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genuinely i am Going to need s.piderverse interactions even more now bc the idea of him being lowkey infamous for Almost Breaking The Multiverse That One Time is REALLY fucking funny
#'aren't you the one from 199999 that fucked up real bad that one time' 'gOD DAMNIT'#HE'S SORRY... HE FIXED IT LDFHBD#and paid the price đ#also i will always encourage him meeting other spider people again when he's not... you know... Miserable!#đ¸ â i have nothing left⌠except spider man â â ooc
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guess who finally bought a cheap record player and is going to try to figure out how to use it shortly đ
#rys.txt#i'm tired of not being able to listen to my records so i finally bit the bullet lol#reviews on it weren't super promising (better than most in the price range but still not promising) but idc if it sucks i'll just return it#it had one of those security tags on it and i paid through self checkout and i had to go through like 3 different employees#to find someone who could get it off for me đ#the only other thing i bought was a fucking. pack of gum. i was just stood there with a big ass box and a single thing of icebreakers cubes#but anyway. i had to finish an essay first before i opened it but i'm done now so i'll crack it open soon#if it works i'll post a video :]
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not me spending way too much money on trench art
#look the ring is expensive but i've paid the same amount for a pendant before#granted the pendant was real silver rather than aluminum but it wasn't over a hundred years old#and the vase is SO fucking cool. i've seen exorbitantly priced shell vases go from $250-$1000! only a few on the higher end but still#even the $250 is out of my price range. if it's over $85 before shipping i pass.#and this one was $40!! the shipping cost more which. ouch. hope i don't have to pay import fees on top of giving the british post way too#much money lmao. the vase was surely for postwar tourists bc of the blank crest for personal inscription BUT it's made from a genuine shell#and directly linked to armed conflict so it's trench art! civvie made stuff is still trench art. i also have my eyes on a couple more ones#that are $60-70 but with shipping & tax they'd both individually cost around $130. i am NOT spending $260 on vases and also would have no#idea what the fuck to do decor wise with three goddamn brass vases đ there's nowhere to put three of them without looking dumb as hell lol#len speaks
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Thereâs a Hatsune Miku concert happening near me next year and if Iâm unable to save enough money to buy a ticket I might actually cry đ
#seeing a miku concert has been a bucket list want of mine for so long bro#nearly started jumping for joy when I found out one would be happening near me#then I saw the prices and I stopped being so joyful đ#unemploymentâs starting to not be so fun guys uh oh#me when I realize not having a job means I have no money 𤯠absolutely crazy stuff guys watch out#I think I should be a jester. I should be paid for being funny.#or maybe I should get paid for being unfunnyâŚeither way#hatsune miku#(I actually think the tickets are already sold out đ smh)
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effortlessly yours ⧠jeon jungkook
summary: in an effort to catch a break from the people around him, jungkook stumbles into a bar on the other side of town and meets youâthe one serving his drinks. things happen quite effortlessly between you and before you knew it, youâve welcomed him to change your life for the better.
⧠genre/au: banker!jk x bartender!y/n [she/her. afab]. strangers to lovers. smut.
⧠16.9k words
warnings: smut. heavy plot. oc is lowkey broke as helll and jk is lowkey a chaebol but humble fr đŠ. princess treatment. beware ocâs ex is taehyung and heâs not great. slow burn. smutâriding. missionary. oral [both receiving]. heavy make outs. heavy petting. breast play. use of protection. needy af. â jkâs friends kinda rude but also not? rich boys. financial problems. mention of economic differences. damn near love at first sight. everyoneâs an ex boyf hater. oc forced to live with ex bc of money. love at first sight? jk is whipped :(. for once heâs not a fighter, heâs just a pretty boy with money to spoil his gf <3
song inspo: wasnât looking â eliza, love between â kali uchis, blue â billie eilish, salvatoreâ lana del rey, I wanna be yours â arctic monkeys
I forgot but god bless @vngelicc for putting up with my constant plot changes and helping me out đ
Many of your nights have been spent at this small place serving drinks to the same people, engaging in the same conversation, going through the same thing. Without a fail youâve lived in this cycle of mundaneness and it drive you insane.
Nothing ever happened to you and when it did, it was never for the better. Thatâs what youâve always thought anyway.
âAny Macallan? I'll have a glass,â You stared at the stranger with a blank expression, he met you with an unwavering gaze looking every bit out of place here as you felt.
Heâs asking if you carry an expensive bottle of Bourbon that a place like this could not afford keeping in stock. If you did, no one here would want to pay the price of a glass. Compared to the regulars around the bar he clearly stood out to everyone. The college guys who lived a couple blocks down looked at him just as strangely as the two office workers down the bar did.
âWeâve got Buchannanâs,â You said plainly, taking his attention away from the aged jukebox in the corner that now had a big screen attached to it. It was your typical bar with its dark countertops, pool tables, darts, et cetera. It was the first place he could find on this side of townâclearly not a place of luxury.
âIâll take it,â He tried to sound happy about it, biting down at his bottom lip as his phone screen lit up with notifications. He had nearly a dozen texts from close friends asking him what his plans were for tonight but he didnât want to talk right now and theyâd want to know why.
Soon you had his glass of whiskey in front of him and he was opening a tab while you helped others. You didnât think much about the man aside from how attractive he looked. Many stragglers found their way here but after one night theyâd return to wherever theyâre from and never look back.
âYou drink that expensive whiskey because you like it or because you can afford it?â
An older man spoke up from across the bar, looking at the stranger with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion. Heâs one of those guys that gets a few drinks in him and either wants to spark conversation or a fight. Part of you paid attention to the conversation, part of you looked at the line of messages on your phone.
âIâm sorry?â The guy from earlier asked seemingly unimpressed by the attempt to get to him. The older man was dressed in a dirty t-shirt and flannel while he wore some expensive suit like heâd just gotten off work.
âOr is it to impress?â
âImpress who?â A light scoff left his lips, looking around the bar, eyes hesitating on you for a moment. Aside from you there were a few others who might catch his eye but not enough for him to point out or feel the need to impress.
You werenât even looking at anyone or him for that matter, your attention was solely on your cell phone and by the look on your face, whatever was on there was more important. Your bottom lip was caught between your teeth and your brows began to furrow with concentration as you tried to make sense of what you were seeing.
unknown: can we talk when ur done working?
unknown: itâs about us
What?
âY/n maybe? I doubt any of us are your typeââ
What? You looked up immediately at the call of your name, ready to make someone another cocktail or close someoneâs tab. Instead you were called in the middle of a conversation that you wanted no part of.
âAnother beer?â You tried to cut in and shut the regular up but it was a useless attempt because everyone around the bar was already staring at youâincluding the stranger. How did you miss whatever they were talking about? You were too focused on the texts from a certain someone that you had lost attention to people at the bar.
âWhat is your name anyway? Iâve never seen you here before,â The customer told him, ignoring you and trying to push for more talk. You just sighed and leaned back thinking back to your phone.
âJeon Jungkook,â He said in his usual confident manner, gaze flickering to you for a moment but you were distracted once more, this time typing rapidly. You were pretty, too pretty to be serving these guys on a Tuesday night.
Another man appeared from behind a door holding more bottles of liquor. He looked indifferent to whatever was going on out here but when he looked at you, you said something. Jungkook was more interested to hear what that was than whatever the people around him had to say.
The two of you talked for a while and he distracted himself with his phone.
hobi: doubles tomorrow with jimin and jin? đž
jungkook: I couldnât think of anything worse
jimin: watch urself
jin: and whereâd u run off to tonight
Your coworker, Yoongi, looked at you with concerned eyes. Youâve known each other long enough to know when somethings wrong and Yoongi was able to tell so fast, âIf you need to make a call just go, Iâll take over for now.â
His friend asked the question heâs been trying to ask himself all night. Howâd he find himself here on the other side of the city with the only people to entertain him being drunks and⌠you?
âIs he always like this?â Jungkook found himself asking now that the man from earlier had moved on to someone else to bother. You looked ready to run out but stopped to look at him. Yoongi was giving you time to sort whatever problem you had at the moment but now a customer was talking to you.
You shrugged, âYeah but heâs harmless, a little annoying but funny.â
jungkook: some bar but Iâm leaving soon
Jungkook looked at you up close now. You wore all black, somewhere between casual but dressed up enough. From what he can tell youâre pretty, like an effortless kind of pretty. You barely cared to engage with him, completely unaware of how he looked you over.
âCan I close my tab?â He asked as he fished for his wallet.
âNo problem, remind me the name,â Yoongi came up from behind you, hand on your back urging you to go and heâll take care of it. Jungkook looked at him with disinterest as you ran off in a hurry and sighed, âJeon Jungkook.â
jungkook: itâs boring
The place he called home was about thirty minutes away from the bar he visited a few nights ago. He lived on the upper side of the city where buildings towered sky high and rent was at high rates, lavish nightlife and lounge rooms he could spend all night in drinking with his friends. Thatâs why it baffled him to sit somewhere like the place heâd gone to and feel so comfortable. It felt secretive, a mutual understanding of where one goes when they want to be alone and have a drinkâno matter how bad it is. He wouldnât have been able to do that around here without running into someone.
âHave you decided who your date will be?â
No, he had not. In fact it was the last thing on his mind and something Jungkook would prefer to fully ignore. Itâs all heâs heard about for the past month and he doesnât think he can go any longer talking about it. A date to a charity event hosted by his parents was too overwhelming of a task. They have to be polite, well maintenanced, proper, et cetera. Heâs sure he can call up whatever woman heâd taken on a date these last couple of years but not a single one did he find⌠good enough? Terrible phrasing but the truth.
âHave you?â Jungkook asked one of his close friends, Hoseok, as the two sat in his office wasting time before they could be done for the day. His office sat on one of the top floors of a national banking center just a few minutes from where he resided. He sat behind his black oak wood desk spinning a pointed leather opener against his notepad creating a small dent in it.
âObviously,â Hobi rolled his eyes playfully, making Jungkook look at him seriously. âWill she be as embarrassing as the one last time?â
âI hope not, last yearâs date was a total mess. I couldn't look your parents in the eye for three months,â He said back, sitting down on the black leather daybed just a few feet away from Jungkook. The office was big with tall bookshelves and floor to ceiling windows overlooking skyscrapers and the Han River not too far behind. There was a desktop with two monitors along with a laptop and television, a closet and storage roomâeven a few dumbbells and a treadmill in the corner. âDo you know how hard that is when your fatherâs the CFO of the company I work for?!â
âI couldnât imagine the difficulty of that,â Jungkook couldnât help but chuckle knowing firsthand how his dad can be when he feels disrespectedâespecially in front of the press while hosting an important, annual event.
âIâve got dinner with the girl tonight, sheâs been telling me about this friend whoâs been dying to meet you,â Hoseok said with raised brows, âSheâs pretty hot.â
âWho? The girl or her friend?â Jungkook asked, typing away on his desktop, searching for the bar heâd visited the other night. There was very little overview about the place, but he didnât expect much anyway. It looked like it brought a decent amount of business to get by but nothing more than that. You mustâve been local to the area or why would you be working there? Hell, for how little you seemed interested in him, he couldnât stop thinking about you. What was it that got his attention?
âBoth,â Hoseok said in response.
Jungkook let out a small sigh watching the time pass by, âIâll think about it.â
It was unlikely he ever would, he thought, attempting to focus back on his friend and who he was talking about. As arrogant as it might sound, thereâs always someone dying to meet him. Usually it never works out and instead itâs used as a bragging right that they were taken out by him. He would like to meet someone organically, nothing forced or ingenuine. Someone he runs into and charms them without his reputation involved. How could he meet someone like that?
There was moisture lingering in the air as you left the small cafe you worked at during the week. It was midday and you wouldnât have to be at work again till later tonight so the only thing on your mind was a good sleep.
You barely made it onto the bus when your phone began to ring and you put on your headphones to answer, âHello?â
âGreat, youâre alive. I was getting paranoid after the third ring,â Your friend said immediately once the call connected, âAre you off!â
âYeah, until tonight,â You told her, staring out the foggy window of the overcrowded midday bus.
âIs Taehyung home? You want to come to mine instead?â Yeaun asked, sounding concerned but you just shook your head no even if she couldnât see it.
âItâs alright, heâs not home anyway,â You said to her with a sigh, âI live there too and if heâs going to make a problem or it then maybe he should move out sooner.â
Yeaun was quiet for a moment, not sure if you were being serious or not. Or course itâs not the first time you and your âboyfriendâex boyfriendâboyfriendâ break it off suddenly but this is different. You live with each other now and have for a few months. Why would Taehyung ask you to find a place with him if he was going to end it a few months into the lease? What an asshole.
âAlright, well Iâll talk to you later, maybe Iâll stop by the bar and catch up,â Yeaun finally said to which you mumbled back your response and ended the call.
You arrived at an empty apartment with a stack of blankets and pillows on the couch and a large bed with one person claiming it now. You tucked yourself into bed hoping that you ex boyfriend wonât be home when you wake up.
By the time the sun set and the only plan Jungkook had was to go home, he began to think about the place he visited a few days ago. There was nothing special about it but it was somewhat comfortingâeven with some of the elderly regulars getting on his case, he kind of liked it. It was amusing and harmless banter that he could put up with for some time alone. When he was off and his friend asked him to go out for dinner, Jungkook turned him down to drive across town on his own.
Like last time, the same people sat around the bar but a few new faces took up some of the tables scattered around. You stood behind the counter indulging in conversation with the bartender next to you and Jungkook found himself sitting at the corner of the bar top and away from the loudness.
âI see they didnât scare you off,â You said once you spotted him alone. Thereâs not many new people coming by, especially ones that looked like him so he was easy to remember. He looked at you with rounded, curious eyes and shook his head, âNot yet.â
You asked if he wanted the same as last time and once he said yes, you were turning your back to him. Heâs going to be honest⌠he couldnât help but stare a little longer this time. You wore a short black skirt with dark stockings and a fitted tee making you seem casual and comfortable but at the same time he thought you were pretty. He couldnât tell if you were into makeup or not but he assumed youâd be attractive either way. Last time you seemed glum, but tonight you were smiling.
âAm I that forgettable?â Jungkook asked when you made your way back to his side, he nodded toward the old man who bothered him last time and how he barely acknowledged him today. He wonders if he asked because he cared or because he wanted to have something to say. There was nothing better going on and unlike before, tonight he's up for talkingâto you.
âNo, heâs just a Drunk,â You whispered jokingly, moving just a little closer his way. To be honest, he nearly forgot all about you. The two of you had such a small interaction days ago that his life just got in the way. It felt meaningless and like it was never going to happen again but here he is, finding comfort at the little bar you worked at. He couldnât help but be entertained by it.
âI asked my boss about the bottle you wanted last time and he said we canât afford it for just one person, so youâre out of luck if you start stopping by more often,â You said casually, looking indifferent but he caught a glimmer of curiosity in your gaze.
âIâll have to bring you some then,â Jungkook sat up straighter, âGive you a little taste.â
âIâm not into whiskey,â You gave him a small shrug, âI prefer the drinks where I canât taste the alcohol.â
That made him laugh a little harder than he needed to, âY/n, right? I think I remember hearing one of them say it.â
Your only form of response was a nod of your head but he didnât mind the lack of enthusiasm. Thereâs something about the way you seem reserved but not scared to talk back to him sort of draws him in. You looked at each other with the same intensity and he wanted to see how long it could go.
âY/n.â
You rushed away from him finding whoever needed help and he thought of what to say.
âSo how many nights do you spend working here?â He asked once you came by him again. So far both nights he stumbled into this place youâve been behind the counter with a blasè look to your eyes. It was a shame considering how pretty you were for you to be stuck behind a counter getting stressed over who knows what.
âPractically all of them,â You sighed leaning against the counter.
Jeon Jungkook doesnât care for meaningless conversation ike this. It was such a waste of time and he always found himself struggling for what to say.
âSo what happened the other night?â He blurted out before he could think clearly. He blames it on the whiskey for sounding so blunt as it rushed to his face. You couldnât read him as easily as he thought and tried to figure out what he was asking about. The other night?
Oh.
âNothing too concerning,â You brushed off your breakup with Taehyung hoping he knew nothing. The situation with Taehyung was not someone you wanted everyone to know aboutâespecially not a stranger. It was embarrassing to admit you were still living with your cheating on and off ex boyfriend because itâs better than sleeping outside.
âAnd here I was hoping for a story time,â Jungkook muttered under his breath, checking his phone and the dozen messages and missed calls. Like earlier, you left him to help someone else and this time instead of him trying to find something to say it was you.
âIf you start visiting more regularly maybe Iâll fill you in,â You said half-heartedly.
Youâve always thoughtâhopedâthat home is where the heart would be. You should live in a place that doesnât give you anxiety or depression. Living in this apartment with your ex boyfriends gives you both. When he was home youâd avoid leaving your bedroom at all and when heâs gone youâre worried about the time heâd get home.
You werenât scared of him, but you hated him.
The two of you have broken up so many times at this point itâs embarrassing to admit how he has you now. After cheating on you and treating you like shit, you still moved in with him just those few months ago and now youâre paying for it.
âAre you going to work?â He asked curiously as you came out of your now solo bedroom. Taehyung was gentleman enough to sleep on the couch but apparently not enough to keep it in his pants.
âNo,â You answered shortly as you slipped your shoes on. For some reason he thinks youâll forgive him soon. Heâs been trying to talk to you about it since the morning after he bothered you at work but you werenât listening. How could he do something on impulse and expect you to let it go?
Are all men this stupid? Most? Oh, definitely, but surely not all? Who would want to be on good terms with a cheating ex so recent after the breakup?
âWhat are you gonna do then?â
What he really meant was, âWhere were you going and who with?â
âNothing,â you closed the door after yourself, choosing to shut him out rather than tell him anything. He didnât need to know your whereabouts. For once you werenât going to be at work and although you didnât have big plans for your free night, you werenât going to tell him or worseâspend it locked up in your room that still had his belongings.
You settled into place at your best friendâs place, filling her in on whatâs been exciting or lack thereof.
âNot to feed the delusions but what if heâs stopping to see you?â Yeaun asked as you sat on her couch watching her look through her vinyls for something to play. After a while of telling her boringly endless tales of your life you came to the topic you were currently discussing.
