stop, stop,” Jungkook whimpered desperately, grabbing you by the shoulders and yanking you up, your head popping out, smirk on your lips.

You opened your mouth and showed him your tongue covered in his cum.

“Shit, you’re going to be the death of me…”

He hurriedly nudged your chin and you closed it, grinning.

Dangerous.

Ill-advised.

Jungkook grinned back at you helplessly, holding your smiling face in his hands.

---

some time later

“I have two towels.”

“She didn’t throw her drink at me.”

“Damn. I even seduced the bartender a little bit to get those plush cotton ones.”

“She asked if she could keep the ring so she could sell it and give the money to her secret, less good-looking boyfriend so he could buy her a new ring.”

“Oh. Wait, what?”

He shrugged, rubbing the back of his head. “I said sure, because it wasn’t like the love of my life couldn’t afford her own diamonds.”

“Ah, true, true.”

“I might be slandered for a little while on the internet.”

“Nah, you won’t. Maybe for like, six hours. Then everyone’s attention span will be somewhere else. Also, your taste upgraded in their eyes, from social media influencer to burlesque dancer.”

You grinned, raising your hands to create a finger frame of your index fingers and thumbs, enclosing the handsome face of Jeon Jungkook, long black hair, silver brow piercing, dark sculpted eyebrows, big brown eyes, defined jawline, shapely pink lips, mole of his nose and cheek, and finally that perfect mole underneath his lower lip, appearing as he smiled at you, confused at what you were doing.

“Even though we all know you’re just a hopeless sucker for the class delinquent. Tsk tsk.”

His grin grew mischievous, walking over to you as you lowered your hands.

“Well, I was a shit class representative anyway.”

He leaned down to kiss you, smile to smile.

Twelve hours.

Sunset to night.

fin.

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Devil’s Mark: Lead Me Into Temptation

Pairing: CleanRockstar!Bucky x Fem!Reader

Summary: Your chose to give up everything to be with Bucky.

Word Count: 2.9k

Warnings: Knife play, carving, marking, blood (not period blood okay), tasting said blood, pain kink, oral sex (M receiving), face fucking, tea-bagging, thigh riding, toxic relationship obviously, bible references as usual

A/N: Like I said, this AU owns me??? Whenever new rockstar pics are released my brain instantly goes into a mayhem and I can’t NOT write shit based on those photos. Anyway, enjoy sinning in this one skskksks

Devil’s Mark Masterlist || MAIN MASTERLIST

You should have been ashamed at how quickly you decided to leave everything behind— your family, your work and your so-called friends, your beliefs and dignity.

All because of Bucky and you were not embarrassed by it. In fact, you were proud of it and you wore it like a badge of honor, quite literally actually. Bucky’s initials that were carved on your left collarbone never failed to remind you who you belong to.

You bled for it and went through the pain when Bucky pressed the tip of his knife onto your skin and used it to permanently mark you with his name. The pain was unlike any other but it was fucking worth it when Bucky rewarded you for being his good, little pet.

“You did so fucking good for me, munchkin.” Bucky cooed, sitting back and admiring his work.

The letters BB looked good on your skin, they were still red but written clearly enough for everyone to see. Tears continued to streak on your cheeks as you caught your breath, having to hold it in as you endured through the process of being marked.

“Aww, is my munchkin in pain?” he teased, wiping away your tears.

You shook your head, “I can take it.” you rasped out, sniffing and ignoring the burning sensation of the lacerations on your décolletage.

Bucky chuckled darkly and pressed a kiss on your neck, sucking your skin as his hand worked its way inside your skirt. His fingers tapped against the first mark he had given you while his mouth slid down to your throat.

“Such a good, little pet you are.” he hummed against your skin.

A combination of a gasp and a moan slipped past your lips when Bucky cupped your clothed cunt, pressing the pad of his palm against your already throbbing clit. He grunted in satisfaction when he felt how moist you had gotten.

Pulling back, Bucky looked at you with amusement. “Did the pain turn you on?” he asked.

You didn’t even know it was possible, you didn’t notice how damp it was between your legs until Bucky asked you about it. Not knowing what to say, you merely shrugged and bit your lip from embarrassment.

“Leave it to me to figure it out, munchkin.” Bucky said before bending down to lick at your fresh wound, humming at the tangy taste of your blood on his tongue.

The sting that you felt went straight to your core and left goosebumps all over your body. Hissing from both pain and pleasure, you threw your head back and found purchase on Bucky’s shoulders. It confused you at first, why the pain aroused you to the point of completely soaking your panties.

But when Bucky’s fingers began to rub your folds, you didn’t bother understanding your arousal anymore.

“Damn, didn’t expect for my munchkin to be a fuckin’ freak. You like it when it hurts, don’t you?” Bucky asked as he sat up straight.

His tongue and lips still had some of your blood, and the sight of Bucky wiping it with his thumb and sucking on it had you whimpering.

“I’m gonna have so much fun with you, munchkin.”

The day that Bucky marked you like that was the same day you had surrendered everything to him like he was a god. You never looked back since then, didn’t have an ounce of regret nor fear at what the future holds for you now that you were reeled into his world.

Everything about you changed— the way you dressed and presented yourself, your likes and dislikes. Bucky gloated at how much you willingly let him take control of you and your decisions.

You’d spent your entire life being constricted by so many rules that turned you into a person you never wanted to be in the first place. Don’t wear that, you look like a whore. Pray and repent for your sins every night, we don’t want a sinner in this family. Stay away from temptation, you don’t want to burn in hell.

It was ironic how you let the devil into your life but still got a glimpse of heaven.

A smirk tugged at your rouge-painted lips as you stared at your reflection in the mirror. You had never looked like yourself until now and you had Bucky to thank. He unraveled the truest version of you, helped you discover things you never knew you enjoyed, made you feel and bask in emotions you had suppressed for years.

Your finger traced the leather collar around your neck, something you considered a symbol of freedom rather than a restraint.

Bucky’s voice calling for you put an end to your pondering. Giving yourself one last look, you made sure to look your best before stepping out of the bathroom.

Your heels clacked as you walked into the bedroom of Bucky’s trailer, quickly catching his attention as he lounged on his bed in nothing but a pair of tight and stringed, leather shorts. His eyes darkened when he saw you, trapping his bottom lip in between his teeth as he got up to approach you.

A breath got caught in your throat when Bucky towered over you, his eyes scanning you from head to toe. You faltered under his predatory gaze and looked away, feeling bare and exposed because of the outfit he had asked you to wear: a black see through bralette, a matching thong and a pair of black stilettos. The collar he had given you was also attached to a belted chest harness that you had adjusted to accentuate your breasts.

“Fuck, knew my pet would look so damn good in that.” Bucky complimented, rubbing his stubbled chin as he took in your appearance.

He grabbed his silver chain from the bed and grunted when he heard your tiny gasp, loving how you got so fucking excited whenever he brought it out. Bucky smirked as he tipped your chin, thumbing your bottom lip and smearing your lipstick around.

“You wanna play, huh?” he asked before gently slapping the side of your breast.

You nodded enthusiastically, humming in excitement as Bucky continued to tease you. He clicked his tongue and took a step back, “Wanna hear my pet speak up.” he said.

“I wanna play, Bucky.” you immediately responded, looking at him with doe eyes and practically begging for him to leash you.

“That’s my pretty, lil’ munchkin.” Bucky praised, lifting your chin up so he could attach the chain onto the ring hanging at the middle of your collar.

Bucky caught you off guard when he harshly tagged on the chain, bringing you down onto your knees with a loud thud. His leather shorts already had a tent and the sight of Bucky’s thick, tattooed thighs instantly made you wet.

“Untie the strings, munchkin.” Bucky said, his hand still holding the chain while his other caressed your hair.

You lifted your hands up but they were quickly swatted away. When you looked at Bucky, he was grinning at you mischievously, “Use your mouth.” he said.

Gripping his thighs for leverage, you leaned forward and bit the edge of the string and pulled at it. You used your tongue and hooked it under the strings, lifting it up until it was loose. Bucky groaned at the sight of you on your knees, obeying his every command.

“You can use your hands now, munchkin. You’ve been such a good girl, go ahead and suck my cock. It’s all yours.” Bucky urged, exhaling through his nose when you didn’t waste any time and pulled his shorts down.

Spitting on the tip of his cock, you watched your saliva drip down to the shaft before licking the underside. You traced the prominent vein with your tongue, batting your eyelashes at Bucky whose mouth dropped open when you took his head into your mouth.

“Oh fuck, shit.” he hissed, scrunching his face in pleasure when you added your hand into the mix to fondle his balls.

“God, munchkin. You’re a fuckin’ sinner.” he breathily chuckled, gathering your hair behind your head into a ponytail.

“You gonna let me fuck your mouth?” he asked, moving his hips away from your lips.

Bucky snickered when your head followed his hips, not wanting to let go of his cock that was throbbing inside your mouth. He gripped your hair tight and yanked your head back until his cock slipped out and slapped against his abdomen. Your spit mixed with his pre-cum forming a string that connected the tip of his dick to your lips. Bucky tugged your head further away until your spit landed onto your chin and neck, dribbling down to coat his now fully-healed initials on your collarbone.

“How d’you want me to fuck your mouth, munchkin?” he asked, keeping his grip on your hair tight and painful.

“Fast, please.” you breathed out, licking your lips as you stared at his weeping, hard cock.

“Yeah, you want me to use your mouth and make myself cum?” he asked again.

You weren’t even finished nodding your head when Bucky pulled your face back down to his crotch. Your jaw ached when you opened your mouth wide, welcoming his cock back into your mouth until the tip hit the back of your throat.

Choking on his dick, your fingernails dug into Bucky’s thighs, creating dents that were easily hidden beneath his tattoos. Your eyes watered when Bucky held you in place for a few seconds before finally beginning to thrust his hips.

Wet, gaging sounds and Bucky’s moans filled the air as he fucked your mouth roughly. Saliva began to spill out from the corners of your mouth, dripping down to your chin and then the floor beneath you. Your tears escaped from your eyes and messed up your make-up, your mascara running down your cheeks, painting it a dark grey and mixing together with the smeared lipstick around your mouth.

“So fucking greedy for my cock, you’re such a slut.” Bucky grunted as he continued to fuck your face, ignoring the way your nostrils flared whenever you attempted to breathe through your nose. You blinked the tears away when you felt Bucky’s cock pulsate inside your mouth. The way his hips stuttered was a sign that he was close, and knowing how Bucky wanted to finish, you tugged his wrists away from your hair and started bobbing your head as you sucked him harder.

“Get under, I want to see my cum all over your innocent face.” Bucky demanded and began fisting his cock as you licked and sucked his balls.

You kept your eyes on Bucky the entire time, just waiting for him to make a mess on your face. The look of pleasure on his face always did it for you, always made you soak and drip for him. The fact that it was you making him feel this way, it gave you a sense of fulfillment. His brows would furrow, his nose would scrunch up and he would snarl and growl at you whenever he was close to his climax.

You loved it, loved seeing a man like him lose himself in you and on you.

“Yes, fuck!” Bucky groaned, taking a step back before aiming his cock onto your face, spurting his release all over you.

“Stick your tongue out, munchkin...yeah, fuck. Just like that, good girl.” he whispered, jerking his cock and letting more of his cum land on your tongue.

Bucky pulled his shorts back up and sat down on the foot of the bed, grabbing his phone and then opening the camera app. Like his good pet, you remained on your knees and didn’t bother cleaning up your face.

“C’mere, munchkin.” Bucky softly said, taking the chain in his hand as he watched you crawl towards here.

“Let me take a photo of you, fuck. You look so damn pretty like that, all fucked up and dirty. What a whore.” he chuckled and gripped your face in one hand, angling your face before snapping a couple of photos.

He threw his phone aside and leaned back, gazing at you with a satisfied smile. You returned the smile and started wiping your face with both your hands, gathering all his cum before bringing it into your mouth without breaking your eye contact with Bucky.

You sucked your fingers clean before proceeding to lick your palms, humming at the taste of Bucky.

You used to be an angel, such a pure soul but all that purity flew right out of the window when you met him. Now, your wings have been cut off and that landed you straight onto the devil’s lap.

“You really know how to make me happy, munchkin.” Bucky praised. “I knew it was right to keep you.” he added, tipping his head at you.

“Come, munchkin. Gotta reward you for being an obedient pet, of course. Why don’t you sit that pretty pussy on my thigh, rub yourself on me. Make that pussy purr.” he said, patting his thigh.

You crawled closer to him and held onto his knees as you stood up. You slightly winced in pain, your knees were red and bruised from being on the ground. Bucky gripped your leash and tugged on it, pulling you down until his thigh was slotted in between your legs.

A moan slipped past your swollen lips when your clothed cunt pressed against Bucky’s thigh. He laughed when he felt how fucking wet you were, your juices immediately soaking his skin, making his tattoo glisten with it.

“Ride my thigh, go ahead. Cum whenever you want.” he said.

You did as you were told and started moving your hips back and forth, moaning wantonly at the friction. You didn’t bother removing your thong, you were too aroused to do that. The throbbing in your pussy only grew with every movement, creating a delicious coil in your abdomen.

Bucky’s eyes kept on moving from your face to your pussy, watching you proudly as you tried to get yourself off. Your breasts bounced with emphasis thanks to the harness and your nipples were pebbled against the sheer fabric of your bralette.

“Bucky…” you whimpered, holding onto his shoulders as you quickened your pace— back and forth, back and forth, side to side.

Your juices were dripping down already, creating a vulgar, squelching sound whenever you moved. The hairs on Bucky’s thigh were also adding to your pleasure, allowing you to come closer and closer to your end.

“Yeah, you gonna cum? Cumming already, munchkin?” Bucky teased, yanking your leash to bring your lips down to his.

He licked your parted mouth before biting your lower lip, tugging at it until it bled. Bucky sucked on your lip before kissing you messily. You moaned into his mouth when you tasted your blood; it quickly mixed with Bucky’s release, creating a unique flavor that had your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

“Gonna cum, Bucky.” you whined, moving your hips faster and rougher against his thigh.

“Go on, munchkin. Give it to me, soak my fuckin’ thigh with your cream. C’mon.” he growled as he pinched your nipple.

The pressure in your abdomen exploded and made your entire body buzz from immense pleasure as you came. Electricity ran through your veins, starting from your fingertips down to your toes as they curled. Wetness gushed out of your sopping cunt, completely soaking Bucky’s thighs and the bedsheets beneath.

Your high-pitched moan was like music to Bucky’s ears; his smile was from ear to ear as he watched you get lost in your pleasure, your head tilted back as your nails left scratches on his shoulders down to his chest.

“That’s it, munchkin. Look at this mess…” Bucky pointed out, looking at his drenched thigh and your ruined thong.

Your chest continued to heave as you caught your breath, your eyelids fluttering from mere exhaustion. Bucky started pressing light kisses on your chest, throat and jaw while his hands began to caress the sides of your thighs.

Bucky’s praises and sweet words were your gospel, his grunts were your choir.

And you? Your body was his temple.

“You know I’d fuck you until you were dumb, but I got a concert.” Bucky sighed, helping you get off from his thigh.

“You wanna come and watch?” he asked.

The way his eyes narrowed at you was meaningful, you knew that Bucky was up to something. Whatever it was that he had in mind, you always looked forward to it.

You nodded in response, “I’ll go get changed.” you said and was about to walk away until Bucky grabbed your leash again, stopping you from doing so.

He tutted as he pulled you close, not caring whether you stumbled on your feet. Bucky caressed your face and fixed your hair, tucking a strand behind your ear before winking at you.

“I didn’t tell you to get changed, munchkin.” he said, lifting a brow at you.

“How ‘bout I take you out on a walk?”

Bucky could take you anywhere and you’d let him. Hell, he could keep you leashed and you wouldn’t even bat an eye. Truth was, Bucky could lead you anywhere he wants and you would follow him like a loyal disciple.

He had already led you into temptation, you might as well follow him to the pits of hell.

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memphisfaith · 2 years ago

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Hearts of Lust: Chapter 16

Pairing Kim Namjoon X Reader

Genre: Collage!AU, Smut

Word Count: 1.2K

Warning: Cursing, mentions of smut, smut, consumption of alcohol, mentions of violence, violence, crack personality disorders, Chaotic energy.

Summary: College is any young adult's prime years, at least that's what Lee (y/n) and Kim Namjoon thought. The two are infamous for two reasons, by two very different crowds. Among the professors they are picture perfect students with perfect scores, attendance, and image. However, among the student body they're the very essence of lust with amazing bodies, sex appeal, and skill. The two, although strikingly similar, butt heads quite a bit with competitions of everything from grades to who can get a person to drop their pants the fastest. With the two of them ready to conquer the school year it's all a matter of Go Big or Home.

Yoongi dropped me off at my house to get ready. He told me he would text me when he knew where we were going. I didn't know how long I had until then so I took a shower and started to get ready.

I picked a pair of ripped jeans and an american rock and roll shirt. I paired the outfit with black heeled boot and a leather jacket. I spent a little more time as I let it air dry, I smiled as the air became a messy styled look.

Moving onto makeup I put on darker neutral tones to create a dark look but I used shiney skin tone on the inner lides. Winged eyeliner is a must, as well as red lipstick. With a few last touches of highlight and mascara I completed my makeup.

I picked through my jewelry and put on a few silver rings and a necklace that had a skeleton that dangles from the chain. Once my look was done I decided to finish any homework I might have and read a few chapters of the book I have to read for english.

I had made it a little past the halfway mark when Yoongi called and said we're having a night on the town. I couldn't help but feel excitement bubble up inside me. Yoongi pulled up in front of the house with Hoseok and Jimin in the car.

I sit in the back with Jimin as Yoongi drives us into town. He pulls into a parking garage next to a car that looks like Namjoon. Once we're all out and making our way down the street he pulls us into a restaurant.

Yoongi talks to the hostess and she leads us to the table that holds the rest of the misfits. "NOONA!" Tae and Kookie yell bolting up from their seats. "Aish, dont disturb other guests." I hush with a smile waving them off.

The two nod sheepishly before sitting back in their seats, a waiter then comes over and we all order our drinks. "So what's the plan?" I ask with a smirk, "I didn't know we even needed a plan." Jin muses as he leans back in his chair.

"Even better!" I laugh, "I call dibs on being paired with Jimin!" I call out. Eyes widen at my statement as I grin. "Why the kid," Yoongi scoffs, as if he's just been insulted. "Because we work better together. Namjoon and I may be able to match in skill but we don't don't know each other enough to have that kind of chemistry." I grin.

Yoongi shot me a look, "Well what about me?! I know you better than anyone else here!" He scoffs angrily. I only grin harder at his anger, "Yeah but you're not as shameless as Jimin when it comes to the things I plan to do tonight." I laugh.

Jimin's eyes widen as the rest of the group laughs at his expression "YAH! WHAT DO YOU MEAN SHAMELESS!" He snaps. I laugh harder at his outburst, "I -mean- that I prefer you to be my flirting buddy. You're as Bi as it gets Jimin, which means you're the best sidekick for me." I snicker.

Jimin huffs and slumps back into his seat but a smile soon spreads onto his face. "Does this mean you enjoy fucking me the most?" He grins leaning onto the table as one hand props his head up. The Cheshire like grin on his face getting wider.

I thought about it, "Probably," I muse as the table erupts into chaos. Jimins laugh being the loudest noise next to a screaming Yoongi. "How the hell does the mochi get placed above me?" Yoongi snaps.

"Me and you both know we only had sex for convenience. While it was good it didn't have that..." I trail looking for the word that I need. "Thrill." Namjoon offers, I snap my finger and point at him "YES! It didn't have the thrill that hookups have. It was more of no-pressure-causual sex." I explain.

