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lyriumheart · 1 day ago

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1, 4, 11, 12 for Din and 4, 8, 13, 20 for Val uwu

Din:

What kind of person is your OC in a crisis? Are they calm and collected? Do they panic? Or are they chronically the cause?

Din is ABSOLUTELY chronically the cause most of the time. Chaos creachure. But when they're actually put in the position of, yknow, leading the gang and all and things go to shit, they just kinda. Default to Clown Shoes-ing their way through it and feigning being calm (which everyone can see right through btw).

Does your OC have a failed friendship or relationship they still think about? What happened? Is it an unresolved regret or is there a chance for reconciliation?

Honestly? Viper/Ashur. It's wholly one sided, since Ashur obviously doesn't hold a grudge over them not being there to save Minrathous, but they feel like they failed him utterly. They looked up to him as a leader and also just as a person, he always seemed to have his shit together. But when he actually needed them, they weren't there. And he then got blighted and worked himself to near deat- which yes he'd work that hard anyways, but maybe it wouldn't be killing him if he weren't blighted. Since he's still alive and kicking post-ending, Din would have convinced him to take the Joining. He doesn't have to even be a warden! Just! Don't die! Please! They can't have another life lost because of them!

And then after that? Davrin. He's the love of their life and they just.... sent him to his death. Granted in my canon they found him and Assan in the blight soup, very injured and close to death, but alive. He will never fully recover now, though, or be able to do what he used to. Assan won't be the same, either. Davrin and Assan ofc don't blame them, but they do. Every day. They have a lot of guilt. I don't think they'll ever be able to reckon with this particular guilt.

What does your OC believe in? God(s)? Monsters? Love? The power of unbreakable bonds of friendship to overcome any obstacle? The ability of money to open any door? Or are they indifferent?

The power of friendship. And also griffons. Though they were actually raised Tevinter Andrastian, they weren't that into the belief. They believed just as much as the every day christianised 'agnostic' does. After Nelly (YOUR BLORBO), their younger brother, went to find a local Dalish clan, they did become curious in elven faith as well. Following all the events of the actual game, the only 'god' or godlike being they have actual faith in is Mythal. In the end she still loved her people, and she's also the only one that's like. Real. Lol.

Is your OC cynical or optimistic? Who or what shaped their outlook on life?

"EVERYTHING WILL BE FINEEEEEEEE" <<< trying to convince themself. They're a pessimist that wants to be an optimist. Growing up as an elf that got abandoned in fucking TEVINTER really does a number on you! But they're the older sibling, so they have to put on a brave face and all. Can't let Nelly know how much life actually fucking sucks.

Val:

Does your OC have a failed friendship or relationship they still think about? What happened? Is it an unresolved regret or is there a chance for reconciliation?

THIS ONE FOR VAL, TOO? You sicko. And yes. Taash. Since he made the call that got Harding killed. Of course Taash doesn't really fully blame him, Harding chose to take her shot herself after all. But he still was the one that put her on that team! He was the one that put her in that position! Maybe if it had been someone else, Harding would still be alive! They'll need time, but I think they'll both find reconciliation with each other. Val just needs to actually be an adult and talk to Taash. But they're both as bad as each other, and don't do talking about feelings too well.

What was your OC's most embarrassing moment? Does it still bother them or are they able to shrug it off?

How he got his lip scar- he had a habit of sneaking out as a teen. Viago found out and decided to wait outside his bedroom window to catch him. When Val started to exit the window, he said "And where are YOU going?" and scared Val SO badly that he slipped, fell off the roof, and into the rose bush below. He tore his lip open on a large rose thorn. He never snuck out after that! Ofc Viago made fun of him for it for days- but secretly worried and would mother hen over him to make sure it healed right.

How important are romantic relationships to your OC? Do they prefer casual sex, short flings, or long term relationships? Do they want to get married or are they content with what they have? Or do they have no interest in romance whatsoever?

Val pretends he's a slut, but he's not. He's had like, maybe 2 relationships in his entire life. They ended because he is a neeeeeeeeedy mess and also a bit of a bitch that expects to be doted on and wooed. He really just wants someone who will devote themself to him, and desperately wants to be happily married with like 5 kids. He will NOT admit this, however! He will continue to lie and pretend that he is a slut while also craving for someone to sweep him off his feet!

Has your OC ever done something terrible and lied about it? Did they run away or blame someone else for it? How long did they maintain the lie and did the truth ever come out?

Yes. One of his earliest contracts was to find the murderer of a merchant prince's son, and then murder THEM. It turned out that the man had been killed by his own wife, who did it to escape him because he was an abusive piece of shit. Val had had it drummed into him that a Crow does not abandon a contract, so he couldn't just go back to Viago and say 'I didn't do it'. But he also couldn't just… kill her. They ended up arranging it to look like she had seen him and bolted, and when he chased after her to finish the job, she fell into the sea after he stabbed her. He didn't stab her lethally, however, and she was able to swim to safety. He doesn't know what actually happened to her in the end, but as far as the Crows are aware, he fulfilled the contract. And no he will take this to his grave, he can't disappoint Viago like that, and since then he's hardened his morals somewhat and doesn't really try to question the contract at all. He just does his job.

#din mercar #valentin de riva #veilguard spoilers #<<< specifically for a few choices mentioned

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frostcorpsclub · 3 months ago

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pre-relationship 2, general 6, and love 1 for jack/suzy from the ship questions redux!

What was their first impression of each other?

Both are manipulators of the highest degree so their interpretations of each other were nearly spot on.

Jack knew she was young and naive, that she would be easy to manipulate. He expected a rich girl like herself to have a snooty selfish streak but he didn’t expect to be met with a level of depravity that shocked even himself.

Suzy honestly didn’t know what to make of the new weird relationship Jack and Stone had but she didn’t really care. She put two and two together from his street urchin charm and the blood stain on his shirt. When she made it home alive it only stroked her ego.

How do their personalities complement each other? How do they clash?

To answer the boring bit first, they don't clash. Suzy has built her whole life at this point around catering to him. If he wants her to do something she doesn't want to do she does it, if she wants him to do something she knows he wont agree to she makes him think it was his idea. Things like home decor are the woman's job anyway, as long as she keeps her clown shit in it's relegated area it's fineeeeeeee. So their class difference doesn't cause tension either.

Suzy is the blueprint for the "I can make him worse" girlies, to her she hit the jackpot and her husband is everything a man should be, and of course Jack feels the same. With her hyperfeminine devotion she reminds him of the happier, simpler, times in his life. One of the things I love about Jack as a fictional character and something that I feel makes him unique amongst the roster of slashers, is that he's sensitive (easily offended or upset). He gets lost in "the stripper really loves me" type fantasies. He has that with Suzy but it's real and he doesn't have to give up any part of himself for it. On the other hand, I know I call Suzy stupid a lot and what I mean by that is that she lacks common sense and her social etiquette is from an elite class she no longer has access to (most of the time), she can learn from her mistakes and does adapt from them. I mention in her bio that her best work is done at the right hand of someone bigger and stronger than herself, Jack is the perfect example.

