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gravegoer · 5 months ago

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i humbly suggest pirate sevika in small letters

thank you for your service

Sail the Seven Seas ☠︎︎

i had this in the works ! you read my mind, we have cowboy sevika, but we absolutely need pirate sevika, i did a little "how you met" before the hcs ! also ill greatfully take any other requests for pirate sevika i love her sm (i hope you appreciate the pirate hat i edited on her lol)

She found you when her crew was raiding a ship, you were kept prisoner in the dark dungeons below deck after the pirates robbed a bar.

Sevika was inclined to leave you there, as she was in a rush. But your pleading eyes convinced her.

She told you to back up and pulled the flimsy metal door right off the hinges. Your only experience with pirates was your former kidnappers.

They were ruthless and had not a care in the world. They were greedy enough to pat you down even though you cried and insisted you had no form of money on you other than the jewelry they had ripped from your limbs.

But after she ripped the door off, she simply walked away, not sparing you a second glance. She set you free, but now what? Were you supposed to swim to land?

You hesitated before running up the old wooden stairs, the faint moonlight beamed on your face. It smelled fresh on deck, no longer having the musky odor of mold and wood filling your nose.

You were also greeted with the sight of the woman that freed you, her back facing you and pointing to crew members, yelling orders. She must be the captain, signified by her detailed hat and especially the way the crew listened to her.

People scurried under her gaze almost cowardly. Boxes were being hauled onto a much bigger ship (which you assumed was hers) over a wooden plank.

She was tall and obviously built. You could tell even though she was adorned with many layers, straps, and belts accentuated her curves and edges. She had a metal prosthetic that looked dangerous. Not only that, but a gun and two swords hung from her waist.

You approached her timidly, the floorboards squeaking under your bare feet. When you sat a hand on her arm, urging her to turn around, she put a larger hand on the hilt of her sword defensively and spun to face you.

At just the force of it, you stumbled back. She was strong. Your eyes widened at her hands, hovering over the holster of her weapon. She spoke, "What are you trying to do?"

Her voice was gruff and demanding, leaving no room for questions. "I don't have anywhere to go," you stated honestly.

"And what do you expect me to do about that."

Although she put on the front of a rough demeanor, her eyes scanned your frame in curiosity. Worn clothes hung from your body, hair a mess, and despite it all, you were quite pretty.

She knew she couldn't take you on a ship with a bunch of men. In her eyes, it was almost as dangerous as leaving you on the ship to fend for yourself.

Almost.

She took you onto her ship with the promise that at the next stop they had, she would drop you off there. Whether or not you knew where you were.

Having no better option, you opted to go with her. She didn't shackle you up or restrain you, knowing you could do little to no harm to her or her crew.

She refused to put you in the berth with other pirates. It was stuffy and cramped, and all in all, no place for you.

So you had a room next to her (and an odd blue haired girl). She said it was fine because it's temporary anyway.

She gave you some clothes that fit, and a pair of shoes to put on your feet. And the room was more than you could ask for. It was spacious and contained a lavish bed.

You assumed it was someone else's room previously as it was already decorated. (Plus, she told you not to meddle in any of the stuff)

Sevika didnt expect you to do anything, thinking you werent fit to operate on a ship so, you were not asked to do any work. In all your boredom you found yourself roaming around the ship, looking at the stuff that was collected in each corner. Some trinkets, belts, broken weapons, etc.

Sevika watched you closely, making sure you didn't have any ulterior motives. Eventually, she realized that you were nothing but curious.

Then she watched you closely to make sure you didn't fall overboard.

At meals, you stuck close by her side, not really knowing anyone on board yet. She gave you things off her plate, saying you looked starved. And you didn't complain. You weren't really fed in the dungeons.

She started to show you around the deck, answering your questions about the sea and her ship. When you started to ask too many questions, she sighed and shook her head, wandering off to attend to her duties.

She was truly a mystery to you, not being able to read her gaze or body language. But what you did know is that she was a ruthless captian. Always having something for her crew to do and ordering them around with her loud, booming voice.

She was intimidating in theory, yes. But towards you, she seemed a bit more.. lenient?

Nontheless, in a few days, you finally arrived at their next destination, and you stepped off the ship with everyone. Taking in the way the ground felt against your feet, no longer swaying from side to side.

You had no idea where you were, and even though it didn't seem like a bad place, you couldn't just start anew again. I mean, how were you supposed to rebuild your whole life?

Sevika sensed your anxiety as you wandered through the streets with her crew. She saw your eyes flick side to side, looking at the buildings and people.

She might regret it, but she couldn't just leave you here.

You were growing more worried by the hour, and when night fell and everyone started back to the docks, you felt lost. You stayed behind, watching them load back onto the ship when you felt a warm hand on your shoulder. "You coming?"

Looking up, you locked eyes with Sevika, her brow was cocked and her lips slightly upturned. "You're letting me stay?" You questioned, in shock.

"Well, the ship is leaving soon, so only if you can make it." She teased.

You hugged her tight, wrapping your arms around her large frame. Her eyes widened in shock, not returning the hug before you ran off to the ship.

HC time !!

Now that you were deemed officially a part of the crew you had work to do, scrubbing the deck was a daily task. Even though other crew members seemed to dread it, you enjoyed smelling the fresh ocean air and feeling the wind on your back.

Sometimes you could feel Sevika's eyes on you as you cleaned, she sat at the helm, supposedly watching everyone. But when you turned around you would lock eyes with her and she would smirk.

When she sent the crew out on missions you grew to never be afraid, picking up on how to use weapons easily and fight alongside other people.

She almost admired this about you, it was like you were a natural. Like you belonged on her ship.

You didn't know what was on her mind most of the time. She was always closed off and didn't converse with anyone on ship except for Jinx, who was obviously closer to her than the rest of the crew.

But one fateful night you ran into her when you couldn't seem to get to sleep

You approached the bow of the ship, watching the moonlight reflect off the waves, and the clouds move with the wind. It was quite beautiful at night even though there wasn't much to look at other than water.

Hearing footsteps behind you, you put a hand to your holster but spun around to see Sevika. Seeing her in this light reminded you of the day you met her, but now you were in front of her, compared to the day she found you.

"Up so late?" She questioned, her voice indicated she had waken up recently.

"Yeah, I couldn't fall asleep," You let your guard down again and leaned against the wood, hand cradling your face as you stared back into the sea.

"Y'know.. I didn't think you had it in you." She commented.

"Had what in me?" You chuckled, "The guts to be a pirate?"

You talked for a long while after that, the sun hit the horizon by the time you said your goodbyes. You had a feeling that Sevika wouldn't be a mystery to you for much longer.

Eventually, she would come around to teach you how to fight properly, as you mostly fought based off of what you saw others do. She held your body close to hers, helping you mimic her movements. Feeling the buckles of her belts on your back, the coldness of her metal arm on your waist.

As a matter of fact she taught you a lot of things, like how to steer the ship: putting her hands over yours, pointing in the direction of where to go. Teasing you when your hands got tired, and taking over for you, letting you stand between her and the wheel.

She joined you in the crows nest, sitting beside you on the railing with a hand on your back, making sure you didn't fall. She would direct your telescope to look at nearby land or into the horizon.

You had a lot of talks up there.

Sometimes, the crew wondered what was going on between you two, as you were practically always together. (She denies all allegations.. for now)

She taught you how to wield a sword and fought with you for fun. Letting you win from time-to-time, you knew she let you. I mean, there's no way you'd be able to pin Sevika to the wooden deck without a struggle.

You would catch her sleeping on the helm, her feet kicked up on a chair and her hat on her face. As punishment, you would take her hat and keep it until morning. Then, prancing around the next day with it on, commanding the crew jokingly, pretending to be her.

When she finally caught you, she would sweep you up and take the hat right off your head, chuckling at your mischievousness. Sometimes, she would let you wear her hat, only if you promised not to lose it.

After particularly stressful missions, the crew would throw a small party for their winnings, needing time to wind down. You grew accustomed to the crew, even making a few friends with unlikely people.

You and Jinx drank a bit together and danced around on the table, singing sea shanties loudly. But eventually, Sevika would catch you all. And make you clean up. (But not before having a drink herself)

And it was almost a nightly routine to go up to the deck and talk once everyone was asleep, gazing into the moon with her. It felt natural. You felt like you belonged.

God i love her, i dream about her I swear. I love pirates... and I love sevika, pls send in more pirate sevika asks i wanna do a siren one too ngl maybe how Sevika isnt drawn in by your siren call because the captain is a woman AUGHHHHH

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tru-makes-quilts · 19 days ago

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if i were an academic i would love to write a book about all the unseen human labor and lives that make it possible to produce a single quilt.

i don't use commissioned longarm services for my quilting because i can't afford it, but i also used to really struggle with the idea of having another person complete such a prominent part of my project. i thought i wouldn't be able to say 'i made this.'

but i didn't grow the cotton that got woven into the fabric i'm using.

i didn't design the printed fabric collection.

or paint the batik.

i didn't do the math and writing that went into the patterns i use.

i didn't drive any of the ships and trucks that transported the fabric.

i didn't mine the metal that turned into the needles in my machine or hand.

i wasn't the shelf stocker at the chain store or the owner of the indie shop i bought from.

quilting is an inherently collaborative art form. the creativity didn't start with me.

#the idea that any artistic medium is an independent activity is an illusion #a thick 350-page book with color photos in the middle #OR a solid 90 minute documentary #quilting #crafting #sewing #(the idea that any human activity is an independent event is an illusion)

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chrissssssmut · 3 days ago

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An outbreak occurs worldwide, reader prepared for it, he was a survivalist fond of preparing for apocalyptic scenarios, a young ex-military man, bitter, paranoid, while others live their normal lives without noticing the patterns of an impending crisis, he was preparing himself, his move to a small town that only a few people, while the majority would try to make a life in the city, lucky for him they were people with a sense of collective and had a sense of survival, anyway, he bought stocks of toilet paper for his stocks, made his preparations in plastic bottles and preserves, had modest plantations (so as not to attract attention, until he surrounded the city) had animals for breeding, mainly rabbits, (other animals were hidden) so as not to attract the attention of the military when they passed by (the others were in hiding), he is also a skilled mechanic and electrician who knows how to fix cars and create things with scraps and spare parts, the scrapyard was his shopping mall, he kept any screws in his jars in the workshop. He also had stocks of medicines, equipment that he bought hidden (which would be the envy of a service station) and knowledge of alternative medicine, that is, how to use nature to your advantage, which plant was good for burners, for example. He had weapons too, an arsenal hidden in his bunker which was below the basement which was a cellar, due to his paranoia he had weapons hidden in the back fake ones in drawers and behind cabinets and pictures.

