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adonis-koo · 5 years ago

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Three’s a crowd

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Plot: (CEO AU) When your mom’s fairytale life begins to bleed over into your world you’re suddenly caught between two men and one big secret, what was suppose to be a relaxing trip soon begins to spiral out of control. All you wanted was a free vacation...

Pairing: Jungkook/Reader/Jimin, Hoseok/Reader, Taehyung/Reader,

Genre: Smut, angst, drama, angst with a happy ending

Word count: 10k

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Tags: Rough sex, body worship, spanking, hair pulling, degradation kink, daddy kink, thigh riding, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, creamiepies, vaginal fingering, oral (f receiving), dom!jungkook,

Warning ⚠️ This fic touches on drug use, alcoholism and abuse. Please read with caution if any of these things are triggers for you 🖤

Jimin had that look on his face and the way he bit his lip, you could immediately tell he was not expecting you to reject him again for dinner. It was only 6 o’clock but you didn’t want to ruin your appetite for your date. You admittedly felt excited for it. You hadn’t been on a date in over a year, having resorted to one night stands made it easier since you never had time for a relationship. Any guy who had attempted often left upset at being put on the waitlist in priorities sense you worked two jobs.

To be honest you didn’t know what to tell any of them. It’s not that you were never interested or you had side pieces. You just worked the 3rd shift at a psych ward and 1st and 2nd at a bakery leaving you with four hours of sleep on a good day. Which you didn’t want to spend awake for a movie, or a walk in the park. Especially at some god awful fancy restaurant.

You supposed it was ironic sense that was exactly where you were being took but the difference was it was an actual upper class restaurant with food that was the price of your monthly rent. Jimin didn’t know any of this though. And quite frankly you figured it was for the best, he had been persistent about getting you to atleast eat with him.

You’d admire his effort but regardless he was going to be your step brother. You couldn’t live knowing you slept with him even if it was before your parents got married. You were warming up to the idea but not enough to ever fall through with it. He sighed not looking pleased at all, eyes flashing with irritation and his smile gritty, “You really like testing my patience, don’t you sweetheart?”

You couldn’t stop the scoff from escaping your lips, was he really going to act offended you were rejecting him? “No I’d like to remind you our parents are going to get married. That’s weird, I don’t know about you but that’s really weird for me.” You replied as you crossed your arms, leaning on your door frame.

Even if he was a good lay, and you’d imagine he definitely was- it didn’t matter. Sure your integrity wasn’t high but it was still there like damn, you weren’t just gonna let this happen. Not only was it weird but it wasn’t right either, you weren’t going to potentially compromise your mom’s happiness for an orgasm you could easily get else where.

Jimin exhaled sharply through his nose looking annoyed before regaining his cool demeanor though his stiff posture didn’t surpass you as he answered, “Yes but that doesn’t make us siblings. We’re adults Y/n. Legality doesn’t mean anything except in the states eyes.”

True as that was you still didn’t quite believe it, even if your mom never found out that didn’t change that fact that once wasn’t guaranteed. You weren’t an idiot, in situations like these it was a slippery slope, first it was just one time, then a second and third. Even if it wasn’t likely your mom would find out, if she did...You’d never be able to face her again, sighing you shook your head, “Well then if that’s the case you won’t have a problem waiting sense it doesn’t matter. Goodnight Jimin.” You shut the door promptly not wanting to carry on the weird feeling conversation any longer.

Laying back down in bed you rested with what time you could. Physically you could’ve kept going but while on vacation you had the luxury of being able to rest mentally. Something you just had to muddle your way through on a regular day at work. You were able to just rejuvenate after an hour before you heard a knock on the door.

Confused as to who it was you opened it unexpectedly. A maid was holding a large box, it was black and white with a long string of ribbon tied into a bow, “For you ma’am!” She said chipperly, handing the box over as you furrowed your brows. Watching her dash off to whatever duty she had next before shutting the door.

Setting the heavy box on the bed you untied the ribbon to open it. Gaping as you saw the wine red dress you had tried on earlier that day. Who could foot that kind of bill? Remembering the 4 million dollar mark flash in your eyes as you took it out of the box accompanied by a pair of matching heels. The bottom of the box though made you huff as you looked away. Picking up the small card message: Wear it for me babygirl - JJK

Except he wasn’t referring to the dress, no he was talking about the lingerie you’d imagine he must’ve picked out for you on his own time neatly folded at the bottom. He was thoughtful you’d give him that much.

It was nearing seven and you figured you’d might as well begin getting dressed. Peeling off your lounge wear before putting on the lingerie he had requested you wear first. The satin and lace was silky and just felt expensive, briefly you wondered how much it cost. It couldn’t be that expensive could it? Holding the lacy material in question you finally shook your head in disdain. It was just as soft as it felt in your hands. The fabric didn’t dig into your skin nor did it chafe. It was a bustier styled bra, cupping your breasts sitting them up high but it suited the cheeky panties well.

Considering Jungkook’s words from earlier he seemed to take on more classic designs. His taste in lingerie however was borderline raunchy, you supposed he had to make up for it somewhere along the line. Pulling the garner belt up before attaching your black sheer stockings to them. Resting for a minute before resuming your journey to finish getting dressed. Eventually you finished up your apparel, you had kept your makeup simple, knowing you’d most likely have a long night ahead if everything went well during your date.

No less then five minutes after 8 you heard a knock. Opening the door as you clipped on your left earring. Jungkook had a hand against the door frame, looking almost predatory before smirking down at you, “Glad to see you got my gift.”

You couldn’t stop the snort from escaping your lips as you curved an eyebrow before replying, “Mhm you didn’t miss a single detail in my outfit, huh?” Knowing exactly what you meant as he grabbed ahold of your waist. Gentle but firm enough to lead you as he let his lips brush against your ear, “And you were a good girl and wore everything, right?”

Finally smirking you looked up at him, two could play this game if he really wanted to be like that. Shrugging you put on a falsely innocent expression, “Well I’m dressed, aren’t I?”

Jungkook’s eyes darkened slightly at your bratty response as his grip on your waist tightly slightly, “You wanna force me to check?” His lips brushed against your ear as he whispered, you could feel heat dripping between your thighs as a couple walked past you both as he continued, “I won’t hesitate to put you against the wall baby, they can all stare if they want, I don’t care.”

His words made your face flush and your body warm as you glanced away, unable to trust your mouth to speak as he lifted his neck back up. Gauging your reaction before snickering, “Oh that turns you on doesn’t it? The idea of people watching huh?”

You had begun to squeeze your thighs together as you took a deep breath, he was right, you did like the idea of him forcing your legs open and letting your wet cunt be on display for anyone to see, clearing your throat you decided to keep your dirty thoughts in your head as you spoke up, “Not even gonna ask how my day was? Not very gentleman like.” Trying to deflect his dirty talk as a new crowd of people had gotten off the elevator headed your way.

Jungkook looked down at you curving an eyebrow before scoffing, leaning back down against your ear as he replied lowly, “Sorry baby, but you didn’t seem like you wanted a gentleman back in that dressing room. Did you?”

Crossing your arms you look up at him sharply, not realizing the glaring pout on your lips that made him chuckle. Making you all the more huffy as you looked away. He was right, of course he was. Jungkook seemed like someone who read body language well and you must have been an open book. Getting in the empty elevator as Jungkook hit the 13th floor button.

“Did you behave like I asked?” You honestly didn’t expect him to be so blunt. He wasn’t gonna talk like this the entire night was he? You weren’t sure you were gonna last long enough for it.

Swallowing thickly you nodded, the stickiness in your panties making you shift a tad uncomfortable as you forced an answer, “Almost killed me but yeah.”

Jungkook paused for a moment judging your body language for any lies, knowing you were telling the truth he let his lips tug into a loose smile, “Good, if it makes you feel any better I’ve been suffering too. I wanted to wait for you.” It was the odd intimacy in his words that made your cheeks flair again rather then the words themselves. He had really suffered the boner just out of anticipation for tonight? “Oh out of curiosity...” you glanced up at Jungkook, watching him lick his lips as he asked, “Have you told Jimin about tonight?”

“No...?” You extended the word as you curved an eyebrow, suddenly turning to face him as you crossed your arms. Why would he ask that? And furthermore why would you tell Jimin out of anyone any of your business that went on in your bed. Watching his expression become passively sheepish at your suddenly suspicion, “Why would I tell him?”

Jungkook glanced away from you, unsure of what to say for a moment as he gathered his thoughts. Finally looking at you carefully as he shrugged, attempting to portray a casual response, “No reason. Just...be careful with him.” His eyes had such clear warning it was your turn to blink as your mouth became dry, “Not everyone is as upfront with their intentions as I am.”

What was that suppose to mean? Why did everyone speak in so cryptically? Sighing you shook your head deciding to just be blunt about this situation, “Look I’m not gonna sleep with him. Our parents are together and it’s just weird. Really weird. He can try all he wants but he isn’t gonna get anywhere.”

Jungkook only store at you for a minute, his eyes clouded with a strange sense of pity, before looking away altogether, opening his mouth as if wanting to say something but quickly closing it. As if thinking it would be better to be quiet, clearing his throat he gave a dry chuckle, resuming his charming expression as he looked back towards you, “Sorry about that, Jimin’s not really a fun topic. In my opinion atleast.”

“Well it definitely wouldn’t kill him to not always be so honest that’s for sure,” You hadn’t originally meant to voice it out loud, but you got the vague sense Jungkook and him were close friends. Or atleast that’s what it seemed like. Maybe he could shed some light on why Jimin had such duality in personality.

