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One-time thing | s.jy

- what kind of girlfriend who lets their lover take someone else's virginity? it was all fun until someone goes beyond their limit

Pairing: fem! reader x Jake Sim x fem! reader's best friend

Genre: angst, SMUT

WC: 6.6k (not proofread)

Warnings ⚠️: hard/soft dom! jake, virgin bestfriend, cuck y/n, reader watching her bestfriend get fucked by her boyfriend, y/n's besfriend is sometimes called h/n, voyeurism, cucking, cheating (?), jealousy, unprotected sex, pet names, making out, oral sex, fingering, dirty talk, pussy slapping, choking, spitting, hair pulling, multiple sex positions, creampie, breeding kink, JAKE FUCKS READER'S BESTFRIEND!, and cums inside her without your permission!

a/n: i was so hesitant to post this because of the plot so please read the WARNING! I've warned you enough so if you don't like this genre/theme please don't read it.

This is NOT your typical smut! This might be triggering to some so please read the warning and synopsis first!

Today’s your besfriend’s 21st birthday and you decided to treat her in one of your go-to places to unwind and have fun.

“hey” you call out to her while looking at the group of men across the table. “you’re 21, aren’t you like trying to get laid or something?” she almost choked from your question making her stare at you in confusion “oh please there are a lot of fine men in our campus” glancing back at the man who’s shamelessly eyefucking the two of you.

she just rolled her eyes and sighed in defeat “i’m not just giving my v card to anyone, especially to that weirdo”

“you’re boring” a message popped up in your phone and it was your boyfriend saying ‘i miss you’

It’s late in the night and he’s probably looking for you. They had a practice earlier this day and you couldn’t come because you had to accompany your bestfriend to get wasted. You missed him so bad already, even after he just railed you at the bleachers right before their practice.

You open the message only to see a mirror selfie of him sitting at the couch shirtless, manspreading, veiny hands gripping his boner through his grey sweats, with his tongue out. You cursed silently, salivating at thought of him touching himself as he waits for you to go back home and fuck each other til the next morning.

You heard the woman beside you gasp but she was quick to look away when you notice that she’s looking over your phone as well.

You glared at her raising one of your eyebrows. All she did was to whisper sorry’s as she just continued to chug the rest of the drink trying to get away from the embarrassment.

Oh you know her too well. You know she’s attracted to your boyfriend. Who isn’t?

“He’s so hot right?” you asked bringing your face closer to her. She became tensed and responded with ‘huh’ acting like she didn’t hear you.

“My boyfriend” you showed her the image so that she could have a better view. You stared at her watching her expression. “let me tell you, he fucks like an animal” you giggled, alcohol running all over your body. You’re so lost in your mind that you kept on teasing her and asking her questions you might regret. “do you wanna fuck my boyfriend?”

She was silent.

she just shrugged it off and grab her bag not uttering any words. You see her took her phone out to try and book an uber so you two could call it a day. The two of you are under the influenced of alcohol especially you, that you just voice out everything that goes in your mind. “come on, i’m not gonna be mad…. just be honest”

“i honestly wanna see my boyfriend fuck a girl in front of me… that’s hot” you’re friend can’t believe you right now, while you’re just laughing at the thought of it.

Once you calmed down you ask her again “so what do you say? i know you want t-“

“yes i want your boyfriend to fuck me like an animal” you stopped at the sudden confession. She thought that you’ll be mad but instead you just smirked and let out a laugh finding her cute.

“good answer” you winked at her as you grabbed her hands walking your way out of the bar.

The ride to your shared apartment with jake took you 20 minutes. The ride was silent being the radio the only source of noise as your friend is dumbfounded. Stunned from whatever conversation you just had earlier. “h/n, i’m gonna go now” you tapped her bringing her back to reality as you bid goodbye before getting out of the car.

Before you could open the door, your boyfriend did it for you as he was just waiting for you from the window. You are welcomed by his embrace, throwing yourself in his half-naked body. You rest your head against his chest when the image he sent to you earlier came across your mind.

“i missed you” he whispered kissing the top of your head. You look up to him and pecked his lips. “i could tell every alcohol you drank tonight” he chuckled lifting you on your way to the bedroom.

You’re dizzy and couldn’t think straight as of now. But you know where this is going, with how your boyfriend desperately suck on your neck leaving marks on it.

He lays you down the bed and immediately removed his sweats. You smirked seeing him not wearing any underwear. He then moved closer to you massaging your thighs as he leaves open mouthed kiss on your face down to your chest making you grip his hair.

You’re so lost that you didn’t realize how quick he removed your jeans leaving you with your laced panty. He stares at it for second before glancing back at you.

You’re tired and he can see it in your eyes. so he wasted no time pulling your panties down to your knees and start inserting his cock in to you in one go.

You whined to him placing both of your hands at the back of his neck bringing him closer to you. “don’t worry, im gonna make this quick… ahh” he groaned as he fasten his pace while using his thumb to rub your clit so you could cum faster “i fucked you earlier at the field…how are you still so tight…. ahh” he can’t form his words straight as he’s reaching close to his orgasm

“babe please im close” the tightening of your walls is enough for him to go crazy, and enough for him to cum. as you felt his warm seeds fills you up making you moan from pleasure, as you cum around his cock not long after him.

“thank you babe” he kissed your forehead and quickly pulls out lying down beside you.

The two of you cuddled each other not minding the uncomfortable feeling brought by the stickiness and sweatiness of your bodies. You just want to seize this moment and talk about how each of your days went. He talked about his training and how he missed staring and looking at you every time he scores a goal. You can’t help but say sorry but he is quick to say that he understands it because it was your bestfriend’s important day.

Speaking of your bestfriend, you suddenly remembered the shitty question you asked her earlier. You can’t help but be curious on how will your boyfriend react if you tell him that your friend wants to be fucked by him.

“babe…” you called out to him shifting your position to see his face. He hums staring at the ceiling.

“are you willing to take someone’s virginity” he scoffed looking at you and let out a laugh from the most random question. “what? i already took your v card babe” he pecked your lips “why? you want another round? i was holding back because you look so tired but i can give it to you“ he quickly positioned himself on top of you staring directly in your eyes with a smile.

“no jake calm your dick” he sighed in defeat and go back to his original position. You fixed yourself on his chest again before telling him the truth.

“i thought it would be hot if you were to be my bestfriend’s first….” your boyfriend isn’t dumb, so he gets what you meant by that. He knew about your bestfriend. He would be lying if he say she’s not attractive and hot as well. Silence filled the dark room as you feel jake’s chest goes up and down faster than the usual.

“what do you say” you broke the silence while rubbing the outline of his abs as you wait for his answer. Part of you wants him to disagree but more part of you wants him to say ‘yes’. He grabbed your face and made you look at him “are you okay with that?”

Hell yeah! You’re not blind not to see how he looks at your bestfriend every time the two of you hangout at the living room. You know how he purposely walks around the apartment without a shirt to flex his body and show off not only to you but also to your bestfriend.

You paused. You know you’re still influenced by the alcohol and you know you shouldn’t be making decisions. but for the sake of your own satisfaction “yes, i always thought it would be hot” you hid your face on his chest again shy from your weird kink.

You always thought about it tho, your boyfriend railing another girl in front of you is something you think about all the time when you’re alone touching yourself. You imagine how he would ruin the woman in front of you. It’s weird. You’re weird. At this point, you’re actually not helping your friend get their first experience, but you’re doing this for your own.

Your class finishes at 3 pm and you immediately went to your bestfriend’s classroom to fetch her. You look over the window and call out to her as she fixes her things.

She gave you a confused look as the smile in your face never leaving you. “why are you like that” she asks walking by your side.

“remember last night?” you stopped her movement and drag her to a place where there’s less students around

“what about last night?” you gave her a minute to think about what you talked about last night. Her eyes frightened as she gets what you’re trying to say.

“what? i thought that wasn’t serious-“ you cuts her off and pull her to get to your car “jake’s waiting”

As usual the car ride was dead quiet. You look at her every time the traffic light would turn red and you see how her face turned red as well. She’s nervous, not only because it’s her first BUT it’s her first with YOUR boyfriend!

“hey, relax” you said to her without looking away from the road. “everyone agreed to this, YOU want it, Jake agreed to it, I want it” you said giving her a quick look of assurance.

You’re both now in front of your apartment and you turn to your friend once again “girl relax, just enjoy it. Look it’s the finest man who’s taking your v card today” you exclaimed trying to hyper up. It’s true tho, not everyone experienced jake to be their first. He wasn’t your first and you regret it.

“Jake babe?” you shouted calling him as soon as you entered. You let your friend sit at the couch first as you roam around the house looking for your boyfriend.

You entered your room, you see there jake in school uniform lying down in his stomach scrolling through his phone. “babe” he jolted when he heard your voice getting up from the bed.

“oh is she there?” you nodded. He scanned himself in the mirror and fixed his clothes and hair. “why are you so worked up” you chuckled before opening the cabinet in front of you. “she’s waiting, go to her now, im just gonna look for someth-” he didn’t let you finish and went outside immediately shutting the door behind him. “don’t scare her!” you shouted before continuing to look for the camera.

It took you a while and when you came back you saw the two of them at the couch, your bestfriend sitting on top of your boyfriend’s lap clashing their lips together. She is pulling his hair while he’s holding the back of her head tilting it from left to right to deepen the kiss. You’re slightly shocked at the desperation of your boyfriend leading the heated kiss as you saw his tongue wandering all over her mouth.

Their kiss is getting wetter and messier that they couldn’t care less about your presence. He is grabbing his ass making her grind on top of his clothed cock. The sounds of their wet lips clashing and the lewd sounds they’re making is so hot that you can’t help but just watch them. They’re so messy with it that you see your friend’s chin and cheeks glistening from their mixed saliva.

“jake wait” she paused, catching her breath. But jake won’t stop going after her, biting the skin of her neck, jaw, ears, and quickly pecking her lips with mischievous grin on his face.

You chuckled, rolling your eyes seeing your boyfriend so desperate and needy “hey enough of that, go do your shit now”

You noticed how your friend lets out a sigh of relief that she can finally breathe properly.

You placed the camera at the side table, setting it up trying to get a better angle and lighting. Jake requested it last night that you record the entire thing. You don’t know for what reason but here you are.

“come here pretty” you were taken a back at the sudden pet name making you turn to him and raise your brow.

But jake didn’t seem to notice it as he pats his lap and massages his cock while licking off the excess saliva all over his plump and swollen lips.

you see how your boyfriend’s cock grew each time he massages it while eyeing down your best friend who’s now in between his legs.

This horny mother fucker! you knew he wanted to fuck your best friend.

Once the camera is settled, you sat into the chair in front of the couch where jake and your friend is.

“have you sucked a dick before?” he asked grabbing her hands and making her touch and squeeze his growing boner. Jake flashes his eyebrows while staring directly at her lips trying to flirt with her while flexing his cock against her small hands.

“she’s virgin jake, no one and nothing has ever entered or even touch any of her holes” you rolled your eyes growing impatient.

jake cursed silently and clenched his jaw at that information. He quickly looked at the large tent formed in his pants signaling her to open it. “go see what’s inside baby, it’s all yours” and winks at her

‘Baby? wow. You never called me that’

You watch your bestfriend slowly unbuckle and unzip his pants. Jake lifted his hips so that she can pull it in one go proudly displaying his long and veiny cock. You watch her reaction and you didn’t miss how she gulped at the sight in front of her.

She looked at you and cocked her brows as if she’s asking for your permission.

“Go girl it’s all yours” you reassured to her as she turns her attention back to your boyfriend who’s just staring lustfully at her.

“go easy on her babe, she’s afraid of huge things choking her” you said making jake put a smirk on his lips. He cupped her cheeks and told her to get started “don’t worry baby, i got you, now put that pretty lips in a good use yeah?” he held her chin up and gave her quick peck on the lips to calm her down.

You started to feel hot. You massages your breast and slightly pull your skirt up and starts working on yourself. But as the scene in front of you starts to become boring with all these cringey shit, you click your tongue and rolled your eyes in annoyance.

“bestie that shit won’t kill you” she turns her head to you, nervousness evident from her face.

jake held her chin making her turn back to him once again. He tucks her hair behind her ears and gave her a forehead kiss saying “it’s gonna be fine pretty, i’ll take care of you” he smiled spreading his legs wider and move his hips closer to her face.

“come on baby, open up” he taps his cock on her lips before putting it in. You just watch there as she starts sucking off your boyfriend. Jake’s hand guiding her head slowly. You can see your boyfriend’s face being so turned on staring intently at your friend. Knowing him, you know he wanted to buck his hips so bad and fuck her throat to oblivion.

Receiving a head from you is definitely one of his favorite. You stare at him watching how he fights the urge to fuck her throat. You can’t help but laugh seeing him breathe so heavily, trying so hard to compose himself.

“fuck, i need to eat you out now” he pushed her head off of his cock and look at you

“can i babe?” he asked for your permission and you quickly responded with a yes “go do everything that will make her feel good, we can’t make her first sex experience boring”

“fuck” jake cursed at your approval and hurriedly unzip his hoodie and unbutton his uniform. You see your bestfriend watch him as he strips himself in front of her. You chuckled at how thirsty your friend is.

She can’t leave her eyes from your boyfriend’s hot physique, not when it is fully displayed in front of her. She finally got a closer look of it and most importantly she’ll finally be able to get a taste of it.

You’ve known your friend for so long - even before you met jake. You basically grew up liking each other’s tastes. So it’s not surprising for you to see her drooling over your boyfriend as you always catch her staring at his body during their practices. You would always invite her to watch their training after classes and she never even once declined your invitation knowing that jake will be there running around the soccer field shirtless. You even caught her capture a photo of his sweat-covered body and shamelessly zoom it in on his bulge. You can’t blame her tho, jake is hot and is the hottest guy in the campus.

“like what you see baby?” he scratches the back of his neck flexing his firm biceps and chest. Your friend look away and hides her face making you let out a sarcastic laugh “oh come on, don’t act like you don’t eye fuck him all the time”

Jake stares at her biting on his lips seducing your bestfriend “take off your panty for me now please” he ordered before laying down the couch resting his head at the edge.

You look at your friend as she took her panties off while looking at jake shyly. “girl, he’s seen almost everyone’s pussy in the campus, don’t be shy”

She was about to put her black underwear in her pocket when jake immediately grabbed it and shamelessly sniffed it in front of you.

“damn, calm down babe” you laughed out loud, finding the action of your boyfriend funny “you’re acting like you’re the one who’s virgin”

he gave you a silly smile and tossed the underwear anywhere in the room. He averted his gaze to your friend who’s seemed lost and doesn’t know what to do

“come here baby, my cock needs you now” he pouts tapping his legs

“go lay down on top of him and face his cock” she looks at where your boyfriend is, his body inviting her. But she’s stuck in her place not knowing what to do.

“watch” you bring yourself to jake and hopped to the couch. You show her how to do the 69 position.

You’re now face to face with your boyfriend’s dick, coated from your friend’s saliva. You grab it and deep throat him in one go making him moan and roll his eyes to the back of his head. You felt him lift your ass up and lick at your clothed pussy. “ugh…fuck jake!” you let out a high pitched moan, taken aback by his sudden action. You turned to him to see a sheepish smile and lolling his tongue out.

you rolled your eyes and turned back to your friend to ask if she gets it now.

she weakly nods her head unsure if she can do it. She examines jake’s figure as she makes her way to the couch.

She positioned herself on top of the guy, placing her knees on both sides of his head. Jake immediately forced her to sit down on his face and she gasp when she felt your boyfriend’s tongue against her bare pussy without a warning. She lets out a weak moans grabbing the head rest of the couch for support as jake starts eating her out.

She is crying for help from you when jake pushes her down and shuts her by stuffing her mouth with his cock.

She’s gripping the cushion beside her almost ripping it. You can see how much distracted she is as she can’t even continue to suck your boyfriend’s length due to his aggression in her cunt.

You turn to look at jake getting pussy drunk and basically lapping and making out with her cunt. He played with it together with his finger, using it to spread and open her pussy wider. He stares directly at it and spat before sucking on her clit.

“jake relax”

“sorry can’t help it, it taste good” he hummed. You rolled your eyes again before looking at your friend still struggling to compose herself from the strange feeling.