With him wrapped around her finger she can get away with pretty much anything and everything and she encourages him to do pretty much anything and everything.

#jackfrost1997 #jackfrostmks #jackfrostmutantkillersnowman #suzy snowflake #suzysnowflake #suzy frost #suzette schneeflocke #jack frost 1997 #suzette frost #frostflake

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spicy-cannoli · 2 years ago

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These are the things I could do without - Post S3 Steve&Robin Snipet

Summary: Robin liked to think she was above it all, but she wasn’t a stranger to high school gossip. They’d been some rumours after the two had broken up, and now that she was somehow friends with one of the two she might as well ask, right?

Or, Robin asks Steve what the deal with Nancy is at a sleepover. AO3 ver: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44188381

“So… what’s the deal with Wheeler?”

The question had plagued Robin’s mind since their talk in the bathroom cubicles back at Starcourt. Hell, she’d been wondering about it vaguely in the back of her mind when they broke up in the first place.

Robin liked to think she was above it all, but she wasn’t a stranger to high school gossip. They’d been some rumours after the two had broken up, and now that she was somehow friends with one of the two she might as well ask, right?

“What deal?” Steve asked as he stared at the freshly painted nails in his right hand.

God, she wasn’t over the fact Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington was just letting her paint his nails as they laid in bed at a sleepover. If the Robin of five months ago knew she was having a sleepover with a jock, she’d think she went insane.

“You know- the whole being in love, breaking up, deal. What happened?”

She was glad she could use the fact that she was painting his nails as an excuse to look down. Robin was sure if she was facing him, he’d be able to tell she was more interested in his answer than she was letting on.

“There’s no deal,” he huffed, and was it just her or was his tone a little annoyed? “We dated. We broke up. That’s it.” Yup, he was definitely annoyed.

“Come on, there’s gotta be more to that!” she pushed, before taking note of his clenched jaw and backtracking. “But you don’t have to tell me, you know? I just- I wanted some payback, to make fun of your crush like you did mine, but if it’s too soon that's fine too, you know?” She couldn’t help but add a little guilt-tripping. Look, it’s not that she was a manipulator or whatever, she just thought they were close enough for some friendly teasing!

She still wasn’t looking at him when he broke, but she didn’t have to. He was polite enough to let her know with a drawn-out groan and a “Fineeeeeeee” before he started his retelling.

She was expecting relationship drama, a meet-cute maybe, but after a fairly normal beginning, things started getting weird. She should’ve known with Steve nothing was simple, what happened at Starcourt- it might be her first time with evil Russians and interdimensional monsters and government conspiracies, but she’d known it wasn’t Steve’s.

He seemed way braver than she’d expected before the whole Russians deal. She hadn’t really known Steve back in her freshman year, so she had no recollections of how he was back then, but still. Imagining a younger Steve going back after being freaked out to save his girlfriend he’d thought cheated on him and the guy he thought she cheated on him with? It was hard to imagine… she couldn’t help but respect him a bit more after she heard that.

That, however, wasn’t going to stop her from teasing him. Hey! It was how she expressed fondness! And annoyance… and anger… Robin just teased a lot.

“So you can beat an interdimensional monster that’s killed multiple adults, but Byers beat your ass?”

Steve gave her an annoyed look, but she could read the amusement in his eyes. And wasn’t that a trip? Being able to read Steve as well as she could? Her?

“Shut up. The Demogorgon was scarier, but it was also like- an animal. It lets its instincts lead him instead of fighting finesse!”

Steve was quiet for a while.

“I think it helps, that it doesn’t have a face. Fear and adrenaline definitively had a hand on me winning fights against those little shits, but… I think the fact it wasn’t some guy I know, helped. Like, I didn’t have to feel so guilty about hitting it, you know?”

And that- that made sense. Especially now that she’d seen just how much Steve cared. Still… they hadn’t gotten to the breakup yet!

“Come on Steve! You guys were still together after this! What happens next?”

He gave her an annoyed look before sighing once more -he seemed to do that a lot- and continuing with his story.

Somehow, the story of how they handled the aftermath was worse. Sure the whole interdimensional monster thing sounded like it sucked, hell she knew personally that it sucked, but knowing the nightmares and insomnia and uncomfortable feelings that followed was awful.

Partly because it kept breaking the preconceived notions she had of Steve. Steve who got tortured by Russians and had to be drugged up before breaking, Steve who put the kids’ lives before his own, Steve who offered the sleepover in the first place because he assumed correctly she’d be uncomfortable alone… If he was getting nightmares, what did that mean for her?

The first night after those horrible days was spent at the hospital, and the second she was too tired to be scared, but what would happen after this sleepover was, well, over? She had flinched when the dad hugged her after she came home from the hospital -the official story was a mall fire of all things- would things just get worse? Was she not going to be able to be near middle age European-looking men anymore? Would ice cream or -who knows- fireworks freak her out? Would she be unable to predict what was going to scare her? If it was anything like Steve was saying -and oh, she had no doubt he was omitting things- she wasn’t going to have a good time.

She could feel her breathing get faster, but before she could continue panicking, a snap on the front of her face with newly manicured nails brought her back.

“Hey, hey, Robin”

She looked to the side, embarrassed. God, that was like- not to sound like Steve but- so uncool.

“It’s fine, you’re going to be fine! Sure it’s going to suck at first, but you have me, you won’t have to make the same mistakes I made!” Even though his words were slightly rushed, his tone was calm and comforting and- Jesus, she should stop underestimating him. Turns out, Steve was kinda good at comforting people.

“I figured out talking about shit is actually helpful, and unlike me, you’ll have someone who’s not a kid, your ex, or the guy she ran off with to talk to, ok?”

That just made her snort. Taking that as a good sign, Steve continued talking in that calm tone of his that Robin used to think was arrogant.

“Like, nothing against Henderson or Sinclair or the rest of the rugrats, but I think I’d rather fight that monster again than talk about my feelings with them. Dustin tried to get me to open up once, can you believe that?” he continued, “To be honest… I don’t think they realise how much I sucked at dealing with this stuff, and I’d rather it stays that way. It’s super weird, but they actually trust me to handle shit. I don’t want them to realise that just because I’m technically an adult, it doesn’t mean I know what the fuck is going on.”

Robin thought about making a joke, something along the lines of oh, don’t worry, everyone knows you have no idea what’s going on, but she could tell it wasn’t the time. Besides, she had a much more important question to ask.

“So what makes you trust me?” Steve looked at her lazily from his half-sitting position in bed. Even though his nails were surely dry by now, he kept them wide apart, probably not used to the cold feeling. Robin pressed on. “You just told me a bunch of deep shit, so, why me? Why not your ex or anyone else? I don’t just mean now,” she clarified, remembering how he just told her of Wheeler pushing him for a conversation and he avoiding it, “why not before?”

