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joonberriess · 7 months

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𓆩♡𓆪 “you don’t have to admit you wanna play, just let me rock you till the break of day,” – jock!jk

·˚ ༘ 💌 TAGS — simping at its finest, blowjobs, cum-swallowing, degradation, dumbification, jk is mean but also a praise fanatic, oc is a cute puppy who eats it all up, objectification(?) pretty sure bc jk just has unholy thoughts about oc, oc is THEE it girl, dirty talking, messy lil make-outs, thank you kiss on the tip LOL, PET NAME GALORE, oc is a nice lil bimbo everyone loves ❤️ even jk’s friends luv her

Jungkook listened to whatever the hell Jennie was explaining to him, in truth he stopped paying attention like five minutes ago. He sat there like a fried vegetable just zoning out and nodding mindlessly whenever Jennie looked at him and asked if he agreed etc. He didn’t want to be rude to Jennie but any more of this and he’d go insane he fears.

“So for the powerpoint I was thinking we should..” Jennie’s voice slowly fades out as the sound of the front door opening catches Jungkook’s eye/attention. Holy shit he doesn’t believe what he’s witnessing. He doesn’t realize he’s staring hardcore at Jennie’s poor unsuspecting roommate.

He instantly recognizes you as the girl he sees his team/friends go crazy over. You were quite the talk of the campus—cute, slutty, bimbo-like, these were some of the most common things said. If Jungkook had to admit, you were pretty cute and he’s only ever really seen you casually here and there. He finds himself licking his lips slowly and sitting up while clearing his throat.

“Hi Jennie, hi Jennie’s friend.” You sweetly say while waving at Jungkook politely. He gets an eyeful of tits and soft tummy as you pass by.

You’re wearing this soft pink tracksuit and white baby tee crop top which hugs your pretty little tits just nicely. Don’t even get him started about your backside which is enough in itself to bring a tear to his eye. Jungkook doesn’t realize he’s overdoing it with his staring until Jennie clears her throat pretty loudly.

“Ahem.” She glares at him, “As I was saying,” she shoves her laptop in Jungkook’s face.

He doesn’t see more of you because you end up heading down the hall to your room after saying “bye-bye” to both him and Jennie. “What? Why are you looking at me like that?” He grunts in annoyance.

“Not my roommate Jeon, you can go about fucking anything that fucking walks and has a hole between their legs but you leave y/n out of your lechery. Got it?” She hisses, “I can see the gears working in that stupid head of yours, so I’m warning you. Now help me with this powerpoint asshole, I’m not doing all the work.”

Jungkook internally groans—overprotective roommate, greaaat.

Whole time he works on the project his mind is filled with obscene thoughts and nasty little daydreams he comes up with just thinking about you. Jungkook’s had his fair share of hook-ups but none have ever truly made him go this crazy before. He’s fucking FIENDING for it, would be on his damn knees begging for you to crush his head with your soft thighs if he could.

Too bad Jennie said you were off-limits though. Unless..

Much to Jungkook’s dismay he doesn’t see you for the remainder of the time he’s there. He does see you more often around campus though, whether it’s you hopping out of your very pink car or you running about all over campus with a pink drink in your hands. He can’t get enough of you, and it’s fucking obvious to his friends who make fun of him for it.

“y/n, Kook? Really?” Yugyeom snorts, “Only in your fucking dreams will you ever hit that, your little guy down there probably wouldn’t even know what to do with all that ass.” Laughter all around them erupts as Yugyeom smugly smirks, happy with himself.

Jungkook rolls his eyes, “You’re so fucking stupid,” more laughing, “honestly, if anyone has more chances it’s me, you’re all either losers AND she’s never bat an eye at you. I don’t see any action from any of you either, all talk and shit.” He mutters while taking a drag from the blunt they were all passing around.

“Not true! y/n is a nice girl Jungkook.” Jimin snorts, “Watch,” he turns around and looks over the area for you, “hey y/n!” He yells while waving his arms. They all wait patiently for your reaction, low and behold you just end up proving Jimin correct.

You look confused at first until you smile brightly, “Hi,” you wave back while walking over, “what are you guys up to?” You tilt your head, lips pursed in a adorable little pout.

“Smoking.” Yugyeom replies curtly, “Want some?” He holds the blunt out to you.

Jungkook doesn’t know why but that shit irks the fuck out of him, he shoots his friend a glare and fans the smoke out of your direction before it can hit you. You smell like chai mixed with pumpkin, and he definitely does NOT want to ruin your pretty smell.

“No thank you,” you politely reply and then turn to look at Jimin again, “ ‘m a little sad though, because this morning I tried to make waffles but I didn’t know you had to actually pull the lever down and I didn’t get to eat my waffles.” You sigh wistfully, “See?” You hold out the raw and cold waffles wrapped up in a napkin, “And I don’t like it,” you shake your head, “you’re my friend right Jiminie? Can you buy me some waffles from the cafe pretty please?” You whine.

Jimin turns a little red at the nickname and nods, “Here,” he holds out a couple of bills, more than enough.

The other guys scramble for their wallets, “I’m your friend too right y/n?” They say while holding out their own money to you. Jungkook just stands there slack-jawed, he has never seen his own friends this fucking down-bad before. Oh, but they wanted to laugh at him for simping after you? Funny how the tables have turned.

“Reallyyyy?” You breathily giggle while accepting the money, “Thank you!” You kiss Jimin on the cheek before skipping away with literally breakfast, lunch, and dinner money.

“But I’M the fuckin’ simp? Yeah, totally.” Jungkook scoffs while shaking his head.

Jungkook starts making up an excuse to talk to you from then on. He doesn’t have to do much because you do all the talking for him, he just stands there listening to you ramble on and on about something he doesn’t recall asking. He thinks it’s cute when you stop mid-sentence and say in utter confusion, “What was I talking about again?”

If he could, he’d sit there and just listen to you talk all day. He’s surprised how much he likes your ditziness and dumb little brain fart moments, he finds that he doesn’t mind it so much. Like now, he was sitting there propped up against his car in the parking lot listening to you rant about astrology, time-loops, and anime..?

“Yeah?” Jungkook occasionally says while he watches you passionately explain to him what a fucking shinigami was.

“Think about it—politics and death notebooks, they go hand in hand for disaster and doom.” You softly say, completely side-tracking from the original topic, “I wish I had a shinigami though,” you pout while tapping your finger against your chin, “I think Ryuk is pretty cool. Have you seen the anime?”

Jungkook hums, “No, heard of it but haven’t seen it. So like, shinigami’s come with a death note or what?” He asks, ready for another little rant of yours (he doesn’t mind though). His eyes fall down to your pretty camisole you wore today. You were wearing these cute tight jeans that hung low on your hips, he loved the little pink bows you attached to the belt loops.

“Mm-hm,” you nod, “oh! I gotta go before I forget, all my undies shrunk in the dryer and now they’re pretty tight ‘n they fit a little smaller so now I have to buy some more.” You pout, “Bye Jungkookie,” you throw one arm around his neck as you side-hug him, standing on your tippy toes to reach his height as you press a kiss to his cheek, “bye-bye!” You wave and run off.

“Bye..” Jungkook whispers in awe, he smells a hint of your perfume on his shirt and he vows then and there he isn’t going to wash this shirt anytime soon.

The next time that Jungkook sees you it’s when he’s leaving your shared apartment after another project session. He sees you bent over while poking and trying to pull at the gas tank lid, which is obviously sealed shut. He whistles under his breath and walks over, eyes dropping down to your perky ass which is covered in these pretty little shorts which hug both cheeks nice and tight.

“What you doing down there, hm?” Jungkook leans against the car with his arms folded over his chest and an amused smile on his face, “Having fun?”

“Jungkook, hi,” you greet softly while standing up straight, “I was just trying to get this stupid thingy open because Jennie is letting me borrow her car cause mine is in the shop getting the windows tinted,” you pout, “but I don’t know how to open this stupid thing, and I wanna fill her car with gas as a thank you for letting me borrow it. Help meeeee,” you whine tugging at his arm.

“C’mere,” he loosely wraps an arm around your waist and guides you to sit in the driver's seat, “you see this baby?” He squats down so he’s eye-level with you, his free hand rests over your soft thighs while he points with his other, “You just pull this, and wa-la, the gas tank lid pops right open.” He chuckles and squeezes your thigh.

Your eyes brighten, “Reallyyy? How cool, thank you.” You happily throw your arms around his neck and hug him tightly, “no wonder that stupid thing wasn’t opening.” You giggle.

Jungkook takes a deep whiff of your soft coconut smell, he closes his eyes and sighs in pure bliss. This was the dream dammit, he never wanted to leave this spot EVER. “It was no problem really.” He mumbles more to himself while he stares at your pretty tits.

Fuck the friend code (if you can even call Jennie’s threat that), friend code didn’t have a pair of child-bearing hips and a ass shaped like a fucking peach like you did. Who was Jennie to keep all of you to herself so selfishly?

“Jungkook,” you softly say, “ ‘m gonna give you a thank you kiss.”

Jungkook laughs in amusement over how proud of yourself you look right now, he finds himself shaking his head and speaking in a lower pitched tone, “Yeah, where? Right here?” He turns his face to stick his cheek out.

A tiny little giggle escapes your lips as you nod at him, “Mm-hmm, right there.” You lean upwards to kiss his cheek gently, emitting a soft smacking noise as you happily smooch him. “There.” You say more to yourself.

Jungkook’s eyes drop down to your jiggly boobs which are pretty much in his face at this point. Your camisole somehow dips lower as your tits sit perfectly pushed together to accentuate their size. He tells himself not to but his dick seems to say otherwise as it stirs up in the confinements of his boxers. He already knows he’s about to be sporting a hard-on by the end of this interaction so he gives in.

“Want another kiss..” He mumbles while licking his lips, “But not on my cheek..got somethin’ else you can kiss.”

Your eyes follow his line of sight and you come across the very prominent bulge sitting behind his sweats. Your cheeks feel hot from embarrassment as the familiar throbbing sensation forms between your legs. Jungkook sees this when you suddenly begin rubbing your soft thighs together while staring back at him through half-lidded eyes.

“Whaddya say baby,” he lazily grins, “can I get that kiss?”

You stare back at him with those sweet puppy eyes of yours and nod eagerly.

Lips smacking against lips and quiet little moans/noises fill the otherwise dimly lit car (God bless his Mercedes for the interior lighting). You were tucked away on his lap in the backseat of the car, windows foggy and all as your hand slipped from the glass. Jungkook could die a happy man right now with the way he had a handful of ass sitting in the palms of his hands. He gave your soft cheeks appreciative squeezes as he kneaded the flesh roughly—greedily.

His own lips were a bit swollen from the hot make-out session but he didn’t mind, you were one hell of a kisser. One thing he didn’t see coming was how much of a little sex fiend you were, he swears he can’t keep up with how needy and slutty you are. He almost finds it cute how you pout and beg for him to let you have it while simultaneously humping him and refusing to let him part from the kiss.

Jungkook raised his hand and brought it down hard on your ass cheek, relishing in the resounding slap noise and how it recoiled/bounced in place. A slutty little moan escapes your lips as you pull back and pant softly against his lips, “Take ‘em off,” you slur softly, “hate these stupid shorts, gettin’ in my way.” You mumble with a tiny pout.

“Gonna let me see what’s underneath baby?” He looks up through his hooded eyes, grinning when he sees you eagerly nodding back at him, “Yeah? Go on then, slide ‘em off baby, show me what you got on.” He smacks your ass and gropes it harshly, only letting go when you whine at him while unbuttoning your shorts.

He swears under his breath as soon as the button pops open and you slip the zipper down. The hem of your undies comes into view, he sees a tiny bow sitting at the top so innocently and he can’t help but wonder what the rest of your panties are like.. Jungkook reclines back on the seat and parts his legs to make room for you.

You manage to slip your shorts down your thighs slowly with your hips swaying from side to side. Jungkook lets out an audible groan when he sees the cheeky undergarment that was hiding underneath. “Well don’t you look pretty,” he comments while running his hand over your ass, “bet you look prettier under.” He mumbles while licking his lips.

“But what about your kiss?” You pout.

Jungkook smacks your ass wickedly, “Don’t give me that fuckin’ pout. Didn’t know you were that eager to suck my cock, ‘s all you’re good for isn’t it baby? Just a dumb little thing who needs her mouth filled huh?” He grins when he hears you moan, “You gonna be a good little cock sleeve for me?”

“The best,” you happily slur, “ ‘m gonna swallow every last drop, promise.”

He finds it endearing when you hold your pinky out to him, and not wanting to be mean he hooks his pinky with yours, “Good girl.” He brings you in for a gentle little smooch, “Gonna ruin that pretty face of yours baby,” he whispers in-between kisses, “get on your knees for me.”

Jungkook finds that he likes how submissive and responsive you are to him, makes it a hundred times sexier in his opinion. You sink to your knees in front of him without missing a beat, you have your hands set over his knees as you sit there waiting with puppy eyes. “Go ahead baby, ‘s all yours.” He chuckles.

You eagerly paw at his sweats and with his help pull them down alongside his boxers until his fat cock is springing out and slapping against his lower abdomen. Your mouth waters when your eyes land on his perfectly sculpted cock, now you wanna feel it inside of you more than ever. His cock lays against his stomach, flush at the tip with prominent veins on the underside of his shaft.

“ ‘s mine…?” You whisper breathily while pursing yours lips, “ ‘s so pretty..” You’re talking more to yourself as you grab ahold of his throbbing cock and bring the mushroomy tip to your lips. Your tongue pokes out as you swirl it over the head, moaning softly at the tangy taste.

Jungkook bites down on his lip as he watches with hooded eyes, he can’t believe his wet dreams are coming true. Did he save an entire country in his past life? Made sense with how lucky he was right now. He brings his tattooed hand over the back of your head as he simply rests it there, letting you explore his dick like if it was a lollipop or some shit.

Your lips wrap around the head as you make these sloppy little sucking noises. Trickles of saliva begin to trickle down his cock, you use it as lube to stroke his girthy shaft—twisting and turning your hand around it while you noisily swallow around the tip. Jungkook’s lips part with breathy sighs escaping him, he relaxes into the seat and leans his head back with his eyes slipped shut.

You’re working wonders on his cock right now with the way you’re slowly taking more and more of him into your mouth. “Like that,” he whispers more to himself as he moans out again when you dip your tongue into the sensitive slit of his tip. Your strokes become slower but much more intense with the pressure you start applying. It’s getting a lot harder now to control himself from bucking his hips or something.

“Shit, don’t tease me baby,” he groans, “been thinking about your pretty little lips wrapped around my cock for weeks now. Knew you’d look pretty with a mouth full of cock.” Jungkook opens his eyes again to admire the view. “Open up for me baby,” he reaches down to thumb at your lower lip, “there you go—like that.” He grins.

He feeds you more of his cock watching as you eagerly take more and more until the tip hits the back of your throat. It sends you into a small gagging fit but the vibrations and pressure of your throat closing around him definitely sends zaps of hot pleasure down in his groin and lower belly. “Shit.” He groans loudly.

You whine around his cock and pull away to catch your breath, his cock slips from your mouth with a string of saliva connecting your lips to his cock. Jungkook hisses quietly under his breath and reaches down to stroke his slicked up cock, “Messy little thing you are.”

“Off, off, ‘s my turn.” You huff cutely before swallowing his cock in one go now that you’re a bit more prepared.

It takes Jungkook by surprise as he groans loudly and throws his head back. You begin working wonders with that sinful tongue of yours, pairing it with some mean ass sucks. He lets his hand slip from the back of your head to the nape of your neck, just holding you there as he lets you do your thing. You begin bobbing your head slowly while noisily swallowing around his cock.

“Fucking hell y/n,” he whispers slack-jawed, you’re a damn menace. How the hell is he supposed to last? “You just needed something to fill that needy hole of yours didn’t you?” He pants softly, “Knew the moment I saw you that you were made for my cock baby. If only you could see yourself now.” He licks his lips and gives your neck a small gentle squeeze between his fingers.

You slurp up all the slick you leave behind on his cock, your hand sits at the base just idly gripping him while your mouth does all the work. You pull all the way up until the tip sits in your mouth before you swoop back down to take all of him in. He repeatedly hits the back of your throat but you do a much better job at controlling your gag reflex this time around. Your sloppy pace definitely has Jungkook moaning and grunting under his breath.

“Gonna cum,” he sighs, “keep going—like that.” He whispers as a full body shudder falls over him.

You eagerly pull off his cock and begin stroking him at a frantic pace. You watch with glee as his cock begins to throb in your hold, but you don’t let it deter you one bit. You’re eager to see him cum, you want it all in your mouth. “Like this?” You say this while squeezing around the tip and flicking your thumb over it.

Jungkook gasps softly, “Fuck..!” He hisses.

You smile deviously and bring the tip over your lips, “Or like this?” You whisper, blowing softly over his sensitive head before you take him back into your mouth.

Jungkook lets out a mantra of “fucks” and “yes’s” as he reaches down to grip his cock, his hand covers your own as he begins moving your hand up and down on his cock. You suckle at the head and watch as he comes undone. “Oh fuckkk..” He whispers as his cock throbs, cum shooting down your throat as you swallow around him greedily.

He slumps in the seat and pants quietly while watching you clean his dick with your sinful little tongue. He doesn’t think he’s ever cum that hard in his entire life before. He saw the pearly white gates of heaven just now.. “A-Ah shit, no more baby, ‘s sensitive.” He chuckles breathily when you try to suck on his (slowly softening) cock.

You pull back with a cheerful smile on your face, the corner of your mouth has drool and a bit of cum but you don’t seem to mind, “ ‘s so pretty.” You coo like his dick is the most amazing thing ever, he watches you lean over to press a tiny little kiss to the sensitive head.

Are you even real??

“C’mere,” he pats his lap, “I saw the way you were humping your own hand like a bitch in heat the entire time you had my cock in your mouth.” He says as he hauls you up, “You also deserve a nice little thank you, don’t you baby?” He grins while stroking his hands over your soft cheeks.

You nod eagerly, “Mm-hm,” you wrap your arms around his neck and tug him closer, “do you wanna come upstairs after this? I wanna introduce you to my bunny Luna! Oh, and we can watch some anime together because I think it’s lame you haven’t seen Sailor Moon OR Death Note.” You huff in disbelief.

Little did Jungkook know that by saying yes to all that he’d end up staying for wayyyyy longer than he initially planned. You becoming (a important) part of his life was a bonus. <3

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drchucktingle · 24 days

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wait now i am curious! out of the following places where would you have a casual meal with a fan? dairy queen, mcdonalds, burger king, wendys, arbys, jacks, jack in the box, hardees, carl jrs, or subway? (note hardees/carl jrs are same thing but different sides of the US. jacks and jack in the box are different, but also limited by being eastern or western us)

honestly i am not a hardcore ANTI FAST FOOD buckaroo or anything, buds can eat what they want, but none of these. mostly because they do not have nearly enough vegetarian options at any of these restaurants. some are finally trotting out impossible or beyond burgers but thats still not a lot of work with.

also they all serve food that is a little too messy for the mask

in perfect world i would say, for DINNER WITH A FAN, i would probably trot to sushi with good vegetarian options (there are very good vegan sushi places in city of devils that chuck trots to). and rolls that are small enough to get a LITTLE soy sauce and wasabee goin and then i can pop that in my mouth without making too much of a mess.

