#unedited domestic fluff basically because i’m feeling soft!

[junghelioseok]

untitled. | jjk

↳ aka, i’m in my feelings about a 23yo again but what else is new.

◇ jungkook x reader ◇ smut | fluff | established relationship ◇ 1.0k [1/1]

notes: i wrote this on my phone as soon as i woke up this morning and it was littered with typos and unformatted as all shit so i’m gonna need u to reblog this one please thanks!!!

warnings: domestic soft lazy sex, cockwarming, jungoo is a big softie and so am i 🥺

“Good morning, baby.”

It starts slow, just as it always does. A whispered greeting and the lazy slide of a hand along the curve of your waist, trailing from your hip all the way to the swell of your cheek where he settles to pull your mouth against his.

“You’re so pretty,” he breathes against your lips, and you know he believes it with the entirety of his big, mushy heart. You couldn’t feel (and look, for that matter) more like a bedraggled rat in the morning, with your eyes crusty and your cheek stippled by a wrinkle in the pillowcase. But Jungkook strokes your cheeks with his thumbs and plants kisses on both of your eyelids, and you sigh, curling into his familiar, comforting warmth.

Ever so slowly, his kisses move southward. Jungkook trails them down and across your lips, before descending to the column of your throat and the soft spot on your clavicle. Against your thigh, his cock stiffens, and you sigh out his name when he maneuvers you atop him and settles your legs on either side of his strong thighs.

“Wanna be inside you,” he breathes, and that’s all it takes. A little lube from the bottle in the nightstand and he’s breaching your walls, the stretch just as familiar and warm as everything else about him.

“Love you,” you murmur as he rolls his hips gently, his eyes crinkling into a boyish, toothy grin as he buries himself deeper.

“Love you more,” he murmurs back, and you keen out his name when his fingers curl around your hips to keep you against him as he ruts up into your slickening cunt. It’s slow and lazy and intimate, and it’s made even more so when he spills into you and remains there, your name escaping his lips in a raspy groan as he falls limp on your shared mattress.

“I should get up and pee,” you tell him softly, when he makes no move to let you out of his ironclad grip. “Jungkook, I really—“

“You know, I started looking at rings last year.”

Jungkook says this softly, casually, as if remarking on the weather. The sky is blue, there’s a 10% chance of snow in the afternoon, and oh, I’ve been thinking about marrying you for three hundred and sixty-five days now. You want eggs for breakfast?

“Jewelry stores, online boutiques—it took months. Ring shopping is no joke. There are so many options, and cuts, and styles...” He sighs. “I didn’t know where to start.”

You’re staring at him now. There’s a crick in your neck from the way it’s uncomfortably craned, but you don’t look away. “Jungkook—“ you breathe, and you don’t know what else to say after that. Your boyfriend—soon to be fiancé?—is gazing thoughtfully up at the white stucco ceiling, the beginnings of stubble dusting his jaw like a shadow.

“But six months ago, I finally found it. The perfect ring. I’ve been keeping it in my sock drawer—“ he chuckles, “—since you never go in there and I do all the laundry, anyways.”

“Jungkook.” Your voice is stronger this time, but still hazy with disbelief and breathy with awe. Your heart feels like it’s about to pound straight through the prison of your ribcage and out into the open air, free as an uncaged bird.

He doesn’t hear you—or even if he does, he doesn’t stop. “I started carrying it around with me three months ago,” he murmurs dreamily, still addressing the ceiling with a flush beginning to creep up his cheeks. “I almost did it last month, y’know, when we were at the diner. You were wearing that yellow sweater, and you had whipped cream on your nose. And I just had this thought, like, wow, that’s my wife. I’m gonna marry her.”

“Jeon Jungkook, you are not proposing to me when your flaccid dick is inside my pussy,” you finally say when he starts reaching for the drawer of his nightstand, and Jungkook blinks, coming out of his daze at last.

“I’m not?”

You don’t know whether to laugh or groan, so you do both, the two combining into a weird little huff of air that sends a wispy tendril of his hair across his forehead. “No, you’re not,” you murmur, brushing it away and tucking it behind his ear. “It’s a little stupid, but I always imagined that we’d be outside somewhere. I mean, I’d say yes to you anytime and anywhere, and you could be wearing a garbage bag for all I care, but...” You shrug, the motion made awkward by the fact that you’re still on top of him with your legs on either side of his naked thighs, and the fact that his dick is still very much inside you. “I figured you’d be on one knee, at least. You were on both last night, so I know you don’t have any health—“

Jungkook presses two fingers to your lips to shut you up, a crinkly eyed grin creasing his face. “You want me on my knees, baby? Because I can do that. I’ll do all that and more.”

