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[uniqueartisanconnoisseur]

Holiday Gift Guide 2024

With the holidays approaching are you wrapping up your shopping? It is always my goal to get my shopping done early. Then I can enjoy the fa la of the holidays, thus my holiday gift guide! This is my 3rd year of compiling my gift guide and sharing my giving favorites! The Perfect Calendar Everyone needs a calendar! While I use my phone calendar to jot down my upcoming appointments, I like to…

[hoseoksluna]

BANANA MILK | jjk

pairing: fuck buddy!jungkook x f. reader

genre: smut, a tiny bit of angst

word count: 5.6k

summary: when a porn video accidentally plays on his tv, jungkook makes sure you watch.

playlist: banana milk / pinterest board: wine

warnings: forced and consensual porn watching, crotch grinding, dom/sub dynamics, plenty of desperation, praise and degradation, reader has daddy issues (like the writer,) oral sex (f. receiving), fingering, biting, pet names and a particular title used, handjob, plushie used during intercourse, spanking, raw sex, squirting, size kink, multiple orgasms, cockwarming

note: this can be read as a standalone, however it's a part two of my fic 'wine'. you guys asked for it and i delivered. <3 i wrote this entire fucking thing in a trace and on my phone, and i still don't understand how i managed to do that. even though i struggled in the beginning, i enjoyed writing this as soon as i got into it. there will be a part three as well—from jungkook's pov. so as you read, look forward to it next sunday. let me know what you think in the comments, don't be shy! mwah ᡣ𐭩

Following the shapes of the sunlight on the parquet floors, your small feet are warm. The clicking of fingers on a sleek keyboard takes you, momentarily, into a hazy frame of mind. You feel as though you’re in a novel yourself, and the sound is a mere announcement that your steps, calculated in depth—thought through, plotted, and cared for—are counted by the man a few feet away from you, the writer, the long lost poet. Counted patiently throughout the rising action until they reach, at last, the climax.  The notion unfolds within you, unfurls little by little in a way that you like, for it makes you feel exceptionally alive and poetic. It casts a languorous smile upon your shimmery face. Perhaps it’s due to the double meaning because you’re here for a reason. Or perhaps you owe that smile to the easy joy blooming in your chest, one that was sown hardly an hour ago.

You were in a bookstore, skimming through a paperback that enveloped you in blue dreaminess. The language you had the honor to graze with the pad of your finger was flowery in a way that stirred something within you—something that is noticeably sprouting to life. The furniture of the room was dark and antique under the yellow dimmed light, very much like the one you have at home. It was so you, a true personification of your whole being that made it quite difficult to leave, even though you had something to look forward to.

You were convinced it was your home.

A home that you came around to for the first time in your life—how strange.

You bought the book. It had to be yours, and you had to have a keepsake, a direct link to your hideaway. You set it by the wall next to your shoes and your purse with a pink photocard holder, pulling out a certain bottle of happiness that you brought along for your friend.

The sunlight strips take you straight to him, your feet—kissed by the sun—padding softly on the floor; the third step of the rising action. Jungkook sits slumped on his coffee brown couch with his laptop propped on his lap. His shoulders, clad in a denim sweatshirt, hunch in ever persistent concentration, a Word document opened and being swiftly filled with Hangul. Persistent enough that he doesn’t twist his head to greet you. He knows you’re there. Heard the sweet sing-song beep of his passcode being accepted, letting you in into his solitary life. Knows you didn’t forget it this time because he didn’t have to stand to his feet to open the door for you as he so often did in the past.

You wrap your arms around his neck from the back, tits squished against the nape from the low neckline you chose to wear for the day. It shreds his concentration to smithereens; you feel him inhale raggedly through his nose, fingers coming to a halt on the keyboard. You press your lips against his scarred cheek, not as plump as they usually are because they are still pulled taut into a smile, and whisper, “hi, Ggukie.”

He turns his head to face you from the side.

“Hi,” he breathes. There are peachy specks of glitter scattered all over your eyelids and you watch him study them, round eyes flicking between each one of them as if he can’t get enough of them—as if there are more for him to greet the more he looks.

And he’s right. There are.

His tender mien causes your heart to clench, overflow with a continual stream of endearment for him. You notice the mark of your guileless kiss on the apple of his cheek, the lip gloss pink and glimmering. Decide to leave it there. Decide it suits him well.

“Close your eyes,” he says, and you do.

He drifts the pad of his thumb along that delicate skin. Not to disturb the artwork, no. But to acquaint himself further with it. It’s been a long time since you wore glitter. It’s been equally as long since you were this happy—he senses it, the little iridescent stars tell him somehow. There’s so much of it that when he lifts the digit, the eye makeup stays intact, as if he hadn’t touched it at all. Jungkook flicks his eyes to the craftwork of his stained fingertip, the glitter, the stars nuzzling homely within the lines. Smiles as he mumbles, “pretty.”

You kiss him airily as a thank you. No hands, not anything. Just your lips puckering from the little distance between the pair of you. You retrieve the bottle of happiness from your back pocket and hold it against his hard chest.

Confusingly, with lips rounded, Jungkook looks down and gasps.

Banana milk.

“Come here.”

He hauls you down onto his lap like you weigh nothing, his laptop pushed away to the cold side of the couch. You squeal, pulling your hair as you lay against them and try to find a better position, discomfort painting your features in a way that makes Jungkook scrunch his nose adorably. He lifts your neck and gathers your hair, smoothing it down on the leather. You look up at him. The stars have migrated to your glossy eyes.

“Where’s yours?” he asks, hand placed on the crown of your head, the other clutching the chunky bottle protectively like a child.

“I already drank mine.”

Jungkook pierces the paper lid with the slim straw and takes a sip. Lowers it until it pokes you in the line of your lips. Nods at you, encouraging you to drink.

Your heart clenches again, and the thoughtful gesture makes it swell. It suddenly feels like your chest is very tight, like there’s no space for your organs. You massage the feeling away, wrapping your lips around the plastic, taking a few sips. No hands, not anything.

“You’re a sweet boy,” you whisper, a dollop of the creamy liquid adorning the oily pinkness of your lips.

A bright blush creeps along his cheeks, settling along the bridge of his nose as it ever so often does. Gazes down at you, then at your lips. Scrunches his nose again as he shakes his head, bending to peck you delicately, tongue swiping across your bottom lip, cleaning you up. His habit at this point.

“I’m a man.”

Your face grows hot. The imprint of your lip gloss stained his mouth and it worsens your state, deepens your dreaminess. You’re leaving small parts of your being as marks on him. You find that beautiful, in all its simplicity.

“Sweet and pretty,” you add in a hushed whisper, more to yourself than him.

Twinkles, akin to your glitter, flood his eyes and they deepen in thought. He doesn’t say anything for a moment and when he drifts the palm of his hand down your throat, curling around your collarbones, you realize he’s having flashbacks. 

Wine. Neck. Tongue.

The cause and effect on your panties in mere seconds. 

Your helplessness. The way you apologized for coming because you weren’t allowed. 

Jungkook smirks and so do you. Lets his palm roam down to your tits, discovers only with the lift of his finger that you’re wearing a lacy blue bralette under your top. 

“So easy to pull to the side,” he comments, more to himself than you. Doesn’t look at you when he begins to fondle them, transfixed by their fullness. 

“That was my—”

“How was your day?” he cuts in, a breathy concoction of a hiss and a moan escaping his mouth once he feels your nipples stiffen under his hand. Index and thumb come and squeeze at that nub, coaxing a hum out of you. 

Your brain degrades slowly but surely, metamorphosing into mush. You struggle with your memory, abruptly unable to remember where you were and what you did before you were half spread across his lap.

“Good,” you try. “Fantastic, actually.” 

Jungkook smiles. Pinches your nipple again, fingers pressing flat and moving up and down. You moan out for him, writhing in a newly, softly burning desire.

“Really?” 

“Yeah, went to the bookstore.” 

Did you? 

“Bought anything?” 

His hand drifts back to your neck, never losing skin-to-skin contact, wraps around the column, then goes back down to your tit. This time, to your neglected one. Gives it the same attention. 

You don’t remember if you bought anything.

Zoning out, you focus on the pleasure, fluttering your eyes closed. Figure this is just a meaningless talk that doesn’t require truthful answers or any for that matter. You widen your legs, calling out for his touch there. This is what you came here for. He doesn’t need to know about the itty-bitty parts of your soul.

Jungkook grabs your arm and pulls you up, guiding you to straddle him. You poke the banana milk, propped against the backrest, with your knee. Despite your now lustful haze, you’re careful not to knock it over. 

A billow of the whole night lines his eyelashes, arousal blanketing his irises. You run your hand through his hair—can’t help yourself, you’re just obeying your body’s intimate wishes—and tip his head back, his soft strands sifting through your fingers. You draw near to his slightly parted mouth as if to kiss him, but you’re here just to tease him, to make him want more just like he did to you, hovering your lips above his. His slowly quickening inhales add much to your wooziness and you go to hide in the crook of his neck, but he stops you dead in your tracks when he says, “you came here to get fucked, didn’t you?” 

Your laughter is but a breath. “How did you know?”

You kiss him there, incorporating your tongue, sucking the sensitive skin for a mere beat of time. And just like him, you discover why he likes kissing your neck as much as he does.

A film of goosebumps shrouds the small portion of the exposed skin of his chest that you’re allowed to see. Jungkook moans lowly, gripping your ass and pulling you closer to his semi-hard crotch, sinking lower into the cushion. Eager hands hook under the hem of your top and fling it out of you, latching onto the back of your neck and drawing you to his face. 

He doesn’t kiss you.

He begins to talk.

“I waited for you all fucking day,” he murmurs against your lips, sucking in a breath of air as if there wasn’t enough in his lungs, as if voicing out his desire exerted his energy. 

“All I could think about were those fucking tits,” he confesses. “Those hips of yours, so small in my hands. That pussy, fuck. I wanna eat it,” he groans, furrowing his eyebrows. “God, I wanna eat it.” 

You nod to each and every word of his, grinding your pelvis against his, mewling into his mouth. 

“You understand what I’m saying to you, don’t you?”

You nod again, your body begging you to be allowed to arch your back, but the grip Jungkook has on your neck prevents it from happening. The fire of desire burns bright, made bigger and blue by his spluttering sparks.

“‘Course you do, you’re my good little girl, aren’t you? Smart and educated,” he praises and your walls clench. “Let me eat your little pussy.” 

“Please,” is all you manage to utter before he holds you steady by the waist and lays you down on the couch. 

Your shoulder blade hits the remote control and a sudden echo of a girl’s moan booms through the room. Both of your heads swing to the TV to see a girl humping her teddy bear, barren down to her full femininity except for her panties. She plays with her nipples, pulling on them while flicking her hair back, hips rapidly moving back and forth on the nose of her big fluffy friend. Mesmerized and completely sobered up from your drunkenness, your clit gains a heartbeat, your teeth sinking into the bottom of your lip.

Jungkook hastily rummages around you to find the remote. You stop him. 

“Leave it on.”

He blinks at you, mouth agape. You smile at him, thumb brushing along his knuckles as you take the remote from him and place it on the coffee table. The gesture smooths down the wrinkle between his brows. His blush deepens, the color of roses stunning you. 

Undoing your jeans, he pulls down your zipper. “You want me to eat you out while you watch porn?”

You nod. “Yes, sir.” 

Jungkook sighs, sagging your pants down to the middle of your thighs. “Don’t call me sir or I’ll fuck you in the ass right here, right now.”

“Hurry, she’s almost done.” 

He spanks you harshly and you squirm, quickly reminded of his need to be in control, but he listens to your need. Rewinds the video back. Slaps the remote back down onto the wood of the coffee table, which makes you burst into giggles and Jungkook smirks, folding you in half, dragging your panties to your jeans pooling above your knees. The center sticks to your core, causing him to growl, hand coming to wipe at the corners. The girl hops on the teddy bear. Moans fill your ears. 

He kisses your clit. Pinches the back of his sweatshirt and hurls it at your head, obscuring your view. You huff in frustration, throwing it back at him, but he catches it. Your breath hitches in your throat.