“hey, are you okay?” she shakes her head. She can’t handle the stimulation and the overwhelming pleasure she’s feeling from your boyfriend. You know she’s seeing stars. You know she’s feeling in heaven. She couldn’t totally talk right now, not when the guy below her is eating her out like a hungry dog is all she could think about.

jake is spreading her pussy lips with two fingers while guiding her hips to grind it against his tongue. You look at your friend hiding her face in jake’s pelvis, eyes shut, moaning and grunting against your boyfriend’s cock, still so overwhelmed and over sensitive. She kept on shaking her head crying, trying to lift herself away from jake “it’s too much ahh…”

But Jake hold her still, his grip on her hips is so firm keeping her sitted in his face. “relax baby, i know you like it… you’ll get use to it… now suck my cock please” he whined, his cock twitching and begging to be sucked.

jake is so needy! you see how your boyfriend desperately suck on her clit while inserting his long finger. You heard her muffled moans due to her mouth being stuffed full by your boyfriend’s cock. Tears are falling down from her face as jake started to slowly buck his hips upwards. You see how his cock unintentionally go out of her mouth not knowing if its due to his messy and unsteady thrusts or it’s just your friend who can’t suck a cock right.

She paused for a moment grabbing the cock away from her mouth as she moans out your boyfriend’s name “ughhh jake wait… ahhh” you can’t count how many times she screamed jake’s name but it’s understandable. Jake’s tongue work will definitely bring you to heaven.

You knew it wasn’t okay when you suddenly hear her screamed out the loudest scream. you quickly take a look at your boyfriend only to see him being drowned by the liquid spilling all over his face. But being the horny and nasty motherfucker he is, he is quick to catch it using his tongue slurping all of it.

You see your friend crying and shaking from the sensation.

You grabbed the camera and zoom it to your boyfriend lapping all over her pussy as he helps her ride her orgasm. She’s begging jake to stop from how his tongue is still moving against her sensitive pussy.

jake pauses for a bit to catch some air and stare directly at the mess made by your best friend “so fucking good” he said licking his lips and giving her pussy one long lick before letting go of her. “you taste so fucking good baby”

Jake gave her no time to recover and forces her to get up “get up baby we’re not done yet” he spanked her ass and gave it a squeeze

you looked at your friend lying on her stomach. Face fucked up, messy hair, and swollen lips, all because of this horny motherfucker in front of you.

You made eye contact with him and try your best not to laugh at the current state of your best friend. But he only smirked and winked at you. ‘This horny bitch’

“baby get up now” your boyfriend says in a silly tone while stroking his dick

“are we going to do the….thing?” your friend weakly asked, voice strained from an intense orgasm “do you have condom?”

jake came closer to her “no baby, im gonna need to fuck you raw” he whispered

“NO!”

they both looked at you. Silence filled the room, clock ticking being the only sound. The three of you stared at each other for a minute until jake broke the silence.

Of course you know your friend wants it! She’s a slut for your boyfriend! But jake?! You didn’t expect it!

He didn’t listen

jake didn’t listen. he lays her properly and peppered her with soft kisses on forehead, down to her jaw, sniffing her neck, biting her skin softly, quickly sucking on her nipples, kissing her tummy down to her inner thighs.

Damn, your boyfriend is so down bad, but he’s so caring and gentle with her. He’s always rough with you.

Do you find it hot? You hate to admit it but YES

Do you wish it was you? Definitely, Yes! but you don’t know why you’re anticipating what will jake do next. You don’t know why you want to see jake ruin her. Part of you want to be in her position right now but at the same time you don’t know why you find it so much hotter with your friend lying under your boyfriend. Maybe you’re a female cuck. Finding it hot how jake is so eager and desperate to fuck her. You find it so hot that you didn’t realize you were touching yourself again.

You got to your senses back when you hear the woman the beneath your boyfriend whimpering. Jake grabbed his fat cock rubbing it against her slit. You can see jake’s chest goes up and down hissing as he continues to tease your friend’s hole.

“gonna breed this fucking pussy” he whispered tapping his cock on her folds making her squirm and whine

“please…” she cried out feeling the heavy cock constantly hitting her. She’s arching her back pushing her core closer to your boyfriend’s cock.

“oh you like that hmm?” he asked leaning down to bite her lower lip

“you want me to fuck you while my girlfriend watches us?” he chuckled as he looks at you

you’re froze, you don’t know what’s going on in your mind and you’re letting your boyfriend fuck your friend WITHOUT protection. You only agreed to it but you never said he would have to do it without condom! It’s driving you insane, it’s making you mad! but your pussy says other wise. You feel hot at the thought of it. Is it okay with you? No! But You want to see it.

“such a whore” he slapped her dick once more against her folds collecting all the juices using its head

“babe look” he knows you’re getting jealous but he also knows you want to see him fuck your best friend. He asked you to look at him as he aligned his leaking cock to the pussy beneath him, still rubbing it with his tip. “can i fuck her now babe?” He looked at you with so much desperation. His gaze went down to your aching pussy being touched and penetrated by your two fingers.

“oh look at that, two sluts begging and so needy for my cock” he cooed teasing the both of you

“keep touching yourself while i fuck this pussy yeah” all you did was nod, too stunned to even oppose to his idea

“are you ready baby?”

“jake please i wanna feel you so bad”

“call me daddy” he gripped her jaw forcing her to open her mouth. He collected a good amount of saliva in his mouth and stick his tongue out letting it fall straight on to her tongue.

“swallow it” he commanded, you saw how her throat moved indicating that she really swallowed it. Jake leaned down humming as he lick over her tongue “good girl”

“please daddy” she moaned massaging her right boobs while locking eye contact with your boyfriend

“fuck me….ruin me…. daddy” she flirts back

“you’re gonna crave for my cock once you get a taste of it” he slapped her pussy making her whimper

“such a slut for letting me take your virginity huh?” he slaps it again

“i’m gonna be the only one fucking this pussy, understand?” he slaps it for the last time earning a nod from her

you didn’t know but that turned you on so much that you squirted just from hearing the two dirty talk with each other

jake laughed when he heard you scream out of pleasure “oh look at that” you were the last person he was expecting to cum or squirt that fast. But can you blame yourself?

he turn his attention back to the girl under him still not pushing his tip inside “i’ll make you squirt like that baby, you want that?”

“yes daddy.. fuck me now please” she reaches for his cock but jake was quick to tap her hand and slaps her folds for the nth time “you wait! you don’t want me pounding that hole do you?”

He quickly look over to you to check if you’re still fingering yourself.

Jake grunts as he slowly penetrates your best friend’s hole. Jake literally had her crying already just from the tip. “fuck baby let me in” he hissed clenching his jaw as he fights the urge to thrust all the way in. You know that your boyfriend wants to shove his whole cock. The veins in his neck being more prominent. Your best friend on the other hand is crying from pain.

“baby can you relax for me please” he leans down to kiss her forehead caressing her cheeks.

“slowly please” she cried out gripping on your boyfriend’s biceps

you see how her hole being split open by the girth of his cock and it turned you on much that you inserted your third finger to your hole this time.

They both moaned in unison when jake slowly pushes his cock all the way in. She lets out a pained moan arching her back and gripping onto the couch. Once he bottom out, he caressed her face once again wiping off the tears falling from her eyes and pecked her lips. “shhh.. it’s okay baby, you’re okay” and shooting her with a reassuring smile

it’s your first time seeing your boyfriend like this. So gentle that you can’t help but feel jealous.

“tell me if i can move” You were expecting him to turn his attention to you as he waits for your friend’s signal. But he didn’t, instead, they both stayed in that position with your boyfriend kissing all over her face waiting for her to fully adjust to his size.

Once he get the green light, he started slowly but making sure that his tip hits her cervix. he’s thrusting so slow that you’re able to watch in detail how his cock disappear into her hole every time he bottoms out. The sound of their wetness makes you crazy. You hear each sound made by his cock going in and out of her. They’re keeping eye contact with each other and you swear it was the hottest thing ever.

they were both moaning lewdly with every time jake hits all the spot inside her, and every time your friend clench around his cock. Jake hissed holding her hips still and stopped moving

“fuck baby if you keep doing that i won’t be able to control myself and cum right now” he said slowly trying to pull out and push it back in. He’s using two of his fingers to split her open because her tightness is driving him crazy.

their moans never stops. Jake arches her back and start moving faster this time.

the sound of their skins slapping, the groans and grunts made by your boyfriend and the whimpering of your friend is music to you ear.

you never stop touching yourself inserting 3 fingers in the same speed of how jake fuck your best friend. He looked at you when you made a needy sound

“look babe she’s taking me so well… fuck”

jake grabbed one of her leg and put it in his shoulder and started thrusting faster this time.

You’re mad but you’re so turned on at the sight of him. Head thrown back, his biceps are full of scratches, sweat dripping down his face down to his chest and abs. He’s so hot. They’re both hot

“you’re so tight baby girl” he pushes his hair up chewing on his lower lip. He’s staring at your friend’s abused pussy smirking, proud, seeing how it spreads so widely.

when jake gets bored in that position, he puts her in a mating press. He gently brought both of her legs to his shoulders and leaned down bringing himself closer. He angled his hips and you can see your friend crying from how deep and hard this position allowed your boyfriend to pound into her hole. She’s screaming loud as ever feeling the cock tearing her apart.

you can see jake losing his control, he doesn’t even look at you and ask for permissions. He clearly wants to do it in his way.

he grabbed the back of her head and start making out with her again. He wasted no time swallowing your friend’s moans and screams, almost eating and licking the entirety of her face from desperation.

he pressed her leg even more to her face and fucked her faster and deeper. You can see and hear each pointed thrust your boyfriend made.

he looked at you movements not stopping “can i cum inside her” he hissed feeling how her walls grips her cock becomes harder and tighter.

You don’t know how to respond so you just stare at him still pleasuring yourself.

“jake please” you heard your bestfriend whine trying to get your boyfriend’s attention by clenching her pussy once again

you heard jake gasp “ahhh fuckk… I know baby girl i know” he started to move again. You watch them as they become more bolder and bolder as if you weren’t there.

“ride me” he quickly grabbed her by the waist and sat down without pulling his cock out

“move baby girl, show her how good you ride my cock” you saw how jake bit his lips and lick the side of her neck while staring at you.

Is he purposely making you feel jealous?

his hands gently massages her hips as he guides her up and down his cock

“fuck baby girl, you’re taking me so well…. still so tight” he throw his head back against the couch and puts both of his hands at the back of his head displaying his pits. You notice how jake watch her ride his cock and keeping eye contact with her with his mouth open while encouraging her to do better.

“good girl” she uses jake’s chest as a support beginning to fasten her movement above him.

you can see how jake reacts, whole body twitching signaling for his close orgasm “you see how deep you take me baby hmm?” he grabs her hair and forced her to look at the bulge forming at her abdomen “such a good girl for me” he pulls her hair back and starts sucking on her neck. Your friend throws her head back giving more access to your boyfriend. His mouth went down to her breast sucking on its nipples simultaneously.

he grabbed her waist and halts her movement. with both of his hands he starts moving by himself, punishing your best friend’s already ruined hole. He fucks into her really fast and hard making her grip in to jake’s hair strangling him for being so rough. She brings her self closer to jake, boobs bouncing and touching your boyfriend’s nose as jake continues to try and reach his orgasm

“ahh… im gonna fuck you full, m’gotta make you pregnant” his movement from below become impossibly faster as successive moans escapes his wide open lips

you’re crying upon hearing him say those words but still finding the scene in front of you so hot as you’re fingers move faster too

“im cumming too jake” she utters weakly as jake continues to pound her from below

“fuck yeah cum with me baby”

“cream my cock….fuck….ohhh…..ahh….” a long groan escaped his lips as he finishes with few more pointed thrust. He threw his head against the couch, hands never leaving her hips as he made few more slow and deep thrust onto her making sure that he fucks all of his seed inside. Your friend in the meantime couldn’t bring herself to talk or even make a sound as pleasure took all over her body, cumming for the second time with your boyfriend.

“so good, so fucking good baby” he said catching his breath. Your friend fell down on jake’s body panting and crying in the crook of his neck

he came a lot that you see some of it drips out of her hole

“fuck this pussy” he bucked his hips once again making her jolt

you heard jake cursed and made a long groan as your friend clenched around him upon hearing those words. “how are you still so tight baby? didn’t i fuck you well enough?” she lets out a small chuckle weakly slapping jake’s chest.

They just laugh it off as jake traces the skin of her back and rubs it gently, planting kisses at the side of her head. “you did so well baby, you think you can squeeze my cock for the last time hmm?” he pouts making your friend laugh again “jake stop”

they stay in that position for a while as your boyfriend requested her to cockwarm him. He looks at you while he’s brushing her hair softly who’s now asleep against his bare chest.

He looked down your dripping pussy. He didn’t notice that you already came by yourself. You can’t help but feel jealous and neglected. You look away from him and made an excuse to leave the room.

You weakly smiled at him as you fix yourself and make your way to your shared room to clean up and get a rest.

jake’s eyes followed you as you slowly disappear from his vision. He felt bad, he really did. especially after that bittersweet smile you gave him earlier.

He lifted the weak woman on top of him and slowly pulls out his flaccid cock and lays her down the couch. He can’t help but smirk at the sight of her pussy dripping with his cum.

But he push that thought away and proceeds to clean her up.

He made his way to your room. He needs to make things up to you. He needs to make you feel that he loves you more and that his cock will always crave for you.

It isn’t his fault tho, you were the one who requested this.

And

It was just a one time thing right?

or NOT

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koostarcandy · 2 years

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stay

pairing: jungkook x fem!reader

summary: jungkook comes in and out of your life like a recurring side character in a 90s show. you wish that he would stay, just like the main character that he is.

genre: fluff, angst, slight smut, this is the "she fell but he fell harder" trope ;)

wc: around 2k

a/n: loosely inspired by the visitor by iu and cornelia street by ts. also, a scene from nevertheless made its way in here. thanks for helping me out, art (@onlyswan)! ��♡

you know he's near when the ruckus and gushing of compliments from blushy 1st years becomes louder.

boisterous laughter and sounds of creaking shoes against the floor comes nearer, you go closer to the wall like its instinct. you will yourself to not look at him, knowing you'll lose the battle either way. his tattooed hand effortlessly holds his thick psychology text, stacked with a big book of cell and molecular biology.

that's weird, you think. what business would he have with a reference book like that when he's a psychology major?

he's coming closer, bunny smile growing bigger at the sight of you. "i found this in the library," he says. you're surprised, this isn't in your head, he's actually talking to you for once.

so nonchalant, the way he says he knows you were looking all over for this particular book.

so straightforward, the way he puts the book in your hands, his warm and large hand brushing with your cold and clammy one.

so coquettish, his wink and slight smirk, quietly telling you to look at the sticky note he pasted in the index of the book.

and he's gone. without a trace, without even a hint of a shadow. just like those nights.

you open your eyes, feeling slightly elated. you feel sore but unusually happy. your hand goes out to your side instinctively, for some unknown reason. you turn to half of a perfectly made bed, pillow and covers seemingly untouched. not like a certain someone practically fucked you into the bed, his hands all over you. your hands had to grab onto something, his words making you feel like you were in another dimension.

