#I thought I wrote 1000 words

[everylastbird]

I've been thinking of a soulmates style au wherein hualian discover they are soulmates after XL saves HC as a child.

In this AU meeting your soulmate is incredibly rare and very auspicious, so even though HC is a commoner he is recognized as XL's future spouse and taken into the care of the royal family, but sequestered away from XL to maintain decorum. They see each other now and again, and interact during events and gatherings, but otherwise are kept separated. HC is delighted and pines and generally dreams of the day he gets to officially marry XL and be his wife.

(I like to personally use the term 'wife' in danmei specifically to mean 'the spouse that marries into the home of the other', so as he is marrying into XL's home, he would be the bride in this scenario.)

XL ascends, as in canon. Unlike in canon, when a soulmate ascends, so too does your soulmate, and HC ascends with XL.

XL also descends and falls from godhood, as in canon. Ever so magnanimous, JW ~kindly~ allows HC to stay in heaven upon XL's request, as HC didn't break any rules. HC is, however, bound to the heavens, unable to descend to seek out XL.

Centuries pass, and HC becomes known as a God of constancy, faithfulness, and marriage. He is regarded with both awe and pity. Poor HC, who remains loyal to a faithless god of misfortune. Isn't it incredible, how much he is willing and able to endure to uphold the sanctity of his marriage vows? He has a large faction of worshippers, mostly brides and wives in arranged, unhappy marriages, who pray to him for strength.

Few, if any, remember that Xianle fell before HC had the chance to marry XL. That all this time he has remained steadfast and true to his fiancé, rather than his husband. The gods that do look upon him with scorn and judgment. No one expects him to remain loyal to the likes of XL, so who does he think he is putting on this show for?

It doesn't matter what those gods, or even what his worshippers think of him, however. HC is loyal to XL out of love, and devotion. He is not suffering out of obligation. His only pain is that felt by his fiancé, and the pain of separation forced upon him.

And despite what the gods and his worshippers assume, he is not a long-suffering bride who sits and pines for his beloved. While he yearns for the day he can reunite with XL, HC spends his time playing the long-con. After all, is the keeping of house and home not one of the primary roles of any good wife? And the heavens are so steeped in filth. Certainly not worthy of his husband to be.

As for XL, he strives and toils to regain his godhood under the weight of his lost worshippers and the scorn of the gods who once praised him.

More than that, he worries, often, about HC, and his misplaced loyalty. Every now and then XL hears another tale of HC's endless, unshakeable loyalty, but with those tales also come stories of that devotion being nothing more than a shackle. Nothing is ever said of HC's love for his husband, or HC's happiness, only his impressive endurance in the face of obligation to a worthless husband. XL fears that HC is little more than a long suffering would-be bride, held back by XL's mistakes and the fate that bound them together without either of their say.

So XL does his best to regain his godhood, so that he may re-enter heaven and finally free HC from himself for good.

When, after 800 years, XL finally ascends once again, nothing is as he had expected it to be. There is a crowd, but no one is casting judgment or disparaging him. Instead, it seems as though he has ascended amidst the start of a lavish celebration.

As XL stands amidst a sea of joyful revelry, a procession slowly makes its way towards him, and at its end, a bridal sedan.

When the sedan stops before him and a hand moves aside its curtain, XL reaches out to grasp it without thinking. Gently, he leads the bride off of the sedan and onto solid ground.

XL looks up at a veil of opaque crimson silk. He cannot see the face behind it, does not even know, after all this time, what HC would even look like... But in this moment he knows, unquestionably, that this is not just any bride, but his bride.

Part of XL recalls that one of his main reasons to rise to godhood again was to let HC go, to finally allow him freedom from the weight of being tethered to someone like XL. And yet, any thoughts of breaking his vows to HC dry up in his mouth. He has thought of so many ways to say it, so many ways to cut HC loose of him without bringing HC any more pain, but he cannot bring himself to say any of them.

The hand in his grasp turns, and laces their fingers together. His bride's hand is strong, XL observes as though from a distance, unflinching and sure.

"Hello, gege," HC says. His voice is deeper than XL remembers, richer and more vibrant than anything he has experienced for decades, if not centuries. 

"Ah, San Lang, I'm sorry, " he manages to force out through his shock. His laugh is pitchy and uneven even to his own ears. "I'm afraid I'm not quite prepared...!"

"It's okay, gege." A thumb carasses his knuckles tenderly, and XL's throat tightens. "I already have everything ready for us."

[milkbreadtoast]

(random) ngl before i started learning korean i felt like the worst failure of a korean but now i feel like the best failure of a korean (/j) HAHA

like im struggling to speak but least im speaking..!! I feel like I've restored an essential piece of myself that was missing...

[eggshell4bones]

got stressed now i am watching (normal) countdown with pencil in hand. i am Prepared. i hope i know all the letters And numbers that show up. fingers crossed

[chocosvt]

[howlingcommanddo]

Chapters: 4/? Fandom: Captain America (Movies), Captain America - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, James "Bucky" Barnes & Peter Parker Additional Tags: Tumblr, Steve Rogers Needs a Hug, Steve Rogers Feels, Steve Rogers and the 21st Century, Steve Rogers Is Not Okay, Steve Rogers is So Done, Bucky Barnes Recovering, Bucky Barnes Needs a Hug, Bucky Barnes Remembers, Bucky Barnes Is Not Okay, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Spider-Man is a stand up guy, steve is a little predictable Summary:

Steve Roger's finds Tumblr while clearling his mind after a argument with rest of the team about Bucky. Who is Beatstar_Buck and why does he know so much about Steve?

[life-in-winter]

Writing update 2

I finished draft 1.5 of the prologue! And now I have to rewrite almost all of it because it's kind of trash. But I'm surprised and proud of myself of getting this far! Because I've never written fiction this long before. And the quality of my writing improved towards the end as I discovered some knowledge gaps and worked to fix them.

My goal is to rewrite this now so that the quality of the entire chapter is at least on par with the quality of the writing at the end. My standard for me to actually share writing with the world is for it to be better than the worst book I read last year which, believe me, is not an incredible high bar.

[babygurltash]

mentally pouring gasoline on this work document

[gizdathemxel]

*gripping my hands so hard on a young trans persons shoulders that their bones are about to break*

do not log on to 4chan.com. do not get involved in passing olympics. you will always lose. do not put afab/amab* in your bio, that is cisgender society trying to know your “real” gender. you do not exist to please cisgender people. there is no ‘right’ way to be trans. learn your goddamn history, listen to your elders. listen to other disenfranchised groups. listen to intersex people and check yourself for intersexism. listen to trans poc and check yourself for racism. listen to disabled people and check yourself for ableism. be open to learning always. labels are meant to fit you, not the other way around. you are not weird or predatory for simply being attracted to others. you’re fine if you’re not a skinny white twink or a barbie doll. you’re fine if your body is ‘weird’. you’re fine if you don’t have heavy or any dysphoria. it’s okay if you actually don’t want to transition or anything like that. life is worth living at any stage, you deserve to be happy. I SWEAR THAT YOU ARE OKAY!!!!!