“You should focus.”

“You going all in for me?” you ask, speaking of his nakedness. 

Clothes come off on the verge of his climax, never before it; it’s so unlikely of him to discard himself so quickly. He usually keeps at least one item of clothing on, too hasty—too hungry to bother, until he can’t take the heat anymore.

“For you always.”

He dives into your pussy, tongue licking against your folds, nose pressed against your mound, inhaling you. Going up and down, he drinks you. Moans at the taste, eyes lidded and drunk as he stares at you through the little opening of your barely parted legs. You wish to spread them wider, the pleasure forces you to, but you can’t—the tight fabric won’t grant you the satisfaction. 

“Take it off of me,” you whine.

He comes up for air. “No.”

You whine louder, fingers grasping at the waistband. Jungkook grabs your hands and pins them down to the cushion, thumbs resting in the middle of your palms. He doesn’t let a drop of you go to waste, sheathes his tongue into your warmth as he fucks you, nose rubbing against your engorged clit. You tip your head back, lose a sight of him for a moment, digits naturally wrapping around his thumbs like a baby. A litany of curse words, broken by your moans that sync to the girl’s sounds of pleasure, fall from your mouth. You don’t even look at her, too busy—too distracted by the man below you, by the way his open mouth works against you, his dimples hollowing into straight lines, so akin to the sunlight strips that led you to him, as he flicks his tongue against your clit. 

You brush your fingers through his hair again, hold it at the roots through the small hole between your thighs. It provokes him enough that he looks up at you and finds you staring back at him. He growls against your cunt, a warning, the vibrations sending you back. Your eyes roll into your head and your hips follow, grinding into his glistening face. 

Jungkook hums. Sticks around to see if you’re watching the porn, slowing down the pace of his flicks. 

You’re not. 

Coming down from that wave, your eyes set back down on him. 

Jungkook peels his mouth off of you. Bends over you and grips your neck, pushing you down. The other hand spreads your slick all over your cunt, gliding back and forth. No pressure, not anything. Hearing your squelching noises, he mimics you. Also rolls his eyes back. Awakens the butterflies in your tummy. 

“Focus,” he hisses. 

You mewl. Ride his fingers to at least feel something, but you achieve nothing of the like. 

He spanks your pussy, another warning. 

You don’t listen. Can’t take your eyes off of him. Of the disheveled mess on top of his head, the sweat that pools at his hairline, the disarrange of his thick eyelashes from having his lids closed against your skin, the sheen of his nose, the wet puffiness of his lips, the kiss mark on his cheek. You take a deep breath. 

It’s impossible to focus on someone else other than him. Especially when he licks his lips, the tip of his tongue sailing around the arc of his lips—the arc of your character development. Swallows the dewiness he called out like teacher to pupil. 

You were a virgin when you met him. It was him who taught your body to get messy for him like this. His tongue that tasted your girlishness first. All your first times were with him and continue to be under his ever strict but safe supervision. 

Under his custody in a way. You do call him Daddy after all. 

“I missed your cuntie so much,” he husks, tightening his grip a tiny bit to emphasize the importance of his words. “But I can’t eat it if you don’t watch.” 

His index finger turns your head to the side and his other hand travels down to your wet heat. The girl clutches her friend’s fur in her fist and fucks him slowly. With each roll of her hips upwards, you can see the shine of her slick adorning her folds. Jungkook sinks two digits inside. Can barely fit them in due to the way you clench around him. You fight his hold against your cheek, needing to look at him. 

“Fuck, you like that, don’t you?” he whispers. “My horny little baby.” 

He keeps them there, at the beginning of your hole, pumping sluggishly. Doesn’t look at the girl. Didn’t do so ever since the video started playing. His eyes only drink in your reactions, the twist of your features, the little sounds and breaths that break out of your mouth, gracing his ears, making his cock hard. 

It disturbs something within you. Stirs it to life. Kindles it radiantly, adjoining it to the fire of your desire. You know what it is, but you can’t bring yourself to accept it. It’s a feigned reality, one of a novel. Not the one that could ever be applied to your life, burst at the seam, engulf the radius until it absorbs you. 

You’re not that lucky. You’re not lucky to have him in that way. 

You’re lucky enough to have him physically connected to you once a week. 

But emotionally? 

Tears prick your waterline. 

“I want your tongue on my clit,” you croak out, reckon it’s better that you listen to him, watch the girl make herself come, follow her footsteps and go home. 

Distance is safe. Distance heals everything, particularly emotional attachments. 

Jungkook ceases his slow movement. Lowers your legs down so they repose across his thighs. Strokes the tremble of your muscles, removing your jeans and your underwear. Keeps that dangly fabric hanging off of the edge of the coffee table. Caresses your face as he says, “Daddy wants that, too. So bad. But you gotta be my good little girl and watch it. Then Daddy will play with your little clit.” 

“Okay.” 

He settles back into his position between your legs, enfolds your thighs around his shoulders. Placing a tiny kiss on your pussy lips, the soft fleshiness of your thigh steals his attention. He begins to plant big, wet kisses there. Alternates between nibbles and those kisses, mumbling something under his breath that you can’t make out. 

The girl’s furry friend is drenched in her wetness. You buckle your hips with need. 

“I want to hear your apology,” he orders, lips pressed against your skin. 

You look at him and mewl. 

“Eyes on the TV.” 

He bites you. 

You hiss in pain. “I’m sorry.” 

He kisses the pain he caused. “What for?” 

“For watching you,” you whisper, a lump forms in your throat and is softened by the look of endearment he gives you. Doesn’t reprimand you for keeping your eyes on him. 

He latches onto the voluptuous part between your hip and thigh, marks you there. “And why did you watch me?” 

You bite your lip to cage the words you really want to say behind your teeth, but some of them slip out. “Because you’re beautiful. Too distracting.” Because you look at me, and not at her. 

Jungkook hums. Kitten licks your clit to reward you, lips wrapping around the bundle to suck it. Makes a sound of satisfaction, eyes closing to drown in the feeling. Lets go with a pop. Does it again. Suck. Pop. Suck. Pop.

You moan. Near to the last step of your rising action. One more and you’ll reach your climax. You keep your eyes peeled on the girl, her screams guiding you to that sweet release. 

“My good little girl. Making me weak. Making me drunk,” he mutters against your pussy, blowing cool air against your dewiness; you shiver and he laughs softly. “Come for me, baby. Please.” 

He sucks your clit again, but manages the pressure. Makes sure it’s light, so you enjoy it as much as he does. 

“Keep watching it. You’re doing such a good job. Keep those pretty eyes on the TV.” 

A new texture rubbing against your pussy surprises you and a moany gasp escapes you. You look down to find his dear Hello Kitty plushie in his hand and the different, rough sensation tears the rope in your belly. 

“That’s it. Ride her. Fuck yeah. Make a mess on her for me. Good, good girl.”  

You gush out, your orgasm taking over your body. Trembling, squirming, you thrash your hands in search of something stable that would help you ground yourself. Jungkook doesn’t slow down his movement but he finds your hand, finds the other one too, and pins them above your head. Bends over you and watches you closely, watches those waves surging through your body until they still. 

He kisses you, then. 

“Such a good girl for me. Well done.” 

You struggle to catch your breath. 

And there’s no oxygen left in your lungs when Jungkook begins to rock his hips against his plushie, the button of her nose pressing deliciously against your sensitive bundle. Your moans come out in staccatos, dry and breathless. Little squeaks of pleasure that make him crazy. Eyebrows furrowed, stare dark and fixed. 

“Fuck, Jungkook. Oh, fuck.” 

He laughs and you expect to be degraded, having realized that both of you forgot, for the first time in months, to do so, but he rams into her and nudges his nose against yours. Dimples prominent, mouth stretched into a grin. A sight to die for. 

“I could come like this, baby. But I want to feel you. Need your little pussy around me. Might go crazy if I don’t fuck you,” he says hastily, chucking the plushie away. “They might lock me up.” 

You might have wanted to go home, but who are you to deny him when he’s this desperate for you. 

Butterflies swarm in your belly. And you laugh. 

“Fuck me, baby. Come on,” you say, the pet name on your tongue scorching your whole body. 

Jungkook hums, palms his hardness as the outline of his cock makes you salivate. While you reach for Hello Kitty to hug her because you need something solid to hold onto, he pulls out his heavy length out of his sweatpants. Wanting him naked, your fingers push down the material and you uncover that he’s not wearing any underwear.

You curse under your breath, your pussy drooling for you. 

His member slaps against his stomach and you hiss, your saliva collecting in your mouth at the sight. He grips himself, throws his head back. You focus on his red tip, on the evidence of his arousal agleam in the sudden shadows of the room. The video stopped playing; silence replaced it instead. You care very little for it, entranced by his manhood, by his defined abdomen, the hardness and roundness of his pecs and the small, singular mole right underneath. You find yourself longing to kiss it, swipe your tongue against it and you fulfill your body’s wishes.  

You get on your knees. Hello Kitty falls in the middle of them. Jungkook curiously watches what you’re doing and when you do what you longed to do, he moans softly. 

“Princess,” he sighs, moans again when you brush your fingertips against his nipple. “You make me feel so good.” 

“Yeah?” you question, looking up at him, fingers tweaking his nipple and he vocally shows you how much he likes that. 

His sounds of pleasure, the variety of pet names and praise makes you feel woozy all over again. Your pussy dampens the plush fabric, adding to the mess. 

“Feel how hard you made me,” he whispers, guides your hand to his length, wrapping your fingers around his girth; you show him, too, how much you like that. “Spit on it.” 

You don’t have to be told twice. 

Spreading your liquid love all over him, you grip him tight beneath the mushroom to coax that delicious hiss you love hearing. You begin to move your hand from there, sliding his foreskin up and down. His groans are a panoply of pure beauty that you wish to own forever. You wish you could freeze time right now. Deem this is as close to paradise as you could ever get. 

This is where you want to be, for all eternity. 

You lick over his nipple and Jungkook sobs. Sounds just like you when he plays with you and it makes you sob just the same. You hold it in, though, think this is a time reserved for him only. Concentrate on flicking the nub to make him feel good, squeezing his tip. He deserves it. 

“I’m gonna turn myself in,” Jungkook whines. “It’s your fault.” He kisses the top of your head. “You made me crazy.” 

You laugh, quickening the pace of your hand that soon slows down when he sultrily orders, “hump her for me.” 

“Fuck,” you let out, eyes wide and round as you look up at him. “You want me to ride her?” 

A rumble of agreement passes through his lips. “Make Daddy proud.” 

You withdraw but Jungkook clicks his tongue. 

“Keep your hand where it belongs.” 

Your jaw falls open. 

He guides you back where he wants you, meanwhile you rearrange the plushie and sit down on her nose, cringing at the cold wetness you left there. 

You rock your hips once. The dull pleasure numbs your senses, electrifies your body. Before you’re even aware of it, you hump her like your life depends on it. Your hair lifts and falls around you gracefully in spite of your pace, little strays sticking to your flushed face.

“Slow down, fuck,” Jungkook groans, placing his hands on your shoulders and wrist to stop you. “Slow, baby. Can you do that for me?” 

You listen, even though it’s evident you don’t like it. 

He chuckles. “Good job,” he praises. “Fix your face.” 

You smile up at him, cracking into a gentle laughter. Out of breath, out of your mind. 

“That’s it.” 

He kisses your forehead. Reaches behind him and grabs the banana milk. Points the straw at your lips. You gulp it down loudly. Jungkook fixes your hair in the meantime. 

Sitting down, he hauls you onto his lap. Your back presses against his chest, the tip of his shaft aiming at the middle of your belly. It scares you, how deep he can go and you turn your head to look at him with wide eyes.

He squeezes your tits, pulls the fabric to the side. Pinches both of your nipples at the same time before he kneads the flesh. Your roll your hips against his manhood, leaning your head back against his shoulder. 

“You’re just too small, aren’t you?” he whispers against your cheek. 

You meow a soft sound that confirms his words. 

“Won’t even fit in you. Need to stretch out you for me,” he says, hands traveling down your stomach. “Can you even take two fingers?”