#buckaroo lifestyle

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fabulouslygaybean · 2 years

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GOD. ALSO IM FRUSTRATED ABOUT THE WHOLE SUBTEXT-BUT-NOT-SUBTEXT THING THEY'VE GOT GOING ON WITH WILL AND MIKE.

#dont rb #no like. look. i don't rlly hardcore ship anything anymore. im super casual abt it and i just do whatever i think is fun at that moment.#but like... what they've got going on with the two of them is frustrating at best.#im definitely not against like.. the dynamic i guess? it makes enough sense. a boy is in love with his presumably Very Straight childhood -#- best friend who also has a girlfriend. he doesn't know what to do but in the end he just doesn't wanna lose his best friend.#ive been there. that's not the problem.#my main complaint is just that like. they can't seem to decide what they wanna do with that whole thing.#they act like its Super Secret Subtext and that its just up for interpretation when it's really truly not.#the scene where he's talking about all the things el must love about him? its SO damn clear that he's talking about his own feelings too #he made a whole damn painting with mike as a focus. he's spilling out his heart in a way that hopefully won't be noticed.#mike doesn't of course because he's a presumably very straight teenager and he's too busy thinking about his gf to notice #mike feels reassured and goes back to focusing on other things while will ends up hiding his face from him and crying #jonathan notices and has a very knowing expression before he goes back to focusing on the road #even if you ignore the super mega obvious scene it's prevalent throughout the whole season #will wants to support his now adopted sister el and her boyfriend mike and he tries to keep it friendly but its difficult #mike ignores him for most of the summer bc he's your standard straight boy teen and is uber obsessed with his gf #he never calls and he ignores will when he asks if he can show him a painting he did and he ignores his worries and advice #its so damn obvious. will is trying to keep up a friendship bc he knows he'll probably never get to be with him but he still cares about -#- him dearly bc they've always been friends and at the very least he doesn't wanna lose that #ive been there!! ive been in that scenario so many damn times!! that's a common queer experience!!!#but the showrunners are always like. Oh But It's All Up For Interpretation ;) Will Is Just A Good Buddy To His Friendly Friend ;)))#also to clarify: i know what the actor himself has said about all of it. im not gonna go after the insta post he made when he was like 12.#he himself has talked about it not mattering in more recent stuff too and that's fine. i rlly have no qualms with him over this.#im mostly just frustrated with like.. the duffer brothers and maybe some of the writers. y'know?#it's just poorly executed. ignoring the elephant in the room ain't a good look. it's not the end of the world but it ain't great either.

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adxele · 3 months

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some drabbles (ft. isagi,bachira and rin)

a/n: im so sorry for not posting anything lately🙏🙏🙏 here, take this post and hope you enjoy this...somehow😭😭

ISAGI

Y/N: Hey, you wanna see something beautiful??

Isagi: Sure!

Y/N: *holds up a mirror facing Isagi*

Isagi: *blushes with widened eyes*

Isagi: *whispering* I wish you would stop sometimes...

Y/N, casually: Only when you stop being so irresistibly adorable.

Isagi: *blushes harder*

Y/N: I feel like a bird nested in my hair..

Isagi: Not true, you look beautiful.

Y/N: *Blushes* Thanks..

Isagi: Your face is A+

Y/N: *blushes harder while avoiding eye contact*

Isagi: Your thighs-

Y/N: *Red as strawberry* Alright that's enough! I'll fight you!

Isagi: And you'd look fabulous doing it

Y/N: You're cute.

Isagi: No I'm not...

Y/N: Yes you are. You're adorable.

Isagi: I'm taller than you and I'm a football player with abs. I'm not cute.

Y/N: Well, am I cute?

Isagi: Yes. You're the cutest person ever.

Y/N: How so?

Isagi: Because you're just so small & lovable & so endearing to me & you make me so happy & I just want to care for you & make you feel as happy as you make me. You mean so much to me & I love looking at your face because it's the cutest face I've ever seen, because it's the face of the one I love.

Y/N: Well, you're not small, but I could say the same right to you.

Isagi: You think I'm endearing?

Y/N: I think you're adorable.

Isagi: Okay babe, fine, you win, only you can call me cute though.

Y/N: *winking* Okay cutie!

Isagi: *sighs*

Isagi: I'm so happy you called me this morning.

Y/N: Why?? I was crying. That's ugly,

Isagi: Because it just shows how comfortable you are with me

and how you called me instead of anyone else or instead of

just being alone. I love you.

Y/N: Stop it, it was ugly.. I love you too.

Isagi: No baby it was beautiful. We have different definitions of beautiful. You're my only definition of beautiful.

Y/N: ISAGI HELP ME

Isagi: How?

Y/N: IM INJURED. IT HURTS

Isagi: ?!?

Y/N: I FELL

Y/N: *leaning on countertop*

fell in love with you. Hey bby wassup.

Isagi: Omg Y/N, You scared the crap out of me.

Y/N: I'm so sorry. I promise to never do that again. At least I know that you care about me.

RIN

Y/N: Are you.. blushing?

Rin: What, no.

Y/N: Did I get the ever-stoic, hardcore, total emo Rin Itoshi to blush?

Rin: No... It's. It's the cold.

Y/N: Huh. It's the cold. And not that I told you "your face is freaking adorable and I bet the rest of you is too?"

Rin: *blushing harder,voice cracks* N-no.

Y/N: What are you...doing?

Rin: *Squiggling in Y/N's arms* Hiding.

Y/N: ...Do you mean hugging?

Rin: *Pauses* Did I stutter.

Rin: This is my safe place.

Rin: Now shut up and put your arms around me before I change my mind.

Y/N: Truth or dare?

Rin: *Sighing* Truth.

Y/N: Do you want to kiss me?

Rin: Dare.

Y/N: *leans in with smug smile* I dare you to kiss me.

Rin: Never have I ever-

Y/N: THATS NOT THE GAME!

BACHIRA

Y/N: Shit, I cut my finger...

Bachira: *Runs to Y/N* Wheee oooo wheee oooo wheee oooo!

Y/N: *confused* Huh?

Bachira: *Stops and puts a bandage to Y/N's finger*

Bachira: *Runs again* Wheee oooo wheee oooo wheee oooo!

Y/N: ....

Bachira: *in bed turns over* Hey Y/N, you awake?

Y/N: No

Bachira: Come on, this is important!

Y/N: *Tiredly sighing* Fine,what?

Bachira: *kissing Y/N*

Bachira: I love you~!

Y/N: Lucky me.. Now go to sleep.

Y/N: *taking a nap on their couch*

Bachira: *Slammed the front door open* Y/N!!!!

Y/N: *grumply* whaat....

Bachira: I CAUGHT A BIRD!!! *Muffled chirping sounds*

Y/N: *Sleepily* That's cool Meguru...

Y/N:

Y/N: *Sitting up immediately* WAIT WHAT?! OH MY GOD!

*Grown-up Y/N and Bachira*

Bachira: Man that party was fire!

Y/N: ...You were drunk. Completely out of your mind I will add.

Bachira: Huuh?? I wasn't drunk!

Y/N: Bachi! You were cutting pineapples yelling "SPONGE BOB I KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE!".

Bachira: Oh

Y/N:

Bachira: Did anyone recorded that though?

*In a dark room*

Y/N: It's pretty dark here, I'm scared..

Bachira: *putting his hand on Y/N's shoulder* Don't worry bae, I got this.

*Stomps foot*

Bachira: *Sketchers light up* Ta-daa!

#blue lock #blue lock x reader #isagi yoichi #blue lock x yn #bachira meguru #itoshi rin #drabble #bluelock x you #can you smell the favoritism

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angel-of-the-moons · 7 months

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Can you do a fic where Hobie and reader are really good friends and she's just horny af at the moment so she asks him if he has a friend that'll fuck her with no strings attached cause she don't want a relationship. Hobie ends up doing her.

Oooooooh! I actually have never written something like this before!

No Strings Attached

(Like literally also listened to the song by *NSYNC while writing this don't judge me pls I still like boy bands :'>)

Hobie x Fem!Friend Reader

Because I'm tired of repeating myself: HOBIE IS AGED UP IN THIS FIC

TW/CW: NSFW, Smut, Sex, PIV sex, condom usage, safe sex (wrap before you tap!), friends, FWB(?), marijuana/weed smoking, some booze is involved, hook-ups, nipple piercings, nipple play, sensitive nipples, Bratty(?)Reader

MINORS DNI I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR CONTENT YOU CONSUME

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It was a typical Saturday night, you were chilling in your flat with Hobie, shooting the shit, watching some stupid program on the telly, drinking some foul-tasting beer and passing joints back and forth between the two of you.

There was an uncomfortable silence that annoyed the fuck out of you.

So you decided to break it.

"Hey, Hobes?" You coughed slightly, passing the rapidly shrinking smokeable to your friend.

"Yea?" He asked as he took the last drag as deep as he could, letting the smoke out through his nose with a soft sigh.

You leaned down and got your grinder and papers, beginning to prep another joint to be inhaled by the two of you; Hobie taking another swing of his beer as he watched you and waited for you to finish your thought.

The sickly almost sweet scent of pot wafted the air around you like a foul incense; but you two were hardcore potheads so the smell was more comforting to you than anything.

"I really need to get laid." You sighed boredly, and look at him as you blindly roll the paper between your fingers, bringing it to your mouth to lick it before giving that final twist.

"Fuckin what--" Hobie choked on his beer, setting it on the coffee table as he looked at you, his pierced brows raising just to check if he heard you right.

"Look, it's been a while and a vibrator can only do so much before it gets boring. And forget shit like Bumble, can't trust freaks on the web." You snort, rolling your shoulders before you look back over at him.

His jaw was hanging open slightly.

"You got any friends that'd be willing to hook up? Not looking for a whole thing... just a one time or even just like... fuckin' booty calls at this point." You finish.

"Uh..." Hobie settled back on the sofa and looked at you, his mind drawing a blank. Both for available friends he knew you could trust and words to finish a thought.

"It's alright if you don't, I just figured it'd be faster to ask you." You smirk at him like it was the most casual request in the world.

You let Hobie drop his head back as he looked at the ceiling, seemingly lost in thought; lighting the joint and taking the first hit.

Interesting. Not often you were able to render Hobie Brown speechless. Not since he walked in on you walking around in nothing but your panties that one time because he didn't fucking knock on your front door before letting himself in--

"Shit." He mumbled. "Hell... I'd do it, 'f ya comfortable."

You almost drop the joint onto the sofa.

"Wait, what--"

"You got rocks in ya ears?" He grinned, suddenly regaining his momentum.

"I said I'd be willing to fuck you if that's what ya want. Hell, it's been a while for me, too."

He leans forward and takes the joint, pulling it between his lips before leaning back comfortably, taking another nice deep drag as he breathed it out in a cloud.

You blink dumbly.

"Oh."

"Is that an I'm not interested "oh" or a Shit, really? "Oh"?" He smirked, coughing a bit.

You chew your cheek in thought. You didn't trust anybody more than Hobie, you'd been friends for years. You had so much dirt on each other you could probably pin murders on either one of you (metaphorically).

"This doesn't have to be anything more than sex." You tell him.

"I know." He replies.

"This isn't some kind of declaration of love--"

"Noted."

"I still want to be friends."

"Good, cause s' do I."

You fall into a silence again, before looking back at him.

Hobie had his head tilted expectantly at you, waiting patiently for your decision, not wanting to make a move without your go-ahead.

"Ah, fuck it." You say, turning so you can crawl over him, straddling his lap, splaying your hands over his chest before pushing him down into the cushions.

"This is just a... casual thing. Nothing else has to come of it. We can still go back to just bullshitting like we always do."

"Already said that, luv. Read ya loud 'n clear. So's that mean you're in?" Hobie smirked, his large hands quickly grabbing and kneading your ass through your pyjama shorts.

You finally grin back down at him, gripping your t-shirt and swiftly pulling it over your head, the chilly air of your flat sending goosebumps up your spine as your nipples hardened.

"Hey hey hey!" Hobie said, sitting up so his face was right at your breasts, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he looked at them.

Hanging from your cute, perked nipples were two stainless steel bars with little chains and a small metal flower hanging from them.

He was immediately transfixed.

"When did ya get these?"

"I got them like, six months ago when--"

Your voice dies in your throat when his mouth latches onto one of them, pulling the chain between his teeth, tugging it with his tongue as he pinches the flesh with his teeth.

"Shit!" You gasp, being caught off guard.

You always had sensitive nipples, and deciding on going with piercing them had not been easy. The artist at the shop however loved it, she kept bringing up previous clients who were the same.

Since you had those bars put in? It made everything feel worse. That's secretly why you liked the chains. The way they gently tugged on the fabric of your shirts or bras always had your head a little fuzzy in the best way.

And Hobie? Right now, Hobie was downright abusing your nipples, his tongue and teeth tugging, rolling, flicking and nipping at them; taking great care to make sure the chain didn't get snagged on his own piercings, both tongue and lip.

You already felt a heavy pool of arousal start to drip straight from your core, and when Hobie turned his mouth to the other neglected breast and toyed with the chain between his fingers on the one he left, your hips bucked against him of their own accord, the friction from the growing his jeans sending searing jolts right through your shorts, panties, and straight to your clit.

"Fuck..."

Hobie's hands were both occupied now, one hand gripping and squeezing the tit he was biting and sucking now, the other toying with the piercing on your other nipple.

One of your hands gripped at your hair and the other held onto the back of the sofa as Hobie continued to abuse the sensitive flesh, and you whimpered when you felt a wave building up already just from the stimulation he was applying there, alone.

"Fuck." Hobie growled into your tit, the vibrations from his voice making your breath hitch. "You're fuckin' soakin' through."

"C-can't help it--" You panted, urging him on with a roll of your crotch onto the bulge in his jeans.

"You gonna cum like this, eh?" He grinned, looking up at you with your nipple between his teeth, his fingers snaking down to press the soaked fabric of your shorts and panties into your aching sex.

The sight alone has your pussy drooling lasciviously.

You manage a breathless nod and he moves his mouth back to the other nipple, tugging the chain he just abandoned with his fingers.

"Then fuckin' do it. Don't jus' grind in 'ta me, luv."

Hobie presses hard, your swollen clit craving the friction he was promising as he strokes it through the offending garments with his hand.

You make a mewling nose as you buck into him, his mouth latching on and sucking your nipple, as if he enjoyed the metallic taste of your piercing on his tongue as he pinched and tugged forcefully, drawing your orgasm out sharper and faster than any previous sexual partners had from you.

"Hoo-oollly shiii-iit!" You moan into the smoke-heavy air.

Hobie grins and bites down a little harder this time, and that sends you careening over that edge, your mouth opened in a weak groan as you cum, gushing through your clothing and onto his hand, the excess dripping onto his jeans.

Hobie continues to stroke you, helping prolong your orgasm as you dumbly hump into his hand.

He pulls away to allow you to breathe, bringing his wet fingers up to his mouth and slides them in, his tongue laving around each digit as he sucks them clean.

"Not bad. Sweet. You must be drinkin' that pineapple juice again, eh?" He grins up at you.

You smirk down at him and shake your head.

"Fuckin' git." You chuckle.

Hobie grunts and grabs you by the thighs, practically knocking you onto your back, narrowly missing the arm of the sofa as he lifts and pins you down, all but ripping your shorts and panties off.

He looks like the cat about to eat the canary.

And you're the canary.

"You gonna sit there or do something?" You challenge.

Hobie laughs at you and leans in, the promise of a kiss barely there on his lips, before he pulls back, unzipping his fly and tugging his aching cock free.

"Uh, hey Hobes--"

"Yeah, I know. I got one or two." He waves you off, reaching for his old beat up leather wallet (that was honestly more duct tape than wallet at this point) and tugged out two gold-foil packages from between some notes.

He tears them apart and tosses the spare onto the table with his wallet and rips the other open with his teeth.

Hobie rolls the latex down his length, the rubber promising a good time with the ridges and bumps along the length of it.

You grin and bite your lip. This was promising to be a great night. You wonder why you haven't asked him to do this sooner.

Before you have a second to realize what's happening, Hobie deftly picks you up again and spins you around, so your back was pressed against his chest as he spread your legs over his thighs, your pussy bare and exposed as he reaches down and spreads your lips with his fingers, toying with the delicate, weeping flesh, there, avoiding your puffy clit entirely.

"Jus--fuck--Hobie!" You squirm, gripping his forearms with your hands with an impatient whine.

"Ay, you're the one bein' a brat, luv. Brats don't get rewarded for bad behavior." He hummed, continuing to play with you like he had not a care in the world, teasing your hole, gliding back up again--but still avoiding your clit.

"N-now you sound like those fuckin' assholes in charge!" You grunt, impatiently trying to arch into his touch to get the friction you crave so badly.

Oh, you shouldn't have said that.

"Oh, am I now?" Hobie hummed innocently, his mouth at your shoulder.

You could feel the bastard smirk as he pulled his hands away from your slick and aching cunt, making you whine in protest.

You were quickly silenced when one of his hands smooths between your shoulders and forces you forward a bit, his other hand guiding your hips where he wanted it as he lined his cock up.

"Y-yeah you f--ffffuuuuuck!" Your voice raises in pitch when he slams you down on his dick, splitting you open in the most delicious way possible.

He groans at how tight you are, feeling your velvety walls squeeze and flutter around him through the condom.

"Oh, fuck, luv. Goddamn." He hisses through gritted teeth.

When you tried to straighten back up again, his hand goes back to in-between your shoulder blades, forcing your upper body forward again, his other hand kneading your ass and spreading your cheeks as he started ruthlessly snapping his hips up into yours, sucking his bottom lip between his teeth as he watched his latex-wrapped cock get swallowed by your greedy cunt again and again, already leaving a nice, creamy little ring towards the base of the condom.

Fuck. This was hot. One minute you two were hanging out, chilling, and now you're pitched over as Hobie just ruts into you like a horny animal.

"Fuck!" Hobie grunted, pulling you back against him, one of his hands snakes around you to tug on one of your nipple piercings, making you moan pathetically.

"Don' make me do all the work, luv. Help me out." He pants in your ear.

The only sounds you can let out are breathy little "ah's" and "fuck's" with each grind of his hips.

Your arms have to stretch to grip at something, anything to give you a bit of leverage as you just keep bouncing on his cock with everything you have, the ridges and bumps of the condom combined with his calculated thrusts hit every single spot inside of you; his hand fondling your piercings sending fresh sparks down your spine, driving your second orgasm closer and closer to crest.

"Fuckin'... damn. Look at you go." Hobie chuckles heavily in your ear, sweat beading and dripping down his brow.

"Taking me so nice... Bouncing on my dick a good girl." He hisses when he feels you tighten up around him.

