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HOW THEY FUCK YOU IN PUBLIC.
HOW JJK MEN FUCK YOU IN PUBLIC. (semi public.)
warnings: semi-public sex, public sex, unprotected sex, p in v, exhibitionism, fingering, blowjob, use of vibrators, jealousy, marking, edging, dacryphilia, degradation kink, praise kink. reblogs are appreciated:)
gojo satoru, geto suguru, nanami kento, toji fushiguro, megumi fushiguro, sukuna & yuuji itadori.
Gojo Satoru:
This man will make it obvious. Heâs not embarrassed, in fact, he would be aroused by it. Noticing people giving the both of you stares, them noticing the hickeys on your neck, the messy makeup, itâs too much for him. Makes him hard again.
And it would happen at the most random times.
Mostly because he gets jealous, this man gets jealous because of everything. He doesnât trust the other men around you. So thatâs why he likes to show whatâs his.
Heâs more of taking the both of you to the restroom and fuck rather than a vibrator. Oh, and he loves teasing your legs with his fingers near your entrance, your trembling voice, hot face, making his pants get tighter and tighter.
âYou like that. Don't you? Slut. Keep that pretty mouth of yours shut if you donât want other to know how good iâm fucking your pussy right now.â You couldnât contain your moans, not even covering your mouth helps. It was too much, he was too much.
âDonât tell me youâre into that? Of course youâre into that. You fucking whore. Iâll make sure for everyone to know how good you get fucked. This pussy is mine.â
Geto Suguru:
This man is elegant. Uses vibrators, and fucks you in public as a punishment. He might not seem like it, but I swear this man is a JEALOUS man. Loves hanging out with others, sitting at the table while youâre by his side, hands down the table, control in hand and shakily sound coming out of you.
He would have a box of vibrators with different sizes, colors, and levels, just for this time of occasion or whenever heâs in the mood to just fuck with you.
Because he loves that, not only because he gets yards seeing you angry at him, but because of how turned on he gets while reclaiming whatâs his.
Heâs discreet about it, but makes it clear for you to never disobey him or look in direction towards another man.
âAm I going to fast baby?â He says in your ear, in a slow seductive low voice. Friends talking in front of the both of you, like nothing is happening down the table. âAw, weâll thatâs so fucking sad for you, you decided to act like a big girl with other men, then take it like one.â He says while leveling up the vibrator, his hand resting on your thigh, looking happily at his friends and laughing at whatever they were talking about.
This was going to be a long day.
Nanami Kento:
Heâs not the kind to fuck in public.
Prefers doing it in private, having his time, and enjoying it.
But when you get a little bit too bratty for his liking, he would snicker his legs(shoes) down the table to your center. Slightly moving it through your panties and clit, touching it with the point part of his shoe.
Edging you for release, he would retreat his shoe just in time for you not to cum. Asking the waitress for some water.
But when you get a little bit TOO bratty for his PATIENCE, he wouldnât say a word. And thatâs how you know you fucked up. Wouldnât care if someone watched the both of you, he makes the two of you enter the restroom and fuck the soul out of you.
âYou fucking slut. Couldnât wait some hours to get fucked huh?â One of his arms wrapped around your waist, while his free hand rests on your neck. âAnd you need to have it right now. Like the fucking brat you are.â
Toji Fushiguro:
This man wouldnât care. Not even like Gojo, he would make it SO obvious it becomes uncomfortable for the people around you watching the both of you having⊠intimacy.
His fingers would roam around your skirt/dress, making it easier for him to touch you, and shamelessly get under it. Touching the wet patch forming on your center, chuckling to himself. He loves knowing he has this type of power over you.
He would finger you to the max, his arm visibly shaking so you could get some pleasure, all while maintaining a smile like heâs overstimulating your core.
âI want to fuck you so badly.â He says while rubbing your clit with his thumb. âToo bad your fucking my fingers right now. I would love to fuck you infront of all this people. Such a piece of art.â A specific curl of his finger was enough for you to reach your climax. Trying to moan the lowest as possible to not bring any more attention, would be in vain, because he would shamelessly get his fingers out and insert them inside his mouth to lick your liquids off.
Megumi Fushiguro:
Heâs not into it. Actually, you initiate it. By teasing him in public, touching him by âaccidentâ near his crotch. Showing a little bit more of your thigh to him, being all touchy.
But heâs a hard man to break, so you would get bored and annoyed easily. So thatâs why you try to make him jealous.
And he wonât show it, but inside heâs figuring his own shadows to not fucking take you right there and erase that smirk of yours.
Taking advantage of you being way too busy trying to claim his attention while flirting with Yuuji, he went near the both of you and placed his hand on the back of your waist. Plastering a small smile on his face.
Yuuji noticed in less than a second he was mad. His hand traveled down your figure to your ass, your eyes widening looking back at Yuuji who was as shocked as you.
He gave a small almost visible smack, which caught you by surprise and made you squeak at the surprise. Feeling your face heated up, while Yuuji scratches the back of his neck. âUhhâŠâ He looks down at his phone, thanking god he has a way of leaving this situation. âGojo-Sensei is calling me. Talk to you later guys!â
He sprinted as fast as possible towards the door, leaving the both of you alone. Wasting no time he laid you down on a desk and started taking your panties off and unbuckling his pants.
âYou fucking whore. Canât get enough of a cock you want another one huh?â He said while thrusts, a phone on his hand recording your fucked uo faces, tears dried down your cheeks. Messy moans and whines coming out of your mouth while he records the entrance where his cock appears and disappears inside of you.
The next day, he would ask Yuuji to meet him alone and show him the video. Threatening him to never let himself be that touchy with you.
Sukuna & Yuuji:
This would be more of a threesome tbh, this isnât a lot like âpublic sexâ, but iâll start with explicit comments coming out of Yuuji thanks to a sukuna mouth appearing on his cheek. Saying how good your ass looked in that dress, saying how he wants to rip it apart and fuck you infront of everyone. Calling Yuuji a virgin and saying he has the same thoughts of you.
Yuuji would be bright red, looking at his classmates who were shocked and laughing at him at the remarks of Sukuna.
So thatâs how you ended up in his room. Someway Sukuna and Yuuji being in control at the same time, while you fuck his cock in your mouth and ride his feet which has a mouth on it. Sucking your clit and tongue circling your entrance, until he appears with another arm and fingers you.
âNn-ngh~ Donât stop! Youâre such a good girlâŠâ Yuuji said while bobbing your head with his hand on top of your head. âSheâs more of a brat. Sheâs teasing a lot, stop with that.â Sukuna said, curling his fingers just right, making you moan with his cock inside of you. Sending vibrations which made Yuuji moan and release inside of you. âStep back kiddo, itâs my turn to fuck with her.â
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Summary : When your car broke down in the middle of 1950s Texas, you welcome with pleasure the help of a handsome cowboy.
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ïœïœ: mdni, 1950s AU, Cowboy! Anakin, Ditzy!, Wealthy! Reader, surnames (doll, peach, dollie,), kissing, vaginal fingering, brief pussy-eating, PiV, breeding kink, wife kink, mentions of grooming, pregnancy kink ?
AN : Okay so I got that AU in my head since FOREVER. That damn picture of Hayden with the Stetson got me ruining so many panties. Hereâs a tribute to all the Cowboy delulu wifeys. Hope youâll enjoy !!!
The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm, golden glow over the vast Texas plains. The air was thick with the scent of wild grass and the distant hum of cicadas. You, a city girl from New York, had never seen anything like it. The endless stretch of land, so different from the concrete jungle you were used to, was both beautiful and intimidating.
You had been on your way to visit a distant relativeâs ranch, a place youâd never been before, when your carâan elegant, shiny Cadillac that was far too fancy for these dusty roadsâhad sputtered and died in the middle of nowhere. Now, here you were, miles from the nearest town, with no idea what to do.
Your pretty summer dress, all ruffles and soft pastels, was completely out of place here, with the silk scarf wrapped around your head to protect your hair from the burning sun. Your designer heels were sinking into the dirt with every step you took around the car, trying to figure out what had gone wrong. You were lost, both literally and figuratively, your usual confidence shaken by the vastness of this wild, untamed place.
As you leaned against the car, biting your lip in frustration, the sound of hooves reached your ears. You looked up, shielding your eyes from the sun, and saw a figure on horseback approaching from the distance.
As the rider drew closer, you could make out more detailsâtall, broad-shouldered, with a wide-brimmed Stetson casting a shadow over his face. His horse was a magnificent creature, all muscle and grace, moving with the kind of power that took your breath away.
When he finally stopped a few feet away from you, you got your first real look at him. The man was strikingly handsome, with sandy blonde hair that curled under his hat and deep blue eyes that seemed to see right through you. He was dressed in a simple white shirt, the sleeves rolled up to reveal strong, tanned forearms, and worn jeans that clung to his legs in a way that made your heart race.
âWell, now, whatâs a pretty little thing like you doinâ all the way out here ?â he drawled, his voice low and smooth, with just the hint of a smile playing at the corners of his lips.
You blinked up at him, momentarily lost for words. He was so different from the men you were used toâpolished, city types in sharp suits and shiny shoes. This man was raw and rugged, with a presence that seemed to command the very air around him.
âMy carâŠâ you started, feeling a little foolish under his steady gaze. âIt just⊠stopped. I donât know what to do.â
He dismounted with an easy grace, the muscles in his arms flexing as he swung down from the saddle. As he approached, you could feel the heat radiating from his body, mixing with the warmth of the sun. He looked over the car, his expression thoughtful, before turning back to you.
âWell, I ainât no mechanic, but I can take a look, dollie,â he offered, his tone kind but with an undercurrent of amusement, as if he found your predicament both endearing and a little amusing.
âThank you,â you murmured, stepping aside to let him take a look under the hood. As he worked, you couldnât help but watch him, the way his fingers deftly moved over the engine, the way his shirt clung to the muscles of his back as he leaned over.
After a few minutes, he straightened up, wiping his hands on a rag heâd pulled from his back pocket. âLooks like youâve got a busted radiator, peach. You wonât be goinâ anywhere until itâs fixed.â
Your heart sank at his words. âOh no, what am I going to do ?â
He glanced up at the sky, which was beginning to turn shades of pink and orange as the sun dipped lower. âItâs gettinâ late. Best thing would be to come back to my place. It ainât too far, and you can stay the night. Iâll take a look at your car in the morning, doll, see what can be done.â
You hesitated for a moment, the idea of staying with a stranger making you nervous, but there was something about himâsomething solid and trustworthyâthat made you nod in agreement. âAlright, thank you, cowboy. I really appreciate it.â
He gave you a nod and helped you up onto his horse, his hands firm and steady as they gripped your waist. You settled into the saddle, feeling a bit awkward, but his presence behind you was reassuring.
As you rode through the fields, the wind gently tugging at your hair, you couldnât help but lean back against him, the warmth of his body seeping into yours. His arm was wrapped around you, holding the reins, and you could feel the strength in him, the quiet confidence that seemed to radiate from every part of him.Â
Suddenly your silk scarf escaped from your head and you gasped. A strong hand latched backwards and caught the fabric. The cowboy winked at you and pocketed your scarf not without smelling it beforehand, leaving you speechless.
When you finally arrived at his ranch, the sky was a deep indigo, the stars just beginning to twinkle above. The house was a charming, rustic place, with a wide porch and warm, inviting lights glowing from the windows.
He helped you down from the horse, his hands lingering on your waist for just a moment longer than necessary, sending a thrill through you. As you stepped inside, you were greeted by the cozy warmth of the living room, the scent of wood and leather filling the air.
âYou can make yourself at home,â he said, his voice softer now, almost intimate. âIâll get you somethinâ to drink.â
You nodded, wandering over to the fireplace, your fingers lightly brushing over the mantel as you took in the room. When he returned, he handed you a glass of whiskey, the amber liquid glinting in the firelight.
As you took a sip, the warmth of the alcohol spread through you, mixing with the heat that had been steadily building inside you since the moment heâd appeared on that dusty road. You coughed your lungs out at the burn.
âI never did catch your name,â you said, looking up at him over the rim of your glass.
âNameâs Anakin,â he replied, his eyes locked onto yours. âAnakin Skywalker.â
You smiled, the name fitting him perfectly. âThank you again, Anakin. For helping me.â
He took a step closer, his gaze never leaving yours. âItâs my pleasure, darlinâ. Canât leave a lady in distress.â
There was a charged silence between you, the air thick with something unspoken. You could feel the tension building, a magnetic pull that drew you closer to him, your heart pounding in your chest.
Before you knew it, he was right in front of you, his hand reaching out to gently cup your cheek. His touch was warm, his thumb brushing over your skin in a way that made your breath catch.
âYouâre somethinâ else, you know that?â he murmured, his voice low and rough, filled with a hunger that sent shivers down your spine.
You could only nod, your voice failing you as you lost yourself in the intensity of his gaze.
And then he was kissing you, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that was both tender and demanding. It was like nothing youâd ever experienced beforeâraw, passionate, and filled with a desire that made your head spin.
You melted into him, your hands finding their way to his chest, feeling the solid muscles beneath his shirt. He pulled you closer, his arms wrapping around you, holding you against him as the kiss deepened.
His hands moved to the small of your back, pulling you even closer until there was no space left between you. You could feel the hard lines of his body against yours, the heat of his skin seeping through his shirt, igniting a fire in you that you hadnât even realized was there.
You gasped as his lips moved to your neck, his teeth grazing your skin in a way that made your knees weak, his stubble scratching deliciously against your throat. His hands were everywhere, sliding down your back, over your hips, exploring every inch of you with a hunger that matched your own.
âAnakinâŠâ you breathed, your fingers tangling in his hair as he pressed you against the wall, his body pinning you there with a strength that made your pulse race.
âShh,â he murmured against your skin, his voice a low growl. âIâve gotchaâ, darlinâ. Jusâ let me take care of yaâ.â
And take care of you he did. He lifted you effortlessly, carrying you to the bedroom, where he laid you down on the soft, inviting bed. The room was bathed in the soft glow of the bedside lamp, casting everything in a warm, golden light.
He stood above you for a moment, his eyes dark and intense as he took in the sight of you, his chest rising and falling with deep, steady breaths. And then he was on you, his hands and lips exploring every inch of your body, igniting a fire in you that burned hotter with every touch, every kiss.
Anakin's kisses trailed down your neck, his hands sliding over your dress, finding the zipper at the back. With a smooth motion, he pulled it down, the fabric slipping off your shoulders, exposing the delicate lace of your lingerie. His breath hitched at the sight, his eyes darkening with desire.
"Pretty, lilâ angel," he whispered, his voice husky as his fingers traced the outline of your bra, making your skin tingle. His lips followed the path of his hands, pressing hot kisses along your collarbone, down to the swell of your breasts, until you were arching into him, desperate for more.
You tugged at his shirt, your fingers fumbling with the buttons in your eagerness to feel his skin against yours. He chuckled softly, the sound sending a shiver down your spine, before he helped you, shrugging out of the shirt and tossing it aside.
The sight of him, all hard muscles and golden skin, took your breath away. His chest was broad, his abs defined, and you couldnât resist running your hands over his torso, feeling the heat and power of him beneath your fingertips.
He groaned at your touch, his hands slipping under your bra, pushing it up to free your breasts. His mouth was on you in an instant, his tongue teasing your nipple, sending jolts of pleasure through you that had you gasping his name.
His hands were everywhere, sliding down your sides, over your hips, pushing your dress the rest of the way off until you were lying there in nothing but your panties. He paused for a moment, just looking at you, his eyes roaming over your body with a hunger that made your skin flush with heat.
Then he was kissing you again, his mouth claiming yours in a kiss that was all-consuming, his hands sliding down to your thighs, spreading them apart as he settled between them. You could feel the hardness of him pressing against you, the evidence of his desire making you ache with need.
"Anakin," you breathed, your voice trembling with anticipation as he kissed his way down your body, his hands hooking into the waistband of your panties, pulling them down with a slow, deliberate motion that left you trembling with anticipation.
He kissed the inside of your thighs, his stubble grazing your sensitive skin, making you shiver. And then his mouth was on you, his tongue stroking over your most sensitive spot, sending waves of pleasure crashing through you that made you cry out, your fingers gripping the sheets beneath you.
He didnât stop, his tongue and fingers working together to drive you higher and higher, until you were teetering on the edge, your body strung tight with need. And then he was inside you, filling you completely, his hips moving in a slow, deliberate rhythm that had you moaning his name, your nails digging into his back. « Gonna make you a mommy, » he grunted, biting your throat. His hands gripped your waist tightly probably letting bruises. He swallowed the sweet skin of your cleavage in his mouth, suckling hickeys and pressing hot, tongue kisses on your chair. « My sweet little wife, gonna drag you on the aisle, » he pounded harder in you, his large cock reducing you at a doll-like state, your cock drunk face driving his crazy. « Youâll gimme babies, huh ? As much babies as I want. Gonna keep you round and full of me. Mine. My wife, the mother of my children. » his thrusts got sloppy and his face contorted in a mask of need.
The pleasure built and built, the tension coiling tighter and tighter until it snapped, sending you spiraling into an orgasm so intense it left you shaking, your body clinging to his as wave after wave of pleasure washed over you. You screamed your release, arching your back and curling your toes.
Anakin followed you over the edge, his own release spilling deep into you as he groaned your name, his body tensing above you before he collapsed, pulling you into his arms as you both lay there, breathing hard, your bodies tangled together in the aftermath.Â
The night was a blur of passion and desire, a heady mix of pleasure and sensation that left you breathless and yearning for more. Anakin moved with a confidence that only came from someone who knew exactly what he wanted, and he made sure you knew it too. He took his time with you, savoring every moment, every gasp and moan that fell from your lips. He pushed you to the edge again and again, his touch driving you wild, until you finally tumbled over, your body arching into his as you were consumed by the pleasure that only he could give you. You couldnât count how much time he made you cum and came himself but you sure knew your belly wasnât this bloated when you started.
For a long moment, neither of you spoke, the only sound in the room the crackling of the fire and the soft rustle of the sheets as you settled into the warmth of each otherâs embrace. Then he kissed the top of your head, his lips lingering there as he murmured, "I knew you were somethinâ special, doll."
You smiled, a lazy, satisfied smile as you snuggled closer to him, your fingers tracing patterns on his chest. "I guess Iâll have to find more reasons to get stranded in Texas," you teased, your voice soft and content, the Stetson since forgotten on the floor.
The EndâŠ
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Hello!
I wanted to ask a question, if that's okay. So, I'm genderfluid afab and feel like a man sometimes (probably more often than I allow myself to realise). I don't have access to a Binder or anything of that sort (transphobic parents).
Is there any way for me to look/be more masculine? I'm a bit scared of goggling because I don't want to accidentally take advice from Tate people or the like.
(PS. I really like your Siegfried Farnon cosplay!)
Heya!
This is a tough one to answer. Because "masculine" means different things to different people. And "passing", as well.
Like. When I wear my fleece jacket and baseball cap, I'm deliberately passing as a certain type of man. But I felt more masculine the other day wearing an ascot.
So, I think we need to break down this question:
1) If you're looking to pass, there are going to be trans masc guides out there that will direct you to a very particular gender presentation. They tend to assume you are white and skinny. They present themselves as a list of Dos and Do-Nots, and at the end of the day, do more harm than good, imo. Because passing guides are almost always about hiding parts of yourself physically, often to the expense of hiding parts of your psyche.
Seek them out if you must, but when it comes to passing for safety, all I can suggest is ambiguous layers, a hat, keeping your head down and your mouth shut. The best way to pass is to not draw attention to yourself, alas.
2) If you're looking to dress more masculine to alleviate gender dysphoria, then you need to drill down to what makes you dysphoric and start there. My smaller feet is one area of contention for me, so I look for semi-dressy shoes that look long and elegant (like Taft boots). Since you can't get a binder, consider layers, if your chest bothers you.
3) If you're looking to dress more masculine to seek gender euphoria, then figure out your aesthetic masculine ideal. Make a pinboard of Looks you enjoy and see if there are trends. Some folks are drawn to athletic wear. Work wear. Perhaps a vintage aesthetic -- Rockabilly. 90s grunge. 1940s British country vet (meeeee, lol).
Ask yourself: What are the hallmarks of this style? Are there casual and formal versions? How does it change seasonally? How much of it is clothing and how much of it is the body (haircut, being muscular, etc)? And above all - what is this style trying to communicate to others?
Once done, see what sort of fashion tips are out there for your style. Who are the fashion experts and how much do you care about their advice? (Menswear guy has great tips about how a modern suit "should" fit, but a lot of his advice is also personal preference with a big dollop of classism.)
Pay close attention to how men wear their clothes -- where they sit on the body, how they style the outfit. Compare how a man is styled in your preferred look to how a woman is styled and see what that sparks in you. How much of it is the clothing or body? How much is posture? You might discern some visual shorthand you can harness to be read as more masculine. You might also come up with ways to have plausible deniability around your parents by being able to pivot a masculine look to be more feminine, when needed.
After all this research, get yourself to a thrift shop or other second hand option and start experimenting. Buying actual men's clothing is probably going to be your best bet, but depending on your Look Book, that may not always be the case.
No one can tell you how to feel more masculine -- that really needs to come from within. Once you figure that out, then it's a matter of reconciling your ideal look with the peculiarities of your body. (And all men have their own challenges wrt the fit of clothes.)
Afford yourself as much grace as possible when it comes to your body. And again, remember that feeling more masculine and passing more masculine may not always overlap and could even be at odds. And only you can determine if and when that is a problem.
#trans stuff#ty about Siegfried - his aesthetic is one I've been chasing most my life#so he is def my personal masculine ideal and his clothes are now more than cosplay for me
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SHEâS EVIL - CHOSO KAMO
cw: mentions of gore, smut, bdsm, sub choso
Choso was absolutely obsessed with you. Every single night, he would watch true crime to stay updated with your latest murders. No one knows what you looked like, but the thought and idea of you turned him so much. A dangerous woman with enough power and skill to shake the whole country and bring it to shamblesâall that got his dick leaking.
One night, as he watched the latest news about you, his eyes widened in shock and excitement after reading the headline. You had skinned someone alive, ripping their back and ribs off to make wings out of them, turning them into a fucked-up angel, then you hung them on the brick walls of an alley that was just down the corner of the street. You were so close to him. It made his heart skip a beat.
He admired you a lot, not because you were just some cold-hearted killer, but because you had motive. In a cruel world full of injustices and corruption, a lot of bad men get to walk away free from their crimes while their victims had to live the rest of their lives carrying the burdens and trauma of their past. In some way, you were a vigilante, not like Batman. You were more gruesome and violent, leaving your victims in a state that no one skilled enough could replicate. You were an artist in some wag. There was this one instance where you decapitated a man, and gutted him from the inside out, tying his organs around his body like necklaces and bracelets. You made murder look so beautiful.
Choso found it so hot.
That gave him a clue. He decided to venture to the nearby local hospital. He asked around for their most prestigious surgeon. âI need to meet the best,â he demanded. The lady by the desk called youâa classy woman who was finely dressed in a perfectly tailored blazer with a white dress shirt peeking underneath. The tight pencil skirt you wore showed off your curves. Your shoes were from a famous Parisian brand that was surely expensive and chic. You were the epitome of class and elegance.