There it is, the degradation. But it’s so tender that you can’t even believe your own ears. You mewl again, finding it so hot that he talks to you like this, knowing you took three of his fingers the last time he touched you. 

“I can,” you say and there’s allure to your words, your pussy grinding against him. 

He hums. Maneuvers you a little so his cock sits against your ass. Plays with your slick just to hear the filthy sound before he plunges two of his fingers inside of you. He curls them and is brutal as he pistons into you in fast jerks, the muscles in his biceps bulging. With his free hand, he makes sure you gaze at him and he nudges his nose with yours. His short breaths fan against your cupid’s bow and in return, you feed him your moans. He swallows each and every one, his pace never faltering, his eyes never leaving yours. 

Your stream of pleasure shoots out onto the coffee table and Jungkook would miss it if his reflexes didn’t act out for him. He groans, strumming his fingers against your clit to prolong your orgasm, lifting you to ram his hard length into you. 

You welcome him embarrassingly fast, smothering him until he’s fully sheathed inside you. Because he entered you mid climax, it triggers another one and you scream, thrash your body that he encages with his arms around you, one hand flying to your neck to keep you down. He presses his lips against your temple, lulls you with gentle sounds. Mutters apologetic words, words of encouragement, praise and reassurement. All while ramming his cock into you. 

You’re forgetting the day and time. Hell, you’re forgetting your own age and name. All you know is dick. 

His dick splitting you open as your head knocks back and forth. 

He squishes your cheeks, pressing a kiss there, and it brings you back. You open your eyes, blink a few times. Yelp as he fucks you deeply and holds. 

“You’re taking me so well,” Jungkook husks. “You always squirt for me, don’t you?” 

You nod, dumbly. He plunges his fingers into your mouth to gather your saliva and takes them down to your clit. He rubs it, and he rubs it in fast circles. His other hand finds the soiled plushie and he crams her into your arms. You cuddle her, needing the comfort. 

“If I had a vibrator, I’d keep it right here on your little clit the whole time and break you fucking apart.” 

You clench around him, signaling him how much you like the idea.

“I know you’d like that. The thought of it won’t let me sleep. Might have to get it for you after all.”

Your surroundings are foggy. Another surge of orgasm reaches for you to get you. Your whole body shakes. You hug the plushie tighter. 

You prop your feet on his muscular thighs and weakly, you snap your hips down on him, setting a steady pace that makes you see stars. 

Jungkook ceases your movement. Grabs your waist tightly. 

“Stop or I’ll come.” 

You fight against him, pushing down on him. He lets you. 

“You want Daddy to come for you?” 

“Yes, please, I’m so close,” you squeak. 

“Hold onto her then.”

He meets your thrust, groans at the impact, at the teamwork. Has a deathly grip on you and Hello Kitty that bruises you, stills you as he ruts into you, his balls slapping against your sensitive, abused femininity. You’re losing everything; you’re losing yourself in him, in his manhood, in his desire and pleasure. Submitting all that you are to him, willingly giving over all that you have left of your being. Knowing it will be safe, knowing you will be taken care of. 

And with that you come, and you come hard. You coax his orgasm, beckon it out with the one final clench of your pussy around him. You milk him dry, stars clouding your vision and the warmth of his hot spurts of cum filling you to the brim. Jungkook whines. 

He loses it completely. 

Babbling sets of incoherent words against your cheek, he kisses you there, drags his kisses down to your jaw and your neck, squeezing you and Hello Kitty in his arms as his cock stays sheathed inside of you. 

Two things you do make out when you come down. 

A string of pet names directed to you. A bunch of ‘baby’, ‘princess’, ‘little girl’, all held close by the prefix of ‘my’. Held as close as he holds you. 

And something else entirely.  

“I love being inside of you. Whether it’s with my fingers or my dick. I don’t care. I just love being inside of you. You feel like home.” 

He strokes your hair, over and over, from the side like that. From the crown of your head, past the curve, down the side of your neck. All while kissing your skin. Tiny little kisses that soothe you, lull you into tranquility, prove you utterly wrong. 

But you’re still delirious from your high. You don’t realize what he said. 

You don’t realize that your home isn’t within the walls of that bookstore but within the arms of the man that holds you. 

And you don’t realize that he feels the same way.

© 2024 hoseoksluna, all rights reserved.

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[wildshona]

A Kind Man

So there I am in my ripped jeans, tee shirt and summer denim jacket. It's fucking snowing and i'm fucking freezing. Guy walks past and I mutter £10 for a blow job. He walks past and then he stops and looks back. I pull my jacket open so he can see my cold rock hard nipples through my tee shirt.

what did you say?

£10 for a blow job.

You cold

fuck yeah

hungry?

yeah

need a bath?

yeah

come with me

next thing i know i am debating with myself whether I am a dumb fuck as I am standing on Waterloo station and he is buying me a ticket.

Well, I follow him through the barrier and i get on the train then walk to a block of flats really nice. Up in a lift to the most amazing flat. The guy puts his hand on a pnel and like hundreds of little lights come on in the ceiling and he moves his fingers and lights go up and down in different parts of this beautiful room, One whole wall is glass.

Need a bath?

Yeah

Come on then.

he took me to a bathroom, massive bath with candle holders fitted on the bath and a whole wall a mirror.

I know he said the flat used to belong to a Greek pornographer. You can see brackets where there used to be cameras in the corners of the room. There is a robe in the cupboard. Strip off and throw your clothes in the corridor and any clothes you have in your rucksack and i'll throw them in the washing machine. Take your time and i'll cook something simple.

I did what he said. it was so long since i could soak in a bath. u have no idea what that feels like after being on the streets for eight months.

When I got out and went into the lounge he called to me from the kitchen that he had made spag bol and go through to the dining room. I hadn't even noticed that. It was a glass room set into the lounge with one glass wall onto a balcony.

He came in with the food we went through. he went and got a bottle of red wine. we ate nd drank the wine. he asked me how old i was. i said 22, he laughed. 16, 17,18? OK 17.

Tough to be on the streets at 17

yeah.

Runaway

yeah.

We chattted . he was al lot older than me.

Follow me he said.

A bedroom big bed two walls of mirrors bracket for a camera no camera

Sleep well he said.

What about the blow job

when you are 18 he said

He closed the door

what was going on?

I took the robe off, slipped naked into bed and waited and waited

and fell asleep.

When I woke up i went to find him. Naked in case he wanted his blow job. In the lounge on a sofa were my clothes clean and folded. He came in from the kitchen with coffee and toast.

You are really beautiful but you should get dressed.

we had breakfast and he said he would walk me to the station.

and before we left he gave me £100.

and his card

if you are ever really in trouble call me

I had bathed, washed my hair, eaten slept better than i had for eight months and had clean clothes. and i had money.

i got on the train back to Waterloo and cried.

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Eclipsed in Paris (Miraculous x Reader) Pt 5

5:17:23 PM 

"I'm sorry to say this, but who are you?" 

Why was that my first reaction to a flying bat-mouse-looking thing? Most people would have screamed, probably even throw something at it... and I said I was sorry to it?!?!

"Hello! I am Bazoo (Baz-zoo) your kwami, you must be the holder of the bat miraculous." 

"I guess... What's a miraculous?"

"Your necklace. When you wish to transform using the fear miraculous, you will say Bazoo, spread my wings! To detransform, you'll say drop wings." came the squeaky voice. 

"Alright, and do you need anything specific to eat? Do you eat?"

"I do eat! I love blackberries and black cherries!" she replied cheerfully, I think.

"Okay, then... Bazoo spread my wings!"

A bright purple hue covered my body. I can feel a sort of latex, maybe leather take over the denim of my jeans, and they disappear like nothing leaving me clad in a black suit with plum undertones. My arms have some sort of loose jagged fabric resembling bat wings, and my hands are completely covered with sharpened tips where they end. My head somehow has ears connected to either side, that are completely pointed at the ends and the mask isn't like most where it covers the eyes, but rather it covers the mouth, and my hair covers the majority of my eyes. Where the miraculous was, the originally red jewel turned wine colored and the wings of the bat glowed a light silver hue. 

"Um... Bazoo, what do I do now?" I asked the emptiness of the room. No response. 

Then I happened to notice outside the window just how much of a wreak Paris was. Oh yeah, the first day of school, the first day of dealing with akumatized villains. Great...

There was supposed to be a Ladybug and Chat Noir interview tonight. I only know this because Chloe said she'd be the first caller. Speaking of the call, she also told me she gave Adrien my number so I'd at least have some connections here for better friend choices... Anyways, it appears Ladybug didn't want to talk about her relationship with Chat Noir and now the news lady's gone crazy.

Oh my, Atlanta, she's got, Chloe!

I raced over to Chloe's room just in time to see her disappear into the subway and for Paris to get a look at me in a bat costume, but Nadja didn't recognize me. However, it wasn't just the viewers who saw me, but also Chat Noir and Ladybug... and they looked just as shocked as "Prime Queen". 

"Well, well, well, looks like we have a new superhero joining us tonight. Are you here to fight Ladybug for Chat Noir's love since she can't just confess?" Nadja or Prime Queen questioned. 

"Uh, sorry but I've never met Chat Noir, nor am I here to fight Ladybug..."

That's when a blue-purple butterfly appeared in front of her face, and she decided to push me through the portal where Chloe was and followed through.

"You're going to give me your miraculous, after making my rating skyrocket,"  she said to me off the record of her broadcast. Then she addressed Ladybug and Chat Noir. 

"Welcome, to the subway of suspense! If it reaches seventy miles per hour, you can say goodbye to your precious little friend."

I made a grab for the "weapon" I had as part of my costume. It's a boomerang. What can I do in a cramped subway with a boomerang? Bazoo mentioned a special power, "echo" that would allow me to locate something I desperately want to find, but I can only use it once and I have to go find it. Echo also pushes back anything in my way of the item but it may be too dangerous in a confined space. 

"Well, well, look here, the ratings are rising! More and more of you want to know if our superhero friends will get here on time. The suspense is killing her! Ladybug! Cat Noir! Are you willing to travel through the screen to save your darling Chloé? Ladybug are you ready to fight... What was your name dear?!" Prime Queen knocked me out of my thoughts.

"I'm Rouge, and she's not going to die in this train just so you can get more viewers." my glare spoke more than my tone for me. Nadja recoiled away from me with that glare but continued her attempt at luring in Chat Noir and Ladybug. 

" Ladybug, Cat Noir, New Girl! I beg you, save my jacket!

"Your jacket or you?" I replied to her. Is she seriously more worried about the jacket than her own life?

It appeared Chat Noir and Ladybug were preparing to enter the portal to the subway. Not the greatest idea, but I guess it works. I had already started trying to untie Chloe's binds with much struggle because she keeps moving around. 

"Will you stay still? I'm trying to save you and your jacket right now." I commanded. She listened until she saw our two new members at the subway party. 

"Ugh, finally, what took you so long? Hurry up and get me out of this underground nightmare! Woah!" Chloe fell over and took me with her. 

"I thought I told you to stay still. Now we're both in trouble!" I harshly whispered to Chloe as Prime Queen noticed my hands. 

"You're about to be the stars of the highest-rated show in all of TV history! Rouge, shall we dance with our stars?" Nadja said to Ladybug, Chat Noir, and I.

"Excuse you?! In what way am I on your side?" I said while throwing the boomerang, effectively tripping her up. 

"Where's the akuma?" asked Ladybug clearly focused on Prime Queen. 

"I'll find out, just trust me on this," I told her gaining strange looks from her and Chat Noir. 

"ECHO" and an ungodly screech left my throat following the command. The ringlets from the screech pinpointing on Nadja's watch and also effectively shattered the windows of the moving subway.

"It's in the watch," I said rather ashamedly, but then again Chat Noir is the holder of the miraculous of destruction.

"I'll deal with Prime Queen." Ladybug said. 

"We'll get the door, " Chat Noir said dragging me with him, and forgetting Chloe in the process, I followed him. 

Checking the door, it's clear the door isn't locked but it won't budge. The only way to get out would be through the windows at this point. 