*ok editing this bc i think there are some major misunderstandings here and also ignorance on my part so lemme clear the air. when i wrote “don’t put tme/tma” in ur bio i did NOT mean to say that discussions around transmisogyny aren’t important or that tme/tma cannot be helpful terminology, and i’m super sorry that it came off that way. also editing bc someone pointed out to me that the original phrasing of this post is very misinforming, so to also clarify, tme/tma was a term invented by transfems to talk about transfeminine experiences which i will admit that i was unfamiliar with the history of tme/tma as a term and was introduced to it through some really bad online queer discourse. but it’s always been of my opinion that discussion around all forms of bigotry, including transmisogyny, are important and need to be had. i explained in a rb, which i’ll link when i have more time, that my issue was with the way the term is used as only identification/oppression olympics rather than genuine nuanced discussion about the ways that transphobia/transmisogyny/transandrophobia/etc function and interact with each other. i advised young trans people to not put tma/tme in their bios, bc i know that the wrong people (not just cis people, but transphobes and assholes who just want to get under your skin) would use any indication of your direction of transition to try and misgender you. or specifically in the case of tma/tme, tell you that your experiences/thoughts are not valid or reasonable bc you were tma or tma.

i realize how not originally clarifying that makes me look stupid (and a transmisogynist), so seriously, i’m sorry for that major mishap. tma/tme are not inherently bad words and you are 1000% allowed to use whatever terminology fits you and your experiences best. so as another word of advice: please do not let some rando on the internet tell you how you should talk about your experiences

(also idgaf if you don’t “log on” to 4chan or that it’s “not a website”, the fact that any of you know that is shameful and upsetting)

[teenagefeeling]

just saw this tweet posted on here with like 12k notes and it's honestly pissing me off???? bestie i was not assigned a single paper longer than 5 pages in all of high school and in college they varied a lot but i was also definitely expected to write 10 page term papers. im sorry you had really shitty teachers in high school who didn't explain this to you, but the reason they make you write so much is because you have to learn how to fully explain an idea and connect evidence to your arguments and generally just get practice structuring longer works. essay writing is a skill and you can get better (and much faster) at it with practice, which is what high school teachers are trying to introduce students to. it's about analytical thinking and learning how to draw conclusions and connections across topics, which is like, maybe the most important academic skill you could have imo. also why are you complaining about a works cited page? cite your fucking sources. it's not extra work it's literally part of the process. (without sources, you're not writing a research paper ur just writing an opinion essay. which is fine but probably not the assignment and also probably not gonna help u understand class material unless ur magically already familiar with it. in which case why are you in the class? you see how it makes no sense to complain about citing sources?)

like yes it's funny that college professors tend to be comparatively chill in demeanor from high school teachers (certainly not always tho!) but i don't think that means that college is less academically rigorous. college is by design much more challenging academically than high school is, and that does include literally just requiring more work. like this tweet is just straight up incorrect

[oscargender]

Made some really good progress on my novella today!!

[spencerreidenjoyer]

MORE VIRGIN SPENCERRRRR

from the start | spencer reid x reader

Spencer's a nervous mess in your bed, but you like it.

wc: 1.7k, rating: explicit/18+

tags/warnings: puppy bf!spencer, virgin!spencer, early seasons!spencer, hookup, friends with benefits(?), dominant fem!reader, gratuitous use of petnames (baby, darling, etc. but it wouldn't be a minnie special without petnames), praise kink, cunnilingus, unprotected sex

a/n: a weird dream of mine turned into a spencer self-insert (jk) so I wrote 1.7k words just to fuel my delusion. this is also a little birthday gift from me to all of you! i've hit 1000 followers (!!!!) on this little spencer blog of mine and i am so so grateful so the only thing i can do is write spencer smut to celebrate! also this lovely anon asked for virgin spencer and I literally cannot refuse (also crossposted to ao3)

You aren’t complaining, ending up in bed with Spencer Reid again. 

You’d met at a bar, the usually shy genius (according to his friends) coming out of his shell to talk to you, and it had ended in a couple of drinks and you making out with him against the wall in the back of the bar. 

You’d brought him home, fully expecting to fuck him. You’d gotten him into your bed when he’d confessed he’d never done anything like this before, but you didn’t have the heart to tell him you could tell. Instead, you’d given him a blowjob before he fell asleep in your bed after a long week on a case. The next morning he’d bashfully woken up to breakfast, and a promise that you’d like to see him again.

“It’ll be less intimidating like this,” you pet his cheek softly, before you turn over onto your hands and knees. You notice that Spencer doesn’t move, so you turn your head to look at him. 

Spencer frowns. “I thought– I wanted to see your face.”

“You’re sweet, darling,” you chuckle. “Come on. I promise this will be easier on you for your first time. You know what to do?” 

Spencer hums, his eyes shyly looking to your rear now. You’re on display for him, thick thighs framing the wetness of your pussy. You know he can’t take his eyes off you, his inexperience obvious and extremely arousing.

Spencer had been a bumbling mess as you’d kissed him, as you’d undressed each other, his hands trembling through it. “You know you can touch me, right?” You tease, and Spencer whines rather petulantly. “Take all the time you need, baby.”

Spencer’s large hands are on you, gentle on your skin. His hands pet you rather sweetly, over your hips and thighs, before he feels the softness of your ass under his palms. You hear his shallow breathing, and feel his thumbs spread you open. His breath hitches. 

You don’t say anything, patient as you let him explore your body. He touches you with an avid curiosity, like he wants to find out about everything that makes you tick, like he wants to commit the lines and curves of your body to memory. 

His movements slow like syrup, his touch moves to your cunt, sticky with your slick. His fingers slide over your pussy; along your folds, over your leaking hole. “I’m going to…” Spencer trails off, as he presses his index finger gently to your entrance. 

You moan as your head drops between your shoulders, with Spencer sliding a curious finger inside of you. He feels around, and it feels more like a medical exam than foreplay, but Spencer’s lack of experience still turns you on extremely. Spencer’s voice is strained. “You feel so warm. You’re so tight.”

“Yeah, baby, I’m not sure if you’re goin​​g to be able to fit,” you tease playfully, smiling as you look back at him. “You’re going to have to make it fit, won’t you?”

Spencer’s eyes are wide, and he swallows nervously. “Yes– Yes, ma’am.”

“Ugh, you’re so cute– Oh!” You gasp as Spencer’s finger presses into you insistently, nudging against your spongy walls, against the spot that makes you lose your mind. “Mm, right there, fuck–”

Being eager to please, Spencer does exactly that – he keeps fingering you, slow and steady, and waits for your approval. You’re basically melting as he fucks you on his fingers, and you only remember you have a bigger plan until he whimpers. “Hmm, baby?”