He only had himself, until a group of girls showed up. Jennie, Lisa, Rosé, Jisoo, Wonyoung, Yujin, Liz, Winter and Karina.

APOCALYPSE'S DESIRE (Part 1)

Smut story

Jennie, Lisa, Rose, Jisoo, Wonyoung, Yujin ,Liz, Winter and Karina x Male Reader

AN: Super love writing this story! I promise I'll give the other girls more action for part 2! Enjoy this part 1 for now! Much love to all of you for the support!♥️

You had always known the world would end with a whisper, not a bang.

The signs were there.

Gas prices didn’t spike overnight—they crept. Cities didn’t crumble from war—they rotted from the inside. Political figures started disappearing from press briefings. The water in your tap started tasting metallic. Even the animals moved differently.

While the world scrolled, laughed, danced in their neon-lit apartments for followers and likes, you were drilling water filters into old wine barrels. Burying medicine under fake garden beds. Logging ammo count in a stained notebook beside your solar rig.

When the blackout started, you were already stocked with enough toilet paper and canned beans to survive three winters. When the first wave of “the sickness” hit, you were 200 miles from the nearest city, your land surrounded by woods, fences, and warning signs.

You lived in the basement.

No—beneath the basement.

No windows, no sound. Just stone, ammo, the hum of the solar inverter, and the slow tick of your own heartbeat. You weren’t lonely. You were alive.

And then they showed up.

Knock knock knock.

You froze.

It wasn’t loud. Just… persistent. Too steady to be wind. Too clean to be an animal.

You grabbed the Glock from behind the pantry door—your third decoy weapon today—and stalked toward the cellar stairs.

Another knock. Louder now. You checked the camera feed.

Nine figures.

Thin. Dirty. One of them leaned against the wall like she might collapse. You zoomed in.

Young. Female. Late teens to mid-twenties. No visible weapons. No armor. No military cuts. Just scraps, hoodies, and tired eyes.

Still—could be bait.

You flicked the mic.

“You’ve got ten seconds to walk away. That’s more than most get.”

A voice answered. Steady, with a rasp.

“We’re not infected. We’re not raiders. We’re just trying to survive.”

A beat.

“Please.”

You let the silence stretch.

You didn’t trust the word please.

Five minutes later, you were outside, weapon in hand, standing behind the reinforced gate you’d welded from scrap and truck grills.

They stood in a loose huddle. Dirty, but not desperate. Not yet. One girl—tall, tan, sharp eyes—stood slightly ahead. Her lips were chapped, but her voice was cool.

“I’m Jennie. That’s Lisa, Rosé, Jisoo. The tall ones—Wonyoung and Yujin. The quiet ones—Liz, Winter, Karina. We’re not armed.”

“That’s your first mistake,” you said flatly.

Lisa, arms crossed, scoffed. “Or our only choice.”

You looked them over again. Jennie had military posture—not trained, but controlled. Jisoo had blood on her sleeve. Not hers. Rosé carried a worn med kit like it was gold. Wonyoung was watching your hands, not your face. Smart girl.

“Why here?” you asked.

“We saw smoke,” Karina said softly. “And rabbits.”

You cursed under your breath. You hadn’t hidden the traps well enough. You nodded slowly, chewing the inside of your cheek.

“You come in, you follow my rules. You steal, lie, or touch my tools—you’re gone. No second warnings. You hear me?”

They nodded, a little too quickly.

“I don’t care who you were before,” you added. “Pop stars, influencers, fucking astronauts—I don’t do fame. I do survival. You eat what you grow. You work. You don’t make noise unless you want the wrong kind of people hearing.”

Jennie met your eyes.

“We understand.”

You paused, then buzzed the gate.

They walked in slowly, taking in the perimeter. You could see the flicker of calculation in their eyes—the coops, the hydro barrels, the silent wind turbine behind the barn. You watched their hunger. Not just for food. For safety. For order.

Winter knelt near a planter box. Her fingers brushed the leaves.

“Lemon balm,” she murmured. “Good for fever.”

You tilted your head.

“You know herbs?”

She nodded once. “My grandma taught me.”

You gestured toward the shed.

“I’ve got a drying rack. You’ll help stock the cellar.”

Her eyes widened just a little. It was the first hint of trust you allowed yourself.

That night, you ate rabbit stew around a salvaged heater.

Wonyoung sat cross-legged, poking the fire with a stick. Jisoo wrapped a shawl around Liz’s shoulders. Lisa cleaned a hunting knife she swore she found on the road. You didn’t believe her. You didn’t stop her.

They asked you questions.

About the traps. The water tank. The solar rig. They weren’t just making conversation—they were studying you.

“Why here?” Rosé asked quietly.

You didn’t look up.

“Why not.”

“No. I mean—why this town?”

You sighed.

“People don’t fight for small towns. They drain them. Forget them. And that’s what I wanted—to be forgotten.”

Jennie’s voice was low. “Not anymore.”

You finally looked at her.

“I’ll decide that.”

They stayed.

You watched them—how they moved, how they rationed. Karina repaired torn clothes like she’d done it for years. Yujin carried logs like they were feathers. Liz never complained, even when her hands blistered.

And slowly, you started locking the cellar door less often.

One night, Wonyoung knocked on your workshop door.

“Teach me to shoot.”

You didn’t answer. Just slid a pistol across the table.

She picked it up. Checked the chamber. Raised it.

“You’ve held one before.”

“My father was military.”

You hesitated.

“He didn’t make it.”

You watched her. She didn’t flinch.

“I’ll train you at sunrise,” you said.

Her eyes softened.

“Thanks... oppa.”

You almost smiled.

It was past midnight when you heard the faint creak of the cellar door.

Your hand slid toward the pistol under your cot out of habit—but the footsteps were light, careful. Not a threat. Not yet.

She didn’t say anything as she came down the old stone steps, barefoot, wrapped in the same faded hoodie she always wore at night. Jisoo’s eyes met yours across the dim space, candlelight flickering behind her like she’d stepped out of some old painting—dirt on her knees, a cut on her thigh from that last scouting run, still not stitched clean.

You didn’t say her name. Just stared.

She stepped closer.

“I couldn’t sleep,” she murmured.

You grunted. “Not my problem.”

She paused, then sat on the edge of the cot anyway. Brazen.

“...You watch all of us like we're ticking bombs. Like you’re waiting for one of us to break.” Her voice was soft, unblinking. “I think you’re scared of being needed.”

Your jaw flexed. “I’m not scared of shit.”

“No?” she leaned closer, her hand barely brushing the side of your leg. “Then look me in the eye and tell me you don’t want this.”

You could smell her—smoke, soap, and something warm beneath it all. Something real.

“You’re playing a dangerous game,” you said, voice low.

Her fingers found your thigh. “I’m not playing.”

You grabbed her wrist—not rough, but firm. Testing. She didn’t pull away.

Her lips parted as you stood, towering over her. “You think I’m some soft-hearted fool who’ll fold because a pretty girl bats her lashes?”

Jisoo stood too, slowly, until her chest brushed yours. “No. I think you’re a man who’s been alone too long.”

Silence. Your hand slid down her side, under the hoodie, finding bare skin. You felt the shiver that ran through her.

“You want this?” you asked.

“Yes.” No hesitation. Just breathless need.

You didn’t kiss her first. You grabbed her. Hands in her hair, mouth on her throat, pushing her back until she hit the cellar wall with a soft gasp. She let you take control. She wanted it.

“Keep your voice down,” you growled against her neck. “Or you wake the whole damn camp.”

“I don’t care,” she whispered. “Let them hear.”

You slid her hoodie off, exposing her bare chest to the cold air and your hungry hands. You kissed down her collarbone, teeth scraping skin, until she was shaking between your body and the wall. Her legs wrapped around your waist like instinct.

Your belt hit the floor.

She moaned—quiet but desperate—as you pushed your cock inside her, raw and tight and perfect. The kind of fit that made you wonder if fate was cruel or kind.

She clung to you, nails digging into your shoulders. “God—been dreaming about this…”

You thrust deep, slow at first, savoring it. Every moan she swallowed for your sake, every roll of her hips, every muffled gasp—it was real. Like breathing for the first time in weeks.

And when she came—biting your shoulder to muffle the scream—you realized you hadn’t touched another human like this in years.

You came inside her, holding her tight, forehead against hers.

Neither of you spoke for a long moment.

Then Jisoo whispered, “You’re not alone anymore.”

And for once—you didn’t argue.

You didn’t sleep much after that night with Jisoo.

Not because you regretted it—no, it was the opposite.

She made you feel something again, something terrifying and raw. After so long alone, her warmth lingered like a fever. Every time you closed your eyes, you could still feel her nails dragging down your back, her breath trembling against your skin, her words—you’re not alone anymore—echoing in your head like a promise you never asked for.

But reality didn’t slow down. The world outside your fences was still rotting, and the people depending on you still needed clean water, working generators, and bullets for the next time the roads brought trouble.

Jisoo didn’t push. She didn’t hover or cling. But you could feel her eyes on you when you walked past, lingering just a second too long. You didn’t know what to make of it yet.

Then the long-range run came up—fuel, batteries, meds. Jisoo volunteered to go. You didn't stop her. You didn’t even say goodbye.

Maybe she needed space.

Maybe you did, too.

Either way, when the truck rumbled down the gravel road and vanished into the trees, only a few stayed behind. And for the first time in weeks…

It started with silence.

Not the eerie, heavy kind—the rare kind. The kind of silence you earned.

