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mimithings97 · 5 years ago

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Wine and Cheese Nights (M)

Summary: Kicking back and relaxing to the sweet sweet burn of red wine and the even harsher sting of soft touches from your boyfriend, spells for cheesy conversation and great sex.

Pairing: Jungkook x Y/N

Genre: Domestic AU, Smut, Fluff

Warnings: Unprotected Sex, Fingering, Handjob, Jungkook cumming in his pants, Dry humping, Swearing, Alchohol Consumption, Creampie, Hair pulling

Word Count: 6k

A/N: I legit started writing this when Jungkook got pissed on vlive, and I just never came back to it. It’s kinda cute tho. And now I’m beginning to realise I think I have a thing for making guys cum in their pants. Pls forgive me.

“Guk?” It’s a shout stretched across the wall between the both of you as you bend to be at eye level with the rack of wines.

You hear a vague mumble as an indication of his acknowledgement at your question.

“What are we going for, white or red?” You look amongst the choice, red wines littering your view whilst to your left, the glow of the fridge shows the selection of whites. Your palette is contemplating which would be most appropriate. The cool, refreshing sensation a white would bring or the richness that calms at the bottom of your stomach with a red.

The contemplation when your boyfriend fails to reply is noted.

“I bought a couple of reds yesterday that we could give a go.” It comes as more of a statement than a question, albeit unintentionally, but it clearly shows that your subconscious is craving the feeling red wine brings.

“Oh, go on then. The Portuguese one though, I wanted to give it a try.”

Automatic hands found themselves already taking Kook’s preferred option before he had issued it, so giving the label a once over and grabbing the two glasses you had already fished out of the cupboard, you round the corner into the living room.

There was something about red wine and cheese by the fire, something that evaporated the chill from your body and spread a warm calmness through you. You knew the wine would cause a blush to your cheeks, and his. It would cause his touches to feel like a blanket of molten lava all over and the room to dissipate into background music and aimless conversation.

Guk was crouched, hair dishevelled and serene demeanour, attending to the fire that licked orange and red hues around the room and immediately heated the exposed skin on your legs and arms.

The sight was pure homeliness. Him, dressed in a black buttoned up shirt, loosened at the first few buttons and sleeves rolled, with joggers, and you in merely a grey top, the cotton long enough to reach the middle of your thighs. It was comfort and carefree all at once.

Your uncovered feet found the softness of the blanket underneath once through the archway to the living area, and the back of your exposed thighs soon found the same fate on the leather sofa, heated by the glow of the fire your boyfriend still prodded and probed to his liking.

The familiar creak of the cork against the bottle, followed by the pop as it was released, prompted Jungkook to finally join you.

“Mmm,” sinking into the sofa beside you he mirrored how you leaned forwards, watching the wine chug into either glass, with a desire in his eyes.

“Which one is this again. The Porto?” He grabs at the bottle once you place it down giving the label a once over whilst you mumble a ‘yeh’.

You lean back, glass to lips, cool rim to heated skin, and take a sip, too eager to feel the slow burning warmth down your throat.

It doesn’t disappoint and as you take another sip you see Jungkook mirroring you, heads tipped back as the wine fills the gaps of tiredness with a comfortability instead.

“Shit,” he breathes out against the glass, finally leaning back against the sofa, eye level with you now as you smile at his reactions, eyes closed and throat bobbing with the sweet burn of alcohol that sets ablaze his cheeks almost instantly.

“It’s good, isn’t it.”

“Mmm,” lifting his arm and nestling it in behind your neck to pull you against him, head on shoulder, as he hums his reply.

“Your mum recommended it to me, actually.” You can’t see his eyes, but you sense the lift in them as he listens fondly, “said her and your dad found it when they went on holiday a couple of years ago and only just discovered they sell it in Korea.”

His hand strokes under the cotton of your sleeve, pulling you ever closer so he can place a kiss at the crown of your head between the messy stands that litter across your face, as you raise the glass to your lips.

It was one of those nights, those few nights of ease and tranquillity with little to nothing for distraction other than the others company. These moments came sparsely - him off venturing into alternate continents and even once home, you were often working in the evenings, digging into you wine and cheese nights with back straining work. So, when these moments came, like hell did they taste sweeter.

He mumbles into your hair, kissing against your temple once he’s spoken but the words weren’t clear.

“Hmm?”

He lifts himself to distinguish his words.

“Mum’s always had good taste.” He pauses a little before laughing breathily. “Why d’you think I’m a wine guy and not a beer one?”

You turn to him to see that smile. That smile of adoration that speaks volumes.

“Shut up, you like beer. We always drink beer.” Surely he hadn't been lying with you just to appease your constant thirst for the cool alcohol. But his hand rises up to your cheek to thumb the crease that sets in between your brows as you frown at his lies and it fucking annoys you that it disappears instantly.

“Baby, I only drink beer because you like beer.” Prick. Literally the man begins chuckling to himself at your dismay, taking a final sip of his wine to finish his glass before he leans into the table in front to pour himself another.

“No... You drink beer with the guys as well.”

He leans out of you touch so when he leans back you throw your uncovered legs over his lap, him grabbing gently at your calves and feeling at the soft skin with his coarse fingertips.

“Yeh, but wine does something to you that beer doesn’t. Everything feels...” you watch him as he finds the words, “romantic.”

Cringy bastard is all you can think to yourself and the chuckle at him isn’t suppressed, as he rests his head back to reveal his jaw, sensing, with the flush of his cheeks, that the wash of alcohol had spread to his head already.

