#suits the tone more but then for another thread I’m happily using a pack from the same project like

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But I also gotta lowkey add that if someone else makes gifs of something and you wind up really loving those gifs… don’t stop making your gifs. Finish that pack up, release it into the world if you were planning to, do not let it dissuade you from finishing your own art because yeah you’re in that I’ve been staring at it too long mindset now but that doesn’t mean what you’re working on isn’t gorgeous.

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English, Please

Part 6: Exhaustion and Enegry Drinks? Your Favorite! Can’t Say The Same For Elijah...

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You were a little cranky. You hadn't gotten as much sleep as you intended to get the night before because you were studying for a test and almost pulled an all-nighter.

So here you were, running on only half an hour of sleep.

Little did you know, Elijah had the same situation as you, except he was up all night grading papers and preparing a test for the week.

All of your teachers picked up on your prickly behavior quickly. You were usually really kind and respectful, but you were a little snappy toward everyone.

"Hey, Y/N/N!" Caroline greeted happily when she got up to you in the hall, about to head to your third period.

You growled, "What, Caroline?"

She made a face, "Jeez, just saying hi. What's wrong with you?"

You rubbed your temples, "I'm fine. Tired."

"I can see that."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Hey, Y/L/N, what's got your panties in a twist?" Damon asked as he came up beside the both of you.

You had to keep yourself from snapping at him. Literally. You were not doing so well.

"Tired. Do something and I'll bite you," you threatened full-heartedly.

He shook his head and rolled his eyes, digging in his bag. He gave you an energy drink and told you, "Take this, or you'll end up getting detention with one of the teachers."

Detention with Elijah wouldn't be so bad...

But you really needed a mood lift and a little more energy could give you that. You sighed and drank from the bottle, thanking Damon.

"This is alcohol, is it?" You asked him, lifting a brow.

He rolled his eyes again, "I'm trying to keep you from detention, not throw you in a suspension. Have a little faith."

You rolled your eyes at the Salvatore Brother and got to Klaus's class with Caroline.

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You were in a better mood by the time the class ended and were ready to go see Elijah. You couldn't wait.

Oh, a side effect of energy drinks that you tend to have? You got...testy. How you loved to challenge and antagonize people.

You couldn't wait to see how Elijah would fair against you.

So you walked into French class, getting through the door. Usually, you were the first person in so you could steal a kiss, but today you were next to last. Already off to a good start.

Elijah looked up at you when you walked through the door with no one in particular, that very small, very silent smirk on your face.

He narrowed his eyes which followed you halfway to your seat. He cleared his throat and started teaching.

You tapped Stefan's shoulder in front of you, whispering a little, "I'm bored."

He furrowed his brow, "Ceci est votre classe préférée. C'est le cours préféré de tout le monde. Comment tu t'ennuies? (This is your favorite class. It's everyone's favorite class. How are you bored?)"

You shrugged, "Just am. The teacher's no fun."

Stefan rolled his eyes and turned back to his desk, "Concentrer, Y/N. (Focus.)"

You let out a huff and Elijah turned around, a hand on his desk and his ruler in hand. He only used the thing to point at the board or screen when he was using it.

"Y a-t-il quelque chose que vous aimeriez partager avec tout le monde? (Is there something you would like to share with everyone?)" He asked sternly.

Stefan shook his head, "Non, Professeur. (No, Professor.)"

"Êtes-vous sûr? Je suis sûr que j'ai entendu l'anglais. (Are you sure? I'm sure I've heard English.)" Elijah raised a brow, looking to you for an explanation.

You concealed your smile and shrugged, "Non, Monsieur."

He narrowed his eyes at you before turning back to the board. You muttered, "That's 'cause you speak it, dumbass."

"Y/N!" Stefan whisper-shouted.

"Y a-t-il autre chose? (Is there something else?)" Elijah asked, his voice more firm than before.

"Non, Professeur," you told him. He eyed you again and you crossed your legs from one side to the other. He licked his bottom lip between his teeth and you had to keep yourself from smiling at the effect you had on him.

He turned back to the board once again.

You sat in your seat, not paying much attention. You already knew what he was teaching, you got a sneak peak at his lessons last time you were with him.

In fact, he let you do it after he'd finished putting it together. The only reason it was more challenging for you than for everyone else was because he had you do the work while he fucked you, having you read it out loud as you did your work.

That was a fun night...

You tapped your fingers on the desk quietly and thought for a moment. You smiled and grabbed a piece of paper from your bag,

You scribbled a note on it and passed it to Stefan. 'Don't his hands look so hot? Mm, those hands...'

Stefan's eyes widened very slightly and scribbled on another piece of paper, throwing it over to you. 'Y/N, he's your teacher.'

You rolled your eyes. 'I can still fantasize. Besides, we're seniors. I'm out by the end of the year.'

'What are you saying?' He scribbled back.

'I can fantasize about those hands, that's what I'm saying. Those big, perfect, beautiful hands.'

Stefan sighed heavily, 'Y/N! Behave!'

'I'm just saying. He's hot. Just attractive.'

Stefan shook his head and went back to his work, not responding so he could use the last few minutes to do his work.

The class came to an end and Elijah announced, "Au revoir, classe. (Goodbye, class.)"

Everyone got up, packing as they got ready to leave the class. He added, "À part toi, M. Salvatore et Ms. Y/L/N. (Except for you, Mr. Salvatore and Ms. Y/L/N.)"

You almost smirked. Stefan spoke up, "Oui, Professeur Mikaelson." He put the pieces of papers in his bag and went to zip it up.

Elijah shook his head, "Avec les notes, s'il vous plaît. (With the notes, please.)" He didn't turn around as he said this.

Stefan shot you a look and everyone left the class, giggling and murmuring about your "misfortune".

You both went to the front of the classroom, standing in front of his desk. Elijah held his hand out for the notes and Stefan handed it over reluctantly.

"Vous avez une détention, Y/N. (You have detention, Y/N.)" Elijah told you not yet reading the notes. "Merci, M. Salvatore. Vous pouvez partir. (Thank you, Mr. Salvatore. You can leave.)" He said this as he sat down in his seat.

"Quoi? (What?)" You questioned, feigning surprise. Stefan nodded and left the room, shrugging at you as he left. You mouthed "traitor" at him as he walked out the door, closing it behind him.

You turned back to Elijah, smirking a little. He looked up at you and cocked a brow, taking in a breath.