"Shit, you're so fuckin' greedy--" He growls, fucking up into you with more force, your tits bouncing so much now that one more tug of your piercings send you over the edge, your vision blurring slightly as you cum around Hobie's cock, still pummeling your cunt with purpose.

Your pace slows a bit as you whimper and whine, and that isn't enough for Hobie.

He forces you back over again, gripping your hips in his hands as yours grip the coffee table in front of you for stability.

"Not... fuckin'... done yet!" He grunts, his hips completely lifting off the cushions with each roll and thrust as he chases his own orgasm, the squeezing muscles of your pussy choking the air out of his lungs as he feels his balls draw taut.

He grits his teeth tightly, his abs flexing with effort as he fucks into you, his cum spurting and filling the condom as he huffs and groans, riding his orgasm out like you were some sex toy.

He pulls you against him, his cock still inside you, twitching as you both breathe heavily, your head leaning back against his shoulder.

"Fuck... god." You groan with satisfaction.

"Yeah, you just did." Hobie grins like the cheeky shit that he is.

"Fuckin' git." You laugh, smacking him with the back of your hand softly; his hand catching yours as his thumb caresses your knuckles.

"Wanna go for round two?" You snicker.

"Well, we got one condom left." He tilts his head.

"What are friends for, right?"

#answered #hobie brown x you #hobie brown x reader #hobie x reader #hobie x you #atsv hobie #hobie spiderverse #hobie brown #spiderverse smut

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fhrlclln · 11 months

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Hello! I read your angsty Miguel fic and I need more immediatelyyyyy

Basically I’ve been seeing some tiktoks pointing out that when Miguel talks about the Peter from Miles universe, he sounds very emotional. Like heartbroken emotional. Some ppl theorize “hey what if they knew each other and that’s why Miguel is even more pissed?” My head ran with it and what if it was spider!fem! reader who was the Spider-Man on Miles’ universe who died?

Miguel and reader were hardcore pining for each other but he never made a move cuz he was terrified of anything happening and still had his heart closed off. Only to get hit with the intense feelings of grief and anger when the news arrives that she’s dead and only serves as a motivator to stop Miles

miguel o’hara x spider!fem! reader

OOOH THIS IS AN INTERESTING APPROACH ON THAT. and also, 🤌 angst 🤌, we are on an angst train now HEHE.

on that note, i’m changing the lore a bit again, since in my understanding the first time miguel leaped through the multiverse is after the events of into the spiderverseee. i find it so cute that what if miguel would actually just observe in a dimension and hang around a bit before the main events will transpire. T_T

anways enjoy, anon babes!! i had fun researching and writing this. <3

angst under the cut

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when miguel first leaped into the spider-verse, it was way before when miles was bitten by the spider. the multiverse to him at that time, was a working experiment for him; and still had room for improvement as he created a prototype of the dimensional time watch for the big dimension leap he was studying with lyla. sure, it made him able to leap into certain dimensions, though only for a short amount of time since the prototype still had the faulty feature of preventing his molecules from destabilizing. lyla told him it was dangerous to stay so long in a separate dimension, since they still had to study the part to prevent that faulty feature. overall, this minimal dimension leaps were just a trial for both. sort of a observation trial. yet…

he just hadn’t expected to meet you so early in his life.

earth-1610B, in calculations, he wasn’t expecting much from this variant dimension, it was already normal as he can tell. typical setting and typical story that runs along from previous spider dimensions he leaped into. miguel only chastised himself to explore the dimension for at least an hour or so, knowing the longer he stays, he might disappear from existence and he wasn’t going to risk that. lyla would beat his ass if they don’t complete the watch. in his observation though, he found it comforting to be hanging around a different location than in the futuristic nueva york. it was more… comforting he thinks.

cars honked, the sound of new yorkers chatting along talking about everything, the lights at night was an absolute scene to behold when he sits atop of the empire state building; a little hard to climb up there but he managed to climb without recking the building with his claws. everything was an interesting sight to look at, even watching the neighborhood’s own spider-woman fight sometimes.

you were interesting and perfect, as miguel deemed. everyone loved you, always fighting hard and though you sometimes get beaten down, there was always this sheer determination for you to stand up. which was something he admired even though he won’t admit it. and you’re pretty. too pretty in fact when he got a glimpse of your face at some point. tonight however, he might have fucked up big time the rules he set himself to not fiddle with any dimension he had visited. talk to their spider-people.

he was unmasked and dressed in casual clothing with a hat on, blending with the crowd. miguel enjoyed a stroll along times square, holding a classic new york hotdog in his hand as he takes a bite out of it. he took the time to observe times square, completely not noticing you silently speed-walking by as you collided with him on accident, both your attentions caught by the sudden disturbance.

“ay, watch where—“

“i’m sorry!” you squeak, alarmed at his harsh tone as you frantically glanced up, eyes wide staring at him. his eyes widened as well hearing your voice, your pretty face staring at him as you apologize profusely for not looking as miguel told himself he was screwed right there and now.

“god, sorry! you have mustard on your t-shirt, shit, shit, shit—“ you frowned seeing the stain as miguel glanced down to it, cheeks blooming hot. was he embarrassed? he wanted to roll his eyes and tell you it was fine but you just had to wipe it with your own handkerchief before he could say anything.

“glad you’re wearing black. mustard stains are pretty fucking hard to wash out. learned it from personal experience with a white tee.” you babbled, smiling at it as miguel silently lets you wipe it off, admiring how serious you are to getting the mustard off, that look of determination.

“and there! done!” you smiled again, setting his heart racing, he was quiet for a moment until you just started talking again, embarrassed this time. “sorry if—“

“no, it’s fine. thanks.” he cuts you off, a smug smile tugging on his lips as you shied away from his gaze. the spider-woman shy before him? unbelievable, it was cute to think that without your mask you’d be this cute thing. he gulps as you nodded, he was expecting you to leave but you just started something about you rarely bumping into people these days awkwardly. miguel listens of course, actually only a little as he was too focused on staring at every feature of your face, dumbly nodding along silently until you introduced yourself with your star smile.

“i’m y/n by the way.” you shyly offer your hand for a simple handshake as he accepts it, saying his own in greeting.

“miguel.”

“nice to meet you, miguel.”

it was bliss that he had met you before. though he remained distant, putting this silent wall between the two of you as he knows that quiet thump in his heart is threatening him somehow. but who wouldn’t like you? you’re beautiful and you have that kind laughter he’d like to hear every time he would visit or the fact that he’d soften when you smile at him, making him feel content. sure, he was presenting himself as dodgy and mysterious knowing you would ask him about certain things of his personal life as you two got to know each other more and he’d discretely dodge some. it was a frequent thing for the two of you to only meet by times square, sort of a unknown thought between the both of you for it to be deemed a meet-up place. he enjoyed every single time you’d greet him, though he remained closed-off a bit, trying not to get too attached yet sometimes he’d wished for more with you as the longer you two spend time with each other. but he knew better than to pursue what his mind was telling him again and again.

was it dangerous? yes. did he care? maybe so. but that wouldn’t stop him from always picking your dimension every time he’d ‘test’ the watch again.

and now he wishes you didn’t bump into him that day as he chases miles up the speed train heading to the moon.

“you’re a mistake!” miguel yells as he slams miles on the train, the poor boy yelped at his rough handling as miguel pinned him down. the sudden wave of sadness taking over as he remembers you. your smile, your awkward jokes, your laughter, your eyes… everything.

“if you hadn’t been bit, your spider-woman would’ve lived!” he shouts, anger rushing through his veins, his brows furrowed as miles struggled in his grasp. the teenage boy’s face flashed a wave of sadness remembering you. miguel can feel the tears threatening to well in his eyes yet only anger and frustration were present as he blamed everything on miles now.

“instead she died, saving you.” his tone faltered a bit despite the harshness he puts on. his heart clenched, memories flooding in, grief striking his heart again. the hollowness had been there since you died and hollowed further when his daughter had as well, crumpling his once self. the mere time you two had together was cut short and he blamed it on miles dumbly. his own emotions blinding him to put the blame on the poor boy who’s just trying to save his dad now.

“she would’ve stopped the collider before it would have ever been off. spot wouldn’t exist and none of this wouldn’t have happened.” he punctuates every single word, holding himself back as miles tried to wiggle out of his grasp again, only for him to slam him down again for the boy to listen to him. he ignores the yells from peter and gwen pleading for him to let miles go yet he pesters further, determined to let it all out.

“and she—“ he tries to find the words for you, remembering every single detail and every conversation you had with him. his mind flashing memories of that glint in your eyes when you passionately tell him about something you liked and how you would get this look of awe when he says or asks something about it. how kind and caring you are to him even though you barely knew each other before. remembering the time when he observed from afar as you swung around the neighborhood, bringing smiles on every person’s face, bringing it to him as well. and he regretted so much for not ever telling you about how you made him smile. miles’ eyes widened seeing this new look of vulnerability on miguel’s face as he stops struggling for a moment in surprise. miguel blinks, shaking his head as all came weighing down. you, his daughter, everyone, the multiverse as his own voice cracks despite the searing anger laced within it.

“she was everything.“

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#miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara #spiderman 2099 x reader #spiderman 2099 #miguel o’hara angst #miguel o’hara imagine #oscar isaac #across the spider verse spoilers #across the spiderverse #fnhrlcllnwrites #eri’s request box 📦 ｡･:*˚:✧｡

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xhdream · 5 months

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caught red handed (18+)

pairings: non idol!gunil x fem!reader

genre: explicit smut, minors dni!

summary: you’re paired up with the nerdy, introverted guy from your class for a group project, only to find out you may have more in common with him than you thought

contains: nerdy loser gunil, dom!reader but nothing hardcore, explicit language, unprotected sex, oral sex (m/f), overstimulation (m), bondage (m), dirty talk, college setting

a/n: inspired by a spicy convo me and @n034sy had in the chat - dedicating this one to her ♡

!! this is pure fiction for entertainment purposes

Gunil slams his laptop shut, when you storm into his dorm room, without even knocking.

“Where’s your roommate?” You ask, taking off your jacket.

“Uhm, he has classes today.” Gunil responds in a restless tone, while not letting you out of sight, as you tour the small almost empty male room.

This isn’t the first boy room you visit in this dorm. Yet, you always find yourself scanning for something intriguing, before realising they’re all the same. You keep talking casually about the place, without giving too much thought to Gunil’s uneasy, almost, trembling like a lief posture.

His sweaty palms rub on the fabric of his pants, as he closely follows your light, quiet footsteps. He sighs in relief, when you sit down on his bed to open your bag.

“Should we start?”

“Uhm, yes, sure.” He makes a few steps, before deciding to put away his laptop with red circles on his cheeks, that he prays to God you don’t notice.

“Oh, shit,” you sigh with a guilty pout on your face. “I forgot to bring my notes with me.” Gunil blinks at you with a rising concern. “Wait, I have them in my email. I can just log in from your computer and we’re good to go.”

You decisively toss your bag on the floor, then bounce from the bed towards Gunil’s small desk, but out of nowhere, he jumps in front of you, taking the laptop before you. You glance at the weirdly panicked way he holds it to his chest with both hands.

“I’m not gonna steal your fancy laptop, relax.” You giggle, and return to the same spot.

Gunil’s lips curl up, trying to force a smile very badly. He’s clearly embarrassed from his behaviour, so you try to change the subject.

“Anyways,” you let out a deep breath. “Let’s get to work. I have classes in the afternoon, I don’t have the whole day.”

“Oh, uhm… Sorry.” He looks around the small room, before sitting clumsily beside you. You eye up and down his stiff figure, and you’re almost sure you see fear in his eyes.

After sitting several seconds next to you, Gunil decides to move his position, as far as possible. Sadly the bed is for one person, so he couldn’t distance himself that far as he would’ve liked to. You look at him amused from the other side of the mattress.

“Where are you going?”

“Nowhere,” he says quietly, placing the computer on his lap.

You always knew he was shy, introverted and kind of a classic game obsessed loser, but you had no idea it was that bad. At least he could show more excitement from the fact you were here. No other girl from your class would be willing to waste her time like this.

“Then why are you running away from me?” You ask, coming closer, which results in Gunil moving a pillow, so he can lean almost sideways against the wall.

“I-I’m not.”

You follow his gawky gestures, as he tries to position the computer in a way you cannot peek at the screen. Could he be more obvious?

“Are you hiding something?”

“N-no, it’s nothing.” He stutters.

“You are,” you squint with your eyes suspiciously. “What are you hiding there?”

“I’m not hiding anything,” Gunil’s voice trembles harder with every word, as he becomes more irritated from the way you keep on insisting.

You grin widely, moving next to him. The blue sheets shuffle under your body while you sit on your knees. The boy’s cheeks flush from being so close to you all of a sudden. Sweet scent of perfume tickles his nose, while he tries his best to control his breathing. For the first time he feels such a close presence of a pretty girl being next to him.

You decide that Gunil needs a push, so you take off the excited grin of your face.

“Open it then,” you say boldly through teeth, gazing at his side profile.

You suck on your bottom lip, as you wait for any reaction.

He’s handsome, you realise. You’ve never taken the time to look at Gunil closely before, however, now that you stand here next to him, shoulder to shoulder, you notice that his nicely sharp features are attractive. His lips have a sexy sensual shape, that makes you come to the conclusion that with some practice he could be a good kisser. And his ams… You’re surprised to see muscles, very nicely formed from the white shirt he’s wearing under a striped knitted vest.

His brown hair falls in his eyes, as his hand roams nervously over the laptop. Without hesitation you pull the device from his lap, and immediately open it as fast as you can.

The screen lights up in your face when Gunil’s body comes on top of you, trying to shut it off.

“Stop,” you shout in amusement. “Let me see!”

Because his computer runs fast, you’re glad to see the internet browser opening without a problem after you click enter. Your excitement rises in your chest, as your eyes scan the porn site he’s been entertaining himself with, before you come here.

The video starts playing, and it doesn’t take long for you to gasp. A provocative scene of a naked man on his knees, being slapped on the face multiple times, makes something in your body flutter in surprise, as you’ve never would’ve guessed a guy like Gunil would be into this kind of perversions. The man begs to lick the woman hovering over him, promising her that after he makes her cum with his tongue, he’ll make her cum again from his big cock. She giggles erotically, before shoving his head between her legs. The lewd, sloppy noises fill the room, making Gunil cover his red ears from embarrassment.

“Turn it off,” he begs. “Please…”

You chuckle, putting the video on pause. Turning around, while still laying on your elbows, you find Gunil nervously pacing around with hands inside his pockets, but when he feels your gaze on his body, he picks up one of his pillows, sits on the corner of the bed and buries his face in it.

“You shouldn’t have seen that,” he mumbles, making you laugh out loud.

“Don’t be such a little kid.”

Your laidback and confident personality only intimidates Gunil more, making everything even worse right now. Also, what if you tell someone about this? His heart drops from the sudden thought of anyone finding out. You probably will, he assumes, and there’s nothing he can do to stop you.

“I watch porn sometimes too,” you add and Gunil doesn’t have to look at you to know you’re speaking through a cheeky smile. “Everyone does.”

Suddenly Gunil’s panting starts to normalise, but he’s still not sure what to do or to say. He feels so exposed, and the fact it’s in front of the most beautiful and wanted girl from class makes everything feel like a fever dream.

While he contemplates on the situation, Gunil flinches from a sudden touch. When he looks up from the pillow to turn around, he sees your feet pressing into his thigh.

“Do you know that you will look so much better without that vest?” Your voice comes out in a lower than your usual tone.

Gunil swallows, trying to think the question through, but your leg that keeps stroking his thigh is so distracting. His vision suddenly gets blurry, as he stares at your toenails through the black thin tights, that formed your leg so charmingly. Warm pressure starts growing in his underwear, making his entire body freeze in one place. He immediately tries to cover it with his hand, but not very successfully. Again, he’s too obvious.

“I haven’t thought about… that.” He answers cautiously, after clearing his throat.

“I’m sure you haven’t thought about a lot of things.”

You slide your body down a little, so you can get closer to him, causing more of your thighs to reveal underneath your skirt. Your leg rubs on Gunil’s crotch, making him gasp from the unexpected friction. He was so nervous, and you could only imagine how needy he was. For touch. For release.

“You’re more attractive than you realise, Goo Gunil.”

The seductive change in your tone blasts in Gunil’s head like a fire alarm he wanted to turn off, but couldn’t. Why are you doing this? he asks himself over and over again.

You sit up, while your right leg is still upon his lap, your left one - behind his back, trapping him like a dog in a cage.

“Did you cum?” You ask innocently.

“W-what?” He exclaims almost outraged. “No… No, I didn’t do anything.”

“Poor, baby boy,” you coo through a pout, stroking his toned biceps with your fingers. He definitely goes to the gym. “Y/N ruined his fun.”

You squeeze his muscle lightly through the clothing, imagining how he’d look without it.

“Take off that vest. I hate it.”

Gunil looks at you for the first time in awhile. His face is tizzy, and you can read the clear confusion and uncertainty all over his features. His pretty lips are slightly parted, releasing heavy breaths.

He stands on his feet, after you raise a brow at him.

“See, that’s so much better already,” you state when you see the vest coming off, messing up his hair. “You may have better grades than me, but I know a lot of other fun things, that you don’t.”

Gunil watches you, from the centre of the room, feeling on edge. How you move around in his bed where he sleeps every night, how you distort his own bed sheets. His laptop is still there open next to you with the filthy image glaring at him. His mind starts uncontrollably drifting to other places… What porn do you watch, and do you touch yourself while doing it too?

He squeezes lips, fixing the colar of his shirt.

“For example, I know you have a hot body, that a lot of girls would love to fuck if you’re just more confident in yourself.”

“What are y-you saying right now…” Gunil exhales deeply, and you see the way his fitted shirt emphasises his chest.

“I’m saying that I want to suck you off,” you spit out, and get on your knees. “Before I make you eat me out like that.” You point at his bright screen.

Gunil couldn’t believe the words he was hearing, nor the sight of you taking off your top in front of him. Everything seemed like a sick illusion.

“Come here,” you purr, reaching with one hand.

You immediately start unbuttoning his shirt, getting heated, as more of his skin reveals at you.

At this point Gunil is speechless from your sudden interest in him. Too much thoughts are tangling in his mind, making it all foggy, and all of them revolve around you - the greedy unfamiliar way you look at his body, your irresistible boobs held by your lace bra he desperately needs to suck on. Simply the fact you want to blow him.

When his shirt is finally off, you stick out your tongue, and trace it onto Gunil’s toned stomach. With hands around his waist, you lick from his lower tummy all the way up to his chest, placing a few smooches here and there. You hear his heartbeat racing through his warm skin, while you move to his left nipple to gently suck on it. You learn he’s sensitive after you hear a soft moan, when you playfully bite it.

“These abs must look really nice after you paint them with cum,” you speak out lowly, while your fingertips shape circles, causing him goosebumps. You can’t get enough, so you continue covering his stomach with pretty scarlet marks.

You look up at him, sinfully through your long lashes, when you decide to move onto removing his belt.