âYou can meet me by my office if you have any concerns. Iâd be more than happy to help,â you flashed a smile at him, your teeth were perfect and well-kept. There was something eerie about your smile. It was too perfect that it didnât seem genuine at all.
Choso wasted no time and dragged himself to your office. After a few minutes of waiting, it was finally his turn to âconsultâ you. Something in his gut made him so sure that you were the notorious killer.
âGood afternoon, misterâŠ?â You quickly stole a glance at him, then looked back down on your notebook, your hand quickly writing notes about the previous patient.
âChoso,â he replied.
âWhat seems to be the problem, Choso?â
âAre you the one responsible for all those⊠art pieces?â Choso gulped, his face turning pale from the anxiousness the crept within his chest.
âArt pieces? Iâm a surgeon, dear,â you responded without taking your eyes off your notebook, busily jotting down additional information about your patient who suffered from a severe form of hernia. You remained calm despite knowing exactly what he was referring to. The man seemed to have no ill intention towards you. Perhaps youâve gained quite an audience and some fans.
âThe angel,â Choso spoke again, hoping it would clarify things. It felt like a futile attempt. Of course, if you truly were the killer, then you wouldnât just reveal yourself to someone like him.
âWhat about it? Did you like what you saw?â You finally stopped writing and stood up. Choso couldnât help but look at your dress shirt which was unbuttoned on the top, giving him a glimpse of your push-up bra.
Choso instantly turned red, sweat forming on his temples. âYes. Well, I think youâre very skilled. Youâre the best out there,â he stuttered.
âOf course I am,â you grinned.
Now that youâve revealed his identity to him, Choso found himself in the best possible situation he could have gotten into, right between your big thighs, his tongue swiping and sucking on your clit until you cum and squirt on his pretty face.
Choso begged you to let him fuck you, but you told him to be patient. He was on his knees, arms tightly wrapped around your leg while he desperately humps you, smearing his pre-cum all over your leg.
He amused you, and because of this, you decided to keep him around as your little toy. You can't keep relying on killing assholes to keep you excited. You needed a little fun when it comes to sex and bitches too.
Choso would frequent your office or you'd bring him to your car so he could relieve you. If he was good enough, you'd return the pleasure by riding his dick until his eyes are rolled back and his tongue was sticking out. Sometimes, he'd even ask you to hold him at gunpoint or to press a knife against him. He was your cute and freaky sex doll. Your pride and ego forbid you from admitting this, but youâve grown a soft spot for him.
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Fandom:Â Honkai: Star Rail
Pairings:Â Aventurine x dealer!fem!reader
Warnings:Â gambling, sexual tension.
Note: English is not my native language, so I apologize if there are errors in the text qq I'm just starting my blog on Boosty, but I'll be glad if you support me with a subscription and read the full NSFW version of this work there. Soon there will be other works that will not be published on Tumblr.
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You have long heard from other casino employees about a certain visitor, which comes here quite often, but you have never been lucky enough to meet him until today. The girls sighed languidly, referring to him as a handsome man, preparing to serve him the best drink, for which he would pay generously, and the men working in security only irritably noted that if he visited the institution today, they would only have more work. Then you didn't pay any attention to their words until one of the bar staff squealed with delight, energetically pointing at the blond man who entered the hall.
A dazzling smile, a light gait, but a sly look hidden behind gold glasses, gliding across the tables and the employees standing behind them before playfully sparkling violet-blue eyes rest on you. Your back straightens reflexively, and your fingers wrap around the back of your hand, and you nod in greeting when several men, led by a blond man, approach your poker table. You have been working in the field of gambling for several years, so you can easily notice expensive watches, chains and rings on his hands and a long earring in the ear of an elegant man in a hat, dressed in a black jacket with a fur collar, a turquoise shirt with a small but provocative neckline on the chest and white trousers with patent leather shoes. In total, all the clothes and trinkets of this person can be compared to the cost of your life. Winning will not matter to him, as losing will not greatly affect the quality of his life, which means he simply enjoys a sense of excitement and superiority, since, according to rumors, he plays very well.
«WellâŠÂ»
â Oh? I haven't seen you before, â the blond man lowers his glasses on the bridge of his nose, smiling slyly at you as soon as you raise your head.
â I'm sorry, sir, today I'm serving you, because the dealer who is more familiar to you is ill, but I assure you, this will not affect the quality of the time spent in our institution in any way, â you kindly answer with a calm expression on your face, which causes the blonde to chuckle softly.
â How official! Relax, honey, â the man leans lower, slightly tilting his head to one side, carefully watching how the expression on your face changes to a more tense one. â It's a pity that⊠Oh, what was her name? â the blonde pulls away, thinking for a second, trying to remember the name of your colleague, but in the end only sighs briefly, spreading his hands. â It doesn't matter. You've been brought up to date, that we're going to need a separate room, haven't you?
â Yes, sir. Please follow me.
An unpleasant person. It was clear from afar that it was better to stay as far away from him as possible. These vibes of nauseating self-confidence and narcissism definitely don't bode well, but you still humbly do your duty, pulling on a smile and letting the guests into the VIP-room. Usually this room is rented by companies of influential people whose names are so well known to everyone that such guests don't even bother to introduce themselves, because you always know who they are, but these men⊠You're seeing them for the first time.
Anyway, a job is a job.
â Have a seat, dear guests. Would you like to see the bar menu?
Men in suits silently take their seats, and only an energetic blonde immediately responds to the sound of your voice, standing in front of the last empty chair.
â We'll order the same as usual,â the stranger says sweetly, spreading into a frighteningly sweet smile that sends chills down my spine.
â I'm sorry, but I'm afraid I don't knowâŠ
â Oh, how could I forget! â the blond man clasps his hands in a gesture of apology. â Whiskey on the rocks.
His theatricality is a little annoying, but that's none of your business.
â As you wish, sir.
The female silhouette peeking out from behind the slightly open door and instantly disappearing after the blonde's words only made your task easier, allowing you not to even leave the room. It seems that this man is really very popular among girls, which, in principle, isn't surprising. A pretty face, a thick purse and a sugary voice, like a demeanor, are the pillars that support the classic image of a heartthrob in the eyes of any woman. It would be fascinating if you hadn't met such people before. This place is teeming with both men and women, sometimes even reasonably believing that the whole world belongs to them. Perhaps you would have bought into his charisma too, if you were as frivolous as a bar employee rushing into a room no more than five minutes after the order was placed.
â Thank you, dear. As always, you help out, otherwise my friends seem to be out of sorts today, â the blond man chuckles melodiously, looking at the other five guests. You can almost see in their stern looks the desire to strangle this talkative flatterer, and you can't help but chuckle to yourself.
â Anything for our beloved visitor! Have a nice game, â your friend blushes, smiling shyly before leaving the room, barely restraining a satisfied squeak.
You modestly clear your throat, drawing the attention of everyone at the table to yourself.
â Well, gentlemen, shall we begin?
You leave the button* in front of the blond man sitting first on your left hand. Early* is the most unfavorable position to start the game, but he should have known about it when he sat down here, or is it just an accident?
After the preflop*, while you were deftly shuffling the deck in your hands, someone had already started emptying their glass of whiskey, someone took out a pair of fragrant chocolate cigars. The blonde just watched carefully how skillfully you dealt the cards, not missing a single movement of your fingers. For a second, you even doubted that he didn't trust the new dealer, but every time you dared to look at him, his lips stretched into an even more sugary smile, and his eyes always found yours. Is he trying to get you into the same emotions as the silly waitresses? You wonder how soon he'll lose interest in your indifferent face?
The game went on quite calmly until three people remained at the table, including a smiling blond man.
â Ace of hearts, two of spades, jack of hearts, ten of clubs, two of hearts. The bets are made, you can open, â you say in a monotone voice, glancing at the cards on the table that turn over one by one.
«Street? Not badâŠÂ» â you stop looking at the blond's cards before you hear a thud on the table. After looking at the other hands it became clear that there is nothing on the table stronger than two pairs.
â Oh, don't get mad! We've just started, â the blond man raises his hands in an innocent gesture, chuckling softly, it seems, making the man opposite even angrier.
It seems that now you understand a little what the casino guards were so unhappy about, but the more games passed, the more sad the blonde's position became. The empty glasses were hastily replaced with newly filled ones with a new portion of whiskey, and the concentration of smoke in the small room became more and more suffocating, it seems, only exposing the undisguised glee of the men at the table, allowing themselves to mock the blonde, who was catastrophically unlucky today. A flush* against a royal flush, a pair against a square* and, in the end, his hand could only boast of the highest card*. What a disappointment.
â Here, order yourself one more whiskey, â one of the departing men casually tossed a couple of chips in front of the blond man sprawled on a chair, grinning hoarsely before staggering slightly out of the room after the other four, whose loud voices disappeared into the noise of the casino outside the door.
â Sure, â the man who remained at the table smiled gently at the departing acquaintance before taking a sip from his glass.
You wanted to say something, maybe even encourage him, but it's not your way to mind your own business, so you just silently gathered the cards from the table, about to ask the guest to leave the room, when suddenly he spoke first.
â That's not what you expected, is it? â you turn to the blond man, who is resting his head on his own palm. The same strange smile is still playing on his lips, even despite how much money he left at this institution today. He's really weird.
â I don't know what you mean. I don't know how you play, so I couldn't even try to predict the outcome of the game.
â Come on. You know how I play. That girl from the bar told you about me, didn't she?
Annoy.
â Even so, I'm not used to trust rumors, â you reply indifferently, carefully putting the cards back in the box.
â In that case, now you can conclude that I'm a lousy player? Oh, that would be unfortunate, because everyone has unlucky days.
â I don't think it's about luck, â you wanted to say that someone should just drink less and make less risky bets, but you restrained yourself, maintaining professionalism.
â Ho-oh? Then what is it? â the blond man perked up even more, waiting curiously for your answer.
â It is not appropriate for me to give advice to visitors, because my earnings, among other things, depend on them.
â That's how it is! So I was wrong when I decided that you weren't like the other girls looking at my wallet?
â It turns out that it is. But I'm looking at the wallets of every potentially profitable player for me, â you shrug your shoulders. â And now, if you'll excuse me, you should leave the room, since the game is over.
â How pragmatic, you remind me of someone I know, â the blond man, as if he hadn't heard your last words, gets up from his chair, coming closer. â So you don't believe in luck, huh?
The man leans slightly forward, looking into your eyes from under the half-lowered glasses on the bridge of his nose. The expensive sweet fragrance of the perfume instantly cuts into your nostrils, and you take a small step back.
â It's absurdly to rely only on luck in poker. That's all I wanted to say.
â Hm-m ⊠â the blond man pretends to think. â You're right. Then what about roulette?
â Even roulette has its own patterns, but if we don't go into details, of course, this game revolves exclusively around chance.
â Great! Then can we play? â the man turns towards the roulette table, which has apparently not been used for a long time, in the corner of the room.
â I'm afraid my shift is already over⊠â you frown, even before you finish, he interrupts you.
â Oh, I was so catastrophically unlucky today that I just want to win back at least another game, otherwise I won't be able to sleep peacefully tonight⊠Are you really that heartless?
â You can use the services of a croupier and play roulette in the hall.
â It would be sad, because I already liked you, â the blonde smiles, looking into your eyes again.
â If you're trying to flirt with me like that, then I'm in a hurry to upset you â it won't work, â you reply irritably, about to leave, when suddenly a weak grip on your wrist stops you.
â I'm sad to hear that, but what if I make a bet?
You turn around, batting your eyelashes in puzzlement when you meet the sharp gaze of a man's violet-blue eyes.
â You can't play roulette without betting, what's the point of all this?
â Let's say⊠if my bet plays out, you owe me a kiss, what do you say?
You almost boil with anger, looking at this personification of self-confidence standing in front of you.
â I'm not going to play your games, let go of my hand.
The attempt to pull back your hand was unsuccessful, on the contrary, only forcing the blond to pull you closer.
â It seems that luck isn't on my side today, so if I lose, I'll just leave.
The desire to just slap him in the face is almost impossible to ignore, but you wouldn't be working here if you weren't a gambling person too. Your lips stretch into an arrogant smile as you approach the blond man's face, slightly squinting your eyes.
â In that case, on what number* will you put it on?
The blond man's eyebrows rise, after which a ringing laugh is heard in the room.
â I knew you could entertain me! â the man lets go of your hand, but does not take a step away from you before saying softly. â I'm betting on zero.
«He's crazy!»
You almost laughed at how crazy his bet turned out to be, but it sounds like he's already agreed to leave you alone, so you just smiled, silently retreating to the corner of the dimly lit room. The table has indeed not been used for a long time, having already become covered with a layer of dust, but you take a small ball, gently rolling it in your hand before turning towards the blond man who remains standing at the poker table. He doesn't seem to care at all that he's going to lose now, and the smile doesn't leave his face for a second. It will be all the sweeter to see how the expression on his face will change when he loses.
â Your bet is accepted, â you say loudly before spinning the roulette wheel by throwing a ball at it.
The man doesn't even look at the spinning roulette wheel, instead watching your eyes follow the ball as it slides across the sectors.
12, 35, 3, 26, and finallyâŠ.
â It can't be⊠â you whisper, eyes wide open and just looking at how the ball stopped at zero.
â Ho-oh? What's is it? Judging by your reaction, did I win? â the blond man grins, slowly removing his hat from his head and leaving the hat on the edge of the poker table.
This can't be happening. Betting on numbers is always a huge risk, because the chance that the ball will stop at the chosen one is incredibly small. Was he⊠really just lucky?
You purse your lips, summoning all the self-control you have to turn to the man with an indifferent expression on your face.
â That's right, congratulations on winning, sir.
â M-m⊠it's not just a win, you remember the conditions, right? â the blond man says playfully, slowly walking towards you, until finally he towers over you, elegantly ripping the glasses off his face.
«This jerk has probably been rehearsing this for yearsâŠÂ»
â I didn't have to accept such bets at all, â you mutter irritably.
â I understand your disappointment, but still, you accepted it. Be kind enough to hand me my prize, â you look into the extraordinarily beautiful eyes of a man, trying your best to deny how really attractive he looks without glasses and a hat.
â Ahem⊠okay. But can I at least get your name? I wouldn't want to kiss a complete stranger.
â Huh? So you don't know who I am? How cute, â the blond man squints, breaking into a smile. â You can call me Aventurine. And you⊠â the man hooks the badge on your chest with the tip of his finger. â Y/N.
Where have all your old composure gone? They probably got lost somewhere in the midst of this madness, which for some reason you signed up for, following your own excitement. Self-confidence is just as much your enemy as Aventurine, only in this case he is elated with victory, and you are trying to collect your thoughts in order to fulfill the conditions of the game he started.
â Excuse me⊠â you mumble awkwardly before pressing your lips to the man's cheek, leaving as quick a kiss as possible to hastily turn away, hiding the blush that has appeared on your face.
â Hey! And what was that? â Aventurine says in disappointment, touching the place of your kiss with the tips of his black-gloved fingers.
â You asked for a kiss, but didn't specify which one, â you try to sound confident, but still mentally berate yourself for not being able to look into his eyes right now.
â Oh⊠â the blond man sighs heavily, pulling away and approaching the roulette table. â I'm not satisfied with such a victory. Let's do it again.
â Huh?! â you cry out indignantly, looking at the back of the impudent man rolling the ball around the zero sector. â I shouldn't be here at all, and neither should you!
â I'm betting on zero again.
You freeze, raising an eyebrow when you turn to Aventurine.
â You're going to lose.
â Maybe, â the man shrugs, turning to face you and leaning on the edge of the table. â But if the bet plays out again, you'll give me a real long kiss.
â I'm not going to waste my time on this madness. The chances of hitting zero a second time are so small that it's easier for you to just leave this room right now, since it's simply impossible to play this bet.
â Let it be so. You don't lose anything if you're so sure of my defeat, do you? Besides, didn't you say that you don't give advice to the players?
It annoys you how logical his words sound. But what's even more annoying is that you really doubt it. It's just not possible. You have to show this arrogant idiot his place.
â Okay, â and here you go back to the roulette table again. â But if you lose, you will never return to this casino again.
Aventurine's purple eyes widen before flashing a gambling spark.
â And you know how to make the game more interesting, â the man grins, picking up the ball from the table, carefully leaving it in your hand. â I agree.
This will be the craziest bet anyone has ever made in the entire existence of this casino. And it only fuels your interest too. You spin the wheel in anticipation by throwing the ball. Your heart is pounding in your chest, as if your own life is at stake. It's been a long time since you've experienced such adrenaline, no matter how absurd what's happening, because it's worth it to winâŠ
â Ha-ha! It seems that today is really my day, â Aventurine grins as the ball slowly rolls and stops at sector zero. Again. â The money I lost in poker was worth spending all my luck on such a tempting prize.
Impossible. He just did the impossible. What were the chances? The mind is so devastated by shock that you can't even approximate the probability, just silently looking at the green sector in amazement.
â You're not⊠cheating, are you? â you're almost whispering, without opening your eyes from the little ball.
â What cruel accusations! How, tell me, could I cheat at roulette? â the man clicks his tongue in frustration, slowly wrapping his arm around your waist before pulling your body towards his. â If these are just assumptions without any evidence, I think it's time to start awarding the second prize.
The lips open, releasing a soft sigh into the air. You feel the warmth emanating from his body, the smell that his nauseatingly expensive clothes exude, and you feel his measured breathing on the skin of your face when Aventurine bends down, almost touching his lips to yours and freezes.
â I'll make it easier for you this time, â the blond whispers, letting his warm breath caress the delicate skin of your lips.
â What do you mean?.. â the only thing you managed to say right before Aventurine's lips covered yours.
Long fingers dive into your hair, forcing you to tilt your head back, and he deepens the kiss, insistently making his way with his tongue through your lips, which are not too resisting. A soft moan dissolves in Aventurine's mouth, and your fingers desperately cling to the fabric of the shirt on the man's chest, but still you respond to the kiss, allowing your tongue to stick out a little further, slowly waltzing in tandem with his. The shock was instantly replaced by a mixture of embarrassment and a flutter in his chest. It seemed that this kiss lasted forever, so harmonious, gentle, but passionate, as if you have known each other for so long that Aventurine doesn't need much effort to make you melt in his hands, which you allow to touch your body.
Lips gasp for air as soon as Aventurine pulls away, looking at your flushed, relaxed face, which isn't touched by the former cold indifference with which you looked at him all evening.
It's a strange feeling. From the very beginning, when you saw this man, the only thought that you would never in your life become infatuated with just his presence somewhere nearby was ingrained in your head, now fighting for supremacy with the unwillingness that he would let you go. You shouldn't give in to this.
You gently press on Aventurine's chest, shuddering as soon as you feel his warm skin under your fingertips, noticing that you touched this very seductive neckline.
â Is that all? I have to go⊠â you say softly, trying to get out of Aventurine's hands, but he's not even going to let go of your waist or your cheek, to which his palm is still pressed.
â Really? Well, then I won't hold you back, â the blond man grins, still continuing to prevent your imaginary escape.
â Then let me go. I gave away your winnings and I don't owe you anything else.
â Yes, you did, â the man whispers, gently stroking your cheek with a thumb in a leather glove.
You look at each other without saying a word and freeze like statues. The muffled sounds of slot machines, clinking glasses and laughter come from the hall outside the door, breaking the silence that hangs between the two of you, but you can't hear anything else except your own rapid heartbeat throbbing in your ears. A strange warmth spreads in your chest, gradually sinking down, and a heavy weakness settles in your legs, which doesn't allow you to move from your place.
«What are you doing, Y/N?», â you ask yourself one last time before you swear unintelligibly under your breath, grabbing Aventurine's shirt in order to involve the man in the kiss again. Greedy, careless, but you needed it. The blonde's palm shamelessly moves to your buttocks, covered with black trousers, gently squeezing the elastic flesh, and your fingers slowly slip under the neckline in the shape of an inverted heart, caressing the heated skin of Aventurine's chest.
â W-wait⊠â you suddenly break off the kiss, breathing heavily and looking at the purple irises covered with long eyelashes.
â What's is it? I won't complain that the dealer is harassing me if you're worried about it, â Aventurine grins, forcing the expression on your face to change to the old irritation.
â This is wrong. I don't have toâŠ
â I don't care about the rules, â the man tilts his head to one side, smiling playfully. â I'm betting on black.
â What? â you ask discouraged, watching the man's fingers hastily undoing the buttons of your white shirt.
â If I win, now you'll be my prize, â Aventurine winks at you before opening the cotton fabric on your chest, noticing you are wearing a black lace bra. â Tsk-tsk, how unlucky you are today. I won again.
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The button is a special chip marked "D", transmitted clockwise and identifying the dealer (in this case, the dealer is an employee of the casino, so the button only determines who will bet first).
The early position is the player's place at the poker table, located immediately behind the dealer.
Preflop is the initial stage of the poker game, which includes the distribution of cards and the first bets, including blinds.
A straight is a combination of a sequence of five cards.
A hand is a combination of two cards in the player's hands.
A flash combination of five cards of the same suit.
Royal flush is the strongest combination of cards from 10 to ace of the same suit.
A pair is a combination of two cards of the same value (for example, two aces).
A square is a combination of five cards of the same value (for example, four aces).
The highest card is the card of the highest value of all lying on the table.
In roulette, it is possible to bet on one color, on even and odd numbers, and so on, including you can bet on a specific number, which is quite risky due to the reduced chances that such a bet will play, but the winnings from it are multiplied by 35.
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paid in full
"all debts must be paid in full." says jungkook with a mischievous glint in his eyes. he wouldn't tell your mother of you going against her wishes and sneaking out if you allowed him to have you the way he desired. masterlist | @darkuni63 @momnomnom writer: lyse word count: 10.116 warning: step-siblings, smut, blackmail, kissing (f on f), nipple sucking, wet dreams, alcohol intake, intake, kissing (m on f), fingering, dirty talking, praising, squirting,
âSit straight.â your mother hisses quietly to you but her smile never falters. âTheyâll be here any minute.â
You do as youâre told quietly, seething in your seat. You feel uncomfortable in the dress you were forced into by your mother and your feet are killing you - also thanks to your dear mother.
Your mother - back a few months ago - had met a man. You were less than surprised by that fact. Your mother has never not been single throughout your life. She assured whatever she or you needed that a man would be the one providing it. Boyfriend #19 had taken you to a father-daughter dance before she left him for the next.
Your father was once in the picture, but was later chased off by your mother; her claiming that neither of you needed a man with less income than her. It was laughable - because her income was never her own.
Now, the two of you are seated in a lavish restaurant with high ceilings equipped with chandeliers and classical music. Your mother is now going to introduce you to one of her latest catches - a man named Joon-sik. You rarely remember the names of such men, you would rather categorize them by Boyfriend, Fiance and Husband and whatever number they were. Your mother was married only twice, both marriages ending after a year. She was engaged a handful of times and the boyfriends were endless - and you counted the ones after you were born.
âHeâs here.â your mothers tone is one of excitement and nervousness. âStand up.â
Youâre robotic. Your eyes scan whoever was strolling towards the two of you - and youâre left confused. A man is walking towards the pair of you, a light smile on his lips. He fits the part - elegant suit tailored to his size, dress shoes that youâre sure you can see your reflection on and light jewelry but not enough to be flashy.Â
âWho is that behind him?â you murmur the question to your mother and she only giggles in response, waving at the man.