“I want to- I wanna taste you,” Spencer says, and you moan as his thumb nudges at your clit.

“You- You sure you can last long enough for foreplay?” You jab, but you shudder in a moan as Spencer rubs at your swollen clit with more intention, pleased with the way he takes you apart.  

Spencer scoffs. “I think I should ask you the same.”

“Eat me out, Spencer,” you demand. Spencer just gets his head between your thighs. 

You feel his mouth on your cunt, kissing you sweetly, moaning as he tastes you. His lips are soft and plush on your skin, his lower lip massaging at your clit as he eats you out. His tongue slides over your folds, wet noises coming from his mouth as he takes his time tasting you. 

“You’re stupidly good at this,” you moan, your face buried in his pillows as you’re barely able to keep yourself propped up. The pleasure Spencer gives you courses through your veins, electric from the top of your head to the tips of your toes. You think you hear Spencer mumble a thank you, and the vibrations only make you moan even louder. 

You want to come right now, but you know it’ll be so much sweeter to orgasm when Spencer’s buried inside of you. You don’t know if he’ll be able to handle it, the hypersensitive, easily overwhelmed genius in your bed simply might lose his mind fucking you.

“Spencer, baby,” you coo. “Wanna- Need you to fuck me now, darling.”

A high whine leaves Spencer’s throat, and he’s quick to pull away from you, as fast as he’d put his mouth on you earlier. “Please! Please, I need to–”

You giggle, beckoning him to come closer to you. He leans over your frame until his face is close to yours, and you kiss him sweetly. You taste yourself on his lips, but Spencer is giddy as he kisses you back. He tries to trail after you as you pull away, and the sight is both adorable and extremely arousing. 

“You gonna fuck me good, baby?” You smile, feeling the hardness of his length pressed against your ass. 

“Yes– Yes, ma’am,” Spencer stammers, swallowing his anxieties. “Can- Can I?” 

“Please, baby,” you groan, your hand reaching behind you to grab Spencer’s cock. He whimpers as you tug as it roughly, your movements haphazard due to the angle, but you’re lining him up with your hole. “You know what to do.”

It doesn’t take much effort for Spencer to press his cock into you. There’s uncertainty in his movements, but it feels like heaven as your cunt practically swallows him in. He fills you up so perfectly, his thickness rubbing against your walls in just the right way until he’s buried to the hilt, his bony hips pressed against the fat of your ass. “Oh! That feels good, baby.”

You clench around him, relishing the feeling, and then you hear a pathetic little whine from Spencer. “Hurts,” he says, in a weak, wet voice, and you want to both coo at him and fuck his brains out. 

“I’m sorry, baby,” you soothe. “I’ll make it feel better, yeah?” 

“Please,” Spencer whimpers. “Need you.”

You lift yourself off of Spencer for a moment, pulling yourself off his cock before sinking back down on him. Spencer is big, not even knowing what he’s been gifted with when you had seen him for the first time. He fits so well inside of you, feeling so perfect as you fuck yourself on him. 

You would ask how he’s doing, but whimpers and moans liberally fall from his lips, and he’s holding onto your hips with a death grip, like he’ll lose all sense of himself if he isn’t holding onto you. His nails dig into your flesh, a delicious bite of pain through the pleasure of it all. 

“Pretty boy,” you groan. “You fill me up so good, holy fuck, oh my God–”

Spencer moans so loud your ears ring. “Feels good, so good, please–” 

“Fuck me, baby,” you gasp, your hips slowing on him. He chases after you like he can’t control himself, as he starts to thrust into you. “Yeah, just like that, baby. Fuck.”

Spencer whines again, chasing his own pleasure as he fucks into you. His hips slap against your ass hurriedly, eagerly, like you’ll disappear if he doesn’t. “Fuck, oh, God–”

“You’re so deep inside of me, baby,” you groan, barely able to keep your voice steady. You reach for his hand, guiding it to splay out against your lower stomach, where his cock bulges with every thrust. He practically sobs. “You feel so good, darling.”

“Think– I’m gonna– Hhrghh– I’m not gonna last long,” Spencer finally gets the thought out, his genius clearly and understandably slashed when he’s buried in warm, wet pussy. You feel kind of proud of that. 

“Cum, baby,” you groan, not unaffected by Spencer’s eager, frantic fucking. “Inside of me.”

He lets out a pathetic little sob, one that turns you to no end, and then you feel Spencer coming inside, his load hot and messy as it paints your walls, filling you up. You clench around him at the feeling, so heady and overwhelming, and Spencer’s little whine at the pressure has you orgasming too. It’s a new kind of high, a perfect storm of pleasure filling every bone in your body. 

Spencer is warm and heavy as he half-falls on top of you, a sweetness to his movements as he rests his chin on your shoulder. His cock twitches inside of you but begins to soften. Your arms and legs feel like jelly, but you manage to coax him to lay down. His arms sling around your waist to hold you, and the position is surprisingly intimate. 

“Thank you,” he says breathlessly. You turn around in his grasp, letting Spencer’s cock slip out of you. He whines a little, but smiles when you look up at him. Spencer repeats, sounding more earnest. “Thank you.” 

“Of course, baby,” you say, smiling, and lean forward to kiss him. It’s sweet, no heat behind it as you press your lips to his. Spencer seems to appreciate the affection, his thumb tracing little circles into your hip. “You were really good. Was that good for you too?”

“Couldn’t you tell from how fast and how hard I came?” Spencer laughs, seeming a bit shy. 

You coo, your hand cupping his cheek. “Even if you did, it was extremely endearing.”

“I think you just like corrupting me or something,” Spencer smiles, quirking his eyebrow.

You shrug, a teasing grin on your lips. “Maybe I do.”

[olailamajnoon]

Jason: So you know that religion paper I gave last week?

Bruce: (struggling to remember) ...yes?

Jason: I was asked about the theory of Calvin about predestination and grace.

Bruce: Fun.

Jason: Yeah, well. I had a whiskey headache, and I was hungover.

Bruce: (disapproving) Jason. What did you do.

Jason: I wrote what was essentially a 1000 word essay on the theology of one 'Calvin Hobbes'.

Bruce: *puts head in hands*

Bruce: And you were supposed to be the smart one.

Jason: wait, what? I thought—wasn't that Tim?

Bruce: Tim drank Batarang sanitizer from a coffee mug last week. No, I had pinned my hopes on you.

Jason: So you're saying...I let you down? I disappointed you?

Bruce: Well...

Jason, pumping his fists: Praise be!

[the-one-who-lambs]

OH YEAH IM UNSTUCK FROM THE CREATIVE BLOCK WE ARE SO FUCKING BACK

Last day in Poland... gonna go to a creative space+cafe and write until I have to go to the airport YIPPEE

[ao3commentoftheday]

While looking for something else, I found an old ask I answered about "ideal chapter length" in terms of word count.