"The doors jammed. You're Rouge, right? I'm Chat, welcome to the club."

"Uh, thanks? Is this normal?"

"Akumatized villains, yes. Being stuck on a train, not so much." he said before yelling back to Ladybug,  "We're trapped!". 

"The rules for my show are simple, admit the truth live on TV that you're dating and in love and I'll stop the train!"

"What did I just get into?"

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: ̗̀➛ Venus in Capricorn

Sophisticated beauty. Leather and denim Jackets. Long coats. Fine Wine. Expensive parties. Luxurious pools 😭. 70s & 80s Conversation pits. The office. Hot business woman everyone turns their heads to look at twice bc yes. High academic achievement. Aesthetically pleasing but detailed school notes. Old money. Rich girl sorority. Dark eyeshadow. Corsets. Picking out flowers in a field. Dark rooms. CSI and SVU. Beige coloured robes. Having detailed plans about your future. Chokers. The stone roses. A deep and profound love for Mitski. Wanting to have a consistent aesthetic but most likely gives up and wears wtv tf you want. Doing an escape room with friends and being the only one who solves it.

: ̗̀➛ Venus in Taurus

Azealia Banks type of songs specifically Luxury and Miss Camaraderie. Velvet red dresses. Expensive ass fine clothing. Large front yard gardens. Roses. Floral perfume. Unorganised makeup on one of those ikea desks 😭. Comfy bedsheets. Apple trees. Silky pillow cases. Doe like eyes. Having a early morning sesh before school LMAOO. Being liked immediately after meeting randoms at a party. Hot 80s girl with hot bf that get killed at the beginning of every horror movie. Jennifer checks bedroom 😭. Plants in every corner of the room. Lunar or astrological tapestry. Studying with friends in a candle lit room. Fancy lingerie. Visiting art museums. Giving your lunch out to all your close friends.. if you have any. Making a dream journal and forgetting about it. All of Lana del rays songs. Foggy mornings. Mushrooms. Forests. Tells themselves they’ll skip love readings on tiktok but ends up watching all of them all the way through LMAO. Angsty romantic animes and films.

: ̗̀➛ Venus in Virgo

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Engagement Party ~ JJK [Request]

WORD COUNT: 1.5K

GENRE: Fluffy, mentions of Anxiety and panic attacks, slice of life, established relationship

PAIRING:  Jungkook x GN!Reader

A/N: I hope this is okay for you! I used both an anxiety and panic attack in this as I suffer with both and sometimes struggle telling them apart even after having them for years 🥰💕

There was a crushing feeling in the pit of your stomach as you looked out of the window in your bedroom, the driveway was full. Cars were having to park on the street which wasn't going to impress the neighbours.

"Babe?" Jungkook questioned when he walked into the room, he was dressed in a white shirt with some dark-blue denim jeans, he looked so good tonight. He'd been downstairs helping the boys greet everyone but he realised you weren't there and decided to come and find you.  

"What are you doing up here?" The truth was you didn't even know the answer to that question since people began arriving you'd been feeling a little sick. You'd rushed off to the bedroom to try and clear your head after people started to come through the door.

You'd never been good at being in front of people and this small party that Jungkook was throwing was all about you and him, celebrating your nine years together and your engagement to one another.

A whole night dedicated to you and your engagement to one another which meant everyone was going to want to talk to you. Congratulate you or ask you different questions on how your relationship was going. Everyone wanting to know more than you were willing to tell them, all of them being nosey just because Jungkook was your husband to be.

"Nervous," You whispered to him as you moved away from the window having enough of seeing people walk into the house turning to look at him. Some of them you did know and some of them you didn't. It was mostly people just tagging along since they knew it was Jungkook that you were engaged to. Jungkook smiled sadly as he looked at you, he knew you weren't good around people which was why parties weren't normally thrown by you.

"There's nothing to be nervous about," He came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist trying to reassure you with his presence.

"I'll be there every step of the way," He promised as he kissed your cheek softly resting his chin in the crook of your neck.

“I know, but you know me.” You whispered as you stepped away from him trying to ignore the feeling that was continuing to grow in your stomach. The one thing you were trying to remind yourself of was that it was people you knew. Your family were waiting for you and they were the select few you weren’t anxious around. You’d grown up with them it was nothing, they were used to randomly going quiet or walking away when things were getting too much.

“I’ll meet you downstairs-” Jungkook stopped talking when you shook your head and linked your arm with his left one, wanting to walk down the stairs with him so that all of the attention was over and done with all in one go. The stares and the glances as you both walked into the living room.

“Alright then, shall we do this?” He chuckled softly as he raised your hand to his lips and kissed your ring walking out of the bedroom with you in his arms.

“To the very happy couple!” Namjoon called out as he raised his glass of red wine, people were surrounding you and Jungkook so you clutched onto him tightly and kept your grip on him and the wine glass.

“The happy couple!” People chorused as they held up their glasses to you and Jungkook, Jungkook held up his with a smile so you just sent everyone a smaller smile as you held up your glass before taking a large gulp of it. The party wasn’t going too bad, Jungkook had done as promised and wouldn’t leave your side. Holding onto you for most of the time the party was going on unless he needed the loo. That was when he would pass you onto one of the boys and excuse himself, coming back shortly afterwards.

Getting lost in conversation with your best friend Jungkook didn’t notice that you slipped out of his grasp without a word, leaving him to stand there. You stared down at the floor as you walked into the bathroom, shutting the door and sliding down to sit in front of the bathtub. Someone had come with your best friend and was doing everything in their power to flirt with Jungkook right in front of you. You didn't catch her name, all you caught was her flirting with your fiancé. Jungkook did his best to try and push her comments to the side and remind her that this was his engagement party but the flirty comments didn’t stop, she kept pushing and pushing as if she didn't care that you were standing right there.

Then she started taking out her phone to call her friends and tell them where she was, who she was with and they, of course, all wanted to talk to you and Jungkook. Questioning every aspect of your relationship wanting to know every detail that they could get their hands on.

Your chest was starting to hurt as you continued to think back on it all, your heart was thumping faster than it was supposed to and it was getting difficult to breathe.

The moment Jungkook realised you weren't standing by his side anymore and the girl beside your best friend was getting closer to him and more touchy he excused himself away from them and went to find you. He’d known you for nine years he knew exactly where you would be hiding out right now.

“Babe?” He called out as he lightly knocked on the bathroom door, all he heard was a small sob and he pushed the door open, closing and locking it behind him as he knelt down beside you.

“J-Jungkook-” You tried to explain what was going on but all you could do was sob at him, crying hysterically as you struggled to get your breathing under control but he pulled you close to him. Kissing the top of your head as he tried to remember some of the different grounding techniques he’d found. When you first started dating and you told him about your anxiety and panic attacks he did all of the research he could to be able to help you whenever you needed him to.

“Come on babe, we’re going to do your grounding work.” He whispered in your ear knowing that repeating, “just breathe” to you wasn’t going to help you but only make things worse. You shakily nodded as you kept his arms around you, kissing the top of your head softly trying to let you know he was there without being too overwhelming for you.

“Five things you can see,” He whispered to you as he continued to hold onto you, rubbing small circles into your back. He knew exactly how to bring you down from your panic attacks, he'd done everything he could to make things easy for you.

“The sink, the towel rack, toothbrush holder, the shower curtain and the…T-The shampoo.” You whimpered out as you looked around the room trying to focus on what he was telling you to rather than the panic that was rushing through your body.,

“Four you can touch,” He whispered in your ear holding onto your hands as he intertwined your fingers together. Squeezing on your hands softly,

“You, the rug, the bathtub, and the water from the leaking tap.” You giggled a little as you lifted your hand up, your mind slowly being distracted by the different things around you.

“Three you can hear,” He told you the next instructions and it already felt as though you were calming down,

“The leaking tap, people outside and Jimin singing.” You told him as you heard Jimin getting onto the karaoke machine,

“Two things you can smell,” The smell of mozzarella sticks filled your nose as you took in a deep breath in trying to smell something.

“Mozzarella sticks and your aftershave.” A giant smiled formed on his face when he felt your body relax against his but he held you tighter as he asked the next one,

“One thing you can taste,” He whispered knowing exactly what you were going to do for the last one,

“Your lips,” You whispered before kissing him deeply as you finally calmed down, he smiled at you looking deep into your eyes as he cupped your face in his hands, running his thumb over your skin.

“We don’t have to go out yet, we can sit here if you want?” He whispered as he held onto your hands but you shook your head, feeling a little more confident than before at the thought of going out there.

“I want to get Jimin on camera so I can blackmail him.” You laughed softly as you got up from the floor and pulled Jungkook up with you, pulling him out of the bathroom hand in hand as you kept walking out. Ignoring the dirty look you were getting from your best friends friend who had been standing outside the bathroom door the second she’d seen him walk in there. She thought he'd gone alone but was clearly mistake when she saw the two of you come out hand in hand.

“Come on bub,” You said loud enough for her to hear as you walked towards Jimin taking your phone out of your pocket as you got onto the camera, ready to record a very drunk Jimin in all his action.

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Afterglow (A Bucky Barnes AU fan fiction) - Chapter 5

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Afterglow chapters Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader CHAPTER FIVE

Sometimes, the universe works in different dumb ways. You're one of the few lucky people if you get what you want, and one of those who aren't; the ones who run out of luck every damn time. There's nothing more miserable than finding what you're not looking for, meeting the right person at the wrong time (or vice versa), getting the wrong take out food, or riding the wrong cab.

Unlike your first cab ride, this one was different. There was no loud music, no speeding, no overtaking, and no yelling -- definitely not what you needed right now. See how the universe works in different dumb ways?

If Bucky wasn't hungover right now, you would've ran all the way from White Wolf to the bar. God, how much did he drink last night? After thirty minutes, the cab finally stopped in front of the bar. Bucky paid a generous amount. "Keep the change." He said casually before stepping out of the cab.

Without second thoughts, you walked the steps down that lead to the door of the bar. In front of it were sealed boxes and cases of different kinds of liquor -- beer, champagne, wine, whiskey, vodka; you name it. Luckily, you always had the bar keys in your pockets in case of emergencies. Lucky for Steve, one of his employees just lived right above the bar and had the freedom to come down any time she wanted. Steve lived all the way in Brooklyn. Why he chose to work in the Upper West Side, you might never know. He was a pretty secretive person. No one from the bar staff knew anything about his personal life -- except that his family was from Rhode Island (perhaps).

"That's a lot of boxes." Bucky caught up with you. "Good thing I'm here."

"Please." You scoffed. "You're still hungover." I bet he couldn't even carry one small box, and even if he could, he'd just spill them all over the floor. But you didn't really know Bucky. You just knew him from Peter's stories. So, when he carried two big boxes at the same time right before you opened the door, the shock came over you. You wondered, spending all his time partying and drinking, where he stores all the alcohol he consumes.

"Where do you want me to put this?" Bucky asked.

"Just right behind the counter." You replied. "If you need some help, let me know."

"I got it all, doll, don't you worry." He chuckled, placing the boxes on top of the counter then jumping over it to reach the other side. You rolled your eyes and got more of the boxes that were sitting lonely outside. You put a stopper right between the small gap between the floor and the door. "Nice place you got here!" You heard Bucky yell amidst the city noises. "Different kind of bar."

"You mean not like the kind of bar you go to?"

You heard him chuckle. "Yeah, that. This one's kind of vintage."

"Yeah." You replied, sticking your head out by the door frame. "Like you!"

He gave you a small chuckle. The bar did give off some vintage mood -- that was why it was a bar for everyone. The kids were now discovering and loving all kinds of vintage stuff, people in their fifties come here 'cause it reminded them of their time, and some are just curious.

On the inside of the bar, everyone was completely shut out from the outside. There were no windows, only color-stained glasses on the wooden walls near the ceiling. You can never tell day from night inside unless you look at the wall clock.

You pushed some of the boxes on the floor. You didn't have enough upper body strength to carry them all the way to the counter. By the time you reached Bucky, you carried the boxes one by one and placed them on the counter, then he carried them over to the other side.