(And he does. First in the shower, after he finally releases you from his embrace, and then again when you make your way to the kitchen, breakfast all but forgotten as you grip the counter so tightly your knuckles turn white.)

(There’s a third time, too—hours later and right as you step out of the house and into the fresh snow that’s fallen sometime during the night. He’s grinning a grin so wide that you fear his cheeks might fall off, so you drop down beside him and cup them between your palms, kissing him in between all the yeses and I love yous.)

(He’s right. The ring really is perfect.)

[sillyrabbit81]

Grown Up Stuff

Summary: You and Sy go to the store. (OMG! That has to be the worst summary anyone has ever written ever 🤣)

Pairing: Captain Syverson x Female reader

Word Count: approx 1k

Warnings: Fluff, mild smut (kissing and touching), spanking, Domestic Sy

Authors note: This is a drabble based on this post, requested by @agniavateira Thank you for asking. This is my first ever requested piece, I really you like it.

Unbeta'd and unedited, there will be errors!

I don't know what I'm doing!

Masterlist

Grown Up Stuff

Although you adore your boyfriend Sy, and you two have a great relationship, there are some things he does that really bug you. It doesn’t mean you don’t love the big idiot, because you absolutely do. They aren’t big things, or deal breakers, just little things that grate on you after a while.

The pros of a guy like Sy definitely outweigh the cons. He takes good care of you, listens to you, treats you well, is a lot of fun and makes you laugh. And there is so much about him to love, he is courageous, protective and he has a generous spirit. If that wasn’t enough for you, he was also sexy as fuck and no body had ever made your toes curl like he does.

One thing he does that really irks you is he’s always forgetting to charge his phone. It particularly frustrates you when he doesn’t seem to think it’s a big deal. “People survived for millennia without them, Sugar,” he would say. “I’m sure I’ll survive a day without one.”

So, you’re not surprised when you two are about to go to shopping and you hear him cursing as he picks up his wallet, keys, sunglasses and phone.

“What’s up?” you ask.

“I forgot to charge my damn phone,” he says.

You raise an eyebrow at him, “Again, Sy?”

“Don’t start, Darlin’,” he says, but he knows he messed up and is quick to deflect. Sy, ever the charmer, wraps his arms around you and gives you his cheekiest grin. “Why do I need a phone anyway? You’re the only one I want to talk to and you’re with me.”

You roll your eyes at him, and you try to untangle yourself from his arms while supressing a smile. You can never resist him when he gets that look on his face. “Can’t you at least act like you’re not a child who needs a grown up to remind them to do basic grown up shit like charge their phone?”

“Darlin’, there’s plenty of grown up stuff I do that I don’t need reminders for,” Sy growled into your ear, and smooth as a snake, his hand makes its way between your legs. You let out a small moan as he presses his palm into you. He knows your body too well, and you feel any lingering annoyance fade away.

“Sy,” you say, weakly. “We’ve got a lot to do today.”

“You smell so good, Sugar,” he says. He wasn’t about to let you go now that he had you. You heard his voice rumble in his throat as he nuzzled into your neck, and his soft beard tickled at your sensitive skin. He kisses your neck, his firm lips gently sucking at you, making your knees grow weak.

“Come on, Sy,” you whine. “We have to go.”

Drawing in a big breath, Sy lets you go and releases his breath in an exaggerated sigh. “We will be picking this up where we left off as soon as we get home,” he promises. His deep, throaty tone leaves no room for argument, not that you had one anyway. You both head for the door and you receive a firm tap on your ass as you walk out the door.

“What was that for?” you ask, jumping and rubbing your rear. It doesn’t hurt, it’s part of the game you play together. Sy spanks your ass nearly every time you walk past him, walk away from him, or bend over. It always makes you smile and the one you just received was no exception.

“I don’t make the rules, Sugar,” Sys says with a roughish grin. “I see an ass beggin’ to be spanked and I gotta do it.”

You huff a little, but can’t help the giggle that escapes your lips as you both get in Sy’s truck.