“Don’t hold back your moans from me. I love it when boys whine.”

The words make Gunil’s insides swirl, but he manages to mumble a response.

“I won’t.”

“Good boy.”

Your lips curl up when you free him at once from the repressing underwear. A trail of drool almost runs from the corner of your mouth, when you see his cock bounce up, once you slid the fabric down his legs. It’s thick, and a lot bigger than you expected it to be.

“Mmm…” you hum, eyeing it a little closer. Gunil’s eyes widen, not sure what to make of your reaction. “It’s so pretty… and big.”

“Is that… good?” He asks with a doubtful note.

“It’s perfect.”

Gunil gnaws at his lips, intoxicated by the look of his erection pointing right at your gorgeous face. You take it in your gentle fist, brushing the salty tip on your wet lips, enjoying the feeling of his veins against your skin. This makes Gunil’s head spin like a spiral, and he shuts his eyes. Until you speak up again.

“Do you want to fuck my mouth?” You slap your tongue with the flushed head of his cock, making his jaw drop.

You didn’t have the patience to wait for a response, which wasn’t a problem. His answer was already pulsing into your tight fist; delicately dripping precum between your fingers.

When you slide it in your mouth, Gunil is no longer humming awkwardly above you. While you move your head back and forth, twirling your tongue around his thick length, and your wrist around what’s left of his base, he turns into a groaning mess. He has to tug on your hair, so he doesn’t collapse on the ground. He promised himself that he’ll keep his emotions under control, that he’ll not make a fool of himself again in front of you, but his mind went blank the second his cock hit your throat for the first time.

“O-oh my… ‘m gonna…” His half-shut eyes watch you pull out his member just in time, leaving him with an open jaw, whimpering and shaky. “F-fuck, I-…”

“You’re gonna what? Cum?” You tease him by cupping his sensitive balls. “Already?”

“Mm, I-I can’t help it…”

“Fuck my mouth first.” Gunil blinks at your glinting from spit mouth. “Fast,” you add in a bold tone. “And don’t stop unless you don’t want your cum in my tummy.”

After he’s deep in your mouth, Gunil’s hips gradually pick up a steady quick pace, as his hands are wrapped around your head, holding you in place like a sex doll. His cock is throbbing desperately for release, while he jerks sloppily into your face, getting absolutely absorbed in the unfamiliar feeling. With his right leg up on the bed, aiming for harder deeper spots in your throat, his abs clench at the way your small mouth expands to meet his every thrust. The lewd noises emerging from your throat mix with the loud smacking of his hardening ballsack against your chin, causing his upper body to fall forward from overwhelming pleasure.

His jerk off sessions cannot compare even slightly to the euphoric experience of being in a real mouth, especially an experienced like yours.

Gunil’s voice gets louder, as it doesn’t take him too long to reach his peak, and higher pitched when he feels your gags vibrating nicely around his squirting head. He doesn’t rush into pulling away, instead, he waits for the thrill to wind down, as you warm him up. You focus on breathing through your nose, soaking the sheets with spit, as the last drip of his hot cum slides down your throat.

“That was pretty good, baby boy.” You speak up trough your own heavy panting, after Gunil empties your mouth. You stick out your tongue, showing him you swallowed it all to the last drop. “How does my throat feel?”

He watches you, lightheaded, how you lightly lick your upper lip with the tip of your tongue. There’s a little bit of a mess left on your chin, a slick mixture of cum and spit. He’s eager to lick it all off, but something is holding him back.

“So… nice.. amazing.”

“I think it would feel even better if it’s inside my pussy.” You say, removing your bra. “Do you agree?”

Gunil’s woozy gaze moves from your bare breasts to your hips, where your fingers unzip your skirt. You toss the clothing to the floor, and stay sat on the mattress, only in your black transparent tights, letting Gunil to take a nice look of you.

“Have you ever tasted yourself?” You ask him, wiping off the sticky leftovers of his cum from your mouth. Gunil shakes his head, too mesmerised by your actions to speak out. When you make sure your fingers have enough of the mixed juices, you massage one of your nipples until it’s wet and sloppy, watching the boy in front of you, getting lost in your motions.

Even before you’ve removed your hand from your boob, Gunil was already on his knees, crawling between your legs like a puppy. He opens his mouth, and sticks his tongue out to lick everything off. You feel goosebumps covering the skin of your arms, when your nipple perks up from his tongue, causing Gunil to smooch it whole with his lips.

“Ahh, yes, baby, lick it all off. That’s it.” You run your fingers through his hair, enjoying the muffled sounds of his moaning against your skin. “Mm, poor baby boy, must feel nice finally having a nipple to suck on, you must be so, so horny.” You take his free hand, moving it on your right breast. Gunil immediately begins squeezing it like a stuffed toy, without pulling his mouth from the other. “Bite on my nipple.” You moan, as Gunil’s spit drips down your neckline, all the way down to your bellybutton. “Harder,” you pull on his hair, emphasising your need. When you feel his teeth grip on your hardened nipple stronger, you feel the familiar warmth, spreading like wildfire in your lower region. “Mmm, yeah, that’s what I wanted. You’re so obedient, baby.” You pull away his face from you, by gripping his chin. “Now get on the bed for me.”

You eagerly climb up on Gunil’s body when his bare back hits the mattress, and you press your lips onto his. His hands hang loosely in the air, not sure where to go, before you take his wrists, and pin them above his head.

Warm thrill shoots through your body, when you playfully rub your still clothed cunt on his tight stomach. You had no idea you’d end up so turned on when you started this, but here you are - grinding on his body just like you did on your pillow during your high school days. You can feel yourself only getting wetter, the more you look at his pretty sweating face, framed from his two firm muscled arms. He looks strong, like he can pound into you with hours, holding you in a headlock, while your insides get ruined from his cock, and you know he’s capable of doing that, but he doesn’t know it yet.

You’re the only one, that can get this side of him out, but not today.

Right now, you need to see him fall apart.

“You have to return me the favour now.” You say against his open mouth.

A breathy moan escapes your mouth, after you feel his desperate attempt to shove his tongue through. You wait for it to travel around yours, so eagerly and pushy, before pulling away with a string of spit connecting your mouths.

“Have you eaten pussy before?” You lick off the spit of his chin.

Gunil tilts his head, looking away embarrassed. On the moment, you snap at him by grabbing his jaw, forcing him to look at you.

“No!” Your manicure presses into his cheeks. “You will look at me when I speak to you, do you hear me?”

Gunil nods, locking eyes with yours. He feels his cock twitching as a result of your demands.

“I want to see in your eyes how much you want me.” You let go of his hands, after one last suck on his neck.

A sudden ripping sound caughts Gunil’s attention only to find your nails going right through the fabric of your tights. He swallows, staring at your now exposed panties. Your vagina is sitting on top of his lower abs, and that suddenly makes him not want to stay still anymore.

“I-I want to…” He hesitates a little before continuing his thought. “Can I touch you?”

You grin approvingly at his sudden involvement. You reach behind your back with a drop of spit in your palm, to grab his cock, that just got relaxed and much softer. Its perfect girth feels so nice when you hold it, and you can’t stop daydreaming of having it inside you.

“Where do you want to touch?” You ask, stroking the length slowly. Squeezing just a little when you reach the red tip. It immediately starts twitching, suddenly forced to bare a new wave of stimulation.

“Aah… ‘m…” Gunil’s words roll off his tongue incoherently, making him even more attractive in your eyes. “Everywhere,” he tries raising his deep voice, hoping to sound more assertive, but it just comes out like the rest of his whining.

“That’s not specific enough, honey.”

He makes an attempt to sit up, when the edging becomes too overwhelming, but you immediately stop him by pressing your free hand to his chest.

“I didn’t say you could move yet.”

You chuckle loudly when he drops back down with a defeated look in his face. His lips are getting puffier from constantly biting on them, as your hand slides up and down his stiffening cock in an unbearable speed.

“Here,” you tell him, leaving his cock to drop on his lower tummy, and position yourself above Gunil’s face. You pull your panties to the side, hovering over his mouth. The warm breath coming from his parted lips, brushes against your wet pussy, sending shivers down your spine. His breathing alone makes your hole clench in desire, and you couldn’t believe it. “Make me feel good with that pretty mouth, and I will let your hands touch me wherever you want. But for now, keep them away.”

Sweet relief flows through your body, when you finally feel the attention you’ve been so badly craving. Just as you expected, Gunil starts slow. His tongue moves nervously with little kitten licks between your lips. It feels nice, but only that… while you needed more. You’re just about to speak up, helping him out, when you feel his lips pressing against your folds harder, while his full tongue shoots pleasure right into the sweet knot, that waits to be crushed, making you gasp in surprise.

Noticing the change in your reactions, Gunil repeats the same motions, but with more pressure on your clit. He sucks on it, stimulating the sensitive ball of nerves, before pulling away to catch his breath, then returning to make out with your pussy. He spreaded your lips with his mouth beforehand, as much as he could without the help of his fingers, which were now gripping the sheets with knuckles turning white. You cannot help, but mewl in higher volumes, as he begins slurping on the increasing wetness. Those were the prettiest sounds he’s ever heard in his life, and he didn’t want them to stop.

“Fuck, Gunil, h-how…” You throw your head back from the unexpected satisfaction, that keeps on building up. “You’re doing so good… just like that, y-yes.”

Gunil’s fingers grip tightly in response to your praises, and your thighs trembling harder around his head. He feels the urge to squeeze on them as firmly as he could, but his submission to you was stronger, so he controlled his emotions. However, the way you so sensually rolled your sweet lips against his face like a porn star, made him wish he could grab and eat you whole. It seems the more he has of you, the thirstier he gets, which causes his tongue to become increasingly aggressive, making your hips dance in the same rhythm.

“O-oh my god, someone’s greedy…” You pull on his hair, while grinding on his flattened tongue harder, rolling your eyes back at your skull. “Good boy, mmm… you’re being so good for me, baby. Fuck, eat me up with that pretty tongue, just like that…”

Your dirty talk was the last straw for Gunil, and he doesn’t think twice. His hands grab onto your ragged tights, and rip everything apart, before you even have the time to notice.

“Gunil!” You gasp, looking down at him. Your hips freeze in one place. “What are y-“ The sudden feel of your exposed butt cheeks being roughly grasped on makes your question fall through your lips in a weak whimper.

Gunil’s now filled hands grip, squeeze and smush your cheeks, as if he was a little kid, playing with a toy for the first time. He pulls you closer, spreading your cheeks, craving to slide his finger inside your hole, and see what it feels like.

“I didn’t say you could do that,” you grumble, as Gunil slides one finger through your walls, and you feel how they immediately start pulsing around it, begging for friction.

The electrifying feeling of his nose, rubbing your clit tightens the warm knot in your tummy, causing you to cuss loudly, as he adds another finger. Curled nicely, he begins to pump both of them inside you. His free hand holds your ass, while also supporting its movements, so you can ride his face faster towards your high. He could barely breathe, but he doesn’t care.

“O-ohh my god, don’t fucking stop… don’t…” Your hole squishes his fingers, not wanting to let go of them, harder and harder. Your hands reach backwards to hold onto his chest, as you keep moving your hips, feeling your orgasm closer. “Fuck, f-fuck, fuck, you’re gonna make m-me cum… Gunil, ‘m so close.”

You let out a deep throaty moan towards the ceiling, that definitely went through the walls of the room, while you rode intensely through your peak on Gunil’s face. His fingers barely move, blocked from your tight walls, as your whole body vibrates from pleasure, making you dizzy.

Gunil’s chest rises up and down from his heavy panting, as you lay beside him with your legs uncontrollably shaking.

He turns to look at you, not fully grasping what just happened. His whole face glints from juices, while some of his hair is sticking to his forehead with sweat.

“I told you I know more than you, silly boy.” Before you know it, you’re spitting on his cock, spreading the saliva all over by twirling your hand around maybe a bit faster, than Gunil expected, cause his thighs immediately start shaking.

“I knew there was a dirty rough side to you somewhere, and I just unleashed it. Why were you hiding it from me all this time?” You make eye contact, and Gunil can almost see how your eyes sparkle from yearning for sex.

He groans when the stimulating thrill flows through him like an electric wave, forcing him to move a hand over his face. You immediately freeze, when you see him trying to cover up, causing him to almost jerk up from the sudden feel fading away from him.

“N-no, no, p-please…”

“What did I tell you?” You cut off his begging.

“I-I’m sorry, please… p-please I need more… more, plea—…”

You resume pumping him very slowly, getting out surprisingly a swear from him. Something you didn’t expect to hear from Gunil’s mouth ever.

“You know that boys get punished when they misbehave, right? You’ve seen what happens to disobedient boys.” You form a cheeky smile, and Gunil nods, squeezing his lips together.

“Shit-t, this feels ‘mazing… m-more…”

“I wonder…” You speak up with a thoughtful tone, after dropping his cock. This makes him hold his breath in desperate anticipation. “What should I punish you for?” You lean over him with your hair tickling his face. “For not doing as I say, or for hiding your delicious cock from me?” You bite and pull on his bottom lip.

“Both.” He whispers in your open mouth without hesitation, and for the first time you couldn’t think of what to say.

“You’re full of surprises, Goo Gunil. I like it.”

Gunil’s lips curl up slightly into a flustered smile.

After you jump off the bed to get out of your ruined tights and underwear, you feel his eyes sliding on your body, leaving warm traces everywhere they go. You go to his wardrobe and easily find a tie, that would do the job.

“I can’t wait to feel you inside me.” You return to him, spreading your bare legs wide open right in front of him.

Gunil comes closer, positioning himself between your thighs. He’s glaring at the welcoming sight of your pussy. So pretty, so appetising, making his heartbeat race like crazy.

“Let me touch you… p-please.”

You pout at his cute pleading.

“I wish I could, honey, but I can’t. I have to teach you a lesson first.”

You sit up, and push him on his back, causing Gunil to wince under your rougher touch. A slight bit of relief loosens up his body, when you straddle his lap, taking the lead. He obediently gives you to tie his wrists to the headboard, letting them hang over his head, restraining any movements, that could lead to touching you.

“I don’t want to do this, baby, but… maybe know better next time.” You rub his clenching abs, making him already shift in his place.

“Spit.” You bring one hand to his face.

A nice thick trail of saliva escapes Gunil’s lips, and you coat your entire cunt until it’s dripping. You slap it playfully two times, producing sounds that make his mouth suddenly go dry.

“Make me feel good again, baby boy,” you coo in sweet voice, that quickly turns into a demanding tone, which makes Gunil shiver. “And don’t you dare cum before me. We don’t want to add another punishment on the list.”

“I-I won’t.” Gunil shakes his head at the possibility.

You take the base of his cock, and brush the red colored tip between your slick lips. His brows immediately knit together from sensitivity, but he does his best to endure. You watch his fingers form shaky fists.

“Mmm, yes, lets shove that big cock inside, baby…” You persuade him, although he can’t do anything.

Gunil holds his breath, expecting to have his whole cock sucked in, but his face shifts into painful expression when you start slowly massaging only the tip with your tight walls.

“Mh’, n-no, no, please…” He pants with his head moving left to right. “This is t-too slow, I-I can’t…”

“Be patient, baby.”

“It’s too m-much…”

“Shhh…” Your hand crawls from his chest to his face, rubbing along his trembling bottom lip. His face is clenched in displeasure, when he shuts his eyes, baring the slow pumps that are draining everything from him. “You gotta stretch me nice first, honey, I can’t take that big cock all at once. You don’t want to hurt me, right, baby boy?” You say, still playing with his mouth. Brushing through his teeth, pressing the back of his tongue.

Every new word you spit out, makes Gunil’s mind more scattered, leaving him speechles and out of breath. His body jerks up, when you bounce off, and his poor needy tip feels the sudden cold air. His throat groans, as you hover over his cock for a few seconds, before sliding down again, taking more of him this time.

“Mmm, filling me so nice…”

The fact he could feel how every inch of him stretches your small hole is enough to make him flood your vagina with cum already, but he tries to not think about it.

Your jaw drops the second you finally feel his whole member twitching inside.

“Ngh, soo big…” You bite your bottom lip until it stings, as you stay in one place, holding it in.

You open your eyes to see Gunil’s hands resisting the binds, as the temptation to thrust is too strong.

“Ahh, pull out, p-pull out, ‘m gonna…”

“You sure?” You tease in a sweet tone.

When you hear his multiple loud yes-es, you move up, and his cock hits his stomach. He whines like a little boy, as his thighs shake uncontrollably under you, making your body jounce.

“Y/N, p-please… I don’t t-think I can do this… it hurts…”

“Punishments usually work like that, honey,” you explain, as you lean in to nibble on his exposed neck. His head is tilt on the side from exhaustion. “But you’re doing so well. Just a little more, baby.”

Your entrance sucks his cock back. Now you’re able to roll your hips freely, as you got used to his size and there’s no pain, just pure pleasure. Overstimulation washes over Gunil’s body once again, making him squirm under you, as his girth massages your aroused walls in a steady pace.

“Oh, god,” his moans quiver, making you swallow from the delicious sound. “You’re so t-tight.”

“Am I?”

“F-feels so good…” You lightly sway side to side, as his tortured body begs to jerk up for quicker, deeper pums.

“Should I go faster?”

“Please…”

You begin to spasms around Gunil with an increasing force, when you quicken the motions of your rolling hips, pressing both hands on his toned abs. The lewd wet sounds escaping from your dripping hole, clash with his own whimpering, as every part of him is trying desperately not to finish and ruin his own punishment.

However, just when you start feeling the sweet rush coming closer, you make it wheedle away.

“You’re being so good, baby.” You compliment Gunil, after you peel off his cock. “I told you you can do this.” He cries out softly, arching his back, not hearing a single word. His chest moves up and down furiously out of breath, as his skin burn like it’s on fire. He’s trying to hold onto what little control he has left in him.

“No more, please…” Gunil sighs, feeling his flushed cock throbbing faster than his heartbeat. His cheeks are embarrassingly red from having to beg so much.

“Not yet,” you reply, as you let his thick length cram into you again, refilling the room with sloppy noises.

“S-shit, shit, shit…” Gunil’s arm muscles flex, as he pulls his wrists from their restraints. He tries to bring himself up, getting hypnotised from the way his cock disappeares inside your pussy. “You’re so good at t-this. It feels so good…”

“What feels good?”

“You,” he breathes out, repeating the word over and over again, as his halfway shut eyes stop on your bouncing boobs. “Y-you feel s-so nice… inside you.” His voice gets shakier, the quicker you ride him, chasing your high. “Ah, you fuck me so good, Y/N, p-please let me… c-cum… plea-”

His last few words almost melt in the air, as you wrap your hand around his throat. The movements of your hips intensify, as the sensation below increases from his tip, hitting at your cervix.

“You’re becoming more babbly as I fuck you.” Your fingers put a little more pressure around his neck, causing him to roll his eyes back. “So cute.” You shut your eyes for a moment sinking in how good his cock feels, even though his pulsing neck vein, creeping under your hand makes your tummy clench up even harder. “You’ll cum when I say so, you hear me?”