"what's the hurry, hmm?" he responds to your pleas to go faster already, kisses trailing from your chest to your neck, "we've got all the time in the world, sweetheart."

he seems to be enjoying this, you note. he holds you and handles you in ways which are beyond your imagination. his fast paced thrusts and smoldering gazes make your eyes roll to the back of your head, his wandering hands going down again. he touches you like you're the most precious and fragile gem he's ever seen, occasionally tucking your hair behind your ear, paired with kisses all over your face.

you shake your head, miffed that you're still thinking about last friday night. and the nights before. its tuesday now and today was the first time he had ever talked to you in a while, putting aside the fact he had whisked you away from the library, saying he had enough of studying and planned a night of netflixing and chilling, willingly providing all the snacks you needed. he had pinned you in classic style against your front door, hands against your head and needy lips on yours.

you walk to the library, the place where you can trust to find solace. you can vividly recall the time jungkook had randomly proposed a study date in the library after finding out you were in the same mandatory class for communicative english, practically revolving around you until you had accepted it and told him you'll help him. that was the first time you had seen a peek of the real jungkook, always munching on a snack or sipping on a sweet drink. he was remarkably clever, wondering why he had even asked you for help.

settling down in a corner where you're sure no one will bother and you're sure you can get some work, you finally open the big book of cell and molecular biology, fingers mindlessly flipping quickly until you reach the index. there lies a light green sticky note, with the words, "let's study again, fr. no netflix and chill this time ;)" neatly scrawled.

jungkook knows he's left you feeling utterly clueless, glancing at your lone figure at a corner in the library. the soft sunlight streaming from behind you make your whole existence seem unreal. you're bopping your head to the music blasting in your ears, taylor swift maybe? he thinks, recalling the vinyls you had propped up on your desk.

he knows he's not supposed to do this to you, he was specifically warned not to. his friends had said you were a sensitive being, never really interacting with anyone unless you were approached by someone. your silent hard work was never left unnoticed, becoming prey for people who have no intentions of passing their degree with effort. maybe that's what they suspect, jungkook muses, guessing his hyungs think he's approaching you for that sole reason.

but why did it have to be you?

you, with your quiet nature and alluring aura. you're always seen on campus, the library, cafeteria and classes your usual haunts. whenever your eyes meet his, it curves into polite half-moons, pretty lips turning into a graceful smile. you're almost like an angel, flitting in and out of his vision. he can't help but admire you, eyes trailing over your attractive stature.

maybe you felt his gaze or you just happened to look his way. whatever it is, he can't bear to look away from you, your eyes bearing an unreadable emotion. he reluctantly breaks away when a book is shoved in his hands, "developing emotional competence. is this the book you wanted, dear?" the old librarian asks jungkook kindly. he nods, following her to finish the process of borrowing it.

he can't leave without looking at you again, even it's the back of your head, hair tied into a pretty knot, a few strands falling out. your shirt falls off the shoulder, his plaid shirt, jungkook realizes. he leaves the library, feeling oddly exhilarated, feeling even more excited to see you in the evening.

"you can touch darling, you know that."

"jungkook stop it, that sounds wrong!"

he chuckles at your cheeks coloring, tattooed hand slowly caressing your bare calf. your eyebrows are furrowed in concentration, frown lines creasing your forehead and he smooths out your lines, eliciting a small smile from you. you're quickly sketching his muscles on paper, the sound of pencil gliding over paper a lilting lullaby for jungkook's ears.

jungkook's currently shirtless, tattooed arm around you for support. your soft request of, "can i draw you for my anatomy class?" and your pretty eyes had him melting, not really expecting himself to strip himself for study purposes. he had settled on your cloud of a couch, spreading his legs immediately. he patted the space he left in between, silently asking you to sit with him. you could never say no to him.

he peeks into the drawing pad, impressed at your skills. you're erasing and defining his left arm muscles, small arrows and handwriting indicating the parts. you drop the pencil and pad on your lap, breaking your knuckles and stretching your arms. "aigoo, my model student," jungkook praises, linking his fingers with yours, kissing your knuckles, "you've worked hard today as well," he says to your hands, massaging them. you wonder if he does this to every other person he hooks up with. does he hold their hands with his supple ones, kissing each of their knuckles? does he keep as their drawing materials aside, pulling them impossibly closer? does he effortlessly carry them to their bed, laying them oh-so-gently on their pillow?

you're on your bed now, you realize. jungkook's kissing you like you're the answer to all his questions, fingers gently gripping your neck. he kisses you like he wants to commit you to his memory, pulling you up so you're sitting on his strong thighs. your eyes almost roll back when you recall the last time you were in this position.

"eyes on me, pretty girl," he murmurs into this kiss, pulling apart to gaze at your siren eyes, always luring him in. "we don't have to do anything," he says firmly, "you could talk about cupcakes and sprinkles and rainbows, i swear i'll listen to you." you chuckle, tucking his hair and fixing it up, not a least bit sorry in making it messy.

"what brought that on?" you ask him, trying to figure out at what point of your impromptu make out session did he read your mind. he gently puts you on your bed and your heart almost drops, if it weren't for his hands still on you.

"i feel like we haven't talked about what this whole...thing is," jungkook admits, surprised at his hands fidgeting nervously on your lap.

you think you can hear your own heart break when you say, "it can be anything you want," knowing his anything could mean hooking up for atleast a week and then ghosting you, never to be seen again.

"but that's the thing, i don't want it to be just anything," he says earnestly, "i hate that this sounds cliché but i want this to be something nice," he grips your hands, inching closer to you.

a loud clap of thunder startles you, flinching and glancing at the rapidly intensifying rain. you look back at jungkook, whose doe eyes still bore into yours. "you should go now, you know before the rain becomes worser." you turn away from him, hands feeling peculiarly empty.

you don't hear shuffling behind you. you don't see him walking past you to pick up his shirt and wear it, taking his bag and leaving like he wants. "don't make me do things i don't want to do," a strong arm curls around you, head leaning on your shoulder. you look down at his hand fidgeting with the hem of your oversized t-shirt. he isn't making any moves to get you back to bed, slow breathing tickling the back of your neck.

you reluctantly push yourself back to bed, leaning against the headrest. jungkook doesn't make any advances to touch you, despite being so close to you. "i like what we're doing now," you say truthfully, "the study dates, long nights and your random cups of coffee while i'm in the library," he smiles, but it doesn't quite reach his eyes.

"but?"

"there isn't one. i'm just scared."

his wandering and awkward gaze is on you immediately, eyebrows scrunched in question. "i've heard what you do and i'm terrified of that happening to me," you say frankly.

"i like you too much to do that," jungkook says sincerely. you look up from your twiddling thumbs, wide eyes on his honest ones.

"you've been so nice to me and i've done horrible things and yet you're still not pushing me out the door," he says, lips turning downwards.

"i want to stay in your life," he continues, "if you'd let me, of course."

"am i dreaming or are you actually making me breakfast?"

you smile, flipping the pancake and look at jungkook waddling sleepily, arms immediately around you. "come back to bed, we have so much to catch up on," he mumbles into your shoulder.

you put the last pancake on the stack, wiping your hands, "what do we have to catch up on?"

"we stopped anatomy halfway through last night," he reminds you, turning you around and lifting you up so you're on the counter.

you roll your eyes at his cheekiness, looking down at his crinkled eyes and bunny smile. he nuzzles into your neck, hands wrapped around you tightly. you never thought you'd see him like this, beyond the wildest of your midnight dreams. he's real and you hope he never disappears, always wrapped around you like how he is right now.

coaxing you to come back to bed, sweet kisses from your shoulder to your neck and finally onto your lips. he holds you like you'll vanish from his sight, large hand splayed on the small of your back, tattooed hand cupping your face tenderly.

he kisses you like its the last time he'll see you, warm hands slipping under your t-shirt and staying there, nothing more and nothing less. you wrap your legs around his lithe waist and he whisks you away to your bedroom, your happy giggles filling your tiny abode.

pt time: @armys-dna ; @junsai-tree ; @soobhyun ; @shatzkrinslinzki ; @highly-functioning-mitochondria ; @cherishoshi ; @fragmentof-indifference

#jungkook #jungkook x reader #jungkook fluff #jungkook angst #jungkook smut #jungkook imagine #jungkook oneshot #jungkook fanfic #bts fluff #bts imagine

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auspicioustidings · 5 months

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Firewatch Part 10

Summary: Simon tries to bring you back from the edge.

Words: 2.2k

CW: Kidnapping

Simon did not know what he expected to walk into and couldn't really come up with any ideas. His mind was too clouded with the need to see you, to confirm with his own eyes you were alive. He sprinted through the forest barely tempering his reckless pace through the darkness. When he reached the cabin he barrelled in without much ceremony and locked eyes on you.

You looked smaller somehow. It wasn't a physical smallness, it was the way that fear rolled off of you in waves. You were curled against Price, willingly burying yourself into him next to the fire. All of your fight was just gone. He hated it. He hated seeing you like this.

Simon had always been a bit more realistic than the others when it came to you. He had been in your cottage after all. It was chaotic but there was so much of you that shone through in the chaos. Half finished craft projects everywhere (you were clearly passionate but lost interest easily if there was nobody to keep you on task), books neatly put away by genre and not alphabetically (he could tell you were someone who took great care with them, the type to use a bookmark instead of folding down any of the edges, and the adventure and fantasy books told him you were someone who dreamed big), several different types of tea (you must like variety).

There weren't any photos up, it had annoyed him. You didn't seem to have much in the way of loved ones but for your cat who you clearly spoiled if the cat walk lovingly built along the walls was any indication. He knew you were stubborn and had a temper, he could tell from the butchered bit of wall from where you had clearly struggled to get one of the shelves to sit straight. He knew you were messy, messy enough that it would probably get on his nerves when you lived together.

He loved you despite it. He loved seeing your passion in every inch of that cottage. He loved seeing your wild recklessness through the well used first aid kit that was lying out ready to be used again. He loved seeing your tenderness in how Dosia had subtly blocked him from touching your hair as you slept, the little thing fiercely protective even against a predator many times her size. She loved you because you had loved her and that was a beautiful thing.

This you? Dull eyed and clinging to Price like a lifeline? It wasn't right. It didn't fit properly. He would take you kicking and hissing and biting at him over this affection born from trauma. It was the reason he never tried to use the fact it had been him that carried you out of that burning cottage against you. He didn't want a version of you that had to bend to what would make him happy. He wanted you just as you were.

Price found himself in a similar mindset. 12 hours ago he would have killed to have you like this, soft and clinging to him like he was the only thing in the world. Not like this. Not broken from fear and hypothermia.

His heart had nearly stopped when Soap had shouted that he found you, his voice laced with panic. Him and Gaz had gotten to you as quickly as they could in the dark. You were cold and you were beyond scared, tear tracks from what must have been hours of sobbing dried onto your cheeks. You thought they wouldn't come for you. You thought you would die.

He knew how bad it was when Johnny was crouched in front of you trying to get a response and you had just slowly, painfully slowly, leaned forward to crumple into him. He saw Soap tense for a moment before scooping you up and murmuring soft words into your hair, his accent having gotten so thick Price couldn't pick up any of the words properly. He carried you like that, your legs wrapped around his waist and your head tucked into his shoulder, back to the truck.

It was barely even a two minute walk from where you were to the road but Price was telling you how fucking thankful he was you had stayed where you were, assuring you that you had done the right thing. If you had tried to get back and went the wrong way they might never have found you. You didn't respond.

It was like you weren't even really there. He drove and you clung to Soap in the back while him and Gaz tried to coax you to talk, but they got nowhere. It was shockingly easy to pass you between them, you were just eager to be holding a warm body, to have someone enveloping you.

Christ they could do anything to you in this state, you'd let them do anything if it meant they wouldn't leave you. It made him want to throw up. He radioed Simon on the way back, deciding to get you inside as soon as possible rather than going to pick him up.

It was Gaz who carried you in, he was shaking himself, looking like he was liable to fall apart at any moment. This was his team, time to be a leader. Price gently took you from Gaz's arms and softly gave instructions for him and Soap. Get warm clothes and a blanket, make tea, keep the fire going, clear the now stale brunch and get something warm and easy to eat started.

They found it difficult to not be near you, but being near you was clearly causing them to freeze up and not know what to do, so giving them a task list helped. He settled into one of the armchairs by the fire with you, letting you hold him and tucking his chin onto your head so he was enveloping you fully, keeping you warm and safe.

“You're OK little bird, I've got you. You're safe. Not going to let anything happen to you” he said in a hushed whisper to you, half because you really did remind him of a little bird that might get spooked if he was too loud and half because a torrent of emotion that felt too big for his body was choking him up.

Even when Simon came crashing in you didn't react.

“What happened?”

“It's our fault Si, we didnae even see her through the windae. Got all wrapped up in whit we were doing.”

“Jesus Johnny” Simon said, seeing how he looked like he really believed this was his fault.

Price gave Simon a look and a little nod, he had you but Simon needed to keep everyone else together, calm them down. He went over to Johnny who had a plate of cold scrambled eggs in hand, clearly was midway through getting rid of them but had frozen up. He could see the plate was shaking.

“Wasn't anyone's fault Johnny. Hey, look at me. This was not your fault.”

He took the plate gently out of his grip and started to clean away the food. It helped Johnny to sink back into the task when Simon was there helping him. Gaz came in with clothes and a blanket and swallowed thickly when nodding a hello towards Simon, like he wanted to put off going and helping get you out of your clothes that were cold and dirty and into your cosy fresh ones.

“You got this?”

“I- yeah, I got it. I'm solid.”

Kyle didn't really know if he believed himself but he pressed forward because he could not leave you in those clothes.

“Can one of you bring over the first aid kit? Her feet need looked at.”

Issuing an instruction made him feel a little calmer as he gently rubbed your back, crouching a little so he could speak softly to you.

“Hey luv, it's just me, it's Kyle. Pretty name remember? Need to get you changed OK? Going to make sure you get nice and warm and comfortable” he said gently, starting to coax your hoodie and top off with Price's help. “Making you safe right? I'll always save you.”

It was agonising. You let them get you out of your clothes like it didn't bother you at all. It bothered the hell out of him. They were fast in changing you because it felt wrong that this was how you'd be naked between them. It felt awful that the brush of his hand against your breasts as he pulled clothes off and on you wasn't something that caused you to hiss at him.

He had never been more grateful for Simon Riley is his life when the man came over once you were changed to take you from Price. He knew it was jarring for them to see you so vulnerable and bare like that, a hideous bit of lust creeping in and making the both of them hate themselves over it.

You went to him easily, far too easily given your last encounter. Price focused on getting your feet cleaned and bandaged while Gaz went to knock his forehead against Soap's, needing some sort of comfort for this whole fucked up mess. They could easily have lost you tonight. They still might. Price did give Simon somewhat of a warning look but let him say his piece as he traced patterns on your back.

“What were you thinking sweetheart?” he said, gentle but with upset simmering right under the surface. “As soon as you're feeling better we are going to have a long chat hm?”

He wanted a response from you. He wanted something. You only clung to him. He nosed at the mark still healing on your neck and you still didn't react. There was a warning growl from Price when he kissed it, but Simon gave him a firm glare. He needed you to come back no matter what it took. When he kissed a little harder he could feel the slight tense of your muscles, the hint of annoyance.

The others noticed when you twitched as he moved to suck a mark just next to the bite and watched on, hoping against hope that it meant something. It was a good thing Simon Riley was a persistent asshole.

“Think I'll leave another mark, make your neck all pretty. That what you need? Someone to bite hard, put you in your place a little?”

You didn't really remember what happened, it was a bit of a blur. You knew that you felt warmer now and that you never, ever wanted to be that cold again. You knew that behind your heavy eyelids was a soft light and that you never, ever wanted to be in the pitch darkness again. You liked that there was something living underneath you, something warm with a strong heartbeat encouraging your own.

Somewhere in your mind when your clothes were being taken off you thought you'd just let them have their way with you. If they would just stay close, keep you warm, keep you in the light, then you could let them. You didn't care about anything else.

There was a spark of something when lips were pressed to the tender mark on your neck. The lips pressed harder and you dimly recognised it was Simon. He sucked a mark and you remembered what happened last time with him, felt a bubbling annoyance take over that void of feeling nothing. Hadn't you been beating yourself up thinking he was a good man and now he was right back at your throat?

You actually heard and understood words then, came back to yourself a little. This fucking jerk. It's what he had said before. Well last time you had booted him between the legs and gotten him punished so who the hell did he think he was to try again when you were being nice?!

You were straddled on his lap and bundled up in him so you couldn't do much groin kneeing. You could give him a taste of his own damn medicine though. Simon groaned low when your teeth sunk into the juncture between his shoulder and neck and then grumbled out a laugh through the sting.

“There's my girl.”

You pulled back to find him grinning at you, seemingly not bothered at all by the indents you had left. This guy was a maniac, but fuck you were suddenly glad to see him. You were so, so terribly glad he was here and you were warm and safe. Maybe. You held his gaze, not willing to face the two men who had been casually discussing your murder.

“I don't want to die.”

“Then don't pull stupid shit like that sweetheart.”

“Don't kill me.”

“You have my word.”

Price held a hand up to Soap and Gaz, telling them to stay quiet and let Simon handle this.

“Don't let anyone else kill me.”

“If anyone tries, I'll serve them to Dosia.”

This has been the most awful night of your life so for the sake of your own will to keep going, you chose to believe him.

