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In honor of mother's day, how do Alex, Delilah, and Clarke celebrate Mother's Day with Lexa? Does Clarke have anything special planned for her favorite milf when the kids aren't around?
There will actually be, somewhere, a mother's day chapter!
The first Mother's Day with Clarke in the picture, they aren't living together yet. Non the less, she has a nice dinner planned for Lexa and the kids at a fancier restaurant that Lexa always wanted to go but never really had the disposable money to go to, much less with the kids.
The day starts with Alex knocking on Clarke's door. He has Lexa's favorite mug in hand and is there to ask Clarke if he can use her coffee machine to make Lexa's caramel latte, something she rarely indulges on as her morning coffee is usually instant. Clarke has actually gone down to the bakery already to get some croissants for Lexa and the kids so she gives them to Alex to bring too which makes him so happy because he and Delilah were just going to trg their luck with pancakes they hoped they wouldn't burn. He very excitedly tells Clarke about the flowers he bought for his mom and how Delilah had spent an entire day working on making a bracelet with some nice beads aunt Anya secretly took her to get. He really wants to give his mom a good mother's day and Clarke loves hearing how excited he is because Lexa deserves to have her kids spoil her a little like this.
Lexa is woken up by Delilah climbing in bed with her and wishing her a happy mother's day, shyly because she might have gone to bed a little mad at her for some thing that really doesn't matter. Lexa doesnt care, she throws her arm around her little girl and thanks her with a kiss on her head. Alex shows up not long after with a tray with the coffee and the pasteries and the flowers hanging underneath his arm as he tries to walk carefully but still manages to spill a little bit of the coffee. Its too sweet for Lexa and what she assumed is a heart was actually supposed to be bear but its such a sweet gesture that she drinks it all.
The day is uneventful, they get dressed and go for a walk, not before knocking on Clarke's door to thank her for the pasteries and for Clarke to wish Lexa a happy mother's day and making sure they are still on for tonight. Lexa also shows off the bracelet Lilah made for her, with all the pride only a mother can. There is an awkward call to Jenny for the kids to wish her a happy mother's day too, one that leaves Delilah teary eyed because they wont get to see her until next month so she wont get to give her her present until then while Alex just nods and listens to his mom tell him she has a super fun day planned for them, knowing damn well all Jenny will do is be on her phone as she spends time with them. Lexa tells the kids to wish Jenny a happy mother's day for her. Jenny doesnt wish it back despite Lexa being the reason she is a mom. Lexa has long since stopped taking it personally.
Dinner is amazing. The kids behave their best and Lexa has never felt this fancy going on. Clarke gives her a massive bouquet of flowers that makes her tear up and a beautiful necklace with the kids initials on it. Other than her very first mother's day, her ex never once made an effort to give Lexa anything for the day, despite Lexa doing something for her.
Later on at the restaurant is Clarke's time to tear up when Delilah and Alex give her a little card, wishing their bonus mom a happy first mother's day too. God she loves these kids so much and Lexa and the little family she has become part of :')))))
Clarke does prepare a little romantic night. Its a very sweet and soft one, after the kids are in bed and asleep she brings Lexa across the hall to her apartment so they can have some alone time. They make love and Clarke reminds Lexa of how amazing she is, how she loves every curve and every corner of her body that carried those two amazing kids. Before they tune in for the night tho, Clarke disappears in the kitchen, telling her she has a last gift for her. When she comes back with a flat box and throws it in bed Lexa eyes it suspiciously.
When she opens it she burns out laughing at the cheesiest shirt with the most wine mom lettering on it saying "this is what a milf looks like". Its so stupid and Lexa wears it any chance she gets to sleep.
Once again the kids fucking hate it here đ€Ł
#letter opened#heda-in-the-clouds#au: milf!lexa#mothers day as always been a touchy day with Lexa#she used to try and get the kids to do stuff for Jenny#but Jenny never did the same back#and on the mother's day Jenny had the kids Lexa woulsnt even get a phone call from them because they were young#and jenny just wouldn't put them on the phone#sometimes shed spend that day with her own mom when her parents werent off on some cruise or traveling#its nice for her to be cherished like that :)#she does so much as a single mom basically and alex and lilah are now getting old enough to understand just how much she did and does
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Company (jjk)
Pairing: brothers bsf!jk x fm!reader
Sypnosis: Your longtime crush who happens to be your older brothers best friends walks into you humping your pillow to the thought of him
Warnings: 18+ smut, unprotected sex, dry/pillow humping, nudity, reader has an IUD, etcâŠ
Note: hey yawl itâs been a while⊠if anything sounds off jus so yk itâs not proofread :)
Youâve always carried a long crush for your older brothers bestfriend Jeon Jungkook.
Your ages being separate by 2 years, youâve always remembered the chicks your older brother Taehyung would sneak into his room after a night out meanwhile your parents slept peacefully in their room.
As of now, this carried onto his current college days. Attending frat parties along with his best friend since childhood, Jungkook.
Your heart ached to be seen as nothing but Taehyungs younger sister to jungkook and others known to him. Especially when after those late night outs youâd come to find a chick wrapped around Jungkookâs meaty arms. You wanted jungkook to see you as a woman who harbored deep feeling for him.
And so, your decided to attend the same college as your brother. It not being that far off your home moving onto campus was not required. Unlike jungkook whose family had moved farther off from town your parents gladly took him in. Knowing him since he was a little boy they allowed him to crash in taehyungs spacious room.
This only made your crush on him worse, you were too shy to even start a conversation with him. Despite your shyness he always acknowledged your presence, never making you feel left out or ignored. Your interactions with him were limited, and every convo was initiated by him with little teases and silly remarks. Heâs such a kind guy, no wonder your lingering crush only heightened with him staying in your home.
Classes were over for you and generally Taehyung was always the one to drive you home considering he had a car. A sudden message from him vibrates your phone you carry in your palm.
3:52 pm taetae: not on campus so I asked jk to give you a ride home today
great.
pulling into the campus parking in his car was jungkook, âhey, tae asked me to drive you back home for today heâs out so heâll be back tomorrowâ he said with his silver pierced charming grin
âhi, thanks for driving me back homeâ you said with your typical shy demeanor as you made way into the passenger seat of his car
âdonât worry about it, sweetsâ
oh.
That was the nickname heâd given you many many years ago cause of the constant snacking of sweets and candys. He payed notice to that then coining you the nickname âsweetsâ
You turned your head faced to the direction of the window to hide the rosy cheeks he gave you from pet name
Too shy to keep the conversation going jungkook spoke, bringing up school and asking about your classes. All came to an end once he pulled into the driveway of your home.
âYour brother wonât be back today, heâs spending the night with jennie todayâ, jungkook said while opening the refrigerator to get a class of water.
dammit.
You thought to yourself. Youâre parents are out at work and donât arrive til 9pm. So that means itâs just you and Jungkook for the meanwhile. What a mess, you figured you were gonna stay locked in your room for the remaining time until your parents got home.
âWell, Iâm just gonna work on my assignments due tomarrowâŠâ
âAlright, Iâm off to the gym. In case anything happens feel free to call me, okay?â, the tattooed man said.
The muscular man did go to the gym everyday though. Usually around 4:30pm for about at least 2 hours.
âOkayâ last thing said between you two before grabbing his gym bag and making his way out the door.
âHey Jungkook?â
âYea?â
âThanks for looking out for meâ, this time you held onto the eye contact made between both irises. Making sure to illuminate your gratitude to him.
He offered you a grin from his silver pierced lips, âno problem, sweetsâ
You could not get Jungkook out of your head. It was impossible to focus on your assignments without thinking about the tall raven hair tattooed man with the bunny smile. He lingered your mind, causing stress.
Closing your MacBook and tossing it aside you decided to relieve this aching stress that invaded your mind but also the lingering ache between your legs.
You rid yourself of your clothing only remaining in your cropped tank and underwear.
Positioning your pillow between your legs in which your body hovered over you made onto your pillow searing yourself upon it.
Arching your back and you rocked your hips back and forth onto the wrinkled textured fabric of the pillow. The lacy panties you were currently wearing added to the ecstasy. Following the flow of movement adding friction and pressure to your needy clit.
âmhhpp, fuckâ gasping out while you retracted your head back then forward.
The layered front strands of your mid length hair covered your face due the continuous movement of your head. Tucking them back behind your ear once again.
âj-jungkook! sâgood, feels so goodâŠâ you desperate whined as you chased your high.
Gripping onto the pillow leaving your knuckles white due to the pressure of squeezing while leaning forward.
Your pillowy nipples lacked attention, your fingers latched onto the buds from the outside of your tank. You werenât wearing a bra so the thin shirt was the only separation between your calloused fingers and hardened buds.
Getting rid of your shirt and panties you were bare entirely. Your only audience being the plushies corner of your bed watching the show you gave them.
Is what you thought, too oblivious and deep into your own world to have heard the sound of the car pulling up into the drive way, to have heard the sound of the front door opening and footsteps. To have noticed the presence of the same man whose name you constantly let slip past your moaning lips watching you reach your high on your pillow at the thought of him.
He watched your ass jiggle at the rapid movement of your hips, along with the movement of your breasts The way your face contorted into an expression of pleasure with your teeth biting onto the plump of your lips. The sight in front of him had his length twitching in the gray sweats he changed into before leaving the gym.
âgâna cum, please let me cumâŠfuck jungkook need it so bad!â you desperately expressed.
At the final rock of your hips you released, a shivering orgasm causing you to rip a pitched whine.
The movement of your hips lessened as you rode out your orgasm. Tired and worn out after that workout your head began to wander off.
Until.
âQuite the performance you showed off thereâ your heart dropped
There he was. The same man that youâd been rubbing your pussy against your pillow at the thought of watched you get off.
âJungkook!â you wanted the ground to swallow you whole at this very moment.
Quickly grabbing into your discarded clothing at an attempt to cover your bare body. Unaware of what to say in explanation to the presence in front of you.
âI-IâŠâ
No words could come out or your mouth as you watched Jungkook walk towards you with a darkened expression.
Removing the piece of clothing from your grip at attempt of concealing yourself. His eyes remained at your bare figure. Tempted at the sight of your hardened nipples, goosebumps covered your skin.
âFucking hell, look at you. Getting off to the thought of me? Youâre so damn cuteâŠâ
The eye contact made you aware of the glint in his eyes, a message he was trying to convey.
âJungkook?â you quietly questioned
âYou gonna let me do what I want with you, hm? Is that what you want?â
Your eyes remaining in contact with his glistening ones, you nod your head in response.
That was all it took from jungkook to commect your lips with his. Hungrily capturing your mouth, sloppily stuffing his tongue down your throat causing him to groan and you to whimper at his roughness.
âOpen your legs, baby. Show me how wet your pussy isâ, you obeyed and showed him your glistening folds lathered in your cum.
Taking his tattooed hand and gathering the substance on his fingers he brought them to his mouth. The taste of your discharge coated his tongue as he cleaned it from his fingers.
âFuck, youâre as sweet as your nickname. You sure live up to itâ, he said as he continue to lick clean his slick coated fingers.
Your fingers inched towards the hem of his sweats, encircling the strands of the waistline.
âWhat is it you want, sweets?
âYou.â
âTake me out, babyâ fuck, that practically confirmed to you he was hiding a big package under there.
Lowering his sweats his hardened cock sprung free from the confided layer of fabric.
Taking his length in your palm toward your warm mouth to lubricate it with your saliva. Jerking him off in a up and down motion earning you grunts and groans from him.
âJust like that, fuckâŠkeep doing that n Iâll cumâ he gritted out.
Pushing you onto the soft surface of the bed you watched as he removed his clothing. You admired his muscular physique, the gym really did pay off.
âAre you really sure about this?â
âYes, Iâm sureâ confirming.
âCondom?â
âItâs okay Iâm on an IUD, Iâll take an after pill tomorrowâ, reassuring him
He hovered over your body, hiding in the crevice of your neck to leave a few pecks while aligning his length to your heat.
Your chest heaved deeply as you exhaled, the slight burn of his size rubbing toward your tight walls ignited pleasure.
âmhpm! j-jungkook..â wrapped arms on his back as he thrusted in you, increasing the pace as you let out more moans and whimpers.
âI know, babyâŠyaâ feel so good, so warm nâ tightâ, he cooed.
At sudden movement his arms then wrapped around your thighs hoisting you up while the relentless abuse to your cunt never stopped.
âAhh! f-fuck! Jungkook!â, Now in the standing missionary position, he was in deeper than youâve ever experienced. The motion of his hips thrusting at an unforgivable pace, all that was heard was the sound of his balls smacking against your sopping pussy filling the entire room.
âshit, mâ gonna cumâ
âm-me too..â your climax right on the edge.
With that both of you reached your highs, his thrusts began slowing down to ride out the climax. Both the mixture of your cum riding from his abdomen down his leg.
Laying you down on the soft surface of your bed with his cock still soft in you. Enjoying each otherâs company as you laid in his embrace.
âJungkook, are you gonna tell?â you innocently say with genuine concern written on your face.
âNow why would I do that? Iâve been waiting for this moment for quite a long while now. Why? Do you not want this?â
âNo, I do! But when you say youâve been waiting for this moment for quite a while now, what outcome do you expect to come from this? Taehyung will find out sooner or later and itâll get messy.â your questioned further anticipated his response.
He let out a sigh, âyou see sweets, Iâve envisioned this moment to occur, Iâve gotten off at the thought of you just like you showed off earlier. I want you just as badâŠ.â he admits.
âI donât see you as just my best friends younger sister, I see you as much moreâ
âJungkook?â fuck, heâs worried. What if the feelings are mutual as what he initially believed they were? What if we only meant it to be a quick fuck?
âHm?â Oh well.
âI see you as much more tooâ, you donât know where this sudden burst of confidence came out but this weight youâve been carrying has been lifted after your confession, you feel more at ease.
Both your gazes locked in with one another. Both leaning into each other as your mouths then mounded into one.
The kiss was deep and passionate, although you both have confessed your mutual feelings for each other, thereâs something different about it. Feeling more as acceptance and comfort.
âThe things you do to me y/n, you donât get itâ.
âYouâre mine, all mineâ
Pt 2?
#jungkook smut#bts smut#jungkook x female reader#jungkook x reader#bts imagine#jungkook fanfic#bts imagines#bts jungkook#jungkook#slut4jeon
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Pushing Boundaries
Male Reader x Jennie
Tags: 23k, cheating, anal, creampie, oral, tw
The story is not ours; we simply alter the original story to our preferred settings.
Driving an Idol, Jennie Kim in this case, should have been a great job; after all you got to spend time with her in close company every day, to check her out and take in her gorgeous figure with every sly and secret glance at her. It was simply a perk of the job, what was at times a very long and tedious job despite the company you kept.
On this particular job things had been generally running smoothly though you were out in the middle of nowhere so the drives were long and the place to stay was nothing special. It was a nicer motel than the average schmuck might get sure but it still wasnât the same as a nice hotel in a city, not that you often got a chance to stay there. Being âjust a driverâ meant you was often given basic budget digs and simply had to drop off your charge at a posh hotel, but that was part of the gig. Right now however you are in a simple motel and so were the star of the stage, meaning all you had to do was drive one place to another and nobody got anything better than anyone else.
Things had been good but were starting to unravel; the production was getting behind schedule, reshoots were constant now it seemed and you had to wait until much later than normal to complete your duties. Everything seemed to be going wrong and today was no exception as Jennie, expecting to finish her shooting and head back to the motel and a much desired shower, had been dressed down by the ever-more-angry director and ordered to reshoot several scenes because her work had been âutter shit and lazy, diva bullshitâ to quote him directly. Jennie had got into a huge, storming argument with him over her alleged âlacklustre workâ that had meant sheâd screamed her voice hoarse and ended with tears streaming down her face to help ruin her make-up as well.
Of course you didnât know any of this, you only noticed her face of thunder as she stormed up to the car three hours late, having had to calm down and be retouched by the cosmetic team before reshooting all the shots the director wanted, evidently making a point in putting Jennie in her place in front of the rest of the crew. She was seriously pissed as she wrenched the door open, straining it against the check strap before it almost bounced back on her, muttering and cursing under her breath as she threw herself into the seat beside you and slammed the door shut. She was in a seriously bad mood, youâd never seen her like that and just kept your distance as the Idol threw her bag down and didnât even look at you.
âDrive, fucking drive,â she muttered intently.
âNo problem,â you said quietly and started the car, pulling it into drive and setting off, wasting no time and letting the engine roar despite it being cold. Who cared, it wasnât your car.
âFucking asshole,â she muttered, seething with unexpressed rage as it ran over and over in her mind. You just kept quiet as she mumbled to herself and focused on driving, not wanting to get caught in the tornado of her mood. It didnât seem to matter though and she just went off about it, venting on him and drawing you into it given you had no way to escape.
âWhat a load of bullshit, he just doesnât fucking like me!â she snapped, to him but also herself as much as anything. You just looked ahead and murmured non-committally, not really having anything to add given you had no clue about the situation...though you knew Jennie; she was a hard worker and dedicated herself to her projects, you knew that much, but she did come across as a bit of a diva at times and you figured this was one of those moments.
âHe was just picking on me! Picking me out, trying to make himself look big or something,â she babbled, looking across to you repeatedly as she animatedly ranted, waving her hands as she let her rage just pour out as she tried to elicit a response from you.
âThatâs bullshit,â you murmured, knowing from your experience with woman that she was really on one and there was no point getting involved if you could help it. Telling her to relax or calm down would only turn her ire on you, and you really didnât want that.
âAll those fucking reshoots, Aish, what time is it even?â she said, looking round for the car clock and seeing it was nearly eight in the evening already.
âNearly three hours, three hours of pointless do-overs,â she rambled.
âWell, itâs done now, letâs just get back to the motel,â you offered, pressing the accelerator just a bit harder to speed things up.
âOh yeah great, a drive back for an hour to a crappy little motel with a bad shower!â she snapped.
âCompany could be worse though,â you quipped, trying to lighten the mood with a glance across to her for the first time. All she had for you was an icy stare, not remotely in the mood to cheer up.
âYeah, could be better though,â she said off-handedly, looking back out the window as she dismissed you. It stung, you had to admit; your relationship with her was pretty close, you both got along well and usually had fun driving to and from the set every day despite the length of the journey. She was usually fun and a bit flirty with you, playing a good bit of back and forth despite the ring on her finger and being honest it really knocked you back a bit with her being such a bitch when youâd never done anything bad to her.
âFeel free to walk,â you retorted, hot headed, just giving your blunt response in that moment. It could cost you the job if she decided to continue being a bitch and have you fired, but you didnât care just then.
âOh you got an attitude too now?â she snapped, looking back at you. You simply remained focused on the road and didnât rise to it; you didnât want getting into an argument with Jennie Kim no matter how much she wanted it and just kept your mouth shut.
âI donât need this shit, off anybody. Iâm running a major company and I know whatâs up. All these projects Iâve been doing lately as well, I donât need to come onto a shitty project like this and get talked down to by some jumped up director who wants to get him rocks off pretending heâs better than me,â she ranted, getting into it again and just winding herself up like a clockwork monkey, ready to bang her drums and make lots of noise for a short while.
âRight,â you said, again trying to distance yourself from it all with a roll of your eyes as you heard her start talking about another projects. You didnât want to hear her media-approved schpiel about it all in some effort to convince you, youâd heard that before.
âCan your attitude. Youâre no better either,â she snapped, turning on you quite literally and leaning over the center console towards you.
âWhat?â you replied, basically blurted out, caught out by her accusation.
âYeah, think I donât notice you looking at my ass? I saw you checking out my ass as I got in the car when you thought I wasnât looking. I know my underwear was riding up, bet you like that donât you?â she accused, narrowing her eyes as she stared at you with pure malice for a moment.
âWell...I...â you struggled, knowing you were busted as your heart rate rushed, body momentarily panicking as you realised sheâd noticed you checking her out.
âYeah you thought you got away with that, taking a look at my ass every time I got out of your car. This is what Iâm talking about, I thought you were a good guy and then I see you doing that every day. What the fuck man,â she said, giving a shake of her head and looking out the window again.
âI thought we had a relationship more than that now,â she added, giving you no time to respond as she kept on at it, eluding to the fact you both been riding together for weeks now. In fact, the reason she sat up front was because she didnât want to be in the back like your task required, she wanted to chat with you and have fun so despite the large vehicle she sat in the front seat next to you and talked with you on every ride.
âBut you just look at me like a piece of meat, someone youâd like to fuck huh?â she said, goading you, giving you the come-on as she looked for more of a fight. You had no idea why she was insistent that it should be you -- perhaps you were just the next guy sheâd run into that was below her that she could take it out on.
âWould you rather I didnât want to fuck you?â you asked after a pause, raising an eyebrow at her. Surely she would prefer to be desired than ignored.
âI....hey fuck that, alright? Thatâs bullshit. Even if I did want that it doesnât mean you should be checking what panties I have on every fucking day,â she snapped, momentarily caught off balance but responding with further bile.
âWell thatâs how it is, I guess. Iâm gonna look, you got me,â you replied with a nonchalant shrug, not caring now given she was clearly just going off and whatever you said didnât matter a fuck.
âFucking perv,â she scolded, giving you a look that you assumed was meant to be mean but just came off as a bit silly, too try-hard.
âYou shouldnât be looking at my ass like that, thatâs not cool, Iâm not some fuck doll for you to fantasize about,â she added. You rolled your eyes again, pressing the accelerator harder, intending to get this drive done as fast as possible and drop Jennie Kim, the bitch, off at the motel before finding a drink.
âAnd Iâm your boss,â she said, looking across to you slyly, the implication clear...though she went on to expand in her somewhat vicious intent. You wanted to ignore it, just let it go but she was pushing and your hands were tightening hard on the steering wheel. Your knuckles were white from tension, movements jerky as you restrained yourself from reacting to her bullshit diva behaviour; it wasnât your fault her director thought she wasnât pulling her weight and had had at her but she was unloading it aggressively on you and something had to give.
âAnd I can get you fired, I donât have to put up with this shit,â she said, narrowing her eyes as she stared at you.
âFine,â you said, trying to hold back your temper that sheâd bubbled up now; you had a temper, you wouldnât deny that, but you kept cool and controlled especially with your job on the line but right now she was winding you up and you were struggling not to just let it go and tell her to shove this job straight up her tight, toned ass.
âAnd fucking slow down! Are you trying to kill us?â she exclaimed, seeing the speedo nudging 97mph as you aimed to get back to the motel as fast as possible. Jennie squealed and lurched forwards towards the dashboard as you stamped on the brakes, the car diving suddenly as you decelerated and throwing her forwards which she noticed immediately as she hadnât fastened her seatbelt in her anger.
âAish!â she cried out, catching herself and fumbling around as you spotted a good place to pull of the road and pulled the car onto it, tyres sliding in the dust as you skidded to a halt and lurched back, a cloud blowing all around as she sat back up.
âWhat the fuck?!â she asked hurriedly, pushing her hair back from her face.
âJust shut the fuck up, would you? Give me a break!â you snapped sharply, loudly, leaning close to her face as you said it. Jennie recoiled in shock, eyes widening as you suddenly spoke to her so bluntly.
âFuck you, I own you!â she shot back, finding her nerve again, getting the fight she seemingly wanted after all.
âFuck you, you donât own me,â you shouted, then reached out to grab her, making her squeal as you manhandled her between the seats and threw her into the back of the car, where she usually rode up front with you. Jennie tumbled untidily into the rear seats, her ass giving a gorgeous glimpse as you threw her into the back before she collapsed onto the leather bench seat.
âOh big man huh, gonna just get rid of me?â she said, pushing her hair back and pushing up on her elbow as she waited for your response.
âJust fucking can it, Jennie,â you snapped.
âOh big man, gonna throw a woman around. What, you gonna come back here and fuck me as well are you?â she replied, the challenge clear in her tone.
âMaybe I should,â you said quietly, meaningfully. Jennie paused momentarily, not quite expecting your response and thinking it over for a split second before she replied.
âOh really? Fine maybe you should,â she said, unable to back down, her ego too big to retreated.
âOh yeah?â you answered, looking at her in the rear view mirror, seeing her eyes, those big, honest eyes that told you everything you needed to know: she was serious.
âYeah fine, go on, fuck me. Why donât you show me what youâve got tough guy,â she said, no question or doubt in it, just a statement - an invitation.
âFine,â you responded curtly and shoved the door open, getting out as Jennieâs heart raced, breathing fast as you stepped round and opened the back to get in with her as she immediately made space for you. Sheâd wound you up relentlessly and she knew sheâd done it on purpose but she wasnât sure her end goal with it all; you didnât deserve it at all, none of her irritation was your fault, but she also knew she was desperately horny having been away from her fiancĂ© for weeks and frankly this was the best possible outcome...as long as you kept your mouth shut.
You jumped in with her and locked the doors, wasting no more words on her as you seize the opportunity sheâd presented you, grasping it with both hands as most men would. Jennie looked at you like a deer in the headlights for a moment before you grabbed hold of her, throwing her over on her tummy and shoving her towards the window, up into a doggystyle position as her forehead bumped the cold glass. You were strong and dominant, taking full physical control of her as you hauled her into position and then grabbed her trousers in readiness.
âGonna finally fuck me now huh? Everything you wanted? I bet youâve dreamed of this as you stared at my ass,â she goaded, finding her attitude again for a moment as she made no protest of what you were about to do and actually arched her back, sticking her ass out and letting her pussy bulge between her legs to invite you to get on with it.
She was hungry for it, waiting for the moment your cock slid into her; she knew she was going to shake as you did it which would give her away, that she loved it from the second you started fucking her but right now she didnât care -- she needed to get fucked, and was sure sheâd wound you up enough where you would. She needed it badly.
âShut the fuck up,â you said simply, a straightforward command to the Idol as you grabbed her leggings and yanked them, and her thong, down her thighs to just above her knees, revealing her stubbly, half-shaved pussy and tight ass. Jennie shifted on the seat to get herself stable as you undid your trousers and released yourself as she imagined you standing up iron-hard for her, ready to split her in two. She didnât have to wait long, mere seconds, for her question to be answered as you grabbed your rock hard cock and aimed it down to her hot, wet lips as your other hand grabbed her waist to constrain her, not that she needed it as you guided your cock to her opening.
Jennie cried out loudly in pleasure and pain as you suddenly plunged into her, wasting no time and doing exactly what sheâd invited -- fucking her. You drove yourself into her hard as your silky body yielded to, and the clenches of her muscles did nothing to deter you as you slammed full depth inside her and shoved your hips into her ass as she cried out and grunted deeply, soulfully as you buried your cock totally inside her. Her pussy clenched hard and she shuddered in sensation, pain giving a sudden twinge but giving way to immediate pleasure at a cock being inside her for the first time in weeks, bumping against her cervix as it filled her completely.
She shuddered intently and knew the game was up, as sheâd suspected her body had completely given away her excitement and arousal at this fuck and she was sure her wet pussy did little to dispel that. Your hand dug into her waist and pulled back at her hip as your other hand swiftly grabbed a handful of her dark hair, fingers twisting into her hair and pulling back at her head as she gasped. You wasted no time at all in fucking her, burying your cock into her initially then yanking back to get straight into a quick, hard rhythm; your pace was intense and full of frustration, rage even as you held her lithe bodily tightly and started absolutely fucking her hard and fast. You wasted no energy or motion, jamming her head into the window as she gasped and breathed hard, fogging up the glass as she looked out towards the road while you pounded into her from behind.
âThis what you wanted is it?â you asked as you held on tight and fucked her, really fucked her, pounding hard and fast with short strokes that always hit full depth as you slammed yourself against her ass. You barely registered that you were fucking Jennie Kim of all people, your boss, the famous idol, just relishing the feel of her sweet, hot pussy clenching and squeezing around your cock as she absolutely loved your pounding into her from behind.
âUh huh...â was all she could murmur, unable to lie as the pleasure washed over her, relief of finally getting fucked and so, so hard as you took out all your anger on your bitchy boss. You smiled as you continued, trying to find more pace and power, more energy, more aggression, more anger to let out on your evidently slutty boss who was quite happy to let you fuck her.
âGood, you fucking whore,â you said, adding to it as Jennie just groaned in pleasure as your rock hard cock slammed in and out of her, your hips jamming into her toned ass, making a gratuitous slapping sound as you cranked her back, pulling her hair harder as your intensity ramped up. It hurt, the burn in her scalp searing but she didnât give a fuck, she was just loving it so much sheâd frankly let you do anything you wanted with her as you pounded on her pussy and tingled her G-spot to drive her towards orgasm. You somehow knew what she needed and pushed up to lean over her more and push down against the sensitive spot at the front of her pussy
âOh fuck,â she muttered under her breath as her cheek shoved against the glass, feeling your cock brutally push down against her vaginal wall, stimulating her perfectly, her arousal just too much as she felt her typically pre-orgasmic tremble shudder through her body. She was momentarily distracted as a truck suddenly went past, slower than it should, before heard the horn blare; youâd been spotted, seeing them pulled over and then her face jammed against the window with her eyes practically rolling as she gasped hungrily for more. Jennie just hoped she hadnât been recognized as it disappeared down the road, focusing on to the sensations of your pounding against her ass once more and realizing she was ready to pop.
Itâd taken no time at all; she was so horny and desperately in need of a good, thick cock inside her like she had right now that her body just responded to it, primally pushing all thoughts of her cheating from her mind as she shoved back into you as best she could. She needed every millimeter of your cock inside her and drove her pelvis back to maximize your penetration as she arched her back, your hand digging into her, face still shoved against the cold, sweaty glass as you pounded on her. The fact youâd clearly wanted to do this for so long only made it hotter, the way youâd just suddenly turned on her and fucked her, at her encouragement mind, taking her to task and now letting out every bit of frustration and want for her as you pounded her harder than sheâd been fucked in years.
âFuck me, god fuck me,â Jennie gasped, not caring that you knew she loved it now as you continued to smash her. Your hips slammed against her ass in a motion that must have been a blur, slapping noisily against her as your pulsing, twitching cock plunged into her again and again. Your shoves against her G-spot and the sustained way you were driving almost against her cervix had only cranked her orgasm up and up and with a sudden shudder it gave way as she came -- hard. She shook and opened her eyes, grunting hard as she climax washed over her rapidly, gazing through the misted winded onto the empty surroundings as her breath caught and stuttered into fast, struggling gasps through her noises.
You smile as you continued to pump yourself into her with all your might, loving how snug and wet her pussy was wrapped around your cock, loving how she shook and just begged for you to take her. Watching her come was a satisfying reward, loving that youâd made the gorgeous Idol peak in two minutes, unable to help herself as she whined in pleasure and dug her nails into the seat cushion. You pounded on her hard as she slowed down and quaked more deeply in culmination of her orgasm, the immense pleasure fading to leave her fragile and sensitive, fumbling to pull away from you.
âSlow down,â she breathed, barely a mumble through gasps for air, trying to recover as her forehead prickled with sweat. She tried to ask for it even as she knew you wouldnât slow down, knowing she was your little toy right now and you were running the show whether she liked it or not. In fact, she loved it and even as she trembled in overwhelmed sensations, your thick cock ploughing her sweet pussy harder and faster than ever given how wet she was. There was no mercy, no break, no pause in your fucking, just slamming yourself into her as she struggled to take it though it only turned her on more than ever -- her fiancĂ© never fucked her like this any more.
She grunted and groaned through it as you pummeled her ass with your hips, your thick cock straining and pulsing inside her, feeling harder than ever as you pursued your own orgasm. Her hot, clenching pussy had only helped to accelerate your climax and now you starting to bubble, the thought of finally fucking Jennie Kim getting to you. Jennie herself just moaned and mumbled tiredly in pleasure and a cocktail of stimulation as your thick shaft drove into her again and again, though you could feel her deliberately squeezing and clamping down on you with her vaginal muscles, aiming to maximize your ride and make her pussy the tightest she could.
âFuck,â you grunted, your first exclamation that told Jennie you were enjoying her as much as she enjoyed you, her body so hot and tight, hands digging into her, loving how she responded to the rough treatment as you fucked her hard and fast with little focus on her own pleasure. Her orgasm said everything you needed to know about her love it and now it was time for your own, the tingle youâd been holding back growing into a deep, intense release that was waiting to burst forth. With no reason to now hold it back and her ass still shoving back into her cock as she worked to please you, you just picked up your efforts, somehow finding a bit more pace to smash yourself into her in the shortest, hardest strokes you could manage as she whined in pleasure.
âDonât come inside me,â she breathed, urging you to pull out as she felt you strain and twitch, knowing you was on the brink and holding back for a final few intense, hard, body-shaking thrusts into her to slam her against the window. Instead she grunted as your hand dug into her waist and you shoved her face hard against the glass, smearing her lipstick onto it as she gave a muffled complaint while you jammed yourself as deep as possible.
âIâm come wherever I fucking feel like,â you said in a near growl, making her tremble in excitement, unable to deny how much she loved being fucked like this, totally dominated and owned as your thrusts immediately picked up the pace again. It was an overwhelming, eye-rolling moment of discovery as she was reminded what it was like to get properly fucked as you absolutely unloaded every bit of energy you had and stroked your cock into her with short, rapid pumps until you gave a final stiffen, a few last strokes and slammed hard into her to get full depth before your cock jerked and spurted deep inside to unload yourself against her cervix.
âOh fuck...â she breathed as she felt your hot cum burst into her, spilling at the entrance to her womb; even though sheâd asked you not to she wasnât the least surprised youâd blown it inside her, choosing the most enjoyable method and leaving it up to her to deal with. It was hotter that youâd deliberately ignored her and done exactly what sheâd asked you not to, just dismissing her and dominating her to the last as your balls tightened and you exploded inside her with short, hard gasps. You squeezed and clenched your muscles hard to urge every last drop of your cum into the pretty idol, giving in to the extreme pleasure of it all and letting it shudder through you, relishing the moment as you emptied your balls inside Jennie Kim. Itâd been weeks since youâd had a chance to get any relief yourself and to finally get that with her of all people was a dream come true.
âFuck that was good,â you breathed, squeezing a couple of more times as you just rested inside her, letting yourself have every chance before you slipped back out of her easily and turned to sit down on the seat.
âYeah, exactly what I needed,â she breathed honestly, sinking into the seat but not looking back at you, embarrassed with herself and how much sheâd enjoyed it. Sheâd given you the come on though and knew it was entirely her doing so she could hardly complain.
âGood,â you replied simply, pulling your trousers up and pushing the door open, Jennie inhaling as the breeze blew in over her bare ass and dropping to the seat now as you slammed the door and then momentarily slipped back into the driverâs seat. Jennie just rolled over and clumsily fumbled her yoga pants and thong back up, tugging them awkwardly over herself as she covered herself after the roughest, and most exciting, fuck sheâd had for years. She felt exhausted, slumping into the back seat and letting it take over her, the tension falling off her like a coat in the aftermath as you started the engine and pulled away from the side of the road. Jennie looked up and your eyes met in the rear view mirror, a look that said everything -- you had everything she needed right then, and you was going to give it to her.
âYouâre coming back with me,â you said quietly, commandingly.
âYeah well, of course, same motel and all,â she proffered, trying to break the topic as if she didnât know what you meant. She of course wasnât stupid and knew exactly what you were saying.
âDonât be stupid, Jennie,â you said with another look in the mirror, âIâve got exactly what you need.â
âSo speed up and give it to me, donât make me wait,â she replied after a pause, longer than it should have been as she tried to think of a way to counter that. She didnât have one and agreed that frankly you did have what she needed, and wanted, for the night so fuck it, she might as well just encourage it. She hardly had to wait as she heard the engine roar and the car surged forward, sinking into the seats and relaxing as she recovered, feeling both immensely satisfied by her climax and horny again already, knowing she was going towards a night of being fucked her without an ounce of control.
She fumbled around and got her phone out, looking through it as you focused on driving back as the light of the day failed and faded, sun sinking below the horizon now to bath the road in twilight. Jennie kind of enjoyed being your passenger again, riding in the back even if it was after youâd forcibly thrown her there and then fucked her. Fucked her harder than sheâd ever imagined you would, and bought yourself a ticket to her for the rest of the night.
In what seemed like no time at all thanks to touching triple figures on the speedo you pulled up at the motel, guiding the luxury sedan into the entrance and parking up in easy reach of the front door. Few people were there at the bar except for the staff crew, and many of them hadnât returned yet. You pulled up and stopped the car, getting out to open the rear door for her and usher her out towards the entrance of the motel like a proper guest. You saw her into the place then once they were away from the main foyer you grasped her hand and pulled her along, directing her towards your room as you made sure she couldnât change her mind. She had no intention and let you pull her towards her night of adventure, unlocking your door easily and pulling her inside.
âSmaller than yours I assume,â you said with a smile, gesturing around; it was smaller than hers but not by as much as youâd think as her room at this place wasnât exactly majestic, it was just a small motel in the middle of nowhere. It really was the middle of goddamn nowhere, which was why she was here in the first place, ready to get fucked even though sheâd never had imagined sheâd do this. It wasnât her at all, she was faithful. Not any more though she figured, but despite that she wasnât going to be a pushover and wanted to get some control back, to drive what happened and not let you treat her like a total fucktoy as was clearly your intent. Her body hadnât given you any idea she wanted anything different mind.
âLook, Iâll stay the night and all, you got me alright,â she said as you threw your jacket down, looking up to her.
âWeâll hook up but itâs not like that,â she said, trying to wrestle back control of the whole situation somewhat.
âNot like what?â you questioned.
âThat,â she said pointedly, raising her eyebrows, âlike what just happened. Iâm not your little fuckdoll for the night or something, Iâm still your boss.â
âYeah right,â you said with a short laugh, looking her up and down, amused by her faux indignation and attempt to boss you about.
âIâm serious, I donât...â she started but was immediately cut off by you surging toward her to stand face-to-face with her, towering over her, making her suddenly feel small and powerless before you.
âShut the fuck up, Jennie,â you said coolly, calmly...dominantly. She felt a tremble run through her and instantly wanted to submit, to let you take charge of her even if consciously she felt she shouldnât.
âIâm in charge here,â you said, reaching out and firmly squeezing her breast through her baggy top, making her murmur then squeak as you were particularly rough with her.
âAnd youâre going to do exactly what youâre told tonight, just like you want to. Youâre gonna be my perfect little obedient fuckdoll for the night, you really are,â you said deeply, so cool and calm with her. Jennie took a deep breath, realizing her heart was racing, pounding in her chest as you just totally owned her leaving her unable to reply. She simply didnât know what to say or do.
âNow take your clothes off,â you ordered, stepping away from her to pull your own shirt off.
âAll of them?â she blurted out, even though she knew the answer, scolding herself for even asking.
âYes, Jennie, all of your clothes. What else do you think Iâd want,â you replied, stripping yourself and leaving her to catch up as she took a breath and set about peeling her clothes off. It took her only a few moments to throw off her casual hoodie and top, easily unclipping her comfortable, unsexy bra and then shoving her yoga pants down again and this time off her feet to leave herself standing naked before you as she awaited instructions. Her dignity and any semblance of fight had left her completely and now sheâd resigned herself to being exactly what you wanted her to be -- your fuckdoll. And she was sure she was going to love it.
âVery nice,â you said, glancing up her lithe, toned body, her workout regime paying off handsomely as she stood before you like a treat. She was slender, abs defined, a lovely thigh gap and her pussy was shaved into a nice landing strip, though she hadnât kept up with it for a couple of days and stubble prickled her skin.
âThanks,â she replied shyly, stupidly given what had already done. She was just waiting for you to lead her, which you did.
âLetâs take a shower,â you said, walking to the bathroom without a backwards glance. You just knew she would follow you and your trust that she would infuriated her, made her bossy attitude burn; she was literally your boss and could have you fired any time she wanted, but here she was in your room letting you order her about like someone youâd paid for. And what made it worse for her was she was giving into it, just feeling helplessly commanded by you and wanting to submit. Sheâd never been treated like this in the bedroom and couldnât help herself, almost wanting to see where it went as much as anything else as she followed you into the bathroom.
The shower was already running with you standing under the hot cascade of water, washing down as she walked into the bathroom. You looked up to her right at the moment when she shivered, feeling your load of cum sinking down under gravity and threatening to leak out of her. You smiled and held out a hand to encourage her in, a hand that Jennie took slowly, letting herself be led into the shower and a night of exploration. She knew thatâd been her last possible chance to leave but realistically sheâd never even considered it -- if she was going to be pissed off and regret this, she wanted to see it to the end so she could properly complain about it, like watching a bad movie and refusing to walk out.
âOhh,â she shivered as you pulled her under the hot spray, the night not cold but having been feeling a little chill without her clothes, the warmth of the shower tingling her perfectly. You pulled her into your arms beneath the tumbling water and finally fixed her with a kiss, pressing your lips to her firm, full pout. Tongues immediately entwined and found a perfect rhythm, mixing easily, so much better than sheâd ever expected with a first kiss as you leaned down into her under the spray as she pressed her naked body to yours. She could already feel your erection pushing up into her tummy as your lust for her made itself evident, which she guessed she couldnât really complain about as you felt her stiff nipples push into her body as her lovely breasts squashed between them.
âMm someoneâs ready,â she murmured with a smile as she felt your cock grow to full hardness as your hands slid down her back and squeezed her tight ass.
âYeah, so donât hesitate,â you murmured, kissing down her neck as she leaned back and sighed in pleasure, body tingling. She loved having her neck kissed and arousal spread through her like a wave, spurring her hand to fumble between them and wrap her slender fingers around your hard cock. It gave her a chance to properly explore and assess it given previously it was only being thumped into her cunt hard and fast from behind. Her hand stroked slowly up and down as you kissed her again, the hot water splashing down over while your own hands squeezed her ass, fingers teasing over her tightest hole before moving up to squeeze at her tits, your large hands easily encompassing her fairly petite chest, thumbing at her nipples carefully to stimulate the hard points.
You both didnât speak, not needing to, satisfied at finally getting your hands on Jennie Kim, the woman youâd been driving to every day and who was in essence your boss. She was just lost to the pleasure of somebody finally getting their hands on her, the physical relief of it something she hadnât realized sheâd needed until now, loving the feel of your hands sliding and groping over her body, taking in every womanly curve of her, making her feel wanted and desired, lusted for, like a woman.
You reached out and grabbed shower gel from the shelf on the wall, liberally spreading it into your hands before soaping her up, spreading it over her shoulders and down her back to her ass. She just murmured as you spread her ass and reached down into every crevice of her body, pulling back from her to soap over her front. You spent plenty of time on her tits and enjoyed every bounce and squeeze of her as you spread the soap over her before lathering down her body, taking in her slender waist and the curve of her hips, her lovely strip of pubic hair and toned legs. She was quite taken by the way you showed her respect as you soaped her up and then turned her into the shower to rinse her down, loving the way the soap just seemed to peel down her body towards her feet over her lightly tanned skin.
Jennie murmured in pleasure as she just loved the intimacy of a shower with you, loving the attention you were giving her after too long without it. Your hands on her were a delight, sliding over her soapy body and taking in every womanly curve of her figure as you did, knowing exactly what you were doing with her. Jennie wondered how sheâd completely overlooked you as your skill was evident and the thick cock she still had her hand wrapped around was a perfect fit. Oh sure sheâd randomly contemplated doing it, she did with many men, but sheâd never been serious about giving you a shot and realized sheâd probably missed out. You had her now though and she was very sure you were going to give her everything you could; youâd already fucked her as though it was your only chance with her and she was sure things would only follow suit.
âKneel down,â you said, only proving her right as she looked up into your eyes and then locked lips with you again, tongues fighting before she broke away and sank down in the shower with your hard cock throbbing right in front of her face. Assuming you wanted a blowjob she wasted no time in sucking you off, stroking and then immediately engulfing your cock in blissful liquid heat as her tongue assaulted. You groaned in pleasure and pulled your hand into her hair to encourage her as your cock swelled in her mouth, flexing and straining as you shivered at the incredible sensations of her velvet touch, feeling her suck firmly as she started bobbing her head.