Jungkook was never much of a drinker. But you always had revelled in that fact, how whenever you drunk together it was his full exposed self, transparent and candid, completely and utterly at your disposal. Perhaps wine was romantic then - it pushed all logic behind, all the ‘i love yous’ that you held back for inappropriateness or for fear of rejection were spilt. That’s what made wine and cheese nights so fucking good.

Mirroring him, you lean back into the arm of the sofa, head nestled comfortably in the cushions as your boyfriend's administrations up and down your legs sets goosebumps into your skin. You bask in the feeling with eyes drifting shut, and you fail to see the way Kook gazes at you. He maps yous face with his eyes whilst the wine eases down his throat. The way your sprawled hair reflects the red of the fire, the way your top hangs loosely and awkwardly around your neck to expose your protruding collar bones and the way that, despite the surrounding warmth of the fire, your nipple peek through your top. It’s only love and admiration in his eyes, and maybe they linger a bit on the perk in your top but he’s keeping that one to himself.

“You look pretty when you drink wine.” The smile that was already twitching the corners of your mouth up wipes fully across your face at his statement, one eye opening to see how he gazes at you with a toothy smile of his own.

“Hmm, and you get cringy when you drink wine.” You relax further into his touch as he laughs openly and you both finish the remnants of your glasses. He takes yours from you hold and places it on the table in front, not filling up for another but leaning back, knees bent now so your legs were lifted up to his chest.

He places a kiss, gently and slowly, on either ankle.

“Not cringy... romantic.” He traces his hand up the complete expanse of your legs now, thighs newly exposed from where the angle of your legs had ushered the material of your shirt down to your waist.

“You always told me you were never one for romance though.” It’s a smug statement, a recollection of how you pined and pined for the boy who was all work and one nighters until the sex just wasn’t enough with you. The first woman to be loved by the great Jeon Jungkook wasn’t such a bad title to have.

That smirk that you paint only extends as you see his inner battle, leaning up and forward now into his hold on you.

“Shut up and give me a kiss.” He lowers your legs as he leans in and his hold on your waist becomes comforting, not desperate or hugely lustful but warm, romantic at a push.

The contact is brief, his lips brushing softly over yours for a second or so before he brings a hand to your cheek. His thumb paves a line from your jaw to your lip, tracing over the smile that now takes hold.

“D’you want another glass?”

He barely thinks over it, instead, nestling his head into your neck and pulling you over his so you have legs either side of his, encasing the warmth of your bodies in a tight embrace.

“No, just stay here for a while,” and it’s a murmur that heats the soft skin of your neck.

You do just that, stay in his hold, your hands threading into the hairs at the back of his neck and nails tracing the line between hair and skin. Slow hands wander under your top and stroke patterns across the expanse of your back. The wine causes a buzz in your head, a comfortable one that makes his touch more apparent, the feeling of his fingertips on you more vivid and you find yourself with your chin on his head, his hair tickling at that part between your neck and your jaw that has always been oh so overly sensitive.

“Baby, your hairs got long.” You pull at his roots with your hands and tug it outwards, examining just how long the strands have become since you last saw him.

“Mmm.” Is the sleepy response thrown your way, or perhaps he’s just absorbed in your touch and the feeling of such close proximity.

“It’s curly too.”

You had never been able to fully appreciate the curl of his hair because it would only take shape once his locks were grown out. But now, with that strands long enough, his hair would bend and wave after a shower or once he had been sweating. It was unruly, but it was natural and you loved it. He didn’t think you would like him growing out his hair, but once he knew you did he spoke of how he would grow it until you could plait it, a fantasy that was spoken between the drunken giggle of another wine and cheese night.

You nestle further into his touch once releasing his hair, letting it flop down in various directions.

“When we’re old...”

You automatically feel him smile into your neck at your words,

“... you should let it get long enough so you can tie it up...

“Mmhmm?”

“... put it in a bun on top of your head and get your fridge out of your face so I can see your eyes.”

He pushes you back by the waist and leans his head off your shoulder, mouth wide in smile and eyes full of some kind of emotion you can’t pinpoint.

“But you can see my eyes now.”

And it’s true. Despite some strands falling into his eyelashes you can still see the emotion in the way he looks at you with his eyes. Windows to the soul that express far more than words could right now. For however long, you are swallowed into the abyss of the way he looks at you, complete absorbed in those few seconds of silence. Almost trance like.

He breaks it with a kiss to your cheek, short but full of sweetness. You laugh at how lost you had become in the previous few seconds, remembering how your conversation before was merely a fantasy of his hair.

“I just thought it’d be hot.”

He rounds your face with his lips to kiss the other cheek.

“Mmm, so you think I’m hot.”

You let your laugh come to the surface, whilst he watches you, grins on full display.

“I mean, you have your moments.” He kisses your lips, this time, teeth clashing as your smiles fail to subside.

This is wine and cheese nights, cheese not being the food, because, as if either of you were actually that posh. No, you called them wine and cheese nights because it was one of those few evenings you allowed yourself to indulge in romance, in the sticky, cringy, bliss, of being romantically and disgustingly in love. In a relationship that for the most part had to be concealed from the ordinary, public eye, wine and cheese nights allowed for the frankness of love.

“Are you sure that’s not the wine talking?” He mumbles into the kiss.

“Piss off and kiss me back.” You hands that were laid against his neck press with purpose now so he is pushed forwards into your lips, chuckling into it at your insistence.

He hums into it once your lips move in the same way your hands go up and down his neck, nails and all.