#mhairiwrites #cod #cod au #fanfic #tf 141 x reader #surprise it's angst!

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navarice · 1 year

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horror and psychological thriller in tgcf was done so incredibly well that if the beautiful and touching love story wasn’t incorporated into the book, I would be fully convinced mxtx decided to switch to another genre.

no one really talks about her fascination with the descent to madness and the morals surrounding humanity. at least one main character of each book goes through it. for lbh, it stemmed from the fear of abandonment and the emptiness that follows when the people you care most about decide you aren’t worth being chosen. for wwx, it was the outside in. society deemed him a monster so he had no other option available to him. no way to prove them wrong, and no way to convince himself he’s not either. anything he would do, despite his most well meaning, sincere, and self sacrificing motives, will always be twisted by the world who likes to paint others the devil. for xl…it was such a defeating combination of the two that it was near impossible for him find a way out. no family nor friend to turn to, no place to hide or run away, continuously forced to confront dilemmas beyond anyone’s capacity that sawed away at his already frayed sanity. worse was him having to confront godhood doesn’t mean omnipotent, nor does ascension mean free of suffering.

the way i choose to see it as this is her commentary on human nature, in both freedom and fallibility. ascend to heaven as a human, yet those in heaven are still human. wants, desires, fears, traumas, love, hate, selfishness, self-lessness, kindness, compassion, sacrifice, loss, hubris, duty, family, friends, hierarchy, power, and, above all, free will are all things that make humans what they are. are we wwx and xl? sacrificing ourselves time and time again only to have it all thrown back at our face? never once chosen or understood unless when it’s something short of a miracle? or are we the masses? afraid of the sinister, the disease, the wars? afraid for our young and old, for the talented and lame? for our lives and legacy? what are we, if not forever doomed to be helplessly flawed and hopelessly human?

the way she sees it, we have always been, and always be, both sides. because to her, they aren’t mutually exclusive, but rather each reflections of the other. both never wrong, but never quite right either. convoluted and confusing, mundane yet a tale as old as time.

mxtx writes her beautiful loves stories seamlessly. but she displays her talent best of all by weaving tales of hope and humanity into the threads.

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magic-is-something-we-create · 2 months

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Writeblr Re(rere)intro that's a year late!

Hi! I'm Pax, and I write Big Books that keep getting darker and darker in subject matter 🎉🎉

Basics about me:

he/him or they/them, Mid 20s

Favorite genres: Fantasy, SciFi, Horror, Mystery

Favorite authors: N. K. Jemisin, Tamsyn Muir, Brandon Sanderson, Pierce Brown, Samantha Shannon

Other things I do: Digital art (including commissions!), Twitch streams (usually art or writing sprints, occasionally video games), digital art assets and fonts (PWYW on Ko-Fi!)

Basics about my WIPs:

THE MILLENNIUM SAGA

High fantasy/Steampunk epic, 8 books planned. Book one: Firebreathers (160k words; ~700 pages) Book two: Echoseers (148k words; ~600 pages) Book three: Goddess-Touched (15k as of posting; 3rd attempt at drafting) First person, Multi POV What starts as a simple rebellion against their local Citylord becomes a flight - and fight - for their lives, as Ember Timber, their family, and their newfound friends are forced to flee overseas from the vengeful general who will stop at nothing to earn her Eternal King's favor, and will in fact relish hunting her own son and grandchildren for sport. But along the way, the crew learns that the Eternal King's immortality was not granted in return for his success as the Chosen One long ago, as they have always been told - and the sacrifice for such a thing is not only paid dearly in blood, but on its way to being repeated.

WHISPERS

Dark fantasy Noir. Currently with beta readers. 172k words; ~750 pages. First person, Dual POV. Set in the same world as Millennium Saga, ~5 years after the series concludes. Marika Swiftfoot owes her life to the Shadow of Fowden, the sorceress leader of a terroristic crime syndicate based in the north pole. When the man she once loved finally comes to collect on that life debt ten years later, she plans to kill him the moment it's safe. Too soon, after all, and everyone else she's ever loved will join him beyond the Veil. But hate isn't the only feeling that lingers between them, and when they're offered another way out of their debts, the lives of a few innocents looks like a bargain compared to the life of cruelty ahead of them. Lorelei has been hunting the Shadow for twenty years, and looking for the sister who disappeared for thirty. And here, names are legacies: she wants to earn Hopebringer before her legs give out for good, to erase the stain her father's name has left with Vowbreaker. And for that, she sees one way forward: she must never break her vows, no matter how small. The Shadow must die, and the Whispers with her. Her sister must be found, even if all that's left to find is a story. She must find answers for every case she takes on, even if she doesn't know so much as the name of the man who's gone missing.

THE LOST

Space opera webcomic. First scene fully illustrated; will release once the first chapter is complete, a week after Patrons receive the final scene. In the far reaches of space, the term "Media Empire" is quite literal; the Watchers have extended their influence throughout their galaxy filament with the help of their beloved Coliseum, and the Champion therein. After all, having a shapeshifter capable of replicating anything leads to some gruesome, spectacular fights, made all the more heartrending when they are the last of their kind, trapped in the ship molded from their kin's corpse. But while the Watchers have total control over what happens in the pit, they cannot predict the audience. And they certainly cannot predict the malfunctioning psychic implant of an assassin in the front row, and the loss of both opponents and a long-time prisoner of war to the escape.

I also post art of all of these semi-regularly, including in-progress stuff, as well as excerpts and rambling braindumps!! I'm also a huge worldbuilding nerd, so if you ever want to learn more about the worlds I'm writing, don't be afraid to ask!! I love talking about them :D

Boosts are appreciated <3 tell me about your own WIPs in the tags/replies/wherever!! I love learning about what people are working on!

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hongrizoon · 13 days

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I chose you

I chose you - [ fluff ]

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-- summary: who could love a blind girl? no one could. blind people don't deserve love, at least that what they say. but what happens when your english teacher falls inlove with you? what happens if he would do anything, ANYTHING, to make her happy. to make her feel safe. Jeong Yunho, a 25 y/o english teacher at Prestige University met a sweet, innocent girl, but she was blind, considered an outcast. He fell inlove at first sight of course. And he will do anything to make her happy. Even if he has to lose his job for her.

-- genre: fluff, a bit of angst (i guess?)

-- word count: 500+

-- pairing: professor!yunho x blind!reader

content warnings: mention of insults (useless, burden, charity case..), protective yuyu <3, uh idk what else LOL

mars notes. if you find the name "Aria", thats one of my oc's i have paired with yunho! i tried changing the name to Y/N to like make it reader x yunho and stuff. but i got lazy in the end, ANYWAYS!! This has been in my drafts for a while, i decided to finish the last few things i was missing and correcting grammar-

The first time Jeong Yunho heard Y/N's voice, it wasn't in his classroom. It was in the bustling cafeteria, a melody weaving through the clatter of trays and hushed conversations. She was singing, a folk song filled with a yearning Yunho found strangely captivating. He spotted her tucked away in a corner booth, her head tilted back, eyes closed, fingers tracing a silent rhythm on the worn tabletop.

He learned later that Y/N was a student at Prestige University, a scholarship recipient ostracized for her blindness. Whispers followed her like a dark cloud – 'useless', 'burden', 'charity case'. Yunho felt a pang of anger, a fierce protectiveness for the girl whose voice held such depth of emotion. Then, he was assigned to be her academic advisor.

Their meetings were a revelation. Y/N's world wasn't one of darkness, but of vibrant descriptions. She spoke of feeling the texture of old books, the way sunlight warmed her skin, the symphony of city sounds. Yunho, captivated, found himself lingering long after their sessions ended, describing paintings, reading aloud with a newfound passion. He saw a strength in her resilience, a beauty in her laughter that echoed through the empty classroom.

One afternoon, discussing Keats, Y/N confessed a fear – that she'd never experience love. The cruelty in the whispers had seeped into her soul. Yunho, his heart clenching, blurted, "Who says you can't?" The words surprised even him.

Their relationship blossomed slowly, guided by hesitant touches and whispered secrets. Yunho described the world in detail, painting pictures with words. He took her on "nature walks," letting her feel the roughness of tree bark, the delicate petals of a flower. On one rainy afternoon, unable to bear her fear of the unknown, he held her hand, guiding her through the downpour, describing the scent of petrichor, the feeling of coolness on her skin.

Love, however, bloomed in a garden choked by societal weeds. Students snickered, faculty members cast disapproving glances. One parent, outraged by the thought of a "blind girl" corrupting their perfect son, lodged a formal complaint. The principal, a man more concerned with reputation than justice, called Yunho on the carpet.

"Mr. Jeong," he began, his voice laced with disapproval, "we appreciate your dedication, but perhaps a change is necessary." The implication was clear – resign, or be fired. Yunho stood tall. He wouldn't let them take away the only bit of sunshine in Y/N's world.

"With all due respect, sir," he said, his voice calm but firm, "my dedication goes beyond grades. Y/N is a brilliant student, and I will not abandon her because of prejudice."

The principal's eyes narrowed. "This is about more than just academics, Mr. Jeong. A teacher and a student...it's inappropriate."

Yunho took a deep breath. "Love knows no boundaries, sir. Y/N needs support, not dismissal."

The air crackled with tension. Finally, the principal slammed his fist on the desk. "Consider this your final warning, Mr. Jeong. One more misstep, and you're out."

Leaving the office, Yunho felt a cold dread gnaw at him. He might lose his job, his career, but he couldn't lose Y/N. He found her in the library, head bent over a book she couldn't read. Taking a deep breath, he sat beside her.

"They gave me an ultimatum," he confessed, bracing himself for the worst.

Y/N's hand met his. Her touch was cool, a stark contrast to the warmth blooming in his heart. "What did you say?"

He told her everything, the fear, the determination. When he finished, her silence hung heavy in the air. Yunho braced for rejection, but then a small smile bloomed on her face.

"I don't need the world to see me, Yunho," she said, her voice soft. "I have you, and that's all that matters. If we have to make our own world, we will."

That night, Yunho made a decision. He gathered his belongings – a few books, some recordings, and a walking stick. The next morning, he walked into the classroom, not as a teacher, but as a companion. He resigned, his voice steady, his gaze resolute.

The classroom erupted in gasps. The news spread like wildfire. But Yunho didn't care. He walked straight to the library, where Y/N sat, a flicker of worry in her eyes.

"What happened?" she asked, her voice trembling.

"I chose you," he said, a smile gracing his lips. "We're going to paint our own world, Y/N. One where love isn't judged, and beauty isn't defined by sight

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pyeonghongrie · 2 months

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champagne problems

Summary: Sometimes you just don’t know the answer, until someone’s on their knees and asks you.

Characters/Pairing(s): San X Reader

Genre: Angst.

AUs/Trope info: Established relationship, marriage rejection, song fic

Word Count: 586

Warnings: Swearing, mental health mention, alcoholism mentions, sloppy POV changes

Rating: 16+

A/N: repost from my old blog @cryrieariver, I'm reuploading my own work, I did not plagiarize. This is also reformatted and edited for ease of reading.

You booked the night train for a reason So you could sit there in this hurt Bustling crowds or silent sleepers You're not sure which is worse

San was slumped over on the train seat, elbows on his spread thighs and nails scratching at the velvet flocked box sitting on his fingers. He looked pathetic, sitting alone and dejected in an empty train car, trying to hold his tears back. He hung his head low, biting his lip until it bled. Who knew this would happen?

He didn’t like the bustle of the city, everyone only cared about the place they wanted to go to, not bothering to check the man that was clearly hurting.

Because I dropped your hand while dancin' Left you out there standing Crestfallen on the landing Champagne problems

Your mom's ring in your pocket My picture in your wallet Your heart was glass I dropped it Champagne problems

He replayed the moment in his mind, the way your grip on his hand faltered, the way you looked at him with glassy eyes when you told him you didn’t want to dance anymore. He should’ve known, should’ve taken it as a sign.

You told your family for a reason You couldn't keep it in Your sister splashed out on the bottle Now no one's celebrating

Dom Pérignon you brought it No crowd of friends applauded Your hometown skeptics called it Champagne problems.

He remembers telling his family about his plan to propose to you, he was so sure that you’ll be his future, his new chapter in life. His sister was just as excited as him, taking up all her savings just to get a bottle for the soon-to-be celebration.

When you rejected him, all his hometown skeptics told him it was never a good idea to marry a city girl. He thinks maybe he should’ve listened.

You had a speech, you're speechless Love slipped beyond your reaches And I couldn't give a reason Champagne problems

He remembers closing the box in silence, no cheers, no music, no words. He walked out of the restaurant with a blank face and a broken heart.

Your Midas touch on the Chevy door November flush, and your flannel cure "This dorm was once a madhouse" I made a joke, "Well, it's made for me"

How evergreen, our group of friends? Don't think we'll say that word again And soon they'll have the nerve to deck the halls That we once walked through

You knew you could trust him, he was the love of your life, he did everything for you, supported you through your episodes, and made you feel happy and loved. He was your shoulder to cry on and the sun to warm you. Nothing could replace him, but you let him go because you didn’t deserve him, he didn’t deserve someone like you- he deserved someone better.

One for the money Two for the show I never was ready So I watch you go

Sometimes you just don't know the answer 'Til someone's on their knees and asks you "She would've made such a lovely bride What a shame she's fucked in the head"

They said, but you'll find the real thing instead She'll patch up your tapestry that I shred And hold your hand while dancing Never leave you standing crestfallen on the landing

With champagne problems Your mom's ring in your pocket Her picture in your wallet You won't remember all my champagne problems

You won't remember all my champagne problems.

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jun-of-love · 1 year

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Until I Found You - choi seungcheol

genre: fluff, angst, choi seungcheol

pairings: scoups × yn

tw: injuries

words: 1.2k

a/n: i was listening to 'UntiI Found You' by Stephen Sanchez (i'm a basic bitch, leave me alone) and I saw this interview of him saying how he has written the song for his one true love called Georgia and he would never love anyone the same ever again and I just had to write this so..here we go ig :)

header credits: @saythestuff

Seungcheol was tired.

The echoes of fans’ screams on his every move were still ringing in his ears, the adrenaline active in his body. Yet, he felt nothing as he sat in the backseat of his van, which, considering the amount of time he spent in it, was more of a home to him than his apartment. He saw buildings rush by and could only think of how it was so similar to time. Time too, seemed incomprehensible to him when he moved so fast. Seungcheol closed his eyes, and just like routine, a slideshow of his favourite memories began.

It starts with the time he met you for the first time. He was sitting at the counter of his favourite little music instrument shop, where he was lucky to find a job as well. You were in a lilac hoodie, leggings, and ponytail, he remembers it clear as a day. You wandered around looking at instruments for a while, clueless and careful not to touch anything, until you saw the keyboard, which you rushed towards, and played ‘My Heart will Go On’ so perfectly, that Seungcheol almost thought you were trained for several years. It was until you started coming in almost every other day and played the same song every time, he figured out that was the only song you could play. And also, that you were quite tone deaf, and learned this song from sheer will-power.

He had made the first move. Working as a cashier in store, which happens to be the favourite place of quite possibly the cutest girl ever, has its own benefits. You hardly ever bought anything, except for CDs of some niche classical musicians, just sat in the store reading your book or doing some work. Luckily, Seungcheol knew how to enter a girl’s heart – through shitty instant coffee, so that he did. And it worked. Soon enough, you were laughing softly at his jokes, listening to his mixtapes, and manifesting for his dreams.

Seungcheol had underestimated how much love y/n had to give. You came in his life when he was struggling, and stuck to him like superglue through every trial he went through. You shared his mixtapes on every platform possible, made every café you visited play his music, made sure each and every friend and acquaintances of yours had heard his music. You would constantly DM all the artists and famous producers, as if they would read them and give Seungcheol the opportunity of a lifetime. You paid for promoting his music on Instagram- from whatever was left from your stupid copywriting salary after college fees took most of it. Seungcheol promised and swore on the heavens and hell, that he would give his beautiful girlfriend the life of her dreams, where he would fund everything and beyond, she would write as many books as she wanted, and they would live the happiest life a couple could dream of.