âHis son.â
Your throat goes dry when both men approach closer. Joon-sikâs son is tall, even taller than him. He stands out in this environment. Tight fitted black shirt with light blue jeans. Hi. His compact boots stood out just as the rest of his appearance did. Your initial thought was that he wore an undershirt with graphic sleeves, but as they came closer to your table, you realized that it was a sleeve of tattoos.Â
You gulp at the sight of the taller boy - man, because a boy could never look like him. His hair appeared soft; black and wavy. Was that a lip piercing?
âJoon-sik.â your mother cannot contain her excitement when he reaches the table. She rounds it and engulfs him into a hug, but you donât watch. Itâs difficult to remove your eyes from the unnamed man behind Joon-sik.
âThis is my daughter.â your ears hear your mother say and finally youâre released from your trance.Â
Your reactions are robotic once more. Youâve been through this countless times. You smile at the man and bow slightly.Â
âThis,â the man turns slightly to his son. He ushers him closer. âIs my son Jungkook.â he introduces proudly.Â
Jungkook offers a smile and you feel hot. His teeth are straight and pearly white and his lips appear gloss-like - not a crack in sight.
Your mother appears happy. Youâre unsure if itâs genuine or if Joon-sik has a large enough bank account and will that causes her to smile. Nonetheless, Joon-sik is seemingly a nice man. Heâs speaking with the two of you normally, asking you questions about your life - even if your mother does answer for you.
Jungkook doesnât speak much but the relationship with his father was pure. His father speaks of his achievements proudly and you feel envious. It was obvious that Jungkook was not forced to be someone he wasnât - forced into fancy clothes like you and to âsit politelyâ or âengage in the conversationâ.Â
âY/N-ah.â Joon-sik speaks. âI heard youâre applying to several universities.â
You nod your head while sipping your water.Â
âShe applied late.â your mother sighs. âShe wished to take a break after high school.â
You feel your cheeks redden in embarrassment. Your mother didnât approve of the couple of years you took off to focus on yourself and gain work experience. But of course, this is a woman that hasnât worked in years and opted in having others pay for whatever was needed.Â
âJungkook had, as well.â Joon-sik smiles at you. âHeâs actually going in the next few months.â
You glance at Jungkook whose eyes are already on you. Panicked, you looked away.
âOh!â your mother clasps her hands together. âYou should apply to the same one.â
âItâs an amazing art institution.â Joon-sik nods. âJungkook is into photography mostly, but he also dabbles in dancing from time to time. Paintertry, videography.â
Youâre impressed and allow your eyes to glance at Jungkook. You wouldnât take him for a man that dances, but you donât wish to judge a book by its cover..
Jungkook chuckles lowly, a soft tint on his cheeks.
âThatâs amazing.â your mother compliments and you want to scoff. She told you from her own mouth that pursuing art was a waste of time - but that couldnât be said to the man she was pursuing.Â
âWhat are you into, Y/N-ah?â Joon-sik asks you.
âY/N also intoâŠart.â your mother giggles and gently taps your thigh. She doesnât know what type of art, she hasnât bothered to ask or appear interested.Â
You nod your head and your ears pick up on light chuckling.
You feel your body grow hot with embarrassment. Was he laughing at you?
âI see.â Joon-sik's smile doesnât falter. âIf youâd like,â he glances between you and Jungkook. âYou can go to the same institution. I know people and getting you in wouldnât be an issue.â
Your eyes widen and you turn to your mother. She slightly nods her head and you return your eyes to Joon-sik. âThat would be amazing.â you respond.
Jungkook takes a sip of his drink and hums lowly to himself. His eyes flicker between you and your mother and heâs positive that you were nothing but a puppet and had been since your childhood; possibly even birth. You hadnât had the chance to speak until now with permission.
âNow that introductions are out of the way.â Joon-sik raises his glass - a wine glass that had gone untouched since a server had poured it. âWe have to tell the two of you something.â
You swallow.
Joon-sik grasps your mothers hands. âWeâre getting married.â
You werenât shocked at the news, but Jungkook stiffens visibly.
âAnd weâre moving in together!â your mother squeals.
That was new in a way. The men your mother dealt with never had children, and if they did you never met them. You moved from house to condo, apartment back to house throughout your life. But never with a âsiblingâ figure.
âThatâs kind of fast.âÂ
Jungkookâs voice is deep, but not shockingly so.
âIt is.â Joon-sik agrees. âBut Iâm not as young as you, son. When you find the oneâŠâ he nods at your mother. â...you do what it takes to keep her.â
Youâre uncertain how Jungkook feels. This wasnât new to you. You dealt with your mothers shenanigans your entire life. However, youâre unsure how Jungkook spent his life. Was his mother involved unlike your father? Did Joon-sik have countless girlfriends, fianceâs and wives?
Your mother places a hand on your shoulder and squeezes it gently.Â
âY/N begged me for a sibling once upon a time.â your mother giggles. âNow you have a brother!â
Youâre embarrassed once more but you donât allow yourself to say anything.
Jungkook connects his eyes to yours. His tongue pokes out to lick his lips, itâs pink and wet and youâre disturbed that youâre even watching it coat his lips.
âStep-brother.â Jungkook comments low and youâre positive itâs more to you than to your motherâs comment.
The large estate Jungkook and Joon-sik called home was massive and the biggest youâve ever seen; and youâre seen a lot.
By the following month your mother and you had moved into the estate and called it your home.Â
The estate was so large that you rarely saw your mother - she and Joon-sik occupied the right side of the estate while you and Jungkook occupied the left. The two of you shared a kitchen and dining area, a large sitting area and you were lucky enough to have your own bathroom connected to your room. It was as if you had your own apartment away from your mother.
Your eyes follow the amount of cereal options displayed and hum. You were hungry and wanted nothing but a quick and light snack - you decided on cereal.
You decided on a box of marshmallow cereal. You grasp the box and pry it open, licking your lips with anticipation.Â
Youâve come to realize that everything in the estate was fit for a tall man such as Jungkook. The bowls are inside of a cabinet high up. You always need to climb the counter just to get it, which is what you do. Your knees are planted onto the cold marble counter tops and your hand reaches for the bowl when another one shoots out and grabs the same bowl you were reaching for.
You yelp in surprise, body turning until youâre seated on said countertop.
Jungkook stands behind you, dangerously close. He holds the bowl in his hands, eyes watching your face for a reaction.Â
You swallow.
âGood girl.â
You feel hot at his words, but you shake your head. âW-what?â
âYour nickname.â Jungkook mumbles. âGood girl suits you.â
Jungkook places the bowl beside you on the counter, but he doesnât step away from you.
You open your mouth to speak, but you cannot release any response.
âYouâve been here for a month now and you do nothing but stay home.â Jungkook continues. He comes even closer and now, heâs directly between your legs. âYou allow your mother to speak for you constantly. Even as an adult, you listen to her commands.â
Youâre taken aback. Was JungkookâŠreading you? He had met you a month ago at dinner and since then, had clocked everything that has happened in your life - and he kept it to himself until now.
âYouâre a good girl that does what sheâs told.â
Your eyes stare into Jungkookâs, neither eyes blinking. His words replay in your mind nonstop.
âCatâs got your tongue?â Jungkook tilts his head to the side. âOr do you need permission to speak?â
âExcuse me?â
Jungkook doesnât respond to your question.
âItâs easy for you to say.â you quip. âYour father lets you do whatever you want.â
Jungkook furrows a brow.
âYou donât have expectations to live up to.â you continue.
âGood girls talking back now.â Jungkookâs lips twitch in amusement. âHave you ever done anything she didnât like?â
You donât respond but instead ponder on his question.Â
No, you havenât. Your mother was strict when it came to her rules and youâve done your best to always obey them.
âThatâs a no.â Jungkook snorts. âThereâs a party tonight.â
You raise your brows at his words.
âAt a college that a friend of mine attends. You should come.â
You have never been to a party like that. Youâve gone to birthday celebrations and business gatherings with your mother - to mingle, she says - but never to a college party.Â
Jungkook watches your face twist and contort in confusion. You were struggling and now he understands this is probably your first real party - not something your mother would be there for.Â
âOr do you need motherâs permission?â Jungkook teases.
You gulp, feeling your cheeks redden. He was teasing you and you didnât like it.
âI donâtâŠhave a way there.â you attempted to turn down his invitation.Â
âYou can come with me.â Jungkook shrugs. âI want to introduce you to a few friends.â
Seems like you need them, Jungkook wants to say, but he keeps it to himself. He never met anyone so sheltered before. Sure, he heard a mouth full from his father that he needed to become more âbrotherlyâ towards you, but that didnât mean his intentions were counterfeit.Â
âWould there beâŠâ your words trail off and Jungkook waits for you to continue. â...drugs?â
Jungkook is silent at your question, but at your serious face and large curious eyes, he cackles.
âW-whatâs funny?â
âYou watch too much TV.â Jungkook laughs. âI donât take drugsâŠbut if you-â
âNo!â you hiss with a head shake. âI donât-â
âRelax.â Jungkook places his hands on your thighs - you're soft, he notes, bare thighs sitting against the counter. âNo drugs. Alcohol and weed, yes. But there's water and other refreshments.â
You nod your head. You were skeptical of agreeing to this party. You and his friends had to be different and you were more than positive that Jungkook pitied you more than anything. But, this would possibly be your chance at a real college party. With drunk party goers and dancing with loud music - maybe even the police would come and shut it down because of how intense it would be.Â
âNo.â your mother scoffs and walks around you. âWe donât do college parties.â she shakes her head once more. âHow would that benefit you?â
You had gained enough courage to ask your mother for permission to go to a party. Jungkook had insisted that you didnât need to because, of course, you were an adult. However, you had never gone against your mother before and there couldnât be a reason for you to suddenly start now.
âExactly.â your mother quips. âInstead of a party, why donât you mingle with someone that can elevate you?â
You gulp at her words.Â
Your mother doesnât dwell on the question and you donât bother to answer. Nor do you bother to dwell on the party. You ate dinner alone in the large kitchen, not bothering to occupy the dining room.Â
You decided on a late night shower to hole up in your own misery. You should have listened to Jungkook when he stated that you didnât need your mothers permission, but going against her terrified you. It peaked your anxiety that there would be a chance that youâd disappoint her.
A knock sounds at your door when you turn off the shower faucet. You wrap a robe around your body and go to answer it, and Jungkook is standing behind it. His arms are crossed and he offers a slight smirk when you open the door. Heâs sporting a dark shirt with a matching dark leather jacket. His jeans are light washes with rips at the knees with a pair of compact boots - you ponder if theyâre the same one or a different pair.
âIâm glad youâre getting ready.â
You release a shaky breath.
Jungkook frowns. âOh.â he hums. âMother dearest said no.â
Thereâs a tone in Jungkookâs voice, you note. A teasing tone, a âI told you soâ tone.
âIâm saddened, Good Girl.â Jungkook places a hand above his heart. âI told my friends that my step-sister will be making an appearance.â
You feel small beneath his gaze. Your hair is wet and droplets of water are dripping down onto the robe and onto the floor.
âI-IâŠIâm sorry.â you apologize, having nothing else to say.
Jungkook licks his lips. âDonât be.â he assures. âThereâll be more parties. This one was going to be at one of my friends' homes. Taehyung is his name.â Jungkook uncrosses his arms. âWell, goodbye Good Girl. Iâm having the drivers take me now.â
Jungkook turns away from your door and you call after him. âYou donât drive?â
âOf course I do.â Jungkook calls back, not bothering to turn around. âBut I donât drink and drive, Good Girl.â
Jungkookâs words replay in your mind. He told his friends about you - that youâd be coming. You were amazed that you truly wanted to go to this party and see how people your age were. You didnât have many friends, mainly acquaintances that your mother deemed âprofitableâ. You only ever had one boyfriend who, again, was chosen by your mother and that ended horribly.Â
You dry your hair and add a product, a leave-in conditioner so your hair wouldnât become frizzy. You take a deep breath while adding lotion to your exposed skin while watching your reflection.
An hour had since gone past and you were tip-toeing outside of your room and outside of the estate. It was quiet and the sky was dark and starless. Your feet dragged you outside the estate and towards the large gates.
You knock on the large SVU window, the tints made it hard for you to look inside.
The window rolls down and an older man sits behind the wheel. He furrows a brow at you.
âCan you take me toâŠTaehyungâs house?â you ask, unsure how to ask the question without becoming more confused. âWhere Jungkook is.â
âGet in.â the man nods his head and unlocks the door. You quickly got into the backseat and put your seatbelt on. Your heart is racing and your eyes watch the estate as if your mother would be coming out any moment.
You never snuck out of your home before. There wasnât a reason to, not until now.Â
You were a young adult and cannot say youâve gone to a party or had a taste of alcohol. Your mother assured you that you always appeared on guard, that someone was always watching even when you assumed they werenât.
The drive pulls up to a large estate and now you feel even more out of place than before. Loud music is playing and hundreds of people are outside of the estate.
You thanked the driver and made your way towards the estate. You stood out like a sore thumb - you wore a loose fitted button up shirt and a skirt that stopped a few inches before your knees. The party goers dressed more scandalous than you and there was evidence of drinking. The girls swayed with the music while the men stood close behind them.
Your eyes trailed around for a familiar face - Jungkook didnât appear to be anywhere.Â
You were just glad to be here, even after 30 minutes of not finding Jungkook. You held your cup of juice close to you and lightly nodded your head to the music.Â
âGood girl.â
Jungkook catches you from up the stairs. He was tipsy when he caught your figure - the only person dressed as if she was going to the library. He had left a drunk Jimin nodding off against the wall to make his way towards you.
âJungkook!â you exclaim, a sigh of relief releasing for your lips. âIâŠI made it.â
Jungkook snorts. âYou did. Mother dearest decided to let you leave?â
You shake your head. You lift your head higher. âI snuck out.â you murmur, a sense of pride.
Jungkook fights back his laughter. He doesnât want you to think he is laughing at you, because heâs not. Or he doesnât want to, at least. But sneaking out to go to a party as a young adult appears completely childish. But here you stand, eyes shining with such mischief and delight that Jungkook couldnât help but feel your excitement.
âWhat are you drinking?â
âApple juice.â you raise the cup slightly. âI never had alcohol.â
âNever?â Jungkook raises a brow and whistles lowly. âYouâre actually a good girl.â
It doesnât take long for you to be drunk. Five shots to be exact. You were introduced to Jungkookâs friends, the majority of them already drunk and overly friendly. They were kind to you, speaking with you as if theyâve known you just as long as theyâve known Jungkook.
Jungkook doesnât hide his laughter when it comes to you any longer. Youâre loud - louder than heâs ever seen you be in the last month - and you appear happy. You let loose, no longer uptight and constantly checking to see if your mother is around the corner to scold you.
Ji-ah, a friend of Jungkookâs, wraps a hand around your wrist once she seeâs you stumbling off. Sheâs tall with a slender build. Her hair is long and dyed a rose-gold color and you envied how confident she was upon meeting her.
âWhere are you heading?â she asks. Sheâs drunk, but has enough liquor throughout the years to know how to function just fine.
âI haveâŠto pee.â you sigh out and Ji-ah laughs. Â
âFollow me.â Ji-ah keeps your wrist in a firm hold. âIâll transport you there safely.â
Ji-ah speaks as youâre peeing, her face in the mirror to check her makeup all the while youâre a few feet away. You met her tonight, as well, but she was comfortable enough to accompany you inside the large bathroom. She talks to you; so fast that you miss a few words - or sentences. But youâre just glad that you had to experience your first college party.
Youâre washing your hands when Ji-ah asks you. âWhat do you think of Jungkook?â
Your mind is blurry and appearing to be in slow motion, yet fast paced.Â
âHeâs cool.â you murmur to her, shaking your wet hands. âHot.â
Your eyes widen dramatically at your words and at this, Ji-ah cackles. Sheâs seated on the bathroom counter and hops off of it to stand besides you.
âI wonât tell.â she winks and lifts her index finger to her lips. âJungkook calls you good girl. Are you a virgin?â
Your cheeks redden but you shake your head.
âAh,â Ji-ah moans. âYou slut!â
Youâre taken aback by her tone. Once more, Ji-ah cackles. âIâm just kidding.â she assures. âYou reach slut status when youâre on my level.â
You blink a few times. âWhatâs slut status?â
âDepends.â Ji-ah responds. âWhat have you done sexually?â
You feel like youâre under a microscope at Ji-ahâs intense stare. âOkay. How about this,â Ji-ah leans against the counter. âIâll ask yes or no questions.â
You nod.
You havenât done a lot, Ji-ah notes, and sheâs astonished that sheâs met someone that hasnât. She notes that you had a boyfriend who you lost your virginity to back in high school, but the things youâve done with him were limited.
âSo you went down on him but he didnât do the same?â Ji-ah hisses with a head shake. âThis is why Iâm a lesbian now.â
 Ji-ah had heard you speak of your past sexual adventures and needless to say, there wasnât any adventure. Or excitement.
âYou need to live a little.â Ji-ah exclaims. âLuckily for you, you and I are going to be best friends.â
Your eyes widen at her words. You never had a best friend, as sad as it was.
âAnd I can teach you the inâs and outâs of sex.â Ji-ah places both hands on your shoulders.Â
Jungkook opened every door in sight, not bothering to apologize if someone was behind it enjoying their privacy. You were gone and he had not seen you for close to an hour. You were obviously drunk - and already being an inexperienced, shy and naive person, you were bound to be taken advantage of. You were exposed to this world and if anything happened to you, heâd be ridden with guilt.
Jungkook pushes open another door and sighs in relief before knitting his brows.Â
Ji-ah and you were both seated on the floor of the large bathroom, lips placed upon one another.
âAre you two making out?â Jungkook asks, genuinely questioning. He didnât know you were into women, yet Ji-ah also had a habit of having women in her grasp that never went that way.
You turn several shades of red and Ji-ah only giggles.Â
âI was teaching Y/N how to kiss.â Ji-ah declares. âCan you believe such a hot piece of ass has never had a good sexual experience?â
âJ-Ji-ah!â you hiss. You were already embarrassed upon having Jungkook find you in such a position. You were positive that he thought you were nothing but a loser that hasnât experienced the basic life like they had.
Jungkook flickers his eyes between you and Ji-ah. He was glad youâre okay and not (seemingly) taken advantage of. You were safe with Ji-ah and now he and you could go home before your mother found out.Â
âGood girl.â Jungkook places a hand for you to take. âLetâs go home before mother dearest comes searching for you.â
Ji-ah frowns.Â
âYou have hundreds of girls here to kiss, Ji.â Jungkook rolls his eyes once he helps you up from the bathroom floor.Â
âI was just helping out your sister.â Ji-ah scoffs. âYou men could never satisfy a woman like a woman can.â
You wish Ji-ah would shut up. Jungkook didnât need to know anything else about your sex life - or lack of.
Jungkook snickers at Ji-ah, but he turns and takes a step out the door. âStep-sister.â was all he responded to her.
You and Jungkook stumble through the door. Your mother was asleep still and that was good - not like she would have noticed. She occupied the opposite end of the estate and you and she didnât speak unless it was necessary. Still, your anxiety of her finding out lingered on your sober mind and only when you began to drink was when you felt safe.
Jungkook opens up the freezer and takes out a large tub of ice cream. He grasps two spoons from the cupboard and makes his way towards you. Opening it, he doesnât hesitate in digging his spoon in and downing it.
âDid you have fun?â Jungkook asks after the third scoff of ice-cream.Â
You nod your head, humming when the cold sweet reaches your throat. âIt was so much fun. I donât really remember it all.â you scoff. It hasnât even been a day yet and your mind is already hazy.
Jungkook chuckles. He couldnât stop thinking about you and Ji-ah and her words. You didnât look like the type to have sexual adventures - not like Ji-ah at least. But now he finds himself wondering what you did experience - he cannot imagine seeing you in such a way. You, a shy girl who blushes at everything and has to ask mother dearest for permission for nearly everything.
âWhat would mother dearest think if she found out you snuck out?â
âSheâd kill me.â you respond without missing a beat. Of course not literally, but her wrath would be insane. It would bring out her disappointment in you and thatâs not what you desired to experience.
âI see.â Jungkook places the spoon of ice cream in his mouth and swallows. âWhat if I told her?â
You freeze in your spot, eyes slowly lifting to Jungkook.
Your breath hitches.
âWhat?â you murmur.
âWhat if I told her you snuck out and got drunk?â Jungkook questions, voice deep and serious. You feel your heart beat outside your chest.Â
âWhy would you?â
You were beginning to think that Jungkook and you could form a friendship. That the two of you could be close as he and his friends were, that maybe even his friends would soon be yours.
But thatâs not what Jungkook wanted - that was never his intention.
Was his intentions were to trick you into sneaking out so he could blackmail you? To publicly embarrass you to your mother to see what she would do to you.
âI wonât tell your mother. But youâd be indebted to me.â Jungkook eats the sweet without hesitation. âAnd all debts must be paid in full.â says Jungkook with a mischievous glint in his eyes. He wouldn't tell your mother of you going against her wishes and sneaking out if you allowed him to have you the way he desired.
Of course, Jungkook wasnât an asshole. He wouldnât take advantage of you in the slightest - but he wanted you to live. He wanted to see the same woman he saw last night; the woman who laughed and danced without looking over her shoulders.
Jungkook also had no plans on telling your mother anything, but in order to see the you he saw a few hours prior, he would hold this âdebtâ over your head.
You inhale, dropping your spoon. Was Jungkook blackmailing you?
âI-I-â
âI want you to have fun and be a normal young adult. Come to more parties with me. Hang out with my friends and I. Stand up to mother dearest.â Jungkook explains. He didnât need you thinking he wanted you to offer yourself to him in exchange for loyalty. âLive your own life the way you want to and not the way she does.â
You cross your arms, ears ringing as they replayed his words over and over again.Â
You enjoyed your time at the party. Jungkookâs friends were good people and Ji-ah appeared genuine and true to herself. For the first time, you felt content with going somewhere not having to mingle and social climb - to just be yourself and have fun.
âWhat do you say, good girl?â Jungkook raises a brow. âI know you had fun tonight. Thereâs always something to do.â
You slowly exhaled the breath you were holding. Jungkookâs words were convincing and he didnât seem to be a bad person.
You nod your head in agreement and it causes Jungkook to smile. He nods his head. âGood. Starting first thing tomorrow.â he drops his spoon and claps his hand. âYou should drink some water and get some rest. You might have a hang-over tomorrow.â
A hangover was correct. You woke up with your head pounding. Details of the night before replay in your head - the little you remembered. You decided that a hot shower would have to do the trick before you swallowed any medication. You were a mess, dried up saliva on your cheeks and your eyes were puffy. Your hair was a mess, appearing more like a bird's nest than anything.
The water was hot against your skin and it was exactly what you needed. Steam surrounds the bathroom and you begin to hum low to yourself as you lather your skin with body wash.
âGood girl.â
You yelp loudly at the words. Your eyes open to find Jungkook outside the shower - a standing shower with see-through doors. You go to hide your body, but there isnât much to hide without a towel or curtain.