Gunil hums poorly, as a way to respond. His jaw stays dropped open, tongue almost out. At this point, his focus is only on trying to not release accidentally, as his cock meets your g-spot repeatedly with full force.

“Hold it,” you growl at him, but he’s barely listening to what you’re saying between your moans. “Fuck, your cock fills me… ‘o good… love it…” You manage to say, as words begin to fall from your lips more incoherently. “Look at me.” You tilt his head, gazing at his dark teary eyes. “Do you wanna cum, huh? Wanna be a good boy and fill up my pussy?”

“Y-yes, yes, ‘ll be g-good, p-please…”

As the pleasure goes higher, forming anything that’s not noise of desperation, clashing with the sounds of your bodies slamming against each other, becomes too much for both of you.

“C-cum for me then, cum and fill me u-up..”

The second you throw your head back with your jaw falling open for a soundless scream, Gunil cries out, too overwhelmed from finally being able to release. With arched spine, he forces his hips upward as much as possible, while you make your last few sloppy bounces, before collapsing on his chest. His legs shift around out of control, while his tip loads your cunt.

“Mhmm, well done, filling me very nice, baby…” You mewl, loosing up the grip around his throat, while your walls get painted with hot ropes of cum.

You stay put with drained bodies, trying to regain energy to come back to your normal reality, as the effects of your highs clouds your minds.

“Shit,” you look around the room, which has gotten darker from how much time has passed since you got here.

You jump off Gunil to check what time is it, and immediately freak out when you see the digits.

“Oh, no, class starts in less than fifteen minutes, I’m gonna be late.”

You quickly untie him from the bed, and quickly try to put yourself together. Gunil is still sprawled on the bed when you rush around the room looking for your shoes. Just when you grab your bag, and toss it around your shoulder, he remembers.

“Wait, what about the project?” He shouts with a raspy voice.

“Another day.” You shout back.

“But… It’s due next week.” He says towards the already shut door.

He drops his head back onto the mattress, and gazes towards the ceiling, feeling like he’s still living in a dream from which someone is going to wake him up any moment soon.

The last thing he sees before drifting to sleep, are your forgotten ripped tights, laying on the floor of his dorm room.

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peppermint gum, m | jjk | savor...

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

It’s impossible to fall in love when you’re already in love. And Jeon Jungkook was in love. Helplessly. But what could he do? Time passed. The world became tasteless to his eyes. All he could do was hold onto the crisp and intense color of those memories, remember her words, and wonder where she was now. Savor, and burst forth.

this is part i | click here for part ii | total wc: 25.6k

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; this story contains parental child abuse - child neglect and abandonment; sloooow burn; mild alcohol consumption; hardcore pining JK; angst and fluff and feels; (in part ii) smut (fem reader, slight D/s dynamic, so much kissing, hair pulling, scratching / marking. grinding, choking, m-receiving oral, finger sucking, fingering, nipple play, m-masturbation, thigh riding, edging, penetrative sex, doggy, multiple orgasms); shifts back and forth between Jungkook’s POV and your POV; from lovers-to-strangers-to-lovers again :)

non-idol!AU; pining!Jungkook x noona!reader — ft JK's helpful? friends Kim Taehyung and Park Jimin; reader's close friend and talented guitarist, Kang Hyungu (ONEWE's Kanghyun if you want to see his appearance, hehe, same personality); JK has all his piercings and has hair (lol) had to be broken up into two parts bc it is 25k words, rip

“Aren’t you afraid that I’ll forget you?”

Those last words rang in his head, accompanied by her smile.

“Your mind might forget me, but the body always remembers.”

He wanted her to be wrong. But, of course, she wasn’t. Life wasn’t so kind. Life wasn’t so kind to give him a dramatic ending. Rather, it was a calm one of slow decay where he gradually learned to not miss her anymore. No ill feelings. Just helplessness. He had wanted her to be his morning, his afternoon, his night. She didn’t. He had been younger then. He had thought he could change what was already written.

She had done the right thing, actually.

Years past. The memories became a blur with everything else. Everyone else – between nights and bodies and the feeling of not quite right. Searching but not knowing what he was looking for so he cut them off just as he had been cut off. It hurt, of course, but not as much as it would have if he had let it drag on. Maybe that was what he had learned from that time.

He forgot to miss her.

But he still thought of her and wondered where she was now.

Tattoos, piercings, and countless hours at the gym later. Running. Life an endless loop despite the differences. Nowadays, he was making an effort to hang out with his friends more, not just for birthdays or online games, but socializing at in-person events that he still wasn’t very good at. Becoming older meant drifting apart since they didn’t have those common places to mingle in anymore, so it was important to put in the effort. If he wanted to improve in talking to people more casually, well, he should at least put himself in those opportunities, right?

Right.

Running.

Always running.

Sometimes, when he was in the dark surrounded by people and with just the right amount of alcohol in his system, he missed her terribly, but he couldn’t remember what standing next to her was even like.

Other times, he completely forgot she used to like this type of tea or that kind of snack. These details faded into the background, only to return to him in disorienting dreams and half-realities.

And most of the time, he forgot.

In between hands and lips and legs, he felt the rush. The exhilaration. Lust. He could make magic in the bedroom. Wasn’t that what it was all about? Wasn’t it all about the chase between two? Wasn’t love about strangers becoming forever-afters? Wasn’t it? He didn’t know anything about that when he was younger. Right. How could that be love?

Maybe.

Maybe he just forgot.

The spark always died so fast. It must have been not quite right.

She must have forgotten him too, by now.

When Jeon Jungkook saw her again, he hadn’t expected it at all.

It was at a nightclub concert. Loud and obnoxious and full of infectious energy. A friend of his was a singer of the band that was going onstage next. Currently, there was alternative rock band vibing with the crowd, singing songs that no one knew but spoke to feelings everyone understood. Breakup lyrics to sweetheart melodies. He was enjoying himself, but not paying much attention. In a split second, he had whipped his head around because one of his friends was playfully flicking the back of his hair, being an idiot, and then he saw her at the edge of the stage. Right there. He almost didn’t think it was her at first, but his eyes recognized that face right away, even amidst the chocolate smokey eye and cherry lip stain. He almost looked away, not wanting to stare at a now-stranger, but his body froze when she smiled, remembering the way his heart fluttered when those past-lover-now-stranger’s eyes sparkled with mischief when she smiled.

That couldn’t have been love, right?

He couldn’t remember.

Was she more beautiful than before or had helplessness desaturated his memory?

She was cheerfully speaking to someone. A young man who had cerulean hair. His undercut was dyed a gradient purple. Taller than her, with broad shoulders. Black t-shirt and tight jeans showing off a built body. He lingered near her the same way a cat stayed by its owner. She shook her head at him and said something. The man chuckled despite a demeanor full of nervousness. She handed him his purple electric guitar and pushed him, motioning him to interact with the band standing offstage. Oh, that was right. His singer friend had mentioned that their actual guitarist was out taking care of his grandmother. They had to call someone to fill in on short notice.

It was clear, by the instrument, that this was the fill in.

The young man trotted over to the band and introduced himself. He was meant with open arms and gracious bows that left him flustered and shaking his head.

Jeon Jungkook looked away, not wanting her to see him.

Would she know it was him?

He glanced at her again during the break for the band change. She was standing at the side, not too close to the wall but not too far. Could be noticed right away, because she was not drinking and because she was alone. Simply standing there. Almost regal even in a tight white crop top and hip-hugging black trousers. The thick black strap of her sling bag had a large plush keychain dangling by her waist. A tuxedo cat with a tangerine on its head. She didn’t seem bothered to be alone with no one to speak to. She also held onto a big, thick, black leather jacket. Folded and tucked in her arms. Could be hers.

Could also not be.

She was smiling in the direction of the substitute guitarist. Jungkook caught a shared gaze between them. She gave the man a thumbs up. He returned the smile, albeit awkwardly. A wordless exchange. Two people who knew each other very well. The lights dimmed. An announcement was made and cheers erupted around him.

But Jungkook was in the dark, surrounded by people, with not enough alcohol in his system to place the emotion he was feeling right now.

He looked to the stage as the spotlights returned to the stage, lighting up the band and his friend, but his mind held onto the image he had just now seen. Something about her makeup, with the striking eyeliner and black-cherry tinted lips. His own lips tingled, remembering the taste of a kiss from years ago.

A bright and refreshing flavor, so strong that it had seemed to last for hours after.

He was not self-centered or bitter enough to call her an ex-girlfriend. It had been a crisp and intense connection but, in retrospect, the time had been short. Fast and in a rush. The kind of love that made his skin prickle and his heart race. There had been no way to know how long it would last. There had been no comparison to realize that that love could be as fleeting as it was powerful.

A peppermint gum love.

Ah, what was he going on like this for? Maybe she didn’t want to be bothered. Maybe she wouldn’t want to see a ghost of her past. Maybe she didn’t even remember him. Jungkook knew he looked very different now. Back then, he had been a lot more worried about being presentable to everyone. Now, he was old enough to know he couldn’t and didn’t have to please everyone. He could wear loose clothes even if he worked out to look toned the way he wanted. He could get those lip piercings even if people told him eight ear piercings was already too many and adding two more on the right side of his lower lip was overdoing it. He could get a sleeve of colorfully dark tattoos and maybe consider getting more if he really wanted, even if some people found it tacky or not to their taste.

Well.

As long as he had the money for it, anyway.

He tried to discern how she was looking at the young man playing guitar, but Jungkook couldn’t figure out if it was the same expression that she had given him all those years before. He couldn’t remember.

His mind couldn’t remember.

But.

There was an interlude mid-act. He had made up his mind. He excused himself from his friends, mumbling the excuse of the bathroom. It was nerve-wracking to cut himself away from that safety. He didn’t have to do this. There was no ill feeling.

Just helplessness.

He moved through the crowd, winding between the people. Right there. There was so much noise. Conversations. Laughter. Drunken bickering. But all he could hear was silence. Bodies pushed up against him, bumping into him by accident, mumbling out apologies. But all he could feel was the suggestion of a touch, the faded peppermint gum love, grasping for a memory that he couldn’t seem to recall.

His finger tapped her shoulder.

He just wanted to know something.

“Do you still feel the same as you did back then?”

After the hey, how have you been, after the look of recognition and half-amused smile and the flutter of his heart, after the small talk of where are you now, he asked her the question. Those things were only the precursor. The filler and fluff. The pretense to the question that had been on his mind for a long, long time now.

“About what?” she asked, tilting her head curiously.

“I don’t know if you remember…” He didn’t either, actually. Remember her original words. “But you said that you didn’t think you could ever understand love. You said something like that to me a long time ago and I wonder… I wonder if that feeling has changed.”

He knew it was a strange question and yet.

He just…

Needed to know.

The shadows in her eyes became darker, impenetrable. “Sounds like something I’ve said. But, are you asking me because you think that feeling should have changed?”

He shook his head quickly. “No.” Looked at her head-on, unsure if this bravery was from alcohol or the question itself that had been lingering in his mind for so long. “I remembered what you said after all this time because…”

Hot and heavy, but ultimately forgettable nights.

Cold and bright.

Unable to last and, yet, lasted.

“Because I think now I am beginning to understand what you meant.”

There was a lot of noise around them, but he barely noticed. There was so much light, so many people around them, but this moment was a spotlight between him and the past cold brightness. The shadows in her eyes softened, no longer bristling thorns, fading into a dark forest of overlapping leaves. He couldn’t know, but he felt those eyes were different now. Darker. More decisive. And yet, in some ways she hadn’t changed at all. One of the things that he had always liked about her back then was that she always answered him seriously and wisely even if the question seemed out of the blue.

They always had an inexplicable closeness, even as strangers.

She was even more beautiful and more attractive than he remembered though.

“I lied,” she admitted with a half-smile. Was that a sparkle of mischief in her irises or was he seeing things? “I remember what I said to you. It had upset you a lot, I remember, when I said I didn’t understand love. You cried. It must have hurt you, but I couldn’t understand why back then. Back then, I said I didn’t understand love because I both didn’t want to learn and couldn’t feel it. Only the latter is true now. Or, rather, I don’t think I feel the same things that other people feel when they are with the people they love. But why do you say you’re beginning to understand that I meant?”

His body remembered the feeling of her hand on his shoulder. Now, their relations weren’t close enough for her to touch him. He didn’t remember crying but he wasn’t surprised to be told that he did. When he was younger, he had been a bit of a crybaby. Just because he didn’t recall didn’t mean it didn’t happen.

But.

His heart could still feel that deep scratch of those familiar words, even now.

“When I met you back then… I thought I knew everything about love. Love was for good people. I wanted to be a good person so I could be loved. All I had to do was become the person that people wanted to love. But then I realized I wasn’t doing the things I wanted to do, only what was expected of me. Then you told me you didn’t understand love and I, someone who wanted to be loved by you, realized I had nothing to fall back on because I was only made of others’ expectations and ideals.”

He shook his head. He did remember crying after they parted. He remembered trying to make the sadness go away. He remembered nights in beds and stumbling home to cry in the shower, feeling disconnected in the physical connection. He remembered nights alone, empty bottles and holding a shot glass of tears, feeling unable to speak about this to anyone. Lost without knowing how to be found. Doing things based on impulse because only impulses were truly his and not poisoned by the opinions of others. Laughing at the search of happiness. Above all, he had been afraid. He had been afraid to give voice to his worries because then maybe they would gain power and overtake him.

But then he remembered the person who didn’t understand love.

There was such a person that existed out there.

He wondered how she was now.

“I wanted to tell you…”

And now he knew.

“I wanted to tell you I understand now. Or… don’t. Um.”

She smiled at him.

It was not the same way as she looked at the guitarist.

“Huh, you’ve become so mature and grown up. Well, welcome to the smoke-and-mirrors of adulthood, Jeon Jungkook,” she chuckled teasingly, shaking her head. “I scarred you that bad, eh?”

“No, I didn’t mean–”

She raised a hand to stop him, waving away his apology. “No, it’s okay. I’m surprised you still remember me. And don’t hate me. A lot of them hate me.”

Your mind might forget me, but the body always remembers.

His body did remember.

“A lot of them?” he echoed, a muscle in his jaw tightening.

The faintest tick of her eyebrow. “You gonna tell me you have all these tattoos and piercings and don’t get laid?”

His heart dropped. “You don’t like them?” He blurted that a little too fast.

She laughed. “My opinion of them doesn’t really matter.”

“Yes, it does,” was his quick reply.

She paused. The shadows in her eyes swirled. He tried to discern their meaning as he stared into those dark irises but the shadows were all evasive and clever, flitting away from him playfully. When she spoke again, there was a sternness to her tone. Not scolding him. Just getting her point across.

“Answer the question of whether or not you get laid.”

Hot and heavy nights that meant nothing compared to the cold and bright scratch on his heart.

“I…”

The tips of his ears suddenly burned but maybe it was the alcohol.

“I do. But I haven’t remembered or been bothered to remember a single thing they’ve said to me,” Jungkook heard himself say and wondered where that bravery came from.

She didn’t say anything for a moment.

Then she smiled in the way that made him shiver.

“Hyungu is gonna be pissed,” she laughed as the sound of a guitar riff pierced the air.

Oh, shit.

The spotlight faded.

Everything rushed back. Sound, color, light. It suddenly became very clear that he was too far and too long gone from his friends to go back now and face them. Jungkook spun around, seeing that the crowd had packed up tightly again. To his dismay, he had no idea where his friends were. They were no longer in that little pocket they had been. Did they get closer to the stage? Had they seen where he had gone? Did one of them text him? He was afraid to pull out his phone, both in rudeness and in the possible mortifying teasing. His phone was always on silent, at least. What he didn’t know couldn’t hurt him.

He turned back.

The melody echoing behind him was sharp and bright chords followed by a soulful voice.

She had been looking at the stage but immediately caught his gaze with a surprised expression. As if she hadn’t expected him to stay once the music started. And he shouldn’t, for it was rude and intrusive and inconsiderate to stay and invade a stranger’s space any longer.

But.

“You didn’t give me an answer.”

She blinked at him. “What?”

He pulled up the sleeve of his charcoal hoodie, revealing more of his tattoos. Her eyes tracked the movement, widening in surprise at the burst of color combined with thick black outlines. She had been able to see some of them, as his sleeves had been pushed up slightly, but it was much more obvious with the cuffs to the elbows. His forearm was covered with ink and there was no sign of stopping past the black patch in his inner elbow.

He looked back at her.

For a moment, they were young again.

Haloed by music, immersed in each other. A movie in real life. Suddenly it felt worth it – worth taking the risk of being rude, intrusive, or inconsiderate. Suddenly, it felt worth rolling the die and betting double just to…

Have a taste of that peppermint flavor.

“Yes or no?” he insisted, frowning, stubbornly pushing for an answer.

Deep down, Jungkook had always hoped she was thriving, shining brighter than all the stars, because then it proved that he, someone who also felt like he didn’t understand love, could be as impactful as that sparkling smile.

The corner of her lips ticked up in amusement. “Does a stranger’s opinion matter that much? I thought you weren’t going to let the opinions of others bother you anymore.”

Are we really strangers?

He grinned. “A stranger’s opinion would be the most unbiased, right?”

Can strangers speak like the way you and I do?

She stared at him for seconds that felt like forever-ever-afters.

Then she laughed, reaching up with a graceful hand and touching her fingertips to her forehead. His breath caught his throat, suddenly flooded with memories of youth and rashness, short as it was. He could see it all in a whirlwind. Crystal clear and fleeting all at once. A perfect storm and now caught in the eye, all of his wonders and helplessness thrown to the wayside upon seeing this familiar gesture that he didn’t even know until now was familiar, realizing now just how precious it was.

She lowered her hand with a mirthful and sparkling expression.

Beckoned with a downward wave as the music swelled, dangerously close to melting into the bridge.

“Step closer. You’re in someone’s way.”

Jungkook jolted, stumbling, realizing there was a short woman with carrying three full cups of foamy, honey-colored beer looking confusedly at him.

“Oh, shit, sorry–”

Her hand touched his shoulder, directing him gently.

His body moved but his mind froze at the touch.

“Listen. This is my favorite part. I’ll tell you after.”

One moment, there was space between them.

The next, he was standing next to her.

She tapped the air, closing her eyes.

“Listen.”

He closed his eyes obediently. Took away the visual, and suddenly his world was flooded with the auditory. An intricate guitar solo to bring life to his fluttering heart blending with piano and drums flowing together. Memories flashing past, too fast to grasp onto, happiness and misery, and then the bridge came, the lyrics painting the photo of two colorless roses abandoned by the heavens.

He opened his eyes and looked at her.

Her eyes opened at the final chorus, exhaling softly. Turned her head and he could see in the shadows of her gaze that she, too, remembered their minty whirlwind of memories.

Or…

Was he just hoping for that?

She smiled.

“I love your tattoos and piercings. You suit them well. I’m glad you found your own color, Jeon Jungkook. You shine so much brighter now than you did back then.”

It was at this moment that he knew...

He fucked up.