Everyone else was gone—off on a long-range scavenging run. Jisoo had insisted on going this time, maybe to clear the air. Maybe to mark her place. You didn’t stop her. You just watched the truck vanish down the old highway, and turned back toward your workbench.

You needed it—silence, time, your hands in wire and grease.

Then you noticed her.

Lisa. Sitting on a crate in the corner of the shed, half-shadowed by stacked metal scraps, watching you work. Not moving. Just chewing gum and swinging one leg over the other.

“How long you gonna pretend you didn’t know I was here?” she asked, smirking.

You didn’t look up. “Since you sat your loud ass down.”

She laughed. “You think I’m loud?”

You turned the wrench harder than you had to. “Only when you want attention.”

“What if I do?” Her voice was slower now. Thicker.

You looked over your shoulder.

She was leaning back on her arms, legs spread just a little wider than needed, tank top barely holding onto one shoulder. You didn’t mean to stare—but she wanted you to.

“You watching me now, oppa?” she teased.

“You think I didn’t notice you eye-fucking me for a week?” you snapped. “You think I didn’t see you watching when Jisoo snuck into the cellar?”

The smirk dropped—just a little.

But she didn’t back down.

“You want to know why I watched?” she said, standing slowly. “Because you looked… hungry. Like someone finally cut your chains loose.”

She walked toward you, boot heels hitting concrete.

“I want that too,” she said, eyes dark. “I want to see what you’re like when you stop holding back.”

You stepped forward. “You’re playing with fire.”

“Then burn me.”

You grabbed her by the waist and spun her around, slamming her back against the shed wall with a hard grunt. Tools rattled on the pegboard. The heat between you was instant, electric—your lips crashing against hers, teeth scraping, tongues fighting.

She kissed like she fought—fast, rough, cocky. But when your hands slid up her back under her shirt, she shivered. Vulnerable. Real.

“You wanted this,” you growled against her throat.

“I want you.” she hissed back, pulling your shirt off with shaking fingers. “Every dirty thought, every rough edge. All of it.”

You spun her around again—facing the wall this time. Bent her over the worktable. She gasped as you yanked her shorts down, your calloused hands grabbing the curve of her ass, your cock already hard and aching against her thigh.

“Tell me you want it,” you growled, positioning yourself behind her.

She looked back over her shoulder, eyes hooded, lips parted.

“I need it.”

You pushed in, hard and deep, pulling a loud moan from her lips as her hands gripped the edge of the table.

The shed filled with heat and wet sounds—your hips slamming against hers, the scrape of metal tools, her breathy little whimpers with every thrust.

“Fuck—you’re big—so full—”

“Quiet,” you grunted, hand over her mouth as you thrust harder, deeper. “Or the birds’ll hear.”

But she liked being caught. Liked the idea of being used right here, where anyone could come back early. You could feel her clench tighter every time you whispered filth into her ear.

“You’re dripping,” you whispered. “Such a mess. You waited all this time, just to get bent over my worktable like a needy slut?”

She whimpered under your hand, nodding.

“Good girl.”

That broke her.

She came hard—legs trembling, body writhing under you—and the way she screamed into your hand made you lose control.

“F-fuck—! I-I’m cumming—so full, I can’t—” she sobbed into your palm, eyes rolling back as her walls clenched tight around you. “Don’t stop—don’t you dare stop—”

Your hand clamped tighter over her mouth.

“You’re taking it so well,” you growled, hips slamming deep. “Messy little thing. That what you wanted, huh? To be fucked dumb in my shed?”

She nodded frantically, drooling into your fingers, breath breaking in high, desperate whines.

“Mmhf—! G-God, you feel too good—fill me up, please—just give it to me—”

You buried yourself to the hilt and came with a guttural growl, spilling deep inside her as she sobbed through the overstimulation, body still twitching around your cock like she couldn’t let go.

After a long pause, you pulled out slowly. She slumped against the table, flushed and wrecked, shorts still around her ankles, a wild grin on her lips.

“You’re gonna ruin me,” she said breathlessly.

You zipped your pants. “Already did.”

She laughed. “Wonder how long I’ve got before Jisoo finds out.”

You didn’t answer.

But you both knew—it wouldn’t be long.

Lisa fell asleep curled against you, breath slow, skin flushed, thighs still twitching from how hard she came.

You didn’t stay long.

You covered her with an old army blanket, brushed the sweat-damp hair from her cheek, and left the shed before the sun could rise.

It wasn’t about regret.

It was about control.

Letting one girl in was already dangerous. Two? That was the start of something you couldn’t fix—a fracture in the fortress you’d spent years building.

You went straight to the workshop and stayed there until your hands bled from over-tightening screws and your ears rang from the grind of metal on metal.

Jisoo didn’t ask what you did that day. But she didn’t need to. She knew. Her eyes said enough when you passed her in the hallway, and the silence she left in her wake felt louder than a gunshot.

You thought maybe things would settle. That Lisa would move on. That Jisoo would calm down.

You were wrong.

It started with a glance.

You’d just finished repairing the solar panels when Jisoo cornered you outside the barn. She wasn’t loud about it. She never was.

“You haven’t been sleeping,” she said, brushing a speck of dust from your shirt. Her fingers lingered too long. “Is it the nightmares again?”

“I’m fine.”

She stepped closer. “You know, you don’t have to pretend with me.”

You didn’t answer.

“You’ve been… distant. Since the others got back.” Her voice dropped. “Since Lisa.”

There it was.

Your jaw clenched. “You jealous?”

She smiled without warmth. “I’m reminding you what we have. Before someone else tries to rewrite it.”

You stared at her for a long moment. Then walked past.

She didn’t stop you.

But someone else was watching.

You found Wonyoung later—alone, sitting on the porch steps with her knees drawn to her chest, dark hair falling over one shoulder, fingers fidgeting with the hem of her hoodie.

“You always stomp off after a fight?” she asked, voice light.

“Wasn’t a fight.”

“Mm.” She glanced up, eyes unreadable. “She’s scared. That you’ll stop needing her.”

You stiffened.

“That’s what you’re scared of too, isn’t it?” she added. “Needing someone. Letting them in.”

You sat beside her without thinking. She didn’t move away.

“You think you’ve got everyone figured out,” you muttered.

“No,” she said, tilting her head. “But I figured you out.”

“Oh yeah?”

“You’re not nearly as cold as you want to be.” She smiled. “You let Lisa touch you. You let Jisoo see you. But me?” Her fingers brushed your wrist. “You’ve been avoiding me.”

“You’re seventeen.”

“I’m nineteen,” she said calmly. “Not a little girl. Not a fool either.”

You went still.

“Besides,” she whispered, voice brushing your ear like silk, “I don’t need to beg for you like the others.”

You turned to her slowly, eyes narrowed.

“Then what do you need?”

She leaned in, lips nearly grazing yours.

“I just need… five minutes alone with you.”

She pulled you by the hand.

Not to your cot. Not to the cellar.

To the storage room—locked, hidden behind the water barrels—where she knew no one would look. And when she closed the door behind you, she didn’t say a word.

She pushed you against the wall.

“You want me to beg?” she whispered, undoing her hoodie. “Or do you want me to earn it?”

You caught her wrist. “You think you’re in control?”

“No.” Her smile was pure mischief. “But I think you want to give it to me.”

She dropped to her knees like a dream—slow, reverent. Fingers tracing your waistband. She undid your belt with an infuriating calm, eyes locked on yours the whole time.

“So tense,” she murmured, freeing your cock and stroking it slowly, deliberately. “So angry all the time. What would happen if you just… let go?”

You didn’t answer. You couldn’t.

Not when her mouth wrapped around you—hot, wet, tongue teasing every inch like she studied you, like she knew what would break you.

“Fuck—” you hissed, grabbing her hair. “You’re a slut, you know that?”

She moaned around your cock, hands gripping your thighs, taking you deeper until you hit the back of her throat. No gag. No panic.

Just control.

And then she pulled off, saliva trailing from her lips, pupils blown wide.

“You gonna fuck me now?” she said softly. “Or are you scared I’ll ruin you too?”

That was the last straw.

You grabbed her, lifted her effortlessly, shoved her against the wall. Her legs wrapped around your waist, panties already soaked, and when you sank into her, her mouth dropped open in a silent scream.

“Oh my god—” she gasped. “You feel—fuck—so big, it hurts—”

You didn’t stop.

You thrust into her hard, deep, the wall shaking with every motion, her back arching as her arms clung around your neck.

“Tell me how bad you wanted my cock,” you growled into her ear.

“I wanted it—since the first day—we walked in and I saw you—so angry, so lonely—”

You fucked her harder.

“You’re mine now,” you snarled.

“Yours—yours—fuck—I’m gonna cum—!”

She came with a cry, pussy clenching tight, milking you, dragging your orgasm out of you in violent, choking waves.

You filled her, holding her close as her body trembled in your arms, every gasp a whispered prayer.

When it was over, she kissed your jaw. Sweet. Innocent.

“She’s going to know,” you muttered.

“Let her,” Wonyoung whispered. “She’s not the only one who knows how to survive.”

The tension didn’t just appear overnight—it had been simmering for days, each small action, each glance, pulling taut the fragile threads between you and the others. But it all came to a head when the first rays of dawn broke through the cracked windows, lighting up the kitchen like the calm before a storm.

You’d just finished stacking firewood in the stove when you felt it. The shift in the air. The weight of silence breaking with every shift of a spoon, the scrape of chairs, the too-loud clatter of bowls and cups.

It wasn’t much, but it was enough.

“So,” Lisa said, voice light, too light. “Anyone else notice how our fearless leader’s been... busy lately?”

Your hand froze on the kettle.

Across the table, Jisoo didn’t look up. Just kept stirring her oatmeal.

“Lisa,” Jennie murmured. A warning.

“What?” Lisa grinned. “It’s not a crime to relieve stress in the apocalypse, right?” She turned her gaze to you, smirking. “And damn, he’s got plenty to give.”

Wonyoung didn’t flinch. She was sipping tea, legs crossed neatly, gaze fixed on the wall like none of this concerned her.

“You’re not funny,” Jisoo said quietly.