Jungkook is shirtless, arms crossed over his bare chest as his eyes rake your body.
âJ-J-â
Jungkook makes his way closer to you and you feel yourself ready to die. He opens the door to the shower and pushes himself inside. He takes off the sweats he wore along with his underwear and throws them aside.
You push yourself away from him, your back hitting the cold stonewall of the shower.Â
âYouâre such a beautiful, good girl.â Jungkookâs words murmur. He comes closer, his body getting just as wet as yours. âSuch an innocent girl. Tell me, are Ji-ahâs words true?â
Jungkookâs hands reach out to you. He places both of them onto your shoulders, his chest against yours. Heâs close, so close that you could feel the vibrations of his chest inhaling and exhaling.Â
âIâŠâ your throat tightens at the closeness.
âHave you ever had an orgasm, good girl?â Jungkook asks you. âHas a man ever made you cum so hard you screamed and begged them to stop?â
Jungkookâs words are dirty. You feel hot being so close to the naked man. Jungkookâs hands begin to travel down, engulfing your bare breast. His thumbs play with your nipples as his palms grope them.
âSuch lovely nipples.â Jungkook hums. âYou have such a slutty body. Good girls like you always have the sluttiest bodies.â
Jungkook brings a nipple into his mouth and sucks. You moan out, the feeling of his teeth tugging at your nipple sends shockwaves through your body.
Jungkook is moaning now. His left hand lowers to between your legs, feeling your throbbing clit. He rubs at it at an alarming pace, but you donât tell him to stop. You never felt a sensation like this before, you swear you can explode.
âGood girl.â Jungkook hisses, his fingers rubbing your clit harder. âMy good girl. Say it.â
âYour good girl.â you moan out, eyes snapping close at the feeling.Â
âGood girl.â
Good girl.
Good girl.
âGood girl!â
You snap your eyes open, jolting out of your slumber.
Jungkookâs eyes are wider at the sudden outburst.
Your throat is dry, your head is pounding and you feel a sticky feeling between your legs.
Jungkook is holding a glass of water in his hands and a bottle of medication in another. He places them down on your nightstand.Â
âI tried knocking to wake you.â Jungkook says. âBut you werenât awake. You were tossing and turning when I walked in.â
You cough.Â
DId Jungkook hear you and your wet dream of him?
You felt sick to your stomach. You were a slut - an idiot slut to have such a dream of a man you barely know. Your soon to be step-brother at that.Â
âThank you.â you murmur quietly to Jungkook. You take the water in your hands, trembling with nervousness.
âAre you okay?â Jungkook questions. âDid you have a bad dream?â
You wanted to laugh. Your dream was a bad one - as bad as a wet dream can be.
âSomething like that.â you say after you take the pills. âI feel like I've been ran over by a truck.â
Jungkook chuckles. âHangovers are always like that.â he places a hand on your forehead and you freeze. âBreakfast should cure your hangover. Ji-ah is coming over, too.â
Ji-ah. You remember the tall beauty of a friend Jungkook had.
âMaybe you and her can make out again.â Jungkook teases.
You widen your eyes in horror.
âKidding!â Jungkook laughs, eyes squinting as he does so. âIâll let you freshen up for breakfast.â
Jungkook makes his way out of your bedroom, but he stops at the doorway. âYou sure youâre okay, good girl?â he asks you.Â
You nod your head, trying to smile for reassurance but youâre sure it came out more of a grimace.Â
Jungkook nods his head back at you before walking out of your room and closing the door behind him. He would pretend - for your sake - to not know that you were moaning in your sleep, calling yourself his good girl.
Ji-ah lifts up a shirt to show you. âThis is cute.â she says and you nod.
Two months had passed since your mother and you had moved in with Joon-sik and Jungkook. You had come out of your shell more when it came to Jook-sik. He was different from your motherâs last partners. He engaged more in your and Jungkookâs lives. He assured that there was a family dinner at least once a week where heâd often asked questions.
Ji-ah and you had become closer and you saw her nearly everyday after meeting her at the party. She would come over most nights and the two of you would talk and laugh for hours until Jungkook would infiltrate the scene.
Jungkook and you had also become close as friends. Most mornings you would come out of your room and stroll down the hall to find Jungkook cooking in the large kitchen. He would have two plates - sometimes more if his friends would be attending - set down on the island. If you werenât eating dinner with your parents, he would bring in take-out and the pair of you would binge watch whatever tv show was on.
You tried to keep your mind at bay when it came to Jungkook. You couldnât control your dreams, and the wet dream you had two months prior wasnât the only one. It disgusts you each time you wake up sweating with the familiar wetness between your legs. Jungkook was attractive, of course, and that frightens you. There were too many times in which Jungkook would walk around without a shirt and it takes everything in you to not stare too long.
âHello, earth to Y/N.â Ji-ah waves a hand in front of your face. âYouâre spacing out.â
You blink a few times. Ji-ah has a handful of clothes in her arms - dresses, shirts with graphic designs and some crop tops and even the shortest shorts and skirts youâve ever seen.
âTry these on.â Ji-ah pushes the clothing into your arms.Â
âI thought these were for you?â you exclaim.Â
Ji-ah shrugs. âWe need to change up your wardrobe, Y/N. You promised.â
You sigh. You did promise that Ji-ah could add a few pieces to your wardrobe, but the amount of clothes she threw into your arms were more than a few pieces.
You and Ji-ah are the only two in the dressing room. You try on a few pieces, all in which Ji-ah forced you to do a walk and turn so she could see it fully.Â
You were growing exhausted after 30 minutes of trying clothes on. You took a seat inside the dressing room to take a quick break.
Jungkook takes a seat besides Ji-ah whoâs gently tapping her foot waiting for you to come out.Â
âJimin went to grab our tickets.â Jungkook says. âAre you two still shopping?â
Ji-ah nods. Her stomach churns and she stops tapping her foot to rub her stomach. âShopping always makes me hungry.â
Jungkook snorts. âTaeâs at the food court. If you go now youâll make it before he leaves the line.â
Ji-ah's eyes widen and within seconds sheâs strutting out of the fitting room and out of the clothing store.
The door opens and Jungkook's eyes trail up to greet you.Â
âI think this skirt is too short.â
Jungkook hums, you have not noticed him yet. Your eyes were in the mirror. You wore a skirt - a short fitted skirt that hugs your body. Your shirt was just as tight fitted with a deep v-neck cut.
âWhat do you think about-â
You turn and freeze seeing Jungkook behind you where Ji-ah should be.
âI think itâs nice.â Jungkook responds. âAre you getting it?â
You feel small under Jungkookâs gaze.Â
âI-Iâm not sure.â you respond. âItâs tooâŠâ
âTight?â Jungkook snorts. âMother dearest wouldnât approve. More reason to get it.â
Jungkook stands from the chair in the fitted room.Â
âI donât think I have anywhere to wear the clothes Ji-ah gave me to try on.â you admit with a short laugh.
Jungkook tilts his head. âI wasnât going to go,â he begins. âBut thereâs a group performing at a club. You can wear it there.â
You widen your eyes slightly. âI never-â
âBeen to a club.â Jungkook finishes your sentence. âGood girls donât go to clubs.â he teases.Â
You rolled your eyes but you were offended.Â
âI guess I can go.â you say. âAre you sure it isnâtâŠto much?â
You didnât want to be an odd one out. You werenât one to show the amount of skin, and though your mind told you that you looked hot, you still felt conscious.Â
You turn to look back into the mirror.
âYou women do that a lot. You over analyze everything until you no longer think you look good.â
Jungkook is behind you now. Your eyes connect with his in the mirror.
âDo you think you look good?â Jungkook questions.
You nod slightly.Â
âSay it.â Jungkook quips. âGain that confidence. Say âI look good.â
âI look good.â you repeat robotically and Jungkook shakes his head.Â
âSay it like you mean it!â
âI look good.â you repeat, a little louder.Â
âGood. How good do you look?â
You inhale deeply before exhaling.Â
âI lookâŠâ
Jungkook waits for your response.Â
â...hot?â
âIs that a question?â
âI look hot!â
You do, Jungkook notes, but he doesnât want to have his eyes linger on your breast in the reflection.
Jungkook's lips twitch in amusement. âThatâs it.â he nods. âThatâs my good girl.â
Those words cause you to freeze once more. Your eyes connect to Jungkookâs through the mirror. He doesnât speak, and neither do you, but the both of you know the power of his words.
You gulp, flashbacks of the wet dream of you and Jungkook in the shower.
Jungkook doesnât miss the way your thighs clench at his words, but heâs unsure what heâs doing. He didn't forget you the following morning when he came into your room. You were a moaning mess, hair disheveled and voice low and raspy. âIâm your good girl.â replays in his mind over and over again that day - so much so that he had to pump his cock in the shower to just get his cock to deflate.
Ji-ah enters the fitting room loudly, munching on a large pretzel.
Jungkook and you push away from one another.
Ji-ah watches with a raised brow as neither of you say anything. You enter the fitting room and Jungkook excuses himself.
Ji-ahâs mind wanders and slowly, a smirk forms onto her lips, ideas flashing into her mind.
Jungkook downs the shot effortlessly, eyes wandering to the club entrance. You and Ji-ah had yet to arrive and the majority of the group was already tipsy. The music is loud and the lights are flashing non-stop. He sits at the bar with Namjoon and Hoseok, both men chatting amongst the group.
âWaiting for someone?â
The voice belongs to Taehyung that is shouting over the loud music. He leans against the bar, eyes following Jungkookâs line of vision. âMaybe that sister of yours?â
Jungkook clicks his tongue. âStep-sister.â
Taehyung scoffs. âYou say that a lot.â he notes. âWould it be weird if you did call her your sister?â
Yes, it would be-Â because Jungkook doesnât constantly think about any of his family members like he does with you. You being his sister would mean he couldnât jack off to the thought of you calling yourself his good girl anymore - no matter how creepy it sounded; because technically, you were asleep. His eyes couldnât linger on the way youâd lick your lips or the slight way your breast would bounce when youâd laugh.
Damn, Jungkook was a creep. But it was only justified (slightly) because he doesn't consider you his sister.
âI met her three months ago.â Jungkook shrugs.Â
âTrue. But Y/N is always around.â Taehyung adds. âYou two hit it off quickly.â
Jungkook agrees. You were slowly coming out of your shell and made friends with his friends. Ji-ah and you were growing closer by the day and he was thankful that you didnât shut down completely with her outgoing personality.Â
But, thatâs all you and Jungkook could be - friends. He couldnât allow his desires and intrusive thoughts to take advantage of your shyness and naivety.Â
âSo you donât think of her as a sister?â Taehyung leans closer to Jungkook. âSo it would be okay for me toâŠdance with her?â
Jungkook doesnât respond for a moment. His eyes glance at Taehyung's face thatâs illuminating in the light. His eyebrows are raised, waiting for an answer.
Jungkook lowly hums to himself. Was Taehyung interested in you? Were you interested in Taehyung? Did Taehyung ever make advances on you before?
âAre you asking for my permission?â Jungkook questions. âY/N is her own person.â
Taehyung nods. âShe is. But she is also someone who you introduced to us in the guise of her being your sister.â
âStep-sister.â Jungkook murmurs.
âYes.â Taehyung rolls his eyes. âSo as your friend and she as your step-sister. Would you be alright if I danced with her?â
Jungkook wanted to say no. That you were far too innocent for the likes of a Taehyung - someone who had girls in his bedroom nearly every night and never settled for a relationship. But that would make him a hypocrite. He also brought home women from time to time and rarely thought of seeing any of them as more than a simple fuck.
âDo as you please.â Jungkook shrugs and Taehyung offers him a boxy smile.
âIâm going to talk to her now.â Taehyung points towards the door and Jungkook's throat tightens. He instantly regrets his decision to be nonchalant.
Ji-ah and you had just gotten through the door. You sported a short tight dress, stropping at your thighs. It was black as were the heels you were wearing that tied perfectly up your calf. Your hair was in a ponytail, brushed back so smooth that no flyaway would be present.
Jungkook feels his heart tighten when your eyes catch him and soon youâre strutting over to him.
You donât make it. Taehyung has gotten to you first.
âWhat do you think?â
âHuh?â
Ji-ah has taken a seat beside Jungkook and had been for the last ten minutes. She watched as Jungkook seethed as he stared at a laughing Taehyung who tried to get you to dance with him.
âDoes she look hot?â Ji-ah wiggles her eyebrows. âTook me almost an hour to get her into that dress.â
Jungkook looks away from you. âGood. I guess.â
Ji-ah sighs. âItâs okay to admit youâre attracted to her.â
Jungkookâs head snaps to Ji-ah. âWho-â
âIâm not an idiot.â Ji-ah interrupts with a wave of her hand. âThe sexual tension between the two of you are killing me. I say fuck and get it over with.â
Ji-ah was always blunt.
âYouâre insane.â Jungkook hisses.
âYouâre insane for letting Taehyung beat you to it.â Ji-ah retorts. âBut what do I know?â
Jungkook bites his lip. What did Ji-ah know? You surely talked to her about your former sex life. Have you talked to her about him? Did you have the same intrusive thoughts as he did?
âWhat do you know?â Jungkook caves and Ji-ah smirks.Â
âI know enough.â Ji-ah shrugs.
Jungkook seethes.Â
âI know our little good girl thinks youâre hot.â
Jungkooks eyes widened.
âBut sheâs far too afraid to act on her attraction.â Ji-ah groans. âIâm sure she thinks itâs taboo.â
Jungkook swallows. You thought he was hot - that was a start.Â
âThatâs all youâre getting from me. Girl code.â Ji-ah stands from her bar stool. âJimin and Taehyung are coming. Jiminâs fucked. Iâm not going to be on babysitting duty.â
Jungkook groans as a drunk Jimin sits beside him, slurring his words.Â
âItâs my turn, isnât it?â Taehyung questions, a look of sorrow on his face. Taehyung was put to be the âsoberâ one of the group tonight. Jimin was already drunk and Hoseok was close behind him. âIâm taking him home and coming back.â he curses beneath his breath at his unlucky night.
But for Jungkook, this was his lucky night. Taehyung was gone and now you wouldnât be another one of the women who he brought into his bedroom.
âGood girl.â your ears catch the voice instantly, even with the loud music. âIâm glad to see youâve made it.â
Jungkook is behind you when you turn. You smile and nod your head. âWhere has everyone gone?â
Jungkook shrugs. âJimin is done for the night and Hoseok is on his way there.â he snorts. âJi-ah is probably looking for someone to makeout with as we speak.â
Jungkook comes closer to wrap and arm around your shoulders. âShot?â
Ji-ah claps her hands together, Taehyung and Jimin huddled in the corner with her. âOkay, the first part of the plan is in motion.â
Jimin nods as does Taehyung.Â
âIâm not really sure what the plan is.â Jimin adds. All he recalls is Ji-ah texting him to act drunk and heâs done that part thus far.
âUgh, you didnât fill him in?!â Ji-ah snaps at Taehyung.
âI thought you were doing that!â Taehyung snaps back. âThis was your plan after all.â
Ji-ah sighs in frustration. It was her plan - to get you and Jungkook to hook up. If anything else blossomed after that - like a relationship or even a âfriends with benefitâ (or step-siblings with benefits) - then itâd be a win-win for the both of you. Jungkook was attracted to you, even if he would never admit it aloud. You had already admitted your attraction towards Jungkook, but your shyness and obliviousness would get you nowhere without her help.
âSheâs trying to get Kook and Y/N to fuck.â Taehyung explains vulgarly. Jimin widens his eyes. âOh.â he hums. âIs that why he was giving you death eyes earlier?â
Taehyung nods with a cackle.
âIdiots to lovers.â Ji-ah shrugs her shoulders. âTheyâll never get there without my help, of course.â
âAre you sure weâre not just interfering?â Jimin questions. âI mean, they are step-siblings who have to see their parents in a relationship.â
Ji-ah shrugs. âThey arenât related nor were they raised together as brother and sister. I say they fuck and get it out of their systems.â
Jimin nods in agreement.
âWhatâs the other part of the plan?âÂ
Plan B - get both parties tipsy - not drunk. You were looser when you had a little bit of alcohol in you. You danced freely like no one was watching and you were more social. Jungkook was already there but you needed to match his cool.
Ji-ah poured you two shots after shots until she noticed your flushed cheeks and uncontrollable laughter. That was her cue to disappear again into the corner of the room with Taehyung and Jimin.Â
âI think Hobi and Joon are actually drunk.â Jimin notes, eyes flickering to the dance floor where both men were dancing - Namjoon appearing more disorientated.
âShit.â Taehyung hisses. âIâm on sober duty.â
âPlan B is in fruition!â Ji-ah cheers. âWe can leave them be. If anything happens tonight I can pry it out of Y/N tomorrow.â
âSo thatâs it?â Jimin ponders aloud.Â
âYes. We let them do them for now.â Ji-ah takes her phone out of her crossbody purse. âIâm telling them weâre leaving to take the drunklings home. The rest is up to them.â
âI hope theyâll be okay.â you say to Jungkook after receiving the message from Ji-ah.
âThey do this all the time. Get drunk and act a fool.â Jungkook shrugs his shoulders. âIâm sorry if this isnât the night you expected.â
You shake your head. âIâm having fun!â you declare. Your eyes wander to the sea of people dancing without a care.Â
âYou should go dance.â Jungkook says. âNo one is going to be watching you like your mind tells you.â
You donât feel nervous as you once were. Your body is hot thanks to the alcohol in your system and your mind is repeating Jungkookâs words.Â
âDance with me.â you say, getting up from the stool and making your way towards the dance floor.Â
Jungkook follows you. The flashing lights illuminate your skin and he finds it difficult to take his eyes away from you. The music is energetic and itâs easy for you to follow the floor of everyone else's dance moves.Â
It was fun, you note, dancing with Jungkook. The both of you laughed as you nearly tripped on your heels and he had to catch you swiftly. You would take your hands in his and bring him closer, especially when the area became stuffed with even more people - all dancing carefree.
Youâre close to Jungkook, so close that you can smell his cologne mixed with another smell.
âYou smoke?â you shout at him and Jungkook nods hesitantly.Â
Jungkook had smoked before he came alongside Taehyung.Â
âHave you ever smoked?â Jungkook leans down to say into your ears, but he knows the answer. Mother dearest would never allow you to smoke.
You shake your head and suddenly, Jungkookâs mind wanders. âDo you want to try?â
You watch with curious eyes as Jungkook rolls the greenish purple substance onto the small paper. You and he sit on his bed as he does so. The club was long forgotten about and there wasnât a need to stay when you were offered to smoke - it felt scandalous in a way.
Jungkook brings out a lighter and passes you what he had just rolled. âYou can try first.â he says, a hint of mischief in his voice.
Youâre nervous, palms sweaty and heart pounding with excitement. Jungkook places the joint between your lips and lights it. âInhale.â
You do as youâre told, and suddenly youâre a coughing mess.
Jungkook cackles. âFirst time is rough for everyone.â he assures.
Your throat burns and itâs difficult to stop yourself from coughing. Luckily, Jungkook was preparing for this. He recalls his first time smoking and how he was sure he was going to die.Â
Jungkook hands you a water bottle that sat on his bedside table. You down the water hastily, moaning in satisfaction as it heals your throat.
âBetter?â
You nod, but your throat burns still. But youâre glad Jungkook allows you to smoke with him. You watch as Jungkook smokes, inhaling the smoke and exhaling it with ease - no coughing or choking like you had. You wonder just how long heâs been smoking for but you donât ask.Â
âWant to try again?â Jungkook passes you the joint, raising his eyebrows. âThis time try not to inhale so hard.â
You do as youâre told and youâre surprised to find that you do not end up coughing as hard as you had.
Jungkook and you take turns smoking until the joint is gone. You lay beside him on his bed, feeling euphoric and free. Your anxiety is long gone and you remain relaxed. This feeling was not the feeling you thought being high was like - and you were certain youâd want to feel this way again.Â
The bed shifts and youâre finally remembering where youâre at. You turn on your side to face Jungkook, who had already turned to face you.Â
Jungkook studies your face. Your eyes are slightly red and low. You look tired and ready to sleep at any moment but your eyes blink constantly to not do so. You were having fun - even if it was just relaxing and not doing anything in particular.Â
âIâll have to give you a new nickname.â Jungkook murmurs. âIâve corrupted your good girl image ever since we became friends.â
You giggle. âI can still be your good girl.â you say without a thought. It goes past you, but not Jungkook.Â
âMy good girl.â Jungkook hums. He likes how it sounds, but heâll blame his intoxication for now. âTell meâŠâ
You feel a hand upon your cheek and your eyes open slightly wider.Â
âIs what Ji-ah said true?â
Youâre unsure which part Jungkook is speaking of. Youâre said a lot to Ji-ah and only could imagine what sheâs told him.
âThat youâve never had a good sexual experience?â
You mentally curse at Ji-ah. You almost forgot that she had told him at Taehyungâs party.Â
You slowly nod your head. There wasnât a point in denying it. It had to be obvious - hell you never touched a drink until recently. How would you know how to pleasure a man the correct way or had a great sexual experience?
Jungkookâs thumb traces the outline of your lips. Heâs silent for a few moments, possibly pondering on his next statement.Â
âHas anyone ever touched you?â
You release a shaky breath. You want to pinch yourself to see if this was another dream, but youâre positive that you have not fallen asleep.
You shake your head.Â
Jungkook halts outlining your lips with his thumb.
âSo you donât know what cumming feels like.â Jungkook shakes his head. âAshame.â
You and Jungkook are close - so close that you can hear him breathing.Â
âHave you ever made someone cum?â
Jungkook likes you like this. You arenât shying away from him in embarrassment.
âOf course.â
You lick your lips. Youâre unsure where the two of you were going with this. This isnât a conversation you should be having with him, but itâs as though youâre paralyzed.
âHowâd you do it?â
Jungkook leans closer. âI could show you.â
You gasp lightly. The room is completely silent and still. Jungkook and you are even closer, nose touching as you and he speak.Â
âPush me away.â Jungkook commands suddenly. âIf youâre uncomfortableâŠpush me away.â
Jungkook wasnât sober, but he was coherent enough to know right from wrong. You were clearly under the influence more than him and the last thing he wanted was for you to feel as though he was taking advantage of you.
Your hand clenches Jungkook's shirt and you push your lips upon his. It causes Jungkook to flinch as if you burn him, but he doesnât dwell on his shock. He deepens the kiss, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you closer to him. He can taste a bit of alcohol on you, but he doesnât mind.Â
The kiss becomes hotter - more dominant. Your tongue dances along his and you can say you feel content. This feeling was euphoric and unreal - a feeling you never wish to end.
âLet me make you cum.â Jungkook heaves when the kiss is broken. His tone is needy - he was begging you. He wanted to feel you, to taste you. He desired to watch you cum undone because of him - for your first time.
âO-Okay.â you agree.
Jungkook and you continue to kiss. His hands trail lower and lower until they reach the hem of your dress. Your dress is already dangerously short so it doesnât take him long to reach his hand upward inside your dress and feel the cotton underwear you wore.
âMy good girlâs already wet.â Jungkook breaks the kiss to moan into your ear. Your underwear was soaked through and he hadnât gotten the chance to touch you the way he wanted yet.