"So vintage." He commented once again. "You even got a jukebox. Does that even work?" He motioned towards the jukebox.

You sensed he wanted to try it for himself so you told him he could give it a little push. He smiled and jumped over the counter once more. "You don't always have to jump, Bucky." You showed him the wooden counter pass-through he could easily open but his focus was set on the jukebox. He found the plug and waited for it to light up.

"Cool. Just like they do in the movies."

"Of course. What did you expect when you plugged that in?" You carried one box to the counter and stopped near the jukebox, leaning over it. "Besides, didn't you guys have this during your time?"

"You make it sound like I came from the fifties."

You raised your eyebrows, crossing your arms. "So, what did you guys have?"

"Cassettes." He mumbled.

"We had iPods. But at some point I think we did have cassettes, then the CD, then the iPods. Still doesn't change the fact that you're basically a dinosaur." Then you made a roaring sound which you thought was the sound of dinosaurs.

"That's not how a dinosaur sounds like, Aria."

"Of course, you'd know." You teased before going back to get some more boxes.

Bucky started to push some buttons until a mellow song played. "It's been a long, long time." He mumbled.

"What?" You asked and stopped pushing the boxes.

"The song. It's named 'It's been a long, long time.' A buddy of mine's favorite song. He and his girlfriend used to dance to it. Haven't heard this song for a long time. Quite nice."

"It is nice." You commented. "But it's too dramatic. Put some Beatles on!"

He chuckled and pushed more buttons until a song from The Beatles played.

You resumed moving all the things inside. As the boxes got heavier, assuming they were mostly the new plates and glasses, Bucky removed his polo shirt and dropped it somewhere. He was still wearing the tank top he had yesterday. "Remind me to buy Peter some new clothes."

"You're really gonna buy him new clothes?" You grunted, carrying a heavy box on the counter, passing it to Bucky.

"Yeah." He made a face, clearly struggling with the box. "I kinda destroyed what was half in his closet."

"I heard, yeah." You replied while walking to the front door to get the cases.

"You got some more back there?" Bucky yelled.

"It's the last one. I got it."

For the next hour, you and Bucky spent unpacking and placing everything where they were supposed to be. You had a few phone calls from Peter, most were just him checking up on Bucky. You promised to tell him you'd tell the whole fiasco at the White Wolf when he gets here in the bar.

"I'll be there as fast as I can." Peter replied before hanging up. You told Bucky about the phone call and he mumbled something under his breath you couldn't quite decipher. You decided to leave him be as he unloaded the last box.

Before you could even ask about the mean drink he was supposed to make, he emerged from behind the counter, holding up two bottles in his hand. "You up for some drinks?"

"As long as you pay for it."

On his hands were two expensive unopened bottles. As long as they were still half full and paid by Bucky, you wouldn't get in any kind of trouble with Steve.

"I got you, doll. Don't worry." He popped both of them open and grabbed two cups and a shaker as you sat down one of the stools, shaking off the nickname he'd been giving you ever since you arrived here at the bar.

You barely paid attention to the song still playing on the jukebox as you watched Bucky make his supposedly mean drink. He started to tell a story about how he learned to make his own drinks. Unlike Peter, he didn't bother to beat around the bush. He kept everything short and precise: A bartender friend of his taught him how to make drinks then experimented on his own in his penthouse where he had a mini bar just for himself, which was inside his own office. Odd, you thought. Most people would have them on the corner of the living room, with wine glasses dangling on hanging wine holders and shelves full of liquor. Bucky's mind worked in a different way.

Bucky's very short story made you wonder of all the other classic Bucky stories you've been told -- the long ones Peter would tell you. You wondered if they were only adventurous and wild in Peter's words. Would they have been different if you'd heard them from Bucky?

"I'm gonna name this drink after you." Bucky snapped you out of your train of thought.

"What?"

"This one." He carefully  handed me the drink. "I made it based on your personality."

"Bucky." You chuckled, gazing at the drink before me. Then returned it to him. "You don't even know me."

"And to think we were just engaged a while ago." He pursed his lips and leaned on the bar counter, then licked his lower lip. You tried your hardest not to give a quick glance at it but you obviously failed, so you stared at the drink in front of you once again.

"This drink is basically your judgement about me." You replied.

"It's a good judgement." He retorted. "Trust me."

"You're gonna pay, right?"

"Yeah, yeah." He playfully rolled his eyes. "Go on, try it."

Before you could even take a small sip, someone came in the door and your instinct was to say: "Sorry, we're closed right now" but it turned out to be Steve wearing denim on denim and a cap.

"Steve!" Quickly, you gave Bucky the drink he made you, then he hid it behind the counter where Steve could not take even a small peak. "Hey, I thought you were with your family."

Steve managed to catch his breath, leaning against the wall while keeping his eyes on you. "I have been calling you for the past few minutes. I thought you didn't make it here."

Your eyes widened, taking a quick glance at your phone which was on top of the bar counter. On the bright screen were a bunch of missed calls from Steve. You gave him an apologetic look and he just sighed as he walked towards the counter. Then, he caught a glimpse of Bucky who was right behind you.

"Right, right." You shook my head. "Bucky, this is Steve. He's my boss. And Steve, this is Bucky. He's Peter's stepbrother. He's just helping me out with the boxes."

There was an odd exchange between the two for a second or three. A knowing look. But you shrugged it off when Steve shook Bucky's hand over the counter. "Bucky. Nice to meet you."

Steve nodded. "Aren't you the owner of White Wolf?"

"That's me." Bucky chuckled, withdrawing his hand back after the friendly handshake.

Steve focused his attention back to you. "You could've called me y'know."

"It's okay. Bucky came to help. Besides," you gave Bucky a side glance, "he owes me."

"Zip it, doll."

You laughed, looking at Steve. "Aren't you supposed to be at your family gathering?" you asked, practically shooing Steve away, not wanting him to see Bucky making drinks behind the counter.

"Yeah, well I thought -- "

"Go, Steve. We're basically finished." You stood up and walked Steve out the door. Bucky yelled a simple goodbye as we walked.

"So," Steve whispered once we were at the door, "are you two..."

You gave him a look of disbelief. "What? No, no, no, no, no. We're not. We just met."

"That's what they all say."

"Rogers." You grunted as you opened the door. "Go."

"Wow, so eager to get me out of here. Are you gonna have sex on the floor?"

"Steve!"

"Please, don't have sex on the floor."

"No, we won't. Now go."

Steve laughed as he walked up the steps and hailed for a cab. "You say that now, Aria. Just remember to clean up afterwards."

[sensei-aishitemasu]

2020 Black-Owned Gift Guide!

2020 Black-Owned Gift Guide!

It’s that time again! Our SIXTH ANNUAL BLACK-OWNED GIFT GUIDE IS HERE!!!! This Black Friday, try and support a Black-owned business for all your gift-giving needs. For last years gift guide, click here. For the 2018 gift guide, click here. For the 2017 gift guide, click here. For the 2016 gift guide, click here. For the 2015 gift guide, click here.

Similar to previous lists, I kept every individual item listed under $100! Click on the links to be taken to the websites in order to peruse more yourselves: all businesses listed are Black-owned, and many are run by Black women, Black Americans specifically, manufactured here in the United States, and/or sustainably and ethically sourced with philanthropic causes attached to sales! Check them out. 

In addition, this year there are THREE NEW CATEGORIES! Check out items for the ‘Goth/Kawaii,’ for your ‘Activist Bae,’ and for the ‘Esoteric’ down below.

[As always, this guide has been split into categories to make it easier to get through, but feel free to mix and match for the person in your life that fits all of (or none of!) these categories!]

For the Homebody:

Lettie Gooch Small Safety Matches, $18 Lettie Gooch Amber & Moss Soy Candle, $20 Lettie Gooch White Concrete White Tea & Ginger Candle, $28 Lettie Gooch Planetarium Throw Blanket, $68 Lettie Gooch Soleil Throw Blanket, $68

Debra Cartwright ‘Bike’ Watercolor Print, $38 Debra Cartwright ‘Aura’ Watercolor Print, $87 Debra Cartwright ‘Astro Millennial Ladies in Quarantine’ Coloring Book, $5

Harlem Candle Company ‘Brownstone’ Luxury Candle, $45 Harlem Candle Company ‘Lenox’ Luxury Room Spray, $30 Harlem Candle Company ‘Langston’ Luxury Room Spray, $30

Jungalow Genie Vase, $89 Jungalow Handwoven Peach Planter, $49 Jungalow Azul Face Pillow by Justina Blakeney X Loloi, $89 Jungalow Soft Mint Pillow, $89 Jungalow Aja Wallpaper in Green by Justina Blakeney, $5 (per sheet) Jungalow Tigris Wallpaper in Onyx by Justina Blakeney, $5 (per sheet) Jungalow Cream Looped Wool Rug, $99.00 Jungalow Silvia Teal & Berry Rug by Justina Blakeney X Loloi, $69.00 Jungalow Striped Orange Outdoor Rug, $59.00 Jungalow Reindeer Games Hook Pillow by Justina Blakeney, $60.00 Jungalow Peace Vase by Justina Blakeney, $68.00 

Kashmir Viii ‘S is for Soul’ Print, $35-$45 

Galerie LA Rooted Incense Holder, $45

Duchess365 358 Art Print, $23.99 

Jeff Manning Art ‘Aplomb’ Art Print, $45 Jeff Manning Art ‘Pacific’ Art Print, $30

Kicky Mats ‘Get Naked’ Bath Mat, $30 Kicky Mats ‘Did You Wash Your Hands?’ Doormat, $50 Kicky Mats ‘Go Away, Come Back With Wine’ Doormat, $50 Kicky Mats ‘Did You Call First?’ Doormat, $50

228 Grant Street Candle Co. Tobacco + Patchouli Gold Travel Tin, $11 228 Grant Street Candle Co. Wild Blackberry + Absinthe Amber Jar, $21 228 Grant Street Candle Co. Oakmoss + Amber Apothecary Jar, $32

Shea Makery Strawberry Cheesecake Signature Candle, $40 Shea Makery Cinna-Bowl Signature Candle, $40

The Silver Room Cider and Cedar Leaf Candle, $34 The Silver Room Rose Water & Tea Leaves Diffuser, $28 The Silver Room Minnie Ripperton - Les Fleur Vinyl, $26

Rituals + Ceremony Anonomy Sculptures, $79 Rituals + Ceremony USB Travel Ultrasonic Essential Oil Diffuser, $25

Handcrafted Ceramic Watering Cans, $64

Fill More Waste Less Natural Loofah Sponge, $2.50 Fill More Waste Less Food Huggers, $12. 99 

Ment Nelson Backwoods Baptism Print, $50 Ment Nelson Old Sheldon Print, $40

Quarantine Games!