Chuckling Jungkook lead you out of the elevator towards the ritzy floor that appeared to be entirely there just for fine dining, “Money makes people entitled. He’s not an exception.”

Curiously you glanced at him, the air about Jungkook was difficult to read. Something you weren’t use too, most people were like an open book involuntarily. The way they held themselves, what they wore, the brands they sported. It made it almost too easy to get an idea of people’s outlook on life. Like Jimin for instance, he was like a prowling linx. He paraded around like he genuinely cared and was concerned for whoever he talked too, but those half smirks and empty eyes never slipped past you even if they only showed for a split second. His intentions were just as pathetic as his attempt to pretend he really cared.

But Jungkook? Watching him smile coolly as he addressed the waiter who had nodded, weaving you towards your table in the lowlit dining area. Every expression on his face, every move he made, it was all intentional. He said he was just blunt, but was he really? Everyone in life had an ulterior motive, that’s just how it worked. Whatever his was, he had mastered never letting it seep through his intricately placed mask.

Jungkook pulled your chair out, gesturing you lightly to sit down. Often times you’d roll your eyes at any guy who’d attempt this. You lived such an informal life it hardly seemed fitting to be treated like this. But seeing this gesture on Jungkook, it fit almost alarmingly well. Like it had just come second nature to him, regardless of social class, this was just how women should be treated. It came off surprisingly natural compared to most guys who’d fumble as if forgetting until the last second about doing gentleman gestures which often came off more cringeworthy than chivalrous.

Sitting down as he seated you, before taking his own seat across from you as you tilted your chin, raising an eyebrow as you finally spoke up, “And what about you Jungkook? If money makes people entitled, what does that make you? You can have anything you want,” pressing your lips together you gave a hum in thought, “You can have any girl you want, why bother with someone like me?”

You’d be lying if the question hadn’t nagged at the back of your mind. Not out of some sort of desperation or need for reassurance. Pragmatically speaking, you had been genuinely curious. Someone like Jungkook, he shouldn’t even be in the same room as you. Suddenly realizing how blunt you were, you puckered your lips hoping it hadn’t come across offensive as you glanced at him.

Jungkook only laughed, soft and oddly sweet as he relaxed in his chair, glancing at you with soft eyes. Not necessarily affectionate, but an odd admiration as he shrugged, “It doesn’t make me anything. In my family money was never discussed while I was growing up,” he pressed his lips together, glancing away from you for a second as his gaze faltered, “Anything we bought, anywhere we went. That was just life for me. For a long time growing up I assumed everyone lived like I did.”

You found yourself curiously tilting your head. Having not expected at him giving such a detailed response. More so at the reality of his life, “Both of your questions lead to the same answer. My father...” his eyes suddenly filled with disdain, his nose wrinkling in irritation at just the thought before closing his eyes, sighing altogether, “He’s extremely controlling. He’s always been that way. Growing up he controlled every aspect of my life. Not in the way people would assume he would.”

Pausing for a second he seemed to be gathering his thoughts in figuring out how to properly explain as the waiter appeared. Two glasses of wine in tray as he handed them out. Explaining if you had another request for a different flavor he’d be happy to serve, handing out two menus as well he disappeared.

“I’m aware, socially speaking there’s a lot of differences between us,” Jungkook continued slowly as he delicately gripped the stem of his glass as if it was a rose, glancing at the dark inky liquid as he continued, “In your world, parents are usually more forceful yeah?”

Not expecting him to glance up to meet your eyes in hope for a response, a cloud of doubt in his gaze as if he didn’t want to wrongfully assume about you. You gave a dry laugh that came out more like a scoff, “Well there’s varying degrees...” You suddenly gripped the cup of your glass tightly, your expression darkening as memories of your childhood surfaced, forcing yourself to relax as you continued, “But aren’t most parents like that? How could that be different for you?”

“Well when you’re parents are as rich as mine they have different tactics in getting what they want,” Jungkook shrugged, glancing at you again as he rested his elbow against the armrest, twirling the stem in his hand as he continued, “They controlled me, just a lot more subtly. When you have money, you can choose what school your child goes too, which families they associate with, who they’re friends are. He molded my entire childhood to fit his ideal. I didn’t even realize it until my senior year when I had met a freshman who I really got along with. My dad about blew a fuse when he found out.”

His voice betrayed a bitter tone his expression had managed to steer clear of, “That was when I realized it wasn’t about who I was talking too, it was about it being someone who was in a lower class then us. Someone who my dad looked at as just a worker bee, someone who didn’t matter. He’s a very big elitist, people who don’t level our wealth aren’t worth our time in his opinion.”

Finally managing a drink from your glass as you set it down, letting his words soak in as you finally rose your eyebrows, “And you don’t agree with that?”

Jungkook licked his lips, running a hand through his dark silk like locks as he thought for a minute, “Well I was conflicted at first. Because I didn’t understand, I grew up my entire life just assuming I was normal, sure I had noticed subtle differences with my friends. But with my dad puppeteering my entire life it was never enough for me to question it until my senior year. I disregarded his word and hung out with who I wanted too. I branched out and found people I actually got along with. That’s when I began to realize I wasn’t so normal. I’m not even close to normal. The more I hung out with my friends, let them take me to public standardized areas, their homes, everywhere the more I understood that money? Material goods, financial security, that meant a lot more to people then I ever thought it did. Some people are just greedy for it, some people genuinely struggle with it...” he licked his lips as he rambled away, his eyes in a far away place, “It was weird seeing that, it still is weird. It feels like a foreign concept to me. Maybe that does make me entitled inherently. I’ve never known a day in my life where I’ve had to struggle with security in that sense.”

Straightening his posturing he cleared his throat, as if realizing how much he rambled as he finally glanced at you, “You’re right, I can have anything I want, and any girl I want. But I want you because I’m curious,” Jungkook finally set his wine glass down as he shifted in his seat, leaning forward slightly, “You’re forbidden, something I’ve never been allowed to indulge in. When you have parents like mine I was only allowed to associate with my friends in highschool for so long before they cut it off. You’re everything I’m curious about, your way of life, your mentality, your culture. I’m curious, I’ve always been. And there’s so much of your world to experience it honestly overwhelms me at times. I don’t really know where to begin on my own.” He ended his sentence somewhat sheepishly, which let you know he was being honest.

Jungkook’s eyes looked boyish in that moment and you could tell every word he spoke he meant. You looked thoughtful as you tilted your head. You could never imagine being as sheltered as he was, but it made you wonder. What was classified as ‘your’ world? On any other occasion you would’ve scoffed, the idea it’s self almost made you feel like a science project for him to tinker with and study for the sake of his own weird sense of curiosity about the average mass of commonwealth.

But his overwhelming amount of genuineness put in his words made it difficult to feel indignant. Because his eyes, his whole demeanor while explaining was just so innocent. It was an endearing, genuine curiosity that made it so difficult to scoff at him. He really genuinely wanted to understand your way of life, it was such a foreign concept to you though. Could you even help him? How could anyone not experience life the way you had?

Well technically lots of people hadn’t, most people didn’t live the way you did, or suffer the background you had. But still your way of life, surely it couldn’t have been all that different, right? Jungkook left you alone for minute as if knowing you’d need a moment to muse his words. The silence was comforting and filled with the soft jazz that had been playing live towards the front of the room.

The waiter had come by after another few passing seconds to take your order, it wasn’t until after he left that Jungkook spoke up, “What about you though? I didn’t ask you out just to talk about myself the entire time.” He laughed causally though you could detect he seemed a bit worried he had rambled too much.

Shaking your head you grabbed the stem of your glass, twirling it as you hummed, “I don’t mind. It’s actually pretty fascinating to hear...” hearing your words you watched his eyes light up in relief, “It’s interesting to know that people can be raised so different...I guess I’m still trying to wrap my head around it...” licking your lips you glanced at him briefly before looking away hesitantly, “My life feels pretty boring compared to yours...if not rather disheartening.”

It was true, you didn’t have a manipulated and repressed childhood, nor were you drown in riches and ignorance until you one day grew up and had an epiphany there was more to life than your parents had lead on. Jungkook frowned as he spoke up, “You should never compare, just because your life wasn’t as eventful as mine doesn’t make it any lesser in value.”

Your heart for a moment felt touched by his words. But it made you curious, how could he be so open minded and soft if he had been conditioned by his father his entire life? “W-well...” you fumbled slightly as you set your wine glass down, fumbling with your fingers as you awkwardly continued, “My life isn’t glamorous and honestly, if you’re looking for a more accurate depiction of working class I’m not a very good example...”

But your words only made Jungkook look more curious as he patiently waited for you to continue. Sighing you looked around from him as you crossed your legs, resting your chin against your hand as you glanced into the crowd of people, all wearing finewear with elegant soft spoken voices. Leaving an echo of a soft murmur to fill the air that mingled with music, “Growing up was...not fun.”

You frowned prominently as you furrowed your brows, digging into your memories as you continued, “I’ve never lived a fancy or...” you frowned as if looking for the right word, “Stable life...My parents worked very hard to ensure we had a place to live even if it wasn’t much. When I was a kid I could’ve cared less. But I hadn’t realized how much of strain it had put on their relationship. Eventually my dad would get so mad he’d run off to one of the local bars and wouldn’t come back until late in the morning.”