Jungkook rubs his fingers against your clothed clit. He needed you to be comfortable first.
You moan, buckling your hips against his fingers. You bite your lip just as Jungkook trails kisses along your neck.Â
âIâm going to make you cum.â Jungkook nibbles into your neck, biting and sucking gently on the skin.
You feel Jungkookâs fingers dip into your underwear. He moans along with you when he touches your wet clit - how could you be this wet already? He shivers. The thought of you being this wet excites him. He ponders how it would feel if his cock rubbed against your bare pussy - how itâd feel if he fucked you into oblivion.Â
Jungkookâs fingers stroked your clit. He was becoming rougher with how he handled you. His free hand yanks your dress down so that a breast could fly it. He catches a nipple into his mouth, suckling on it like a madman. He had a desire to do so since you strolled into the club with such slutty attire.
You arch your back at the sensation. Jungkook showed your nipple no mercy, nor did he show any to your clit. He rubbed at a ferocious pace and sucked and nibbled on your breast. The scene before you felt dirty and taboo - but you didnât want him to stop. You had never felt so great in your life.
âIâm going to fuck my good girl with my fingers.â Jungkook grunts, fingers already dipping inside of you. âYouâre so wet that they fall easily inside.â
Jungkookâs dirty words mixed with his deep voice is music to your ears.
Jungkook pumps his fingers inside of you. Your pussy squelches as he does so, but he doesnât mind. The only thing on his mind right now is getting you to cum all over him.
âHow does my good girl feel?â Jungkook asks in a low whisper.
âIâŠI feel good.â you moan out. Your stomach feels tight and you feel as if youâre about to explode. âI feel something coming.â
Jungkook chuckled darkly. âYouâre about to cum.â he says to you. âLet go. Cum all over me, good girl.â
You squeeze your eyes shut. Youâre breathing heavily and Jungkook shows no signs of stopping until youâre cumming.
You do, a gush of liquid squirting out and onto Jungkookâs wrist and bed. Youâre jolting, cursing lowly under your breath all the while attempting to catch your breath.Â
Jungkook revels in the sight of you squirting all over him. You were truly a beautiful sight - so innocent and new to this life. He wants to make you cum over and over again - but there will always be a next time.
Jungkook removes his fingers from inside of you and brings them into his mouth. He licks them and sighs, wishing he could sink his cock into you right now.
âLetâs go to sleep.â you hear Jungkook say. âMy good girl looks tired after cumming so hard.â he teases but you donât have it in you to deny the slumber that consumes you.
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Into you.
summary: English is not my first language, so if you notice any mistakes I'm sorry!! story inspired by the song "Into You" by Ariana Grande, I hope you enjoy it xoxo!
Pairing: Jude Bellingham x fem reader!!
Word count: about 3,6k
The deafening sound of the crowd at Wembley still echoed in your ears as the lights went out, marking the end of your final performance on tour. It had been a resounding success. Thereâs no better feeling than hearing thousands of people singing along to your songs, feeling that genuine connection that only true artists experience on stage. However, as the music faded, the reality behind the curtain pulled you back into a world where freedom was nothing but an illusion.
Adrenaline still coursed through your body as the crew surrounded you, congratulating you on the show. But amidst the laughter and praise, your personal assistant quickly approached with a serious look and a tablet in hand.
âYou were amazing, as always,â your assistant began, though the tone of their voice hinted that the compliment came with bad news. âBut thereâs something you canât avoid. Tonightâs event. Your team needs you to attend.â
You take a deep breath. Thereâs always something. A red carpet, a charity event, a fashion show... something that reminds you that your public life never rests. But this particular event makes you more uncomfortable than others. You know that your team has arranged for you to attend with a model, one of the men the tabloids have been pairing you with for weeks. Perfect photos for the paparazzi, fabricated rumors to feed the public's curiosity.
âDoes it have to be tonight?â you ask, though you already know the answer.
âItâs important for the brand, to maintain the narrative... You know how it is,â your assistant replies with an apologetic grimace.
With a resigned sigh, you nod. You know it all too well. This isnât the first time youâve been trapped in this kind of situation, and it probably wonât be the last.
Hours later, with the glow of Wembley still fresh in your mind, you find yourself inside a black limousine, on your way to the event. Youâre dressed in an elegant purple silk outfit, characterized by its shine and smooth texture. The outfit has a sensual and glamorous style, with a cross-cut top that reveals part of your abdomen and a long, high-waisted skirt. The dark purple color adds a touch of luxury and sophistication. Your makeup and delicate jewelry, along with the violet bow tied at the back, complement the atmosphere and make you stand out at the presentation. Beside you, the model assigned to you for the nightâa tall, attractive manâmeans absolutely nothing to you. Everything is a show. And although your face shows a perfect smile, inside, you feel more and more empty.
Upon arrival, the flashes begin to light up every corner. The cameras donât stop firing. You pose hand in hand with the model, your bodies close together, simulating the intimacy that doesnât exist between you. Your laughs are rehearsed, your gestures, calculated. Itâs just another performance, but this time, the discomfort in your chest is more palpable than ever.
What people donât know, what the cameras donât show, is that Jude Bellingham is also at the event, dressed in a modern, high-fashion ensemble. The outfit includes a black suit with embroidered rose details and brand patterns. The avant-garde touch comes from the jacket he wears open, with no shirt underneath, and a white scarf wrapped around his neck. White sunglasses and sturdy black shoes complete the look, giving him an air of sophistication and modernity. Somewhere in the room, he watches the scene, battling his own instincts.
For months now, the connection between the two of you has been undeniable. Stolen moments at previous events, clandestine conversations in the shadows. Thereâs something between you that canât be faked or forced. And although both of you are trapped in the fame game, your relationship has grown in secret. Jude loves you. More than heâs willing to admit out loud.
But tonight, seeing you so close to another man, smiling for the cameras as if youâre really enjoying it, makes his stomach turn. Trent Alexander-Arnold, his teammate and friend, notices the tension in Jude as they both watch from a discreet corner.
âMan, donât get like this,â Trent whispers, trying to calm him down. âYou know how this game works. Itâs just marketing. Nothing more.â
Jude clenches his fists. He knows. He understands. But that doesnât make it any easier.
And then it happens.
As you pose for the cameras, you try to subtly pull away from the model, wanting to break the contact and end the photo session. But the man, following the marketing teamâs instructions, grabs your arm roughly, pulling you back to continue posing. The gesture is quick, but it doesnât go unnoticed. The expression of discomfort on your face is clear, and though you try to hide it, the damage is already done.
From his position, Jude feels his blood start to boil. That jerk touched you in a way he shouldnât have. Too rough. Too disrespectful.
âDid you just see that?â Jude asks through clenched teeth, staring at the model still holding your arm.
Trent notices it too and knows he has to intervene quickly.
âJude, calm down,â he says, stepping between him and the scene. âDonât do anything stupid.â
But Jude barely hears him. Every muscle in his body is tense, ready to disfigure that idiot's face. Rage blinds him, and all he can think about is protecting you. How dare he treat you like that in front of everyone?
Jude takes a step forward, but Trent grabs his arm firmly.
âNo, Jude. Not here. Not now. This will only make things worse,â his friend insists. âThink about what will happen if you cause a scene. You know it wonât end well for either of you.â
Jude breathes heavily, but little by little, reason returns to his mind. Trent is right. Causing a scene here, in the middle of all those photographers and cameras, would only complicate things further. But that doesnât mean he accepts it.
From a distance, his eyes meet yours. And in that instant, he understands that youâre fed up too. He can see it in your gaze, in the way your lips tremble slightly, holding back your frustration. Both of you are trapped in this game, and neither of you can take it anymore.
When the model finally lets go of you, you discreetly step away, walking toward a more secluded corner, pretending you need a break. Jude, still furious, watches you, making sure youâre okay.
âI promise this wonât last much longer,â Jude mutters through clenched teeth as Trent looks at him with determination. âIâll find a way to get us out of this.â
Trent nods, understanding that his friend is serious. And although the situation is complicated, Jude has always been someone who gets what he wants.
As the eventâs lights continue to shine and the cameras keep capturing perfect images, deep down, both of you know you canât keep pretending much longer.
The vibrant music and murmurs of the crowd still echo in the air, but all you can think about is the scene you just lived through. When the model grabbed your arm with that unrestrained force, a flood of emotions washed over you. You feel trapped, as if your voice, once confident, is on the verge of being drowned by the pressure of the show. As you walk away from the cameras, a desperate desire to escape the world youâve created pushes you forward.
Looking for refuge, you find an empty room at the end of a hallway. The walls are elegantly adorned, but the opulence canât distract you from your vulnerability. You sink into a chair, feeling the tears start to well up in your eyes.
âCalm down, donât cry...â you whisper to yourself, trying to keep your composure. âYou canât let this affect you.â
But the pressure of fame, the expectations, and the pain of being treated like an object overwhelm you. You hug yourself, recalling moments when youâve felt strong and secure. That image the tabloids show of you, the perfect woman, is nothing but a mirage. Itâs a constant performance, and tonight, the game has crossed a line youâre not willing to accept.
Meanwhile, Jude is elsewhere at the event, feeling his heart tighten. The anger still bubbles inside him, and despite Trentâs efforts to calm him, he canât ignore the distress he saw on your face. The protective instinct heâs always had drives him to act.
âIâm going to find her,â he announces, his voice low but firm.
Trent gives him a warning look, but Jude is already in motion, his determination pulling him toward where he knows youâve gone. Every step he takes is a reminder that heâs not going to let anyone treat you like that. The thought that any man, whoever he may be, could lay a hand on you and make you feel uncomfortable is unbearable to him.
When he finally finds you, the scene before him breaks his heart. Youâre sitting, head bowed, trying to hold back tears. Jude canât help but feel a wave of compassion wash over him. He approaches slowly, and when you look up, your eyes are filled with sadness.
âBaby...â he whispers, making his way toward you and wrapping you in his arms. âIâm here.â
The embrace is instantly comforting, a bubble of safety that seems to shield you from the outside world. You sink into his chest, feeling his warmth surround you. The pressure of your emotions begins to fade, at least a little. Jude holds you tighter, as if with that simple gesture he could erase your pain.
âI wonât let anyone treat you like that, ever,â he says, his voice thick with anger.
You feel your heart tighten in a strange way. Judeâs protective instinct is one of the things you love most about him, but it also makes you feel vulnerable. Still, at that moment, you need it. You wipe away a tear and smile weakly.
âI know... I just... I feel so overwhelmed sometimes,â you confess, your voice barely a whisper.
âYou need a break,â Jude said, brushing a strand of hair from your face. âThis world can be overwhelming, but you donât have to face it alone. Iâm here with you, and Iâll always be by your side. Always.â
You take a deep breath, feeling how his words wrap you in a warmth you havenât experienced in a long time. Fame, the spectacleâit can all be suffocating, but Jude is there, always ready to remind you of your true worth. In that embrace, you realize youâre not alone. You have someone who understands you and whoâs willing to protect you, even in a world that often seems so hostile.
âThank you, Jude,â you murmur, and your eyes shimmer with the tears youâve been holding back. âSometimes I feel like I canât take it anymore.â
âYou can always handle more than you think,â Jude says, leaning in toward you, his gaze intense. âYouâre not alone in this. You never will be.â
Jude steps back slightly, making sure youâre looking at him. His expression is serious, but thereâs a spark of determination in his eyes.
âIâm not going to let anyone make you feel like that again. I promise.â
You nod, feeling the weight on your shoulders lighten, if only a little. Jude has been your refuge, and in your heart, you know that together, you can face any storm fame throws at you.
âWe need to escape,â he says, his dark eyes shining with a mix of determination and tenderness.
You look at him, still feeling the echo of your vulnerability, but a spark of excitement runs through your body. You nod, feeling that in his company, you could find the courage to leave everything behind.
As you walk together, Jude firmly takes your hand, guiding you toward the parking lot. But when you reach a luxurious black car, you stop in your tracks.
"Hey big guy, hold on a second, I can't keep up with you in these heels!" you said with fake frustration.
"Come on baby, you have to use those heels to your advantage, with those on we can finally have a face to face conversation, even though I'm still two heads taller than you" He said in a mocking tone trying to annoy you.
"Oh, don't tell me you're going to surprise me! You finally learned to drive, Mr. Twenty-one-year-old, sir? â you ask, smiling playfully trying to divert the conversation a little by trying to make fun of him.
Jude looks at you, a little embarrassed.
âUh... no. But I can try,â he responds, with a mix of confidence and nervousness.
You get in the car, and Jude takes the wheel, his hands steady but a little shaky. When he starts the engine, the car roars to life, and he takes a turn, but the car jerks violently, making both of you burst into laughter.
âDamn it!â Jude exclaims, trying to correct the movement.
You laugh uncontrollably, feeling the tension dissipate in the atmosphere of the backseat.
âIn this context, the prince is supposed to rescue the princess by riding his horse, but...â you say, pretending to be deep in thought. âWhat happens if your âhorseâ jerks around?â
Jude grins mischievously.
âIâm supposed to be the hero here, not the princess. Iâm going to learn how to drive!â
Finally, after several laughs and a couple of attempts, he gives up.
âYou drive!â he declares with frustration.
You take the wheel between laughs, enjoying the feeling of freedom as you drive away from the event and the crowd. As the city fades behind you, a new emotion takes over: the adrenaline of escape.
When you arrive at the motel, you and Jude exchange nervous glances, holding back laughter from the adventure. As you get out of the car, a biting cold greets you, and Jude, with a protective smile, drapes his coat over your shoulders.
âI donât want you to get cold, okay?â he says, his voice soft.
Youâre overwhelmed by the gesture and smile at him, though you blush when you notice heâs left standing bare-chested, showing off his muscles in the cold London night. Judeâs tanned skin glows under the motel lights, making him look even more attractive.
âJude, thatâs not necessary,â you murmur, laughing softly.
He smiles, a mischievous spark in his eyes.
âYou think Iâm going to let you freeze while Iâm standing here âshirtlessâ? Itâs a matter of principle.â
You laugh, enjoying his boldness and the absurdity of the situation.
âYou look like a Ken doll,â you say, looking him up and down.
âA black, sexier Ken doll,â Jude replies, laughing as you wrap yourself in his oversized coat.
As you approach the reception, Jude frowns, remembering they need to keep a low profile.
âWait a second, we need to come up with something,â he says, searching through the car.
As you both rummage, Jude finds a hat he had forgotten about.
âLook!â he exclaims, pulling it out and putting it on his head. âThis should help.â
You laugh at how ridiculous he looks in the hat, but you canât resist the idea.
âAnd Iâll wear your sunglasses,â you say, searching the car and finding a pair of sunglasses Jude had left behind.
When you finally make it to the reception desk, a man in his seventies looks at you with curiosity. Jude tries to keep his composure, though he blushes a little at how ridiculous you both look.
âHi, we have a reservationâŠâ he stammers.
The receptionist, with playful smile, looks at them over closely.
âI wonât say anything about you, I knew you guys were a couple!â he assures them with a wink. His eyes gleam with complicity, as if he knows exactly who you are.
You exchange glances with Jude, trying to hold back laughter at how absurd you must seem.
âThanks, we appreciate it,â Jude says, relieved.
As you head to your room, laughing and running, the receptionist calls out again.
âBy the way, you two look adorable together. Have fun!â he says with a warm smile.
When you enter the room, Jude turns to you, a mischievous smile on his face.
âYou know what? This is way better than the party. Now weâre in âour bubble,ââ he says, spreading his arms as if inviting you into a world that belongs only to the two of you.
You walk over, laughing as you savor the moment.
âSure, as long as you donât try to drive the car again.â
The motel room is small, but its atmosphere is filled with a vibrant energy that hums in the air. You find yourself in a space that feels far removed from the world, where the worries of the outside fade away. The soft light filtering through the windows highlights your face, reflecting the smile you share with Jude, a smile born from the growing bond between you.
Jude falls onto the bed, his gaze fixed on you, while you snuggle up, keeping warm in his coat.
âHow about we do something fun?â he asks, with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
âLike what, a tickle fight?â you reply.
âNo, something more intimate,â he says, moving a little closer.
You feel the heat rise between you, a mix of laughter and nerves. Jude tilts his head toward you, getting close enough to whisper in your ear:
âDo you have any idea how much I love being here with you?â
His voice is soft, like velvet, sending a shiver down your spine. When you look at him, his eyes lock with yours, and in that moment, nothing else exists but the two of you. Jude brushes his hand across your face, gently caressing your cheek.
âEvery moment with you is special.â you murmur softly.
The romantic tension in the air intensifies as Jude smiles, savoring the closeness. He leans in a little more, and you cradle his cheeks in both hands, his lips nearly brushing your skin, but instead of a kiss, itâs a soft touch, a hint of what could be.
You both let yourselves be carried by the current of your connection. You play with the edge of the coat youâre still wearing, moving a little closer to him, feeling his warm body near yours. Jude smiles, his eyes twinkling with understanding.
âDid you know hugs are my favorite form of communication?â he says with a playful smile.
âAnd what if I give you one?â you ask, wrapping your arms around him.
Jude lets out a soft laugh, enjoying the warmth of your embrace. The way you're lying, with Jude almost on top of you but without crushing you, makes you feel completely wrapped in that hug. However, the laughter soon turns into something deeper; your bodies come closer in an embrace that feels like it could last forever. You can feel his heartbeat, and your own breathing quickens.
Suddenly, you start laughing, breaking the tension, and Jude joins in. You both sit up on the bed, still laughing, enjoying the lightness of the moment. He gently pushes you back, making you fall onto the bed, and out of nowhere, Jude bends down and starts giving quick kisses on your stomach, tickling you lightly.
âHey, thatâs not fair!â you say, still laughing as you readjust yourself.
âI never said I was a fair hero,â Jude replies, looking at you with that mix of tenderness and mischief that always makes you smile.
Then, he leans toward you, his face so close you can feel his breath. His gaze intensifies, and the outside world fades away. Jude strokes your hair gently, and you feel lost in those small gestures, those moments of intimacy that speak louder than any words.
âDo you want to play a game?â Jude suggests, breaking the silence.
âWhat kind of game?â you ask, intrigued.
âWe could play a whisper game. The first one to laugh loses,â he says, smiling mischievously.
âI accept the challenge,â you respond, smiling back.
Jude leans in, his lips almost brushing your skin, and begins whispering in your ear, soft words that make your heart race.
âBread with tomato and ham,â he says, just loud enough for only you to hear.
You try to keep a straight face, but you canât help but smile; itâs so bad that itâs funny.
âYou canât do that to me,â you say, trying to hold back your laughter.
âWhat? You donât like what youâre hearing?â Jude replies, moving even closer, his voice dripping with provocation.
âYouâre such an idiot,â you exclaim, bursting into laughter.
Jude smiles triumphantly, and the two of you dive into a sea of laughter and games. You push each other playfully, trying to keep a straight face while having fun on the bed.
Amid the laughter, Jude leans in toward you again, this time more serious, and whispers:
âSometimes, I wonder how itâs possible that we have this intense connection.â
You feel the weight of his words, and your gaze deepens.
âMaybe weâre meant to be together in some way,â you respond, feeling your heart race.
Jude smiles, knowing the night has evolved in a way neither of you had anticipated.
âItâll always be our little bubble,â he says, his eyes full of promises. "I love you with my life" He looked into your eyes in such a sincere way.
"I love you babe thank you for absolutely everything" you said kissing his nose, a very intimate gesture that meant a lot.
You both look at each other, feeling like this moment belongs to just the two of you. The touch of hands, the shared whispers, and the echoing laughter are evidence of a connection that goes beyond the physical; itâs a bond that promises something special in every gesture, every laugh, every glance. The night continues, and in your world, anything is possible.
You spend the night in soft laughter that fills the room with genuine closeness, interspersed with slow kisses and touches that say more than words ever could. You draw closer to one another, letting the silence and the rhythm of your breathing blend with the sounds of the night, as intimacy wraps around you both completely, melting into a space where time seems to stand still. Without rush or hurry, you let your bodies and gazes connect, diving into a deep, warm closeness, as if the outside world no longer existed.
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the duke and i || k. sunwoo
âïœĄđŠč°âËïœĄâ contents: duke!kim sunwoo x lady!reader, bridgerton-esque au, flirting and TENSIONNNN
âïœĄđŠč°âËïœĄâ word count: 1.1k
âïœĄđŠč°âËïœĄâ warnings: none theyâre just down bad KSJDJDJ
âïœĄđŠč°âËïœĄâ a/n: wrote this with mi amor @lixiesfreckless on a train ride lolđ€Ș we also watched season 2 of bridgerton in 24 hours earlier this week so this is 100% born of brainrot. ENJOYYYY
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Sunwoo is a gentleman, by all standards. Well-spoken, well-dressed; polite, prim and proper. Everything about the tuxedo-clad son of the duke screams elegant society. His posture, the careful grip on his flute of champagne, the subtle nods to the other respectable men in society, the way his hair is styled just-so at his eyebrows. No one would ever argue anything different at a first or second glance.
No one, except you of course.
The Sunwoo you had come to know has said, or rather, whispered words to you that cannot even be alluded to in polite society. The careful grip on his champagne flute translates rather misguidedly. Heâs certainly not so cautious in the way he eyes you, the barest hint of a smirk on his lips. And his hold on the glass is certainly not as delicate as the way he holds you.
Holds your gaze. Holds your thoughts. Holds your waist when you dance and you can barely breathe as his hands tease your lower back, like they are right now.
"Something on your mind, m'lady?" he whispers into your ear, and you curse your bloodstream for coloring your skin with the most flustered tint of cherry at his proximity.
"Just counting my steps, so that I do not tarnish your shoes, your grace," you lie, not wanting to reveal what dangerous waters your mind had wandered into.
"You jest," he smirks, looking at you sideways as he pulls you into a spin, "surely my lady has no problem keeping up with me."
Sunwoo guides you to twist around, following the careful steps of the dance with your back pressed to his chest. Your heart stumbling at the feeling of his breath on your ear, you concentrate harder to not let your feet clumsily follow suit. âIt is not a question of skill, but a question of maintaining both of our pride. There are eyes on us, maybe even that of the Queen-â
âTheir eyes do not matter.â Sunwoo murmurs, taking your hands and guiding them over your head, into a twist, before pulling you back to face him. Thereâs a gleam in his irises. âJust keep yours on me.â
Somewhat reluctantly, you follow his instruction, and a shiver runs up your spine as you finally notice how intently he's gazing at you.
In the depths of your mind, there is a voice that reasons that no one knows him quite like you do. So perhaps it is not just a dance to him, similar to how multiple dances in a row have greater meaning to the trained eye.
And just like that, the touch of your hands, although gloved, becomes charged with something indescribable, something that travels to your fingertips to your stomach, eliciting that feeling that you've only ever read of.
It is not the first time it had ever happened with him, either.
Which is why when the song ends, and the two of you quit the dance floor, your eyes linger. Far too long, especially in a place so public, because despite Sunwooâs words, there are eyes on you. But you canât help it, not when he also keeps his eyes on yours, watching you take your place to the side several paces away.
The room feels hot, and youâre not sure if itâs the crowd, exertion from dancing, or something else entirely.