Yoongi groans and slumps in his chair. "Then what about me?" Jin asks, "Mmm..." I huff crossing my arms to think. "I'd say sleeping with you is more mature. It's not a wild-like intense but it's intense in a way that makes you wonder just how old you are." I smirk.

"Are you calling me old?" He snaps, "In a good way!" I laugh holding my hands up in surrender. "Okay my turn since you like me best." Jimin grins smugly. I roll my eyes. "Having sex with you is a lot of things, which is why I like it so much. It can be fun, intense, quick, long, the list goes on." I list, "Not to mention you are like the BIGGEST switch in the world." I sigh dramatically.

Jimin's cheeks flush bright red, as our drinks come and we order our food. After the waiter leaves the conversation picks back up. "I mean I haven't slept with all of you like Namjoon but..." I laugh, "AH WAIT! I haven't slept with you -or- Jungkook." He defends.

"Like I said, all of you," I continue, "Wait so I don't count?" Jungkook spoke up. I sent Jungkook a small smile "Darling you've never counted to me or Namjoon. Just like I don't count to Namjoon and he doesn't count to me." I chim.

Jungkook makes an offended face before whiping over to give it to Namjoon who looks the other direction. Laughter breaks out among the other boys. "THAT'S NOT FAIR!" He complains, slamming his hands on the table.

"I agree, why do you and Namjoon not count each other?" Hoseok spoke up, "Because like Jungkook we know it'll never happen." I scoff, sipping on my drink. "Oh really?" Jin scoffs, "You think you'll never sleep with Namjoon." He laughs and looks over at Namjoon. Namjoon gave Jin a serious expression and Jin's laugh dies quickly and is replaced with shock.

"You can't be serious?" He asks over to Namjoon. "But—why?" Jimin asks, leaning over to Namjoon. "Can you imagine the damage we'd do if we did?" Namjoon asks with a grunt. The table goes quiet, "Good point," Taehyung spoke up before turning to me. "So why is Jungkook excluded?" He asks.

"Have you seen the way they interact? Jungkook is their baby." Yoongi quips. Jungkook sulks in his seat, "So? She treats me like her kid,"Taehyung rebuts. "That doesn't mean she'll sleep with you, I'm surprised she slept with Jimin in the first place. But then again, Jimin is an extremely sexual person so I'm not that suprised he roped her into it." Namjoon spoke up.

"But you've slept with me And Taehyung," Jimin butts in, "And do you remember why?" He drawls out rolling his head back with a sigh. A hard look places itself on Jimin's face and his eyes widen, "The dares!" He gasps in realization. Namjoon nodded, "I accept the fact I slept with you two but I'd rather take a group challenge than sleep with Jungkook," He sighs.

Jungkook looks complete and utterly defeated, "Not that you're not appealing sweetie, we just can't bring ourselves to ruin you, I'm surprised I managed to only sleep with Jimin. But if a being honest the only reason I sleep with him more than once is because he uses his sex appeal to catch me off guard." I sighed in annoyance.

Jimin grins and perks up with smugness at my confession. "So this means I have no chance?" Taehyung spoke up, "Not a chance in hell." I smile sweetly and he groans and slumps in his chair. With that final note our food comes out.

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madswritingvoid · 4 years ago

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Afternoon Delight

Pairing: Max Phillips x f!reader

Words: 1.7k

Warnings: 18+ SEE YA MINORS, smut but like soft smut, oral sex (m), masturbation (f), unprotected p in v sex, cockwarming, blood, vampire stuff, Max Phillips is a warning lol

A/N: Yes I 100% think Max would want his name in your phone to be Vamp Daddy and no I will not be taking questions about it at this time. BUT here’s another smut piece about my vampire husband, because I love him.

(Tagging @jettia because apparently she likes pain and wanted to read this if I ended up posting it)

Max Phillips is annoying. Not a joke, or an exaggeration, just a fact. He’s smarmy, sleazy, sneaky, manipulative, seductive, exhausting, and all yours. As much as his “management style” (re: turning everyone into vampires), may seem unethical or out-of-the-box, he really knew how to turn a company around. Surprisingly, when he isn’t being a total frat boy asshole, he’s also a pretty awesome boyfriend.

Yeah, sometimes you gotta remind him that no Max that isn’t funny or say that again and it’s a stake to the heart and the dick, but overall you know you love him and he loves you. He’d kill for you, literally. So when you hadn’t received your morning “show me your boobs, babe” wake-up text, you knew something was up.

With his cocky attitude and air of self-assurance, you’ve never seen anything really make Max sweat. Not until two nights ago when he said his bosses, the big bag vamps, were coming down for a branch visit today. You glance over at your phone to check the time and saw it was almost lunchtime for you both and decide to shoot him a quick text.

You: I know yours came in today but how’s my big bad vamp doing? xxx

Vamp Daddy🧛🏻‍♂️: :(((((((((((((

You: Is someone in the need for......

Vamp Daddy🧛🏻‍♂️: yes

You: an afternoon delight?

You: You could have let me finish, but okay.

Grateful you were working from home today, you sent off a final email and decided to take a half day, knowing Max would really need some help to relax.

You slinked off to your bedroom and changed out of your work-appropriate but very casual matching sweat set to slip into one of Max’s favourite sundresses you have- a deep cranberry with black lace around the bottom and on the chest highlighting your boobs, Max’s favourite, and the length hitting just above your knees made it “easy access” in his words. You keep your natural Zoom meeting makeup on and opt for a quick swipe of your favourite deep red lipstick to match the dress, ready to make Max’s afternoon.

Walking into the familiar office building you can immediately feel the energy is off. Not that it wasn’t always weird, since almost everyone in here was dead, but today it was even worse. Too quiet, too cold. You almost wanted to crack a “jeez, who died?” joke to lighten the mood, but you got the feeling today was not the day and walked right into Max’s office.

“Awww baby, what’s all this?” You coo as you glide over to him. What a sight he is. He’s sitting in his big office chair with his head right on the desk, long arms splayed out in front of him making his big hands hang over the desk’s edge. A total look of defeat. Hearing your voice Max’s head shoots up and immediately you’re hit with a classic Phillips pout, puppy dog eyes in full effect. “Baaaaabe,” he whines while making grabby hands at you until you’re finally within reach.

Pulling you into his lap, he buries his face in your neck, rubbing his nose up and down the column of your throat as your hands make their way into his hair, massaging his scalp. “Maxie, sweetheart, what’s wrong?” You’re only met with a heavy sigh as he takes his head and burrows between your boobs, “Everything,” he mumbles against your chest. “They loved my presentation, but hated the office,” he grumbles.

“Well, that’s easy to fix, we can go out this weekend and get some new decor to liven up the place,” you grin and start really going to town on his scalp making Max almost purr and lean into your touch more. Before you could offer more support he started shaking his head, motorboating you but you could tell his heart wasn’t in it.

“No babe,” he sulks, finally lifting his head up to meet your eyes again, “they hated everyone in the office. Said Andrew was weird and Dave had an ‘offputting’ quality. He’s dead! Almost all of us are dead! What do they expect? And that’s not even the worst part!!!” He moans, “he hated everyone, but liked Evan?” You actually gasp, no one likes Evan. He’s so mopey and annoying, especially after Max bounced back from Evan almost murdering him, showing up to work the following Monday as if nothing happened. “Oh baby, that doesn’t make any fucking sense, I’m so sorry,” you soothe him as your hands move from his hair and start to make their way down to his belt.

Realizing what you’re doing, Max’s whole mood changes. Smirking, he puts on a much more playful pout, “yeah baby,” he coos, “it’s been real hard. But now that you’re here something else has got real hard too, and I think I know how to fix that.” You slide off his lap and onto the floor quickly, Max lifting you up for a moment to slide his now folded suit jacket under your knees in a surprising moment of kindness. Pressing a kiss to his knee as a thank you, you make quick work of his belt and pants and pull out his hardening cock. As you begin to stroke him slowly you make eye contact and spit right on his dick, making him groan.

“Love you baby, let me make you feel good,” you say before taking the tip of his cock in your mouth, swirling you tongue around him and licking the salty precum that was already leaking from him. As you continue to work more of him into your mouth, you can feel Max absolutely melt into his leather chair and take whatever you give him. “That’s it baby, always so so good, always know what I need,” he praises and you moan around his length, the compliment going straight to your core.

Not being able to take it anymore, you snake the hand not pumping the part of him you can fit in your mouth, you slide your hands underneath your underwear and start circling your clit. You moan around his length again and Max slightly bucks his hips, sending him farther down your throat. “Fuuuuuck yes, sweet cheeks, that’s it,” he can’t stop it now as his hips start a shallow bit steady rhythm as he fucks into your mouth. Letting him take what you need you slide two fingers into your dripping pussy, using the heel of your hand to keep rubbing your clit while you pump your fingers.

The only sounds filling the office are Max’s groans and the wet noise of you fucking yourself on your hand. You can tell Max is close because his pace quickens and you can hear the chair arm rests groan under his tight grip until he gives one final thrust, shooting his load right down your throat. Making sure you don’t waste a drop, you continue softly sucking the tip of him as you start to chase your own high until Max uses his vampire speed and strength to take your hand out of your underwear and move you back into his lap. You whine at the loss of your orgasm and stare with lust filled eyes as Max takes the hand that was just inside you and cleans your fingers of the slick covering them.

“Now sweets, you’ve been so good to me, I figured letting you cum on my cock would be an appropriate thank you,” booping your nose he gives a little tug to rip your panties right off and sink you down on his still hard length. Your eyes roll back and you let out a high pitched moan at the stretch, you were already so wet from earlier he was able to push in with no resistance. “There it is champ,” he chuckles, “here’s your reward.” Putting his hands firmly on your hips he starts to move you up and down on his length, his hips meeting you with each thrust. All you can do is throw your arms around his neck to hold on, chanting his name as he hits that sweet spot over and over.

“Had s-such a bad day baby,” he growls, “but this- this pussy always does the trick,” you clench at the praise causing him to thrust a little harder. Knowing your so close to falling over the edge, you decide to give Max another treat, “B-baby,” you whimper, “f-feels so good. I’m so close, b-bite me,” his hips stutter before his pace resumes again. Grabbing your jaw he makes you meet his eyes and asks, “fuck, I love you, but are you sure? You don’t have to-” he groans as you clench around him again, your walls fluttering as the coil continues to tighten. “Yes! Fuck,” you babble, “I’m gonna come baby please,” you run your fingers through his hair and pull his face into your neck.

Feeling how much you’re gripping his length, Max licks across your pulse point and gives the area a little kiss before sinking his teeth into the soft skin. Once you feel his fangs break through, the coil snaps, and you absolutely gush all over his cock. You continue to moan as Max works you through your high as he continues to drink from you. Tugging on his hair twice to tell him to stop, Max stops thrusting into you and licks over the bite marks, his spit healing them instantly. Kissing your neck again you hear a mumbled, “thank you baby,” as Max wraps his arms around you.

You sit there for what feels like forever, him still seated inside of you while you go back to massaging his scalp. Noticing the time you attempt to get up, “Max! Honey, your lunch break has definitely been over I should go home,” his grip tightens around you as you get hit with puppy dog eyes again. “You could go home,” he agrees, “or you could just stay right here with me inside of you while I finish this report. I’m the boss, I can always leave early for my baby,” he gives your ass a gentle slap causing you to clench around him again. Groaning, he leans down to press a kiss to your temple, “besides I’ll definitely want to have you at least one more time before we go. Why don’t you have a little nap on big ol’ me?” He jokes, but you can’t bring yourself to make a come back, already feeling your lids grow tired from what just happened.

Nuzzling into his neck, you give his skin little kisses, “sounds good baby,” you slur, “sounds real good.”

#max phillips x you #max phillips x y/n #max phillips x reader #max phillips #bloodsucking bastards #pedro pascal #pedro pascal imagines

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leafs-lover · 4 years ago

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Almost Predictable

Summary: After some time together your sex life is lacking, and you will do almost anything to reignite that flame.

Warnings: Swearing, drinking, smut, oral sex (m+f receiving), sex in public places

Word Count: 7k

“Hey babe" you squeal jumping in his arms, having not seen him in almost a week because of a road trip.

He quickly drops his bag and catches you, hands gripping the bottom of your thighs. “Hey" he smiles while you bring your lips to his “missed you” he mumbles against your lips.

“Missed you too" your fingers snake into his hair, pulling his chain back with them. You smell his familiar cologne while you continue to place quick kisses on his lips. He continues down the hall his shoes hitting the hardwood.

Upon entering the bedroom he sets you down on your feet, your hands pulling his face down to yours. You stand on your tippy toes to meet him in the middle locking him in a passionate kiss. Fred’s hands rest on the small of your back, you feel him smiling against your lips. You step away pulling your tee from your body.

It’s your favourite band tee that you’ve had since you saw them perform in college. Through the many years and washes it is faded, the design partially chipped in some fabric. The hem has stretched from the wear, it now hanging off your shoulder.

You throw the shirt in the corner, revealing your bare chest having forgone a bra when you got dressed this morning. Fred smiles seeing your exposed chest and he walks forward placing a soft but passionate kiss against your lips.

Before Fred would have picked you up and pressed you against the wall seeing you like that. Or he would have turned you around bending you over the end of the bed fucking you from behind. He would have changed positions, sending orgasm after orgasm ripping through you.

It started off slowly, so slow you didn’t notice. Beginning with him no longer fucking you in every room or on every surface imaginable. Your morning coffee being drank at the table while he scrolled on his phone, where before it was you lying back on the island screaming out while his head was between your legs.

Next was the repetition. Positions weren’t changed up, alternating which one of you on their back against the mattress. The pace remaining constant, becoming almost predictable.

The last and final thing you noticed was the spontaneity. He used to pull you aside anywhere, team galas, parties one time he even pulled you away at the Christmas party pushing you to your knees and shoving his cock down your throat. If there was a door with a lock you were going to use it.

You always tried to fix your outfit and makeup before returning but the girl’s smirks and the guys not so subtle comments making it obvious they knew. Even if your hair wasn’t a complete mess the marks he left on your body telling your story.

Long behind you were the days of car sex during an impromptu late night drive or being woken up by him sucking on your clit, but now after a few years that fire is gone. It’s not that the sex had become bad, because it wasn’t. It was just missing that spark it used to have, and this time while he is on top of you slowly thrusting in and out feels no different.

He stills on top of you, nipping at your collarbone. He slowly pulls out glancing over at the clock “we are meeting everyone at 9 so you have plenty of time" he says kissing your lips. He walks away leaving you lying naked on the bed.

A couple hours later you sit at the table eating your dinner quietly. You can feel Fred’s gaze lingering on you while you stare down at your plate.

“Everything okay (Y/N)?” he finally breaking the silence.

“Hmm oh yeah" you respond pushing some carrots around on your plate. You reach forward grabbing your water taking a sip, locking eyes with him.

His gaze has narrowed and he huffs “just tell me. It will be so much easier if you just tell me.”

You lean back in your seat staring at him setting your glass on the table. You hear the sound of it hitting the table and begin the run your fingers around the rim of the glass buying time.

“It’s nothing” you lie turning your attention to your dinner. You stab some carrots bringing them up to your mouth. Fred watches you chew them and when you reach to get some more he reaches across grabbing your fork bringing your gaze up to his.

“Come on we live together, I know when something is wrong and when you’re lying to me" he groans.

“Nothing’s wrong, it’s” you say pausing for a second. “It’s just…have you…I just think…well I…” you stammer out.

His brown eyes glare at you, waiting for you to respond. Your heart feels like it’s practically ready to burst from your chest.

“What is it (Y/N)?” he grunts.

“Do you feel like the sex has changed" you blurt out.

“What?” he says half laughing but more out of awkwardness “do you?”

You take a minute and a few deep breaths staring into his chest unable to meet his gaze.

“It’s nothing” you quickly respond. “Forget I said it, I have to get ready.” You push your chair back getting up from the table practically running to the bathroom. You lock the door behind you leaning against it you take some deep breaths.

You can’t believe you just said that that those words actually came out. Finally you groan and pull your phone out. You set it to your playlist, the playlist you typically use at the gym or when you are giving the kitchen a deep clean. You set the volume on the speaker louder than normal and step into the shower.

You probably stand in there way too long, the stream making you run through that moment a million times. You are baffled that you said something. Especially because it’s not bad, it’s just missing a little bit of spice.

Finally the water is getting cold, and you can’t turn it up higher. You reluctantly turn it off and step out onto the cool tile floor, wrapping yourself in a towel you stare at yourself through the fogged up mirror. You grip the edges of the counter, knuckles going white taking a few deep breaths.

You turn off the music and unlock the door. You expect to see Fred sitting on the bed waiting to talk to you, but instead the sheets are crisp and the pillows still in place. You can hear the faint volume from the TV in the living room.

You sigh throwing on some casual clothes and begin doing your hair. At 7:30 you feel Fred brush up behind you turning on the shower. He says nothing, standing there waiting for the right temperature while you finish your hair.

He jumps in the shower and you walk to the closet. The steam making it hard for you to do your makeup properly. You look to the outfit you had considered wearing, black jeans with a floral tank top and a leather jacket. You like this outfit but it’s comfortable, safe and that’s not the look you want to go with anymore.

You scan the closet trying to decide what to wear when you hear the blow dryer start while Fred dries his hair. You walk up beside him and begin brushing your teeth. You make sure to not look into the mirror, but you can feel him burning a hole into your flesh with his gaze.

At 8:30 you walk out of the bedroom to find Fred waiting on the couch. The TV and all the lights are off except for one lamp, dimly on in the corner. Even still the space is illuminated by the bright Toronto skyline, Fred staring aimlessly out the window.

He turns the dryer off and finishes his hair while you start your makeup routine. After finishing his hair and brushing his teeth he stands beside you, staring at your reflection in the mirror. You see from your peripheral vision his mouth open and close a few times, his eyes are soft and full of concern. You can tell he is struggling but he finally walks out of the room with a soft huff.

“Can you zip me?” you ask holding your heels in your hand.

Fred turns to see you next to him, so lost in his own thoughts he didn’t hear you walking towards him. His eyes run up and down your body taking you in. You hear him mumbling under his breath but you can’t make out what he is saying, but given that his eyes haven’t left your body you imagine good things.

You opted for your favourite little black dress. The fabric around your waist clings to you showing off your figure, the hem likely being a few inches too short elongates your legs. And if the dress didn’t show off your ass, the bright red heels will help it pop.

He stands up brushing your hair to the side to expose your back. He slowly zips you up, tightening the fabric as he goes. You can hear his breath catch in his throat as the zipper reaches the top. You hold your hand out, passing him your white gold necklace that has two initials hanging from it. An F for Fred and your initial resting just above your chest line.

He fumbles a little bit, eventually getting the clasp to fasten around your neck. His hands move to your shoulders, resting there while you stand in silence. You feel his breath on the exposed skin of your neck, goosebumps running down your spine; this outfit having the impact you wanted.

You put your heels on, helping to close the height difference between the two of you and pull your coat over your shoulder waiting for him. He stops in front of you, narrowing his eyes staring down at your face. He gathers his belongings but before he reaches for the door he walks up in front of you leaning down for a kiss. You quickly turn your cheek “lipstick babe” you whisper.

His grip on your shoulders tighten and you can feel the cool metal from his chain on your collarbone. Before he has the chance to do anything you step towards the door “we should get going or we’ll be late” you call over your shoulder. You have a giant smirk plastered on your face walking away but you don't dare let him see. When you finally reach the door you drop it replacing it with a neutral expression when you look at him. He scowls slightly before sighing and following you to the door.

“Wow you weren’t messing around when you got dressed tonight” Steph laughs hugging you. You place a soft kiss on her cheek laughing and moving on to greet the other women “yeah I was just in a mood” you explain laughing.

“You’re the worst” he groans opening the door. But really you know you haven't had the full impact you planned on tonight.