It seemed like fate was in his favour. Another day that he remembers as if it was yesterday. It was the weekend and Seungcheol was cooking with you in his apartment. Laughing at how not a single onion was getting properly cut by him, and him arguing that it doesn’t matter if it’s all going to be cooked at the end of the day. The conversation just ended with the stove turned off, and you in his arms. Regardless of how his life was going, his pathetic financial situation, and constant rejection from companies, he felt safe, at home with you in his arms. He felt like everything in the world would work out if you were there with him. And that’s what happened. His phone rang at that moment- it was a famous music production company, wanting to scout him based on his mixtape they heard playing in a café.

Rest was history. He was the S.Coups. You had giggled a little when you heard his work name, but admitted it was cool. Seungcheol got bigger and bigger opportunities. His handsome face went viral, and soon he went from a music producer to a bestselling artist. His once role models were now on his waiting list. Seungcheol felt like it was all a big fluke, and that he didn’t deserve this- but you were right there, with your healing smile- reassuring him that he had it in all this time.

But when one rises up too fast, life has a way of showing the ground, and fame is a bitch. Soon, your relationship was all about him. It was his conveniences, his schedule, his career, his image- yet you were fine with it, as long as he was happy. Seungcheol remembers the horrible day, when you waited for him all day in his apartment to tell him that you had won a writing competition by a publishing house. It was one the big break you were waiting for, and he just came home, dismissing you and falling asleep on the couch because he had drunk too much on a broadcast. He woke up the next day to find himself on the bed, in comfortable clothes and covered in a blanket. It was when he found the tear stained certificate on the table, that he realised how badly he had fucked up. Yet..yet you forgave him without him having to beg for forgiveness. Because you understood. You always did. Seungcheol wondered what your last straw would be, and prayed that he would never see the day it breaks.

Unfortunately, the day came. You had gotten into an accident, leg broken and several small fractures in the body. You had never experienced pain like this before, and only wanted Seungcheol in the room. Yet, he came four hours after he got the news, because he ‘had to’ complete his music show broadcast. This is the day he wishes he could forget. You were covered in bandages, but the pain in your eyes only reflected the pain in your heart. He was on his knees in the hospital room, and you looked at him in complete apathy.

“I have gone through too much because of you. I cannot take it anymore. You don’t have to do anything, I will remove myself from your life. You will not see me again.”

Seungcheol felt like his life had been taken out from him. He begged and groveled, promised to leave his career, sent thousands of flowers and gifts, wrote multiple letters- only to find them in the trash the next day. He kept persisting, until one day you just left, with no trace of where you were going. Just gone.

As if on cue, his van stopped rather harshly. “Sir, we’re here.” His driver woke him up. As he regained his senses, Seungcheol noticed the book he had been holding tightly all this time. Fifth one in the popular series written by y/n, the name adorned on it in calligraphy. He opened the first page, and the words on it broke his heart into a million pieces.

“To my husband Joshua, thank you for always being there for me.”

Maybe in the next life. He will find you and love you like you deserve. The next life.

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literary-illuminati · 8 months

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Book Review 48 – Legends and Lattes by Travis Baldree

I will be honest, I read this book because it was nominated for a Hugo award and I have a mildly masochistic personal commitment to read every nominee I can (and so remain at least slightly aware of the genre at large). Otherwise, I’m quite certain I never would have touched it – everything about the pitch and marketing made it seem like something I would hate. I’ll try to be fair and approach the book on its own terms but, well it wasn’t exactly painful I wouldn’t say my initial impression was wrong either.

The book follows Viv, an orcish adventurer in a generic D&D fantasy sort of world, as she decides to retire from the dungeon-delving/monster-slaying game with her last big score – a magical stone that, when buried, is supposed to bring ‘the ring of fortune’ to whatever you do above it. She opens the city’s first and only coffee shop. The book follows her collecting a cast of lovable misfit friends/employees (Calamity the hobgoblin carpenter, Tandri the succubus barista/eventual love interest, Thimble the ratfolk baking savant, a bard whose name I’m blanking on, Amity the dire shop cat/security) as they run the business and develop it into what by complete coincidence will end up looking very familiar to the a cute quirky modern indie coffeeshop. There is theoretically some conflict happening, first with the local mob boss and then with one of Viv’s old adventuring companions, but they both feel pretty perfunctory and like they’re only included out of a sense of obligation.

The actual meat of the book is basically focused on Viv instantly becoming fast friends with all her employees/coworkers and how endearing they are, and also the step-by-step of the coffeeshop's development. First in renovating the property into her vision, then in the branding and marketing, and then the gradual addition of menu items and live music. Through it all Viv and Tandri have a developing romance that (rather appropriately) feels like a coffeeshop AU fanfic where the author decided the slowburn tag meant ‘every other character will just assume they’re already dating by the halfway point but they’ll act like flustered teenagers and refuse to actually discuss their feelings until they kiss on the literal last page’.

So, the book is ‘cozy fantasy’ which as far as I’m aware does basically means ‘no tension slice of life fanfic but with original characters’ (alternatively, ‘2000s ‘cute girls doing cute things’ anime but with a moderately more diverse cast and in sf/f book form’). The only other books in the genre I’ve read are Becky Chambers’ stuff which, while I didn’t particularly love them, I now feel I was being way too harsh on. Those have legitimately impressive worldbuilding and coherent themes and at least gestures at real compelling character arcs and dilemmas. This, well, what you see is what you get? Like, there’s zero false marketing, the entire book is entirely dedicated to hitting the exact broad emotional beats you would expect it to. There’s not really any interest in the world beyond the cafe, it is in fact a plot point that Viv attracts a found family she clicks perfectly with and their relationships are all uniformly positive, and there is exactly one point where she suffers any sort of real reversal – which lasts for about five pages before everyone comes together and rebuilds things even better than ever. There is a wizened gnome whose clearly living time backwards who takes the time to pat Viv on the should and reassure her that everything turns out alright, in about as many words. There's clearly a market for this, and I am not it.

Morality in the book is basically synonymous with niceness. If someone is friendly or at least polite to Viv then even if they seem like an obvious problem in the end they’ll turn out to have their heart in the right place and only want the best – as, for example, the local crime boss proves to be a nice old lady who accepts an order of cinnamon buns every week as ‘protection money’ and donates several shipments of materials to rebuilding the place without any expectation of payment or stake in return. The only two characters in the book who are rude assholes to someone in the cafe are also coincidentally the only real villains there are.

All of this is stuff that on some level I more or less expected opening into the book. The thing that actually disappointed me is that this fluffy book about opening a coffee shop doesn’t actually care about coffee. If you’re going to make it the centrepiece of your whole book, I expect some exultation and appreciation of the stuff! Give me self-indulgent passages going into detail about the smell and taste and smell and experience of it. Make me put down the thing actually craving a latte!

But the book’s mostly interested in the, like, trappings and signifiers associated with a cafe, not (despite Viv’s theoretical obsession with it) the actual coffee. This feels like a point that generalizes. (There actually is a decent amount of detail spent on the baked goods their genius baker invents, which just makes the lack feel stranger.)

As an aside, and I know this is very clearly not a book that expects you to care about the worldbuilding, but it’s kind of strange that coffee is presented as this new exotic novelty to a vaguely European fantasy metropolis that is explicitly already familiar and comfortable with tea? Like obviously the historical analogues aren’t worth getting into – Viv is creating a cute neighberhood coffeehouse by a college campus, no a 17th century Venetian cafe – but it’s not the first place I’ve seen the same portrayal of the two drinks and it’s, odd? Like it’s not like tea is any less foreign to Europe, or arrived particularly earlier.

But anyway, yeah, didn’t enjoy this but can’t say I was misled. It is in fact a book that you can entirely judge by its cover and not be surprised one bit.

#legends and lattes #sff #hugo nom #book review #travis baldree

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lemonyko0 · 2 years

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Test Dummy - jjk

college gives you the perfect fresh start, far, far away from your brother and any of his cock-blocking friends. or so, you thought.

» genre: fluff! best friends brother 👀 college au, little steamy and mentions of s3x.

» word count: 4.1k

Test Dummy - jjk

We’ve all heard about “forbidden love”. We’ve seen all the movies, read all the books, watched all of the predictable tv shows. I mean, what did you think was going to happen, they weren’t going to get together?

And yet, we continue to eat it up, every time, without fail.

“What is your beef with romance? Would you rather it be easy and straight to the point or do you think writers should end every romance in tragedy?” Mina scoffs and laughs at the foot of the bed as she proof-reads my essay. “I just don’t understand your point, y/n.”

I snatch the laptop away from her, “If you’re going to start making comments before you even finish reading it, I’m not going to let you read it at all!”

She laughs and rolls onto her back on my bed, “Fine, whatever, you probably don’t need anyone else to read it anyway, I’m sure it’s great.”

I nod, “You’re right, I don’t, you asked, remember?”

She grins, “Did I?”

I roll my eyes, “Shoo, leave my house.” Her boyfriend had texted her fifteen minutes ago saying he was on his way from her parents house, “why didn’t you invite your new boyfriend again?” I ask, referring to the cellphone in her hand as she slings her coat on and grabs her purse.

Her brows raise and she thinks about her words before speaking, something I most definitely never do, and she reminds me all the time. “Honestly? I knew your brother and his heathens would be back too, and the last thing I want him around is more testosterone.”

She laughs, having previously mentioned this one is the jealous type (which is apparently, something she’s into) and she was correct in assuming my house would look the same it did in high school, Seokjin and his friends all running around the house, being loud, eating all the food, and bothering any other life-forms in the house.

“Yeah you’re right, this place is still a sausage fest. However, I think today only four of seven losers are here. Not sure though, they’ve been quiet the last hour.”

She nods, “Must be eating.”

I shake my head as well, “Food! Oh god I’m totally gonna go crash their party, I’ll walk you out.”

I bid Mina goodbye and sigh in relief as I close the door. Not that I didn’t enjoy Mina’s presence, we’ve been friends for years and despite going to different schools after graduating, we’ve still kept in touch, but entertaining people for that long, is always taxing on my social battery.

Just as Mina and I make a habit out of reuniting during school breaks and holidays, as does Seokjin and his annoying group of friends.

I stroll around the downstairs area of my family home, parents gone somewhere I’m sure they mentioned but I’m sure I ignored, and no boys to be found. “Must be in his room or something.” I mumble to myself, opening the fridge and bending down to grab a soda.

“Actually we’re in the basement dusting off the pool table, hand me one?” I practically jump out of my skin at the sound of another voice in the room, let alone directly behind me. He grins widely, “Hi, pretty.”

I smack his shoulder and shove a drink in his hand before walking past him, “Don’t you ever scare me like that again, and furthermore,” I lower my voice and turn to face him, now separated by the kitchen bar, “why the hell are you talking to me like that here? That is beyond off-limits!”

He’s still sporting a shit-eating grin, “You were actually being serious about not telling your family?” I widen my eyes and gesture around us, he scoffs, “Y/N, seriously?”

I sigh, “Jungkook, this is just,” I pause, “too weird to deal with right now.”

He circles the table coolly, still leaving a respectable distance between us, “I vividly remember you saying something different a few months ago, probably when we were in my bed, but oh! Maybe it was yours?” He laughs, as if what he was saying was actually funny, “Sorry, after so many times I just get confused.”

I scan the room again, my face dark red and my hair falling from behind my ears as I aggressively point my finger, “We already talked about this and you promised me Jungkook! Now drop it.”

He takes steps closer until his chest is brushing against my finger and I drop my hand in defiance, “I didn’t agree to be your sneaky-link, I want to be your boyfriend.”

“No.” I state simply, turning to leave the room.

Jungkook quickly grabs onto my arm, “Come on Y/N, just rip the bandaid off, and tell them you’re seeing someone! Better yet, he’s right god damn here to support you! Aren’t you exhausted from this constant tug and pull thing you’ve got going on?”

I pull away from him and very theatrically tell him, “NO.” He sighs dramatically and I scoff, “What on earth do I have to tell anyone? Not only are we not together, but you are also Seokjin’s best friend.”

He throws his head back in annoyance, “I don’t understand-”

“And I will be more than glad to talk you through it, after break.” I stop him right there, tired from repeating the same argument over, and over again.

Before leaving for university, the thought of ever being with one of my brothers delinquent friends sounded appalling. I had to listen to their male nonsense my entire life, being dragged around and made fun of and simultaneously, extremely cock-blocked. Not a single date-night, crush, date to dances, anything. If I wanted one, he’d be scrutinized and scared off. It was impossible, and incredibly annoying.

So imagine my delight, leaving for school knowing I had successfully avoided both my brother, and every single one of his associates.

That is until Jungkook transfers his second year, and didn’t tell anyone where-to until it was too late.

Which I figured, whatever. The likely chance we’ll ever cross paths is slim to none, no problem!

Except he latched onto me like an actual parasite. It had taken him long enough to find the overlap in our schedules, my study time coincided with his! Oh and his gym-time too! And he liked getting coffee around the same time as me as well! Oh and he doesn’t like the treadmills at the gym anymore, and would much rather run at the same time as me, on the same path, and at the same pace.

I questioned his motives from the start, and eventually gave up on pushing him away. I could have worse company, I suppose. And compared to the rest of his and Seokjin’s friend’s, I did know him the best, and disliked him the least.

We actually grew close in a short amount of time and I found myself enjoying his company, although I still struggle to admit it. I tried so hard to clear my life of my brother's shadow looming over me but Jungkook never mentioned it. He actually seemed to pick up on my avoidance, and what I was trying to do by going to a big school and one I knew no one else was attending. He was perfect in the sense that I never had to tell Jungkook what I was thinking, he just, knew. He also knew what to do, and just what I needed.

As one should have expected, you can’t just fling yourself into the dating world head-first and expect everything to work out how you imagined it would. I had no experience! No precursor, no context clues, no cues, and absolutely zero clue that the rules and expectations of college-dating was completely different to those you read about.

I was on the third failed date when Jungkook decided it was time to ask, even though I knew he was hesitant.

It was autumn, the leaves turning cool to warm-tones and trees shedding, I remembered the extra crunch during my morning run with Jungkook. He sat against my bed with a textbook in front of him and a notebook in his lap when he looks up at me on my bed, “How did your date go?”

I hum, looking at him questioningly, knowing damn-well I had never mentioned my dating life to Jungkook. “You know, you won’t shrivel up and die if you ask people for help.”

I begrudgingly chuckle at his comment, “I don’t need to ask for help. Men are just stupid and horny.”

He nods, “I don’t deny that, but, perhaps you’re fishing in the wrong pool.”

I sigh, “I’ve fished from different pools! I did the ‘helpful guy in my maths class’ and the ‘cute guy always in the library’ and even dating apps! And one would think if you just wanted to have sex, you would NOT put ‘looking for a relationship’ in your bio, but I suppose some people just aren’t that logically-inclined?”

He grins and leans his head back against my bed, “actual dating isn’t what half of the guys your age are looking for right now. Sorry to say it, but unless flings are what you’re looking for, first-year guys aren’t going to offer more.” He speaks easily, almost tentatively, as if he was breaking hard news to me. “At least, not this early in the year. But I get your enthusiasm, it’s not like you got out much in school.”

I raise my eyebrows to that, “That’s for damn sure.” We both chuckle, and I sigh annoyed, “It’s just upsetting, like everyone is at a completely different place in their lives than me, I mean, fuck I’ve never so much as made out with someone!” I laugh and he hesitantly laughs after me, looking at me with an expression I couldn’t register at the time, but I continued, because he was listening, and for once I felt comfortable enough to tell someone other than Mina, and I needed that. She wasn’t here anymore, and doing things on my own wasn’t working. “I just, feel so detached and angry.”

He nods, leaving a few moments of silence to ensure I was done before speaking, “I mean, if it bothers you that much and you think it’d help, I will certainly volunteer to be your test dummy.”

I smile before his words really sink in and I look down to him with brows furrowed, he’s grinning with a pained expression, “what do you mean by that Jungkook?”

His eyes widen and he raises his hands in surrender, “I-I strictly mean it in a if-it-would-help sense, just, trying to offer solutions! Sorry, that was weird and wrong.”

He slouches back down and buries himself in his work, and it’s not spoken of again.

Two weeks later, and my morning runs with Jungkook have become a given, and as the leaves turn redder and begin to brown and fall off, I find his presence more and more comforting. I’m not sure exactly when the lines blurred. I wish I could say I was on something. I wasn’t sober, I was lonely, I was just being stupid. But none of it was true. Well, that last bit is partly true, I was stupid, for not seeing what was going on until it was right in front of me.