Trading Races, $19.99

Winsults, $25

Cards For All People - Black Card Revoked (First Edition), $17.99

Trap Wars - The Urban Game Night Experience, $22.99

Lyrically Correct 90's & 2000's Hip Hop/R&B Edition, $24.99

Black Wall Street - The Black History Board Game, $49.99

Pull Your Card Music Trivia: Hip Hop Edition, $14.99

Spill It Card Game, $23

'Verified' A Party Game for Social Media Lovers (Original Edition), $19.99

For the Foodie:

Kashmir Viii ‘The Black Power’ Mixtape Coasters, $40 Kashmir Viii ‘Reclaim It’ Mug, $16 Kashmir Viii ‘I Slay.’ Clutch, $45 

Galerie LA Peak and Valley Balance Blend, $30 

‘The Cooking Gene,’ by Michael W. Twitty, $28.99 

‘From Crook to Cook: Platinum Recipes From the Boss Dog’s Kitchen’ by Snoop Dogg, $24.95 

Essie Spice Signature Sauce Collection, $42 

‘Your Guide to Tasteful Manners’ with Love Cork Screw, $19.95 

‘Deliciously Vegan’ Cookbook by The Chic Natural, $28.95 

EAT Apron, $30

Midnight Reflections Crowned White Ceramic Mug, $19.99

The Spice Suite Utensils + Oven Mitts, $50 The Spice Suite ‘The Little Black Spice Book’ (E-book), $30

Rituals + Ceremony Circle Mug, $40 Rituals + Ceremony Agate 6pc Plate Set, $24

Blk + Grn Stainless Steel Tea Ball Infuser, $4

Fill More Waste Less Reusable Tea Strainer, $14.99

Good Thoughts Tea Co. Tea Spoon Set, $12

KazvareMadeIt Personalised Alphabet Mug Tile Print, $20.99 KazvareMadeIt Banananana Cushion, $55.80

Addie Rawr ‘Addie's Cocktail Collection’ (Cards & Prints), $3.75

For the Beauty Guru:

Lettie Gooch Blends Perfume: Earth, $30 Lettie Gooch Bloom Perfume Blend No. 586, $48 

Galerie LA Hand Sanitizer, $10 Galerie LA Cream Cleanser, $16 Galerie LA Citrine Sea Tropical Exfoliator, $18 Galerie LA Botanica Rose Roller, $14 Galerie LA Botanica Lavender Roller, $14 Galerie LA Aurora Superfood Elixer (Face Serum), $27 Galerie LA Jade Eye Mask, $44 Galerie LA Rose Quartz Facial Roller, $28.00 

Shea Makery Scar Healing Serum, $23 Shea Makery Cinnamon Bun Body Butter, $25 Shea Makery Glazed Donut Body Butter, $25 Shea Makery Milk + Honey + Syrup Bubble Bath, $22 Shea Makery Honeycomb Bath Set, $16

The Lip Bar Cheek and Eye Palette, $15  The Lip Bar ‘Goddess’ Lipgloss, $14 The Lip Bar ‘Bawse Lady’ Liquid Matte Lipstick, $13  The Lip Bar ‘4:00 Stuntin' Fast Face Kit,’ $99 The Lip Bar Limited Edition Easy Holiday Glam Collection, $25  The Lip Bar ‘Lip Bar Littles,’ $18.99 The Lip Bar Minimalist Lovers Bundle, $36

Auda B. Beauty Soy Polish Remover, $26 

Breukelen Polished ‘Paid and Full,’ $11 Breukelen Polished ‘Get Me Right’ Treatment Set, $25

Beauty Bakerie ‘Milk & Honey’ Highlighting Brush, $18 Beauty Bakerie ‘Coffee and Cocoa’ Bronzer Palette, $38 Beauty Bakerie ‘Black Egg-cellence’ Beauty Sponges, $18  Beauty Bakerie ‘Sugar Cookies’ Palette, $28 Beauty Bakerie ‘The Butter’ Hydrasilk Primer, $24

Mented Mini Brush Trio, $10 Mented Everyday Eyeshadow Palette, $28 Mented Brush Collection, $45 Mented Holiday Faves Trio, $50

Blac Minerals Highlight Bundle, $32 

Danessa Myricks Beauty Oil, $30  Danessa Myricks Waterproof Cream Palettes, $36 Danessa Myricks Luxe Cream Palettes ‘The Nudist,’ $44

Pear Nova ‘Holiday Essentials’ Nail Set, $90 

Habit Cosmetics Nail Polish in Voodoo, $18  Habit Cosmetics Nail Polish in Midnight Cowboy, $18 Habit Cosmetics Nail Polish in Black Orpheus, $18 Habit Cosmetics Nail Polish in Scarab, $18

Hunny Bunny Cuticle Cream, $4.50 Hunny Bunny Grapefruit Sugar Scrub, $20

Taupe Coat in Good Fortune, $11

More Brands To Try:

People of Color Beauty

Mischo Beauty

Suite Eleven

Brown Butter Beauty

Beija Flor Naturals

Plain Jane Beauty

Ancient Cosmetics

Hue Noir

Lotus Moon Skincare

For the Fashion Conscious:

Merit ‘Fate’ Bucket Hat, $20

Chris Cardi Signature TwistDYE Tee, $33

Lettie Gooch Black Mineral Washed Jacquard Leggings, $68 Lettie Gooch ‘Smiling On The Inside’ Mask, $28

Kashmir Viii Face Masks, $16 Kashmir Viii ‘Around The Way Girl’ Clutch, $45-$60

Galerie LA Hemp Tie Button Down Sage, $90 Galerie LA Gratia Jumpsuit Tumeric, $100 Galerie LA Red Zipper Wallet, $45 Galerie LA Dopp Kitt (Makeup Bag) in Navy, $40 Galerie LA Lunar Star Earrings, $100 Galerie LA Meria Sunglasses Coral Pink, $75 Galerie LA Oda Ring, $45 Galerie LA Sabbath Cocoon Tunic, $85

Tree Fairfax Keychain, $22.50 Tree Fairfax Lois Belt, $45

LoveCortnie Polka Dot Leather Key Chain Clasps, $15 LoveCortnie Small Leather Tassel, $17 LoveCortnie ‘Color Me’ Coin Purse, $30 LoveCortnie Envelope Card Holder (Black & White), $32

Rue 107 ‘Toni’ Bikini in XOXO Print, $98 Rue 107 Signature Pencil Skirt in XOXO Print, $68 Rue 107 Tied Cropped Tank in XOXO Print, $48 Rue 107 Tied Cropped Tank in Vintage Rose Print, $48 Rue 107 Signature Pencil Skirt in Vintage Rose Print, $68

Grant Blvd ‘Sustainable Shit Only’ Fanny Pack, $26

Ebony and Green Mindfulness Earrings, $10

For the Bookworm:

‘Daymares’ by Kenya Moss-Dyme, $12.99

‘Hood Feminism’ by Mikki Kendall, $26

‘The Source of Self-Regard’ by Toni Morrison, $28.95

‘Tar Baby’ by Toni Morrison, $15

‘The Beautiful Ones’ by Prince, $30

‘In Her Hands: The Story of Sculptor Augusta Savage’ by Alan Schroeder, $12.95

‘The Street: A Novel’ by Ann Petry, $15.99

‘Chasing Down a Dream: A Blessings Novel’ by Beverly Jenkins, $14.99

‘Rebel (Women Who Dare)’ by Beverly Jenkins, $5.98

‘Night Song’ by Beverly Jenkins, $8.99

‘Tempest’ by Beverly Jenkins, $5.98

‘Our Black Year: One Family's Quest to Buy Black in America's Racially Divided Economy’ by Maggie Anderson, $17

Rayo and Honey ‘Books Change Your Mind’ Pennant, $75

Jungalow Face Bookend Vase by Justina Blakeney, $98

Midnight Reflections Black Nerd Tote Bag, $18.99

Addie Rawr Book Club Dolls Stickers (Die Cut Stickers), $9.50

For the Kids:

Jungalow Leela Terracotta Rug by Justina Blakeney X Loloi, $89.00 Jungalow Pink Looped Wool Rug, $99.00

Galerie LA Kids Face Mask, $25

Duchess365 237 Canvas Print, $98.99 Duchess365 231 Tote Bag, $24.99 Duchess365 279 Art Print, $23.99 Duchess365 241 Framed Art Print, $47.99

Shea Makery PB & J Soap, $10 Shea Makery ‘Save A Life’ Mini Assorted Hand Soaps (Set of 12), $5

Little Leaders: Bold Women in Black History, $16.99

‘Clean Getaway’ by Nic Stone, $16.99

‘Bee Fearless: Dream Like a Kid’ by Mikaela Ulmer, $16.19

ABC Me Flashcards, $20

IkdKids Rag Doll, $40

KaAn’s ‘Living The Dream’ Denim Jacket, $40

Yinibini Baby Badminton Playing Octopus Tee, $23 Yinibini Baby Fox Pullover Sweatshirt Jogger Set, $41 Yinibini Baby ROAR Lion Hooded Pullover, $45 Yinibini Narwhal Toy, $28

For the Masculine:

ALWD Signature DC PROPER Sweatshirt, $40

Chris Cardi ‘Bastards’ Tee, $30.03

Merit Flannel Shirt (Green), $65

Kashmir Viii ‘Everybody Eats, B,’ Tee, $45 Kashmir Viii ‘The Knockout’ Tee, $45

Galerie LA ‘Mister’ T-Shirt, $45

Jeff Manning Art ‘Overflow’ Art Print, $30 Jeff Manning Art ‘The Golden Age’ Art Print, $45 Jeff Manning Art ‘Overflowed Emotions’ Art Print, $50

Levi Fisher Beard Bundle, $39.99

Scotch Porter Face Care Collection, $28.99 Scotch Porter Journal, $9.99

Shea Makery Beard Oil, $15

Enbois Matte Lava Rock Bracelet, $40 Enbois Benji Matte Sunglasses, $45 Enbois Bracelets Collection - Cocoa, $50

The Silver Room Tourer Backpack, $95

Urban Profile Black Panther Shirt, $24.99

Solo Noir Starter Kit, $28.99

Bevel Shave Starter Bundle, $89.95 Bevel Skin Starter Set, $61.95

For the Tech Savvy:

Enbois iPhone Case, $12 Enbois Power Bank, $15 Enbois Grip Socket, $4

Chic Geeks Brown Faux Crocodile iPad Case, $75 Chic Geeks Brown Snakeskin iPad Case, $75 Chic Geeks Emerald Faux Crocodile iPhone Case, $50 Chic Geeks Grey Marble MacBook Case, $80 Chic Geeks Black Faux Crocodile iPad Case, $75

Khristian A. Howell Cava Melon Sleek and Chic Phone Case, $39.99 Khristian A. Howell Cava Black Sleek and Chic Phone Case, $39.99

NSPRE ‘Inferno’ Bluetooth Sunglasses, $71.99 NSPRE Micro SD Card (128GB), $21.98 NSPRE ‘The Ombres’ Bluetooth Audio Sunglasses, $59.99  NSPRE ‘The Solars’ Bluetooth BlueTech Glasses, $59.99

For the Goth/Kawaii:

VickiBeWicked Vinyl Sticker Heart Drippy Mushroom, Laptop Decal, $4 VickiBeWicked Rainbow Unicorn, Black Girl Magic Laptop Sleeve, $30.99 VickiBeWicked AfroGirls Masked Up Laptop Sleeve, $30.99 VickiBeWicked Pastel Horn Face Resin Keychain, $12.99 VickiBeWicked Red and White Splatter Skull Dangle Earrings, $7.50

Kashmir Viii ‘The KeKe’ Print, $35-$60

Adorned by Chi ‘Goth Club Presidenct’ Unisex Raglan T-Shirt, $34.99 Adorned by Chi ‘Pro Black’ Unisex Raglan T-Shirt, $34.99 Adorned by Chi ‘Pretty Girls Like Anime’ T-Shirt, $32.99 Adorned by Chi ‘Awkward’ Iron-On Patch, $11.99 Adorned by Chi ‘I Need My Space’ Hard Enamel Pin, $12.99

The Colour Polka Dot iPhone XS ‘Creepy Cute’ Rainbow Phone Case, $40 The Colour Polka Dot ‘Creepy Cute’ Spoopy Ornaments, $12 The Colour Polka Dot ‘Kawaii Cute’ Face Mask Case, $16

Embrii Shop Blush Pink Laptop Sleeve, $36

Gothic Lamb Anti Social Goth Club Tee, $28 Gothic Lamb ‘FedUp’ Tee, $24 Gothic Lamb ‘Make America Goth Again’ Tee, $28 Gothic Lamb ‘Melanin Manson’ Tee, $24

For the Esoteric:

Behati Life Third Eye Vision And Prophetic Dreams Intention Oil, $22 Behati Life New Moon Bath Soak Herbal Mix, $22 Behati Life Lunar Goddess Moon Magick Intention Oil, $22

Lettie Gooch Ecuadorian Palo Santo Quartz Crystal Bundle, $18

Jungalow Chaya Wallpaper in Amethyst by Justina Blakeney, $5

The Silver Room White Sage Bundle, $6

Grandma Baby's Black Gold Lenormand Tarot Deck, $44

Pretty Spirits ‘The Truth’ Decks, $50

The Afro Tarot, $88

The Hoodoo Tarot: 78-Card Deck and Book for Rootworkers by Tayannah Lee McQuillar, $18.66