He shouldn’t have walked over here. He shouldn’t have asked the question. He shouldn’t have stayed and continued the conversation. He shouldn’t have asked if she liked how he looked now. He should have stayed with his friends and wondered. He should have preserved in the hot and heavy instead of searching for the past of crisp and bright. He might get used to it. He might end up finding what he was looking for, whatever it was. Or, better yet, he might just forget this whole feeling and her lasting words if he never saw her smile as she spoke to him again.

But he didn’t, so that meant he really fucked up.

Pit-a-pat.

He stared at her for so long that he didn’t realize he hadn’t said anything in reply until the song ended and her expression changed, tilting her head in puzzlement. She thinks I’m insane. Say something, Jungkook! Anything! But nothing was coming to mind, as how it always was in these situations. Awesome.

“Uh…”

She smoothly interrupted his awkwardness. “Did you come with friends?” Expression neutral. “I would hate to keep you from your company for too long.”

The notable shift from more casual to formal slightly stung.

No.

Really stung.

“I… Well, honestly, I don’t know where they are,” Jungkook confessed, scanning the crowd for a moment in attempt to look for them. It was a half-assed attempt, but it was an attempt. “I think I’ll have to look for them after the show. We’re meeting up with the band to eat, I think.”

“Oh? You know them?”

He pointed awkwardly to the stage. “Ah, yeah, the lead singer… We met in high school and are in the same friend group… Well, I’ve only recently started hanging out outside again. We’ve played a lot of online games together.”

“Oh, really?” She looked back up to the stage. “In that case, do you think your friends would mind if Hyungu tagged along?” A cautious smile. “It’s just… Hyungu-ah is in a band too, but they’re on hiatus right now. A few of them are doing military service. I think he really misses that environment. I can’t really talk music with him though, I don’t know anything,” she added ruefully, shaking her head and scrunching her nose. “Sorry, that’s probably a bit much to ask you after seeing you all this time. I’m just worried about that introvert, haha.”

Oh, right. The substitute guitarist. Right, because she didn’t simply magically appear as an act of fate or red string level of storytelling in a drama. Real life wasn’t like that.

“S-Sure, we can all go together–”

She was asking him to suggest or go along with the proposition to not alienate the guy. It was clear that she cared about him. He didn’t want to see them together, but… If she became part of his friend group, he might have a reason to go out more. Maybe he was a masochist. Maybe he just wanted to see if she was happy with that guy. Maybe he…

Okay, he wanted her to be close, even if it was all futile.

She relaxed. “Ah, phew. It really did take me a while to convince him to get out of the house,” she chuckled. “It’ll be nice for him to be around people that understand his true language of music, haha. I’ll stick around just in case, but don’t worry, I’ll leave and let you guys be guys, heh.”

Wait.

What?

Jungkook blinked rapidly. “Huh? Aren’t you coming too?”

She stared back. “Huh? Why?”

He looked at her and she looked at him.

Both blank stares of confusion.

“Why wouldn’t you go with your boyfriend?” he blurted.

Invisible question marks popped up over her head. Then she jolted and jerked her head to the band, to the blue-haired guitarist tearing it up on stage with a grin, then back at Jungkook, her eyes wide. “Me? Me?” She pointed to herself quickly, half-laughing in disbelief. “Me and Kang Hyungu?”

Jungkook gawked.

She burst out laughing.

“Oh, fuck, no, no, no,” she puffed, waving her hand all over. “No, no, he’s not… Oh, sheesh, no, we’re not dating. You thought… hah, sorry, there’s a misunderstanding here, hahaha…” She flicked her hand downward as if that idea was so ridiculous that it needed to be physically slapped out of existence. “Ah, no, how can I explain…”

Huh?

Wait, didn’t she mention earlier that his Kang Hyungu was going to be angry? She did directly say, Hyungu is gonna be pissed, right after Jungkook had told her he never bothered to remember what other girls told him, which would imply… argh, this was very baffling and Jungkook found his scatterbrained thoughts spinning trying to comprehend it all.

She straightened and ticked her head to the stage. “Me and him are just friends. We’ve been friends are a long time. Sorry, I can see why you’re mistaken since I came here with him, but Hyungu-ah is the type that really doesn’t like new situations. When he got asked to fill in for another band, he wanted me to come with him, since he wouldn’t know anybody. I believe he said he only spoke to these guys a couple times at festivals and he just needed some moral support.” She grinned. “Ya know, a tough cookie in case things get tough, hehe.”

Jungkook understood but also he was confused. “O… Oh…”

She motioned away his doubts. “In his words, you’re scary, noona. I’d feel much better if you came with me. Can you believe this guy? Just admit you’re lonely.” She rolled her eyes. “Hyungu-ah is a guitar genius. He’s a music nerd. I’ve known him since…” She paused, a dark shadow casting over her eyes as she recalled the past. “I was asked to tutor him when he was in high school and I was finishing university. He was shit at math and science. I helped him pass and then I…”

And again.

That pause.

Jungkook got the feeling she wasn’t sure if she wanted to tell him or not.

She shrugged. “I moved away. Then I saw his name on a poster. Turns out this nerd made his dream a reality and started that band after all.” Her expression became fond. Gentle. “I went to go see him perform. I was surprised he recognized me, actually. Hah, kinda like–”

Her gaze shifted to him.

It was as if time stopped.

She continued, clearing her throat. “Anyway, I’m not dating anyone. Definitely not Hyungu. He’s more like a little brother to me. Or I’m more like a bodyguard, heh. With only intimidation tactics. I really should work out, huh…”

He frowned. “Have you talked about him before? I would have remembered someone so important to you.”

“Nah, I think you and me was after university. When I was being a slu–” She cut herself off. “Ahem, I mean, I was young and didn’t really want to deal with, well, anything. Running from myself, so to speak.” She sighed. A little heavy. “I meant to say sorry, back then. You got caught up with my madness.”

She winked.

Jungkook felt his heart skip a beat.

“But, hey, you dodged a bullet, eh?”

He shouldn’t. He really shouldn’t. That burst between them wasn’t there anymore.

Right?

Wrong.

He grinned.

“Nah, I’m bulletproof.”

Something about her.

Do you feel it too?

Her gaze sharpened and she stilled, mischief sparkling in her eyes.

“Oh, yeah?”

Well.

Can’t say you expected the events of tonight to be on this year’s bingo card.

You laid in bed and scrolled through your phone, but you didn’t pay much attention to anything on the screen. On one hand, you felt a little restless leaving Kang Hyungu to fend for himself with his low alcohol tolerance. On another hand, he was a grown man and would call you in the middle of the night to pick him up if he was really fucked up. Eh, he was too much of a good boy to be irresponsible.

You chuckled to no one in particular.

You were alone, after all.

It was a miracle, really, that little Hyungu still wanted to be your friend now.

In some ways, he was still the same kid you had met all those years ago. You didn’t really interact with him much as you were a couple years older and, well, a girl. You couldn’t really look at him either, all things considering. After all, wasn’t it highly probable that the bags under his eyes was your family’s fault? Your family and his family happened to be next-door neighbors at the apartment complex.

No one really talked about it.

In certain areas, the sounds of yelling and thrown dishes were simply background noise. Normal circumstances. The first near two decades of your life was that every day. Most of the time, your presence was as insignificant as a cockroach. Sometimes you would be spoken of but never spoken to. You learned from a pretty young age to shut up or be forced to shut up. The family motto was, children are not meant to be seen or heard. The adults were speaking. More accurately, arguing, escalating to screaming, and then to scalding silent treatment. Repeat cycle. You learned to snatch food from the fridge as soon as you saw it. No one was going to prepare anything for you, but at least there was always something edible in there.

Until you became a teenager, that was.

It got especially bad when you attended high school as both sides picked up hideous habits to deal with their issues. In your opinion, they should have picked divorce to deal with them, but instead they chose gambling and serial cheating. Sometimes neither would come home for days. Whenever they crossed paths, the endless war continued. There was no way to predict when the silence could become suddenly violate and now you were old enough to understand what was going on – and old enough to loathe it. You barely saw your next-door neighbors at that time because you did basically anything you could to avoid going home. There was only so much a child can take.

They either didn’t notice or didn’t care.

It was also about this time that you started using sex as a coping mechanism.

Approval by society wasn’t high on the list for you at that time, nor was it now. Must have been the upbringing. You watched alcohol become an expensive addiction for your parents and, paired with their mindless days at the casinos and excess spending on extramarital pleasures, illegal drugs were out of the question. Sex, however. If you knew what clinics to go to or where to shoplift, well. Free protection. Yup. During university, though, was when you needed money. You couldn’t go far as you couldn’t pay to live in a dorm. Your scholarships were barely covering tuition, so living at home was the only option. At this point, your parents had mostly forgot forgot that there was someone they birthed living in the apartment with them, which was fine by you, except when you needed to eat.

How Kang Hyungu knew things he shouldn’t know was a mystery you never figured out.

You had gotten locked out, again, and some loud dispute was happening behind the door. Deadbolted. It was shaping up to be a shit night – that was until a tall high schooler with a guitar bag approached the door to your right. You tried not to look at him and decided you would leave to find a PC bang to spend the night. But he must have seen your university-branded bag and called out your family name.

That was when Kang Hyungu started talking to you.

He must have noticed the many times that you had been locked out. Well, how could he ignore it? You didn’t want to do the small talk thing except for immediately informing him with your given name. However, your ears perked up when he mentioned that he needed help with math and science classes. He was looking to pay a tutor. Cram school was pretty expensive. Turns out you both had attended the same high school – of course, considering you lived in the same damn apartment building – and the high school posted notices about alumni that had received scholarships. That shit was a big deal to educators.

That was how you ended up in a basement studio room listening to five high schoolers make songs for hours and teaching them calculus, biology, and chemistry. All of them ended up being mild levels of garbage at those subjects, but it made teaching in a group much more efficient. It was thanks to Hyungu that you were able to eat all of university. Honestly, you didn’t really need the money as much as you needed somewhere to be. Yeah, it was pretty clear that Hyungu knew that somehow. He was a lot more observant than you gave him credit for. Neither of you really talked about it even though you should have.

Maybe, then…

When you graduated university, it was clear you had to leave. It was clear you had to put some distance between you and those who birthed you. Turns out, they did it for you, because one day you came home from job hunting and you didn’t have a home anymore. The apartment door was open and some random people were moving in. Cool. A talk with the leasing office, then. Turns out your parents moved out and didn’t bother to tell you. Together? Separately? Who the fuck knew. You found a box of your clothes in the dumpster along with some other random shit. Your birth certificate, even.

Your entire existence thrown in the trash.

It had really not been the best time.

Couple months of living strictly from PC bangs and business hotel rooms, you started a desk job at minimum wage. Funny how a degree didn’t do much but whatever. You also continued your not-so-great coping mechanism of fucking around, which is how you met Jeon Jungkook. He definitely had a different idea of how it all went down, but.

You paused, seeing that you had pulled up your phone contacts and there he was.

Even through changed models, your phone contacts transferred over. You never bothered to clear them out unless the person was worth blocking. Jeon Jungkook wasn’t worth blocking. The breakup, if you could call it that, was pretty simple. You said what you said and he didn’t fight you. You didn’t need his number in the years after, but you forgot about thinking you needed to delete unused numbers. You didn’t really forget him, though.

He was the only one that you felt sorry for breaking his heart.

He hadn’t been your type back then. Your type had been self-destructive, and you had become tired of that, so you chased for the complete opposite instead. You knew full well that it wasn’t going to work out. You didn’t even go into it invested. But you chose well, and he was the complete opposite. He trusted everything you said. He put up with your cold front. He liked you more than you liked him and he had no idea that he did. In fact, you wouldn’t be surprised that he wouldn’t care even if he knew. He was good in bed too. Eager, quick to learn, and listened to everything you said. Tried everything you asked without questioning or judging. It was precisely why you broke it off before it got too deep, because it got too deep way too fast.

He thought of you too highly when, at that time, you were too low to be anything above a grey area.

Aren’t you afraid I’ll forget you?

Just by asking you that, you never forgot Jungkook. He was the only one who seemed worried about that. Everyone else called you a heartless bitch or a dumb whore who was making a mistake. But Jungkook asked you if you were afraid that he would lose your memory, as if it was valuable enough to be tarnished.

Life worked in mysterious ways.

The happening of you seeing Hyungu’s name on a poster was by chance. The choice to go to that concert back then was on a whim. The chance of Hyungu recognizing you and coming to find you, dragging you to his bandmates that all yapped excitedly around you as if no time had passed was surprising. You had always thought they had forgotten or resented you on some level. After all, you didn’t have a working phone for a while since you couldn’t pay for a plan. You had essentially ghosted them for years, but Hyungu acted as if you had always been there. I’ll never forget that you took good care of me, noona. There was no way you could even attempt to date Kang Hyungu. How could you ruin a relationship that he kept preserved so preciously when you abandoned it? He spoke highly of you even when you hadn’t been around, even when you had been too busy being selfish and self-centered. He smiled at you and relied on you once again because he trusted that you could be relied on. You would sigh and be hauled around by these young loons and support their blooming music career as you got your footing and made it to a better desk job with better pay.

And, by some fate, being close to Kang Hyungu caused you to cross paths with Jeon Jungkook once again.

Weird, eh?

You lowered your phone, staring up at the ceiling.

Well, life was full of coincidences, right? There was no reason to think this was a special event. After all, you had been trying your best to forget that time in your life where you felt the most lost. It took a lot of pushing past your own stubbornness to realize that how your parents felt about you had nothing to do who you were. Accepting that you weren’t the worst fuckup ever to exist, thanks to the saving grace of someone who remembered to call you noona in an endearing way and not in an obligated way. It would be counterproductive to…

Jeon Jungkook’s smiling face flashed in your mind.

You only had one orb-shaped lamp on currently. It was one of those that you could set the lighting color and tone to your taste. You liked the low, moody, cool blue lighting. Besides, you knew the layout of your apartment by now, and the overhead lighting wasn’t necessary unless you needed to look for something.

The orb shone like the moon.

Jungkook had known such a different version of you and yet he still smiled at you like that.

“You must have somebody, don’t you?” you sighed to the shining moon.

It was silly to think too much about a random conversation. And, really, all he wanted to know was if you still found him hot or whatever. Yeah, he was just looking for external validation. You just happened to be there. Tattoos and piercings and working out? Sounded like a quarter life crisis to you. One that worked out in his favor, though. Your skin prickled with goosebumps, but it wasn’t from a tangible cold.

In the darkness, the moon-shaped light glowed brightly.

“It would be nice if you had somebody.”

You frowned and turned your back to the light.

It was a coincidence. Another moment of going through life and realizing you had been climbing Penrose stairs all along. How different were you from back then, really? It wasn’t as if you magically started getting into relationships and had a damn epiphany. The cruel epiphany was that we were all stuck in this endless loop of our respective pasts catching up to the present. No amount of heat could dissipate the coldness of the future.

You sighed, melting into the comfort of your cool bedsheets.

“I should just forget about Jeon Jungkook,” you mumbled.

Whatever.

Wasn’t like you were ever gonna see him again.

You dozed off.

Your phone vibrated against your chest.

“You idiot, you know you have no tolerance…”

“Noona, it was so fun, ahahaha…”

The air was cold. The sting of winter clung to his cheeks. He called out her name, feeling like the sound was drowned out by the cars and white noise in his head, but, once again, Jeon Jungkook completely forgot how loud he was.

Passersby jumped as he ran past clutching a guitar bag.

Her arms were wrapped around a blue-haired man who was dwarfing her frame. He looked half-asleep and too proud of himself but that was probably under the influence of alcohol and good vibes. She jolted, startled, her eyes widening as Jungkook skidded to a questionably close stop in front of them, nearly colliding into her.

In fact, he did.

“Woah!”

“Yah!”

He threw an arm out and around them, snapping back to hold the three of them up, pressing the guitar bag to her chest. There they were, a bundle of people who somehow ended up like this with a guitar cuddled between them, standing in the middle of the sidewalk at midnight with nightlife bystanders staring at them like they were all insane. At least Kang Hyungu was completely oblivious. Come to find out during dinner, he had low alcohol tolerance. Less than a soju bottle low. Welp. Nobody had believed him and he had given in a bit. At least he had the backup plan of a close friend picking him up. The group of guys had all stayed at the restaurant, making sure he was safe until she arrived, flushed and windswept, bowing repeatedly in thankfulness.

Therefore, Kang Hyungu was blissfully unaware of the sudden awkwardness of past lovers staring at each other with their stunned faces millimeters from each other.

Jungkook froze, holding her tight.

“H… His guitar…”

Her lips parted but no sound came out.

In his shock, he had only now realized she had removed her makeup. His heartbeat leapt to his throat, suddenly remembering how much he had loved the shape of her eyes and the color of her natural, full lips. How her cheeks seemed more filled out now. Healthier. Her skin glowed. He could almost…

Almost.

His body shivered.

She blinked, casting her eyes down. “Oh, shit, how could I forget… T-Thank you. He would be heartbroken without his precious guitar,” she breathed out quickly and exasperatedly, reaching up to grab the strap. “Thank you. Sorry to trouble you.”

“It’s o-okay…”

Jungkook reluctantly peeled away from her, taking a step back. There was an awkward moment of her still holding onto her friend and shouldering the guitar, juggling between the two. Even in that short moment, Jungkook realized Kang Hyungu must work out. He was not as light as he seemed. Instinctively, Jungkook reached out and held Hyungu’s shoulders when the guitar slipped from her narrow shoulder.

“Aw, fuck–”

Jungkook almost laughed at her puffed cheeks and under-the-breath swearing.

Almost, because his heart ached suddenly.

She had been so cute when she was mad, even if it was being taken out on him. He always thought that, so it had always been hard to argue when he was trying not to be in love with those cheeks.

“Sorry, I got him,” she sighed. “I’ll get him home even if I have to drag him.”

“I’ll help you, noona.”

She froze with her arms around another man. Her eyes darted and fixated on him.

Jungkook realized his mistake and also froze.

He had been calling her formally by name out of politeness until now. The same way strangers would address each other with no intention of ever meeting again. The honorific had just slipped out naturally. Or unnaturally, depending on how one considered the effects of alcohol. The blue-haired guitarist was half-asleep on her shoulder. There were only two conscious souls under this streetlamp on this cold night.

A diffused spotlight.

He sputtered. “S… Sorry, was that too informal…?”

Her gaze shifted. Were her cheeks pink from the crisp air or was it his eyes playing tricks on him? “No, it’s fine, I just…” She shook her head, swallowing hard. “It’s been a while since you… It’s okay,” she chuckled, the corner of her lips rising. “I mean, I would be pissed if you called me anything else. Our age difference is not that significant, but it’s there.”

“Y-Yeah.”

Was there hope in those shadowy eyes or was it all in his mind?

“Don’t you have to go home too?”

He grinned.

“Ah, I stay up until three in the morning every night anyway. Let’s get Hyungu-ssi home.”

Which was how you ended up on a bus with not-so-little-anymore Kang Hyungu snoring on your left shoulder and your past fling Jeon Jungkook on your right.