Jeon Jungkookâthe irregular-regular whoâs begun to frequent the bar lately. Jungkook has been coming by for a few weeks now and although theyâre always small interactions with him they leave an impression on you. Heâs not like the usual guys who go there for a drinkâor anything like the ones when you go out with your friends. Every now and then you wonder if heâs catching a flirty tone with you or not but then you think harder and tell yourself; not likely.
Itâs too unbelievable,â You rejected the idea immediately even if it hurt you to do so, you had to be realistic, âHe probably has a girlfriend or wife or someone, I donât know.â
Call it a crush, whatever, nothing would ever come of it and you told your friends the same, âEither way Iâm done with men, theyâre all shitty.â
Yeaun shrugged, no longer pushing the idea of Jungkook. You havenât told her anything that made it seem like Jungkook had any interest in you at all so really she was just wishfully thinking. You know very little about the man aside from what the two of you have gone over but itâs enough for you to know it would never happen.
Youâre not crazy enough to believe otherwise.
Jungkook spent most of his day dreading for him to leave work and get ready for a dinner plan that was arranged for him. In all honesty, he practically disassociated himself from it the second he heard the tone the woman spoke in. Why did he let Hoseok talk him into doing this?
For nearly an hour heâs had to hear this woman compliment him on everything under the sun. Sure he was flattered but so? Did he really need to hear about himself from someone else? She didnât seem like a bad girl but she knew too much about him that he never told her. She was too in his space and not understanding to slow down.
âIâm happy our schedules aligned to be able to meet like this,â She said as she picked at her salad, âI know youâre very busy.â
âIâm pleased too,â Jungkook raised his glass of wine to his lips, searching around the restaurant for a clock. Jiwon was a sweet girl but he wasnât interested for some reason. She was attractive like Hoseok said but heâs not sure what is but thereâs something that seems to draw him away from her.
By the time the bill came and she pretended to look through her mini bag for her wallet, Jungkook was ready to call it a night. He never expected someone with him to pay but something just drew him back⌠seriously what was it? She waited outside with him in hopes of knowing if their night would continue from here or not but Jungkook couldnât wait to be done. He probably seemed rude with how he brushed her off and directed her into a cab, paying her fare with a lie that heâd see her again, but he couldnât think of that right now.
It was taxing to meet new people and try to feel anything romantic toward them. Jimin is looking out for Jungkook and heâs well aware of that but Jungkook does not want something forced. Heâs not asking for birds chirping and bells chiming but give him something thatâll make him feel things.
When he was alone in his car he found himself taking a familiar route in the opposite direction of his house. Heâd left his date with Jiwon and for some reason was heading toward the bar heâs been going to lately. It took him a while to realize where he was going and about a block away he stopped to think.
What was he doing here? He could find any shitty bar where he knew his friends would never go and be just fine. He could be out with his friends or maybe getting to know Jiwon more in hopes of something blooming but instead he was going out alone. It was a bad idea to make this a regular thing. People he knows will begin to question where he goes and invade his privacy, he just knows it.
With a deep sigh he turned the engine off looking up at the brightly lit building in front of him. It was a small convenience store and deciding to not make his drive all the way over here pointless, he went inside.
He is starting to believe the universe in playing a trick on him. Whenever heâs gone to the bar youâve been working at and tonight he decided not to go⌠bummed that he wouldnât see you but clearly the universe had plans that couldnât get changed. Instead of serving two drinks to customers, youâre walking down a refrigerated section of cheap flower bouquets. Itâs like he was going to run into you tonight one way or the other. Just because he wasnât going the bar after all didnât mean he could escape you as easily. It was crazy.
You hadnât yet spotted him as you opened the door to grab one of the cheapest bouquet of orchids you could find. It wasnât until you were ready to walk back down that you saw him looking a little too interested in the small pints of ice cream. There were two options you could do, One: pretend you donât know him and head to the counter or Two: acknowledge him? What if he was the kind of person that didnât like being approached? It would be embarrassing for you.
âNo work tonight?â
You stopped in your tracks, ready to walk past him when he spoke up. You looked around shyly, âNot tonight, Is that where youâre headed now?â
âOriginally yeah, but good thing I changed my mind. You wouldnât have been there,â Jungkook said, glancing down at the small shopping basket in your hands. He missed the way your face flushed at the comment, unsure if he meant it flirtatiously or not.
You had the small orchids, a couple ramens and drinks in the basket that made him smile just a little, âIâm assuming you live around here?â
âI wouldnât be working here if I didnât,â You say lightly, a smile playing on your face when you saw his, and glanced down at your basket with embarrassment. All Jungkook had in his hand was a single bottle of wine that he grabbed so he wouldnât look strange approaching you, âDo you live around here too?â
âNo, I uh, Iâm kind of far actually,â He scratched the back of his head nervously, âBut, I was doing some work over here.â
His face tensed at the way he must have sounded lying to you. It wouldnât have been a good look for him if he said he went on a blind date with someone his best friend set him up with but raced here right after. It feels like the conversation shouldnât end yet but he doesnât know how to make it go on. Usually heâs able to tell what he should say to get someoneâs attention on him for longer but he doesnât know with you.
After a while, you began walking toward the register with Jungkook not far behind and you tried to act normal when you set your things down to be checked out.
Please, donât decline, you thought as you tapped your card to pay. When you were done and hesitating to leave or not, Jungkook spoke up again, âWhen do you work next?â
âWhy? So youâll visit me?â You asked him with a little more enthusiasm. Maybe you were overthinking it but was there a chance that he wanted to talk to you too? It felt like he asked you something so you wouldnât rush off before he was done paying.
He smiled, pleased to have you respond the way he wanted and he grabbed his things off the counter and turned to walk with you. You held your bag in one hand and your cellphone and wallet in the other and it was hard to miss the way your screen lit up with a phone call. You ignored the ringing but Jungkook was distracted now, âDo you need to take that?â
He held the door open for you wondering if it was your boyfriend or not and if he was just wasting his time. You shook your head, âIt's no one important.â
âSo youâre not seeing anyone?â Jungkook found himself asking, too impatient to beat around the bush any longer, âOr would you like to see me this weekendâor when youâre freeâ over drinks?â
You didnât say anything for a moment, staring up at the handsome man in front of you with a baited breath. Jungkook was attractive, very attractive but did you need to be seeing anyone right now? Sure, itâs been a couple weeks since you and Taehyung fell off but you still live together. If he found out he would lose his shit⌠but at the same timeâŚ
Jungkook was intriguing and charming and so attractive you couldnât wrap your mind around anything else.
âIâm free this upcoming Sunday.â
Before you split ways, you made sure to exchange information and you were practically rushing to tell your best friend.
jungkook: next time we should have stuck around and talked longer
When Sunday evening rolled in, Jungkook wore one of his black Prada shirts and black jeans. He tried dressing casual but this was as casual as he could go for seeing you out on a night like this.
âI could meet you halfway,â Jungkook insisted on the phone as he stood outside your building. It was a rundown apartment complex just like all the others in the area and even he felt unsafe, he canât imagine how you feel every night. Okay, maybe heâs not used to anything outside of the private, gated community he grew up with.
âItâs fine, Iâll be down in a second,â You practically whispered as you hurried to hang up. With a final spritz of perfume, you left your bedroom as quiet as possible but it was no use. Taehyung sat there watching you.
âIâll be back late so donât wait up,â You practically grumbled as you went to put on your heels.
âSince when do you dress like that?â Taehyung asked with a slight scoff. Unlike your usual attire of baggy pants, sweaters, tees and the occasional skirt, tonight you wore a short, satin pink dress with heels to match. You looked pretty and it annoyed him because he knew why.
âSince I stopped being with you,â You told him, fishing for your key before closing the door on him like last time.
It took a lot of convincing on Jungkookâs part to let you let him pick you up and you had many reasons why. One, you didnât want him to run into Taehyung or feel awkward. Two, you didnât want him to drive all the way here if youâd most likely be in the inner city which was on the other side of town. And three, you were slightly embarrassed at your housing complex. Youâve seen Jungkookâs dress attire and the expensive watches, chains, drinking preferences he wears. Heâs got money while youâve got two jobs still struggling to pay your half of the rent on top of all the debt tied to your name.
âWell donât you look stunning,â Jungkook said with a nervous chuckle as you approached him, eyeing his all black Porsche and how perfectly it matched him. The silk of your dress felt soft against his touch when you hugged him politely in greeting. You were slightly flushed by his comment and let him lead you to the passengerâs side.
âWere you waiting long?â You asked when he got into the driverâs side, looking you over one more time before starting the car.
âA l-little,â Jungkook couldnât help but feel flustered as you turned your body enough to look at him better. Your dress rode up on your thigh and he tried to focus on the road, âBut itâs my fault for being impatient. Next time Iâll give you all the time in the world if I get to see this pretty view.â
To be clear Jungkook has always thought you were attractive but this was different. This wasnât just him finding the bartender serving him drinks hot or the woman at the convenience store pretty. This was you dressing up for him in a pretty color while sitting pretty in his car and looking at him with your pretty eyes.
âNext time?â You laughed softly, sitting upright and trying not to seem affected, âDonât make promises just yet. You might not be able to keep them.â
âI always keep my promises,â Jungkook said, diving over the small bridge that separated your neighborhood from the rest of the city.
You went quiet after that, looking out the window curiously. Usually you stick to your area, the bus fare to go shopping downtown or eat at a fancy restaurant wouldnât be too bad but the time. On the bus it would be at least an hour long drive full of stops everywhere in between and you didnât have the time to make it a round day trip. It was nice seeing all the city lights when most of your neighborhood is dark aside from the occasional street lamp.
You were pleasantly surprised when he pulled the car in front of a large building and a valet came to the doors, directing you both out of the car. Jungkook instructed the valet on something you didnât care to hear as you looked around. It was obviously a hotel but with a large restaurant inside.
âReady?â Jungkook asked, suddenly at your side with a soft hand on your waist and you let him lead you in.
You felt oddly out of place when you looked around at everyone else but Jungkook didnât seem to care. He was significantly underdressed but that didnât stop him from pulling attention without meaning to and it made you slightly more comfortable. The restaurant sat on the top floor of a large hotel with a beautiful view of the city and amazing interior as well, âDo you like this place?â
âI have never been here before,â Jungkook admitted as he helped pull your chair, âIâll give you an answer after dinner.â
âYouâll decide once youâve gotten food?â You asked playfully but he just shook his head. âIâll decide when you do.â
You werenât sure how to respond but something about the way he looked at you told you he was being serious. Has he always been this forward? You didnât think so. Usually he asked you a couple things and that was it. Or maybe you didnât think there was any more to it. Sure, sometimes youâd catch him looking from across the bar but you always assumed he just needed something. When he asked you out the other night you assumed it was on a whim but now youâre not so sure.
It was far from a problem but you werenât sure how to take it. Something tells you Jungkook comes from a different world than you do. When the server came you ordered a drink and tried to focus on the menu. All the prices were high and you couldnât find anything in your normal price range. There were a lot of good options but what were you willing to choose?
âSo, when you think of an ideal type, who comes to mind?â Jungkook asked, picking around his plate. The two of you had talked about practically everything you could on a first date. He was a couple years older than you, worked at a banking firm, lived in the upper east luxury apartments, studied abroad, et cetera. He learned that you have two jobs and dropped out of school because it was too expensive and honestlyâŚyou thought you lost him then. You thought he was unimpressed and no longer interested judging by the look of disappointment in his face but then he asks you what your ideal type is?
âHm, I donât know,â You started awkwardly, feeling his gaze shift toward you and looked you in the eye waiting, âWell I would want someone honest⌠and loyal buââ
You stopped yourself feeling embarrassment edge on, it was ironic of you to say that was your type when clearly the past men youâve been with have been anything but. A light scoff left your lips as you laughed a little, âI donât know.â
âThatâs it? Shouldnât that be expected?â Jungkook asked. He was very loyal to his partners in the past but those relationships have long since been over and hold no meaning to him. He didnât even think he wanted to dateâconsidering how bored he was when the Jimin set him onâbut here he was having the time of life trying to get to know you.
âAlright, well what about you? Maybe I need an example answer,â You joked, trying to shift the attention off you but Jungkook didnât hesitate.
âI want someone I can relax around?â Jungkook was honest, âSomeone I want to introduce to people close to me and someone that makes me think about them all day.â
âHow do you decide who that person is?â You asked, moving your hair off your shoulder as you ate.
Jungkook smiled, âI donât know. I just feel it.â
You talked about random things here and there. He explained what exactly he did at the banking firm and you told him your aspirations to be a hair stylist when you were younger. He asked why you never pursued it and you told him financial issues which made the conversation slightly awkward but it never ended.
By the time you finished and Jungkook footed the rather expensive bill, you rode down the elevator peacefully and walked out the building. Once the valet brought the car back around, you were less nervous to be riding in it than earlier and sat comfortably.
âI hope you donât mind but I got you something,â Jungkook said once he was seated, âI wanted to wait till after dinner and then I forgot it.â
He reached under his seat where he had placed a small box earlier. You sat beside him watching him feel around for it, âOh you didnât have toââ
âI wanted to,â Jungkook said, placing a small box on your lap as he drove onto the street, âThink of it as a thank you for coming out with me tonight.â
âItâs nice but⌠isnât it too much?â You swallowed dryly, looking at the simple Cartier bracelet, scared to even touch it, âI don't know what to say, thank you?â
âDonât think about it, I just⌠I liked it and I wanted to gift you something,â Jungkook said honestly. He liked giving gifts and yesterday he was shopping for a new watch with Jin and he ended up finding the bracelet instead. For some reason he thought of you and before he could stop himself he bought it. It was one of the simple ones, not that expensive at all so he hopes you donât think heâs stingy with money or anything. Heâll get you something better the next time you see each other. He cleared his throat awkwardly, âDo you need help getting it on?â
You nodded shyly, unsure if you should take the gift but would it be rude to turn it down? What did he expect you to do after? You donât mean to compare but Taehyung would never give you something like this. The most he spent on you is when he helped you get a new flatscreen but even then he only paid for half of it. When the car stopped at a red light, he quickly shifted in his seat to reach you better. With a hand around your wrist he pulled you forward as he helped you with the clasp. He was quite particular with how it looked on you and made sure the pearl motif sat at the center of your wrist.
It didnât go unnoticed how he held your hand now as the light turned green. You didnât pull back and let his thumb graze over your soft knuckles, âPretty.â
Confusion rendered you silent on the ride back. Itâs not that you were ungrateful but you were skeptical. Youâve never met let alone gone out with a man like him and you had no idea what to make of this gift. Was he seriously giving it to you or did you have to do something to earn it? Was he interested in you or just bored? Would a man like him just give someone a thousand dollar bracelet for no reason?
âYou can just park right here,â You mumbled quietly as you pointed to a spot in front of your building. He opened your door for you and looked up at the building. Earlier he missed how the street lamp flickered giving everything a ghostly shadow. You let him walk you up feeling slightly embarrassed by the appearance of the staircase and hall but he didnât seem to mind.
âThanks for everything, seriously,â You said as you stood at your front door. At some point his hand had found its way to yours again and was softly running his thumb against your knuckles, âAre you sure about the gift?â
âI donât accept gifts back,â Jungkook laughed softly, âBesides, it looks better on you than it would me. Iâm showing my gratitude for having you out tonight. I enjoy your company.â
âGood, I like talking to you too,â you smiled warmly and he couldnât help but mirror it.
âSo when can we go out again? Whatâs your schedule like this week?â Jungkook asked hopefully.
âSo youâll visit me or take me out?â You asked playfully, more forward than earlier and his smile grew.
âBoth, perhaps?â He asked.
Now, you donât usually do anything on the first date. There was a big âIfâ about the possibly of going out with the person again but Jungkook has been better than you couldâve imagined. It doesnât make sense why heâs single and interested in you of all people.
Before you could think of what to do, he was moving closer. His touch was soft but there was no denying the way his hand wandered up to your waist, pulling you into him gently. You wrapped an arm around his neck before you could overthink it and leaned onto your tiptoes. Jungkook smiled, his other hand cupping your chin and tilting your face up. His lips brushed against yours teasingly, taking a moment before pressing them together in a first kiss.
You both were nervous at first but it was like something inside you came to life and you kissed him with more intent. Jungkook welcomed it, smiling a little into the kiss as he pulled back to catch his breath.
âI should go inside,â You giggled softly, turning away feeling flustered.
A small sigh left his lips, holding you close to him, âIâll call you.â
It took less than a week for Jungkook to reveal to his close friends who the mysterious person heâs been seeing was. He was not trying to keep you a secret at all but there was only so much he wanted to say to them all and it was the basics. You were a just nice girl heâs met and went on a date with, but even that was enough for all the interrogations to arise.
âSo how far did you guys go?â Hoseok and his hyper sexual mind felt the need to ask, âOr were you a true gentleman and settled for a hug?â
âWe kissed,â Jungkook said, licking his lips at the memory, dealing his own cards for their next round of poker, âIâm taking it slow as of now.â
âWhyâs that? The gala is not too far, shouldnât you be focused on who is attending with you?â Namjoon asked, ashing his cigarette in the tray to the left of him. Jungkook ignored half of what his friend said as he readied to play.
âY/n seems very different from me and I just donât want to scare her off just yet,â Jungkook said honestly, thinking back to your reaction when he gave you the bracelet. He, of course, never assumed you came from much money especially considering he knew where you worked and lived but it wasnât a problem to him. He was more worried if youâd manage in his life with the people heâs close to. Itâs something he often wonders when the possibility of a relationship comes to mind but usually this is weeks into dating. The two of you have barely gone on one date and for some reason heâs already envisioning the future and what it could look like.
âHoly shit, thatâs like a thousand bucks,â Yeaun looked over the bracelet, âAnd he just gave it to you? Where can I find a guy like that?â
âI guess,â You said, shifting your eyes to Yoongi as if he had the answers. The two of you stood behind the bar while Yeaun sat at the counter. It was early in the evening and youâve been since 2:00pm and ready for your shift to end. Your friendâs been here âstudyingâ for over an hour but sheâs been too distracted listening to your date stories. The bar was empty aside from a couple stragglers who got off work early but nothing crazy and it put you at ease.
âDoes he know about Taehyung?â Yoongi asked curiously.
âNo, it was a first date. I didn't think I had to dish out all my problems so soon and scare him off,â You joked as you looked down at the bracelet, âBesides, who knows how long this will last.â
âHave you talked since then?â Yeaun asked, leaning against the counter with interest.