Jennie rather enjoyed sucking cock and knew it always made men happy, loving the way they just melted to her touch as she set about devouring them, pushing them into her throat to let them feel her yield and stretch, shudder at her suck and tremble at her tongue. And as much as you loved that, intent on enjoying it fully, it wasnât what youâd shoved her down for her and managed to refrain from getting lost in it totally as you reached out to squeeze some more shower gel into your hand and lather them together.
âStop, Jennie, stop,â you reluctantly asked, pulling back a little to let your cock slip out of her mouth as she rocked back onto her heels and looked up at you. It was a perfect scene; the lovely Jennie Kim knelt before you, your hard cock pulsing moments from her mouth, her big eyes staring up to you in total obedience as the water splashed down.
âThis is what I want,â you said firmly, your dominant tone directing her effortlessly as you reached down with both hands to soap and squeeze her firm tits in readiness before grabbing a handful of her hair and pulling her up onto her knees. She cried out slightly as you yanked her up, pulling her to her tallest position as your other hand guided your cock to press it against her chest between her firm B-cups, the implication clear.
âWow ok Iâve never really done this much,â she conceded, since her more humble chest wasnât something many men seemed to focus on.
âI donât care, grab them,â you ordered and with that Jennie did exactly what she was told and pushed her hands up under the sides of her tits to squeeze them together around your cock. She didnât really know what she was doing but figured it would work just fine as she looked down to see her petite boobs squeeze up around your cock, feminine flesh engulfing your manhood with the soap concealing her nipples. Your hands went to her shoulders as you thrust against her, your cock easily slipping up against her wet, slippery body, trusting her to keep control her lovely breasts as you pushed your cock between them. You drew back slowly and then thrust up against her again with a slow, controlled motion that let you feel every little thing.
Your cock glided easily against her succulent, soapy body, the softness of her tits absolutely divine as they wrapped around you and perfectly sealed against the throbbing hardness of your cock. She just looked down as you started to thrust against her with a slow, powerful rhythm that told her that you wanted to enjoy it as her body rocked with your energy. You held her and she was glad that you did as your thrusts pushed her back towards her heels, something she knew would have made her toned thighs burn if sheâd had to resist it all herself, able to focus solely on pressing her perky tits up around you.
Her nipples were rock hard as the soap slid off the neat, screwed up points of her breasts, water trickling down over her as you shielded most of the shower behind you. She looked down and enjoyed the sight of your thick cock pushing up between her tits, loving the way her body yielded and smoothly gave way to your manhood as you shoved it slowly and deliberately against her body. Unable to resist the pleasure of it, you started to pick up the pace and pump your hips forward against her faster, pushing into her more firmly to make her rock back then resist as you used her body for your pleasure. Jennie looked up to you, taking her gaze from her chest as she looked up to you with a smile, rather enjoying giving you a tit fuck especially when you seemed to enjoy it so much.
âLike that huh?â she asked through her smile, starting to rock her body a little, tightening her abs to let herself push down onto as you thrust up, accentuating the sensations around your rock hard erection as you slid between her perfect, soap-slick tits.
âYou seem pretty good at this for someone thatâs not done it before,â you smiled, not slowing down for a moment.
âI didnât say I hadnât, just not much,â she replied with a naughty little half-smile.
âWell you should do it more, you seem a natural,â you said, straining against her harder as she worked at you, getting into a motion as the water poured down over your back, steam filling the bathroom from the hot water as she worked up and down to massage her gorgeous tits around your cock. Just to enjoyed it for a couple more minute, you pushing harder and faster against her sternum while she focused on pressing her tits together for you, soap washing gradually away so there was more friction, more intensity to encourage you to thrust quicker as your erection pulsed between her tits.
Your fingers dug into her shoulders more and you helped to push her down as she bobbed on her knees, arching her back as she worked. Her breaths were short and sharp, almost rasping as she exerted herself, feeling the ache in her body and oblique muscles as she exercised herself in a somewhat unusual way. She worked out a lot, her video posts on social media showed that off plenty to everyone that wanted to drink in her tight body, but this motion was unlike anything she trained for as she compressed herself but arched her back to push her perky chest out for you. Still, her abs were strong and she put herself into it, doing all she could as the bathroom filled completely with steam so you both practically couldnât see, condensation streaming off the mirrors and glass, beaded over everything cold or metal.
âMm fuck,â you growled, cock jerking against her stiffly, so much so it made Jennie sure you were going to pick up the pace and work to the end on her before you suddenly slowed. Giving a final, lingering push up again her chest, you held for a moment then released her, stepping back as she let go of her tits, in tune with your clear intention for that to be it with her tits -- for now at least.
âCome on, weâve got things to do,â you said, pulling her up from her knees by her arm, which helped given her somewhat tingling legs from where sheâd been knelt down.
âYou haveâŠâ she said, looking you in the eyes, âme.â
âExactly,â you smiled, loving that she was seemingly onboard now and was enjoying herself. You turned the taps and shut the shower off, the hot cascade suddenly stops and leaves embraced by silence, broken only by the last few drips of the water fading away. You stepped out and grabbed a towel, throwing it back to Jennie as if she was always at your place as you picked up another for yourself, burying your face in it and rubbing through your hair. She let it tumble open before pressing it to herself, not bothering to be modest as there was no point, rubbing over her body to absorb the water from her body as you watched on with a smile. Her make-up had survived surprisingly well, only a little smudged from the shower.
She smiled back and just let you enjoy the view as she reached down to dry her legs, rubbing over her tight pussy before pulling the towel behind her to draw it over her back and down across her ass. Jennie giggled a little as you seemed enthralled by her, just drinking in the sight as she lifted the towel up to work it through her damp hair, stretching and displaying her body perfectly as you absent mindedly dried yourself, hands just on autopilot as you didnât miss a thing.
âVery nice, all those workouts clearly pay off,â you commented, the evidence right in front of you.
âThanks, I certainly work hard enough,â she replied as you cast your towel aside and grabbed her hand, leaving her idly rubbing round her neck as you led her out of the steamy bathroom into the main bedroom once more. You pulled her to the bed and then turned round, sitting back down onto it, your stiff cock sticking up for her; she assumed you would just pull her into your lap and slide inside her again to make her ride this time but found you had other plans.
âKneel,â you commanded, pulling down at her wrist to urge her towards the floor. Without hesitation she sank to the floor smoothly, kneeling on the carpet at your feet and swallowing in preparation for what she assumed would be another blowjob.
âUp, now,â you commanded, Jennie struggling to her feet on tingling legs as you pulled her hair -- then took her by complete surprise by twisting and grabbing her over the shoulder and between the legs like a body slam and throwing her powerfully over and down onto the bed.
She squealed as you swung her over and cast her down on the sheets, her slender body bouncing on the mattress as her feet jumped up towards the ceiling, looking backwards as you stood over her. Without a word you grabbed her wrists and pulled her to the edge of the bed, Jennie craning up to look around before you shoved her head down, tipping it back off the side of the bed.
âRight there, thatâs what I want,â you said firmly, dominantly, using a tone sheâd not heard from any man and it made her tingle in excitement...and obedience. She knew she had no control over things anyway and just opened her mouth like whore, knowing it was what you wanted her to do and would make her if she didnât. You were so turned on to see her just present herself, opening her mouth and closing her eyes, head back, knowing what you would do to her. This wouldnât be any ordinary blowjob and you didnât disappoint in showing her how, grabbing her face to direct her as you dipped your knees and shoved your cock down with your other hand and straight into her waiting mouth.
Jennie immediately sucked and applied her tongue, giving you a moment to enjoy her skills before you go straight to it and shoved into her throat. She gagged, unable to stop herself, knowing this was how it would be but unable to help herself. Sheâd never been very good at controlling her gag reflex but she got the feeling it wouldnât matter a fuck to you right now. Jennie was absolutely right and you held her head and shoved hard into her throat, feeling her constrict and tighten around your cock to halt your progress. It didnât deter you however and you knew youâd break her, shoving repeatedly with more and more pressure into her throat, making her gag and choke noisily, heaving on the bed before you, thick saliva running down her face now and making her close her eyes.
âFucking take it, come on,â you said, an encouragement and an order at the same time, wanting into her throat as you pushed at her straining form. It took a few more attempts but with one, slow, powerful drive into her mouth you felt her resistance flutter, strain and fail suddenly so you jolted forwards into her and blissfully buried every inch of your cock into her hot, squeezing throat as she could fight it no longer. The noise she made was music to your ears as she gave a loud, wet gagging sound that was immediately muffled, wrenching and convulsing on the bed as she struggled before she gagged hard through her nose.
Her hands dug into the bedding, not trying to fight as you might have expected and as she might have claimed she would only a little while before. She just intended to take it, even as her eyes streaming and her make-up ran down her face, throat aching as it tried to push your cock back out, body heaving and spasming on the bed. She fought to calm herself down as you pulled back and gave her a second to breathe, Jennie hauling in a huge breath before you shoved your cock back in and followed her inhale down to neatly trick her and thrust yourself back into her throat before her body could react. She surged and choked again, hating how her body was doing this and also you for doing it to her, though she couldnât deny how wet her pussy was from it.
Her hand strayed from the bed even as the other stayed twisted up in the covers, knuckles white from how tight she was holding it. She pushed her hand over her body and down between her legs, shocked at how wet she was, drenching her fingers as she found her clit and started to slowly circle it to let the pleasure in. You loved seeing her start fingering herself, telling you that despite whatever she thought she was enjoying herself in a primal, physical manner and it only spurred you to keep going at her for your own pleasure. She was clearly enjoying that.
âThatâs it, just let me in,â you murmured, the silence only punctuated by her heaves and wet gagging along with your deep, intense breaths. She mumbled something but you obviously couldnât work out what and frankly you were enjoying yourself far too much to care or give her the time to speak. You were absolutely rock hard, tingling with pleasure as her throat tightened hard around the head of your cock to stimulate your nerves with every thrust into her resisting mouth. She gagged and mumbled as you smashed into her throat, making it bulge as you drove fully down each time.
Jennieâs fingers danced precisely at her clit as she pleasured herself to being used so completely, utterly under your control as you leaned over her and dominantly thrust your hips forward to force your cock into her throat. Even though her body kept trying to fight, unable to stop herself, her muscles were weak and aching, a mere token protest now as you powerfully and methodically pushed yourself into her throat. You were loving pushing down into her, seeing the slight catch as your bulging head popped into her throat and made her tense, trying to hold it down as you pressed yourself right into her throat until your balls were against her face.
You could only hold back and sustain that for a couple of minutes however before your lust and want to use her throat took over, steadying your feet and starting to thrust much faster. Your strokes were shorter and harder, full depth every time as she gasped desperately, choking back her gags and hauling in breaths where she could. Her dark eye make-up streaked down her face as her eyes watered helplessly and she clung to the bed, only with one hand however as her other continued to stimulate herself, more aggressively now, her fingers grinding around her sensitive button intently. Her tongue, which had been attempting to join the party, gave up under the onslaught and she just held it fixedly to stroke your cock as you pumped in and out of her mouth.
The wet sounds of her throat were all that broke the air of the room as you plundered Jennie Kim, taking joy at every moment you could, knowing this was a once in a lifetime chance. Your hands were pressed hard into the mattress of the basic motel room as you stood prone over it and thumped your hips down into her waiting mouth, loving the bulge of her throat around your head, tingling the most sensitive areas. You gazed down over her tight body, perky tits with her nipples screwed up hard, toned abs clenching and pulsing as she struggled to take your cock, her fingers still working hotly at her clit. This was certainly going to help work her abs out.
âOh fuck,â you growled, feeling a characteristic tingle as your cock pulsed and stiffened, knowing your orgasm was coming fast. You didnât know if Jennie could feel it but didnât really care and pressed on hard, picking up speed to thrust harder, shoving against her pretty face more intensely as you pursued your climax towards its inevitable conclusion. She hadnât felt the hardening of your cock, that typical rock hard pulse that always signified the arrival of climax, but she heard your breathing increasing, getting harder and shorter, feeling your energy picking up as you thrust more rapidly into her. She couldnât do anything apart from brace herself on the bed, both hands now stuck into the bedding as she held tight and just endured it, still gagging and choking, struggling to breath and practically creaming herself without being touched. She absolutely loved it.
You didnât pay much attention to it but you knew she was into it, loving her playing with herself as you felt the pressure build in your balls. Your thrusts turned to a flurry, intensity unleashed now as you pumped her throat as hard and fast as possible, barely pulling two inches out of her before shoving back against her full lips in an overwhelming rhythm that she could barely handle. Her breaths were gasps, wet strangled grabs of atmosphere as you grunted and growled with pleasure, eyes squeezing shut as you trembled, holding it back. Thick saliva ran from her mouth and down over her cheek to run into her hair and drip to the floor as you pumped her throat, unable to stop herself from gagging around you.
By now Jennie knew exactly what was coming and couldnât do anything to change it even if she wanted to. You thumped your hips hard into her, shaking and holding on until it burst forth in a sudden, incredible explosion; jamming yourself against her hard to shove her head back into the foot of the mattress, your cock jumped and swelled as you ejaculated intensely down her throat, a thick rope deep into her where she had no choice but to swallow. Jennie gagged hard, as much as you suddenly stopping as anything, feeling your hot load jetting into her as your thick prick jumped and surged in her mouth.
All she could do was mumble, unable to breathe as you pinned her down to empty your balls, pressed to her face. She held on as you pulsed and jerked to spill every last drop of your thick, salty load down her throat and then held still to make her swallow, Jennie quickly figuring out you wasnât going to let her go if she didnât. It wasnât a big deal, it was so deep down her throat it was half way there and with an awkward heave and a gurgle she swallow it all. You pulled back and slipped your thick cock out of her mouth, standing up as you withdrew to let the idol haul in a huge, undignified lungful of air, taking several deep breaths as she turned her head and let a huge string of thick drool slide out of her mouth to the floor with a mumble of embarrassment and relief.
âFuck that was good,â you breathed. She couldnât reply, totally exhausted after her first, proper throat fuck.
âReady for some fun?â you asked as you reached down slapped her face a couple of times, making her complain and snapping her back to reality as you moved round the bed. She was completely at your mercy and unable to fight back, just zoned out for a moment as you grabbed hold of her feet and hauled her round on the bed, dragging her head back onto the mattress to give her neck some much needed support. She mumbled incoherently as you spread her legs wide open and exposed her shaved but stubbly pussy, pulling her to the edge of the bed so they hung over it.
Without a word you dropped to your knees and shoved your arms up under her thighs, shoving them over your biceps as you lowered your head and drew your tongue straight over her puffy labia, letting the tip split her lips so it collided with her sensitive, rock hard clit. Jennie gave a stuttering sigh, breathing deeply as you went down on her, your tongue immediately going straight back to her begging button and softly pressing perfectly into her folds to stimulate her. Jennie gasped and groaned heavily in pleasure as she tipped her head back into the bed and rolled her hips up towards your intimate touch.
âOh fuck, thatâs so good,â she breathed, having not had her pussy eaten in so long. Her fiancĂ© was good at it but he hadnât done it for her in a while and when she was so turned on already it was an absolute treat. Her whole body tingled as your tongue touched her clit, pushing up under the hood and circling around her, different textures of stimulating every desire of hers as it slipped over her. Her hips rocked rhythmically into your tongue as it worked up and down, steady and powerful as you breathed hotly over her mound and just stimulated her perfectly, seeming able to read her just right.
The Idol just groaned in satisfaction and unmitigated enjoyment as you lapped at her juicy pussy, already so turned on from what youâd just done to her as sheâd shamelessly loved her first face fuck even if it had been a messy struggle. She was dripping wet and your tongue easily parted her swollen lips, splitting them effortlessly as you dipped down and dragged back up from her asshole all the way to her throbbing clit. You focused onto her juicy entrance, loving how she was into it as you glided over her and just teased, making her wait and frustratedly wiggle before burying your tongue inside her.
She moaned in ecstasy with a shiver, pulling her legs up against your hands as her skin goosepimpled, body alight at every touch now as she relished the way your tongue twisted and swelled inside her to stimulate every nerve ending of her velvet walls. You thrust it inside her and swirled around, her slick juices coating your chin as she basked in pleasure, loving how you seemed to pay attention to every part of her. That was only confirmed as you pushed down and pulled your tongue over her asshole, returning the favour as she gave a tremendous surge and her breath caught in her aching throat. Sheâd never had her asshole licked properly before and felt the new, exciting sensations as your tongue spent several seconds licking and playing over her tightest hole before you swept back up to her clit.
âDonât stop,â she begged, reaching up to push her hair back from her face, arching her back and trying to push down harder into your expert tongue as it took her towards orgasm. The climax was building intently in her tummy as she felt things tightening up, the tension accelerating as it bubbled up from her soul towards the inevitable. You could feel it, the way she was rocking and pulsing, the tightening of her muscles under your hands as you held her on the end of the bed. It only made you even more focused and you ate her hard, going as briskly and powerfully as possible on her without giving her that bit too much, your tongue aching as you prodded, probed and circled her clit.
The tip of your tongue worked in hard, small motions as you thrust it over her clit from all directions, breaking it up with circles one way and then the other beneath her hood for the most direct stimulation. She gasped desperately as you took her to the edge, not making her wait or teasing her however as you pressed ahead and drove her over the edge with the continued onslaught of your intimate ministrations. Jennie gasped helplessly for a few seconds as she ground her pelvis against your chin, fingers digging into the bed as the climax rushed up on her until she could hold it back no longer with a tremendous shake.
Her eyes squeezed shut and she threw her head back into the bedding, long hair tumbling over her face as her body primally quaked as the powerful orgasm hit her. It was harder than any climax sheâd had in months, certainly more than her vibrator had given her whilst out on the road and she just gave in completely to its power. She let out a long, wailing, trembling moan of unadulterated pleasure as her toes curled and legs bucked in your grasp, feeling you lean on her hips to hold her down as your tongue continued to thrash at her to make it last as long as possible. Her hips gave strained motions to try and push up into you as she enjoyed every last second of the wave of ecstasy youâd brought her, ignoring the near-cramps in her legs as her muscles screamed while she creamed.
And suddenly it was over, like falling off a cliff and back to reality as she was suddenly finished, squeezing her thighs together and fumbling down towards to push her fingers into your hair and stop you as she gasped deeply for breath. She sucked in the oxygen as her eyes opened to the bright room, vision wavering a little in the wake of it all before she closed her eyes again and sagged back into the bed, exhausted ecstasy taking over as you pulled yourself back from between her clenching thighs. Her legs sagged open easily as you pulled yourself away, the idol basking naked before you totally sated and relaxed.
You just sat back with a smile, rocking onto your heels as she breathed deeply on the bed, completely wiped out for a moment in the aftermath of another powerful orgasm. Holding her hair back, she enjoyed the silence and peace after coming hard again which only made her realize how much sheâd needed this and that her toys simply werenât enough for a prolonged period. Her basking was interrupted as your fingers suddenly slipped into her, making her inhale in surprise as two of your digits teased momentarily at her slick opening and then pushed inside. Her body just welcomed it and she easily spread around the penetration to allow your fingers to slide inside, her pussy so juicy and ready she would have struggled to stop it even if sheâd wanted to.
She shuddered and groaned in sensitive pleasure, still touchy from her peak but ready for more as you delved inside her, stroking her velvet walls and thrusting them slowly in and out of her. You could feel just how hot and ready she was, perfect for you to slide your cock inside which you were going to do now that you were rock hard again and ready to give it to her. You curled your fingers back and pulled back towards her entrance to press up for her G-spot, seeking out that little rough patch on the front wall of her vagina and finding it expertly as she gasped, groaning and grinding her pelvis into your hand slowly to help you stimulate her as your fingertips worked neatly.
Just as she was getting into it, thinking you was going to work her to another climax with your fingers, you stood up and leaned over her, slipping out of her and grabbing her slender legs to lift them from where they still dangled over the bed. You pulled them up and threw them over your shoulders, pressing yourself against the back of her thighs as you reached down to line yourself up and in an instant thrust inside her. Jennie gasped in surprise as you immediately buried yourself inside her, her body offering no resistance or hesitation, just letting you bury every inch of cock into her tight body in a single stroke.
âFuck,â she muttered with a shuddering breath, trying to take it in as her eyes squeezed shut, the shiver spreading through her body as it all overtook her. You shook in similar pleasure, the feel of her slick, tight pussy just too much as you delved inside her, feeling her gorgeous body rubbing over every sensitive millimeter of your manhood.
âFuck thatâs nice,â you mumbled, closing your eyes and just relishing the sensations as you pulled back and started thrusting into her, taking your time to be slow but powerful. Effortlessly drove yourself into her, your hips pressing to hers as she took you balls deep and grunted with every pump, feeling you shove into her completely and nudge her cervix as you bottomed out. She just flopped back on the bed and enjoyed letting you fuck her, loving your thick cock inside her, how it stretched her out and pulsed inside her velvet tunnel. Jennie could tell you were absolutely loving it, loving getting your hands on her, loving taking your bitchy boss down, loving getting your rocks off and turning the tables on her for the night.
And she did too. She hated that you had so much control over her but she couldnât resist, knowing you had her since you could mention it to the right people and her fiancĂ© might find out and you obviously had long since given up caring if she got you fired for this. She wasnât going to, she had too much to lose and frankly was enjoying herself; she figured if she kept up her end of this deal then you wouldnât say shit to anyone. Except her.
âFucking love this donât you?â you asked, making her point immediately.
âUh huh,â she groaned with a smile, bracing herself on the bed underneath as your pace picked up and you started to thump harder against her ass as you drove yourself into her. You relished the feel of her, the slippery sensations, pulsing and flexing your cock inside her as you worked your hips to give her every last bit of it. She was certainly enjoying it as she rolled her hips on you, doing her best given the way you were holding her legs and restraining her movements, the idol just using her significant muscle tone to resist and shove against you to rock her body.
You smiled down at her, loving her toned and lithe body as she held herself tight and worked her pelvis, tight abs looking delectable as she did, tilting her hips down with every ever-accelerating thrust into her. Your pace picked up but you were in full control, calm and cool, your cock hard and up to the task as you fucked the gorgeous Idol. Didnât let the fact that this was something that would likely never have happened, not letting the moment overwhelm or overexcite as you pumped into her, confident in your endurance as she gasped and groaned in sheer pleasure beneath, just giving up to the enjoyment of it all and letting herself feel every thrust and motion of it.
You pushed your hands up under her knees then pressed them back onto her, rolling her hips back and pinning her legs down over her as you used her impressive, gym-honed flexibility to bend her into the position you wanted. Jennie was pinned down as your helpless fuckdoll now as you leaned right over her and started to fuck harder, pumping much faster and shorter into her as you suddenly picked up the pace to thump your thick cock into her hungry pussy with greater intensity. You surprised her by leaning down between her legs and kissing her, drawing her into a hot, hurried lip lock, tongues battling noisily as you never let up with your pumping, never disturbed or disrupted, hand still pinning her legs back under her knees as you both made out hungrily.
You pulled away from her and stood back up, thrusting into her harder and more intently, making her grunt at a twinge from her cervix as you plunged especially deep before she was lost to the pleasure of your thrusting into her hard and fast. Using the entire length of your cock, slammed back and forth rapidly, stimulating every nerve ending she had it felt like as her pussy just lit up around you, loving the feel of you fucking her hard now. The renewed angle meant you shoved up against her G-spot more effectively, the contours and ridges of your cock gliding and grinding over the sensitive patch to make her pussy clench.
You knew exactly what you were doing, knowing exactly how to fuck to give the maximum pleasure to women and Jennie Kim was no different. She was proving it as she gasped faster underneath, loving how you pinned her down and slammed your cock into her, your pace much faster now as you ploughed her with your thick, rock hard cock. She felt the same characteristic tingle again of an impending orgasm; it made her angry at herself, at her body that she would love it so much as to come again so soon and validate how you was fucking her. Jennie didnât want to show you how much she enjoyed this, knowing it would only embolden you, but the bottom line was your cock and energy were just fantastic.
She grunted again and shuddered, body tightening up in pre-orgasmic tension, knowing youâd see it and just fuck harder. Absolutely correct, her body rocked harder as you shoved into her and pushed her down into the bed, pinning her legs back to her shoulders now as you leaned down on her heavily and thumped your hips into her to bury your cock over and over again into her hot, sweet pussy.
âGonna come, Jennie?â you asked teasingly, smiling with smug satisfaction. She just turned her head away onto the bed as she blushed, feeling the heat in her cheeks to match the rush of sensations building from her G-spot as you fucked her. And you were fucking her, not making love to her or anything tender like that, pinning her on her back on the bed and slamming your thick cock into her like she needed. It only took another minute or so of that treatment, the shape and ridges of your thick head rubbing relentlessly over her most intimate spot to bring her to climax, making her tremble then shudder on the bed underneath.
You gave a contently laugh as you saw her quake in pleasure, whole body shaking as her eyes clenched shut and her fingernails dug into the bedding again as another orgasm hit her. It wasnât as intense as it had been previously but it was still good, being fucked to climax was always something she enjoyed so it was all she wanted in that moment and you didnât disappoint. As she came you fucked harder and faster, pounding her intensely for a few seconds as she wailed her pleasure to the motel room, clinging to the bed and pushing herself into you to take every possible inch of your cock as her body bucked and shook, abs clenching, jumping and shaking underneath your relentless thrusts as she gave in to another orgasm.
Unlike when youâd fucked her in the car in cramped doggy style, the squeezing and gripping of her pussy didnât set your own climax off. You had more stamina than that, especially now after getting into it and simply fucked her through her orgasm then slowed as she couldnât stand it any further, giving a final few thrusts and then stepping back to slowly, and teasingly slip your cock out of her until it jumped in front of her. Not that she could see it, her head still back into the bedding with her eyes closed as she took deep breaths in the wake of another hit of ecstasy.
That was until slapped her across the chest, your hand connecting with her perky breast to make it bounce and jiggle. Jennieâs eyes popped open as she gasped sharply as the sharp, completely unexpected pain shot through her, the sting spreading through her skin as it pimpled up and her nipple twisted up harder again. Her dark brown eyes fixed on you intently as she cried out harder in shock when you hit her from the other side, slapping her other breast to make it jiggle in turn as you struck her. She wanted to protest, to complain and tell you not to, how dare you treat her like that....but she didnât. She couldnât. It stung, the blows of your hands swatting at her gorgeous body as you were emboldened by her silence and started hitting her again.
The sting turned to pleasure and she shivered as her skin pricked across her body, hairs standing on end as she gave a deep, shuddering gasp, her eyes squeezing shut again as she embraced the different sensations of your hands slapping down onto her. Knowing she was enjoying it only made you smile and urged you to keep on, hitting her a bit harder, faster and more intently, your fingertips biting into her skin a little as you added a hint of pink to her skin. She shook on the bed as her nails dug into the sheets again as she let the intensity of it all wash over her, just breathing hard, hungrily in pleasure and pain, almost tempted to tell you to stop...but more tempted to beg you for more.
Men never treated her like this, your hands moving over her body as you expanded to slap down her sides and over her toned tummy. She tensed up from the bed as you did, reacting to the pain pulsing her mid-section as she twisted underneath you in ambivalent sensations that rushed through her. Your pace and speed picked up in a rush that made her not know where to turn, metaphorically speaking, until she let out a ragged cry of pain and shock as you reached up and slapped her across the face. She took a momentary shocked look at you then clenched her eyes shut again as you slapped her again, your energy lessened, being a bit more careful as you made her flinch.
âJust donât leave any marks on me,â she gasped hurriedly as you paused for a moment. She didnât take the chance to tell you to stop, to beg for mercy or complain it hurt. No, all she did was ask that you didnât leave anything on her that sheâd have to explain to the make-up girl the following day and essentially give you the green light to continue mistreating her. Jennie was rewarded with a harder slap to her face, wincing as another then another rained down on her then another, your hands picking up a rhythm to deliver a series of fast, increasingly harder slaps to her pretty face as she gasped and endured it.
When you stopped her cheeks were a healthy pink and her eyes were watering again, her ruined make-up running just a bit more over your handiwork as you leaned back up from her to leave her gasping and at your mercy beneath you. Her pussy was so wet that you could easily slide back inside her, something you took advantage of to make her inhale sharply as she felt your thick cock slip into her velvet folds once more. You drove full depth for a moment, giving her a few thrusts and then pulling back out again as she opened her eyes and leaned up, looking down to see you pull out of her as her chest heaved. She was caught off guard as you suddenly reached up and delivered a hard, final slap across her face, making her yell out as the pain really bit into her, tingle of pleasure gone as you caught her flush.
âIâm gonna fuck you in the ass now,â you said casually, standing up away from her and giving a slight stretch.
âWhat?â Jennie blurted out, unsure sheâd heard you properly as the sting faded from her face, pushing her elbows into the mattress to lean up.
âYour ass, Iâm gonna fuck it,â you reiterated, calm and clear so she was in no doubt. She wasnât, and that was a problem; she didnât like anal sex, she never had after trying it and finding it painful and uncomfortable, not to mention she hated giving up that much control in doing it.
âI donât like anal sex,â she said quickly, âit hurts and just....I donât,â she finished a little lamely.
âWell thatâs too bad,â you replied with a slight shrug, her concerns dismissed as easily as that.
âCome on, do you have to?â She tried to convince you not to bother.
âHave to? No of course not,â you said, giving her a glimmer of hope, âBut I want to,â you finished, crushing it.
âAfter the shit you gave me earlier, I deserve to, Iâve always wanted to,â you smiled, reaching out to play your fingers over her toes, tickling her playfully. She had nothing else to say, simply looking into your eyes and giving a small nod to submit to it, knowing you called the shots and was certainly good at that, having her under the thumb as you urged her to slide back up the bed, following her on as her feet retreated. You were fired up, in control and dominating her, getting everything you wanted as her resistance simply seemed to crumble away. The idol looked up at you with wide eyes, waiting for your next move as you smiled and grabbed her hips.
You threw her over onto her front, surprising her with your strength as you took control and easily turned her slight, slender figure over where you wanted her, grabbing her ass with a hard squeeze, spreading it apart to reveal her tight asshole and making her juicy pussy lips pry open just a little.
âMm this is gonna be fun,â you murmured to yourself though she could hear it as your hands hooked under her pelvis to pull her back up on her knees into a perfect doggy style position for you to plunder her most secret, sensitive treasures. She didnât resist, resigning herself to it now and knowing that without a doubt you were gonna fuck her in the ass; sheâd never liked anal sex, having tried it and hated it, finding it painful and not in any way satisfying. The guys sheâd tested it out with just treated her like a fuck toy which probably didnât help and the second they felt her tight ass on their cock they lost all care for her wants or needs and had just gone straight at it way too hard and fast for her to handle, resulting in tears and complaints...and refusal to ever do it again. On top of that she hated giving up so much control, submitting completely for it and feeling so dominated, that was something she really didnât like.
But here she was, about to get fucked in the ass again as you yanked her back into place and shoved down on her back to make her arch into the perfect, most vulnerable position. She was yours now and just took a deep breath, settling her knees into the bedding as you pulled up behind her, your cock sticking up rock hard as you relished the chance, spitting thickly into your hand and reaching down to rub it over her asshole as she twitched at the somewhat unexpected touch. You slicked what was left over the tip of your rock hard cock and then grabbed the base, thick dick surging in your hand as your other grabbed her hip to pull her back in place, pressing yourself to her. It was the moment of truth for Jennie, about to get fucked in the ass again for the first time in years.
You wasted no time on her, in charge and holding her still as you pushed against her tightest hole; it was a unique sensation and one she had no idea how to prepare for, having never really had any interest in doing so. Jennie tried her best as you pushed forward, willing herself to resist even as her body subconsciously tightened up to resist you, her asshole is tight and strong as you guided your cock and shoved forward to try and penetrate her. You slipped over her a few times, applying more energy and weight to her as your cock took advantage of a brief lapse in her resistance and spread her asshole to drive in.
Jennie let out a cry and yanked forwards, pulling out of your grasp before you even got inside her, the stretch of her sphincter sending a sharp bolt of pain through her and making her instinctively get away from it, rocking forward on her knees so your cock slipped back out. You gave her a moment then pulled her back up into position, hand hooked under her pelvis to try and keep a more commanding hold of her.
âYou need to relax,â you said, your only guidance throughout this. If it hurt it was her problem and you really could only do so much but didnât want her to dislike it, after all it was only a positive if she enjoyed it. You just wanted to experience her tight asshole stretched around your cock and plunder her ass on this, your one opportunity to have at Jennie Kim. She settled herself again as you took aim and pushed at her once more, your tip working into the muscular ring of her asshole and pressing against her resistance again, ready to squeeze yourself inside. Your hand pulled hard into her hips as you shoved forwards, leaning over her this time as you forced your cock down into her asshole, catching her a little by surprise somehow and getting the jump on her muscles to pop your cock inside her. Your bulbous head popped inside her, breaking through her tightest resistance to jerk blissfully inside her, loving how it felt around your cock head, tingling your nerves perfectly as she clenched on you.
That was the peak of it however as she yanked forward again, her strength surprising as she pulled out of your grip once more and off your cock, making it spring out of her once more as she dipped towards the bed and clenched with a near howl of pain at her ring being forced open so abruptly again. You surged over her, energy wasted as you gave a growl of frustration, Jennie burying her face in the bedding as she winced at the sharp, intense pain hitting her.
âFucks sake,â you snapped, leaning up then reaching out and laying a hard smack straight on her ass, making her clench and scream in pain, your fingers flexing to deliver every bit of power into small, intent points of pressure. It was frustrations boiling over a little, knowing she could do this if she let herself.
âBehave, Jennie, you can do this,â you said authoritatively, angry but in charge, cooling yourself as you dominated her, just knowing that sheâd respond even if she didnât love it. Your hands grabbed her again and yanked her back, harder and more focused than before, making clear that you wouldnât stand for her playing up any more. You meant it too, holding her so hard it almost hurt as your fingers dug into her tanned skin where you supported her, in total control of her as you positioned yourself again. You didnât lube her any more, figuring she didnât deserve it now as you guided your throbbing cock into position and leaned over her once more, intent on getting on with it now.
âNow hold still, just take it in,â you commanded but in a softer tone, holding her still and pressing your bulging head against her asshole, still rock hard despite the delays. You would not be denied the tight pleasure of her booty and with that eased forward slowly but powerfully to split her open, pressure building against her tight ring of muscle until you suddenly slipped in and she grunted as you were greeted by the hot, wet sensation of her pussy around you where youâd slid down into her. You pulled back, aiming yourself again and stabilising yourself more, hand right near your tip as you guided yourself to press hard at her ass, inexorably building until you felt her yielding and in a slow motion moment felt her stretch tightly around you, forced open reluctantly by your throbbing head as you broke her strength and entered her slowly.
You growled in pleasure, shivering at the ultra tight sensations of her wrapped around you as Jennie gave a muffled protest, body tensing in pain as it twinged through her intently and made her heart race. Tears pricked her eyes as the pain shuddered through her, lasting and not immediately subsiding as she felt pulse your cock, the hardest youâd ever been it seemed as you relished the moment. Your hand was still at her hip, holding her tightly in place so she couldnât escape as you made no offer of pulling back or giving her a break, instead letting her grab a single breath before pushing your weight down onto her and squeezing the rest of your cock into her ass in a long, continuous push until be buried yourself balls deep inside her while her restrained complaint became a cry of pain.
You relished the moment of getting to press your hips against her ass, feeling the pained spasm of her sphincter around your shaft as she struggled to deal with, her breaths hard and fast as she fought the pain. Ignoring it, you held her hips tightly lest she escaped and pulled back to start thrusting into her, drawing your cock back full length and then shoving it roughly inside her again, wasting no time with slow, steady thrusts to get her going and instead just going for it, pursuing your pleasure. You knew she didnât like it, she couldnât relax and just give it a go, but couldnât help the fact you did, shoving deeply into her again as she grunted in pain and flinched again.
âFuck, gimme a break,â she whined, eyes squeezed shut as a tear slid down her cheek, wishing she could relax but her body was just so tight that in that moment she had to endure as you held her like you owned her and pumped your hips against her ass to bury your full length inside her again and again. Every pull back let your thick head just bulge her asshole a little, making her body instinctively clench again, sending the pain back through her once more and just giving every bit of pleasure you wanted at her tightest hole. She felt fantastic and the fact she was hating it, as sheâd said she would, somehow made it hotter in a way and only spurred you on to fuck her harder, faster, more intently, more ferociously.
She could only complain more as you did just that, picking up the pace, slamming her harder so she rocked on the bed and had to brace herself into the covers. Jennie couldnât believe sheâd got into this situation frankly, down on her knees in a crappy motel, head buried in the sheets as a guy shoved his cock up her ass much to her dismay. It wasnât even like you were a producer or director, somebody that she might be sleeping with to advance her career or get ahead, it was just her driver, the guy that literally just drove her to set every day and then back to her own room at this piss poor place to stay. Instead she was in your room, with your cock up her ass.
And her pussy was dripping; she was the wettest sheâd been in years and frankly was afraid it would drip on the bed, her body so turned on despite her pain that if you wanted, she was sure you could easily bury four fingers inside her. It made her both hugely turned on and utterly humiliated, that something she hated so much just made her pussy so wet, so ready, her clit rock hard in arousal at your vicious penetration of her asshole. Your balls compressed against her pussy with every thrust, her juices coating your cock to give her away and exactly how much her body was enjoying this, this domination, this utter ownership she was giving in as you fucked her in the ass for the first time in years.
She would be angry and deep down she was -- at herself. Jennie knew she had instigated this even if sheâd never expected it to go so far; she had given you the invitation, goading and taunting you into fucking her, quite literally inviting only for you to take it and give her one of the roughest, hardest fucks sheâd ever had and that she hadnât realised sheâd needed. From there out youâd taken control and that was how sheâd found herself here, her protests falling hopelessly on deaf ears as youâd taken her to task and got her into this position. And worse still she loved it, absolutely relishing the way you were just fucking her as your plaything, having complete control of her as you could cause a lot of problems if she didnât play along. That was merely a sideshow now as frankly she didnât want you to stop, even if she hated admitting that.
Sheâd given herself to you on a silver platter and you were loving every bite, getting a most primal go at your boss and you werenât wasting a moment of it. Your fingers dug into her supple flesh, flexing your cock as your heart pumped hard, slamming your hips forward again and again to drive your manhood inside the prone idol. It shoved a deep, guttural cry of pain from her every time you slammed against her, her ass jiggling perfectly as you gave her every inch of yourself, stretching her out a little bit more than she could handle every time to make her twinge in pain. You just murmured with pleasure, smiling down as sweat prickled all over her, her head buried in the bedding.
You loved how taut her muscles were, fingers dug into the cloth as she braced herself, forehead pressed hard into it as she tried to absorb it. The strangely pleasurable sensations of anal sex were getting through to her now, something sheâd rarely experienced in the past before sheâd pulled the plug, but they were still accompanied by pain that electrified her body with every, faster, hungrier, more intense thrust into her. She was managing to relax herself somewhat however and that only made things better, giving a mumble of near pleasure that made you hard as rock, feeling your cock strain inside her as you heard it. Jennie immediately blushed, not that you could see it, chastising herself for enjoying it at all but worse letting you see that she was. She was adamant she hated this and to let herself tremble with pleasure from it, even for a moment, would only encourage you to fuck her harder.
You hardly needed encouragement though as your own pleasure drove to do just that, loving how you could just rock her hips back as you worked your own to plunge the full depth of yourself into her, thick cock just plunging into her overwhelmed, defeated asshole. Rocking her in unison with your rhythm helped up the pace whilst keeping your length in full use, the best of both worlds as to let your head strain her hole still, making it bulge before you buried yourself again. You tried that a little too vigorously on one stroke however and popped out of her, sliding up over her ass as she gave a gasp to match your own, the sensation unexpected. Jennie felt empty, out of sync and then utterly degraded as you took a moment to grab her ass and spread it wide, making her exhausted, loosened asshole gape wide open.
âFuck, look at that,â you breathed, in both wonder and arousal, loving how sheâd gone from an uptight, resisting attitude to now having her hole gaped completely. Jennie felt the blood rush to her face, angry and embarrassed as you held her open, giving a token squeeze to try and clench her asshole shut but even she felt the futility of it, her tired muscles barely managing it before it sagged wide again. You just laughed smuttily to yourself, loving having her like this as you grabbed your cock and aimed it again, pushing inside her with barely any resistance from her as she stretched out and let you plunge deeply into her ass again. On the plus side, it barely hurt now, ass warmed up and taking it even if sheâd never wanted that.
You held her hips firmly and fucked hard, knowing she wouldnât try and escape now, her will and resistance broken as you pumped your cock in and out of her ass as she hated herself for feeling a bit of enjoyment. Having made a fuss about it, she couldnât now admit she was liking it or ask you not to stop, that would just be shame she couldnât stand. Besides, she was pretty sure you knew with how wet her pussy was. You were well aware and it only spurred to keep fucking her hard and fast, rocking her body perfectly in rhythm with yours as if you two been screwing for years, cock plunging deep inside her, feeling her heat and the delectable sensations around every nerve ending on your cock. It was hot, but you wanted to see her work for it and with that you leaned back and pulled her as she gave a mumble of confusion.
âCome on, youâre gonna ride this cock,â you said, leaning back and pulling her on top of your hips, sliding deep inside her as she sat back on you a little awkwardly while you kicked your legs out under her to stretch on the bed. She mumbled and shifted around with difficulty, fumbling to get her feet out from under her and position her knees properly so she could ride as she was ordered to While your hands pinned her ass down on you so she couldnât escape. Jennie shoved her hands down on top of your knees and steadied herself then with an unsure, testing movement rocked her hips and lifted up a little to slide your cock in and out of her ass, pressing her firm booty back down as you smiled in pleasure.
âYeah thatâs it,â you murmured, watching her lovely figure as she got started, holding her hips more commandingly than physically, hands just letting her know you are in control more than anything else. Feeling it out, Jennie rocked up and down carefully, just taking in the different penetration of your cock in her ass, the angle and aim changed, stimulations different as she rocked on you. Getting more confident of where you were and realizing she could still feel your bulging head as it tugged at her asshole, she started riding a bit harder and longer, working her sphincter up and down your cock as it clung tightly. You were pleased as she got into it more, breathing intently, focused on her task as she pushed up onto her knees and rested her hands on her own thighs to change the angle and let her push down into you much more effectively.
âYeah thatâs good,â you groaned, loving the suddenly more intent, stimulating push down of her onto your cock, her ass squeezing around you as she drove down and got full depth. She didnât complain at the pain or anything now, having subsided and despite the general lack of lube she was finding it pretty easy to work herself up and down, her muscles having long since given up the fight, stretched and exhausted. It was then that she looked up into the room more, taking in things as she rode you and realized she could see herself pretty clearly in the mirror of the bathroom where youâd left the light on. She could see her slender, sweat-pricked body as she rocked up and down, her face streaked with dark tears from her eye make-up, firm breasts with hard nipples topping them above her toned abs as she worked on your cock.
Jennie hated seeing it, seeing herself working to pleasure and to please you, thighs tight as she pumped her ass up and down on your cock, to let you enjoy anal sex with her. She couldnât tear her gaze away instantly and just watched herself riding it, shoving herself down harder, faster, more intently as if to punish herself as she stared into her own eyes; she hated doing this even if it didnât hurt now, hated it even more that she was kind of enjoying it now and wasnât only doing it for you now, she knew she was doing it for her and that stung her even worse. Her face flushed as her cheeks burned with her embarrassment and anger at herself, spurring her however to thrust down hard and faster into you as she felt your fingers at her hips and heard a grunt of pleasure.
âMm fuck, just like that,â you growled, loving her energy as she worked at you, finally averting her eyes from her gaze and looking down at the bed, at her fingers as they strained on her thighs to brace herself and allow her to work harder at your cock. Regardless of the fact she hated what she was doing and how sheâd got herself into this position, she couldnât deny it felt good; her nipples were tight and her clit was throbbing in need, pussy still dripping wet and just waiting for stimulation. She couldnât resist and pulled her hand up to her crotch, letting her fingertips play over her mound for a moment before she pushed it confidently down over her lips and let her middle digit drive straight down over exactly where it needed to be.