“Why not you?” I speak aloud, almost as if my thoughts had slipped past the gates in my brain and right out of my mouth.

It catches Jungkook off-guard, my out of context bambling. He was just stretching against a nearby tree after our run, and asked me what coffee shop I was in the mood for. “Why not me, what?”

I stare at him, mouth agape, and I’m sure it takes me much longer than it should have to conjure up a response. I ran through my options, lie, surely. It’s not supposed to go like this.

Or, just tell him. Jungkook had been a more than good friend to me up until then, why not? “Why not you?” I repeat. He doesn’t speak, leaving me to fill in more of the blanks. I catch my breath finally, “You, Jungkook.” I say, he nods, slowly, almost like he was worried or scared. “Why not go on a date, with you?”

He stares at me. Emotionless. He doesn’t react. He doesn’t respond. He doesn’t so much as move the stray hair falling into his eyes from underneath his hoodie. I laugh, “Nevermind, that was stupid of me.”

He stills, before shaking out of it then shaking his head profusely, “No no no no, not stupid.” I raise my brows and he looks me in the eyes, “I mean, are you being serious?”

I nod slowly, “Well, yeah, it makes perfect sense, and you even brought it up, a while ago.”

He hums, “Yeah, I’m sure I did, but, when?”

He asks for a reminder, “When you told me you volunteered to be my ‘test dummy’ for relationships. So why not, show me what it’s like.”

Something told me his reaction was disingenuous, “Oh, yeah, sure.”

He smiled anyway, picking up his bag and water, “Well, in that case, let our first date be a coffee date, on me.” He animatedly looped his arm around mine and walked away from our running trail and towards the nearby shop.

Jungkook was, as expected, a perfect gentleman. And I thought, that was what he was supposed to be. We were doing this whole thing so I could get some experience under my belt with less hassle and pressure, it was perfect.

There was always something, though. A little voice screaming at me that something is wrong and needed to be addressed. But neither of us did. Not when he walked me to my ‘doorstep’ (the front of my building) on our third date and told me, “this is when any good man would likely try to kiss you.” He looked at me, I looked at him and nodded, “the third date?” He nodded, “Yep, of course, only if you’re showing signs you’re interested, and even better if he explicitly asks.”

I nod and smile up at him, both of our hands shoved into our pockets, the wind making the nighttime much chillier. He bites at his bottom lip and shifts his weight from his toes, to his heels, and back and forth, until I say, “so, are you going to ask?”

This stops him, “ask… what?”

I laugh, thinking how stupid of a question, “To kiss me?”

His eyes widen, and then he leans back, shaking his head with a grin, “No no, this isn’t-”

“What, did I do something wrong?”

He quickly shakes his head, “No, nothing, you’re perfect.”

I ignore the way my cheeks flush despite the cold, “Okay then.” I lead on, he looks at his feet. He never tried to leave, he never told me goodnight, offered to kiss me on the cheek, he just did, nothing.

And I simply wasn’t having that.

I leaned up on my toes and pulled my warm hands from my pockets and placed them tentatively on his face, and I kissed him.

It was quick, I had kissed someone before, albeit years ago, and I was not confident at all in my skills. But I was confident in myself. I knew he wanted to kiss me but didn’t think it was right.

I bid him goodbye that night, and life went on just as it always did. From that line crossed, every line there on after became more and more blurred. When exactly “trial dating” became real dating, I’m unsure.

It gave me a perfect excuse as to why I was spending so much time with Jungkook, and why I was enjoying it, until I tried wine for the first time. We both had a decent amount, and I had sex for the first time.

That, still, is one of my largest regrets. I mostly wish we could go back, and do it differently. Or had at least weighed the outcomes of putting me, the guy I liked, and a bottle of wine and zero reference of a tolerance in a romantically-set up room.

From then on, Jungkook and I have argued over what we are, what to do, what we were doing, at all. I had made a bubble. A perfectly constructed, safe space. No one holding me back, judging me, or shadows looming. I was comfortable in my bubble.

That was until break came, and my bubble literally, popped.

I told Jungkook, (I’ll admit, rather coldly) that from the moment we were back in our hometown, none of this had ever happened. “If they ask, we kept up with each other on campus as friends, but that was it.”

He did not take well to this, but what was I supposed to do? Re-introduce one of my brother's closest friends as “my friend I go on dates with and kiss and sleep with every so often but he’s not really my boyfriend I don’t know we haven’t figured it out yet.” ???? Absolutely not. It is too complicated, too fast, too much for my brain to deal with all at once. It is bad enough returning home, and even worse knowing my problems were following me and harassing me in my own kitchen.

Jungkook sighs, having relented, “I don’t know what else to do, y/n.”

I pause for a moment, then shrug, “I’ve told you, i-it’s a hard situation. And any normal guy in your position would most definitely not be invited to my home during holiday, let alone bonding with my entire family and even join us for freaking christmas dinner if he wanted.”

His eyes look past me before nodding solemnly, “I get that, really, I-I’ve kept my distance! I’ve done what you asked, but you’re not even meeting me halfway.”

I put my hands out in front of him, “There is no half-way Jungkook.” I look to the basement door when I hear a voice and the steps creaking, “As of right now, there is nothing to talk about.”

He opens his mouth to complain and I loudly hush him, “Ah! Stop talking.”

He tries speaking again, no doubt further complaints about how unfair I’m being, and thankfully he notices Seokjin seconds before he slings his arm around him with a grin, “Wondered what was taking you so long to grab my coke.”

He laughs it off and Seokjin crosses the kitchen to grab a drink from the fridge, and I turn to leave before he calls out to me, “Yeah?”

“There’s still pizza down there, and we found the missing 4 striped ball.” He points at the basement door with the drink in his hand and chuckles, “Which if I remember correctly, you lost when you practically threw it at me.”

I roll my eyes, “I did not throw it at you, you hid it from me so I couldn’t win, I was beating you so bad you had to cheat.”

He chortles, “Yeah, that may be, but I’m nowhere near the best player anymore, you could easily win even if I cheated.”

I nod, “Yeah I’m sure-”

“Actually, Jungkook beat me twice and Taehyung forfeited, that's why we sent him up here, so we could have our own losers match.” He makes himself laugh even harder, walking back over to Jungkook, “We’re gonna go play mario kart in my old bedroom, you can join us or see if y/n is still the best at pool.” He speaks to Jungkook, but looks at me.

I shake my head, “It’s not that deep-”

“Of course! We have to.” Jungkook says quickly. I narrow my eyes towards him and he grins cockily, “unless you know you’ll already lose.”

I roll my eyes, “Comedic, you’ve always been a sore loser, I refuse for the sake of your ego.”

He scoffs, “Nope. Liar. You know you’re no good anymore and you’ll lose.”

I shake my head, “You’ll say anything to get me to play.”

He leans against the table, “Just one round. And I’ll even offer best of three, when you lose.” He grins cockily and I mock him.

“Whatever. ONE round, that’s it.”

Seokjin claps, “Perfect! Winner can run their victory lap around the house and boasting rights until next year, and loser pays our dinner later.” He pats our backs excitedly before jogging up to his room, Taehyung not far behind him.

Jungkook and I enter the basement, setting up the game and talking shit, as one does. “Who’s breaking?”

He smiles, holding his chosen pool cue, “Ladies first.”

I nod, “Such a gentleman.”

He laughs, “Yeah, that’s what got me into your pants.”

I mess up my shot and berate him. “I have half the mind to come over there and use this forcefully.” I lift up my pool cue and he pretends to be scared.

“Oh no! Please don’t!” I walk over to him, slap his chest and I only get one good (albeit, wimpy, compared to his strength) hit in before he grabs both of my hands and backs me into the pool table. He leans into me, our bodies touching leaving absolutely no room, and he kisses me.

I’m able to forget my surroundings and lose all rationality when he kisses me. He licks at my lips and I let his tongue slide past, soon enough his hands drop the cue, mine long forgotten as his hands slide down my body and he lifts me onto the table.

My hands are split, one tangling his hair and the other feeling his chest. He continues to kiss me fervently, hungrily, like he was touch-starved and in dire need of attention. He pulls me close and rubs against me, showing me how bad he wants me and it takes all the strength I have left to pull away, calling out to him. He ignores me the first time, kissing me in response to his name. I pull away again, “Jungkook.” he hums, busying himself with kissing and biting my neck, “Jungkook, w-we can’t.”

My pleas fall on deaf ears. “Jungkook, please,” my hands tug on his arms that are wrapped around me, “not here.”

He buries his face in my neck and leans into me with an annoyed groan. I let him rest like that for a while, waiting until he lifted his head and looked at me. “I don’t actually want to play pool.”

I chuckle, “Me neither.”

He takes a deep breath and nods, “Okay so let's use this table for a much better purpose.” He leans back into kiss me and I turn away, laughing at his desperate attempt.

“Jungkook, it’s bad enough, what we’re doing, let alone to do it in my house, where Seokjin is literally in, right now.”

He whines, “I don’t care! I will go up there right now and tell him-”

“Tell him what?!” Jungkook stops in his tracks. “Tell him what, Jungkook?” He doesn’t respond. “Exactly. We don’t have a label. I’m not ready to figure this out yet, there’s nothing to tell them now.”

His gaze softens and he steps towards me, his hands resting on my thighs as he draws circles on them, “But we’ll tell them eventually? It won’t be like this, much longer?”

I sigh, scratching his head and looking him in the eyes, “if we become official, if we really work out, then yes, of course. We’ll tell them.”

He kisses me again, barely parting our lips, “Okay, I’ll stop.”

I kiss him back and laugh, “Really? That’s all it took?” He furrows his brows. “Jungkook, I’ve been saying that since the beginning. Albeit, quite meaner.”

He nods, “You were being a megabitch, but I really like you so I didn’t mind.” He presses our noses together and smiles. I push his chest offendedly and he doesn’t move an inch, “You were stressed, worried, and confused, I don’t blame you. I should've been more sympathetic.” I kiss him again and thank him, followed by my own apology for mistreating him. “But there is still something different this time.”

I hum, “Yeah? What.”

He grins, “You acknowledged us being together.”

I roll my eyes, knowing I couldn’t hide the way my cheeks heat while trapped in his arms, “Whatever, stop talking.”

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Hiii!!! If it isn't to much trouble may I have (male) vinland saga matchup please. My pronouns are she/her. I tend to be shy around new people but I can be somewhat loud with people who im close to. My height is 5'0. I would describe my aesthetic as girly/soft/cottegecore, lots of long dresses and skirts.

Im not very athletic and im not a big fan of sports but I love to go roller and ice skating. I also love to read books and to also cook and bake food. I also like to garden. I've been playing the violin for 7-ish years. I love animals. I am currently studying in college. I like to Watch nature/animal documentaries. I also like sweets.

Somethings I dislike are people who bend or ruin my books and people who speak over me when im trying to talk.I love music, I can listen to any genre and like it but my favorites are indie,bedroom pop and classic rock. My ideal relationship would be with someone who is loyal and supportive. sorry if i spelt anything wrong. Hope im not bothering you:)

@armin-ocean-eyes You are not bothering me at all. You have such a unique personality.

Which is why I match you up with our lovely boy Canute.

Early Years (War Arc)

• Prince Canute and you both met in your royal court while he was out on a diplomatic mission given to him by his father. Both Denmark and your country had high tensions between each other, which only further heightened when King Sweyn sent his army into the edge of your territory.

• As the princess, you were put in charge of greeting the prince and having friendly relations with him. Well, cordial. It's hard to be friendly with the son of the man who wants to destroy your country. You were pleasantly surprised when you made eye contact with the shy prince. Without even saying a word to him, he ended up hiding behind his retainer, Ragnar.

"My apologies; my Highness is quite shy around new people. I assure you that we only come with the best of intentions."

• You shake your head and assure the both of them that you have no ill intentions either. Over the next few weeks, you learn more about Canute and end up having some sweet conversations with him.

• He always sticks behind you when you walk around the castle together. He will only ever talk to you or Ragnar. He is deathly afraid of your family and freezes up whenever one of the other royals addresses him.

• Thanks to your good relationship, the tensions between your countries have temporarily eased. You will often sit in your study together and teach him the violin. He is quite bad at it, but he becomes transfixed when he watches you play it.

• You show him around the royal garden, and he marvels at all of the foreign floral and fauna that he is not used to. He asks you questions about different plants every few steps. He loves how vibrant and versatile they are.

• When he learns you love to bake, you are practically able to see hearts in his eyes. He confesses his love for cooking as well. You both teach each other recipes from your homelands. He quite often gets flustered while baking with you. When you tease him, he gets defensive.

"H-Hey, it's just hot in the kitchen!"

*laughter*

"Stop laughing-! I swear it is just the heat of the oven!"

• He tries to tease you about your height, since he is quite a bit taller than you. You always end up teasing him back, and then he hides once again.

• On Canute's last day in your kingdom, he gets you a pet cat. He named the cat Sweetpea after the kitchen incident you both had. (You spilled some sweet peas, and Canute tripped over them and brought you down on the floor with him.) He promises to write you and even asks if he is allowed to give you a kiss on the cheek. Ragnar is shook. Shook!

• Over the next few years, you both keep in touch and write letters. Those letters begin to dwindle. One day, he stops sending you letters completely. You know that Denmark and England are at war. You worry greatly. Another two years pass, and you learn of him becoming king.

(Slave Arc & beyond)

• He changed the first time you saw him after all of those years. You now rule your country, and you were scared of him. This time, he hadn't visited to make peace with your country but to wage war on it if you did not give in.

• You tear up and almost cry as he comforts you. He speaks sweet nothings into your ear and speaks of his dream and his paradise. He speaks of how your country is a part of that. Of how you two should be able to rule alongside each other. About how he only threatens you to keep up his appearances as the fierce king of the Northern lands.

He promises you the world. He gives it to you.

• You both catch up on the years that you have missed. You both speak of your fond memories, and you begin to make new ones. Your kingdom joins his, and soon he proposes in front of the royal court.

• Your wedding is beautiful. No expense is spared. He makes you feel like the most beautiful woman in the world. He allows you anything you want and fawns over you. He supports you through everything and anything. When he is with you, he is neither a conqueror nor a king; he is just Canute.

● He brings you new scrolls to read and loves hearing you speak of them. You have your own library in the castle that is only for you. Canute always asks for permission before he enters it. He always loves how lovely and cozy you look while reading. He will murder anyone who hurts your scrolls or reading materials.

● He never allows anyone to speak over you. If someone disrespects your opinion, he will be standing quietly behind you and staring at that person menacingly. He will shout at his court to quiet down when you enter the room.

• He isn't the biggest fan of PDA but he loves holding hands and sneakily kissing the side of your face. No one in the castle questions it. Of course, they rarely see it. Wulf cracks a smile when he sees you two together.

• When having hallucinations of his dead father, he always seeks you out. When you lovingly trace and kiss all of his scars, his pain melts away. A few tears come to his baby blue eyes, but he always tries to hide them. He's never had a safe person besides Ragnar. Even then, was that really love? He doesn't know, but he knows that loving you is true love.

• He always asks for your opinion on everything. From political decisions to what he wears for the day, He is very much still Prince Canute around you—a shy and meek, easily flustered boy who is head over heels in love with you.

• He gets you another cat after Sweetpea and names him Sugar because you are the sweetest thing to him in his life.

• You are his only weakness. He is quite protective of you but backs off if you get annoyed or get concerned over his protectiveness. He is just unable to picture a life without you. He loves you more than his paradise. You are his paradise.

#vinland saga #matchups #vinland saga matchups #knew exactly who I was going to do #vinland saga imagine #vinland saga headcanon #canute #canute x you #canute x reader #personalized

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dr3mvaalmar · 7 months

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From Ritual to Realms Beyond | Kinktober Day 2

Pairing: Solomon x F! Reader

Prompt: Role-Play (nsfw, mdni)

Summary: Solomon and the reader find a mysterious page in one of his books. Taking inspiration, they decided to reenact it in a play of trust and intimacy.