You folded your hands behind your back, rocking back and forth on your feet. You looked over his desk to see the notes, scanning over them as you told him, "Vous trouverez les notes familières. Après tout, je te l'ai déjà dit... (You will find the note familiar. After all, I already told you...)"

"You're going to make me say it?" He asked.

You questioned, "Dire quoi? (Say what?)"

He sighed, "English, please."

"As you wish. I still have a class after this, you know," you told him, quirking a brow.

He spoke as he peaked at you over the notes, "Actually, you have lunch and then you have Kol. You'll be fine."

He began reading the note, drowning the room is silence. His brows shot up as he read it, clearly amused by the notes.

"That's was a little dangerous of you, dear," he told you as he tore the pages and threw them away.

"Maybe I'm feeling a little dangerous today," you told him, licking your bottom lip into your mouth.

He let out a rather aroused sigh and said, "What's gotten into you today? You were talking in class, passing notes. Are you looking you be punished?"

You leaned forward a little, teasingly, "Maybe I am, sir."

Elijah stared at you, his eyes falling to your lips. You were so out of character, but he still loved every bit of it. Oh, you would have to be punished for your behavior.

He spoke, "Don't his hands look so hot? Mm, those hands..." He was repeated your notes to you. The tone in his voice made you so wet. But you wouldn't cave. If two could play that game, then two would.

You nodded, speaking in the most seductive tone you could muster, "Those hands... Those big, perfect, beautiful hands."

You closed your eyes, imagining them inside of you, giving a light moan as you bit your bottom lip. You could tell by the way he sighed and shifted in his chair that you were winning.

You should be sleep deprived more often...

He lifted his hands, setting his elbows on the table. He showed them off, looking at them as he turned them around so you had a good view of them. He asked, "These hands? The ones you love to feel inside of you. The ones you've sucked and fucked?"

You almost lost it then. His tone was so perfect and his hands moving the way they were were making you uncomfortably desperate.

But you wouldn't break.

You swallowed your moan and nodded, "Yes, those very ones. The ones you slide in and out of me, and it's always easy to because I'm always so wet for you. How I love those hands."

You were back on top again because he closed his eyes, no doubt imagining your slick wetness. He loved imagining you.

He finally stood from his desk, adjusting the cuffs of the already perfect sleeves of his already perfect suit. He was just doing it to get to you again.

And it was working.

He moved closer to you and you had to adjust, now looking up at him instead of down. The height difference made you swallow hard.

He noticed and used it to his advantage, "You love seeing me over you, don't you, my sweet?"

You nodded, "And you love seeing me under, nd over, and beside, and bent over that desk or your knee."

Your wetness was now pooling in your panties, wetting your inner thighs. You shifted slightly, just enough, because Elijah heard the slight sound of that slickness and almost completely lost it. You could see it in his eyes; he was holding on by a thread.

"Oh, my dear. The things you do to me," he spoke, so close to your face now.

You licked your lips, "I accept your surrender."

He chuckled lightly. Now you were also hanging on by a thread.

It was whoever spoke first.

And you almost did.

But he had you.

All you were going to say was 'If you're going to punish me, go ahead.'

But he used your weakness against you, leaning into your ear and telling you in that raspy, deep, seductive tone of his.

"If you want to be my good girl, all you have to do is sit on that desk for me. I'm sure I can find a suitable way to punish you for your misdeeds."

Fuck.

You lost. You weren't even mad.

You let out a shaky breath and used whatever breath was left to moan. You sat on the desk obediently, spreading your legs for him desperately.

He smiled, "I win."

You rolled your eyes, "Yeah, yeah, yeah. Get over here and fuck me already."

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Because, I Love You: Requested ☆

Requested by @deepestfirefun - I love you soooooo damn much. My soul sister across the pond.  Requested: You have broken up with your fiancé because you found out he was a total womanizer and it was quite the nasty break up too. You left your apartment, only took what you needed without looking back. Richard, your good friend heard about it while he was filming the Ocean´s 8 and without a second thought took you under his wings. You were an utter mess emotionally but spending time with Richard started to heal your wounded heart although you didn´t feel like trusting men ever again, except for Richard. He was furious to your ex-fiancé when he learned what had happened, he had been always very caring and protective of you. And while Richard did everything to make you feel better, you started to wonder if it had been Richard all along who you should have started a relationship with.

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Message me if you would like a FanFic Sunday Request. ________________ “What did you just say?” You questioned, almost dropping your phone in your lap. “Move in with me. At least until you get back on your feet.” He proposed. “I can’t ask you to do that. Not for me!” You exclaimed. “Yes you can! I’m offering. Happily, might I add.” Richard cooed on the other side of the phone, with a hint of a smile in his tone.  Sitting in your car, with your hand on the steering wheel, you thumbed your thumb against the leather coating. You thought about his offer. He lived only a few minutes from your office, near central park, and the best thing was, he would be there. He was currently out of town but assured you that he would be back in a few days to continue filming Ocean’s 8 and he would make sure to take you out to get your mind off of things. After a break up, it’s best to be around family and friends. Richard was definitely a great friend to be around. He’s kind, and generous, a bit of goofball, but he always found a way to make things up to you or put a smile on your face.  “I haven’t seen you in months, and I hate to tell you this, but I’m not taking no for an answer.” He added. “Richard, I honestly can’t do this. I need to be by myself.” “I’m not going to let that happen. I’m rather vexed at the entire matter, and if he shows up, I will have him thrown out or arrested.” His voice went very deep. A side of him you hadn’t heard before. Was that protection and anger in his voice? He wasn’t lying. Since you started dating Ethan, Richard and you had a hard time seeing each other. He was always out of town or too busy to actually spend proper time; he did however meet you for those 1-2 hr lunches before leaving or sent presents to you loft to apologize for not being able to make it. Also, to make matters worse, despite the fact that Richard was always so kind, and polite to your fiancée, Ethan didn’t like Richard. It showed in how possessive he was, not allowing Richard to be alone with you, be next to you, or even on the phone with you for a long period of time. Maybe Ethan could sense that under your guise as a friend, you did have feelings for Richard. You at one point convinced yourself that you were in love with him, and you needed to tell him. But with his schedule, you saw how difficult it was, and then realized it’s you. Richard wouldn’t be into you when he had many women around him. You had to back off in order to try to make the new relationship work. So, you put a lid on your feelings and said nothing. You were friends. Just friends. Ethan on the other hand… “Where are you right now?” He asked. “Siting in my car outside of The Hyatt.” You replied looking around at your surroundings. The Hyatt was a stunningly. Beautiful hotel in New York, and you were outside at the valet parking deciding on if you should go in or not. The streets were still busy for 3am, but it was The Big Apple, and this place never sleeps. It had rained earlier, and the streets glistened with the glow and flickering of the traffic lights. Restaurants and bars still open along the strip, and people gathered hand in hand walking and laughing. You wish you could laugh, but Ethan stole that from you months ago, and now you sit here alone, in your car in your flat shoes, and night gown. You had to pack a bag with enough clothes to last you a few days. Ethan was leaving for Hong Kong for work, and that would be the best time to get your belongings, and never see him again.  “Please don’t sleep there, just go to my penthouse, we will figure out the rest.” He insisted. You knew that doing this, moving in with Richard, no matter how long you would be there, would piss Ethan off. And you honestly wanted to hurt him. Maybe not the same way he hurt you, but still hurt him nonetheless. “Are you sure about this?” “Very.” “Okay!” You conceded, “Thank you.” “Anything for you dove.” “Anything?” You sang sweetly, with hit of a smile on your face. “Absolutely anything.” He gushed over the phone.  You pulled at a piece of thread on your nightgown, and blushed hard. Even from thousands of miles away, he knew how to make you swoon with just his voice and words. If he was in front of you and said that, it would have taken the force of an army to hold you back from kissing him. The way those words came out of his mouth stirred something inside of you that hadn’t been touched in months, but you could focus on that right now. You needed to get out of this car.  “Head on over, I’ll call ahead, and make sure everything is taken care of.” “Thank you again, Richard.” “No need to thank me. I need you safe, and sound in our flat. I’ll see you in a few days, yeh?” He stated. “Yea ok. You said your goodbyes and headed over to his flat. After pulling into the Richards visitor spot under his flat building, you gather your things, and end upstairs to the 21st floor. Once you exit the elevator you are thrown off by the very large gift basket sitting in front of the door. You put your bag down and kneel to read the note left on top.  *** To: The most beautiful woman in the world. From: The luckiest man in the world to have you in his life <3 Get some rest and enjoy the basket. You deserve it, and if I have to, I will send you more to keep a smile on your face until I get there. Yours always, Richard *** You smiled so hard, and pulled the note to your chest for a moment, as if you wanted to absorb the words into your very heart. You see another little baggy with the keycode to get into his flat, and you make your way in taking the bag and basket inside. 