Sighing you didn’t have the nerve to look at him as you expression finally softened, “Of course that made the strain even worse. Looking back it was pretty counter productive, they’d argue, he’d drink, they’d argue about his drinking, making him go drink more. Eventually he became unemployed and it was just my mom barely scrapping us by while he drowned his at the bottom of a bottle.” Glancing down at your lap your softened expression still glowered slightly, a bitter note in your eyes that Jungkook took attentive care to notice though you had refused to look at him, “I was forced to grown up fast, so I didn’t have much of a childhood, by the time I was fifteen I ended up dropping out of highschool to work as many hours as my job would let me to help pay for rent while saving up to move out with my mom. By the time I was nineteen one of my friends had been looking for hospital work to get experience in the field. Sense they had two openings and he wanted the company I didn’t see the harm. Working two jobs, one during the day and one at night...”

Your eyes seemed distance as you mused, looking a bit lighter then before as you glanced up at Jungkook while shrugging, “Well it’s taxing, I’m not gonna sit and lie to you about it. I rarely have time to do anything besides sleep the few hours I can manage. But I was also able to get us moved out that same year. And after years like this I’ve gotten use to it, the lack of sleep, the minimal way of life...Jimin constantly says it doesn’t take a lot to make me impressed but...”

Sighing through your nose your expression hardened, curling an eyebrow looking vaguely annoyed, “No one here seems to get it y’know? I come from nothing, I am nothing, compared to anyone in this place. I’ve work my ass off my entire life just to survive. I don’t know what the word luxury even means, and don’t get the wrong impression,” Your voice suddenly fumbled, faltering in your ranting, looking at Jungkook for a second before looking away almost worried, “I don’t want you to think I’m bitter, or jealous of anyone here. It’s just, everyone takes what they have for granted because they think it isn’t enough. It’s hard to swallow that when you live the life I do, when I know at the end of the week, I’ll just go back to my life, back to work and I’ll never see any of this again. But everyone here? They act like this is some sort of average business week. And I guess, it is for them.”

Licking your lips you sighed, closing your eyes briefly for a moment as you shifted in your seat, “Being here, feels weird. Everyone looks at me like circus show. Like it’s cute how I get so flustered by how much luxury there is here. But in reality, you’re right. The majority of the world will and never will be use to this.”

Jungkook had stayed relatively quiet as you found yourself unable to speak anymore. Suddenly feeling rather self conscious, this must’ve been how he felt after exposing so much of the personal turmoil he had suffered through with you. But in another way, it felt rather liberating, just simply telling someone about your hardship, it was easier confiding in a stranger than a friend.

Because a stranger won’t be disappointed in you, or tell you what you should have done. They will earnestly listen to your story without judgement that your friends and family would carry. Maybe that’s why he had told you so much as well.

“But it isn’t really temporary, you do know that, right Y/n?” Your head shot up at Jungkook’s soft voice, an odd amount of empathy on his face for someone so different than you. A delicious fragrance filled the air as the waiter had finally stopped by your table, setting your food out for you.

“I don’t know how you feel about it,” Jungkook looked as though he was treading on sensitive ground as he continued, “But Park is going to marry your mom. Even if you don’t actively see them it’s still going to impact your life, a lot of the strain you feel right now won’t be so heavy.”

Sighing you looked away from him, “I’m a grown women...I don’t need help. Or want it...okay maybe I do but I’m also not a slacker. Of course I’d appreciate their help but they don’t need to worry about me,” you shrugged loosely, beginning your meal as you continued, “Maybe I’m just being stubborn, my mom always said I take on too much. But I’ve lived like this my entire life, how can I just drop the only way I know how to live? I know I’ve complained a lot about my life but, I wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.”

Your words were earnest as you glanced up at Jungkook, your eyes and expression both had softened significantly as you finally let out a small laugh, a genuine smile on your lips, “Sure my life sucks and I have a dysfunctional family, but isn’t that what life’s about? No matter who you are, or where you come from, we all seem to have those problems. I might not be drowning in gucci. But I do have an apartment. And I have a bomb ass cat...” Y

our nose wrinkled as you smiled, remembering the little shit stain that curled against your neck anytime you were home to sleep, “And I have two friends who are just as dysfunctional as me. Sometimes, it’s not all about the big things in life. Sometimes,” you glanced down at the extravagant meal in front of you, smelling worthy enough to make your mouth water as you mused, “It’s the little things in life, that make life worth living, y’know?”

You had been initially a little on edge for the first date you’d be attempting in months, especially when it was with someone so different from you by nature. But you had found yourself, for the first time, in a long time, genuinely relaxed and enjoying yourself. The pitfall most guys fell into with you, was in search for a romantic partner. It wasn’t their fault, there was nothing wrong for wanting that. You just weren’t the right person they needed, you didn’t want to be settled down with commitment and shifted priority that came with a relationship. Or maybe you just hadn’t met someone you liked enough to change your mind.

Regardless more times than less they’d want to take it slow, get to know you, your life, your story and family. And finally after so much pining and unnecessary waiting they’d sleep with you. They actually didn’t, because you’d never make it past the third date before inevitably getting impatient and leaving. You liked it fast, without reason or questions. It just made life easier. And if it worked out, great and if it didn’t? No harm done.

Most guys you attracted never seemed to share the same mindset. Even going as far as horrified at the prospect of going home together on the first date. But one of your biggest ideals in a relationship was simple, he had to be good in bed. You weren’t opposed to teaching someone, but often times men had a very large and a very sensitive ego. Again you had never gotten that far to begin with. Which was why you had never had any luck from a relationship. If he was bad in bed and too prideful to learn then there was zero point in wasting your time with someone, but since most of the guys you had went out with refused to sleep with you...well you can see the problem, right?

There was something about Jungkook though, you rather liked. He was easy going but eager, just like yourself in that aspect. As if ready to jump you at any moment if you gave the word. He didn’t want to wait around and ‘get’ to know you. He was blunt in his intentions of wanting to sleep with you, admitting later to simply wanting to get to know you’re side of the coin in life. And you had no problems with that, because inherently it was all just fun and games.

An easy win win, you’d finally break your dry spell with someone you got along with, he’d be able to sate some of his curiosity about the outside world.

You could respect that. You and Jungkook had been closing that evening, laughing together at one of the stories you had been enthralled at telling, having so few friends you often only experienced anything thrilling with them, leaving you with little to no audience to ever tell it to outside your mom. And that was when it was legal atleast. Jungkook seemed rather shocked and oddly absorbed in your rather crazy stories, obviously enjoying them as he had never experienced anything close to the oddities you and you had friends had experienced.

Getting out of your seats you both had smiled with a lingering silence but he spoke up, “So about making it up to you after this morning....”

“Gonna bail on me again?” You rose your eyebrows with a teasing smile, half expecting him too. It was almost eleven and you’d imagine he was going to have a busy day tomorrow, wouldn’t anyone who lived a life like this? Something you weren’t jealous of, you were busy yes, but nowhere near on the extravaganza that was the Fifteenth Dark Ace hotel. And for that, you wouldn’t blame him, if you were that busy you’d probably bail on a date too.

“After how much of a good girl you’ve been?” Jungkook let that infamous smirk pull on his lips as he stepped closer to you closing the gap of space, forcing you to crane your neck to glanced up at him, “I’m not that mean babygirl. Wanna head up to my room?”

You licked your lips, knowing his tone of voice had come off in a way not to pressure you. After all you could have changed your mind in the few hours you had spent together, but it hadn’t. In fact it only reinforced how much you wanted this guy to pound into you, “Lead the way.” You gestured, curving an eyebrow with one of the worlds most cutest smile, not at all fitting given the scenario you were headed into.

Obviously glad to hear you wanted this just as much as him, he wasted no time to wrap an arm around your waist, leading you down the lowlit path as you glanced one last time at the stunning dining area. The crystal chandeliers that held thousands of candles in them creating such a glowing ambiance. The skilled saxophonist who played softly intertwined with the piano, and the utter divine smell of fresh baked bread that had passed by from a waiter. And- Wait was that who you thought it was? Blinking you had to do a double take back at the sea of people before your gaze had landed on a black head of hair, Jimin?

Jungkook seemed to notice your surprise as he raised a brow, looking out to where your gaze had landed before spotting Jimin as well, letting out a tiny amused chuckle before speaking, “Oh he never sleeps alone at night, don’t look so surprised Y/n. It’s just how he is.”

Watching Jimin as he smirk deviously as he gripped the girls chin, her bare back facing you with the revealing gown on but you could tell by her body language she was flustered. Still though a small indignant pang sent through your stomach, of course he only wanted to sleep with you.

Sighing you rolled your eyes as you shrugged, deciding not to care further, you weren’t that interested anyways and it’s clear Jimin was only interested in your body. Why focus on that though when someone like Jungkook was leading you to his room, “Why is he like that anyways? I mean he’s just so…”

“Dualistic? Dunno to be honest,” Jungkook shrugged, thinking for a moment before shrugging again, “I have a few theories but none seem to really peg his problem whatever it is. Money makes up his ego sure but he just has a mentality that whatever he wants he gets. Unlike me his family is considerably lower class then us. The only reason we’re childhood friends is because our dads were as well.” Jungkook rambled on as you curiously glanced at him, so the Parks really weren’t that loaded? A flash of the private jet you had not been in two days ago flashed in your mind as you felt like you had been sucker punched. If that wasn’t fucking loaded then what did that make Jungkook!?