Your good mood continues as you shop. You have fun together; even mundane domestic stuff is fun with Sy because he always finds a way to make things interesting. One of his favourite jokes is picking up random objects and insisting that you buy them despite not needing them. Today he wanted to buy a squishy foam football. He needed it so when he and his buddies played in the house, I couldn’t get mad at him. We pretended to argue about it, and he kept making up more and more outlandish reasons for why he really, really had to have it.

After a while he throws you the ball and says, “Here, I gotta go to the bathroom.”

You throw it back and say, “Hey, you want it, you carry it.”

He catches it, and pretends to fend off defence as he makes his way to the bathroom. You wait a minute before you absentmindedly start to wander around. You find yourself at the books and start reading blurbs, looking for something that looks interesting. Soon you are drawn into the stories, each one stirring your imagination and you become enthralled, making up your own stories in your head.

You’re pulled back into reality when you hear your name over the speakers, “Can you please come to the registers, your child is waiting.”

For a minute you think there must be someone else with your name in the store. You think that’s kinda weird, but also funny and you look around to tell Sy.

Oh, shit, Sy!

You make your way to the front of the store, and there he is. Sitting on a courtesy bench, a sheepish look on his face as he plays with the foam football. Your big, burly, bear of a man had such a lost little puppy expression on his face you had to laugh.

When he sees you, his face lights up and he grins at you. You shake your head at him as he approaches you.

“Ok, Sugar,” he says. “Maybe there are some grown up things, I need to work on.”

“Don’t worry about it, Sy,” you say. You put your hand on his neck, pulling him down to you as you lift your face to his. He meets you with a kiss. “The grown-up things you’re good at definitely make up for the ones you suck at.”

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[bl--ankhaeji]

Alone Time

Pairing ~ Jisung x Female!Reader

Genre ~ Fluff,,suggestive? if you wanna call it that,,but really just fluff

Warning ~ Nothing really just some hardcore fluff,,there is a very small amount of accidental boob touchage tho,,also unedited

A/N ~ This a request, just two of the many sent in by @mono-chxld a veryyyyyy long time agao I combined two and made this one. I'm sorry it took so long to get one out. 😬😖 The playlist I listened to while writing this does not go at all 😂

W.Count ~ 1k exactly 

Prompts I used: domestic au. they get into a tickle fight and it’s all just cute and fluffy….till jisung’s hands accidentally go somewhere and jisung lays on y/n’s exposed stomach and kisses her stomach while she has her hands in his hair. (fluff)

9:30 

The movie credits roll up on the screen as you lay snuggled up with your boyfriend, Jisung. You guys had the dorm all to yourselves after the rest of the boys decided to go watch a movie and grab some drinks on their way back. Tonight was the first night you had free for a while after an overwhelming influx of exams, so Jisung felt it was the perfect time to have you over. His long arms securely wrapped themselves around your waist as his head rested on your stomach. 

Moving himself to lay between your legs resting his chin on your tummy he looks up at you, “Did you like the movie?” The soft spoken words have a deep timber to them. Looking at your cute boyfriend now with his face smooshed up against you a smile takes over your face and you deliver an equally as soft affirmation. The quiet of the room is filled as a notification comes through on your cell phone. Picking up your phone you begin the tiring process of explaining how to use the coffee machine to your roommate.

It had been so long in the back and forth conversation that you sadly forgot about your mochi boyfriend laying against you. “Y/n” you don’t answer the boy as another question now about how to work the air fryer comes through and a sigh graces your lips. “Y/n” the now pouting male reiterates. 

“One second Jwi. Just let me tell them how to use this and I’ll be all yours.” you say that but another five minutes go by and at this point Jisung is getting restless. 

Tired of his alone time with you being taken up by someone else Jisung takes the phone out of your hands, “Hi, Y/n is a little preoccupied right now so whatever else it is you have questions about how to work, do what everyone else does nowadays and Google it.” Hanging up the phone he places it back on the nightstand beside his bed before positioning himself back onto your stomach.  

Letting out a laugh you stare baffled at your boyfriend who just told your roommate off. Completely unbothered he starts to lift up your shirt until it reaches the bottom of your breasts slowly lowering his lips to the expanse of the skin on your stomach. “Jisung, why did you do that?” You ask, having to control the laugh that bubbled up once again at the thought of his last words, “Do what everyone else does nowadays and Google it.”   