You flick on the light upon entering the foyer, a grand entertaining gallery opens into a living room and formal dining room with raised ceilings, accentuated by a dramatic glass skylight. You decided to look around the penthouse to get used to the surroundings. The room has been decorated to the highest standards with custom doors, wood-work cabinetry, and beveled glass to enhance the breathtaking views. A custom-carved stairway, wood-paneled elevator, beautifully-appointed powder room, and spacious closets are located just off the gallery. Adjacent to the formal dining room and located along Central Park is a tastefully designed eat-in kitchen with top-of-the-line appliances.

The 21st floor featured a luxurious master suite with a fireplace, terrace, and large sitting room. A magnificent master bathroom with bookmarked slabs of marble, two showers, two private water closets and two separate vanity sinks complete this space. The suite also included multiple fitted closets and a whimsical loggia with a wet bar along the terrace. Two additional south-facing bedrooms, two redesigned en-suite baths, an elegant study with terrace access and an automated Crestron system for lighting, shades and music. The 21st floor included a service entrance which you came in through seeing that Richard had the key to the main entrance elevator.  “No wonder he doesn’t go out. He has everything he needs here.” You said to yourself, as you made your way back to the door to gather your things. You walked into the master bedroom and placed the basket on the bed. You finally opened the clear wrapping and started to pull out each item. Bath bombs, candles, wine, scented lotions, and oils. There was a silken pink night gown, with matching sleeping mask. Then a box of assorted chocolates, and your favorite box of perfume.  A little while later, after a hot shower, and two glasses of wine, you climb into Richards bed, and cover yourself with the thick black blanket. Your phone buzzed, and you picked it up to see that Richard sent you a photo and text. he sent you a gif of his face smiling, and blowing you a kiss, then saying goodnight. You send him a text back saying goodnight and thanking him again before you placed it back on the nightstand. As you fell asleep your mind thought of pleasant things. Such as now being able to start your life over without Ethan. Perhaps with someone great. Someone like Richard.  “Why am I not with you?” Was the last words that slipped from your lips before passing out. _____ See, this wasn’t how it was supposed to happen. You were supposed to find a guy, fall in love, get married, have children and live out your lives together. Old, holding hands and maybe, just maybe dying together in your sleep. But your life didn’t work out so luck that way. Time after time you had to fight for what you wanted, and when you thought you had it, life kicked you down again. Here you sat on the cold tile floor in the bathroom, in the dark holding your fiancés phone.  The painful reality that he wasn’t who you thought. Your jaw clinched, the burning in your eyes began, and you turned the phone on. You had to know. You read every single one of the texts that he sent them. Every detail about what he wanted to do to them, and what he wanted them to do to him. How he couldn’t stop thinking of them, and how they were the only thing he ever wanted. He even said I love you to a few of them. They begged for him to dump you, and he said that he would, but he was waiting for the right time. He couldn’t even bother changing up his texts, they were the same lines, repeatedly. The same dick pics and fantasy. The only thing that seemed to change was the location to meet them for dinner, or the hotel room he would rent out for the day for his “Client Meetings”   You turned the phone off and gripped your chest, right at your heart. You dug your nails into your skin until it hurt, but it would never compare to the pain you felt that spread through your body like a raging fire. It scorched every nerve in your body, and you began to shake. Your eyes burned and when you could hold on no longer you let out a scream that could have cracked glass, and you threw his phone against the wall. It shattered.  Once that first tear broke free, the rest followed in an unbroken stream. You bent forward, pressed your palms to the floor, you began to cry with the force of a person vomiting on all fours.

You heard footsteps running up to the door.