“Well, I guess I’m trying to lead by example. You already shared your deepest secret with me,” she knew she was referring to that conversation. She still couldn’t believe she told him… and that he didn’t care! “and I need someone to talk to, too, or I’ll go insane. Before, I wanted to forget it all happened, but trust me, that just makes things worse.”

He looked down at his hands for a few seconds, before closing his right hand on a fist and raising it towards her. “Plus, you and me, Buckley. We decoded the secret Russian message, we went through the elevator from hell, the truth serum and the- the saw, the weird creepy torture devices- we went through those-those morons together! I’m afraid to say we’re bonded for life.”

She gave a small huff of a laugh at that and raised her fist to bump his, but she couldn't stop the tears from gathering in the corners of her eyes. It felt like such a stupid thing to get emotional about after the week she’d had, but here she was. It shouldn’t be that comforting, those stupid words of his, but she had never felt as close as she had to a person she barely knew.

She felt like she should thank him, but she couldn’t get the words out. She looked up at him. He looked slightly worried, but he had a comforting smile on his face and- she leaned in and hugged him. She laid her head on his shoulder and- perhaps this was a horrible thing to do. Two days ago, he’d told her he had a crush on her, after all. She should stop.

His hand automatically went to her shoulder and pulled her closer. She closed her eyes and decided she was going to be a little selfish tonight.

“So,” she said, desperate to get out of this vulnerable and emotional mood they’d gotten stuck in, “what happened next?”

Steve took a while to figure out what she was talking about. Or perhaps he was trying to remember where he left off. Whatever it was, it only took a few seconds before he was back to his story.

Robin found out how Steve first met Hargrove -and boy was that depressing to talk about, they had to pause for a while at that point and stop cuddling to take in the fact that he was dead. He was an asshole but- but he’d sacrificed himself for his sister- or was it the other girl, the one with the powers? Whatever it was, he was just a kid her age, and he didn’t deserve to die like that.

Back to the story, she found out how he met Hargrove and then- then how Nancy Wheeler broke his heart. Oh, he didn’t say it like that, but she wasn’t stupid. She could read under the lines. He recited what Wheeler said verbatim -or so it seemed to her, how many times had he recalled her words, to be able to say them so flawlessly- with what she thinks is meant to be a nonchalant expression but just made him look like a kicked puppy.

He continued, and he spared no details. He was wording things as nicely as he could, but she could tell that the rumours about her and Byers running off together behind Steve’s back, while not without purpose, were most likely true.

Soon it turned dark again, although she was glad to finally get the origin story of how Steve Harrington became a mother of six… though it seems like it started with three at the time, no wonder he was softer with those three, they went through some shit together.

After a while, Steve was done. He’d glazed over the events at the Byers’ house, probably because it wasn’t relevant to the question Robin asked, but the relationship bits were clear.

“So she just- she just fucked off with Byers without breaking up with you?”

Steve pulled a face.

“I- we had a fight before, you heard me… maybe she thought we’d broken up, it was pretty bad”

“Well, yeah… but you didn’t”

“Well- but maybe she did-”

“But she didn’t ask! Stop defending her, Steve!”

“Well, I just think- ok yeah, so it wasn’t right. I know that. She was awful to me in those weeks. But- it was a year ago! People make mistakes,”

“Well, sure,” she said slowly, “but do you want to be friends with her?”

Steve gave her a confused look.

“No? I mean- I loved her but… I don’t really love her still. And we have too much history to be friends again.”

Robin grinned at that. Bingo.

“Sooo, you don’t have to keep defending her. You know what she did sucked. You’re allowed to complain about it!”

“What?”

“Come on, do guys not bitch about their exes with their friends? We’re bonded for life, right?”

Steve looked at her with searching eyes before giving her a grin.

“Yeah, bonded for life,”

Ok! That’s it! Here’s the AN from AO3:

And then they bitched about Nancy until 4am and then regretted it in the morning.

Yall I was so mad when Robin tried to get stancy back together, what kind of bestie does that?? So here's the start of a fix it.

#stranger things #Steve and Robin #my art <3 #or writing ig #fanfiction #steve harrington #robin buckley #anti nancy wheeler #in a way

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vahanians · 5 months ago

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she’s so fineeeeeeee

#hale plays

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heathermason1983 · 7 months ago

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Watching her videos again she is literally so fucking fineeeeeeee

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sri-rachaa · 2 years ago

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Fem! Darlin’ OC for the absolute wonderful and amazing GEM @zozo-01 !!! <333

Not saying I would fight Sam for her, but I’m saying I would fight Sam for her

#fem! darlin #redacted asmr #redacted ocs #redacted darlin #SHE IS SO FINEEEEEEEE #FINE FINE WOMAN #WHEW #MY GOODNESS #MS DARLIN ILL RESURFACE MY SOUTHERN ACCENT FOR YOU #COME OVER MY WAY #ok #I’m gonna stop bisexual panicking #uh #tags!#right!!!#rae draws thingz #raes requests #Zo!!! <333

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themercurygirl · 5 years ago

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my boss is such a milf omgggfbsnffgggg

#shes so fineeeeeeee #and shes so nice shes always asking me how im doing and abt school <3 #make me your hoemwrecker sugar baby omgggg👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

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itachikun · 3 years ago

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a girl from my team bought an apartment with her sister in a posh area downtown that cost at least 1 million and im just 😐

#like yea fine they r in their 30s already and im still 24 and 6+ years is A LOT of time to save up money for a hefty deposit #before u get a loan with a bank #but still....#its SO hard not to compare yourself to those that are around you #like even tho she does the same thing I do TODAY #we are still in different points in life and thats fineeeeeeee #mr

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bitchiswild · 9 months ago

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SHES SO FINEEEEEEEE

Office Seduction

GP Lisa x F! Reader Word Count: 1.8k Warnings: Smut 🫶 A/n: Lisa is so fine🤤 REQUESTED

@lilacura FOR YOUUUUUUUUU BABYYY😝❤️

"Hmm, that's it, baby," Lisa moaned, her fingers entwined in your hair as you pleasured her. Her gaze, filled with desire and appreciation, met yours as you sucked eagerly on her cock.

"Your mouth feels amazing, baby. You're such a good girl for helping me relieve this stress," Lisa groaned, her head tilting back against the plush office chair. The weight of her responsibilities seemed to melt away as you skillfully attended to her needs.

Your wife, Lisa, had summoned you to her office building in a moment of desperation, seeking solace from the overwhelming pressure of her day. Without hesitation, you abandoned your own tasks and rushed to her side, eager to provide the comfort and release she craved.

As Lisa's arousal grew, her words became more breathless and unrestrained. "Mmm, yeah, that's it," she moaned, her grip on your hair tightening as you continued your eager ministrations. Saliva mixed with precum dripped down your chin as you hungrily devoured her, the wet sounds of your movements echoing in the office.