‘Rootwork: Using the Folk Magick of Black America for Love, Money and Success’ by Tayannah Lee McQuillar, $11.99

Rituals + Ceremony Palo Santo Pack, $7 Rituals + Ceremony Empowered Vibes Ceramic Incense Holder, $10 Rituals + Ceremony Adinkra Intention Candles, $23 Rituals + Ceremony Cleanse and Protect Ritual Kit, $34 Rituals + Ceremony Crystal Candles, $22 Rituals + Ceremony Crystal Bliss: Attract Love, Feed Your Spirit, Manifest Your Dreams Book, $14.99

Ebony and Green Raw Clear Quartz Earrings, $15

For Your Activist Bae:

Kashmir Viii ‘Kash’s Bacon Shack’ Clutch, $45 Kashmir Viii ‘Copy and Paste’ Tee, $45 Kasmir Viii ‘We Did It First’ Stickers, $5.25-$20 Kashmir Viii ‘Reclaim It’ Clock, $45 Kashmir Viii ‘The Black Family’ Tee, $45

Jeff Manning Art ‘MLK’ Art Print, $35 Jeff Manning Art ‘We Shall Prevail’ Art Print, $45

‘The Spook Who Sat By The Door’ by Sam Greenlee, $21.99 ‘The Black Panthers Speak,’ $20 The Black Power Mixtape: 1967-1975, $22.95 A Beautiful Ghetto by Devin Allen, $26.95 ‘Are Prisons Obsolete?’ by Angela Davis, $15.95

Angela Davis T-Shirt, $25

Legendary Rootz ‘Black Girls Are The Purest Form of Art’ Tee, $25

Alex Carter ‘BLACK BUSINESS OWNERSHIP’ Tee, $50

Rayo and Honey ‘Much To Be Done & Undone’ Pennant, $75 Rayo and Honey ‘Black Lives Matter’ Pennant, $75 Rayo and Honey ‘Joy Is An Act Of Resistance’ Tote Bag, $65

‘They Carried Us: The Social Impact of Philadelphia’s Black Women Leaders’ by Allener M. Baker-Rogers & Fasaha M. Traylor, $ 28.99

Midnight Reflections Black Radical Woman Tank, $25.00

The Colour Polka Dot ‘Fuck Racism’ Resin Heart Keychain, $8

Rituals + Ceremony Be The Change Scented Candle, $24

Grant Blvd ‘Disrupter’ Tee, $30 Grant Blvd ‘End Cash Bail’ Hoodie, $54 

Cards, Notebooks and Wrapping Paper + Holiday Ornaments:

VickiBeWicked ‘Skull Santa’ and Candy Cane Greeting Cards, $2

Harlem Candle Company Set of 10 Vintage Nightclub Greeting Cards, $30

Kashmir Viii ‘Nina En Printemps’ (Nina Simone) Notebook, $14 Kashmir Viii ‘Boo Yow!’ Notebook, $14

Midnight Reflections Wrapping Paper 3-pack, $26.97

Midnight Reflections Claus Ceramic Ornaments, $15.99

Midnight Reflections Emoji Black Santa Christmas Stockings, $24.99

Bylianarae Note Cards, $15

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[fishyspots]

i have a lot of feelings about David in skirts so if you’re still taking prompts: the first time david feels confident enough to wear a skirt on date night with Patrick

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“We’ve been doing this for a while now,” Patrick says. “And I want to celebrate.”

It’s surprising because it’s not surprising. They have been doing this for a while. They still haven’t put a name to it, this thing they’re doing, but it’s been three entire months and Patrick hasn’t shown any signs of wanting to stop being his...Patrick. And David’s been looking.

“You want to celebrate.” David does all he can to keep the want out of his voice. “It’s not even one of those monthly things, because you just gave me that chocolate last week.”

“Aw, you did want me to wine and dine you a little bit for our anniversary.”

David fiddles with the ripped denim around his thigh. It’s not what he wanted to wear today. He’d considered an asymmetrical McQueen skirt and then wrinkled his nose and set it down carefully, going for these jeans instead. They’re an old standby, and he knows Patrick likes the way he looks in them.

But it’s not—that. That’s not why he chose them.

Even though he’s not wearing them for Patrick, his...Patrick still proved him right within seconds when he walked into the store this morning, all wandering hands and red-tinged cheeks when Twyla popped in for some more of that peanut brittle they’re trying out and caught them having a decidedly PG-13 moment.

“I have to go home and change first,” David’s mouth says before his brain can put up a decent fight.

“You’re right.” Patrick nods. David can sense that teasing is coming, and he smiles in anticipation. What is happening to him. “You did carry in all those cases of juice and body milk earlier. And you moved that table all by yourself because I was definitely the one who said I was potentially getting a blister maybe. Oh, wait.”

David grabs Patrick’s wrist before he can dramatically point at himself. “I did other things,” he protests. “My things were less likely to make me all smelly, but still.”

“Are you saying I’m all smelly?”

“I didn’t want you to find out this way,” David says airily.

“Fine. An hour after we close?”

David nods and starts mentally sorting through his sweaters.

After David sweeps up (“David, if you’re about to change, you can get a little dusty.” “First of all, you’re about to change, too.”) and Patrick counts down the till, when he’s back at the motel, David smooths a hand down the black pleats. It’s soft, light. He thinks the skirt might say what he wants to communicate—question and declaration all rolled into one.

Because if—when, god, he’s not a person that can say if about this—when this ends, he knows he’s going to spend too long working through all of their interactions backward.

It’s happened before. He ran up a phone bill that was impressive even for his pre-Creek self texting Alexis internationally about Sebastien, the plot intricacies of Bridget Jones, where the line between an open relationship and cheating is, and, fine, a definitive ranking of all flavored Auntie Anne’s pretzels and their respective dipping sauces that one time.

But if—when, when this ends. He doesn’t think it’ll be about this. And if it is, then. Maybe it’s...good? To know. Because unlike his reticence about open relationships and categorical inability to keep his mouth shut, he would rather know about this. If it’s a hesitation. If Patrick has a hesitation about this.

He slides the fabric over his hips and smooths down the front of his sweater. Patrick will be here any minute.

David slides into the booth after a surprisingly long drive. Patrick’s been exceptionally tight-lipped about where they’re going and what the menu is like and whether the dessert is any good, and David’s trying to toe the line between endearingly interested and nitpicky. It’s a fine line.

Patrick pushes at David’s shoulder. “Scoot.”

David does; it only occurs to him to question the request once Patrick’s side is pressed into his own. “What are you—hi.”

“Hi. Come here often?” Patrick slides a hand up David’s back and presses at one of the many persistent knots at the base of his neck. Thriving professionally does not come without its costs.

“First time, actually.” David’s surprised there’s a half-decent restaurant in the greater Elms that he hasn’t tried. He hopes it’s half-decent, at least. “Where did you find this place?”

“Marie, the woman who does those wines, said she’s letting them carry her product here.” Patrick’s hand is a brand tracing down his spine and around to—his skirt. “And I know you trust her taste.”

“She actually uses the toner we sell. Of course I trust her taste.”

“A convincing argument.” Patrick taps at David’s kneecap, then lets his hand rest against it. The touch is both soothing and electric. David isn’t really sure what to do with it.

“Haven’t seen these in a while,” Patrick says. 

“A while?” David leans back to catch Patrick’s eye. “When have you ever seen my knees?”

At Patrick’s slow once-over, starting at his knees and following the lines of his body as they curve and bend up his chest to his neck and then to meet his eyes again, David swallows and amends his question. “When have you ever seen my knees in mixed company?”

“Less often than I’d like,” Patrick says. “You look—”

Different, David fills in. Unexpected. Funky, if he’s misjudged Patrick fundamentally as a person. It’s happened before.

Patrick dips his forehead into David’s neck and burrows in. He does this sometimes, pushing like he would burrow inside David if he could. He mumbles something into David’s skin.

“What’s that?” David asks. Context clues are favorable, but he’s the first to admit that he’s not especially good at reading people. Okay, maybe he’s the second. Alexis jumps at the chance to point out his flaws usually.

“It’s—if I say lovely, are you going to roll your eyes at me?” Patrick actually seems worried that his word choice will do anything but make David melt, which—how?

“That’s…” David blinks. Hard, really hard, like there’s something like a branch or one of those twig pencils in his eye. “I’m not rolling my eyes.”

“You’re not,” Patrick muses. He runs a thumb over David’s eyebrow, which is so unsettlingly intimate in its total innocence and the matter-of-fact way Patrick moves to do it. He makes it look so easy.

“Hi,” their server pops up and prevents them from doing anything else that they really need privacy for. And David’s got more than a few ideas. “Just here to light your candle and take your drink orders.”

David asks for a water and tilts his head as the server holds up a lighter to the already blackened wick. “Really a lot to not even trim the wick,” he says after the server is out of earshot.

“I’ll trim your wick,” Patrick says. Then he winces. “That’s—”

“How would that even—”

“I didn’t think it through,” Patrick acknowledges. He nudges the tiny red tealight holder closer to David.

The wick is smoking and sputtering, and David doesn’t want to smell like a campfire so he pushes it back.

“Hey,” Patrick protests. “I want—it’s dark in here. And I like to see you.” His hand drifts down again and fiddles with the hem of David’s skirt.

David crosses one knee over the other and hides a smile behind his menu. He won’t be able to twist or push or slip this one out of sight. “Fine,” David says. “But like hell will I let you trim my wick.”

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Damned Royalty (Chapter 4)

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Chapter 4

You stepped out of the club and Jimin was right behind you.

“My car is ready,” he said, but you ignored him and turned right and started walking down the street. He was stunned for a moment, but then waved his driver off and in a few long strides caught up to you.

“Where are we going?” he asked.

“I’m hungry. Someone called me during my lunch break, so I didn’t get to eat,” you replied as you threw him a side eye.

Minutes later, you were seated on the patio of a small restaurant looking over the menu. Jimin looked the place over with a barely noticeable scowl across his face. This wasn’t the type of “luxury” he was used too.

“I was going to take you somewhere nice,” he said as he eyed the plastic tablecloths and dollar store candle holders.

“No need. This place is nice,” you replied, ignoring his pretentiousness and continuing to look over the menu. “What are you going to get.”

“I’m afraid to try the salmon.”

“Get it. Trust me. You’ll be safe.”

His lips formed a thin line, but in the end, he ordered a bowl of pasta instead. You decided on the salmon.

Some time later, you were overlooking two empty plates and a half-eaten basket of bread. You were stuffed.

“Can I get you two anything else?” the waiter asked as he cleared away the plates.

“A bottle of Chardonnay, please,” Jimin replied before you had the chance to say ‘no.’

“It’s Monday night.”

“I’ll give you tomorrow off if things get too crazy,” he winked. You bit down on your tongue to try to prevent yourself from another uncontrollable blush. God, why did he have this hold over you?

“It was good, right?” you redirected him back to the food.

“Yeah, actually. I’m surprised.”

“Great. Because I have good news for you.”

“What’s that?”

“The chef. He’s Cordon Bleu educated and he’s feeling… restless, let’s say with his current position.”

“You brought me here to talk about business?”

“Why else do you think I’m spending time with you?” you fired back. Jimin fiddled idly with his wine glass and shot you a crooked smirk. “Anyway, he’s looking for a new endeavour. Somewhere where the restaurant owner will give him a little more creative freedom. Something a little higher end. If you play your cards right, we might be able to head-hunt him and have him lead your new restaurant.”

“You’re persistent.”

“I told you, Jimin, I’m busy. I’m a business woman. I don’t have time for anything else.” His eyes flitted up and down you quickly, and he smirked again. It seemed he found everything you said to be somehow suggestive.

“Stop that,” you sighed.

“Stop what?”

“You know what. This is just business, Jimin. Nothing else.”

“I don’t want it to be just business between us.”

“Why? You hardly know me.”

“Then tell me about yourself,” he leaned in across the table. You unconsciously sat back in your chair, as if he was getting to close to you. “We should get to know each other regardless.”