His soft lips plant cool saccharine sweet kisses to your belly. “Because,” he places another kiss, “They were taking your attention away from me in our alone time.” He tilts his head up for a split second just to pout at you emphasizing his point before he goes back to layering kisses. His hands move to your sides softly massaging them. Instinctively your hands find solace in his hair gently running through the loose locks. 

  A soft smile finds its way onto your face as it starts to tickle a little when Jisung grazes his lips across your stomach. “Jwi stop, that tickles.” you tell him a light chuckle escaping past your lips. 

You feel it before you see it. Raising his head he gives you a playful smirk. “Omg Jisung no. Please don-” you don’t get to finish your sentence before Jisungs lips are back onto your stomach but instead of kisses he starts blowing raspberries on your stomach. His hands come up and simultaneously start tickling at your sides.  

Laughter instantly fills the room as you can no longer hold it in. You feel the grip you have on his hair tighten as your body stiffens but loosens at the same time. Wriggling about, you plead with Jisung to stop through your boisterous laughs. You feel tears prick your eyes as the attack continues to enfold. Everything happens in slow motion, one second you can barely catch your breath as Jisung tickles you a smile wide on your face, the next his hand lays on top of your breast tightly clutching basically squeezing it and it's like the world stops. Jisungs eyes grow impossibly wide and you quickly sober up from your laughs. 

You stare at each other for what feels like a lifetime but is actually probably only a couple of minutes before Jisung launches himself onto the other side of the bed like you just burned him. His hand lifts up to cradle his neck as he lets stuttered words that sound like apologies flow out of his mouth like a river down a waterfall. 

“Y-y/n, I-I-I a-a-m s-s-ssso-o” 

“Jisungie! Calm down okay. I know it was an accident and it’s not like I hated it or anything. I-it just took me a little by surprise.” Sitting up you feel your shirt fall back down. You notice that Jisung is sitting on the offending hand. You scoot closer to him and pull the hand out from under him. “You can touch it again if you want.” You lift your eyebrows at the boy and it’s then that you notice just how red he really is. The vermillion color on his cheeks span the entirety of his cheeks and ear slowly making its way to his neck. 

“Look,” You say placing his hand back onto your breast holding it at the wrist, “It’s okay I’m okay.” You release his wrist and he lowers his hand from your appendage bit-by-bit. You let out a hearty laugh at the face he makes, “Okay I think that’s enough for today because you look like you’re about to pass out.” You grab the boy by his neck pulling him into a hug as you fall back onto the bed. His arms take some time to wrap around you and it takes even longer for him to relax in your embrace,“Lets snuggle some more. All that laughing from tickling tired me out.”   

[jungkookiebus]

The Client pt. II | kth

Genre: smut x ANGST x sex worker!au x some fluff i guess?? Pairing: nondiol!taehyung x sexworker!reader Rating: 18+ Word Count: 4.3k Warnings: semi-public(?) masturbation (male), finger fucking, vaginal sex, the sex is pretty vanilla but FEELINGS Author’s Note: I’m not putting a summary here because I don’t think the sex work bears repeating, BUT I will say that most of this fic is from Tae’s POV and briefly in the reader’s. Slightly unedited (I blame benadryl), but I hope you enjoy it!

He jingled the loose change, paper clip, and the occasional scrap of paper in his suit pocket. Taehyung stood in line at the coffee shop along with about ten other patrons ahead of him. He checked his watch for the thirtieth time in the last two minutes. Tapping his shoe, he leaned out to look at the person at the counter, seeing what the hold up was. Are you ordering for your family of twelve, what the fuck? he thought to himself. He had a meeting at 9 and it was pushing 8:30. Thankfully, his building was a block away. More people came in the door to stand behind him. He cringed every time he heard the stupid bell over the door. He was antsy, antsy because of the meeting and antsy because…well. He looked at his watch again. 8:31. Maybe he didn’t need caffeine. No, fuck that, he deserved this coffee.