I've been asked this probably a dozen or more times, and each time I need to take a moment and adjust my thinking to take the asker's point of view into account. Because the thing is? The only time I ever try to factor the word count into how I write a story is when I'm aiming for a true drabble.

For whatever reason, this difference in thinking stuck with me today and I actually considered why that might be. And I think it's because I'm in my 40s and the first 25-30 years of my life, any stories I was reading were printed on paper and bound into physical books.

When I imagine a novel, I still think of a mass market paperback on my bookshelf. An average one would be maybe an inch thick, probably in the neighbourhood of 300 pages. A long one would be maybe as much as two inches thick and 500 or more pages long. A short one was always nice to have because it filled in the gaps in the shelf because 200 page books were so much narrower. Or so it seemed.

When I started posting my fic online, I still thought in terms of pages. I'd type them out in whatever word processing software I was using at the time, and I'd usually get a chapter's worth of ideas into 3 or 4 pages. Turns out that's about 1000 words, which makes sense with the number of 1000 word essays I wrote in high school. I'd been trained to encapsulate an idea into approximately that length.

And that's what it comes down to. The thing that always made that question seem weird to me. A chapter isn't about how many words there are in it, just like a cake isn't about how many cups of flour exist in each slice. A chapter is a an idea that helps make up a bigger idea called a story, and it needs to be however many words that idea needs to be to get it out.

[007reid]

187. spencer reid (18+)

pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader

summary: you're dealing with a dumb, whiny boy and you are wondering where your boy genius went.

warnings: 18+, sub!spencer & dom!reader, dumbification, whining, whimpering, overstimulation, handjob, orgasm denial, begging..you know the rest ;)

a/n: this is a result of too much ai spencer tiktok edits....wrote in a rush on my phone late at night but that's how fanfiction are meant to be written. enjoy angels <3 requests are open if anyone want to drop by!

“okay spencer, this is an easy one. can you answer it for me baby?" you pause expectantly, and it takes him a while, but spencer only mewls in response, frustrated. "what states are next to louisiana?”

you see spencer’s eyebrows slowly pent up in thought but then he immediately gives up in lieu of letting out another pathetic moan, bucking up uselessly to your fingers. “answer the question baby," you prod sweetly, kissing your words into his cheek.

“i-hnfgg…” he pants breathlessly, eyes shut tight and when they flutter open, they are round with plead. “please, it hurts so bad, please let me cum i—“

you let go of his cock entirely and he whines, trying to shuffle closer so that you would touch him. in response you move away further, smirk at your lips. “be a good boy for me and i will.”

“i am being a good boy for you!” spencer whines, his eyes blown with need and watering, body writhing pathetically against the sheets. his dick is flushed an angry red and you know he’s only several strokes away from coming undone, being so closely attuned to your boy. “i’m being good i—“ his words hitched in his throat as you gently caress only the tip of his cock, teasing.

“the good boy i remember is super smart,” you slide up to him, pressing a leering kiss on his jaw. “the guy has an iq of 187. can you believe that? how rare is that?”

spencer doesn’t answer, his pleas and whines soft and stuck in his throat as he keeps trying to buck up his hips to get more of your touch, but with no avail. “hm? how rare is it spence?”

“i don’t know!” he cries, tears leaking and wetting his pretty lashes. “i—please it hurts so bad, just please let me cum i’ll do anything, please!”

“answer me and i’ll let you cum baby boy,” you say smoothly, removing your hand from him (which elicited a very impatient groan) to spit on your palm before going back again, moving your hand up and down his shaft deliberately slow. you know it drives him crazy, even crazier than he is right now and you soak in the satisfaction of it. “how many people has your kind of genius spence? hm?" you add encouragingly. "get this one right for me and i’ll let you cum baby.”

“i…uhh….” he's slow, and even slower with your hand working and overstimulating his already-sensitive cock. “one out of every hundred million people. 1000 who ever lived,” he finally decides to peel open his eyes again, searching your face for any hint of approval. as a response you flick up your wrist quickly and he nods his head back, an obscene and needy moan coming out of his mouth.

“and the states surrounding louisiana?”

his head snaps back immediately and stares at you in betrayal, like a kid being scammed out of his cookie, completely flustered and debauched. “you said one question!”

“i changed my mind baby,” you soothe, pressing an apology kiss in the corner of his mouth. “the faster you are the faster you get to cum. do you want to cum honey?”

“yes! yes i wanna cum so bad,” he cries, hands coming up to rest lightly at your waist and you can feel the tremble in them. the heavy feeling at the pit of his stomach has been there for at least half an hour now and you’ve just been toying with it, reliving it then bringing the pressure back. now he’s an absolute mess, curly hair sprayed on the pillow and stuck to his forehead, his pretty, delicate face ruined with tear stains, but it just makes him prettier. he’s completely at your mercy, writhing and whimpering and begging you to do something about his looming orgasm and you denying him of it.

“then answer the question baby boy,” you murmur encouragingly in his ear, fingers still teasing him. he’s so sensitive and overstimulated to the point that a single touch can make his entire body jump, so you are careful. too much and he might actually loose it, and you both know this. “you remember it, right spence?” you press, "the question?"

“hnngg,” he whimpers when you start biting on the lobe of his ear, grabbing and squeezing onto the sheets for dear life. “umm…arkansas and… i-i don’t know,” he admits shamefully, then desperately tries to make up for it. “but i got the first one! you said if i get it i could cum. i’ve been such a good boy for you, just this one time, please!” he begs, not in control of what he says anymore and it shows. he’s completely delirious and fucked stupid, and you take pity on him.

“aww, my sweet boy,” you coo sweetly, running your fingers through his messy mop of hair and pulling it away from his face for him. “i’m sorry angel, but if you can’t get it right, you don’t get to cum,” you whisper faux apologetically in his ear. you see when spencer’s eyes widen with horror, and the tears begins to fall freely.

“please,” he begs, his fingers pleadingly reaching out to try to touch you, convince you to change your mind. it’s a foolish and naive attempt, and he knows it too but can’t help taking his chances. he’s desperate for anything. “please, i’ll be so good for you. i’ll be your best boy. i promise. i swear. it hurts so bad y/n please, i cant take it—“

“fine,” you give in, only because you know for a fact that he can't last any longer. really, you're surprised he's managed to make it this long so far; you had already planned his punishment in your mind. your boy deserves his reward.

you speed up your movements and the sounds coming out of his mouth becomes wanton, sobs becomes louder and his whines a pitch higher and he’s strung high like a violin string, ready to snap. “cum for me, pretty boy.”

at your command his body gives out obediently, thick strings of cum spitting out of his cock, painting your hand and his hips, coating at his thighs. he twitches and his thighs tremble weakly as small blurts of cum starts to collect at the tip of his cock and you kiss him during all of it as he cries against your lips. he pants hard, and when you accidentally swipe a finger over him, he whines painfully and inches out the way, sore. when it’s over, he collapses into you, spent.