âA little, yeah. He works at a bank so heâs got long hours at the office so I donât really expect him to reach out to me much,â You told them honestly, âAnd who knows, it mightâve just been a one time thing.â
You shrugged it off like it wasnât a big deal but part of you wondered if heâd reach out for another date or not. He said he would but who knows. People make promises all the time.
âUgh, but he sounds like a dreamâa dream with money,â Yeaun pretended to swoon as she gathered her things and stuffed them into her book bag, âAlright, Iâve gotta go home and study, keep me updated though. Bye guys.â
You waved her off and turned to Yoongi as he polished some glasses. He gave you a small sigh, âI like the guy, he always tips well.â
As your shift came to an end and you left Yoongi to deal with the night people, you got on the bus to take your usual route home.
jungkook: will you be working tonight?
you: I just got off actually
jungkook: I wanted to see you :(
You read the message at least three times unable to think of a response.
jungkook: have you eaten? shall we get dinner?
Just as you hurried to type, your phone began to ring and a smile came to his face, âYou really are impatient, giving me no time to answer.â
Jungkook smiled as he drove over the familiar bridge that closed the gap between you, âSorry, Iâm not used to waiting. What are you doing then?â
âIâm on the bus, a couple stops away from home,â You told him looking at the passing buildings and the way the sun had fully set now, âWhat time do you want to meet for dinner?â
âNow?â Jungkook asked, âIâm not too far from your place, Iâll waitâor better yet whatâs the next stop and Iâll meet you.â
Jungkookâs Porsche looked strange parking at The bus stop waiting for you and you felt slightly embarrassed by your appearance. Compared to last time you were nowhere near as out together and it was clearly evident youâve just gotten off work. Jungkook was in his office attire but he still managed to look good.
âIf you had given me a little more time I wouldâve gotten dressed up for you,â You said light heartedly as he greeted you with a hug and kiss on your cheek.
âBut I like seeing you like this too, reminds me of that black skirt you wore the first night I met you,â Jungkook said, taking your hand in his, âSo whereâs the restaurant you were talking about?â
Something has begun to really sprout between the two of you. Part of it still feels superficial to an extent but thatâs how itâs supposed to feel. Youâre not supposed to jump into anything so fastâŚ
Yes, youâve been meeting up a lot more regularly but you still keep each other at a distance. When you meet itâs usually out and tonight Jungkook wanted to be somewhere comfortable with you. He understood you got off work at the bar late and the last thing you wanted to do was go out so he opted for another way he could see you.
âCan I come over instead?â He asked as he sat at the bar one night. It was late, Yoongi had shut the music off and the lights turned on giving everyone a hint that it was closing time. Jungkook had arrived a couple hours before midnight to keep you company. Now that youâre closing he knows thereâs a chance the night would come to an end soon and itâs the last thing he wanted. He had a stressful day at work that involved a meeting with the CFOâhis father, about some reports. It spiraled into a conversation about the gala and who he thinks Jungkook should go with.
He had wanted to tell his father then that he wasnât interested in being set up on a date because he had you but he struggled saying it. He doesnât know where the two of you stand but he wants to figure it out. Jungkook watched you wipe the counters as Yoongi counted registers and he even helped wipe down a few chairs for you as he waited for a response. If the people at the office or his friends saw him cleaning up after strangers theyâd laugh in surprise. He wasnât the type to get his hands dirty and thatâs exactly what heâs doing just to be with you.
Usually you always changed the subject when he asked, or hinted at him to go somewhere else instead but it was so late nothing would be open. Taehyung would be asleep if he was home but that was very unlikely. It was the weekend and he was most likely with his friends getting drunk somewhere and looking for an after party. Thereâs a chance he wouldnât come home at all so what excuse did you have to turn Jungkook down?
In the end, you gave in and once the bar was closed, Jungkook drove straight to your apartment. He climbed up the familiar stairs, walked down the familiar aisle and stood behind you as you unlocked the door, warning him about a possible mess. Now, you werenât cruel. Jungkook wasnât walking in completely blindsided by the idea that you had a roommate but you werenât totally up front with him. He knew your roommate was a guy but he wasnât so sure about the relationship between you two.
Taehyung was half-asleep on the couch and Jungkook looked at him with furrowed brows as he followed into your room. You sighed, âSorry, my roommateâs here.â
âItâs fine,â Jungkook said with a shrug as he began to unbutton the cuff of his shirt so he could roll the sleeves up, âHow do you know him again?â
He wanted to ask more but he had to be patient.
âDo you want me to be honest?â You asked nervously but he nodded his head and waited.
âHeâs my ex boyfriend. Thereâs still over six months on our lease but weâve been broken up for⌠I think as long as Iâve known you now. Weâre stuck living together until the lease is up,â You confessed in a single breath, âHe sleeps on the couch now.â
âYour ex boyfriend?â Jungkook looked at the closed door, imagining the man who slept on the other side of it and his chest tightened. Why didnât he just move out or why didnât you? Was it a money issue, no one to let you crash out their place?
âYeah but donât worry, we donât talk at all,â You tried to reassure him but you could tell he was too busy in his head, âWhat are you thinking?â
âIs this you?â He asked, holding up a picture frame in hands and staring at who appeared to be you but years younger. A small smile played on his lips that made you feel flustered as you took the frame from him, âYes, donât look at it. I was in a phase.â
âI can tell,â he joked playfully, looking around for something new to take his attention. Admittedly your place was small and it seemed like you had everything that expressed you shoved into your small bedroom. He understood you lived with someone else but is that what itâs like? What in this room belonged to Taehyung? You once shared it so there had to be something and that didnât sit right with him. He had no need to get jealous but it made his throat dry to think about.
âWhat? You didnât have something you were obsessed with growing up?â You asked, sitting against your row of pillows as he took a seat on your armchair. There was a vase of orchids on your vanity and books surrounding him as he stayed back.
âI was hyper fixated on water polo as a kid,â He confessed randomly, âBut then there was an accident with my horse and I couldnât do it anymore.â
âWait, thatâs kind of sad,â You sat straighter, âBut water polo?â
âYeah, I switched to rowing and tennis when I was in college,â Jungkook said, and you looked at him curiously. Even in his business attire you can tell he had a lean, muscular body and you couldnât help but stare. With an awkward clear of your throat you looked away, âWould you like a drink?â
âI canât, I have to make it home tonight,â Jungkook said with a sigh as he stared out the window to his side. It was late and he wanted to spend more alone time with you but he probably couldnât.
âAlready?â You asked patting the left side of your bed as if calling for him. He looked between you and the spot, heart beating fast and he thought about it.
âOh, if you insist,â He watched the way you rolled your eyes playfully, and laid back in your bed a little more, âYou know, for some reason Iâm comfortable around you even though we still donât know each other that well. I think you did something to me.â
âLike?â You asked with a hint of amusement.
âYouâre easy to talk to and Iâm not used to that,â Jungkook said, noticing the distance between you getting smaller, shoulders nearly brushing against each other, legs angled in and your hand right in his reach. He took it shyly, looking over the bracelet he gave you last time.
Jungkook was being honest now. He doesnât understand how or why but once he met you, he felt good.
âYou like me that much?â You smiled teasingly and he couldnât help but smile too. In the beginning he always took you to be indifferent. You didnât pay more attention to him than you needed to and clearly you had things going on in your life that stressed you out.
When you began talking to him he finally got a hint of interest in your part but he found you hard to readâhe still does. You smile more often now and joke around, go out with him, but want more. If youâre closed off because of the relationship with the guy who slept outside the bedroom then he really canât stand him.
âI do,â Jungkook smiled harder, leaning into you, âAnd Iâve been thinking about kissing you again.â
Alone in your bedroom with a guy whoâs nice and handsome and charming and⌠overall dreamy made things hard to resist. You kissed him shyly, lips pressed against his and he felt himself sink into your bed even further. His hands found the belt loops of your jeans and he hooked a finger using it to pull on top of him. You both were still dressed in your work clothes but neither of you seemed to care.
He hugged your hips, soft lips hungry for more of your touch and his mind went blank. Your hands cupped his face and you didnât shy away from his wandering hands that snuck under your plain black tee and felt along your spine. With your body pressed to his, you rolled onto your back with him following after you, never wanting to break apart.
You donât know how long you stayed like that, kissing heavily and hands roaming but never straying too far. He didnât push you for more even when you felt the way you affected him. Instead he kept the pace mutual, made you feel good and cared for.
By the time your lips were too swollen and sore, you had to pull back. His breathing was heavy and his hair was a mess of tousled black hair. He looked more of a wreck than you did and you couldnât help but laugh softly trying to fix the collar of his white button up.
âIâve got a meeting in a few hours,â Jungkook mumbled against your skin as he checked the time on his watch. It was way past midnight and he had to be ready by 7:00am. The drive home was nearly a half hour and he hadnât prepared himself that well. As much as he wants to stay in your bed he knew he had to go.
You whined softly, hugging him closer before easing off. You let him stand up and he tucked the part of his shirt that had slipped out and attempted to fix his hair. There was an obvious bulge in his slacks that he tried to ignore even when you looked so inviting. It would be so easy for him to fall back into bed and keep going but he had to be responsible. Sadly, responsibility came in the form of having self control and remembering heâs got work tomorrow.
âIâll walk you out,â You said with a small sigh. It was late and you had to be up early for the morning shift so it was right to end things. You needed to get out of your jeans and into bed. The two of you left your room quietly. His hand was on your waist, following you blindly out with his shoes in his hands and a calm smile.
âI'll call you tomorrow,â Jungkook whispered his promise as you unlocked the front door. He stood in the brightly lit hallway now. The goodbye was sweet and he found himself lingering behind when you shut the door. He couldnât make out the full conversation but your ex didnât seem to have been sleeping at all.
âWho was that?â Taehyung asked, sounding tired or irritated. He was laying down but with the light from the hall shining in you can make out the shape of his open eyes.
âA friend,â You said blandly.
âCan you do me a favor and keep your friends out of here?â Taehyung asked bitterly, âItâs my apartment too. Iâve already given you the room, the least you can do is respect me enough to not bring guys over on my bed.â
He stood alone in his office, trying to take a break from the busy day heâs had. Back to back meetings, lunch with his father, endless paperwork, hearing Hoseok scold him about not going further with you, etc., he needed a break. His phone sat on his desk and it was taking everything inside him not to call you. Heâs tried distracting himself with the view outside his windows but it wasnât working.
âIâm just saying, whatâs taking you so long? If you actually liked this girl wouldnât you have gone for it?â Hoseok asked with a shrug of his shoulders, âSheâs got you whipped and you havenât even done anything, thatâs crazy.â
âItâs not even like that, Y/nâs justâŚâ Jungkook looked nervous like when he had a school crush and would get teased about it, âI wanted toâshe lives with her ex.â
âRed flag,â Jimin chimed in from his corner of Jungkookâs office, âWhy?â
âBecause she still lives with her ex, obviously. Thereâs still something there or else she wouldâve moved out by now donât you think?â Jimin explained making Jungkook run his fingers through his hair anxiously.
âMaybe moneyâs tight. Y/n said their lease still has another six months,â Jungkook bit his lip.
âHelp her pay to end it then, duh,â Hoseok said with a shrug, knowing money wasnât a problem for him or his friends, âFree her from the shackles of past relationships.â
This time Jungkook didnât say anything because he was too busy thinking about it. He could help you pay it off, maybe even find you a new place but would you want him to? You always seem so tired after working both jobs and although he hasnât made it official, he doesnât like seeing the person heâs dating stressed all the time. He could easily take the weight off your shoulders if you let him.
âIsnât Jungkookâs problem that he hates dating women after his money? Why are you volunteering him to pay for some random girlâs rent?â Hoseok asked with a scoff, âThe girl I set you up with would never, FYI.â
He rolled his eyes, sinking back into his chair, âI donât care about that girl. I care about Y/n.â
âSo make it official, offer her help, and take her to the gala. Boom!â Jimin clapped like he solved world hunger.
He was going to, he planned to at least, he was just thinking of how to do it. It should be something simple but for some reason heâs nervous to do it. Everyone has already been nagging him about his personal life and as much as heâd like to keep you to himself, part of him also wants to show you off. Youâre not what he expected
When he was alone in his office, he spent his time thinking about what you could be doing right now and how badly he wanted to see you. All youâve done is make out and he wants to do more but heâs also happy about the pace youâre taking things. It seems right. Heâs not jumping to get into your pants and youâre not running to his pockets. He respects you and finds you too stunning to let go even if you lead different lives.
After work, he headed right to where heâd find you and you were talking with some college guys who ordered shots at the bar. They were in some university jackets and seemed perfectly content taking up your time.
âAre those for me?â Yoongi asked, stepping out from the walk-in fridge of alcohol. He pointed at what Jungkook was holding and it seemed to catch your attention too, finally making you look over at him. Your eyes softened, standing up as he got to the bar.
He held a large bouquet of orchids, various types of the flower, some pink, some white, a little bit of both, a hint of yellow. They looked pretty and he held them out to you as he responded to Yoongi, âSorry, hyung. Maybe next time.â
âI didnât know you were stopping in tonight,â You said, taking the flowers graciously. Now that youâre sort of seeing each other he hasnât been stopping regularly. Usually he sees you in your free time and occasionally if he goes to the bar but itâs usually at the end when not many people are left and youâre about to close.
âI meant to call but I forgot, forgive me?â He asked with a teasing smile, eyes glazed over as he watched you, âI just wanted to ask you something.â
You didnât hesitate to step out with him, alone in front of your job, clutching the bouquet in your hands.
âSo, Iâve been kind of pushing it off because Iâm not sure what youâll think, but Iâve been thinking about it a lot lately and I canât wait much longer to ask,â Jungkook started off with a nervous scoff, âAnd now that weâre out here and Iâve distracted you from work, itâs probably shitty timing butââ
âJungkook,â You said, looking up at him, âWhat do you want to ask me?â
âWill you go out with me? I mean⌠I know weâve gone on a few dates here and there but I donât think to keep going with this without asking you for a relationship. I want to get to know you more and more and I donât want to think about you possibly misreading my intentions and I just⌠really want to be your boyfriend,â Jungkook finished.
A smile spread on your lips as you leaned into him, one hand around his neck while the other held the bouquet from falling. His hands fell effortlessly on your waist, pulling you closer, feeling you nod your head against him, âIs this a yes?â
âYes,â You kissed his cheek, âOrchids are my favorite also.â
âReally?â He asked feigning surprise, âI guess I was lucky picking them out.â
âAre you staying for a drink?â You asked pulling back despite his hold.
âI donât think so, Iâve got another crazy day tomorrow and Iâve got some errands to run. Do you close tonight?â Jungkook asked, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear, âYou work too much?â
âI work too much?â You asked with a laugh, âYouâre the one with back to back meetings.â
It was oddly endearing seeing the way he pouted despite his tough exterior. He wore a black suit and his hair was combed back, driving his usual Porsche but then pouting at you rather cutely and delivering you your favorite flowers.
âYouâre right, Iâll take a few days off and spend all my time with you,â Jungkook said playfully, âIf you think Iâm clingy now just you wait.â
âOkay, okay,â You pushed against his chest lightly, âI have to get back inside before Yoongi kills me. Thank you for the flowers.â
âMhm,â Jungkook bit his lip, keeping you close to him still as he refused to let go of your hand, âCan I get a kiss before you go?â
You sighed, pretending to find it bothersome but let him pull you back. You kissed him goodbye with a promise to call him when you get home and went inside as he drove off.
The flowers looked pretty in the clear cylinder vase you fit them into once you got home that night. You ignored it when Taehyung slammed the door and set the flowers on your vanity, smiling a little to yourself as you got ready for bed.
It took a week for him to officially ask you to be his date for the event of the year. He wanted to appreciate the tranquility he had with you at least a little before he brought you to everyone close to him. He didnât want your opinion about him changing but he also wanted to show you off finally. In the end, he asked you over dinner and you had no reason to turn him down.
You didnât fully understand what he was inviting you to and the gift he left for you one day only left you more confused.
âJust try it on, baby,â Jungkook urged you on as he busied himself in your bedroom while you stared at the box on your bed, âIâm sorry I couldnât find anything better at the last minute but youâll look beautiful either way.â
He already thought you looked pretty with how you styled your hair and makeup, you just needed a pretty bustier gown with orchids to match. It was a vintage Dolce & Gabbana dress that accentuates your figure nicely. Your neck looked plane but he fixed that with a few gold pieces and rushed you out the room. Taehyung wasnât homeânot that either of you cared if he wasâbut if you could avoid him the better. You didnât need him looking at you some type of way and youâre sure Jungkook could go without it too.
âI couldâve found something to wear, you didnât have to,â You tried to say but it was clear he wasnât listening.
âI wanted to,â Jungkook fixed the cuffs of his suit, checking the time on his watch. âWeâll be late if we donât get going now.â
When he first told you about the charity gala, you werenât sure what to expect. Maybe a few auctions, some guest speakers or small press but this was so much more than that. Hundreds of people filed into the large venue, chandeliers held high and disco balls spinning. Everyone wore suits and beautiful dresses who wore them more confidently than you did yours. There were performance acts happening all around you and a few people youâve seen on television in attendance. Without meaning to, you leaned against Jungkook as he navigated through the seating and found your table.
âLook whoâs finally decided to let us meet his girlfriend,â Someone said from the table as Jungkook searched around for his place card. Usually, he sat with his parents and his brother and his family but he started with his friends first. The others were busy speaking on stage and right now the guys seemed less intimidating.
âY/n, this is Jimin, youâll learn he never thinks before he speaks,â Jungkook joked, making you want to smile but unsure if you should.
âYou clean up nicely for a waitress,â Someone else said and Jungkook looked up immediately. Hoseok was obviously jokingâperhaps to impress the girl heâs been seeing and the one he set Jungkook up with for a date [who was surprisingly on Jinâs arm now]. One of the girls snickered, making your brows furrow.
âDonât be an asshole,â Namjoon told him off, directing Jungkook to sit down, noticing how ready he was to speak up.
âYouâre prettier than he said,â Namjoon told you with a polite smile. Jungkookâs hand rested on the back of your chair as he looked around for his parents before asking you, âJust ignore some of the stuff they say. Iâll handle it.â
âIâm not worried,â You admitted, sitting straighter as you looked at your name plaque on the dining set in front of you. He smiled down at you, âYou are prettier than I first said.â
âSo whatâs it like busting tables, Y/n?â Some woman asked you and Jungkook turned, clearly annoyed. He couldnât understand why Hoseok would bring the girl he went on a date with to the gala as Jinâs date instead. It didnât make sense and once again his dear friend was bringing questionable guests.