“Wish I had of known I would have changed my outfit” Audrey says while you hug her. Upon walking in the door you left Fred and found the women, you glance around the bar seeing the group of men tucked away in the booths in the back corner. You see Fred who is sitting at the end of the table, his long sleeve clinging tightly to his broad shoulder.

While you chat with some of the women you constantly feel Fred’s eyes locked on you, watching your every move over the rim of his glass. After a few drinks you, Steph and Audrey make your way to the dance floor, the remainder returning to the table.

You dance and laugh, belting out parts of the lyrics. You peer over at Fred periodically and rarely see him engaged in conversation, most of the time his eyes follow you. While dancing you see a brunette man around your age leaning against the bar watching you dance. You shoot him a smile continuing to dance with the girls.

As the song ends you all decide to take a break from dancing, the other two return to the table but you walk over to the bar, standing at the end closest to Fred. The man from earlier watches you while you wait for the bartender, busy filling the other drink orders. You glance at him from the corner of your eye before turning back to look at the bar.

You watch him take you in, eyes lingering on your chest the thin straps and cut of the neck showing off your chest. It's almost reminiscent of the way Fred looked at you the night you met, years ago.

You direct your attention to him sending seductive glances his way, even going as far to wink at him. He smiles at you; raising his glass to you and taking a sip. You turn your attention quickly to Fred, him staring daggers towards the stranger. You can sense the anger, and can almost see the vein in his neck from afar; he brings his glass to his lips throwing back his entire whiskey in one quick swoop.

You see him leave his post making his way towards you. He stops a few feet from you and you turn to look at him, elbow resting on the bar but still able to see Fred from the corner of your eye. He is tall, not as tall as Fred but who else is? He has dark hair similar in length to Fred’s brushed to the side. You can tell from his physique that he frequents the gym, but he pales in comparison to your Danish boyfriend.

“Hi I’m Josh” he says holding a hand out for you.

“Hi I’m (Y/N)” you reply shaking his hand.

“That’s a pretty name” he replies stepping closer. You look up at his face seeing his dark green eyes staring down at you.

“Thanks” you smile glancing over your shoulder to see Fred’s anger almost boiling over.

“You look stunning” he yells over the music.

“You look good too” you reply. He has on a button up white t-shirt tucked into his pink skinny jeans. His shirt so tight his biceps look one movement away from tearing it off. He has it paired with brown loafers and matching belt. While he does look good, his outfit couldn’t be further from your boyfriend who is wearing dark washed jeans with a tight grey long sleeve. Both men look good, but you prefer the simplicity of your boyfriend’s style. He always said he didn’t need to sparkle and shine with his outfits because you brought enough for the both of you.

You continue to chat with Josh for a little bit, laughing at his jokes even going as far to put your hand on his arm which may have been one step too far. At this point you can feel more than Fred’s eyes on you, some of the players and WAG’s noticing. Steph walks by shooting you a concerned look given you haven’t spent any time with him, but you know exactly what you’re doing. Better yet Fred knows what you’re doing.

“Can you excuse me? I have to run to the washroom” you say shooting him a smile and grabbing your clutch. You turn around locking eyes with Fred; his eyes narrow while he finishes his 5th whiskey, or was it 6th? You turn your gaze in front of you, smirking at Fred from the corner of your eye while you walk by.

You enter the bathroom and reapply some lipstick fluffing your hair. You stand at the counter for a few minutes wasting some more time, before finally leaving. As soon as you open the door you feel a large hand wrap around your wrist pulling you into the men’s room. He presses you against the door, knees spreading your legs open.

“Hi Fred” you whisper looking into his eyes, pupils blown with anger.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he chews out, words like venom.

“I was just going to the washroom” you respond knowing that wasn’t what he was talking about.

“Where’s your friend?” he asks thumbs digging into your hip holding you in place.

“Hmm…oh Josh. The bar I think” you say dumbly not breaking eye contact.

“Josh know you have a boyfriend? He know I’m taking you home tonight” he asks face inches from yours. “He know you’re mine?”

“No. Didn’t come up” you respond shrugging at him

His hand traces lines up your exposed thigh, causing you to practically drip through your underwear. Fred’s hand leaves your thigh and you hear him unbuckle his belt. He grabs your wrist leading you into a stall slamming the door shut behind him.

“Guess we better make sure he knows your mine” he growls undoing his pants and boxers, they drop down his legs hanging on his thighs. His hard cock slaps back against his stomach. You reach down to the hem of your dress, going to pull it up to your waist.

You pull your head back stroking it with your hand, eyes glued on Fred. He grips your wrist, pulling your hand away from him. He throws your arm at your side; his thumb touches your chin opening your jaw for him.

“No” he growls eyes nodding to the ground, his hands guiding you towards the floor. You rest your knees on the sticky cool tile floor licking your lips, staring at the pre-cum that has oozed out of the tip. You grip it with your hand, sliding your tongue along his vein. When you reach the tip you wrap your lips around it licking it clean moaning as the salty flavor fills your mouth.

You choke slightly and Fred smirks at you from above. “Such a little slut” he spews “trying to make me jealous huh?”

He chuckles from above you, nudging his hip forward guiding his cock into your mouth. He releases your jaw, hand sliding around to grip your hair holding you in place. He begins to rock his hip, dick sliding in and out of your mouth. He sets a fast pace, not allowing you much time to adjust, hitting the back of your throat with every thrust.

You hum around him while he continues to fuck your face. Spit is dribbling down your chin onto the fabric of your dress. Your vision getting blurred, tears developing in the corner of your eyes, your body tingles while he doesn’t stop. You hear the door open, your eyes go wide. You know they know what is happening; the number of legs and positions leaving little to the imagination.

You hear some chuckling and hushed whispers but Fred doesn’t stop just continuing his pace. You stare up at him wide eyed and he smirks, ramming his dick down your throat causing you to choke. You can tell he is close by the expression on his face but he doesn’t stop. You continue to hear whispering and laughing. You are unable to control or focus on the sounds leaving your mouth let alone those leaving strangers.

Fred pistons his hips while you hear the music from the bar get loud. The music gets quiet as the door closes, the other men leaving.

“Like that eh, people knowing what a slut you are” he groans. You hum in agreeance and feel his dick twitch spilling inside your throat. He releases your hair and thrusts a couple times before pulling out causing some to spill down your chin.

He helps you to your feet and you wipe your mouth on the back of your hand. He pulls his pants back up his large thighs re-attaching his belt. He steps forward, hands sliding to your ass gripping it firmly, lips crashing into yours. He locks you in a passionate kiss, pressing you against the wall of the stall for a few minutes.

When he pulls away he reaches behind unlocking the stall door, letting you out first. As you walk by he slaps your ass making you jump. You walk to the sink washing your hands and trying to repair your smeared mascara when you notice something in the mirror. You turn your head and realize some of his cum fell from your chin your hair and the fabric covering your breast.

“Fuck Fred” you groan grabbing some paper towel in an attempt to clean it but he just smirks at you.

“Told you I was going to make sure he knew you were mine” he says smiling.

“This dress can’t be washed” you grumble.

“Here” he says taking the paper towel from you. Instead of wetting it first he brings it directly to the fabric. He collects most of it, but some is smeared leaving a white mark where the globs fell.

“Freddie” you whine and he just laughs. You have a feeling he did this on purpose, marking his territory.

“Relax I’ll send it to the cleaners with my suits tomorrow” he replies with a devilish grin. You exhale loudly shaking your head at him.

“What?” he asks, edges of his lip curled up proud of himself.

“You did this on purpose” you reply wetting some paper towel in an attempt to clean the fabric.

“Why would I do that?” he asks and you scoff in response.

“So when I go back to talk to Josh he will see that and your smug look and know what happened” you retort.

“Oh you’re going to talk to him again?” he asks calmly, adjusting his hair in the mirror.

“Thinking about it. Why, you have a problem with that?” you ask giving up on your dress moving to your hair.

“Just thought you might want to spend some time with your boyfriend, you know the man you came with” he responds focusing his gaze on you.

“You jealous babe?” you ask reapplying lipstick, all of it now smeared on Freddie’s dick. He steps up behind you, turning you to face him. His hands firmly grip the counter on either side of you, his face coming within centimeters of yours.

He rolls his eyes at you, not giving you a response “you are jealous aren’t you. Jealous that I spent the first hour on the dance floor not looking at you once. Then I walked away and started up a conversation with a pleasant man who wasn’t you. A very attractive man at that. Are you thinking about Josh talking to me babe?” you tease his face so close you can smell the whiskey on him. “Thinking about Josh’s eyes raking over my body while he tries to imagine me naked. While he imagines kissing me, sucking marks on my neck.”

You can tell you have struck a nerve with him, his eyes becoming dark. He bends a knee, raising a thigh between your legs; you feel his denim press into your clothed core. You’re so wet you wouldn’t be surprised if there was a wet spot when he pulled away.

You bring your lips to his ear “Josh….Josh” you whisper into his ear. “He definitely is thinking about –“

“You know babe, he reminds me of you, or at least of that night we met. You couldnt stop staring, and once you finally joined me on the dance floor you couldn't keep your hands off.

You know Josh is probably thinking about what it will feel like to have my lips wrapped around his dick” you say causing Fred to shutter at the thought. “What it will be like to push his hard cock deep inside me. What it will sounds like when I moan his name.”

“Fine, I’m jealous” he huffs throwing his hands in the air. “You make those sounds for me, you say my name. No one else”

You smirk at him taking a few steps closer to him taking in his brown pupils “what are you gonna do about it Freddie?” you ask.

His eyes narrow while he looks down at you “coat now” he orders opening the door.

You smile at him, raising your eyebrows walking out the door. He grabs your hand pulling you by the table towards the coats. You look over at Auston who just shakes his head at you, while Mitch laughs watching you practically run to match his large strides.

Once outside he grabs the back of your neck, ducking you into a taxi. You slide in pressing yourself up against the door, Fred sliding in right beside you. His hand firmly grips your upper thigh the entire drive, his thumb stroking under the hem of your dress. He smirks feeling the damp fabric covering your core.

His hand slides further, stroking over the lace sending a shiver through your spine. He pushes this to the side, his index finger harshly thrusting into your folds. You moan at the unexpected feeling, the taxi driver looking in the review to check on you. You bite your bottom lip when you feel his thumb press into your bud.

You swallow, digging your hand into your thigh so tight you think you might be drawing blood. Every move of his fingers is calculated, coinciding with the words leaving his mouth. He slides a second finger in and you whimper at the feeling thumb pressing into your swollen bud. You can feel your orgasm beginning to develop at the moment he increases the pace of his fingers causing you to gasp and squirm.

Looking out the window, unable to handle the feeling and his smug glances. He makes casual conversation with the driver about the team and progress for the season, having immediately recognizing him. His finger slowly pumps in and out of you; he is so nonchalant it’s almost as if he doesn’t know what he is doing to you.

Except he does.

“You okay?” the driver asks.

Five blocks you think to yourself.

“Yeah she isn’t feeling that great, had some bad food at dinner” Fred lies through his teeth. Although the driver doesn’t seem too concerned about his response, resuming the conversation with Fred.

You know Fred can feel your orgasm developing but he keeps going, your back involuntarily arches towards his hand searching for a release. Your hand falls onto his jeans tightly gripping his thigh through the denim.

Your orgasm continues to bubble, every stroke causing you to grip his thigh firmer, you almost lift out of your seat trying to contain your release. Before you can tumble over the cliff the taxi stops in front of your building and you feel Fred lift up, pulling his wallet from his back pocket.

His fingers slide out of your dripping cunt, to open his wallet and you sigh. You jump out of the taxi not waiting for Fred and run towards the door. Your steps are no match for your giant boyfriend who quickly catches you in the lobby.

As soon as the elevator door closes Fred returns his attention to you, his tongue licking up from the valley of your breasts to the sweet spot below your ear. His hands gripping your thighs holding you against the cool wall while he nips along your neck.

“Freddie” you moan, he rubs his fingers over your clothed core sliding them back inside you. Your head falls back against the wall, palms pressing into it for stability. His fingers fuck in and out of you, quickly bringing you back to your high.

“My name is the only name to fall from those pretty lips. Mine” he growls you grind your hips against him in response. Your orgasm is right on the edge, when he brings his other hand to pull the fabric covering your nipple down. He pinches and squeezes in combination with his thumb pressing against your sensitive bud.

“Cum for me” he almost demands knowing you are there. Your eyes close and you clench around his digits, body struggling to stand as you tremble in pleasure. He pumps his fingers in you a few more times working you through your high as your body threatens to fall over while pleasure runs through you.

Suddenly the door dings and Fred steps towards them wiping his hands on his jeans. He steps into the doorway, holding it open with his hands waiting for you but you remain frozen taking a few deep breaths.

“Coming smuk?” he asks nonchalantly your eyes snapping to meet his.

“Need a minute” you whisper warm cum dripping down your thigh.

He chuckles at your response and takes a step toward you. He quickly throws you over his shoulder “nope, no time” he laughs a soft squeal leaving your lips. He carries you down the hall hands resting on your ass holding you steady. He reaches into his pocket for his keys, fumbling through them until landing on the key to your condo.

He opens the door, keys jangling against the wood of the floor. He kicks the door closed with the heel of his shoe quickly making his way down the hall. The sole of his shoes echo off the hardwood, when he enters the bedroom he turns the light on setting you on the floor.

His mouth attaches to your neck, hand tracing over your arm sending shivers coursing through your body. You grip his waist moaning while he nips at your ear. Your hand slides under his shirt, feeling his warm skin and the curve of his back muscles.

You pull is shirt over his head tossing it to the side. Fred spins you around sucking, pushing your hair off your neck. His body presses up behind you mouth biting your collarbone. His hands run over the front of your body, pulling the straps off your shoulders. He unzips your dress allowing it fall into a pile at your feet.

You take a few steps toward the bed; his hand catches your wrist, spinning you back to face him. Your bodies a few inches from each other. He looks over your matching strapless bra and underwear “this is nice” he says lingering on the black lace floral cut-out.

“Thought of you when I bought it” you smirk at him.

He smiles hearing you say that “better be the only person you were thinking of.”

You roll your eyes at him shaking your head. He undoes his belt removing it from his waist, the metal from the buckle clanging off the floor. He leads you to the bed, pushing you onto it when the back of your legs hit the mattress.

Your legs hang off the edge of the bed while he drops to his knees. He pulls you closer to him, hooking your legs over his shoulders. He places soft kisses on the inside if your thighs a soft moan escapes your lips.

He flattens his tongue pressing it against your clothed core, pressing inside you whimpers falling from your mouth. He continues to flick his tongue through the fabric and your head falls back into the mattress. Your eyes close when you hear the fabric being torn from you.

“Frederik” you huff pushing yourself onto your elbows. His head pops up a devilish smirk plastered on his face.

“Was in the way” he jokes throwing the shredded lace aside.

You shake your head at him but he just ducks back between your legs mumbling in Danish. His tongue licks up your folds, cleaning you from your last orgasm. Your head falls back onto the mattress, his tongue flicking your clit.

His tongue slides inside your folds licking inside your walls. He continues this while your legs begin to squirm, back arching off the mattress. He throws an arm over your stomach pinning you against the mattress. Each flick of his tongue finding your most sensitive spot, the fire in your stomach burning hot.

He sucks on your clit, his beard rubbing against your thighs. Your hands run into his hair gripping tightly at his roots tilting his head against you. His tongue hits deep inside you, your legs clamp around his head holding him against your pussy.

“Freddie” you moan hips lifting up closer to his face. “I’m so close” you whine grinding down against his face.

Soft moans leave your lips, but he presses his tongue in further. He brings a thumb to your bud pressing hard into it. You feel his nose pressing deeper into you, beard burn developing on your thighs. Your orgasm is developing in the bottom of your stomach, your heels digging into his back drawing him closer to you.

He brings two fingers down scissoring you open allowing his tongue to reach further depths. You gasp at the feeling practically pulling his red locks from his head. Your hips jolt forward, body trembling you scream out in pleasure. You feel your walls spasm around him, body shaking your breathing erratic.

Fred continues flicking his tongue is and out, continuing to work you through your thigh. His tongue places a few slow licks inside your walls, a state of euphoria washing over you. After you finish he stops his tongue, pulling away from you.

He drops your legs crawling up your body, his hands tangle into your hair. You see your juices dripping from his face while he brings you in for a deep passionate kiss, you moan tasting yourself on him. Your tongues swirl around each other mouths, your chest still heaves, out of breath. Your hands gently run up his back, you finally pull apart gasping for air.

Fred stands up pulling his pants and boxers down in one swoop, your eyes falling down his sweaty chest to his hard member, precum leaking down it. “Flip” he demands.

You force yourself over crawling onto your hands and knees. Your limbs still trembling you are unsure if you can support yourself. His hands grip your hips, pulling your body back to the edge of the bed. You feel his cock poking at your entrance, coating it in your juices slowly. Without warning he rams into you, pushing your body forward.

“Fuck” you cry out.

Your cheek falls onto the mattress, ass sticking up in the air. He pulls out and slams back into you. A loud guttural moan escaping your lips, even after all this time his size always takes your breath away. Normally he allows time for you to adjust, gives you walls a chance to stretch around him. Not this time.

He fucks in and out of you dragging his thick cock along your walls; he brings a hand from your hip and slaps your ass. You yelp, your ass burns while your face falls further into the duvet.

“Deserve more for trying to make me jealous” he spits out slapping your ass again hitting the same spot as before. You wince at the pain knowing you are going to bruise feeling his hand connect with you once again.

“Fuck” you groan. His hand returns to your hips firmly pulling you back against him. Your ass hitting his stomach, you feel him hitting your cervix with every thrust. You whine out, pleasure overcoming your body while you feel your third orgasm approaching.

Strangled groans leave your lips while Fred thrusts in and out of you. His pace is fast, each thrust purposeful hitting you where you need him. He knows where your trigger points are, what is needed to send you falling over the edge.

His hand soothes over the mark on your ass as you rock your hips back onto him. Your hands reach out in front of you grasping the duvet when you feel him slap your ass again. You mumble his name, face turning into the mattress. You feel the soft cotton against your forehead “cum for me baby” Fred growls behind you slapping you again.

You cry out, your muscles tightening around his dick. He thrusts a few more times sending your body falling over a cliff into a pile of ecstasy. You feel your muscles relax, releasing around him as you spill out around him. You lose control, your vision going black moaning loud enough the Miller’s next door will for sure complain.

You feel him slip out releasing your hips from his grasp. You feel your release dripping down your thighs while you fall onto the bed. You lie on your stomach panting; attempting to capture your breath. You feel him grip your ankles and flip you over onto your back. His eyes are dark but he grins seeing you absolutely wrecked beneath him.

He nods and you slide up the bed making more room for him. He climbs on top of you wrapping hands through your hair bringing his lips down to yours. He brings you in for a deep sloppy kiss, tongues swirling around in each other.

You gasp and arch your back feeling Fred slide back in between your sensitive folds. You take a few deep breaths while Fred hooks your leg around his back and starts to slowly rock into you. Curse words leave your lips; one of your hands reaches to the hair at the nape of his neck but your fingers end up tangled in his chain.

He runs his hand up the back of your thigh, gently stroking up to your ass and back to you knee. His dick slides in and out of you “fuck baby” you mumble.

“Don’t baby me after that stunt you pulled earlier” he growls in your ear ramming deep inside you. You whimper from the sensitivity of your previous orgasms, head falling back into the duvet. Fred uses that to bring his lips to your neck biting the exposed flesh.

Your pelvis lifts higher, his hand gripping your ass pulling you against him. Your pussy squeezes around his throbbing cock. Your other hand falls onto the bed clenching the sheet while he pistons in and out. Placing kisses on your neck and collarbone his hand squeezes your ass pulling you up into him.