“thank you,” he says, sounding genuinely grateful, his voice muffled and his face buried in your shoulder. you laugh, fingers smoothing out the mess of his hair, pulling his head back and pressing kisses all over his face. spencer needs the aftercare, especially after being edged on for so long, needs the love and the assurance and the cuddles afterwards. "i love you."

"and i you," you say, smiling when he whines predictably, unsatisfied.

"you gotta say the whole thing," he says, looking mildly upset, lips jutting out and giving you the fattest, most foul and adorable pout, eyes big and searching.

"'m sorry," you weave your fingers with his, and he presses a kiss against your knuckles. "i love you."

[dailynnt]

ONE NIGHT AS THE PRICE OF A REQUEST

⋆˙⟡ Summary: You hate your neighbor Jungkook, but you have to ask him to pretend to be your boyfriend at a party to get rid of your annoying boss. He agrees, but you don't even imagine what you'll have to pay him with. Everything goes according to plan until Jungkook reveals his true price during the dance: one night with him or your life in the neighborhood will be hell.

⋆˙⟡ Couple: Jeon Jungkook/ The Reader, Jungkook/Y/N

⋆˙⟡ Age restrictions: 18+

⋆˙⟡ Index of chapters: ≣

⋆˙⟡ Number of chapter: 3/?

⋆˙⟡ Tags: enemies-to-neighbors-to-lover, fake relationship, hate to desire, dom!Jungkook, heated blackmail, one bed trope (later more than one bed), undeniable chemistry, forced deal, mutual obsession, dangerous game, unexpected feelings, passion on edge, impossible to resist, tension and desire, unprotected sex, sexual tension, slow burning

⋆˙⟡ From author: Hi Army 😍 You are just an incredible force 🥹💜 I got 1000+ likes for my previous story in 5 days. I couldn't even imagine that you would like it 🤭 I'm really the happiest person in the world because you are so wonderful 🥰 I wrote a new short story. It contains 3 parts...because I just wrote a LOT 🤭🫨 I got carried away while writing and decided that all the scenes are important and they should be ❤️‍🔥 So, this will be a series ❤️‍🔥 Let me know if you liked this story too, I sincerely hope so 🥺 For those who are waiting for "Captive to his attention" I will definitely continue it and I’m already have half of the 4th part ready, wait for it 🫶🏻

⋆˙⟡ Dedication: to my biggest love @kelsyx33, @curse-of-art, @kooko009, @smokinghotstargirl, @myjungkookthighs, @mskookie, @minimoninini, @medstudentlifestyle for loving me for nothing. I love you girls twice as much 🥺🤭💜🫶🏻

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⋆˙⟡ Warning: English is not my native language, so please be lenient with mistakes in the text 🥹

Chapter 3. A sweet falling

The taxi pulled up in front of your house. Jungkook paid the driver, and you quickly got out of the car, trying to cope with the internal trembling.

He walked beside you, silently. Not a word.

You entered the spacious lobby, and he pressed the elevator button. Silence reigned in the cabin, only the faint whirring of the mechanisms filled the space. You felt him watching you closely and tried not to let on how hard your heart was pounding in your chest.

He stood close, his warm body radiating invisible tension. You didn't dare turn your head to meet his eyes, because you knew that if you did, everything would spin out of control.

The elevator doors opened. You took a step forward, involuntarily glancing at the door of your apartment.

You could have just gone inside.

You could have closed the door, left him behind, waited for the feeling of his touch to fade from your skin.

But instead, you turned your head... and headed for Jungkook's door. You took only a few steps, and your heart was already beating like crazy.

The door closed behind you quietly, almost silently.

But you knew he was there.

His footsteps were not loud, but you felt them with every fiber of your being.

He stopped right behind you.

"Why are you so tense?" His voice sounded very close, and you barely restrained yourself from flinching. But you didn't move away.

But Jungkook moved away and you literally did not expect it. You thought he would start undressing you right from the doorway, but it seems he had other plans. 

He walked around you and went to the bar, which was located on the border of the kitchen and living room areas. Behind it, a little to the side, was a table with a tray of crystal glasses neatly placed on it.

Jungkook took off his jacket and hung it on the back of a chair, then took one of the glasses and poured honey-colored liquid. He handed it back to you.

"A little more to take the edge off?" he asked, handing you the glass. 

You shook your head, walked over slowly and took the glass. Your fingers barely touched his hand, and at that moment he took a step closer.

"I know you're nervous," his voice was soft, but there was a hint of excitement in it from waiting.

You took a sip of whiskey, feeling the drink spreading warmth inside you.

"No... I'm not nervous," you said, though you weren't sure. Jungkook took a sip, too, and then walked over to the chair and sat down, keeping his eyes on you. You remained standing by the table, which was not far from the bar. 

"Don't you want to thank me for playing your boyfriend so well?"

You turned back to him, peeking out from under your eyelashes.

"Thank you," you said sarcastically. "You were so convincing that my boss won't come within a kilometer of me now."

Jungkook smiled.

"I guess so. Only a suicidal man would continue to court the girl of heir the ‘Jeon Group’." He said confidently, holding out the whiskey. You rolled your eyes slightly at his audacity. 

"I think I'm in even more trouble now. And your ‘help’ is going to cost me too much."

"Kitty, you should realized that price for such a service, will be expensive, especially from me..." Jungkook said casually. Yes, you should have thought three times before asking him to be your fake boyfriend. But you didn't. 

"I asked you not to call me that," you said, a little irritated, and took another sip of the whiskey, which really helps you relax. Jungkook hummed. He set the unfinished glass on the coffee table in front of him. His eyes glittered dangerously. 

"Come here," he said, his voice full of authority, even though it sounded quiet and low. You didn't notice how you held your breath when you heard his request or order. But you answered him with a strong will.

"And if I don't come?" your voice was quiet but defiant.

Jungkook smiled.

"We both know you'll did it."

He spoke so confidently, so calmly, as if he had already made up his mind for you. You took a deeper breath, you knew that this inevitably between you. You should finally come to terms with the fact that you wanted this too. Your feet took a step forward. Then another.

You stopped right in the middle of his spread legs. Your heart was racing, but unexpectedly, you felt very confident.

Jungkook slowly raised his head, looking you up and down. His hand reached for your hips. His fingers slid easily under the hem of your dress, finding the edge of your thong. 

He touched the edge as if he wanted to pull it down, but then he moved his hand further. Jungkook found your buttocks and squeezed them, pulling you closer. 

His touch made you shiver, but you didn't pull back. On the contrary, you leaned forward a little, sliding your fingers over his shoulders. He felt it, and his smile grew even more predatory.

"See? I told you you'd fit," his voice was velvety, full of imperious playfulness.

Your breathing grew deeper as he pulled you sharply closer, forcing you to sit on his lap. His fingers, even more confident and bold, touched the bare skin on your thighs, making you hold your breath.

"You like playing these little games, don't you?" His lips lightly touched your neck, making your body arch involuntarily into him. You felt his bulge, which was still half hard.  