Lisa arched a brow. “Didn’t say I was trying to be.”

You stepped forward. “That’s enough.”

But it wasn’t. You could feel the blood in the water now—something primal, unspoken, and about to turn violent.

“You’re not the only one who’s been around him,” Jisoo said, voice low and calm, but her knuckles were white around her spoon. “So maybe don’t act like he’s yours.”

Lisa blinked, then let out a sharp laugh. “Me? You’re the one who’s been playing housewife. Like giving him a little sob story in the cellar makes him your man now.”

“At least I didn’t jump him in a damn shed like a stray cat in heat.”

That one hit.

Lisa stood. “Say that again.”

You stepped between them. “Both of you—stop. Right now.”

“Why?” Wonyoung said, finally looking up. Her voice was soft, almost amused. “Let them. Let them claw each other over a man who’s already bored of both.”

The room went still.

Jennie raised an eyebrow. “You want to add something, Wonyoung?”

“No,” Wonyoung said with a small smile. “I already had my turn.”

Lisa’s eyes shot to her. “What?”

“Don’t act surprised,” Wonyoung said, brushing nonexistent lint off her sleeve. “You thought you were the only one who knew how to be quiet?”

Jisoo stood now too.

“When?” she snapped. “When did you—”

“Storage room,” Wonyoung replied, still seated, still calm. “The night you left for the outpost.”

Lisa turned to you, blinking in disbelief. “You let her—her?”

You didn’t say anything.

Because the truth was: you did. And you didn’t regret it. Not in the moment.

But now?

Now it felt like lighting a match in a room soaked in gasoline.

“You’re unbelievable,” Jisoo whispered, eyes wet now. “You said you didn’t let people in.”

You met her eyes. “I didn’t mean for this—”

“You never mean anything, do you?” she bit out. “You just let things happen. Let people crawl into your bed and pretend they matter.”

The room was spinning now.

Winter and Karina had gone silent in the corner, both watching with wide eyes. Yujin leaned against the wall, arms crossed, lips tight, as if holding something in. Liz… Liz looked like she wanted to disappear.

“If this is how it’s going to be,” Jennie said suddenly, rising to her feet, “we need rules.”

Everyone turned to her.

“This isn't just about him anymore. It’s about all of us. About surviving. You really wanna let jealousy ruin the only safe place we’ve got left?”

She looked at you, eyes sharp.

“We’re not playing harem in the woods. So decide. Now.”

You swallowed hard.

Lisa was glaring at you like you betrayed her.

Jisoo was fighting tears.

Wonyoung? She just tilted her head, like she was curious to see what you’d say next.

And for a moment, you couldn’t speak.

Because you did want them. Maybe not all the same way. Maybe not equally. But they weren’t just tools or passengers.

They were yours now. In some impossible, irreversible way.

But how do you say that?

The air in the kitchen felt suffocating, thick with unspoken words and heated glares. You knew things had gone too far, but there was no easy way to patch this up—not anymore. Lisa's smirk was gone, replaced by a cold look in her eyes.

Jennie stood now, slowly, the tension tightening in her posture. She was quiet, but her presence was commanding.

“We need to set some ground rules,” Jennie said, voice low, but carrying. “Before this spirals any further.”

Jisoo, still standing by the window, crossed her arms. “And what? You think these ‘rules’ are going to fix things? You think we’re going to go back to being a team just like that?”

Her voice broke, just slightly, but enough for everyone to hear. It was raw. Vulnerable.

But Lisa jumped in before anyone could say anything.

“What are you going to do, Jisoo?” She tilted her head. “Gonna keep pretending you didn’t already make your move on him? You're no better than the rest of us.”

“I didn’t—" Jisoo began, but her voice faltered. "It’s not like that."

“It never is, is it?” Lisa interrupted, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

Jisoo’s face flushed with anger, and she opened her mouth to retort, but Wonyoung’s voice cut through the chaos, soft, almost like a whisper, but cutting.

“Enough.”

Everyone froze.

Wonyoung’s gaze swept over the group, calm but dangerous in its quiet authority. Her lips curved, almost imperceptibly, as if she were savoring the power she held in the silence.

“We’re all here because we need each other,” she continued, her eyes landing on you. “If we’re going to survive, we need to stop pretending it’s just about him.” She leaned back in her chair, her voice casual, but the weight of her words was unmistakable. “This is about trust. And right now, trust is... fragile.”

She turned her gaze toward Lisa, then to Jisoo. The others were silent, watching the battle unfold, as if they’d seen this coming, as if the tension between the three of you had been building for days.

“You’ve both been too focused on him,” Wonyoung said, her voice dripping with barely concealed amusement. “Fighting over scraps. But here's the truth: none of us are in control of anything anymore.” She let that sink in for a moment, before adding softly, “Including him.”

The room was heavy with silence. Then Jennie stepped forward, her gaze narrowing.

“What’s your point?” she asked, voice steady but sharp.

Wonyoung’s lips curved into a knowing smile. She was playing a different game—a game that was more dangerous than anyone realized. She wasn’t just speaking to the group. She was speaking to you.

“My point,” she said, her eyes flicking to you with a dangerous, knowing gleam, “is that he doesn’t want to be anyone’s prize. He’s been alone, surviving on his own for so long, and now you’re all trying to fit him into your little world.” She stood up, taking a step toward you, her voice dropping an octave, a little too intimate. “You’re just another thing to survive, aren’t you?”

You swallowed. The words hit deeper than you expected. Was she right?

“What if I don’t want to be part of anyone’s game?” you asked, your voice hoarse.

Wonyoung didn’t flinch. She simply smiled, stepping closer to you. “You’re already in it, whether you like it or not.”

A tense silence filled the room before Karina spoke up, her voice surprisingly firm.

“We don’t have time for this,” she said, crossing her arms. “The world’s falling apart. We need to focus on what we’re here for—survival.”

But it was too late. The damage had already been done.

Wonyoung’s words were like poison, slowly creeping through the group, infecting everyone’s thoughts.

“You really think survival is the only thing that matters, Karina?” Wonyoung’s voice was silky, cold. “We’re here because we’re human. And that means we fight for more than just food and shelter. We fight for connection.”

Her gaze locked with yours again, a dangerous intensity in her eyes.

“And you,” she said softly, “you’re not just a survivor anymore. You’re part of us. Whether you want to be or not.”

The room was a powder keg, and you could feel it. The tension had reached its peak, and no one was backing down. The power dynamics were shifting—everyone was trying to stake their claim.

Wonyoung’s words were a reminder of how deep things were going. The way she looked at you—possessive, almost calculating—wasn't lost on anyone. Jisoo was still struggling with the jealousy bubbling inside her, but now, there was something else in her eyes too. Hurt. Vulnerability.

And Lisa?

She was watching, waiting for the next move, the next spark. Her frustration was palpable, but there was something else lurking behind her cool façade—desire.

This wasn’t over.

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Death of a family

The Intern Collection:

Prequel: Death of a family

The Intern: Day one

The Intern: The Laughing Fish

The Intern Field Trip

The Intern: Busy Work

The Intern: Outreach Gala

The Intern: Teachers Pet

The Intern: Visiting an old friend

The Intern: Chemical Valley

The Intern: Billionaire Boys Club

Once the warehouse went up in flames, the world went silent. A blinding light stuns my senses. Before I can react, Nightwing shields me from the shock wave as we both go tumbling down. For a couple seconds, the only sound I can hear is the pounding of his heart. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. Frozen, I see my horror reflected in his pale blue eyes. We didn't make it in time.

The ash slowly descends while the two vigilantes rummage through the debris. Staying out of the way, I do my best to be productive by prepping the med pack. Prepping for the worst, but hoping for the best. A slight glimmer catches my eye from a hundred yards.

Narrowing my eyes, I stumble through the wreckage. Drawing near, I dust the fallen ash away from a metallic pendant. More specifically a metallic bird... no. oh God no. It's a Robin. Dropping the med pack in shock, I manage to choke out "Dick..."

Nightwing rushes to my side within moments.

"What is it?" He questions, "Are you hurt?"

His eyes dart across my face looking for any signs of injury. Following my gaze, he mutters.

"Oh..."

When the body is revealed, I feel nothing. I should be screaming. Crying. Cursing at a god I don't believe in... but I don't say anything. Time slows down. Once Batman takes vitals, I work on breathes while Nightwing does chest compressions. 30 compressions. 2 breathes. Every other rotation, Bruce and Dick switch out. CPR is brutal. It's hard to ignore the cracking of the sternum or the fluid spilling into the one way mask. Attaching the AED, I pray something changes. Pausing Bruce's CPR, we clear the area to deliver the first shock. Then the second. Sandwiched between rounds of CPR, the AED gives us nothing to go off of.

After a while, it becomes hopeless. Most hearts restart after the first two shocks. Bruce's determined gaze grows frantic. Using his entire body, Batman's chest compressions progressively become deeper. Too deep. I avoid looking at the face of the limp carcass. If I look at his face, then it means this entire afternoon actually happened.

"Bruce, STOP! This isn't doing anything. " Dick argues tearing the man away from his fallen son, "He's... gone."

My chest tightens at Nightwing's voice crack. This cannot be real.

Pulling himself together, the Bat's eyes meet mine. For the first time since I've met him, the calculated facade has fallen to the wayside. Pure anguish stares back at me. From the slumping of his shoulders to the tight line of his lips, it's clear as day. Straightening himself, the Bat swiftly moved the body back to the plane.

"I'll prepare Alfred for the service."

Service... Is that it? That soon?

Dick excuses himself claiming to need a bite to eat. With a lingering hug, he tells me that he'll whip me something up too. Haphazardly, I decline the offer. Dick's right of course. I haven't eaten in over a day, but... Every ounce of hunger left my body the moment, I smelled burnt flesh.

For the first time all day, I look at him.

Covered in soot, the burns are the first images that are seared in my subconscious. Black bruises lace around every external patch of skin. Underneath all the brutality, my jaw clenches. Did he always look this young? For a kid who was starting to develop a jawline, I forgot how round his cheeks were. How long ago was his birthday again? A few months? Fifteen. His thick dark lashes stay completely still while I brush the hair out of his face.