You feel him stutter indicating he is close. His mouth trails down the valley of your breasts soft kisses being left in his wake. His mouth attaches to your breast, swirling around the areola your knuckle white gripping the sheets so tight.

You feel the tingling in your core, an explosion waiting to erupt from you. You’re a mess underneath him, mascara stains your cheeks while his cum has dried in your hair. You feel another orgasm approaching unsure if your body can handle it but Fred knows the signs as soon as you do.

“Freddie” you groan.

“What do you want?” he groans pulling his head away from your breast “what do you need?”

“Cum for me” you whine wanting to finish with him.

“Is that what you want? You want me to cum inside you eh? Fill that pretty little pussy up with my cum” he says while his cock slides in and out at a fast pace.

“Fuck Freddie” you whine hand sliding down his back slick with sweat “I need it so bad.”

He smirks staring down at you ramming deep inside you, hitting your sweet spot with every thrust. He keeps his pace, dragging his cock inside your walls

“You want me to spill deep inside of you, filling you with my seed? I’ll put a baby in you, little baby Andersen.” He brings a thumb down to press circles into your swollen bud causing tears to prick the corners of your eyes. You fall over the edge for the fourth time unable to wait for him.

He finally stills collapsing on you, you feel the sweat that has been developing on your bodies as you press together.

“You’d like that eh my baby growing in your belly" he groans continuing his pace waiting for you to finish. Your orgasm is incredibly intense having so much stimulation before.

"Everybody would know you're mine if you were big and round, full of my growing seed" he grunts driving into you. Your walls flutter around him, pulling him inside you. A few more thrusts and you feel him twitch spilling deep inside you.

“Fuck” you laugh running your hand down his back, his head resting on your shoulder. After a few minutes he pulls out, you wince not fully recovered from the earlier activities. He rolls off you onto his back, his warm cum spilling out and down your leg.

“That was" he pants out of breath, turning to look at you with a huge smile.

“I know" you agree rolling to your side, hand resting on his chest.

“Are you still on birth control?” he asks.

You shake your head slightly laughing in response “yes I am.”

“Okay cause I know what I said, but I don’t think I’m there yet” he replies kissing your forehead. “Like if you get pregnant that would be great but I would prefer to not have a baby in 9 months" he laughs.

“You enjoy the process of making babies without actually making the babies" you respond smiling.

“Yeah exactly” he says and you lean forward to kiss him tasting his salty sweat that has collected on his upper lip.

“Good because I enjoy practicing to make them too” you say with your hand running through his beard.

“I’d rather Mrs. Andersen come before baby Andersen” he says the edge of his lips curling into a smile.

“But I think I want to practice making one more” he says pulling you on top of him. You laugh feeling his half hard member under your core, his cum dripping out while your rock your hips against him grinding down on him.

You feel him fully harden underneath you and you rise up. He easily slides into you, the mixture of juices providing the lubrication as he bottoms out. You gasp, your head falling back, hands resting on his abs.

“You good?” he asks, but instead of concern he has a devilish grin on his face.

You rise up and drop back down on him “fuck” you moan “you’re going to be the death of me Andersen” you joke rising up again, exhausted whimpers of pleasure leaving your lips.

“Death by orgasm seems like a nice way to go” he laughs pushing his hips up into you. He rises onto his forearms, tangling his hands in your hair pulling your mouth down to his. He sucks hard on your bottom lip “ready babygirl, I want to hear you scream this time" he grins lying back in the mattress.

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sleepmusicland-1 · 3 years ago

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Ghost Whisperer - Don't Scream // 1

Summary:

Luna de la Rune was feared, isolated and above all she was always treated with caution, the witch community actually wanted nothing to do with her, but because she was the last living descendant of the powerful and dangerous Camilla de la Rune and not without danger, she was seen as an important ally, only how long would it remain so, after a original vampire arrives in New Orleans and cultivates an unhealthy fascination for the Ghost Whisperer, which always leads to the death of the Ghost Whisperer in question? (AU Story)

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Luna POV: The days had been strung together, days had become weeks and then months, and months had become years, years that I had spent in New Orleans. Years marked by intrigue, power struggles and a lot of death and in the center of all this I was because I was a so-called Ghost Whisperer and the descendant of the most powerful Ghost Whisperer Camilla de la Rune, she had gained the power in the last years of her life to bring the dead back to life and now I was said to that I would gain the same power as my ancestor . Which made me an important ally for the witches, but did I even want to be that? I did not despise the customs of the witches, but could not understand why around 300 years, young witches had to be sacrificed for a harvest so that the witches could consolidate their power. And today, of all days, the next sacrifice ritual was due, four young witches, just sixteen years old , were to be sacrificed today and because I could communicate with the deceased, I should be there and make sure that everything went smoothly. I didn't know at the time that someone would be present at the ritual that could be dangerous to me.

When I stepped out of the front door, I heard the rain hitting the asphalt, the typical smell of the days like this accompanied me rose in my nose, now I was glad to have put on my black boots, as they were waterproof and I was reluctant to get wet, not that it would be noticeable with my black outfit and black dyed hair. The leather jacket covered my black sweater and my legs were in black leggings that disappeared into my knee-high lace-up boots . My hair framed my face in soft black waves and almost reached my collarbone. I hid my blue eyes behind dark sunglasses, while my lips, which I had made up with a dark lipstick, pressed together to look as grim as possible and no one dared to address me unnecessarily. Not that I had anything against people, but I was rather the quiet introvert type of girl and was a hopeless case in terms of small talk, so I tried right from the beginning to seem so that it would not occur to anyone to want to talk to me. Worked very well so far.

With determined steps, I left my neighborhood and made my way to the cemetery where the ritual would take place. On the way there I passed the estate of Marcel Gerad, only that he apparently no longer lived there, now there were two men posted in front of the entrance and I did not even need my supernatural senses to know that they were two vampires. Both wore the typical daylight ring and both looked around suspiciously, as if expecting to be attacked at any moment. When Marcel had still inhabited the property, the entrance was always open and there had been no coat of arms with an M on it. You could say a lot about the vampires, but even the witches couldn't say one thing that Marcel acted unfairly. Because the witches had me as an "ally", the vampires were afraid of the witches being disgusted if they violated the rules that applied in this city. But was I an ally when it was really just a matter of not being a danger to the witches? That being said , no one really seemed to know what abilities Ghost Whisperers actually had. I still didn't really know which abilities were due to my nature and which were pure imagination. If I actually thought about it, it had not happened to me before that I had gone to the other side and met my ancestors there.

Faster than I would have liked, I had arrived at my destination and felt directly the influence of the deceased, goose bumps and cold shivers chased over my back, my neck hair stood up and signaled to me that deceased souls were drifting around here. But here was another presence that I had never felt before and that ice-cold shivers were blowing down my spine. That my feeling warned me of a danger, I did not suspect at the time, not even that my life would change irrevocably.

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definitelyseven · 5 years ago

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liability | eight

summary: reporter meets mafia boss, Park Jinyoung

You played with your fingers as you patiently waited for breakfast to be set on the table. You couldn’t get much sleep after what you saw last night. You wondered if you should asked Jinyoung about it, but you didn’t. Jinyoung finally had time to eat breakfast with you this morning so you wanted him to have a peaceful morning.

“This is everything, sir. Is there anything else we can get you?” the waiter asked. Jinyoung shook his head and gave him a nice tip before the waiter left.

“Okay, let’s eat,” Jinyoung smiles, taking a sip of his coffee.

You put some eggs on his plate and then Mark’s, before finally putting some on your own plate. You moved your eggs from one side of the plate to another, not really having an appetite. Jinyoung was busy reading the newspaper and Mark was busy on his phone. It was awfully silent. When Jinyoung’s phone rang, he excused himself from the table to take the call privately.

“Mark, there’s something I want to ask you,” you called for his attention. He looks up from his phone and stares at you. “Where was Jinyoung last night?”

“Why don’t you ask him?” he asked as he sticks a piece of sausage in his mouth.

“I wanted to hear from you.”

Lies - although you and Jinyoung slept together, it didn’t necessarily mean you were his girlfriend and from the looks of it, he didn’t think you were his either. To be honest, you didn’t really know what you were to Jinyoung. You guys never talked about it.

“Was he with other girls?”

“I think it’s best if you asked him yourself,” Mark said pointing behind you. You quickly glanced behind you to see Jinyoung who was walking slowly back to his seat. You wondered how much of that did he heard. The rest of breakfast couldn’t have been more awkward and you were sure he heard what you asked. Jinyoung periodically looked up at you, hoping you’d ask what you were asking Mark, but you didn’t. You continued to play with your food for the rest of breakfast and he was busy doing what he was good at, not paying attention to you. You sighed.

“I don’t know how late I’ll be,” he finally spoke. “Is there anything you want to ask me?”

You shook your head which made him sigh.

“Okay,” he said standing up, fixing his suit. “See you tonight,” he leaned down and gave you a peck on the forehead before leaving with Mark.

It was just you, Yugyeom and Bam Bam now.

“You should eat, Y/N,” Yugyeom said sliding some bacon on your plate.

“I’m not hungry.”

“Jinyoung’s always like that. Don’t worry about him,” Bambam said comforting you.

“You’re right. I shouldn’t let him ruin this trip,” you said with a fake smile. You had to do something to keep your mind off him.

Bambam and Yugyeom tried their best to entertain you the whole day by cracking jokes and taking you to places you never knew about. It seemed that Paris was a place they traveled often. By the end of the night, you practically forgot everything that happened this morning. You forgot about Jinyoung and the mystery lady he potentially spent the night with.

You walked into your shared room with Jinyoung and was surprised to see him at the dining table, waiting. He glanced over at you and you could tell he was pissed.

“Did your phones break?” he asked with a harsh tone. You grabbed your phone from your back pocket and see 3 missed calls from Jinyoung.

“Sorry, I didn’t hear it ring. I didn’t think you’d be back this early,” you said to him, setting down your things. It was 8pm and he did say he didn’t know what time he was going to be back.

“What about you two?” he asked Bambam and Yugyeom.

“What’s the big deal Jinyoung? I’m here. I’m fine.”

“I was worried sick! I am paying them to protect you, to report to me!” Jinyoung said angrily. Before you get to say anything else, Bambam and Yugyeom apologized, promising it will never happened again. You were frustrated at him. He was the one who left pissed this morning, telling you he wasn’t sure what time he was going to be back. Was he expecting you to wait all day for him? You refused to do that in this beautiful city. “Come eat,” Jinyoung said as he placed the napkin on his lap.

“I’ve already eaten with them.” You could see Jinyoung’s jaw clench. Mark glances at you, gesturing you to simmer down the feisty attitude and sit down. You sighed in defeat and sat down, “But I can have dessert.”

The dinner was quiet. No one bothered to talk, probably because you were both too stubborn to say the first word to each other. His phone buzzed on the table, making you both glanced down at it. He quickly grabbed it in his hands, looking at you as if he was trying to hide something before stepping away to take the call. He was fast to grab the phone, but not fast enough. It was a call from a women named Irene. You wondered if she was the women that left the lipstick stain on his collar. Even after you finished your dessert, he wasn’t back yet. You hated always waiting for him; being on his time and being there whenever he needed someone.

You went to the bathroom to get ready for bed. If he was so busy, he should attend to his business. Having Bambam and Yugyeom with you was more than enough for this trip, you thought. When you stepped out of the shower and into your shared room, you noticed Jinyoung sitting on the couch with his glass of whiskey. He chugged the rest of the remains in the glass and went to the bathroom not bothering to say anything to you. You don’t know how much longer you can take this. Maybe it was a mistake coming to a foreign country with someone you barely knew.

Jinyoung’s phone rang again. You hated snooping, but you couldn’t help yourself if he just left his phone on the bed for you to look at it. It was from her again; a message this time. What was so important that she had to text him at this late of an hour? You grabbed his phone and opened the message: “I had a great time the other night. Here’s something to remember me by.”

So he was with her the other night. You felt your heart race, your blood boil with anger. How stupid could you have been to get tangled with someone like him? You opened the second message that was sent, a video of her putting on lipstick and you were sure that he was with her the other night. You quickly grabbed your coat and walked out of the room.

Mark was sitting in the living room, “Where are you going?” he asked quickly standing up to meet you. You ignored him and walked straight out of the house. “Y/N!” he said grabbing your arm. “You can’t just leave like that. Does Jinyoung know where you’re going?” he asked.

“Stop! I don’t need to tell him where I’m going and you can’t stop me from leaving,” you said angrily.

“What happened?” he asked trying to calm you down.

“I don’t know what I was thinking - being here, being with him. It’s a joke and I don’t want to be here.”

“Okay, but take some body guards with you.”

“Bambam and Yugyeom.”

“They left. They’re on another assignment,” Mark said avoiding your eyes.

“What? Why?” you asked, but he doesn’t respond. “Is it because of what happened tonight?”

“Don’t ask. Just listen,” Mark instructed, but you were tired of listening, tired of following.

“No! Stop telling me what to do!” you said flicking his arm off you and running away.

Every move you made, he was watching, controlling and you hated that. You understood what his job entailed, and understood that he wants to protect you, but it doesn’t mean you had to be submissive to his every decision. It wasn’t like you.

You roamed the city nights and wished you had brought a thicker jacket, or even your phone or wallet. You rubbed your arms up and down to maintain some warmth, but it wasn’t doing a very good job. You found a bench to sit on as you thought about your next steps. Regardless, you’d still have to go back and get your passport. There was no point in sitting in the cold about it. As you were about to get up and go back, two cars pulled up next to you.

It was Mark.

He runs up to you, “You scared us shitless! You know what Jinyoung was going to do to all of us?”

“I’m sorry. I just needed to be alone.”

“You don’t understand why it’s important to have body guards with you at all times. You don’t know how important that is to Jinyoung.”

“I know. I’m sorry,” you said again.

“Don’t you dare do that again,” Mark said rubbing your arms up and down. He takes his jacket off and puts it around you. “Tell me what’s wrong before I take you back.”

Mark was always nice to you. You knew that.

“I feel stupid for being here, for liking him,” you paused to look at Mark. “Am I stupid?”

“Far from that.”

“What girl will follow a man across the world when she doesn’t even know what she means to him?”

He nods, finally understanding where this was going, “If he doesn’t care about you, he wouldn’t be so protective.”

“He cares, but he also cares about other girls. He was with another woman the other night. I saw his texts!”

“You shouldn’t look through his phone, Y/N.”

You were frustrated. Even though Mark was always nice to you, he will always on his side. He would never understand why you were upset, “Just take me back.”

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desiraypark · 4 years ago

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“Thief!”

For @bluestarego Characters: Officer Ronnie Peterson (The Dead Don’t Die) x Black Female Reader Content: Smut. Roleplay (Officer and Burglar). Handcuffs. Oral sex (M receiving) - minimal face-fuck (gagging); unprotected sex; riding/cowgirl; cumshot; spanking. Includes some links.

Word Count: 2.6k

The blonde wig? Yes. Light, colorful makeup? No. Dark. A smoky eye and red lips. You searched through your closet and dresser for the perfect burglar outfit. A black turtleneck sweater. Damn, you didn’t own a single pair of black jeans! Leggings would have to do. No high-heeled boots? Stiletto pumps would do.

You looked over Ronnie’s dresser and grabbed his watch. It wasn’t a Rolex but it was still nice. You grabbed your phone, held up the watch, and took a selfie--mischief all over your face. Then, you put the watch on your wrist. It dangled a bit, but you winked and blew a kiss to the camera, anyway. ____________________

Bzzzzz…

Ronnie and Cliff were on their way back to the station when his phone vibrated. He got a look at the photos in the text message. Then, he read the text: “What a terrible police officer. Leaving your door unlocked.” Ronnie slipped the phone back in his pocket.

Read. ____________________

Ronnie’s headlights shined through the curtains. You turned off the television, jumped off the sofa, stepped back into your pumps, and ran to the bedroom. Eeeernnnn went the screen door. Two locks turned with loud clicks and steel-toe boots hit the hardwood floor. You hid in the closet.

“You left the light on, perp,” Ronnie said. You could tell he was still in the doorway.

He walked to the bed.

“Breaking and entering?” he asked. Your chest moved up and down and you peeked through the slats of the closet door. Ronnie bent down and looked under the bed, then he stood back up and rotated on his axis, searching the room--avoiding the obvious spot for a second. He walked to his dresser and looked through the jewelry dish you’d made for him a couple of years ago. His watch was gone.

“Larceny? The rap sheet grows with every move I make…”

Ronnie finally turned to face the closet. He took slow steps and you backed up into the clothing. He stood at the door for a few seconds. Then, the closet door flew open and he yanked you out by your right arm.

“It’s always the closet,” he said.

You laughed. “Yet it took you so long to find me, Officer.”

He grabbed your other wrist and examined his dangling watch.

“Are you going to arrest me for your negligence, Officer?”

With no expression on his face and looked you up and down. “No. But I will punish you, you naughty girl.” His eyes fell on the watch again.

“Do you like this watch, thief?” he asked.

“It’s alright. I figure it could get me about a hundred dollars…”

“What else did you see in that ugly dish?” he asked, dropping your wrist.

You paused. Did he just?

“Another watch. A class ring.” You shrugged. “Nothing to write home about.”

“I hear the lady of the house has a few expensive items. Clothing. Jewelry...” He looked down at your feet.

“...and a seven-hundred dollar pair of shoes that she thinks her husband hasn’t notice.”

“ShegotthemoffeBay,” you quickly interjected.

Ronnie yanked you close. “I suppose I could let you take what you want....”

You turned on the flirtation and rested your hand on his chest. “Would you, Officer?”

He gripped the wrist near his chest and squeezed it tight. “But you have to work for it, thief.”

“What do I have to do, Officer?”

Ronnie stared at the bed, then looked into your eyes. “Get on the bed. Take your clothes off. Everything but those shoes.”

You bit your lip and sauntered over to the bed.

“And no funny business,” he added.

“I wouldn’t dream of it, Officer.”

You sat down on the bed and lifted your turtleneck over your head--hoping it didn’t shift your wig. It didn’t. You let it drop to the floor and revealed your bare breasts.

“No bra? A thief and a little minx with no care for back pain.”

You bit your lip to hide a laugh.

“The leggings, too.”

You lifted your hips and pushed two layers of fabric--your leggings and your panties--over your hips, thighs, and legs. You put in extra work to get them over for shoes. Finally, everything was off, and there you were, on the bed in your lamp-lit bedroom--tits out, belly exposed, and thighs hiding your puffy mound.

Ronnie pulled the handcuffs out of his duty belt.

“Officer, you said you wouldn’t arrest me,” you said, scooting back on the bed.

He stepped toward you and took your hands. “I’m not arresting you. Only making sure you don’t run away from me. From your punishment.”

Ronnie cuffed your hands in front of you, then pulled off his duty belt. He walked to his dresser and gently placed it on top, then walked back over.

“Would you let me have anything in that belt, Officer?”

“Absolutely not, thief!” he said. His volume low but his pitch was a little high. How dare you ask such a question?! He grabbed your jaw and bent down--his lips mere centimeters from yours. “That belt is property of Centerville PD. Not to be handled by your grubby little hands.”

You moaned at the pressure his thumb and fingers inflicted on your jaw. Then, he licked a stripe up your lips.

“Mmm…” he said. “Rihanna lipstick with no liner. A risky criminal.”

Ronnie let go of your face and straightened his body. He worked the belt of his pants, slowly pulled it out through the loops and let it drop to the floor. Then, he worked at the button and zipper. He toed off his shoes, and pulled down his pants and boxers--revealing his semi-hard-on.

“I want you to suck me until I’m hard as a rock,” he said. He began to stroke himself. “And I’d advise that you not get any of that lipstick on my cock.”

Your eyes widened. “Officer…” You swallowed.

“That would be extremely difficult. This is a very rich--”

Ronnie pulled your head toward him and tapped your lips with the tip of his dick. Right away, you spotted red smears on the underside of the head.