“(y/n) are you ok? What was that noise?” A male voice said on the other side. “Just go away” you said, the words slipping from your lips so softly that only you could have heard it, but you secretly wish he did. You continued to cry, your fingers digging into the black cloth of the bathmat. You felt sick to your stomach. The ache in your heart was too much to bare. “(y/n) answer me!! What is going on? I am beginning to worry!” The voice said again, wiggling the door knob a few times. “Go the fuck away!” You managed to raise your head up and yelled. “Just leave, get out! I don’t want you here anymore!” You turned your body to the toilet now, lifting the lid, and prepared yourself for what was about to come up. “(y/n) What?! What are you talking about? “He yelled back, banging on the door.  “Open up! What happened?” he pressed again, his voice very concerned and urgently searching for a reason why you would react this way. “I hate you.” You said softly into the toilet. You shook your head because you knew you had to throw up, and the rage that was building in your gut was making its way to your chest. The kind of rage that was instant and all you needed was the final push. The door knob started to shake violently, and then the door started to bang as if something was being pushed against it. With a loud BANG the door was forcefully opened, and Ethan came stumbling in, the wall across from the door catching him. He looked around the bathroom and saw his phone on the ground, and then looked up at you. “What is going on? It’s 4 o’clock in the morning, and you’re screaming.” He said as he bent down and picked up his phone examining the broken pieces. “I had work and clients on here, and you break it?” “Right! Work and clients “You quoted with your fingers. “I am sure your clients needed a picture of your fucking dick for their legal troubles. I guess you’re a full-service kind of lawyer. “you proclaimed, as you rose to your feet. You took a few steps closer to him. His face went completely white and he swallowed hard. His eyes shifted over to the right of you unable to look in your eyes and there it was. The shame or was it guilt. Either way he knew that this was it for him. “(Y/N)” He started, but you cut him off. “Who is Emily?” You shoved him back “Rhonda?” You shoved him again. “Dianna?” You asked pushing him one last time, this time harder and he was backed into the corner and could see his jaw tighten. “Oh, and my favorite, your fucking secretary Bridgette.” You smiled and shook your head. “I knew it. I knew it.” You stressed, your voice starting to shake with the buildup of anger, and more tears. “They mean nothing to me. Not like you. “Ethan said calmly to you. His eye contact making his words seem sincere. Was he telling the truth?  Maybe, but it was too late. That trust had already been destroyed. “You’re a fucking liar.”  You walked out of the bathroom and into the bedroom you shared. You walked to the other side of the room to get away from him. It was too much. You always had a feeling that something was right about him, but you couldn’t put your finger on it. You grabbed your bag from the closet, and started throwing clothes in them, cussing and yelling as you stuffed many items in it. You weren’t even sure what it all was, but the more that you put in that bag was the more you were close to getting out of there. Ethan tried to grab you to talk things out. Grabbing your arm, you pulled it away, he grabbed both of your wrists to calm you and to pull you into his chest, but you pushed him away repeatedly You took a shirt and hit him with it and he held his hands up grabbing the fabric in the air, twisting it around his hand and yanked you close to him. “Please calm down, we can talk about this.” He held you firmly to him, looking at you dead in your eyes, not even blinking. Was he terrified of losing you? Was he scared of what his life would be like without you? You fought more against his grip. “Would you stop! He yelled, “and fucking listen to me! They mean nothing to me! I want to marry you and be with you!” You looked closer into his eyes and saw that they were glazing over. Was he about to cry? Was he actually upset that he hurt you? For a brief moment, you settled down, and lowered your guard for a moment.

“I love you.” He said, releasing the grip on your wrist since he must have felt your nerves calm. “There is nothing to freak out about. My heart belongs to only you.” He said, leaning in closer to your face. “I want to kiss only you…” Ba-dum

The sound of your heart echoed in your ears as he spoke those words… “ I want to marry only you..”

Ba -dum But it wasn’t the words you wanted to hear. It was the wrong words. “I am going to marry you (Y/N).” he whispered right before his lips touched yours. Those were the wrong words…. “The hell you are!” You yelled as you pushed him back, but he still held one of your wrists.  “What makes you think that I would even marry you?” You questioned as you finally yanked yourself free from his grasp. You turn and walk to the other side of the bed, snatching up your phone. Your fingers unlocked it and you started to search through it. You started muttering to yourself. “Great! I guess you’re going to call him now. Complain about me?” He gestured with his arms, shifting his weight from one leg to the other. “Call who?” You questioned, going through your contacts. Richards name slowly scrolled down, and your thumb landed on his name, but Ethan had caught your attention and you looked up from the phone. “Who do you think? Richard for fuck sake. You can’t seem to just let him the fuck go can you!” Ethan said, yanking up a shirt from the side chair, and putting it on, followed by a pair of mint green pants. You always hated those pants. “He has nothing to do with this. You did this! “You proclaimed. Snatching up your keys and walking over to the night stand to grab a few more things, shoving them into the bag. “Whatever you need to tell yourself (y/n) You’re probably acting like this because you slept with him, and now you are turning a tiny indiscretion of mine into this mountain of guilt.” He gestured with is hands and body movement. “Are you fucking kidding me right now?! Are you trying to turn this around on me? You gestured pointing to yourself.