"God, your mouth is so sloppy, so good baby," Lisa gasped, her body trembling with pleasure. Her office chair creaked under the force of her shifting weight as she sought to get even closer to you. With each thrust of her hips, she pushed deeper into your mouth, reveling in the messy, uninhibited sensation.

You could feel yourself becoming lost in the moment, consumed by the intoxicating blend of desire and filth. Lisa's moans grew louder, punctuated by the occasional whimper of ecstasy as she reached the brink of release. In this private sanctuary of lust and abandon, you were both free to indulge in the raw, unbridled passion that connected

"God, I'm gonna cum," she gasped, her voice trembling with anticipation. With one final thrust, she released herself into your mouth, her moans echoing off the walls of the office.

As Lisa pulled out of your mouth, you looked up at her with a mischievous glint in your eyes, your tongue adorned with her seed. With a wicked grin, you swallowed her cum, savoring the taste and watching as a shiver of pleasure ran through her body.

"Fuck, baby, you're so dirty," Lisa groaned, her desire evident in the huskiness of her voice. Unable to resist any longer, she pulled you into a passionate kiss, tasting herself on your lips.

Lisa's hands roamed over your body, she guided you to sit on her desk, her touch leaving a trail of fire in its wake, each piece of clothing removed, Lisa's breath grew heavier, her voice husky with desire. "God, you look so hot like this," she murmured, her hands trailing along the contours of your body. "I've been craving you all day, baby."

You couldn't help but respond in kind, your own voice rough with need. "I need you, Lisa," you whispered, your words punctuated by urgent kisses. "I need to feel you, all of you."

As their bodies pressed together in a feverish embrace, the air between them crackled with anticipation. "I want you to fuck me, Lisa," you gasped, your fingers tangling in her hair. "I want to feel you deep inside me."

Lisa's eyes darkened with desire as she met your gaze, her own words laced with a primal hunger. "I'm going to make you scream my name," she growled, her hands gripping your hips possessively. "I'm going to take you until you can't think straight."

She pushed you back onto her desk with a force that stole your breath away. The sudden movement caused a cascade of papers, pens, and office supplies to tumble to the floor, forgotten amidst the intensity of their desire.

Lisa took control, pinning your wrists above your head with one hand as she positioned herself between your legs. The air crackled with electricity as she leaned in close, her lips brushing against yours in a searing kiss that left you dizzy with need.

"Ready for me, baby?" Lisa's voice was a husky whisper against your ear, sending shivers down your spine. Without waiting for an answer, she plunged into you with a ferocity that stole your breath away, her movements rough and unrelenting.

Each thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the room. The desk beneath you groaned in protest, unable to withstand the force of your passion as it rocked and shifted beneath you.

Lisa's voice dripped with desire as she leaned in close, her lips brushing against yours between each heated breath. "You like it rough, don't you, baby?" she murmured, her voice laced with a raw intensity that sent shivers down your spine. "You want me to fuck you hard and fast?"

Your response was lost in a guttural moan as Lisa's relentless pace drove you to the edge of ecstasy. "Yes, yes," you gasped, your words barely coherent amidst the overwhelming pleasure. "I want it rough, Lisa. I want you to take me."

With a feral grin, Lisa unleashed a barrage of dirty talk, each word a deliciously wicked promise of what was to come. "You're mine, baby," she growled, her voice low and commanding. "I'm going to fuck you senseless."

Her words sent a surge of arousal coursing through your veins as you surrendered to the intensity of her passion. The desk beneath you groaned in protest as your bodies moved in perfect sync, the sound of your lovemaking echoing through the room.

As the pleasure built to a fever pitch, you felt yourself teetering on the edge of oblivion. "God, Lisa, I'm gonna cum," you cried, your voice raw with need.

With a triumphant smirk, Lisa quickened her pace, driving you both to the brink of ecstasy. "Cum for me, baby," she whispered, her voice a seductive purr in your ear. "Let go and give me everything you've got."

And with those words ringing in your ears, you surrendered to the overwhelming pleasure, your body exploding in a torrent of release. As you collapsed in her arms shaking.

Her eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint as she pulled you up from the desk, her strength evident in the effortless way she handled you. "Ready for another round, baby?" she purred, her voice dripping with seduction.

You nodded eagerly, your heart racing with anticipation. Without hesitation, Lisa guided you to bend over the desk, your hands gripping the edge tightly as you braced yourself for what was to come.

As you presented yourself to her, offering yourself up for her pleasure, Lisa wasted no time in taking control. With a sharp slap to your ass, the sting of her touch sends a jolt of electricity coursing through your body.

"Fuck, Lisa," you gasped, your voice a mixture of pleasure and pain as she positioned herself behind you. Her grip on your hips was firm, almost possessive, as she drove into you with a force that made you scream in pleasure.

Each thrust was a symphony of desire, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room as Lisa claimed you as her own. With each movement, she pushed you closer to the edge of ecstasy, her touch igniting a fire within you that burned hotter with each passing moment. “Lisa! Fuck!” You screamed out.

"God, you feel so good," Lisa moaned, her voice thick with desire as she pounded into you relentlessly. Her fingers dug into your flesh, leaving marks of possession as she claimed you as her own.

As Lisa thrust into you, the pleasure kept building, pushing you both closer to the edge. Your breaths were ragged and loud, yelps here and there, mixing with the rhythmic sounds of skin smacking together. It was like a symphony of desire filling

As Lisa continued to thrust into you with fervor, her voice husky with desire, she groaned, "God, you're so tight, baby." Her words sent a shiver down your spine, intensifying the pleasure coursing through your body.

Your muscles clenched around her, responding to her every movement as she buried herself deeper inside you. The sensation of being stretched and filled by her only fueled the fire of your desire, pushing you closer to the edge of ecstasy with each passing moment.

Quickening her pace, her thrusts became more urgent as she chased her own release. The sound of her ragged breaths mingled with your own, creating a symphony of passion that filled the room.

Lisa's voice was a husky growl of desire. "Fuck, baby, I'm gonna cum," she groaned, her words filled with primal urgency. "I'm gonna cum in you so hard."

With a cry of ecstasy, you urged her on, your own desire reaching a fever pitch. "Yes! Cum in me," you cried out, your voice echoing in the room.

Feeling your body respond to her touch, Lisa's finger found your clit, rubbing it hard and fast, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through you. You squirmed in her arms, unable to contain the overwhelming sensation as she pushed you closer to the edge.

Your body convulsed with the force of your release, waves of pleasure washing over you in a tidal wave of ecstasy. Your pussy gripped her cock so tightly, making it hard for her to thrust.

With a grunt, Lisa pushed herself all the way inside you, going as deep as she could as she reached her peak. With one final thrust, she released herself, filling you completely with her warm thick cum as she came deep inside you.

Calming down, Lisa pulled you into her embrace, both of you sinking into her office chair with her cock still buried deep inside you. "Thank you for coming to take care of me, baby," she whispered, pressing gentle kisses to your shoulder and neck.