“Suck, perp.”

You opened your mouth and wrapped your lips around Ronnie’s head as he held his dick near the start of its shaft. Then, you licked swirls around it. After getting it nice and wet, you began to bob your head up and down, meeting Ronnie’s thumb.

“Mmm, touch my thumb every time, Sweet One,” he cooed. You touched his thumb once more, then when you pulled back, he slid his hand down to the middle of his shaft. After about a dozen sucks and red stains to his thumb after every head drop, he moved his hand down further--his free hand still resting on the back of your head.

“Your mouth feels so warm and hot around me, Beautiful…” he flattened his fingers and let them rest against his thigh--his thumb was nestled in his pubic hair.

“To my thumb,” he repeated.

You took him all in and gagged when the tip met the back your throat. Ronnie kept your head in place. “Mmm...so what’s your name, perp?”

“Y/N,” you garbled with a mouth full of dick.

“Oh, that’s a beautiful name,” he said. He released your head and you flew backward with a gasp.

“Fuck!” you shouted.

“Mmm...watch the language, Beautiful…” he reprimanded while slapping his dick against your bottom lip. “Keep sucking.”

Ronnie didn’t put his hand back behind your head, but he held his dick for you. With no hands, your head moved forward and backward, inhaling his length. You focused your teary eyes on his.

“That mouth feels wonderful,” Ronnie said. “So wet around my cock. It’s so hot for you. Blood rushing through all of those veins. Excited to have such a beautiful little minx like you pleasing it. Getting it nice and hard...”

Your eyes fluttered and you moaned. You suddenly felt everything around you--the warmth of your home juxtapose your stiff nipples. Your nerves were alive--every atom in your body was aching to be touched, to be shaken and stirred. Your clit was warm, and your hot pussy was building a reservoir of honey.

“How should I take you, perp?” Ronnie asked. “Missionary? Should I spread your beautiful legs wide and watch the pressure build in your face as I give you every inch of my cock? As I watch your breasts bounce? As I watch the tears well in your eyes because your sticky fingers can’t grab anything?”

You moaned again and pressed your thighs together.

“Or should I take from behind?” he inquired. “...bend you over and bury myself deep inside of you. Watch your beautiful ass ripple with every thrust…”

You pulled away to take a breath. Then you kept sucking.

“Ahh…” Ronnie said, smiling to himself. “I forgot that I’m supposed to be putting you to work.”

He pulled himself away and looked down at his dick. Red marks were all over it. He shook his head.

“Lipstick all over my dick.” He tsk’d. “Do you know what the punishment is for that?”

“No, Sir…” you whimpered.

Ronnie ran the back of his palm over your face. “I don’t, either. But Desiray will think of something.”

You scoffed and chuckled. Then, you raised your cuffed hands. “She can’t even figure out if she wants this watch to be significant.”

Ronnie raised his eyebrows and nodded in agreement. Then, he unbuttoned his shirt. You rotated your hips, anxious for friction and relief. He pulled off his shirt, and undershirt, as well. Then, he sat on the bed and stroked his dick.

“Put that beautiful pussy to work, thief,” he commanded, staring into your eyes.

You stood up and wobbled a little. Those shoes were a mistake. But you put your arms over Ronnie’s head and rested your hands behind his neck. Then, you straddled him--your knees pressed on either side of him and your chest flushed with his. He moved his hand around under you.

“Sit down,” he said.

You lowered yourself and felt the head of his dick at your entrance--warm flesh meeting warm and wet flesh. Then, you pressed your hips down further. Your eyes closed and your head flew back as your core opened and welcomed his throbbing length. Down, down, down you went--he guided you--until the his warm head reached the bottom of your canal.

“Bounce.”

You lifted your body and crashed back down. Up...down...up...down...Ronnie smacked your ass.

“I said bounce, perp.”

You shifted your body--pressing it against Ronnie’s as his dick stretched your walls wider with each tiny movement. Then you bounced up and down. You cried out with each stroke and let your breasts fly free in his face. He walked the tips of his fingers up your sternum, over your chest, and wrapped his hand around your throat--not pressing down, however.

“Naughty girl. Bouncing on an officer’s dick to keep from getting arrested. For some jewelry and a few trinkets. Coating his dick with her sweet juice…”

“Fuck Ronnie…” you mumbled.

His hand flew up to your jaw and he squeezed. “Excuse me?”

You shook your head. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it.”

“That’s strike two on the language, Angel. And that’s Sir or Officer,” he said.

“I’m sorry, Sir. I just can’t take it--it’s too much,” you whined. “My thighs are burning.”

“As they should, you fucking crook,” he said.

“Ahhh!” you cried out. Every nerve in your body was frayed--your entire body was pulsing. Your thighs burned but your pussy clenched Ronnie’s girth--dripping, weeping, and squelching for more of the stinging pleasure.

“Lift your arms,” Ronnie said, his voice less stoic.

You lifted your arms over his head and Ronnie fell back on the bed with you on top of him. You rested your arms along his torso and he wrapped his arms around your waist, and worked his hips up toward you--slow and deep.

“You don’t deserve a break,” he said. “But I’ve got the urge to fill your filthy pussy with my cum.”

You moaned and shifted your arms around, careful not to press the metal restraints into his skin.

“Do you want my cum?” he asked.

“Yes, Sir,” you whimpered.

“I can feel you clenching. Hungry little pussy. I’m gonna feed her. I’m gonna fill her up so well and fill her deep. Gonna cover her poor, stretched out walls…”

“Please, Officer,” you pleaded. “Then, can I have my gifts?”

Ronnie laughed. “You haven’t received your punishment yet, Sweet One.”

“Did Desiray figure it out?”

“Yes. Not as creative as I’d hoped. But a punishment is a punishment.”

He slapped your ass and fucked up into you hard and just a little bit faster--making you clench and moan and scream and writhe. He offered no kisses or comforting rubs. He just burned you with his stare and watched every expression on your face. Then, you felt the pressure pooling in your belly. Your pussy throbbed and fluttered around him, and you began to meet his thrusts.

Suddenly, Ronnie flipped you over on your back, pulled out, and stood up.

“Ah!” you screamed.

“For soliciting an officer, you get forty-eight hours without an orgasm,” he said.

You stomped your feet on the floor and whined.

“If at any point you provide yourself with an orgasm and I find out, I will fuck your throat raw,” he added.

Ronnie put his knee against the mattress and stood over you. He rubbed his dick--spreading your juices all over his length--stroking and stroking until he neared his climax.

“Where do you want it?” he asked. You opened your mouth and wagged your tongue. Ronnie kneeled over your face and covered your chin, lips, and tongue with ropes of his cum. You swallowed what fell in your mouth and licked your lips. Ronnie didn’t bother wiping your chin. He just grabbed you by the arms and picked you up. He sat back down and put you over his knee.

Then, he rubbed your ass. “Five spanks for breaking and entering...five for marking my dick with your lipstick...and fifteen for being a terrible cowgirl who couldn’t handle a little thigh burn.”

You whined again.

“Count them…” Ronnie commanded.

He rubbed your ass again, then smack! on the right cheek. You jumped.

“Fuck you Desiray!” you shouted. “One…”

Smack!

“Two…”

Twenty-five spanks to your poor buttocks. A few landed on your wet pussy lips, too. When your punishment was complete, Ronnie sat you on the bed, walked to the dresser and retrieved his handcuff keys.

“Can I take these shoes off, now?” you asked, rotating your ankle.

“Oh, absolutely, Honey,” Ronnie said. You kicked off your shoes and he kissed you on the lips. He unlocked the cuffs, tossed them on the bed, and rubbed your wrists. He sat down beside you and gave each wrist a kiss. Then, he looked down and picked up one of your shoes.

“These don’t smell like they’re from eBay,” he said.

“What the fuck does eBay smell like, Ronnie?” you asked. You fell back on the bed.

“These shoes are $695.00 on Christian Louboutin dot com,” he said, ignoring your question.

“But I didn’t pay that much. And what do you know about them?” you asked. “I know what bloody shoes look like and I know they’re expensive,” Ronnie said.

“Bloody sh--”

The song played in your head and you chuckled.

Still examining the shoes, Ronnie tapped the heel against the palm of his hand. “Decent weapons.”

You huffed.

“Can you get up here and make me come, please?!”

You spread your legs open.

Ronnie looked at the heel of your shoe, then your pussy--then, your shoe again.

“Absolutely not,” you said firmly.

Ronnie looked at me. I looked at you. Your eyes burned a hole into my soul. I moved my fingers from the keyboard and held my hands in the air, surrendering. Then, I clicked the Grammarly icon in the corner of my screen and considered this entry ‘done’.

#ronnie peterson smut

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yunhohoe · 5 years ago

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Pairing: Mingi x Reader

Warnings: Smoking; Swearing; guns and violence and injury; just some pretty intense moments in general; y/n’s boyfriend is super toxic and unhealthy; fingering; nipple play; unprotected sex; main character death. (Kindly let me know if I missed anything you think should be added)

Genre: ANGST; Smut

Rating: M

Word count: 11k

Summary: Jobs like this were never easy. Your boyfriend Blue was an asshole and you didn’t particularly like your work. But, Blue’s best friend Mingi who always tagged along always made the moments more enjoyable. One day a job gone wrong sends the two of you to eachothers arms.

a/n: Hiii this is my first ever Ateez fic please go easy on meee. If there are confusing parts it is likely going to make sense in the end! This is a story with a twist :)

You were rudely pulled from your sleep by a persistent ringing of your cell phone.

Your hand shot to where it sat next to your pillow. Grabbing it and seeing that it was your boyfriend calling you groaned and quickly swiped to send it straight to voicemail.

Talking to Blue first thing in the morning had always been a pain, he always had something to complain about, usually involving something that you’d done the day before.

You got out of bed and made your way to the shower, your phone buzzed in your hand at least five times and you did your best to ignore it. You knew it was Blue spamming question marks or asking why you aren’t picking up.

You let your phone buzz the entire time you showered, almost purposefully taking your time, you knew you had time. He wasn’t coming to pick you up until 9:00.

You let your hands run all over your body as you rinsed off your favorite body wash, taking in the moment before you had to start a day that had been giving you anxiety for a long time.

When you’d been told a year ago that you’d be given an opportunity to be a part of this program you almost didn’t believe it to be real.

Even though Blue would be there, (despite him being your pick of partner you really couldn’t stand the guy) you said yes.

You said yes for one reason.

Song Mingi.

Blue’s best friend.

Yes. You knew it was wrong that you had always had the biggest crush on your boyfriend's best friend but he was everything Blue wasn’t in all the best ways.

Blue was a coward. Not in the way of getting scared of spiders or ghosts or things. But in the way you knew he’d throw anyone under the bus to save himself if needed, even you.

Mingi was never a coward, while you’d seen him let out a cute scream at a spider or two, you had trusted him with your life. You would trust him with anything.

And it’d been far too long since you’d seen that face…

So you agreed, and here you were, putting on your red lipstick in the mirror. You only wore red lipstick on special occasions and this was definitely to be one.

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Once you had gotten ready head to toe in your best you walked out the front door of your apartment building and made your way to the bustling front where taxis were leaving as fast as they arrived.

This city definitely didn’t ever stop.

It had always been going going going…

Just like you. Since the day you were born you’d kept pushing forward at a relentless pace, and here you were, staying in one of the most luxurious apartments in the city, paying for it with money you made.

Well…

“Are we doing this or not y/n? Did you go fucking deaf overnight?”

Blue.

You sighed and turned to see him yelling at you from the driver's seat of his flashy car.

It was a bright shade of teal, four seater car with purple coloring misted over it in spots almost too subtle to see. When the sun caught the paint the right way it lit up with the glitter mixed in and could get almost blinding. Inside was a blue haired man that never ceased to turn heads. It was much like the way you dressed head to toe in glamorous jewelry, your bright red shorts that matched your lipstick were far too short and shifted many glances their way.

You’d really missed dressing up this much. You only ever did when you were going to a job, it probably wasn’t the smartest idea to draw attention to yourself in your line of work. (though it had come in handy as a distraction a few times.)

But, you couldn’t help it, and neither could Blue. Maybe that's why despite all of the toxicity in your relationship you stayed together. You hung well on eachothers arms.

You hopped into the driver's seat and were instantly pulled into a sloppy wet kiss with an intruding tongue. You did your best not to gag and gave him a fake but believable smile as you pulled away.

“You’re making us late.” He grumbled and put his car into drive, he sped up so fast the wheels of the car skidded on the pavement and you were off.

You had to admit, while this was far from your first gig you could never escape the heavy beating of your heart that kicked in once you were on your way.

The interior of Blue’s car was just as extra as him. All black leather with blue lights places perfectly throughout the car to light it up in a cool hue. The deep blue reflected off Blue’s short but scruffy turquoise blue hair, giving it some more depth than it had when he was out of the car.

He did seem cooler when he drove..

Maybe that's another reason why despite his constant harsh words you were drawn to him.

You met him on a job where he was the driver, and the two of you had been tangled up with each other on and off ever since.

The car skidded to a stop and you felt your seatbelt click to halt you from falling too far forward.

You turned to Blue to glare at him for his rough driving but he wasn’t looking at you. He had a giant smile on his face as he waved almost childishly out the window.

Now realizing where you were you sucked in a silent gasp and quickly tugged down the mirror on the visor above you to make sure your hair and makeup were still alright.

You wiped a little bit of lipstick that Blue had smudged under your lips and shoved the visor back up as if nothing had happened.

You took in a deep breath this time, your heart pounding out of your chest, you swore it might actually give you a heart attack.

The bubbling warmness was coming up from your stomach to your throat until you couldn’t stop yourself from saying his name.

“Mingi!” you yelled out of the car window to him.

The tall man approaching your car silently now ducked down a bit to meet your eyes and gave you his signature body melting smile and a tiny wave that he kept close to his body.

Unlike you and Blue, Mingi wasn’t flashy. He was still friendly, and certainly could turn heads in his own way.

But it was almost like he knew he didn’t need to try. You wished you could feel more confident to be like that, effortlessly attractive, the kind of hot that makes you turn heads even when…

“You look like that's what you rolled out of bed wearing!” Blue scolded Mingi as he hopped into the back seat.

“Wow, I’m already being attacked? I’ve been here two seconds.” Mingi dramatically feigned being deeply offended.

Though, he likely *was* wearing what he woke up in. The man was in grey plaid pajama like sweatpants and an oversized plain black hoodie, his hair that had been dyed bright red at one point was now a pale and faded orange and he looked like he needed a couple extra hours of sleep.

But god. Was he the most perfect sight on the eyes. Even Blue, despite his asshole personality couldn’t help but love the man in a way you’d never seen him love anyone, even you.

They’d been best friends since grade school and when you started dating Blue you’d realized they were a package deal.

It always blew your mind how such polar opposite people could become friends. Mingi was kind where Blue was cruel, and Mingi was strong where Blue was weak.

You couldn’t help but kick yourself for sitting in the front seat that day years ago with Blue instead of getting in the backseat with Mingi.

Damn him and his flashy hair, and damn you and your addiction to shiny things, despite how poisonous they might be.

“You look just fine Mingi.” You giggled.

“Thank you.” He lifted his chin up jokingly and smugly. You chuckled and tried your hardest not to study his adorable features and make it obvious that you had some feelings here…

How could such polar opposite people become best friends?

Maybe they weren’t totally opposite, because they did share one thing in common, the same thing that you also had in common with them.

“So where did the app say to meet up?”

*Crimson Rexcruit*

The app each of you had on your phones.

The app you had met them through.

“There's supposed to be two more meeting us at the City Bank.” Blue mumbled off the last bit.

“Wait…” you felt maybe due to the mumbling you’d misheard.

Mingi as well had a confused expression on his face, leaning forward to put his head closer to the front seat.

“I’m sorry. Did you say City Bank? As in the largest bank in the city. As in the most guarded bank in the city?” He questioned his friend.

Blue simply nodded.

You felt your blood turn to ice and you were stiff in your seat.

“Um...Blue...That's not in our grade?” Your voice was almost a squeak.

The way the app worked was you had to have someone else with a high enough grade on the app to vouch for you. Once you had that you could unlock parts of the app that allowed you to take low level jobs with low pay until you got enough good reviews to move higher. You and your group had always hovered around the level of small gas station robberies, usually when no one was there, or only one attendant.

Mingi usually went in with whoever the app told you to meet up with. Blue was your getaway driver, and you were the lookout and distraction if needed.

It had always worked smoothly,it required little planning, and had almost become routine.

This bank robbery was jumping quite a few levels above what you were used to.

“It is now.” He said shortly, not taking his eyes off the road as he drove.

When you join a ‘Crew’ through the app you are required to appoint a leader, and your leader was Blue. The leader would get a lot of details about your jobs that the other crew members wouldn’t, it was to help with deniability and keeping information from getting around. But, damn did it get annoying when Blue kept things from you.

You rolled down your window a crack, remembering that Blue always kept a pack of cigarettes in his center console of his car. You went to grab for one and it was slammed shut almost pinching the tips of your fingers inside.

You yelped out a high pitched gasp and held your hand close to your chest.

Blue still looked at the road but one hand had left the steering wheel and was holding the console lid shut.

“Thought you quit.” He snapped.

You looked back to Mingi who was silent but obviously trying his hardest not to get involved, shifting his gaze out the window as if he couldn’t hear the two of you. He wasn’t one to get nervous or stand down. To anyone but Blue that is.

It was unfortunate because you knew that Mingi was the only one Blue would listen to.

“Well you’re really making me want one.” you said coldly, pissed off for a few reasons now.

“Oh well. There's not many left anyways and you always smoke two in a row for some reason.” He seemed to mock you for your habit.

“She can have one of mine.” Mingi offered from the back. Apparently now not pretending he wasn’t listening to the entire conversation.

“Thank you Mingi.” You sang smiling at him, unbuckling and turning all the way around in your seat so that your ass was almost poking against the windshield.

Blue cussed under his breath and seemed to debate on pushing you back into your seat.

You leaned into the backseat, opening your mouth with a slight smirk on your face, pleased that Blue wasn’t getting his way this time.

Mingi seemed to part his lips slightly along with you, staring at the space between yours.

His eyes locked onto the way your tongue slightly rolled behind your teeth as you waited for him to stop fumbling his fingers over the pack he was pulling out of his hoodie pocket and put the cigarette in your mouth.

His eyes only darted down for a quick second as he pulled one out, they were back to your lips like a magnet as he reached his hand out to place the cigarette between your lips.

You felt a place in the not too far back of your mind wish that instead of pulling his hand back away after that he’d let it linger, let a finger trail the border of your lips, tracing the red to memorize with his fingers the way he was with his eyes.

But, instead he quickly pulled away and relaxed back into his seat. He smiled a thin toothless smile at you, as if to say ‘our transaction here is done now.’

Which it was.

That didn’t make it less frustrating though. You didn’t huff though. You were used to bottling it all up, and you’d come to terms long ago with the fact that Mingi would never be yours.

Blue was who you had chosen, and he did have things about him that were positives to being his.

He was richer than Mingi. Being the leader came with an extra cut of the pay each job since he would be the one to get the highest charges if caught. It was fair, and none of you had ever argued it.

Blue was good in bed. Not that you didn’t imagine Mingi to be either…

But, you couldn’t really complain there. He liked to toss you around, and you liked to be tossed around.

You settled back into your seat and caught Blue giving you a sulky glance. You pretended not to notice and instead of addressing what would likely turn into a fight, you grabbed the lighter set in the cupholder. You lit your cigarette, tossing the lighter back into the cupholder without care, causing it to bounce down back out and down onto the floor.

Not caring to pick it up either you rolled down your window a bit more, letting the breeze carry the smoke out of the car.

Why was your heart still beating so fast? You knew how these jobs went, you knew how this job would go. Right?