That’s when he heard it. He hadn’t turned around as people came into the shop and piled in behind him; he was too concerned about the people ahead of him. Would it kill them to know their order before they got there? It was a voice he hadn’t expected to hear here, or anywhere for that matter. His fingers tightened around the change and paper clip until they dug into his palm and hurt. Immediately, his hands began to sweat, and he felt his back perspire under his silk shirt. His suit jacket suddenly became suffocating and all at once, coffee was the last thing on his mind. His mind was elsewhere, in a room he knew intimately with a girl whose body he knew better than any woman he had ever been with. The dark, silk fabric of the shirt you had given him felt like cool water across his skin. You looked devastatingly beautiful above him as you straddled his waist. He remembered you smelled like vanilla that night and the feeling of your lingerie bunched in his hands as you sat on his face. Your voice, your smile, your moans, all of it filled his mind in such quick succession that he forgot to breath for a few seconds.

He looked behind him slowly, eyes already averted downwards because he knew you were almost a head shorter than him. You didn’t see him as he turned to look over his shoulder. You looked so casual. You were swathed in an oversized hoodie, hood covering your hair, backpack on, and talking on your phone.

“No, I won’t be available Wednesday night.”

You sounded so professional, so he knew immediately it wasn’t someone you knew. His heart seized in his chest. What did he expect? It was your job and he was your client. He signed a contract when he first met you and he intended to follow your explicit rules because he didn’t know what he’d do if you fired him. No feelings. Wait. Wednesday. He was booked to see you Wednesday. His heart soared at the thought, but then immediately sunk as you spoke again.

“But I do have Friday evening available at six if you’d like. Perfect. Thank you.”

The conversation seemed to end then, so he quickly looked ahead of him, chewing his bottom lip to keep himself from turning around and saying something. He had never seen you in public before, so he wasn’t sure if it was…wrong to talk to you. He decided instead to look ahead and follow dumbly behind the others.

He looked at his watch again. 8:40. Three people ahead of him. You shuffled a little behind him, sniffling. He imagined that you were probably scrolling through your social media or talking to your real life friends. How he wished he had met you normally, like, maybe in a coffee shop. He wanted to laugh at the irony. Then your phone rang, some Twice song he recognized. And, you laughed, and he felt his chest tighten. This time you were talking to someone you knew, and your voice was so airy, so full of happiness, and so fucking beautiful. You had an almost pavlovian effect on him and he felt his mouth salivate suddenly.

Fuck you, Kim Taehyung, do not get a boner in here.

One person ahead of him. You were still talking when he got to the counter so you probably wouldn’t recognize his voice. It didn’t sound like you did as he stumbled over his words as he tried to listen to you at the same time. He shuffled sideways, trying not to turn towards you as he went to the end of the counter. He watched you put your phone on the counter, talking animatedly with the cashier as you politely gave your order and paid. He turned towards a rack of newspapers and stared at them as if they were interesting. You had picked up your phone and continued your conversation as you waited.

“Taehyung!” he heard yelled.

Your conversation didn’t falter. It wasn’t like his name was unique. He knew at least two other Taehyung’s. He kept his back to you as much as possible as he reached out for his drink and ducked out the door. Sighing heavily, he walked quickly to his building, making it just in time to reach his 9:00 meeting only a minute late.

At lunch, he sat at his desk, the cup of ramen steaming next to him as he absently stirred it with his chopsticks. He had closed his door behind him when he came back inside for some privacy. Now, he was sitting at his computer staring at the blank email he was about to type. You had been on his mind all throughout the meeting and if you asked him now, he wouldn’t remember half of it. He was still thinking about you, looking so small behind him, and relaxed. Something about it turned him on and broke his heart at the same time. No feelings. Why did he have to be so soft? Why did he have to be so romantic? He loved being with you and if it meant keeping his stupid mouth shut, he would. But, what if, he asked for it in role play? For an hour he could pretend you were his. For an hour he could treat you how he always wanted and at the end he could pretend it was all an act, like he usually did. One kiss to the corner of your mouth and because that wasn’t enough, he’d leave one on your lips. He’d keep his eyes closed and his thoughts focused solely on your lips against his, memorizing the softness of them, and holding the thought in the forefront of his mind until he could see you again.