Getting in the elevator he finally concluded as he shrugged, “Honestly, I know you said you weren’t interested in him but I’m being serious Y/n. He’s like a predator, when he wants someone, he won’t give up. Be careful.” And there it was again, that crypticness from earlier.

Confused you tilted your head before shaking it. He kept warning you but nothing had really warranted anything for it, sure Jimin was an attractive man but that’s all he really had going for him in your opinion, it wasn’t like you naturally got along with him, “Okay, if he really is into me as much as you say…Why are you doing this?” You gestured your hand between you both, “With me?”

Jungkook took a moment to contemplate your words looking rather sheepish, as if being caught in the act before his brows furrowed in thought. Finally he shrugged loosely, that smirk curling back on his lips as he replied, “Because I think it’s fun taking what Jimin can’t get. He’s such a sore loser it’s honestly hilarious…which is why you should probably keep this between us.” He pressed his lips together, whatever pride he had on his face loosened as he glanced at you almost worried briefly.

“Well the good news is I wasn’t intending on telling him about who I’ve slept with,” You laughed lightly, not wanting whatever seemed to be disturbing Jungkook to get him too worried, “Besides you have nothing to worry about, I’ve survived campus fuckboys of all different sorts. This isn’t any different I can promise you.”

“What about me?” Your mouth gaped at the unexpected coil of smug in his tone as he pulled you closer to him, dragging his lips against the shell of your ear as he murmured, “I’m not a fuckboy to you, am I?”

Your breath had hitched slightly at the warmth of his lips and the grip of his hands against your waist, you could’ve sworn you had heard his heartbeat with his hot breath so close to you, “No,” Suddenly feeling the overwhelming desire to be a brat even though you knew the consequences, “I couldn’t even think you’re a fuckboy. You’re like a cute little bunny!” You suddenly spun around, booping that cute little curved tip of his nose as you grinned playfully.

Suddenly giggling loudly at his drop in expression looking dumbfounded at what you had just done, “See! Maximum cuteness! You’re too adorable to be a fuckboy I don’t make the rules Kooky.” You pinched his cheeks as your grin widened, finally provoking him to grab your wrists as his brows furrowed.

Licking his lips and despite trying to look sexy it had the opposite effect, maybe it was the wine but he just looked so damn adorable trying to be alpha like, “You must really liked that punishment huh?” He curved an eyebrow, his eyes had darkened considerably and his tone of voice had deepened, finally achieving the aura he had been looking for, “We haven’t even got to my room yet and you already wanna test me baby?”

Pressing your tongue against your cheek you backed off slightly, while punishment was enjoyable you had been promised reward tonight and you weren’t gonna throw that away, “No,” you shook your head with false innocence as you contained yourself, “I’m daddy’s good girl- No I’m daddy’s best girl.” You corrected yourself patronizingly and you were surprised he hadn’t pushed you against the wall to spank you in that moment as he crossed his arms looking less than impressed, making you snicker nervously. Fumbling with your fingers as you cleared your throat, “I’ll behave.”

Sighing Jungkook shook his head, letting his disapproving gaze softened slightly, “You’re lucky I’m in a forgiving mood tonight, you really enjoy teasing me don’t you?”

He stepped closer again, as if daring you to continue as you impishly smiled, glancing away as you fiddled with your hair, knowing if you ignored the question you’d be punished, and if you answered the wrong way you’d still be punished, “Is it really a good time in bed if there isn’t a little bit of banter? There’s nothing more fun than making a dom feel the need to prove himself even when he knows he doesn’t have too.”

“Is that what this is about?” Jungkook almost looked amused as he grabbed your chin delicately, making you look at him as he leaned down wolfishly, “You want me to prove my dominance babygirl? Careful what you wish for.”

The door had dinged open, having finished its journey as Jungkook turned to face the entrance, briefly smirking while he wasn’t looking, gotcha. No punishment tonight, you were what the kids called a crafty sub, you knew just the right thing to say to get what you wanted. On the rare occasion you could watch your mouth.

Leading you back to his room the door clicked shut with a finality, knowing you could go back on this at anytime but seeing the city lights reflect off his body outlining made you swallow. Your mind flickered to his bare torso when you had first met as he took off his jacket. Turning around as he raised his eyebrows, “You just gonna stand there?”

“Shouldn’t you be telling me to strip?” You took a slow step further into the room, your eyes adjusting to the dark room as you questioned his motives. Unsure if he had this whole night planned out the moment he saw you or was simply going off of instinct.

Chuckling Jungkook sat on the edge of his bed kicking off his shoes while giving them a small kick to the side, shrugging as he relaxed back against his hand, “You dictate the night sweetheart, not me. You want to be a brat and get under my skin right? Make me feel the need to prove myself? Sad to say but I’m a patient man baby, it’s gonna take more then teasing to get me to do that.”

“So let me get this straight,” You had stepped out of your heels, glad to have them off as your feet thanked you, turning to face him as if this was a salesman gimmick that you were positive seemed too good to be true, “You’re gonna let me boss you around?”

“Mhm.” He nodded looking genuine but you were suspect as you squinted your eyes making him laugh, was this some trap? “I’m not gonna bite- too hard, do we need protection?” He licked his lips feverishly as he waited for your next move, relaxed and clearly not looking the least intimidated as he casually asked the question, you wouldn’t have been surprised if he had kept condoms on him twenty four seven.

Pressing your lips together as the pout began to quiver on your lips, “No I’m on pill…” you lingered warily in your spot, looking as if you were in the room with a rabid animal, cautious of his every flickered gaze. He was relaxed, not looking the least concerned about anything, of course he wasn’t, not when he was the one who could unfairly flip the roles here, “Boss me around sweetheart, that’s what you wanna do right?” The wicked smirk curled on his lips as he raised his brows expectantly

“Well-“ You fumbled tugging your hair as you cautiously padded closer to him, still unsure if this was a trick or not, “Yes…but I don’t wanna get punished…” you finally admitted your reason of reluctance as you trudged towards him, lips still pouting with a quiver as you glanced away from him.

Jungkook nodded exasperatedly with a patronizing tone, “Mhm and I promise you won’t, as long as you behave when I tell you too. And right now I’m giving you permission to boss me around. Make me do what you want baby, anything’s for grabs.” he leaned back against his hands as he encouraged you to come closer.

“Anything?” You tilted your head, quirking a brow in disbelief as you finally took the final step towards him, looking down at him, he looked so smug in that moment as he nodded again, “Anything.”

Licking your lips it was your turn to cheekily grin as you raised your eyebrows, having his permission before pressing your mouth closed, unable to keep that adorable little smirk off your lips as you lifted your leg up, placing your foot beside his seated position. The high slit of your dress parting all the way up to the height of your thigh, “Kiss.”

It was a one worded command but he had got the message. Not breaking eye contact with you as if to remind you he was ultimately in charge as he gripped the soft skin against the sheer black material of your stocking, kissing your inner thigh as his eyes lidded slightly but refused to break from your contact.

Letting his lips part as he dragged his tongue against the soft surface, humming approvingly as you let your hand find his hair. Having been curious since you met him to touch it, his hair looked so silky and soft and your assumption was right as you massaged your fingers against his scalp making him shift positions of your thigh as he let his lips press up further while his tongue dragged in its path.

Finally allowing your eyes to close in contentment as his soft lips began to pepper your thigh in kisses, “Feel good baby?” His hand ran across your thigh gently squeezing as you nodded with a hum. Letting him open your leg more to get a better angle on your thigh as you felt the tulle part further. His lips pressed deeper against your skin before opening again, biting down with a nip, taking the skin in his mouth sucking delicately. Undoubtedly marking you as you continued to enjoy the pampering before pausing for a moment, pulling away slightly making him come up for air on his handy work.

Two hickies had already started to form in a shade of purple that was difficult to see in the low lights. Jungkook said nothing as he watching you place your foot back on the ground, almost anticipating your every move as you reached for the zipper of your dress. Unzipping it all the way down before letting the material drop from your body, grabbing the pin in your hair as you pulled it out, feeling your hair stumble down as you smirked again.

Watching his eyes light up in amusement, almost like a kid unwrapping a present as he licked his lips humming out, “You look even better then I had hoped.”

Stepping between his parted legs you snorted definitely an unattractive laugh as you curved an eyebrow, “How come I didn’t get that reaction when you came to pick me up?” It was a playful question as you tsked, “Come on keep kissing gentleman, I love to be bathed in worship.”

Wrapping his arms around your waist he pulled you to him as he pressed his lips against your stomach, glancing up at you wolfishly as Jungkook rose a brow, “Do you really want a gentleman?”

“Not when you look at me like that.” You replied amused though answering honestly as he continued to pepper your body in kisses, focusing more on your lower body within his reach as he began to nip at your hips. Between your lacy black cheeky panties and the garter belt it had left a snippet of your skin for the taking as he continued to nip his way to the other side.

Letting his hands squeeze against the sides as he made his way back up to your pelvis where the belt sat, kissing over the material as he tugged you to straddle him.

Inherently wanting to be obedient you did as asked making yourself comfortable on his lap as his hands ran down to your ass, holding you firmly as he dipped down into your neck continuing his trail of kisses, parting his lips to mark again as he began to suck against the skin. His hands began to delicately trace back up your sides almost making you wiggle at how feathery his touch was.