“Why did you send me flowers?”

“Because I’m courting you.”

“Ha!” you scoffed. “Courting? You have a funny way of doing that.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, one minute you’re sending me flowers, and the next minute I have to wait outside your door while you have sex with someone else,” you didn’t mean to get heated, but you felt your face get hot as you confronted him.

“So, you were jealous,” he laughed.

“I’m not jealous.”

“It’s okay, princess. I want you to be. Now you know how I felt when you left with that guy on Friday.”

“That guy is my boyfriend, Jimin.”

“Just the same. I didn’t like seeing your tongue down his throat.”

You went quiet. You didn’t know how to compete with what Jimin was saying. He was shamelessly wanting for you, to the point you couldn’t even pretend as if you didn’t notice. Luckily for you, the waiter returned with the bottle of Chardonnay, and despite it being a Monday night, you decided a couple glasses was the best way to take off the edge.

“Can we please talk about something else?” you sneered.

“I want to know what you do for fun.”

“I work. I like work. I’m boring like that.”

“I like working too, but there has to be something else you do.”

“Well, what do you do?”

“Sex.”

“Besides that.”

“I’ll show you once we’re done here.”

You looked at your watch. It was nearly ten o’clock.

“I don’t know, Jimin. It’s late.”

“I’ll be sure to pay you back for your time. Aren’t you the least bit curious anyway?”

Despite trying to stave off Jimin’s advances, a big part of you didn’t want to leave – leave him. He was just so captivating. “Fine,” you said curtly, pretending as if you weren’t all that interested.

“Then let’s go,” he suddenly pulled out his wallet and stood up. He dropped an obscene amount of money on the table then reached down and grabbed your hand. You tried to shake him off, but he had a tight grip on you, and you soon found yourself being pulled by him out of the patio and back down the street.

A couple blocks and you pulled up to a hole in the wall type place. You were a bit surprised. You didn’t know what to expect, but given Jimin’s aura of luxury, you expected to be dragged to some sort of gold trimmed, champagne pouring establishment of sorts. Instead, you crossed the threshold of the stained and battered doorway and found yourself in what resembled a game room for adults. Or a bar? Perhaps both. You weren’t quite sure. Jimin led you across the sticky floor to the back of the room, where he pulled back a curtain an revealed a litter of people seated around a card table.

“Jimin!” several of the men and women greeted you. Jimin smiled – the first time you think you saw him really smile – back at the group.

These must be his friends, you thought. Again, you were a bit surprised. They weren’t a debonair bunch like you had expected. Whereas some were clearly straight from the office as their undone ties and suit jackets described, a few others wore beer case shirts and worn out denim.

“Everyone, I’d like you to meet Y/N,” he nodded to you. You realized then that you were still holding his hand. You quickly let it go, now embarrassed to be doing so in front of a bunch of strangers. The room greeted you warmly, then one of the women pulled up a chair beside her.

“Come. Sit here,” she patted the seat, ushering you over to her. You did, leaving Jimin to pull up a seat across the table from you. He pulled his jacket off his shoulders then began loosening his tie and cuffs. A waiter sauntered over to him and Jimin whispered something to him. A few moments later, two aviations arrived – one for yourself and one for him.

“Looks like I might be calling in sick tomorrow,” you quipped, and the room chuckled. “So, what are we playing?”

“Holdem,” a rather burly man sitting to your right informed you.

“Do you play?” Jimin asked as he rolled up his sleeves.

Your inner consciousness smirked deviously. You didn’t know these people, and they didn’t know you. Therefore, they didn’t know your skill level.

“Oh. Just a little bit,” you lied.

“Don’t worry, princess. I’ll help you. The first thing you need to know is that it’s not important what your cards are. The key is knowing how to read people.”

“And I take it you see yourself as an expert?” you mocked him.

“You see that chalkboard over there?” You looked to where he was pointing. At the top was written his name and beside it, was a number. $205,839,454. “You’re looking at the long-standing champion.”

“It’s because he cheats,” piped up another man. “And everyone is afraid to cross him.”

“Gord is just jealous because I took his Ferrari last weekend.”

“Oh? I thought we played for money?” you questioned.

“We play for whatever you want to play for, babe,” Jimin winked. “Just tell me what you want from me?”

You thought for a long moment. What could you ask him for? What could you possibly want from a man like Jimin that he would be willing to bet?

“If I win, I want you to give Gord’s Ferrari back.”

“Oooo,” the table collectively awed. Jimin’s smirk returned, a certain level of arrogance behind it.

“Done. And if I win, you and I get to take her for a little ride.” Your insides jolted at the implication. Surely a quiet, country road trip wasn’t what Park Jimin had in mind. Nonetheless, with a flirtatious wink of your own, you agreed.

“Done.”

“Alright, then. Deal ‘em up,” Jimin gestured to the dealer.

 

Hours later, the table of nine was reduced to just two… you and Jimin. Your chips evenly matched, you could tell the table was more than impressed by your “beginners luck” as they so called it. Jimin didn’t waiver. In fact, if anything he seemed more confident than ever. He played mindlessly with his stack of chips as his eyes stared into you, a grin still threatening his lips. You remained as stoic as possible. Your arms crossed in front of your chest as you stared him back, save for the moments when you sipped on your third martini. You were waiting patiently for Jimin to make his next move, and he was doing his best to wear you down and get you to reveal something.

“Your tits look fucking great, by the way,” he finally said. Perhaps under any other circumstance, you would have scolded him – but so many drinks in and a lot of fun later, you decided instead to lean forward, resting your elbow on the table and let Jimin get a good, long view of what lay down your shirt. You smiled a devious smile back at him as you did, and he shamelessly let his eyes wander beyond the cotton neckline. “What have you got there, princess?”

“You’ll have to pay up to find out, Mr. Park.” His eyes flashed back up to yours. He knew you were calling him that to try to get to him. He seemed to either love it or hate it. Either way you didn’t care.

“I’m all in,” he said as he flipped his hand over, revealing a full house, Queens and Jacks.

The table awed again, and Gord brushed his hands through his hair in frustration.

“Oh,” you contorted your lips in a bitter defeat. But then, your lips curved into a wicked grin and you looked back up to Jimin. “Mr. Park,” you put on your best patronizing tone. “You have a really, really good hand.”

Jimin’s eyes widened as he realized what was happening. The room around you fell silent.

“But…” you flipped your hand onto the table. “I’m afraid that it’s just not good enough.”

“Ahhh!” the room erupted into a cheer. There lay, four of a kind, aces high, your winning hand of poker.

“You see, Jimin,” you stood up from your seat and began raking in all his chips to your side of the table. “It’s about reading people,” you smiled triumphantly. Jimin rubbed the back of his neck and threw his head back. He smiled in defeat as his friends began rubbing his shoulders and teasing him about his loss. An elated Doug twiddled his fingers in a “gimme gimme” motion in front of Jimin’s face. Eventually, Jimin pulled out of his pocket the keys to – presumably – the Ferrari.

“I didn’t even get to drive it,” he lamented as he did.

 

After the room cleared, and most of Jimin’s friends left the bar, Jimin led you back into the main game room, which had quieted down dramatically. You checked your watch again; it was nearly one in the morning.

“I should call a cab,” you said haphazardly.

“Not yet.”

“Seriously, I need to work tomorrow.”

“One more game. Your choice. Then I’ll have my driver take you home.”

“I don’t know, Ji…”

“I promise. Just one more. You and me.”

You sighed, but you found yourself looking across the room regardless until your eyes landed on an empty pool table.

“One round,” you said as you nodded to the table. Jimin placed his hand to the small of your back and guided you across the floor towards the table.

The game, overall, was a lot of fun. Perhaps it was the fifth martini that had you loosened up and feeling less inhibited, but you were starting to really enjoy your conversation with Jimin. Turns out, sex and tormenting you weren’t the only things he enjoyed doing. He apparently was a fantastic cook – or so he alleged – which was part of why he wanted to start a restaurant of his own. He also was a collector of fine art and had an impressive assemblage which he promised he’d show you the next time you met up “for business.”

Perhaps it was the way he watched you all night. Perhaps it was the way he prodded you. Perhaps it was his errant touches, to your arm, your back, your hip as he brushed by you at the table – but by the near end of the game, he had you wound so tightly around his finger you were sure that your panties were damp and that you had told him the entirety of your life. He had somehow pulled from you more than you shared with acquaintances and friends. But you didn’t regret it. You rationalized you needed to tell him, you needed to play with him, you needed to let him touch you.

“Final shot,” Jimin’s voice broke you from your tipsy thoughts. You looked down to the table. He had only the eight-ball left to sink, but, fortunately for you, it was well hidden by your last stripe.

“Call the pocket,” you said.

“Top-right,” he replied.

“No way,” you scoffed. It was a near impossible shot.

“You don’t think I can do it, princess?”

“You’re good, Park, but you’re not that good.”

“Why don’t we raise the stakes then?” he stepped towards you and got in your space. You didn’t step away though this time. You had become too accustomed to his ways, and to be honest, you kind of liked it. Instead, you smirked back up at him as you took a sip of your drink.

“What did you have in mind?”

“If I win this game, I get you. One night. Naked. Blindfolded, and tied to my bed while my tongues between your thighs.”

You almost spit out your drink. You weren’t sure if it was the boldness of his gesture or the image that flashed in your mind when he said it.

“I was more thinking that the loser buys the next round,” you replied.

He laughed.

“C’mon. If you’re so confident that I can’t make it, then it doesn’t matter what I want.”

You should have said “no.” But you didn’t. You should have cancelled the bet – but you didn’t do that either. Instead, you scanned the table and the placement of the ball, turned to him and said, “Fine.” Jimin’s grin only widened in yet another display of arrogance.

He turned to the table and you watched him – your heart began to pound in your chest. Surely, he wouldn’t make the shot.

Snap, went the sound of the cue against resin. The cue ball jumped into the air and over your stripe. It dropped on the other side of the table, and, with a small curl, hit the eight-ball. You watched as it slowly rolled across the table and with a deafening clunk, landed square in the pocket. Your mouth fell open in shock and amazement.

“There you have it, princess.”

 

You swallowed hard as Jimin put his hand to your hip as he led you out of the bar. The feeling of his hands on you terrified you, but at the same time set your body ablaze.

I can’t do this, you thought to yourself. You thought about Jinhyun. You thought about your friends. Your father. You thought about who Jimin really was. There were so many reasons to not go through with it, not go through with the bet – but despite them, you kept walking.

Jimin led you out the back door of the bar which led to the alleyway. He must’ve called his driver because a car was waiting at the end of the corridor. You stepped into the night and Jimin took your hand, interlacing his fingers between yours, he walked you towards the car. Your head and your heart began to pound, your body began to burn, and your knees began to shake. As much as you wanted it, were you really going through with this?

“Jimin!” you stopped in your tracks. He stopped too and turned to find you wide eyed and panicked. “I… I can’t do this.”

Jimin exhaled, then stepped forward, closing the space between you. You looked up at him, afraid of what he might say next.

“I know, princess.”

“It’s just…”

“It’s because of him.”

You nodded. “It wouldn’t be right. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. Never apologize to me. You do as you want, regardless of what everyone else wants.”

“That’s the problem. I want to. I do. You know that,” you reached for the lapels of this suit, but dropped your hands before you could grab them and pull him in.

“Don’t worry, princess. One day you’ll want me to collect on our bet. When I do, I’ll make sure it was worthwhile.”

You smiled and chuckled softly. It was refreshing to be totally honest with someone – even if that someone was Jimin.

“Wow,” he whispered.

“What?”

“Just… when you smile. Really smile for me,” he put his hand over his chest. You couldn’t help but blush as your grin widened for him.

“Thank-you,” you looked up at him through your lashes.

“Let’s get you home,” he said as he took you by the hand once more and led you towards the car.

Once again, however, your heart began to pound uncomfortably, and your skin began to crawl. The night – this night – was over. But you didn’t want it to be.

“Jimin,” you called to him again. He turned to look at you and that’s when, flinging your arms around his neck, you crashed your lips against his and kissed him.

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