There’s something about having his body so close, being lost in his touch that sends pangs of warmth through the expanse of your body and sends your mind wandering.

You pull away but instead place soft kisses down his jaw and onto his neck with slow movements, your tongue occasionally pressing swipes into his skin and tasting the salty flush of his skin.

“You’re always hot, wine or no wine.”

His hands move from their gentle movements at the expense of your back to your side, grasping tighter and firmer at the skin than before.

“You think?” He’s finishing for your words of flattery, his ego speaking up whilst you begin teasing at his neck with your teeth.

“Mmhmm...” strong hands roams your thighs now, fingers on bare skin making the action all the more tantalizing.

“...when you push your hair back,” you switch to the other side of his neck, whilst one hand reaches up to his forehead and grabs at the hair of his fringe to push it away whilst gently tugging and teasing at the strands.

“...mmm, when you take your shirt off from the back, you know, where you pull it with one hand over your head.” You can just envision him doing it now and it causes your hips to stutter the slightest roll into his crotch.

His body is slack at this point, completely overtaken by the sensations you are putting on his body, you lips tight to his neck, hands grappling at his hair, hips grinding slowly into his. You feel his head completely lean back into your hand, and a breathy groan escapes him lowly.

You smile at his neck and lean off to see him, hair dishevelled under your hands and eyes closed. You give his fringe another pull so his throat is completely exposed and his groan is louder this time.

“... the way you love when I pull your hair.”

You attack the junction of his neck, where his adam’s apple now bobs from how he tries to compose his breathing, kissing and sucking with vigour.

“You find that h-hot?” The question is all to breathy and low to hide how affected he is.

“Fuck, Guk, it’s so hot.” You accompany your words with another harsh tug and his response is instant, the grip he has on your hips digging in firmer and pushing you into his half hard crotch.

You love how aroused he is under your touch though, wanting him to submit further. You unlatch your lips and lean back, his eyes finally opening when he feels your hands grab at his. His expression is laced with confusion and curiosity when you guide his hands upwards, but his eyes turn purely lustful and dark when you settle his fingers into the hair at the back of your head, giving them a guiding pull at the roots to show him explicitly what you want.

There’s a brief twitch at the side of his mouth, a slight smirk before he is overcome by the sensation of your hips on his, your shirt bunched up so it is your skin is on his trousers. With a pull of your hair, his lips are on yours, hard and messy, both pushing your weight forward so there isn’t a space between you.

He emits a groan when you shift your weight further onto his crotch and it causes you to smile into the kiss, an action he diminishes by biting into your bottom lip, hard, and groaning once again.

Jungkook has never been good at telling you what he wants, conceding to patience and taking things slow, so by the way he pulls at your hair and pushes his hips up into yours, you know just how turned on he is, how much he wants to just fuck you on the sofa right now.

You can sense the shift in dominance at this point, with all his eagerness showing. His hips are now the ones taking control from underneath you, his hands being more insistent in your hair and his lips taking full advantage of how your head is thrown back and neck fully exposed. You indulge in the feeling for a moment, let him take over your body and devour every part of you. The sensation of his erection underneath you, pushing up into your clothed core makes you desire more, makes low moans spill from your mouth and makes your hips grind into his.

His head retracts from your neck and your eyes creep open to find his watching the movement of your hips against his, the way you circle against his crotch. He keeps one hand at your hair, no longer pulling as he is lost in the feeling of your movements, whilst the other hand comes down to your hip, digging fingers into your hip bone for some kind of purchase.

“You’re gonna fucking kill me.” His gaze trails back up to yours and you watch each other breathing heavily, his fringe now beginning to stick to his head as the wear of his arousal forms on his forehead.

You half hum, half moan at his statement as the friction pools lust within your stomach and down to your core. It’s not enough to send you into overdrive, but the clothed movements make you horny beyond belief.

His fucked out expression tells you he is in the same predicament, struggling to control his motions now as his erection becomes painfully hard underneath you.

“You make me so fucking turned on it's unreal.” He grunts it out as he uses his hand on your hip to anchor you as he almost fucks himself up into you. You lean forward and place your open mouth to his jaw, trying to control your moans and you breathing as his actions become faster and more desperate.

His lips attach to the spot where your neck and shoulder meet, sending vibrations into your skin when he groans at your hips meeting his rhythm.

Subconsciously, one of your hands that was still latched into his hair for purchase, moves down over his shoulder, between your chests and down towards the spot where your hips meet. He doesn’t feel the movement until you grasp firmly at the outline of his erection through his trousers and the suddenness of your attack causes him to let out a moan into your skin.

“Fuck,” it’s a mere whisper as your hand is pressed down by your hips, giving extra friction that he clearly appreciates by the way his breath stutters and his forehead now presses to your shoulder.

“This is how turned on you are for me?” You whisper into his ear, breathy but seductive.

“Fuck y-yes.”

Pushing down harder now, your hand increases its speed, tracing the outline of his hard on with bold fingers and your hips never falter their grind.

“D’you think you could cum like this?” And you finish your question by biting down on his ear, causing him to emit a moan as his head bows further into your body.

“Y/N, I-I’m still in my fucking clothes-ahh,” you squeeze harder on his dick and he finished his sentence with a groan, loud, and higher pitched than before.

Despite how turned on you are, how much you want to feel pleasure of your own, seeing your boyfriend needy underneath you is almost far more rewarding. The way he shivers against you every time your hand stretches to his tip, and how he can’t help the noises he spills.

“That’s never stopped you before.” He is unbelievably hard underneath your palm as your administrations torture him.