Her shudder and groan was like heaven to you, watching Jennie Kim shake in pleasure at the mere touch of her clit as she rode your cock, taking in her slender back and gorgeous ass as her strong, toned thighs pushed her up and down to work you into her booty. You loved the sight of your cock disappearing into her ass, her tight ring hugging it before it disappeared from view as she sat down on you every time. Your hands merely followed and caressed her now as she got into it, her fingers getting moving as her rhythm picked up again, riding you just as hard as her digits started to circle her clit. Jennie grunted in pleasure, her asshole twitching and grabbing at you to slow her just a little bit as she just instinctively got into her, seeming to know exactly what she was doing and how to co-ordinate herself as her fingers started to dance.
You just laid back to enjoy as the idol got into it, seeing her glance up to herself in the mirror as she did; Jennie took herself in, knelt over hip and reciprocating her hips as she drove your thick cock into her ass, feeling your bulging head delving deep inside her as her fingers worked fairly furiously at her clit, unable to help herself and chasing the pleasure it brought. Her ass was squeezing and gripping at you like she hadnât before as she throbbed and mumbled in pleasure, her breathing harder, faster, more insistent as the pleasure flooded through her quickly. She hadnât realized how hot and horny she was, not directly at least, somewhat unsure, almost hoping that her dripping pussy didnât mean she was loving getting fucked in the ass as much as she feared she was. Touching her clit had answered that question in a single stroke and only spurred her to chase more of it, looking at herself in the mirror as she rubbed intently and thumped her body down into you.
âFuck thatâs it, donât stop,â you smiled, loving how the famous idol was just losing herself to it and giving you all her energy now. She just moaned a non-committal response as she practically ignored your thick, hard erection buried in her ass as she bounced up and down and rubbed furiously at her pussy. Her fingers wasted no time with anything but her clit, circling around it and strumming across it, working in the most direct way she knew, the way she got herself off when she didnât have time for sex with her fiancĂ© and just wanted release. Your hands pulled at her hips and laid token spanks on her ass as she went at it, just enthralled at her change to going for it and forgetting her protests as she rode hard and frigged herself for all she was worth.
Hard breaths and the sound of her booty driving against your cock was all that broke the silence of the motel room for a minute as she wound herself up, orgasm not taking long to achieve in the heat of it all. She stole a last glance at herself and scolded herself for being such a whore, getting fucked in the ass and rubbing her clit to it but soon looked away and focused on what she was doing. With a few more seconds of stimulation that seemed to stretch on way longer, she gave a shake, tensing up as she held back her climax as it rushed up on her, sharp and intense, much like the fuck she was taking and she gave several hard, short thrusts to bury your cock as deep in her ass as she could while her finger went mad on her delicate clit.
She wailed loudly as she hit her peak, suddenly erupting as she shook and collapsed as the strength in her legs failed, burying your cock deep as she shuddered violently, her hips bucking and shoving forwards, ass squeezing intently at your cock to make you throb as she quaked. Her fingers never stopped throughout, just cranking every last drop of her climax as her eyes squeezed shut and her breath caught in her throat, her orgasm just hitting her so much harder than she expected and making her grind down into the pleasure of it with everything she had. You just held her hips as she rocked on you, immensely turned on to see her come with your cock in her ass like this when sheâd protested over it initially.
âFuckâŠâ she mumbled, a small admission to how incredible itâd felt to reach her peak as it ended, her fingers stopping on her clit even as she wished she could continue, too delicate in the wake of it as she rocked her hips and squeezed her ass a little before trying to keep riding your cock. Her legs were weak, shaky, unable to commit strength as she tried to push up and only achieved weak, uncoordinated motions, struggling to catch her breath and get back to it like she knew you wanted. All you wanted was for her to stimulate your cock hard and fast like she had been; watching her ride then come furiously all over was one of the hottest things youâd ever seen and your cock still rock hard and ready to pump her to the finish now.
With a sharp push you lifted yourself off the bed and rolled her over, Jennie giving a cry of surprise as you surged beneath her and flipped her onto her front, pinning her down on the bed and burying your cock deeper than it had ever been. She flinched and blurted out an expression of pain as you pinned her down, taking complete control of her again, dominating her tired form as you shoved your hands down on her shoulders to shove her into the bedding. Wasting no time, you started to pump your hips and slam down into her with intent and purpose, your cock throbbing hard in pre-orgasmic bliss thanks to her erotic ride moments before.
You held her down, ignoring her muffled complaints as you slammed into her ass harder than sheâd ever experienced and took every bit of pleasure her clenching, overwhelmed asshole had to offer as your cock slid in and out of her in a blur. Strokes were short and sharp, pounding down into her with just a couple of inches of your manhood as you chased your pleasure now, wanting to completely overwhelm and exhaust her in the process. You had no problem doing just that as the gasping idol couldnât keep up, slumped on the bed underneath with her fingers dug into the bed at her sides as you fucked her now, just being your submissive fuckdoll in your final seconds of smashing your cock into her gorgeous body.
Jennie just whined in pain and pleasure as you hammered down into her, your cock rock hard, the stiffest sheâd felt it as you pounded her hard and slapped your hips into her ass with an intensity sheâd not felt in years. No guy had fucked her so hard or with such abandon in so long that it was almost like a new experience again and she could only cling to the bed and groan, grunt and gasp her way to your completion. Your cock strained harder, flexing in a familiar way that told you the end was close as you thumped against her, spurring you to find a final gear that meant you slammed your cock into her clenching, tired ass as hard and fast as you could, somehow stepping up from your already intense pace that that was making her whine and pushed a strained, struggled noise from her.
You absolutely pounded on her, hips slapping into her ass as you tried to bury her into the mattress for a few seconds before she felt a characteristic pulse and knew it was over -- only to be shocked and thrown for a loop as you suddenly yanked out of her and jumped up with energy sheâd never had expected. Jennie gasped and whimpered desperately, hungrily for your cock in her ass, squeezing and clenching at nothing as you suddenly moved over her, completely lost as you withdrew and looking up to see where you were. It only gave you the perfect position to grab her head, fingers twisting into her hair to yank her purposefully to you and straight onto your cock, forcing it deep into her throat before she could react, only time left to choke and gag.
It was the first time she had ever done ass to mouth and she heaved, gagging deeply in shock and thought of it, tasting herself as you shoved your thick cock as deep into her throat as you could manage. With her overwhelmed by it all she couldnât get a handle on it and it left her vulnerable to your thrusts which you took advantage of with abandon, holding her head tightly and thrusting your cock hard into her throat, loving how she struggled and gagged. The tightening around your cock was simply heaven, a cherry on top after plundering her tight asshole, not that it was as tight after your efforts and now you just wanted your finish. Pumping hard into her mouth as she gagged, choked and coughed, body heaving as she grimaced at her first ass-to-mouth, absolutely hating that youâd made her do it while your cock throbbed on her tongue.
Jennie had no chance to complain however as you gave her no opportunity, giving a final shove deep into her throat so her nose pressed into you and then yanking back out of her sharply. She coughed on the withdraw and was just drawing her breath as you jerked your cock ferociously, on the brink and taking just a couple of seconds to stimulate your cock on the brink as you aimed it at her face. You yanked her head into place and held her with her hair as she gave a yelp of pain, barely registering what you were doing in time to squeeze her eyes shut for your first hot, thick spurt to hit her across the nose. You let out a huge groan of pleasure, of release and ecstasy as you jerked your hard cock to explode repeatedly over her pretty face, Jennie wincing and growling in distaste as your viscous eruptions burst over her to hit her forehead, cheeks, eyes and lips as you emptied your balls powerfully onto her.
âFuuuckâ you breathed, heart pounding and your legs shaking as you worked the last of your load out and wiped it over her puffy, bee stung lips to her displeasure, giving a final clench and then sagging back on your knees, releasing her so her head dropped. She caught herself before she hit the bed and made a mess, pulling her head up and opening one eye, all she could manage, as you turned and sat back onto the bed. You breathed hard and let the relief and pleasure hit, tingling through you as the gorgeous idol pushed up to sit on the side of the bed as she grabbed for some tissues on the side table. Jennie fumbled with a handful and shoved them to her face, soaking up your load as it started to run down her face and mix with her ruined make-up, wiping it out of her eye then off her lips.
âFuck that was good,â you murmured, sagging back onto the bed.
âHope you got what you wanted,â she mumbled, not wanting to acknowledge quite how much sheâd enjoyed it.
âNot entirely,â you replied, making her to look at you indignantly.
âNot entirely?â she questioned, angry in that moment and figuring surely youâd had your fill of her.
âNo, weâll fuck again in the morning. Go get cleaned up, we need some sleep,â you said with a cheeky wink, slumping back onto the bed as she glared at you, unnoticed, before standing up and stalking awkwardly to the bathroom to wash her face. A splash with cold water made her feel fresher, relieving her sweaty, come-splattered face though her ass ached like sheâd never felt before, figuring it was how it felt to get properly fucked in the ass. By the time she walked back into the bedroom you were already under the sheets and dozing off, leaving Jennie little choice but to slide in next to you. She was rewarded with a cuddle, being drawn under your arm as she got in before falling asleep far easier than she expected.
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The night flew by in relaxed, sated sleep for both of you, Jennie awakening and wondering initially where she was, not recognizing the room entirely. It was similarly decorated but not the same as her own room and that just took her a second to remember exactly where she was and how sheâd got there. She was also reminded as she moved and immediately felt a twinge from her ass, sphincter giving her a wakeup call to bring back all the memories from exactly what sheâd done the night before, her pussy aching as well from how hard youâd pounded her. It was a while since sheâd woken up like this, feeling the after effects of an intense fucking the night before and it was a sensation she missed, wishing she could feel it more often as you stirred beside her and woke up, rolling over to her.
âGood morning, Jennie,â you said with a smile.
âMorning,â she replied a little unsure of herself in that moment, âand thatâs boss to you,â she added, wanting to take control again.
âNot yet it isnât,â you answered, immediately quashing her intention to take charge somewhat as you rolled to her and slid your hand over her hip, up her tummy to squeeze her breast as she gasped. You were exactly the same with her as youâd been the night before, interested in only one thing from her and she responded, shivering a little as she secretly had to admit to herself that she loved how you treated her. You werenât wasting any time and only wanted to fuck her, which was flattering in its own way even if she shouldnât have liked it.
âAlready hard,â she murmured with a smile as she felt you push your erection against her, nestling it in her ass as your hand squeezed her chest, your teeth biting down into her shoulder as she shivered and gave in to how turned on her was making her, pussy already wet and waiting for you.
âOf course, got to enjoy every minute of this,â you replied quietly, hand pushing over her toned tummy to tease at her near-smooth labia.
âBefore I become your boss again,â she breathed, somehow wanting to remind you of the fact that she was in charge of you usually and that this was a one-off opportunity youâd cultivated for yourself.
âYouâll be the boss again when I let you,â you growled playfully, making her gasp as your hand connected with her ass for a firm, meaningful slap that tingled her and only turned her on more.
âSo boss me around,â she breathed, quietly, almost not letting the whisper escape her mouth, not wanting to let you hear it. She knew you had though as you swiftly reached up and grabbed her throat, giving a squeeze that made her breath catch momentarily before you released her, Jennie shuddering hard as a tingle raced through her body, your hands at her hips now as you threw the covers off and rolled her back over towards you. You grabbed her wrist and directed her hand onto your thick, throbbing cock which she immediately gripped and started stroking, being your obedient little fucktoy without hesitation as grabbed her tits again hard to make her wince before you lay back.
âRide,â you commanded, already urging her as she started to move. The idol pushed up from the bed to immediately obey, getting her knees under her and throwing her leg over to mount you and get in position, pressing her delightfully hot pussy down into your throbbing cock. You let her do her thing as she reached down for your cock and held it up as she rocked her pelvis forward in readiness. Jennie slowly let herself down and teased the tip of your cock over herself, spreading her abundant juices around it before she let herself sink down steadily to ease her inside and let your size spread and stretch her aching pussy.
You bulged out her velvet walls as she sank down, giving a groan as she descended and felt the blissful sensation of your cock inside her once more -- she couldnât deny she liked it. Jennie let herself push down to take your cock all the way in with a single stroke, pushing herself the last couple of inches to make her vagina open up fully, wanting to feel every bit of it, flexing hard inside her as you felt her love tunnel envelope before clamping down, loving the feel of how her pussy gripped your cock. Her murmurs of pleasure only turned you on more and you watched as she started to ride, slowly lifting up then sinking down again, taking it fully as she pulled right up until it almost popped out of her before driving into you to grind her clit against you, eyes closing in pleasure as she got into her steady rhythm.
âFaster, come on, ride it,â you commanded, slapping the side of her ass to spur her on, breaking her concentration for a moment and making her motions stutter before she composed herself and resumed harder and faster. She started pumping her hips down into you with an intensity and pace that you relished, stimulating your cock perfectly for a morning fuck as her gorgeous, snug pussy fit around you perfectly. Jennie leaned down onto your shoulders, her eyes shut with a look of concentration on her face as she worked her hips, her abs tightening and tensing as she rolled her hips and thrust down to take every inch of your cock inside her with quicker strokes. She was lost to the pleasure of it all as she rode it firmly, right up until her phone started ringing and shattered her focus. You both ignored it initially, then it rang again, causing Jennie to lean over and see who it was.
âItâs my producer,â she said, looking back down at you underneath her, her pace slowing for a moment as your hands held her hips.
âSo?â you replied.
âItâs probably important, he never usually calls me in the morning,â she said.
âSo answer it,â you replied with a smile.
âWhat? Like this?â she said, looking back down at you with wide eyes.
âSure, why not?â you teased, when it was obvious why not.
âIâve never answered the phone in the middle of sex before,â she said as it stopped ringing again, only to start ringing again almost immediately.
âSeems like he really wants you,â you said, working your hips to pump up to meet Jennie as she continued to fuck, riding you on autopilot.
âYou gonna stop so I can answer this?â she asked.
âNot on your life,â you said, gripping her hips tightly and pulling her down harder, making it clear she was going to fuck you till it was done right now.
â...Fuck,â she said, holding the phone up and knowing she was going to have to answer it.
âItâs a video call,â she said, only making you laugh somewhat as she swept her hair back and tried to make herself look vaguely presentable.
âDonât do anything, this is serious,â she chastised you, squeezing her pussy and riding in short strokes to minimize her movements as she took a deep breath and answered the phone.
âGood morning,â she said clearly, her practiced, PR friendly voice on point.
âGood morning, Jennie,â said her producer, unseen by you as Jennie rode you with her phone turned the other way, doing her best not to make her movements visible on the call.
âWhatâs going on?â she questioned, wanting to cut straight to the point and keep this quick.
âJust wanted a quick check in, I heard there were problems on set yesterday, not the smooth kind of process weâre looking for,â he said to her.
âYeah there were some disagreements,â she replied tersely, remembering how it had upset her...and led her to make the mistake that brought her onto her drivers cock.
âWell thatâs not great, Jen,â he said, giving her a look of somewhat disappointment, âwe really need to keep things going well, is there anything up?â he added.
âNo no, itâs just a blip,â she replied quickly, stifling a mumble of pleasure and shivering a little as she pushed up to slow her riding, needing to stop before she gave herself away. Sheâd never done this, not to anybody, and to do it in front of her producers was scary but exhilarating. She knew she had to remain composed and not give away what she was doing, not that there was anything wrong with it per se but she simply couldnât afford to let anybody else know she was stepping out on her fiancĂ©.
âAre you alright, Jen? You seem flushed,â her producer asked, seeing her skin tone on the camera even with the half light of the motel room she was in.
âYeah yeah Iâm fine,â she said. At that moment you grabbed hold of her hips and shoved yourself upward to make her quake, barely suppressing a grunt as the stab of pleasure passed through her before you began to pound. You arched your body up, You arched your body up, heels dug into the mattress as you energized yourself, and slammed your hips up into hers, almost hanging from her hips, leaving her nowhere to go. Jennie felt the tingle and buzz go through her as she was fucked hard and faster, losing her composure and shuddering, fumbling the phone and struggling to hold onto it.
âYou donât look like it, want me to send someone over to check you out?â he offered, meaning some sort of medic that they had on the team.
âNo no, itâs just a bad connection,â she said, carefully but jerkily getting her thumb over the camera to block it out as she tried to slowly let out a breath and not focus on the sensations of your cock slamming into her.
âThe cameraâs gone off, are you there?â he replied, giving her the perfect out as she quickly pretended the signal had dropped.
âHello? Are you still there?â she asked, waiting a few seconds as he tried to get her to answer, trying to add to it with a couple of hammed-up crackling sounds before she hit the button the hang up and threw her phone aside.
âFuck you,â she breathed with a small laugh as she sank back down into you, shoving her hands back into your shoulders as your pulled up around the small of her back, pulling her down deeply into you as she focused all her concentration on your cock, started fucking it hard again. Her body rocked perfectly to slide you in and out of her juicy snatch, squeezing and clenching as she did, loving the way your cock pulsed inside her as you worked to pump your hips up into her and make her take every possible inch. Her phone rang again but she ignored it, no intention of answering it again as she hoped it hadnât in any way been possible to tell what she was really doing. It was then that she looked at the clock and began, realizing how short we had on time and how if we didnât finish this quickly, weâd be late for the set.
âShit, weâve got to get going,â she exclaimed, looking from the clock back at you.
âWeâre not done yet,â you said. Not a protest, a simple statement that reminded her she wasnât going anywhere until we were done fucking.
âBut weâll be late. Do you want someone to find out about this, really?â she asked, making a good point that suggested blowing this would likely not work out well for both of you.
âNo, I donât,â you said.
âThen letâs go,â she replied.
âWeâre not done. How about a shower? Weâll finish up in there as we get ready,â you said, seeming so cool and calm, full of useful and straight forward plans in that moment. Jennie looked back to the clock, then at you.
âDeal, come on,â she said, hopping off you as you released her hips and heading straight for the bathroom. You followed and enjoyed watching her firm ass jiggle as she dashed ahead of you and turned the shower on. The hot water cascaded down and she slipped into it, sighing in pleasure as the spray hit her feminine curves before you followed her in, hands sliding round her and squeezing at her breasts, pushing down her sides as she shoved back into your erection, ready for it to be inside her again. She wanted to enjoy the fuck but time was against it and she cared more about getting busted.
âPut it in,â she whispered, leaning against the wall and shoving her ass back in the most deliberate invitation youâd ever seen. And it was irresistible.
âDonât have to ask me twice,â you smiled as you grabbed your cock and stepped in to her, easily sliding to her pussy between her spread legs, arched back pushing it out ready for you to effortlessly slip into. Just a light push and you inside her, both groaning again as her velvet tunnel glided over the thick contours of your rock hard cock, your hands going to her hips to take a tight grip as you buried yourself inside her and then started to thrust. You worked your cock in and out of her, resuming the pace weâd had on the bed as we both got into it, Jennie shifting a bit and sinking lower, pushing her feet as wide as the shower tray would let her as you widened your stance to give yourself maximum stability.
âCome on fuck me, fuck me!â she said, louder than she intended to as she invited you to get on with it. You ignored her somewhat taking charge and simply dug your fingers into her flesh as you started to thrust, immediately shoving her forwards, seeing her muscles tighten as she braced herself against the tiles and pushed back against yours as you slammed your hips forward. We both groaned, Jennie harder than you as you started to fuck her hard and fast, pounding her with one intent now and that was completion and pleasure.
Your fingers were white with the pressure as you held her slippery body, hot water crashing down over us as you fucked her with hard, fast strokes. Your motions were short and intense, body slapping noisily against her booty as she jiggled in front of you, the idol just bracing herself and shoving back into you as the stimulation of being fucked from behind got to us both. It was so much more intense, hitting more nerve endings and doing the business for both of us when weâd already comprehensively warmed up with her riding on the bed. Your cock shoved deeply into her pussy, across the front wall of her vagina and her G-spot in a perfect manner, sending those deep, soulful tingles through her that she knew was a one way ticket.
Your hand slid up into her long, dark hair and grabbed a handful, yanking back to make her gasp gutturally, feeling a rush go through her, a tingle then quakes of pre-orgasmic tension, just letting it all hit her as you got her to the finish. You werenât far off yourself, your cock tingling and throbbing with every stroke of it into her gorgeous body, holding yourself back and focusing on getting her to the orgasm that was obviously on the brink. You were relieved when, after a few more seconds of thrusting, she shuddered violently and gasped hard, accelerating breaths before letting out a wail of pleasure as she came.
The orgasm hit her fast and she almost slipped, her foot losing grip on the wet floor of the shower as she trembled in pleasure, ecstasy washing over her as she shook and tingled all over, goosepimples spreading across her gorgeous body despite the hot spray of the shower cascading down over her. The clamping down of her pussy around your cock and the mental box checked meant your own climax followed swiftly on with a buck of your cock as you swelled rock hard. Jennie was treated to a few hard thrusts to amplify her own climax before she moaned in satisfaction as you jumped and unloaded inside of her, growling your pleasure in her ear as you shoved her forwards against the tiles and buried yourself deeply to empty every drop of your cum inside her.
She loved that youâd come inside her again, especially right before she went to work as she knew itâd be a naughty secret to feel your creampie leak out of her during the day. You slid back out of her, and she stood up, turning into your arms and meeting you for a deep, somewhat intimate kiss that felt so much more than what had come before.
And then it was over. You stepped back and got out of the shower, grabbing a towel and getting ready, leaving her to do the same. Jennie watched you leave then took charge of herself, knowing this incident was over and gave herself a quick wash down in the shower before following you out.
The next half an hour or so was hurried preparation to leave, neither one of us speaking as she got ready, taking much longer than you as she quickly dried and dressed, trying to dry her hair out and touch up a bit of make-up before we had to get a move on, time running out as she knew we had to get to set. She was rather embarrassed now, feeling awkward like she might after a one night stand, but also felt the most sexually satisfaction she had in months. It was a double edged sword she supposed.
With her dignity and attitude completely gone, our relationship having done a complete 180 in the last 12 hours or so, she headed down to the car with you and slid into the passenger seat as she usually did to let you drive her to work. She was the boss again now, but she didnât feel like it. You made good time, stepping on it a bit to get her on set in time so nothing looked amiss apart from the slightly bedraggled way she turned up on set, not that it mattered as she went straight into make-up to get tidied up for the days shooting.
The day went smoothly on set as she kept her head down and quietly got on with it, working well with the director to contrast with the previous days conflict, being cheerful and productive in a way that got everything done on time with no snags. Out of her earshot, the director flippantly commented to that perhaps she got fucked properly the previous night; he had no idea how right he was. Jennie just felt calm and relaxed, though she blushed when she saw her driver odd times during the day, thinking back to everything that had happened between us. Youâd completely taken advantage of the situation sheâd inadvertently created and sheâd loved it, just relishing how youâd treated her as she turned it over and over in her mind.
And she wanted it again.
There was no denying it, she needed it, lusted for it and was absolutely sure you would happily deliver. With that she steeled her mind to get it and thought about what she would do for you when her day in front of the camera was over. The rest of the shots went easily, no problems at all when she was just on autopilot and let herself be ordered around, something of a hangover of the night before which sheâd relished. Due to the efficiency they managed, they were actually finished around an hour early, with the director wrapping for the day and telling them they could all go and have a break as the next shots relied on brighter weather and the encroaching darkness was no use to them. Jennie gave her goodbyes and then headed for the wardrobe trailer to make a change.
You were waiting by the car as Jennie approached you, her long coat hiding her body as she smiled at you...then got into the back seat. You were curious as she hadnât done that since our first week together, hopping in behind the wheel and starting the engine as you looked back at her in the mirror. She stared at you as she took her coat off to reveal a short, tight dress that hugged her curves and barely made it onto her thighs, tits pushed up so they almost spilled out of it. Throwing her coat aside she spread her legs and lifted them a little so you got a glance up her skirt, seeing the see through panties that completely showed her off, her near-bald pussy that was all yours. You took your time checking her out, knowing she was there for you to look at as you took her in, along with her naughty smile.
âYouâre checking me out again,â she murmured.
âYeah, I am,â you replied, pulling away and managing to drive smoothly even as you stared at her in the mirror.
âGood,â she smiled, flicking her tongue. You accelerated away down the road, heading back for our motel once again, less than a whole day since everything had happened between us.
âI want you to fuck me hard again tonight,â she said quietly, meaningfully, the weight of her words clear. She wanted a repeat performance and probably plenty more, knowing you wouldnât talk and as long as she was covert, she could have her cake and eat it.
âNo problem, boss,â you said with a smile and flick of your eyebrows, playing to the fact she technically was, but it was clear she was giving you control out of hours now.
âGood, so whenever thereâs a good place to pull over, you know,â she said, reclining back into the seat, relaxing as she told you clearly she wanted an exact rerun of the day before.
âAbsolutely,â you replied, smiling to yourself as you focused on the road and pressed the throttle, cock already hardening. After all, you werenât going to disappoint your boss.
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ANNA. GIRL. I HAVE THE BEST IDEA EVER.
ok, so I was just listening to one of the girls by the Weeknd and I need the filthiest, most pantie soaking, mouth watering, sheet gripping smut about chris based off that song. only if you want though LMAO. also probably really unpopular opinion but chris is most DEFINITELY the dominant one during sex. anyway love you pretty girl!!
one of the girls
fwb! chris sturniolo x reader
warnings: smuttttt, semi-public sex, roughhhh sex, choking, slapping, spitting, degradation, dumbification, p in v, cream pie, unprotected sex, squirting, fingering, overstimulation, humiliation, recording, cursing
a/n: have your holy water on standby yâall
lock me up and throw away the key
he knows how to get the best of me
chris and iâs friendship was anything but normal. to some, it may even be perceived as toxic.
but me? i loved it.
i trusted him enough to do whatever he wanted to me, no matter how extreme.
tell nobody i control you
i broke you just to own you
they canât tell that i love you
âcause youâre loyal, baby
he was possessive, but it was hot. we werenât actually together, but by the way he acted when other guys approached me, you would think we were.
he didnât want to see me with anyone other than him, and i felt the exact same.
nobody else made me feel the way he did, anyway.
nobody else understood how to test my limits without going overboard.
i love when youâre submissive
love it when i break skin
you feel pain without flinching
i allow him to do whatever he wants to, and in return he he gives me a perfect mix of pleasure and pain.
he constantly pushes me to my limits, itâs almost gratifying to know that i can handle more than i think.
though my masochistic ways can be alarming to some, chris understands. he never judges or questions the things that bring me pleasure.
all it takes is a simple, âi need a distractionâ and he has me pushed up against the door, his hand wrapped around my neck.
his fingers wrap around my throat, constricting my airway enough to stop my breathing.
he waits until i look like iâm about to pass out to loosen his grip.
we donât gotta be in love, no
i donât gotta be the one, no
i just wanna be one of your girls tonight
it doesnât matter who he fucked yesterday, or who heâs seeing tomorrow. all that matters is right now.
and right now, weâre at a party, where he has me bent over a chair on the hostâs back porch.
âyou forget who the fuck you belong to? letting him undress you with his eyes like that?â he struck my ass with the palm of his hand over and over, making me cry out.
âhow do you think heâd feel knowing that iâm fucking you on his porch?â he asked as he thrusted into me roughly, pushing my hips into the wooden chair harshly with every movement.
i moaned uncontrollably, gripping onto the chair for dear life as he pounded into me.
deciding to play with him, i looked back at him and spoke, âbet he could fuck me better than you ever willâ
we both knew it wasnât true, but chris stopped his movements immediately, making me whine out.
âthink we should go find him? let him watch me fuck your brains out?â he asked as he pulled me to stand up.
âno, chris! please, just-â he cut me off by smacking my ass.
suddenly, he spotted a camera that was aimed at a short table in the middle of the porch.
âhmm, looks like he keeps his home secure, baby. you think he gets alerts when thereâs movement on his porch?â chris raised his eyebrows at me, pushing me to the table that the camera was aimed at.
âheâs gonna watch this back and see you get fucked like the dirty little cockwhore you are" he rasped into my ear as he placed me onto the low table on my hands and knees.
he held my arms behind my back as he began to fuck me from behind again.
a cool breeze filled the air, making my nipples hard and sending a shiver down my spine.
he gripped my jaw harshly, turning my face to look at him, âopenâ he spoke.
when i opened my mouth, he gathered his saliva in his mouth before spitting into mine.
i immediately swallowed, making him slap my cheek lightly.
ânow look at the cameraâ he said as he gripped my jaw, angling it so i was looking straight into the camera.
he pushed my body down, holding my shoulder down as his cock continued to stretch out my tight walls.
âyou better make a fucking mess all over this table, make sure he knows how good i made you feelâ his mouth found its way to my neck, biting at the skin roughly.
âf-fuck, chrisâ i moaned as his fingers brushed my hard nipples, before squeezing them firmly.
he suddenly grabbed my throat with his hand, pulling me closer to him.
my eyes rolled into the back of my head at the feeling of his hand squeezing around my throat.
he circled my clit with his free hand, and my head fell back onto his shoulder in response.
âsuch a fucking slut, you love being fucked out here in the open, huh?â
âgood, good, so fucking good, holy shitâ all i could do was chant those words, not being able to concentrate on chrisâs words.
âlook at you, going dumb for my cockâ he spoke as he continued to fuck his hips into mine.
i mumbled a string of incoherent curses in response, grabbing his bicep as i felt my orgasm approaching.
âyou gonna cum?â he asked as he felt me clench around him.
âyes, yes, yes, yesâ i chanted as my eyes rolled back and i released on his cock.
âfuck, gonna fill this pretty pussy upâ he groaned before he did exactly that, shooting his seed deep inside of my walls.
he pulled out, quickly replacing his dick with two fingers.
âchris!â i moaned in surprise as he fucked his fingers into me.
âwanna see you squirt all over this fucking tableâ he growled into my ear.
his fingers moved so quickly inside of me, i could barely keep up.
i reached down to move his hand, but he wasnât having it.
he pushed me forward, pressing my face into the table.
âit feel good? you like being fingered out here where anyone could see?â he asked as he added another finger.
âyes, yes, oh my godâ i cried out as i felt another orgasm coming.
âyeah? then fucking take itâ he said.
âchris! iâm cumming!â i yelled as my body shook violently on the table.
âoh my godâ i yelled as my juices shot out of me.
âi know you have more, ma. give it to meâ
he continued to move his fingers inside of me, watching as the liquid continued to pour out of me, making me scream.
âfuckâ i breathed out when his fingers stopped , allowing me to catch my breath.
chris helped me off of the table, helping me to fix my dress so i was covered again before fixing himself up.
he left for a second, coming back with paper towels to clean up our mess.
âhey, you good to get home by yourself? i got something to doâ he said, looking down at his phone.
more like someone to do.
âyeah, go. have funâ
with that, he kissed my cheek and left.
we donât gotta be in love, no
i donât gotta be the one, no
i just wanna be one of your girls tonight
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Yan!Mean-Girls x Fem!Reader
"Just Girly Things"
18+ Minors DNI
Warnings: Bullying (Not at Reader), name callung, nude photos, coercion, dubcon touching, fem pronouns for the yans, mentions of school, general perversion, toxic behaviors, masturbation, sex toys, mean girls, dumbification, buying affection.
(AN: I'm not super proud of this one, but did my best. Never written a fem!Yan before.)
The sound of clicking keypads and the occasional scoff can be heard in Maggie Robinsons loft bedroom. As the most popular girl at Delta High, it was important her room look as perfect as her. She chews on the strawberry flavored gum in her mouth, scrolling through her phone. She scoffs. "Sasha, did you see Jenny Taylor's latest post?" Sasha gags and nods. "Totally a spray-on tan." Sasha says, and Maggie nods. "She looks like a fucking orange. I bet you that nerd she's been with, his dick is that same shade right now..." The two cackle.
"Is he sick?" The third and final member of the group of cheerleaders asks. "Why would his dick be orange?" Sasha sighs, and puts a hand on her friends knee. "Lindsey, his dick is orange because her fake tan would rub off on it. It isn't like, permanently that color. It was a joke." Sasha explains. Lindsey pauses and tilts her head, before giggling. "Oh, I get it!" She claps her hands together, shaking the sequinned bracelet around her wrist as she does so. Maggie grins and roll her eyes at Lindsey's air-headed nature. Luckily, Sasha is always around to explain he jokes, because Maggie won't. She likes to watch her dumb subordinate work things out slowly.
"What about you, newbie? Ever had a fake tan?" She whips her head over to face you. You gulp as the school's queen bee sets her sights on you. You aren't sure why she seemed so fixated on you since you joined Delta High. Maybe it's because you were pretty, or talented, or just really obedient, but she's been dragging you around like a little purse dog since you met her, with Sasha and Lindsey flanking you both at all times. "Um, no." You mumble. She nods, and says "Good, you already have good skin. I mean, you should get a little more tan, but not with that shitty spray stuff. Or, y'know, you'll turn some jocks dick orange." The three laugh. "Because the tan rubs off!" Lindsey giggles. Maggie rolls her eyes, and groans. "Yes, Lindsey. Thanks for explaining." Lindsey looks down.
"Speaking of, have any of the guys at school caught your eye? I mean, like, appropriate ones for you. Not a fucking mathlete dork or something." She asks. "Not really. I've never actually had a boyfriend." The three girls freeze, and gasp. "Seriously?" "You've never had a boyfriend?" Maggie asks. She waves frantically, trying to get you to sit beside her on her bed. "Why not?" She asks. "Do you have a sex disease? Like... like cancer?" Lindsey asks, eyes wide. "Sex cancer, seriously?" Sasha says, glancing at her blonde friend, who only shrugs. "No one was ever interested, I guess." You grimace. You hadn't ever been popular, only making Maggie's interest in you more jarring. You had finally gotten a peek at what it was like to be school royalty.
"Not interested? Aw, you poor baby." Maggie pouts. "That's why you have us, you know? To doll you up, and keep you popular, that way you can have anyone you want." Sasha chirps. "I can't believe no one ever tried to get with you, you're like, really pretty." You smile awkwardly. "Thanks, Lindsey."
Maggie scoots closer, and you bite back a gasp when you feel her cold hands on your tank top, cupping your breasts. "Honestly. The jocks at school are horndogs, they'll stick it in anything, I'm surprised you haven't gotten any attention because of these." She bites her lips as her eyes wander down to your cleavage. "They're natural, right?" You nod. You feel the bed dip behind you, as Sasha and Lindsey join the two of you on the bed. "So you've never kissed anybody?" Sasha asks, tilting her head as her curls bounce. "No, I've kissed a boy, back in church in like, middle school or something." You chuckle, shrugging and rolling your eyes.
"What about kissing girls?" Your eyes widen. You shake your head as you feel the three girls gazes resting heavily on you. "I haven't. Why do you ask?" Maggie grins. "You could try with us. You're one of us now, you've gotta live a little. I mean, you haven't even had a boyfriend, or done it with someone. Let us help you." She coos. She leans in, and you gulp. "Don't you have a boyfriend, Maggie? Jason, right?" She asks. Maggie nods. "Yeah, but like, he won't care. He'll probably think this is hot or something. Besides, it's just girls helping each other out. It's not like a random hookup, we're all friends here." She feigns hurt at your hesitance, pouting. "Don't you like us?" Lindsey whines, giving you puppy dog eyes as she rests her head on your shoulder from behind. "No, I like you guys, it's just-" You look at Lindsey. "Alright, we can do this." You sigh. Maggie grins, and puts her hands on your waist, pressing her chest to yours. "Good, it's not even weird. It's like, just girly things." She explains. She bites your lip playfully, making you blush as she finally presses her lips to yours. As you kiss the school's queen bee, you can taste the light strawberry flavor of her gum, and as she pulls away a string of sticky lip gloss connects your lips for a moment.
"See? You did good, especially for someone who's only kissed once before." Maggie coos. Lindsey pops up to kiss your cheek. "Your skin is so soft!" She giggles, nuzzling your neck. Sasha sits to the side, waiting for orders from Maggie. "Lemme see your chest." Maggie begins to tug up your tight, white tanktop, grinning when she sees that you have no bra on. "No bra, huh? Maybe you wanted us to do this?" She teases. "Pretty..." She circles her fingers around your left nipple, watching it pebble up. "I bet you're sensitive, huh?" Sasha asks. You can't speak, and only nod. Maggie's cold hands make you shiver, as she gropes your breasts with a wicked grin. She reaches down and puts Lindsey's hands on your breasts. "Lindsey, keep playing with her tits, okay? I'm gonna move a little lower." Lindsey nods, fondling your breasts from behind. "I'll try not to scratch you, my nails are kinda long right now..." She giggles. Maggie hikes up your skirt, keeping it around your waist. She licks her lips as she touches the black panties covering your cunt. "Are these from that department store on 9th?" She asks. "Uh, yeah?" She rolls her eyes. "You don't need to be wearing that shit, that's for people like Jenny Taylor, not girls like us. Tell you what-" She leans closer to your ear, kissing the shell of it. "You make me cum, and I'll take you downtown tomorrow and buy you something cute. That's sure to help you get a guy." She obviously has no intentions of getting you a boyfriend, considering the way her gaze turns possessive. Still, she can't deny that she likes the idea of seeing you in something lacey, especially something she bought you. She notices from the corner of her eye how Sasha is squirming, clearly eager to act, rubbing her thighs together subconsciously.
"Sasha?" Her head perks up immediatly, and she stills. "Y-yes, Maggie?" She pants. "Go get my wand, the pink one." Sasha nods, and scurries over to Maggie's closet, digging around for something. She manages to pull out a pink wand, with a microphone-like rubber tip. You can feel Maggies fingers trying to pull your panties to the side. "You ever played with yourself?" She whispers. You nod. "Yeah, a few times." You admit. "How?" She presses an index against your aroused clit. You gasp. "Fingers! I use my fingers, inside me." You moan. She pouts again, as Sasha hands her the wand. "Well, no wonder your little clit is so swollen, you've not been giving it any attention." She coos. "Don't worry, I've got just the thing." She takes the wand from Sasha. "It feels so good." Sasha says, her eyes full of sincerity. You wonder just how many times these girls have done this sort of thign. Does anyone else at school know?
You are torn from your thoughts when you hear a whirring sound. "What's that gonna do?" You ask. "It vibrates, and I'm just gonna press it right up against your clit, okay? It's gonna feel so fucking good..." She groans. "But, I'm going to enjoy something too. You know, for being such a good friend, and taking in a little newbie. You watch as Maggie mounts your thigh, gasping when you feel her slick pussy press against your leg. Has she not been wearing underwear this whole time? Your whole body flinches when you feel a pusling wave in your lower. "A-ah, shit." You grip the sheets of Maggie's bed tightly. Somehow, the stimulation to your clit makes Lindsey's pawing at your chest feel even more pleasurable. Maggie chuckles as she begins to grind herself against your thigh. "Feels good, huh? You like that? Your pretty new friends taking good care of you? Putting a pretty vibrator on your clit?" Her condescedngin tone makes you blush in shame. After a while, her moans grow in volume too. "Fuck, even just your thighs feel good. Maybe, god- maybe soon I'll ride your pussy like this." She groans. "God, not even Jason makes me feel this hot, this wet. That little limp-dick, can't even make me finish." She tilts her head back. "Sasha, take a photo, m' boutta cum." Sasha pales. "I don't... um, can I use you phone, mines dead?" Maggie doesn't open her eyes, but Sasha can sense her rage. "I don't care, just taking the fuckin' photo, I'm so close. C'mon, baby. Cum on my vibrator, I'll buy you something, anything, just do it." You weren't expecting to her Maggie beg for anything in your lifetime, much less for you to cum. Overwhelmed, you feel your orgasm hit hard. "M-maggie, I'm, oh..." She nods rapidly as she practically bounces on your thigh. "Yeah, right there, I'm cumming to..." She pants.
You close your eyes, but still sense a flash of light from Sasha snapping a photo. As your legs shake from the feeling, Maggie casually dismounts your thighs, sitting down on the bed beside you. She kisses your forehead. "You did so good. I'll get you something so cute to wear to school next week." She flips her hair and acts nonchalant, as if she hadn't just held a sex toy to your cunt while she rode your thigh like her life depended on it. "Sasha, let me see that photo." Sasha shows her the phone, and she grimaces. "Ugh, I look so fucking pale. Put a Sepia filter on it or something." Before Sasha can, Lindsay snatches the phone, and lets out a whine.
"Only my hands are in it! What the hell, Sasha!"
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Melting Pot III
Alexia Putellas x Child!Reader
Jenni Hermoso x Child!Reader
woso-dreamzzz Kids x Child!Reader (Bambi)
Summary: The weight of responsibility
You have three siblings.
(But Mami is thinking about adding another soon).
Only one is a boy.
He's the youngest, still a baby. His name is Jaume and Mami had him with her new girlfriend.
The next youngest is Osita. Mama had her after the breakup with Mami and two failed pregnancies before her.
You are the oldest but not by a lot.
Pequeñita is your twin, younger than you by not very long at all.
Mami says Pequeñita needs help sometimes. Even though you are twins, Pequeñita is different to you. She needs help with certain things. Mami says accommodations need to be made for her because of the way things affect her.
Osita is similar, you think but not the same. You asked Mama once if Osita had the same thing as Pequeñita did but she doesn't. Osita is similar to Pequeñita but in a different way.
Your sisters get a lot of attention because they need it. Your brother gets a lot of attention too.
You don't need it as much.
You are a big girl. You are independent. You don't need much. You do well on your own.
You think you are made to be on your own.
But then your twin slips her hand into yours when you walk to school and your youngest sister drags you over to her plushie collection and your brother toddles towards you when you come through the door.
You don't need much attention. You don't need it like Pequeñita and Osita do. You are happy with your trains, shepherded into the corner of the room to play while Jaume demonstrates his walking abilities.
You are not the biggest at school. You are not the loudest like Tia Mapi's girls are. You are not the most popular girl either, not like the Williamson girls or the new Swedish girl.
You are just you and you can't understand why anyone would care too much about you.
You think you must be made to be alone but every time you think that, you're reminded that you aren't.
You aren't made to be alone because you didn't come into this world alone.
You have always been a part of a pair.
"Alright girls," Alexia says softly to you, zipping up your jacket all the way up to your chin," Have you got everything?"
Pequeñita nods, her backpack secure on her back.
You don't respond, just staring off into space again.
But then Pequeñita slips her hand into yours and you look at her again, clarity coming back into your eyes.
She smiles to you, like a mirror image of something you can never be.
You smile back though because Pequeñita is your twin and you love her.
Pequeñita is not at fault for all the things that swirl in your heart. You came into the world with your twin. You don't know how you could cope with it all if she wasn't be your side.
Sometimes, you feel like you're being forced down a river, the rapids beating you around as you float down to somewhere unknown. Sometimes you feel like you can think of nothing but the whirlpool that is forcing your head under the tides but then there's a little hand pulling you out.
A little hand pulling you up onto the raft and there's a familiar mirror image of yourself looking back at you.
Pequeñita understands you like you don't think anyone else can understand you. But Pequeñita is where all your icky feelings started to spark.
You pull your hand from hers as Alexia helps you into the car.
You don't glance at the shocked look on your twin's face as you turn away from her, slipping off from the safety of the raft.
Alexia can see you in the rear view mirror. You've been having episodes like this a lot lately, turning away from all comfort, even from Pequeñita.
She'd hoped your weekend spent with Jenni and Osita would brighten you up but you'd returned even more sullen and quiet and nothing she tried to do helped.
it's a mystery as to what's going on and you refuse to give her even an inch to work with.
"Are those my girls?"
Jenni's opened the car door before Alexia's even had the time to turn the car off.
"Hi, Mama!" Pequeñita says, unbuckling her seatbelt and shuffling over so Jenni can help her out. "Hi, Osita!"
Osita waves.
You sit in the car though, even when Jenni's unbuckled your seatbelt. You just stay there, staring out of your window.
Jenni runs her finger over your cheek and you finally look at her, tearing your eyes away from the outside.
"Hey, you," She laughs," I don't get a kiss and a cuddle?"
You're tense as you give her what she asks for before slipping out of the car.