A quick nip against the spot he had been working on emitted a breathy little gasp from you that unfortunately didn’t escape his auditory, “Keep making those sounds babygirl.” He practically petted you as he stroked his hands down your back, showering you with affection and his undivided attention as he began to work his way down to your breasts that sat prominently up in the matching lacy black bustier bra.

Jungkook pressed kisses on top of them before biting down against the soft tissue, obviously finding the next spot he wanted to mark as his mouth continued to work. His hands continually stroking against your sides as he let his tongue press and prod against the spot as he finally glanced up at you, “Feeling pampered enough to help me out sweetheart?”

Eyes still closed you nodded as you heard him quietly laugh before pausing and continuing, “Lap dance me in that pretty lingerie baby, give me a good show.”

Your forearms had found there way against his broad shoulders as he finished up marking his spot against your breast as you began to press down against him. Letting your hips drag and wiggle in search for his length that you had found quickly hardening.

Your arousal began to spike between your legs as you pressed your cunt back against him almost too eager as you began to rub and drag down against his lap, feeling his grip on your hips tighten slightly, letting you know you were doing a good job as he finished his last mark, a whine escaping your lips as you felt your clit catch against the material of his slacks.

Smirking he leaned back against his hands as he let you get to work, pressing down on him from different angles, your panties were completely soaked and the embarrassing wet patch was prominent as you eagerly worked his clothed bulge as he spoke up, “Careful babygirl, you’ll get my slacks wet at the rate you’re going.”

Your cheeks began to flare because he was right. Your panties were beyond ruined by your own wetness from how turned on you had become in such a short amount of time, “Never said that was a bad thing,” Jungkook snickered at your reaction, grabbing your chin to make you look at him, “Look at you, all red faced while bouncing on my lap. What do you want baby? Wanna be my princess right? Tell me what you want.”

Your face was getting redder as you attempted to look down towards his lap, feeling his finger keep you in place as you murmured shyly, “I want to ride your thigh daddy.”

Jungkook raised his eyebrows in surprise, as if expecting a more common request before suddenly looking smug while squeezing your sides as he nodded, “Of course you would, go on, ride daddy’s thighs princess.”

Eagerly you slipped from his lap and over to his left thigh sitting with legs on either side as you began to press down against the cotton material before eagerly rubbing yourself against him, feeling your clit flatten enough to send a jolt into your stomach as you suddenly whimpered. Holding onto his thigh as you continued to ride it, letting your clit catch against the material of your panties as you continued to drag your hips against his thigh pleasuring yourself as you whimpered again, feeling the pressure slowly building in your core.

Jungkook observed cockily, admittedly not once in his life had a girl wanted to thigh ride him until now but he was more than happy to experience. Feeling your arousal messily slip through your panties and soak through his pants, it was an oddly satisfying feeling as you pressed against him harshly, feeling your pussy part and wet further as you continued to ride him quicker, “Look at you princess, you’re making such a big mess on daddy’s thigh, come on baby keep riding.” Whimpering at his words you continued to use his thigh in desperation, “You look good desperate, it’s almost pathetic how much you want your little clit rubbed, do you need help?” Whining you nodded defeatedly as he chuckled. Bouncing his thigh in compliance as you suddenly bucked your hips your clit flattening continually at the movement stimulating as you let out little gasps, “Come on princess cum on daddy’s thigh like a good girl.”

Feeling the pressure build in your core you continually whimpered as you rubbed yourself against his bouncing thigh, feeling your legs begin to shake as he almost demanded, “Cum for daddy babygirl.”

Moaning loudly you felt the pressure snap as you obediently let the orgasm wash over you, moans almost embarrassingly slipping out from your lips as you continued to whimper and whine while wrapping your arms around his neck, burying your face in the crook as he stroked you praisingly, “Mmm that’s a good girl, good girl baby.”

Your legs were shaky and you weren’t sure if you could stand as he grabbed you by the ass, picking you up so he could properly set you down on the bed, unbuttoning his shirt as he tsked, “Such a messy baby, you couldn’t help yourself could you? Do my thighs feel that good?”

Blushing you looked away red cheeked and pouting but nodding regardless. Letting his shirt fall off his well chiseled arms as you felt your face grow hotter at his well built body display, suddenly feeling self conscious as you looked away, did you even deserve to sleep with someone as good looking as Jungkook?

By the time he had let his slacks hit the floor he tsked again, kneeling down as he grabbed your wrists, “Don’t cover yourself, I want to see you in your pretty lingerie princess. Unless you want me to take it off for you…” he licked his lips, his fingers already finding their way to the back of your bra as you said nothing in return, feeling your face hot red as he unhooked it.

Taking it off you had instantly went to cover yourself once more, Jungkook’s hands caught your wrists in time as he huffed, “I said don’t cover yourself baby, look at how pretty you are.” He could barely murmur the words out as he let his mouth suck against your nipple, making you whimper at the suddenly sensation as his hand went to the other.

Massaging nice and slowly while giving gentle pinches to it, sighing through his nose as he paused for a moment before sitting up to take you in, running a hand through his hair as he sighed again, “Fuck you look hot. Want me to eat that pretty pussy baby? I’m hungry again but for a whole new meal.” He hadn’t even left you an option as if he had decided on his own. Feeling his fingers pull against the garter belt first pulling it down with your stockings as he pressed kisses against your leg all the way back up to your thigh.

You jolted at the feeling of his lips kissing your well soaked panties as he hummed, “We should get rid of these hm? You did a good job of ruining them baby.” He coyly smirked from between your thighs as his fingers curled around the band of your panties, pulling them down in one fluid motion before diving in between your legs.

Wasting no time as he let his tongue lick up from your slit making you gasp at the unexpected sensation. When was the last time you had even been ate out? Most guys found it too gross to wanna try it or simply didn’t like doing it. It was a foreign feeling having Jungkook jump between your legs on his own accord as he devoured you, sucking your clit like a tasty treat as you wiggled and whimpered beneath him, letting his tongue continuously drag against your clit until he found its sweet spot.

Your voice was already becoming ragged and your already over sensitive body was reacting sharply at the harsh sensation as you whined, collapsing back against the soft surface. Jungkook pulled your legs over his shoulders as he straightened up, hiking your lower body up with him as he glanced down at you like a predator while eating you alive.

Feeling his tongue prick and prod at the oversensitive bundle of nerves making the orgasm build faster and faster as you squeezed your thighs against him moaning, “Daddy please! I’m so close!” You finally strangled out.

His grip on you tightened at your whimpered words while feeling a long slim finger slip inside you as you attempted to twist and turn while he kept you in place. Pumping a second finger inside you as he quickened his pace, not letting his tongue stop for a second as he took your clit in his mouth sucking against it as he let it swirl in his mouth, using his tongue to stroke it.

Clenching around his fingers that roughly pumped in and out of you when he found your g-spot you had snapped, almost screaming at the pain of your orgasm but it obviously wasn’t enough for him, “Keep going baby.” He suddenly added a third finger pumping you roughly as he vigorously hit your g-spot each time, sending you into orbit as you continuously bucked in his hand whimpering not evening finishing your second orgasm before he sent you into your third while attaching his tongue back to your clit humming.

Tears had begun to slip from your eyes at so much overstimulation but he refused to stop continuing as he ruthlessly hit your g spot, letting you practically ride his face as he nipped your clit. Still riding your third orgasm as he finally achieved what he was looking for. Forcing your fourth one as you roughly clenched around his fingers, body shaking and crying with whimpers as the liquid squirted out, coating his fingers as he slipped out of you, setting you back down on the bed as you continued sobbing from so much overstimulation, fuck had you ever even squirted before? You didn’t even think you could.

Jungkook began to wash your thighs in kisses as he softly praised you, “Such a good girl, my best babygirl. Can you still take daddy’s cock? You don’t have to say yes baby.” He murmured against your thighs as he gently massaged them, practically bathing you in affection as you swallowed back those big crocodile tears, your eyes were mascara stained and red cheeked looking incredibly tired but you were a trooper as you struggled to sit up, “I-I can do it, I want you balls deep inside me daddy.” Your needy eyes looking directly at him as you murmured, not shy but horse from so much whining.

“Mmm you sound so cute when you talk filthy princess, keep going for daddy.” Jungkook asked as he let his cock spring free from his boxers. It looked incredibly irritated and red tipped, precum covering it as you licked your lips nervously, “…I-I don’t know…you’re really big daddy.” Glancing away as he gently pushed you back down against the bed.

Smirking though he pressed his lips against you forehead, “You let daddy worry about that, you just relax baby, okay?”

Biting your lip you obediently nodded, “Okay.”

You certainly weren’t lying, he was huge, in both length and girth, it didn’t help that you hadn’t been laid in forever and it’s not like you had gotten a lot of action before that. Feeling spoiled at all of this as you felt him open your thighs again, sore from already being opened so much they sent a dull ache to your hips.

You suddenly moaned as you whined feeling his massive length slip against your pussy, coating in your arousal as it brushed over your hypersensitive clit.

Stroking your pussy with his cock before grabbing the tip he began to press it in, making you grit your teeth as you hissed sucking a breath of air in.

“Mmm fuck baby you’re tight, you weren’t joking about not getting a lot before huh?” He chuckled though it sounded strain as he pushed himself further in, “Good, because this is my pretty little pussy to fuck isn’t it? You want me to prove my dominance right? Well guess what baby? I’d fucking demolish anyone who even tries getting close to this.”