Credit: @cafekitsune (divider), The Piano Lesson by Louis Tribout (art cover)

Warnings/Tags: missionary sex, blowjob (swallowing), emphasizing consent, Elizabethan dialogue (this is a warning lol)

Solomon’s room was a deep royal blue, the incandescence of the various candles providing a soothing atmosphere to the mysterious dorm. The time seemed to meld as one from ancient books, miscellaneous experiments, and modern technology strewn about in organized chaos. Lights seemed to flicker across the walls like tiny constellations. Chandeliers lined the ceiling, currently off to set a calm dimness—an ample, hardwood desk rest in the corner. Quills, beakers, and open tomes lay haphazardly on its elegant surface. The most important feature was the books that lined the wall, a plethora of genres that could occupy a person for a lifetime. A simple bed lay in the corner, sheets neatly tucked in and the light from the window illuminating the plush surface. In the center of the room was an opulent Chesterfield couch, two individuals entranced on a particular book on the coffee table before them.

“This chapter discusses river naiads. One, in particular, was the potamides that reside in rivers,” Solomon explained, flipping through the page and pointing to a particular excerpt. I gazed fondly at the text, relishing every word. “Some of these nymphs coveted young girls. It is said that these girls would have their freckles carefully removed by the nymphs themselves.”

“That’s cute,” I said with a giggle, watching as Solomon flipped the pages. “But I think freckles are lovely.”

Solomon hummed in response, a faint smile adorning his features. He paused on a page with an extensive image carefully stamped in pristine detail. I reached out, carefully feeling the aging page beneath my touch. I focused on Solomon, curious to hear more from him.

“Nymphs often would help—” Solomon began but paused as he flipped the page again. He turned it over a few times, his thoughts indecipherable.

“What is it?” I asked before he turned towards me, the corners of his lips curling. A mischievous twinkle shown in his eye. I knew something interesting was about to happen.

“Feel this page here, (Y/n),” Solomon said, guiding my hand to the page. I copied his actions from earlier but didn’t notice anything unusual. His expectant gaze told me it was apparent, but I was none the wiser. “Here, allow me to show you.”

Solomon’s hand drifted over the book as I felt the faint shimmer of magic permeate through the air. Lines crisscrossed over the page, revealing something between them.

“I noticed the page felt heavier than the others. There’s also a faint trail of magic,” Solomon explained, ever certain with his judgment. “There, voilà.”

The page peeled with no resistance, showing the clandestine text underneath. From an outsider's perspective, the magic concealed it perfectly. Another drawing was revealed, along with related text. I could feel my face grow hot.

“Well, that’s interesting,” I said, peering down at the nymph engaging intimately with a man. I peeked at Solomon, enjoying his taken-aback expression. Of all the things to hide, it’s medieval pornography.

“Interesting, indeed,” Solomon said, skimming through the text. “It’s a story about a ritual. A sorcerer meets a river nymph who is cursed never to leave the water. As the river dries up, she convinces a sorcerer to free her. The two of them perform a ritual to restore her depleting magical energy. The ritual strengthens her, helping her break free. I suppose the illustration shows the ritual itself.”

“The river nymph must’ve been so beautiful that the man risked himself to save her,” I murmured, imagining the tale in my head. River nymphs were known to be either a blessing or a curse. Often, it was best to avoid them altogether, no matter their desperation.

“Even the fairest of naiads could never compare to your ethereal beauty,” Solomon added. Heat rose to my face as I tried to muster up with a witty comeback. However, nothing came to mind.

“You embarrass me,” I grumbled, earning a chuckle from him, much to my chagrin.

“Well, I can only imagine what you would look like as a naiad,” Solomon said. “You would vex every man who laid eyes on you.” “Including you?” I retorted, a flirtatious cadence to my voice.

“Including me,” Solomon affirmed, his eyes gazing tenderly into mine. “Though, I might have to fight anyone who tries.”

This time, it was my turn to laugh as I reached down to squeeze his hand. The image of Solomon fighting an onslaught of men in my honor made my heart flutter. He truly was my protector.

“I have an idea,” I gasped, a realization coming to my mind.

“You want me to fight for you?” Solomon asked, his eyebrow quirked in amusement. I shook my head vigorously.

“No. Well, not now,” I said. “Anyways, how about we… you know? Role play?”

Solomon’s face lit up devilishly. He gazed down at the image in the tome before looking up slyly at me. I held my ground, firm on my intentions.

“You want to be the nymph?” Solomon asked, and I nodded in return. “And I’ll be the sorcerer, I presume. Well, wouldn’t that be entertaining?”

“It reminded me of that transformation spell you showed me a couple of weeks ago, remember?”

Solomon nodded, remembering when we were studying for one of the exams. One of the chapters focused on deception. It was for demons to trick humans, but there have been instances of humans using cosmetical mirages. Solomon showed me how he can distort the spectrum of light around him, causing his hair to turn from white to different colors. Its use was very versatile.

“That’s certainly in the realm of possibility,” Solomon agreed with his finger on his chin in thought. “But it would be dangerous.”

My head tilted as I racked my brain for an explanation. Solomon’s eyes drifted away from me, a smile tugging at his lips. I was curious to know what things he would do. Solomon’s intentions were an enigma.

“Let’s do it.”

Not long after, we were starting the act. After a brief touch-up of what was to occur and what was off-limits, we reconvened to set the scene. Solomon recited an incantation from one of his books, dabbing my skin with liquid. I felt my body lighter upon finishing, realizing Solomon replaced my clothes with shimmering garments. The clothes were as light as a feather yet flowy and embellished to rival royalty. I felt like a princess, admiring my appearance through the mirror. The magic styled my hair to frame my face perfectly, adding the mystique and allure of a naiad. My skin almost seemed to sparkle like light flickering off the sea.

“Wow,” Solomon praised, kissing my cheek. “You look enchanting.”

I laughed, pecking his cheek back a little more forcefully. “I wish looking like this was this easy every day.”

“I will confess, I’m enamored by your everyday look. It feels comfortable… like home.”

I smiled sweetly, feeling the same when I was with him. I wished we could live together in the same room so I could see him in his natural habitat. It was nice to wake up and experience the mundane together. Sneaking in or staying the night just didn’t feel the same. I wanted to make a life together.

“Are you ready? We should begin,” Solomon asked, his hand reaching towards me. I took it gently as he led me to the center of the room. We took our positions. “Follow after me, okay?”

I nodded, watching as he changed his appearance to fit the scene. Instead of simply changing his outfit, his appearance was almost unrecognizable. His hair lengthened, shimmering with a faint golden hue. He wore a long mage robe embellished with dark green velvet, almost like moss. The robe's hem robe lay an intricate golden pattern, contrasting well with the robe—a vine wrapped around his waist which hung various pouches and a flask. Solomon still had his signature cape, this time a lighter shade of green. It shifted in the light, almost like the swaying of leaves. On his fingers were various rings of different styles. Solomon’s eyes were now a shade of green but still held that playfulness I could so dearly recognize.

“Hail, fair nymph of the waters,” Solomon began with a theatrical bow. “I am a sorcerer hailing from the northlands. Mine ears did catch thine cries of distress from yonder. Art thou unharmed?”

I tried to keep my composure to keep the moment flowing, but the language change was almost comical. Solomon seemed like an entirely different person. His new identity was both charming and frightening. I had no idea Solomon could act, but it would make sense, all things considered. Though my speech wasn’t perfect, I easily replicated his language.

“Thou art quite the actor, Solomon.”

Solomon looked taken aback, his palm on his chest in mock disbelief. He was enjoying the acting a bit too much. Although, when I mentioned roleplaying, I anticipated something a bit more sexy…

“Who be this Solomon? Such a name hath ne’er graced mine ears,” Solomon said. My brow quirked up.

“My apologies. I converse with thee,” I correct with a courtesy bow. “Thy speech is…different. I half expected thee to pull out a quill and parchment.”

“Perchance, fair nymph, ‘tis thou who art not immersed enough in our role,” Solomon chided. I knew he wasn’t serious, but his tone seemed genuine.

“Nay, sorcerer. I am but…unaccustomed to thy speech. Thy tongue is as silvered as thy magic.”

“Then, let us continue our tale. Mayhaps, by its end, thou will find thyself enamored not just by mine words but by the tale we weave together.”

From there, we enacted the roleplay, adding great charm to our characters. Solomon acted like a gentleman, showing his concern. I explained to him my predicament.

“Long ago, an envious fiend saw my realm flourish and sought to rob me of my dominion. She cursed me, chaining me to these fading waters. As they wane, so does my life force. I am tethered here, unable to seek other realms, fated to fade until naught remains.”

“I may assist thee. I am versed in a spell that hath the power to break such a curse, but thou must place thy trust in me. What sayeth thou, nymph?”

“Whatsoe’er it requireth. Do as thou seest fit,” I said, my face contorting as I tried to find the words. Speaking was a bit more tiring than I expected. When do we get to the good part?

Solomon discussed a spell with me. Although he was straightforward in his intentions, he left out a few details that confused me. When I asked him to clarify, he would find a way to distract me from my curiosity.

“Lie thee down upon the earth,” Solomon instructed, gesturing towards the floor of his dorm. I looked reluctantly, staying in character. Regardless, I did as he told me. “Calm thine spirit and empty thine thoughts. I shall take the fore. Follow mine lead.”

My body lies supine on the ground, my arms at my side. My skin shuddered as I felt Solomon’s cold touch. He caressed my body, paying particular attention to my most intimate areas. I could hear him mumble something under his breath. It didn’t sound like a language I recognized.

“Stay where thou art,” Solomon muttered as I wiggled underneath him. I couldn’t help it. How could anyone stay still?

“Easier for thee to utter,” I said indignantly. Solomon leaned above me, placing a finger over my lips. His face was furrowed in concentration as he continued the ritual, paying my disbelief no mind.

“Thou shalt feel aught peculiar. Heed it not,” Solomon muttered, but it was too late. I squeaked as I felt my body move on its own accord. I felt the ground leave from below me as my body hovered. It was a simple spell but enough to make my senses overreact. With no stability, I felt incredibly unbalanced and flailed my arms.

“Solomon, I’m going to fall!” I exclaimed, panic setting it. Solomon seemed to have no intentions of letting me go, however. Instead, he simply grasped my waist and pulled my body into his. To say I was a bit flustered to have his pelvis between my thighs was an understatement.

“What are you doing?” I said, breaking character yet again. Solomon flashed me a mock disapproving look.

“I didst bid thee to follow mine lead. Thou hast turned a deaf ear. This is an act of trust and circumspection. If thou continuest to wriggle, thou’lt mar the ritual,” Solomon said, his hands slowly running down the length of my body. His touch resonated through my skin. For a moment, I forgot my predicament. His eyes shined. Solomon knew he had the upper hand.

As Solomon supported me with his lower body, he started speaking in the strange language again. His voice was soft and sultry. Every word vibrated the air around us, and I could feel it against me. His voice was powerful. It made me feel vulnerable underneath him. Even though this ritual was an act of trust, it dived even deeper into our relationship. I wanted to say something but feared interrupting it. I also relished the power dynamic.

I noticed my skin starting to glow by the end of the incantation. It was simply mesmerizing. Slowly, I could feel my body begin to descend. Solomon’s touch didn’t dare leave me as he guided me. His actions soothed me.

“The hour is nigh, dear nymph, for thy salvation to be realized,” Solomon said as my body settled on the ground. I could only stare at him doe-eyed. Every movement and touch seemed to spark fireworks inside my head. Solomon leaned forward, and I realized how much I loved to see the outline of his chest through his clothes. I felt, in that instant, an intense desire to see more. More. More.

Solomon procured an item from his bag. It appeared to be a paintbrush with a pointed tip. I felt the brush tickle me as he traced symbols on my body. He used no ink or medium, yet images materialized on my body. I’ve never seen such shapes before. Each character carried an intense weight with each one he drew. Each stroke was meticulous and delicate as if painting on thin paper. I moaned as he lifted my shirt tantalizingly slow. Solomon paused.

“Doth the touch of a sorcerer stir thy senses?”

Solomon's eyes didn’t leave my face as I looked away shamefully. His hand carefully dragged each finger across my abdomen and belly. I arched my back, desperate to rid myself of the growing heat within me.

“I trow a mere whisper might send thee to the heavens,” Solomon said as he refrained to show the full extent of his amusement. “Yet we must proceed.”

He continued to draw more symbols across my flesh. All body parts must be covered, much to my embarrassment. He removed my clothes until I lay bare before him. Even though he had seen me naked a hundred times before, I felt like a virgin. The black text decorated my entire body. He seemed to study his work, but I realized his gaze was more focused on what lay beneath the symbols. My skin prickled with goosebumps as I tried to keep still.

“Dost thou fancy what thine eyes behold, sorcerer?” I said, a coy smile gracing my lips. Solomon looked taken aback but smiled wickedly. The distance closed as he crawled on top of me. He took a moment to gaze at my face as I lay entirely beneath him. Solomon’s blue eyes spoke more words than could be said at that moment.

“To touch thee, ‘tis to dance with the very flames of desire,” Solomon replied, leaning into a sweet kiss. I melted into his lips as I matched his movements. It was a respite from the aching within me. If Solomon continued to tease me, I wouldn’t be able to act anymore. His lips seemed even more appealing than the thousands of times I tasted them before.

I reached towards his waist, gripping at the fabric. My half-lidded eyes stayed transfixed on him as he parted. I needed him. I couldn’t keep this charade any longer.

“Thy lips speak innocence, yet thine body doth beckon me closer,” Solomon said. My face contorted as I rolled my eyes.

“Just fuck me, Sol,” I said, moaning as I pulled him into another kiss. I greedily moved my lips with him. My tongue swiped at his bottom lip, ready for entrance. Solomon hummed, using my lowered defense to slip his tongue into my mouth. Every time I tried to get the upper hand, Solomon was one step ahead.

Solomon’s arms wrapped around my body, keeping me steady against him. His tongue parted from my mouth, searching for new realms. Kisses lined my collarbone, my sternum, all the way to my hips. Each kiss tickled my skin, causing me to giggle. Seeing him so fixated on me brought warmth to my chest. I felt comfortable.

Solomon flashed me a smile, which was my cue to reassure him I was enjoying myself. He always kept an eye on me, even when preoccupied with his own pleasure. Seeing him eager to please made me feel secure. Even now, as Solomon suckled on my breasts, he made sure to monitor my reactions.

I gripped the back of his head, urging him for more. I cooed encouraging words as he licked and prodded. His right hand played with the other breast, his other hand cupped around my thigh.

“Mm, your taste is delectable,” Solomon said, nuzzling the flesh with his cheek. He seemed to forget his previous identity, as he seemed distracted with lust. “I would be content like this for eternity.”

I caressed his cheek, his eyes gazing upwards. Solomon’s beautiful eyes were glazed, a look of admiration and love smitten across every feature. Solomon hypnotized me. It reassured every uncertainty in my mind. Solomon was mine, and I was his. I committed each detail to memory as he returned to my body.

Solomon’s hand trailed down, rubbing the inner part of my thigh. Instinctively, I closed my leg. His touch was precise, like he understood every nerve within my body. I whimpered as I felt him rub his fingers along my exposed slit. Simply caressing me caused wetness to pool from within me. He used this benefit to rub my clit, my body twitching in response. I squeaked, clutching at his clothes. Solomon was quick to kiss my lips, causing my body to relax.

“Be careful,” I warned, rubbing his back gently. “I’m sensitive.”

“Isn’t that part of the fun?” Solomon chuckled, earning a wary glare from me. “I’m teasing. I will tread carefully, but I expect you to keep up.”

I held my breath as Solomon descended on my most intimate area. Various thoughts ran through my mind at that moment. Even though we have had sex in every conceivable position, this felt different. There was a strange feeling in my gut. I couldn’t explain it. Solomon was enjoying himself, as am I. Yet, I felt something new. Different.

I groaned as his tongue met the tender flesh of my clit. I could feel my legs twitch as he set the pace. Waves of pleasure reached my head. The worries became hazier and hazier. All I could think about was how much I loved Solomon. I would do anything for his love.

Solomon squeezed my thigh, digging in deeper. My breathing became heavier as the tension inside me built up. Each time he sucked my clit, it felt like a zap to my brain. I flexed my legs to resist the urge to close my thighs against him. Despite the looming threat, Solomon seemed content as he slipped a finger into my vagina.

“Ah, Solomon!” I gasped, placing both my palms by my side. My hands stretched and closed, finding a distraction against the new sensation. His finger rubbed the roof. It was slow at first before he eased more into it. Solomon let out an airy chuckle as I tensed underneath him.