Alexia purses her lips as you and your sisters walk ahead on the short trip up the road to the front gate.
Jenni's frowning.
"Did something happen this morning?" She asks," Bambi isn't..."
"I don't know," Alexia admits," She's just having one of her moments again."
Jenni stares at the back of your head, the way you're slighting curled into yourself, the way you're not touching either of your sisters.
They're talking, voices carrying across the road.
But you're not.
You stay silent.
"Pequeñita!" Alexia calls," Come here!"
"Osita!" Jenni calls as well," Wait a minute!"
All three of you were about to go and line up with your classes without saying goodbye.
Pequeñita and Osita shuffle back towards them but you stay by yourself at the gate, staring longingly at the school building.
You don't cross the gate but you don't go back to your mothers either.
You just wait there.
Pequeñita and Osita get smothered in kisses and cuddles and reminders to be good and to eat all their lunch.
Alexia's hand lands on your shoulder. "You look after your sisters, alright? You know they need a little help sometimes."
You nod.
"You're a good big sister," She tells you.
You shrug her hand off your shoulder and accept the hair ruffle Jenni gives you.
You are the one in charge when you cross the threshold of the gate.
You take Osita to her class' line.
You take Pequeñita to the line you share.
She slips her hand into yours. You stare at it, little brow furrowed in confusion.
You spare a glance over at Tia Mapi's daughters. They have the other set of twins in the school.
Bebita and Skatt are twins but they don't seem to be like you and Pequeñita. You're not sure how they are different but they are.
Bebita is not in charge of Skatt like you are in charge of Pequeñita. Cub is not in charge of Sunshine and Teeny like you are of Osita.
Bebita is the oldest twin and Cub is the oldest daughter. You fill both of those roles in your family and, yet, they do not fill their roles like you do.
Their sisters don't need help like yours do.
You suppose it should make you happy that you are responsible enough to look after your sister. You suppose you should feel important but you don't.
You don't think you're important at all.
Sometimes, when you push yourself off the raft Pequeñita has made for you, you feel fragile. As the waves batter you, you can feel yourself cracking, like you're a piece of glass.
The waves crash and crash against you and you fracture in every place you can think of, right down to your very core.
Pequeñita is your twin and you love her. Osita is your little sister. You love her too.
But sometimes you wish that it was just you.
You came into the world with a pair, a mirror image that's not really a mirror.
But you've always been built to be alone.
Pequeñita's hand is in yours.
You pull away from her, walking to the front of the line, leaving her behind.
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between us â a.putellas x reader x j.hermoso
summary: your friendship with jenni and alexia blossoms into something more
psa: this is not stealing. i am the original writer, this is a repost from my old blog!
you'd had a crush on alexia from the moment you'd laid eyes on her the day you signed your barcelona contract. she was pretty and kind. and unfortunately, taken.
the barcelona girls took you in as one of their own almost immediately and within a week, you felt like you'd known them forever. of course, your feelings for alexia grew and grew but your friendship with jenni had also blossomed so you decided that it was better to have alexia in your life as a friend then not at all. same with jenni. the last thing you wanted was for either of them to hate you.
since lucy and keira had pre-warned you about how affectionate the spanish could be, you never questioned how close you became with the couple as the months flew by. your teammates never said anything either so you assumed it was normal.
you never thought twice about being invited to dinners, or about the way jenni would pull you into her side during movie nights with the team. and you only lived a few doors down from alexia so her constant presence in your apartment was normal for you.
and that night was no different. music played softly in your bedroom as you held two pairs of earrings up, nudging alexia to get her attention. she quickly pointed to your go to statement earrings and you beamed, swiping your favourite necklace before heading into the en-suite. you figured it was easier to use the bathroom mirror instead of kicking alexia out of the way to use your vanity mirror.
you held your necklace out to jenni once she'd looked up from her phone, pushing herself off the sink and gently taking it from your hand. you turned around, feeling a shiver run down your spine as her fingers ran along the back of your neck, brushing your hair to the side.
jenni fastened the necklace and you thanked her softly, ignoring the way her hands slid down your arms. your eyes flickered towards your room as you put your earrings in, noticing alexia moving around.
she sat down on your bed and you swallowed thickly, eyes trained on her legs that looked even longer in the dress she was wearing.
"isn't she pretty?" jenni's question was a whisper in your ear and you felt yourself nodding.
"yes. ale is very pretty." you hummed in agreement but then froze, realising what you'd said and who you'd said it to.
hearing jenni's soft laughter didn't make you feel any better, neither did the kiss she pressed to your burning cheek. "you should tell her."
"what?" you laughed nervously, stepping forward and out of her grip. "why would i do that?"
she reached out for you again, grabbing your waist and pulling you back. a small huff left your lips as you hit her chest, the blush on your cheeks deepening. "i think ale should know what you think of her."
"i-i think you are very pretty too, jenni," you breathed, assuming jenni's actions were due to a sense of jealousy. "not just ale. you're both very pretty."
your flustered state only worsened when she turned you around, hands tight on your waist.
When her eyes flickered to your lips, you knew you were a goner. "puedo besarte?"
"yes. god, yes."
jenni's lips were on yours in an instant and you threw your arms around her neck, pulling her closer.
guilt hit you like a ton of bricks when you separated. you rubbed at your swollen lips, backing away from the spaniard silently.
you avoided alexia's gaze as you made your way over to your wardrobe, swinging it open to reach for your favourite pair of heels. your stomach twisted. were you really going to act normal and have dinner with alexia after kissing jenni mere feet away from her?
after slipping on the shoes, you turned around, ready to beg for alexia's forgiveness. but she was already stood there. you studied her face. she wasn't angry. maybe she didn't know.
"can i kiss you now?" she asked quietly and your legs felt like jelly as she reached out to rub her thumb along your bottom lip. "or does jenni get you all to herself?"
if it was any other day, you would've asked questions first. but jenni's kiss still had you reeling and you didn't know if you'd ever get the chance to kiss alexia again.
so you leaned in without a second thought.
the guilt you were feeling faded but was soon replaced with confusion. with hesitation, you gently pushed alexia back. her eyebrows furrowed and you placed your hand on her chest to keep her there. doing the same with jenni when she approached.
"what is happening? what is this? a one time thing?" you asked, looking between them quickly.
you regretted asking that last question almost immediately. you were not ready to hear the answer. your heart wouldn't be able to take a one time thing but you didn't know if you'd have the strength to reject them if they'd said yes.
"what do you want it to be?" alexia asked, voice soft and soothing. you swallowed thickly, the anxiety swirling in your stomach.
you had no idea what to say. you wanted them, in every way possible. but if they rejected you, where would that leave you? or the team? you didn't want to be the reason the whole thing fell apart.
"cariño?" alexia's voice pulled you out from your head and you inhaled sharply.
"what-what if i want something more then a one time thing? something serious?" your voice trembled slightly as did your hands.
jenni reached out and gently brushed her fingers along your cheek. "we want that too."
"really?"
"you sound surprised," alexia smiled and you realised that the mood had shifted. "we have been flirting with you for months, did you not notice?"
jenni grinned as your blush deepened. you rolled your eyes and swatted her hand away after she pinched at your cheek.
"you two are mean," you murmured, shouldering passed them both. alexia wrapped her arms around you and pulled you back, nuzzling your neck as you giggled quietly. "are we still going for food?"
"i am not sure hermosa," alexia said, resting her chin on your shoulder. "if jenni and i are so mean, why should we take you?"
you looked over at jenni but she just shrugged. you huffed and crossed your arms over your chest. "is this how it's going to be? you two ganging up on me all the time?"
jenni moved to stand in front of you, gently cradling your face and rubbing her thumbs along your jaw. you noticed her glance at alexia.
"vamos, ale. i think we need to show our girl just how nice we can be."
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a year into the relationship, jenni and alexia were very much used to hearing you rage at your international teammates over the phone. normally, you showed your girlfriends decency and tried to keep the noise down but when your competitiveness flared, it wasn't always doable.
"georgia, stop cheating!" you shouted, glaring at the tv screen in front of you.
"it's mario kart mate! how can i cheat?"
"ÂĄ don't know but you are! oh myâtooney! fuck off!" you clenched your jaw as the cheers sounded over the phone, both georgia and ella managing to beat you, the self-proclaimed mario kart champion of the lioness camp. "you know what? i hate you all."
"what did i do?" leah asked and you could hear the frown in her voice.
"guilty by association." you told her.
"doesn't seem fair."
"not my problem. i demand a rematch!"
"no." georgia and ella said simultaneously.
"uh, yes."
"oh, please don't start this back and forth again." you heard niamh plead.
"not our fault she's a sore loser." georgia muttered and you gasped.
"i am not!" you protested, getting radio silence in response. with a scoff, you shut down the tv and the xbox before snatching your phone. "i am ignoring this phone the next time sarina calls, do you people hear me?"
"loud and clear!" ella chirped. "don't answer it!"
in that moment you decided that, for once, you'd be the bigger person. so you ignored the jeers of your friends and hung up, muttering angrily under your breath as you made your through your apartment.
you headed into the bedroom to see alexia leaning against the headboard, looking over at you with an amused smile. "they beat you?"
"they did not beat me, they cheated." you huffed.
"maybe you are not as good as you think you are." jenni's voice echoed from the en-suite and you turned around.
"if you cannot even pretend to support me, jennifer, what are we even doing here?"
jenni laughed and you huffed again, crawling next to alexia and nestling into her side. when the brunette finally joined you, you kicked at her, letting out a yelp when alexia gently pinched your thigh. "be nice, amor."
"be nice," you mocked her quietly under your breath. after a few seconds, you attempted to crawl out but was immediately pulled back by the blonde. "hey!"
"where are you going?" she asked, tightening her arms as you wriggled in her grip.
"ÂĄ am owed a rematch." you told her, prying at her hands.
"no."
"no? uh, yes," you tried to leave again but alexia quickly flipped you onto your back, laying on top of you so you couldn't move. "aw, ale, get off!"
"no."
"stop saying no to me," you groaned, wrenching your arm free and reaching out for jenni. "help!"
"no!" alexia lifted her head and glared at you, grabbing your hand and pinning it to the bed. "it will not kill you to have an early night for once."
"it might." you muttered, earning yourself another pinch.
with how genuinely annoyed she sounded, you half expected alexia to shove you over to jenni but she didn't. instead, her arms snaked around your body and she nuzzled further into you.
you pouted over at jenni and she kissed it from your lips, leaning over and flicking off the lamp. you glared into the darkness, feeling jenni press another kiss to your head.
after what felt like forever and you were sure that both jenni and alexia were asleep, you wriggled from your space between them and swiped your phone, quietly slipping out of the room.
you jumped onto the sofa and opened the lioness groupchat, typing only two words with determination flowing through your veins.
REMATCH NOW
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Field Trip Part 2: The Queen's Homecumming ft. BLACKPINK Jennie and Lisa
A/N: This is the continuation of Field Trip, which was something that was requested a lot back when I released the original. I've kept people waiting long enough, and I'm sure seeing that title made a lot of people excited. Field Trip remains my most popular smut, with over 900 notes, shoutout to my man @xiaoondc for pitching it. It's almost been a year in real time, so it'll be accurate.
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Length: 8.45k
Possible TW: Pretty much all of it
Tags: Domination, slave/master, choking, spanking, breeding, humiliation, whipping, gangbang, spitroasting, anal, throatfuck, bondage
WARNING: Intense and graphic sexual violence and degradation is depicted in this smut, much more than the original Field Trip. If you are easily triggered by or sensitive to such content, I strongly advise that you stop reading here.
Part 1: Field Trip
It had been nearly a year since Jennie's scandalous visit to Nairobi, and the time had come for her to return. At last.
Jennie had been waiting eagerly for a full year to go back to Kenya as she had promised, and now she had the opportunity. So it was with high spirits and high anticipation that she packed her things and headed to the airport. Only this time, there was a difference. She had decided to bring along a friend of hers who was relatively pure and innocent, Lisa. The two of them boarded the plane together, Lisa happily talking Jennie's ear off, having no idea what was in store for her. She was jittery the whole flight, anticipation and excitement flooding her. The thought of what was going to happen when she arrived...it made her want to finger herself right there with Lisa and the random-ass guy sitting in the seat next to her.
She disembarked the plane hastily with Lisa, waited very impatiently going through security, and took a cab to the familiar Radisson Blu hotel, where she settled down for a few hours of sleep before the morning.
...
The look of pure shock on Ngina's face when she saw Jennie, in her crop top and shorts, back on the bus was laughable, she stared for a moment and then recovered herself, going back to her clipboard to examine something. Jennie smirked and sat down near the front next to Lisa, watching the locals of Nairobi mill around by the bus stop. Once Ngina had counted her passengers and made sure everyone was there and that there were no stragglers, the bus engine started and they began moving. Jennie's excitement was reaching fever pitch, but she kept a calm outer demeanor. The scenery brought back vivid memories of her last visit, and as they pulled closer to the village, Jennie could see the massive Mugumo tree that had lead her and Somi into the trouble that had ultimately lead her to a Kenyan BBC addiction.
The village had run into some subtle improvements since Jennie had last been there; the houses and buildings had been renewed, the villagers clothes looked newer, and the architecture was slightly more modern and updated, and something that resembled an outmoded hotel was visible at the far end of the square. The massive baobab tree that Jennie and Somi had been tied to and whipped at last time was also clearly in sight, the thought sending a pang of anticipation through her body.
All the passengers disembarked the bus and entered the village, Ngina shaking hands with the leader, who looked mildly surprised to see Jennie back. The same could not be said for the other passersby, who stopped and openly stared in shock. Jennie approached the leader and extended her hand.
Taking her hand and shaking it, he said, "I never did catch your name, did I?"
"It's Jennie. You?"
"Jaali." He looked to Jennie's left and saw Lisa, who was standing there watching the exchange and had chosen to wear a very small and very tight white halter top and black shorts, which perfectly displayed her flawless figure. "I see you brought a spare."
"Indeed I did. This is Lisa." Lisa stepped forward and shook Jaali's hand, eyeing him and her surroundings very curiously.
Jaali stepped back, a cunning smirk on his face. "Very good. Well, have a look around, feel free to explore." His smirk widened. "I hear the Mugumo trees are very pretty this time of year."
"How funny, so did I." Jennie returned the devilish grin, both of them sharing a knowing smirk. "Be a shame if we didn't check them out."
He laughed. "Indeed. Well, I have matters to attend to, so I'd best be off. Enjoy yourselves."
Jennie and Lisa departed towards the large, open fields together. The word that Jennie was back spread very quickly, and various locals, especially the men, greeted Jennie as she passed and voiced how glad they were to see her again.
Jennie inwardly smirked and shook her head, since she knew well that everyone but Lisa knew what would be going on today. She wondered vaguely whether she and Lisa would be separated, or whether Lisa would consent to or enjoy what was bound to happen once they reached the Mugumo tree. The guard troop passed several times, each time a different member greeting Jennie and throwing a glance at her retreating form.
"Wow," commented Lisa the sixth time this happened, "you must be really popular down here. What, did you make friends with every person in Kenya?"
Jennie chuckled as they both sat down side by side on a large lakeside rock. "Sure I did. Plenty of guys, as well. You know me, you know I'm into black guys."
Lisa scoffed and laughed as well. "Of course you would."
They laughed together for a moment before Jennie spoke. "Hey, you never know what could go down."
Lisa's giggles came to a hushed silence. "You mean...with them?"
Jennie nodded, curious to see how Lisa felt about it. Lisa blinked a few times and then said, "Three letters. B. B. C!"
Jennie laughed again. "Shocking that you would think that way."
Lisa paused her giggling once more. "But seriously, did you actually?"
"Maybe. Maybe not."
"Sure then. Whatever you say."
Jennie scoffed and then glanced toward the bank opposite them, spotting the massive Mugumo tree, fully in bloom, and the altar below it. The scenery was really quite beautiful, but as the guard troop passed by again, she had other things on her mind.
"Say, Lisa," Jennie said, still observing the tree, "you ever seen a Mugumo tree up close before?"
"No."
"Well, why don't we go see that one?" Jennie nodded towards the other bank. Lisa looked over at it and hopped up.
"Sure, let's go."
A small and insignificant part of Jennie felt guilty for leading her friend into such a trap, knowing that the level of pain, shame, and humiliation would match if not exceed that of last time, but that small part of her was drowned by the other parts of her, particularly parts in her lower region, that had sworn loyalty and developed addiction to the cocks of the tribesmen.
They approached the tree, Lisa making comments on how nice the leaves looked, and sat down on another rock near it. Before long, the small body of guards started moving steadily in their direction.
"That's odd," Jennie commented, fighting hard to keep the smirk off her face and her excitement down. "I wonder why they're coming over here? There's no one but us."
"No idea." Lisa yawned. "God, I should have had some coffee, I was up all night."
Inwardly, Jennie speculated that once the guards finished their trip over here, Lisa would very quickly forget her tiredness. The guards marched their way all the way up to the rock, and their leader took another step forward.
"This is a forbidden area, you must not trespass here. Come with us now."
"Oop," said Lisa as they got off the rock and followed the guards back towards the village. "Guess we weren't supposed to be there. Well, we didn't know."
"Yup. We'll probably just go back to Ngina now." Jennie knew full well that the words coming out of her mouth were blatant lies, but she ignored it as they were led into the village. Her excitement was almost making her tremble, but she kept it in.
The guards then split them up, just like last time. Lisa's cries of "Hey, wait!" were ignored by Jennie and the tribesmen. Jennie was brought to the same hut as last time, with the clay floor and thick wood centerpost. The tribesmen shoved her inside and then took their places in a circle around the hut. She would have removed her own clothes, but she really enjoyed how rough they were with her. Two stepped forward and tore off her top, not bothering to be careful. Then one of them knelt, grabbed her shorts by the front, and ripped them in two. To her surprise, they left her bra and panties alone, perhaps at the order of Jaali, and tied her hands in front of her, leaving her kneeling half-naked on the floor.
Speak of the devil, Jaali himself walked into the hut, wearing only the loincloth that the other tribesmen wore, unlike his usual expensive manner of dress. Jennie surveyed his muscular and fit figure as he paced around the small hut, feeling heat grow between her legs, finding herself growing exceedingly horny just at the sight of him.
"So, Miss Jennie," he said, the same devious grin on his face as earlier, "you find yourself the same predicament as a year ago." He gave a theatrical sigh. "Of course, since you are now a repeat offender, your punishment for such a heinous crime will be significantly more severe than last time."
He stopped directly in front of Jennie, looking down at her and allowing her a glimpse under his loincloth, both the sight and his words spiking her arousal up. He chuckled at her expression and resumed his pacing.
"I must commend you, however, for the new addition to my harem. Lisa, her name was? Quite a beauty. And in no time she, like you, wil become a cockslave to me."
There was a short pause, in which he made a half revolution of the hut. "I notice, as well, that your friend from last time has foolishly chosen to ignore my warning and stay away. Very well. She will regret it."
"How will you bring her back?" Jennie asked.
"I will send my best men to South Korea and find her. They are skilled and they will track her down and drag her back by the hair if they have to."
Jennie considered this for a moment, then realized something.
"I mean no disrespect, sir, but wouldn't a bunch of massive, smelly, half-naked Kenyan tribesmen draw a lot of attention?"
He snorted and paused in front of her, raising his eyebrows. "Surely you are smarter than that, Miss Jennie. This may appear to be a rural, run down little village, my little slut, but believe me, we are not living in the stone age anymore. I have ample equipment to disguise my men and make them fit in."
He shouted something in Swahili to the men outside the hut, of which Jennie could piece together as him requesting a chair. A heavy scraping sound sounded outside and the door opened, allowing two guards to push in a large, fancy, luxurious throne-esque chair, which they pushed up against the pillar in the center of the hut. Jaali sat down on it, unsheathed a knife from a sheath on the underside of one of the chair's arms, and handed it to a guard behind Jennie, who slashed the straps on her bra and both sides of her thong's waistband, removing both and leaving Jennie naked, wet, and desperate. The guard handed the knife back to Jaali, who cut off the string holding his loincloth together, removing it.
Jennie could practically feel her mouth watering at the sight of his cock; even semi-hard he was packing at least 7 inches. She waited for his order.
"Now, my little slave," he said, tossing the parasol leaf loincloth aside and spreading his legs slightly more, "come here and suck my cock like you mean it. Show me how much you want it."
Jennie crawled forward, sopping like a Korean rainstorm, and took his hardening shaft in both hands, slowly pumping up and down, feeling her arousal soar. She took his head into her mouth, sucking lightly. She had planned on starting slow, and she was doing so, but Jaali had other plans.
He grabbed her hair into a rough ponytail and forced her head down, sending half his length into her mouth and throat. "No one ever taught you how to suck a dick, slave?"
She moaned lightly around his dick, closing her eyes and letting him take control. Independent of him, she pushed her own head further down, pushing more of him into her.
"That's a good girl," he groaned quietly, controlling her head and moving it up and down. "Guards! Mfunge mikono!"
She didn't need to understand him, as his instruction was followed through. She felt her hands being tied together behind her back, at the same time as Jaali pulled her head down to his base, making her gag and moan. She was absolutely in love with this life, eager to serve and eager to please. She gagged again and choked as he did not release her head, thrusting his hips up into her face and driving his cock, if possible, deeper into her throat. She pushed her tongue out and licked along his balls, thoroughly enjoying being treated rough. Jaali moaned again, waited a moment, and then released her. She pulled her head off his shaft and gasped in a breath, but her moment of peace was short lived. She was turned around and shoved down, her face pressing into the cool clay floor. Jennie's heart rate increased, as she knew what was coming. A moment later she gave a gasp and a broken moan as a large cock slid into her tight, wet pussy, filling her to the brim. She had never felt so stuffed before in her life, and the sensation of the tip of a cock against her cervix when he bottomed out made her moan louder.
"Fuck!" She cried. "You're so big...master..."
She could hear the smirk in his voice. "Seems she knows her place better than I thought."
No further words were exchanged as he started thrusting his hips, slow at first, but quickly getting much faster, and in a matter of seconds Jennie was shrieking in pleasure and her legs were trembling with the effort of supporting her pleasure-riddled body. The continued assault on her pussy drove her crazy.
"Oh, fuck! Yes, yes, oh my god, please keep going! Fuck, you're so big! Keep pounding me!"
He pushed on her head and grabbed her breast, squeezing tightly. Jennie felt herself rapidly careening into the first orgasm of many that day.
"You like that, huh? You fucking slut, all nice and wet for me."
"Yes, I love it..." Jennie whimpered softly, brow furrowing at his deep strokes. "I-I'm a slut for you, master..."
"Good girl." He kicked up his speed and fucked her faster, automatically increasing force. Jennie's "Ah!"s became exponentially louder and within seconds, she gave a wail of bliss and squirted hard on his cock, her cheeks growing hotter as well.
"Fuck, Jennie, I can see why you're a crowd favorite!" He groaned. "God, you're tight!"
He pulled out and yanked her upright, slapping her face with his dick. Immediate lay understanding, she dove forward and shoved him all the way down her throat, desperate to taste his cum in her mouth. She bobbed her head up and down very quickly, sounds of deepthroat reverberating in the timbers of the hut.
"I'm gonna cum in your mouth, slave. Are you ready?"
Jennie let out a muffled "Yes, master!" around his cock before slamming her head down again, driving every last millimeter of his length down her throat. She gagged hard and coughed muffledly, but kept herself there, throat squeezing him. He gave one final loud groan, grabbed her roughly by the hair, and pulled her into his crotch, before exploding in her throat, straight down into her stomach. She slid off him slowly, savoring the taste of his thick cum, while he sat panting on the chair. She over balanced and fell on her side, still breathing heavily.
Jaali stood up and then squatted down in front of her, turning her languid hesd towards him. "I expect a performance of that standard every single time I use you, is that clear?"
"Yes, master," said Jennie, practically seeing hearts, as she looked at him.
"I must now go and sort out your friend, who will submit to me soon enough. I will leave you to my men." He walked to the door, and as the tribesmen approached, he threw a smirk oved his shoulder. "Have fun."
Jennie wished she could see Lisa get dominated, but she had no time to think about that as the men approached. Loincloths were removed, and suddenly she was surrounded by 5 large dicks, all stiff and ready to pound her.
She was grabbed and raised to a kneeling position, in which the man with the biggest cock slid under her, and pushed into her still-wet pussy, making her gasp loudly and moan in both pleasure and slight pain. He was incredibly big inside her, stretching her out considerably. Another moved in front of her and she opened her mouth obediently, allowing him in. The shaft that entered her ass, thus completing the trio, brought back strong déja vu from a year back, and she moaned louder as all three started pumping fast and hard. This feeling of being completely full, it was what she had missed so bad, and now it caused her more pleasure than ever before.
"Fuck!" Jennie moaned around the cock in her mouth as the man fucking her ass reached around her and choked her, none too carefully or lightly. She gagged as the cock was thrust deeper into her throat, her eyes rolling as she stuck out her tongue and allowed t deeper still, until he bottomed out.
All three of them groaned, and one of the other two cut the ropes binding her hands, allowing her to stroke him and his counterpart. The six of them moaned and grunted in various languages, tumbling down towards the inevitable orgasm that awaited all of them. Jennie could understand a couple of them degrading her in Swahili, which only served to turn her on more, and she felt the familiar buildup going sky high as their thrusts increased in strength and speed.
Then the hand on her throat tightened considerably as the first orgasm of the group erupted in her ass; she moaned at the spurts of warmth flooding her suddenly, and the pulsing in her tight hole. Her continued deepthroat sounds were turning her on, making her wetter, and the man fucking her pussy got an ample dousing of organic lube. His thrusts became less inhibited, faster, more slick, and he finally buried himself deep inside her, and the first shot of cum deep inside her womb made her throw her head back, eyes wide and mouth open in a gasp, the sheer depth of it having her stunned and pleasured. The man in front of her grabbed her hair impatiently and shoved his cock back into her throat, and she gagged again, eyes rolling back as he bottomed out, groaning loudly.
Jennie closed her eyes and let the pleasure and arousal take over, allowing her submission to control her. She bobbed her head back and forth on the tribesman in front of her, driving him in and out of her throat, pushing him closer to his climax. Suddenly, the two others she had been stroking moved behind her, and she gasped, choked on the sudden inhale of saliva, and whipped her head around as the sensation of two cocks pressing against her asshole invaded her. She had never been double penetrated in one hole before, and she had the feeling it might not be as pleasurable as single anal penetration. With a fair amount of spit, they managed to push into her tight hole, causing her a great deal of pain and pleasure. She moaned out of both, but dutifully turned back to the other, jamming his cock back into her mouth. Both men behind her began furiously thrusting into her, seemingly enjoying her cries of both pleasure and pain. The guy in front then assumed a new position; one that benefitted all three remaining gangbangers. He lay down on his back, sliding his thick legs under her, so his cock was pointing straight up. She quickly brought her upper half down, so her ass was in the air, opening up her hole better, and brought her head down on the shaft hard, plunging it down her throat in one smooth motion. She furrowed her eyebrows in the effort of keeping it there; the new position allowed for better leverage and more penetration in her throat, it wasn't easy.
As her throat contracted around him and she massaged the underside with her tongue, he gave an almighty groan and grabbed her by the head, pulling her down still further as he blew his load in her throat, straight into her stomach, and her eyes rolled back once again as she struggled not to choke and spit his cum out. She pulled off him, swallowed with difficulty, then looked him in the eye, biting her lip in arousal.
Her seductive look was interrupted by a moan and her eyebrows arching upward as one of the two behind her started roughly fingering her clit, making her arch her back and buck her hips against them, crying out wildly at the sudden burst of pleasure. The other pushed her head into the ground, allowing him to see her side-profile moan. He leaned forward, putting more weight on her grounded face, railing her into the floor. Her entire body quaked under the force of the impacts, the strokes, rocking her prostrate form. Each and every blow to her ass made her tremble. She felt her limp hands being tied together again, something she didn't object to in the least. It made her feel controlled, helpless. And she loved it.
The man in front of her, now sitting comfortably on a wide pillow, grabbed her hair and yanked her face up, allowing him to see her pleasure-addled face. Her eyebrows were curved upwards, eyes closed, and she bit her lip at his roughness. She opened her unfocused eyes slightly and looked at him, letting out a small "ah" at a particularly hard thrust from behind her.
"You're a good obedient whore, hm?" He spoke in a thick accent, but not indecipherable. She didn't answer immediately, trying to think clearly past her haze of bliss. He slapped her roughly, making her yelp and give a quiet moan.
"Yes...master..." Jennie moaned out, giving a louder cry as three additional fingers were shoved into her pussy, adoring the roughness and the degradation. "I'm a...fuck...g-good little slut for you...master..."
He chuckled and let go of her hair, allowing her face to fall back into the floor. "Yes you are. Good girl."
Jennie moaned again. How could she ever go back to Korea? How in her right mind would she ever give this feeling up? As one of them behind her slapped her ass viciously, making her yelp louder, and she threw an arched-eyebrows lip bite over her shoulder, which earned her another slap on the ass. She moaned a vague plea for more, and the two kept up the spanks.
"Fuck..." She said softly, a small squeal escaping her lips at an especially hard spank. "I'm gonna cum..."
Her head was pulled up and she looked with hazy eyes into those of the man now relaxing on the pillow, who smirked. "You're going to what?"
"C-cum, master..." Jennie repeated, her voice trembling slightly, the pleasure reaching fever pitch inside her. "It's so good...so f-fucking good..."
He moved closer and pressed his cock against her lips, to which she gave a long lick, and then took it into her mouth, slowly moving back and forth. She moaned around his thickness, and with stifled groans, both men fucking her ass orgasmed simultaneously, sending another tirade of hot cum deep into her bowels. Her moans increased in volume dramatically, and she pulled off the cock in her mouth to vocalize her pleasure.
With a scream, she squirted intensely all over the thighs of the two behind her, yelling her lungs out as her world disappeared in a whirlpool of bliss. She was no longer aware of anything; all she knew was the pleasure of being the cockslave of this tribe. She panted heavily, slumping to the floor as all three men backed off. Faintly, she heard a very similar scream rent the air, and she immediately knew it was Lisa succumbing to the pleasure as well.
A sheen of sweat covered her entire body. She could feel cum starting to leak out of her ass and pussy, and as she returned to full consciousness, she heard footsteps approaching. Jaali entered the tent, a large and satisfied smile on his face, and she turned onto her back to see him.
"Did it work...master?" Jennie said breathlessly, chest heaving. She pulled herself upright as he approached.
"Very well, I'd say." He smiled wider. "She hasn't fully complied yet, and she's still acting a bit defiant, but that'll be fixed very soon. My men have done a good job so far. Soon enough she, too, will realize that she has no choice. The pleasure will get to her."
Jennie knew quite well what was coming next, and she was both excited and scared. It was quite painful last time, though she had enjoyed it in a way. But this time, he had said it would be more severe. She shivered, even though it was at least 40 degrees outside.
"So now," Jaali continued, "I believe you are aware of our next step?"
Jennie nodded, a small smirk tugging at her lips despite her fear of the possible intensity this time. The guards moved forward and grabbed her by the upper arms, pulling her upright. They marched her outside, where a crows had assimilated and she could see Lisa's slim naked form waiting by the huge baobab tree in the village square. Among the many emotions Jennie could see in Lisa's eyes, betrayal and hurt were not detectable. What was detectable was pleasure, adoration, slight confusion, and excitement. Despite having experienced this exact situation before, her modesty had been somewhat recovered during her year in back Seoul, and she felt her cheeks grow hot as her naked body was exposed to the crowd. However, she made no attempt to cover herself and allowed herself to be led up to the baobab tree. The guards lifted her onto the brick tree ring, and one climbed up after her. He tied another rope around the one binding her hands, fashioned the other end into a noose and threw it up over the branch of the tree, tightening it so she couldn't move her arms. Lisa's arms were also tied above her head, and as the guard retreated, she turned her head to look at Jennie.
The guard started professing their crime to the crowd gathered, and Lisa said three words to her.
"Did you know?"
Jennie was silent for a moment, considering whether or not she should tell the truth. Finally she looked at her and spoke.
"Yes, I did."
Lisa snorted. "So you led me into this on purpose?"
Jennie thought she was angry, but she then smiled. "Can't say I expected something like this to happen, but I like it."
"Wait - you're okay with this?"
Lisa smiled wider. "Didn't you hear me earlier? BBC! I wasn't talking about the news corporation, I knew we'd be doing that kinda stuff with them."
In spite of what she had just said, Jennie looked away. "I'm sorry."
"But why?" Lisa questioned. "We came here both knowing what would probably happen, you just knew more of it than me."
The voice of the guard and the usual angry shouts subsided from behind them, and Jennie looked over her shoulder. The box of whips and punishing tools was being brought out again, and Jennie could see a few cat-o-nine tails hanging over the edge of it. Jennie's heart skipped a beat; they had refrained from using the cat-o-nines last time, but since it would be more severe, would they this time? A cold sweat gathered at her hairline. She knew that, even though she would enjoy being punished with their other implements, she would not enjoy that.
Lisa looked around as well and her face went pale. "Wait...wait, they won't use the spiky ones on us, will they?"
Jennie breathed out a heavy exhale. "They won't use them on you. They might for me...since it's my second time doing this. I really hope not though..."
The two guards in charge of punishing them approached the box, dug around in it momentarily, and one pulled out the barbed whip. Jennie's eyes went wide and a stab of fear tore through her. But she experienced heavy relief as the other one grabbed his hand to stop him, shaking his head and irritatedly saying something in Swahili. The other protested, and the reasonable one raised his voice slightly, which allowed Jennie to hear and understand what he was saying.
"No, you sadistic idiot!" He said in impatient Swahili. "We're punishing the girls, not tearing them apart!"
The one holding the barbed whip put it back, looking sullen. The other one continued digging around, shaking his head and muttering incredulously. Jennie thought a silent blessing on him for his mercy and breathed a sigh of relief. Her heart rate jumped up drastically as they finally settled on a pair of flexible riding crops, pumping her excitement up. She was a pain slut and she knew it. They approached holding the tools, and Lisa whipped her head around to look at Jennie.
"How long do they do it?"
"Not long," Jennie replied, shifting into a comfortable position and preparing for her punishment. "Enough to hurt, though. But don't worry," she continued, smiling deviously, "you'll enjoy-"
Her sentence was interrupted by a vicious smack to her ass by the crop. She cried out loudly in the middle of her sentence and Lisa gave a small squeal at her first strike. And then the second stroke came. And the third. The fourth. The fifth. Jennie, through her haze of pain and pleasure, saw Jaali sitting on his chair by a different hut 10 yards away with his ankles crossed, a drink in his hand, observing the scene. He saw her looking at him and raised his glass mockingly, his smirk visible even from this distance.
She yelped louder at a particularly hard stroke. So far, she thought, this was not more severe than last time, in fact it was more mild. No sooner had she thought this than the crops were put away, and she caught a glimpse of the bullwhips from last time when she looked back. Lisa shot a glance over at her calm, composed demeanor.
"Well, you were right, it isn't as bad as I thought it would be. And I do kinda like it."
A loud, sharp crack cut through the air and Lisa shrieked in pain, eyes wide from the shock of such a drastic increase in intensity. A faint red streak was visible on her ass. A second later Jennie felt a stinging pain on her own ass, and she yelled out as well. Lisa got whipped again, and she gave another howl, eyes screwing up.
"Ow!" She cried, tears welling in her eyes. "It hurts!"
Jennie got her next lash, and she felt tears springing to her own eyes, purely from the pain of it. At a glance to her right, she saw Lisa's pained and tearful eyes looking back at her, her mouth opening in another cry at her next lash. They were each given 12 more lashes and then the bullwhips were put away. Behind her, Jennie heard a man's voice, shouting in Swahili.
"Turn around!"
Jennie turned to face the crowd obediently, but Lisa didn't move, not understanding the command. Jennie opened her mouth to tell Lisa what he'd said, then another crack sounded and Lisa wailed again.
"He says turn around, Lisa."
Lisa turned around hurriedly to face the crowd as well, and a pink tint appeared in her tear-streaked cheeks at the lecherous jeers of the onlookers. She crossed one thigh over her pussy a bit, in a minimal effort to decrease the humiliation, but a warning look from a guard was enough for her to put it back down. She let her leg relax, letting the crowd have an unadulterated view of her naked and abused body, hanging her head in shame. In a way Jennie felt sorry for her, but that thought was strangled by the sight of Jaali walking over from his chair. The guards stood at attention and bowed their heads respectfully, and he climbed up to where Jennie was, surveying with approval the marks left on her and Lisa's bodies. He stepped right in front of her and spoke into her ear, roughly grabbing her sore ass.
"Do you think we should bring out the kitties, little slut?"
Jennie could only assume he was referencing the tails, to which she frantically shook her head.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, master."
Jaali chuckled. "Very well."
He walked behind her, delivered a painful slap to both of their asses, and then walked back to his chair with a single shouted word.
"Kuanza!" ("Commence!")
While Jaali had been talking to Jennie, the guards had gotten out two thin wooden canes and were now preparing to strike. Jennie gulped and steeled herself as much as possible, and completely lost her composure as the first lash landed directly on her nipple.
"FUCK!" She screamed, jerking away as much as possible. It stung way worse than last time, and she had not been prepared for the level of agony it caused. Lisa spouted a similar shriek at her first hit.
And so it continued for dozens of lashes, each stroke becoming more agonizing, until they stopped, leaving the two girls panting heavily, moaning in pain and covered in red streaks. Despite the intense stinging pain she was feeling, Jennie couldn't deny that her pussy was absolutely drenched, and she found herself wanting more. Then she spotted her punisher eyeing her pussy as though about to hit it with the switch.
"Please..." Jennie said quietly, almost to herself, "No..."
Despite her arousal, she knew that being whipped there with that switch would be absolute hell. He seemed to consider it, but shook his head and put away the switch. This time around they used different tools. Perhaps since it was Lisa's first time, they went easier on her this round. Her punisher brought out a multi-tasseled leather flogger, and Jennie's retrieved an old-fashioned Russian knout, thankfully designed without wire. It was, Jennie thought, like a more intense version of Lisa's flogger.
The guards approached once more, holding their different implements of punishment. Jennie saw what was coming an instant before it did - the crowd gave a collective gasp as each of the two girls was struck violently in the pussy with their respective whips. But instead of a shriek of pain, both of them let out moans of pleasure.
"Ooooh..." Jennie moaned, as the guards drew their arms back once more. "Now you like it, huh, Lisa?"
Lisa gave a cute yelp as she was struck between her thighs again. "Mmm, yeah..."
The next upswing hit her directly in the clit, eliciting a high pitched "ahh" and upping her arousal. Lisa moaned again, a barely perceptible buck of her hips signaling her pleasure.
"Harder!" Jennie cried as she was whipped again, desperate for her release. "Fucking whip me harder!"
The guard didn't understand the words she said, but could clearly decipher her tone because his uppercuts increased in force and frequency. She felt herself drawing nearer to an orgasm from pain alone, though the strikes caused her intense pleasure from it. Lisa's cries also got louder as she too approached her orgasm.
"Fuck," Lisa gasped, chest heaving, "I'm gonna cum!"
Jennie only moaned in reply, giving a loud "ah" at her punisher's swing. But then there was a pause in the pleasure pain. Jaali had roused himself from his chair and was making his way through the crowd as Lisa's shouts continued, and after a quick word with Jennie's guard he took the knout from him and turned to face Jennie. There was a moment of silence, broken only by her counterpart's broken whimper, wherein Jaali and Jennie looked each other in the eye, and Jennie knew she was about to cum.
With a slight cock of his head, Jaali brought his hand down and then swung it up into her soaking wet pussy. Then again. And on the third strike, he calculated his movement, let his hand fall, and then brought up a stinging, painful, blissful strike into her. Every tassel of the ten-tail knout was felt, each landing an exquisite sting on a different spot. Her clit, her entrance, her lips, everything was hit in a magnificent blow. And this was what drove her over the edge.
With a final shriek, voicing her pleasure, she squirted explosively all over the place; droplets of her cum showered the tree ring and everything below her. It only took a few more strikes for Lisa to reach her orgasm as well; lithe body writhing, she squirted hard on the tree ring below her too. The two of them hung limp against their bonds, chests heaving.
Jaali climbed up to stand in front of the crowd, back to the two bound girls, and starting speaking loudly in Swahili to the audience.
"You see this?" He gestured at the two of them. "These two degenerate whores have just orgasmed before your eyes, from a public whipping! They are aroused by pain and humiliation! Now that you have seen with your own eyes the level of decadence these licentious sluts show, I leave them to you. I trust that you will handle them appropriately."
The crowd, especially the men, cheered at the last two sentences, and the mob converged. The rope on Jennie's hands was sawed off and she was dragged onto the ground with Lisa. Jennie felt a mass of hands groping and fingering her, to which she moaned quietly. She was pulled to a kneeling position, at which time someone tied a piece of cloth into her mouth, keeping her from talking. A hand grabbed her by the hair and yanked her head back, and a few more restrained her hands behind her back. She felt a lukewarm substance being daubed across her breasts and cleavage, but she couldn't decipher the words from feeling alone. The hand gripping her hair was pulling very hard, and Jennie gritted her teeth at the pain. Yet another hand grabbed her by the neck and tightened its grip until she was gasping, and several more slapped whatever parts of her were accessible. She felt blows land on her ass, pussy, breasts, face, thighs, and other spots. She managed to turn her head enough to see Lisa, who was being treated the same way, and black clay paint which had been roughly smeared across her breasts spelled "Kahaba" (Whore). An unknown someone slapped her face hard enough to knock her over, but she was steadied by the thirty hands grasping her.
Jennie's mind was a whirlwind of chaos and mixed emotions, and the only things that resonated with her brain were the pleasure of being caressed and fingered and the pain of being slapped, spanked, and abused. Bodies and noise pressed in on her. Her hair was released, and she looked down at her chest to see the same clay paint, which spelled "Malkia Kahaba" (Queen Whore). Her cheeks grew hot again, but that was nothing compared to Lisa's. Lisa's face could have been easily mistaken for a beetroot, it was so red.
The two were dragged onto their feet. Jennie's hands were tied behind her back, and she was pushed forward. She could't see where they were going, or where she was being led, but the crowd was marching her and Lisa somewhere, and by the noise of the crowd behind her, she could tell she was at the front of it. Gasps and shouts were heard from who was presumably villagers who hadn't been made aware of the situation. Blindfolded, gagged, tied, and naked, she was paraded through the village, shown to everyone who hadn't already been at the gathering. As humiliated and ashamed as she was, she couldn't ignore the heat building up between her legs again. Was she really being turned on by this?
Then someone in the lead of the crowd shouted in gleeful Swahili, something like "I got it!"
Jennie didn't know what he was talking about, but all the was concentrating on was keeping her arousal to a minimum, since her thighs were rubbing together a lot as she walked. But then, out of nowhere, something flat and something that stung hit her ass, and she gave a loud cry, not expecting the sudden pain. They had broken out the crops again, and Lisa let out a similar squeal a second after. Jennie's ass was already sore from its earlier abuse, and the sting was made much worse now. But each hit not only send a jolt of pain through her, but one of pleasure as well. She struggled to keep her moans at bay, and was battling to keep herself from cumming again. She was fighting on multiple fronts, including her own front, and soon enough the armies of pleasure would overtake her defense.
And sure enough, when the crop was brought up into her pussy, she folded. Her entire body shook with the effort of controlling itself, and she bit the cloth in her mouth hard to keep herself from yelling out. A stream of cum leaked out despite her best efforts. The leaders of the mob noticed her decrease in pace and pushed her to keep walking, thankfully not noticing her orgasm. Her whole body felt hot and shaky, whether that was from arousal or humiliation she didn't know.