No... No.. This isn't right. This is not how our story goes... Prom. Graduation. We were supposed to be dumb kids in love. Not some high school cautionary tale.

Suddenly, it all sinks in. I can't breathe.

No more study dates at Wayne Tower.

No more reading together

No more lazy Sunday morning smiles.

No more late-night Robin visits.

Sliding down the wall, a single tear drops down my face. The pressure resting on my chest prevents any more tears. Everything in me wants to wail. Throw a fit. Kill the bastard who did this. Instead, I stare wordlessly at the smooth metallic wall furnishing.

I am too young to feel this old.

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the-90s-music-colosseum · 1 year ago

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Quarterfinals, Match 2

expand to see all propaganda received! (wall of text warning oh my god this is a severe cautionary message)

Lauryn Hill:

"she paved the way and was hot as fuck the whole time"

"Girl c'mon. Look at her. You're gonna try and tell me that isn't the most beautiful and attractive person alive? Okay. You're lying but okay."

"if u freaks don't give ms. lauryn hill the respect she deserves..."

"actually one of the prettiest women ever I'm such a lesbian for her. like irl I'm already a lesbian but she is helping"

Damon Albarn:

"Don’t think Damon should be here? Why don’t you get your head checked by a jumbo jet? Maybe you’ll feel heavy metal and calm down."

"If Damon is in the “some guy” category, he’s the heavenly and heartbreaking version. Damon is the sort of significant stranger I’d see on the train out of Colchester but could never speak to, just a face seen in passing yet too radiant to be real. I’d fall in love for an hour and carry the ache for a month."

"Damon sets the standard for me. I think he’s the most fascinating man alive. What I find attractive in Damon is not just his gorgeous bone structure and boyish charm, but how wholly he’s committed himself to music. Damon is an artist who walked the walk: in one of his roughest years with some of his rawest songwriting, he said he was no longer excited by anything except the creative process. He was disillusioned with the celebrity of it all, with his relationships suffering for it, and only wanted to make art: nothing more, nothing less. He would go on to compose film scores, write operas and stage musicals, produce other artists’ records, form collectives to fulfill his passion for world music, and create some of the most globally successful music of his career in a completely innovative format that placed him as the phantom behind the characters. Whenever one band takes a break, he makes a solo record or puts together a supergroup to stay busy. He’s uniquely collaborative and still writes personal letters inviting artists to record with him, and yet can function as a one-man show, acting as a multi-instrumentalist, a singer-songwriter and a producer. He’s been a constant voice of bringing British music to the world *and* bringing world music into Britain. Sure, he’s won Brit Awards and a Grammy among others, but he also has a Guinness World Record and was named an Officer of the British Empire for his services to music; his long work with Africa Express earned him respect even from peers who’d previously dismissed him, and his commitment to support his Malian collaborators in the face of violence earned him the title of Local King in Mali. There is so much talent in the world, but there is truly no one else with a career that looks like Damon Albarn’s. Damon is far more than just a prettyboy to look nice on a magazine cover, but looks are the ultimate point of this tournament, so make no mistake: he was terribly, terribly pretty. You watch him performing in the 90s, you sift through photoshoots and interviews and documentaries, and it feels *cruel* how beautiful he was. If his talent was god-given, so was his face. To put a bow on this thesis: I don’t know if Gorillaz and Damon’s musical universe would be the experimental, globe-trotting, boundary-pushing community affair it is if Blur hadn’t become such a central figure in Britpop and if Damon had not been made such a media spectacle, and I don’t know if Damon would have been that spectacle if he wasn’t so ungodly pretty. The domino effect is that Damon’s cherubic face launched a thousand multimedia art school projects for decades to come."

"I wish I was basically any bloke in the 90s so I could tongue Damon Albarn down. Damon will see a man and ask “is anyone gonna kiss that?” and not wait for a response."

"I have a pillow with his face on it. I sleep with it every night 😊"

"“I’m more homosexual than Brett Anderson, always have been. As far as bisexuality goes, I’ve had a taste of that particular fruit, or have been tasted you might say…” is just the rawest most Shakespearean statement ever"

"he is the ultimate Pretty Boy ™. his glorious golden locks, his electric blue eyes. he is if Princess Diana was a Britpop Dude. he is the Regina George of Britpop. he is if Aphrodite took male form. Zeus would come down to earth to fuck him if he knew. he is a caffeinated orange cat let loose. he is deranged. he is unhinged. you never know what will come out of his mouth. he had sexual tension with every single man who knew him. he pulled justine fucking frischmann. his aura knows no bounds. he is a siren. he is a weird guy. but being so gorgeous stunning ethereal didn't stop him from also being one of the most prolific songwriters of his generation"

"THE MAIN BLUR"

"literally where do i even begin. i could write entire essays on this man. a good place to start would be the beetlebum music video, i suppose. i'll never forget the first time i watched that music video. something in me changed, my brain chemistry was altered, my life was never the same, i view the world a lot differently now. and a lot of the viewing i'm doing is of pictures of damon albarn's face because of boy do i have a lot of those saved. every time i try to look for a photo of something on my phone i can't find it because there's so much damon. okay that's maybe an exaggeration but this man has the most unfathomable beauty ever. his eyes? HIS EYES. god dammit i love his eyes i want to stare at them until the end of time like nothing else exists. i'm so normal about this man (lying) and while i'm usually very shameless about my interests i'm actually incredibly glad this propaganda is anonymous because otherwise. yeah. but the world deserves to see damon albarn's beauty and also hear his fantastic voice because what the fuck. his voice is literally the most gorgeous sound ever produced like bro sounds like that and expects me not to fall in love? i want this man to sing his silly songs and talk absolute nonsense to me until the sun eventually blows out and the world ends. cmon damon girlies let's demolish this tournament i know there are a lot of you."

"He’s beautiful. He’s a little rat. He’s a sweetheart. He’s a dickhead. He’s a musical genius. He’s a dumb bitch. He’s a jock. He’s a weirdo. He’s real. He’s an illusion. He’s everything. He’s just Damon."

"DAMON DAMON DAMON where do I begin oh jeez I've hyperfixated on this man for a solid 4 years and still going strong. Damon makes me wish that British people are real. That says A LOT. This man created a whole ass ANIMATED BAND WITH A SHIT TON OF LORE as a SIDE HUSTLE??? Not to mention, what other man has collaborated with Stevie Nicks, MF DOOM, Del the Funky Homosapien, Snoop Dogg, AND Beck?! People, we're literally in the presence of a god. And he's STILL GOING. Anyways, TL;DR, damon is so so so neat and cool and he should definitely win this competition. Thank you."

"Okay 90s Damon is The Perfect Boy yes yes, but the people who parrot the Daily Mail and say "he's ugly now" will never understand. I would still suck every drop from him on his deathbed."

"Vote for whoever you want to. But Damon is so pretty."

"i did not spend hours admiring this beautiful man's face on pinterest just to see him lose."

"Damon Albarn just brings me joy. When I'm watching him perform, following along as the camera lingers on and adores his pretty face, I get butterflies like I'm 15 again. It's nice to still feel that totally unguarded giddiness sometimes."

"God let the intrusive thoughts win making Damon. What if he's a beautiful blond twink with eyes like saucers and dick to his knees, he reads Herman Hesse and plays footie and is insufferable about both, he'll be the most prolific musician of his generation and write operas and seminal albums in 5 different genres and also he's gonna be the dumbest bitch alive? He'll also be kinda bi, but only kinda. And send."

"when i found out about his existence, my life was changed forever. i wish i could use him like the hannah montana boot milk pillow and chuck him at the wall so he makes a loud thud"

"Think of the drama and anon fights it'll cause if Damon wins it all! And think of how quiet it'll get after Damon's out. You'll miss him when he's gone, like memories of a noisy house years after it's grown silent. Choose Damon, and keep the messy train chugging."

"Even the Gallagher brothers have the hots for him."

"Kiss kiss I love him also you can't vote for any of the Seattle men they're literally copy and paste it's not fair. We need Brit representation"

"I want to take care of him, I want to provide for him. I need to gauge his baby blue puppy dog orbs out to I can clean them with wood varnish, paint shades of Pantone 320 C in his eyes, spray eau de parfume by dior in them and sew it back into his eyes like that scene in Toy Story 2."

"Seeing as simply filling the page with ‘Damon’ written 10000000 times isn’t going to cut it 😅 may I admit/submit: I DO have him tattooed on my being (no descriptive, is this anon?); he’s inspired somewhat unhinged late night/early morning fandom conversations in which I’ve served as ‘parish’ priest hearing confessions from all manner of folk about what they’d like to do to him/receive from him; sadly I lost an essay where I detailed why the letters that make up his name suit him so well, and described him as the hot caramel sauce to Graham’s cool vanilla ice cream. He’s a faerie princess with a nose that makes people weep and a voice that feels like the warmest home and he gives amazing hugs. He loves trains and chickens and his tuxedo cat. He’s annoying and sweet and somewhat unhinged and his music saves people and all this is on top of that fantastic dick. He’s a dream yet very real and we’re fucking blessed to be on earth at the same time as him, amen"

"Damon Albarn was a beautiful, beautiful boy. The world saw that, regardless of if every individual reading this has the same taste in men; it felt like a truth of the universe at the time. They don't make celebrities that angelic in face and erratic in personality anymore."

"I need to touch his eyebrows, nose and prostate just one time JUST ONE TIME COME ON"

#most attractive 90s musician #poll #polls #lauryn hill #fugees #damon albarn #blur #90s music #tournament

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FRIENDS WITHIN TOUCHING DISTANCE

⊹ Summary: Jungkook and you, his childhood friend, live together in an apartment, sharing space as roommates. Your relationship, built on years of friendship, is gradually becoming strained by growing sexual tension. You decide to become friends with benefits, trying not to complicate your feelings. But Jungkook's world is not so simple. When you begin to realize that he is hiding something, you open the veil of his double life - a world of mafia, criminal activity, and risk that could ruin not only your deal, but everything you valued in each other.