“Y/N, seriously I’m gonna cum if you don’t stop.” He says it with so little conviction you continue at a faster and harder pace, grinding your hips with vigour and pressing your chest into his.

“Tell me to stop then.”

You smile at his silence, still panting into his ear.

Finally he responds, leaning back quickly and moving both hands to your hips to grab harshly and push you down further.

“Fuck you.” It’s a mere whisper as he struggles to keep himself from cumming.

You lean off him once he has reclined back entirely, submitting to your movements and the pleasure you cause to coarse through him. He is completely fucked out, once you get a full view of him, sweat glueing hair to his forehead, eyes bloodshot from how tight he was squeezing them and mouth in a tight line as he swallows his moans down.

For a brief second, you release your hand, and to your satisfaction, he lets out stuttered whine, but after lifting it to your mouth to coat it in spit, your hand quickly finds its way through the layers of clothing and down against his cock.

The contact immediately has his eyes blown out wide and leaning forward again to try and control himself from cumming straight away, forehead in between your breasts now.

“Baby, just cum for me, stop holding back,” you say as you tighten your grip. He merely responds by shaking his head into you, knowing if he tried to tell you ‘no’ his reply would be nothing more than a whole hearted moan.

Your hand that was still at the back of his head weaves through his locks and tightens the strands into a fist, pulling his head up so it is level with yours, unable to subside the feelings anymore.

“Fucking shit, Y/N,” your faces against one another, lips brushing as he breathes his words into your mouth, eyes screwed shut as your hand twists at the tip of his cock.

You bite down on his bottom lip as he moans out loudly, tugging at his hair, hand pressing on his slit and the sensory overload causes his to cum into your hand.

“Fuck. D-dont stop.” And you don’t. Continue your firm grip up and down his length as he continues to spill into his trousers, hard, with moans and obscene words breathed against your mouth.

Eventually, you release his lips as his shivering body subsides into a slump and he lowers his head back down to regain his breath, simultaneously, softening in your hand.

It’s now, in his post orgasm bliss that you feel the mess he’s made in his trousers. It’s warm but so fucking unpleasant, so you collect as much as you can in your hand before finally releasing him, causing him to whine out as his softening erection is exposed to the cold.

The way he shivers, the grip on your hip twitching and his stuttered breath causes you to plant soft kisses on the top of his head.

“You good?” You mumble it into his hair.

You feel his body shake, not from the aftermath of his orgasm, but from the laugh that bubbles up in his throat. He lifts his head now, somewhat recovered from the exertion of how much he came, eyes lit in a smile once they meet yours.

“You’ve messed up my favourite trousers,” he says with a half hearted laugh as he throws his head back and you smile at his reaction.

With bodies to some degree unattached, you pull your hand up, still coated in his cum.

“Yeh? Well you messed up my hand, you dick.” He looks down to where your hand is, head still thrown back and his face distorts in disgust.

“Urgh, I need to go wash up,” but despite his sentence he fails to move, and you weren’t going to let up either, that ache still burning at the bottom of your stomach, yearning for release.

Now though, you begin to feel his cum dry on your hand, so with little to no delicacy you grab at the sides of you shirt which hangs at an awkward angle on your hips, and tug it over your head. The heat of the room and the fire behind you immediately warms your back as you naked skin becomes exposed.

Jungkook, with heavy eyelids, watches as you wipe down your hand, and then toss the top aside, your body bathed in an orange halo and he can’t help but reach out to touch at the skin of your shoulders and up and down your sides.

For a moment you think you should forget how turned on you are, ignore the need to release and just bask in each others company, skin on skin. But as you lean in to nuzzle into his warmth, Jungkook grabs at your hips and rises quickly to a stand, much to your surprise.

“Guk, wh-,” but with a quick swat on your ass he keeps your question at bay, instead, causing a wave of laughter to emerge.

“Shower time.” You would try to protest, but with a firm grip and a swift walk, he has you in the bathroom before the words form.

Placing you down on the countertop, he finally releases you, kissing your shoulder before he turns and makes his way to the shower, turning it on and testing the temperature with his palm. And it is only now, with the first distance between you, that you see his expired form - his black shirt stuck to his back with sweat, hair pointing outwards in all directions and that red tint on his cheeks that only comes out if he’s fucked on alcohol or has actually fucked - in this case, both.

Your eyes are trained on his as he lifts his shirt, not how he normally does, but reaches one hand behind him and pulls it from the back and over, exposing the full length of muscled back and then shoulders to you. Bastard knew exactly what he was doing. And of course, it causes an immediate reaction in you, legs crossed now for some form of friction.

“Wow, that really does turn you on,” he laughs at your form, leant back with legs pressed together, admiring the view.

He discards his shirt on the counter next to you and you grab it, throwing it in his face.

“Fuck off.”

Hopping off the counter, you brush his shoulder as you walk past in the direction of the running water, the steam it’s releasing being all too appealing to hold back from any longer. As you saunter, you hook your panties off, flicking them off your feet behind you in the direction of your boyfriend.

The first touch of water on your naked form automatically sets you alight, wet on dry skin, and you feel every drop that makes its way down your body. Jungkook says something, but it is a mumble as the water encases your ears and the glass barrier between you distorts his words.

“Did you hear what I said?” This time spoken softly next to your ear as you feel his fingers dance aimlessly at the curve of your back and up to your neck. You lean back into his touch so your ears come out of the stream of water and instead you find yourself leaning against his shoulder, bare back against his bare front, skin on skin.