âAbout as pleasant as your company,â You said with a smile, âPerhaps a bit more, Iâd assume? I donât know, I'm not a waitress.â
You were a bartender and a cashier, if this random woman is going to insult you could she at least be accurate? Either way, thereâs nothing wrong with being in the service industry but judging by everyone around the table, they all look down it. You looked at Jungkook, in his designer suit, wearing the designer dress he bought you and feeling very obviously out of place.
âIâm gonna go to the washroom,â You whispered to him and concern flickered in his eyes. Your hand barely grazed his shoulder as you stood up and he placed his hand over it keeping you from leaving just yet.
âEverything okay?â He asked, not caring for anyone else at the table but you at the moment. You nodded with a gentle smile, âYes, Iâll be right back.â
When you left the table it seemed like everyone was able to catch a proper breath, all looking at Jungkook as if he had something to say. He didnât let you get too far out of his sight before he stood up too.
âWhere are you going?â Jimin asked with an amused expression, âI want Y/n back, sheâs cute.â
âIâm gonna find us better company,â Jungkook said as he looked at the women and Hoseok, âSober company.â
âCome on man, weâre just messing around,â he said turning to Jin hoping for some help but Jin chose to stay out of it, âSheâs great, honestly. Not what I expected.â
âHobi,â one of the girls complained but Jungkook was taking his drink and leaving.
You tried to fix your appearance in the mirror but there wasnât anything specific you could point to. There was just something that felt wrong and maybe it was being here at all. Maybe youâre moving too fast? Youâve already agreed to go out with him and you have strong feelings for him but if those are his friends⌠and these are the parties he attends⌠maybe youâre not cut out for it.
The women were flooded in designer and a sort of elegance youâre sure you didnât possess and the others seemed just as luxurious. You work two jobs to keep a shitty roof over your head while youâre attending a ball in a dress worth more than what you make in a month. You might act like youâre not nervous but youâre anxious. It feels like youâre pretending to be comfortable. Do you deserve this sort of treatment from him? All heâs done since you met him is keep you company, shower you in gifts, listen you every word you said, and⌠brought you around those close to him but were you right for him?
He seemed too good for you.
âI was beginning to think you ran out on me,â Jungkook said with a chuckle as he watched you jump in surprise. He stood near the entrance to the washrooms and waited for you to come out for what felt like forever.
âYou really are impatient,â You teased as he pulled you into his arms, pressing a kiss to the corner of your lips, âIs everyone still at the table?â
âProbably,â Jungkook said, taking your hand in his and walking through the crowds, âBut Iâm sick of them, letâs do our own thing for now.â
Jungkook was as attentive as ever. He introduced you to anyone who came up to him and he looked genuinely happy to have you there by his side. You havenât been seeing each other for long at all, but it feels right. At one point you reunited with his friends, except Jimin was off somewhere with Jin and the two girls. The rest welcomed you just fine and asked you questions about yourself. Sometimes Jungkook would say something about you that you had no idea he knew. Hoseok found it adorable how he spoke for you with a sense of pride or excitement. It was obvious to anyone who paid attention that Jungkook felt strongly for you and you for him. Although hesitant to let you in, you seemed to charm your way with his friends and it made him happy to see how well you fit in.
âLeaving already?â Namjoon asked when Jungkook made his rounds of farewell to everyone he knew.
âYeah, weâre⌠tired,â Jungkook said but the smile on his face said otherwise, âAnd itâs late.â
âHm,â Namjoon seemed amused as he looked down at the arm Jungkook had around your waist and how it ran along your hip, holding you close. The two of you looked like proper lovers on their honeymoon and he couldnât help but laugh, knowing neither of you were close to tiredâjust ready to leave.
He smirked, âHave fun.â
âWhat did that mean?â You asked as Jungkook led you out but he just shrugged. Valet brought his car and you got in with him.
âDonât know,â Jungkook said leaning over the middle consoled to kiss you, âWill you spend the night at my place?â
âI donât have clothes,â You said, smiling at the way he seemed to deject, worrying at his bottom lip.
âI mean⌠we wonât really need thaââ
âJungkook!â You hit his arm playfully, making him laugh. He drove to his place with one hand on the steering wheel and the other on your thigh. He lived in a penthouse in the sky, at one of the most expensive apartments in the whole city. The entire ride up the elevator was filled with his rough hands holding you in his arms, telling you how beautiful you looked tonight.
âI canât take too much credit,â You teased, arms around his neck as you went to the top floors, âYouâre the one who picked out the dress.â
âItâs not about the dress,â Jungkook whispered, cupping your face in his hands, âItâs about the person wearing it.â
âAnd what about when Iâm not wearing it?â You asked, stepping out of the elevator once it got to his floor. You walked ahead of him and he couldnât help but look after you. Your hips swayed with each step, walking so effortlessly in a dress that accentuated your shape. It had his attention all night and he knew tonight was the night heâd have you. You were hard to resist but he was patient, he waited for the right timing to make sure what he felt was right and it was. He was so into you it was all he could think about.
âY/n,â Jungkook called for you before you could skip too far from him. The two of you stood in the foyer now and he was taking your hand in his to keep you from wandering too far inside. His place was huge, the entrance alone had a level of class you didnât expect. It was a two level penthouse with a grand staircase and pool on the balcony. Your heels created an echo that felt never endless and in the middle of the foyer was a rounded table with a small stack of mail and a large vase of orchids.
Now you feel bad always dragging him to your small bedroom in an apartment you shared with an ex boyfriend. It was something Jungkook never seemed bothered byâeven when Taehyung would make a fuss about somethingâand that made you feel even more embarrassed.
You were too distracted to notice when he closed the space between you, hands on your waist as he pulled you against him.
âYouâve been handsy all night, yâknow,â You teased him with a smile, turning in his arms to face him. He let his forehead lean against yours, and closed the space between your lips until you were kissing.
There was a hint of a smile into the kiss as he deepened it by dipping his head low, mouths moving in sync. Even with your heels, you couldnât quite reach him and tried to lean upward.
Jungkookâs hands traced down your waist, falling to your hips and without pulling away, pulled you onto the table, sliding his mail to the floor. A light squeal left your lips, holding him tighter, âJungkook.â
âI canât help it,â He began to trail soft kisses down your neck, nibbling here and there to get a reaction out of you, âIâve been good all the time.â
You couldnât help but laugh, a cute and amused laugh that made him smile. One of the straps of your dress slipped down your shoulders and he hooked a finger into the thin fabric and pushed it back into spot. Jungkook didnât hesitate to help you down from the table, not yet letting you go but walked toward the staircase âAnd Iâve got you all alone now. Nobody asking you for another round of drinks, or your⌠roommate, just you and I. I donât think I can hold back any longer.â
With that being said, he guided you up the stairs taking you down a hallway toward the main bedroom. It was modern and dark with a wall of windows that overlooked the city lights. His bed was at the center with black sheets that he set you down and begins kissing you again.
Your hands ran down the front of his suit, pushed the jacket off and untucked it from his slacks. Every time you see him heâs dressed so nicely but you wanted to see what it looked like underneath. One time it had been late and last minute when he saw you and was dressed in a casual hoodie and sweats. You made out on your bed but never got far enough to take your clothes off. You know heâs muscular and lean but you needed to see it all.
Although your pace of undressing him was quick to your knowing, it wasnât enough for him. He yanked at the buttons, pulling it off and your jaw nearly dropped.
"Tattoos?" You questioned with surprise, as he sat back on his haunches playing with the buckle of his belt. He unclipped the back of his silver watch, throwing it on the floor and pulled his belt fully out of the loops.
âSurprising?â He responded looking down at. Your dress was ruffled up around your waist and your legs looked smooth. You sat back on your hands to meet him halfway for another kiss and while his mouth was concentrated on yours and your tongues danced against each other, he slipped his hands down your back. Your dress had a lower back cut, barely held together by a ribbon that had been tempting him all night. How easy it would have been to undo it and kiss along your spine.
A soft gasp slipped past your lips and swallowed by his as he pushed the straps off your shoulder and let it pool around your breasts. He slipped it further down exposing more of yourself to him and he kissed down your neck. You were slowly fall back into his pillows with his mouth against your collarbone, guiding you to your back so he could take the dress off you.
He left wet kiss down your chest, hands tracing along your ribcage as you arched into him and your breasts fell and rose with each heavy breath you took. mouth left wet kisses down to your collarbone and between your breasts. You let out a sigh feeling his gentle touch and he cupped your soft mound, squeezing lightly before he brought his lips to your hardening bud.
âIs this good?â Jungkook asked almost shyly, tongue sneaking a touch on your nipple as his thumb swiped over it feeling it begin to stiffen. You could barely form words to respond when he repeated the actions a couple times.
"Jungkoângh," you whined wriggling around a little for more. He looked up at you through a mess of hair and his teasing tongue flicked your nipple as his other hand groped the flesh of your left breast.
You touched along his back wanting to feel more of him pushing your breasts in his face and he drooled all over your boobs, sucking and licking your skin while you arched into him.
Once his tongue had grown sore, Jungkook moved along down your stomach pulling on it in hopes that he could get it off. With a small huff in annoyance, he sat back, looking down at your half naked body and tried to work out a way to take it off you. He raised your legs against his shoulders, sliding the flimsy fabric off and throwing it to the floor next to his shirt.
It didnât go ignored the fact that you had been completely bare underneath, your pubic area exposed to him as youâve gone all night with no panties and it was only now he realized.
âYou had nothing under this entire time?â Jungkook asked, finally pulling his own pants down, not bothering to wait to get his briefs off and did them both at the same time. He barely gave you time to appreciate the veins leading down his V-line toward his hardened cock before he was leaning down to kiss you again, âIf I wouldâve known we wouldâve never left your apartment.â
âGood thing I didnât tell you then,â You said between gasps when he licked the shell of your ear, pressing his naked body against yours.
Tonight had been something heâs known for months and a yearly event that he needed to attend. If he had known and seriously kept you in bed youâre sure he wouldâve heard an earful. You only chose to go bare so you wouldnât get a panty line on the dress.
He mustâve liked your chest because he went back to your breasts hungrily latching onto a nipple again, choosing not to respond anymore as he got lost in your warmth.
Like earlier when he got the dress off, he hitched your right leg up until it was bent close to your stomach, exposing more of your wet pussy to his greedy eyes. Silky strings of arousal glazed over your folds making him run his tongue along his bottom lip. Jungkook was focused on your wet cunt, dragging a finger along the center where your juices puddled at your entrance. It was a wet, creamy sort of slick that coated his fingers and your clit.
You released a moan at stimulation, jaw going slack when Jungkook gripped your hips with his free hand and pressed you firmly to the bed. Making sure you wouldnât squirm away, he dropped to his stomach, face between your lips as he went for a taste.
His lips were soft against your folds, eyes locked onto the sight of your puffy lips and let his tongue lick up the puddle of arousal. He practically sucked on it for a taste and left open mouth kisses on your cunt. You gripped the bed sheets tightly, legs threatening to shut but whenever you tried to squirm his head followed your movements.
Jungkook could barely breathe but it felt unnecessary as he nipped at your labia, sucking it into his mouth and letting your clit rut against the tip of his rounded nose. In all honesty, there was only one thing on his mind right now. He wanted to please you and make you feel good. He wanted to make you forget about any other guy and make you think of him and only him. His mouth closed over the stiffened clit suddenly and he began to lick and suck, feeling the outline of your slit get his chin wet like a dog lapping at water with thirst.
You had to be the sweetest thing to ever grace his tongue and it was making him lose his mindâaimlessly rutting his stiff cock against the bed.
Your head had fully tipped back, no longer paying attention to the pleasure he brought between your legs and sunk into the pillows, staring up at the ceiling moaning. Jungkook watched you succumb to what he gave you and he snaked a hand along your body, feeling the way your stomach caved in with deep breaths and settled a grip on your tits. His fingers were wet and he used the liquid to coat your nipples, rubbing them between fingers and quite literally tongue fucking you with your hips humping his face.
You were in ecstasy with his mouth slobbering all over your cunt. You couldnât remember the last time you let someone touch youâpleasure you. It surely wasnât with the ex you lived with. You stopped letting him in long before you broke up and even then he didnât make you feel the way Jungkook did.
"Ohâ" you moaned softly, hands in his
dark hair keeping him in place. He didn't say anything only guided you through an orgasm, feeling the way your legs shook and your breath hitched. Your clit twitched in his mouth and he tried to soothe the feeling with tender lips, tongue lapping at your release as you came down from your high.
Your eyes opened, looking right at the red tip of his cock, aching with need and pointing straight at you. He leaked with precum just from what he had done to you and he needed more. You tried to sit up on shaky legs, meeting him halfway for a messy tongue kiss, licking your arousal off his lips and some spit mixed into it. It was nasty but it made him grown with lust, especially when your hand snaked around his mushroom tip.
Jungkook dropped his forehead against your shoulder, staring down at your naked bodies and focusing on the hand you had on him. Your thumb was rubbing against the slit, smearing clear arousal around his head. His brows knitted together, a confused expression as you tried leaning back, managing to pull him into bed. It didnât take long for him to get the hint and get on his back.
âBaby,â Jungkook tried to warn as you shifted to sit between his legs, leaning down to his stiff member. He was so close already and wasnât sure how much heâd be able to handle before he had a chance to be inside you. A dry gasp left his lips as you went in without warning.
You flattened your tongue on the underside of his length, teasing a long lick from his base to the tip. Spit pooled in your mouth that you let drool out of your mouth and cover his tip, eyes on him the whole time. His eyes felt heavy but he refused to let them shut, wanting to see the way you took his cock into your mouth seductively.
A deep, throaty men left his lips as you swallowed as much of him as you could; never pulling your eyes off him and his head nearly tipped back with pleasure. Holding the base of his cock with one hand, you begin to bob your head setting a good pace, with your other hand on his muscular thigh.
Your eyes lock on the obvious muscles flexing under your touch, his abdomen more prominent than before and you eyed his tattoos curiously. Whatever you couldnât fit into your mouth was jerked off by your free hand that would occasionally run a little lower to massage his scrotum.
You can tell he was close which left you with a sense of pride. Your nose pressed into his pubic bone, taking steady breaths as you flattened your tongue and relaxed your throat to fit whatever more you can. Jungkook panted feeling the throb of his cock as his tip hit the back of your throat.
You roughly swallow around him, suppressing a gag and resume to deep throat him.
"Fucking hell," he groaned tossing his head back in bliss, hand hiding his face as it scrunched together in pleasure. Moans were pouring out of his mouth, sounds muffled into his hand, "I'm soâclose."
It hit him at once, hips nearly licking from how hard his muscles tightened with pleasure. His cock twitched warning a gag from you before he couldnât take anymore. You didnât pull away, swallowing what you could of his release.
Jungkook slowly comes down from his high, hand petting your hair. His eyes were hazy and his mouth dry. It felt like he couldn't move a muscle but he needed to feel your mouth on his. He could taste himself on you and with your aftertaste on his he wished to kiss more, pulling you onto his lap.
It was the best head heâs ever received yet his cock ached for more.
âCondom?â You asked, nipping at his ear lobe making his eyes roll. He didnât bother to shift you off his lap as he blindly felt around his nightstand for protection.
He let you slide it onto his member, watching it bounce back up, too stiff to budge and held placed a hand at the base as you moved to straddle him.
The expression you made as you sank onto his length was utterly beautiful and you radiated a confidence in taking him that he hadnât seen before. Every time heâd seen you has led up to this moment where you could finally be as intimate as you please and he wasnât the only one jumping for the chance. He didn't push to move even if he really wanted to and instead let you adjust. He wanted this to be pleasurable to you too.
"Jungkook," you whined, hands flat on his chest making your tits perk up and he carefully shifted his hips, rolling them up to dig just a little deeper.
âThatâs it baby,â he muttered under his breath, watching your hair fall forward as you tried to concentrate on his thrusts. You ground your hips against him and he watched your body shudder with pleasure. It was hypnotic the way you pulled him and he couldnât help but lean upward, kissing one of your breasts as you rode his dick for the first time.
He groped at your ass, spreading the soft cheeks apart and rammed into you when you threw your head back with a whimper, "Feels good."
You threw your arms around him, suffocating him against your chest as he bounced you on his dick, moaning against your nipples and drooling. Jungkook's nail dug into your soft flesh as he lifted your hips up and down on his cock.
He felt stuck, unable to move his hips as much as he wanted to and with a low grunt, he rolled you onto your back, knees digging into the mattress as your legs wrapped around his waist, âFuck, I canât.â
You didnât pay much attention to his words as Jungkook began to quite literally drop dick inside you, grinding his pelvis into you with each deep thrust and it felt nasty to be fucked this way.
A familiar ring of nerves clenching around his member as it sucked him into your folds. He wasn't going to last much longer either.
He hasn't slept with someone in months and it definitely didn't feel like this. He didnât give it up to just anyone despite what reputation he might have, and it took him time to sleep with you. He had to feel intimate in other ways before he let himself feel the pleasure you brought him.
âGonna cum for me?â He asked softly, kissing your jaw and hugging your waist as he dug your pussy out, feeling your nails claw at his back.
âPlease,â you begged, snuggling into his neck and his chest tightened with want. He put more purpose into his thrusts, bringing you and himself so close to the edge that you would tip over any moment. You sounded too pretty begging for him to just ignore.
A wave of pleasure washed over you, skin rising with bumps as a shiver ran down your body. He held you tightly as you moaned in euphoria, coming undone once again. Jungkook couldnât hold on much longer and your legs around him gave him no choice but to fuck the rest of length in you until he came into the condom.
You laid together for a moment, both shaking and softly petty each other as you came down. Jungkookâs fingers combed your hair back and you straightened your sore legs as you let him pull out.
You donât remember much aside from the drowsiness and he cleaned you up better than you couldâve.
He lied back in bed, pulling the covers over your naked body and fell asleep in your arms.
Once the sun rose into the sky, sneaking into the bedroom through the blinds and waking you from a heavy sleep, you found yourself feeling sore. You attempted to stretch but Jungkookâs arm trapped you against him.