Before she knew it, they had made a full circle of the village, and her blindfold and gag were removed. While they had been away, some remaining helpers had constructed two large structures that vaguely resembled spits for cooking meat, which were made up of two vertical wooden poles with an adjoining horizontal pole on top, both of which having been laid down on the ground. The crowd had assimilated more members on its tour of the village, and various members were shouting something Jennie couldn't understand over the noise. But she and Lisa were each forced onto one of the respective spits. Jennie's hands were tied to the top pole, and each of her feet was tied to the two outer poles, spread-eagling her across it. Then a rope was tied onto each of her thighs and then connected to the top pole, to support her and make sure she didn't fall. She looked to the side and saw Lisa in the same position, everything on display for the villagers. Tears were gathered in her eyes, but she didn't seem to be too opposed to her current situation.
The crowd left them alone momentarily while they held an internal discussion, no doubt debating how to humiliate the two girls further. They seemed to come to a unanimous conclusion, and the two were suddenly surrounded by men. Jennie got a brief glimpse of the surrounding houses before the mob of guys closed in. And in every direction, they all pulled out their cocks, and in every direction they started stroking their cocks.
Jennie understood their purpose now. She and Lisa would be covered in cum and raised on their spits to be displayed to all passersby. She was mortified at the idea of it, but the idea also sent a thrill of excitement through her and a fresh wave of slick to her lower region.
It was only a couple of minutes before the cum started flowing; Jennie gasped as the first spurt of cum landed directly on her hypersensitive pussy, and then the floodgates were opened and dozens more hit every part of her that was reachable. She closed her eyes and felt the warmth of each white spray covering her body. They focused much of it on her face, but eventually they covered her whole figure with streaks of white cum. A final spurt landed on her outstretched tongue, and then the men dispersed. Her spit was heaved and hoisted into a standing position, leaving her hanging naked about six feet above the ground, well in view of everyone.
And after a few minutes of jeers, ogling and shame, the crowd dispersed and Jennie found herself in a similar position to last time: naked, tied, abandoned, and humiliated. She looked over and locked eyes with Lisa to her left. Tear tracks adorned her beet-red cheeks.
"You okay?" Jennie asked in Korean, so the remaining locals and guards wouldn't understand.
"Yes," Lisa replied, giving a small struggle against her bonds, "I'm good. And you know what?"
"What?"
Lisa suddenly smiled. "You were right, I did like it."
Jennie raised her eyebrows in surprise. "Really? All that, and you enjoyed it?"
Lisa nodded. "But fuck - that hurt. A lot."
Jennie grinned. "That's what makes it good, isn't it?"
Lisa giggled. "You're a really big fucking slut, you know that?" She sighed. "How long do you think we'll be up here?"
Jennie shrugged, as much as was possible with her arms splayed out. "As long as it takes for the guards to get horny again."
Lisa shivered at the thought. "Damn, that felt amazing..."
"Yes, now you see why I was so eager to come back."
"So what happens next?"
"You'll probably be taken down, then fucked again, then the tribe leader will offer you the option of being this tribe's sex slave. You can go back to Korea with me as long as you come back with me every year."
"Not that I will, but if I refuse?" Lisa asked.
"Prison, in which case the same outcome happens."
"Well, even if I had a choice I would still become their slave. Because god...I can't resist that..."
Jennie laughed. "Now who's a slut?"
"Heyyy!" Lisa protested. "I'm not a slut, it's just...well..."
"Who said there's anything wrong with that?" Jennie chuckled.
Lisa blushed. "Ok fine...I'm a slut."
"That's better."
It was about half an hour more that they hung there, with the occasional goggling passerby, talking. But then a small body of guards approached and took the spits down, untying the two girls and dragging them to their feet. Then their hands were tied behind their backs again, and their blindfolds were replaced.
No fanfare was bothered with and no privacy was cared for as the guards removed their loincloths and bent the two over on their knees. Jennie had no time to react whatsoever before a thick, long, and hard cock entered her pussy from behind, and another pushed against her lips until she opened them, which she did, gladly welcoming the shaft into her mouth. Both dicks quickly reached their maximum depth and bottomed out, making Jennie moan and gag simultaneously. She was very sensitive everywhere from the day's abuse and manhandling, and the man fucking her pussy was taking no care to be gentle. Nor was the one in front, who was savagely fucking her throat with no consideration for her rapidly emptying lungs. She choked on the thick meat filling her throat, trying to draw breath, but to no avail. He thrusted his hips forward fully, shoving his entire cock into her throat, keeping her from inhaling anything but his precum. She gagged, trying to pull away, but he held her head there, making her eyes roll back. She choked again, inadvertently jerking, her throat being stretched out by his thick cock. She desperately coughed and choked, fearing that he would facefuck her to unconsciousness, but then he let her go, pulling out of her throat. She gasped in a breath, coughing and panting. He gave her a moment's rest before starting throatfucking her again, but he didn't hold her down. Quick, hard thrusts were given from both sides, and again she felt herself drawing nearer to a climax. She had lost count of how many she'd achieved, but the number, whatever it was, had left her very sensitive and very delicate, and she was loving being absolutely demolished by the tribesmen. They gave no regard for her sensitivity, uninhibitedly drilling her with relentless abandon. Similar noises came from Lisa to Jennie's right; her cute deepthroat sounds and moans could be heard even over Jennie's own.
Then she heard a groan from behind her and a moment later, a deluge of hot cum filled her pussy, shooting deep inside her. The sudden torrent of warmth triggered her oncoming peak as well, and a gush of cum streamed out of her. Her loud "ahhhhng" was muffled and absorbed by the cock in her throat, and its owner succumbed to the orgasmic pleasure Jennie's mouth gave him, and finally buried himself inside it, releasing his load deep down her throat.
The two were given a minute to recover, breathing heavily, until they were heaved to their bedraggled feet once more.
"Well, see you." Lisa called to Jennie in Korean, excitement easily distinguishable in her voice, and then they were led their separate ways. Jennie nodded at her and allowed herself to be steered away towards the sex hut. Jaali was waiting there, in his chair which was pushed against the center post. He gave a small smirk at the sight of her, cheeks flushed and red, naked, covered in semi-dry cum and whip marks, and pushed onto her knees.
"Enjoyed yourself, little slut?"
"Yes, I have, master."
"Last time, of course, you were offered a choice, which I will be giving to your friend once I'm done here. This time, you having already accepted the better option, you have another choice. You can, of course, return to Korea, and await this time next year. But," he continued, a small smirk curling his lips, "our hospitable village would be willing to play host to you and your friend, should you wish to stay a little bit longer to enjoy our...amenities."
Jennie was silent for a moment, and then smiled widely.
A/N: Jesus Christ, it's about time I put this out. It might've been a bit rushed. It's been pretty fun writing this series, and you know I can't leave it like that, so a part 3 will be in order in about...ten years. You're welcome.
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âY/n? I want to introduce you to some people. This is Alexia and this is Jenni. They have adopted you and will be taking you home in a few days. Does that sound good?âÂ
âHome?âÂ
âYeah, Pequeño, home with us.â The tall dark haired one spoke. She had a nice smile, calm, safe. The other one looked how you felt uncomfortable, anxious, wishing the world would swallow you whole.Â
Over the next few days, Jenni and Alexia had more visits to the group home, eventually taking you home to your new home. It was an apartment, near the beach. It was light and airy, clean and tidy, but not lacking warmth, photos of them on the walls, other people, people you could only assume was their family.Â
âDo you want to see your room cari?â You nodded shyly, following their lead up the hallway.Â
âThis is the bathroomâ pointing to a door on the left, âthis one is the laundry, you wonât need to worry about that though.â Oh but you would. How else would you have clean clothes?
âThat one at the end of the hall is mine and Jenniâs room. You can come in at anytime okay? This, this is your room.âÂ
It was big. A big bed in the corner of the room with clean, soft bedding. A bookcase in the other corner, a toy box and a desk.Â
âAll by myself?â
âWhat?â
âI sleep by myself?âÂ
âYes cari. This roomâ Jenni motions around, âthis is all for you. We will need to go shopping and buy some clothes for you. We can buy you more toys or books. Whatever you want.âÂ
âNo thank you. I have my bag.â A sad look was shared between the two adults while you walked around   Observing but never actually touching anything.Â
âDo you want to watch TV? Jenni is going to make dinner. We can watch TV or play? Whatever you want.â
âI can help clean? Iâm good at that. You can show me where everything is and Iâll clean.âÂ
âNo y/n. You donât need to do anything like that here. We are the adults, youâre a child. You get to be a child here okay?âÂ
You didnât believe a word coming out of Alexiaâs mouth. Adults say things like that all the time but then change their mind, it would only be a matter of time before they did.Â
Secretly, you took note of where everything went. Where the dishwasher tablets were, the laundry detergent, the mop and vacuum. You were sure going to clean up whatever mess you made. A child is to be seen and not heard right?Â
Thatâs exactly what you did, after every shower, after every meal, after reading or playing the next thing you would do is clean up. You kept everything exactly where it was when you came so neither Jenni or Alexia would get mad.Â
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When they took you to training for the first time it was very overwhelming. Jenni was excited, alexia was more cautious. You were much like alexia, shy, introverted and uncomfortable in big crowds.Â
âAmor, stop. She looks scared, just let her calm down a little?â Alexia pulled Jenni aside after trying to introduce yet another teammate to you. The way you picked your fingers and your eyes were wide with fear, she could tell you were uncomfortable.Â
It didnât get any better over the next few weeks and ultimately they both decided it would be better if Alexiaâs mami looked after you. That was horrible. The entire time you were there you cried, afraid they wouldnât come back for you, so much so that you made yourself sick and Eli called them to come back.Â
âHey, hey, Cari. Itâs okay. Jenni and I are here.â The scene they walked into broke their heart. You were sat in a corner, rocking yourself back and forth covered in your own sick. Alexia didnât care, she pulled you into her arms, rocking yourself side to side.Â
âShe thought you left her, for good.â Eli spoke up, rubbing a hand up and down alexiaâs back as she soothed you.Â
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The next few months went the same, while you came out of your shell at home and around a few of the girls, as soon as it was a bigger crowd you retreated. Climbing into either alexiaâs lap or Jenniâs and shoving your head up their shirts. Not once did that complain even though you were stretching out their shirts.Â
Slowly though, the family that was built started getting ripped apart. Alexia and Jenni tried hard not to fight in front of you but you could hear them when you were up late at night cleaning your room and secretly reading.Â
âThey fight a lot.â You said to no one in particular as you licked your ice cream.Â
Leila and Mapi shared a look over your head, âwho do pequeño?âÂ
âMami and mama. They think Iâm sleeping but Iâm not. I hear them. I bet they are fighting right now and thatâs why you took me for ice cream before dinner. Thatâs not allowed.â A silent pause happened before you spoke up again, âIce cream is bad for adults, mami says you have to run extra when mama eats it.âÂ
They both realised how perceptive you were. You were quiet, but even at the age of six you knew when things were wrong and boy were they wrong.Â
Mami and mama kept fighting and you kept getting sent with Tia Alba or Abuela but on the extra bad days it was Leila and Mapi. Leila and Mapi were the best, always giving you ice cream, buying you the colourful cold drinks and the little toys from the arcade but it added to your mami and mamas fights.Â
âYouâre not taking her with you Jennifer! Her whole life is here!âÂ
âThen what do you want me to do? Abandon her with you?â Their fight had been going for a long time, you were supposed to be in your room playing with the new barbies that Mapi got but the yelling was being too loud that you couldnât think about it anymore. So there you were, sat in the hallway listening to them fight.Â
When they finally stopped was when they noticed you, hands over your ears and tears streaming down your face, Alexia all but ran to you, scooping you up and laying you in bed. She stayed with you all night, and many more nights after that.Â
From that day on they werenât fighting with you there, but you knew they were still fighting. When Leila came and got you from the crĂšche that the club set up for you, you knew something was very wrong. Leilaâs face was red, like yours after you cried.Â
âWhatâs wrong lele?â You cupped her face as she bent down to hug you.Â
âNothing princesa. Letâs get some ice cream yeah?â You nodded excitedly, waving goodbye to the carers and pulling Leila out of the room.Â
It took a few weeks to find out what the problem was. Your mami was crying a lot and sleeping in bed with you instead of with mama. You overheard some of the bigger girls talking, âJenniâs going to Paris.â You knew who Jenni was, obviously, your mama but you didnât know what Paris was.Â
So when you got home that night, naturally you asked but that caused yet another argument.Â
âMami didnât tell me! Donât yell at her no more! It was pats who said it but she didnât know I was there cause I wasnât supposed to be.â You stood up on your chair at the dinner table, trying to make them stop fighting.Â
âCari, sit down.â Alexia motioned for you to sit but you crossed your arms and frowned.Â
âStop fighting and I will.â Â
âFine.â So you sat. Arms still crossed and glaring at your mami.Â
âpequeño, I am going to Paris, but I wonât be gone forever.âÂ
âJust for a sleepover?â
âNo pequeño, for a little longer than a sleepover. You know how mami and mama play for Barça?â You nod, of course you knew that. âWell, Iâm going to go play for a club in Paris, like Barça.âÂ
âAre they better than Barça?â You heard your mami scoff.Â
âNo, maybe with my help they will be.âÂ
âAre you going to get a new mami and new me?â
âNo! Never pequeño. No one can replace you or mami. And Iâll come visit, and mami will bring you to me whenever we can. Okay?âÂ
âNo.âÂ
âNo?â Jenni shared a look with Alexia. Unsure how to proceed.Â
âYouâre going to a new place, a new team with new lele and Mapi and-and that means a new me and mami.â You pushed your plate as hard as you could, watching it slide off the other side of the table and then you ran as fast as your little legs could take you. Climbing into the box in your wardrobe to hide.Â
âCariño?â Your mamis voice was loud. She knew your favourite hiding spot and that youâd be in there now. âMi vida. Can you come out please?âÂ
A tiny âNoâ was heard, muffled by the extra blankets that were kept in that box.Â
âI need to talk to you but I canât do it when youâre hiding.â Slowly you came out, not fully removing yourself from the box, just your head.Â
âMama isnât going to replace you okay? There is only one y/n Hermoso-Putellas and thatâs you.âÂ
âBut-â
âNo buts bebĂ©. Mama is feeling a little upset, do you think you can go talk to her? Cheer her up?â
You got out quickly, leaving behind a trail of blankets and one of your socks, barreling into your mama and apologising over and over again.Â
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Thatâs how the next year went, youâd go every few weeks with Tia Alba to Paris or mama would come visit you, but she never slept in her bed with mami and they never talked about anything but you. Abuela said it was because mami and mama werenât together anymore but they still loved you all the same.Â
Then mama came back to Spain but not back to you or mami. It made you both sad. Because you started big school, you barely got to see mama and that made you have a lot of big feelings.Â
You made mami cry a lot because you werenât very nice to her and Abuela said it hurt her feelings but no one ever asked about your feelings. Lola asked though, after you ran away from mami she caught you like she catches the balls.Â
âMi Princesa, what are you doing running away from your mami like that?â Her spare hand coming to tickle your stomach.Â
âI donât like her!âÂ
âWoah thatâs not a nice thing to say, is it?â You shook your head and frowned. âWanna tell me why?âÂ
âShe made mama leave. Mama leaved me and mami and now she wonât come home. They are supposed to kiss like used to but they wonât no more.âÂ
Unbeknownst to you, Alexia and Jenni were both behind you, listening to everything you said.Â
âNo bebĂ©! No, Mami didnât make me leave. I promise. Mami and I love each other still but in a different way.âÂ
âNot Like tia alba and Mapi? More like me and lele?â You asked, slightly confused.Â
âYes, just like that. Wait alba and Mapi?âÂ
âThey was kissing each other like you and mami used to when we got ice cream.âÂ
Lola put you down, realising that youâd just shared a very big secret that Alexia now needed to go deal with. They agreed you would spend the night at the hotel with Jenni before she left again the following morning.Â
Mami, Tia Alba and Abuela had a fake Christmas to celebrate with you since you were going to Madrid to be with mama and her family. Madrid was a long way away, Mami said it equaled 3 naps in the car or 1 nap on the plane.Â
Mamas family was very loud. Almost too loud but mama made sure that you werenât overwhelmed. You got lots of presents, even ones from Mami even though she gave you some already. There was a lot of food and a lot of singing. Everyone was very happy, and you happily fell asleep curled up in your Abuelos lap in front of the fire.Â
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It was a random Wednesday when mama picked you up from school. You were excited, but also confused. If she picked you up it was on a Friday and that was rare.Â
âWhereâs Mami?âÂ
âOh I see how it is. Youâre gotten too big for me huh?âÂ
âDonât be silly mama. Mami usually gets me on wednesdays.âÂ
âWell Pequeño, I have a surprise for you!âÂ
You felt all giddy inside, you were just a kid after all and surprises were fun. She loaded you into the car and drove until you reached a building that looked like the one you and mami lived in.Â
âThis is my new apartment bebĂ©, yours too. Youâll have your own room like at mamis and Iâll be right across from you.âÂ
âBut you live in Madrid?âÂ
Jenni got down on her knees, âIâm moving back here. To be with youâ she bumped your nose with her finger, pulling you into her, âand Iâll be playing at Barça again so we need to get you a New Jersey.â
âYou and mami will kiss again! That was my birthday wish and it came true!â The smile on Jenniâs face was immediately wiped off. She didnât have the heart to break it to you, so she let you continue on rambling about how Nala and you would have so much fun here and mami would love it too.Â
The first night you stayed at mamas new apartment you cried and cried until you passed out in her bed. You didnât understand why Mami and Nala werenât coming and why Mami didnât kiss mama goodbye like the past times.Â
Alexiaâs heart broke into even more pieces when Jenni sent her a photo of you curled up on her chest, your hand gripping her shirt for dear life and the obvious wet patches. Going through a break up was hard at the best of times, but adding a child who didnât understand into the mix? Worse. Every time you asked if your mama could pick you up from school or come to your little kickers game, she had to explain again that Jenni couldnât.Â
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The next three years continue on as the others. Youâre getting better at school and football, much to Mapi and lele delight you love being a defender. The one thing that confuses you though is sometimes your Mami and mama kiss and then sometimes they donât even look at each other. Abuela says they are silly and tia alba says bad words.Â
You donât cope well much with new people, that was proven when Tia Alba bought a new girl to Sunday dinners and when she tried to kiss Alba, you threw a shoe at her.Â
âOye, y/n thatâs not nice. You do not throw things at people.â Your Mami had grabbed your arms, stopping you from running away.Â
âNo! Sheâs being mean to Mapi. Sheâs only allowed to kiss Mapi like you are only allowed to kiss Mami!âÂ
âPequeño-âÂ
âLet go of me! Mami said no kissing anyone else but her! Tia Alba is the same! Only Mapi and Mami!â You finally got out of her grasp enough to push her over, running upstairs to Abuelas room and climbing under the bed.Â
âLet me Ale.â Alba gave her sister a sympathetic smile before turning to follow you. âPequeño?â Silence. âPequeñoooooo? Come here Mariquita.â She grabbed your ankle and pulled you out. You were both sporting matching pouts.Â
âMapi will be sad. You canât do that to Mapi!âÂ
âMi vida, who told you I can only kiss Mapi?âÂ
âMama.â You crossed your arms and stamped your foot, âmama is always right.âÂ
âWhat else did your mama say hm?âÂ
âThat Mami isnât allowed to kiss anyone else but her.âÂ
âIs your mama allowed to kiss others?âÂ
âYes. She has a special friend. I donât like her though because whenever she comes I have to go to my room and Andy barks at her.âÂ
âDoes your Mami know?âÂ
âNo mama said that only sheâs allowed to have special friends and Mami isnât.âÂ
âRight. Well, Mapi and I were special friends, but we arenât anymore. You know Ana who plays with Mami and mama?â You nod your head, you do know Ana. Sheâs very tall and blonde, she helps you tie leleâs laces together too. âSheâs mapis special friend now and Judith is mine. I really like Judith and I want you to like her too.âÂ
âYou like her more than me?âÂ
âNo. Thereâs no one Iâd ever like more than you Mariquita.â Alba started leaving sloppy kisses all over your face before carrying you downstairs to you Mami. You had to apologise to Judith and give her a hug but then she agreed to play with you so you were happy.Â
You didnât notice the conversation between Tia Alba, Abuela and Mami. Maybe thatâs because Judith was playing farms wrong and you had to keep correcting her and but you didnât miss the tears in your mamis eyes when she came to take you home.Â
The fighting started again after that and you never saw your mamas special friend again. The fighting didnât just happen when Mami picked you up but at training too. When you were playing hide and seek with Pina and Cata, you heard your Mami crying to Mapi.Â
You wanted to go see but if you went Pina and Cata would find you and youâd lose. So you stayed and listened.Â
âMariquita told alba that Jenni has a special friend and that Iâm not allowed to kiss anyone but her. Sheâs fucking with the girls head Mapi!âÂ
âAle, sheâs 7, maybe she heard wrong.âÂ
âShe didnât. I spoke to Jenni, she said she was seeing someone but she was supposed to be seeing me only! That was the conversation we had, she promised me that she wouldnât see other people.âÂ
Your mama had lied and made your Mami sad. All of your trusted adults said that lying was bad and making someone sad wasnât nice. So the only logical conclusion was that your mama was a big meanie. You made sure to tell her that when she tried to take you home after training. Screaming bloody murder and kicking and biting her until she let go.Â
Your Mami was the last to you as a crowd of teammates had began to form.Â
âDonât make me go with her Mami. Please Mami. Sheâs mean! I wanna go home with you and Nala. Please Mami.â You begged as you cried into her arms. Alexia looked at Jenni with wide eyes before comforting you.Â
Mami did take you home with her that night and bribed you with ice cream so youâd tell her what happened.Â
âMama made you sad and she lied. That is mean. Mama is mean.âÂ
âMariquita, where did you hear that?âÂ
âI heard you and Mapi. I was hiding in the laundry basket from Cata and Pina because we were playing and you were crying. I wanted to hug you but I didnât want to lose so I stayed hiding.â You shrugged nonchalantly as you continued to shovel ice cream into your mouth.Â
Alexia realised then that they were both fucking with your head. You werenât really a talker, but you were a listener. You caught everything and knew everyoneâs secrets. Expect you didnât know what a secret was so you just shared your new information with whoever was closest.Â
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When Barça lost to Lyon in the champions league final, all you could do was cry. Both your Mami and mama were crying, so was Mapi, lele and pats. Somehow you managed to be standing freely away from Tia Alba and Tia Miriam.Â
The barricade wasnât that high. All you had to do was stand on the seat and jump. Mami was still laying on the floor crying and she always said that your hugs made her tears go away. So you did what you thought was right and jumped over.Â
You ran as fast as you could, which for a 7 year old was pretty fast, hurling yourself at your mamis body on the floor.Â
âMari?â She sat up slightly, noticing the security guards and waving them off, âwhat are you doing down here? Whereâs Alba?âÂ
âYou were crying. When you cry at home, I hug you then you stop crying. Please donât cry Mami.â You tried to wipe her tears but they just kept coming and she squeezed you tighter.Â
Eventually you both got up and went around hugging the other girls and your mama. Even though you were mad at your mama, she still needed your hugs too.Â
When the tall blonde lady from the other team came to talk to Mami, you made sure to stick your tongue out at her when she said hello.Â
âMari, you need to be nice to Ada please.âÂ
âNo, she made you cry.âÂ
âI didnât mean to make your mum cry, I promise.âÂ
âDid you say sorry? Mami says you need to say sorry even if itâs an accident.âÂ
âI did, I even gave her a hug.âÂ
âWell I didnât hear it so say it again.â Both adults laughed at you, Ada saying something about how you were just like Alexia. Obviously, she was your Mami.Â
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You were supposed to be in England when your Mami broke her knee. She was very cranky for a long time and everyone was scared of her. Not you though. You got new toys out of it and new books. But there was a new person around, mamis friend Olga. She didnât play how you liked so whenever she came over you went to your room.Â
Alexia, in her depression didnât notice it. Abuela did though. She saw how you retreated more. How you didnât want to play football, or talk to your mama on the phone. You just hide away in your room, old habits dying hard of cleaning. It was something both Jenni and alexia had worked hard to get you out of the habit of doing. You didnât need to clean the bathrooms, or was your laundry. That was their job, but Mami couldnât do any of her jobs anymore so you did.Â
A loud smashing noise woke you from your nap. It was summer break and youâd spent all morning at the beach with Alba and Judith so you were tired.Â
âYouâre not taking my fucking daughter Jennifer! Over my dead body.â
âSheâs our daughter alexia. And it wouldnât be forever. Just until you can look after yourself and her because god knows you canât!â The fighting was back. Something youâd gotten for 8th birthday was a phone. It only had a few numbers in it but the only one you needed was abuelas. She answered very quickly and you were able to give her a run down of what was happening. When she said she was on her way, you snuck out of the apartment, taking Nala with you and heading down to the front foyer to wait.Â
It was very long before she arrived, running through the doors and barely stopping to notice you sitting there.Â
âMi vida! Whatâs happening?âÂ
âDunno. I was sleepinâ then Mami started swearing and mama said she was taking me away.âÂ
âAlba, take her to the car. Now.â Abuelas voice was scary, the type she used to yell at Mami and alba when they were fighting or when Nala chewed her tv remote.Â
Eli could hear the yelling from the hallway, using her key to let herself in.Â
âI donât fucking care Alexia! Sheâs not staying here. Youâre a pathetic excuse of a mother right now!â
âENOUGH!â Both women turned in shock to see Eli standing there, face full of fury. âYour daughter rang me because you were both screaming at each other. She was scared and wanted to leave. I bet neither of you noticed that she left!âÂ
âNo eli. Sheâs in her room.â
âSheâs in my car Jennifer. She packed a bag and took Nala downstairs and waited. Alba put her in the car. Neither of you deserve that little girl. All you two do is fight and treat each other like shit. In front of her! What kind of example are you setting?âÂ
âMami-â
âNo Alexia. Iâm not done. Jennifer, you will not move that child to the other side of the world. Her football is here, her school and her friends that she worked so hard to make. Youâre here often enough that you will see her and I will bring her on holidays. Alexia, pull your shit together. She relies on you not the other way around. She will stay at my house for now, Nala too. When youâre ready to be grown ups, you know where to find her.âÂ
It didnât take long for mama to come but it was to say she was leaving and you wouldnât be coming with her. She explained that sheâd be going to Mexico, you understood geography a lot better now since you had just turned 8. She was going far away, further than ever before and leaving you behind yet again.Â
Something changed that day, it wasnât the first time you had been left behind but this was your mama. The person who was supposed to stay with you and love you.Â
Towards the end of 2022, alexia was finally running again. Rehab was going as planned and you were continuing to do well in school. She had planned to take you, Tia Alba and Abuela to the Maldives for Christmas. It was supposed to be a fun time. Just the four of you. Nala couldnât come but she was excited when she got dropped off at Pats house. Â
When you came back school had started again, Mami had promised everyday sheâd be the one to pick you up from school and she was. Until a stranger came. She wasnât completely a stranger, she was mamiâs friend but you didnât know her. Your refusal to go home with her caused a scene and Abuela ended up getting called.Â
Your Mami and mama had taught you a lot of important things, like when someone was sad you gave them a hug, never take food from a stranger and never ever go with a stranger. Only a trusted adult and Olga was not a trusted adult. All the trusted adults knew the safe word, it was the word theyâd say and you knew Mami or mama sent them but she didnât.Â
âMari, what happened at school today?â Mami asked while watching tv on the couch.Â
âI did some maths, made a volcano explode. A stranger tried to take me. Oh! And I played on the monkey bars with Isabel then she braided my hair!âÂ
âA STRANGER WHAT!â She jolted you around.Â
âYeah at pick up. You didnât come and she said you were friends but she didnât know the safe word so I ran back inside and made them call Abuela.â It was silent for a few moments before it clicked. Alexia was stuck doing an interview and had asked Olga to pick you up, completely forgetting to tell her about the safe word.Â
âOlga came, yes?â You nodded, âyou know Olga. Youâve met Olga before?âÂ
âJust because Iâve met her doesnât mean I know her Mami. What if the mean Real Madrid girls took me from school? Iâve met them but I donât know them. Plus she didnât know the safe word and trusted adults know the safe word.âÂ
âYouâre right Mari. How about this weekend we go to the beach and you can really know Olga? We can take Nala and have a nice lunch.â You thought it over for a moment, you did like the beach and you liked most of mamis other friends, expect the Real Madrid goalie. You did not like her at all. After much consideration you nodded your head. Mami pulled you back into her lap and thatâs how you stayed for the rest of the night.Â
Meeting new people wasnât easy. You got Mami and mama when you were three but now you were eight. During those five years youâd met so many new people, some were good and some not so good. There was always something subconsciously that made you freak out, especially when it was in a foreign place.Â
âHola y/n. Iâm Olga.â She squatted down so she was a little smaller than you. Instead of responding you just hid behind your Mami.Â
âshe gets a bit nervous around new people. Mariquita? Can you please say hi?â Alexia felt you shake your head from behind her, she let out a sigh but continued on.Â
They both tried to include you in conversation but you only ever stared at Olga. Mami had a lot of friends, none of them quite like her. She was what Abuela would describe as a espĂritu libre. Almost the opposite of Mami.Â
âAre you and my Mami having sex?â Both adults chocked on their food.Â
âMari!â
âWhat? I asked it in a polite way no?âÂ
âWhere did you learn that?âÂ
âYouâre deflecting. Abuela says you and Tia alba do that when you donât want to answer.â Olga just watched as you both stared each other down.Â
âDo you know what sex is?â Olga asked, she didnât mean to ask it out loud so she was just as shocked as alexia was when the words came out.Â
âYes. I googled it. Iâm not stupid you know.âÂ
âWhat do you mean you googled it?âÂ
âI donât understand what you arenât understanding Mami? I am speaking the same language!âÂ
âYouâre eight. You shouldnât be googling things like that! Where did you learn the word?âÂ
âMapi.âÂ
âOf course. Please explain how you and Maria got on the conversation of sex.âÂ
âShe was talking to Ingrid and I was hiding in the locker room because Ana was gonna get me and she said to Ingrid âshould we have our post win sex earlyâ. You mocked the way Mapi spoke, earning a laugh from Olga who only got a glare from your Mami.Â
âIâm going to kill her.âÂ
After lunch Olga let. Instead of Mami driving home, she drove straight to Mapis apartment and basically smashed the door down. You got a front row seat to the chewing out the Spaniard got. Her face red in embarrassment. To you, it was very funny but to Mami and Mapi, it was not.Â
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On the 30th of April, the time finally came for your Mami to return playing. She was back in training a few weeks earlier which meant you were spending more time with Abuela after school.Â
When Mami got subbed on the crowd went wild. Everyone was standing and clapping. Abuela, Tia Alba and Olga were all crying and when you asked why, Tia alba explained they were happy tears. It didnât really make much sense to you, you understood she was hurt and couldnât play for a while but you didnât understand the significance that your Mami held to the club or to womenâs football in general.Â
FC Barcelona won the champions league that year. This was the first time you truly understood what it meant. They were the best time in Europe. Mamis important Ibiza holidays always included you, but this year they wouldnât. Mama was back and youâd be going on holiday with her before the World Cup.Â
Mama took you back to Madrid, where you spent three weeks. Not once did you talk about Mami, or Tia alba but you did talk about Mexico and how mama really loved it there and wanted you to visit. Right before you flew back to Barcelona, mama gave you a special necklace. It was a love heart locket, on one side was a picture of you, Mami and mama when you were little and the other side was blank.Â
âWhen we win the World Cup, there will be a picture of the three of us to go on the other side.â It was a promise.Â
You celebrated your ninth birthday in Australia. Mami and mama were allowed to come celebrate with Tia Alba, Abuela and Olga. There was a weird feeling around the table but you didnât care. You had most of your favourite people and Olga and thatâs all you needed.Â
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A Little Cocky A Little Toxic
I was listening to a song when I thought about this. Its a little rushed.
Warnings - smut 18
hopefully i got the right mix of cocky and toxic for you guys @lemontatas @vixwritesagain and may have used your words for inspo vix đ
@lucyandalexiafan i hope your arse isn't too sore for waiting on this and as always thank you for being my hype girl â€ïž
You checked your insta story.Â
83 viewsÂ
You smirked when you saw the name you had been hoping to see.Â
Did you only put it up in hopes that she would see it?Â
Maybe. But that was your business.Â
But also, like everyone else on your feed you wanted people to know you were out living your best life.Â
But she was the only one you cared that saw you were out living your best life.Â
It was a picture of you in a club with your friends. It wasnât anything fancy, just you pouring a bottle of Prosecco into your glass. Leaning forward so your chest was on your show.Â
And she saw it.Â
You and Jenni werenât a couple. You just fucked. Good old fashioned fuck buddies. You weren't seeing each other, there were no limits about seeing other people. No rules, no restrictions. But, you maybe had a small, tiny, little fraction of feelings for the girl.Â
But that was your business.Â
You carried on dancing with your friends. You were having a good night, you noticed you had a few eyes on you. A lot of fuck me eyes, and of course you was tempted, it would have been easy to let one of the girls drag you into the bathroom stalls and fuck you, or even gone home with one of them to have a night of hopefully good sex.Â
But you were hoping the eyes on your story might do that.Â
You reposted your friend's story that you wee in. It was a sign of the club, the neon lights glowing red on the wall above you. You were beneath it, a girl you had met on the dance floor was leaning close to you, her hand on your waist. The picture had caught you looking at her mouth, smirking wickedly, as your own lip was between your teeth.Â
It even surprised you how the picture caught a very intimate looking moment. Your eyes had the look of the âcome fuck meâ stare. But you would blame that on the alcohol.Â
Within seconds you already had 3 views.Â
One of them was her.Â
You felt the stupid butterflies in your stomach. So you took a tequila shot to drown them.Â
âWould you like another one?âÂ
You turned to see a tall red headed girl with curly hair. Her eyes were so green they almost reminded you of hers, almost.
âOnly if youâll take one with me.â You grinned.Â
She smiled, you eyed the dimples in her cheeks. She was cute, but also really fucking hot.
âThat was the plan.â She eyed you up and down. Her green eyes lingered on your chest.Â
She had more plans than just drinking.Â
âDo you wanna do it the fun way?â She shouted over the music.Â
âWhatâs the fun way?â You asked, leaning in.
She leaned into your ear, her flowery perfume engulfed your senses.Â
âI put the salt on your neck. Lick it off. Then take my shot.â Her lips grazed your ear, you felt your nipples strain against your top.
âYeah, okay.â You smiled at her, even though she was cute and innocent looking she had an air of cockiness to her. Just like someone else you knew, but it wasn't the same.
âYou go first. Show me how it's done.â You laughed as she raised her eyebrows playfully.
The shots were placed in front of you, with the lime and salt. Â
âReady?âÂ
You nodded, you could feel your heart going a little.Â
âSo, you mind if I?â She pointed to your neck.Â
âOh yeah, itâs all yours.â You giggled.Â
The red headed girl nearly faltered for a second.Â
Jenni never faltered.Â
She pushed your hair back, and licked your neck. Her tongue was soft as it dragged across your skin. You felt your skin erupt in goosebumps from her touch. You felt the grain of salt be poured on your neck, small grains dropping down your chest.Â
She leaned into you, her lips wrapped around your neck as she sucked the salt of your body. It surprised you how soft she was. You were expecting some teeth or her lips to leave a red mark. Your eyes closed as her tongue sweetly caressed your skin. You couldnât deny it felt good, your nipples straining once more.Â
She pulled back, this time her green eyes did catch the bumps beneath the fabric. She smirked but it was an innocent smirk, almost like she was apologising for how your body reacted to her.Â
She drank her shot, wincing at the drink like she had never taken it before. She sucked on her lime.
âOkay, your turn.â
You smiled, you gently threaded your fingers in her curly red hair and tilted her head back. Even with the loud music you heard her shy gulp.Â
You laid your tongue on her neck and gilded it slowly up to her jaw. You sprinkled the salt all while your hand was still holding her hair.Â
âReady?â You whispered.Â
You pecked her neck before sucking the salt off her neck. You heard a small gasp escape her mouth. Like her, you weren't rough, you just let the salty substance sit on your tongue as you felt her pulse point beat against it.Â
You moved back, drinking your shot without blinking and sucked on your lime. Â
âWow, erm. That was hot.â She laughed awkwardly.Â
You smiled as you removed a lime seed from your mouth.Â
One of your very drunk friends grabbed your hand. Clearly not caring that she was interrupting you.Â
âItâs our song!!â She shouted. âCome on!â She slurred as she jumped.Â
You looked at the red head, she was smiling at the happy girl in front of you.Â
âSorry. Iâll be right back.â You winced.Â
âNo, donât worry! Iâll find you in a bit?âÂ
âDefinitely.â You smiled before you were dragged into the floor of sweaty bodies dancing.Â
It was half an hour later when you felt your phone vibrate.Â
You saw a notification of an insta post you were in, but it was the message that caught your attention.
Jenni - having fun?Â
You felt those butterflies coming back. Should you reply? No, leave it for a bit, donât let her know youâve even seen it, or that you care.Â
Your fingers started tapping.
You - lots. You?Â
She didnât reply for another 20 minutes.Â
Jenni - Iâm outsideÂ
Your heart fluttered as you read the words. Â
You looked around the room as if she could see you, not wanting her to see the excitement on your face. Of course you weren't going to just drop your friends and leave the club.Â
But she was outside, it would be rude not to say hello. You could just go say hi and come back.Â
Simple.
You stepped out into the cool air, watching as other party goers jumped into their Ubers.Â
You spotted her car, once again feeling stupidly excited that she came all this way to see you. You walked over to the vehicle, her window rolled down, revealing her wolfish grin.
Those fucking butterflies.Â
âHey.â You whispered.Â
âHola.â She winked, you could hear her music playing in the car.
âSo, what you doing here?â You nervously played with your skirt.Â
She watched your nervous movements, smiling as she chewed on her gum.Â
âI was in the area. Saw you was here. Saw you were taking shots.âÂ
You were confused then. Taking shots?â
âWhat?â You forced a chuckle.
âI saw it on Mapiâs story. I saw you taking shots with a friend.â Her tone dipped when she said the word friend.Â
That must have been the notification you ignored.Â
âOh right.â You mindlessly touched your neck where the redhead had her lips an hour before.Â
Jenniâs green eyes roamed your body, she made you feel naked with how her orbs burned your skin. You felt yourself shiver.Â
âCold?â Jenni smirked.
âOhh, a little.â You darted your eyes to the floor. Your cockiness from earlier had all but disappeared.Â
âWant to get in? Itâs warm in my car.â She gave you that smile that meant more than what she was really saying.Â
You knew If you got in the car you wouldnât be going back to the club.Â
You wordlessly walked to the passenger side, sliding into the leather seat. Jennis' woody perfume shot through your senses.Â
âBetter?â She smirked as she put the car in gear.Â
âYeah.â You nodded.Â
You watched Jenni eye up a couple of pretty girls walking out the club. One of the girls must have caught Jenni staring, you could see her blush from where you sat in your passenger seat. Jenni smiled at her, probably giving her the same smile she gave you.
Jenni turned up her music as she revved her car, getting the attention of the girls she had been staring at. She chuckled as one of them giggled like a schoolgirl. You rolled your eyes.
That's when you realised you never got the pretty redhead's name.
You could feel the raven haired girl's eyes on you.Â
âDid you not have fun, cariño?â
You blushed at the cute name, trying desperately to hide your smile. âYeah? Why?â
She shrugged, not looking at you. One hand on the wheel, the other had just found itself on your bare thigh.
âYou left so quickly. Canât imagine you were having that much fun.â She gave you that cocky smile that normally made you smile, but her question made you stutter.
âN-No. I was having fun, lots of fun. I just wanted to say hello to you.âÂ
She smirked. âDo you want me to drop you back there?-â
âNo! âŠErm no.â Fuck sake. You closed your eyes in annoyance at yourself.Â
âNo? So I'll keep driving?â She chuckled lightly.
âYeah, I donât mind where we go.â You shrugged, trying your hardest to not like you cared.
âYou look good, by the way.â Her hand squeezed your thigh.Â
Butterflies. Wet butterflies.
âThank you.â You tucked your hair behind your ear, watching her arm flex as she moved the gear stick.
âSo who was your friend in Mapiâs story?â She asked, looking back at the road.
No fucking way. Was Jenni actually jealous? She had never questioned you on any other girl before. Never questioned if you were seeing anyone, but here she was, picking you up outside the club because she was âIn the areaâ and asking who you were with.
You loved the thought of her being jealous.
âSheâs no one. Just someone I met. Why?âÂ
She shrugged again, her eyes fixed on the road. âNo reason.â Her tone was steady.
You nodded, not giving away your selfish enjoyment that the girl was in fact jealous.Â
âNot jealous are you, Jenni?â
The girl laughed, she finally looked at you. Her green eyes shone as a street light flashed over her face.Â
âNo, but I did want you when I saw your pictures.â She hummed, her voice low.
You wanted to be annoyed that she wouldn't fess up to even being a little jealous, but hearing Jenni saying she wanted you made you forget your annoyance.Â
Feeling Jennis' hand creep up your skirt made you forget your next words.Â
Yes, you were a simple girl. Especially when it came to Jenni.
âYou wanted me?â You gasped quietly as she ghosted your thongs.
âSi, that little tight skirt you have on. I like it.âÂ
You felt yourself smile at the complement.
âI want to fuck you with it on.â She said it like she was talking about the nice weather you'd been having.
This was Jenni all over. If she thought sheâd shown you any emotion she would turn that conversation around in a quick blink. But you were used to it. This wasn't anything more than a hookup.
So you did what you knew and joined the dance.
âI only wore it for that reason.â You smirked as you stroked your hand on her own thigh. And as soon as you did you couldn't hold back the blush.
âAre you wearing a strap?âÂ
Her cocky smile appeared again.
âSĂ. I told you. I want to fuck you with that skirt on.â She stopped at a red light.
âWhat one are you wearing?â You began to pull her loose trousers down, revealing the purple plastic.
âYour one.â She winked, chewing on her gum.
Your chest tightened at the comment. You had found out Jenni had a few different straps for different girls, all having their own individual ones. In one sense it was great because you weren't one for sharing a strap with random girls and on the other it was maybe the biggest dickhead energy you had ever seen.
Jenni leaving her house with a harness attached to her hips assuming, no, knowing you would drop everything and leave with her made you feel a little ashamed.
But your thoughts were interrupted as her hand between your legs pulled your thin fabric to the side, pushing her long fingers between your wet folds.Â
âWho got you so wet already, bebĂ©?â She purred as she leaned in.
âYou.â You whispered, your eyes fluttered as she found your clit. She leaned in, you could smell the mint on her breath.
âSo quickly?â She whispered against your lips.
Your hips flexed as she swirled your wetness around between your folds. You were so easy for this girl. So fucking easy.Â
âAre we there yet?â You breathed out.
âNealy.â She leaned back but her hand travelled back between your legs as soon as she could spare it.
10 long minutes later she pulled the car up facing a sky line of lights. It was a pretty spot, you'd been here once before on a first date, but never with Jenni.
It was on top of a hill, but Jenni drove a few feet away from any other cars around. She parked her car up, facing the view.
âCome.â She opened her car door. You followed her.
She walked to the front of her car leaning against the bonnet. Her wolfish smile was on full show. She looked so cocky, everything about her, from her stance to her smile, the way she looked at you.Â
And you couldn't help but love it.
You walked over to her, she put her hands out pulling you towards her. You shivered from the night air.
âHere.â Jenni started to take her jacket off, wrapping it around your shoulders.Â
You were screaming for joy internally but of course your face didnât move an inch.Â
She brought your mouths together. It was soft and sweet, it felt more intimate than it ever had before. Her hands pulled your hips into hers, making you lean against her. Her finger crept up your stomach, making you whimper just in time for her tongue to find its way into your mouth. She let her hands wander to your arse, squeezing your flesh.
âDo you want to get it ready?â She smirked.
Once again, this was the dance between yourself and Jenni. Of course you wanted to suck her strap while she smiled at you like that. The question alone made your clit throb.
But why had she taken you to a date spot and not to her house like she usually did?
You pulled the strap out of her trousers, kissing her neck as you did. You looked around the spot she had parked, making sure no one was around. You slowly got to your knees and wrapped your lips around the plastic, all while the woman kept her eyes on you.