“Hmm?” You hum into the air as he places a kiss on the skin he exposed after he swept your wet strands away from your neck.

“I said you’ve still got your necklace on, baby”

Oh.

“Oh shit,” and £6000 worth of crystals handed to you under expensive chandeliers to the occasion of your birthday was most certainly not about to be tainted by shower water.

So, automatic hands reach up for the clasp but, “I got it,” he says, lips still dangerously close to your ear and his delicate fingers now making light work of the masterpiece around your neck. You can’t see him through the steam filled shower as he leaves your side to place it elsewhere, but you certainly see his figure, in all its naked glory approach you once again.

“Let me under I’m still covered in cum.” Oh, ever the romantic. With a scoff, you’re aside and watching him melt into the heat of the cascading water, long hairs strands dampening one by one and framing his face. You’re eyes also aren’t discreet about the way they wander over his bare torso and the way it now glistens a golden brown with the way it soaks.

Both happily covered by the falling warmth, he nestles his way back into the back of your neck, his lips taking the same route from your neck and round to your jaw as earlier - and there’s nothing you can do about the way you lean into it for more.

“So beautiful.”

“Mmm,” is mumbled when earlobe is caught between teasing teeth.

“All mine yeh?”

Always,” and hands descend downwards, trailing after the lines of water that filter over your curves. Fingers reach breasts for a brief moment, but it’s a fleeting touch before they head further southward to the curve of your crotch.

“And this is all mine too.”

No words this time but a moan as he cups your core with a not so delicate touch as what preceded it. But your body doesn’t mind. It bucks into the hand, in fact, searching for friction that had been needed since the moment you straddled your boyfriend earlier and made him cum like putty in your hands.

“Guk, please.”

“I know, baby, I know.”

Two fingers settle their way into you, slowly, too slowly, but the burn inside you is all the same as your body sets alight in pleasure. His palm is pressed hand to your clit at the angle and if you weren’t already distracted by that, the sensation of his teeth pulling and sucking at your neck makes your knees buckle.

“Good?” You feel the smirk on your shoulder rather than hear it in his voice. Kook knows exactly how he’s making you feel he just loves to hear you say it.

“Fuck, so good.” And the long fingers pressed so deep inside you curl and push up and then out, much to your pleasure because it strikes that spot far within you that has you moaning and turning your head to chase his lips.

You find them. Somewhere between his hand picking up its pace spearing into you and your moans groaning out by the lips that are hungry on yours he has you bending at the waist. Folding you down and then pushing you forward possessively so your hands have to reach out for the tiles in front of you as his hand goes to work at a whole other speed.

“Guk! Fuck.” Your legs almost give way in the new position but a growl behind you tells you he is far from done with your body, and the piston of his fingers sends the message even better.

You can’t help when one hand goes down to his wrist, not sure whether it wants to calm him down or speed him up, but just as skin touches skin his hand pulls out and away from you. Legs wobble and a whine wins the battle of being fought down.

“All fucking mine.” The tingling in your core because of its emptiness disappears in an instant when you feel the bare head of his cock rock between your folds.

“Guk! You’re still hard, what the fuck.” He always told you he had stamina, but you’d figured the boy would tap out after a round of cumming in his pants. His dick tells you a whole other story.

He thrusts in hard and all at once and leaves no time between the first moan you both release in unison before he is chasing that deep place in your pussy over and over. It’s relentless and fucking amazing all at the same time and your hands and head and feet struggle to find any sense of stability. You’re all his in this moment.

“Holy shit, so tight Y/N. So fucking tight.” The rambling commences once the pace is set, because he just loves to talk about how much he loves being inside you. “Made for me baby.”

The words are lost on you though as the impending orgasm strikes upon you faster than you’d realised it would - his fingers must’ve done a job on you.

“Fuck, Guk. Oh my- fuck!”

“That’s it baby. Fall apart on my cock.” He holds you up with one hand woven in the wet mess of your hair as your knees buckle under the strain of the pleasure.

The other hand striking you clit with a slap is what has you screaming though as every fibre of you shakes and pulses, blood pumping up into your ears and stomach caving in He’s so deep inside you as he continues to pump himself at a dangerous speed - it only prolongs the pleasure.

“Cunt squeezing me so- fuck- so good baby. Gonna make me cum. Shitt,” and he groans out into your shoulder as he slaps at your clit one final time for good measure, spilling everything his balls hadn’t already that night so far inside you. “So good, jesus.”

Breathing calms and the sound of water falling returns, the stream on the back of your body providing some relief to the shaking and ache you feel settling in. You knees feel fucked and your core feels even fucking worse - but you love it. Nothing like post-sex burn in every crevice of your body.

A whine and wince come from the mouth still at your shoulder as he pulls up and straightens, dragging you with him because like hell can you hold your own weight right now.

“You good?” he smiles at you as you’re spun to face him, all rosy cheeks and shallow breaths. He kisses at your mouth lightly because you’re smiling at him too. “I’ll take that silence as a yes.”

The sound of water hitting skin and tiles is all that there is for a while, the occasion sinking of lips into neck as well, but the moment is ruined when Jungkook decides to plunge two fingers into your abused cunt. The fucking sting of it causes you to instantly drag away from the sensation, far enough so he can’t do it again but not far enough that he isn’t still in your embrace.

“Guk, what the fuck.”

“Whattt? Just trying to keep my cum in there.” You don’t kink shame Y/N, you swore to him you didn’t find it weird.

“Baby.”

“Well, wouldn’t we all rather it be in there,” another slap to your clit that has you laughing before you realise it, “than over there.”