âWhat time is it?â You mumbled to yourself, looking down at your naked body feeling self conscious as you rolled onto your side to find your phone. It was somewhere out in the foyer with the rest of your things youâd forgotten.
The time on Jungkookâs alarm clock read ten minutes past the bus. You shouldâve been on it and on your way to the cafe.
âY/n,â Jungkook mumbled sleepily, sitting up a little to see what was holding your attention, âBack to sleep.â
âIâm going to be late to the cafe,â You said, attempting to get up but failing miserably once he pulled you back down.
âWho cares about that one, letâs sleep a little longer,â He said and although your heart raced, you canât help but roll your eyes.
âDonât you have work today? Weâll both be late,â You tried to reason but your now clingy boyfriend wasnât hearing any of it.
âIâm in line to be CFO, I can do whatever I want and today Iâm choosing to spend as much time with you as possible,â Jungkook said arrogantly but it was so easy to look past when he kissed your palm affectionately.
âNot all of us are as lucky,â You sighed, pressing a quick kiss to his lips as you tried getting out of bed. Instead you just ended up underneath him.
His smile was mischievous, âSo Iâve been thinkingâŚâ
âYes?â
âWe already barely have time to see each other,â Jungkook said with a small pout, âAnd you live so far with someone who doesnât deserve to see you as often as he doesâŚâ
âWell, maybe you should come stay with me. I know you said Yeaun doesnât have the space to let you move in with her and I really donât want you stressing about rent or living with someone you donât want to live with,â Jungkook told you, slowly rolling off you once he felt he had your attention, âSo what do you say?â
âYou live far,â You tried to say, sitting up and clutching the sheets to your front. You werenât completely opposed to it but shocked nevertheless.
âThatâs why I think you should quit at the cafe,â Jungkook said eagerly, âThat way you could focus on just one job and have so much more free time. Iâll take you or get you a driverâa car?, whatever you need to get to the bar. I know you like working there but at least you wouldnât be running back and forth between jobs. I live far but Iâm asking you, will you move in with me?â
âI have to think about it,â you sighed, sinking further into bed and the thought of getting up to answer missed calls from your job made you want to hide under the covers. You really did not like working there. It was early hours, shitty pay, and rude people. At least at the bar it was nighttime and the people knew you. And it would be nice to no longer live with TaehyungâŚ
Jungkook couldnât help but smile, pulling you into his arms knowing you were seriously considering it, â⌠And if you ever decide you donât want to be at the bar either⌠youâll be with me and have all the time in the world to do what you want.â
âYouâre offering too much,â You said playfully, hugging him lovingly, âIâll really start to think about it.â
âPlease, I could give you whatever you want if you just let me,â Jungkook says.
In some strange, unexplainable way, he fell for someone so unlike him. It was effortless and comforting to the point that nothing would bother him about it and all he wanted was to be with you. He could ignore everything else, or solve anything just to be with you.
Itâs like youâre what heâs been looking for and heâs what you needâsomeone trusting, reliable and loving.
Ever since he saw you buying orchids at the convenience store, he canât help but think of them when he thinks of you. You remind him of one.
Beautiful, charming, graceful. It didnât matter if you had different upbringings or experiences, all he knows is youâre fit for him and heâs fit for you. Heâll show you things youâve never seen, treat you to luxuries and care while you teach him more about yourself. Let him really get to know you and what makes you smile.
To do that, you have to let him in.
âSo no work?â Jungkook asked hopefully making you roll your eyes, trying not to smile.
âI guess not,â You sighed, feeling him begin to smile against you and hurried to stop him, âBut I should still go home.â
âTo pack?â
âNo, to shower and get dressed,â You corrected him, laughing at how he whined, âWell talk about it more later, last night wasâŚâ
âA lot?â
âYou can say thatâ
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#resale price for this show is so much lower than face value đĽ˛#i originally bought them on nov 11 when they went on sale lmao#i paid $71 each after fees đĽ˛#and resale price is like $16 a ticket đ#seems like no one wants to go to this show#i'd love to but i'm going to the michigan show the night before#just not realistically doable
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The Simblr Cycle
Paid creator acts up for the 19348th time, site-wide outrage
Everyone pissed off about paid creator
Vague appreciation posts for free CC creators (but they still get fuck-all in terms of reblogs or exposure)
Everyone points out the fact there are places to get this paid CC for free
Paid creator releases new set, gets thousands of reblogs and everyone is putting it on their sims and in their houses and on their Simblrs and basically doing free advertising
Free CC creators go back to getting fuck-all in terms of interaction
The rest is under the cut.
For a site full of people obsessed with the ideal of a person who does no wrong, yâall are sure as shit in love with the people who cannot do anything right whilst the good folk get bugger-all!
When do people stop paying shitty creators and when do these same people stop freely advertising for them as well? đ And when it comes to when they fuck up, you know what they say about there being no such thing as bad pubilicity. Thereâs no way these people will actually be booted from the community because of the price tag making it look more special and desirable, and because people refuse to check out places like Rebels and DHM where you can get all this shit for free.
They can do whatever the fuck they like at this point because the callouts will only summon their white-knights and the rightful reblogged callouts and warnings will only get them more advertising - because most people only care about pretty desirable things and for whatever reason will gladly tolerate shitty business practices from these people.
So many decent folk and passionate folk in this community get nothing except empty vague mass reblogged messages about how much people love their creations whilst the scamming cunts get all the constant attention and advertisement. And all free creators get is pitiful exposure, none of the excited âlook at this cool CC so and so made!â and all they get is taken advantage of by paid creators. Donât be surprised if even more free creators like myself leave the community because theyâre tired of it. Scammers in the Simblr or wider CC community and thieves have fucked this up for everybody. Paid content has ruined the TS4 community, but at the same time the whole community almost revolves around it despite it.
Everyone talks about how people making stuff for free or just doing stories and challenges are the backbone of this community and then it entirely becomes about the paid creators. Again. And again and again and again, and itâs never-ending.
EDIT: Please stop following my account since I am a retired creator who doesnât upload anymore. I appreciate it but I am no longer posting Sims content to my blog. You are welcome and encouraged to reblog my Gaza / Sudan fundraisers reblogs however.
The funny part is, I got more notes on this one rant post in 3 days than I did across most of my actual Sims content for months, with the exception of 1 or 2 semi-popular pose packs, lmao. Like I said, paid creators run the place at this point. This entire community revolves around paid creators and awful business practice and behaviour now, and with TS5 cancelled theyâre here to stay for a much longer time than weâd hoped for. Good luck to all of the gameplayers, storytellers and free creators. Youâre going to need it.
#The sims 4#Ts4#i could not give less of a shit if ppl are upset by this btw share your outrage with your discord server echo chamber or smth#Before I left some of my favourites were#Xldkx crazy-lazy-elder-sims hellodahliah azeterna sadraccoon0761 aniraklova herecirmsims#free creators and storytellers who are lovely. Go give them your attention instead of focusing on the worst this community has to offer
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asoiaf dash simulator
đĽ fool4you
ohhhhhh my godddâŚâŚ. florian and the fools concert in kl opened with jonquil fucking flashing the audience?????? ohhhhmmfnf my gofifhddd??????? cannot believe sheâs straight truly a tragedy for the ladies loving ladies community
đŤweirdwoodd
imagine believing in the doctrine of exceptionalismâŚ.. no hope for this realm i fear
đ fyre-and-blood
hey guys op actually worships the old gods so i would just go ahead and block them before they overtake your mind with hideous blood magicks. stay safe out there!!!!!
đ salt3dwif3
bro you can always tell when someone paid the gold price for their baubles đ this greenlander does NOT reave or raid like come onnnn where did you get that finely crafted dirk because it sure as hell wasnât the cooling corpse of your enemy lmao
đ rhaegars-cervix
if i see any of you making fun of the tragedy at summerhall on the anniversary i will block you immediately. people lost their lives itâs not fucking funny.
âĄď¸dondarriugh
ok tumblaeyr user rhaegars-cervix
âď¸ thelastofthegiants
thinking about Her (brave danny flint)
đ rat-cook-rave
me when iâm literally wandering the nightfortâs shadowy halls
đ barwench
if youâve ever apprenticed for a trade or eaten a high lords castoffs you have no place in the serf rebellion how many times do we have to say it. uplift actual smallfolk voices how hard is that to grasp
𪹠leeching-loving
didnât you grow up within sight of a holdfast đ
â¤ď¸âđĽ rhollorslight
cannot believe the sheer amount of heathenry on this siteâŚ. WAKE UP!!!!!
Blazed Post
âď¸ martellmesweetlies
youâre on the wrong side of the narrow sea lmao
đŤ mothers-tears
hey i know you mean well but itâs really important not to engage with râhollor cultists, they thrive off of engagement and all youâre doing is giving them exposure. just block and move on
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Barbatos resented Diavolo for make him his butler
As we know in S3, Diavolo lured Barbatos and then trapped him in the castle until he worked for him
He then dismissed everything what he just said as a joke, saying that he did it in his own free will. And that can be true. But that doesn't mean that he didn't resented him.
Look Diavolo's expression when he said that. He was hurt. Remember that Diavolo knows when someone is lying
After all those years, it could have been a joke but that doesn't mean it wasn't true. Diavolo knows it and try to ignore it but he knows he imposed himself to Barbatos.
And as that worked with Barbs, he repeated it with Lucifer, giving him what he most wanted when he was in his most vulnerable state, with the price of owning him.
I wonder if he did the same for Barbs. If he offered something he couldn't refuse or paid his election with the thing he wanted most.
With luck, NB will show us what happened between them. And a possibly resented Lucifer against Diavolo. Maybe even a Diavolo that doesn't mind forcing his decisions in MC and the brothers (more than he already does đ)
#do what you want but don't ever go away#yeah... Diavolo is a Yandere#obey me#obey me shall we date#obey me lore#obey me nightbringer#obey me diavolo#obey me barbatos#obey me lucifer#obey me analysis#obey me theory
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The weird radical/revolutionary politic larpers on this site are so allergic to political pragmatism I swear lmao. I am definitely left of the Democratic Party and I am certainly voting for Joe Biden in November. Not because I like him (I donât). He is absolutely horrific on Gaza and thatâs only the top (and priority considering there is a genocide going on there) of a list of complaints I have about him. I even voted uncommitted in my stateâs presidential primary (the Pennsylvania one; I had to write it in) to protest. However, Iâm still thinking pragmatically. Trump has said things that make me credibly think he will be worse on Gaza (insane that being worse on Gaza than Biden is possible but it is unfortunately), and thatâs only the tip of the iceberg. Project 2025, the potential for him to appoint more deeply conservative justices, more of his aggressively screwing over poor and middle class people with his tax policies. And does anyone else remember the spike in hate crimes after the race was called for him in 2016? Before he was even inaugurated? Whether people vote or not in November we will still have to deal with one of these two men in office come January unless all of the internet ancom larpers overthrow the government by then (doubt), so Iâd rather deal with the one who will be marginally less bad and who didnât try to overthrow the government. Canât have your revolution if nobodyâs alive cause you kept pushing off politically participating because there was no perfect option. đ
Political pragmatist anon, sorry for ranting in your askbox but I feel like I lose brain cells watching these people talk. The other day I saw someone say Biden is bad because Roe v. Wade fell under his administration⌠even though the reason for that was Trump appointed justices. đ (2/2)
Fucking insane. Sincerely.
It's a completely, flatly binary choice for anyone with a brain stem and sincerity. It's distilled into the two below images:
Where all major third party candidates are even on the ballot
How many electoral votes the largest of those (green party, a.k.a. Jill Stein) would win if they won every single state they're on the ballot for.
They are literally, legally, incapable of winning the election. They are not on enough state ballots to win and Jill Stein would need to somehow win California and Texas to even "win" all the states they're on the ballot for. Which, again, would still not be enough to win the presidency and throw it to the currently existing Republican House of Representatives. Which would put Trump in office.
It's that straightforward. That simple. That BLARINGLY obvious to literally everyone except these people.
On the one hand you have:
Significant and continuous support for Israel and it's genocide
Record levels of pardons for low-level drug offenses
the gearing up of the strongest anti-trust regime since the early 20th century
the most aggressive NLRB I've seen in my lifetime, with massive wins and institutional changes to help workers
Including getting Rail strike workers a week of sick-leave that gets paid out at the end of the year, which is better than NYC and LA sick leave laws
Millions of people (not enough) getting student debt forgiveness
Some trillion dollars (not enough)of investment in renewable resources and infrastructure
Proposed taxes on unrealized capital gains (a.k.a. how billionaires never have any money but can still buy Kentucky, Iowa, and Twitter)
Effectively an end to overdraft fees
The explicit support of leftist world leaders like Lula de Silva. Who he has explicitly worked with to expand worker rights in South America.
Has capped (some, not enough, only a tiny amount really but it's something) some drug prices, including Insulin.
Reduced disability discrimination in medical treatment
Billions in additional national pre-k funding
Ending federal use of private prisons
Pushing bills to raise Social Security tax thresholds higher to help secure the General Fund
Increasing SSI benefits
and more
vs
Said Israel should just nuke Gaza and "get it over with"
Personally takes pride in and credit for getting Roe v Wade overturned
Is arguing in court that the President should be allowed to assassinate political rivals
Muslim Ban Bullshit, insistently
Actively damages our global standing and diplomatic efforts just by getting obsessed with having a Big Button
Implemented massive tax cuts on ich people, tax hikes on middle class and poor people, and actively wants to do it again
"Only wants to be a dictator for a little bit, guys, what's the big deal"
Is loudly publicly arguing that the US shouldn't honor its military alliances after-the-fact
Tore up an effective and substantial anti-nuclear-proliferation treaty with Iran
Had a DoEd that actively just refused to process student debt forgiveness applications that have been the law of the land for decades now
Has a long record of actively curtailing and weakening the NLRB and labor movement, including allowing managers to retaliate against workers, weakened workplace accommodation requirements for disabled people, and more
Rubber stamped a number of massive mergers building larger, more powerful top companies and increasing monopolistic practices
Fucking COVID Bullshit and hundreds of thousands of unnecessary deaths
Openly supporting fascists and wannabe-bootlicks ("Very fine people" being only the beginning of it
It's really not fucking close.
#biden#trump#gaza#palestine#politics#original content#union rights#realism#2024 election#jill stein#rfk jr#cornell west
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hey! i'm opening commissions for writing and editing!
if you don't recognize my URL, i'm driflew and skelew on ao3. my most popular current work is the Lamplight AU on skelew, which is the account iâve been using the most recently, but i've got quite a few works around. take a look at those links for examples of my work and the tone/content i'm best at!
đ slots:
i've not done this before and am testing it out, so to start i'm only going to have three writing comm slots. if all goes well, i'll probably open them again once i finish, but i don't have a timeframe for how long this will take
i'll also do three editing slots, but those might refresh sooner
đ price:
writing comms, the rate i'm thinking is 5 cents a word.
(that's $5 for 100 words, $25 for 500 words, and $50 for 1000 words)
editing comms, the rate i'm thinking is $5 for every 1000 words read
đ what i'll write:
for fandoms, i'm definitely open to write for third life, one piece, and magnus archives. i'd be willing to hear out other fandoms i'm familiar with, like blue exorcist or certain webcomics, but might refuse if i'm not as familiar
for content, you can assume i'm willing to write something similar in content or tone to anything i've already posted. i'll write fluff, angst, character death, and i'd be willing to talk about some amounts of horror / gore, certain romance/ships
if you have questions about specifics about what i'll write, just ask!
đ what i won't write:
poetry, nsfw (i just don't have the skillset for it), super heavy gore, ships i'm not into (as a general rule i'm not interested in incest or adult/minor)
....pretty sure this wont come up but im not writing any academic essays for you people either
i also reserve the right to just say no because i don't want to
if you have questions about specifics about what i won't write, just ask!
đ how this works (writing):
DM me here at @liloinkoink or over at @asexualzoro to let me know what youâre thinking. we can talk out the prompt you want written and figure out a word count range of the lowest and highest word count you want, and iâll aim to fulfill your prompt within those numbers
đ how this works (editing):
what i'm offering is help with both copy editing and content editing.
DM me here at @liloinkoink or over at @asexualzoro with a summary of the piece you want edited and what specifically you want help with, and i'll do my best to help! if you want content editing, i'll be sure to help with as much advice as i can
you can assume the rules about what i will and won't edit are roughly the same as what i will and won't write
đ payment:
payment'll be handled through paypal invoice
i won't ask you to pay me anything until the piece is done. i won't give you the piece until you've paid me
if you want to be nice and throw me a bone, my kofi is driflew
đ AVAILABLE SLOTS:
writing: open, 2/3 available!
editing: open, 3/3 available!
thanks for reading all this! âĽď¸
#says words#writing commissions#editing commissions#lew commissions#my poll didnât finish but i got a few interested votes so. there you go#top hits
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ENOUGH IS ENOUGH NOW
I didn't thought I would do it, because it's only gonna waste my time and energy but y'all are getting out of your boundaries now.
None of this matters to me at all. I'm not obligated to prove myself; it's ultimately futile in my opinion. Although I've proven myself two or maybe three times already, I'm living my life peacefully, so why should these miserable people matter to me? I won't even remember after a while nor your pathetic opinions about me đ!!
No matter what I say, there will always be doubters, and there will always be those who believe. It's not my job to convince people of my experiences or beliefs, and I don't have to prove myself to anyone. I'm living my life peacefully, and I don't need external validation from anyone. I'm grateful for my experiences, and I don't need anyone else's approval to know they're real.
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Why are you charging money when u have manifested trillions of dollars in the void :
I could manifest endless money into the void, but that's not the case. Even after entering the void, we still have jobs, we eat, we sleep, we live normal lives like ordinary people. There's a renowned blogger on Tumblr (I won't name her) who has also entered the void yet continues to work. Helping people through my abilities is my choice and I like it and so I seek compensation for it.
Even after entering the void and manifesting various things, you will still desire activities that bring you joy. You will starting to want to live a normal life. Eventually, you will become accustomed to manifesting everything instantly from the void, and it will cease to excite you.
If I really wanted to scam, I could have charged $500 or so, but I didnt, and still being called out as a "scammer"? $12 ain't gonna make me rich.
While there have been scammers within the community, it does not follow that every person offering a paid (and reasonably priced) service is a scammer.
You can't manifest for others :
How dumb of you all to say this.