⊹ Couple: Jeon Jungkook/ Fem!Reader

⊹ Characters: The Reader, Jeon Jungkook, Park Jimin, Kim Taehyung, Min Yoongi, Kim Seokjin, Kim Namjoon, Jeon Hoseok.

⊹ 🔞 Age restrictions: 18+

⊹ 👩🏼‍❤️‍👨🏻 Relationships: ⚤

⊹ 📘 Number of part: 12/30

⊹ 🖇️ Tags: best friends, friends with benefits, slow longing, sexual tension, protected sex, unprotected sex, alcohol, drunken sex, inexperienced main character, mafia au, illegal trade, deaths of minor characters, weapons, swear words. Tags will be added as the story is written.

⊹👩🏼‍💻 From the author: Almost the Christmas part. There's a lot going on here, and you'll also see Jungkook in action in the mafia stuff. What do you think about it? Did I do a good job with his character? 🥺 An amazing trip to Japan becomes a turning point. Thank you very much to everyone who reads 💜

⊹ 🫂 Dedication: For you, my love @myjungkookthighs. You know that I appreciate you very much and love you🥰💜

⊹ ⚠️ Warning: English is not my native language, so there may be mistakes in the text. Please don't get mad at me too much! Those under 18, please don't read this story!

⊹ 📋 Tag list: @myjungkookthighs, @notsevenwithyou (If anyone wants to be in my tag list let me know)

≣ Chapter Index ↓

Part 12: Christmas trip to Niseko.

Jungkook was sitting in a spacious office with panoramic windows that overlooked Seoul at night. The office of some kind of food company. A pretty good-looking one, judging by the look of the place.

Thick cigarette smoke was gathering under the ceiling, and in front of him, at a massive desk, sat a client of their services.

The man in the expensive suit was constantly adjusting his tie, trying not to make eye contact with Jungkook. Jungkook didn't want to be here, and he had no desire to extort money from this miserable man. But that was his job. He was sitting in the man's office and acting like he owner the place.

"We had a deal!" - Jungkook said, slowly shifting a heavy black metal fist in his hands, a symbol that no refusal would be accepted. His voice sounded indifferent, but with a hint of threat. "You put your money on our fighter, we make sure he wins, and you pay the agreed upon share."

"I... I understand..." - The man began, wiping sweat from his forehead. "But my business is going through a tough time. I just need a little more time..."

Jungkook leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, and his voice became even quieter, but no less menacing.

"Your 'hard times' are not our concern. Namjoon has entrusted me with this matter, and I will not leave this office until I get what is due."

The man tried to look calm, but his fingers were trembling. He hesitated for a few more seconds and then walked over to the safe in his office. It was hidden behind a painting on the wall and he took out the wads of bills.

"Everything should be here. I didn't want to delay you... It just happened that..." - The man brought the money to the table and put it down carefully.

Jungkook took the money, counting it carefully before tossing the envelope on the table next to the couch where Jimin was sitting. He silently collected it and tucked it into his jacket pocket. Jimin then took out the letter of commitment and tore it up in front of the man, who was pale with fear.

"Honesty is what keeps Namjoon's business afloat." - Jungkook said as he stood up. "Remember that the next time you want to delay a payment."

Jungkook and Jimin got into a black Mercedes Gelentwagen and pulled out of the parking lot. Their car was followed by a similar black Mercedes Viano. Jungkook drove the car, while Jimin checked his phone.

"How annoying are these assholes." - Jimin broke the silence. Jungkook listened attentively, but he was thinking about his own. "It was only 100 million won, and it took so much time." - Jimin complained.

"Yoongi asked us to do it, otherwise Namjoon would have been angry. You know he likes when to pay on time. Besides, I told you I could go by myself." - Jungkook explained why it was necessary.

"Whatever. I just wanted to walk my ass. It's been a long time since I've done this kind of work." - Jimin said and smiled.

"Then why are you complaining?" - Jungkook asked.

"I'm annoyed by these worthless bastards who still think they can bargain with us." - Jungkook nodded his head in agreement.

"What about the devices? Did you find out what happened to them? Why were they all corrupted?" - Jungkook asked, ending the previous conversation.

"Yes, I found out." - Jimin says slowly while texting someone. Jungkook waits patiently for a reply as he glances over at Jimin. He finishes and locks his phone. He gets comfortable in the seat and speaks. "Doohoon switched the devices when the shipment left Japan. He also forged the documents, so their logistics company was listed. It was stupid, to be honest. He should have just done it through a left-wing small company. But we would have known it was him anyway. With the help of the subsidiary, I figured it out in two minutes."

"I see. Do you know where the working devices are?" - Jungkook asked after listening to Jimin.

"I know. Niseko is on the island of Hokkaido." - He replied. Jungkook was a quick think. He could organize a trip there under the guise of some business with his Japanese partners. Pick up the devices and try to sell them again. And he'd deal with Doohoon as soon as he was done with this case.

"Listen, Jimin." - Jungkook wanted to share his thoughts. "What if I fly to Japan and return these devices and try to sell them? By myself." - Jimin smiles at Jungkook's idea.

"Are you ready to organize all this shit and fly to Japan?" - Jimin asks.

"You got any better ideas? If Namjoon finds out that Doohoon did this, everyone will get hurt. And me the most. I don't want to add another 50 million dollars to my debt." - Jungkook argues. Jimin agreed with Jungkook's statement.

"You're in luck, my dear friend." - Jimin suddenly says. Jungkook tries to understand what his words mean. "Yoongi came to visit yesterday. He told me that Doohoon's father is negotiating with our partners in Japan. He wants them to directly cover the transportation without us. In return, he's offering them a special deal - to transport their goods all over Asia for next to nothing." - Jungkook raises his eyebrows. Like father and like son. Why are they such a pain in the ass?

"Does Namjoon know?" - Jungkook asks.

"Yes. That's why Yoongi is asking me and Taehyung to go to Japan to check this information and meet with Kazuhiro Yamada. I can take you with me so you can do some work with the devices. You can also help us with the negotiations. The more you work on company business, the more you'll be in the boss’s good graces. Besides, it's Christmas next week, so we'll celebrate it by going skiing." - Jimin suggested.

Jungkook is really lucky. This business with the Japanese mafia member has come at the perfect time. He needs to use it to avoid the disaster that awaits him.

He's going to fly to Japan and he's worried that it might take a long time. Maybe 5 days or even a whole week. He can't leave you without him for that long.

He might try to put a guard around you, but you might react aggressively to that. Probably, he should be sent you to your parents for Christmas, but he's not sure if it will be safe either. There, Doohoon will be able to pursue you even more brazenly than here. He will try to gain your parents' trust by referring to school friendships. In addition, he can present himself to your parents as a cool heir to a large company, and then they will definitely lose their vigilance. Under no circumstances should you be left alone.

"Jimin-hyun." - Jungkook calls out. "You do realize that I can't leave Y/N alone in Seoul, given Doohoon’s sick antics. I have to take her with me." - Jimin thought seriously about Jungkook's words.

"Jungkook, it's risky. We won't be alone, and the cause we're traveling for is serious. I don't think Y/N will be safe there with us. Should we put a guard around her? I can order my brother to follow her." - Jungkook presses his lips together. He nervously plays with his lip piercing. No, that's not an option. He'll worry too much. If Doohoon finds out that Jungkook isn't around, he'll act. Jungkook doesn't like him being quiet and deceptively calm as it is.

"No. I’m taking she with. We'll pretend it's a Christmas trip to a ski resort. I'll be calm if she's in front of my eyes." - Jungkook stood his ground. Jimin quickly gave up. He knows Jungkook, if he's worried about something, he'll do it his way.

"Good. Then Y/N will come with us. She'll be happy, I think." - Jimin thought. "Want to sleep in the same room with her to make sure Doohoon isn't stalking her?" - He joked. Jimin looked up from the road and noticed Jungkook's sly smile.

"Good idea, Hyung. I couldn't think of a way to sleep in the same bed with her." - Jungkook replied sarcastically. Jimin laughed.

"Dude, this is a good opportunity to fuck her with romance and not just at home on the couch." - Jimin suggested. His voice is too cheerful.

"I'll think about it." - Jungkook only says.

"Go ahead and admit it to your best friend and favorite, Hyung. You're fucking her." - Jimin tries to find out the truth for the umpteenth time. He doesn't believe in Jungkook's excuses. The way he protects and cares for you speaks for itself.

"Why are you so interested in this? I don't care who you're fucking." - Jungkook replies.

"You live together and look like a couple. You should get together. She's a good girlfriend for you." - Jimin assures.

"A good girlfriend for me..." - Jungkook repeats his friend's words quietly. "But I'm a bad boyfriend for her." - He says with bitterness in his voice.

"She wouldn't turn her back on you if she knew who you really are. That's why I say you're perfect for each other. I've known her for a short time, though. I have a talent for reading people." - Jimin reassures Jungkook. He doesn't answer and continues to drive, heading to “Mono Corp”.

You are blinded by the daylight, which is enhanced by the abundance of snow around you. The frosty air of Niseko greeted you with a sharp gust of wind that made you wrap yourself even tighter in your down jacket. Even the warm scarf wrapped around your head couldn't protect you from the small snowflakes flying into your face.

The snow-covered mountain slopes sparkled around him, and the Art Nouveau buildings blended harmoniously into the winter landscape.

Jungkook confidently stepped to the black minivan, shaking the snow off his heavy boots. His gaze slid across the parking lot in nearly airport, where expensive cars were parked. The other guys followed him out: Jimin was adjusting his hat with a slight smile, Taehyung was holding his camera, taking pictures of the beauty around him, and Hoseok and Jin were having a fun argument about whether they would go skiing or save it for tomorrow.

You remember Jungkook coming home earlier than usual two days ago. He asked you about your plans for Christmas. You suggested that he go to Suwon. But he made you a better offer. Jimin wanted to go to a ski resort in Japan. So he suggested it to Jungkook and a few friends. Jungkook said he would go, but only if you went with them.