And when you follow the train of his finger, sure enough, you find the heap of his trousers outside the shower, cum stained and all.

Smirking back at him, “I don’t know, I find it kinda hot.”

And Jungkook fights every internal battle in his head not to kink shame, he swears he doesn’t find it weird.

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The Transformation: Paradigm shift. Ch-2 by Zane Rapha

Chapter 2: Lions in the woods.

I awoke to pitch blackness with bugs crawling on me, as I moved to shake them off I soon noticed I was under something, it was just as covered in bugs as me, but also moss? I then gave one of the walls a kick only to feel a shooting pain. Solid with no give. But then I kicked the roof and found that it lifted. I kicked again at an angle, and the mostly hollowed out log moved out of the way enough that I could slide out the narrow space. 'It seems I have been placed in a grave of some sort, but why?' I looked at my new environment and found myself in a densely wooded forest area, thick with paper birch trees and a ground that was mossy and wet. The last embers of sunlight were fading quickly behind the trees, and it was getting difficult to see. It took me a few moments to clear my mind of the groggy disorientation I was feeling. 'I still don't understand how I'm here? How did I arrive here, and why did I faint in the first place.' Sudden images of the tall man's face turning warped before everything turned to black, and some of being dragged. 'Oh yeah, him. I need to tread carefully. I never know when he will return.'

A distant sound of lions and bears roaring at the same time echoed through the forest. 'Well, that is my cue to leave.' I thought as I moved swiftly away from the sound, as quietly as I could, but soon the sound of running followed me. I started running as fast as I could. It became apparent I should not have moved to begin with. Something struck me down before running off again. I stood as fast as I could and started running again. It moved behind me faster than before, striking me from behind so hard I slammed into a tree 8ft away from me. The crack of bones echoed through the darkened forest, as a horrible pain filled my being.

It moved closer, sniffing the air. It was a solid black being with bright orange eyes that looked part human, part something else. It moved on all fours and had a snout and mane like a lion, but a tail like a lizard with a fork end. As soon as it bit into my neck, a large pale figure jumped onto it attacking it. It snarled before shouting. "Don't kill humans!" I found myself bleeding out on the ground helpless and feeling as tho I was unable to do anything. I strained my blurring eyes to focus on a sign in the distance as I started to try and crawl away what little I could. I hoped someone could save me, but I don't think there is much hope for me.

Suddenly, the pale man startled me by silently standing there over me. I laid there begging for mercy with my eyes as my voice had given up on me. With one hand he slowly removed his hat and bowed before me, as tho he was greeting me. I saw that where his right eye should be it was smooth skin as though, there wasn't even a socket. He said, "Greetings, I'm glad that you're awake now. I hope everything was to your liking this evening sir. I did try to help you as much as I could, but I sadly don't understand your kind anymore."

Something shot through me and slowly lifted my body off the ground. The agonizing pain forced a shriek from me. I was suspended in the air, blood pooling on the ground below me. My body became limp and cold, and I knew death would be coming soon. "I'm sorry that hurt you more then I intended it to, but your kind usually feels nothing from this if I recall. Wait, or do they? Hmm... I forget." He said, his voice seeming to get further away with every word.

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"Morningstar, can you get my coffee?" Asked Maxwell. "Hey Morningstar, can you get me some coffee too?" Agent Sian asked. "Sure, no problem," I said. While walking to the coffee machine, I noticed the Director leaving and I waved to acknowledge him as he walked out, then returned to Ace Director Maxwell Horren with his fresh cup of joe. "Here is your coffee, sir," I said. "Thank you, Morningstar. You keep this up and I may have to give you a rase." Maxwell said.

I returned to my computer passing Sian and handing her a mug with black coffee before continuing to work. After a short time, I noticed a quiet buzzing sound in my ears, which turned to static, like an old television. Soon, the sound got louder and increased in intensity. I began to feel nauseated and dizzy. I ran to the bathroom with a gut-wrenching feeling overcoming me. Then, a terrible headache began in my temples, and my breathing became weak and shallow, making me feel lightheaded and starved for air. I hovered over a toilet, with water in my mouth as nausea continued to overcome me. It wasn't long before I knew I would faint if I did not lie down. I closed my eyes and sat back against the stall door and rubbed my temples with my fingertips.

The sound of gunfire filled the air and a sense of dread fell over me. "Oh, Shit!" 'What the hell just happened?' I thought to myself as tried to stand. The pain in my head and stomach twisted around from the sudden movement. I walked to the doorway of the restrooms and looked around on the office. An eerie quiet filled the air. I stumble out from the restroom searching for a wall to grasp to when I fell past a cubical and see red chunks and blood everywhere. 'Maxwell's head is missing.' I thought in shock. My body turned and my eyes darted to Sian's cubical. 'She's gone. Maybe she ran to get help.' I thought to myself as my eyes rested on the sealing. A shadow moved against the light, but by then I started to feel the fade as I fell asleep.

I awoke to the sound of a voice in the distance, my eyes remaining shut against my will. "Hey Kate, I'm so sorry about our plans, something came up, and I'm going to be busy all day tomorrow, but I'm coming over to visit you tomorrow night instead, bye." "HEY! ARE YOU OKAY? ...Buzz." It then cut out and with it the sound of something being set down. "Don't worry, this is only a formality. Aedi on evah uoy. Oreh a era uoy kniht uoy ekil gnitca era uoy ereh, Tey. elttil os wonk dna hcum os kniht uoy nac. Woh namuh citehtap a ylurt era uoy." As they spoke it became hard to think, the words became another language to me.