"everything is possible"
Proceeds with "you can't manifest for others, stop lying"
Ultimately, it boils down to one's assumptions. If you believe it's a scam and that it won't work for you, then that will likely be the outcome. Is that not so? Now, do I gotta explain all the fundamentals to you all?
IT IS POSSIBLE TO MANIFEST FOR OTHERS (speaking from my own experience), and if you think otherwise, you simply have a limited mindset.
"It will only happen in your reality, not theirs." Not everyone believes in the existence of infinite realities, and it's okay to have different beliefs. However, if you do believe they exist, then this is what the truth would be, FOR YOU.
You are a male/boy, because your payment account is having a name of a boy :
I'm astounded by the sheer ignorance and absurdity in some individuals questioning someone's gender based on the name on the name of the payment account.
Are you all seriously assuming I'm male just because the account name is masculine? Common sense seems to be lacking here. I'm using my cousin's account. Is there a problem with that? I am merely utilizing my cousin's account. Please refrain from making such baseless assumptions.
She shows you her writings as proof and the photo she says as proof is her necklace and phone photo :
If you choose not to believe them, then so be it. What do you want me to do? To me, they are sufficient as "proof." If they are not for you, then fine, I won't put myself in a situation where my privacy would be breached just for the sake of "PROVING" to you that I really entered the void.
First, you all desperately demand proof, but when someone provides it, you claim it's fake. Nevermind, be stuck in this cycle:)
Why on earth do people persist with these baseless assumptions and relentless demands for validation? It's utterly draining and disheartening. If my evidence isn't enough, there's absolutely nothing I can do. What else do they expect? It's not my responsibility to prove my authenticity to anyone.
Read this ask
Reading that you should have realised that nothing can ever be enough for you all as proof.
And if you don't believe in those then why are you even in this community? What is making you believe those writings of others saying, you can have your dream life in a day, are true?
"trynafindbarbiee you don't have to deal with these manifest things, you can enter the void instantly anyway, why don't you live your life instead of wasting your time here?". - shouldn't it apply to all bloggers now? đ
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Anyone who's charging for their services isn't a scammer always. Accusations of such reflect a limited mindset. It is indeed possible to manifest for others, and some individuals in this community have successfully done so.
The community has become more cautious about distinguishing fraudulent offers from authentic ones. I find it absolutely hilarious that you all label such offers as a scam, as if $12 could somehow make a person rich overnight. It's honestly quite amusing!
Now, one bad comment about me = BLOCKED !! I don't have time to waste on limited minded peoples, who not knowing a thing about me, proceeds to call me a scammer.
So, now, stop with your pointless assumption about me. And do better + get a life <3
And THANKYOU to everyone who are still with me and refusing to believe the nonsense going about me on here. I may not reply to your postive asks but know that I love you all !! đ¤đťđ
#void state#void#law of assumption#void success#loassumption#void challenge#loass#loa blog#loa tumblr#loablr#success story#void state success story#void vaunt
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to b clear tho i WOULD have paid my bank back by now had i not lost my entire goddamn mind at the merch stall. and for nj i spent almost the same amount of money on the fucking concert tickets as i did on my flights & hotel combined so like. international travel does not need 2 be nearly as expensive as mine was. i made bad choices. i do not regret them for a second but had i planned things out better i would have saved a lot of money.
hi how does one save up the money to travel internationally
honest to god i barely ate before i went to new jersey and when i did it was 25p packets of instant noodles. i scrambled that money together FAST by depriving myself of everything for a month or two and it was soooo worth it. sydney i got very lucky and got a grand towards it from my grandmother frm money she'd saved for me when i was a kid but a lot of things went wrong on that trip and i ended up having to take out a loan while i was in the airport bc my fucking hotel got cancelled and so did my free taxi and my luggage got delayed for the whole trip so i had to buy a bunch of new shit. it was kind of a disaster and i still owe my bank a few hundred đ next time im gna do it more sensibly ive started doing overtime at work 2 put towards the my chem fund đ
#wveryone say THANK YOU NEW SOUTH WALES for their ticket resale pricing laws. i paid practically face value for my syd show tix#i paid like. $400 each for my nj show tickets đđđ
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â rindou/fem!reader (9.3k words)
cwâvirginity loss, mentions of getting together, implied sexual assault & kidnapping (not from rindou)
a/nâ inspired by anon lino. Thx for the request, I switched sum stuff up tho bc it was already long as shit n I didnât wanna make it like 15 k words đâźď¸
Your father is a force to be reckoned with.
Listed as one of Japanâs top twenty politicians, heâs already made a public figure in the eyes of the press & population.
Some hate him, others love him. You wouldnât know though, not being let outside of your house for safety reasons. Itâs lonely a lot of the time, being stuck in your big house with your siblings all day, tall men in black suits, glasses, and ear pieces watching your every move.
Though you were one of the richest families in the country, you felt trapped in a jail cell. The only difference was your cell was a huge mansion with security locks that changed every few weeks, the code only being told to trusted security.
âItâs for your own goodâ he defends his behaviour, thinking isolating his children at home instead of giving them a life for themselves outside is for your safety.
If you needed education? You were schooled online. The best mentors in the country are paid by your father to tutor you and your siblings. If you wanted to make friends? Donât be stupid.
What do you need friends for when youâre surrounded by all this luxury?
It was lonely , isolating , and boring .
That was why when your father was at one of his meetings, late at night, you took the opportunity to sneak out, replacing a body double made from extra pillows hidden under your sheets.Â
It was thrilling leaving the house alone for what felt like the first time in years. You were allowed outside of course, your father wasnât cruel, just protective. But with your freedom came at a price, not allowed outside without the presence of a tall manâmaybe two if your father felt the need for itâ tailing your every move.Â
Now though? You were able to walk around the streets late at night without the feeling of someone watching you from behind. You had no clue what to do though, looking around, half the stores were closed, save for that late night 7-Eleven at the end of the road. Bright green, yellow, red lights attract you towards it like a moth to a flame.
The inside is packed full with items ranging from snacks, meals, drinks. You walk around like someone whoâs never shopped for themselves before. Itâs quite embarrassing, you think, the loathing bitter resentment you have for your father isolating you almost your whole life stirs deep, and green inside your stomach.Â
You pick out a small snack bar from the aisle and head towards the counter. Youâre not that hungry, you just felt bad for walking in a store, seeing nothing you like, then leaving. It seems rude.
By the time you get to the counter, the woman pops her gum as she tells you the price, looking at you with a strange look you canât decipher.Â
âOne secââ You smile at her.
She ignores it, rolling her eyes.Â
It was then you realised youâd forgotten your wallet at home, as well as your phone, the excitement from sneaking out made you lose all common sense apparently.Â
âIâI donât have any money.â
âHuh?â The cashierâs voice was high in pitch, purely shocked. âRich girl like you has no money? What, did your daddy cut your allowance or what?â
âIâwait.â You blink at her, bewildered. âYou know who I am?â
âDuh.âÂ
âOh.â You swallow your nerves down, looking bashfully at the ground.
There was a feeling that your father was hated in this town, you donât really blame the people for thinking so. Even you yourself hate your father. You know nothing about politics because you refuse to listen to your fathers lectures on it. So you can only imagine that the rest of the country, those who are directly affected by his political beliefs, might hate him too.Â
A hand claps down on your shoulder, startling you. Looking up, a tall guy, slightly shorter than your bodyguards, stands behind you, holding out the right amount of change in his hand, sliding them across the counter.Â
âItâs on me,â he tells the cashier, who nods her head, then jostles you with his shoulder. âNow you owe me a favour.â
Thereâs something about the way heâs looking at you, the smile on his face screams heâs up to something, but you donât look into it, only happy someone was kind enough to save you from embarrassing yourself further.Â
âWhat favour?âÂ
âCome with me.â He doesnât answer your question, just leads you out of the store. His hand rests on your lower back the entire time, and you feel uneasy, but still push it down, berating yourself for being so cautious, on guard, around a man who was willing to help you out and pay for you.Â
âWhereââ Your voice cracks from nerves, so you clear your throat and try again. âWhere are we going?â
He ignores you.Â
When you try to slow your pace, the hand on your back pushes you onwards, practically forcing you to move. It was when heâs leading you to an alleyway, the nerves you forced down come back full force, a thick, heavy lump forming in the confined space of your throat. Â
âI donât think this isââ He pushes you into the alleyway; you land on the floor with a yelp.
âIs that her?âÂ
A voice, husky, gruff, speaks up, different from the man from before.Â
You try to look up, but your vision is blurred, only seeing specs of colour you assume are people. The thick, pungent smell of cigarettes fills your nostrils, then a foot, heavy and dirty, steps on your head, not applying pressure to hurt, just keep you immobilised on the floor.
âYeah, thatâs her.â
âNah, I donât believe it. Pull out a pic or somethinâ.â
You want to cough, the cigarettes making it hard to breathe. One of the men crouches down in front of you, pushing the guys foot from your face in favour of tugging you upwards by your hair roots.Â
âYou know why youâre here, right?â He wriggles your head in his hand like heâs rolling a dice, probably uncaring to the way your scalp feels like itâs burning on fire right now. âI asked you a question.â
âI donâtâow, sir, man, please stopâŚit hurtsââ
âSir?â He spares a glance to the guy behind you, then his grin turns wolfish. âI like the sound of that.â
âDonât do too much with her. We need her stable if weâre gunna show her daddy.â
âHow much money you think sheâll be worth?â
âAs long as she got all her limbs, no cuts or bruises a decent price, but if we rough her up a lilâ bit, she might be worth a bit more.â
Your body feels weak, tense, mouth dry, ears full of static as you listen to these men talk about you like youâre a slab of meat getting pawned off at a butchers, talking about you like youâre not even here.
If only youâd just stayed home tonight, stayed in the confinement of your bedroom, warm and cosy, smells like perfume and scented candles that your grandma gifts you every Christmas, instead of being here, face messy from the dirty floor, hair roots on fire, nostrils scarred with the burning scent of tobacco.Â
The man lets go of your head, and it hits the floor, your head throbs painfully from the hit.Â
âYou think sheâs a virgin?â
âGo check.â
Check?Â
Your stomach churns, empty lungs short of breath when the man goes to touch your sweatpants, panic rising in your blood.
âNo, please, donâtâow!â You scream in pain when he pushes your head back down to the ground, some dirt entering your mouth.Â
â Shut up .âÂ
Youâre kicking and screaming at this point, but itâs useless as his hands pull down your sweats.Â
Cold air smacks your bare skin and you want to cry, heat burning the edges of your eyes as tears form, but no sound comes out.
âYour daddy is fuckinâ up this country, you know that, princess?â The pet-name is cold, icy, as he grits it out like itâs meant to be pleasant.Â
His finger slides against your clothed folds, and your heart is racing, body limp on the floor as he continues his speech. âYou probably donât know that, huh. You rich fuckers only think about yourself.â
âI donât,â you gasp out, weakly, hot tears stinging at your eyes.
âDonât what?â
âAgree with him. I hate him tooâhate him so much,â you whimper into the ground, wet chunky tears soaking down your face.Â
He lets out a hefty sigh, fingers stop touching you down there, and he stands up with a sigh, relighting another cigarette. He takes a puff, a moment to relax himself, and turns to his group.Â
âWhat now?â Heâs not talking to you, gesturing over to the other men whoâve been watching the whole ordeal with nothing but a straight face.Â
âI dunno.â
âAinât this kinda embarrassinâ?âÂ
The men look at the new voice that speaks up from behind them. From what you can spot with your limited vision, he has blue stripes riddled within his blonde hair, adjusting his gold glasses on his face, looking at the group with a disgusted look.Â
âFuck does this have to do with you?â The one with the cigarette breath barks out, eyebrows creased with anger. âGo on somewhere.â
The guy simply ignores them, looking straight at you. You feel your blood run cold when you meet his stare. âYou alright?â
âIââ
âDonât answer him.â The guy next to you slaps his hand over your mouth. âDonât address her.â
âYou guys really have nothinâ else to do at night than harass some innocent girl?âÂ
You fear for the guy defending you as he steps closer into the alley, the sound of his boots echoing in your ears as he makes his way towards you. You want to tell him to run, go somewhere, donât get hurt because of you, but he seems awfully confident, and you couldnât speak if you tried.Â
âInnocent? Please, you know who her father is, right?â
He shrugs his shoulders, crossing his arms together. âNa. Who is it?â
âThat stupid fat politician scum thatâs tryna fuck with our rights.â
He gives him a blank stare, hands shoving themselves into his pockets. âSoâŚwhatâs that gotta do with her? Go touch up her daddy then. Or what, you scared? Canât take on a fat man, huh.âÂ
The implication has the guy seething, nostrils flaring as he rips his hand away from your mouth, dropping your head back onto the floor with a smack.Â
Thereâs another dull throbbing sting in your head doing nothing but amplifying the previous pain, and your wince catches the attention of the guy defending you.Â
âIâll fuckinâ kill you.â The man gets all up in his face, practically drooling like a feral animal without a leash.
âThat so? What are you waiting for then?â He smirks as he grabs onto the manâs hands, bunching them into fists and positions them by his own face.Â
His confidence, his blank stare, his voiceâŚyou canât help but gawk at him, mind hazy as you watch the scene go down. âHit me, câmon. I even put you in position.â
The guy spits onto the ground, wiping his nose before lifting his hand to punch him.
âDude, back the fuck up.â His friend pulls him away, ignoring the complaints and death threats spewing from his lips. âRin, he didn't mean to threaten you. We werenât going to do anythinâ to the girl, I promise.â
âRin?â He cocks his eyebrow meanly. âAre we friends? I donât know you, donât call me that.â
The guy slams his mouth shut so quick and fast, his teeth clamp against each other. âS-sorry, Rindou. But I mean itâwe really werenât gonna do anythinâ bad to her! We just wanted to scare her daddy into givinâ us some money. Thatâs all! I promiseâŚâ
âPromise? You really expect me to believe that shit?â Rindou stares at the man who shakes his head in fear. He looks down at you, and your blood runs cold once more. âDid they touch you?â
âHeâwell, he touched me down there.â You look down at your private area.Â
The guy guilty of it scoffs, arms crossing over his chest. âIt was barely even a touch.â
You glare at him from where youâre sitting, feeling a surge of confidence flow through you now that Rindou is here keeping them at bay. âYou still touched me, asshole.â
âIâll fuckinâ do worse if you keep runninâ that slutty mouth of yours,â he snarls.
Rindou clicks his tongue, unimpressed, lifting you from the floor easily, hoisting you onto his shoulder.Â
Itâs impressive to you how effortless the action was, butterflies flancing around in your stomach when his arm holds your waist to support you.Â
âYou guys better pray my brother doesnât find out about this.â
âFuck you and your weak ass brother.âÂ
That guy has some serious anger problems, because even his own friends are gawking at him like heâs a lunatic for spitting those words out.Â
Probably some unspoken code in these streets to not insult the âbrothersâ.
Now youâre curious.Â
âYeah?â Rindou only chuckles, says nothing more, pulling out his phone from his back-pocket. You lay on his shoulder as he dials who you assume is his brother.Â
The silence in the alley is deafening, you can practically hear the group's hearts beating out of their chest as the line rings.Â
âYo?â
âBro, guess what?âÂ
âWhat?â
Rindou walks over to the dude who thinks heâs all that. âFound this guy that thinks he can beat you up, thinks youâre weak ân shit. And actually, he said he could kill you.â
Thereâs a snort over the line. âWhatâs his name?â
Rindou nods over at him. âWhatâs your name?âÂ
When he refuses to respond, thereâs a beat of silence, then Rindou kicks the guy in the knee, sending him dropping to the floor without a beat.Â
Youâre almost certain you heard a cracking noise, then the guy is screaming in pain. You canât see due to your position on his shoulder, only looking at his friends who stare at him with a sense of pity, but refuse to speak up themselves.Â
Rindou drops to his level, bringing you down with him. âI said, whatâs your name?âÂ
For the sake of it, Rindou digs his hand on his probablyâno, definitely broken knee the same way he stepped on your head, applying pressure each second the guy fails to cough up his name.
âItâs Yamajiki Kenzo! Stopâargh, it hurts! Fuckââ He splutters out, desperately trying to push Rindou off.Â
Rindou clicks his tongue, standing upright, and brings the phone back to his ear. âDidja get that, Ran?â
Ran says with a yawn, âwe can find him tomorrow, no biggie.â
âActuallyâah man, looks like I broke his knee. My bad.â Rindou sends him an unapologetic smile, and the guy looks like heâs three seconds away from jumping at him.
He hangs up the phone, tugging it back inside his pocket, turning to face the group.Â
âAnyway, Iâm taking the girl now, orââ he jostles you on his shoulder, catching your attention. âWant me to fuck them up for you?â
âWhaââ
âDid they hurt you?â
âI mean, yeahâbutââ You look around. Half of them are scared half to death right now, it wonât do you any justice seeing them beat up on the floor. Part of you wants to be the ones to hit them though, get revenge for yourself. âI donât know.â
âSay what? You want me to let âem go?â
âI donât careâŚI just wanna go homeâŚâ
âHowâs this,â he jostles you one more time, âI take you home and tomorrow Iâll fuck âem up for you.â
âHome? No, no. You canât take me homeâmy dad heâhe doesnât know Iâm out right now. I have toââ
âI can sneak you in. Itâs no biggie, Iâve done it before.â
âOkayâŚâ
âGreat.â He turns to face the group. âJust wait till tomorrow. Oh and you might wanna bandage that up. Gonna look fuckinâ nasty in the morning.â He gestures to the guy on the floor with a broken knee, his face burning with sheer rage, eyes narrow, and sharp.Â
âWhatever.â
Rindou puts you back on the ground outside the alleyway, watching you dust yourself off. A hot flush spreads across your cheeks and you canât bring yourself to look him in the eye.Â
âThanks, Rindou. I really appreciate it.â
ââS no big deal.â His phone vibrates in his pocket so he goes to check it. âAh, I gotta go. Somethinâ came up.â He folds it shut. âYou okay goinâ back home alone?â
âYeah.â
ââKay, stay safe.âÂ
âByeâŚâ Your words trail off when he heads the opposite direction. You watch him leave, heart twitching a little in disappointment because you wanted to know more about him. Youâre unsure youâll ever be able to see him again unless you get yourself into more trouble, but then again, heâs not Spiderman, showing up at any signs of danger.Â
Today was merely a coincidence.