You knew Jenni liked you in this position. Well, actually she loved you in this position. She had you like this whenever she could, strap or no strap, on your knees, pleasuring her until she was coming in your mouth.
You easily pushed her into the back of your throat.
âFuck.â She sighed as one of her hands came into your hair, helping you move on her strap.
You felt your cunt already throbbing as your head was gently pushed, taking more of the strap in your throat. Jennis' head tilted back in pleasure as your movements pushed perfectly against her clit.
You felt your thighs becoming uncomfortably wet as the girl above fucked your throat. You began to choke a little as her hips rocked faster, making your eyes water as you tried to take her fast movements. The tears started to roll down your cheeks, your black mascara mixed with the tears, you looked a mess but Jenni smiled wickedly once she saw the sight.Â
âOh no, the pretty girls, getting her pretty make up messed up?â She curved her hands around your face as she wiped the black tears, all while still fucking your mouth.
Her words made you groan.
âYou look so good, bebĂ©.â She grunted hard, you started to feel her legs shaking, she was clearly close.
She gripped your hair into a ponytail as her other hand stayed caressing your cheek. The soft touch made you blush more then the plastic fucking your throat did.
âJust like that. Just like that.â Her hips started to stutter. âFuck. Youâre so good. I fucking loveâŠyour mouth.â
What? Did she? Did you hear that right?
She groaned above you, small hard little grunts each time her strap hit the back of your throat. She came hard against the strap. Her hand stroked your cheek as she grinded those last bits of pleasure points into your mouth.
She gently pulled out of your mouth, her chest was heaving. She helped you to your feet, her lips crashing into yours.
âReady to get fucked in that skirt?â She said it with a hunger in her voice.
âYes.â You gasped as her teeth sunk into your lip. Her kisses became feverish, you could hardly breathe with the way her mouth swallowed each groan and whine. The girl was everywhere.Â
You felt your body being turned around to face her car bonnet.
âSo, you had a good time tonight?â She whispered against your neck. You lost control over your legs.
âHmm hmm.â You agreed.
âBut youâre having more fun with me, sĂ?â Her voice almost sounded nervous.
Was this her jealous side coming out again?Â
âY-yeah. So much more fun.â You stuttered as her hands pushed your skirt up, revealing your cheeks.
âFuck,â She brought her hands up to your cheeks, squeezing the flesh so hard you knew youâd have bruises tomorrow.Â
She moved your skirt up around your hips, revealing your cheeks to the cold night air. She pulled the wet thin fabric down to your ankles, helping you step out of them. She tucked them in her back pocket.
Your mind was reeling, her movements were so fucking slow. Your clit was crying for Jennis' touch again, you pushed yourself backwards, trying to show how desperate you were.Â
âYouâre so worked up. I donât believe itâs only been me to get you this turned on, baby.â
You would be lying if you said the redhead didnât turn you on. But what did it matter? Jenni wasnât your girlfriend.Â
âMaybe youâre not.âÂ
You felt her pause in her movements, it was a first for you.Â
âHmm, is that right?â Jenni wrapped her hand around the back of your neck, guiding you forwards. You felt the head of the strap kiss your wet lips.Â
âFuck!â You gasped as the 5.9 pushed you against the bonnet of her car, her hips holding you down.Â
A whole new rush of wetness leaked between your lips.Â
âBut Iâm the one who has you now.â She easily pushed her strap inside your tight walls, unfazed by your height pitched moan.Â
You were so full.Â
You didnât even catch her words, or the jealousy in her tone. Your brain was trying to get used to the girth the plastic that made room for itself inside you.Â
âJesus!â You cried out as Jenni snapped her hips, her pace was already so fast, you weren't going to last long. She gripped your hips, forcing you to take more of the strap, pulling you down on the length.Â
âYouâre so tight. Have you not been fucked since me?â She smirked, she knew the answer.
âNo-no!â You stuttered as she slapped her hips against your thighs.Â
âJust me, only I get to fuck this pussy, SĂ?â
âYes!â You didnât really know or care what she was saying, all you could think about was how her hips were forcing your body down on the bonnet, the weight of her body making it hard to move as she made you take every thrust.Â
âYouâre a slut for me. Arenât you?âÂ
You whimpered, the wet slapping from your cunt was so loud.Â
âYes! A massive slut for you Jenni!â Your words echoed in the quiet area around you.Â
Your pussy was throbbing, you could feel your climax rising up your body, the swell of those butterflies rushed from your stomach to your clit.Â
âSay it again.â She growled from behind you.Â
You didnât think it was possible, but her pace picked up. Your skin was being slapped from every thrust, you could feel your essence dripping down your clenched thighs.Â
âIâm a massive slut for you Jenni!â You moaned out as she grabbed a handful of your hair, forcing your head back, arching your back.Â
âDont fucking forget it!âÂ
You couldnât physically make any noise as the girl rammed her strap so hard into your core, you lost all ability to breathe. You imagined the site was incredible for Jennis' ego. Your body being pressed against her car as the cocky Spaniard had you calling you her slut.Â
Your cheeks bouncing as she watched her strap slide into you like she owned you. Your once neat hair, now a mess in her grasp. And your pretty makeup, completely ruined.Â
All for her.Â
Your cunt clenched as you came around the purple strap. You weren't sure if you were loud or made any kind of noise, all you could hear was the blood rushing in your head. The pleasure taking over your bodyÂ
She silently pulled out and left you to pull your own skirt down.Â
You heard the car door open and followed her back into the car.Â
âDid you want me to drop you back to the club?âÂ
âNo, just take me home.âÂ
It was silent. She put her music back on.Â
You looked down at your lap, you had dirty knees from your kneeling position, black stained tears dried into your cheeks, and no underwear. You felt stupid.
She pulled up outside your apartment.Â
âIâll see you soon?â Her green eyes looked sad.
You nodded. âYeah.â
You opened the car door, your chest felt tight again.Â
âWait.â
Your turned to her, those small butterflies coming back. Hopeful.Â
âMy jacket.â She awkwardly smiled at you.Â
âOh. Sorry.â You took off her jacket that was 2 sizes too big for you. Her woofy perfume still sat on your skin.Â
âThanks.âÂ
You climbed out the car, she pulled off quickly, not giving you another glance. You felt the tears threatening to spill, but you pushed it back.Â
This was the dance with Jenni.
#woso#woso community#woso fanfics#woso smut#jenni hermoso smut#jenni hermoso x reader#jenni hermoso imagine#jenni hermoso#woso x reader#woso imagine
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my Jenny, Tuck, Brad, Shelden, and Vega older designs ^__^
i'm watching mlaatr, still not done, i think i got like 10 more eps (and if i'm being transparent i skipped around eps... i just wanted to see vega...). And i'm absolutely loving the show!!!! i love these characters a lot, didn't like Shelden at first i'm going to be honest, #1 Shelden hater for a bit there. but he chilled out in season two and i started to ship breldon with that too so now i just love him so much.
more about my personal headcanons:
Jenny: - I am under the belief that she is transgender. Jenny was made genderless, so her deciding to be a girl was strictly her choice and i believe that makes her trans. (She's also a lesbian) - she did grow a bit, im not gonna explain how idc really i just liked her being a taller lady :-) - she has A LOT of different cute outfits and hair styles, honestly too much to draw. she never transforms back into her base show outfit when crime fighting, she just fights in her cute summer dress she don't care. - her and vega are dating grrgrgrrrr - when vega is in rule she makes it so there is complete free access between earth and cluster prime for citizens in both places. - I say that cause i think when jenny is older she moves in with vega, technically living in cluster prime but visits earth like everyday. And brad/shelby/tucker/wakeman visit cluster prime - Jenny also hangs out with the nicktoons unite gang, but i deffo feel like its just that secondary friend group that you don't talk to with for months. when you talk again its the same goofiness as before - i think danny calls for her help when he needs it (also manny) Tuck: - he is still a little shit but we love him - adhd boy - questioning cis (he/him) - he got into robotics/stem and builds little silly things - with that, he gets help from Shelby - pretty much just a silly teen, he's on the internet a lot and has "cringe" interests - but idk he's having fun and being silly and finding himself (those interests is stuff like sonic and among us) Shelden(Shelby) - honestly kinda nervous about ppl thoughts on my Shelden, idk it makes so much sense in my brain - hits you with the transfem beam (she/they) Pansexual (she just wants anyone type of vibe) - I think when jenny is visiting vega often that leaves Shelby and Brad hanging out alone a lot. which they don't mind honestly, they are actually good friends! - but during that they just get closer and start catching feelings. Shelby eventually lets go of her feelings about jenny and realizes they were a real jerk and weirdo to her. brad helps them through that and eventually her realizing she's trans. blah blah they in love and kiss at some point. - Shelby is also a furry lmaooo her fursona is a cat.
Brad: - bisexual cis man (he/him) - Still his old brad self if i'm being honest. - totally forgot to say i think all 3 of them go off to college together (even though jenny doesn't have to i feel like she would prob want to just for the experience, but tell me if you think differently i'm still unsure) - i really don't know what else to say sorry brad! he's literally just as silly as ever man. he's just also gay - i will say here i feel it takes a lot longer for shelby and brad to start dating then jenny and vega. they got that slow burn kinda shit going on, since a lot of that is shelby being confused about her feelings. and jenny and vega just hit it off right away if im being honest, very high school sweethearts. - (also i think shelby makes brad make a fursona to match hers, so brad got a dog fursona)
Vega: - Lesbian cis (she/her) - That ending of her just ruling cluster prime was just so crazy to me cause like, aint she like 16? - i think she has a lot of stressed nights and fearing she's not doing the right thing for her people, and jenny tries to help as much she can - that is why jenny visits so much, she wants to help her. - very much got those nights were she accidently falls asleep at her desk, jenny finding her and giving her a blanket and a kiss goodnight - it's not like she's unhappy, she is actually very very passionate about her work and wants to NOT be like her mom - and yeah she deffo goes to robo therapy for the stuff with her mom. - i think it's a conflict where vega is scared her mom is gonna come back and jenny has to reassure her that if she does they'll get rid of her for good.
imma be honest a lot of my hcs are pretty half-baked and random things, im sure im going to think of more stuff in the future but that will be in different posts.
#nicktoons#nickalodeon#my life as a teenage robot#mlaatr#xj9#jenny wakeman#brad carbunkle#tuck Carbunkle#sheldon lee#Sheldon Oswald Lee#jennyvega#breldon#vega#hoodedjelly art
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GONEGIRL.
athlete!jungkook x f!reader
đ„» genre: s2l (strangers to lovers?), fwb (friends with benefits), pwp, and university au.
đ„» rating: 18+
đ„» word count: 3.2k
đ„» warnings: [MINORS DNI] afab/f!reader, heavy infatuation, they basically stalk each other, a lot of sexual tension, smut is literally the plot, many mentions of wet dreams, debatable infidelity, reader has debatable morals, jungkook & reader are horny, switch!jk (but he does most of the dominating) and switch!reader, a lot of making-out, hickeys (f.receiving), reader lowkey has a praise kink, hair pulling (m.receiving), jungkook whimpers, extra beefy jungkook, dry humping⊠and they get caught.
a/n: this is not proofread, but why is standing next to you such a bop?? helped me finish this after months of it being stuck in the drafts. also, to whoever told me to stay in the basement, i couldnât stick to my word, pookie đ. enjoy!
series masterlist: GONEGIRL
chapter one - âslowburn?â
đ„» GONEGIRL
you knew who he was.
jeon jungkook: the senior that all the freshmen drooled for and the senior that all the seniors wanted to themselves. as a senior yourself, you couldnât say he didnât intrigue you. he was a sporty guy, winning national and global championships in track and wrestling for fun on the side. obviously, his matches were the most popular in viewership across the university. the golden boy, he never once failed to add another gold medal to your universityâs esteemed profile.
so, you knew who he was, but you couldnât understand why his eyes were stuck on you and only you.
youâd first met him at a party held by one of his close friends, namjoon. you were introduced briefly and didnât exchange any numbers or socials. but, that following morning, jngkk_97 followed you on instagram. and, from that day on, he was the first guy to like your posts, the first guy to view your stories and the first guy you knew of to not slide into your dms.
with his intriguing, yet unexpectedly distant, behaviour, he found his way into your mindâ 24/7. so, every morning, you awoke, gaslighting yourself into believing that the thought of his pink, pouty lips on yours didn't actually send you into a midlife crisis. they just made you a little faint.
every single night, you tucked your fragile mind into bed, losing yourself in hazy dreams branded by the thought of jungkook's touch. but, after a few weeks of contactless flirting, you let the idea of him go.
because youâd been told he had a girlfriend.
although it usually took a lot to do so, you felt the cowardly urge to give up on your infatuation. it'd been more than 2 weeks of mutual stalking but, still, no message. you guessed, he just wasn't as desperate for you as you were for him.
and you didn't like that. so you quit your daily routine of streaming his instagram and greedily watched as he kept up his own stalkish routine, consecutively failing to direct his focus back onto his girlfriend.
the same gorgeous girlfriend sitting with him on a black and cushy beanbag, radiating as she spoke to the other students around them. and that's when you realised, not having each other's undivided attention must've been a thing in their relationship.
because, his doe eyes of false innocence were only on you.
it was the first time you were seeing each other in person after namjoonâs party.
you stared back at jungkook through the wide, unglazed window in the separating wall between the kitchen and the living room. even with his supposed girlfriend of 5 months on his lap, running her fingers through his hair, his eyes were only on you. you scoffed, chuckling to yourself.
he would be fun.
leaning back on the kitchen counter of jennieâs apartment, you tilted your head to the side. intrigued, you watched as he did the same, copying your actions with a lopsided grin. now, you didnât have the best eyesight but you werenât so blind that you couldnât tell that he was clearly hinting at something. something that would land you in a very taboo situation.
and you loved that.
you lifted your plastic cup to your lips and turned away from the athlete sitting at the other end of the room. you downed your drink as you walked out of the kitchen and into the living room. you looked around for your best friend and there she was, face deep in boobs.
as you made your way to the couch she was sprawled on, you realised the athlete had disappeared from his girlfriendâs side. curious of where heâd disappeared to, your eyes ran across the packed apartment, desperate for the sight of him.
and there it was, the something.
he was standing near the front door and his girlfriend had gone to sit with other seniors. it looked like he was exchanging goodbyes with his friends.
he was leavingâ without his girlfriend.
âjennie, i think iâm going,â you mindlessly whispered, eyes stuck on the 5â10" hottie with his foot out the door and doe eyes drifting back across the crowded room. then his eyes were on yours again: a silent exchange of words.
âalreadyâŠ?â a drunk jennie whined, lifting her face from the deep cleavage of her girlfriend. âwait,â she mumbled, eyebrows scrunching into a sobering expression, and squinted her eyes at your side profile. âyou think?â
satisfied with your decided future, you turned back to your best friend with your lips curling into a sly grin. âno, i know.â
she lazily propped herself up on her girlfriend and whined, âbut howâre you gonna get home~?â
the front door slammed shut.
âiâll find a ride.â
đ„» GONEGIRL
jungkook picked at the zip of his thin bomber coat. he was leaning against his black benz, waiting.
ever since he first laid his eyes on you in that little backless, black dress, jungkook knew you were trouble. you were a distraction; more distracting than the pending termination of his current relationship; and much more distracting than the thought of joining the national track team again. you were a parasite living in his mind.
he practically breathed you. when he woke, you were his first thought. when he felt compelled to open instagram, you were there. even when he would try to escape you in his sleep, you were there. he could barely last ten seconds sinking into the thought of you. if you let him sink into the reality of you, jungkook would cease to exist.
jungkook groaned, throwing back his head. he thought he would be fine and perfectly content with your instagram and your daily occurrence in his dreams (sexual or not), but you just had to show up at this partyâ held by your best friend. how was he supposed to know you guys were best friends? now he was actually waiting for the real you and he could feel himself going mad. he wasnât sure he could keep his hands to himself and he could already feel the consequences of his future actions creeping up on himâ
âwho bought that for you?â
his ears twitched.
his heart lunged and his eyes found yours in an instant. but jungkookâs always had a wandering eye.
his eyes almost instantly fell to your body, trailing over your exposed cleavage in your white dress, and then dropping to the high slit on your left thigh, almost exposing your crotch. you were some type of angel for sure.
he was fucked.
jungkook was fucked the moment he met you; the moment he spent over an hour scrolling through countless instagram accounts to find yours; the moment he couldnât dream of his own future without you showing up; and the moment he began to pray you showed up in his dreams every night before bed.
he was fucked because he feared once he had a hold on you, he would never be able to let go.
a manâs logic.
âmy dad,â jungkook finally replied, pulling himself together. âhe decided i needed a carâ because i run 24/7. and there definitely cannot be a cheaper and better car than a mercedes benz.â
his sarcastic tone made you smile.
âthatâs cute,â you smiled.
it went silent.
âdo you need a ride?â
âdonât you have a girlfriend?â you rebutted with a smirk. truthfully, part of you didnât care about his answer. you were an addict in front of a line of coke. you would get what you wanted one way or another.
âha,â he chuckled, lowering his head in what you thought was shame. your question put jungkook on the spot. and you knew cheaters never worked well when put on the spot. but jungkook looked up with a wincing smile and corrected you, âsheâs not my girlfriend.â
oh.
âweâre⊠complicated.â
now, jungkook wasnât sure that choyeon wouldâve given you the same answer. they werenât together, but she acted as if they were. and he didnât make much of an effort to correct her. so, he guessed he was still guilty. but he only felt guilty to a certain extent. heâd already chosen feeling guilty about hurting choyeon rather than missing an opportunity to get what he dreamed of.
what he fucking craved.
the sound of your heels getting closer to him kissed jungkook out of his thoughts. oh, you seduced him: the feeling of your manicured fingers gently grabbing hold of his chin and slowly lowering his clouded eyes to yours.
you whispered, âhow complicated?â
jungkook held his breath for a second or two. how complicated were they? well, he knew they were complicated enough for him to forget about her in your presence and only remember her when you asked him to. however, they werenât complicated enough for them to not be in some sort of a relationship.
but he decided it didnât matter. when it came to you, she didnât matter. he realised how beautiful your eyes looked under the moonlight. they glistened with the false innocence jungkook knew would ruin him. after all the nights of imagined panting, moaning and fucking and mornings of bitter reality, post-clarity and cum-stained sheets, jungkook burned for your touch.
fuck, he could almost taste you.
as if you could read his thoughts, your awaiting finger finally fell onto the his plump bottom lip, sweetly kissing the man out of his stupor. your eyes left his and fell to where your finger slowly traced across jungkookâs soft, pink receipt of kisses.
thatâs when his lips parted, and he whispered, âas complicated as you want.â
at his answer, your distracted eyes flickered back up to his awaiting, hooded eyes. thatâs when you, too, realised how dangerous your infatuation had gotten. just the sight of those buttered chestnut eyes and the intoxicating feel of his slow exhales on your skin forced you into a reality where you lacked even the smallest control over your own body. but, even more dangerous, was how little you cared about the way you drowned in his presence. but then again, you never did learn how to swim.
you smiled, letting your hands fall back to your sides.
âiâll take that ride.â
đ„» GONEGIRL
the ride back to yours was almost silent, only filled with random whispers of directions coming from jungkookâs gps system. the voiced map directed him to your address and, yet, everything else pointed his eyes to you.
jungkook took a glance at you. he watched you; he watched you with your elbow propped up onto the rolled-down window, relaxed upper body peeking out into seoulâs night. he saw how you leaned further into the wind licking at your cheeks when he pressed on the gas, a hint of a smile wavering across your partially hidden face. he watched you in the silence, accepting his loud needâ his loud need for you.
and he didnât even know you. but jungkook couldnât seem to find the rational sense to care. he knew you were a âstrangerâ but, fuck, youâd overwhelmed his entire existence. you had damned him to the crucifying point where he actually felt the need to breathe youâ to accept every single inch of you into his beingâ and he had no idea why. even as he glanced in your direction for the hundredth time, he couldnât dare try to understand how youâd done this to him.
once again, as if you could read his thoughts, your head turned, lost eyes running over the lavender lights in the car. and like a key, your wandering eyes pierced his and locked his gaze onto yours.
âyouâve arrived at your destination,â the gps announced, breaking the exchanged glance. jungkook turned back to the road, and you turned back to seoulâs night.
âmm, just here,â you hummed, pointing to an empty parking spot in front of the tall apartment complex. maybe it was just human curiosity, but you found yourself mesmerised by the way he smoothly slotted the benz into the empty space.
fuck, everything he did was hot.
the sound of the engineâs hum softening into a quiet mew reminded jungkook of the anticipation clawing at his skin. it clouded his senses. but when his eyes flitted back onto you, yours were already on his.
he watched your lips part, and stilled as your next whisper left a trail of wet kisses across his mind.
âcome up with me.â
đ„» GONEGIRL
âthanks,â you started, slotting your key into auburn doorâs lock. turning to catch a glimpse of jungkookâs dewy eyes behind his black locks, you smiled and continued, âfor the ride.â
jungkookâs lips quirked into the same lopsided grin from earlier. âyouâre welcome,â he replied.
it was silent again.
with those hidden eyes still on yours, jungkookâs tongue slipped past his lips, running over his bottom lips. your gaze dropped to the pink tongue flitting across those pink, pillowy lips of his, and you sunk. those lips forced you into a familiar daydream where all that mattered was letting your tongue glide across his bottom lip until you slipped in, fucking his tongue with yoursâ tasting jungkook.
you needed a taste.
you glanced back up into his prolonged stare. then your hands were falling from the keys in the door, fingers smoothing across the nape of his neck and cheek, and tugging his lips down to yours. but jungkookâs hands were already cradling your hips, touch-starved fingers pressing into your sides, as his lips met yours first.
it was a gentle yet deep peck. a peck was quick: it allowed jungkook to draw back for two crucial seconds and let his clouded vision run over your expression. alluring eyes looked up into his gaze and jungkook could finally see it: your mutual desperation, the hunger, and the torture. it was all he needed to see before his finger was tilting your chin up once more, and his lips were taking you in.
from brushing his tongue past yours to savouring the taste of alcohol on your tongue, jungkook sunk into the taste of you. but he didnât know if he could go any longer without sinking into you. his hand left your waist cold, fingers fumbling with the keys in the door and failing miserably. âno,â you rushed, lips barely leaving his. âturn them to the right.â
after hearing the click of your stubborn door unlocking, you were all over each other again. you stumbled into your apartment, hand quickly muddling with the light switch, with jungkook hurrying after you, tossing your keys and his suffocating jacket aside.
his daring fingers smoothed over your ass, kneading the soft, clothed skin, before lifting you to his hips. a deep hum of approval rumbled against your lips as your legs wrapped around him. but, in this position, your little dress had ridden up, exposing a white thong snug to your weeping slit. and who on earth would jungkook be if he didnât cop a feel?
lifting you up once more to adjust his arm, the tips of jungkookâs fingers slipped under the white lace, fingers grazing across your supple ass. feeling his fingers inch closer to your needy cunt, your breath hitched and the dull stir in your core began to hum, itching for more than a simple touch.
and, as if he could read your mind, your breath was forced from you, head falling onto the lush cushions on your sofa. wafts of mint invading your senses, your hazy eyes took in how beautiful jungkook looked above youâ like it was where he was meant to be. and he realised the same, the apartmentâs warm and amber lights cascading through his locks and clouding the irises of your tempting eyes.
in that still second, both you and jungkook came to a silent agreement. your dreams couldnât compare to reality.
âyouâre so beautiful,â he whispered.
you blinked. you knew you were beautifulâ of courseâ but hearing the phrase trickle out of jungkookâs pretty mouth feltâŠdifferent. your eyes followed his as his gaze fluttered across your face, brows furrowing as if he were in awe.
âkiss me,â you begged, and he obeyed.
greedy, jungkookâs kisses were everywhereâ on your swollen lips, before tumbling down your jaw to the middle of your neck, littering a trail of bruising hickeys. and you couldnât do anything but moan, whimper, and sink into his sweet touch.
âoh, fuck,â you whined, head tilting back into the plush sofa. your fingers pushed through the thick rift of hair at the nape of his neck, tugging on it. but you never wouldâve expected such a pathetic moan to leave his throat, rumbling into the sweet spot right above your collarbone. you paused. his moan echoed in your mindâ a repeating succulent sound. so, you tugged a little harder, relishing in how he muffled a guttural whimper into the base of your neck, âmmf, fuckâ. but then his hips began to move against yours, revengeful, and you realised how fucked you wereâ and would be.
jungkook had a bulge that made you wonder; wonder how he crammed that shit into his boxers; wonder how he lived a seemingly normal life with it; and wonder how he would struggle to cram that cock into your sopping mess of a cunt. so, as he ground down against your erect clit, your hips bucked up into his fucking, eager to measure the sheer size of the hidden dick. âoh, please,â you whined, thoughts stained by the way he licked a hot stripe across your earâs helix, boner perfectly smushing down against your clit.
bruising lips barely touching yours, half-lidded eyes cruelly watched as you rode up into his clothed cock and stuttered moans so pathetic your cheeks burned, glazed eyes brimming with tears. he was already fucking you so good, and he hadnât even touched your bare pussy yet.
oh, jungkook ruined you. with a hand trailing down your heated sides, he sent your body into a rabid heat, his touch only licking the wet flame ruining your ability to think. and when his hand finally cupped your leaking cunt, thumb circling over your pulsing clit, you were already begging pitiful whimpers. âplease, please, pleaseââ
â___?â
your bodies stilled.
a voice that was not yours or jungkookâs echoed throughout the apartment, piercing the thick haze thatâd swallowed your minds whole. you blinked, stare slowly lowering to jungkookâs stunned stare that was already on you. his doe eyes wrinkled into a smile as his lips pursed into an awkward grin. the cringe was evident on his face; he was a grown adult getting caught with his hand deep in the cookie jar.
jungkookâs head slowly raised and turned, peeking over the sofa to see your intruder and his cockblock. then he froze. still hidden from the eyes of your cockblock, you eyed his expression, confused on why remained still, eyes wide, lips pursed and ears burning red.
who was it?
begrudgingly, you shuffled out of jungkookâs caging arms, propping yourself up on your elbows, and looked over the sofa, ready to kick out your cockblocking neighbour. but who you saw wasnât an unfortunate neighbour you could just dismiss. in fact, the person you saw made you the unfortunate neighbour because there your best friend stood, mouth agape and only a foot into the apartment.
âoh, fuck. well, um. oh wow,â jennie blubbered, feet awkwardly wobbling over the doorâs threshold. now, drunk jennie didnât have the best memory but she couldâve sworn sheâd warned you about jungkookâs relationship status. so, as you watched the cogs turn in her head, her brows furrow and her eyes squint, darting between the both of you, all you could do was blink and smile.
ââŠwhat the fuck?â
gg: âslowburn?â - fini
#jungkook smut#jungkook x reader#jungkook ff#jungkook fic#bts smut#bts ff#jungkook recs#jungkook imagine#bts fanfic#kpop fanfic#kpop smut#jjk smut#smut recs#đ: angelâs fics
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right person, right timing, right? | a charles leclerc social media au | pt. 1
pairing: charles leclerc x figureskater!reader (fc: jennie kim and some yuna kim)
after almost a decade, monaco's two-time olympic women's figure skating champion, y/n l/n, moves back home for her retirement.
notes: y/n's career is inspired by kim yuna's career! hopefully itâs not too confusing to read and follow đ
disclaimer: typos. swearing. chatgpt french. i'm not the most educated in figure skating, so pls excuse any mistakes! photos aren't mine, nothing here is factual.
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nbcsports
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nbcsports Y/N L/N announces retirement after 2024 World Championships
The Queen of Figure Skating has taken her last bow.
NBCSports writer Kyle Smith tweets word that Y/N L/N, whose bid to become a fourth-consecutive World champion was narrowly denied today by the United States's Carolyn Rivers, has confirmed that she will retire at the age of 25.
The Monegasque superstar will end her stellar career with the 2018 and 2022 Olympic gold, three world championships, and the distinction of never finishing off the podium in her senior-level international career.
Read the rest of the article now on our website.
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user no. fucking. way. please say sike rn
user God I don't blame her, figure skating is turning into math these days. She deserved that gold.
user ik monaco is depressed as hell rn LOL bc same
âł user The way that's so accurate because imagine the #1 athlete representing your country is all of a sudden retiring. đđ Monaco literally only has 2 Olympic medals EVER and they were both won by Y/N, if that doesn't say how significant she is to the country then idk.
âł user i heard they even nicknamed her "Ice Queen Y/N" đđ
âł user Yes, she is called "La Reine des Glaces" in Monaco!
user no hate to carolyn at all but she isn't rlly a complete skater. i'm extremely disappointed with the judging today
user wow i suddenly can't read
user Nooooo not my favorite skater âčïž
user i can't imagine watching a competition without y/n present :( such a major loss for the fs community, but i wish her the best in her retirement! đ„șđ„ș
user she just did one of the best performances i've ever seen, just to end up winning silver?? make it make sense fr
yourusername
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yourusername chez moi est lĂ oĂč est mon cĆur, je t'aime monaco đČđš SEE TRANSLATION home is where my heart is, i love you monaco đČđš
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graciegold95 Beautiful đ
âł yourusername đđ
user are you quiting skating forever? :(
âł yourusername iâll be taking a break for a while but i will always skate, just not competitively! â€ïž
user Nous regretterons de vous voir compétitionner, mais nous espérons que vous passerez une retraite incroyable, notre reine des glaces. SEE TRANSLATION We will miss watching you compete, but we hope you have an amazing retirement, our ice queen.
âł yourusername Merci beaucoup â€ïž SEE TRANSLATION Thank you so much â€ïž
isabeau.levito đ„čâ€ïžâ€ïž
mae_meite Je te souhaite tout le meilleur, jolie đ SEE TRANSLATION Wishing the best for you, pretty đ
user so beautiful
user Bienvenue chez toi ! SEE TRANSLATION Welcome back home !
user i canât be the only one wishing for charles and y/n to reunite (and get back together) now that she moved back to Monaco đ
âł user STOP BC LITERALLY ME TOOO đđđ
âł user omg i thought i was the only one who remembered they dated
y/nupdates
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y/nupdates Y/N attending a fundraising event in Paris! This is her first appearance since announcing her retirement three weeks ago đ„č
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user I already miss seeing her on the ice đ„Č
user omgg her wearing chanel is everything
user aww she looks so happy!!
user How did charles fumble her
âł user i'm pretty sure that it was just the wrong time for them :(
âł user Ik that they broke up bc she moved to Canada for skating but why couldn't they just do long distance đ©đ©
user y/n will forever be my celebrity crush đđ
leclerc16
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leclerc16 Charles in Paris with fans today!
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user seeing everyone surrounding him overwhelms me and iâm not even there đ©
user am i delusional for thinking heâll somehow see y/n in Paris đđ
âł user I mean they also both have been in Monaco the past two months and so far no interactions between them đ
âł user well no interactions that we know of đđ€
user charles looks so bf here
yourusername
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yourusername merci @/chanelofficial de m'avoir invitĂ©e đ SEE TRANSLATION thank you for inviting me đ
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chanelofficial đđ
user face card never declines
user so pretty đđ
user omg not arthur AND lorenzo liking this pic?? đ
âł user the logical side of me thinks itâs normal bc they all grew up together but at the same time itâs kind of sus since itâs usually just Arthur liking and not bothđ€
âł user đđđ
user wait iâm confused why did she retire at such a young age?
âł user Itâs actually quite common for competitive figure skaters to retire âearly.â Y/N hasnât stated an official reason but Iâm assuming the physical and mental exhaustion just got to her, especially because the sport has been favoring difficulty over artistry lately đ€·ââïž
mlnmarta
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mlnmarta Les aventures avec sa tante Y/N sont ses prĂ©fĂ©rĂ©es â€ïž SEE TRANSLATION Adventures with her Aunt Y/N are her favorite â€ïž
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yourusername le temps avec Chiara est mon prĂ©fĂ©rĂ© đ„° SEE TRANSLATION Time with Chiara is my favorite đ„°
user the cutest duo đ„č
user Why is this y/n girl suddenly everywhere
âł user umm y/n and marta are childhood friends lmao theyâve always posted each other! i think the internet has just amplified everything recently
user so does y/n have no job now lmfao
âł user I'm like 98% sure she's gonna end up being a figure skating coach or an influencer or both
âł user guys she's literally still working with her sponsors and i don't think they're dropping her any time soon
âł user Chilllll she deadass just retired
user NO WAY CHARLES LIKED
yourusername
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yourusername Je voulais juste remercier tous ceux qui sont venus me soutenir lors de ma derniĂšre prĂ©sentation Ă Monaco. Je suis infiniment reconnaissante. Ce n'est pas la fin, mais plutĂŽt le dĂ©but d'un nouveau chapitre. â€ïž
I just wanted to thank everyone who came to support me at my final showcase in Monaco. Iâm endlessly grateful. This is not the end, instead itâs the start of a new chapter. â€ïž
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yourbestie Ă couper le souffle. Je t'aime â€ïž SEE TRANSLATION Breathtaking. I love you â€ïž
user je n'ai pas pu m'empĂȘcher de pleurer en regardant đđ SEE TRANSLATION i couldnât help the tears from falling while watching đđ
user youâre amazing đ«¶đŒ
chanelofficial đđ
adidas A true queen đ
user WAITTTTT CHARLES LIKED
âł user Itâs aggravating to see Charles constantly being mentioned in Y/Nâs comments. Other than that, this is a reach. I think everyone is forgetting that Y/N is highly respected in Monaco so itâs not unusual for Charles to like her photos. You can even check; all of Charles friends and other well known individuals from Monaco are also in her likes.
âł user lmfaoooo itâs truly not that deep girl, itâs okay to smile
user her adding in her own translation is so real of her đ
user There will never be another skater as graceful and talented as you đ„șđ„ș
f1gossip
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f1gossip Charles Leclerc seen with ex-girlfriend Camille Dubois driving around Monaco. Many fans were convinced he was back with a different ex, Y/N L/N, after Charles and his family were spotted at Y/Nâs retirement showcase last week. Always Mr. Indecisive đđ
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user bruh đ
user This is crazy wtf iâd be pissed if i were y/n
user CAMILLE AND NOT Y/N BYEE iâm sliding down the wall punching the air sobbing bc what the hell
user iâm going insane contemplating the possibility that y/n and charles were always just friends and never had any intentions to get back together
user not what i wanted to see first thing in the morning đ
user guys was it all in our heads
#f1 instagram au#f1 social media au#f1 imagine#charles leclerc x reader#f1 x reader#charles leclerc fic#charles leclerc imagine#charles leclerc au#f1 smau#charles leclerc smau
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love to hate you | jjk [viii]
âwhen obnoxiously rich and spoiled frat boy jeon jungkook comes up to you one day and asks you to fake date him for money, you definitely should have said no. because before you knew it, you were going on insta dates with him and having lunch with his equally obnoxiously rich and spoiled friends.â
â genre:Â sexual themes, angst, fluff, fratboy! AU, fake dating! AU, college! AU, rich kid! AU, enemies to lovers! AU
â pairing: jungkook x female reader
â word count: 18.351
â warnings: swearing/cursing, communication skills nowhere to be found, chronic overthinking, emotional rollercoaster, confusingly set during christmas <3
â a/n: and just like that we've crossed 100k !! its here, the big one. by far one of my favourite chapters that ive written so far!! hope you guys enjoy it!! praying yall wont hate me for this one haha once again, this is inspired by To All The Boys Iâve Loved Before by Jenny Han!
You didnât miss the look Chaeyoung and Jisoo exchanged, or the way Hoseok longingly looked after Jimin as he quickly walked away to get everyone some food after you sat down, or how Jimin muttered something about how someone clearly needed something to eat. The comment didnât bother you because he was right and you could admit as much.
The mall had never been your favourite place to go, and even less so today. The Christmas decoration put up around you seemed overly tacky and in bad taste, and you could have ripped off your ears, sick of listening to the same three Christmas songs over and over again. You closed your eyes that ached from the bright colourful lights, and scrunched your nose when your arm bumped into one of your shopping bags. Your patience hung by a string, the fibers breaking with every passing second. Everything hurt, from your head to your arms and your feet.
Nothing was right, and there seemed to be no end to it.
âFries?âÂ
Jimin specifially offered them to you, placing two medium plates of golden fries in the middle of the table. You took him up on it, taking two and throwing them into your mouth. The fries were bland and not salty enough but you took three more pieces, shoving your face full. As if the grease and carbs would fix anything.Â
âDo you wanna try the thrift store that Ji suggested?â Chaeyoung asked, choosing her words carefully, and you cringed, shaking your head.Â
âNo.â
The silence continued, and you didnât miss the looks your friends exchanged. There was clearly a conversation going on over your head, but you didnât care, reaching for one fry after the other.
âY/N, itâs gonna be fine,â Jimin said in the end, putting his arm around your shoulder. Bold, but when was he not. âDonât be so down. That one dress- the beige one looked great on you!â
âYeah, but also, they donât care about what you wear,â Jisoo continued, not allowing you to even begin to disagree.
âAnd you still have time to find the perfect thing, right? If you do decide that the dress isnât up to standard. Didnât you get some stuff online too?â Hoseok asked, trying to get you to look at him, but you just closed your eyes and pulled your lips into a line.
They didnât get it. But telling them that would be of no use, just like how their words didnât encourage you the slightest bit.Â
âI promise you Kookâs parents are really the sweetest people Iâve-â
âYeah, maybe, I donât know,â you mumbled, cutting off Jimin. You rubbed your eyes until you saw black spots. With a sigh, you leaned back. âIâll figure it out, I think.â
There was no confidence in your words. To you, it seemed like your life was about to end, all over a stupid outfit you couldnât put together. The thought almost made you laugh and cry at the same time. This was as ridiculous as it could get.Â
âWhat did Kook say?â Chaeyoung asked, and you frowned.
âAbout what?â
She blinked at you, her brows creasing together. âWell, have you talked to Kook about any of this? How youâre worried about meeting his parents?â
You pressed your mouth into a line, and you didnât even know where to begin. It seemed futile to you to explain that you possibly couldnât tell Jungkook about all of the thoughts suffocating your mind. You would look stupid, like an absolute fool. You would look like you cared, and really, you didnât. It would weird him outâhow much you stressed about it, how much it was on your mind. But then again, really, actually, you didnât care at all. You just were⊠especially irritable these days. Hormones were ragingâyour period, of course, greeting you just a day prior.
âNo,â you exhaled, shaking your head. You didnât know what exactly you were denyingâyou being stressed about meeting his parents, or you not talking about it to him. Probably both. âHeâs busy with his stuff. Heâs got a paper to finish- itâs fine.â
And even though you closed your eyes, you knew your friends were looking at each other. There was a carefulness with which they spoke to you, and you did feel bad. Just nothing seemed to lift your spirits.
âIâm sorry. I havenât been in⊠a good mood these days,â you told them, getting more annoyed at yourself for being the way you were. You hid your face in your hands. âI donât know whatâs up with me.â
âItâs fine,â Jimin assured you. âWe know youâre stressed.â
Jisoo placed an arm around you, leaning her shoulder against yours. She opened her mouth before closing again, ultimately she decided to speak.Â
âWhat if⊠you donât go?âÂ
âJi,â Jimin whispered, looking at her as if she had just suggested something criminal.
âIâm just sayingâ itâs stressing her out so much, maybe she shouldnât go.â Jisoo shrugged, believing her suggestion to be rather harmless. âShe can meet his parents another time, right?â
You looked at her. She grimaced, apologetic, about to backpedal, taking your expression as offence. But you waved her off. Her suggestion was meant well, you knew that. It would also be more than a lie to say you hadnât thought about it too. Of course, you had. But you couldnât do it. Not when the image of Narae popped into your mind every time you did consider it.Â
âOkay, fine,â Jisoo sighed, relenting. âBut Iâm just saying heâll understand if you donât want to go. Itâs not like you guys are getting married.â
Chaeyoung mumbled something to her, but you couldnât hear it. If you had to guess she told her to lay it off, which you were admittedly thankful for.
âI donât even have gifts,â you groaned, remembering that your outfit wasnât the only issue plagueing your mind. âDo I bring an actual gifts? Or just wine? Flowers? Something more personal? I donât fucking know.â
âDo you have to bring them anything?â Hoseok asked, frowning. âI mean yeah, I guess itâs Christmas and youâre meeting them for the first time, but I donât know, Iâm not sure if you have to bring them anything.â
âI donât think you do. Theyâre just happy to meet you, I promise,â Jimin said, squeezing your shoulder, but somehow, his answer annoyed you even more. Because what if he was wrong? And they use it as a reason as to why they didnât like you because you showed up empty handed? Poor and rude? You wouldnât even take a single step in their home. And even if Jimin was right, that they were just happy to meet youâit seemed even worse. Because all you had to show for yourself to Jungkookâs parents then would beâŠ. yourself.Â
And what if that wasnât enough?
You groaned, leaning back again. Everything was making your situation only worse, giving you an even bigger headache, feeding the heavy pit in your stomach. And as you spiraled, you didnât notice the rather obvious text Chaeyoung send, or the even more obvious way Jiminâs phone lit up on the table to display it, just for him to quickly grab it and start typing. Jisoo leaned over to look, and Chaeyoung quickly mumbled something into Hoseokâs ear. You wouldnât even notice the way Chaeyoung jumped when you spoke suddenly again,
âLetâs just finish eating and go home. I wanna go home.âÂ
No one protested.
By the end, the fries were gone and the grease had eaten through the recycled brown paper plates, and your mood wasnât much better, still the same level of annoyance always buzzing in the back of your mind. Grabbing the bags from the various shops you had walked in and out of with your friends today, you made your way out of the mall. Stepping outside, you hugged yourself, the wind harsher than the past few days.Â
âWhat way is your car again?â you asked, teeth gritting. Your question was aimed at Chaeyoung, but you didnât have the nerve to look at her. With the tip of your boot, you scraped against the concret, enjoying the way it rolled back and forth. You lifted your head when no one would answer, confused by the silence.
âOh, uh,â Chaeyoung began, glancing at Jimin who was typing away on his phone. âGive us⊠a minute.â
She said it as if it was a question, gesturing for you to wait. You looked over to Jisoo and Hoseok for some sort of explanation, but they both kept their mouths shut.
âWhereâs your girlfriendâs car?â
Hoseok blushed, and you knew he still wasnât used to the development of his and Chaeyoungâs relationship. It was cute, and it did make you smile a little.
âJust tell me.âÂ
You tried nice. Nice didnât work.
âI-I donât know.âÂ
You sighed, your hands on your hips, shopping bags knocking on your legs. The cold wavered your voice.
âJi?â
But rather than even say anything, or make an attempt to stall you, she waved you off, flicking her wrist back and forth. At least, Hoseok and Chaeyoung tried to dismiss you subtly.
âOh my God, what are you guys looking at? Can we just go home, Iâm really cold here and I just wanna-â
âAh, yes, heâs here!â Jimin exclaimed before slapping his hand over his mouth, eyes wide. âOops.â
You stopped, not needing a second to understand. Jisoo punched his arm.Â
âYou texted Jeon?â
If you were upset and annoyed before, you were even more so now. You leaned forward, as if the reality weighed down on you and physically pushed you. Your eyes darted back and forth between your friends before ultimately landing on Jimin, who was shrinking in on himself.
âAre you guys for real?â you hissed, your eyes rolling into the back of your head. You could have ripped out your hair. âBut why?â
Everyone looked to Chaeyoung. âWe- we think itâd be good if you talk to him. Youâre clearly stressed about meeting his parents, so why not talk about it?â
She added on a smile, and you closed your eyes, groaning.Â
âGuys, Iâm fine.â You dug your hands through your hair, looking over your shoulder, relieved to see that he was nowhere. âWhere is he? Is he here already? Tell him to go home. He has a paper to-â
An arm wrapped around your shoulder, and you didnât need to look to know who it was.