You whimpered as he suddenly began thrusting. His length throbbing painfully inside you at such a small space, his hand slapped your thigh making you whimper out as he continued, “This is mine, all mine babygirl.” His hips continued to rock faster against you as you wrapped your legs around him letting him pound ruthlessly inside you as he let out a gravelly moan. His voice deep and almost guttural before quickly letting his hips begin to slam into you making you moan loudly as you began to wiggle and try to buck in sync with his hips. Being too fast though Jungkook laughed, “Look at you baby, even when you’re all fucked out you’re still greedy for another orgasm aren’t you?” He opened one of your legs up further to penetrate you deeper but you could already feel him hitting your cervix, fuck! He was so big, “Go on baby cum all over my cock, be a greedy little girl.”

Whimpering as he continually filled you, roughly hammering into you making the bed begin to knock against the wall as his fingers found their way against your sensitive clit almost making you scream as your voice whined out loudly, “D-daddy please- it hurts!”

Hearing your whimpering only made his cock twitch and pulse as he picked up his pace, thrusting rougher as he continued to rub your clit harshly, “Be a good girl and orgasm for me baby, do I need to repeat myself? I want your cum all over my cock baby come on start riding.” He suddenly picked you up sitting down while setting you on top of him, your orgasm already building enough to make you eagerly bounce his cock as he grabbed your ass.

Quickly helping you as you felt it eagerly twitch inside you again, “Come on baby come for me.” His hand smacked against your ass echoing against the room as you whimpered, burying your face in his neck only for him to grabbing a fistful of hair, yanking you to look back at him, “No baby you’re gonna cum all of this cock while looking right at me.”

Feeling his fingers roughly pressing against your clit against as he let go of your hair in trade to spank you harsher, your walls clenching harshly around his cock that was painfully throbbing and rubbing against your g-spot as he growled, “Cum baby.”

Whimpering you bounced him as fast your hips would let you taking down his full length despite it painfully throbbing inside you, quickly riding his thick base as you whimpered continually, feeling yourself clench against him as your orgasm arrived quickly.

Roughly rubbing your sweet spot as you cried out, tears close to falling down your face as he spanked you again, “Go on, cum you slut, don’t make me repeat myself.” His hand slapped your bare red ass one last time before the overstimulation overwhelmed you, crying as it washed over you, sending you to cloud nine as he suddenly flipped you both other. Now on top of you as he ruthlessly thrusted into you, slamming his cock into you as he continually moaned though it barely reached your ear.

Pushing himself until the base of his cock was all the way inside you before he released, feeling the hot ropes of his cum fill you until you dripped his seed, his hips didn’t stop though as he drilled into you, obviously forcing himself into overstimulation as he moaned loudly cumming again from the overstimulation, his seed spilling from you even further as he filled you a second time.

Finally relaxing as he let himself slip out from you. Sweat beading down his neck as he gasped for air, obviously out of breath as he rested his forearms on either side of you, kissing your neck as he murmured, “What a good girl, you did so well baby.”

Originally you had intended on making your way back to your own room once this was finished, but there was not a single bone left in you body that could properly function as exhaustion began to set in. Picking you up to properly set you in bed, pulling the nice fluffy blankets over you both as he got back on top of you, showering you in kisses and soft praise again, “Go on babygirl, sleep you earned it.” He urged you as he continued to smother your stomach in kisses while gently stroking your waist.

Just as you had done everything else this night, you listened without being told twice. Letting your eyes fall shut as sleep gladly took you.

Note: hey babes! I’ve been meaning to update this all day but honestly? I’ve been feeling a bit down lately, I keep getting dms saying I need to add a read more tab but like as a mobile writer I’m unable too. I’ve kinda been at a loss for what to do because I don’t want to clog tags and annoy people :( that being said I still wanted to update for you guys so until I’m able to get my hands on a pc I’m just gonna keep chapter pushing 5K out of the tags. Sorry for the long note! 🖤

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Revons Plus Grand, Chapter 5

Revons Plus Grand

Chapter 5:

Working My Way Back To You

Some cloudy skies and a faint hint of light caused Georgette Lemare to stir, the softness of Sadako Shimohara's embrace causing her to purr lazily. It was 7 a.m. They would need to report to the Camp des Loges, the Ooredoo Training Centre, in one hour. She sat up and stretched, slowly opening her lovely blue eyes, looking out at the quiet skyling, the cars and people moving below. "Good morning, Sada," she said to her. "Sada, wake up."

"Hmmm?" She looked at the time. "Ah, we better get ready. Do we know what to wear?" They got off the bed, folded and looked at the dresser. "I see, ah, some uniforms for us." Track suits and pants, and tuques and even some mittens. GL and SS. "I think we know what to wear."

"Our uniforms, eh? Issued by the boss. So, I guess that means we have to, freshen up right?"

"And prepare our lunch, since we have an hour to get there and report."

"Let's do it." So the two of them took a shower, put on their team-issued uniforms, packed their meals, grabbed their personal belongings and left the apartment, all in the space of 15 minutes. Outside the doors, a shuttle with the words "Paris Shuttle Service" and the team crest and wordmark was waiting, along with the driver wearing a team polo, slacks, boots and a jacket.

"Good morning both of you," said the man, who had a portly build.

"Good morning, they both said."

"My name is Sami, like the football player whose last name is Khedira. I am your driver to the Camp des Loges and back, hired by the club. You must be the two new hires. You had a good rest?"

"We did," Georgette said as she and Sadako got on the shuttle. "My name is Georgette and this is my partner Sadako. We are contracted to work with housekeeping at the Camp des Loges for the teams."

"In a way, you are the team's maids, correct?" Sami asked them as the shuttle headed northeast on Avenue Edouard Valliant before driving on the A13 westward.

"I guess...in a way, we are."

"Nothing wrong with that. The owner pays very well, so you won't be broke and feel that you have been wronged by him and the staff."

"He told us that at Le Parc before we headed home last night, Mr. Nasser did," Sadako replied. The shuttle then headed on the Router de Versailles, or N186, before merging into the D386 for a bit. The shuttle then went on the N13, took the ramp to Hors Gabarit, turned right onto Rue Albert Priolet and turned right onto John F. Kennedy Avenue before reaching the Camp des Loges, the shuttle at the gate.

"So here we are," Sami said. The two girls got off. "Good luck and enjoy your first day with PSG! Bye-bye!"

"Bye," they both said as they passed through the gate before heading inside the building, a small building but full of equipment and other important materials relevant to the club's operations. There were a few training pitches, with signs of the facility name and the logos and wordmarks and colors to go with it. The current training schedule, as shared by Nasser, was as follows.

Monday, January 30th 2017

Training session closed to media

Tuesday, January 31st 2017

Training session closed to media

Wednesday, February 1st 2017 - Roazhon Park

09:00 PM: Stade Rennais FC - Paris Saint-Germain

Coupe de France - Round of 32

Thursday, February 2nd 2017

Training session closed to media

Friday, February 3rd 2017 - Ooredoo Training Centre

11:00 AM: Training session opened to media for first 15 minutes

01:30 PM: Press conference with Unai Emery (live on PSG TV)

Saturday, February 4th 2017 - Stade Gaston Gérard

08:00 PM: Dijon FCO - Paris Saint-Germain

Ligue 1 - Week 23

Sunday, February 5th 2017

Training session closed to media

"So this is the Camp des Loges," said Jose to Sadako, seeing the interior of the building and the weight room. "My..."

"It's akin to our base in Petersburg, in some ways, but not as fancy or effeminate," Sadako remarked.

A voice. "Excuse me, ladies?" asked a man in uniform.

"Yes?" they both asked, turning to him.

"You must be our new hires to the support staff. Please allow me to introduce myself," he said. "I am Benoit Rousseau, president of the Paris Saint-Germain Association. Welcome to the Camp des Loges, and the Ooredoo Training Centre, the training ground for the PSG men's teams until 2019, when they move to a new facility in Poissy."

"Mr. Rousseau, my name is Georgette Lemare from Barenton, and this is my partner Sadako Shimohara from Hiroshima, Japan," said Jose.

"Please take good care of us," Sadako said with a bow.

"So we shall," said Benoit. "The players have not arrived yet but they are on their way. Your roles will be to maintain the condition and cleanliness of the facility, assist our players with anything they need while they are here, and also do meal preparation, since our players are directed to eat, train and sleep right for maximum results, continuity and consistency."

"Do we have a say in what we can prepare for them?" Sadako said. "We are known to provide excellent meals for those we serve and can adapt to the tastes and wishes of the players."

"They are cultured athletes from all corners of the world, Ms. Sadako, so they naturally have fine tastes and I do not believe they will have an issue with what you plan to prepare for them, but I have heard from somewhere that the reviews are compatible with the high standards we set here at PSG."

"I guess that's a good thing!" Sadako winked at Georgette, who giggled like an innocent Catholic schoolgirl.

"Of course it is. So, with that said, you may...huh?" He noticed that Sadako and Georgette were getting to work preparing the quarters almost instantly. He shrugged his shoulders, turning to an invisible camera in a Gallic shrug. "Guess I don't have to say anything else then..."

"Please accept my deepest apologies, I did not have this installed in time because this needed to be tested further before installation," said a girl with blonde hair and glasses, feeling guilty as charged, bowing in self-imposed humiliation. "I'm deeply sorry."

Ursula Hartmann came in, escorted by her sister Erica as they reported to the base at Petersburg, standing next to a new monitor in the dining hall. Waltrud Krupinski, Naoe Kanno, Hikari Karubuchi, Gundula Rall, Nikka Edvardine Katajainen, and Edytha Rossmann were on hand to meet them. Nikka and Edytha returned to base simply to bear witness to the special equipment installation and the camaderie of the meeting in question.