He stared at the cursor, watching it blink methodically, thinking how he was going to write this out. He chewed on his lip, closed his eyes, and leaned back in his chair. The ramen was left, forgotten, and the steam had dissipated into the air. Your face was there in his mind and you were laid out under him in that same hoodie you wore today, eyes closed, perfect mouth formed into an O as his fingers slid inside of you. He had done it so many times that imagining the feeling wasn’t too hard. He was soon unbuckling his belt, undoing the button on his slacks, and had the zipper pulled down and his cock out of his boxers before he could even think twice about it. He had his hand on his cock, pumping himself as he thought of the perfect scenario with you. He could live out his wildest fantasy without you knowing the slightest about his feelings. His head fell back against his chair as he moved his hand faster, twisting his wrist just the way you did. When his fantasy reached its peak, he found himself coming into his hand, and he scrambled quickly to grab a nearby tissue before he made a mess of his suit. He sighed, staring at the ceiling as he held the sticky tissue balled in his hand, wondering what he had become. You were doing things to him he had never felt before. He berated himself again before he exhaled and threw the tissue in the trash. He stood up to right himself before sitting back down, wiping his hand again and grabbing some sanitizer to hold him over before he could go to the bathroom. With determination, he put his fingers to his keyboard and began to type.

Your POV

You heard your phone ping in your pocket as you sat at lunch with your friend outside of a café. She was telling you a story while simultaneously scrolling through facebook, so you didn’t feel too bad about pulling out your phone to see it was an email. You opened it and immediately recognized the email address it was from. Your heart quickened as you opened it, knowing it would be a scenario and requests for your session. It was…so domestic. You felt warmth bloom inside of you as you continued reading, totally ignoring your friend who had yet to notice. Then, you got to the list of requests, always at the bottom after he signed the letter, and you froze in shock at what you saw. The outfit he wanted you to wear was yours, down to the tee. Your gaze immediately shot up and to your surroundings, searching for the familiar dark mop of hair and wide smile, but he was nowhere to be seen. You looked back down at the email at the other requests; just a basic room set up, almost as if you were at home. That quote in the email stood out the most. Well, if it was you that he wanted, it was you you were going to deliver.

Taehyung’s POV

He walked excitedly and quickly among the going home crowd of the evening. It was Wednesday night and his night with you, and he had been on edge all day, willing time to go by faster at work as he kept his eyes glued to the clock. He made it early, which was fine, that gave him more time to calm down and change in the room. When he arrived, he pressed in the passcode you had sent him and was immediately met with the smell of what seemed to be fresh blueberry muffins. It smelled like you had been baking, but he knew that wasn’t true, this was all part of the set up. The room was set up as it usually was, and you had left out strawberry juice for him. He knew thoughtfulness was part of your job, but it made him feel good to know how observant of him you were. He quickly took off his suit and pulled sweatpants and a sweatshirt from his bag and pulled them on, feeling 100 times more comfortable. The small, electronic ding that signaled it was okay for him to enter sounded in the room. More nervous than he had ever been, he rubbed his palms on his thighs before getting up and going to the door. He held his hand there for a second, took a deep breath, and opened the door. The room was set up almost exactly how he had imagined you would. The bed was made up comfortably with a plain grey comforter and a fair number of pillows. The lights were dim as per usual, but a diffuser sat in one corner pumping out the smell of peppermint and lemongrass. Soft, 40s music played in the background and he suddenly felt so at ease. He had asked you to set up as if you were at home and he knew you were revealing a piece of yourself to him. He had found out more about you in the last thirty seconds than he had in any other session because they were always about him. And there you sat, in the middle of the bed, cross legged, hair up in a falling bun, black leggings, and the same hoodie he had seen you in before. You smiled softly at him as you patted the bed next to you.

“Come sit. It’s been a long day.” Your smile spread wider as he approached. He always knew how to act around you, always in a persona of sorts, as not to give himself away completely.

“Did you have a good day?” he asked, all a part of the act, you didn’t have to know he was serious.

“It wasn’t too bad. I got coffee before school this morning.” Taehyung’s breath caught as you liltingly began to talk, but you didn’t seem to notice as you kept talking. “Then I went to a couple of classes, pretty big test in one but it felt okay, then lunch with a friend, and…”

He couldn’t stand it any longer as he grabbed the back of your head and brought your lips to his. You sighed as he kissed you and he immediately explored your mouth with his tongue.

“What’s gotten into you?” you asked as you pulled away. The act.

“Can I make love to you?” he whispered. He watched your expression soften and your eyes glistened. You studied his eyes for a few seconds as if contemplating something.

“Of course, you can,” you whispered back.