“I’m just stating the facts. You couldn’t have him, so you had to get me. You were too weak to tell him how you felt, and he didn’t care enough about you to notice you. Why would he want you? He’s famous now and can have any woman he wants and you —“ SMASH! The vase you threw at his head shattered near him. He guarded his face and moved aside and looked at you. “WHAT THE FUCK!?!? Have you lost your mind?” He yelled as he moved around the broken pieces by his feet to a clearer spot. Then you looked down to continue to pack, grabbing everything that could fit into this large duffle bag. After stuffing what you could in it, you make your way to the door. “I had to settle for a piece of shit like you.” You added onto his statement, your voice was so calm, still, but the tears filled your eyes and burned as you looked at him without blinking. “I had to lower my standards to a pathetic man child who had to feed on someone else’s insecurities to make himself feel better.” “(Y/n) wait, I didn’t mean…” he said starting to walk towards you but when he saw that you straightened your back and took a more dominate stance, he paused. “You meant every word. And I shouldn’t have said yes to marrying you when in my heart I really didn’t want to. But my family, and your family pressured me. Especially when…” You paused for a moment and looked around the room and then back at him. “When I knew I would never love you the way I love him.” Those words flew from your mouth so fast. You never thought that you would think it, let alone say it out loud. You knew instantly from the look in his eyes that they’d hit their mark. In that instant your relationship shattered into glassy shards. Nothing would ever be the same again. “We’re over!” You completed as you walked out of the door. ______ The next day you remained in the protection of your dear friend penthouse. You closed the blinds, and the curtains. You brewed some coffee, with cream, and added some caramel into the mixture as you lazily walked back to his room. You hadn’t slept so well after dreaming about the fight you had with Ethan. It was so fresh in your heart and mind. You placed the mug on the night stand and crawled back into bed. Tucking yourself into the big red and white pillows and pulled the black duck down comforter over yourself. You leaned back against the pillowed backboard, reached for the remote, twitched on the TV and flipped through the channels until you landed on the TV show FRIENDS. Tossing the remote beside you, you tried to focus on the screen before you, but your phone went off again. You struggled with the decision to pick it up. Looking from the TV back to the phone, and then back to the TV again. Then back at the phone when it went off. You reached over and picked it up. You fingered through the unlock and brought up your phone log. 14 MISSED CALLS – Ethan Hawthorne Then you saw the notifications on your iMessages. You opened it. _______________________________ ETHAN {Please pick up the phone….. } ETHAN {We need to talk!!!} ETHAN {I’m not giving up on us! I don’t care how many times I have to call you or text you! } ETHAN {Why are you acting like this? Can we just please talk?! } ________________________________ You took a deep breath and hovered your finger over delete. For a moment you thought how freeing it would be to clear these, and never reply to him, but then again, what if you did reply. What if you told him to never call or message you again? Is saying nothing, really louder than saying anything at all? Without a second thought you deleted it. You closed your eyes, and put the phone on the nightstand, but before you could fully come to terms with what you just did, you heard a knock on the door. You were expecting anyone, but when you walked to the door, you looked through the hole, and saw a bouquet of flowers. You pulled back and took a step back from the door. Maybe you shouldn’t open it, maybe you should. Ethan was smart, sending you flowers so early. You bit your bottom lip, and then another knock came to the door.  “Who is it?” You shouted. “I have a delivery for a Miss (Y/N).” the man said. “Can you leave it by the door?” You asked, walking closer to the door, and placed your hands on the wood. “I was instructed to hand it directly to her. You know….my job.” He replied. “Ok.” You sigh and open the door. As you open it, the bouquet was in full bloom in front of you. Bright red roses petals, with lush green stems. It was so large it covered the delivery guys face.  “Do I need to sign for it or something?” you ask waiting with your arms crossed in front of you. “Not really, but if you would like to pay in the form of a hug. I wouldn’t object.” He said, as his American accent changed over to the floating melody of a British purr, and as the flowers came down, it revealed the most beautiful man you had ever seen. Richard stood before you with a big smile on his face. His eyes were sparkling, and his cheeks were flushed. He was so excited to see you. You weren’t sure what came over you when you lunged forward and flung your arms around his neck, pulling him into an embrace. He chuckled and leaned down to hug you back. He squeezed you and buried he face in your hair. You heard him take a deep breath, and you could have sworn you felt the thumping of his heart against your chest. It was racing. Or was it yours? At the moment you couldn’t tell, all you knew it he was here with you. You pulled back, but held onto his shirt, while he in return placed his hand on your cheek. You leaned into the warmth of his hand smiling. Your faith in men had left you, but you knew that Richard would heal it. Someone how. Starting by showing up earlier than he said, and now pulling this stun, in his own penthouse.  “I can’t tell you how happy I am that you are here.” You stated excitedly. “But where are my manners, please come in.” you walked back over the threshold, and moved a side so that he could come in.  “I can’t tell you how happy I am to see you, and in my penthouse no less.” He chimed back. Richard walked into the kitchen and placed the vase of roses on the counter top. He turned to look at you and removed his black coat and tossed it on the back of the counter. He looked around the room and shook his head. “What?” “Why is it so dark in here?” “I didn’t want any daylight in here.” “Why? A little daylight would be good for you (Y/N).” he stated as he walked across the room and to the window, he tossed the curtains opened, and the living room was flooded with golden light. He could have pushed the button that does it for him, but he was always the kind of guy to do things himself. You blocked your eyes for a moment, and then put your hands down to see Richard standing before the window with a halo of light around his head. The light caught in his beard, and he turned to look at you with glowing blue eyes. He wore a plaid shirt and dark blue jeans. A trimmed beard, and his hair combed over to one side. He looked good. Gorgeous. “Is that why you’re here? To open my blinds? You turn to Richard and hold up a cup. “Want some?” He walked over to the counter and sat down on the stool. He leaned forward and closed his hands together. 

“Are you going to tell me what happened, or am I going to have to guess?” he sounded irritated, so his voice became a bit deeper. “Richard….” you sighed as you put the first mug into place on the Keurig, you put the K-Cup in the machine, and pulled the lever down, and hit BREW. You turned, and leaned back on the counter, with your hands on both sides of you along the counter top. “Don’t make me.” “What do you want me to say? He cheated. Cheated, a lot, and I was the dumb one who fell for his shit.” You said. The buzzer went off and you turned to remove the first cup, put another in its place, and a new K-Cup, and hit BREW again. You gently placed the cup in front of Richard, and reached over to hand him sugar, and creamer. “You’re not dumb, don’t say that. He cheated, yes, but that isn’t your fault.” Richard said has he put both hands on the sides of the cup. “Not my fault!?” You chuckle just saying those words. But you always thought that it was. Maybe it was in a way. You never really fully expressed yourself or showed that you were completely into the planning of your wedding, or him even. You were just there, going through the motions, while he was there, with other women. To be honest, he wasn’t the one you wanted. You lowered your head and started to cry. You heard the stool shift across the floor and in an instant Richards hands were on you, turning you. He crouched a bit to look at you, and tilted your head up to look at him, and when you did, he straightened himself. “Open your eyes.” he said softly. His hands cupped both sides of your face, his thumbs wiping away the tears from your face. “Look at me (Y/N).” he kindly stressed.  So you did, and he was looking at you with such hope, and longing that it killed you. How can he be so calm at a time like this. How had you been so clam the past night? “I can’t do this anymore.” You weeped.  “Do what?” “Love anyone again. How an I supposed to trust someone after this?” You asked, gripping his shirt.  “It’s not going to be easy dove, but I’m here to show you that you can.”  You looked up at him, and then to his lips. You always wondered what it would be like to kiss him. You lean in close to him, and place your forehead to his chin. He lowers his head to place a kiss on it.    You didn’t want to bottle up your emotions. Sadness, obsessing, and full-blown crying fits was your way to deal with emotional upheaval, and pretending you were fine when you were not will have the same effect as a pressure cooker. So, you called out of work for the next few days, to let all your pent-up feelings loose, whether it was on your own with Celine Dion on full blast, with a box of tissues or with your best friend after two bottles of wine. And your best friend was here now, so here came the tears, and wine.