And Sunwooâs eyes, never leaving your gaze, hold sparks that set you ablaze.
You need some air.
Excusing yourself quickly, you locate the nearest exit and duck through, hoping the next set of waltzing couples distracts enough that no one sees you disappear. The hallway leads you further into the estate, where you find a small room, perhaps an office or parlour, with floor to ceiling bookshelves and several pieces of furniture. The noise of the party is muffled, and youâre allowed silence to think- not that thatâs easy, even with the respite.
Because despite being in solitude, your mind is stuck on Sunwooâs hands trailing up your back and down your sides, Sunwoo's breath against your cheek, Sunwoo's voice in your ears-
Your reveries are halted by the sound of the door opening, that cursed head of dark brown hair peeking around the opening and sending your stomach into a tailspin again.
"I was wondering where you had run off to," he chuckles as he steps into the study, not understanding that you came there to essentially escape him.
"You should not be here," you suddenly say, breath coming out a little more breathless than you would have liked.
"Why not?" He clicks the door shut behind him as he surveys the room, perhaps checking for indecencies.
"Because...it's improper!"
Perfect, now you sound juvenile. In front of the only person who genuinely sees you as a lady at that.
âAre you feeling well m'lady? You're starting to sound like my mother.â
You huff, frustrated he doesnât seem to understand the unreasonable state of mind you're in. Out of habit, you raise a gloved hand to your temple, as if that will quiet your thoughts.
Sunwoo does not take this lightly however; he crosses the room in a flash, a worried look crossing his face as he notices your posture and your flushed cheeks.
"Are you quite alright?" He asks, soft voice now laden with concern as he removes his glove, and raises his bare hand to your cheek, the coolness of his fingers doing little to calm the erratic beating of your heart.
In fact, you jump slightly at his touch, and this doesn't go unnoticed by him, a remark already tumbling out of his plush lips.
"Don't appear so troubled, it is only me."
"That is precisely the problem," you exhale, nearly throwing yourself into his arms as your lips crash into his.
A muffled, maybe even surprised sound escapes his lips upon first contact, and his free hand lands upon your hip to steady the both of you. At least at first.
What was truly surprising was how his grip subtly tightened around your dress, bunching in the beading and embroidery as he holds you impossibly close to him. He moves his lips against yours, and there is where you find the reasoning for all of the flowery depictions of this embrace you had read about all these years.
You collect your restraint and pull away slightly, only to find a flustered and smiling duke staring back at you.
âWell-â he pauses, just barely catching his breath, âI would hardly call that a problem.â
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Kylian Mbappé oneshot
this was supposed to be a part 2 for when was the time for Kylian Mbappe to explode but I lost the idea somewhere, so I'd say it's more of a standalone with a few hints here and thereâŠyup warnings: smut
She was bored during the Olympics. The event was grand, beautiful and festive. So many people striding the streets, Paris was colourful and very much packed. She loved the stir, the energy, the hubbub. She was busy, there was so much work. But she was not exactly present here, checking socials in the meantime, her thoughts far and messy. His latest post popped out first thing as she opened Instagram and she sighed wondering why she started to feel something close to longing as she focused on her grumpy humour as of late. Her own desires unknown.
She wondered if thereâll be a chance to see him again, she enjoyed his presence, the sight of him, his eyes, however dangerous his gaze was endearing, she missed the way his enigmatic presence made her feel. She wondered if she might have grown some form of attachment, an infatuation even. He was electrifying, that she knew for sure. She enjoyed putting herself in front of the fire, maybe there was some masochism hiding behind it, but she was curious how fast would she burn.
And she in fact spotted him, a week later, during a fundraising gala, when she was convinced he was still enjoying his vacation - she came across some new photos posted by another media account. She was looking for her boss but she stopped in her tracks to observe him, as he was engaged in a friendly conversation with some men. Fingers nervously tapping on her little clutch bag, she was considering if she should wait for a proper moment to approach him. Many people started to gather around him, making her doubt if it was a good idea. Just as she was about to turn around to focus back on her job here, his eyes landed on her suddenly, he was saying something and there appeared a gentle smile on his lips as he recognized her. Because he did. She realised she was staring at him, he nodded gently her way, she send him a delicate smile and waved. He looked sharp, handsome, clad in very elegant black tuxedo, every element dark, even the shirt under the jacket, neatly fastened all the way up. Out of nowhere some more people blocked her sight then, so she composed herself and started to walk. In the opposite direction.
She was focused on the stage in front of her, she was counting the seats, analysing the tables and making sure no vires were peeking out from the carpet when a low voice behind her made her jump slightly.
âBonsoirâ there he was standing, his hands in the pocket of his pants, the material of his clothes looked expensive âYou look beautifulâ
She blinked at his compliment, fixing her posture, flashing him a warm smile.
âThank you, you look handsomeâ a simple pleasantry, she felt nervous âDid u have a nice vacation?â
âIt was alrightâ he shrugged not taking his eyes off of her. He was standing tall, but he seemed somehow weary âHow was your vacation?â
âBusyâ she nodded.
âI can seeâ he looked around âWhere do you sit?â
âIâm staying here. Currently Iâm making sure everything goes well with the plan. Itâs about to startâ
âRight. See you later, then, I hopeâ
She smiled back at him as he strode off to the centre of the room. That stupid pleased smile not seeming to leave her face.
The shoes were killing her, the dress suffocating her, the crowd turned more pressed and louder than from before the start of the event. She wondered where all these people came from so suddenly. The bathroom was a nice escape for some time, but she could not stay there forever. After freshening up a little she headed back, before her boss would chastise her for leaving her post. She had about a half an hour more to finish her duties. Just as she turned around the corner from the hall, she collided with something hard and swayed on her legs before she could process what has just happen. A huff leaving her mouth as she grabbed somebodyâs arms, protecting herself from falling. There was an arm around her middle, keeping her steady.
âNow youâre falling into my arms, I seeâ she looked into Kylianâs eyes, a little breathless.
A small chuckle leaving her mouth as she still clung onto him, her eyes big and round, her heart beating faster, caused by the little accident.
âTechnically I bumped onto you, Iâm sorryâ
âDonât worry about itâ he murmured and a second later she realised how close they were. She straightened up, her palms falling down his arms and she stepped away.
His hand placed on her back disappeared and she missed it already.
âShouldnât you be back there, with all these people so desperate for your attention?â she joked.
âThey started to bore me, itâs tiring to keep up with their conversations. I was looking for a way out, and for you, to be honestâ
Excitement rushed over her once again.
âYes, itâs a little bit crowded nowâ she acknowledged.
âShould we sneak out?â he looked around them as if to check if someone might be lurking in the corner.
The question surprised her. She bit her lip considering what would happen if she left now, while her boss might in fact be looking for her. She had her phone, she would call her if she was needed. Maybe sheâll forget.
She didnât suspect that they would end up in her apartment later that night. As they went out in the chilly night for a walk, she brought up the idea; she in fact lived nearby. It was an expensive area, so her apartment was a small studio in an old tenement.
âYou well organised this placeâ his voice low, sounded much deeper in such noiseless surroundings âI like itâ he took off his jacket to sit more comfortably on a little sofa in the middle of the living room.
There was ringing in her ears. She watched him a while, he seemed relaxed, no tension, no disguise. Calmness.
 âI had to separate a bit of space to arrange the bedroom. Itâs minuscule, but itâs serving itâs purposeâ
Looking for glasses she peeked his way to notice him unbuttoning the top of the black shirt he was wearing. The room was hot, she reminded herself that she has to open a window, but then the scent of his perfume hit her senses and she changed her mind quickly.
âWine?â she asked innocently and he brought his eyes back to her.
âSureâ
She sat down on the other end of the sofa, very aware of his eyes following her movements. She wondered what kind of message was sent the moment she invited him to spend some time at her place. It was a friendly time. Or she thought so.
Her dress tightened as she sat down. She took a sip of her wine, slowly realising what kind of persona she was hosting at this hour at night. In her little apartment.
âItâs a nice place, how long do you live here?â
âTwo yearsâ
âArenât you tired of Paris already? Some say it gets suffocating after a whileâ
âItâs a wondrous city. Though it can get a bit lonely after some timeâ she shared, observing his curious gaze.
âDo you have someone?â his question was unexpected but voiced out in simple curiosity.
She smiled softly at him before brining her eyes down to her glass.
âNoâ she dragged âI donât do datesâ her comment made him laugh softly.
She frowned before her face broke into another smile.
âAnd you, Monsieur MbappĂ©? I can ask you the sameâ
âI donât do datesâ he smirked, a glint in his eyes.
She could smell another wave of his scent when he moved. She adored it, the heavy tones in his perfume were alluring.
âOh, donât you?â she jested âSmells like another lieâ
âIâm too busyâ he shrugged and it was her time to laugh.
âWhat about the sex?â she voiced it out loud. Yes. She was too nosy for her own good. And honestly, she loved to poke him places.
âI can ask you the sameâ he got back at her. She blinked, biting her lip timidly.
âI manageâ she uttered bringing the glass back up to her lips.
âOh, wow, sound excitingâ
She sent him a chiding look, eyeing the amusement on his face as he examined her. She feared her lie was too much obvious. She was way too lonely, and her bed cold. And mostly because she was as well way too busy for any endeavours.
âAs weird as this might sound, the sex can turn boring and predictable at some point. Or I donât find it so compelling anymore. Or maybe I fail at choosing the partnerâ he stated confidently, she realised he opened up about a very intimate subject. But it stunned her.
âYouâre twenty-six years old. Shouldnât you enjoy it?â she questioned in surprise.
âItâs pleasant while it lasts, itâs a short moment, this quick shot of excitement but then it ends quickly and things turn uncomfortableâ
She hummed in acknowledgement and he observed her lips flex into a smirk. She considered.
âMaybe youâre rushing itâ she pointed.
âHow so?â
âIâd sayâŠâ she started carefully, wondering how to chose her next words âSex is the most intimate connection of the bodies, most importantly of the minds. It tastes the sweetest when you donât reach for the grand part at once. You want to draw it out, build the tension, the want, by engaging all your senses with touch, caress, focus on the speeding heartbeats, deepening breathing, skin heating. Itâs pleasant when the foreplay is longer than the act itself. But itâs not just about the foreplay being present, itâs about how you savour it, how you connect with the other person, how you see them experiencing it, how you build it all up. You delay the finale to the point of breakage, your limbs shaking, your head spinning. So when you reach it, the orgasm can be shattering. And the partner of your choosing have to awaken these kind of excitement for you, because if you consider it only a deed in order to reach your relief, it could turn predictable and uncomfortable, I think.â
Her eyes focused on the wall, her glass empty now. She risked to look his way and he seemed intrigued. His eyes dark, the room turned quiet.
âI donât mean that youâre a bad loverâ she stammered a little, bit embarrassed âItâs not like I know of it, itâs justâŠâ
âRelax, I didnât get it that wayâ he interrupted âIt was captivating, youâre very passionateâ
His presence here, in her little private setting and this conversation made her feel uneasy. She felt an urge to move closer to where he was seated. To whisper that she wants it all with him. Her breath stuck in her lungs when she realised, when he called her passionate. He was suffocating at this point, his big, manly figure on her little couch, his perfume. She knew how to make him feel it. And something in his face told her that he wanted her to.
She stood up reaching for the empty glasses with intention to fill it again. But he stopped her by grabbing her wrist. She knew this touch, yet this time it was gentler. His fingers glided down her skin to hold her own. He leaned back on the couch again, sitting like before, his posture relaxed, his eyes deep. She was burning.
âWhen was the last time you felt something like this?â he asked, she wanted to hear his deep voice closer to her ear.
She focused on the gentle touch, his fingers now playing softly with hers as he stared into her soul. She was afraid she wouldnât be able to speak out now, her voice locked out somewhere deep in her chest. She breathed through her lips slightly ajar.
âRight nowâ her voice much steadier than she thought.
His chest rose at her answer. He looked at their hands connected still.
âShow me, pleaseâ
Oh, God. She stood above him awkwardly for a moment after he let her hand fall back down. A gentle caress over her knuckles before he let go. Her knees weak as she took few steps back, her shaky fingers reaching the zipper of her dress. That was the moment, she was about to strip in front of him. She wanted to, badly. And the scene was powerful: him seated down, clad in finest clothes, his legs spread, his dangerous eyes drinking her in as she opened the back of her dress.
Her movements slow and delicate, her fingers keeping the straps of her dress for a moment before it fully slid down her body. His eyes followed itâs track, he didnât move, she wasnât able to read much from his face before his gaze met her own back again. In the first moment there was pure fascination and simple, almost childish like adoration in the glint in his eyes, but when he blinked it was all gone, and she could see his throat moving, ferocity in the darkness of his irises. He had all the power to break her, yet her purpose was to tame him.
She was bare, unveiled in front of him, only her most intimate place covered by a soft material of the thongs she was wearing.
âYou are heavenly beautiful. How come you donât already have all men howling at your feet?â his words surprised her, there was a bit of playfulness in his features, but honesty and admiration in his deep voice.
She chose to seduce him to the point of having him at her feet.
âWho are all these men compared to you?â she sang as she took little steps to where he was seated.
A cheeky smile broke on his face and she adored it.
âAre trying to play with my ego?â she was standing close, almost between his knees and he kept looking straight into her eyes.
âYou donât need me to, Kylianâ she whispered âEverybody knows it for a factâ after these words she turned and carefully sat down to place herself between his legs, her back facing him.
She wanted to lead him, but as soon as his warm palms rested on her waist any words died in her throat and she sighed closing her eyes, delighted by the way the energy flew between them both. The touch was sweet. He leaned into her, his breath close to her ear and cheek. The material of his clothing soft, rousing with the contact of her bare skin. His hands glided lower, caressing her hips and then her thighs. She looked down and hummed at the sight of how big they were, she felt so small.
âYou have pretty handsâ she breathed, her eyes closing on itâs own as his palms slid up and then back down on the skin there, very slowly. She savoured the closeness of his body, his touch.
âOh, you like them?â his breath hot on her skin, his words vibrating on the shell of her ear, she shivered âWhere do you want me to put them?â said gentler, into her skin.
She leaned into him, relaxing limbs pressed into his torso.
âDo you want me to fuck you with my fingers?â
A whimper almost broke out of her, but she fought it, her eyes wide open and he moved his hands higher up her hips, resting them on her stomach.
âYesâ she answered, making sure to sound composed and confident, but her voice broke a little when his fingers moved up and gently stroked her nipples. She writhed against him. He was gentle, she was close to lose her mind. He knew what to do. He was doing it perfectly.
One of his hands moved up, roaming her throat and she placed her head back on his shoulder. She was floating in his embrace, his perfume intense, he indeed was her desires impersonated. It was turning her mad. She wanted all of him, badly.
âBut we want to savour it, darling, donât we?â
Long and tender fingers reached her jaw, moving higher, butterfly touches on her lips, she let him caress them before she timidly opened her mouth. He put his thumb in her mouth and her chest fell. Her breathing deepening, she sucked on his finger but he didnât linger long, instead moved his hand back down, placing moistened digit on her nipple. Did the same thing with the other hand, his wet fingers playing so tauntingly softly with delicate buds. Her breathing sped up, he kept stimulating her, she was lightheaded. Her thighs closed on itâs own, her breathing was the most prominent sound in the room. Her spine bending, a mewl left her mouth as she could feel herself clenching around nothing.
âAh, are you in need, love? Tell meâ amusement in his voice, he enjoyed her struggling.
âPleaseâ she whined weakly, opening her thighs to bring his attention there âTouch meâ
His chest rumbled with a short laugh. Oh, he was a menace.
âYouâre a sweet thingâ
Using his hand he reached for her leg and hiked it up, wrapping it around his thigh. She anticipated. The first light touch of his fingers there made her wriggle into him. She could feel him, hard, pressed against her bum.
âSo wetâ in a low voice, her hand grasping the material of his pants, she was so patient, dying to keep up with it âYouâre giving me everything I wanted and moreâ
She moaned, the sound much surer now, freed, with no intention to hide her arousal out of abashment. He was testing her, learning how to play her body, she was louder when he was gentler with her, delicate rubs against the material of her knickers. Her hand reached behind to hold on his neck. Her backside moving against him, he hummed, content with the friction there. His thumb hooked over the band of her thongs. She hoped.
âKylianâŠâ a soft whisper âLet meâŠâ
âShould I?â few delicate pecks of his moist lips under her ear âOr should I⊠delay it?â
She cried out desperately in answer.
âHow much can you take? The nightâs still young, I should know before I make you take me in every possible way that comes to my mind till the very end of itâ his fingers finally disappearing under the material, she gasped at the contact.
âEverythingâ she breathed âIâll take everythingâ
âNow, you should be careful with such wordsâ he pushed one finger inside her, swiftly, then another, she slumped onto him knowing that sheâll be finished in no time, he worked her up so well.
She no more had any kind of control over her own body. Just few quick pushes and she came on his fingers. Breathless, yet still wanton. Her legs were weak but she was brave, after few calm breaths she turned to face him. And she realised that she opened the darkest and the most dangerous doors he kept hidden and locked. She could see it in his eyes. Absolute elation, almost obsession. And she wanted to see it unleash. Wanted for him to let it all out free. She had a wild idea in her mind.Â
She straddled him carefully, her hands wandering over his body, feeling his muscles, resting on his neck as she placed her lips near his ear.
âI mean it, you can take as much as you want, Iâm yours for the nightâ she whispered, next bringing her face closer to his, thinking about kissing him right now âHow do you want me, Kylian?â her voice even sweeter now as she looked into his eyes âDo you want me on my knees? Do you want me to put it in my mouth? I can go for hoursâ
There was a lazy smirk pulling at his cheeks. He seemed to not expect such words from her. But she wanted to keep going. She moved her hips forward to finally meet his, he grunted at the contact, she smiled in victory. He was so very ready. But they were playing their game now. He was good, she aimed to be even better.
âOr I can fuck you like thisâ and again, back and forth, dry humping him but slowly, dosing the sensations âOhâŠI would love that. You donât have to do anything. I can do everything for you, you deserve itâ she purred, her lips so close to his, almost touching.
He chuckled and his eyes closed. She weakened him, he turned spellbound.
âFucking hellâ he murmured and she moved once more against him.
She wondered who will win this game at the very end, something was telling her it will most definitely be him, even if she had her sweet little moments right now.
He was trying to catch her lips but she shun away from him, testing him, tempting him, with a fierce smirk plastered on her face. A sharp spark in his eyes and she knew he had enough. He reached with his fingers and clasped them on her jaw, bringing her closer, a little roughness to it. But the kiss was gentle, delicate, so sweet she sighed into it. He grasped her hips and pressed her hard onto him, the kiss deepening, she moaned when their tongues met. He hummed and after few moments let go of her, sitting back comfortably, his hands spread on the back of the sofa, he was smiling at the sight of her flushed state.
âGo on then, baby. On your kneesâ
Her heart jumped in her chest at the sound of his deep voice. Excitement rushed all over her and she bit her lip when pictures of the pleasure she wanted to bring out of him run through her imagination. Her ears already full of the sound of him moaning her name. She slid to the floor, her shaky fingers reaching for the top of his pants, he observed her. When her fingers caught the zipper, one of his hands already rested on her nape and she knew he would not go easy on her. Her mouth watered at the thought of him using her, fucking her mouth, forcing her to choke on it to the point of tears running down her cheeks. She knew he would win, from the very start.
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wedding gift for "dad"
I feel terrible about how things turned out for me and my son David, but there is nothing I can do now. All I can do is live the life David always wanted for himself and his husband, Andrew.
I met Andrew when he was just a little boy who used to come every afternoon to play with my son David, the two of them were inseparable so much that I came to consider Andrew as the second son I never had, the years passed, and I saw how Andrew and David became men, until that moment I never believed that there was more than friendship between them, they were always so fanatical of spending their afternoons training in the gym until long hours of the night, studying in long sleepovers that lasted all weekend week and rehearsing their choreographies for the dance club they were both enrolled in. I guess I should have seen the signs.
10 years ago while the whole family was together and David was next to him, he decided to tell us the truth, they had been secretly dating for so long that I almost choked on a mouthful of my wife's delicious meatloaf, they all seemed quite happy at that moment everyone except me.
I was so stupid back then that at that moment, I decided that the man in front of me was not my son anymore, I started treating him differently, I cut myself off from him and Andrew completely, damn it! I even felt sorry that everyone on our street knew about it before I did. I'm 59 years old, in my day all that shit was kept secret, of course there were gay people, but I never thought David would be one of them.
For the good of the family I decided to just ignore David, but when he and Andrew came to my house with an invitation to their wedding I just couldn't help myself anymore, I told David that I didn't agree with his lifestyle and if he wanted to be gay had to be done outside this house and forever, I wouldn't attend the wedding of two fagots, let alone let someone from my family know about it.
From that moment I did not see David or Andrew again, until their wedding day, I was alone at home watching the football game on television, my wife had betrayed me and left me alone to go to the wedding from David and Andrew, I drank a six pack of beers just to forget today's wedding, but while you were watching the game something strange happened, I don't know if it was the effect of the beers or maybe the strange wish that my son made, I swear that In a simple blink that I lived in slow motion I was transported from the comfortable sofa in my house to a hotel room.
I looked around surprised because my living room had become an elegant room on the twelfth floor of a hotel, believing that I was in an extremely realistic dream, I looked at my hands, they were no longer old and wrinkled, now they were firm and young, my clothes I had also changed instead of a dirty tank top that highlighted my huge belly and yellowed boxer shorts I was now dressed in a fancy tuxedo, I looked down in surprise that my belly didn't obstruct my vision to see my feet which were now in a pair in elegant black shoes.
-This must be a dreamâŠ-
I said out loud and startled by the sudden change in the tone of my voice, something seemed familiar in that voice, but I didn't know what it was, I decided to believe that I was in a lucid dream thanks to all the pain that I normally suffered in my back and on my knees they disappeared, with my long and firm fingers I held my hard and firm pectorals, even the sensations on my skin were different and for some reason my nipples were also much more sensitive.
I kept using my fingers to highlight each of my muscles, I continued down towards my chiseled abs, surprised to find myself with the hardness of my muscles instead of a grotesque round belly, I looked to the sides trying to find a mirror, so I could see myself better, and luckily I found one that was on the other side of the huge hotel room.
When I first looked at my reflection, I immediately recognized the face that was now mine.
-AHHH!!!-
Indeed, that was not my face, it was the face of my son David, I fell backwards terrified by the impact of seeing my son again and at the same time knowing that I was him, I remained silent for a whole minute making movements slowly while crawling to the mirror my eyes did not take off for a single second from the reflection in the mirror that imitated each of my movements.
As I knelt in front of the mirror, I examined my son's mature handsome face, his perfectly trimmed beard, his whitened teeth, and his hair which I had recently painted black.
-What the fuck is⊠This?-
I caressed my new face while making strange expressions with my son's face in the mirror, to verify that it was me who was there. Suddenly, from the other side of the room, the ringing of a telephone made me wake up from hypnosis in who was submerged while looking at my face.
I stood up and awkwardly walked to the phone now that I was aware of the vast difference between my obese body and the young body of my gay son.
Before I had the phone in my hands I looked at the number, immediately recognizing it was the number we had had in the house for years, less and less convinced that this was a dream, I picked up the phone and simply answered it.