âGo home.â
âDamn, hi, itâs nice to see you too, cabbage,â Jungkook laughed, grinning at you even as you frowned at him. He pinched your nose, and you didnât even have it in you to swat his hand aside, closing your eyes instead.Â
âYou guys werenât kidding. Sheâs in a bad mood.â
Your frown deepened, mouth setting into a thin line. Jungkook squeezed your shoulder, quietly apologising to you for his comment, but his smile remained on his lips.Â
âAlright, I thinkââ Chaeyoung hooked her arm into Hoseokâs. ââitâs time to go.â
âYeah, donât worry, Iâll take her home,â Jungkook said, nodding to confirm his own words. âGet home safe.â
âGreat, text us when you get home,â Jisoo said, waving at you. âWe love you, Y/N! And oh, nice scarf!â
Jungkook laughed, thanking her.
âYeah, good luck, Kook! Also love ya, Y/N!â Jimin laughed before taking off, sprinting ahead, scared you might just throw one of your bags after him. (Which you were strongly considering) The others waved you goodbye, and even though you were more than ticked off, you did the same, mumbling a goodbye their way. God knows they had put up with your attitude with enough grace today already. You sighed once they left your sight, shrugging off Jungkook.
You looked at him and your gaze softened, if only a little. Even more so when you saw it, wrapped around his neck so prettily. There was something very messy about him todayâhis hair not done in its usual way, hanging into his eyes, getting longer each time you saw him, the collar of his coat not folded down properly. If you had to guess, he had walked out the moment he got the text from Jimin. But he had thought of your scarf, looped it around his neck carefully. Looking at him now, out in the cold, you were glad you had invested the time into learning how to knit. The scarf suited him, the red matching him well. You were almost tempted to knit another one, one in every colour.
âYouâre wearing the scarf.â
âOf course,â he returned, smiling at you, and you wondered if his cheeks hurt, red from the cold.Â
The thought embarrassed you. You looked down, returning to rolling the tip of your boot on the conrete, back and forth, back and forth.
âGo home.â
âOkay, yeah, letâs go home together.â
He reached to take the bags from you, but you pulled away, lifting your head. âNo, Jeon, go home. Iâm fine.â
Jungkook shoved his hands into his pockets, shaking his head. This wasnât going to be easy, he realised. âAnd how will you get home?â
His question made you frown, as if that was the issue at hand right now. You almost scoffed.
âIâll walk-â
âRight, because walking in the cold is such a good idea, hm?
âFine, Iâll take the bus.â
âDo you even know where the next bus station is?âÂ
âI can look it up.â
âOr you can just, you know,â he leaned towards you, and you couldnât back off, ânot be so stubborn and let me just give you a ride home.â
You pursed your lips, shaking your head. Why was he being oh so frustrating? Why couldnât he make this easy for you? Why wasnât he at all discouraged by your behaviour? It didnât make any sense to you. He should be annoyed with you and your attitude, infuriated because you were being difficult for no real reason. And yet, he smiled and laughed at you, showed you patience. It was strange to you, unexpected.
âI never asked you to pick me up.âÂ
It was like you were a goddamn teenager, fighting with her parents, trying your very best to tick them off. It was like you wanted him to be mad at you, and in some ways, in some real ways, maybe you did. You felt sorry for your friends about your attitude, but not with Jungkook somehow. For some reason, you couldnât extend the same empathy to him. At least not in this moment.
He didnât say anything, hesitated, his brows creasing together. His eyes darted to the ground before ultimately finding you again, tongue in his cheek, nodding. For a moment, you thought you won, did it.Â
âYeah, you didnât,â Jungkook said, taking one two three steps in your direction, slowly prying the shopping bags from you. âBut Iâm still here to pick you up.â
And when he met you with a smile, you knew there wasnât anything you could do. You let your head hang, as tears shot into your eyes. It had never happened before, you were never one quick to cry, but right now you felt like it. You blinked them away, not allowing Jungkook to know.
He took your silence as a sign of defeat, which it was. Very much so. He had won, and you had to admit that you were actually relieved. That he had proven you wrong, that he hadnât just left after you had repeatedly insisted he should, or gotten annoyed and sick with you.Â
Jungkook shifted all of the shopping bags into one hand, using his free one to grab yours. Like he would, of course he would, he placed a kiss on the back of your hand before putting your hands into his coat pocket to keep warm, together. You could have begun crying again.
âBe a good girlfriend, alright?â he told you, leading you to his car, and you scoffed, hoping your voice didnât sound as unstable and shaky as you felt.
âBe a good girlfriend?â you repeated, raising a brow. Jungkook was quick to see his mistake and correct himself,
âI mean, let me be a good boyfriend to my girlfriend and pick her up after aââ He hesitated, squinting as if he was searching for the right word. ââfun, right?â
There was something inherently cheeky and smug about Jungkook. But you couldnât quite take offence to any of it, nodding, even if you knew that today wasnât the funnest day. (And you were to blame.)
âFun day at the mall with her friends.â
You pressed your lips together. âBut what about your paper?â
He paused and looked at you before shaking his head and laughing. âOh, donât worry about it. Iâm almost done. Iâll finish it at your place.â
His hand squeezed yours, and you hated how warm he made you feel. How the warmth spread from your chest to the the tips of your ears and feet. How even if you tried, he remained patient with you. You hated it because it made it so much harder, for you not to fall for him again and again. You hated it because you almost believed him that you could be one of those stupidly in love couples that held hands in their pockets and made each other scarfs.
Jungkook opened the car door for you, and you climbed inside, thankful for the few seconds you had to yourself as he loaded your shopping bag into the trunk. Without a word, he gave you his phone, and by now, you knew the drill.Â
You unlocked his phone in second before quickly typing in your current location into Google maps. Your address popped up at the top, bookmarked, when you tapped to enter the destination. Handing him his phone back, you wondered what Jungkookâs password meant, 09052020. It seemed so oddly specific, but you didnât bother asking.
âYou should show me what you got.â
The water remained in your mouth a second longer before you swallowed it, slowly screwing the top back on the bottle, eyes set on Jungkook. You shook your head and leaned against your kitchen counter. He was just a few steps away from you, sitting on your couch, taking up all the space, arms spread left and right.Â
âYeah, I donât think so.â
He gave you a look, as if to say oh please! His head rolled back for a second.
âI think you should.â
You didnât respond, pulling your phone out of your pocket instead. Deeming your silence as enough of an answer, you scrolled through your phone, opening the group chat between your friends and you, your feet crossing at your ankle. But before you could even read one text-
âBut isnât that why you were in a bad mood?â
It seemed brave of Jungkook to address it so openly. Or maybe just incredibly honest. You couldnât do it. He didnât seem afraid at all that you might just dip back into your bad mood at the mention of it and come out bats swinging. It was admirable in some ways. You didnât rememeber him to be this confrontative a few months ago when you started this, him and you. He seemed to have found a confidence with you now, convinced he knew the ins and outs of you. Maybe he did. He probably did, in some ways. You couldnât say if you liked it all that much.
You snorted, an attempt to make light of the situation. âYeah, so why bring it up again?â
Jungkook reached his hands out to you, a gesture for you to come his way. You thought about it for a moment before abandoning both your phone and the water bottle on the kitchen counter and moving over. He scooted to the edge of your couch to allow you to step between his legs. His hands held yours, thumbs brushing the inner part of your wrist, back and forth.
âMy parents donât care,â he told you, staring up at you with his big eyes, squeezing your hands as he spoke, physically stressing his words. âThey really donât care, I promise you. Theyâre just excited to meet you. And so am I, excited.â
He paused, allowing his words to sink in with you and take effect.Â
âBut I know you care and youâre stressed about it,â Jungkook mumbled, and you couldnât look at him, eyes finding the floor instead, right where your carpet curled up because sometimes your couch would dig into it and flip it up. It was so very embarrassing that he knew how much you cared. It felt like you were ripping out your heart and letting him inspect it. You wanted to correct him, set the record straight that really, you didnât care at all whatsoever! but it felt like a cheap attempt, even more humiliating.
âSo why donât you show me?â he asked, shaking your hands to get you to look at him. You didnât want to but did anyway. His gaze was soft, just like his smile, and his hair fell into his eyes. You brushed it away. It made his smile widen, so much so he brought your hand to his lips and kissed it.
It was sealed for you then.
âAlright, fine,â you sighed, defeated, moving away from him to dig through your shopping bags. âLook away.â
âWhat? Why?â
âWhat do you mean?â you frowned. âIâm changing.â
Jungkookâs features morphed from a frown to a smile in a second before he ultimately began laughing. âAre you really gonna be too embarrassed to change in front of me?â He gave you a moment to deny it. âIâve seen and touched-â
âOh my God, just turn around,â you hissed, and for some reason, your cheeks were as hot as the sun. âEither that, or I wonât try on anything.â
He exhaled the most dramatic sigh he could, making a point to show you that he even pressed his hands to his eyes. Just for that, you wanted to kick him. But you should have known that Jungkook wasnât quite done, needing to squeeze in one more comment, purely to annoy you and nothing more. There wasnât anything serious about it at all, no deeper meaning.
âAre you gonna be like this when weâre married with kids?â
You froze, arms up and your face mushed together by your sweater and half of your body exposed to the naked air with only your bra to show for. He wasnât serious, you knew. There was lightness and an obvious teasing embedded with his words. You doubted Jungkook even expected a response from you, probably just enjoyed knowing he made you flustered even if he couldnât see it. And yet, your heart began pounding and your hands sweating and your cheeks burning and your mind reeling for any possible retort you could offer. Before you could stutter something, he spoke again,
âSorry.â
The smile was evident in his voice, and when you finally peeled off your sweater, you turned out to be right. You shook your head, throwing your sweater at him before you could think better of it. It hit him in the face.
âOw, cabbage! Thatâs not fair, I have my eyes-âÂ
âIâm so close to kicking you out, you know?â you mumbled, keeping your voice quiet as if raising it by any means was dangerous. You pulled off your pants and your stockings you had layered underneath for some extra warmth.
âI said Iâm sorry, cabbage.âÂ
But Jungkook sounded far from sincere. You didnât bother responding, grabbing one of the shopping bags and slipping on the sweater you had thrifted. It was off the shoulders and this warm midnight blue colour, rich and beautiful and cozy. You moved to your old dresser and pulled out the black maxi skirt you had thought to combine it with. The outfit was simple, but with the right accesoires (ones you would still have to buy which the thought of it already gave you a headache), it could work. At least, it could in theory because when you looked at yourself in your full body mirror (which you had thrifted when you had first moved in), you frowned.
âCan I look?â
You gave a grunt in response, still looking at your reflection as if you had put together the most hideous outfit possible. It wasnât much of a yes or no, so for a few seconds Jungkook hesitated, but he slowly peeled his eyes open.
âOh, cabbage! You look so amazing-â
âNo.â
It was as simple as that for you, shaking your head.
âWhat? But you look-â
âI donât like it,â you said, already moving to take off the skirt. âClose your eyes.â
You expected some sort of protest from Jungkook, but he actually did as you said. Just as quick as you had decided that the outfit wouldnât work, you peeled it off of you. You rummaged through your next shopping bags, looking at the pieces you had gottenâa cream knit sweater and white maxi skirt. But all of a sudden, you hated it. You clearly remembered loving the clothes in the store, giving the outfit a couple spins and scrutiniscing it from head to toe until it was deemed worthy of your money. But right now as you looked at it, you felt quite the opposite.
With a sigh, you pulled the last shopping bag towards you. It had the dress your friends had mentioned you should wear. This time, you didnât inspect it any further, not having the nerve for it. So you just bunched up the fabric and slipped it on. But you didnât tell Jungkook you were finished changing. Instead you turned and looked at yourself in the mirror first.
Jisoo had found it for youâa maxi slip dress. It was in a beautiful and rich wine red colour, oozing warmth, and soft to the touch. The satin flowed down your body, hugging your curves, and reflecting your dim living room lights like water. Lace was stitched along the neckline, which otherwise probably would have been a little too low given the occasion. The straps securing the dress were tied up into small ribbons around your shoulders, giving it a more dainty and playful look. The slit on the left side reached up until your knee, allowing the fabric to move along with your body in harmony. It was a beautiful dress, made for any occasion with the correct accessoires and styling.Â
You were objectively and undeniably beautiful in it.Â
And yet, you stared at yourself as if it wasnât, brows knitted together and lips pursed in a pout, eyes wandering up and down. It wasnât insecurityâyou felt great and comfortable in the dress. But something about it just wasnât right. You tried imaging yourself all dolled up in it, hair and makeup done to your liking, but the frown remained. It wasnât perfect enough.
You shook your head, moving to take it off. When you turned on your heel, you looked straight at Jungkook, and Jungkook looked straight at you. His eyes were big and wide and set on you, his mouth agape and curling up into a smile. You gasped, both in surprise and upset.
âW-why are you looking?â you hissed, feeling the heat crawl up your neck, and you threw your arms around yourself.
âIâm sorry. You- you just took so long, cabbage. And so I looked andâŠâ Jungkook finished his sentence with a simple shrug and smile. You frowned at his answer, shaking your head.
âClose your eyes,â you spat through gritted teeth, turning around to change out of the dress. âIâm changing-â
âWhat? Why?â Jungkook sounded genuinely confused, jumping up from his seat and moving your way, shaking his head. âYou look amazing! Please donât change. I love this dress on you!â
He stopped short in front of you, turning you around and taking your hands into his.Â
âThis dress suits you so well,â he whispered as if it was some sort of secret. You looked to the mirror behind you, inspected yourself, eyes shooting up and down. Jungkook stepped behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist, his fingers interlacing in front of the soft of your belly. He pushed you to lean fully against him, his eyes scanning every inch of you.
âYouâre so pretty. So very pretty.âÂ
His words tasted like Christmas chocolate, were thick with honey and sugar, stuck to your teeth. They were bad. Horrible. For you and your heart. Because they sounded so very believable.Â
âYou look incredible.â
He finished with a kiss to the back of your head, and you didnât know where to look. You placed your hands on his, tentatively, and he was quick to take them into his, scoop them up and hold them tight. He had to know, you thought to yourself, how hard your heart was beating.
âDonât you like it?â
You met his gaze in the mirror, mouth settled into a line.Â
âI like the dress,â you said, tilting your head.Â
âBut?â
âI donât like it forâŠâ
âMeeting my parents?â Jungkook supplied when you wouldnât finish your sentence, and you didnât answer, averting your gaze instead. âWhat do you not like about it?â
You closed your eyes, feeling so very silly. Because you couldnât say. You didnât know. There shouldnât be anything to dislike about the dress, nothing about it was wrongâyou loved every little detail, and even more how you felt in it.
âWhat do you think?âÂ
âI donât think my opinion really matters here,â Jungkook laughed, and you peeled your eyes open, a smile tugging on the corners of your lips. He was annoying. Just couldnât provide you with a simple answer when he even has already voiced his thoughts. âBut I think you look really pretty in this dress.â
You scrunched your nose. âHow pretty?â
âSo pretty I wouldnât mind going blind now.â
You smiled, no, grinned. He was so stupid.
âSo pretty I canât believe you donât like it.âÂ
You tilted your head to the side.
âSo pretty I donât want you to ever take it off again.âÂ
He pressed kisses to your neck and shoulder, nose burying into your hair, words mumbled into your skin, and hands beginning to wander further south, scrunching the fabric. You let him.
âSo pretty I want to take a picture of you and print it out and hang it up above my bed and also keep another one in my wallet and change my background picture to-â
âO-okay, enough!â you said, pushing him away from you because your limbs were beginning to tingle and burn, and his touch was sending shocks through your entire body. Even more so, his hands were beginning to go to places he shouldnât, not right now at least. You made sure to keep him at an armâs length, palm pressing into his chest, in fear heâd simply close the distance if you didnât physically stop him.
âYouâre so ridiculous, Jeon,â you said, shaking your head, laughing a little. âYou can never be serious, can you?â
âBut I am! Iâm very serious! Looking at you makes me wanna-â
You were quick to shake your head, hands pressing to your ears because no no no, you didnât want to know! All while you were smiling, grinning almost. Without realising it, Jungkook had done the impossibleâlifted your mood, made you laugh when you felt irritated and annoyed by everything before.Â
âFine, I wonât tell you!â Jungkook sighed, dramatically rolling his eyes. You looked at him, lowering your hands, your smile cemented on your lips.
âYouâre so stupid, Jeon,â you mumbled, scrunching your nose, and he gasped in faux upset.
âThatâs so mean, cabbage!â
âOh, just shut up.â
Jungkook slung his arms around your middle, doing so before you could even think to stop him. His chin dropped to your shoulder, hands scopping up yours again and eyes meeting in the mirror.
âSo, what do we think?â
You raised a brow. âNow, itâs we? I thought your thoughts didnât matter-â
He sighed, closing his eyes for a second. âFine, what do you think?â
And you inspected yourself again, gaze wandering up and down. You didnât know what it was, but the dress seemed different now. It was still the same fabric, same cut, nothing had changed, but you remembered why you had bought the dress, why you had taken Jisoo up on her offer to try it on when she had shown it to you. Because it was beautiful, even more so with you in it.
âIs this the dress?â Jungkook whispered into your ear, and you knew he was hoping for a yes.Â
You tilted your head to the side, heart beating faster when you opened your mouth. Because yes, it was. The dress, choosing it, it was another step closer to meeting Jungkookâs parents, another hurdle out of the way. Your eyes met his in the mirror, his face so close to yours. The two of you standing there together, you almost could convince yourself you were an actual couple.
âYeah, it is.â
He beamed, tightening his arms around you, letting out a small sigh of relief. âOkay, good, Iâm glad.â
You lowered your gaze, and you wondered if he maybe feared you wouldnât go because you couldnât find anything to wear. If maybe that was the reason for why he came so quickly because he didnât want you to use that excuse. Because otherwise he would have to explain to his precious and perfect parents why his girlfriend refused to meet them-
âHow does the 22nd sound to you by the way?â Jungkook asked, pulling you out of your trains of thoughts, almost as if he knew. He mumbled the words into your skin, and you felt every move of his lips. âTo meet my parents, I mean.â
Just eight days.
âY-yeah, that⊠should work,â you returned, breathless and high pitched, eyes finding the floor. He stared at you in the reflection, nudging you to do the same. You hesitated, but did as he said, breath hitching in your throat when you saw the way he was looking at you, oh so sincere and genuine.
âItâs gonna be fine.â
There was something assuring about the way he said it. If anyone elses told you these words, it would do you no good, bring you no relief. But when he did, it did. It was silly really.
âI promise you.â
âYeah, really, Jeon?â you laughed shallowly, tucking a strand behind your ear and swallowing. âYou promise me?â
And as if looking at your mere reflection just wasnât enough for him, Jungkook turned you around by your hips, forcing your eyes to meet his.Â
âI promises you, cabbage. I wonât leave you for one second, alright? Hell, I will drive you there and home again, okay? Iâll be there with you for every second of the day, from the moment you wake up to the moment you go back to bed, glued to your side, so much so youâll be so annoyed by me that youâll want me gone. You wonât even go the bathroom on your own, okay?â He paused for a second, scrunching his nose. âIâll make sure you will have the most non awkward but perfect and fun evening possible.â
His phrasing made you laugh, ebbed the waves of anxiety crashing onto your mind over and over again when you thought a little too much about the next week. His parents, him and you, in one room.Â
âItâs gonna be great.â
Jungkook smiled at you, a little too bright and too wide. You returned it to the best of your abilities, letting him pull you back into a hug, eyes falling shut.
âOkay, I believe you,â you told him, hearing his heart beating in his chest. âFor once.â
He tightened his arms around you.
(âDo you think it will have snowed by then?â he asked you when the intro to the new episode of Avatar began playing on his laptop. You looked up, eyes catching his, your head rested against his chest and his arms around you.
âWhat?â
âBy the 22nd I mean. Do you think it will have snowed by then?â
You frowned, thinking of the last few winters. âI donât know. Maybe.â
He thought about your answer for a few more seconds, looking off to the side before returning your gaze. âI hope. Iâd like to spend a proper white Christmas with you.â
âPray to the Gods then,â you said. âChances arenât so good.â
The past few years it had always only snowed in January.
âOh, I do, every day,â Jungkook laughed, and you hummed, focusing back on the episode and missing the way his gaze softened at your sight.)
âOkay, so Iâll be back right before New Year,â Chaeyoung said, giving her calendar one last look before snapping it close again. âWho of us is gonna be here?â
Hoseok and you both let out affirmative noises, and Jimin raised his hand in a yes as well, mouth stuffed with his sandwich. You scooted closer to the table to let a guy squeeze through as he made his way to the lunch table with his friends, a tray full of bland and dry cafeteria food.
âIâm not sure yet,â Jisoo said, taking a handful of grapes from her purple grape shaped lunch box and plopping each one into her mouth. âMy sister asked if I wanted to celebrate New Yearâs with her. But maybe sheâll go over to her girlfriendâs. She isnât sure yet. Iâll text you guys?â
âIâll be here the entire holidays,â Namjoon sighed. âI still have finals.â
âAh, Iâm sorry,â you said, offering him a smile. He waved you off, mumbling something about how at least he was almost finished up with it all.Â
âWell, at least we will be spending New Yearâs together, right?â Jimin said with a smile.
You took a sip from your green tea, needing warmth because your University never turned on the heaters, preferring their students to freeze. Where did your tuition money go?Â
âOkay, but how about Christmas eve for everyone else? When are you guys heading back home again?â Hoseok asked, shovelling his protein oatmeal into his mouth. âYouâre going tonight, right, Ji? With Jennie?â
âYeah, our trainâs booked for 8 pm.â
âIâll go on the 23rd,â Jimin said, and Chaeyoung echoed the same.Â
âYouâre going tomorrow, right?â she asked Hoseok, and he nodded. âWhen are you meeting Kookâs parents again, Y/N? The 22nd?â
âYeah.â You played with the lip of your paper cup, feeling the warmth of your tea. Your heart grew a little heavier, scared one of them would ask when youâd go meet your parents. Because you werenât, at least not on Christmas eve. Both of them had to work, unable to take a day off. It was an irrational fear, you were aware. Because your friends knew that very well. Theyâd never ask, but your heart didnât understand.
âThatâs- oh my God, thatâs in four days, huh?â Jisoo gasped, and the horror and terror gripping you must have reflected on your face because she was quick to interject. âOh, sorry. No, itâs gonna be great, Y/N. I donât know why I said that. That was stupid.â
âYouâre still anxious about it, huh?â Hoseok mumbled, and though he worded it like a question, all of you knew the answer.
âHard not to be,â you said, voice a little short and curt. âIt comes in⊠waves.â
Namjoon patted your shoulder. âItâs gonna be fine.â
Chaeyoung reached for your hand, squeezing it. âYeah, Iâm sure. Weâre all gonna be there for you if it does somehow go wrongâwhich I highly, highly doubt might I add.â
âWell, not Jisoo. Sheâs gonna be home, busy showing off her Jennie,â you joked, trying to make light of the situation but it sounded just slightly off.
âWhat? I canât be there for you from home?â Jisoo gasped, and before you could question how sheâd do that, she continued. âIâm there for you too, telepathically! Jennie too! In your heart! Always! Over the phone! Donât doubt us!â
You laughed a little, mouthing an apology.
âBut you definitely wonât need us,â Jimin said. âBecause itâs gonna be fine. Especially because Kookâs gonna make sure of it, okay?â
Before you could return something, your eyes were drawn to the doors.
Oh.
Your friends followed your gaze.
Jungkook had his backpack strapped to his shoulder and the red scarf wrapped around his neck. It shouldnât be possible. You were technically too far for you to properly see, but you saw itâthe tension in his shoulders, the strain in his nape, the deep knit between his brows. He wasâŠ. annoyed. It was new to you. For a moment, you almost expected to find Narae walking behind him, bugging him, hot on his trail. It would explain it to you, and you would just simply walk over there and pull him to your table. Just like that, you would ease the knit between your brows, take the tension out of his shoulders and neck-
But it wasnât Narae.Â
It was Taehyung.Â
He said something to Jungkook that made him roll his eyes. Jungkook didnât seem to want to respond, shaking his head and waving his hand around, an attempt to end the conversation. But Taehyung wasnât so kind, going on, even taking hold of his shoulder.
âSomeone is in a mood,â Namjoon mumbled, cringing.
âWhat are they talking about, Y/N?â Jimin asked, looking at you, and you stared right back at him, frowning.
âHow would I know?â
âYouâre his girlfriend.â
âSo?â
âGo find out.â
âWhat? I just walk up to them and say,â you raised your voice a few pitches, ââOh my God, hi, you guys are clearly fighting. Care to share?â Is that what you want?â
Jimin blinked, shrugging. âSure, that would work.â
âYouâre so ridiculous, Jimin,â you hissed, touching a hand to your forehead. âThat wouldnât work.â
âOf course, it would. Kookâs absolutely obsessed-â
âOh my God, shut up,â Chaeyoung hissed, slapping Jimin. âTheyâre looking!â
âYou guys are always so loud,â Hoseok sighed, and you sent him a glare because no, you donât! Itâs just Jimin!
But they were right. Taehyung and Jungkook were both looking at you, their conversation having come to an end. When you met his gaze, Jungkookâs face contorted into something else, features twitching. You couldnât pinpoint what it was, but it wasnât the usual. He didnât soften in the way you were used to when he would see you. And when you tried a smile, Jungkook struggled to return it. You felt shot, and your smile faltered.
But Jimin didnât sense it at all, wildly waving his hand around, gesturing for the two to come this way. And as if it wasnât more obvious, he yelled it too, âHey, Tae and Kook! Come join us!â
Jisoo sighed, âHeâs such an idiot.â
Chaeyoung and Hoseok shrugged, as if to say well, itâs Jimin. They were right, it was just Jimin being himself, unaware and impulsive. Namjoon didnât have any words, shaking his head.Â
Jungkook and Taehyung looked at each other, exchanging a few words before the latter glanced at his watch and shook his head. He had to go. Taehyung placed his hand on Jungkookâs shoulder, whispering something into his ear. You must have imagined it but it looked like he glanced in your direction. But before you could think about it, Taehyung headed in the same direction he had previously come from, and Jungkook slowly made his way over, not meeting your eyes once.
âWhat were you arguing about?â Jimin asked when Jungkook stood in front of you, and you watched him grip the strap of his backpack, the skin over his knuckles stretching thin.
âJimin!â Jisoo hissed, punching him.Â
âOw!â
âRight, yeah, of course, youâd ask,â he smiled. âItâs fine.â
Jungkook said it with a laugh, but it was all wrong.Â
âWe werenât arguing.âÂ
And as if it wasnât enough, Jungkook put on his brightest and biggest smile. He showed it to everyone. Like a stone plunged into the deep sea, your heart sank. You had seen it before, that smile. It had decorated his lips during the Halloween party when you first walked in, or when you had first hurt his feelings while you had gone costume shopping.Â
Namjoon and you looked at each other shortly, both of you sensing it.Â
âIs everything-â
âWell, it looked like you were,â Jimin mumbled, accidentally interrupting Namjoon. He waited for Jungkook to budge and cave under his gaze, but when he wouldnât, he shrugged. âCome sit.â
Maybe he could feel your burning gaze on him, but Jungkook finally glanced in your direction. If only for a second, so very brief. But it dug into your heart and split it open, gutted you and left you utterly empty. You had seen him just yesterday, picked out your dress together, parted ways this morning a few hours ago, and now he seemed like another person. He looked so sad, sad in a way you hadnât seen before. You didnât think that any emotion close to that had ever crossed his features, not in your presence at least. It was so new and surprising to youâbecause somehow in your mind, you had forgotten he had the ability to feel⊠upsetâyou froze.
âIâm sorry, I have to go,â Jungkook said, nailing that same smile back onto his lips as before. âBut Iâll see you guys around.â
And before any of you could protest, he was gone, back turned to your table and heading into the crowd.Â
âWell, that was⊠weird,â Chaeyoung said, pointing out the elephant in the room. And as if she had said your name, everyone turned to you for some kind of answer.
You blinked back at them. âYeah, I-I donât know.â
There was another beat of silence before ultimately your friends shrugged.
âMaybe itâs just not a good day?â Hoseok proposed, and they were all quick to agree, moving on. And though you didnât voice it, you knew it wasnât that. It couldnât just be that.Â
You knew it was about you. It had to be. Taehyung had glanced at your direction. You hadnât imagined it, that much you were sure of. And the fact Jungkook hadnât been able to look at you cemented it for you. Your heart quickened, a certain question coming to the front of your mind.
What if Jungkook didnât want you to meet his parents anymore?
Maybe it had finally clicked with himâwhat it meant if you met his parents. How ridiculous it was. Because you werenât his girlfriend. It was his parents after all. How stupid all of it was actually. Not just you meeting his parents, but the entire contract you had. How far it had gone, too far.
You pressed your lips together, a knot forming in your throat. Maybe he didnât know how to tell you now. Maybe you should be prepared for the very worst. Maybe this was it. Impact incoming! The fall was nearing its end, your end.
Your hands began shaking, curling around the edge of the table for stability. Panic built up within you, panic that really shouldnât build up at all, you knew. Your friends blurred into an incohesive mess in front of you.
Oh God.
You didnât see Jungkook for the rest of the day, or the one after that. In fact, you didnât hear from him at all, until almost two days later. Maybe you should have reached out firstâyou did think about it. But you simply couldnât, your hands shaking whenever youâd open your chat with him, your old messages staring back at you almost mockingly. Because what if he told you he wanted to end it? What if this was how it would end because you couldnât wait and recklessly send a message?
There was a few seconds of silence, the sound of his breathing coming in through unsteadily. You gripped your phone tighter.
âHey.â
Jungkook still sounded the same, and for some reason, you were surprised. Why you expected him to sound different, you didnât know.Â
âHi,â you returned, swallowing because it was your voice, in fact, that sounded odd. At least it did to you. You cleared your throat.
Usually, heâd make some joke, ask you about your day, how you were doing, where you were, if you had watched the videos heâd sent you yet, eaten already. Usually, your conversation would be much lighter, easier. Right now, you felt the air hanging between you, pulling your legs closer to your chest as you waited and waited. He had called you, he would have to speak first.
âIâm sorry I didnât join you guys for lunch the other day,â Jungkook mumbled, and you closed your eyes.
âItâs alright,â you said, a waver to your voice and you couldnât decide if it was because you felt cold, even though you were tucked into your bed, or because you felt uncertain of it all, like you were standing at the edge of a cliff, the deep sea awaiting you on the other side, waves crashing up on you.Â
Neither of you said anything.Â
Your throat grew dry, the questions coming back up again within you. Was he going to tell you over the phone? That he didnât want you to meet his parents anymore. Maybe even that he wanted to call this entire thing off. That heâd realised this wasnât worth it anymore, doing all of this to win a stupid bet heâd made with Taehyung months ago. It had gotten too exhausting, you had gotten too exhausting for him. Letâs just end it here, tell everyone youâd just fallen out of love. Hell maybe heâd be even willing to tell everyone the truth, how theyâd been fooled. It had all been an act! How fun! How could you all think he was in love with-
âEverythingâs alright.â
You paused. âWhat?â
âI-â Jungkook faltered, letting out a laugh. It came through oh so light and clear. Just not quite genuine. Or maybe you were imagining it, your mind dissecting every of his words. âIâm just trying to say- things are alright. Itâs gonna be okay.â
And for some reason, you knew the words werenât meant to reassure you. But him. He needed it right now, more than you. You blinked, nodded as if he could see.
âYeah, everythingâs alright,â you repeated, quietly. âItâs gonna be okay.â
What exactly he referred to, you werenât sure. And you werenât going to ask. Heâd tell you when he wanted you to know, when he was ready. Truth be told, you werenât even entirely sure if you were ready for it, couldnât say either where your confidence that itâd be alright came from.Â
âIt will, right?â he laughed again, that same laugh. It came through now, the tinge of uncertainty swinging with his voice.Â
You added a small smile, reassurance. âOf course, it will. Always has.â
Jungkook waited a beat, thought about it for a second. âYeah, no, yeah youâre right.â
And then, you both went back to silence again. You were the one to break it, doing so before you could think better of it and retreat. The question slipped so quickly past your lips, came out of you with the answer to it packaged within already. For once, you dared something, held out your heart.
âDo you want to come over?â
The question seemed alright at first. Heâd tell you he was already on his way, in fact. Had you not heard the engine this entire time? Actually, look outside! How silly of you, he had gotten you again. Youâd laugh, buzz him up while telling him how annoying he was. Heâd fall into your arms, coat and scarf and shoes still on. Thereâd be no time for you to tell him to at least take off his shoes because heâd knock you over with his entire weight. But youâd hold him up, if not barely and struggling heavily. Youâd do it, and youâd do it with a smile. Heâd press a kiss to your lips and ask you again if things would just be fine. And youâd do the same as you did on the phone, like a good girlfriend does, youâd reassure him over and over again until youâd be too tired and fall asleep together. Things would truly be alright, youâd meet his parents and maybe resolve it all. Maybe he and you could be something, more. Maybe he meant it, all of it, the gestures and words and kisses. He and you, together, it could be possible-
âIâm sorryââ You wanted him to stop then. He didnât need to elaborate. It was enough. You bit down on your tongue, hard. âIâm⊠just really tired today.â
Jungkook hesitated, spoke slowly, and you wanted to laugh it off, tell him it was alright and to go to sleep, but your throat knotted into a terrible mess.Â
He didnât want you to meet his parents.
âHm.â
It was the only response you could offer. Because if you spoke, he would know, and he couldnât knowâthe tears that shot into your eyes.
You pressed your hand to your mouth, and wondered if your reassurance had done anything at all. If not actually you had needed it, even more than he did.Â
âI think- classes was exhausting, so yeah. You know, right? So Iâm gonna go to bed now,â Jungkook said, and you nodded, as if he could see you, and if you checked, youâd realise it was just eight. You bit your tongue harder.
He never liked you.
âOkay,â you squeaked out, your voice a few pitches too high. He had to know, you were sure of it. Anyone would know, even a drunk Jimin could figure it out. It was blatantly obvious, and you pressed your hand harder against your mouth, scared as you awaited what heâd say. You wouldnât know how to answer his questions if he asked you why you cried. It would be utterly humiliating to admit whyâthat you knew you never meant anything to him beyond what youâd agreed upon, but that he did to you. So much, in fact.Â
âGoodnight-â
You ended the call, your phone displayed his name for a few more seconds before you tossed it aside, uncaring that it bounced off your bed and youâd have to look for it later on the floor. A part of you wanted to laugh, outright laugh out loud, laugh so loud because maybe it would drown it out. Because were you not just silly? Stupid? Even more so for the tears that rolled down your face and stained your duvet three shades darker. Clear evidence of your silliness, your delusion, your unwavering and foolish hope.Â
It embarrassed and humiliated you, how quickly the tears came, how his words had crashed onto you, ship-wrecked you, buried you under. His words hurt, and his dismissal even more. Two words had been enough, had pierced your heart and left you tiptoeing a cliff. Jungkook had more power than you thought he did, power he shouldnât be holding over your head and heart to begin with. Power he shouldnât have because you didnât have it over him.
A text awaited you one morning, just a day before the 22nd.
[Jeon - 07:01 AM] : can i come over later tonight?
And a text was all it took.
Jungkook was not even a second late. Someone was in a hurry to get this over with, it almost made you laugh. Your doorbell rang the moment the clock turned seven. Still, you shrieked, hesitated, stared at your front door like you hadnât known heâd come, like you hadnât expected him to come.
You busied yourself with your phone, swiping back and forth, as he climbed up the stairs, your back turned to the door. You just couldnât watch as he stepped inside. This was it. Heâd tell you that heâd realised this had gotten too far, out of hand. You wouldnât have to meet his parents tomorrow, you had done your part. Heâd thank you, assure you heâd break the news to your friends and take the blame. Itâd be alright, you wouldnât have to do anything. And just like before you had ever talked to Jungkook at the vending machine, youâd go your own ways.Â
His steps grew louder, echoed less and less until he was inside. A draft pulled through your small flat as he shut the door behind you, quiet but final. You shivered and turned off your phone, heart heavy in your chest as you prepared yourself to turn around and face him. You had thought about it all day, agonised how itâd be like to see him again the past week, how youâd handle this, how you could retain just a bit of your pride at the end of this. The scenario played over and over again in your mindâyouâd look at him with a smile, tell him you understood perfectly and he didnât need to explain. It had been stupid anyway, fun but stupid. Both of you knew this wasnât anything really, it would come to an end. You didnât mind it at all.Â
âYou know, itâs alright, Jeon. I know what you wanna-â
Jungkook wrapped his arms around you with his coat and scarf and shoes on. He pressed you to his chest, held you even tighter when you hesitated to return his hug, as if he needed to physically feel you, be sure you were there.
You hadnât seen him all week, and all of a sudden, you didnât know what to do around him anymore.
âJeon?âÂ
âCan you hug me?â he asked you, voice barely above a whisper, and though you had been so sure about what would happen just seconds ago, pictured how your conversation would go, you realised you knew nothing at all. You did as he said, putting your arms around his middle and squeezing as tightly as you could, holding your breath even.
You didnât know how long you stayed like this, but when you pulled away, Jungkook looked at you in a way you had never seen. He took your hands into his.
âIâm sorry, cabbage,â he began, and in the dim light, you could see his eyes glaze over. âI donât know whatâs been going on with me for the past week.â
He paused, breathed in deeply, looked to the side before returning his gaze to you.Â
âI think- thereâs just been a lot on my mind, and I had to figure it out first, I think,â he continued. âI-I donât think I fully have, but I will, soon.â
You looked at him, silent for a few seconds before you nodded, brushing your thumbs over the inside of his wrists.
âThatâs okay,â you told him, giving him a smile. âItâs fine. I understand.â
Truth be told, you didnât know where you took your words from, where you dug up that reassurance again. Because youâd felt the opposite for the past week. Itâd been a horrible week for you, sleepless and anxious.Â
Youâd been tiptoeing a thin line, wondering every second when exactly this would blow over, just how close you were to impact, when your fall would end. Would it be a text? A call? Would he just show up to your doorstep unannounced one evening after you had come back from exhausting classes and do it then? Or would it be Jimin whoâd relayed the messages? Would he not tell you at all, deeming not worth the effort even? So, it had been nice to be told the truthâthat things had been confusing for Jungkook and he hadnât figured out how to navigate it allâand yet you werenât sure if it was enough for you, if it qualmed your worries.
âIâm really sorry, cabbage,â Jungkook repeated, and you wondered what he was so sorry for that he needed to apologise twice. If maybe you were right. Why else would he feel so apologetic? Was the ending coming and he just needed some more time to figure out the order of his words, unable to bring it over his heart?Â
You should ask him if the things plaguing his mind was how to end this. You should, really. Regardless of the answer, it would free you, however painful it might just be. Youâd find peace. Maybe you feared the pain too much, the tears that would run down your face, the embarrassment that would rip you into pieces, or maybe you didnât care enough for yourself to find out the truth, but you didnât ask.Â
Your smile grew bigger, and you didnât know who you were fooling, him or you. âDonât be. Itâs okay, Jeon.â
Jungkook took your face into his hands, staring into your eyes, looking so intensely at you like heâd never before. He was searching something, and you werenât sure if he found it, if you held whatever he looked for at all.
âItâll be fine,â you said, and this was for you, not him.Â
âItâll be fine,â he repeated, nodding, and as he leaned closer to you, you wondered if the same would apply tomorrow. When youâd meet his parents, stand in front of them. When theyâd scrutinise every little detail about you and come to their conclusion on who you were before you could even open your mouth and utter your name.Â
You let Jungkook pull you into a kiss, returned it with the same intensity. Both of you needed it right now. What exactly you offered each other, you couldnât pinpoint. But it was enough to silence your mind and his too.Â
When his hands wandered, so did yours. He pushed you to your bed, and you let your mattress catch your fall. Your sweater landed on your floor, and soon the rest of your clothes followed. His coat and the scarf you had made him found its place at the foot of your bed. He struggled for a bit to kick off his boots before ultimately stumbling out of them.
Jungkook pressed kisses from your lips to your ear down to your neck and collarbone. Slowly, they wandered further down and down, stopping as he paid extra attention to the places he learned you liked, made your back arch in his favourite way and your breath hitch so beautifully in your throat. Soon, you were pleading with the Gods above, curling your hands around your duvet as Jungkook familiarised himself with you again. His hands pried you open, splitting you into two again and again, bringing you high above. You returned the favour, listened as he found religion through you, drawing out his relief until he needed your lips on his instead. By now, you knew him blindly, your hands finding the sensitive parts of him even as he carved his way back to yours.
âIâve missed you,â Jungkook mumbled into your ear when he began moving, and you smiled, wrapped your arms around him. So had you.Â
âMe too,â you returned, your hips finding a steady rhythm together. He pressed kisses to your skin, hands holding you oh so tightly like he usually would. But he hadnât said it, hadnât told you for the entire week, not even now when he would on any other dayâthat he loved youâand so maybe that was why you fell asleep with an uneasy heart.Â
Had he not promised? That heâd be there for every second of the day, from the moment you woke up to the moment you went back to bed, glued to your side until you were sick of him? Was that not what he had said, the words he assured you with? So how was it that you awoke alone, like you had been for the entire past week, without him?
Jungkook wasnât here, and yet you looked around your home like he could be hidden in some corner. He didnât like you anymore, you were sure. Why would he? He never did to begin with. Probably regretted this more than anything else, realised just how exhausting it was to be with you. It wouldnât be worth it. His parents wouldnât like you, tell him that he could do better. Heâd agree- actually he knew that already. Yesterday night had been a mistake, just like all the other times had been. He and you werenât the same, never could be. Just like two mismatching puzzle pieces, youâd never make a whole picture together. Youâd been right, of course. Jungkook could never like you, never saw you as anything more than a paw in this stupid cruel game between Taehyung and you. And you had been played, over and over again. How stupid of you. Foolish! This-
The blaring of your alarm brought you back to reality, the sound filling your ears. You had forgotten to turn it off. You reached for your phone, shutting it off but before you could toss it aside, you saw it. It made you pause, his name atop of your notifications. A voice memo, just over two minutes. Like it had been all you had been looking for, you hurriedly unlocked your phone. You were about to hit start, when you paused, your thumb hovering just above it. Because it could be anythingâa simple breakfast run, or a goodbye. A pit grew in your stomach, and you wished he had just left you a clue about what heâd be saying in it. Your chest webbed tightly with anxiety, a rollercoaster in your throat.
You took in a deep breath, bracing yourself, eyes closed as you hit play. Whatever it might be, youâd be fine, somehow, you hoped.
âHey, Iâm so sorryââ Your chest felt so hollow, his voice unsteady. He was running, the wind blowing up the audio. He sounded far away, you had to strain to hear him properly, your phone on maximum volume. ââI know I promised to be there when youâd wake up, butââ
But I just couldnât do this any longer. I wanted to tell you yesterday, but I just didnât know how to. Iâm sorry.
ââmy mom called me. Sheâs having an emergency with her car, and now sheâs stuck in- actually, I donât know where, but Iâm on my way there to jumpstart her car. And I thought about waking you up for it, but that felt mean and you looked so peaceful, I just couldnât. But- itâs so cold, oh my God. Listen, I donât know when Iâll be back, but Iâm gonna hurry, okay? So just wait for me, alright? Iâll be there, I promise.â
You heard the door of his car open and close. The wind cut out, and all of a sudden it was quiet. There was ruffling, Jungkook took his phone closer to his face. He sighed, and you could see him right in front of your eyesâsitting there in his car, hair a mess on his head, as he closed his eyes to find his words, a knit between his brows.
âIâm really sorry, cabbage,â he began again. âBoth for leaving now because I know I had promised Iâd be there, and⊠again for the past week. I know Iâve been shit, and I know youâve been confused and- Iâm sorry. I havenât been fair at all-â
Neither had you however, you realised as you listened to him talk. Of course, Jungkook had only left because his mother needed his help. How could you assume the worst of him after everything? When he was so good and kind? Had been all this time to you?
âBut we will figure this out, okay?â
Jungkook paused again. You pulled your legs to your chest, burying your face into your knees, teeth sinking into your tongue.