Sometime later, Richard gently rouses you from a deep slumber after you pasted out in his bed. Richard had to pick you up from the couch after the first bottle of wine. You drank the majority and like a gentlemen he let you. He tucked you in, and he settled in next to you, arm around you, and he just let you cry and cry. You complained about everything under the sun when it came to Ethan. The stupid pants he wore, to his cologne, how he said certain words, and how horrible he treated Richard.  He sat at the edge of the bed, gently stroking your hair, and shaking you awake. As you woke, it felt as though your spirit returned to your body, and you felt heavy again, but warm under the blankets. You opened your eyes to see Richard sitting there, smiling down at you. “Good morning.” He said softly, as to not shock you with his presence. “Richard?” You said, as you slowly moved the blanket from your face rubbing the sleep from your eyes. “Yes, It’s me, you’re not dreaming.” He joked, rubbing your arm. “You’re here!” you cooed sleepily. “Yes, I live here. Did you drink so much you forgot?”  “I know that.” Richard smiled and looked at you for a moment. His hand moved from your arm, to move a few strands of hair from your face. His index finger grazed your cheek, and you smiled. He tilted his head a bit and studied your face. “I jumped on the first flight I could.” You moved the blanket down, and stretched your arms wide, awaiting a hug you desperately needed. He smiled and leaned in to hug you. His arms slipped under you, and he pulled you into his arms. Practically pulling you up from the bed. You buried your face in his neck, and he squeezed you in return. You relaxed in his arms, and didn’t plan on letting him go, but you wanted to reveal in his warmth and scent. You take in a deep breath and then release it slowly. “I’m just happy you’re here.” “Of course, why wouldn’t I be?” He asked, as one of his hands stroked your back. “Because of your job.” “(Y/N)? Do you really think that would keep me away from you?” he asks, as he releases you and cups your face. “You know what I mean.” You say sweetly, placing your hands on his own. “Your friends break up doesn’t fall on the important spectrum when it comes to your career.” He chuckles and lets go of your face and stands up. “It’s not my career that makes all the decisions, but my heart. Time with you is all I always want, like air to a dying man.” He says, as he heads towards the bedroom door. “Which is to say that nothing would keep me from you. As selfish as that may sound.” “Richard…” you started, but he interrupts. “Now out of bed. You need to eat.” He walks out of the door. “I kind of like it here! Your bed is amazing!” You shout after him. “Then I guess I’ll bring your breakfast to you! He shouts back. You laugh to yourself and fall back into the large pillows. Your arms stretched out at your sides. The sound of breakfast for dinner sounded exciting to you. You remembered Richard’s cooking it for you whenever you both would get drunk, it was always delicious, and he always ate with you. You closed your eyes and several minutes later, you could smell the aroma coming from the kitchen. An hour later, Richard brought you the works. Freshly squeezed juice, toast with grape jam, eggs, bacon, and a bowl of grapes and honey dew. He placed it on his bed, with a giant tray, and there was enough for two people. You turned the TV on just for background noise while you both spoke, He told you the story about how after he got your call, he called his assistant and requested the next flight out of Los Angeles to New York that there was. He called ahead to the front desk and requested that you be let in, but it would have to be the servant’s entrance as he had locked the elevator to his floor. He called his other assistant in New York to find the best relaxation basket he could, and to make sure there was a sweet message from him for you. He wanted you to know that he would take care of you. When it was time for him to leave, he didn’t even pack any clothes. He grabbed his keys, phone, and wallet, and left. He didn’t have time to think, his instincts told him that you needed him, and you needed him now. On the plane he was anxious to see you, and he couldn’t wait to get out of the airport, and into the taxi to get home to you. “You didn’t have to do all of that. Did you even get any sleep?” You asked as you held the toast in your hand, looked at him.  He looked at you and reached over to wipe a piece of jam from your lips. “No. I’d been up for about 24 hrs, I believe? There was no time to think about myself. I was worried about you.” He said as he went back to eating. You sat there staring at him and you lowered the toast to your lap. Your eyes started to burn and glaze over. “Why would you do that for me? Why do anything of it?” Your voice started to shake, and you honestly tried to hold back the tears. You hated crying in front of him, and you didn’t want him to think you were a cry baby, but damn it. He was always so sweet and kind to you. Why couldn’t you be with someone like him? Why couldn’t you have been the one in this bed for years, waiting for him to come home to you. You knew that you loved him, but just the thought of him flying across country, not sleeping until you were taken care of, and happy before taking care of himself hit you hard. Richard put his food down, cleaned his mouth, and swallowed the remaining food. He looks down for a moment nodding slightly to himself, as if he was talking to himself. Like the moment you get when you are building yourself up to finally say something.  “Do you really have to ask?” He said, still looking down at nothing in particular.  “After all this.” He looks at you. “I did it because….I love you, (Y/N).” You new that it would take time, but with those words you felt the break in your heart start to heal.  END.

[jiminsgalaxxi]

EUPHORIA

Pairing: Jungkook x Female Reader

☆ Recording Studio

☆ One shot || smut

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Thank God for halter tops and maxi skirts! The summer sun felt like spotlight on your skin ready to burn a hole through you. You pushed through the door to Jungkook's studio and welcomed the cool blast of aircon on your skin. You happily sighed with the relief. "Ah, bliss."

In the studio, Jungkook and his producers were busy discussing about the new song they were planning to release. A familiar face pops up out of the huddle, "Hi, Y/N!" Adora cheerfully waves at you. "Heya!", you waved back. A couple more heads turned but only one face mattered to you most.

Flashing you a boyish smile with a twinkle in his eye, "One more run with our new mix and we should be done." He reassures you. "All good, babe. Take your time.", you smiled back.

After a few more minutes of bouncing back ideas, Jungkook gets into the glass booth and starts recording. His soft voice blending so well with the melody, your chest swells up with pride for having this wonderful human yours. 

There was always something with the way he sang that was so emotive that you just can't help but believe everything he sang to you. Looking at him through the glass window, his sang to the Sony C800GPAC microphone evocatively. A misty voice in a foggy morning dawn, cool and soothing.

He poured out everything that he has for any and all challenges, a trait you have always loved in him, so passionate in everything that he did; his dance, his singing, his music, his solo performances on stage and most especially in bed.

Jungkook in bed was fire understated.

Since the rest of the producers were busy analyzing the musical score, you took on the freedom to stare at him avidly. Noting how his eyes soften to match the mood; his lips softly rolling off the lyrics. You remembered how his lips felt possesively over yours just last night. Your eyes continued to travel down his neck, where you always like to kiss that pulsating vein. The groove of his chest discernable under his shirt where you love to feel his heart beat double time when you get close. Hands gently holding his studio headphones, big veins running the length of his arm disappearing under his shirt, the same hands that know exactly where to touch and make you quiver in ecstasy.