Letting out a shuddered breath, you managed to reply, "Of course, my love," as Lisa held you close, offering comfort until you had calmed down. With a tender touch, she helped you clean up, her presence a soothing balm after the storm of passion.

A sudden knock at the office door shattered the tranquility of the moment, and Lisa's assistant's voice trembled as she spoke. "Mrs. Manoban, um, you have a meeting soon."

With a composed nod, Lisa replied, "Alright, Millie, thank you. I'll be out soon." She quickly composed herself, adjusting her appearance before turning to you with a look of adoration.

"I'll see you at home, baby. I love you," Lisa said, pressing a passionate kiss to your lips before reluctantly pulling away and leaving the office.

As you sat there, still feeling the lingering echoes of your lovemaking, you couldn't help but smile at the love and passion you shared with Lisa. Feeling a flush of heat rising to your cheeks, you couldn't help but notice the curious glances from her colleagues as you walked out of Lisa's office. The intensity of your encounter with her still lingered, leaving you feeling both exhilarated and slightly self-conscious under their scrutiny.

But as you caught Lisa's eye, she gave you a playful wink, a silent reassurance that everything was alright. Her confidence and ease put you at ease as well, and you returned her wink with a small smile before continuing on your way back home.

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xpeachesncream · 4 years ago

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bands | eleven

[ series masterlist ]

summary: jeon jungkook has it all: the looks, the fame, the money, the women. being considered the sexiest man in the industry, he finds no complaints about the way his life is going nor does he find any reason to apologize for the way he approaches it. he is a force to be reckoned with - until he meets you.

pairing: stripper!reader x idol!jjk

genre: (18+) strip club/nightlife au, post grad au | fluff, angst, smut

words: 5.2k

warnings: cussing, mature language/implied sexual content, club scene, alcohol consumption, mentions of intoxication, mentions of dancing at the club, little bit of those insecurities coming back into play, good ol’ phone sex in the hotel room, mutual masturbation, unprotected sex, oral (m. & f. receiving), multiple orgasms, fingering, breast play, doggy style, hair pulling, slight choking, creampie

tags: @brightcolorsoffendme @min-nicoleee @eggbutnotyolk @ra-mun-e @miinoongi @jimidol @ppeachyttae @thebeebi @bluesharksandfish @kooafraid @liriaus @thisartemisnevermisses @ggukkieland @preciouschimine @sunniejinnie @cypheruby @cyb3rbab3 @masterlists101 @awhnamjoon @redhedhoseok @wooya1224 (please message me if you would like to be added to the taglist!)

"Club tonight before we go back home?" Taehyung grips onto Jungkook's shoulders as they walked out of the venue and into their cars that would take them back to the hotel.

"Club?"

"Yeah, come on. Everyone said yes so far! It's been so long since all of us have gone to the club together without it being a special occasion." Jungkook sighs. That statement was true, and he did love being able to hangout with everyone all together. However, he can't lie - he missed you. He barely had time to text or call you this entire trip like he wanted, and he all he wanted was to hear your voice and see your face until he could finally have you physically in his arms again.

"Fuck." Jungkook does a slight head tilt before letting out a small sigh. "Yeah, I'll come along." Taehyung smiles from ear to ear, squeezing his shoulder.

"I'm sure your girl won't mind if we steal you for a little tonight." Jungkook doesn't respond to Tae's statement and simply shakes his head with a small smile. To be honest, the guys were a little surprised to see that whole thing erupt between Jungkook and Bigs. They didn't think he was actually serious about you, the mysterious girl. Jimin, on the other hand, wouldn't dare say a word and simply lent a small chuckle or smile as his participation during their 'lets tease jeongguk' hours. But eventually, it all became a running joke and the boys learned to leave Jungkook alone because as they've learned before, Jungkook does what Jungkook wants.

He gets away with shit.

He cleans himself up and throws on a button up shirt with ripped black jeans and boots, fluffing his hair a bit before he steps back out and meets up with the boys.

[jungkook] 9:49pm: going out with the boys tonight

[y/n] 9:51pm: lol cheer up, have fun party pooper

[jungkook] 9:52pm: fineeeeeeee :( can i call you later?

[y/n] 9:55pm: you can always call me, i just don't know if i'll always pick up :)

[jungkook] 9:57pm: try and stay up please

[y/n] 10:01pm: maybe lol

He slightly smirks to himself. Hopefully you'd stay up, but he was starting to realize you always fell asleep early and that was okay too. He'd just have to wait to see you when he gets back tomorrow.

Once the boys have arrived at the club of choice, security escorts them to their VIP section, the club already packed from wall to wall with people screaming left and right. There's already a few bottle girls, and other girls waiting for them in the VIP from lord knows where, but Jungkook knows he's not trying to mess with any of it tonight. He truly didn't wanna be here, but to keep his boys happy, he decided to tag along and hang out.

"So many beautiful ladies." Jimin swings his arm around his torso and smirks.

"Go get 'em, champ." Jungkook chuckles.

"I would, if they all weren't eyeing you." He shakes his head.

"She's not eyeing me, she's looking at you." He nods towards a pretty, fair-skinned female with long, voluminous black hair. She's definitely eyeing Jimin, biting onto the tip of her finger as she tries to seduce him through her eyes. Her look. "Go." Jungkook slightly pushes him towards her, smiling as he stood back and watched. The rest of the boys were already enjoying themselves, either dancing around alone [aka Min Yoongi and Seokjinnie] or hopping behind girls for a dance.

"Why aren't you dancing with anyone?" Yoongi laughs. "I figured you would be the first to hop on someone."

"I don't feel like it." He takes a sip of his drink, hand dug deep into his pocket.

"You don't feel like it, or you're too busy missing your girlfriend?" Jin joked.

"I don't have a girlfriend!"

"Mhm, sure." Jin laughs. "You could at least reward yourself with a dance." Jungkook shrugs. Technically, he could. It was just a dance, and you still weren't his girlfriend even though he thought of you pretty seriously. But he knew how this would go, and it would get messy quick - especially with the way females nowadays loved to create drama and claim him. He wasn't up for it. And he didn't wanna do anything to hurt you, or disappoint you. The thought alone makes him feel terrible. You were just so pure-hearted, there was no way he could do anything to hurt your feelings.

"Aye!" Jimin comes over and grabs him by the shoulders, swinging him around to face the ladies once more. "That girl I was dancing with is here with her bestfriend."

"And?" Jungkook chuckled. Okay, so? Lol.

"Bro, come on. Just go dance with her and have fun. She's interested in you." He shakes his head, but Jimin is already pushing him over, the force behind his movements stronger than what Jungkook can endure after the day they've had. He clumsily follows along, his lips pursed in a fine line as he approaches Jimin's girl [of the night] and her bestfriend. She had dark brown hair, stood at about 5'7 and wore high waisted shorts and a bralette-type of crop top. She was really trying for some dick tonight. He gives her a small, toothless smile as she beams from ear to ear, shying behind her bestfriend. She was cute, but she was no you, no disrespect.