âLetâs talk about this after today. But itâs gonna be fine. Like you said it would.â
You had lied.
âWhat am I talking about?â He let out a small laugh, and you knew he was shaking his head at himself. âItâs already fine.âÂ
You felt like a traitor. You were terrible.
âIâll be back to pick you up, okay? So just wait for me. I hope I can get to you by two the latest. I hope it wonât take too long to figure it all out. You know, I actually donât know how to jumpstart a car, so I really donât know why my mom called me.â
He laughed again, and you didnât think you could ever get the sound out of your mind. It was so pretty and melodic, so good and precious.Â
âWell, anyway, I gotta get going, but I canât wait for tonight already. I miss you.â
You missed him too, loved him even. Did he? Could he? Could you?
It was cowardly of you, hypocritical actually. But you couldnât do it differently, didnât have the courage to look at Jungkook and say it. The words wouldnât leave you, you were certain, if you stood in front of him. He deserved more than a text, but more than that he deserved the truth. And the truth was you couldnât do this, any of it in fact, not anymore. Couldnât meet his parents, or even pretend to be his girlfriend any longer, not in good conscience. It had to end.
Your thumbs shook as you slowly found the right letters, strung together the words and sentences. You hit delete every other word, barely getting a paragraph together in almost an hour. Because worst of all, even as you tried to offer some honesty, you knew you couldnât offer it entirely to him, couldnât let Jungkook know just how exactly you felt, how deeply you had plunged into love with him.Â
Iâm sorry, Jeon, but I donât think I can keep this going any longer. I know I said Iâd meet your parents, but I think weâre just going a little too far by doing that. I hope you understand. I know Iâm not fulfilling our contract and youâll lose your bet with Taehyung and Iâm really sorry, so Iâll just wire back all the money. I never touched it anyway.Â
You were about to finish off the paragraph, deciding that any wishes for your future relationship as friends would be too much to ask for, thumb sliding over the glass, when your phone lit up, buzzing and ringing. And right just then, you accepted the call, your heart dropping in your chest. Your stomach twisted terribly because you couldnât do this. How could you? Hear his voice, talk to him as if you werenât just about to call this entire thing off over text? How could you pretend it was all fine when youâd felt gutted for the entire week?
âHey,â Jungkook greeted you, oh so unaware. You could hear the harsh wind coming through the speaker. âIâm sorryââ
You wished heâd stop apologising. If he just knew what youâd been thinking of him for the past few days, all the assumptions you had made about him and his character, his parents too.Â
ââbut looks like I wonât make it by two.â
There was a sigh, and you let the silence usher Jungkook to keep on speaking, knowing your voice would merely betray you.
âI tried to jumpstart the car, but yeah, it didnât work out. We called some people now and seems like weâre gonna have to have the car towed and fixed at the shop.â
The frustration bled through in Jungkookâs voice. It was obvious. He had spent all morning trying desperately to fix his momâs car in the freezing cold, and now it had come to this.
âWe called my dad. Heâs on his way here because I still need to go back to my parents and take a shower. Itâs gonna take some timeâthe drive to my parents, the shower and then the drive to your placeâso I definitely wonât make it by two. But I should be at your place by three the latest though, I hope thatâs fine?â
You closed your eyes, wondered just what exactly you were supposed to say. And so, for a while you didnât as you gathered yourself.
âCabbage? Are you there? Can you hear-â
âY-yeah.â You chewed on your lip, took a few more seconds before speaking. âYou⊠donât have to come-â
âWhat? No, I promised you Iâd drive you. Let me at least do that,â Jungkook insisted, and you hoped heâd just understand. How direct did you have to be?Â
âItâs fine, you donât have to,â you tried, but to no avail.
He snorted. âCabbage, Iâm driving you. No matter what. My dadâs almost here. You wonât have to wait long. Iâll probably be at your place before three actually. I shower quickly!â
You pressed your hands to your eyes until dark spots appeared, shaking your head. Why couldnât he just understand?Â
A lump knotted your throat shut, your voice wavering as you began speaking, âI-I think we should just-â
âAh, my dadâs here! I gotta go, cabbage. But please just wait, Iâll be there soon, okay? Canât wait to see you! Itâs gonna be great. Youâre gonna charm their asses off, okay?â
And before you could even protest, confess to Jungkook that you couldnât do any of this, he had hung up. You stared as your phone displayed your lockscreen before ultimately turning black, leaving you with your reflection.
You caught yourself in your mirror, realising how puffy your eyes were. It was blatantly obvious you had cried. You were a mess, in no state to meet anyoneâs parents, no less Jungkookâs perfect parents. But now you couldnât even get yourself out of this anymore, not when you had heard his excitement again. How could you disappoint him?Â
Just one more day. Youâd do it for one more day, him and you. Youâd just get today over with, that much you owed him, and then youâd sit him down to break it all off.
The dress was still oh so beautiful on you, harmonised perfectly with the white cropped cardigan you had picked out for today because it was, indeed, cold like Jungkook had said it was, and you really didnât want to freeze. Your hair remained the same as always. You had thought about changing it, but decided in the end that at least your hair should be the way you were used to. Same with your jewellery, the same few pieces you wore every day adorning you today too. You kept the makeup minimal, and still it took you ages to get it done, hands shaky as you carefully drew on eyeliner and curled your lashes.Â
Looking at yourself you wondered if it was enough to fool everyone, yourself possibly even that you were perfectly fine, that you fit to Jungkook, that he and you could be something more, that your background was the same as theirs, that you were just another Narae, well-off and well-travelled.
But your doubts and worries had no time to brew, your doorbell announcing Jungkook. Shrugging on your coat and slipping into the pair of black kitten heels you had borrowed from Chaeyoung, you gave yourself one more look in the mirror. You looked beautiful, you knew that. Everything about you looked so close to perfect, and yet, you felt the opposite. Today was the last time for Jungkook and you, and just the thought made you want to cry.
You shook your head, not wanting to keep Jungkook waiting any longer. It was truly cold, and you regretted your choice of shoes the moment you stepped outside, cursing yourself. The wind snaked up your legs. Maybe if you knew that this wasnât going to be your last day together as a pretend couple, you would have run up and changed. But more than ever before, you wanted to look your best today. Because at the very least, however today might end (badly), you looked good.
Jungkook agreed, face lighting up the moment he laid his eyes on you. You tried your very best to return your smile. He looked oh so good too, wondering if he matched you on purpose. His sweater was the same deep rich red as yours, a white turtleneck layered underneath. He paired it off with some black slacks and black boots, your scarf wrapped tightly around his neck. You couldnât look at him too long, vision beginning to swim when you did, so you focused on the ground, one step after the other.
âYouâre so beautiful,â Jungkook gasped, clutching his chest and pretending to have a heart attack.Â
âThank you,â you said, speaking quietly, afraid your voice was going to betray you. âYou too.â
Your compliment made his smile turn into a grin. âWell, youâre prettier.â
Usually, youâd make some snarky comment, fall into the same old banter youâd established with him long ago. Today, you could barely bring yourself to look at him.Â
âLetâs-â
Jungkook cupped your face, lifting your eyes to him, forcing you to face him. His gaze turned your insides soft and puddy, hands beginning to shake by your side.
âIâm so happy, cabbage,â he whispered, pressing a kiss to your lips. It almost made you cry. You screwed your eyes shut. Before the kiss could go on longer, devastate you more, crush you further, you pulled away.
âI-Iâve got lipgloss on,â you mumbled, giving Jungkook a short smile before stepping aside to walk to his car. He laughed behind you, telling you how he didnât mind at all, but still, he followed you.
Just as you were about to reach for the car door, he did it for you. Always the gentleman. You paused for a second, surprised (why were you?), before climbing inside, heart heavy as you waited for him to just close the car door. Jungkook didnât though, drawing your eyes back to him.
âAre you sure about the shoes?â he asked you, brows furrowed together. âItâs cold. Youâre not even wearing stockings.â
You felt even more self-conscious all of a sudden, tucking your feet underneath the seat, cheeks warming and heart thrumming. These shoes were the only ones that fit with your outfit. You didnât have an extensive shoe collection, anything you could change into now wouldnât match. Itâd be a waste not to wear them, especially after you had asked Chaeyoung to borrow them.
âY-yeah, itâs fine.â
Jungkook seemed to disagree, still standing there with the car door in his hand, and when he opened his mouth, you knew he was going to argue with you.
âI really-â
âItâs fine,â you repeated, reaching for the door handle. âLetâs just go. Weâre gonna be late.â
The frown didnât disappear from his face, but he conceded, albeit with a sigh. His hand squeezed yours, and you flinched, pulling it away as if he burned you. Jungkook stopped, eyes shooting to yours.
Your heart dropped in your chest. Oh no.Â
You put on your brightest and biggest smile. âSorry, your handâs just super cold,â you laughed.Â
Jungkook blinked before smiling, âAh, sorry.â
With that he shut the car door, and you pulled the seat belt across your body, readying your words on your tongue that you had thought of this entire time.
Iâm super tired. Do you mind if I sleep during the ride?
It was a blatant lie. Every nerve and fibre of your body was lit up, wired tightly. You couldnât find sleep even if you laid in your bed now. The thought of having to talk to Jungkook for the entirety of the car ride, however, turned your stomach upside down.Â
You decided to wait for him to put on the seat belt first before saying it, needing a few more seconds to rid the knot from your throat. From the corner of your eye, you watched as he climbed inside, putting his key into the ignition, rubbing his hands together. But rather than reach for the seat belt, Jungkook fumbled with the console, turning on the heat, carefully turning the knob back and forth. Warm air started blasting from the heaters immediately, wrapping you up from every direction.
âDo you want the seat warmer too?â
He looked at you so sincerely. You crumbled almost.
âI-Itâs okay.â
âJust say a word and Iâll change it, okay? Donât want you freezing,â he said before strapping the seat belt across his chest. You turned to the window.Â
Your voice wavered slightly. âUh, Iâm super tired. Do you mind if I sleep during the ride?â
âOh, yeah, no, totally. Get some sleep. Iâll wake you up when weâre there. Gonna take a while anyway.â
You hummed in response, frowning when you saw Jungkook rub his hands together, blowing into them, even holding them up to the heaters for a few seconds. Before you could wonder for too long, he took your hand into his, thumb brushing back and forth.
âWarm enough?â
He said it with such a beautiful smile. It shattered you. You merely nodded before turning away, eyes closing shut, a lump stuck in your throat. The gesture, however small, dug into your heart like a knife. He was so nice, so kind, so good. And for the past week, you had thought the worst of him.Â
You knew you had arrived even before Jungkook parked the car. The engine slowly shut off, keys jangling when he pulled them out. You heard the click of his seat belt, some shuffling, and your heart beat faster as you waited for him to wake you up. Truth be told, you hadnât thought this through. How were you going to convince him that you had slept this entire time when you hadnât even for a single second? The last time you had pretended to sleep in the car was when you were seven and didnât want to go to school. And even then, it hadnât worked, your mother seeing right through you.
Jungkook had held your hand the entire ride. You had so gotten used to the feeling of his warmth that when he slowly pried his hand out of yours, you felt oddly cold. For a second, you thought you had to have imagined it when you heard the car door open. But when the sound of it softly closing followed, you knew you hadnât. Maybe he wanted to come around and then wake you up?
You waited a few more seconds but when your car door remained shut, you slowly peeled your eyes open. Once again, Jungkook wasnât there. But your attention turned to the house across the street instead. Jisoo and Chaeyoung had, of course, asked for Jungkookâs addressâJust in case. He had happily sent it to them, and you too if you wanted to forward it to anyone else too. (The fact that Jisoo was over an hour's train ride away didnât matter by the way.) You couldnât recall the address, but you did remember the house number, and you were definitely staring at the right house right now.
It was bigger than you could have imagined it to be. It was so absurdly big, almost cartoonishly so. Even more so because it was decked out with all kinds of Christmas lights and stockings. You doubted no second the inside rivalled Chaeyoungâs and Jisooâs home. But however ridiculous it was to you, this was Jungkookâs childhood home, the house where he grew up in. Where he spent his childhood and teenage years. This particular house. A house. Whilst you grew up in a flat, just with enough space to cram in your little family.
You saw him then, standing next to the expensive car parked in the driveway. Jungkook opened the car door to the passenger seat, and a second later, his mother stepped out. He offered her his hand, earning himself a big smile from her. From inside the car, you couldnât hear what she said, but you could imagine it. She was right, he was a great son.Â
Jungkook looked a lot like his mother, you realised. She had gifted him with her kind eyes and soft big smile. No wonder, her son was so beautiful. She was an elegant woman. It was obvious. The kind of woman that wore cashmere sweaters, baked fresh bread every Sunday, made sure to do her skincare routine every morning and night, expensive creams and serums lining her bathroom cupboard. Not a single hair on her head was grey. She was the perfect wife and mother.
From the driver's seat, a man emerged, Jungkookâs dad. There was a hint of grey colouring his hair, but he pulled it off well. He was shorter than Jungkook by a bit, but you could see right away where Jungkook got his confidence from. For a moment, you wondered if that was how Jungkook would look like when he was older. Would he resemble his father? His dad quickly rounded the car, greeting his son with a hug before taking his wifeâs hand into his. He had a kind smile too, you noticed. Of course, he did.
Jungkook had to have said something particularly funny because both his parents erupted into laughter. You looked away, closing your eyes.Â
What were you doing here?
The question blared louder than ever before. Could you really do this? Fool everyone? Yourself too? The answer was obvious to you as you looked ahead. A part of you wished you had come to that conclusion before you had gotten into the car. You didnât know your way around this neighbourhood (of course, not), but you knew you had to get away from here either way.
You stepped out of the car, quietly shutting the door. He couldnât see, couldnât know. You had to get away, now.
âWhereâs your girlfriend, Kook?âÂ
His fatherâs voice made you pause. Jungkook sounded so much like him.
âIn the car. Sheâs sleeping.â
âAre you not gonna wake her up? At least, let her come inside and sleep inside. Itâs so cold.â
âNo, I was gonna, but then I saw you and dad pull up,â Jungkook explained, his voice carried to you through the wind. His car offered you enough coverage to hide and at the same time allowed a clear view of Jungkook and his parents. âAlso, I was gonna get her another pair of shoes. Sheâs wearing heels.â
His mother gasped. âIn this weather? Does she at least have stockings on?â When he shook his head, she gasped again. âNo, thatâs not good. You better get her another pair of shoes. Sheâs gonna freeze!â
âI know- ah, I turned off the heat!â Jungkook touched his forehead as if to say how stupid of him.Â
You pressed your lips together, teeth sinking into your tongue. The guilt clawed up your throat, raw and red. It hurt, so much so that you didnât even feel the cold wind on your feet and up your legs, or the way they ached from the unnatural arch the heels forced them into.Â
âGo get your girlfriend some shoes,â Jungkookâs father told him. âIâll get the groceries-â
âWhat? No, let me, dad. I can do both. Iâll be quick.â
âItâs fine, Kook. We donât want your girlfriend freezing.â His mother placed her hand on his shoulder. But like the good son he was, he wasnât having it, already moving to open the trunk.
âItâs okay. I turned off the car just now, and sheâs been sleeping peacefully this entire time. Iâll be quick,â Jungkook insisted. âYou guys get inside.â
His parents looked at him with a sigh, realising defeat. Jungkookâs father handed him the car keys.
âWell, you better be quick. You know we canât wait to meet Y/N.â
And with that, they walked inside, hand in hand. Your heart shattered, your name rolling so easily off their lips. It was so odd to hear them say it, hear with how much kindness they did.Â
You should just go now, take this opportunity to run, but your feet remained cemented, your eyes following Jungkook as he brought the first two bags up to the front door before grabbing the last two out of the car. Moving his foot underneath the sensor, the trunk closed automatically. You knew nothing about cars but you knew that such a feature didnât come with most, and was definitely not cheap either.
Right now, looking ahead of you, you could see for the first time clearly just how different Jungkook and you were. There were two different worlds between you, a distance that no one could cross, no less a relationship that wasnât genuine to begin with. It had been nice and fun, foolishly nice and fun, to pretend all this time, but in the end it had been foolish more than anything.Â
Why you didnât move still remained a mystery to you. Maybe your feet had really frozen to the sidewalk, the heels one of your worst ideas yet, or maybe you simply couldnât do it, bring it over your heart to just walk away. Maybe you just needed a little more, of him and you. You knew these few seconds would be the last ones of peace before it would all crumble. The illusion would shatter. He and you would be done, forever. There would be no more hangouts together with all your friends, no more cookies and Avatar marathons, no more kisses and hugs.Â
Jungkook and you would dissolve, just as quickly as it had all begun in that library with a notebook and pen.Â
Jungkook was about to turn around and close the door and heâd see you, standing there on the sidewalk with your eyes set straight on him. Heâd see you and heâd smile and put down the bags and walk over to you and ask you why you were standing there and why did you get out of the car and how cold it was. How stupid and silly of you!Â
Heâd come over and bring you into a hug and his lips would ghost over the crown of your head and youâd cave and melt and youâd go in and meet his family and itâd hurt so much to tell Jungkookâs parents what your parents did when theyâd inevitably ask you because of course they would and youâd have to see as they realised that your parents didnât get to enjoy higher education. Theyâd be silent for a few seconds before nodding and smiling. Theyâd quickly change the topic because it was better to talk about something else and oh I heard something so interesting on the news recently, did you hear?
But you didnât move, even as Jungkook turned, arms heavy with grocery bags, and lifted his head, eyes meeting yours as you predicted he would. His lips lifted up into a smile, a smile bigger than youâd expected. He didnât move though. Instead he blurred into a heap of colours.
You could no longer do this.
The image of him cleared as the first tears fell, and you watched as his face crumbled while he watched your chest heave up and down, sobs pushing out from your throat.Â
Jungkook let go of the grocery bags, the contents spilling out. When he took his step towards you, you did too, away from him. He stilled, frozen. Why, you could see it on his face. Why were you crying? Why were you moving away from him? He deserved answers, an explanation, but the most you could muster up right now was the shake of your head.
No.
And then you took off.Â
âY/N!âÂ
You pressed your hand to your lips, scared of filling the street with your gut wrenching sobs. Tears kept streaming down your face, hot and heavy.Â
You did feel sorry for doing this to Jungkook. But you had to. Because he wasnât going to. It had to be you. You who finally saw the truth in the eye that this was ridiculous, that this had gone off the rails, that Jungkook and you should have never gotten to this point, to where you found comfort in his arms and he knew your favourite cookies and you showed him your home and he knew more than he should about you. To the point where you had shared the bed together and knew the softness of the otherâs lips. To the point where you had irrevocably and undeniably and unfortunately fallen for Jungkook.
You were in love with Jeon Jungkook, and it was the worst thing you could have done to yourself-
âY/N!â
And it was affirmed when he seized your elbow and turned you around. You didnât make it very far. Your eyes locked with his, and you could see it in them. How this was going to end. How this had to end, now.Â
You were reminded of when you ran out on Jaehwa after seeing him for the first time again. It was what you always did, you realised. Run.Â
You just never expected youâd have to run out on Jungkook too.
His eyes, wide and big, searched your face, for something to give him a clue as to what was going on in the head of yours, anything. He didnât understand.Â
You pulled away from him as if his touch burned you, pushed him away.
âWhy? Whatâs wrong?â he asked, frantic, reaching out for you again, but you couldnât let him touch you, tumbling backwards. Hurt flashed across his features, but this was for the best. Why did you have to be this dramatic? How stupid of you!
âI-I canât,â you stuttered, shaking your head, dragging your coat sleeve frantically on your cheeks. âI-I just canât.â
Jungkook stared at you, face twisting and morphing into emotions you couldnât decipher. You had never really understood him anyway.
âO-okay, hey, thatâs fine.â
Who would have thought this would hurt so much to hear?
âThatâs alright.â
He should be furious, absolutely and utterly mad with you. You had just run away. If he hadnât caught you, he would have had to somehow explain to his parents why his so-called perfect girlfriend was suddenly gone. And yet, he met you with empathy and kindness. Jungkook was so good, so precious. He was so much better than you, deserved more.Â
âIâll give you a ride home-â
âNo!â you screamed, lungs heaving for air, chest rising and falling dramatically. You shook your head, repeated it again, quieter this time. âNo, you donât understand.â
Jungkook stared at you, mouth opening and closing. âOkay, then explain. But letâs do this in the car-â
âWhy are you like this?â You threw the question at his head, venomous and bitter. The anger wasnât fair, shouldnât be aimed at him at all. What had he done to deserve it? And yet, you couldnât find it in you to shift the target. âWhat are we doing?â
His brows knitted together, the knit deepening. âI-I donât know what you mean.â You looked at him as if he should. âCan we get to the car first, cabbage-â
You flinched. How could he still call you that?Â
âThis is so stupid,â you scoffed, shaking your head, eyes looking at everything but him. The cold wind blew your tears away, and your cheeks felt raw from all of the rubbing and dragging. âI- this is so wrong on so many levels. Why am I even here? What are we even doing? Why are you like this?â
âYou donât want to meet my parents, thatâs fine. I really think we should get to the car-â
âWhy? Because you donât want your neighbours and parents to see what crazy person youâve brought home?â
âWhat? No! Who said that? I wanna get to the car because itâs freezing cold and you only have a coat and heels on-â
âOh, please, Jeon!â The laugh slipping from your lips made Jungkook flinch. It was so mean, filled with so much spite. âDonât pretend to be good. What a cheap and pathetic act!â
None of the words you spoke were truthful. You didnât know where you pulled them from, you didnât believe any of them. All of them were hollow and mean. But maybe theyâd be enough though to bring out anger within Jungkook, make him come to the same realisation as you hadâthat he and you had to end. But knowing him, heâd meet you with empathy and kindness over and over again.Â
He had to hate you.Â
You had to make him hate you. Otherwise, this would never find an end. Otherwise, heâd convince you of the opposite, and youâd never be able to let go of him. Otherwise, youâd lose yourself completely to him.
And when you looked at Jungkook, you knew you were right. Because there was no no fire in his eyes, nothing. He still stared at you the same way he used to. Even after you had called him names. Hating you was the only option.
âI really think we should just talk this out another time.â
Defeat, you realised, contorted his features. Not anger. Not spite. None of it. Just defeat. You closed your eyes, shaking your head.
âYouâre clearly not in the best of moods and saying stuff that you donât mean. I don't know whatâs going on, but let me just give you a ride home and weâll figure this out another-â
âFigure out what?â You leaned forward, gestured wildly around yourself. âWe? Oh, please, Jeon, thereâs no fucking âweâ. Donât make me laugh!â
He shook his head, hands running through his hair.Â
âI really donât think you mean any of this, Y/N. I know this entire situation must be bringing up bad memories for you- I know Jaehwa hurt you-â
âWhat? This has nothing to do with him,â you scoffed, narrowing your eyes, the words pushing through your clenched teeth like a bullet out of a gun. âWhat do you know, Jeon? What do you really know, huh? Actually, how can you know anything? You with your perfect stupid fucking family with a house oh so big because you just had to show everybody how you were better and richer and greater. What do you know about anything, really?â
You werenât making sense, but you could see a change in Jungkookâs face, the flicker in his eyes as you mentioned his family. Bullseye.
âMiss me with that bullshit. Youâre the kind of people I hate. Itâs all so fake and condescending- fuck, youâre so stupidly loaded youâre paying me to pretend to date you so you can win a stupid shitty bet with Taehyung. Your parents must be so proud of their great great son.â
He closed his eyes, screwed them so tightly shut in hopes that maybe if he did so long enough, this would turn out to be a bad dream. This wasnât happening. Things werenât falling apart like that. They couldnât. His hands curled into fists.
âNow you canât even look at me, Jeon?â you sneered, voice and words growing more and more vicious. âCanât face the truth, right? You pretend to be so good, so kind. But for fuckâs sake, look at the house you grew up in! Look at where I live! Youâre the same as Jaehwa- actually, no because at the very least, he didnât pretend like he and I werenât different. You should have some shame, but I guess with parents-â
âY/N!â
Your name cut through the air, and for once, you stopped and breathed. Jungkook had peeled his eyes open again, teeth gritted, jaw pulled taunt, hands curled into tight fists.Â
âI really think itâd be better if you stopped talking now.â
And yet, it wasnât the response you wanted.
You could have cried then, bawled, fallen to your knees and just admitted to it all. How much you did love him and how much you wanted him, but couldnât have him because this just wasnât going to work because he never really did love you and neither would his parents. He and you were doomed, like the moon and the sun. He just would never see it, too idealistic for his own good. Your blatant and devastating flaws. You werenât good or kind. You had to be the one to pull the plug, to call this what it wasâwrong.
âYeah, of course, youâd say that,â you mumbled, the tip of your shoes digging into the concrete, rolling back and forth. The scratching sound it produced soothed you oddly.
âWhatâs that supposed to mean?âÂ
âYou know what I mean. You rich people just canât ever face the truth-â
âNo, you idiot!âÂ
His voice echoed through the empty street, loud and clear. Anger and disdain coloured his words, features twisting and knits deepening. There it was, finally. The anger and upset you had waited and waited for, the blow of the bomb, the finale.Â
âI think you should stop talking because I love you and I donât want my heart broken any further!â
Jungkook was so loud. You had never heard him so loud before, yell like that, tell you so abundantly clear that he loved you. It was the declaration of declarations, blaring and grand. You had wanted to hear it, needed to hear it all this time, all this weekâthat he loved youâand now when you finally did, it was truly the worst thing anyone had ever told you ever. Because it was everything you wished for, but you couldnât have it, none of it. It wasnât real, and even if it was, even if he meant it and he loved you, you couldnât be with him. The truth didnât matter. You were too damaged, too broken, too fucked up to never not doubt Jungkook, not to fear that heâd leave at any point.Â
Youâd never trust him.
âI donât know whatâs going on with you!â He pointed at you, face scrunched and eyes red, tears welling. âI thought we had gotten past this- isnât it obvious that I do really love-â
âOh, please. You goddamn liar!â Your voice shook, broke in your throat and mouth, head spinning. You were losing Jungkook, spectacularly so. âWhat do you know about love? This is an act, Jeon! Youâre not in love with me! Youâre in love with an act! Youâre in love with the idea of winning your stupid bet with-â
âNo, no-â
âYes, Jeon, you donât know shit. You pretend like you do- think you do when in reality, you donât know anything about me. Who am I if not just a pawn in your game? Someone you paid, so you could boast and brag that you didnât get rejected, huh?â
Jungkook licked his lips, veins bulging in his neck as he tried his very best to not go too far, implode on you, hands digging into the roots of his hair. âNo, thatâs not true. The bet between Tae and meââ
âActually, you know what? I donât even care. Because all of it is wrong. Itâs not what we agreed upon-â
âOkay, yeah, so we werenât supposed to kiss and spend time together privately, or sleep with each other and talk on the phone for hours. But look at us now!â He pointed between him and you, as if there was something between you. âWe did it all, okay? And? Was it so bad?â
His eyes fixed yours, so deeply. He took a step towards you, and you didnât back away, couldnât.
âYou call me a liar when I tell you I love youââ His voice shook, trembled terribly, and you could see Jungkook fight to find the right words, struggle to speak. It pained you to know it was all because of you. How easy would it be to take it all back? Admit fault and go back? But would it be right? ââbut tell me then, why are you looking at me like that?â
You tried a laugh. A laugh that was meant to dismiss it all, deny the truth, but it sounded hollow and wrong. You couldnât even look him in the eyes, beginning to crumble. And Jungkook saw right through you.
âLook at me and tell me you donât feel something!âÂ
You closed your eyes, crossing your arms in front of your stomach. The world began to spin faster and faster, and you felt like you were losing the ground underneath yourself.
âYouâre not being fair,â you whispered, shaking your head. You were speaking much quieter now, your voice having lost all of its bite and edge. This had been harder than you expected. âYouâre breaking the contract-â
âOh my God, will you forget about that? Both of us broke it a long time ago, willingly! Can you please just forget about all of itâthe contract, the betâand look at the facts?â
Jungkook was begging at this point. Would you come to your senses?
âDo you really genuinely think that the past weeks- months didnât mean anything to me? That it was really all just pretend? That I lied about all of it? That Iâm really such a big asshole that Iâd pretend to be in love with you this entire time, call you daily, buy you your favourite cookies, hold your hand and kiss you and tell youââ This seemed to drain Jungkook of everything, voice trembling as he presented the worst version of himself to you. ââover and over again that I love you?â
He leaned forward, searched for your eyes.Â
It was right in front of youâa white flag up in the air, for you to grab and hiss. You could do it now, heâd forgive you, you were certain of that. Jungkook was still kind enough to do so, his heart ready to let you back in. You wouldnât even need to say anything, just falling into his arms would suffice. Itâd be so easy. Simple, in fact. Heâd let you do it, take your silent defeat as an apology. Youâd never have to talk about it ever again. It was tempting, slip back into what you were before as if you werenât aware that he and you were two parallel lines never meant to cross. Jungkook would never be tempted to take this way out, heâd stand straight for what heâd said, repent. The thought to take the easy way out would never cross his mind. It did yours.
âY-yeah, I do.â
Jungkook shook his head, mouth set in a line.
âYou donât mean that-â
âYes, I do-â
âY/N, no, no, you-â
âStop,â you laughed, shaking your head. âStop insisting that I donât mean it. I do. I-â
It was so ironic. It felt like the entire universe was mocking you, laughing at the two of you. This was what Jungkook had wished for him and you, imagined how beautiful it would be, how youâd sit together in front of the window and watch before heâd suggest to go outside and youâd follow happily. Youâd dance and play until neither of you could feel your hands and your cheeks were rough and raw from the cold wind. Youâd yearn for the warm, shiver as you stepped inside, but youâd be happy. So very happy. But now it felt like a stab to your hearts instead.Â
The first few snowflakes softly landed on your sleeve. It was so beautiful. The entire street would be white in a few hours, kids would come out to play soon.
âIâll pay you back.â You took a step back, rubbed away the tears that wanted to spill. âSee it as compensation for⊠not meeting your parents.â
Jungkook couldnât respond, teeth sinking into his tongue, biting on the muscle until it hurt too much.Â
âThatâs not- thatâs not the point. I donât care for the money, I just-â He deflated. âJust-just meet them, Y/N. Give them a chance, please. Youâll realise- theyâre gonna love-â
He stopped when you shrunk in on yourself, vehemently shaking your head. Neither of you said anything, just allowing the snow to fall around you and cover you in white. Youâd be shivering in just a few minutes, hair and skin wet, feet shaky on the cold ground.Â
Jungkook looked down, hands in his pockets, shoulders slumped.Â
âOkay.â
You stood there as you waited for him to turn his back to you and walk away, waited and waited to be finally alone. Heâd do it and youâd be alone and youâd be proven right, vindicated. Relief would flood you, knowing you had seen it coming, had always known correctly, protected you, at least, this time of hurt and-
The keys looked cold to the touch.
âTake them. Wait in the car. Call Chae or whoever to come pick you up. You can leave the keys in the car. Iâll get them later.â
Jungkook was ordering you, telling you what to do. And though he spoke with finality, allowing no room for you to disagree, his voice trembled and shook. You didnât have to look to know the tears staining his cheeks, to know how much you had hurt him, realise that in your quest to do the best for both him and you because he deserved better and not be hurt and left in the end, you had done just that to Jungkook, plunged the knife into his heart and pushed it further even as he spat out blood.Â
âItâs fine, I can-â
You couldnât even finish your sentence before Jungkook grabbed your hand and placed the keys into your palm, forcing your fingers shut around them with his own. His touch sent sparks through your body. Itâd be the last time heâd ever touch you, you realised, and before you could stop it, the tears spilt. But you didnât let out a noise, kept your head low and eyes even lower.Â
âMerry Christmas, Y/N.â
Jungkook hesitated before letting go, his feet dragging as he walked away.
Maybe it was you holding the gun, not Jungkook.
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"do you think of me when you touch yourself?" with alexia pls <3
insufferable || alexia putellas x reader ||
alexia didn't know how to feel when she saw you. she had seen you in a few photo dumps from jenni, but it didn't compare to being next to you again. it had been years since alexia had seen you, and admittedly, they had been kind to you. alexia didn't know what to think as she watched you coach your team.
"what did you do to that poor girl?" marta asked as she glanced over towards you. alexia glanced up at the older player. the same thought was running through her head. she knew that your injury had taken a toll on you, as had the breakup. sometimes alexia felt bad about leaving you at one of your lowest points, but the two of you were constantly at each other's throats. "you should talk to her. maybe things could be better now."
"and deal with the distance? i'll talk to her, but we couldn't handle barcelona to madrid, marta," alexia said. she mustered up as much of her courage as she could to walk over there and talk to you. you were speaking rapid spanish at the girls on your bench, so fast that alexia could barely keep up.
"you played well ladies, hit the showers. drinks on me tonight," you told your team. alexia was glad that you weren't overly upset over the loss. "congratulations, i suppose that i owe you a drink as well capi."
"coaching looks good on you," alexia complimented. you smirked as you turned and flexed your arm. you had always been pretty fit, but now you were carrying more muscle than ever. you'd never play again, but you looked like you could give any of the girls on the pitch a run for their money.
"gotta give you something to think about on the ride back to spain," you teased. you were waiting for a quip or something from alexia, but it never came. you frowned and decided to push a little further. "did i hit too close to home?"
"shut up," alexia grumbled as she shoved you away. you laughed it off before you realized what alexia was getting at. she was blushing pretty hard, and looked like she did whenever you dug too close to the truth.
"oh my god, do you think of me when you touch yourself?" alexia clapped her hand over your mouth, grumbling under her breath about how you never changed. "i've got some time off coming up. i could make a trip to spain to see you if you'd like."
"it's much easier to pretend that you can be romantic if you're all the way over here," alexia teased. you scoffed at her insinuation, the plane ticket to barcelona for your upcoming vacation already booked in your mind.
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Rode Lichten âœïœĄâ Joost Klein
Summary: after your Birthday ends in a disaster, Joost is there to make it better.
Warnings: smut (18+!!), cheating, alcohol consumption mentioned, friends to lovers (kinda?), use of đ„Š, sexual tension af, fingering, unprotected piv, afab!reader, no use of Y/N
WC: 2.2k
A/N: itâs the little something i started in class a few days ago, heavily inspired by Jenny. I hope you like it and itâs enjoyable so dig in my friends! Also, Iâm so down bad for him I canât ok.
You needed to get out of that fucking club. The air was too warm and sticky, a small layer of sweat was covering your skin and you felt like youâd suffocate at any moment now. Your eyes were brimming with tears as you looked up at the glowy âexitâ signs right above you.
As you opened the door the rather cold air of the Amsterdam night hit you. Looking around you saw a few people talking and smoking. They didnât pay any attention to you though, being too engaged in their own conversations.
The tears started to flow freely from your eyes now as you made your way down the street, walking a few feet away from the other people standing outside. Leaning against the wall you slowly slid down against it, holding your face, trying to cover up the sobs coming from your throat.
How could he?
He was your boyfriend of two years you just catched making out with another girl at the club you both were partying your birthday at. Two years wasted. Hell, you were supposed about to move in with over the course of the next few months. Thank god you didnât already.
Being so caught up in your own thoughts you didnât hear your name being called out. Looking up you saw a blonde man walking up to you. Joost.
You met him a few years back through one of your boyfriendâs friends and you both hit it off instantly. Much to his dismay. You were always together when you went to parties. Talking and just vibing, sharing the same interests.
âH-hey.â You quickly got up, brushing the tear stains from your cheeks. Giving him a sweet smile you tried your best to not look like you just cried like a baby. But your red rimmed, glossy eyes mustâve given it away to the man standing now in front of you.
âWhat the fuck happened? Did he hurt you?â You could hear the rage in his voice. Ever since you both met he had been extremely protective over you. âJoost Iâm fine. He just-â You sighed. âI just guess itâs over between him and me.â
Instinctively Joost pulled you into a hug. âIâm sorry.â He sighed but you pulled away. âNo. Donât be. I guess I knew it was coming. He behaved weird lately so this was literally just a matter of time.â Shaking your head you stepped away and he just nodded.
For a few moments you both just stood there saying nothing. âLetâs get out of here.â Joost suddenly spoke up. Squinting your eyes you looked over at him. âWhatâs on your mind?â He just gave you a cheeky grin. âYouâll see.â
Ë Â· âą . ° .
An hour later you found yourself laying beside Joost in your bed, a joint being passed between the two of you as you enjoyed the feeling of being high.
You didnât talk, just laid there smoking at looking at the ceiling which was illuminated by red LED lights. Your brain was foggy and your eyes glossy. Your now ex boyfriend, long forgotten in the haze of marihuana.
âThat was a fucking great idea.â You mumbled and looked at him. His eyes were closed but a smile was plastered across his face. âI know.â Joost grinned and looked at you. Your nose was almost touching his.
Your eyes lingered on his lips as Joost fingers suddenly brushed some hair out of your face, pulling you out of your trance. Clearing your throat you looked back into his eyes. Thank god he couldnât see you blush in the red light the room was drowned in.
âAre you okay?â He whispered and his voice sounded so attractive all of the sudden. You never noticed before. Swallowing, you nodded. Your mouth was going dry as you answered him. âYeah.â It was barely a whisper. Now he was the one looking at your lips. slowly starting to lean in. Excitement started to creep up your bones and just as your lips were about to touch, your phone rang.
With groan you pulled away and looked at the display. Seeing your best friendâs name pop up on the screen you sighed and accepted the call. âOh my god where are you?! Are you okay??!â She screamed into the speaker of the phone. The music of the club still very audible in the background. âYeah Iâm fine. Iâm home. Got bored.â You said and she screamed something along the lines that she was worried about you.
In the meantime Joost was grinning beside you. The desperation that was radiating from both of you took up the whole room.
After telling her she should take care of herself the call was ended pretty quickly, you didnât even get a chance to say bye to her. With a sigh you turned over to the man lying in your bed again. âIâm sorry.â You looked at him and he just shrugged. âItâs fine. I should probably go anyway.â
Your eyes widened slightly. âO-oh yeah sure.â The memory of what almost happened just minutes ago suddenly very prominent in your head. âUnless.. you donât want me to?â He looked deep into your eyes and you had the feeling he was staring directly into your soul, reading every single one of your secrets like an open book. The times you imagined him while being fucked by your boyfriend. You always had to hold yourself back to not moan Joosts name. Or the countless times you touched yourself to the thought of Joost in between your legs, sucking on your clit and making you feel so good.
Only being able to shake your head you looked into his eyes. You had no idea if it was the effect of the joint you both just shared or the feelings for him you suppressed for a long time now. But to you, Joost just looked like the most beautiful person in the whole world right now. His hair was messy and his eyes hazed with lust and want.
With two steps he crossed the room until he was standing right in front of you, cupping your cheek and pressing his lips to yours. Taken aback at first, you soon started to kiss back. It was slow but soon turned into a heated make out session.
He pressed you down onto the mattress, hovering over your body. His hands made their way under your shirt, brushing it up slightly, and caressing your sides. They felt soft against your skin, his fingertips leaving hot trails as they started to roam your body. Little moans escaping your mouth as they brushed over your chest.
Eventually you pulled away for air, breathing heavily. âToo much?â Joost asked and was about to get some distance between you two but you held him back, shaking your head. âNo.â You breathed out. âNo, please touch me again. Donât stop.â The words left your mouth in a desperate whine.
You had waited for this to happen for so long. And now there you were, with him. Giving the way he looked at you, he definitely felt the same way. But you had no idea if it was just the drugs and alcohol talking or not.
His hands were on you again in an instant, his lips attacking your neck. Joosts hands lifted your shirt up, pulling away to ask you for permission. âIs this okay?â You just nodded and the shirt went flying somewhere into the room as he eyed your now exposed chest up and down, drinking in the sight.
âYou look amazing.â He mumbled, making your cheeks heat up. And again you were glad that he couldnât see you blush like a madman.
His fingers softly brushed over the curves of your hips before wandering up to your naked chest and over your nipples which instantly hardened under his touch, your breath hitching. âYou like that donât you?â Joost asked with a mischievous grin on his face. âHow about I touch you here?â He said, his hand ghosting over your jeans covered heat.
Biting your lip you looked at him, your panties already drenched. Your head moved on its own as you gave him a nod.
Grinning he dipped his hand slowly into your pants and ghosted his fingers over your swollen clit. âCâmere.â Joost mumbled and pulled you into another deep kiss while fingering your tight wet cunt earning a little moan from you every now and then.
âFeels good schatje (Baby), doesnât it? God youâre so wet for me.â He groaned. âOh god fuck!â You whined in response to his words and touch, bucking your hips more into his touch to get some friction.
His mouth trailed down to your pulse, sucking on it before kissing down to your chest, his fingers never leaving your aching core. As he took one of your nipples into his mouth a loud, breathy sound escaped your lips. Joost kept on fingering you hard and fast, hitting your g-spot just perfectly. Combined with him biting and nibbling on your chest you could feel yourself getting closer to the edge.
As if he could sense it, he suddenly pulled away from you. Taking his hand out of your panties he held his fingers up to his mouth. Your mouth opened slightly as you watched him licking them clean and moaning at your taste.
âOh fuck me.â You said and it made Joost chuckle. âYou know.â He grinned taking his shirt off. âI was planning on it.â Throwing it away he looked at you, opening his belt. Looking up at him through hooded eyelids you reached out and helped him take his pants off. Now he was just in is boxers and you could see the outline of his hard cock straining against the black material of his boxers.
His hand grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look up. âAre you sure you want this?â Joost asked, his voice laced with want. Putting your hand over his you gave him a nod of consent. âYes I want it Joost. I want you.â
That was all he needed to hear. He pushed the last remaining piece of clothing he was wearing down his legs, discarding it somewhere behind him. Pushing you on your back he was quick to attack your lips again, slipping his tongue between your lips, his hard on heavy against your thigh.
Taking your panties off, you wrapped your hand around him, giving him a few pumps which made him close his eyes in pleasure and his beating got heavier. âNeed you so bad.â You whimpered now. âPlease Joost.â
Leaning forward he connected your lips again just as he pushed all the way inside of you, making both of you moan out in pleasure. He was big and you suddenly felt so full, needing a moment to adjust to his size. âItâs okay.â You whispered and kissed his jaw. âYou can move Iâm fine.â
And with that he started to move his hips. He pulled out almost all the way just to thrust back into the warmth of your tight pussy. And he swore he could see starts right there and then. You felt so good.
By the sounds you were making Joost could tell that you enjoyed yourself just as much as he did. Your hands tangled in his hair, drawing him closer to you.
As his thrust became slower you could tell he was close, just as you were. His hair was messy, falling into his eyes, lips slightly opened letting out short little breaths and his skin felt hot and damp under your touch. Both of your bodies covered in a thin layer of sweat.
Feeling Joosts thrust hard and deep inside you, hitting your sweet spot just perfectly you felt yourself tighten as your orgasms suddenly washed over you without any warning. His name falling from your lips like a fucking prayer.
His thrusts became sloppier until his hips came to a halt. His cock twitched as he came deep inside you, painting your walls in ropes of his spent.
Leaning his forehead against yours, eyes closed, riding out both of your highs before collapsing beside you.
Blushing you looked over at him, pulling the sheets up to cover your naked body, suddenly feeling very vulnerable. âI liked it.â You whispered, not daring to speak any louder. Joost smiled before looking over at you. âMe too.â
With a sigh you got up, covers wrapped around you tightly as you picked up your clothes. âWhat are you doing?â Joost asked. You shyly turned around with a shrug. âCome on donât be like that now. Youâre beautiful. Donât need to dress for me.â
Hesitant you walked over again and flopped on the bed beside him just to be pulled into Joosts chest.
Soon you relaxed into his touch and closed your eyes, enjoying the feeling of his naked skin against yours and his steady breathing. As you felt his lips against your forehead, you smiled to yourself.
âGelukkige verjaardag, liefje (Happy birthday love).â Joost whispered. âThank you.â You whispered back and pressed another kiss to his soft lips.
Youâd definitely remember that birthday for the rest of your life.
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A/N: thank you for reading, requests are open btw <3 (Iâm slow tho okay đ„č)
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