You wrapped your arms around his neck. You waited for his next move. Your eyes fell on his lips, which were slightly open. Jungkook reached for the strap on your shoulder and lowered it with a gentle movement. 

He kissed your forearm. His hot kiss made you impatient. He took off the second strap. Because the dress was silk, it instantly slipped down, gathering on your stomach. Even your excited nipples did not hold back the delicate fabric. 

Jungkook watched with pleasure as the silk fabric of the dress slowly slid down, revealing your delicate skin. His eyes darkened, catching your every breath, every movement of your body.

You responded to his touch before you even realized what was happening.

"You are beautiful," he whispered. Jungkook leaned in closer, traced the line of your collarbone with the tip of his tongue, and then slowly moved down.

His lips found your nipple. He touched it with his tongue, circled it, and then gently pulled it into his mouth, squeezing it lightly with his teeth. A wave of pleasure coursed through your body, making you arch against him, seeking even more contact. You closed your eyes, enjoying the moment. 

One of his hands steadily supported your back, while the other slid down between your thighs, brazenly exploring the moisture already seeping through the thin fabric of your thong.

"Damn, you're already so wet," he breathed out with a smug smile, while pressing his fingers against the fabric, making you shudder with desire.

Your fingers dug into his shoulders, and you felt every movement of his body, every move that made your insides burn. 

Jungkook wanted to feel you. His fingers easily slid further, breaking the last barrier between you, and teasingly touched your most sensitive spot. You inhaled sharply, clinging to his shoulders even harder, as if trying to keep control of yourself. But it was useless.

"Oh, kitten, you're shaking," his voice sounded husky, full of possession.

Jungkook was in no hurry. He wanted to feel how you surrendered to him completely, how your confidence dissolved under his hands, leaving only naked desire. 

His lips were on your neck, leaving behind moist, barely perceptible kisses. But his fingers were not so patient. They moved insistently, exploring you so that a soft moan escaped your lips.

"You sounds so much better," he smiled, looking up, and you realized that he was enjoying watching you at this moment. His attention was drawn to your lips. How come he hasn't kissed you yet, those sweet lips should be his alone. 

Jungkook tilted your head with his free hand and kissed you. Deeply, completely taking over your breath, your taste, your senses. His tongue penetrated your mouth, demanding a response, forcing you to submit to this dizzying rhythm. You could not resist - and did not want to.

His fingers continued to caress you, and you could already feel the orgasm building. You rocked slightly on his hips, asking him to bring you to orgasm. Jungkook pulled away from your lips and stared at your face for a moment, which was radiating with pleasure. And then he pulled his hand out of your underwear. 

You opened your eyes and looked at him questioningly. Your breathing was rapid, as was his. But Jungkook just smiled. He effortlessly rose from the chair with you and carried you to the table. He standing you down on the floor near by table and your dress finally slipped off you, gathering around your black shoes. In one movement of his strong arms, you were without a thong. 

You were standing completely naked in front of a fully clothed Jungkook. It made you feel defenseless in front of his gaze that was literally burning you.

"You're perfect." He said touching your stomach with his hand. It was like a sculptor looking at his statue. His hands were drawing weightless patterns. Your chest moved in a frantic rhythm. You were on the verge of expectation. 

Jungkook was in no hurry. He wanted to memorize this moment, which he had seen thousands of times in his imagination. His touches were unbearably slow, each movement full of possession.

But you couldn't wait any longer. You wanted him to do more than just run his hands over your skin. You took a step forward. 

He was pleasantly surprised when you put your hands on his belt and started to unbuckle it. He kept his hands on your hips and looked between your bodies. 

You quickly undid the belt, and then you undid his button. But before you pulled down his pants and finally saw his aroused cock, which you wanted to be filled, you took off his shirt, deftly handling each button. 

Jungkook was letting you lead the way, but you could see his muscles tensing, and he was barely holding back from taking control.

As soon as the last button was undone, he helped you take off his shirt, and now you could see him completely-his hot, perfect body covered with a light relief of muscles. His skin felt hot under your fingers as you ran your palms over it, studying him and he studied you. 

The tattoos on his right arm caught your eye the most. You liked the all of them that covered his arm from shoulder to wrist. You ran your fingers lightly along his strong arm. 

Jungkook had a lip piercing too and you suddenly thought he looked too rebellious for the heir to such an influential company as the ‘Jeon Group’. The thought flashed through your mind that he seemed to do whatever he wanted and had a strong-willed character that was not influenced by anything. Not the status of the company, not his parents, not the rules of behavior. 

Jungkook caught your eye and smiled, the same confident smile that always made your heart beat faster.

"What?" He leaned in, his lips almost touching yours. "Do you like it?"

You nodded. You really liked it. You couldn't help but lightly touch your fingers to his lower lip, where his piercing was shining. Jungkook smiled slyly, letting you explore that detail, but a dark light appeared in his eyes.

"You're so cute when you look at me, like you're discovering something new," he whispered, his voice husky and full of desire. 

"You don't look like a typical heir to a large corporation," you replied, your fingers already sliding along his tattoos.

Jungkook laughed hoarsely.

"Yeah. I don’t like it when someone dictates who I should be."

His fingers slid steadily up your thigh, and then he squeezed it lightly, as if to say that you belonged to him right now.

"But enough of that. We have more pressing matters to attend to." He said, stepping on you. You pressed your buttocks against the table, feeling the moisture between your thighs. Without warning, Jungkook sat you down on the table, spreading your legs. His eyes darkened. He came close, standing between your legs, and leaned down to your lips. You thought he was going to kiss you, but he didn't. He sat you down on the edge of the table, leaning closer. 

"After this, I will be even more pleased to eat at this table." Jungkook said playfully. You raised your eyebrows but smiled. 

"You're a pervert." you said. This made him laugh.

"You don't even know how much. I want to taste what you taste like, baby."

His words made you hold your breath. You looked into his eyes, and that look seemed to penetrate your very soul, making bent over to meet to him.

Jungkook lowered himself, his fingers sliding down your thighs, rekindling the fire that had long been burning inside you. His breath burned your skin, making your heart race.

"You're getting so impatient," he whispered, stroking the inside of your thigh playfully.

Your fingers dug hard into the edge of the table, and you could barely stop yourself from covering your face with your hands in shame and excitement. But Jungkook didn't give you the chance.

His lips touched your skin with a light, almost weightless kiss. Then another one. His tongue left a hot trail, and you shuddered, unable to hold back any longer.

"Jungkook..." your breathing was intermittent, and your voice was barely audible.

He raised his head, his eyes sparkling with pleasure.

"Say my name again," he asked, his hands holding you steady in place. He knelt down to stand comfortably in front of your pussy. When his tongue met your clit again, you arched your back against him. He drew long strokes along your folds. He likes how soft you are on his tongue. Your sensitive clit was swollen and excited. He captured it completely and sucked on it, savoring your sweet flavor.