It was quiet for a long time.

Blue usually liked to turn up his music and get hyped up before a job, so you took to just staring out the window as you smoked.

You caught a glimpse of mingi in the car’s rear view mirror. He was looking at you.

Instead of looking away from being caught staring, he stuck out his tongue goofily. You chuckled and coughed a bit on the hit you had been taking in.

Cute.

He was always so cute.

More seconds passed, or was it minutes?

You didn’t remember the drive to the bank taking this long…

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Finally your car was parked by a side door that you were told would be left unlocked for your crew and the two solo Crimson Rexruit users.

They came in a second car and were to assist Mingi with the robbery and they would take the money to the client that put the job out.

Your team never dealt with transporting the money, your money always promptly got distributed by your job title and deposited into your accounts by the app after the client received their money.

“Okay. I’ll go stand out and wait for the-” Mingi started.

“Wait.” Blue cut him off. Uncharacteristically he gulped, and his hands fidgeted on the steering wheel, though he’d already parked the car. He took a deep breath in and chuckled.

“So I’m actually going in with you this time. We need four for the job inside and they’d only hire five people.” Blue explained, then turned to you. “You’re gonna have to drive.”

“Excuse me?”

Though it was your thoughts exactly, it was Mingi’s voice that spoke.

Blue turned around as much as he could in his seat to face his best friend.

“She can do this and be look out. It’ll be fine.” though nothing in Blue’s nervous tone made you feel like everything was fine. Blue never went in...and this was going to be his first job inside?

“We all already have enough money to live the rest of our lives happily.” your hand shot out to Blue’s leg. “You know we don’t *have* to do this…” you tried to reason with him. You knew it was a lost cause, but you couldn’t help but try.

Once Blue had something on his mind there was no way anyone could stop him. Except maybe…

“Mingi?” you whipped your head around to face him, hoping that he could yell some sense into his friend.

“I-...” He seemed to debate in his mind for a while. “If it's what the app told him…” he shrugged “We’ll be fine.” he gave another thin unsure smile.

You sighed. It was worth a shot.

“Okay.”

Blue and Mingi got out of the car and you moved over into the driver's seat, adjusting it for yourself and rolling the window down all the way while they spoke with the other men that had just arrived.

Your boyfriend walked over to the window and pulled you into another cringeworthy kiss.

“I’ll be back in no time baby.” he winked at you. You smiled, looking him up and down before he walked away.

He really was something else. While you didn’t particularly like him much, you never would wish harm on him. Your stomach had already been in knots before you had learned he’d be going in as well. It was almost impossible to handle the feeling that came after.

Mingi next walked over to you, bending down and resting his elbows on the ledge of the open window.

“I’ll look after him.” Mingi smiled. “Won’t take my eyes off him.”

You nodded, “I know you’ll look after him.” of course he will. As much as Blue loved Mingi, Mingi loved him right back.

His eyes narrowed into a different expression, and he started to almost speak but instead shut his lips tightly, as if to completely block any words from slipping out. Mingi pulled out another cigarette from his pack, surprising you and causing you to jump a bit as he boldly just placed it between your lips.

“You never had your second one.” He chuckled

You exhaled a breath you hadn’t even realized you’d been holding in. It almost caused the cigarette to fall from your lips to your lap.

“Oh yeah.” You muttered, the stick between your lips muffling your words, “s’been a while.”

He then smiled with a nod and stood up, patting the top of the car before starting to walk away.

“Mingi!” You yelled out. The unlit cigarette not saved from its fall this time.

He instantly spun back around and raised his eyebrows.

“Yeah y/n?”

He spoke your name so beautifully. So clearly like cool water hitting your throat on a hot day.

You almost forgot what you were going to say, smiling goofily for a moment as a smile grew on his face in return.

“You stay safe too.” you spoke.

He chuckled and nodded, sticking his hands in his hoodie pocket.

“I will, don’t worry.” he winked.

You felt your heart flutter just before it sank. He pulled a gun from his hoodie pocket to show you. Flashing it just for a moment before returning it and leaving his hands into stay.

He smirked and returned to where Blue and the other men were talking.

Mingi never carried a gun…

He hadn’t known this job would be different…

Why the *fuck* did he have a gun?

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You waited for far too long. The unlit cigarette sitting under your lap motionless. Just like you.

Your hands were gripped on the steering wheel so tightly your fingers hurt. But it was the only thing distracting you from what you knew what was to come.

Any second the door they all went in would open and you’d need to make sure your foot was on the pedal as fast as you could to get your crew out of there.

It was just taking so long.

Did it really take that long?

The anxiety was getting too much to handle and you remembered the cigarette in your lap.

Your hands were so shakey you could barely bring it to your lips, but it made it there in time.

You went to grab for the lighter in the cup holder and upon your hand only hitting plastic you remembered you’d dropped it on the floor on the passenger seat.

You leaned over to rummage around, not seeing it anywhere and figuring it must’ve gone under the seat you started to go to move it back…

And at that moment the sound of the metal door being swung open echoed out in the alley you were parked in with a loud bang, causing you to jump up and hit your head on the underside of the dashboard.

You quickly say up in a panic.

After that was only the sound of footsteps hitting the pavement as fast as they could.

The passenger side door was flung open and a panicked Mingi hopped inside.

In his arms was a giant duffle bag, and on his hands was…

“Mingi is that blood?” Your jaw hung open.

“Fucking drive y/n.” he hissed in a stern tone you’d never before that day heard from him.

“B-Blue?” You stuttered out your lower lip trembling.

“DRIVE!” he screamed, slamming a hand on the dashboard so loudly that your foot smashed onto the gas without you even meaning to. The car jerked forward and you just kept going.

It seemed like your body had decided from here on out to autopilot.

Everything seemed like it was moving forward faster than it ever had in your life. This city certainly moved fast but the distance between you and wherever Blue was right now was growing faster.

You didn’t seem to be running from anyone so once you got a few blocks over you started going the speed limit and tried your best to blend into traffic in Blue’s flashy car while a bloody Mingi sat wide eyed and silent beside you.

He was trying to take deep breaths to calm himself down but seemed to be struggled to get one out without it getting caught in his throat.

You drove and drove for what felt like an hour, pulling into the driveway of a house a few towns over you’d stayed at a few times with Blue on vacation. He didn’t own it or anything, yet the keys did happen to be on Blue’s keychain. He’d managed to snag himself a print of it the last time you’d stayed there.

For some reason it was the place your body had just brought you to.

And you felt then that it was lucky it had. There were no cars parked out front and all of the lights were turned off. It looked extremely vacant.

You parked and rushed over to Mingi’s side of the car, opening his door frantically.

“Are you hurt?”

He was clutching the duffle bag tightly, lightly knocking his head against it while muttering.

“Mingi!” you spoke quietly but sternly.

He shook his head against the bag. His bloodied fingers that were locked intertwined with each other had now dried and likely smeared blood onto the bag as well.

“Then we gotta get into the house and find something to cover up this car.” You grabbed him by the arm trying to prompt him to get out of the car.

He was reluctant at first but after a few tugs nodded and let you help him out of the car.

You walked him to the door of the house, looking around double checking if you were followed.

It seemed to be in the clear, and the house was fairly secluded, probably a half mile either way before you’d see another house. Yet, with Blue’s very stand out choice of ride, it was still better safe than sorry to find something to cover it up.

That was step two.

Step one was to get Mingi inside.

After missing the keyhole a few times you finally got the door unlocked and Mingi (without your assistance, and despite you trying to reach out to help him) stumbled over to a couch in the first room the entrance led to. He almost fell into it, the duffle bag still clutched tightly in his arms.

“You stay there.” Your voice was scratchy, as if you’d been screaming, had you screamed at some point?

Mingi didn’t respond, eyes held shut and he laid down onto his side.

It seemed like that was him agreeing so you nodded and took to searching the house for some sort of blanket or tarp.

You found a large cover in the bathroom of the home and made your way out to the front lawn with it, glancing back to make sure Mingi was still resting on the couch. He was, exactly how you’d left him.

As you pulled the sheet over the car you noticed a bit of blood on the dashboard where Mingi’s hand had hit.

It was not a sight you’d ever expected to see. It was obviously something that everyone who did the things you did had to consider at some point…

But when it actually happened it made you realize you had never *really* thought through the consequences of what your Crew was doing.

The realness of the danger was a lot different than the rush and thrill of getting away with it. There wasn’t anything sexy about this moment, not like all the other times where the adrenaline had you and Blue ripping each other's clothes off the minute you walked into the door after a job.

Blue...

No. This felt more like being sick, every kind of sick you’d ever felt all at once.

You hurried to finish getting the car covered and sped back into the house.

“Mingi?” you called out to the man still motionless on the couch.

He remained silent, squeezing the bag closer to his chest.

“Mingi where's Blue?” You walked over to him, kneeling down next to him.

He winced at his friend's name, shook his head, and rolled over away from you.

As always, no one tells you anything. Even when it could be life or death.

This time you decided to make a huff. It was immature of you but you weren’t quite in control of your emotions.

You stood up and ripped the duffle bag from his arms, tossing it across the room.

Almost in the same moment, as if to replace the loss of the duffle bag, Mingi’s arm shot out at you. His hand to your waist pulling you down, causing you to lose balance and topple onto the couch on top of him.

He shifted himself to make room for the two of you and brought you in tightly, even tighter than he’d been holding that bag.

Now he started to sob.

You’d never seen Mingi cry, let alone anyone cry with such a raw and rough outpouring of emotion.

His hands now started to scramble across your back, his full body shaking as he sobbed, and your hands running through his hair until the two of you drifted off to an unintentional sleep.

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You couldn’t help but notice the way every curve of Mingi’s body was pressed up against you when you woke up a couple hours later.

His pajama pants not leaving much of a barrier between himself and the shorts you were wearing as he shifted his front closer to you.

As much as you wanted to press back into him…

As much as you could…

The (even) bigger situation here set in.

You sat up, almost knocking him off the couch onto the floor.

“Hm?” He mumbled at you.

“Mingi wake up.” you shook his shoulder.

As if he’d for a moment completely forgotten the events of earlier, and only saw what he thought must’ve been a dream. A dream where you had fallen asleep next to him. Maybe a dream he’d had many times, since he smiled fondly, and almost with a hint of familiarity.

That faded all too quickly though as the sleepiness lifted its fog on his brain.

His eyes no longer held any light, it drained instantly and he shot off the couch. Stumbling clumsily back.

“Fuck.” Wide eyed he pulled the gun out of his pocket.

“I’d had that pressed against me this whole time!?” you almost screamed at him.

“The safety is…” He fumbled it over in his hands. “On...now…” he winced.

“Fuck Mingi.” you muttered, standing up and walking over to him. “Please put that thing somewhere...not here.”

He nodded with no hesitation and walked into the kitchen, putting it in one of the drawers.

When he returned he sat on the couch with his hands on his elbows and his mouth pressed firmly into his hands.

“Tell me what happened Mingi.” you sat down next to him, putting a hand on the fabric of his sweater over his bicep, feeling him flex slightly at your touch. “Please” you pleaded.

He nodded and moved his hands, sighing and shaking his head.

“It was a set up...but not for us.” He sucked a deep breath in slightly starting to tremble “ Once we were almost out of there Blue got a text. Not from the client but from the app. The message told him we had an option...If we killed the two solo partners we’d get their share of the money. I-” he paused “I don’t get why but Blue instantly seemed on board he just...lit up.” Mingi waved his hand over his face. “Fuck. Fuck y/n. He wasn’t acting himself I swear.”

He was now pleading to you almost.

“Okay…” you started to play with the hem of your shorts as you prompted him to continue.

“Y/n...he was gonna do it. He...did. Do it..” he cocked his head to the side biting down on his lip and whimpering slightly.

You sucked in. You had known that was coming next. You really had.

In a question of whether Blue would be capable of something like that, (while Mingi seemed to think it was out of character for him) your answer would have always been yes. Yes he could, and yes he did.

“He took my gun out of my hands almost instantly y/n...and it was so quick.” tears now started to pool in his eyes. He cleared his throat and took another breath. “Um...yeah. He shot them. Just...like that.” he blinked a few times.

“Oh…” was all you could manage to reply. It was quiet for a bit until Mingi started muttering something under his breath. He was starting to rock back and forward slightly where he sat.

“So you left him behind?” you asked.

“Ah.” His voice cracked. “I didn’t mean to. Everything was just so...fast.” he muttered, standing up and leaving the room in a hurry.

You pursed your lips together, not following him right away. Sitting with that thought again.

Blue had killed the two other partners. Blue had killed two people.

It wasn’t the kind of feeling that would ever be shaken. Even sixty years from now this memory would be one of the last on your mind.

You let yourself cry a moment. Finally.

You cried for Blue and what he’d done. You cried for the people he’d killed and their loved ones, and those right now expecting them home.

“y/n?” Mingi’s voice called from the other room.

“Not now Mingi.” you choked out, your emotions slowly gaining momentum.

Fluffy orange hair poked around the corner of the room, he was in the kitchen now peeking around into the living room area you sat in.

“Tea?” He wiggled a box he must’ve found in the closet, he was putting on a fake smile, it could’ve been more for himself than you, but it helped.

You nodded, wiping the wetness from your eyes with the back of your hand.

He returned not too much later with two green mugs in his hand, setting them down on a table beside the couch.

Mingi then sat down hard next to you, shaking the couch a bit and chuckling at his clumsiness.

You smiled slightly and reached out for one of the mugs that was on the other side of him.

He caught your arm gently wrapping his fingers around your wrist and holding you for a moment, looking into your eyes with ones filled to the brim with pain.

“Um. The tea is still pretty hot. I wouldn’t” he explained himself, giving you your arm back.

You looked over to the steam rolling off the top of the mug.

This isn’t fun.

Why did you do this?

What was the point of any of this?

Why did you choose this…

You debated screaming out for an escape. You knew the words you could say…

But you weren’t ready yet. Not yet.

And then there it was.

Your reminder and reason for doing this.

Mingi smiled your way. Maybe a bit forced still, but a completely body melting smile.

You instantly rested your head on his shoulder, wishing you could do more than that in this moment. Begging your body to let you do more than just gently rest your head on his shoulder.

Your hand could easily move out to his knee and trail up his leg...

But not yet. As much as you knew it would help the two of you. As much as you were 99% sure right now in this moment you both wanted more than just your head on his shoulder, it wouldn’t be right. Not right now.

Your eyes did flash to the clock hanging on the wall for the first time in a while. It was only 5pm. It seemed like a week had passed since this morning.

You let more seconds pass with your head on Mingi’s shoulder, there wasn’t much else you could do.

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A few hours later Mingi was cooking you both dinner. There wasn’t much in the cabinets that hadn't expired. No one had been here for a while.

Yet he swore he could whip something up with what he could find.

You’d chuckled and agreed to let him try while you laid out and read magazines on the couch, admiring the bright red toenail polish on your toes and wiggling your feet lost in the moment...forgetting the moment.

Until a loud clatter of pans snapped you out of it.

You jumped off the couch and ran to the kitchen to find Mingi on the floor holding his hand with a pained look on his face.

“Oh my god!” you ran over to him, crouching down and pulling his hand from being held to his chest to where you could see. “You’ve burned yourself. Here…” you stood and started to pull him up by his good arm.

“I’ve got it y/n” he hissed. Standing up on his own and turning the faucet on.

“It didn’t look too bad. It should feel better really soon” you tried to comfort him. A pot of half boiled noodles and water was splattered all over the floor.

“Y/n I’m so sorry…” He muttered.

“It’s just pasta.” You shrugged.

That didn’t seem to be what he was talking about. But he simply just said, “Yeah”

“Let me wrap your hand up at least.” You figured there had to be a first aid kit somewhere in the house.

He nodded and sighed, looking down at his hand and shaking his head.

You’d never seen him so out of sorts. Though who wouldn’t be after what he said he saw.

You wondered how he could’ve burned his hand that badly on a pot that definitely had a long handle.

It hurt to think on that curiosity for too long. You were pretty sure the answer was one you wouldn’t like hearing.

There was some gauze in a bathroom closet thankfully, though not much it seemed enough to wrap his hand.

You walked back out to the kitchen to see it empty. Peeking around the corner to where the living room was you saw Mingi sitting on the couch poking at his burn with his other hand.

“Leave that alone.” You snapped. It startled him, yet when he saw you his face softened and his body seemed to relax into the couch.

“Sorry.” he muttered.

“Here.” You sat down next to him. You didn’t mean to sit so close, but when you sat the couch seemed to slide you close to him, assisting your body’s efforts to be as near as possible to this man.

The side of your leg was now completely pressed against his. It didn’t seem to miss his attention either.

When you looked at his face there was the softest smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. You almost involuntarily gulped at how undeniably sexy his expression was. How completely enchanting sitting this close to him was…

“H-hand.” you mumbled, holding your own hand out.

You felt the soft fabric of his hoodie now brushing against your shoulder as he moved even closer putting his hand palm up in yours.

The burn looked a bit worse than it had earlier, but seemed like it would heal alright on its own. You couldn’t risk taking him to a hospital anyways.

Slowly you took the roll of gauze and while gently holding his hand up you started to carefully wrap it around.

You almost zoned out into your task, making sure that you were doing it just right, diligently keeping your eyes on his hand. Well...until you were almost done and your eyes accidentally wandered up from the burn in the center of his hand to his fingers. It seemed to take your eyes longer than you realized to study them all the way up to the tip. Maybe you were trying to picture the feeling…

You slowly shifted your gaze up to Mingi and realized that his eyes had been locked on your face this entire time. He’d been studying you study his hands, his lips starting to quiver as he watched you purse yours in concentration. It’d almost seemed that he’d found it attractive the way you had been so focused on taking care of him.

Now that you were face to face you were hit with a slight embarrassment for being so close. His face being only inches from your own.

You started to pull back from him, but his lips quickly parted and he let out a small noise in protest.

Time seemed to still.

Maybe it had.

Maybe you were being blessed with a few more seconds to linger on that cute pout on his face.

On the way his hair was still so messy from sleeping earlier. On the way that despite the pain in both of your eyes, despite the hurt that you’d always carry from this day...you wanted nothing more in this moment than him.

Finally.

You leaned forward to him, finally pressing a soft kiss on to his lips. His body completely tensed up in surprise. He held both his hand away from you as if something horrible would happen if he touched you.

Quickly you pulled back, thinking you must’ve misread the moment.

“Oh.” You brought your hand to your lips and tugged at your lower one a bit embarrassed.

“y/n.” Mingi spoke in a pained tone.

Your eyes had dropped down to your lap and you didn’t quite feel like looking back up at him.

“y/n.” this time he whispered. That time was for him, almost like your name would soothe whatever it was he was feeling in this moment.

You jumped when you felt his fingers on your face. He had his good hand now gently tucked under your chin, coaxing your face over to look at him.

“I’m not a good person. I’m no better than…” he seemed to plead this at you, then let go of your chin with a sigh.

It made no sense to you. How could he think he was a bad person. How could he even think to start to compare himself to Blue like that.

You shook your head.

“You could never be like him Mingi. He *killed* people.” you shuddered. “I-” you paused. “I’m sorry I kissed you. You’re going through a lot, we both are.”

His eyes suddenly widened and now both his hands were on your face.

“No!” he almost shouted. “Fuck.”

You were being held now close enough that you could just ever so slightly lean forward and brush your lips against his again.

“I shouldn’t do this.” He whispered, you could feel the soft breath of his voice against your skin.

You closed your eyes for a moment and felt a warm wave wash over you. He was so perfect and beautiful, and he was hurting so badly.

You had no idea what was really going on inside of him. If you did maybe you wouldn’t be doing this. Maybe you would’ve agreed. But, then again, when the morals were put aside, neither of you could deny that not only did you both want this but…

“Mingi please. You have no idea how many years I’ve wanted you, and I know you want me too.” you finally felt the words you’d carried for a long time lift from your chest, they were a weight gone that you’d always thought you’d die with.