The aching within me was building to unreasonable levels. I tried desperately to suppress it, but it was too much. I cried out, my body giving in to the onslaught of euphoria and pleasure. The high lasted a few moments before Solomon paused, allowing me to gather my bearings.

I gently rubbed my knee against him, my brain too overwhelmed to utter a single word. Instead, I reached out to him with my hands. He quickly understood, embracing me in a tender hug. Love, lust, and admiration all came to a head. At that moment, I wanted it all.

“Are you ready for more?” Solomon asked, pecking my lips. I hummed in agreement. He whispered something unintelligible, but I was too busy focusing on his figure on top of me. Solomon’s hips rutted against me, his breathing becoming more rugged. I could feel his rigid dick through his pants. Knowing that I turned him on was pleasure enough.

Before I could register his actions, I felt the hot flesh of his dick rubbing the outline of my pussy. My hips moved with him, taking every ounce of pleasure I could get. He whispered more dirty words, but still, all I could think about was what was yet to come. The anticipation was killing me.

Solomon’s dick prodded at my entrance, coating the head in the slickness of my essence. It only took one push before he slid inside. Feeling my pussy expand against him made me gasp. The air seemed to leave my lungs the further he pushed. Solomon is powerful in many ways. His body was a force to reckon with.

“Are you doing well, my dear?” Solomon asked, his eyes lighting up in delight at my squirming form. I let out a muffled reply, slowly absorbing the many sensations. When his full length wrapped around me, Solomon thrust slowly. It was gentle initially, but I knew he was simply resisting the temptations. I squeezed his bicep, encouraging him with a smitten glance.

That was all Solomon needed. His pace became more vigorous and sloppy. The sounds of his cock against my wet pussy was enough to arouse me more and more. Each thrust was a shockwave. I couldn’t keep in the moans the more he delved into me.

“Solomon,” I gasped, the first response I could fathom to say. He leaned forward, gingerly sucking on my nipple while he fucked me senseless. My hips rotated in unison, the tip of his member rubbing the bundle of nerves inside. The tension came back in full force, as well as an overwhelming desire to reach its peak.

“Every gasp, every shiver—my entire life has led up to this moment. Take it all, my dear,” Solomon whispered, saliva trailing between his mouth and my breast. I cried out as he lifted my hips, angling deeper and deeper. I was a mess as I mumbled incoherently, letting the pleasure rush over me. Before I knew it, the tension snapped, and I was riding yet another orgasm to its finish. By now, Solomon had wiped every sane thought from me.

Solomon’s thrusts lessened as he watched me. I grunted with each movement, my senses heightened and out of control. What was a mere moment felt like an eternity. Oxytocin and dopamine incited a primal need to love him—to be with him. I never wanted to part from this intimate moment.

Before I could protest, Solomon retracted his dick from my aching hole. I whined, an emptiness left in his wake. Nothing could prepare me for his departure.

I knew he was still in need of an orgasm. I crawled towards him, taking his wet cock between my hands. It smelled like sex, our scent heavy in the air. With an experimental taste, I pushed it into the damp recesses of my mouth. As I bobbed my head up and down, I adjusted to his girth. Pride welled up inside my chest as my nose touched the base of his dick. My tongue synchronized with my movement, earning a distinctive moan from the sorcerer.

“Ugh, if you keep that up, I’m going to—” Solomon gasped, but it was too late. He thrust inside my mouth. I gargled in protest, my eyes widening as I felt his seed release inside me. My thoughts screamed to retract, but I wanted to appreciate the moment. I wanted Solomon to fill up my throat with everything he had.

I could see his chest heave up and down. His hand caressed my hair as he watched me swallow his cum. It was thick and salty. I loved it, but it wasn’t an easy task. I grasped Solomon’s dick, licking up the rest. His brows furrowed with each touch.

When I was done and satisfied with my efforts, I returned to eye level with him. My smug expression said everything that was on my mind. I felt victorious, another win over the conniving man.

“Why must you look at me like that,” Solomon chuckled, slowly pulling his clothes back on. The illusion from our play had faded, revealing our usual attire. I somehow felt more at ease seeing him like this.

“Maybe I just like looking at you,” I teased, licking my lips. Solomon’s taste wouldn’t leave my lips. It was simply perfection.

“Well, aren’t we fortunate? I happen to enjoy being the object of your gaze,” Solomon said, earning a giggle from me. He reached out a hand towards me. “Let’s get you cleaned up. Do you need some water?”

No matter how many times we spent together, I knew my satisfaction was Solomon’s priority. I felt pampered and loved by the end of the day. That’s all I desired, and I wanted the same for him. We forgot our roleplay long ago, but it will remain in my heart forever. Even though we never reached the story’s denouement, we shattered the true curse. Through trust and our unwavering bond, I finally felt free.

#solomon x reader #obey me shall we date #kinktober 2023 #fanfiction #day two

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Tchaikovsky’s Tantrum

⮌ Summary: 𝘈 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘺 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘹 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘱 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯.

⮌ Genre: Smut

⮌ Word Count: 2k

⮌ Pairing: VictorianEra!Jimin x Fem!Reader

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“My love.” He breathed into your hair, as if nothing else in the world mattered right now. It was you and him, two lovers entangled in the heat of passion. You had been exchanging longing glances before you took the first step and scuttled forward. After sundown, he promised. After sundown, he would be yours. And did he deliver. You knew he wasn’t lying. All those moments, the gazes. It was clear he didn’t think of you as the help. You hated being the mistress in the situation but his wife was just so callous. From the moment he walked through the doors, the horror began.

“You forgot to say goodbye,” or “I will not attend that boorish meeting, it is for hags,” or, “I will not touch what was sitting on the floor. I will need a new bag.” She was at least 8 years younger than him, but she acted like a child. He was only in his mid-thirties, and she, in her late twenties. They did not have a single child despite being married for about four years. It was uncommon to not have heirs which is why you suspected the motive of his infidelity. It was not like you were forced to either, the young Count was handsome, and you felt lucky to even gaze upon his face whenever he passed by. Just a glimpse was enough to get a pool forming between your legs.

You did not understand why his wife refused to carry out her duties as she slept in a separate bedchamber, and did not even once lay with him as long as you and the other maids had known her. Every person in the manor knew she was having many affairs. She kept it secret from him but a part of him also had to have known. You even saw one of the men leaving her room once. And it was NOT her husband.

Your relationship developed with time, as any natural relationship. It started one day when you caught his attention. You were cleaning the table and leaned forward and he looked at you a bit longer than usual. You thought he was absentminded and did not mean anything by the gaze. Yet, your mind wandered, and so did your hands, below your undergarments.

You did enjoy the teasing. Once when you were cleaning the table, he leaned forward and grabbed your hand. His wife was reading a book so she did not pay mind. You looked at him, but you did not make eye contact. You simply…let him rest his hand on yours.

And then, the encounter. You were on your way to the maid’s quarters and about to pass by Lady Park’s room, when you saw the master of the house standing outside her door, his face pale and his blank as he listened to her muffled voice through the door. You knew he had to have heard an exchange she had with a lover, or that he had enough evidence that his wife truly did not feel an ounce of love for him. Then, he looked into your eyes. You saw that behind this Lord, there was a man…a man with emotions beyond what you thought were possible for him. His eyes glistened with tears.

You did not say a word.

The next day he did not approach you. He rather…waited. Then you ran into him again, at a different night, in the same place. He told you things, things that made your heart wretch. He did not have a friend behind these walls, simply people that used him. You did not wish for him to be alone so you kept him company. You started getting to know each other. Sometimes, he would make jabs and lighthearted conversation with you at the breakfast table, other times he would bring you to the foyer with the grand fireplace and tell you stories.

And then one night…he kissed you. You were surprised, in the best way possible. That was when the affair started. Months after getting to know each other. You had made love countless times before but this time was different.

“J-Jimin.” He looked at you as you breathlessly whispered his name.

“Nobody will catch us, my sweet.” Your grip tightened on his arms as he rocked forward, his cock sliding up against your thighs.

“You don’t know what you’re doing to me…” You said.

“Oh but I do. And now the fun begins.” He smirked, getting off you before grabbing the candle from the table and tilting it forward. You let out a small whimper as some of the wax splashed on your skin and dried.

“Ow!” You let out a cry.

“It’s okay, it hurts at first…but it’s fun.” He reassured you, but you were taking deep breaths. What if it was not just wax? What if you were marked?

“I see….the wax dries.” You chipped it off your skin. It was just dry residue.

“So…where would you like it?” He asked, biting his lip as a couple of drops spilled on his own hand. The kinky bastard.

“My chest…” You played with your breasts, squeezing your nipples while you looked at him with the most innocent eyes you could muster, and he looked at you with desire.

“My, my. How pretty you look with wax all over your body. My perfect sculpture.” He dripped the wax over your breasts and they burned. You shut your eyes, knowing the worst part was already over. “You did amazing, honey.” He captured your lips in a quick kiss before helping pick off the wax with his hands.

“My…you’re a man of peculiar tastes, Jimin.” You tutted, but he caught on. You were enthralled with the man of the house, and he in turn, with you.

“Ah, but you still stay familiar with me,” He kissed your hair softly. “Not many women take kindly to having wax poured on them.”

“I try my best not to forget my place.” You sighed, reminding him again of your awful reality.

“My love, you are with me now. Behind the doors, there is no society. No one to tell us what is right from wrong. I do not have a marriage, it is simply a parchment of paper at this point. My heart lies with you, Y/N.”

He was right.

The next day it was ten and three quarters, when Mrs. Park walked into the room, looking to be mad beyond her normal schedule. She looked right at you, but did not say a word. She scoffed and looked at her husband.

“You fucked someone, right?” She was furious. Jimin did not say a word, sighing from all the noise so early in the morning.

“What is it now?” He asked her, tired of his lady’s yelling.

“You can’t just fuck random girls when your main duty is producing an heir for the estate. I should be the only one you fuck now.” She said this all shamelessly in front of you, like she was putting on an act to make you reveal the truth. She was both vulgar and an embarrassment to the Park name. But no servant would dare tell that to her face, no.

“You’re right,” Jimin stood up, clearly annoyed with her behaviour now. “So why have you been fucking random men in your quarters every night? The entire house can hear you, you know?” Jimin said with a slight look of disgust on his face. You noticed how he was quick to also play the victim. He might have appeared faithful to his wife but little did the other servants—or Mrs. Park know. You were the only person that could call him out on his lie.

“So you knew,” She folded her arms. She meant to test him? “Why didn’t you say anything sooner?” It was as if she was more hurt he didn’t find her out than the matter that she was unfaithful to him. These two were definitely not suited for each other.

“Because I have also been having an affair.” Your eyes widened at Jimin’s sudden confession, but you made sure to keep your composure. You were their breakfast maid, so you were the only one of the staff not dismissed.

“You’re such a bad husband,” Mrs. Park stormed off. “Make a baby with that bitch instead, then.” Jimin dismissed her, waving his hand at her as she angrily went to a different part of the house.

“I’m sorry.” He said after a while. He looked sad.

“Don’t be. We both know her words carry little weight.” You misspoke. Jimin flared his nostrils in anger as he banged his hand on the table.

“That is my wife! Her word is just as important as mine, if not more. Her purpose is to manage affairs of the house when I am not in. You have no right to weigh in on our household! You’re a maid.” Everything he stated was a fact, but it still hurt all the same. You did not let it show on your face.

“Right. Sorry, Mr. Park. It won’t happen again.” You bowed and went to the servants’ quarters as you dismissed yourself.

“Wait, Y/N,” He followed after you. “I didn’t mean–Y/N stop!” He grabbed your wrist.

“Or what? You’re gonna fire me? Pray tell, Lord Park, what will you do when the lady finds that I was the one you were fucking while she let some asshole piledrive her last night? It’s not fair! It’s not fair that you aren’t allowed to be your own person.” She sighed, more angered by the situation and Mrs. Park than Jimin himself.

“I know, but she knows now. That means we have to be careful. I don’t want anything happening to you,” He bit his lip as he took your hands in his. “I love you.” It wasn’t the first time he had said those words to you but lately you have been feeling quite out of sorts.

“You say you do, but your actions suggest otherwise. Please, restrain yourself, Lord Park.” You pulled away first, and walked back alone. You felt bad but it felt good to do something for yourself for once. Lord Park was evaded successfully as you requested other tasks and had different maidservants sit in with him for breakfast. His wife had not spoken with him for a whole fortnight, and this had the whole town talking. Breaking the marriage was not possible for them. However, Lady Park had taken to seperating from him almost entirely. It was probably for the best, however Lord Park felt guilty. You knew he blamed himself for her unhappiness.

You couldn’t do anything, though. You were a commoner. Not like that could help.

“My love.” He stopped you, just as you were taking a tray to the kitchen. He was in the hallway, and you felt perplexed.

“What are you doing here?”

“I live here.” He sighed, you knew right away he regretted his actions.

“Jimin, I didn’t want to see you.”

“I know you’re mad at me but please–hear me out.” You decided to stop and set the tray on a side table.

“Before somebody sees us. What did you want to say?” You felt like this needed closure but what best than part ways? His wife knew he had an affair and maybe not all the details but you couldn’t risk being thrown out on the street.

“I know I’ve been an asshole, but…I want you. I want us to continue being together because you keep me happy and grounded.” You parted your lips in a sigh.

“Listen Jimin, you know I have feelings for you too, but you upset me. I’m “just a maid.” You really hurt me.” You explained.

“I know, I’m an idiot. Please, just….stay with me?” You nod.

“Okay, I’ll give you another chance. Just please…don’t let your wife catch on.” You said, holding his hand. You also needed this job, but you loved him. You loved him more than you cared to admit but it was so dangerous.

The next night came when you spent it in a barn, away from the servants or the nobles that may have been around. He made love to you as gently and sweetly as he always had, your saccarine angel. He was the Lord of the mansion, yes, but when you were lovers nothing else mattered.

“J-Jimin….” You moaned as his lips were hot on your neck.

“Y/N…you feel so good.” His voice was deeper, a rasp forming as he thrusted into you.

“Ahhh….” Your voice was light and airy.

“Mmmm.” He moaned as you kissed passionately, and with a few more pumps, he came undone. His hips slammed into yours repetitively. You felt your insides clenching, as he dug his nails into your waist, holding you in place. You needed him, your body arched back as he fucked you with a bit more force, and you took in as much as you could but much of that had been with the intent of stretching you out for him. Your body was burning with the desire of a thousand suns, especially as he stopped moving for a moment to let you readjust. You groaned as he put one of your legs over his shoulder and tried accessing you deeper, which worked.

As he worked you open, you felt your entire body loosen around him. You drooled as he gave you his thumb to suck and focused on fucking you as you deserved. You both needed this.

“Ahhh, ahhh, Jimin….” You moaned his name as he grinned down at you. You knew he meant to fuck you right, but this was better than you expected.

“Fuck…you like that baby?” You nodded, in the heat of the moment sucking his thumb.

“Mmmm, Jimin.” You sighed. You felt a bundle of nerves fluttering as his hand moved down to your thigh and dug in as he pulled you even closer. Your arms went behind his back, as he pulled you so you were sitting upright. You kissed him, expertly sliding your tongue against his, tasting his cherry red lips and sucking his bottom lip, letting go with a “pop.” Jimin was good at fucking, but boy could you kiss the shit out of that man.

“I love you…” He whispered, kissing your neck as you moved your hips. You knew he was close, and so were you. You rode him with a desire to be filled, to have him as yours someday.

“I love you too,” You whispered. “I’m close.” You said, alerting him as he nipped your shoulders and left a few marks. Your breath hitched in your throat as you felt his teeth break the skin. His lips created a suction.

“Me too. Let’s cum together.” He whispered hot into your ear as he looked into your eyes, directly as you maneuvered your hips forward and back until you came undone, your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

“Oh….ohhhhh.” You moaned, as he grinned while kissing you open-mouthedly.

“Mmmmm, Y/N, you’re so tight,” He kissed your neck. “Good lord, you’re gorgeous.” He sighed, feeling sated as he came inside of you, his white hot semen spilling out of you and dribbling down your thighs as he pulled his cock out of your used hole. You kissed once more, before getting under the covers and getting some rest. When morning came, you would probably be getting a new job, or suffering the wrath of his wife, but at least you had his heart. That was what mattered the most now. You squeezed his shoulders as you laid with him. Who cared about what the morning held? What mattered now was the present moment.

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