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My eyes slammed open and the thoughts that it was just a dream came flooding in. I sat up and placed on my slippers before walking over to a stained wooden desk. I reached into fountain pen drawer to retrieve the secret key stashed inside a hollow fountain pen. Then I reached behind the retractable keyboard tray, to locate the key latch for the locked file box. I opened the file box without looking because experience with my daily writing exercise made me familiar with the lock by touch alone. I retrieved my book and began to review my last few entries.

| -12/3/2021- | It was strange last night. I swore I saw something for a second. I lied when I called it in. Now it's nagging at me. I should have given them more. Why ask me to go home in the middle of a suspect report? That is not protocol. | -12/4/2021- | I didn't expect Max to blow off my concerns like that. He told me that I was working too hard and that it was making me paranoid. I pleaded with him as someone I consider my brother, he only gave me a worried look. | -12/5/2021- | Today I asked if I could return to the crime scene with a team. I got turned down by the Director who said, don't waste our resources on paranoid delusions. The nerve of him. Fucking red tape. | Update: I get it now, I went back to the scene and it was cleaned. The walls were painted over. The ground had cement freshly laid in the ally. But they missed something. A kid was playing outside and I asked him if he saw anything strange and he said his older sister did when she was sneaking out last night. I spoke with her and she described a truck unmarked with men walking around in all camo outfits with black vests, the vests had a print in the top right of it. S.O.I.R.

'Right. I need to research S.O.I.R. I'm sure the will come up in F.B.I. database.' I thought to myself as I put away my journal. The feeling of eyes on me grew as I put it back in the lockbox, locked it and stashed the key back in my fountain pen. "That is one way to hide something you don't want people to see." Said a female voice from behind me. I tried to turn to face the woman but as I moved a loud ringing filled my ears. "You don't have to see me, to know that I'm there. You are one of us... after all. Don't worry. It will pass. This feeling of pain." She said from behind. I got out my journal. I found the pages 12/3/2021 through to 12/5/2021 and tore the pages out. The feeling of pain with each page being torn as though with the pages a piece of my mind went with it. The days must disappear. I cannot keep a record of this. I know in my mind that this is not my thoughts but I must burn the pages. After burning my pages I returned my journal back to its proper place, hidden in my desk. I feel very tired, and lie down on my bed and fall asleep. As my eyes shut I think to myself 'How are you doing this to me?!'

~ ~ ~ ~ December- 2001

I open my eyes to a cold and immaculate all-white padded room. The fluorescent light above me flickers every now and again. I stair up at it with an empty feeling as I lay strapped to the table. Cordes run from arms and chest to a monitor and IV drip across the room. The room was void of sound. 'This was normal. I was always there. Never a time where I left the room.' A buzz rang at the door and it opened. One by one, men in all-white came and loomed over me. One of them stuck me with needles as the others reviewed the monitor and wrote it all down. One of them entered with a brush a washcloth; he bushed my hair and cleaned me before wrapping my feet and hands so I couldn't scratch anyone. Then he left, and soon after their leader came in. He shined a light in my eyes before looking over at the monitor; his face twisted into worry. "Take him off everything, we need to keep him from hurting himself." He commanded the other men in all-white. "Yes sir." said one of them as he turned the machines off. They pulled out the IV and removed the tags for the monitor. "Good now, where is it?" The lead scientist inquired, to which the other scientists moved to the side allowing a nurse to enter with a large needle. "The other compounds have already been injected, this is all that is left, sir." She stated as she moved to inject. I cried out, "Mister, please stop. I implore you!" "I'm afraid not, see, you are our most prized mystery. You must realize this by now, considering you are such an intelligent boy. Now please be calm Zane; this will end shortly." The lead scientist stated. Suddenly a sharp pain felled my being as the needle entered and the contents were plunged into my body. I started crying, tears ran down my face as they just watched with pen and clipboard in hand. My chest pounded harder and harder with each beat. 'Please let me die this time? Will it end?' I thought as with every breath grew harder to draw. Each of the men in white wrote on their borders as the pain continued to grow inside me. They finally looked up and walked out one by one. As the lead scientist looked back at me and shook his head, a look of sadness formed. "You still hold on to this body even though it only damages you. I honestly do not understand you." He then turned and left the room. At the doorway he stopped to talk with a woman; what he was saying was faint. She then entered the room and closed the door behind her. She was short and don the same all-white outfit with lab-coat, but she also had on a black baseball cap that was placed on backwards. She reached into her coat pocket and pulled out a pair of garden cutters. "Don't worry, I will help you, child. You don't deserve any of this..." She said before she started cutting on the straps. "Your name is Zane, right? It's going to be okay now. No more tests. I promise you." My pain remained as she cut me free. I could not move very well thanks to the years of immobility. She then unraveled the wraps from around my hands and feet before lifting me up to carry me out of the room. We entered into a long hallway that was all-white with a blue line running across the floor, and doors marked with numbers in red. "My name is Cora by the way... You are so small and light. They don't feed you enough, you poor thing. Your family would be sad if they could see you now." She said as she walked to the end of the hall and turned to meet the stairs before going down them. "I don't have a family," I said quietly. She looked at me for a minute before smiling. "You should have some... If not, I'll be your family, and I'll make sure you are never unhappy again." She said, giving me a smile.