He froze again, processing likely. His lips muttered something silently. You figured he was thinking on how he also had been ready to die with the thoughts he’d kept of you. Like you, he had probably decided that he would settle for the small glances and giggles, and the miniscule flirtatious exchanges that Blue had always seemed to let slide.

Neither of you had ever thought anything would come of this.

But, neither of you had ever wanted anything more.

It was Mingi’s turn to put his lips to yours.

All the air in your body seemed to leave as he almost pounced on you, pressing your back to the couch and roughly hooking one of your legs around his waist.

You were swirling with the feelings of arousal and surprise. You felt a throb between your legs. Yes. If you could have anything in the world it would be this.

It would be him.

The way his pillowy lips moved against yours contrasted so starkly in comparison to Blue’s sloppy uncontrolled kisses. Mingi kissed you like he was tasting his favorite food, savouring each moment and letting you melt into his mouth.

You had a hand tangled in his hair, his scruffy orange locks gave you quite a good handful to grip onto and you pulled his head to the side, putting your lips to the soft skin of his neck and parting your lips to suck.

He growled out at the feeling and started to grind himself against you. Through the thin fabric of his pants you could feel the throbbing length of his cock start to grow against your leg.

He continued to hump into you, pressing you into the couch as he did and moving himself so that you could grind yourself against his leg in return.

You gasped out almost instantly when you felt his muscular thighs press into you. You began to reflexively roll your hips against him, hoping to find some relief to the now aching need growing.

When your lips had left his neck, they gifted him with a beautiful purple mark on his skin. You smiled at your artwork and gave it a quick peck.

Mingi chuckled and brought his lips back to yours, giving you some more perfectly placed kisses.

He then winced and let out a hiss. He’d started to move his injured hand down to where your bodies were still moving against each other desperately. In the heat of the moment he’d forgotten his injury. Shaking his head at himself he bit his lower lip and moved himself so that he could get his good hand between your legs.

He pressed two fingers against the outside of your shorts and rubbed a few times, giving you a mischievous smile as he noticed your eyes start to roll back at his touch.

He walked his fingers up to the button of your shorts, not taking long with getting it undone and unzipping them in one firm pull.

Mingi leaned down and nipped at your lower lip causing you to squeak and giggle. His eyes sparkled back down at you,

He then moved himself to the side to get his hand in a better position, have his fingers start to tickle and play at the hem of your panties.

You felt a warm shiver bring goosebumps to the top of your skin. You smiled up at him in amazement at his affect on you.

He also didn’t miss the effect he was having as he started to slide his fingers below that line.

It felt like a lifetime of waiting.

This.

The thing that had made it worth pushing through those jobs. That made you keep building and growing even after everything you’d been through in your life.

Him.

The person who held your heart so tightly when he hadn’t even known it, his eyes that held so many captured memories of you.

Whether it was letting his eyes linger too long on the way smoke would fall from your lips as you’d stand lookout smoking your second cigarette. The first one was always on the way there for the nerves of getting to the job.

You snapped back to the moment when Mingi’s finger pressed firmly on your clit and started to circle.

You moaned out a soft hum and let your head fall back into the couch.

Mingi hummed back a pleasure filled soft groan in a response to your noises, and moved his finger down to gather some of the now dripping wetness from your entrance and bring it back up to your clit, swirling it around in circles coating you in your own wetness.

Your hips bucked up into his hand, but he pressed you back down firmly.

“Stay still baby. Let me.” He ordered, his hand now flat and held heavy to keep you from moving. “Are you gonna stay still?” he started the ever so slightly wiggle his fingers. The small movement causing you to want nothing more to jerk your hips up again, but you obeyed. You wanted nothing more than to please him now that you finally had him.

“Yes!” You desperately gasped out.

Mingi’s eyes were wild and while there were pained memories behind them, in the front, in this moment was lust. You could see glazed over and excited eyes hungrily scanning and making their way from where his hand was in your shorts, and where your lips parted as you moaned for him.

He pushed you further and further towards the high he was taking you to. Taking turns between dipping his fingers into your soaking hole and bringing them back up to flick over your clit at a relentless pace.

“I-I’m close.” You gasped out.

He dropped his forehead to yours, and gave you a few encouraging pecks on the cheek.

“Please.” he moaned, begging to feel you cum under his fingers.

You felt him pick up his pace, his fingers rubbing against you now just where you needed them.

You bit down on your lip and tossed your head back, moaning and uttering out a mix of swears and Mingi’s name.

“Damn…” He whispered, his fingers still on you, now just slowly sliding over your sensitive nub as you twitched under him. He gradually slowed his pace until he was lifting his hand out from your shorts, letting you come down from your orgasm.

You felt pure bliss and happiness. There was nothing in the world besides Song Mingi.

He was now standing up and lifting his hoodie quickly up over his head.

You’d actually never seen him shirtless. You’d always wondered and imagined…

When his shirt would slip up occasionally and you’d catch a glimpse you swore you’d get so light headed you’d end up on the floor.

So this? For him to be standing in front of you, taking his shirt off and almost presenting himself to you with a cocky smirk.

You were lucky you were already laying down.

He tossed his hoodie and the shirt under it off to the side, now standing in front of you in only his pants that hung far too low on his hips.

His tongue darted out quickly to wet his lower lip.

“Yeah?” He looked down at himself then back up to you.

As if he needed to ask. How could you not find him sexy. Every inch of him he’d revealed seemed to be just as effortlessly sexy as the rest of him. You wouldn’t have expected anything less, but that definitely didn’t stop it from taking your breath away.

“Fuck yes.” you nodded in approval, giving him an obvious look up and down.

“Yeah, I thought so.” he smiled as he hopped back on top of you on the couch.

He slipped his hand back into your pants for a moment and rubbed you a little more, collecting some of your wetness on his fingers and bringing it up to your lips.

“Open.” he whispered his command, his eyes were heavy lidded and almost in a trance now staring at your lips with unwavering attention.

You parted them just enough for him to push his two fingers inside. He slid them on your tongue and you closed your lips tightly around them, flicking your tongue along as you took your lips from the base of his fingers up to the tip.

He took a sharp breath in that caught in his throat, and he moved his hips needily against you hoping to find some relief for his very apparent hardness pressed to your center now.

“I want you Mingi. I’ve always wanted you.” You spoke as he sat back on his heels on the couch to pull your shorts and panties off. He held one of your legs up after your clothes had been tossed aside and rested it on his shoulder.

He pressed the gentlest kiss you’d ever felt right above your ankle, then trailed his lips all the way down your leg, making you shudder and tremble at every touch.

“Mingi…” you moaned out when his lips hovered near your still dripping lips between your legs. He didn’t stay there though, he kept moving himself up, pulling up your shirt as he left more kisses on your skin.

Your stomach twitched, getting slightly ticklish at the feeling as he kissed near your sides.

Pulling up the fabric of your shirt further left him now with another barrier still as he reached your bra.

His hands made a quick job of unhooking your bra and fully tossing the rest of your clothes aside. His burn still wrapped but the pain apparently ignored and pushed aside by his want.

He excitedly breathed out a “There.” and dove his head down taking one of your nipples into his mouth and flicking the tip of his tongue.

“Fuck!” You hissed out, your hands shooting to his hair and holding him close to you.

“Sensitive nipples baby?” He pulled his mouth off you just slightly to speak.

“Mmm.” Was your only reply, and you tried to push his head back down onto you, needing to feel him more. He delivered exactly what you wanted with a breathy chuckle, making your nipple back into his mouth, his good hand was on your other breast, now taking that nipple between two fingers and lightly pinching.

You yelped out and squirmed with pleasure under his touch.

“Fuck me already Mingi!” you almost growled, grabbing his hair and pulling his head off of you and facing you.

You didn’t think you could take another second without feeling him inside of you.

His hand left your tits and scurried to the hem of his pants at your order. His eyes were excited and surprised at your intensity, but he seemed to be extremely turned on by it, and started to comply with your request right away.

He seemed to sigh with relief as he pulled his pants down and let his cock spring free. He took himself in his hand and moved a few shallow pumps around the base of his shaft before moving to position himself at your hole.

“I’ve imagined this so many times…” he whispered, pausing and moving the head of his cock up and down against you. Your hips seemed to move up towards him on their own power, hearing that like you he’d imagined this moment over and over was music to your ears.

“Fuck me now Mingiiii” you whined out.

Finally he lowered his head to rest next to yours, burying himself in your neck and burying his cock fully into you in the same motion.

You gasped out at the sudden feeling.

He didn’t wait long before moving. Your walls clenched around him as he picked up his pace and your nails were scraping against his back before you knew it.

You hooked both of your legs around his waist giving him a position to move deeper inside of you. He took what you gave him and started to pound into you at a pace that had you unable to hold back your moans, they had now turned almost to screams of pleasure.

Mingi made his own beautiful noises, grunts and groans that you’d be committing to memory forever.

You wished that this moment could last forever..

But, as he started to roll his hips into you now at the most desperate and careless pace so far, you knew he was close to his finish.

“y/n…” he whined out needily before biting down on your shoulder and thrusting himself into a few more rough times.

You could feel the warmness of his cum filling you up as he stilled. He gasped out a soft “F-fuck” as his cock twitched and emptied every last drop that you were milking out of him, slowly moving your hips while he reveled in the moment of his orgasm.

He pulled out of you and rolled to his side next to you, clutching you tightly and bringing you to his chest. His eyes shut and he was muttering something too quiet to hear against the top of your head.

He looked so peaceful, and happy, like a man who’d never been touched by all the cruel things that this world had to offer. Like a Mingi that you wished could stay with you for the rest of your life.

Like the Mingi you wished that he really was.

The second cigarette was while you stood waiting, it was for the nerves of Mingi’s safety.

Every time that goofy smiling man went into one of the buildings your crew was told to show at, you feared for his life.

You’d never asked him or Blue why they got onto Crimson Rexcruit. It was sort of customary not to ask. They’d never asked you why you joined.

You wouldn’t have minded if they did. It was pretty simple for you. You wanted money, and you didn’t really have many skills, but you craved shiny things.

Blue seemed to fall into the same boat as you, he loved all of the flashy and pretty things that came with the money crime brought in, and all of his talents aligned well with this line of work.

Mingi though you never understood.

Why would such a sweet, well mannered and kind person take up a life of stealing and...whatever else it was he did that you didn’t want to think about when he went into jobs.

You didn’t like to watch in on him, keeping your eyes to the outside, making sure you could tip the crew off if things seemed off or cops were on their way.

That didn’t mean you weren’t curious, curious about the man that Mingi turned into that would get him to force a cashier to hand over their entire store’s safe.

Did he scream? You’d never heard him scream…

Not before today that was.

Did he threaten them?

Did he always bring that gun…

“Mingi?” you asked softly to the man nuzzling his head against you. You reached out to play with a few strands of his hair.

“Yes?” he mumbled into you.

*Ask him why he brought the gun…*

“Where do you think Blue is…”

Mingi’s body tensed up, he stopped nuzzling against you.

“I-” he bit down hard on his lower lip and shut his eyes. “Can’t we just have this moment?”

*of course we can. Please let's stop this and just have this moment*

“No...I need to know Mingi.” your voice spoke.

He slowly sat up, pulling himself back into his pants. You sat up with him, tugging a knit blanket that was hanging from the back of the couch and wrapping yourself in it. It was itchy against your skin, but you’d shivered the moment Mingi’s touch left you.

“Y/n…” His hands were balled into tight fists, you were scared he might break a finger.

*Tell him it's okay. Tell him he doesn’t need to worry about this right now.*

“Please Mingi, tell me what happened...all of it.” your voice spoke sternly.

Mingi’s head snapped right to you, and he let the words just fly out.

“I shot him. He’s dead, I shot him.” his tone was emotionless but his hands were shaking so hard…

*reach out and grab him*

“You...what…” your voice was wavering now.

“I went to grab the gun from him after he shot the two men...I- it happened so fast...we were both screaming...I was telling him to give it to me and somehow we got on the ground…” now he was falling apart, choking on every word. “He had the gun pointed to my fucking head. He had his finger on the fucking trigger and he said ‘They told me I could kill all of you and walk out of here, you owe me your life asshole’ he screamed it and...I wasn’t even thinking.” He buried his hands in his hair and tugged down hard. “Damnit.” he muttered “I turned it on him, then I grabbed it and fucking turned it on him...and just...shot…”

You were like a statue in place, your blood might have even stopped flowing, your heart definitely stopped beating.

That...didn’t sound like Mingi.

Mingi would’ve thrown away the gun.

“Wh-” You trembled, not able to bring out anything more.

“You don’t understand what it's like when you’re in there y/n.” he sucked in a wavering breath, trying to collect himself but speaking in a raspy voice. “It’s like you’re in survival mode...things in your brain work a bit differently...um” he shook his head, “that's not an excuse. Fuck. Fuck” Mingi grabbed a television remote from the table next to him and threw it at the wall angrily, it hit and split into a few pieces, the batteries flying across the other side of the room.

‘ *Hold him. Please. Let me reach out and hold him* ‘

“I can’t even look at you…” your voice muttered.

‘ *no…let me look at him a little longer* ‘

“I feel like I’m gonna be sick…” your voice spoke again.

Everything was spinning and you couldn’t bring yourself to look at anything but your hands in your lap.

‘ *not yet, not yet,* ‘

“Y/n. I’m so...fucking sorry. Dammit he was my best friend. How do you think I feel?” his broken voice rang in your ears, yet you still didn’t look up at him.

A loud clock started to tick in your ears, it thumped louder than your heart was beating in your chest.

‘ *not yet, please not yet,* ‘

If you could do anything to turn back time…

To change things, to make this moment anything but what it was…

‘ *Tell him you love him.* ‘

Louder than everything you’d heard today was the knock on the door, and the voice that yelled out.

“Police! Open up! You’re surrounded!”

You turned to face Mingi in horror, watching as he snapped into action running to the kitchen and grabbing the gun from the drawer he’d stashed it in.

“Mingi wait you don’t have to-” You gasped out, grabbing his arm as he rushed frantically back into the living room with you.

He looked crazed, an opposite man to the one cuddled to your side only moments ago.

*Ask him why he brought the gun*

He nervously fumbled with the safety on the gun and then turned to you.

“Get the fuck in the other room.” He was serious and stern, his eyes were pleading.

‘*Let me stay with him. Please. Please.*’

The voice outside the door yelled out again.

“We’re coming in!” It boomed out in warning.

“I said GO!” Mingi screamed, his whole body shaking with the force of his words.

There was a crash of something hitting the front door.

You had your eyes on Mingi, and he had his wide nervous eyes on the door as he raised his gun, held it out in front of him towards where the noise had come from.

And time stood still.

The world went quiet. All except for a sob that ripped through your throat as you fell to your knees.

“PLEASE!” you screamed out. Finally the voice that had been in your head begging to be let out was speaking. “Mingi I love you!”

He was still frozen, holding the gun out in front of him. In front of him the door was hung in mid air, it had been busted through by the police and you could see the start of a leg that had begun to push its way into the house before everything stopped.

“Let me tell him I love him.” your hands were pressed to the floor grasping at nothing as you sobbed.

A voice echoed in the room.

“You know we can only let you do things that were in your memories.”

“I know...but can’t we try?” you pleaded, staring at the ceiling, not quite sure where to direct your attention.

“No, It's impossible.” it spoke in monotone.

You took one last look at the beautiful troubled man in front of you, studying every last image, photographing his eyes, his lips, his hands, even though they were clutching that gun.

The gun that you will never even at your dying breath be able to figure out why he had on him that day.

You’d hoped to also find a bit of clarity here for that.

But, like it had been all your life, it would stay a mystery to you.

It seemed like you’d only blinked and you were back in a blindingly white room.

The beeping of monitors clicked everywhere around you.

“Hello y/n. Welcome back.” The voice from inside the room spoke to you. It belonged to a man in a white coat who stood over you now.

He reached down to your arm and started to check the chords and tubes you were hooked up to.

Your arm…

You looked down to see the wrinkled and aged skin that had seen many many years after that day, but had never forgotten what it felt like to touch Mingi.

Mingi had died that day, almost seconds after that last moment you saw him. The police had seen the gun in his hands and there was no hesitation.

You had cowered on the ground beside him, holding him as long as you could.. It had taken two officers to pull you off of his body.

“I’m sorry that It didn’t get to be everything you wanted…” The doctor spoke, his hand hovering over a blue button. “Are you still ready?”

Was it everything you wanted?

No...not quite.

But life never really was. That didn’t make the good parts any less enjoyable.

“Yes. I’m ready. I got to see his face one last time.”

The doctor nodded, “You’ve had a hell of a life y/n.”

You felt a warm smile grow on your face and you shut your eyes, relaxing back into your bed.

Mingi’s body melting smile flashed one last time in your mind.

“Yeah, I really have.”

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sweetchup · 5 years ago

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Hi!! If your ask box is open, could I get a fluffy kurapika x reader? Just something very gentle and soft and maybe some cuddles bc kurapika deserves lots of loving!! Thank you so much!!

Wild Berry Pie

Type: Kurapika x Reader

Au?: None

Word Count: 2,300+

Warnings: None

“Hold on what?!?” You shout; surprise. Hold up, Why should you be surprised? This was Kurapika you were talking about. But seriously? You were going to scold your boyfriend so hard for only sleeping a total of 15 hours this whole week, getting himself injured (thankfully he could heal himself but still), working himself to death and, on top of that, this was all after recovering from a really bad sickness.

Melody hushes you as the other patrons of the cafe turn and glare at you. You let out a small squeak of an apology at them before returning to sipping on your drink, all the while mumbling, “Kurapika… what the heck were you thinking...”

“I’m sorry (y/n)-Chan. I didn’t mean to get you worked up, I just wanted to let you know.”

You look at Melody in front of you, the woman was looking down at her drink in shame. She knew it wasn’t her fault that Kurapika wasn’t taking care of himself but she felt bad for not telling one of her closest friends and Kurapika’s girlfriend, (y/n), sooner. You shake your head, giving a small smile. “Please It’s not your fault he’s acting this way. I’ve been gone for a while and I shouldn’t have left in the first place, I mean I kind of expected this. He’s practically been out of it since York New. Plus, on top of that, he has the amount of stress Nostrade is putting on him due to Neon losing her Nen.”

Melody gives a smile at the girl in front of her. No wonder Kurapika was in love with her. (Y/n) was not only pretty on the outside but also on the inside. Her voice was so soft and heartwarming, it could calm the harshest of storms and also act like a nice warm campfire on a cold bitter night. The smile (y/n) produced, even the smallest of ones, was practically contagious and definitely lit up a room. And her heart, oh her heart, produced such a loving melody. It sung with all her compassion for her comrades, friends and even the well-being of some strangers.

She practically was the light of hope in Kurapika’s life. The small thing that he knew could give him some purpose after all his revenge plans were done. Sure, it would be hard for him, very hard in fact, to figure something out when everything’s all done. But he knew that (y/n) would be there right next to him, never ever thinking of leaving him behind.

“Oh, (y/n)-Chan are you okay?” Melody says concerned as you suddenly stand up. You look at the women in the eyes, yours gleaming with determination.

“I know exactly what to do! Kurapika has an early shift tonight and a late one tomorrow so I’ll make him something special tonight. To get him to relax.”

Melody giggles. Oh how kind you were. “That would be perfect (y/n)-Chan.”

Ecstatic, (y/n) pays for their drinks, giving melody a small ‘thank you' and waves as she rushes out the door. Melody waves back before returning to her drink. Looking at the tea cup, she starts thinking back, back to York New, back to the Nostrade Mansion, Back to the hunter exam, back to that one tragic night and finally thinking of now, on how thankful she was of (y/n) and —

Melody is suddenly startled out of her thoughts as (y/n) slides to the table, almost slipping past her. The girl is clearly tired since she is sweaty and out of breath. Melody blinks a couple of times, unsure of what happened to (y/n).