You wish youâd bought your phone.Â
The walk home was rough. Your face and jaw aches like hell, your legs were sore from being pushed onto the ground without a care. Your heart still hasnât slowed down, could feel it roaring in your ears with every beat.Â
You managed to sneak back inside your house without getting caught. Everyone was asleep, minus the family dog, rummaging through the kitchen trash. The security were asleep on their posts, and theyâd most definitely be fired if your dad caught them.
You flop back onto your bed with a long, exasperated sigh, staring up at the ceiling, reminiscing over todayâs events. You search your pockets quickly, frowning when the snack bar the guy bought you wasnât there. It probably fell on the floor.Â
Well thatâs a bummer.Â
You find your phone deep inside your drawers, unlock it, and start researching. Crime in Roppongi has gotten so high over the last couple months, mainly due to the fact those in power are money hungry, only caring for themselves, raising the prices for everybody that canât afford things. Your dad is a part of that group, and no wonder everybody hates his guts so much.Â
Everything gets paid for you, which is why you didnât see this as a big deal at first, thinking money was something that came easy to people. But the sheer rage on those guysâ faces made you realise some have it way harder than others, and greedy folks like your dad and his party are only out there caring for themselves.
Though it was a traumatic experience, you learnt a lot from it.Â
Itâs no wonder why gang activity in the area has been rising steadily. Stealing food and money to survive, dropping out of schools because they canât afford it anymore.
You fell asleep with your phone on. Your father enters your room in the morning, a little bit confused you had some dirt on your face. He taps you awake. You stir, but donât fully wake up yet, too tired and exhausted from yesterday's events.
âWhat is thatâŚâ he questions, shifting your body upright to see your face better.
The side of your face had signs of minimal bruising, obvious dirt on your face, staining your skin mud brown, your lip has a slight cut on the upper lip, and your eye was slightly bruised.
âOh my god, what happened to you?â Heâs shaking you awake by force this time, and your eyes shoot open, startled, springing up from your bed and wiping your eyes.
âWhat? Daddy, whyâre you here?â
â Your face .â He reaches out to cup your cheek. You blink at him, utterly confused, brain hazy and muddled from sleep. âWhat happened to you?â
A quick peek in the side mirror across your room reveals your damaged face.Â
So last night wasnât a dream? Maybe you shouldâve figured since it was clearly obvious that in real life you did not have sex with dream Rindou. It was so amazing, despite being a virgin, the sensations were completely up to the imagination. He was touching you down there with those big hands of his, fucking you with that cock of his.Â
You were in the midst of riding him before your stupid father decided to shake you awake, breaking your thoughts, bringing you back to reality.Â
Wiping the crust from your eyes, you glared at your dad. âJust leave me alone. I wanna go back to sleep.â
You shove his hand off your face, mood sour, sinking back between your sheets.Â
âWhy is there dirt and bruises on your face? Who did this to you?â
âIt was nobody! Okay? I just fell. Go. Away.â
Your dad sighs, rubbing a hand on your shoulder to attempt at soothing you. It only makes you groan, wanting to push him away further, preferably out of your room forever.Â
âI know youâre lying to me, but I can tell youâre upset about something. So Iâll talk to you later.â
âWhatever.â
By the time heâs gone, you try to head back to sleep, try to force your brain to return to that delicious dream you were having, but all fails. You canât even get back to sleep, yet alone dream that exact scenario again.Â
Later that night, after youâve fixed makeup on your bruises, you sneak out one more time, this time with a mission and a purpose. Phone and wallet in your back pocket, you came prepared.Â
It seems the name Rindou holds quite a name in the town, asking the people around led you to his current location, what seemed to be a nightclub. Youâve never been inside one before, having seen them all in the movies. It was almost exactly the same, yet more overwhelming, crowds and crowds of people dressed in suits, mini dresses, long dresses, short skirtsâyou were most certainly underdressed, now realising that now that you left the house in a simple black tank top, paired with a matching black zip up hoodie, and a fresh, clean pair of sweatpants.Â
You look like you were heading out to a sleepover, rather than a private nightclub, and you instantly regret your outfit choice.Â
Rindou, on his way down the steps, spots you looking around as if searching for someone, and he canât help but feel sorry for you. God, youâre so stupid, walking into a place you clearly donât belong. From your outfit, down to the way you were being pushed around by everybody in the thick crowd.Â
He sighs, making his way towards you, muttering excuse meâs to everybody heâs shoving past to reach you. His hand latches onto your elbow, making you yelp since your back was turned, and you turn around to punch the dude, only to soften when you see him.Â
âRindoââ Heâs yanking you through the crowd before you could even finish his name, and youâre trying to push him off you, screaming at him to let him go. âGet off me!â
Heâs ignoring you, dragging you out of the main room, into the hallway with all the bathrooms. âWhat the fuck are you doinâ here?â You open your mouth to speak when he cuts you off. âAnd donât say to party, because you and I both know thatâs bullshit.â
You swallow your words down, chin lowering towards your chest, avoiding eye contact.Â
How on earth are you supposed to explain that you were here on behalf of a dream you had the night before and want to re-enact it in real life without coming off as desperate ?
âIâI just wanted to see what a nightclub was likeâŚthatâs it.â
âWearing that?â
âOk. Rude.â You spot dried blood on the side of Rindouâs face, underneath his glasses. You take a step forward, he takes one back, confused when you keep walking forward, eyes trained on his face.
âWhat? What are you doing?â Heâs backed up against a wall when you reach out to touch his face, thumb wiping over the blood from his face. Itâs stained, so you frown, digging around your pocket for some tissues âWhy are you touching my face?â
âBecause thereâs blood on it. What happened? Did those boys from yesterday hurt you? Oh my god, I told you not to go after them! I said I would handle it and now youâre hurt because of meââ
âRelax? Jeez, this ainât because of you, or from them. Itâs somethinâ else.â
âWhat then?â
âDonât worry about it.â He grabs your hands away from his face, putting them back down at your sides. âNow, are you gonna tell me why someone like you is out here at a club like this at night?â
âIâitâs embarrassingâŚâ
âNow I gotta know. Câmon, tell me.â
You shake your head, crossing your arms over your chest, the action pressing your tits together, cleavage exposed from your shirt. Rindouâs eyes not-so-subtly drop downwards, eyeing the crevice between your breasts. You feel fuzzy when you notice it, hoping he finds you as attractive as you find him.Â
âIf I tell you, you canât laugh. At all, âkay?â
âSure, câmon what is it?â
âIâŚwant youâŚto have s-sex with me.â It felt like a weight has been lifted off your chest, body feeling ten times lighter once the words got out. The initial feeling of anxiety lingers at the bottom of your stomach as you wait for his response.
He says nothing, unblinking deep-set purple eyes stare at you, bewilderedly. His brain works 100mph to figure out how to respond to that. Heâs had sex before, a couple one-night stands in the past with different girls, had a girlfriend for a couple months who he had regular sex with until they broke up. Itâs not often he has girls asking him for sex, they normally initiate it themselves, pulling him in for a kiss, touching his shoulders, thighs, suggestively.Â
To have you in front of him like this, asking for itâŚheâs not sure how to respond to that. âYou what?â
âI want you to have sex with me. I had a, uh, dream last night about it and I couldnât stop thinking about it so I want you to have sex with me. Only if you want to, though I would appreciate it if you said yes.âÂ
You wriggle your hands beneath your shirt, fiddling clumsily with your fingers, watching the bewilderment play out on his face.Â
He even scratches his head, contemplating your answer.Â
âI mean, sure? Butââ
âReally?!â Your voice pitches higher with joy, then clears your throat to bring it back. âI mean, really?â
âYeah I guess.â He shrugs, stuffing his hands into his pockets, heading towards the back door of the club. âYou cominâ?â
âWhaâwhat, now? You mean now?!â You jog up to him, crossing the distance quickly! He opens the door, you follow behind him mindlessly as he makes his way to his car.Â
âYeah, ainât thatâŚwhat you wanted?â
âYeah! Sorry I was justââ
He grunts, rubbing an exhausted hand over his forehead. âStop talkinâ, câmon already.â
You snap your lips shut, nodding silently as you enter the front seat of his car. The entire ride to his place has you shifting nervously in your seat, seat belt digging uncomfortably tight against your chest.Â
The view outside is calming, the streetlights flashing against your face as you stare out the window makes you feel like youâre in a movie.Â
âAlright, get your ass on the bed.â Rindou nods at his bed, beginning to shed his shirt off. You blink at the sight of his bare chest, thick black ink covering the right side of his chest. Itâs distracting, but attractive, mouth salivating at the sight. When you do nothing but stand there, he cocks his eyebrow at you. âDid you hear me?â
âNoâI was justâŚwow.âÂ
He looks confused for a second, following your fixated gaze towards his chest. âOh, this?â
âYeahâŚitâsâso cool.â He snorts, moving towards his bed, dragging you down with him. âDid it hurt?â
âI donât feel pain.â Heâs half paying attention to your words, tugging you onto his lap, hands eagerly untying your sweatpants strings.
âOoh, edgyâhey! Calm downââ you yelp when he drags your hips forward fiercely, struggling to undo the knot.
âHow many times did you loop this shit? What the fuck.âÂ
âI dunnoâI just do it.â
He finally unties it, lifting your hips up to tug your pants down your legs.Â
Your hands hold onto his shoulders, fingers digging tight into his skin as his hands wander your body. It managed to feel better than the dream, which was expected, his warm, moist, calloused palms gripping onto your waist.
He kicks off his pants to the floor, setting you back down flat on his lap. Something feels hard between your legs, pressing into the flesh of your bare thighs and it takes you a minute to realise what it is.Â
âIsââ you gulp down your words, fighting reality. âIs it meant to be that hard?â
âMy dick? Uh, yeah. What, youâve never touched one before?â
You shake your head anxiously, stomach burning weakly, biting restlessly at your lips as his brows lift, stunned, and bowled over at the fact that heâs about to take your virginity.Â
âOh.â He looks down at your hips, white-hot fingers grazing delicately down the curve of your hips. âThatâsâwow. Are you sure you wanna do this?â
In contrast to before, you nod your head quickly, and with an indescribably hunger you grab onto his hands on your hips, boldly shifting them backwards to cup your ass.Â
âI want this, and I wonât regret it. Promise.â
âEven if this was the worst lay of your life?â He says it as a joke, lips curving into a playful smirk as he shamelessly gropes your behind.Â
âI wouldnât have anything to compare it to anyway.â You shift a little closer, hands creeping to hold behind his head, itching your fingers in the soft streaks of his hair.
His eloquent eyes drop down to your lips suggestively, soaking in the glossy sight of them. Your body is stiff as you stare at him, blinking rapidly at whatâs to come. He doesnât say anything, just looks back up at you, asking you with his eyes.Â
Your eyes slip shut mindlessly when he leans forward. His lips are soft, just like his hair, sensually moving them against yours. Heâs patient as you learn the ropes, sometimes moving your lips at the wrong time, catching them in an awkward position. He tilts his head to create a new angle, your body stiffens still when the angle makes the kiss deeper.
âRelax,â he pulls away to whisper the words along your lips, kissing down the curve of your jaw sultrily. âYouâre too stiff.â
His hands slide up the slope of your back in an attempt to soothe you, hugging your body tight to his. The feeling of his hands holding you is strangely affectionate, the feeling of your heart buzzing in your chest gives you the newfound confidence to lean forward again, capturing your lips together.
Itâs quicker this time, more generous and warm, lips sliding against each other, and he drinks up the sounds of your soft moans. Your hands move to grip onto the side of his face, replicating the image you had created in your dreams.Â
When he pulls away, he rests his forehead against yours, looking up at you with those eyes of his that never fail to drive you crazy.Â
âTake off your shirt.â
Itâs getting real now, you realise. His voice is seductively low, slightly breathy and you fidget backwards, spine straightening, hands sliding under your shirt to reach behind you, unhooking your bra.
You drag it down and under, unsure of what to do with it, choosing to hand it to him. The second it's in his hand, he tosses it away in favour of lifting your shirt up and over your head.
He reaches under your shirt , both hands cup your soft tit, palming, kneading it. He uses the side of his head to nudge you back into a kiss.Â
As if now muscle memory, you hold the sides of his face as he presses firm kisses against your lips, one hand pulling at your nipples, rolling, flicking his thumb against the sensitive beaked bud, other hand gripping the size of it in his big hands, occasionally squeezing at it when a soft noise escapes your lips whenever he does something with his tongue, licking into your mouth with fervour, biting at the swell of your lips.Â
Your thumbs brush against his cheek bones, tilting his head to the side as you scoot yourself closer on his lap, wanting him as close to you as possible.Â
âSo what made you agree to this, Rindou?â you ask questionably, and he breaks the kiss to look up at you.Â
âI mean, youâre hot, thatâs for one.â He lifts your shirt up, but doesnât take it off, putting his head under and starts to suck your nipple.Â
You wish you could see his face, only looking at a budge moving around through your shirt. The feeling of his wet tongue gliding across your nipple is extra sensitive, and you bite at your lip to control your moans.
âS-so you find me hot?â You feel warm and fuzzy inside when he nods his head through your shirt. âW-what else?â you ask through a shuddered breath, groaning, eyes slipping shut as your head lifts to the ceiling when his teeth tug at your nipple.Â
âI dunno,â he grasps both breasts in his hands, squeezing them together, groaning at the sight. âYou ask a lotta questions, though.â
â...sorry.â
âWhatâre you apologisinâ for? Itâs cool.â His tongue kitten licks at your nipple a couple times, and you shudder when he sucks it back into his mouth.Â
âIâm not sureâŚ.I always just apologise, I guess.â
He hums in acknowledgementâyou thinkâ raising your arms as heâs shrugging your shirt off your body, throwing it across the room. He picks you up from his lap, laying you flat against his bed, propping up his pillows as you snuggle into it.
âItâs comfy,â you say with an awkward smile, unsure what to say now.Â
Are you supposed to kiss him again? Didnât you do enough kissing already? Or was it too little? Do you hop right into the sex? Maybe you shouldâve watched some porn before this, gotten a little comfy with the setting before jumping straight into losing your virginity.Â
He laughs as if he could read your racing thoughts, and you look up at him through beaded eyes, but in reality, heâs laughing at your awkward smile. Itâs cute, clumsy, and innocent.Â
âYouâre so cute,â he says, leaning forward, propping his arms beside your head, taking in the sight of your face, blinking up at him daringly, lips pursed and parted.
He bends down to kiss you slowly, shifting to fit himself back between your spread legs as they lock around his waist, keeping him in place.Â
Before you could fully melt into the kiss, heâs pulling back, bracing himself on his knees before your legs, big palms spreading them out further.Â
You feel exposed, hands covering your face, wincing when he rubs the palm of his hand up and down your clothed pussy, fingers grazing your clit delicately through the fabric of your panties.Â
âOhâoh wait, that feels goodââÂ
Youâre bucking your hips up into the feeling, trying to feel it again. His finger brushes it again, and your lips fall open in a soft moan. âOh my god, waitââ
âIâve barely even touched you yet,â he chuckles, amused, and you swear you feel your thighs tense up when he drops down to the bed, face inches away from your pussy.Â
His hands grip onto your thighs as he stalks forward, tongue darting out to lick a long strip from the top of your pussy to the bottom, and up and down, up, down again and again through the fabric of your now soaked panties.Â
Shaky hands wind themselves in his hair, holding the strands in a makeshift ponytail as your back bows off the bed with each lick, every nimble stroke of his tongue.
âCan youâuh, waitââ You sit up on your elbows, looking down at him between your legs. âCan you remove the panties? Please?â
âYeah, hold-on.â He peels your soaked panties away, bound by your slick, and his saliva, that he eagerly laps up, eyes closed, groaning between your legs at the taste of you.Â
You canât bear to watch him eat you out, closing your eyes, head hitting the pillows as your hands reach for his hair again. Heâs mumbling something under his breath, burying his face deeper between your legs.
He doesnât let you catch a breath, tongue scribbling ruthless patterns against your drenched folds that have you squealing, tugging at his hair desperately.
Rindou normally doesnât do oral, rather have someone else go down on him, but just the thought of making you suck his dick makes him feel bad. Thereâs a hidden array of feelings concealed by his lust for you that makes him want to just pleasure you tonight, hence why heâs leaving his own comfort zone to make you feel good.
He canât seem to get enough, unsure if itâs meant to feel this good for him despite not being the one being touched.Maybe itâs the way you pull at his hair whenever he sucks with a certain amount of pressure on your clit. His fingers dig more profoundly into your thighs as his tongue flicks and sucks along your clit, up and down, repeating that same motion over and over and over, drinking up your slick in a way that drives you crazy, tugging almost painfully at his hair that it's pleasurable.
Your hips start jolting away from him, trying to run from the feeling of his tongue spreading your puffy lips, tearing you apart piece by piece, lick by lick, stroke by stroke. Itâs too much. Too much for you to handle in one sitting, muscles tightening as it chases your climax, goosebumps rising to the surface of your sweaty skin.
âRindouâah! F-fuck! Iâmââ Your bite your lip so hard it aches, adding to the throbbing pleasure as you cum, hips jerking against his face to spread your juices along his chin as he groans at the feeling, strong hands holding you in place as his tongue continues slurping at your pussy.
You forcefully try to rip him off you, body unable to take the pleasure, your mind hazy, like youâre floating in another dimension. It feels like you arenât in control anymore, unable to moan loudly as you squirt on his face, whimpering as your shaky legs begin to slow down.Â
Rindou pulls away, bottom half of his face now soaked as he lifts himself up from the bed, wiping at it with his forearm. When you open your eyes, the corner of your mouth turns downwards when you see the sight of his bedsheets, soaked in your mess.Â
You donât mean to feel embarrassed, after all, he was the one that drove you to that point, but your shoulders hunch together and you pout regardless. âIâm sorryââ
âSorry for what? That was so hot.â
âReally?â
He nods his head, gently pushing you back down to the bed.Â
âYeah, it was,â he breathes as shuffles forward, spreading your legs more to get another good view of your pussy. âYou look so goodââ he dubiously strokes his finger against your slit, dipping it inside, loving the way your back arches upwards. Your reactions are so cute. ââso wet, youâre so hot, fuckââ
âRindouââ Youâve never been filled, never had anything up there before, so the feeling was new territory, and uncomfortable but as he picks up the speed, your cunt drips more, soaking his long finger, giving it the momentum it needs to continue fucking in and out, in and out.Â
âHowâs that feel?â He presses a finger upwards, brushing your g-spot, and itâs like something inside you switched, a sudden heat prickling inside you has your body jolting forwards with a loud moan that has him biting his lips, pinpointing that spot with his finger effortlessly.