-He-hello?-
For five long seconds that seemed like an eternity the phone remained silent, a hoarse and thick voice broke the silence in which we were.
-Dad are you?-
-Who speaks? David? for the love of god what's happening?-
-Oh shit! If you are the one in my body, I⊠I'm sorry, I think this is my fault.-
-David, where the hell are you? and where am i? why is this your fault?
I had to sit down for the long conversation we had that day, he doesn't know exactly what happened, he was just getting ready to go down to the reception and be on his wedding day, but it seems an unexpected gift arrived, from out of nowhere a mysterious gift appeared on the floor, it was in front of the door so I guess it was a gift from her future husband or maybe the reception had sent them something in gratitude for renting the ballroom, the gift box was simple and it only had a name on it.
From: Mr2 Swap
He thought the gift was a mistake, that it simply wasn't for him and one of the hotel workers had got the wrong room, but for some reason he couldn't leave the gift unopened, it was almost as if he was calling him .
When he finished dressing, the gift was still there and David could not resist the supernatural curiosity that invaded him, he took the gift in his hands and opened it, he was not expecting anything specific, but what the box contained surprised him, it was a simple golden ticket
"Valid for one wish"
David looked everywhere, but there were no more letters or signs of who had sent the ticket.
-A wish huh?⊠I just wish dad was here to see how I get married-
And after that we both woke up in each other's place, while there Disney was counting all this madness I looked everywhere even under the bed, but there was no ticket not even a gift box it was like after his wish was fulfilled would have vanished.
While I was still looking for some clues as to where that strange gift had gone, my wife also dressed in an elegant dress entered the room, as soon as I saw her I knew that she had to find out what had happened to me and David But the words wouldn't come out of my mouth no matter how hard I tried I couldn't say a single word about the exchange or about the real David now being drunk in my body thousands of miles from here.
-the wedding planner is waiting for you son, if you take longer on the phone, we will have to postpone dinner-
Caught by the magic of the ticket, I act exactly as David did, I took one last look in the mirror and with a smile I fixed my hair, I definitely wouldn't act like this in a situation like this, but David's personality was so dominant in to my mind that now that so much time has passed since then I can't believe that I actually married another man.
I drank a couple of drinks to ease the tension but as soon as I saw Andrew for the first time through my son's eyes it was like seeing him for the first time, he was a bit taller than me he had a lovely smile and had a body so fucking hot in that body hugging black suit that a boner formed when I kissed him in front of my family and David and Andrew's friends
I will never forget my first kiss with Andrew, his lips were firm but soft, his tongue was so wild that I was carried away by the intoxicating taste of his saliva and that slight taste of champagne, with his long and strong arms he caressed my round butt giving me a prelude to what would be my wedding night, the grip on his fingers dug into the meat of my ass like teeth, in my old life I never allowed myself to be weak, but now I enjoyed my newly husband's manipulations.
By the time the wedding ended I was drunk enough to let myself go, the real Andrew noticed my nervousness a bit, but he thought it was just the nerves before the wedding, I hadn't seen my son or Andrew in years, I knew what enough for the time we were together and for what his mother said to convince him that I was the real David.
Hours went by and it got darker and darker, when all the guests had left and me and Andrew went up to the room, the real performance began, the second we walked through the door immediately Andrew took my hands and he tossed me onto the bed like I was a wild animal I stripped naked revealing my son's years worked muscles, my heart was pounding like crazy as I watched Andrew take off his shirt in front of me, I had seen Andrew shirtless a lot of times when I was in my old body, but now it was very different.
As if they had a life of their own my hands began to adore Andrew's massive hairy pecs, I pinched those nipples that were in front of me and buried my face in the middle of his pecs, the smell was delicious, sweat, and a slight scent of champagne spilled on his shirt, Andrew seemed to be enjoying it even more than I was, his moans that must have seemed repulsive to me before now only turned me on more and more as he released one.
Andrew I can't contain myself for another second he took me by the waist and turned my body so that I was lying face down towards the bed, my legs settled as if they knew exactly what was happening, I arched my back and lifted my ass to display it in front of Andrew, this time the moans that filled the room were my own.
Andrew had plunged his face into my ass and with the same ferocity that he had desecrated my mouth he did with my anus, even though he had magically acquired the personality of my son David, all the sensations will be new to me, and my God. , what fucking incredible sensations!
As he used his tongue to please me with his strong, calloused, firm hands, he took my penis and began to masturbate it, for a straight man and I have done the old-fashioned like me all these pleasurable sensations were incredible.
But neither me nor Andrew were satisfied, Andrew stuck his tongue out of my hairy ass and slowly inserted his cock inside me, it was a painful sensation, but somehow familiar and pleasant, he fucked me so hard that day that surely we didn't let sleep to the people in the next room.
He was so drunk and so tired that day that I didn't realize when he had put me to sleep, and when I woke up to the rest of Andrew, I almost fell out of bed. Immediately, all the memories of the day before came to mind. I got out of bed as quietly as possible, took the phone and unlocked it with Andrew's face, it had 58 calls from the real David.
I changed into a pair of my son's tight revealing underwear and went into the bathroom, called David and told him everything that had happened that night, completely avoiding that Andrew and I had fornicated.
It was strange hearing my son cry in my old voice, but there was nothing I could do to comfort him, I just promised him that he would try to figure this out and not ruin his life or his new marriage.
Since that day I have been pretending to be David, every day is something new and to be honest it is exciting, thanks to my new personality I was able to fully adapt to David's gay life the new ideas did not seem disastrous to me as they would have seemed to me in my Old body, I always thought my son was a model or something, I soon found out that he and Andrew were the best strippers in the city where we now live, we had loads of money, I never thought fagots would pay so much just to see me dance, having fun, kissing and stroking my husband's cock in public.
It's been three years since then, Andrew and I have a nice house that we remodeled, a lot of savings in the bank, and we recently started an OnlyFans account as a couple, and he never suspected that she married her boyfriend's father.
Actually no one ever found out about the body swap, that's still our secret between me and David, and speaking of David we talked again after the swap, he has a hard time adjusting to his new life as a bigoted middle-aged man, all those stupid ideas that used to be in my head are now in hers but I think she's adjusting to her new gay son.
It's a bit hard to admit, but I prefer my new life, so I'll try not to open a mystery gift from Mr2 swap again.
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Can you do a marquis one shot where the reader works as a tailor/assistant/spy for the marquis but theyâre also really innocent/upbeat . As he gets to know the reader, he finds himself going from confused that theyâre so cheery to loving them as they are to corruption kink?
Thank you for your patient, anon. đ€ I hope you'll love this.
This add to a second request I recieved.
âĄïž Also cause I saw you mentioned a corruption kink, one with the marquis de framing would be fantastic đ„čâ€ïžâ€ïžâ€ïžâ€ïž
I didn't quite understand, but here is corruption kink fo you. I hope you'll love this as well.
Little dove
Marquis Vincent Bisset De Gramont Ă you (F)
Rating: Explicit
Status: Complete (one shot)
âOh, Marquis De Gramont â what a pleasure to have you here!â you exclaimed, seeing him enter your shop. You walked towards him, holding the door open and showing him your best smile. âI just got an absolutely cheeky outfit that you will love, exactly your size.â
Vincent smiled. By now he had gotten into the habit of frequenting your shop at least once a week. He didn't lack money, nor time; he loved spending a few hours on a Saturday afternoon exploring the embellished and sumptuous dresses in your shop. And most of all, he loved spending time with you.
So joyful, friendly, sweet â a little macaron. Such a lovely pastry. You were an extraordinary creature, in his eyes. He, who had seen so much death, who had held so much powerâhe looked at you and found such innocence in your gaze. It was a part of you that was impossible not to love.
He cleared his throat, with a wave of his hand he ordered his second to leave the shop, closing the door behind him and leaving the two of you alone. That was his moment of pleasure.
The first time he entered your shop, fascinated by the silk garments and elegant suits, the shiny patent leather shoes and the cashmere coats, Vincent believed that he would find the usual snooty shopkeeper who would try to raise the prices by realizing his status. But no, you were there. So excited to be able to show off your best suits and dress him up like a fucking prince. Vincent had to call two of his men and a second car to be able to load everything he had purchased and take it home. You had shaken his hand, you had thanked him, you had given him a discount (even!) and you had suggested that he come back soon; you would have been happy to have such a passionate customer in your shop. Vincent might have believed it was a matter of money... but upon returning, noticing the way your gaze lit up when it met his, he changed his mind. You had fun with him. You loved your job. You were excited, happy⊠innocent. So pure. A sweet, little pastry, in fact.
Once, arranging the collar of his shirt while he was looking at himself in the mirror, you had asked him with a certain veiled embarrassment: âMonsieur De Gramont, forgive my impudence, but I really want to ask. What is your occupation?â
He had laughed. âAre you asking me about my job?â You had blushed, you had apologized stepping back but he had turned around, taking your hand before you could move away. "No need to be embarrassed, cheri. I find your curiosity quite... charming." Your cheeks were colored the sweetest red. He had lifted your hand to his lips, leaving the ghost of a kiss on your fingers. "I am a businessman. Marquis Vincent Bisset De Gramont, at your service."
He had been absolutely lovely. And he, from that moment on, had wanted in the most perverse, craziest, most intense way, to ruin you completely.
Vincent had noticed the way you watched him, so constantly attentive to every curve of his body, the way his muscles filled your clothes, stretching the fabric, wrapping it in the most attractive way. Your intoxicating gaze devoured him, and he was dying to have your hands on him, your desperate eyes, your mouth praying for his benevolence. So submissive, and desperate. Corrupted by your own will, by the desire and pleasure that only he could have brought you.
That day, without exception, you stood behind him while he looked at himself in the mirror and admired himself. But soon, his blue eyes met yours in the reflection. He smiled.
âWhat do you think, my dear?â
You nodded, your face bright. âThat shade of red is definitely your color.â
His eyebrow rose in mock surprise. He caressed the fabric of the jacket with his fingertips, but secretly watched the way your gaze only followed his touch. Bewitching, indeed.
âI like the jacket. I love it. This scarlet is... fiery. Don't you think?â Your eyes flickered up again, and you nodded without adding anything, attempting a shy smile. "And the pants? Do I wear them well?" It was impossible not to notice the way you blushed and swallowed slowly. He bit back a satisfied grin. With his hands on the belt, he gripped it, lifting it a little. âLook at me.â
He nodded. âMaybe I should sit down, and try to feel them.â
And you looked at him. He had them so tight â you could see everything. All of it. You had to fight against your instincts and force yourself to seek his eyes again. You smiled. âI think they are perfect, monsieur.â
Vincent sat gracefully in the armchair next to him, and sighed. There was nothing innocent about his smile. And slowly, almost imperceptibly, he spread his legs. His right hand, on his thigh, went up his leg, stopped right there, so close to his â
âSweetheartâ he interrupted you, laughing loudly. You turned your eyes, deeply embarrassed and red in the face, but he seemed almost happy with your obvious reaction. âOh, don't get all shy now, my dear.â He made himself more comfortable in the armchair, spreading his legs in an almost vulgar, cheeky way. God, he loved that game. âCome on, look at me. I know you like it. I see you â the way you look at me â and I bet you're not as fragile and innocent as you want me to think, are you?â
Now you looked at him, with your mouth slightly open and your eyes large, wide and full of bewilderment, your cheeks scarlet, your voice trembling as you stammered an apology.
He shook his head, and his face darkened. âNo. I will not accept your apologyâ he hissed. He raised his finger and motioned for you to come closer. âCome here, little dove.â
He wanted you to stand between his open legs, and immediately his left hand grabbed your hip, while with his right he was already unbuttoning his trousers. He licked his lips like a lion at his delicious meal, hungry, ravenous. âKeep looking at me, don't look away, I know you like itâ he said.
And look at you, completely disarmed, dominated by that crazy and irrational desire that he wasn't offering to satisfy, on the contrary, it was fomenting your obsession. He was a fascinating man. And a very passionate one, from what you could see. Without any shame he pulled his hard length out of his trousers, stroking himself slowly, showing you all his virility, his silky skin, his intense hardness. He was perfect.
âAnd I thought you were so pure, innocentâ he whispered, with a certain satisfaction. "But now I see how wrong I was, you little pervert. You like watching me, don't you? Ma petite voyeur."
But his hand suddenly slipped between your legs, he lifted your skirt without shame, found your panties already so wet for him and smiled â he smiled, the bastard.
âI â oh, Marquis, I'm mortified. I didn't mean to ââ
âDon't you dare apologize again. I want to hear other sounds from your mouth.â
And his fingertips pressed against the little knot of nerves, right there, causing a vibration of pleasure throughout your body. If you were honest, that exposure and embarrassment only inflated your excitement.
âYou're already shaking for me.â His voice was deep, controlled. âTell me anything you want. I want to hear you pray. I know you can. Tell me, and I will satisfy your every curiosity.â
You breathed, your sigh became labored, panting. âPlease, Marquis, I...â
He laughed. His hand continued to touch his member, so hard, up and down, and you could do nothing but watch as your intimacy became wet and your hunger grew without rest. "You what, my dear? Do you want me? Is that it? Do you want my hand, my mouth?"
You nodded.
âNo â no, love. Tell me.â
You swallowed, searching for a small voice in your chest. "I want you."
âWhat do you want?â
"All of you!" his fingers moved the panties, you finally felt his touch on you. And, hungrily, they sought the little wet hole between your soft lips. You could hear the sticky sound of your arousal on his fingers.
âAgain, tell me more.â
âYour fingers, they're so â oh, oh please. Inside!â
He licked his lips. âWhat a good girl. You know your manners. But I don't want you so innocent darling, we know how dirty you really are, don't we?â
You shook your head, but you couldn't deny the truth to yourself.
âTell me you're mine, tell me how much you want me.â
On the verge of tears, humiliated and excited, you nodded. âI'm yours, all yours. I â I want you so bad.â
His fingers slipped inside you, sweet and intense, touching all those perfect spots that made you moan all your pleasure. And you closed your eyes, for a moment. He stopped.
âNu-uh, eyes on me. You like to watch. Tell me you like it.â
Yes, yes. âI love it. You are...â
âWhat? Don't be afraid. I want to hear everything.â
âPerfect. Your body, your...â
Oh, you were still so embarrassed. No, he wanted more. Vincent stood up suddenly, mistreated you hard, pushing you onto the chair. So, still dressed, he knelt over you, tickling your pussy lips with the head of his hard cock. You were dying of pleasure, and you looked at him excited and scared at the same time.
âI know you want it â say it. Tell me you're my little slut, tell me you want my hard cock inside you. Say it!â
And you cried, pleading. âI'm everything you want! Your whore, your tight cunt, your little slut â just give it to me, fuck me hard, now!â
And Vincent finally obeyed.
He fucked you, hard and deep, with an unprecedented ardor, grabbing your hair, your neck, biting your lips, spitting on your tongue.
âMore, use me!â you begged. "Yours, only yours! I love it! Fuck my cunt â my ass. Yes, spit on my tongue, and fuck me like you mean it!â
âDirty, dirty girlâ he growled. His fingers dug into your thighs. "I knew you were a slut underneath, all mine. My little voyeur, my bad, dirty girl. That's it, take it, take it all!â
The contractions of your orgasm milked his cock, every drop of his come inside you. And you panted his name, and every dirty thing, now corrupted by that pleasure and prey to a will stronger than you. Your every word was honey. He came inside you, on top of you, making you dirty inside and out.
And looking at you like this, ruined for him, Vincent understood that you were no longer the innocent, sweet girl he thought he had met the first time.
#marquis de gramont x reader#marquis de gramont#marquis vincent de gramont#vincent bisset de gramont#vincent de gramont#vincent de gramont x reader#smut
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hii penelope, how are u doing? i have a writing sugestion
slytherin boys headcanons on the yule ball season, like how they would invite reader to dance and so on
i practice dance for hobby so i thought it may be a great ideia, hopefully you'll enjoy writing this!
Yule Ball Headcannons
Mattheo Riddle:
he doesn't ask you in a grand gesture, more so like he kind of traps you against the wall in a corridor, tone dripping with honey and silk telling you he'd go mad if you don't go with him
when you agree (because of course you do) he insists on buying your dress, whatever you want (as slutty as you want because he can fight so he's not worried)
his dress robes match your dress effortlessly
some form of him is touching some form of you all night, there's never not a hand, finger, lip not touching you
he's a surprisingly good dancer, both traditionally and relaxed when the better more current music starts playing
you and him definitely leave early for some đ alone time before the others make it back to the dorms
Theodore Nott:
Theo is a shy boy at heart, especially with those he fancies (like really truly fancies)
he asks you by passing a charmed note, a cute little drawing of the two of you dancing drawn in the corner
you immediately say yes, nearly knocking him over when you jump on him after class
Theo's a little awkward on the dance floor when it comes to traditional dancing, but he does his best effort to twirl you when he should twirl you
and he's fantastic at dipping you because then he gets to kiss you passionately like the men he sees in old muggle movies that you show him
Theo takes you to the astronomy tower once you're both tired of the ball activities
hes obsessed with the way you disregard your dress and just sit on the floor, legs hanging over the edge while all the floof pools around you as you share a spliff back and forth to cap out the night
Lorenzo Berkshire:
when Lorenzo asks you, it's not a grand gesture but an incredibly sweet one
he would buy your favorite candies and probably some flowers and come up to you in your common room, he'd kneel down in front of you, tell you how beautiful you were and ask you to accompany him to the ball
you'd of course say yes (because who can deny this sweet faced boy)
and then you'd go dress shopping with Pansy who would convince you to get the perfect combination of classy and slinky for a dress
so when you come down the common room stairs wearing it Enzo's hands are immediately in front of him because there's no way you look that good (he thinks hes about to pass out)
all throughout the dance Enzo does not take his eyes off of you
he ends the night with the sweetest, longest, most passionate make out session that your brain goes fuzzy and he leaves you chasing for more
Draco Malfoy:
Draco is money; scratch that, Draco is wealth; not just wealth but generational wealth
when he asks you it isn't necessarily in person
but one day you get home from dinner and there's a large box on your bed
and when you open it you find the most beautiful dress that you have ever seen, in your exact measurements, with a hand written poem
of which at the end just says 'all my love xx D'
so when you see Draco the next day at breakfast you wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him deeply
and when he pulls back he's laughing lightly with a "so is that a yes darling"
at the dance he's similar to Mattheo, surprising you with how good of a dancer he is
and you're enjoying each other so much that you're some of the last students there and you didn't even notice until you hear the last call
Blaise Zabini:
when Blaise asks you it's with earrings in your birthstone
Blaise is elegance and silent power and it drips off him with everything he does
he pays for your dress, and your shoes, and your jewlery for the evening
at the dance he accompany's you for a few songs
but he's secure enough to let you dance with just your friends for a couple songs as well
does the gentlemanly things and asks to "cut in" before wrapping his arms around you and holding you close for a slow song
at the end of the dance is when he tells you he loves you for the first time and it makes your heart swell because you're both dressed so fancy and it makes your brain go wiley thinking about what it would be like to be married to him once you both finish school
#slytherin boys#enzo berkshire x you#blaise zabini x you#theodore nott x you#theo nott x you#draco malfoy x you#mattheo riddle x you#lorenzo berkshire x you#slytherin boys x you
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you met toji at a bar. you remember that setting very well, sometimes too well. when youâre bored, youâll sit back and think about that very night. you had just turned 20 not too long ago, and your friends had finally got the fake ids they ordered months ago. with excited giggles, they handed the ids out. youâll never forget how your heart thumped as you examined the little card that displayed lie after lie. you had never done something so illegal, something so sinister.
that night, you waited until your parents were sleeping. no, not just laying in bed and resting, but absolutely sleeping. their breathing turned heavy and their chests rose up and down slowly. their backs touched each other as if they had enough of each other, even while unconscious. with the knowledge that they were asleep, you made sure to close the luxurious door as quietly as possible. the door closed shut with a soft thud. you stood there for a second, holding your breath. you werenât sure as to what you were waiting for, but you waited.
you counted to 60 in your head four times before solidifying that they were actually asleep. your eyes crinkle as a smile adorned your lips. with newfound enthusiasm, your feet that were comforted in white lace socks pitter patter against the prime grade wood flooring. you skip into your room and close and lock the door behind you.
you grab your phone that sits on top of your nightstand.11:20 it reads. you have exactly an hour and ten minutes to get ready. youâre quick to rush into your white marbled bathroom that had soft pink enhancements sprouted throughout the room.
the walls are adorned with large, glossy white marble tiles, reflecting light and creating an illusion of spaciousness. lowered chandeliers create soft, ambient lighting, casting a gentle modern glow over the room. the room's main feature is a gleaming white marble bathtub with simple, elegant lines and a large basin that invites you to have a relaxing dip. a peaceful waterfall faucet that cascades above it softly filling the tub with warm water whenever you feel the need to soak your stresses away.
you choose to use your stand-up shower, for this occasion. the shower is fully glass, exposing everything and more. two sides or large glass panels trap you on your sides to stop the water from escaping freely. as you turn the hot water on, both the overhead shower-head and the six miniature shower-heads come to life. you take off your pink silky robe, hanging it on the nook thatâs nailed onto the wall beside your shower. you rub your body clean with soaps and exfoliators. the water plays a soft tune throughout the bathroom, the relaxing sound from the faucet merges with the sweet scents. itâs a precise routine that you do daily. scrubbing yourself until youâre absolutely sure your body is sparkling, and then stepping out of your shower with a pink fluffy towel around your body. a large white bathroom rug catches all of the spare droplets as you walk to your sink.
when youâre done with your skincare routine which includes not only your face but oiling your body down, youâre leaving your bathroom and walking into your walk-in closet. the automatic light sensors turn on, almost if it was awaiting your arrival. you choose a short light pink dress, and a pair of expensive shoes that match the shading. you gush over the cute bows that are etched onto the heel of the shoe.
time moves quickly. one minute youâre brushing your hair and inserting a clip on bow, and the next youâre quietly sneaking out through the back door. you walk to your friendâs white range rover thatâs parked three houses down.
the rest of the night is moved in little blurs. you feel like youâre sitting inside of a cinema, watching a newly released movie. the bar is full of men. and not the guys youâre used to seeing around at these little college frat parties. no, these are men with tattoos, men with beards, mens with war battles littered on their body, men who are old enough to be your dad. as you look around, you suddenly feel childish in your outfit. the women in the bar wear crop tops and little shorts that have their ass cheeks hanging out. thereâs a sense of maturity that courses through the bar, something the frat parties could never carry.
these are criminals, office men, police officers, businessmen. and suddenly thereâs a throbbing in your lower region that youâve never felt before. youâre looking around curiously as if the bar is some sort of museum that hold rare artifacts.
you look over at a table full of guys, their faces are littered with tired eyes and white beards. you accidentally make eye contact with one of the men and he winks before smirking and muttering something to his friends. they all snap their heads to you and your friends. some of them whistle while the others carry the same smirk. you should feel disgusted, guys that were possibly in the same classes with your dad, are making advances towards you. but instead the throbbing increases and a feeling of need courses through your body.
your friends make it to the bar and take your seats. a female bartender who looks to be in her mid 30s walks up to you four. she has overgrown blonde roots and various random tattoos littered all over her skin. her skin is obviously fake tanned, the exposed parts of her body are three shades darker than her head. her makeup is cakey and thereâs dark eyeshadow around her eyes creating a lazily done smokey eye look. thereâs a few facial piercings on her face as well. a dermal beside her eye, two dimple piercings, an eyebrow piercing, and when she opens her mouth to greet you all you can see the ball of a tongue piercing.