"Don't worry about it," said Commander Rall. "As long as everything is set, there is no need to worry. You got it installed that what matters."

"So, allow me to demonstrate," said Erica, taking a remote and pressing a button. A visual popped up of a building, cloudy skies and a few grass pitches. "This is a brand new device we developed with input from civilians in that dimension and timeline."

"How did the input get sent here somehow?" asked Flight Sergeant Rossmann.

"Some pieces of paper on our desk in our study, some notes, were brought to our attention," Ursula said. "Two people gave valuable input that we implented along with our expertise and resources: a Mrs. Nao Otosaka and a Ms. Tomoyo Daidouji. Civilians. As it goes, it took us a few months to engineer then test this device and after some extra testing, we have this monitor that you see here."

The camera moved through the door and into the building, which normally would not be accessible to the public or media as it was a private property. "So this allows us to see what Pilot Officer Lemare and Pilot Officer Shimohara are doing out there," the Countess mused. "Ah, and they are in different outfits, doing stuff to what they do here. Nothing out of the ordinary."

"Except that they look like boys now," Nao snarled. "Jose is even wearing long pants. She never wears men's outfits. Is she turning into a tomboy all of a sudden?"

"Don't have idea, Nao," Hikari said. "Maybe it's orders from their work. Things are quite different over there, you know."

"I wear leggings, so it's no big deal," Nipa reminded them. "This is maybe an adaptation. It's fine with me."

"Of course it's fine with you, you're from Suomus," Flying Officer Krupinski said.

"Well, yes, that as well..."

"But what does the tracking device look like out there?" asked Flight Sergeant Rossmann.

Ursula smiled, her glasses maliciously tinted. "Well, given that this is Pilot Officer Lemare's wish to be in this place, it looks like..."

"Mrrrrknaaaaoghw, mrrrrknaaaaoghw..." A white cat that only Georgette and Sadako walked in to where they were. She headed to Georgette and rubbed herself on her legs.

"Oh my, this is my familiar, a Persian!" Georgette said, blushing as she held up the cat.

"Mrreeaaoghw!" the cat exclaimed happily before purring.

With a giggle, Georgette placed the cat on her shoulder, where it stayed. She petted the cat, the softness warming her up that her cat ears and tail also sprouted. "We should keep working," Jose whispered with a smirk.

Sadako giggled. "Let's fix this place up some more."

"Eheheheh!"

As the two of them continued to clean up the place, the players, dressing up, were trodding to the pitch. One of them noticed the two new girls fixing, including...the girl with the twintails and the heavenly blue eyes. "Oh my...that girl, she is here!" he said with a gasp. "Oh shit..."

"Goncalo, what are you doing?" asked Thiago Silva to Goncalo Guedes. "Hurry up, let's go, leave those two alone."

"Yes, captain."

"Thiago. Just call me Thiago."

"Yes, Thiago."

But Georgette saw Goncalo's cute face and their eyes met for a bit. Georgette had to turn away, blushing madly. Goncalo chuckled as he continued to walk with the others into the cold of Saint-Germain-en-Laye. "Does...he like me?"

"Is something wrong, Jose?"

"I think...someone on the team...likes me." Georgette's face was like a rose.

"Don't think too much of it, you'll always have me."

"But, I'm fine talking with boys too."

"You are?"

"I mean, it has to be right boy to come in, someone I can talk to and be comfortable with. I'm 17 coming on 18, I can do this, I can think about being a mom, I want to have a future too!"

"You can be a mom while being a lesbian," Sadako suggested.

"Is that possible?" asked Jose as the two of them moved to preparing dishes for the players to eat after their training.

"You can adopt kids or go through the cycle through sperm donors, according to what I read," Sadako hinted.

"Oh my, that is news to me. Thank you for telling me that. I appreciate it."

"But of course." The Persian cat was really the tracking device from the other dimension and timeline in the form of Georgette's familiar.

"A great thing about this device is because it acts like Pilot Officer Lemare's pet, it can also leave her and Pilot Officer Shimohara to themselves where there needs to be a private moment between both of them," said Ursula back at the base. On cue, it did.

"Private moment, hmmm, I wonder what that might be," asked the Countess.

"Get your mind out of the gutter!" Nao shot back. "They're cleaning the place up over there, it smells! Lazy idiots who own the place didn't even win the damn game last night, get with the program!"

"My apologies."

"Still, to possess an AI that exhibits consideration of privacy, that is a massive boost to our IT knowledge, very advanced for our era," Flight Sergeant Rossmann remarked. "A feather in our collective cap for us Karslanders."

"Meh, whatever, that can't be helped for us," said Nao, triggering a triumphant smile from Flying Officer Krupinski.

"And only the two of them can see this, no one in that dimension and timeline can," Erica added. "So, no need to worry~~~!"

"That's what she said..."

"Looks like our cat tracker is now on the pitch watching the players go through exercises," said Commander Rall. "So this is what training for an association football match looks like, with drills designed to focus on technique, skill, efficiency, production, defense, minimization of mistakes, teamwork...parallels our military drills in the air."

"Even better," Ursula said, "we can set it to music and juxtapose slow-motion pictures to make it look like a montage worthy of a movie. Watch this." A press of a button, and music played as a montage of training scenes from the day was being shown from the tracker feed.

"I'll be working my way back to you, babe, with a burning love inside

Yeah, I'm working my way back to you, babe, and the happiness that died

I let it get away

(Been payin' ev'ry day)

When you were so in love with me, I played around like I was free

Thought I could have my cake and eat it too, but how I cried over losin' you

See me down and out, but I ain't about to go living my life without you

For every day I made you cry

I'll pay and girl, till the day that I die

I'll keep working my way back to you, babe, with a burning love inside

Yeah, I'm working my way back to you, babe, and the happiness that died

I let it get away

(Been payin' ev'ry day)

Oh, I used to love to make you cry

It made me feel like a man inside

If I'd been a man in reality, you'd be here, babe, lovin' me

Now my nights are long and lonely, and I ain't too strong, babe

I just miss you so

Girl, but you're too proud, and you won't give in

But when I think about all I could win

I'll keep working my way back to you, babe, with a burning love inside

Yeah, I'm working my way back to you, babe, and the happiness that died

I let it get away

(Been payin' ev'ry day)

My road is kind alone

I just gotta get back home

I'm really sorry for acting that way

I'm really sorry

Oh little girl I'm really sorry

For telling you lies for so long

Oh please forgive girl

Come on (give me a chance)

Won't you forgive me, girl

Hey (let's have romance)

Ooh, forgive me, girl (let's try again)

Come on, forgive me, girl

I want you over and over

And over and over again

I'll keep working my way back to you, babe

With a burning love inside

Yeah, I'm working my way back to you, babe

And the happiness that died

I let it get away

(Been paying every day)

I'll keep working my way back to you, babe..."

A blow of the whistle from the manager, Unai Emery. "Okay, everyone, stop what you're doing. Assemble." The players huddled up. "Mr. Rousseau is here with a couple of new faces to our support. He will introduce them to you. They'll be working with you for the rest of the season. Benoit!"

"Thank you, Coach," Benoit said. "Gentlemen, first off you put on a brave performance against Monaco and were unlucky to draw. I am confident you will rebound on Wednesday against Rennes, so stay positive in that regard. I want to introduce two young ladies who will taking care of the Camp des Loges and doing housekeeping so that the place is in perfect condition before and after you use it. They will also help with prematch and postmatch tasks as directed during home games at Le Parc. Ladies?"

"Good afternoon, my name is Georgette Lemare, and I come from Barenton," she said with a bow. "This is my partner."

"Good afternoon, my name is Sadako Shimohara, from Hiroshima, Japan, here on a work visa," Sadako said in perfect French with an accent. "Thank you for having us here. We support your club, your mission, your culture and your efforts. We are with your the rest of the way and beyond."

"My name is Thiago Silva, the captain of the team and a defender," Thiago said, shaking hands.

"Unai Emery, first team manager," he said, shaking hands as well. "This is our first team squad. We apologize for not fulfilling the expecatations last night but at the same time it was a fair result that we accept. Gentlemen, introduce yourselves."

The players did.

"Kevin Trapp, goalkeeper."

"Alphonse Areola, goalkeeper."

"Remy Descamps, goalkeeper."

"Presnel Kimpembe, defender."

"Marquinhos, defender."

"Thomas Meunier, defender."

"Maxwell, defender."

"Serge Aurier, defender."

"Layvin Kurzawa, defender."

"Grzegorz Krychowiak, midfielder."

"Marco Verrati, midfielder."

"Lucas, midfielder."

"Thiago Motta, midfielder and vice-captain."

"Javier Pastore, midfielder."

"Angel Di Maria, midfielder."

"Blaise Matuidi, midfielder."

"Giovani Lo Celso, midfielder."

"Haten Ben Arfa, midfielder."

"Julian Draxler, midfielder."

"Christopher Nkunku, midfielder."

"Adrien Rabiot, midfielder."

"Edinson Cavani, forward."

"Jese Rodriguez, forward."

"Jean-Kevin Augustin, forward."

"Goncalo Guedes, forward."

"Thank you, all," said Jose.

"Oh, and, I do want to talk to you later, if you don't mind." Jose nodded with a smile. "Okay."