Awkward.

You clutched Hyungu’s guitar bag like your life depended on it. Actually, deep down you were kind of glad it somehow ended up this way. Being on a bus at midnight meant the crowd was the unpleasant kind. It must have been an odd sight. Sleeping Hyungu by the window, you in the middle seat holding a very expensive guitar, and Jungkook at the aisle being a great big buffer to keep the unsavory folk away. He was wearing a thick black parka over his charcoal sweat set, and he had his hood up to protect his ears from the cold.

For some reason, his jaw was clenched.

His eyebrows were furrowed too, giving him a very mean appearance for no reason. Or, at least, no discernable reason you could conclude. He wasn’t looking at anyone in particular as far as you could tell.

“Sorry about this,” you suddenly said.

Jungkook flinched and turned his head to look at you. Instantly, his expression burst into life, the stern expression melting away into sparkling big peepers and pink lips in a small ‘o’, making your breath catch as the small mole under his lip appeared.

You used to kiss that mole first before you kissed his lips.

Used to.

“Oh, it’s nothing,” he replied with a smile.

“I feel like I cut your night short.”

He gave you a lopsided grin, scratching his cheek. “Eh, I can go to the club or karaoke bar some other time. And maybe I need to not be so easily influenced, ahahaha…”

You hummed. “Guess you’re still the same, going along with our people’s suggestions.”

He puffed his cheeks. “No, I’m not. I’m here with you now, aren’t I?” he shot back.

Pause.

You both looked away at the same time.

Hyungu snored softly in your ear.

Thanks for that, man.

You tried to ignore the creeping goosebumps along your back. It was not the outside temperature. You were wearing your big black leather jacket over the black sweatshirt and jeans you yanked on to quickly get out the door. Your shoulder bumped into Jungkook’s as the bus stopped and let some passengers off. It was still a few stops yet of this awkwardness. For fuck’s sake, you were the older one. Come on. You resisted the urge to slap your own cheeks to get a grip. Nothing is going on here. The heart palpitations were in your head. Yeah. Totally.

“Thank you, again.”

You felt him shift, sitting up straighter. “I really don’t mind at all, noona.”

You sat up too, casting him a sideways half-smile.

He bit the left side of his lip, mumbling.

“I never minded doing anything for you.”

A strange tingling sensation danced over your scalp and down your shoulders. Sigh. He was doing this on purpose, right? One look and of course not. You shut your eyes. Maybe you could just make up a reason to hate him. You thought you had lost him under other bodies and darker nights and bad decisions. You thought he hated you for ending it the way you did, so coolly and unfeelingly. You thought.

“Have you been happy, Jungkook?”

You felt him hesitate. You could almost remember how he smelled back then. Like crisp linens and bright cotton. He loved fabric softener and similar clean scents. Have you been happy after me? You hoped so. In retrospect, you had been such a small, meaningless part in this winding road of life.

“I… I guess? I’m doing things I like to do. I feel like I’m able to live more freely, and I figure I can just… keep doing what I’m good at.”

You smiled.

“That’s good.”

You opened your eyes.

“What about you, noona?”

Have I been happy?

Did you even know what that meant? And yet you felt the weight of precious Hyungu’s head against your shoulder. Someone who relied on your good heart wholeheartedly. Never mind your opinion of if your heart was good or not, or even there. Happy? You went to work. You enjoyed your hobbies like music and games. You stayed home and shopped online when you were bored. You had the money to buy your favorite snacks and you had the luxury to have poor time management to eat them at midnight and wake up puffy the next day.

You had a very simple life that your younger self could barely dream of.

I don’t want to end up like my parents.

Was that why you didn’t want to be in a relationship?

“Noona?”

You looked up suddenly, noticing your surroundings. Quickly pulled on the cord to create the gentle bell tone.

“We need to get off here.”

Somehow, Jungkook ended up in a stranger’s corner apartment surrounded by vinyl, boxed CD albums, and music equipment. It was on a lower floor so at least they didn’t have to climb any stairs to get to the front door. The living room area was less like a living room and more like a half-music studio, complete with guitars, speakers, and a computer with lots of expensive looking music equipment around it. The surrounding walls had black foam squares taped neatly, even on the ceiling. The rest of the wall space was occupied by posters of various indie and mainstream bands. He was surprised to see the few plushies of penguins on the couch. Along the wall of the stairs were flyers that each had a corresponding nail that hung lanyards with plastic cards – artist passes. Festivals and concerts and such, each one containing a recurring name if he looked closely enough.

He, along with his past lover, helped the young man he had just met tonight into the bed in the loft area.

It was a small space.

Somehow, they managed being that close.

“Thanks, again,” she sighed, descending down the stairs in front of him. “You must be thirsty. There has to be some water around here.”

Somehow, Jungkook found himself standing in the hallways of a stranger’s apartment drinking a bottle of water as he watched the one who got away rip a memo note off a pad and scribble something down, finding a Pingu mug to sandwich it under.

Somehow.

She turned around and sighed, looking relieved. The guitar bag was on the sofa, safe and sound.

Then they stared at each other, realizing they were now alone.

Well, not alone.

Above them, Kang Hyungu was in dreamland.

“Ah…”

Her shoulders slumped.

“Sorry, I didn’t even ask how out of your way this was. I’ll pay for a taxi back.”

“Ah, no, that’s okay. I can make my way.”

“Don’t be like that,” she scolded, although not with much severity. “I can’t take advantage of your kindness.”

He paused, staring into her eyes. They hadn’t turned on too many lights. Enough to see, and then turned off most of them right away to avoid waking up the neighbors with the brightness. Only the warm bulb by the door was on now, illuminating them together.

“Noona, can I ask you something?” he asked softly, realizing his voice shook a little.

She lifted her head, pulling her hands out of her pockets.

“Yeah, of course. What is it?”

Have you ever been in love?

He looked at her, and he remembered the question she didn’t answer on the bus. They had been hurried and trying not to inconvenience anyone. Now that what about you was lost in the whirlwind of sights, sounds, in time past. Jungkook was pretty sure that he knew what the line of love and distraction was, but he found he had no real words to describe it. Only a feeling of sureness, just as he was sure that if he asked this question, have you ever been in love, he would be overstepping a boundary somehow.

Mostly because it seemed obvious.

And also because it was not fair to ask questions that he was personally invested in the answer and honestly didn’t know if he wanted to know the answer.

Had he ever been in love? Sure, although he knew it was always with the caveat of what he knew at the time and driven by the image painted by his own parents. A miracle that he had a chance to witness. He hadn’t really thought about how deeply seeing them interact affected him until he met her. She never spoke about her parents. It was like they didn’t exist. No photos, no calls, no casual drop-bys to hand over a home-cooked meal and say hi. In contrast, Jungkook had the unfortunately mortifying moment of being balls deep and then interrupted by his own mother right before the big finale. She just silently laughed while hiding behind the door as his mom attempted to enter his apartment, why are there clothes all over the floor, aish, I keep telling you that I didn’t teach you to be messy, and him trying to reassure her that everything was fine and he had to be somewhere soon.

Yeah.

Anyway.

It the time it had been embarrassing, but she had told him something that had, again, stuck with him for a long time after. You are lucky that she takes the time to bother you. Some people would do anything to have their parents care for their well-being just one more time. The realization had humbled him. Sorry. I didn’t know your parents passed away. But she had just shaken her head with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes.

No, Jungkook, they’re very much alive. They just never cared about me, ever.

He had felt very sorry then, but she had waved her hand and laughed.

Don’t be. I can’t miss something I’ve never had.

It was then that Jungkook realized that he believed in love because his parents were in love. It was later when Jungkook realized that he, too, had been in love, but this was only after he had stopped seeing her. Only after he stopped tasting her strong, concentrated flavor. The world had become a tasteless future despite all the color and saturation trying to grab his attention.

Because she had left.

It might have been short, but that time had been a forever-after packed into a few months.

Jungkook jumped as she tapped the back of his hand with her fingertip.

“Hello? Welcome back to Earth. Did you enjoy your time spacing out?”

She looked amused.

“Guess you haven’t changed from your random space-outs, heh,” she chuckled, taking his empty water bottle and tossing it in the recycling. Even removed the paper label and everything. “Come on. You shouldn’t be interrogating me in Hyungu’s apartment anyway.”

She ushered him out of the apartment and made sure to lock up behind herself. He wondered why she had a key. Then again, her and the guitarist were very clearly good friends. Jungkook wondered if it would still be like that if Hyungu or her started dating. Or, maybe not, if they ended up dating each other.

Suddenly, Jungkook felt incredibly helpless.

She bumped into him because he stopped walking, bouncing off. They were still in the narrow hallway, trying to be quiet so as not to disturb the neighbors at this late hour. The light in the hallway was warm and low. Not due to the night. More because the lightbulbs were generally old and shitty.

“Woah, what’s going on? You don’t know how to walk straight? Do you need a leash?” she whispered lightheartedly, coming around him.

He looked up.

It must have shown on his face because the playful laughter in her features immediately slipped away upon eye contact.

He had millions of unfair questions swirling in his mind, can we try again, is there something wrong with me, why did you leave me, and Jungkook knew he could ask none of them. For fuck’s sake, they had only just seen each other again tonight. He should just be happy they were together now, even in this platonic way. He should just be happy that she seemed healthy and content. He should just…

But you’ve always known me so well.

You aren’t hard to read, Jungkook, she used to laugh when they talked about how fast they had gotten into bed together.

She placed her hand on his elbow.

Dragged from his minty whirlwind memories and thrown into the present, Jungkook stared at her unreadable expression, but there were too many shadows and his vision was too clouded with what was.

“Come on. We can’t stay here,” she murmured gently, pulling him along.

“I’m not letting you go home alone. It’s not safe.”

“What do you think I’ve been doing all this time? Teleporting?” You scowled. “Besides, turns out your apartment is closer to here and mine is further down. It makes no sense for you to double back.”

One thing about Jeon Jungkook was that once he got an idea in his head, he was more stubborn than an ox. It was true back then when he was chasing after your ass and it was true right now. He was frowning at you and furrowing his eyebrows. The frustrated expression was broken by how big his dark brown eyes were.

“I keep telling you it’s not a big deal for me, noona. I don’t mind.”

“This isn’t about whether or not you mind,” you sighed grumpily. “It just doesn’t make sense. Fine. Fine, do whatever you want.”

Which was how you ended up in a taxi with Jungkook, crammed in the backseat of a tiny sedan with a grandpa who didn’t make small talk and blasted trot music. Well, it probably would have felt less tiny if Jungkook wasn’t right next to you like a big fabric blob. You hadn’t paid much attention to how crowded you had been on the bus since you were already weighed down by half-dead guitarist and his guitar. You had thought Hyungu had been playing up his drunkenness for the attention but he had thoroughly passed out by the time the bus had arrived. He was a lightweight so you weren’t super worried to leave him alone. Then again, you couldn’t tell Jungkook to get lost and leave you at another guy’s apartment, because what kind of message would that send?

Not that Jungkook’s opinion of how you spent your time mattered.

It had just felt rude, that was all.

You were kind of worried about him anyway. You witnessed him zoning out and simply standing there twice already. Boy was gonna get kidnapped one of these days. Sheesh. The car rolled to a stop. You paid the driver through the app and thanked him, getting a wordless nod in return. Cool. Opened the car door and climbed out, followed by a big shadowy blob.

Uh.

The car drove away.

“Jungkook, you should have asked him to drive you to your place,” you pointed out.

Those big brown eyes looked from your apartment complex to you. “Huh?”

Was the heck is on his mind? You sighed and pulled up the taxi app again. “Give me your address. I did say I’ll pay for it.”

“I, erm…”

You looked up at Jungkook’s uneasy tone. Confused. He looked uncomfortable and awkward, not really looking at you in the face.

“I kinda have to go.”

You blinked at him.

He waved his hands. “Eh, it’s fine. I’ll go find a bush or something. Um.”

“Jungkook, I’m not letting you pee in a bush. Do you see this place? You think they’ll let me continue living here after seeing on one of their cameras that my guest peed in a bush?”

He looked from the white walls to the stone fence to the black iron gate to the immaculately clean, very neatly trimmed, small ball-shaped bushes. They weren’t even knee-height. “I-I-I just don’t want you to t-think…” He shifted, wavering a bit. Eyes darting in every direction. “It was all the water and the alcohol earlier, um…” You sighed and turned around to punch in the code. “I didn’t want you to think I’m doing it on purpose.”

You paused.

Then you pushed the gate open and motioned him in.

“Come on before your piss yourself.”

Which was how you ended up sighing as you tossed your jacket onto your large charcoal sofa while Jungkook emptied his bladder in the bathroom of your apartment. At least you hoped that was what he was doing. You weren’t going to be a creep and try to listen for evidence. You flopped down, cozying into the soft but durable fabric. You wouldn’t have brought this couch if it wasn’t for the great deal and the ability for it to be modular, meaning you could lock the pieces together to make a bed and watch television, as well as also having the ability to make it look like an L-shaped sofa when you had guests over so that they didn’t know that you really put the potato in couch potato several times a week.

Hey.

Money well spent.

Of course, you usually only had very few guests over. Occasional one to warm the bed and maybe hosting Hyungu’s band members. Not at the same time. Duh. You weren’t trying to traumatize the five friends you had – Hyungu and the other four band members. Yeah. Wasn’t much, but they existed, even though they were busy right now being Korean men and all that. Soon, Hyungu would be egg-headed and off to duty too. You puffed out your cheeks. Temporary, of course, and yet.

Who knows what could happen?

You were always prepared to find yourself alone.

Wouldn’t be the first time to come home, only to realize home didn’t exist.

It never had.

You heard commotion and Jungkook reappeared, looking relieved. Probably because he was. “Sorry about that. I didn’t mean to…” He trailed off.

You stood up.

You were past the wishing phase. The pretending phase. Past the numbness and looking for promises when there were none. Expectation was only the precursor to disappointment, after all. To be honest, if it wasn’t for your carnal sex drive, you would be past the distractions too. Good to know you weren’t completely ready to throw in the towel yet. If it wasn’t for someone relying on you, you as well have chosen to fade away.

If it wasn’t for…

You made eye contact with Jeon Jungkook, even though you didn’t want to.

Before today, you really wouldn’t have cared about seeing someone you used to date. Past was in the past. You had made a lot of bad decisions. So far, they hadn’t come back to haunt you yet. As you stared into those big brown eyes, frozen in place by your sudden attention, you wondered what you could say to assure him that you were different from back then. You could admit it now. You could admit back then you were weaker than anybody else, fighting your own demons by running away, wondering what was wrong with you to have parents who fought every day and did everything to run away from their internal struggles except the solution of divorce, and you could admit now that you took out that loss on everyone else around you, all the while knowing the reality.

That was just how life was, sometimes.

Life didn’t know fair and unfair. People made choices without caring about the consequences all the time. You didn’t care enough back then, because you knew you wouldn’t know what to do if they cared back. You knew you could never be beloved when you had nothing and no one to call home.

I don’t want to avoid reality, even if I’m afraid.

The past memories flickered like a whirling panorama – Jungkook nervous in front of you, trying to ask about how the automated system worked so he could get ramyeon with the soft-boiled egg at the PC bang in the dead of night. Playing computer games with him, laughing because he wasn’t very good but still trying for some reason. Learning that he wasn’t doing very well in university and that he was trying to do the escapism thing while working on his video editing business on the side. Sharing a bed with him, not saying anything about how all your belongings only fit in one duffel bag. He didn’t have to know. His face between your hands. Kisses that took his worries away. Body to body, warm for the first time in a long time. Your fingertips walking up his chest, all the way to his rattling heartbeat, turning a simple night into a fantasy.

The thought of your actions having any positive effect seemed foreign and impossible.

But maybe that was the victim mentality talking.

“Can I ask you something, Jungkook?”

He looked surprised. “M…Me?”

You hooked your thumbs into the belt loops of your jeans, doing something with your hands so they wouldn’t fidget about. Even now, he was the same. There was still this persistent innocence about him, stubbornly sticking around as if he could be young forever. He still believed in something, even if life kept trying to tell him time and time again that it wasn’t true.

“Do you still have feelings for me?”

You saw the whirlwind flash through his eyes.

Guilt. Nervousness. Uncertainty. Helplessness, wondering if he was asking for something that could never be given. He was still so easy to read. Those big brown eyes couldn’t hide anything and it wasn’t his nature to lie. There were stars in his eyes.

Those stars were tears.

“You said… You said you can’t feel love,” he shuddered, blinking hard.

There wasn’t much space between you and him. Somewhere around a meter. But it felt like light-years of desolate space and sudden heartache from a heart you weren’t sure you had. Maybe you were born with one, but all flowers wither with no care. You were the desert and he was the ocean, at least in the emotional sense.

You wanted to insist.

I can know love!

But, could you?

You collected a breath and nodded. “I wanted to say I’m sorry for back then. For using you, even though you probably don’t think you were used. For breaking the unspoken promise I couldn’t understand.”

Jungkook looked back at you. His voice small, stranded and lost.

“I have never fallen in love after you, noona.”

You were different now, you told yourself, but maybe you weren’t really and that was the problem.

“It’s impossible to fall in love when I have always been in love with you.”

You opened your mouth to tell him that was silly. It had only been a couple months. You hadn’t even really been that attentive. It had been a short-lived romance, if you could call fucking constantly and gaming at the PC bang at three in the morning that. A fleeting gratification. A sharp burst that lit up the timeline of a very long and eventful life that Jeon Jungkook would have. Nothing more.

Just…

A pop of peppermint gum.

You had meaningful relationships. Ones that taught you things about yourself and people. Maybe even ones that other people could consider love, depending on what their definition was.

But, then there was…

Jungkook.

You opened your mouth to tell him he was silly but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it.

Had it been love?

And could it still be love?

“You… You don’t even know what I’m like now,” you blew out, suddenly feeling winded. “I could be a total asshole.” You looked away, tucking your tongue in your cheek.

“But I helped you make sure you got your friend and his guitar home safe?” Jungkook questioned, sounding confused. “Would a total asshole would do that?”

“I don’t know,” you rambled, not so sure about anything anymore. “I mean… you’ve only just met me again after how long?”

“A really long time,” Jungkook answered, frown in his tone.

“Yeah, exactly.” You latched on, not caring that he didn’t even calculate it. “How do you know it’s not rose-tinted glasses and all that?”

He shrugged. Glanced at you. “I don’t really think I have the brainpower for that, noona.”

You stared at him.

Jungkook shrugged again.

You shook your head. “You can’t say that about yourself.”

He scratched his cheek, looking sheepish. “At least I know where I’m still lacking?”

You let out an exasperated sigh. “No, you–”

He beat you to it.

“Do I have to understand?”

You froze, realizing you had taken a few steps towards him, perhaps in hopes of shaking some sense into him. This was crazy. This didn’t make any sense. This was only a coincidence turned convoluted by memories, tangled emotions, circumstance…

“My mind might forget, but my body always remembered. There is only you for me.”