Your body canât handle another orgasm, and at this rate youâll be cumming in no time. Your body tries to pull away from him, thigh muscles contracting, toes curling, as his finger fucks you deeper.
His eyes are focused on your body; the pain-laced pleasurable look on your face is his motivation to keep going, slipping in a second finger to watch you go crazy, moans rising in volume, hips jerking from his touch.
âYou close?â He asks despite knowing the answer, wetting his lips as heâs watching you attentively, revelling in the way your walls clamp around the girth of both fingers, sucking him in each time he dares to pull out.
âIâI think, yeahâahââ Your moans sound gargled at this point with how hard your shoving your head into the pillow to silence them.Â
To hear how noisy youâre being is embarrassing; sinking into the pillow is half to conceal your blaring screams, half to sink into the softness in shame. Despite the burning heat in your face, the unwavering, direct gaze on Rindouâs face as his thumb rubs speedy circles on your clit is enough to push you over the edge, tip you towards your climax for a second time, body convulsing and twitching as a second round of fluids leave your body.
Itâs less than last time, having squirted it all out before like a leakage, but itâs powerful enough for your eyes to roll, lips parting in another silent scream as your legs try to desperately push him away.
His fingers still inside you as his eyes survey the damage done to your body and his sheets.Â
Itâs equally messy on both ends, your chest inflating and deflating with every heavy pant, the area on your thighs closest to your pussy now soaked with a mixture of his saliva and your slick. His sheets are ruffled, practically pulled away from their neat placing, wet patches splattered the clean shirts dirty.Â
When you finally catch your breath, you canât even find your voice, scared to talk incase of another voice crack, so you stay silent, brows furrowing at the dull ache in your thighs that grow progressively hotter when you try to sit up.
âYou good?âÂ
You peek an eye open to stare at Rindou. From his POV, youâre unsure what you might look like: drained, bushed, spentâŚthe list goes on, you think. âIâm fine.â
Your legs are limp, like the small energy you had left in them fizzed away after your second orgasm. Itâs not until you hear him unbuckling your pants, you remember youâre not done yet.
 Thereâs still one more little thing leftâŚohâoh, itâs not little at all.Â
Youâre speechless when he pulls his cock out from his briefs, shrugging them down his legs, onto the floor. He holds it like itâs nothing, like your mind isnât shaken up, like youâre not goggle-eyed.Â
Your blinking dumbly, half scared, half still processing stuff out when his hand wraps around the base of it, slowly stroking himself up and down, twisting his wrist when he reaches the tip.Â
Heâs telling you something, but you canât hear him, not with the way blood is racing towards your ears, blurring out the sound of anything and everything.Â
âHey,â he jostles your leg to catch your attention, and itâs like your ears pop, free of static. âI asked you to reach in the dresser. Pass me a condom.â
âOhâoh, yeah okay.â You gulp down your anxieties, reaching over to his dresser.Â
You grab a condom packet and toss it to him. He catches it effortlessly, putting the edge of it into his mouth, holding it with his teeth as he spreads your legs for the third time today, fitting himself between them.Â
Itâs hard fighting the urge not to fidget beneath him, tell him youâre not ready and storm out the house, limp over back to your house with your half working legs. But youâre not a bitchâyou say weakly in your mind, completely lacking the confidence to say that aloud.Â
He rips the condom packet open, and for a second youâre puzzled with how that tiny thing could possibly fit around the length of his cock. Itâs long, but not huge, not thick either, on the thinner side with a slight curve to it. That curve is already making your insides scream, wondering if youâll be able to feel that inside you.
Is that a good or bad thing? To feel it in you? Will it add to the pleasure, or just make you bleed?
Your questions go unanswered as you watch with pure focus as he rolls it down his cock, like a veil, and it fits perfectly.
âAlright, Iâma push in now,â he says, leaning forward, strong arms braced at your sides. âIf it hurts, squeeze me, âkay?âÂ
You nod dumbly, blinking up at him as he rolls his hips against yours, the tip of his cock running over your weeping hole, all wet and ready for him to slip inside.Â
You can feel your walls stretch open when he shifts forward, engulfing the tip inside your pussy inch by inch.Â
âOhââ you choke out, not liking the way the stretch feels.This is far worse than the feeling of his fingers, his tip being three times the size of that.Â
It feels like forever with the pace heâs going at, ever so slowly pushing himself inside. When heâs around halfway, thatâs when the stretch turns into a burn, a heavy, unsettling prickling sensation around your abdomen that has your nerves igniting in a state of panic.
Your fingers fly to his shoulders, digging them almost painfully into his muscles, letting out a shattered breath when Rindou keeps pushing.Â
âI know, I knowâitâll feel good in a bit,â his lips brush against your temple soothingly, giving your forehead a gentle kiss, fighting the urge to groan at the pain stinging in his shoulders.Â
When his hips are close to yours, the final inch of his cock left to be pushed inside, your hands fly around his neck, almost cutting off his blood circulation with how hard youâre holding him.Â
You both let out a satisfied sigh when his hips are pressed flush against yours, his sigh mainly due to pleasure, the heat of your warm cunt is enough to make him spiral; your sigh mainly due to thanking the heavens you didnât get ripped in two pieces. Thereâs an agonising ache gnawing in your legs the longer his cock stays nestled inside your pussy.Â
With what limited space he has, he pulls out slowly, till the tip is left, and you feel so empty for a short moment, before heâs slowly pushing back in, getting your body used to the ministrations.Â
He repeats this over , and over, until your hold on his shoulders loosen, until your moans are reduced to whimpers, then he picks up the pace just a little, slamming back inside you enough to hit deeper and your back arches off the bed. Your hands get stripped away from his shoulders, bunched up at the wrists, and pinned above your head as he fucks into you raggedly, rolling his hips in a way that hits deeper than your g-spot.Â
âRindâRindouâI wanna t-touch youâstopââ you beg breathlessly, wriggling your wrists from underneath his grasp. âPlease.â
The attempt is useless, his grip as strong as his brutal thrusts. Youâre sure your body wonât recover after today, youâll be bedridden for days, weeks even.Â
He shuts you up with a long kiss, your sweaty chest pressed flush against his own.Â
He holds your chin up with his spare hand, tongue flicking into your open mouth, tangling with yours. Your hands curl in on themselves, desperately trying to touch any part of him, hold his hand before he pulls away, breathing heavily as his spare hand moves between your legs, spreading you out further, pushing himself deeper. The new angle is relentless, finally feeling the curve of his dick hit your g-spot repeatedly. You see stars behind closed eyes, fingers scratching desperately at his wrists to let you go.Â
His hips begin to stutter, his pace falling off when your walls spasm and contract around his cock. The condom does nothing to stop the tight squeeze of your pussy holding him in place.
He groans by your ear, the audible and deep noise sets your nerves ablaze, unintentionally clenching around him, ripping another groan from his lips.
Letting go of your hands, he sits up on his knees, both hands gripping the fat of your thighs unceremoniously, digging his nails into the flesh. The pain added to the pleasure going on between your legs, body happily welcoming the sting of his nails.Â
âH-holy shitââ he grits out, eyes trained on the sight of his cock pushing in and out of your overstimulated pussy.Â
âWâwhat?â You dare to lift yourself onto your shaky elbows, barely able to keep yourself upright.Â
Thereâs a ring of white cum being shoved into your pussy, and back out again with each thrust, covering the see-through condom cloudy.Â
âWhat iâisâahâthat? Is that bad?âÂ
It looks badâŚis that supposed to happen? Why is it that texture? Did you get an infection? All these thoughts race through your mind at rapid speed.Â
âNo, itâs not bad. It jusâjust means youâfuckââ He can barely get a sentence out, not with the way your pussy spasms around his cock, the way your pussy squelches audibly each time his hungry cock ruts into you. âT-touch your tits, make yourself feel good.â
âOkay.â You reach down, grasping your tits in both hands, squeezing them the way he did before. It doesnât feel good, you think, unsure if youâre doing it right.
âYour nipples,â he laughs at your confused face, âtouch âem.â
Your fingers play with your nipples, rolling them between your fingers as his hands slide upwards to your hips. You yelp when he lifts your lower body up from the bed, angling your body in a way that makes his cock hit your spot easier. The sensation from your nipples, paired with the shockwaves of his hips slapping against your ass, blur your vision completely, hitting your peak. Your gut tightens, body dissolving into a feverish pleasure, nipples tender with each rapid flick of your fingers. You think you black out, moaning in a silent scream as you come undone on his cock, crying out his name when his hips stutter, gritting out fuck as a warning heâs about to cum.Â
You feel empty when he pulls out quickly, tugging the condom off and jerks himself off, shuffling up the bed to kneel beside your body, tugging his cock till cum splatters on your bare chest. It feels warm on your skin, your hands quickly reaching out to scoop it up on your fingers, experimentally tasting it.Â
It tastes salty, earthy, on your tongue, and he watches as you scoop it up a second time, sucking it from your fingertips.
âFuck, stop doinâ that, drivinâ me crazy.â He shudders, cock twitching when you look up at him, smirking deviously as you lick up another scoop, making a show of your tongue wrapping around your fingertips.
Heâs reaching over into his dresser, grabbing some wipes to help you clean up.
âIt didnât taste like how I expected it to,â you say, laying flat on your back as he drags the cold wipes along your chest.Â
âThat a good or bad thing?â
You shrug, eyes following him as he lays down next to you. âCan I be honest with you?â
âYeah.â
âI donât think I can walk right now.â You curl up next to his body, seeking his warmth as he grabs the covers, pulling them over your body. âDonât laugh at me!â
ââM not laughinâ,â he lies straight through his teeth, a throaty silly chuckle leaving his lips as you dig your fingers in his chest, trying to push him away, fake pouting as a light laugh pours from your throat as-well.
âYou literally are! Stopââ He catches your hand when you try to swat at him, placing it back down by your side.Â
âThanks for the ego-boost,â he smirks down at you, wiping the sweat from your forehead away.Â
You shift closer, hand brushing his hair away from his face, gently taking his glasses off, tucking them neatly on the side. You sit up on your elbow, bending down to kiss him. His heart rate skips a beat when your lips, soft, warm, brush his own. His hands slide down to your hips, holding you in place when your tongue traces the edge of his own. You moan when he sucks the length of your tongue sensually, soft whimpers leaving your lips when he sits up, switching the position, laying you flat on the bed as he fits himself between your legs. Your hands skim across his hair, digging them into his scalp as he bites at your lip, swirling your tongue around his.Â
Itâs quite possibly the most intimate kiss heâs ever had, drinking up every inch of you, rolling his hips against yours when your legs wrap around his waist.Â
He knows he needs to stopâyou know you need to stop too, but the way your heart flutters when he groans into your mouth has you kissing him harder, grabbing his hand to squeeze at your breasts.Â
You pull away first, wiping the saliva from your mouth. âIâI think I should go home now.â
âCan you walk home?â He asks genuinely, but thereâs a hint of a playful smirk on his face that has you punching his chest softly. âStay the night, Iâll walk you home in the morning.â
âBut my dadââ
âWho cares? Whatâs he gonna do?â He dips his head down to your neck, and you pull him closer as he sucks bruises onto your skin.
âHeâs strict and protective. Heâll notice Iâm goneââ
âHeâll notice you canât walk straight either. Thereâs no difference.â When you still look unconvinced, he pleads, hand sliding down to cup your ass, relishing in the way you gasp out. âCâmon, stay please?â
You bite your lip as you think. He has a point; your legs are so sore right now you doubt you could even stand on two feet to head to the door, yet walk through your house without your dad noticing something is up. Heâs already suspicious about the bruises on your face that you still need to think of a better explanation for, this will just make him confirm whatever suspicions heâs thought of.
âOk. Iâll stay.â
Time passes quickly, steady. Months of you sneaking out successfully to meet Rindou at his house, months of you losing yourself in his sheets, tugging his hair as he spreads you open with his fingers, eating you out till your legs shake and cum on his face each time, kissing you like he loves you, riding him like a woman starved, sucking the salty thick cum from his cock, smiling deviously up at him as you swallow it.
Months and months of you learning everything about RindĹu, meeting his family, his friends, creating some sort of social life for yourself.Â
âSo when can I meet your dad?â Rindou asks, catching the ball heâs been throwing repeatedly at the ceiling.Â
âNever. Heâd hate your guts, Rin.â
âSo? The feelings are mutual, then.âÂ
You look at him, unimpressed, rolling on the flat of your stomach on his bed. âIâm serious. Heâs gonna be weird about it, hate on you, your background, your family, your tattoosââÂ
âOi,â he nudges you gently with his feet. âWhatâs wrong with my tattoos?â
âNothing!â You sit up, crawling towards him on the bed, lifting the hem of his shirt up, revealing the slightest glimpse of the thick black ink you love so much. âLove it so much, Rin.âÂ
âYeah?â His lips twitch up to a grin, resting a hand behind his head, âshow me.â
You peek at him through your lashes, fluttering them chastely, grinning cunningly, leaning down to kiss down his chest.Â
His muscles contract and flex with each light kiss, rucking his shirt upwards as you make your way further up his chest.
You kiss up to his lips, shuffling yourself on his lap, sucking sweetly along the swell of his lips.Â
You pull away with a sigh, sitting back on your knees.Â
âBut on a real noteââ you cover his mouth with your palm when he tries to kiss you back, ignoring his ticked-off brow. ââyou cannot meet him. At least not yet.â
He says something muffled beneath your hand. You remove it, and he repeats himself. âYouâre scared Iâll say somethinâ outta pocket, ainât you?âÂ
He grins at your eye-roll, wiping some hair from your face as he takes a moment to admire you. You barely notice the love-struck look on his face, too busy ranting about how your dad absolutely cannot find out about your secret relationship.
âI know youâll say something out of pocket, Rindou. But itâs too early nowâŚand heâll probably ground me for life for sneaking out all the time to see you and I canât risk not seeing you anymore. Itâs not worth it,â you take his hand, squeeze it gently, reassuringly. âYou understand that, right?â
He cradles your body in his lap, like youâre the best thing thatâs ever happened to him. In truth, you are, heâs never been happier since heâs met you. His brother noticed, his mother noticed, his friends noticed. Even he finds himself thinking about you more than he should; you creep into his dreams at night with that voice of yours, whispering sweet nothings into his ear, creeping your way into his head whenever he zones out.
âYeahâyeah, I get it.â He pulls you in for a tight, warm hug, nestling your head in the crook of his neck. âIâll wait however long you need me to.â
#âtr </3#rindou smut#haitani rindou x reader#rindou x reader#rindou haitani x reader#tokrev x reader#tokrev#tokyorev x reader#rindou haitani smut
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ALNST | MIZISUA đ§
Itâs so amazing that every little detail makes a difference
Their voices are so gentle here, and the way Mizi cradles Suaâs face is so touching - itâs almost like sheâs desperately trying to save her and stop the bleeding, just to spend more time with her, even on the brink of death. Pleading for Sua to stay alive as she dies right before her eyes.
While Suaâs voice is calm, Miziâs is desperate in a way, as if sheâs trying to hold the tears in but failing. Although both of them sing with raw emotions, Miziâs emphasize this idea: her tone of voice is so much higher than Suaâs.
- Sua maintains a constant tone of voice and it almost blends in with the soundtrack to show sheâs dying.
- Mizi has a variation during the whole video, going from a higher to a lower pitch, illustrating her rollercoaster of emotions
Also, the phrase âSick of these nights to come/To be engulfed in silenceâ is so fitting for them, as Mizi constantly has nightmares or is tormented by her memories with Sua, spending her nights crying alone.
And the way Sua just looks at her with a calm expression, holding onto her too but with a tired gaze like she already accepted her fate đ too much for my heart
However, while Miziâs hand is firm in place and not letting go, Suaâs looks like itâs falling down, as if sheâs trying to cling on to life, or just trying to memorize her face before she takes her final breath.
Oh, and if you think about Miziâs emotions upon seeing Sua slowly dying and her inability to do anything to change the course of fate.. help
The way they look at each other is so beautiful, you can see in both of them that their eyes are filled with love and admiration for the other.
In the original version of Cure, the video approached an idea of an unrequited love or even the desire to be recognized by the other, hence the need for a higher tone of voice. In MiziSuaâs, thereâs no need for that as their feelings are reciprocated: the volume is lower, and they are trapped in their own bubble, their own little world away from others. Only their love exists at the moment, and thatâs simply beautiful.
Also, if you think about their performance in âMy Clematisâ, of singing together in a genuine way with no attempts of outdoing the other, Mizi is probably devastated to see she was achieved victory while Sua paid the price. You can see her horrified gaze and sense how guilty, desperate and even confused she feels.
Sua definitely knew something; she knew what would happen to those who got the lower score, evidenced by the tricks of sweat dripping down and her exhaustion. The way she looks at her moments before her death shows the admiration she holds for Mizi, but it can even demonstrate her wish to save her, thankful it was herself and not Mizi.
Mizi had a mindset of just singing with her companion, so she probably didnât even know what should happen, hence the way she felt even more shocked at Suaâs sudden death.
I love how those simple things can tell us so much about them. Especially the sentence âWith our story/Lost in foreverâs embraceâ, symbolizing how they are two people who had to say goodbye.
(Got too excited and made a bit of an analysis đ)
#alsnt#mizisua#alnst sua#alnst mizi#alien stage#alien stage sua#alien stage mizi#Yumiâs analysis#I love this cover so much <3
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btw all the clowning on harrie for the 15k/month on patreon thing reminds me of when ravasheen was making 10-13k+ a month on there (not including TSR, affiliate deals etc) and then did a gofundme for 7k for her dog's surgery plus undisclosed paypal donations that were never closed even after the dog recovered... they been making this level of money for years on end yall, ain't nothing new đ
Edit: the surgery cost was actually like 4k and the rest was for additional recovery costs, and she paid just $1500 of it herself. After raising patreon prices in an attempt to raise her yearly wage from ~60k to ~120k to match what she was previously making as an engineer.
#ceci speaks#nonsims#the patreon issue#negative#sorry i just remembered when i saw someone elses post about the 15k and#maaaan ppl got pissed about me posting the graphtreon receipts lol#aaaa memories#rvsn
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