You'll be a little confused. Celebrating Christmas in Japan is very cool. But why is Jungkook so insistent that you go? That's suspicious. Maybe he's nervous about Doohoon again? Anyway, Jungkook carefully left you with no choice. So this year, instead of Suwon, you'll be celebrating Christmas in Niseko.

You've never seen anything like it before. Niseko looked like a postcard: a small town with narrow, snow-covered streets that resembled a fairy-tale maze.

The air was piercingly clean and fresh, making every breath seem cold and new. Here and there, neat houses with roofs that bent under the weight of the snow stood on the roadsides, and wooden signs in Japanese added charm to the local flavor.

The city center had a special atmosphere: the noise of coffee shops, the smell of hot chocolate and ginger, and the laughter of tourists and skiers returning from the slopes with red cheeks and shining eyes. Small shops with oriental souvenirs, red lanterns swaying in the wind, and soft light from the lamps created a warm, cozy aura in the middle of a snowstorm.

When you all arrived at the hotel, you felt heart sink. A tall wooden building stylized in traditional Japanese design, but with elements of modern design. The sleek dark glass facade that reflected the surrounding mountains and neon accents created the impression of an ultra-modern building that stood aloof in the snowy landscape. Large panoramic windows offered a view of the snow-capped mountains, which seemed so close that you could touch them with your hand.

Expensive SUVs were parked at the entrance, under a wide canopy, and hotel staff in matching black coats were helping guests with their luggage.

"Not bad." - You muttered, gazing at the luxury that seemed a little cold, but alluring.

The guys left the minivan and you set off to checking into the rooms. It had been a long journey and you were tired.

Inside, the atmosphere was completely different. The hotel greeted you with warm light and high-tech style, combining metal structures, mirrored ceilings and soft furniture in muted colors.

In the center of the lobby was a huge installation in the form of a waterfall - water flowed smoothly over the glass, creating a quiet, soothing noise. The walls were covered with large LED panels with animated landscapes - either starry skies or snow-capped peaks that looked almost real.

You turned your head in different directions, looking around and admiring every detail. This hotel is so luxurious, you didn't expect to live there during holidays. A night here must cost a fortune.

But you were even more embarrassed when you were escorted to the floor where it turned out that only the six of you would be staying.

You were taken up to the VIP floor, where there were three presidential suites. It seemed to be a completely closed floor only for very important guests. You were wildly uncomfortable with this luxury.

You were put in the apartment with Jungkook. Taehyung wanted to suggest that you stay with him, but when he saw Jungkook and Jimin's angry looks, he agreed that you would be more comfortable with your best friend.

The lux apartment was big. It was twice as big as Jungkook's apartment. The interior was minimalist but expensive: gray walls, black furniture with metal elements. There were two separate bedrooms, two bathrooms, a large living room, a sort of dining room that smoothly transitioned into a living room, an office, and a dressing room. On the wall, like in the lobby, there was a screen with landscapes that changed depending on the settings.

You walked around these rooms and didn't understand why everyone decided to live here.

Jungkook met you in the living room in a confused state. He brought in your luggage and came closer. He put his arms around your waist and pressed his lips to yours. Finally, you were alone with no prying eyes.

Your mind was a little foggy. Jungkook's lips and tongue distracted you from the pressing questions that were swarming in your head like bees in a hive.

When you had enjoyed the kiss enough, you decided to ask.

"Kook... this place so expensive. We could have checked into a regular hotel." - You said.

"Why, you don't like it here?" - Jungkook was surprised.

"No. I really like it here. It just seems too expensive. It feels like we're accompanying the president." - You joked.

"It's not the most expensive hotel here. But it's Jimin and Hoseok's favorite place to stay. They vacation here every year." - Jungkook was almost lying. They don't vacation here every year, but they come every time they meet with their Japanese partners. "Don't worry about the money. Just relax." - Jungkook reassures you. You smile and relax. You have to ask Jimin where he gets the money for such a vacation every year.

Jungkook let you go and went to the things that were already in the room. You decided to go to the window. The view was so breathtaking that you could hardly contain your excitement when you saw the snow-covered slopes and the illuminated streets of Niseko shining in the evening light. The huge panoramic window offered a view of the main mountain of the town, whose peak was hidden in the clouds.

But there was something that made you absolutely delighted. It was the jacuzzi on your floor. It was not just a jacuzzi, but a real mini-pool with warm steaming water surrounded by black tiles. It took up almost half of the terrace, and it offered a fantastic view of the mountains, snow-covered forests, and distant ski slopes illuminated by night lights. When you were looking at it with Jungkook, Jimin and Jin, you realized that you couldn’t swim in it. You didn't know there would be a Jacuzzi, so you didn't bring a bathing suit.

"Kook..." - You grabbed Jungkook when he was a little in front of you. Jimin and Jin were looking around the bar behind you.

"What's wrong baby?" - Jungkook turned his head.

"You didn't tell me there was going to be a jacuzzi and I didn't know. I didn't bring my bathing suit." - You said disappointedly looking at the water.

"I'm going to go to the centre city now. Jimin asked me to go with him on business. I'll buy you one, it's no problem." - Jungkook reassured you. You were instantly happy.

"Really? Why didn't I think of that?" - You complained. "Maybe I'll go with you and choose for myself..." - You suggested, but Jungkook interrupted you.

"No. I'm sorry, baby, but we're going to be gone for a long time. We'll be back in the evening..." - You trailed off. "You better get some rest from the road, and we'll all go to a restaurant in the evening. Just tell me what color the swimsuit should be, or better yet, send me a picture." - Jungkook says and leaves without waiting for an answer. You look at him. Did he come here to work or to rest? Is he hiding something again?

"How long will you be gone?" - You ask, throwing it at his back.

"Until the evening, probably. Are you hungry?" - Jungkook suddenly stops and turns to you.

"No." - You reply shortly.

"If you want, order room service. Don't be sad, we'll be back soon." - Jungkook throws in a final word and the three of them leave the terrace, leaving you alone.

You spent most of the day in your room. You tried to sleep from the road, but it didn't work. You called your parents and you talked about the road and you told them that Jungkook had brought you to a nice hotel.

After you talked to your parents, Taehyung and Hoseok came to visit you. You together talked a little about the resort. Hoseok told you that the food here is great and there are many interesting things to do. You were interested in talking to Hoseok. He was nice and smiling all the time.

You were introduced to Hoseok and Jin at the airport when you arrived with Jungkook. Hoseok and Jin are older than Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook. All three of them were polite and respectful talks to their oldest.

Although if you looked at Jin, who was the oldest in your group, you had the feeling that he was the youngest. He was constantly making strange but very funny jokes, and Hosok was bursting out laughing every time. You could see that all the guys were very warm with each other and you could even feel they’re like a family.

You were introduced as Jungkook's best friend. Taehyung wanted to make a joke about you and your relationship, that it was on the verge of being serious, but he got a punch in the ribs from Jimin and fell silent.

It was interesting for you to meet new people, especially Jungkook's friends, who turned out to be a lot. And it seems they are not just friends. They were his close friends. Were they all connected by work, or did Jungkook know some of them much earlier? You wanted to know absolutely everything.

When the sun began to set outside, you realized that the room was very boring. Taehyung and Hoseok left, and you spent the rest of the evening watching TV. But it was still very boring. You decided that you would take a walk around the hotel, maybe find something interesting to do until Jungkook and Jimin came back.

Just as you were about to leave the room and headed for the front door, Jungkook walked into the apartment. He was looking at you in surprise, realizing that you were going somewhere. He was holding a black bag with a Mitsukoshi emblem on it, and another black bag which he threw it over his shoulder.

"Going somewhere?" - Jungkook asked as he approached you.

"I wanted to go for a walk." - You said. Jungkook stopped one step away. "You're back sooner than I expected." - You smiled. You were glad that he had already arrived.

"I bought a swimsuit for you." - Jungkook says and hands you a black bag. You mentioned that you didn't send him a photo, which means he bought it to his taste. I wonder what it looks like. Your smile grows even wider and you eagerly take the package in your hands. You walk over to the couch and sit down. You pull out the swimsuit and look at it.

It is a black two-piece swimsuit with an asymmetrical design. The top has one wide strap on one shoulder. There is also an additional horizontal stripe below the chest line. The lower part of the swimsuit is a high-waisted thong that emphasizes the waist.

This swimsuit looks very sexy. You look over at Jungkook, who smiles smugly.

"When you picked out this swimsuit for me, you must have forgotten that we're not alone. Will you be okay with me showing my ass to all the guys?" - You asked ironically.

"Who says they'll all be there when you're in a bathing suit?" - Jungkook asked you. You raised your eyebrows in surprise.

"You're not going to ban them from the terrace. What if they want to take a Jacuzzi at the same time as me?" - You argued.

"Then let them look at you. I don't mind. You don't have to wear a burka just because of me." - Jungkook replied. You smiled. Well, if Jungkook doesn't mind, that's fine. But you know one hundred percent that he will be jealous of you.

He could have bought you a less revealing swimsuit, but if you already have this one, you don't have to worry. You didn't really want to swim with everyone else, but if it happens, it looks like you'll be in the water until everyone else leaves.

"And you won't be jealous of me?" - You ask, hugging Jungkook's neck. He wraps his arms around your waist and smiles a centimeter from your face.

"I think I'm going to die of jealousy." - Jungkook confesses. You laugh.

"You chose this, so it's your fault." - You say. Jungkook can't stand so close to you without kissing you. So in a moment, your smile disappears under your friend's lips. You feel his tongue, his sweet lips, and moan softly at the sensations.

"Let's go to the jacuzzi. I want to see that swimsuit on you." - Jungkook suggests, pulling away from your lips.

"But the guys are here. We can't go alone." - You warn.

"They're not here. They're gone on business." - Jungkook reassures you.

"Business? Did you come here to work or to rest?" - You said with a bit of dissatisfaction.

"They went to buy equipment for tomorrow's descent from the mountains. I met Taehyung, Hoseok, and Jin in the parking lot when I arrived." - Jungkook explained.

"And Jimin? Did you come without him?" - You ask. Jungkook smiles. You are so inquisitive.