âwhat can i get for you ladies?â her voice is somewhat strained and gravelly. as she leans in, you can smell the lingering smell of cigarettes on her tongue.
âcan i have eight shots of lemon drop, please.â your friend flashes the bartender a mischievous smile.
those shots were what got the night going. you were already very tipsy after your two shots and also a half glass of tequila. your friends had scattered around the bar, having conversations amongst themselves. you watch them, thereâs envy burning in your stomach at how social theyâre able to be so easily. you take it as competition. you sway your head to the side and your eyes land on a guy whoâs sitting on the far end of the counter.
with the confidence you mustered, you walk up to him and sit in the wooden chair beside him. the chair creaks as you adjust yourself. sucking in a heavy breath, you smile at him.
âhi.â you greet him.
ââm not a perv. fuck off.â his response has you blinking rapidly in shock.
âuhm .. what? iâm-iâm of age!â you exclaim. you donât know why you feel so offended at his words. most girls wouldâve instantly stood up and walked away from his hostility, but if anything it strung you in even more.
âyeah, okay. and lemme guess, thereâs pigs out there flyinâ.â he chuckles but itâs forced, if anything.
âyou, sir, are reaaaal hostile.â you drag the word out. the alcohol in your system is fumbling with your ability to talk normally.
âgo away, little girl.â he dismisses you once again. heâs gripping his glass, with the muscles straining from his tight black shirt you wonder if heâs going to end up breaking it.
you have no idea as to why youâre so stuck on staying beside him and continuing to try. âiâll have you know,â you emphasize, making sure the word rings through his head. âi can do everything you can do. vote, pay taxes, drive, all of that.â
ânot drink, though.â he argues.
your eyebrows scrunch and suddenly youâre digging through your purse searching for that fake id. once your fingers grasp it, youâre pulling it out and slamming it on the polished wood.
âactually, i can.â you challenge. youâre sliding the card in front of him, all of your confidence powered into that one finger.
the guy goes quiet for a second, heâs reading your id. you cross your arms in victory. yeah, he doesnât have much to say now.
or so you thought. âthis shitâs faker than me claiminâ tâbe a good father.â he says, his voice tinged with disgust. he slides the card back in front of you.
âokay. whatever. âm of age, though. okay? iâm 20 and if iâm not mistaken thatâs grown.â you reply.
he finally turns, his entire body turns to look at you. lean and toned. heâs extremely built, with muscles everywhere. not to mention his waist, thatâs so so slim. heâs wearing black jeans but you donât even have to see his legs to know they match his arms. your eyes dart away his lower body to focus on his face. his face is rugged and masculine. he has sharp, angular features, including a strong jawline and high cheekbones. his green eyes are sharp and piercing as he stares down at you. you notice thereâs an attractive scar that runs through his thin lips.
âând is there a reason as tâwhy you keep botherinâ me, ms.twenty year old?â he asks sarcastically.
. Ęâ âč . ĘË . Ę
âg-gonna cum again!â you gasp. your head lays in the crook of his neck. he has one strong hand holding your head so even if you wanted to move it, you couldnât.Â
you had only had sex with one guy, ever. and he was more so on the skinnier side. you wouldn't shame him at all, he had managed to pull a few orgasms out of you. but thisäžthis was different. he was stretching you out in ways that had your mind completely fucked. your pussy is stretched and wrapped tightly around his cock as if it was made for him and him only.Â
your knees laid on both sides of his hips. you had started off riding him but he had quickly taken control when he realized how awkward you are when youâre on top. the way you stiffly jerked your hips would have resulted in absolutely no orgasms if he had let you continue. his feet were planted flat on the mattress while his other arm was wrapped around your lower back so that he could have leverage as he plowed his cock into your dripping pussy.Â
you could faintly hear the sound of police sirens through the thin motel walls. you had let the mystery man sway you to this cheap motel that looked as if it was infested with a little bit of everything. you remember the look on the receptionistâs face, a big man dressed in all black with a girl thatâs inches shorter than him right beside him. they looked suspicious until you grabbed at the guyâs hand to lead him back outside once the two of you got a key.
âfuck are you so quiet for?â his voice snaps you out of your thoughts. before you could respond his big palm is striking down on your ass, sending multiple slaps. you whimper and jerk in his hold but he doesnât let you move. âungrateful thing. should i stop?â
âno!â you sob out. âplease donât stop.â
he rubs his hand over the spot he attacked before gripping your hip and fucking up into you even harder. the sound of his balls slapping against your skin and your pussy wetting his dick even more echoed through the room. the motel bed squeaks with every movement, like an old door protesting against being opened.
your senses whirl as he abruptly hurls you onto the side of the bed. your form plunges into the worn mattress, a musical of creaking springs accompanying your fall as you land on your stomach. everything moves fast as heâs suddenly behind you and pressing cock back inside of your awaiting pussy.
âarch your back.â he grumbles. he doesnât give you time to move on your own before heâs grabbing your hips and adjusting them into the air. his sharp eyes take in your bruised pussy thatâs clenching around nothing.
he lets his leaking cockhead rub against your pussy for a few moments. he shudders when his thick pre cum mixes with your arousal, creating a beautiful canvas. youâre whining and cooing out to him, he takes note of you growing impatient and taking it upon yourself to move your hips in desperate attempts that his dick would enter you.
âdesperate girl.â he tuts before lining himself up and slamming his dick back inside of you.
you let out a deafening scream as your pussy streams out liquid. he quickly pulls out and rubs his length through the mess youâre creating.
"gooood girl. mhm cum all on m'dick. jus' like that." he coos at you. "gonna gimme some more? hm?" he asks while bracing his cock for your tight walls.
you whimper out something unintagible as you fix your arch once again. just the thought of him scolding you for not listening put a sense of uneasiness in your body. you wanted to continue being his good girl.
. Ęâ âč . ĘË . Ę
nestled in a sea of soft, spiraling sheets and flat pillows, your soft breathing created a peaceful, rhythmic lullaby in the room. your chest's soft rise and fall resembled the waves' gentle rise and fall on a calm beach. your shape was nestled into the motel bed, which provided a false sense of haven from the outer world. toji gives your body a once over. he had really done a number on you. your body is littered with bites and bruises from him gripping you too hard. and somehow through all his negligence and however rough he was with you, you continued to moan and beg for more.
he told himself he was done with one night stands. god damnit. and then here you go walking into the bar with those needy ass doe eyes. he could smell the youthfulness on you. a twenty year old prissy girl with no true understanding of how ugly the world actually is.
toji exhaled while being lost in his own world as he stood outside the dimly illuminated motel room, wisps of smoke swirling around him. the light from his cigarette flickered with every breath, highlighting his face in the shadows.
he'd be lying if he said it didn't feel good. having a fine thing begging for more of his cock, the way you gripped the sheets whenever the overstimulation got too much to deal with, your choked sobs as he brought you to a place you've probably never reached before. a smirk tugged on his lips. you made him feel young again, that's for sure.
he could feel his phone buzzing in his pocket, it's possibly his boss who has found a shady job for toji to do. usually, he would've accepted in seconds but the thought of you halted him from doing so. this motel was located in a rather dangerous location and toji would feel like shit if he was listening to the news one day and found out some criminal got to you. he decides he'll walk you to a safer area before the two of you part ways.
his heart thumps hard in chest when he realizes this is the first and last time you two would ever do something like this. he enjoyed your smart replies and the fake confidence you put up at the bar. even more so, he enjoyed the size difference between you two. he dwarfs you in every way. he was practically throwing you around like some ragdoll and you took it. you took it all and that shit is fascinating to toji.
he tilts his head back, a cloud of smoke escapes through his mouth and into the air. that wasäžfun. he decides.
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Agatha x Rio AU || Warnings: smut
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Rio had been tracking her mark for two nights now. Being a private eye in her time was easy, given that no one ever suspected a woman of anything.
She had been paid by Ralph Harkness to see if his wife had another man on the side. It was a pretty routine case for her to get. She would either get proof of her in bed with someone or of her going to a book club. She hoped for the book club, if just to avoid having some blubbering man who never treated his wife right in the first place breaking down in her office.
She had blended well into the background of Agathaâs life, situating herself as another face in the crowd. When she shopped, she was a few aisles over. When she drove, she tailed her two cars back. Now, she was parked around the corner, hidden on a fire escape in a shady neighborhood, watching Agatha through her binoculars.
While Agatha normally wore elegant dresses, she was wearing something closer to a feminine suit with suspenders and the blouse beneath it having the top few buttons undone. Her makeup and hair were flawless, her red lip drawing attention. She adjusted her suit jacket before walking down the street in wing-tipped shoes. It reminded Rio of something that Katherine Hepburn would wear. She looked both beautiful and dashing all in one.
She completely that she was at work as she watched the woman slid past the person guarding the door into what looked like a private club.
âShitâŠâ she whispered to herself, not having gotten one photo of her.
She decided to go inside. After snapping a picture of the club entrance and Agathaâs convertible, she left her camera in her own car. She made her way to the door of the club, knocking when she realized it was locked.
The door opened, revealing who she thought was a man at first, but was a very masculine woman.
âHello, Dolly,â she said with a smirk, âFirst time here?â
Rio smiled nervously, saying, âYes.â
âRelax, youâre safe here. Have fun,â she said, stepping aside to let her in.
Rio walked inside, her dark green satin dress hugging her form, falling to her knee. Her black hair swept down in a perfect wave to kiss her bare shoulders. She looked around, seeing women everywhere. They were drinking at the bar, dancing on the dance floor, and wrapped up in each other in dark cozy corners. Rio had known of places like this for certain men who lived their lives in secret, but never women.
She walked up to the bar and ordered a martini. She drank it instantly before ordering another, needing a dose of courage. She had followed others into dangerous and sordid places where she felt unsafe, but this place made her uneasy in an entirely different way.
She nursed her second martini, perched on one of the stools as a dapper woman named Syd chatted her up. She caught sight of Agatha across the room. The other woman leaned against the wall, flirting with a young, blushing blonde. As if she felt Rio watching, her eyes flicked over and found hers. Rioâs heart stopped a moment as she looked away. After a few seconds passed, she chanced another glance, finding that Agathaâs eyes were still on her.
Rio looked back at Syd, who had caught on that her attention was somewhere else.
âSorry, you were saying?â Rio said, sipping her martini.
âAgatha,â Syd said, catching her off guard.
âSyd,â said a familiar voice right behind her.
Rio just about jumped out of her skin. She was normally so calm when out on a job, but something about this woman knocked her off balance.
âTake a walk, Syd. Your girlâs looking for you,â Agatha said, nodding toward a very angry looking woman.
âShit,â Syd muttered before running over to the other woman with profuse apologies.
âSuch a dog,â Agatha said with an arched brow, âSo, I havenât seen you around here.â
Rio played with the toothpick in her drink.
âYeah⊠itâs my first time at a place like this.â
âOh! Well, welcome to the greener grass. No man in sight.â
Rio laughed and said, âThank you. It is definitely better than any nightclub Iâve been to.â
âIâm Agatha, by the way,â she said, reaching her hand out.
âVera,â she said, giving her an alias.
Agatha brought Rioïżœïżœs hand up to her lips, kissing the knuckles, leaving red lipstick behind. Her cheeks burned as she blushed, her reaction betraying her professionalism. Agatha kept her hand in hers.
âWould you like to dance?â she asked as a slow song came on.
âSure.â
Agatha led her to the dance floor. In one smooth motion, she spun Rio before pulling her in. Her hand rested on her hip and the other held Rioâs.
âSo, Vera, are you married or single?â She asked.
âSingle, of course,â she said.
âItâs not always the case here. A lot of women need to hide themselves behind a husband.â
âYou?â
âMarried. Unhappily. I hoped it would at least be peaceful, but that man is drunk most of the time.â
âOh,â Rio said, âIâm sorry. That sounds terrible.â
âIt is. I canât leave, though.â
âWhy not?â
âHe would get everything.â
âYou⊠donât have anything on him?â Rio asked, unable to turn the investigator side of herself off.
âLike what?â
âWell, if he was cheating..â
âHe would still get everything. No one would hire a divorcee either. No, I just need to outlive his liver and hope he never notices that his wife prefers the company of women,â she said.
Rio swallowed, realizing how privileged she had been to inherit the money she had to start her investigation business. Most women couldnât earn the money she did. Now, she was about to completely ruin Agathaâs situation when she had nothing to fall back on.
âWell, I hope his liver fails,â she said.
âThanks,â Agatha said with a smirk, swaying with her.
Rio pressed her cheek to hers as they danced. Her front was against Agathaâs as she was held by her. She breathed in the other womanâs expensive perfume, finding herself dizzied by it all. She had always told herself that romance was never something that mattered to her. She never felt that spark of attraction with any man. Now, she felt a rush of new emotions swirling around in her mind.
âSoâŠâ Agatha whispered, âWhy have you been following me?â
Rioâs eyes went wide as she tried to step back. Agatha tightened her hold, clicking her tongue.
âI-I donât know what you mean,â Rio replied.
Agatha turned her head, her face an inch from Rioâs.
âI suppose he hired you. For a PI, you donât lie very well. Do I make you nervous?â she asked with a cocky smile.
âI.. nâŠâ Rio stuttered before sighing, âYes. He hired me. Iâm sorry.â
A bit of worry and fear flashed in Agathaâs eyes at the confirmation. Defeat settled into her posture.
âWell, I guess Iâm going to be out on the street. No way will my parents have a homosexual daughter in their home.â
âNo,â Rio said, âAs far as Iâm concerned, I found you volunteering to help the homeless.â
âReally?â Agatha asked, stunned as a person who had never been given the benefit of the doubt.
âReally.â
âThank you, Vera.â
âItâs Rio, actually,â she said.
âRio, thatâs beautiful. Well, thank you Rio,â Agatha said, leaning in and kissing her cheek.
Rioâs blush returned, making her cheeks glow scarlet at Agathaâs touch.
âIâm sure you want to be anywhere but here, now that you donât need to follow me, but I would like to buy you another drink if youâd like,â Agatha said.
âSure,â she said, âI actually like it here⊠I mean, because itâs nice to not have men pawing at meâŠâ
âOf course, Sweetheart,â Agatha said with a smirk.
She ordered them both whiskeys and handed one to Rio.
âCheers,â she said, sipping hers.
The two talked for another hour. Agatha had Rio laughing and Rio captivated Agatha with work stories. The other people around them seemed to fall away as they only focused on one another in the crowded club.
Agatha rested her hand on Rioâs thigh as she laughed at a joke, kicking up a burst of panic within her. The entire night had been so wonderful but also so confusing.
âI should go,â Rio blurted out.
âO-Oh, okay,â Agatha said, crestfallen and retracting her hand.
âI just need to make sure I get some sleep,â she lied.
âWell, can I walk you out to your car? I mean, I already know what it looks like since Iâve seen it behind me all week.â
âI really need to work on tailing peopleâŠâ Rio said, âSure. I would like that.â
She walked outside with Agatha on the empty street, a single light illuminating the sidewalk. Agatha rested her hand on her lower back, guiding her toward the car. Rio felt more from that touch than she had from any kiss she shared with a man.
Once they reached the car, Rio turned to face her.
âThank you for the drink,â she said.
âThank you for not ratting me out,â Agatha said, âI really did enjoy your company, though.â
âI did too,â Rio said.
Rio leaned in, hugging Agatha. They held each other for a while, Agathaâs hand rubbing her back. She pulled back slightly to look into Rioâs eyes. Their noses brushed against each other. Rio felt something surrender within her. She closed the distance between them with a kiss. Agatha sucked on her lip, the kiss intensifying immediately.
Agatha pulled back, smiling with smeared lipstick, the two of their shades mixed.
âWe should go somewhere less out in the open if we are going to continue this,â Agatha said.
âMy place,â Rio said, her usual boldness finally returning to her.
âIâll follow you for once.â
The two drove their respective cars to the brownstone Rio had bought years ago after her parents passed. She led Agatha inside. The other woman pulled her in by the hand and kissed her slowly, pouring every bit of tenderness she had into it.
âBedroom?â Agatha whispered.
âHuh? OhâŠâ Rio asked, every thought having vacated itself.
She took her hand as she brought her upstairs, opening the door to her room. She turned on a lamp, turning to see Agatha stripping her jacket off. Rio walked towards her, taking her suspenders and pulling them down. She unbuttoned the rest of Agathaâs shirt while kissing her again. She felt Agatha reach around her and tug on her zipper, pulling it down to release her from her dress.
Rio was left in her stockings, garters, and brassiere. Agatha pulled back, shamelessly admiring her.
âWowâŠâ Agatha said softly.
Rio tried to avoid slouching or nervously playing with her hands. She was not used to being regarded in this way. Agatha kept her eyes on her as she stripped herself. Rio was rendered speechless in the presence of a beautiful woman naked in her bedroom.
âWowâŠâ Rio echoed.
Agatha crossed the room, cupping Rioâs cheeks in her hands. She began to lean in. Rio gripped her wrist with her hand.
âAgatha-â
âYeah?â Agatha said, her eyes still on her lips.
âIâve never..â
âBeen with a woman before, I figured,â she said.
âBeen with anyone beforeâŠâ Rio said with an air of embarrassment.
Agatha looked into her eyes, taking in the new information. She ran her thumb over her cheek.
âDo you want to stop?â she asked.
âNo⊠I just⊠thought you should know.â
âIâm glad you told me,â Agatha said with a smile, âWeâll go as slow as you want to.â
She leaned in, locking lips with Rio. She sat at the edge of the bed, pulling Rio to straddle her. She smoothly unhooked her bra, tossing it aside. Her hands cupped her breasts, earning a gasp from Rio. Sitting up, Agatha pressed her lips to her chest. She sucked on the skin beneath it and sucked hard. Rio whimpered at the delicious pain as she was marked.
Her hips rolled over Agathaâs as the more experienced woman teased and toyed with her. Her lips and teeth seemed to be everywhere, leaving love-bites wherever she could. Rio was left breathless once Agatha had claimed every available inch of her.
Agatha pulled back and looked at the flushed woman on her lap. Her lips had faded, smudged lipstick, her hair was mussed, and her eyes dilated. She looked ruined for the first time in her life and the fact that she had caused that fueled Agatha. She moved them, laying Rio down. She wanted to keep Rioâs stockings and garters on, so she elected to grip her panties, tearing the fabric. She tossed the scrap aside and kissed along Rioâs inner thigh, making her squirm.
Agatha was driving her to the edge of her sanity. She looked down at her as the other woman settled between her thighs. Rioâs mouth fell open as Agathaâs lips melted into her.
âFuck! Agatha⊠please donât stopâŠâ Rio breathed.
Agatha moaned against her. The sounds of Rioâs pleading made her hungry for her. She circled her arms around her thighs. Her tongue explored her, parting her and sliding inside. Rio let out a yelp when Agatha found a certain spot hidden inside of her. She ground her tongue against it before pulling out. She pressed her lips to her clit, licking and then sucking on it. She slid a finger into Rio, being gentle while opening her up.
Rio was already embarrassingly close to cumming once Agatha began to fuck her. She felt her heart pounding against her chest, resounding in her ears. She gripped her sheets in her fists and twisted as her body gave in. A moan tore itself from her throat as her pleasure spilled over the edge.
Her body shook as she came down from her high. Agatha kissed her way up her front to her lips. She cupped Rioâs jaw and leaned down, kissing her with her arousal on her lips.
Agatha smirked as her hand stayed between her thighs, drawing out the aftershocks while watching Rio closely. Whimpers left Rioâs lips between shaking breaths. She held the gaze from Agathaâs blue eyes as she tried and failed to regain her senses.
There was a glint of mischief in Agathaâs eye as she slid a second finger into her, moving it slowly to allow her to adjust. Rio let out a shocked moan while Agatha sped her thrusts, her thumb working over her clit. Her pleasure built on top of her previous climax, quickly rushing to a new one.
âYouâre being so good for me,â Agatha purred.
The praise washed over her, making her cunt clench around her. She felt her walls flutter around her fingers. Her breath caught, her brows bunching together as she looked into Agathaâs eyes. Agatha was left speechless at the sight of Rio cumming. She stroked her through her aftershocks again before sliding out of her.
Rio ran her hand along the length of Agathaâs side, stopping at her hip. She bit her lip before moving Agatha onto her back.
âHey, tonightâs about you. You donât need-â
âI want to,â Rio said, âJust⊠tell me what to do.â
Rio moved down between Agathaâs thighs, looking at her sex with nothing short of fear. She leaned in and ran her tongue along her slid, earning a whine from Agatha. The feeling of drawing that little bit of pleasure from her had Rio hooked. She gave her clit and cunt kitten licks, testing what worked and what didnât.
âInside⊠slide it insideâŠâ Agatha moaned.
Rio did as she was told, the taste of desire exploding on her tongue. She moved and flexed her tongue, looking for her most sensitive spots. She finally found one that made Agatha buck her hips. She gripped her hips and pinned them to keep her from moving out of reach. She felt a hand in her hair while she fucked her with her tongue. Agathaâs grip made her grind herself against the mattress. She was pulled closer, nearly being suffocated in the most delicious way. Agatha panted faster before her thighs shook and her walls collapsed around Rioâs tongue.
Once the hand in her hair loosened, Rio came up from between her legs, her lips and chin slick with arousal. Agatha cupped her face and pulled her down. She kissed and licked the remnants of her own desire from Rioâs face. Rio held her close, the two of them falling into the same breathing rhythm.
âThat was⊠thank you,â Rio whispered.
âI hope your first time was worth the wait,â Agatha murmured before capturing her lips in another kiss.
âIt definitely was. Can I⊠see you again?â Rio asked with an edge of nervousness.
âI would love that,â Agatha said, kissing her forehead, âI do need to go before Ralph wakes up.â
âRight. Him,â Rio muttered.
âTomorrow?â
âWhere?â
âIf youâre any good at your job, youâll be able to find me.â
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6 months laterâŠ
Rio had spent every moment Agatha could get away from the house with her. She fell quickly and deeply in love with the other woman. She knew she would always need her in her life.
She waited in her car with a long ranged lens, her camera aimed at a motel. A man walked out with a half-tucked shirt and a woman half his age. She leaned up and kissed him, his hand gripping her ass.
A smile broke out over Rioâs lips at the sight as she snapped a number of pictures. She drove off and met Agatha at the club.
âSo?â Agatha asked.
âYou have enough to petition for divorce,â she said.
Agatha beamed at her, nearly tackling her with a hug. The two had agreed to have Agatha move in with Rio once the divorce was granted. The two would run the business and spend their lives together. Agatha pulled Rio into a deep kiss.
âI canât believe how lucky I am,â she whispered against her lips.
âIâm the lucky one,â Rio said back.
She pulled Agatha out to the dance floor as one of their favorite love songs played. The two danced, holding one another until closing time.
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