After a bit more walking we were outside and there she had a large white stretched canvas bag. She then hugged me with one arm while using a free hand to open the bag before slipping me inside it. She then had me hold papers and folders that were originally inside of it, to conceal myself. As she walked she assured me that they would think nothing of it before she reached the checkpoint. "Good evening Doctor Morningstar, I see you're taking your work home with you again?" Said a man's voice. "Yes, just a few forms and spare parts from the Robotics lab." She replied. "I see, well I'm sure you know the protocol by now." He returned. "Yes, the release forms." She said before placing the bag on the floor gently and writing on a piece of paper. The guard gave her a nod and she lifted the back and walked away from the checkpoint. "See not so bad now, was that?" She asked before placing the bag in the passenger seat of the car. I crawled up to poke my head out of the bag to be greeted with a very nice car. It had sets lined with black leather. It was pristine as though it had just been driven off the car lot. "I see you like my car. It's fairly new so it still has the new car smell that people love." She smiled at me before turning the car over. "Thank you!" I mumbled with a slight smile. "Don't thank me, please. You do not deserve any of what they did to you. I'm just sorry it took me a year to find out about you. If I knew, I would have helped you a lot sooner. Screw the job! Those Fucks should know better than to use a kid for experiments, I mean Fucking ay list fuck wads. Excuse my tongue. Don't repeat that, please." She said giving me a saddened expression. "Things are not always what they seem," I replied. She gave me a glance before returning her eyes to the road. A saddened look twisted on her face into anger as she thought of what they were doing to him for years.

~~~~ -2 year later- Children laughing and playing at a park as cars roar past sending gusts of wind to lash out at the pedestrians walking on the sidewalks. A petite woman with short black hair carries a bag of parts she just stripped from an old junk cars and parts lot. She is pleased with herself for the amazing stuff she managed to get her hands on. She made her way slowly to the new house she and her son had just moved into. Her son is a very smart young boy who won a Guinness World record for highest IQ and is considered a Child prodigy. He was walking home from school when he saw her returning from her venture. She smiled when she saw him and quickened her pace she placed her things on the ground and opened her arms to welcome him home. He ran to her with a smile on his face as well.

'No don't make me live through that night again. Anything else but that.' I thought to myself.

"Soooo... how was your first day at school today? Teach any of the Teachers anything new?" She said with a smirk as they sat at a table eating dinner. "You know it would be rude of me to try and educate the educators. I want them to like me." He said before looking down at the table. "I have no friends still." "Don't worry about it honey, just give it some time. You'll make friends I'm sure of it. People just have to get to know you." She said with a smile before sitting up and kissing him on the top of his head. She then grabbed both their plates and took them over to the sink and started washing them. "Look there is a park not far from here, I passed it on my way home. You should play like the other kids, you'll find lots of friends that way. If you want I can take you tonight before bed so you can get used to the idea." She turned and gave me a smile as she put away the dishes. "I would like that." He smiled. "Very well then, let's not waste daylight!" She said walking over to a closet and pulling out her coat and his. He jumped down and sprinted for the door grabbing his coat out of her hand as he passed her. "Come on mom!" He said before opening the door. "Okay Zane, calm down. Wow! I don't think I have ever seen you this excited." She said with a smile on her face as she followed after him. She soon reached the park seconds behind him as they both ran. He ran to the swings and sat on them before kicking his legs. "Mother, can you push me please?" "Of course." She said walking over to behind him and giving him a kiss before pushing him. His smile grew as she pushed him higher and higher.

'No stop it!'

"Did you have fun?" She asked as they walked back. "Yes, I did! Lots of fun and you know why?" He asked. "Why?" She asked him with a pleased look. "Because you are the best mom in the world." He answered with a grin. "Oh you are silly, you don't know that! There are millions of moms and some do a lot more for there kids and have a lot more on their plate. I'm just your mom so I seem special to you." She replied before giving him a smile. "But, it is sweet that you think so much of me." "I love you." He said quietly before he heard the sound of someone falling to the ground. "Mom?" He turned to see her laying on the ground unmoving. "Mom... Get up please." He said quietly, tears running down his face. He looked her over with no clear sign of injury. "Are you awake?" He asked before placing his hand on her neck. He felt no sign of movement, not a breath nor heartbeat. He felt a sharp pain but he was not hurt. His breath grew unsteady and tears ran down his face. He heard a woman in the distance scream and yell call 911. He laid down next to her, knowing she would be taken away soon. He hoped a doctor could save her but something told him she was gone.

-The next morning.- "Can't believe it. She was gone just like that?" A woman said to a man who sat beside her. "Yeah, she apparently has been having blackouts every now and then at work. That's a big sign for tumors." The man that was with the woman said. "I just can't believe she had a child and never told me." She said to him. "You shouldn't be surprised. You did tell her you never wanted to see her again, 8 years ago." The man said in a mad tone. "I didn't mean it. She's my sister, I loved her to death. I wish she had told me. I never would have retired it I knew. Now I can't keep him. I simply can't afford it right now." She replied. "Milly, yes you can if you stop buying so many new shoes and going to other countries for weekend trips. That stuff will cost you more than that kid ever will. Plus he will get a check since she was retired, she died and he is still a child. Think about it. I could raise him for you. You wouldn't lose any of your freedom." He stated, trying to reason with her. "Excuse me? No, I'm not taking him on just so you can yell at me when he does something stupid. And trust me, he will! He is 5 and he will be 6 in five days. His mother just died in front of him. He has no friends, so no peers to rely on for comfort. You think he won't be messed up from all this and have a punkass rebellious phase where he commits crimes?" She stated loudly. The cops looked over at her from down the hall. "Say that louder could you. I don't think the kid heard you yet." The man replied with sarcasm.

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