"This is Yeji!" Her bestfriend exclaims, damn near throwing her right onto Jungkook like her life depended on it. Jungkook places his hands out to support her but brings them back once she's found her footing again. Definitely drunk.

"Hi." She blushes.

"Hey." Jungkook smiles back, sipping on his drink. Jimin is still hanging onto his shoulder, trying his best to egg him on and Jungkook can't help but smile and nod awkwardly at him. He attempts to back away, but Jimin shoves him closer while laughing.

"Have fun!" Jimin flashes him a quick look, confused at what the fuck he was doing right now trying to turn her down like that. But, he instantly flips the switch as he accompanies her bestfriend to the dance floor again.

"Can I get you a drink or something? Water, even?" Jungkook offers to be nice. He can already hear you scolding him in his head - pinching him on the arm and saying that he needs to be nicer to people. But to be honest, he really doesn't know what the fuck to do with her.

"Water's good, I should start sobering up." She giggles as Jungkook nods and pours her a cup of water. He hands it to her and stands beside her, awkwardly eyeing the crowd in front of them. "Hey, I caught your performance today. You looked good! You all looked really good."

"Thanks." He smiles.

"Do you wanna dance for a little?"

"Uh, actually—" Jungkook suddenly feels the both of their bodies press against each other before Jimin's drunk laugh erupts right behind his ear. Jungkook backs away with his hands up, shaking his head.

"Hey come on, if he doesn't wanna dance don't force him." Yoongi says, almost in a scolding manner.

"I'm sorry, I'm just not really in the best dancing mood right now. Pretty tired." He says to Yeji before he gives her an apologetic look and walks over to his hyungs who aren't busy with girls. He's getting more and more annoyed with the way Jimin has been acting lately, but he was trying to keep his cool - careful not to start anything. He knew Jimin wasn't a fan of you with the way he talked about you that one morning before the photoshoot. He loves him, that's his brother for life. But if he wanted to get disrespectful, he didn't have a problem putting him in his place.

Throughout the night, Yeji is sticking to her friend and Jimin, still hoping she could get something started between her and Jungkook, but she doesn't succeed. Jungkook purposely keeps his distance from Jimin and the rest of the girls around them in the VIP section, perfectly content to be staying around Yoongi and Jin.

When they've finally called it a night, Jimin, Taehyung, Namjoon and Hobi are all pretty drunk out of their minds - their asses more than ready to risk it all by sneaking in their girl of choice to their hotel rooms.

"Let me know so Yeji can come too." Jungkook waves his hand to dismiss the statement.

"Nah. I'm good, really, thanks."

"What, all of a sudden you're a goody two shoes for your stripper girlfriend?" Jungkook shoots him a look but brushes it off, blaming it on the alcohol in Jimin's system right now.

"I'm just tired and gonna head to bed, that's it."

"Whatever." Jimin drunkily responds, the four of their drunk asses continuing to be loud as hell in the hallway until they all separate and go off to their own rooms.

"Don't be loud and shit, I want my sleep tonight." Yoongi says before shutting his door.

Finally, peace and quiet.

Jungkook sighs as he looks at his watch, the time nearing 1:30am. He slips out of his clothes, takes a quick shower and gets himself ready for bed before he's shutting off the lights. A hotel bed has never felt so comfortable in his life, but the only thing that was missing was you.

And to be completely honest, he was pretty fucking horny. Having all this pent up sexual frustration just from missing you these past couple of days alone, he couldn't take it. He hopes to god you're awake right now because he's been wanting to hear your voice and hearing your voice alone—

"Jungkook." You say softly on the other line, Jungkook's eyes slightly shutting from the sound of your voice.

Your voice alone was enough to turn him the fuck on.

"You're awake, babygirl."

"Barely." You chuckle. "I'm snuggled into my sheets, but you told me to wait up for you."

"And you actually waited. Thank you, cutie." He smiles to himself. "What'd you do today?"

"Just work my shift at the restaurant, then head home. I don't really do anything outside of work and hangout with Kai, you know this." You chuckle. "How was the club?"

"It was alright." He sighs.

"Did all the pretty ladies get a dance with Jeon Jungkook?"

"Ah, but you're the only pretty lady I know about." He chuckles, making you blush. "But no, I wasn't necessarily in the mood."

"But you're at a club, how could you not be?"

"Too tired. Besides, just wanted to come back here and talk to you. I feel like I haven't gotten to talk to you as much since we've been here."

"It's okay, you need to do what you need to do."

"I can't wait to see you when I get back."

"I can't either."

"You and your pretty face."

"What is up with you? Are you drunk?" You softly laugh.

"No, not really. Why, I can't miss you?"

"Never said that, Jungkook. I miss you, too." You giggled, giving him some affection since it's been a couple of days and you actually missed his presence too.

"Yeah? How much do you miss me, baby?" Your eyes slightly widen cause you can most definitely pick up on his tone, plus the 'baby' pet name made your pussy hop a little. He wanted you, and he knew just the right ways to get to you worked up already.

"A lot."

"Mmm." He hums breathily, causing you to bite your bottom lip. "Are you gonna show me just how much you missed me when I get back?"

"Maybe."

"Maybe, what?" He chuckles deeply. "Tell me, babygirl." He begins to slowly palm himself through his boxers. "How do you want me to show you?" You shut your eyes, the heat quickly building in your core.

"Jungkook." You let out a breathy moan. "What are you trying to do right now?"

"God, I just wanna feel you." He says, completely passing up your question. "I just wanna feel you all around me. Would you like that, my pretty lady? Me all up inside you?" At this point, Jungkook is hard as hell, whipping his hardened member free from its confines. He lets out a breath at how free he feels, finally able to stroke himself nice and slow. He toys with the pre-cum pooling at his tip, using it as some kind of lubricant as he strokes himself up and down, gripping a little tighter towards the base.

"Yes." Your hand slips through your shorts and your panties, gently rubbing at your clit as you listen to Jungkook's deep voice on the other line. You slip your hand a little further down, feeling how wet you already are. You silently whimper to yourself, spreading your wetness in and around your folds, picturing Jungkook doing the work for you.

"Don't be shy, baby. Tell me what you want. Use your words."

"I want you inside of me."

"Inside where?"

"My pussy." He softly groans into the phone, his grip getting tighter by the minute as he fucks himself into his hand.

"Are you touching yourself right now?"

"Yes."

"That's my good girl." He moans with you. "Just wanna fuck you so badly. Show you how special you are to me."

"Jungkook." You whine, as you slip in a finger and quickly fuck yourself with it, the sounds of your wetness echoing in your tiny space. "Fuck I'm so wet for you."

"That's it." He hisses. "Fuck yourself for me until I get back. Can't wait to taste you and fill you up."

"Want you so bad, want you to fuck me so good until I cry." You say, not even realizing the shit you're saying right now as you rub your clit and work your hips in tandem. You begin to whimper a little louder, ready to hurdle off the edge with the pressure you're applying.