Just thinking about that was already making you hot, yet the a/c was blasting at max. How much longer until you can get him alone for yourself? As if on cue, his eyes found yours. As he sang out the last few notes of the melody, the soft look in his eyes has gone and his lips have curved into a slow smile.

It made you a little breathless. You know all to well what that look was.

Girls all around the world are crazy already about him and his band. Who wouldn't? They were handsome, talented, and dork level relatable.

Jungkook seemed to be cherished by the majority of the population of fans and even by his hyungs. He was funny, generous, athletic, and artistic in every way but most importantly, he belonged to you. Now, they are just doing some final touches to the mix just in time for their upcoming album release.

"That was awesome, Jungkook!" The foreign producer speaks through the mic packing the recording up. A grammy-winning producer has happily collaborated with BTS after weeks of exchanging emails and samples.

Jungkook gives two thumbs up paired with a big smile then started to tidy up inside the recording booth. "I'll run this through with Bang Si Hyuk in the morning and see if it works out with the final production.", the producer continues. "We've made about 15 samples and I'm pretty sure one of them will suit the story line" Namjoon interjects as if reassuring Jungkook. He knows how hard Jungkook has worked on this song, asking the younger man to record and re-record to change the mood of the song.

That was one of the things you loved about their brotherhood; they always pushed each other to their limits and bring out the best in them. They looked out for and genuinely cared for their group's well-being. Their admiration for each other was true and undeniable. All the boys were especially doting to Jungkook for being the maknae.

Jungkook was the amalgamation of all his hyungs.

You noticed the newly built three-meter fish tank on the far side of the room, a dimmed back light making the water glow as you looked around. You and Jungkook were just talking about adding either small tropical fishes or an arowana yesterday when you saw something golden reflecting in the low light elegantly glided by. So, he did get a gold arowana!

“How ya been, Y/N? You are looking especially captivating today.” you felt a weight shift on the leather couch you were sitting on as another figure sat beside you. “Hello, Yi Jeong.", giving him a tentative reply. "It's JPearl now," giving you a look through the side of his eyes. He had always been very friendly towards you albeit bordering on flirty sometimes but he was never physically forward. Yi Jeong aka JPearl appears to always find a reason to approach you. Looking him over, he was actually handsome. Tall and lean, straight black hair framing a small face with uncanningly black eyes, high nose bridge and thick pink lips.

Just imagine if Jimin and Seokjin had an offspring, it would be JPearl.

"I don't think I will ever get used to calling you JPearl. It sounds a little..." your eyes trailed the sound equipment on the table searching for the right word for it, "...offbeat", looking him in the eye. Arms folded, he leaned his head to you "Actually, you are the only one who calls me by my real name. I don't really mind what name you call me, sweet cakes, as long as you call me. Hearing you say my name is a beautiful song already." he finished with a wink. "M'kay" you laughed fakely.

What a flirt.

"Hey, what's this?" You find JPearl picking something up from your bare shoulder with his fingertips. It was when he gave it a little tug that you felt it. What seemed to be an invisible thread at first was actually a very long thin silver hair pinned under the skinny strap of your halter top. “Don’t!” your hand clamping down on his, his face puzzled. “It’s my lucky charm.”, you continued with a dry smile. “Oh. Sorry. I couldn’t help myself.” he apologized. “Is that an apology?” you teased.

He started to open his mouth to say something when a voice interrupted. “The only person he will apologize to is me.” Jungkook standing in front of you, his voice dropping low, his eyes almost challenging JPearl. “Hey, Jungkook. No harm intended.” JPearl raising both hands up. “Yeah, keep your hands to yourself and off my girl.” Jungkook almost confrontational. 

The other people in the room all of a sudden turned their heads around and fell silent upon hearing the low tones of threat in Jungkook’s voice. “Yah, Jungkook, all good there?” Namjoon asks. JPearl has stood up by this time but still Jungkook, who is even younger, towers over him. “I said, no harm done, Jungkook.” JPearl clarifies. Jungkook kept his eyes on him, near narrow slits. You decided to intervene. “Okay, puppies, drop it. As JPearl said, no harm done.” and in a louder voice, “Why don’t we go to the other room. I brought you something nice to snack on. You guys have been working hard today.” Glancing at Namjoon, “All good here”, putting a thumb up and a beaming smile.

Upon hearing there was food waiting, everybody started for the door. “Yeah, food! Thanks Y/N! You’re always the best!” Adora gives you a tight hug before half-running out of the room. She’s always been so sweet to you, although you have tried many times to make her tell you her real name. None of the boys know it, too. “Can you remember it now?” she asked peeping her head by the door frame. You give her a big smile while shaking your head. She did tell you that one night when you both were drunk but the memory escapes you. Sneaky.

You felt a hand brush up on your arm, Jungkook softly pulling you to him. “Hey, what was that all about?”, you asked. “I just don’t like that punk getting close to you.” eyes down, brows furrowed with his reply. “I know but see, I’m okay. He can be really friendly sometimes but you know I can handle him.” leaning your head to the side to look at his downcast face, still obviously upset, you laid a hand on his chest. He was cutely chewing his lower lip and that just made you want to kiss him so bad. “Friendly, my ass.” he huffed, “I know all too well what he is doing.”, “Is my Kookie jealous?” feeling a little giddy asking him that when you know all too well he was. 

“No, I’m just letting everyone know what is mine.” and with that his head swooped down to claim your lips. It was soft and almost peckish. Wrapping your arms around his waist, you felt him press you closer, your breast against him. He was always so possessive and you like that, especially when he gets like this. The course of his kiss changed to something more insistent, you can’t help but open up your lips to let his tongue in. His hands running up and down your back have lingered down to cup your derriere. “Why you gotta be so hot all the time? You drive me crazy.” His voice rough with need, “Fuck, you’re not even wearing a bra. What else is missing in your outfit today?”, he holds you closer to his hips, his growing desire obvious between his legs. He continued kissing you down your ivory neck while your breath in his ear made him all the more aroused. But you pushed him away all of a sudden, “Jungkook, wait! Here?” you scanned around, you can hear warning bells ringing in the corner of your mind. You and him in his recording studio with possible CCTVs monitoring what you were doing. “Don’t worry, no cameras in here. I made sure just in case of...” he looks down at your flushed face “...sexy times” As if reading your mind, his teeth flashed in his naughty smile. “Are you sure? But what about the others waiting for us? And your door, it’s fucking translucent.” you were skeptical. You looked to the door where you can see shadows of passersby.  “They can wait. It’s frosted and also auto-lock. No one else knows the passcode. Not even Jimin. Trust me.” he assured. “Now where were we, baby girl?” the want in his voice unmistakable.