You were going crazy with these feelings. A moan escaped your lips in the form of his name. Jungkook's tongue was skillfully and quickly building up your orgasm. However, when he put his fingers inside you, you were even more satisfied. He moved his fingers inside you to stretch you, and his tongue on your clit made you tremble in anticipation of the most desired sensation. 

You didn't have to wait long. Not having had sex for quite some time, you quickly came all over Jungkook’s tongue. The sound of your satisfied moan made him become even harder. His cock twitched in his boxers as you moaned blissfully from your orgasm.

Jungkook finally pulled away from your pussy and smiled broadly with a hum. You felt the air cooling your hot body. He stood up, put both hands on the sides of your hips, and leaned in close to your lips. You frantically tried to calm your frantic breathing. 

"As expected, you are sweeter than honey." He said. Jungkook kissed you, letting you taste your own cum. He tore away from your lips when you both needed air. His lips stretched into a smug smile. His eyes were dark, almost hungry.

"And now... it's your turn to make me moan, kitten," his voice was low and raspy, making you shudder at the tone alone.

He ran his fingers over your cheek, traced your lips with his thumb, hinting at what he wanted. His body was hot, his breath mingling with yours as he leaned in to your ear. 

"I guess this is a good way of saying thanks to me for being your boyfriend."

Jungkook ran his fingers over your lips again, forcing them open slightly. His dark eyes seemed to pierce you, studying your every reaction. 

The smile on his lips was barely noticeable, but it expressed absolute self-confidence and power over the situation. His thumb went into your welcoming wet mouth, pressing lightly on your tongue. You sucked on it lightly, not knowing what effect it had on Jungkook. His cock twitched, in anticipation of your mouth around it. 

He pulled back, stepping back half a step, and took your hand in his. Jungkook slowly slid it down his torso, letting you feel the hardness of his abs and then the hot tension below. His cock, still clenched in his tight boxers, gave away his condition better than any words could.

You felt an electric shock run through your body from this intimacy alone. He felt so big in your hand. 

Jungkook watched you with the same passionate obsession, but now it seemed even more intense. He pulled you down to the floor. You took off his pants and boxers. 

His thick and excited cock demanded attention. You were amazed by its size and knew that when he entered you, he would give you the best orgasm of your life. You took him in your hands and rolled him several times. The cum dripped from the purple tip and you wanted to taste its saltiness. 

You knelt down in front of him. His fingers slid into your hair, lightly but with a certain authority.

"Good girl," he whispered, running his tongue along your lower lip as if already savoring the next moment, "let's see if you're really that good at thanking."

His breathing became heavier, and his fingers tightened their grip on your hair as you took the length of it into your mouth. 

The hardness of his cock felt good on your tongue. You didn't take it all the way in, only half of it. You had to open your mouth wide to get him in only halfway. You moved your head while sucking his cock. 

Jungkook was moaning above your head, enjoying every movement you gave him. Your wet tongue was doing such a good job. 

You tried to take his length deeper. Jungkook was helping you with his hand that was resting on your back of the head. All this time while you were sucking him and caressing his balls with your hands, he was enjoying himself with his eyes closed. But now he wanted to see what you looked like from this angle. 

He opened his eyes and lowered his head down. Yes! You look so good with his cock in your mouth. You shook your head, trying to give him the orgasm he wanted.

"You thank me so well. Such a good girl." he said, his voice heavy with excitement. You moaned right onto his cock. His praise made you feel wet and dripping. "Come on, I want to paint your tongue with my cum." Jungkook said. You sped up your head movements, taking him deeper and deeper. Your jaw ached and tears gathered in your eyes.

Saliva mixed with his cum was leaking out of the corner of your mouth. You felt Jungkook harden with your tongue, and a minute later he came in your mouth. You swallowed his cum, but still some of it ran down your chin and neck. 

Jungkook was breathing deeply and frequently. When he softened in your mouth, you let him go. You stood up from your aching knees. You knew that tomorrow there would be bruises there to remind you of sucking Jungkook's cock, but you quickly dismissed the whole thought. 

You wiped your chin and mouth with your hand, and in an instant you were pressed against Jungkook's body. His hand squeezed your buttocks with some force. 

"Fuck, baby, I've been to heaven. Without exaggeration, the best blowjob I've ever had."

You smiled proudly. 

"Did I thank you well enough?" you asked, challenging. Jungkook hummed. 

"Yes, you did. I can pretend to be your boyfriend every day for that kind of gratitude." He said, leaning in to kiss you. But you managed to pull away just in time. 

"Dream on, Jeon. It's a one-time thing." You said teasing him. But Jungkook didn't appreciate your joke.  

Jungkook frowned, his hand squeezing your buttocks even harder, making you shudder.

"A one-time thing?" he repeated your words, his voice low and strained, "I don't think so, kitten."

Jungkook pressed you even harder, making you feel his full strength. His gaze darkened, and a predatory smile spread across his face.

"One time, you say?" he licked his lips, as if savoring your words.

His fingers slid steadily down your back as his other hand clutched your neck, forcing you to look directly into his eyes.

"Jungkook..." you whispered, feeling the fire inside you flare up again.

"Don't you get it yet, baby?" his voice became even lower, and his breath burned your skin, "I'm not letting you go after this."

He leaned down to your ear, his lips lightly touching your ear.

"You are mine, do you understand?"

You were frozen. You couldn't believe your ears. He couldn't be serious. Everything between you is a pure arrangement. You're spending the night with Jungkook in exchange for the favor of being your boyfriend. But to say those words to you...

"I'm not yours," you protested. You and Jungkook? That's impossible... 

Jungkook just smiled, as if your answer was expected, but it didn't embarrass him at all. 

"You're not mine?" he repeated.

His fingers slid slowly over your skin, creating a nice contrast between his gentle touch and his firm grip on your buttocks.

His voice sounded so confident that you had an unpleasant feeling. As if he really knew something you didn't realize yet.

You gathered your strength, trying not to give in to the tension that hung between you.

"It's just a deal, Jungkook," you forced yourself to sound firm, even though you were still trembling inside after what he'd done to you, "We both got what we wanted, and that's it."

He huffed, he held you tighter and you felt how he became harden again.

"I haven't gotten mine yet," he said with authority, hinting that this night wasn't over. He grabbed you without warning, forcing you to wrap your legs around his bare buttocks. He moved toward his bedroom, keeping his eyes on you. You held on to his shoulders, forcing yourself not to look away. 

"You think you can forget that?" he raised an eyebrow, looking you straight in the eye, "You think you can go to bed with someone else and not remember how your voice broke when you screamed my name?"

His words made your cheeks flush. You opened your mouth to reply, but Jungkook didn't give you a chance.

"You think I'm just going to let you walk away after this?" he tilted his head to the side, his smile dangerous.

He bit your chin lightly, making you close your eyes. 