"So, with that said," Unai said to the two girls, "we hope you serve our players well and pamper them with style, the way that our club is built on. We want to be the best, because we are the best. So we look forward to a great relationship."

"We are in your care!" the players said as one, bowing.

"Ahahahah," Jose said with a hesistant laugh, Sadako smiling at here. "Let's have fun, okay boys?"

"YES MA'AM!" they all said, saluting her.

She returned it. "Just call us Jose and Sada. It's better that way." The boys laughed and gave an ovation.

"Okay," Unai said, "let's do some strategy here before we adjourn for lunch. Let's go!" He blew his whistle and the players were back on the grind in no time.

"There they go," said Sadako as she and Jose went back inside. "Such admirable athletes on our team. Such character and charisma."

"I am very comfortable with these people, I can't dislike them, they are honest with themselves, too," Georgette remarked. "Especially Goncalo."

"That's right, you wanted to talk with him, right?"

"He wanted to talk with me. So, this is between both of us, after our work is done today."

"Do you want me to join you?"

"Um...I think there is a clause in the contract that prohibits them from asking such favors, but as long as it doesn't boil over into that, I think...I can work something out."

"Ohhhhh?"

"But, no, this is simply between both of us so, as for you, just stick to attending to the others on the team, please?" Jose asked in a praying stance.

"Anything for you, my dear, sure thing."

Jose sighed. "That's better for all of us, then."

Minutes later, Jose and Sadako watched the players eat lunch. A nice spread of high-fiber, lean-protein dishes designed to boost muscle mass and sustain energy and promote recovery, as suggested by sports scientists affiliated with the club, was prepared by the two of them and set on the tables.

"Mmmm, this risotto is good and meshes well with the chicken," Hatem told Thiago Silva. "Nice blend and balance."

"Not too heavy either," Adrien remarked. "It exceeds the expectations of what we have for our new folks. Better than what we used to have."

"I have to ask you this, Ms. Jose," said Angel. "Are you and Ms. Sadako professional chefs by any chance."

She laughed hesitantly. "Well, we are paid very well by Mr. Nasser, so..."

The boys laughed. "No, no, I meant, do you work at a Michelin star restaurant for a living serving dinner and cleaning up afterwards?" clarified the Argentinian.

"I have never been to one in my life, whatever that is," Sadako said.

"Whatever that is, that's what she said," Javier snarked.

"That's what she said," the others echoed, laughing before continuing to eat.

Jose poured some more beverages for players needing more. "I come from a small village in Normandy so I only work with real food."

"Real food, she says," Christopher snarked. "That's what she said."

"That's what she said," the boys chorused gleefully.

"But you mention real food though," said Marco. "Ms. Jose, have you heard of the Slow Food Movement?"

"What's that?"

"It's basically an organization promoting all-natural, organic food while taking a stand against processed genetically-modified ingredients. Italy, where I come from, is where it originated. Just wanted to point it out."

"I'll look into it, Jose said. "Um..."

"Something wrong?" Edinson said.

"Uh, I did see you goal, Edi...it was a great penalty and liked your play. You had a good game."

"I passed Pedro Pauleta for second in goals scored at the club. You heard of him?" asked Edinson.

"No, I haven't."

"He used to play for this club, as well as others like David Beckham, Ronaldinho and Zlatan."

"If this guy remains with us for at least two more go-around, he will pass the great Zlatan himself," said Lucas, giving Edi a pat on the back. "Right, Edi?"

"If I can find the back of the net faster and stop butchering my shots I'll pass him by the end of the year." Laughter all around. "Really, I mean it!"

"Don't worry about it. We're going to belt Rennes midweek because Goncalo here will get a chance to prove he belong with us. Right, kid?" he asked him.

"Yeah, I will show you guys what I can do, even though I've only been here a few days," Goncalo said.

"He's only 20, he'll be with us for a while," Adrien told Edi.

"Exactly."

"Thank you for the meal!" the players said as they all left, except for Goncalo whose chose to watch the two of them pick up the dishes, throw the trash, and clean up the dining hall. Afterwards, Georgette returned to him while Sadako attended to the players returning to training.

"Well, shall we talk?" asked Georgette to Goncalo.

"Let's do it." The two of them left the Camp des Loges to go on a walk around the nearby forest, the city landscape of Paris in the distance.

"So I want to talk with a little about myself. I am from Barenton, a small town in Normandy. People tell me that should be supporting SM Caen, the local first division club, but I don't like their identity and their place in the table, so that's why I am here. What about you?"

"I come from Benavente, also a small town, in Portugal near Coimbra. Before I came here," said Goncalo, "I used to play for SL Benfica, one of the big-name sides in Portugal that is a dominant force and will be playing in the Champions League round of 16 against Dortmund."

"Dortmund?"

"Borussia Dortmund, of the Bundesliga in Germany. They are not having a good year. A team from Leipzig owned by Red Bull has overtaken Dortmund for the second-best team in the competition over there. For me, what drew me to Paris was the tradition, trophies, heritage, culture, and their brand which is really nice. It means they have very high standards that I want to make for myself here."

"How nice, I like that from you," Jose said, giggling. "Tell me more."

"So, Jose, I told the coach this: that I will do some extra sprints since I am supposed to be with them, but he said not to worry so that I can chat with you without any retribution from him or the staff. Also, he is doing it because he felt that he should have let me play more minutes on debut against Monaco so this is how he makes up for it. Unai is very humble and likes to be firm but fair in what he does. He says he will give me a chance to show what I can do on Wednesday against Rennes."

"The boss is telling me that I do not need to help out during road games unless notifed in advance. Me and Sada. But I would have loved to be on the road with you folks over there."

"You're always with us in spirit. I like their slogan. You know it, right?"

"Revons Plus Grand. Dream Bigger."

"I want to help this team win trophies, win big games, maintain form, do everything I can to make this organization proud because I embrace everything about the team. When I saw you in the stands, I realized, I have to do it for her as well. She's counting on me, and I couldn't let her down."

"Really, Goncalo?"

"For you, just call me Gonca."

"Sure..."

"So on the way to the Camp des Loges, I decided to myself that I need to commit my life and my career to making everyone happy and making you, Jose, happy as well, because I am very glad that you walking into my life like an angel from above, with you wonder brown hair, heavenly blue eyes, fair complexion and charm. I need this in my life because in a way..." A pause. "...you are like a little sister to me."

"I'm 18, you're 20. If I wanted to have a relationship, you'd be a good example of who I would want, even though, I already have someone I am with. But..."

"But?"

"If I am a younger sister to you..." Georgette lifted Goncalo's chin, causing his manhood to stiffen up instantly, "will you be...mon grand frere, o-nii-chan?"

"! Onii-chan?" squealed Goncalo, blushing like a girl himself. "I know what that means in Japanese. I know some friends of mine who like anime and all that fun stuff. Big brother. In Portuguese that's grande irmão. That is the first time anyone ever called me that. So, in that case."

He struck a pose. Jose tilted her head in confusion. "Mon frere? Hein?"

A sinister laugh, similar to Lelouch Lamperouge from Code Geass. "As your adopted big brother, I will do whatever I can to make you happy and protect your happiness. I will score goals. I will make plays. I will score goals and make plays. And I will finish, finish, finish. We will dream big together and win big together. That is my promise to you...as your...onii-chan," Gonzalo whispered dramatically.

She shook her head. "No, it's not like that, I want to take it further."

A facefault. And a blink. Wink, wink. "Eh? Further? Huh?"

"Give me your hands," Jose said softly.

"Um, okay..."

"Mmmmm." She took them and warmed them up, causing her cat ears and tail to pop out.

"Oh my god, you can't be...!"

"That's right. I am more than just your adopted little sister."

"Who are you, really!?"

Jose smiled. "I am a Brave Witch."

"Like in the anime that one of my friends in Lisbon was talking about? Oh shit, oh my god, I thought this was restricted to just 2D, but being real in the flesh, oh my God..." Goncalo embraced Jose. "Best Brave Witch, too. My motivation is complete now. I truly appreciate you coming into my life right now!"

Jose took her hands again. "So, I want to let you know that I want to be the one that protects you. If anything happens to you, if anyone tries to mess with you, just think of me and I will be there before you know it. I'm not going to let anything bad happen to you as long as I am here. Just do your training, your playing, anything that your coaches or others want, and I will do the rest. And I won't let you down, because I know you won't for me. Goncalo, even though I can't be your partner, I still like you, and I'm going to show you how much that is true. Okay, onii-chan?"

Goncalo hugged her, crying for the first time in a while. "Take good care of me, I'll never be complete without you. Because Paris Saint-Germain is also Paris Sainte-Georgette! Je t'aime! Ici C'est Paris et Georgette est Magique!"

"Your French is pretty good. I like it."

"And I love you!"

"I love you too..." Georgette looked to the skies, smiling. The Persian Cat tracker was also watching and followed the two of them back to the Camp des Loges to wrap up a busy day, one of many that would follow.

"What's going on with Nao?" asked Commander Rall to Flying Officer Krupinski as the others watched the tender moment in the forest, the skies parting with the light on both of them for unintendedly theatric effect.

"The love scene broke her unfortunately," said the Countess.

"Nao, hang in there, no need to feel sad," Hikari said, a sympathetic smile on her face.

She was on her hands and needs, crying before looking up the sky in her lamentation in vain. "RIP me, PSG, you left me out, oui, oui, oui!"

END CHAPTER 5

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