“M-melody? Do you happen—happen to have the keys to the dorms-s”

Melody blinks some more before breaking out in laughter. Oh how silly (y/n) could be.

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“And…. Done!”

You let out a sigh and stretch your back. It was hard work getting all this done but it was definitely worth it. Putting your hand on your hips you take in the living room in front of you. The Tv was on with a classic comedy movie, ready to be started. Part of the floor and coach was covered head to toe in different blankets, stuffed animals and pillows to lounge on. Then there was the coffee table, which held many sweets, snacks and drinks and finally the main course of it all….

“(Y-y/n)?” A voice says behind you. Spinning around you see Kurapika taking his shoes off with his bag dropped on the floor. He looked amazed as he looked at the set up in front of him.

“Surprise!” You shout, running up to your boyfriend and giving him a hug. Pulling away you boop his nose, “I thought you needed it especially after I heard you weren’t taking care of yourself. Hmph! How many times do I have to tell you to get a good amount of sleep?!”

Kurapika lets out a small smile at you. “Sorry I’ve been very bus—“

“No buts Mister kurapika” you say, poking his chest. “You're so stubborn sometimes. That’s why I have to come and make you chillax~.”

He lets out a small chuckle as you pull him towards the pile of pillows. Though he soon takes your hand off his arm before you can make him sit. “I’m sorry you had to go through so much trouble but I actually have to get some work done.”

“W-What? Did you not hear what I just said?!” You say. Kurapika looks away from you. This idiot. You bring your hands up to his face, forcing him to look at you. “Kurapika you need to rest. You—“

“(Y/n) I’m sorry I need to get this done.” He says in a firm voice, pulling your hands off his face as he walks away. He was longer playing around and you knew if you continued you could anger him. Clenching your teeth you raised your voice a little bit.

“Kurapika if this is about the spiders it can wait!”

He snaps his head around.

“Excuse me?” He says with a dangerous low voice.

“I said if this is about the spiders it can w—“

“What do you know? Huh?!” Kurapika says furious. He stalks towards you and backs you up against the wall. You choke up as you lock eyes with his scarlet ones, “You still have everything! Your family! Your childhood! Your best friend! I got mine all taken away. What do—“

“I DON’T!” You shout. Stopping him dead in his tracks as he sees a tear go down your face. He was so exhausted and out of it that he had taken his anger out on you. This wasn’t right and he knew he needed to calm down. Wiping the tears off your face you continue, “I don’t understand. I don’t think I ever will but I don’t want you to end up destroying yourself!”

“That’s not your job (y/n). It’s non—“

“It is because I love you. It’s my job as your girlfriend, your lover, to look after your well being Kurapika! I would be a horrible one if I didn’t ever try.”

Both of you are silent for a second after your final outburst. A thick awkward silence. You and Kurapika like to deal with your problems through discussions so this was quite rare for you two to have an argument. Even if this one was small, you didn’t know how to react or feel. When you gulped or took a breath too long you felt like you were adding to the tension by making too much noise. You go to apologize but Kurapika cuts you off by giving you a small kiss on the forehead. “I know you do. I just... you know it’s my goal to avenge them, you know?”

Wrapping his arms around you, Kurapika pulls you into a hug. The soft scent of cologne on him fills your senses, making you relax.

After a couple of minutes you two pull away and both give each other a small smile.

“We both lost our cool huh?” Kurapika says, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Yeah.” You say quietly, “Can you take a small break though? Just for tonight? I’m just concerned you’ll get hurt or sick again.”

Kurapika sighs and thinks for a second. He decides it was ok to take a break for just one night, he nods his head in affirmation. Smiling, you mischievously tackle him onto the coach. Kurapika groans as you land and peck his cheek.

“Ugh you are heavy. Get off” He says; jokingly.

Your mouth falls open in surprise. “Excuse me?!”

Determined to get back at him for the insult you cuddle him closer and attack his face with kisses. Kurapika, his face bright red, tries to move away from your barrage of affection. You let out a giggle as you pull away, you had completely forgotten you had put on a little lipstick so he had many stained kiss marks all over him. Even one smudge on the corner of his lips.

He raises an eyebrow as you use a phone and take a picture of him. Laughing you turn it around, showing him. Letting out a groan he covers his face, embarrassed.

“(Y/n)!” Kurapika whines, “Delete that!”

“No~~” You whine back, leaning yourself onto his chest.

For the next hour, you two enjoyed each other's presence. Laughing with mouths full of popcorn at the cheeky comedy. Creating small talk, well attempting, while chewing on some toffee. Sharing sweet small kisses and loving stares in between the movie scenes. It was a wonderful and perfect night.

Lightly, you groom your fingers through Kurapika’s soft golden locks as he lays asleep on your stomach. You felt relieved that the Kurta male is sleeping and will hopefully no longer be exhausted when he wakes up. Speaking of Kurta, you look at the covered dish in the center of the table. You didn’t reveal the main course of tonight to him. You sigh. Oh well, you can’t do much about it now.

“What’s wrong, habib albi?” Kurapika mumbles into your shirt.

“O-oh I thought you were asleep.” You say, blushing. You were a sucker for Kurapika talking in his native tongue, even though you only understood some of the simple things. It especially made you melt when it came to him calling you pet names or giving you small compliments. He once told you your pet name ‘habib albi’ roughly translated to ‘love of my heart’.

He hums and sits up. “Don’t change the subject.”

You sigh, standing up. Walking over to the coffee table. “Ok but don’t freak out, ok?”

Grabbing a hold of the cover, you lift it up. Revealing a pie underneath.

“(Y-y/n) is that-t?”

“I know you don’t like me looking through your stuff from your village but I remember you mentioning that your mother used to make you your favorite Wild Berry Pie whenever you were stressed. So I thought It counted as an exception.”

You suddenly feel Kurapika pull you into his lap. Looking up you see Kurapika with a small smile along with a couple of stray tears rolling down his face.

“K-kurapika I’m sorry! I didn’t mean for you to be upset.” You reach up and carefully wipe the tears off his face. He soon stops you.

“I’m not. Don’t worry habib albi, I’m not.” He squeezes you closer to him, “I’m actually happy. How did you do it though?”

“Oh! Umm I took one of the old dictionaries you had and looked through the Kurta recipe books until I found the Wild Berry Pie. It’s not exact since we don’t have the same ingredients as the Lukso Province but I got it as close as I could.”

“Ah I see. That sounds very hard to do.” Kurapika says chuckling.

“Yeah it was” You say, leaning over and sighing as you remember the grueling three hours it took to figure out and make. You suddenly sit up, “A-ah do you want me to grab you a slice?”

Kurapika nods his head and you excitedly get up and cut a slice. You had taken so much time in it you wanted it to be perfect. As you lifted it and put it on a plate you sighed, relieved. It had come out perfect. Due to the cover, the pie was still warm and fresh, the right time to eat it at. The crust was a perfect golden color and thankfully not soggy. The wild assortment of berries you added had started to ooze out onto the plate, leaving a nice purple-reddish trail and a pleasant aroma.

You felt proud of your accomplishment and sat back in kurapika’s lap. Now was the ultimate test. Handing him a fork, you watch in grueling anticipation as he takes a bite. Blankly he slowly chews and swallows, causing you to gulp. You messed it up didn’t you? He finally turns and looks at you. Finally, he gives you a wide smile, the first big smile in a while.

“My 'um would be proud.”

You let out a loud ‘yay’ in happiness and kurapika holds you close. You were beyond the moon in happiness that he had said his mom would be proud of your pie. Your pie!

“(Y/n)” You look towards Kurapika’s call to see a fork in front of your face, holding a piece of the pie, “Say ahh~”

You open your mouth and he feeds you the piece. Chewing, you moan at the taste. It was absolutely delicious. Each berry was exploding with a unique flavor. Which ends up creating a sweet blend with the right bit of tartness.

Looking up at Kurapika, you watch as he takes another bite. All the while still smiling. Tonight and every other date were amazing but nothing and you mean nothing was as perfect as seeing this. Kurapika with a wide smile on his face.

You would definitely have to make this pie again.

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gladiasama · 4 years ago

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idk why I wrote that lol it just passed through my mind so I here I am lol

(i continue to say that English is not my first language so there are going to be grammar mistakes or other things like that lol)

fluffy moments or something like that idk that title is too long: dorm leaders edition!!

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riddle rosehearts🌹

he is so shy everytime he is kissing you!!

riddle always has scarlet cheeks but not the same as when he is furious about the 1st year's shenanigans. no it is more like pretty and pink flushed cheeks and oh great seven, he looks so cute.

if you are taller than him, he may try to tiptoed with his high heel shoes and just crossing his arms around your neck or just pulling you by your clothes in order to kiss you.

if you are smaller or about the same height as him, he'll just kissing you slowly and passionately while his hands are holding yours and his thumbs moving on circles against your palms.

but don't forget: only in private. he has a reputation to keep.

he is the cutest little bean you have ever seen if you make out after a long and tiring day, when he had to scream more than 10 times "OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!!" because you know, dorm leader's priorities and jobs. just hug him and kiss his cheeks and forehead, he will be happy :)

he is just so cute dmksjduwi let me kiss him please.

adores all your pastries and food you make for him. his heart will always make a back flip while you tell him that you cook something to eat together.

he is working so hard so give him pastries make of strawberries, they are his favourite.

baby boy is always fond of you, as kalim, he'll try to support you in whatever you do!! do the same for him, because of his past, he didn't have any possibilities to do what he wanted to do... support him, hug him, spoon him (he wants to be the big spoon but in reality, he is the little one because he gets so flustered about your affection)

not too much affection in public, so only in private. expect chenya, cater and ace snicker in his back while he is looking at you with loving eyes. trey is smiling while deuce doesn't really know how to react lol so innocent.

during unbirthday party, he might push slowly the back of your back and putting his hand near your waist while showing you where to sit to eat pastries.

conclusion: a cutie only for you.

leona kingscholar🦁

oooh dude I hope you are ready for this man.

he can be the most passionate kisser or he gives the laziest kisses you will receive in your life.

he'll always have the control of the kiss but try to be reckless!! if you manage to find the best moment to slowly rub his ears while laying in his bed, he'll melt.

his tail is constantly grabbing your wrist or just rolls around your arms, hands, thighs or waist. he has no shame so except some kisses in public but not in front of certain people (*cough*malleus*cough). the same as riddle, he has a reputation to keep.

no difference if you are smaller or taller or the same height as him, just kiss grumpy man.

lazy kiss. lazy kiss. lazy kiiiiiss. after a nap at school or in bed, if your lips brush one one of his ear, it will twitch as many times as you do it. just expect him pulling you down and licking you face, you know lion thing or cat thing idk.

will look at you fondly while you take care of cheka.

but if you point out it to him, he'll look at you with a disgusted expression while cheka has sparkles in his eyes.

unfortunately, cheka tells to his papa that his oji-tan has finally find someone!!so when leona goes during holidays to the afterglow savannah, farena will make a celebration about it and will ask to his little bro to bring you one day!! blabla marriage. blabla party to celebrate it nanana.

leona threatens his family to throw farena from a certain climb lol if he doesn't stop.

if you want to help ruggie, cook for him but no vegetables because he is so picky :/

will say it is a tolerable meal but oh boy he is screaming in his head because you cook for him he is falling for you again and again

the best meal he ever has.

he takes the best nap while laying next to you or even better: his head on your thighs. pet his hair and rub circles around his ears and maybe, I say mayyyybe if he is in a good mood, he would purr. his tail would wag and tap a certain rhythm but don't worry, baby is happy.

but if you and leona manage to hear ruggie's particular 'shishishi', leona would wake up in one second and would run after donut boy in order to end up his life.

poor ruggie.

azul ashengrotto🐙

oooh baby octopus boy.

he has one condition about kisses: not in public. after all, he is one of the seven powerful dorm leaders of Night Raven College!! as riddle and leona and many others, he has a reputation to keep. moreover, he doesn't want to be laughed at by a certain duo of twins eels, who would never miss an opportunity to flustered azul:)

however, in private (in his room or the VIP room idk), praise him like you never praise someone before, pepper his face with little smooches and soft kisses and pat his hair. even if his cheeks are redder than riddle hair and some tiny tears begin to appeared at the corner of his eyes, don't stop. he trusts you so much that he accepts to show you his most fragile sides. ily azul urggg

just, don't make fun of him, he already has jade and floyd to do that lol these rats.

and don't forget to pat azul's head 3 times a day or he will pout lol

don't be afraid to spoon him, taller or smaller, just kiss him if both of you want it (it is important to ask and to be ok with it!!)

tell him he does a good job when he things that he is just useless (no you are not baby). even if he looks confident while doing jobs and contracts in mostro lounge, he panics easily when something he didn't think about appears.

don't judge him when his face is wet by tears and ink when he is in octopus form. expect jade or floyd calling you when azul refuses to leave his pot because of an unknown reason.

just reassure him and show him that he can trust you.

he trusts you so much that he cries harder while hugging you like his life depends on you.

too much affection and love to give for one person lol drown him with your love :D

kalim al asim☀️

my babyyyy sunshiiine :D

you don't ever have the time to propose him to give him a kiss that he is already throwing himself to you.

I hope that you don't hold anything into your arms or hands because now you are holding kalim.

everytime he sees you, expect kisses and cuddle lol

you wake up, kalim is kissing your cheeks. preparing to school or attending to? forehead kisses!! you eat and some food crust is at the corner of your mouth? oh boy smooching time!! goodnight kisses, good marks kisses, pain pain go away kisses when you injure yourself!!

I'm such a simp for him wth.

also expect him to always looking at you in classes or just whenever you are with him.

it is such a problem for jamil because he has to scold kalim and watch him at the same time because he is too occupied to focus on you :)

night adventures on his flying carpet are great!! will always give you his big and fluffy cardigan if you're feeling cold or if you just want him to roll himself in your arms while sitting between your legs.

he is so cute and is your biggest fan of whatever you do.

food date!! kalim takes you to scarabia to eat some good food that jamil makes. no, kalim is forbidden to approach the kitchen because he may destroy the dorm by accident just by trying to cook something for you. poor jamil dear.

will eat everything you cook for him and treats you as the best cook ever. don't tell jamil.

loves studying rendezvous, he helps you understand some lessons and you do the same for him. however it is complicated for the both of you to stay concentrated: kalim bright smile is charming you (there is only one sun in the universe and it is kalim *point a gun to the 'sun'*) and kalim has some difficulties to look at the text you are explaining, his eyes are only looking at you, his darling.

dance with you during his parties and if you are too tired or too shy to dance in front of everyone, go go in the carpet!! dancing in the middle of the night while jamil is screaming after kalim to come back because he can't see him from where he is. poooooor jamil let me kiss you bby-

looking at you with heart eyes is one of his favourite activities.

vil schoenheit💅🏻

good luck if you want a kiss from him. every mornings, he takes a lot of times to do his fabulous make up so he doesn't want you to ruin everything in less than 10 seconds.

or if you manage to kiss him, it is just a light peck on the lips or cheek. nothing too hard only if he wants to leave a lipstick stain on you ;)

as the others (less kalim of course), private moments are the best. here, in in his room after washing his face and after doing his routine, just lay in bed with him and cuddle time!!

loves to do your make up!! he will do your eyeliner while you're laying in his bed lol

difficult to have a full moment of intimacy at pomefiore. I won't give name but a hunter here seems to spy on you, hidden in trees when you forget to close the curtains.

I guess that his walls are now full of pictures of vil and you lol the 2 most beautiful persons for him

you try to convince vil to give more liberties to epel, since the queen has to take care of his precious potato instead of some ugly ones lol

don't pay attention to the potatoes who ask for his autograph or selfies when you walk together. he is super famous after all

but if you are jealous about it or some fans are too much intrusive or too sticky and still following you, just kiss him languidly. he doesn't matter anymore if his make up is on your face, he will leave you breathless while you can hear some 'kyyyya!!' behind you.

might be flustered lol he will blush

eheh you are his only love

sweet and fluffy moments are the best with him, just shopping, scrolling together on magicam, experimenting new make up or hairstyles,... everything is better together!!

make him some food low in calories but still sweet and yummy, he will melt right away:)

vil darling is super cute wtf.

idia shroud💀

imagine that this boy is naturally flustered, shy and attracted by you just by standing or looking at him, then imagine his reaction when you kiss him?

be patient and comprehensive with him. it is not that easy to kiss the one you love even if you believe and put your trust in that person. everyone has to go to their own rhythm so please respect that!!

once, he feels ready to kiss you, cup his cheeks and give him the softest kiss that you can give. his hair will bright a scarlet red while his pale cheeks will take a pretty red colour that he could make riddle faints. poor little bean.

show him that he can trust you and be natural in your company. he'll be so moved of how you treat him so gently.

he is a big sweetheart, please treat him gently or you will die by my hands.

videogames night date!! will invite you to come to his room while ortho is looking for sweets and junk food to eat tonight!! baby is so excited to have a night with his onii-chan and you that his eyes can't stop twinkling and idia even has to calm his down if ortho doesn't want to explode (I hope he won't).

say that you have cooked something for him and his heart will doki doki while he is screaming and stuttering some incomprehensible things. oh no, now the fire alarm is making a high noise but not so high as idia of course.

always thinks about couple date cosplay!! nosebleed if you manage to cosplay in his favourite character. you were his second husbando/waifu but now you officially are the first one!!

he has never be so happy since you are with him so please treat him so well.

(+he even makes a list to azul to explain why you are the best lover ever.)

(++ortho tells their family about you, I swear they cry and scream when they learn that their shy, introverted and otaku son has finally find someone so caring and loving as you.)

malleus draconia🐉

malleus chuckles everytime you try to kiss him. indeed, he is probably one of the tallest student in NRC and looks also very intimidating. however, he is the sweetest dragon fae that you have met in your life.

his kisses are so passionate and sweet at the same time!! his hands are holding yours or he caresses your cheeks.

he always try to flustered and teased you. he can't do anything about that, faes love to make so pranks on people! but considering that you are his lover and he is not like a particular little and old fae, he just keep teased you in order to see this beautiful and blushing face of yours~

likes dancing with you, even some easy dances. as long as he can spend time with you, he is genuinely happy.

absolutely loves to go to night walks with you. he will show you the most beautiful places he noticed before coming with you and honestly, he has good choices. the landscapes in twisted wonderland are so magical and incredibly pretty. but malleus can't stop looking at you, he thinks that you are the prettiest thing living in this world. how cheeky of you. lilia is so proud of him.

lilia, sebek and silver are watching you further, hidden behind some bushes. lilia is chuckling and smirking of how much the two of you are so cute while silver is asleep against a tree. sebek is staring and can't stop muttering about how great his waka sama is and how a simple and little human like you could be with malleus. he secretly ships the two of you because you make malleus happy but whatever.

lilia had to hit him at least 6 times because sebek can't stop shouting when malleus takes your hands in his, tucks hair behind you hair, kisses you or just looks at you lovingly.

he has a stomach makes of iron because of lilia's cooking so he will eat whatever you do to him but please, don't bake a cake. he really dislikes cakes. buuuut, if he learns that you can make ice cream or these sort of cake only make of ice cream (I have no idea of what they are called??), surprised pikachu face. will eat a tons until his guards (mainly sebek) tries to explain to him that eating only sweets are not good for his health and that you must NOT give them to the young lord because you can hurt him yada yada yada. malleus makes you run away to ramshackle dorm in order to have peace.

he is just so happy that he finds someone -as strange as you are- that is not afraid of him because of his name or nature. he will cherish you so cherish him with all your heart and soul lol I'm soft.

~~the end~~

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