"He met his friend at the mall and went for coffee. I didn't want to sit with them, so I came to you." - Jungkook answered your question. You were happy to have all the answers.

"So can we sit in the jacuzzi together?" - You asked.

"Yes. We have time until they all come back. Go get dressed, I'll change too and I'll wait for you there." - Jungkook says and lets you go.

You go to the terrace, which contains a huge jacuzzi, more like a swimming pool. The light is low, and the sun is setting outside. It paints the tops of mountains and houses red and it's a magical sight.

Jungkook is sitting in the water. His hair is wet and drops of water are running down his face. It looks like he's been taking a dip. Steam is coming out of the tub, and the terrace itself is stuffy. You can feel the steam enveloping your body as soon as you get inside.

Jungkook watches you as you approach. You take off your robe and find yourself wearing only a swimsuit. It fits you perfectly, emphasizing your lush and appetizing forms.

Jungkook looks at you greedily, biting his lip. He bites his piercing to quench the desire he has for you in your swimsuit.

You enter the water, feeling how hot it is. It instantly gives you goosebumps.

When you are completely in the water, you close your eyes. The hot water relaxes your body and you feel that all the tiredness that you had somewhere disappears. You open your eyes and meet Jungkook's attentive gaze. This lasts for a while and then he swims towards you. The sun is hiding behind him and you are impressed by this picture.

Jungkook swims up and captures you in his arms.

"Jungkook!" - You protest. "What if someone comes in..." - You warn, but you don't finish your sentence because Jungkook is already kissing you. You feel his strong body pressed against you in the water. You wrap your legs around his waist and kiss him back. You have an uneasy feeling. Anyone can come to the terrace and see you kissing. Jungkook grabs your tongue and sucks on it. You press closer to his body and feel his hands on your buttocks. He squeezes them, but the pressure is not great because of the water.

You pull away first, because the fear of being caught red-handed is stronger than your desire.

"I want to fuck you." - Jungkook says. You smile. Of course you want to, but not here.

"I want you too. But we're not going to have sex here." - You say.

"Then let's go to the bathhouse." - He suggests. This option is more attractive. You look at his handsome face and you are already burning to do it.

"Let's wait until the evening and do it in bed." - You suggest. But Jungkook doesn't hear you. He grabs your hand and leads you away from the water. You run after them, protesting.

Your body is steaming, red from the hot water. Jungkook's body is as hot as yours. He is wearing a pair of swimming trunks. He drags you into the bathhouse, which is quite large, and immediately closes the door and pounces on you with kisses. You respond with no less passion.

Jungkook's hand squeezes your buttocks hard. You feel yourself getting wet. Jungkook is pressing down on you with his whole body. His cock is pressing against your pussy and you want him to fuck you.

Jungkook breaks the kiss to go down on your neck. He kisses you carefully so as not to leave any marks. His hand simultaneously hooks the strap of your swimsuit top and lowers it around your waist. Your breasts are exposed, and Jungkook hurries to pay them proper attention.

You don't stand idle either. While he's busy kissing your nipples, you slide your hand into his trunks and find his length. You feel his glans and caress it with your finger. You feel the lubricant leaking from the end on your fingers and his cock twitches. You pull his swim trunks off, leaving them just above his knees, and pump your hand up his aroused length.

Jungkook feels your hand and stops kissing your breasts. He leans his head against your shoulder with a guttural moan and steals his hand somewhere near your head to enjoy your handiwork.

You pump his cock with quick strokes and feel its length harden with each movement. In the moment, you let go of his cock and touch his balls with your fingers, stroking them lightly. He hisses somewhere near your ear. You smile and turn your head to him and whisper in his ear.

"Let me suck your cock." - Your voice is seductive, gentle. Jungkook looks up at you with a blurred gaze and smiles defiantly. It means he's agree.

You sit down on a bench in the bathhouse. It's not high, and it's just perfect for Jungkook to stand comfortably in front of your face. You salivate at the sight of his swollen, erect cock. It's right in front of your mouth as Jungkook takes off his boxers and spreads his legs to make it comfortable for him to stand.

You lick your lips to get them wet and take Jungkook's length in your hands. He stops you for a second and leans in to kiss you one last time before you start blowjob. He kisses only your lips and then runs his tongue along your lower lip. Then he lets go and you get to work.

First, you lick the salty pre-cum that drips from the end of his cock. You take only the head into your mouth and pump your head a few times. Jungkook moans somewhere above your head. He is enjoying your warm, friendly mouth. He holds the back of your head with his hand and looks down at your lips, which perfectly envelop his cock.

Then you plunge his length deeper into your mouth and move your head back and forth. Saliva collects in your mouth and runs down your chin and out the corner of your mouth. You breathe deeply through your nose and try to take Jungkook's cock further into your mouth. He moans from above and the low bass makes you leak onto your trunks.

Jungkook grabs your hair and, like the first time, tilts your head to slide down his cock better. He's getting hard, and you can feel it with your tongue. But your jaw already hurts. Jungkook's cock is so big that you have to open your mouth wide, and your jaw gets tired and starts to hurt.

You think you can hold out until Jungkook comes, but he has other plans for you. He takes you off his cock, holding you by your hair. You look at him with innocent eyes, trying to understand what he wants.

"You suck my cock so well, baby. But I want to have your little pussy." - He says. You wipe away the saliva that has stained your face. Jungkook sits down next to you and takes your hand.

He makes you stand up and picks you up and puts you between his legs. He takes off your swim trunks and touches your labia with his hands. He swears at your excessive wetness. He puts his fingers in your entrance with one hand. With the other, he caresses your swollen clit.

You grab Jungkook's shoulders and try to stand on your feet. You moan with pleasure and Jungkook's skillful movements.

"Come on, baby, sit on my cock." - Jungkook invites you in a friendly manner. You don't have a condom and it might be risky. Jungkook must be reading your mind and is quick to reassure you. "I'll get you off in time." - Your friend assures you.

You agree and spread your legs to sit on top of him.

Jungkook holds his cock in his hands and guides it toward your entrance.

"Remember to be careful. Take your time and go slowly." - Jungkook says, tilting his head back to look at your face. His care was sweet.

You hold onto his shoulders as you lower yourself onto his cock. You bite your lip to hold back the slight pain and the feeling of his length inside you. You'll never get tired of this feeling.

When you've swallowed Jungkook's cock completely, you sit for a while to get used to it. Chonguk kisses your lips to fill the pause.

Just when you want to start moving, you hear someone's voice.

"Is someone here?" - You hear Jimin's voice. You are terrified. You squeeze Jungkook's shoulders. Your eyes are like 10 wons.

"Be quiet." - Jungkook whispers to you. He sees your scared eyes and tries to calm you down. He holds your buttocks in his hands and squeezes them to keep you still. It's a good thing Jungkook closed the door to the bathhouse.

You look at Jungkook with big eyes, and you hear your own heartbeat. Maybe a minute passes, maybe more, and you hear only silence. It looks like Jimin has left.

"Should we go? Let's finish this later tonight?" - You suggest in a whisper. But Jungkook is against it. He raises his eyebrows and whispers in displeasure.

"How am I going to leave with a hard-on?" - You look at his expression for a second and laugh softly. Jungkook doesn't share your mirth. He's not leaving this bathhouse until your pussy makes him come.

"Don't be mad, sweetie. I wasn't thinking. Let's finish the adventure ride quickly." - Jungkook laughs at your joke, and without warning, he shoves you hard. You scream in surprise and dig your nails into his soft body.

You get used to the sensations and start jumping on his lap too. His cock plunges deep with every movement. You feel dizzy with pleasant pleasure. You moan softly.

"My good girl." - Jungkook whispers into your neck. "Are you feeling good?"

"Yes." - You exhale.

"Come on my girl, cum on my cock." - Jungkook urges you. You speed up your movements and do as he asks. You feel yourself cumming with fierce pleasure. Jungkook continues to fuck you so that he can come too.

When he feels close, he grabs your hips and lifts you up sharply. You lift off his lap to a small height. You fall a little further onto his lap and Jungkook cums on his stomach. You watch breathlessly as he stops ejaculating. His semen runs down his stomach and he breathes rapidly. You lock eyes and both of you smile.

"It's fucking amazing!" - Jungkook says, louder than he should be. You hiss at him.

"Keep your voice down." - You complain. He smiles and takes your neck, pulling you into a kiss. You soften when his lips are against yours.

"You go first, I'll get cleaned up." - Jungkook says as he lets you go and you stand up from his lap.

Like that cat without a sound, you find yourself in the room almost instantly without meeting anyone on your way. Feeling like you've just had an orgasm, you hurry to the bathroom and take a quick shower. You're happy because you just had the most incredible sex with Jungkook. It's a beautiful place with a cozy atmosphere. Your mood is just perfect and nothing seems to be able to spoil it.

You put on a warm mint-green knit sweater with a deep V-neck and voluminous braids, and pull dark gray straight jeans with a high rise over your hips. You decide that you're going to wait for Jungkook in the room.

You're just clicking on your phone when you hear something fall in the next room. This is the room where Jungkook is supposed to be sleeping. You put the phone down and go to the room.

You walk in and run your eyes around. Everything seems to be in place and nothing has fallen. But suddenly, a slightly open closet door catches your attention. Something black looks out of it.

You approach the closet and notice that it is a bag. It is large and seems heavy. Somewhere on the side it is propped up by another bag, similar to the one you saw in Jungkook's hands. Most likely, this bag has moved the big one with its weight.

You grab the fallen bag by the handles, but it is too heavy. The sound of metal reaches your ears. You unzips, want to what could be so heavy in that bag.

You are frozen. The contents of this bag scare you to say the least. Hell, it scares the hell out of you.

Weapons. This bag is filled to the brim with weapons of all kinds. From small pistols to assault rifles. You open the bag wider and see ammunition, too. A lot of ammunition. Knives and what looks like stun guns. You pick up one of the pistols with trembling hands and look at it with eyes full of horror. It is heavy and cold.

You feel panic filling every cell in your body. Why does Jungkook have so many guns? Is he selling them? Is he going to kill someone with these weapons? Isn't a trip to Japan just about celebrating Christmas?

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