He kissed you again with more passion this time, pushing you back against the blanket as he slotted himself on top of you. He held your face sweetly in his hands and kissed you even deeper, mouth almost devouring yours. If you couldn’t be his, tonight he would pretend like you were. He moved his hands to the back of your head, fingers buried in your hair as he tried to bring you even closer to him. You moaned as he kissed you more and he tried to let his mind think this was real, that you were all for him, and he was all yours. The thought sat there and grew until he believed himself and he felt like if he couldn’t tell you he could at least show you. He moved away, kissing your cheek lightly and then the underside of your jaw. You tilted your head back as he moved his lips down the column of your neck. He heard your breath catch and then shudder out of your mouth as he slowly moved up the other side, barely kissing you, but it seemed to be affecting you deeply. Your hands were buried in the back of his sweatshirt and your legs caged his hips, heels pushing his ass to get him closer. He ground against you and you moaned again, but he kept his kisses soft. Chest to chest and lips to lips again, he held you as close as possible, his left hand pulled your hair back gently to angle your mouth differently against his while his right was hot against your neck. You were pushing yourself up into him as if you were trying to get your body to meld with his. He kissed your neck again, opened mouth as you began to turn him on more and more. He situated himself more on his knees and you groaned as his weight disappeared, seeming disappointed. He skated his hand over the soft fabric of your sweatshirt, feeling your hardened nipple through it before he was at the hem of your leggings.

“Can I take these off?” he asked.

You nodded quickly as you reached down, and he stopped you by grabbing your wrist.

“Let me do it.” Your eyes searched his as he held your wrist. “Please.”

You nodded before laying back against the bed and he sat up, looking at you as he grabbed the waistband and slowly slid them down your legs, kissing the tops of your thighs, your knee, and calf as he pulled them off your legs. He slowly kissed his way back up and he felt the way you shivered as he kissed the inside of your thigh. He kissed your hipbone and you grabbed the hem of your sweatshirt to pull it off and he stopped you again.

“Leave it on, please.”

He wasn’t sure why he was saying please so much, but he wanted this to go exactly how he imagined because he wasn’t going to get this again. You pulled your hands away, only looking vexed for a second before relaxing again.

“Whatever you want, baby.”

He sighed, closing his eyes, soaking in the words and tried to believe they were real. Once again, his heart ached in his chest, hearing something he always longed to hear, every day, so sweetly from your lips, and it’s all a lie. But he had to push the feeling down so that he didn’t ruin this for himself.

His dipped his hand into your underwear, and your soft well-trimmed pubic hair brushed against his palm as he dipped his fingers to your center, lips on yours again. You immediately responded to him, chest arching upwards as he pushed two fingers barely inside of you. You were already so wet for him and for a moment he let himself believe it was only him that you needed for this. He pushed a little further and you moaned into his mouth. When he had them in as far as he could go, you bit at his bottom lip as your hands clawed up his back.

“You wanna come on my fingers, baby?” His lips were still against yours and he suddenly and all at once felt so hot. He wanted to take off all his clothes but there was no way in hell he was taking his fingers out of you yet.

“Please, Taehyung,” you moaned.

His name tumbled out in a shuddering breath and he felt himself grow harder and his entire body ached. He kissed the side of your neck wetly as he began to pump his fingers a little faster. Your feet slid along the cotton fabric, the sound of your soft skin brushing against it, music to his ears, as you opened your legs wider for him. Your hips began to roll in time with his fingers and he bit the skin under your ear. A small whine escaped your lips as he buried his face in your hair, hand holding your hair tightly as he breathed heavily. Your whimpers and sighs grew in tempo the faster he moved. He hooked his fingers knowing exactly how to have you shaking on the bed within minutes. You cried out as he began to hit it on each thrust of his fingers, curving them just right as his thumb found your clit. And soon, you did begin to shake. He felt it in your hands first as you seemed to never be able to hold enough of him, then your upper body as your chest rose against his quickly, and then in your hips as you circled them and they dug into the bed. His fingers kept up with you though, and he wanted this to be explosive. Your cunt tightened around him, and it only took a press of his thumb against your clit to have you crying out as you came. Your body shuddered, and you cried more as he pumped his fingers faster, extending your orgasm. You inhaled deeply and he felt your heart beating rapidly in your chest as he moaned into your skin.

“That’s it, baby, come all over my fingers.”

He kept his pace until your hands were at his wrist trying to pull him away and he did so as you gathered his face in your hands and brought his lips to yours.