"Yeah?" His mouth is agape, barely any noises being released due to the overwhelming sensation that's taking over his body. "Want me to fucking ruin you, baby? Are you ready for that?"

"Always." You moan. "Ahh—Kook, I'm gonna cum."

"Cum all around this dick, sweetheart. It's yours." The words are enough to unravel you, sending you spiraling out of control with the pleasure taking all over your body - inch by inch.

"Oh fuck, Jungkook! Ughhhhhhfffffuck." You groan into the phone as you continue to move your hips into your hand, fingers pressed tightly against your clit.

"Shiiiiiiiit." Jungkook moans as his hips are moving quicker and sloppier, the image of him ramming his cock into you from behind while choking you has him toppling him over the edge. "Mmmmmgod, babygirl."

"The fuck, Jungkook." He chuckles as he regulates his breathing.

"Just miss you, that's all." You hear him stirring in the back, probably cleaning himself up just as you are with yourself. "Stay on the phone with me?" When he does have the time to call you while he's been away, he's always asked for you to stay on the line - facetime or regular call - just so it seems like you're next to him. What you did to deserve this soft Jeon Jungkook, you had no idea. But you were gonna take it and run as far as you could, because fuck. You liked-liked him.

"Okay." You yawn.

"I can still take you out on a date, right?" He yawns shortly after, the domino effect hitting him.

"Of course." You softly chuckle, your eyes getting heavy from all the energy you just spent.

"Okay. I just wanna make sure cause I'm already planning this."

"Planning, huh?"

"Gotta put in the effort." Silence. "Night sweetheart, sleep tight."

"Night." You barely manage to say before you're off into a deep sleep.

You knew Jungkook would be back today, but you weren't sure what time. From the sounds of it, it seemed like it would be really late and you'd have to wait until tomorrow to see him. Which, bums you the fuck out. You just longed for his company and to be in his arms again because it's the safest you've felt in such a long time.

Oh, well.

At least it gave you some time to plan out Kai's birthday gift and celebration cause you still had no fucking idea. He was going to spend majority of the day with his friends at their favorite arcade, but you promised him dinner.

Were you really just going to take him to get Loco Moco from the hawaiian mom and pop shop down the street for his 18th birthday?

What the fuck were you even gonna give him?

You figured you could go shopping for some clothes? Or, check out what new games came out for the playstation that he might be interested in playing. Orrrrr find some comic books and give him--

Knock, knock, knock.

You checked your clock, startled at the heavy knocks coming from your door. It was barely after dinner, the sun still up but preparing to make its way down below the horizon. You had no idea why you suddenly felt nervous and scared, afraid of who you'd see through the peephole. Bigs popped into your head, the goosebumps hitting the surface of your skin. You really hoped it wasn't him trying to cause trouble - or anyone else related for that matter.

You slowly stood up, holding your arms closely against your chest. You tippytoed to check your peephole but it was pitch black, as if someone had been covering it with their finger. Was Kai playing games with you? Did he suddenly get dropped off or take the bus? You didn't have plans with him.

You slowly open a crack, seeing a smiley Jungkook waving at you from behind the door. You swing the door open and latch onto him like a koala, causing him to drop his duffle bag and wrap his arms around you tightly.

"Jungkook, what the fuck! You scared me!" You say into his neck, taking in his scent.

"Why?" He laughs as he gently helps you down and follows you into your apartment.

"It seemed like you weren't gonna be home till late."

"Seemed." He smirked.

"Hey!" You gently push him after you close your door. "How'd you know my door code and which apart—"

"Kai." You both say in unison.

"Ugh, I'm gonna kill him." You whine.

"It's his birthday soon, though. Let him turn 18."

"Ugh, I'm gonna kill him after his birthday." You repeat as you plop back onto your bed, Jungkook dropping his duffle and plopping next to you.

"Cozy place." He says, face down onto your mattress, causing you to run your hand through his fluffy hair.

"It's teeny tiny."

"No, it's perfect. Perfectly sized and cozy." He reassures you as he finally lays on his side to face you.

"Did you just hop off the plane?"

"Sure did."

"Did you eat anything?"

"Yeah, I ate something small on the plane. I'm not that hungry."

"You sure?" You asked, genuinely concerned.

"Mhm." He throws an arm lazily across your legs as he closes his eyes for a quick minute. You continue to run your hand through his hair, a notification on his screen catching your attention.

[unknown number] 6:37pm: hi! this is yeji from the club. :) i hope you don't mind, jimin passed on your number and said we should get into contact.

First of all - Why the fuck does Jungkook have his notifications set so that you can see what the goddamn message is on the lock screen?!

Second - Yeji?

Third - Of course Jimin would have slipped her his number. He hates you for whatever fucking reason.

Another text came in from her but you pulled your eyes away from his phone. This wasn't your business. But let's be real, your heart sank a little knowing he might have been acting up at the club, dancing with hella other girls and getting hella other numbers. It kind of made your insecurities resurface all over again. You weren't his girlfriend though, none of this was exclusive. So, did you really have a right to feel this way?

You brush it off quickly, trying to remind yourself who the hell you were before Jungkook came around [but god, was he making you a softy]. He wasn't exactly yours to claim; however, you were the one he came home to. Technically. Calling you all hot and bothered cause he missed you.

Yes bitch, please.

You're pulled out of your internal battle when Jungkook stirs a little to check his phone, your hand still lightly weaving through his hair as you press your lips together. He reads the notifications, deletes it from the screen and locks his phone again.

"The boys bothering you?" You decide to ask in a way that doesn't yell 'yes I saw her pop up on your phone, sir.'

"Nah. No one important really."

"Oh okay." Bummer. You lowkey expected him to be honest with you, but was that too soon for you? You just through this in your head - this wasn't exclusive.

"Lay with me, pretty lady. Let's watch something."

"You mean finish Gone Girl?" You quickly flip the switch and smirk at him, making him laugh.

"Oh shit, that's right. Not my fault you straddled me." You slightly gasp.

"Not my fault you fucking batted your eyelashes at me, talking about ‘can I tell you something?'" He scrunched his nose and tickled your sides, causing you to yelp and crash your body back down onto the bed. He continues to tickle you until you're begging for him to stop - his body over yours, but he was careful not to put all his weight on you. "Ouch, Jungkook!" You whine.

"You finished making fun of me?"

"You started it!"

"You're so fucking cute, you know that?" He lowers himself down to your lips, pressing them gently against yours. Your hands get tangled within his hair again, pressing him down slightly onto you so you could feel him, feel his warmth. The kiss deepens quick as Jungkook settles himself in between your legs, your tongues at war with each other. He groans into the kiss, his soft, large hands roaming up your shirt and sending sparks throughout your body. "I missed you." He bites your bottom lip and sucks it gently before pulling back. He helps remove the shirt over your head before unhooking your bra in a swift motion and tossing it off to the side.

"I missed you too." You say at a whisper as he grabs both of your breasts and plants kisses along the surface before swirling his tongue around your sensitive, perked buds. He hooks onto your shorts and panties quick, aggressively tugging them down and off.