"I'm not the kind of person who lets go of what he wants. And now," he carried you to the bed and gently laid you on it. The cold sheets contrasted with your flushed skin. He climbed on top of you, sitting comfortably between your legs, "I want you."

His words sounded like a sentence. And the worst part was that you realized that you would not resist. You wanted to belong to him. 

Jungkook looked down at you, his dark eyes piercing through you, making your body heat up even more under his gaze. 

He had no intention of delaying this moment any longer. He wanted to get his cock inside you, and as soon as possible. 

He became horny again. Jungkook took his length in his hand and put it against your entrance. You were breathing heavily in anticipation. He began to slowly plunge into you. You closed your eyes, grabbed his biceps, and squeezed them hard to hold back your cries of pain. He was big and stretched your walls so well.

Jungkook entered you completely and barely restraining himself from cumming from your tight walls, gave you time to get used to him.

"That's it," he leaned closer, his hot breath burning your neck, "Now you finally realize that you have nowhere to run."

His lips left a trail of hot kisses along your throat, starting to move slowly. You moaned softly at the pleasant friction of his cock against your walls. 

"Let me hear it," he whispered, squeezing your hands in his and pinning them to the bed.

Jungkook could feel your body gradually getting used to him, and it was driving him crazy. He forced you to look into his eyes as he began to move deeper, slowly, savoring every second of this moment.

"God, baby... you're just made for me," his voice trembled with pent-up desire.

He kissed your lips greedily, as if he was trying to memorize this moment forever. His fingers intertwined with yours, holding your arms above your head. He didn't let go of you for a moment, making you feel him completely.

You dug your nails into his hands. You had never felt this good with anyone. Your previous relationships had been... different. A few of the guys you'd dated hadn't evoked half the emotions you were feeling with Jungkook right now. One was too proper, and the other was irritatingly caring. Relationships with them were somewhat boring to you. It was as if there was always something missing. Their touch was gentle, but it didn't make your heart explode. Their kisses were nice, but they didn't leave marks on you that burned for hours. Sex was... just sex-without the craziness that was now raging between you and Jungkook.

With Jungkook, it was the other way around. He didn't just take you, he owned you, made you feel like you belonged to him completely. His confidence, his wild passion, his desire to give and receive pushed you to your limits.

You are not someone who obeys easily, but you obeyed him almost without hesitation. You argued with him to keep what little pride you had left, but eventually you gave in. And you love it so much. You love that he dominates you and it definitely turns you on. 

Jungkook pushed you against the bed, making you feel him completely. He moved confidently, making your body respond to his every thrust. You gasped for breath, clutching his shoulders, trying to stay in this whirlpool of pleasure.

"Look at me," he ordered in a husky voice, forcing your eyes to meet his burning gaze.

When he lifted your legs higher, changing the angle, you moaned loudly, feeling him fill you even deeper. His lips found yours, but the kiss was not gentle - it was demanding, taking all the air from your lungs. His hands slid confidently down your body, leaving hot marks on your skin.

Jungkook didn't give you a chance to recover, turning you over onto your stomach and plunging his cock into you again. His every movement was imbued with possession, he wasn't just making love to you, he was marking you, leaving marks on your body that would remind you of this night for a long time.

"Your tight pussy is driving me crazy," he almost moaned as he pressed his body against yours, "You perfect for me."

His pace changed from gentle to almost unbearable, and then he turned you back to face him again, taking your lips in a kiss that burned harder than anything you'd ever known.

You couldn't take it anymore. You could feel the orgasm coming. You moaned louder and louder to show how good it felt. 

"Kook..." came out of your mouth, a sweet shortening of his name that had never sounded so sweet to Jungkook. He squeezed your hands and sped up his hips, intent on bringing you to orgasm.

"Let’s baby. Come around me." Jungkook asked, and the knot in the lower abdomen has come undone, causing the most blissful pleasure. Jungkook felt your walls squeezing his cock, cursed and barely managed to get out of you. His hot white liquid spread over your stomach. You felt his cock twitching, spewing cum. 

Jungkook was breathing heavily, resting his hands on the bed on either side of you. His chest heaved in a rapid rhythm, and his eyes remained fixed on you - hot, satisfied, relaxed beneath him.

He ran his fingers over your stomach, mixing the warm fluid before leaning down and kissing you softly on the lips, this time slowly, savoring you as if he was trying to calm his own beating heart with this kiss.

"You are so beautiful when you are broken by me," he whispered hoarsely, his lips touching your burning face. 

"You left me without strength." You complained. After everything that had happened, you felt like your body was completely exhausted, but Jungkook didn't let you just fall asleep. He picked you up and carried you to the bathroom without asking permission.

"We need to freshen up," he said, opening the glass shower door.

The warm water touched your flushed skin, and you let out a contented sigh. Jungkook ran his hands gently over your body, lathering your skin, sometimes leaving short kisses on your shoulders and neck. There was something strange about this moment - a tenderness that contrasted so unexpectedly with what had been between you a few minutes ago.

When you stepped out of the shower, you quickly wrapped yourself in a towel and began to gather your things. 

"I'm leaving," you said quietly, not looking at him.

"No, you're not," Jungkook replied confidently, leaning against the doorway.

"Jungkook..." you rolled your eyes, "I live in the apartment next door. There's no reason for me to stay."

He hummed as he came closer.

"Stay anyway."

"Why?"

"Because I want to," his voice was calm, but you knew it was useless to argue.

You sighed, but didn't argue any further. He gave you one of your T-shirts and you went to bed. Jungkook immediately hugged you, getting comfortable behind you, his warm breath touching your neck.

"Good night," he murmured, squeezing you in his arms.

But you couldn't sleep. Your mind was racing. What was it between you two? From the very beginning, it was a payment for Jungkook's service, but the sex you had makes everything difficult. And then he said you were his. Oh my God, what's going on? 

After a while, you felt his breathing become steady. He had fallen asleep.

Careful not to wake him up, you got out of his arms, gathered your things, and quietly left the apartment without leaving a trace.

When Jungkook woke up and realized you were gone, his face grew grim.

"Damn..." he rubbed his face as he sat up on the bed.

How could you just leave after everything that happened between you?

He called you, but you didn't pick up. He texted you, but you didn't even read them.

He took a shower, ate breakfast, answered a few calls from the company, trying to distract himself, but something was itching inside him - dissatisfaction, irritation.

But then he heard a familiar sound: the combination lock on your apartment door.

Jungkook went out into the hallway and saw you.

You were dressed in all black: sweatpants, a sweatshirt, and a cap that covered part of your face.

"Y/N" you heard Jungkook call out to you. You froze, realizing he was there. He hummed and then walked confidently toward you.

You didn't turn around, but you could feel him getting closer. Jungkook leaned in, his lips almost touching your ear.

"Did you run away from me after having sex like that?" his voice was low and dangerously hoarse, "You think you could hide from me by living in the next apartment?"

His words made you hold your breath.

"I like to play catch up, baby."

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