“If that’s the case”, you languidly snake your hands over his nape, “Right here.” you whispered, pulling him down for another kiss. You feel him harden between the crevice of your hips. The promiscuity in his studio with the possibility of being caught stirred a different kind of excitement in you.

You turned around to settled your bottom against his erection while moving your hair aside exposing your bare back to him. Holding your hips to his, he slowly starts to gyrate against you. "Your ass feels so good" he whispers in between kisses against your bare shoulder. Hands spanning your slim waist and sliding up to your breasts. You drop your head back savoring the feeling spreading all over your body. "I love the way you smell, baby girl" his voice gruff on your neck. He turned you around and opens his mouth over yours. His hands cupped your ass, massaging them to his arousal. Standing on tiptoes and pressing your breasts to him, you felt his hands inch down to your thighs and in one swift motion lifted you up, legs wrapped around his waist. You lustily gasped in his mouth with surprise but took his lips back, delving your tongue inside to taste more of him. 

Your body always wanting more of him. 

He sets you down on his table, his recording equipment strewn beside you, his kiss undisturbed. Putting your legs on either side of the arm rest of his swivel chair, he ran his hands over your legs hiking your skirt up, he motioned to sit on his chair when you stopped him, “I wanna show you something”, pushing your hair away, you pulled the black skinny string at your nape. Jungkook’s eye followed the fabric of your halter top slowly fall away, exposing your creamy breasts. “Do you like it?” biting on your lip.

 “I love it.”

You found his eyes transfixed on your nipple ring. His hands slowly followed the trail of your neck down to cup your breast, his touch almost scorching. His head lowered to relish on your pierced nipple, wet tongue flicking on your already sensitive nub sending bolts of hot flushes to the pit of your stomach. As his other hand kneaded your other breast, he continued to play with your nipple ring. You thought you were going to go mad with his teasing, you grabbed a fistful of his hair as you arched your back to him. Closing your eyes and throwing your head back, you bit on your lower lip to contain the pleasure running all over your body. A husky moan escaped from your throat as your legs drew him closer. 

“Jungkook”, your voice barely a whisper as he leaves a trail of hot kisses from your breast to your sensitive belly button. You hear the rustle of your skirt as he lifted it up over you thighs. “I can see how hot you are for me, baby girl. God, you are so wet”  your wetness soaking through the crotch of your bodysuit, he started to palm your sex over the fabric, the friction of the buttons on your clit escalating your lust. “Only for you.” You countered in a raspy voice, you heart pounding in your ears. “Touch me, I want to feel your fingers inside me.” He released the three buttons holding your bodysuit to reveal the soft folds of your throbbing womanhood. 

“Fuck, you’re not even wearing panties” you brushed your tongue over your lips as you give him an impish smile. “Touch me,” you said to him again. His eyes darkened to kiss you, his hand brushing the inside of your thigh finding its way to touch you between your legs. After licking his fingers, he deftly slid a digit in to you. In and out of your damp slit, thumbing your sensitive bud. “Like this?” his warm breath in your ear as you throw your head back. Another fingers joined to fondle you, you can only moan in pleasure to answer him. 

He gives you a torrid kiss before disappearing under your skirt that has bunched up on your waist and hips. The moment his warm tongue touched your core, you felt the coil in your stomach tighten ten-fold. His hands cupping the sides of your hips as he continues to ravage you. "You taste so good, baby girl" the humming vibration of his voice against your pussy shot a burn to your stomach. You can feel the building white heat spreading across you, consuming rationality. Your thighs tighten and you feel yourself start to quiver as you feel your climax coming. "Jungkook, I- I'm cumming" you grab his hair as ecstasy wash over you. "No, we cum together." His voice almost violently rough against your thigh. He comes up to take his hardened dick out of his pants. You help him out of his shirt and run your hands over his toned torso. You tug him close to kiss his chest and suck on his nipple, your hands gliding to touch what you can reach of his bottom.

He tilts you up by the chin, "Taste yourself" he murmurs before closing his mouth over yours. Your hands reached out to fondle his dick and rubbed its wet tip against your clit, sending a shockwave of rapture through your body. You moaned in his mouth with erotic pleasure. "You like that, huh?" his hands kneading your breasts.

"Take me to utopia."

That was all he needed to shove his blunt length into you, spreading you from the inside. He growled in your kiss as he felt your heat engulfing him. Moaning his name, your fingers dug onto his back as he starts to slowly pace his thrusts. He pulled his hips back almost taking himself out and thrusting back into you again."Fuck! You feel so good, baby girl” burrowing his head on the crook of your neck. “I like that, don’t stop” you bit onto his shoulder. The feel of your breast rubbing against his chest magnified your inflamed desire a hundred fold. “You’re so tight and wet. You are driving me insane” his breath panting against your skin. 

“You’re so thick, Jungkook. Take me higher.“ you leaned on your elbows exposing your half naked body to him, arching your back. He grabbed you by your hips and sped up his pace.

You feel white heat spreading across your belly and onto the rest of your body. “Jungkook!” His thumb rubbing on your throbbing clit as his full length filled your walls. "Right here, baby? Is this your sweet spot?". His increased thrust touching your magic spot made you stifle the moans wanting to escape from your mouth. The tightened coil in your tummy becoming too taut is ready to come undone.

Your head turns to the aquarium by the wall and you can see the reflection of your lasciviousness. This and the beady sweat forming on Jungkook's forehead turned you on even more. His low growl each time he pumps into you makes your pussy wetter.

Finally, you feel the pressure ready to burst within you and you find yourself uncontrollably yielding to it. Head upturned and back arching, your walls clenched tighter around his member. You feel yourself clinging onto him as your body surrenders to ecstasy.

You feel Jungkook grip your thighs tighter as he pushes in for a final thrust to his summit. Your bodies riding the wave of your euphoria.

His head drops to the crook of your neck, all sweaty and heart throbbing at high-octane speed. "That felt so good, baby girl."

"You are the cause of my euphoria" you traced his jaw with your finger. He smiles into your skin.

"Can you wear this more often." His eyes playful. "Jungkook." You both chuckle at the same time. You sucked in a breath as he withdraws out of you.

Retying the black string on your nape, you looked up at him to ask, "Can we get something to eat now?" He laughs as he swings you down from your perch and escorts you out of the room.

His golden arowana swimming in his tank, unbothered.

~fin.