"So fucking perfect for me." He says, planting kisses along your sides

"I hate it when you do that." You hiss as he begins part your legs wider, pushing your thighs out as he lowers his lips onto your folds. You truly did hate it - you couldn't stand it only because that shit drove you crazy. Someone like Jungkook calling you perfect, god please.

"Hate what, babygirl?"

"Call me perfect like that." You let out a small whimper when you feel his wet tongue glide against your folds, slowly poking in and out of them as he stares at you from between your thighs.

"But you are. Want me to show you?"

"Hmmmm." You whine. "Quit." He slightly chuckles against your pussy, but continues going to work - slipping in two digits and curving them just to tickle you in the right spots. "Ahhhh, Kook please."

"Mhm." He says, picking up the pace with his fingers, allowing your wetness to glaze them. He suddenly removes them from you short after, a small whine leaving your lips at the loss of contact.

"Ohshiiiiiit. You're gonna make me cum." Jungkook begins to run his tongue up and down your pussy once more, his tongue penetrating your entrance ever so slightly before swiping it up to your clit to suck on it. He motorboats into your pussy, his head moving right and left in such a quick pace that you're tugging on his hair and jutting your hips into his mouth. His tongue starts to pet your clit with its tip - the repeated movements enough for you to reach your climax, your thighs almost keeping Jungkook in between until you could bring yourself back down from your high. "Aghhhhohhhmygod!" Jungkook smirks as he sits up, sticking his two fingers into his mouth before releasing himself from his sweats and boxers.

"Fuck, you taste so good." He slightly groans. Your breathing hitches seeing his hardened member, making you drool at the sight. You already feel dizzy imagining him filling you up with that thing, but you knew you wanted take care of him first - make him feel good, make him feel special. Take him, every inch. You crawl over and take his cock into your hands, spitting onto it before you slowly stroke him up and down. "Ohhhhhbabygirl." His words mesh together as he tilts his head back. You lower your lips onto his tip, tasting every single drop of pre-cum pooling at the area before running your tongue down his shaft and taking him. You get about halfway before you swirl your tongue around suck, pulling back with a slight pop. You stroke towards the base as your mouth is doing work on the other half of his cock. Jungkook has his hand in your hair, and you can feel his grip tightening as he slowly moves your head up and down along his cock. "Can you take me? All of me?" You nod. "Yeah? Fucking take it then." He spits out as he lowers you all the way down, keeping his tip against your throat until he feels you gag. "Oh, fuck!"

"Fuck!" You say, tears brimming your eyes, ready to stream your cheeks as you watch the trail of saliva from his tip to your mouth fall.

"You're doing so fucking good." He says as he watches you while guiding you down length, bobbing your head a little rougher and more aggressively this time around. Your saliva is damn near dripping out of your mouth, the entire scene getting sloppier by the minute, but you honestly didn't care. You were so turned on that all you wanted after this was for Jungkook to fuck you crazy hard, until you couldn't take it anymore. You were so fucking attracted to this man. "One more for me, baby." He moans, lowering you down his entire length again, his tip tickling your throat a lot longer than the first time that your tears are actually coming down this time around. You cough when he finally pulls you back, more saliva trailing from the tip to your mouth. "See, so perfect for me. Taking me in so well like your mouth was fucking made for me." He grabs your chin, placing a kiss against your lips before gently pushing you back down onto the bed. "Turn around and get on your knees, sweetheart."

"I want you so bad." You whine, his hand trailing down your back as he positions your ass up and gets your face as close to the mattress as possible.

"Don't you worry, princess. I'll take good care of you." He lines himself up, his dick incredibly wet from you sucking him like your life depended on it. He slides in with ease, the both of you moaning loudly at the feeling - the feeling of warmth, and feeling so fucking full, Jungkook is sure he can feel his tip ready to rearrange your guts in this position. He begins slow, one hand on a hip, while the other is in your hair, making sure your face is deep into the mattress.

"Faster, please!" You plead, Jungkook wasting no time to hammer his cock into your pussy. The sounds are incredibly loud and lewd, and you knew your walls were thin as hell. You were sure your neighbors were definitely having the time of their life listening to you getting destroyed. You cry as he groans, his hands now gripping your hair and tugging you back so that he can slightly see your face with the way he tilts it back.

"Ughhhh, shit babygirl. You feel so good, always so tight for me." He moans as he lets out a couple of breaths from pumping in and out of you so quickly. "Ready for me to make you cry again? That's what you wanted, right?"

"Yes." You say, but he tugs your hair tighter.

"I can't hear you."

"Yeeeees!" You whine. "Yes, fuck, please!"

"Say my name."

"Jungkooook." You moan. "Jungkoook, hmmmmmpfh." Your ass almost feels numb from how hard Jungkook is fucking you right now, but it all leads to the pleasure building up inside of you - pooling right at your core. You were sure you could reach your climax again any moment now, but you were trying your hardest to hold on for as long as you could, enjoying every moment of the pleasure he was bringing you. You didn't want this to be over, even though you could go rounds with him if he wanted to. His hand travels from your hair, down to your neck, gripping just right to choke you and keep your head tilted at an angle. Your yes's are becoming inaudible, moans getting lost in your throat that is feeling constricted from his grip.

"I'm gonna cum, sweetheart. Cum with me." Jungkook says as he thrusts harder, the overwhelming sensation enough to send you into the next dimension. The orgasm ripples through your body, your hand gripping onto his wrist as you tremble and look for support.

"FuckkkkknnnnngJungkook!" You manage to yell. He moans loudly as you feel his cock twitch inside of you, spurts of his cum coating your walls warmly and thickly. He gives you two good slow thrusts before he's slowly pulling out and letting his tip stick the cum back inside of you. "Ahhh, please. Kook." You whimper as you fall onto your bed, tears staining your cheeks once more. He smiles as he picks up his boxers and throws them on, tossing you your panties and his shirt to wear. You slip into them without question, Jungkook coming back onto the bed to lay next to you and caress your body to soothe you.

"You okay?"

"Yeah." You sniff, the aftermath of all the tears you've shed from tonight's fuck session catching up to you.

"Babygirl." He chuckles as he wipes your cheeks and plants a kiss on it. "You need to be careful of what you ask for."

"Shut the hell up and pull up the movie, Jungkook." He laughs, watching you shove your laptop over to him. He pulls up the movie on his Amazon Prime account and snuggles with you under your sheets.

"Sooo, ready for our date?"

"Should I be preparing?" He shrugs.

"Just want you to have a good night with me." His hands are still caressing your sides under his shirt, light kisses being pressed against the nape of your neck. The warmth, and the feeling of his body pressed against yours makes you feel content. Satisfied. Peaceful.

You felt safe. You felt wanted.

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baby we can take it slow, say my name, don't let go, I can hear your body when i pull your hair, what's my name; girl I swear, I can hear your body babe

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