When you kissed him it felt real, almost as if you reciprocated…no. This was still all an act and you were good at what you did, or he wouldn’t be here. Instead of letting his mind wander he sat up and pulled his sweatshirt over his head before pulling off his pants too. He reached over into the side table where he knew you always placed the condoms and pulled one out. You looked completely blissed out, glowing and lying among the pillows so beautifully he could hardly stand it. When he had the condom on, he moved back over you, hovering as he looked at you. Your eyes were half lidded, but your gaze never wavered as you looked at him. Instead of saying what his heart told him to he moved to kiss you again, he pulled your underwear off and, slower this time, he ran one of his hands over your swollen cunt. You whimpered just a little as he massaged your clit gently, dipping his fingers every now and again, and back to your clit. When you were ready, he ran the head of his cock up and down your slit as he kissed you. Your hands were buried in his hair, pulling at the roots, and your new pleasure spurred him on. Little by little, he pushed inside. You were still so swollen that it took time for him to push all the way to the hilt, but he went slow for your comfort. When fully inside, you sighed as if you had seen someone you had missed after a long time. Your hands softened their grip, opting instead to twirl your fingers in his curls. Your legs were back around his waist as he began to slide his cock in and out a little faster. You felt like heaven around him, even through the condom.

The smell of peppermint, lemongrass, and your natural scent filled his nose and senses, giving him an almost high as you continued to swallow him. He would take this memory to the grave, it would haunt his dreams, and it would plague his daily life from now on, but it was worth it, if for one night. Then, the both of you would go back to your roles, finding something else to do the next time he scheduled to be with you.

Your sighs and small moans were all he could hear and wanted to hear, if only you were in his bed, whispering these things out of love and not for money. But he had to push those thoughts back.

He looked at you as you closed your eyes, lost in pleasure as he fucked you. To an extent, this was real for you and at least he had that. You looked so magnificent, even more so than his daydream at lunch the other day. His subconscious couldn’t possibly do justice to your beauty. His breath quickened as he hooked one arm behind your knee, spreading you open a bit further so that his cock could go impossibly further. You cried out this time the deeper he hit and soon he saw tears running down your cheeks. You began to gasp, hands clawing at the blankets next to you, and Taehyung had never seen anything like you; not in museums, movies, or books and he was suddenly overwhelmed by it. He thrust faster, ensuring not to hurt you, and with the way you tightened again he knew you were close. He leaned down, drawing your knee closer to your chest.

“Fuck, Taehyung, fuck I’m g-gonna come, oh my god.” You were a stuttering mess as he made it his mission to have you come again. He was dangerously close and trying to stop himself before you got to.

Tears streamed faster down your face; eyes screwed shut as you came in silent cry. Your jaw dropped open and your body convulsed more than the last time you came, leg tensing in his grip as your back arched off the bed. He thrust faster and faster. Watching you come ignited a fire inside of him and he wished he could do this for you every morning and night. If you were his, he’d make you feel so good every day that you wouldn’t need to do this anymore, but then again, this wasn’t what you were here for.

He came with a loud moan, collapsing to his elbow as he came in the condom, wishing so badly he could fill you up. Wishing so badly to tell you,

“I love you.”

His body flushed with heat, suddenly still as he realized he said the words out loud. You, too, tensed beneath him, suddenly sobered up post orgasm. He slowly let go of your leg as he pushed away from you. You looked stunned as you searched his face, almost as if you were trying to figure out if this were part of the act; this domesticity he so wanted.

He sat back, pulling out of you, and you still sat looking at him and it was almost too much for him to bear. Why had he let himself say that?

“I think you need to leave,” you whispered finally.

His heart dropped at your words. He had indeed royally fucked up now.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know why-,“ but you were cutting him off.

“Taehyung, please clean up and leave.”

You looked as if you were going to cry, but you kept an even expression as you stared at him, willing him to say anything more. You looked a little pissed and…sad.

He pulled the condom off, tied, and tossed it away. He didn’t bother to go to the bathroom even though he felt like he was going to puke at any moment. Instead, he put his clothes on quickly and walked to the door. He looked back at you and you were still in the same position on the bed, looking at him, tears welling up in your eyes and he wasn’t sure why what he said had that effect on you, but decided now was not the time to ask. He wanted to cry himself, but told himself it would be foolish now, not that he would do it for pity. He had already ruined any of his chances at coming back and you didn’t seem to be in the mood to talk about it. After all, he had signed a contract.

No feelings.