Your head snapped up, seeing his soft smile. The recall was so fierce that it was déjà vu, except you had been the one with the gentle smile and he had been the one lost, wondering if you were afraid of losing his love. Now. His short black hair a little windswept, his dark brown eyes a little glassy, and yet he smiled at you, mole peeking out from under the center of his lower lip. Do I have to understand? To understand was to know and to know was to be sure that you were in love, except that you said so yourself that sometimes the thoughts didn’t quite catch up to the heart.

He looked embarrassed, abruptly looking away, letting out a shaky breath.

“It’s just… I think I knew it all along but, even if I know, it doesn’t mean I can change your mind, ha… ha, can you imagine, running off to track you down, you would just think I’m crazy, and if I jeopardized your happiness for my own selfishness, I don’t think I could live with myself… and, anyway…”

He wasn’t really looking at anything anymore.

“Even if what I wanted was ugly, our time was beautiful.”

You stepped forward.

“It’s a common, basic story, isn’t it? My wish for us to be exceptional is too foolish,” Jungkook laughed weakly. Rambling. Speaking from his heart but still unable to focus on the present.

You reached forward.

“I wanted everything about you. I still do.”

Your fingertip touched his cheek.

“Don’t cry,” you finally said.

He froze.

You wiped away a fallen star, the overhead lights of your apartment catching the tears before Jungkook even realized they were there. You brushed the droplet away, but they were falling, falling, and he turned his head, still not really registering what was happening, even as the base of your palms pressed into his cheeks and swept his tears away, quickly breathless as you were captured by the universes entangled in his eyes. You could feel the wetness on your skin. The shudder in his breath. His hands came up to touch your wrists, and you still believed you couldn’t be enough for him, even now, but your body responded on its own, cradling his face, bringing him to you.

“Please don’t cry,” you said again, softly, and realized you said it because, a long time ago, you would have done anything to have someone tell you that in the past, please don’t cry. So, you told Jungkook instead.

He was someone as precious as a memory.

And, yes, even if your thoughts didn’t catch up right away, you pulled him to you, body to body, feeling him shiver, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, this isn’t very manly of me, and like clockwork you told him to shut up and cry, holding him because you remembered he liked to be held. You had told him back then that you weren’t really the type to cuddle, but he had finally confessed late one night that he yearned to be close to you, even if only for a little while, and that he had been afraid to admit it in fear of pushing you away. So, you relented, if only to comfort him and make him happy.

Is that love?

“It’s okay to cry,” you murmured gently, stroking his hair. “It’s just not okay to cry alone.”

He buried his eyes into your shoulder and wept.

He was still in his jacket, swamping you with his frame and excess layers. You placed your arms around his waist under his parka, feeling his warm and shaking frame, gently placing your hands on his shoulder blades.

“I’m sorry… I-I don’t k-know why I’m c-crying…”

“Shh…”

You tugged him along. Step by step, and made him sit on the sofa with you, curled up in a tangle of limbs with your hands on his back. His body was hot from emotion, and he pulled his arms out of his jacket to wipe his nose and eyes with his hoodie sleeves, still not looking at you, and you gave him the privacy, not looking at him either, only holding him as close as possible and keeping his parka on his shoulders, covering you and him together.

“T-This wasn’t how… I t-thought… how I would be hugging you a-again…” Jungkook sobbed quietly, leaning his forehead against your shoulder.

You held him close.

“Yeah, well, nothing is really turning out how you or I planned it. Mostly because neither of us had a plan to begin with.”

He laughed, albeit feebly and wetly, but you just smiled and placed your hand on his head again, running your fingers through his hair. You didn’t have a grand speech planned. You didn’t even really know the right words to say or the correct way to organize your thoughts. You simply leaned him against you, nestled in the cushions, and kept your arms wrapped around him for a long, long time.

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#jungkook x reader #bts smut #jungkook x you #jeon jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook x you

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kiwisluv · 5 months

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i think i've mentioned something similar on here with kylian but imagine situationship/cocky mf! jude sending you a ridiculous sum of money to get your attention when you're ignoring his texts or being petty- everyone knows he has the money so what's the harm in him using it to his advantage sometimes?

Situationship Jude who swears he wants to be more than casual but you don’t trust him based on his actions and knowing his history

He’s unashamed when he’s feeling needy and missing you, not afraid to send text after text asking what you’re doing and why you’re not with him

None of your friends know about him because as much as you refuse to admit it, you liked the thing you two had going on and didn’t want attention over Jude’s status to mess up your dynamic

So one Saturday night, you’re at the club with friends trying not to think too much about Jude because you find your thoughts wandering to him too much for your liking

You were giving him the silent treatment because the night before you had seen him chatting to another girl at the club. It didn’t seem like anything serious or overly sexual but it was enough to make you jealous - which you would never admit out loud - so you decided to play hard to get for a little while. When he had called you after the club that night, you declined his calls and answered his messages bluntly, telling him you were going to bed. Alone.

So now you’re in the club, getting the chance to see some girlfriends you hadn’t spent time with in a while. Your group is at a VIP table, taking shots and drinking an assortment of cocktails as you drunkenly chat about this and that, some of the girls bringing guys to the table to join in. A few guys had approached you throughout the night but you stayed polite and made it clear you weren’t interested. Some of your friends questioned why you weren’t flirting with anyone, but you reassured them that you just weren’t in the mood to deal with men tonight.

Your phone had been buzzing repeatedly for the past hour, different messages from Jude lighting up the screen, telling you he was at home, that he missed you, that he wanted you to keep him company. Reading the messages made a little knot tighten at the bottom of your tummy, but you stuck to the promise you made yourself of not entertaining his advances. As you sat at the table, though, you still found your mind drifting to the thought of Jude when your friends mentioned something that reminded you of him.

At some point, you go to the bar to get the next round for the table, and among coming back with drinks, you see a couple of your girlfriends looking at you with squinted eyes and exasperated faces.

You nervously ask them what they’re looking at, and one hands you your phone that you left on the table, with a new notification from your banking app at the top of the screen.

You immediately blush at the notification, which states that £5,000 has been transferred into your account by J. Bellingham. The thought of Jude sending money to get your attention made you internally roll your eyes, as it wasn’t his first time playing that card. He knew you would protest the gift and did it on purpose to get you riled up. However, as your friends sat there looking at you questioningly, you had no idea how to explain the transfer to them in a normal way.

They berated you with questions, like who sent the money, why on earth it was so much, and why the name was suspiciously close to that of star footballer Jude Bellingham

“What, is Jude Bellingham your sugar daddy on the low?” one of the friends joked sarcastically, but when your eyes drifted to your lap she gasped loudly.

You ended up having to explain your situationship, making your friends promise not to tell anyone since you wanted to keep it mostly a secret. The girls were hardcore fangirling, in amazement that their friend had bagged a real life celeb. You explained that he doesn’t normally send you money, he was just trying to get your attention, and the girls went crazy over his gift. They ask why you’re ignoring him and roll their eyes at your pettiness over what happened at the club the night before. When you explain your hesitancy in taking things further with Jude they all act like you’re silly and try to talk some sense into your head because just from the messages they read they can tell that Jude seems to care about you more than you’re letting on. Your friends know now why you’ve been in a reserved mood all night, and they’re encouraging you to leave and go see him. You’re almost offended that they suggest you bail on girls’ night but they absolutely insist that you need to “go get your man”

You eventually let them talk you into leaving the club after making plans to debrief over coffee the next morning. You hug and kiss them all goodbye before hastily exiting the club, trying to fight back the smile growing on your face. Once on the street, you dial Jude’s number and wait as the phone rings. It barely rings twice before the man answers the phone.

“I’d hate to think you just want me for the money, Y/n,” he says smugly, met by a scoff from you. “Are you going to pick me up from this club or not?”

just some rambling 😁

#jude bellingham #real madrid #jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham headcanons #jude bellingham imagine

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dahliamalfoy97 · 1 year

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THRONE- Douma au, Douma x reader x a little bit of Akaza

Synopsis: the reader is a devoted follower of the demon Prince Douma and is helplessly in love with him and simply just wants to please him. Eventually Akaza joins in on the fun.

Warning: 18+ SMUT, MDNI, very kinky and very hardcore smut so please proceed with caution. Dacryphilia, masochist kink, exhibitionist kink, Praise kink, Degrading kink, choking, slapping, spitting, blowjobs, oral sex, penetration, double penetration, anal sex, murder, all sorts of dirty things so again please proceed with caution. And please enjoy!

You made your way to the throne room, with the prince's favorite dinner. You were a servant of Prince Douma, the current heir to the Demon Kingdom.

He had kidnapped you from your family and had forced you to serve him however he pleased. But to be honest your family had been horrible and had been close to selling you a sex slave in order to make a living. But before they could do that. Prince Douma had invaded your home, slaughtered your family and took you in as his own personal servant. But unlike your family, all you had to do for him was serve him food, run errands and sometimes kill people for him. He never touched you in anyway. And provided you with the finest clothes. All made of silk. And despite him being your captor, you couldn't help but be grateful to him. He had saved you.

He had a reputation for being evil, killing for fun. A true devil. But you never saw him as that. Actually you kind of got off on his sadistic side. Something about his dark side drew you to him. You found yourself often dreaming about him at night. Wanting to serve him in other ways.

You'd do anything for him.

Right now you wore a red silk kimono. His favorite color. There were slits for both legs to slide through. Your breasts peaked through the neckline, and a sash barely kept you clothed. You wanted to take your service to the next level. Your long hair was done up in a messy bun so your neck was exposed.

His eyes immediately focused on you, the minute you entered. Those rainbow eyes scanned you up and down shamelessly, as he sat in his usual casual position. Legs spread out, laid back, and his elbow perched on the armrest. While his face rested in the palm of his hand. His silver hair fell in waves to his waist. He was dressed in a red sweater , a white kimono and red silky pants. He was beautiful in a deadly way. Like a snake luring you into his trap. But you weren't afraid. Nothing would stop the unhealthy rapid way your heart pounded in your chest.

"Hello little lamb," he greets in that musical lilt of his.

"Hello, my Lord ," you bowed your head as you nearer the steps to his throne.

"You are dressed quite lovely today," he notes, "red is my favorite color and I love it even more now seeing it on you."

"Thank you, my Lord."

"But I didn't summon you, so what brings you here?"

You bite your lip, "I want to serve you better, my lord."

You glance up to see his eyes widen with curiosity, "but you are already my best servant."

You can't help but blush, "I think you're being modest."

He tilts his head, rainbow irises turning into crescents, "I mean you do everything I tell you without hesitation or complaint- despite what I did to your family."

"My family deserved their face," you said protest, "you saved me, honestly."

At this he laughs, "ever so gracious too, and brave. Most humans would fear me, especially with my appetite for blood and other things. But you? You look at me like I hung the moon and stars in the sky, and I can't help but find you adorable. So as in a thanks to being my most loyal servant, I will reward you, tell me do you want new dresses? Money?"

You shake your head, taking a bold step up the steps that lead up to his throne, he watches with newfound interest and amusement. But something else flashed in those vibrant eyes.

Once you get to the top, you kneel down in between his legs, "no, my lord dresses and money will never compare to giving you great pleasure if you let me."

He reaches forward gripping your chin, with a thoughtful expression, heat coursed through your veins at the mere touch. All it took was one simple touch and you knew you were a mess down below. You ached for him in places that no man had gone before. "Just know if you do this, you're forever bound to me. Which means your soul, your pussy, everything, belongs to me. For all eternity."

You nod, "I know that's all I want. All I've ever wanted was to be yours."

"That's awfully, bold but you've never been a meek one, i know you crave my darkness," he says, his normally tenor voice just slightly lower, his hand caresses you cheek softly, tracing down to your exposed neck, a predatory grin surfaces that shoots straight to your throbbing core. You bite your lip.

"Please my lord," you plead softly, "I'd do anything for you."

"Anything? Hmm?"

You nod.

"Would you kill for me?"

"Absolutely."

He chuckles, "would you die for me?"

"Of course."

"And would you sell your soul, possibly become a demon in order to be with me?"

"Is that even a question?"

"Well?" He pushes, his hand trailing back up to your chin, his thumb brushing along the bottom of your lip.

"Fuck yes," you hiss.

He laughs, pleased, "good, than you may proceed, little lamb. Please me and I might reward you."

You nod eagerly, you trail your hand up his thigh, continuing until you reach your destination. You palm him through the silky fabric. To your surprise he's already hard underneath your touch. Massive too. You glance up at him wide eyes in shock.

"Yes, little lamb, that's what you do to me every day, you're not the only one that wants this, especially when you're wearing my favorite color. Making me want you even more."

With this new found encouragement, you hastily undo his buckle. Tugging his pants down, you grip his hard length and pull it out. Gripping it with your small hands. His mere size was alone to make your mouth water. Long, thick and veiny. You stroke him, feeling him, mesmerized by the hot heavy feeling.

"Like what you see?" He chuckles, those bright orbs teasing.

“Absolutely,” you murmur, “you’re massive.”

Slowly, you bend your head down and take his head in his mouth. He hitches a breath when run the seam of your lips long his crown. Up and down in a teasing manner. His hands lace with your hair to pull it out of your face. But they remain there in tight grip. You feel him pulsing in your hand as you slowly lick down the side of his shaft and back up again before going up to suck the tip in lightly, causing his precum to leak out to which you immediately flick your tongue over to taste. Letting his salty cum coat your tongue.

“You’re doing so well,” he praises. You continue this light teasing of grazing his shaft with your lips and going back to suck on his tip, soft moans falling out of his lips as he stares at you. His usual rainbow irises have darkened with lust. You continue to gather precum and saliva to slide it up and down his cock. Gripping the base of his cock you bring in the tip even further into your mouth. Slacking your jaw so you can take him in further. His thick girth stretching your lips wide, as continuing to suck his crown and sucking the underside of his cock. Glancing up, he was turning into a moaning mess. You stroke him as you continue to play with him, sucking and licking along his length. Letting your teeth graze his hot veins lightly, causing him to groan.

“Who knew that the little lamb would be such a fucking tease.”

You look at him wide with innocent eyes but there’s a small smirk. Focusing back on his cock, you force yourself to take it in deeper. Choking slightly at the stretch. You pull off only to take him in some more, finally when it seems like he’s in all the way, to where he hits the back of your throat, you begins bobbing your head up and down. Gagging each you go all the way down. Your nose hitting his pubic bone. His moans going higher and becoming more loud encourage you to go faster.

“Fuck, that’s a good little lamb,” his cracks slightly. “Your mouth is made for my cock. It takes it so well.”

His words of praise shoot straight to your core. You reach between your skirt. To which you have no panties underneath which catches his attention. Watching as you start to play with yourself.

“Does your pretty little cunt need some attention too, little lamb?”

You only can hum in response.

“Do you want me to fuck your needy pussy?”

Again you can only hum for your mouth is stuffed full, he tsks in disapproval. Without warning he roughly yanks your head off his cock, chuckling as a string of saliva connected to your lips and his cock. Before his gaze darkens.

“I asked you a question, slut.”

You whimper as he degrades you in that musical lilt of his. He grips your chin roughly. Before forcefully pushing your mouth back on his cock, pushing your head all the way down, causing you to gag. Tears stream down at the sudden brutality but it only turned you on even more to see the true sinister look in his eyes. To see that usual smiling face shift into something dark and cunning.

“What can’t answer because your mouth is too full of my cock?” He mocks. Yanking your head up and then forcing it down again. Seeming to get pure satisfaction of you struggling to take his cock each time. “What a pathetic slut.”

He begins thrusting up into your mouth. The back of his hitting the back of your throat harshly. Not letting you adjust at all, he laughs when you gag and cry, not letting up on his brutal assault on your mouth.

He grips your throat squeezing slightly with his long hands, causing you to choke at the sudden lack of air.

“It’s so fûcking entertaining seeing you choke on my cock, your tears also turn me on so much.” He smirks. “ you cry so pretty for me.”

You’re dripping now, you could feel your arousal pooling on the ground at his rough manhandling.

“Are dripping down there?” He taunts, “I can smell your arousal. Tell me, do you like me being rough with you and using you like the dirty whore you are ?”

“Mhfffm”

He chokes you again, “I can’t hear slut, you’re mouth is full. Didn’t your parents ever teach you to not talk with your mouth full?”

You whimper at his words, loving how he taunted you.

Soon he’s shooting down your mouth, tugging you off of him. Forcing your mouth open, “fûcking swallow everything.”

You immediately obey making sure to swallow every drop and morsel of his cum. Then opening your mouth wide to show him.

He smirks, “good girl. Now get up and strip for me.“

You shakily stand up, and begin stripping. Slowly. Teasing him even further. Smirking at the way his eyes darken again. Noticing he was still fully dressed aroused you even more. Soon you are completely bare before him.

“No panties and no bra,” he muses, resting his chin in his hands taking you in lazily but that darkness lingered in those rainbow depths. “What a slut for practically strutting around my castle naked, begging to be fucked.”

“I only did this for you, my Lord,” you reply softly.

His grin widens, “of course you did. Because you’re not just a slut. You’re my slut.”

He stands up, sheds out of his own clothes and stalks to you like a predator assessing his prey. He’s beautifully pale. Every inch of him seems to be perfectly molded, from his well muscled chest, to his thin waist and thick thighs and long hard cock, that stood angrily and taut against his stomach. Your mouth waters at how beautiful he is. His hand caresses your your cheek, running along your neck and down your tits. He runs a finger over the hardened nubs. Pinching between his finger and thumb.

“So fucking gorgeous,” suddenly he’s behind you. Pressing your backside against his naked front. Pushing his hard cock against your ass. You moan feeling it poke and taunt you. He presses you against him. Biting you ear, smirking when you writhe against him, crying out. His hands run down your front caressing your tits, teasing them as he kneeds them before continuing a path down to your aching cunt.

“P-please my Lord,” you plead breathlessly.

“Please what ?” He taunts. “What do you want slut?”

“Please fuck me,” you whimper, “I need you to fuck me.”

“Hmm let me think about it,” he hums, “I think I want to tease you more. I love feeling trapped against me. Writhing like a helpless little lamb, waiting so desperately to be devoured. It makes me feel so good and so powerful.”

“Please,” you beg.

“But I’m not done playing with you yet,” with out warning he begins teasing your clit with his fingers. Rubbing it, causing you to buck and squirm against him. “So helplessly wet,” he chuckles darkly. “I bet I don’t even need to prep you. I can slide my cock into you with ease because you’re so wet and willing for me.”

To taunt you even more, he slides his cock in between your thighs. Running it back and forth along your aching seams. But not enough to go in. It was pure torture the way he teased your pussy. You were aching for him and he knew it, yet he continued to torture you with his cock.

“Please,” you sob on the verge of losing whatever insanity you had left. This man was driving you crazy. Crazy with need and desire. “Just fuck me already.”

Chuckling he ignores your plea, abruptly inserting a long finger into your walls. You instantly cry at the sudden intrusion. But with your wetness, your cunt sucked him in easily.

“See? You don’t need to be prepped. You’re all ready for me to fuck.”

You have no chance to breath or speak as he suddenly slides into you all in one go. Not giving your tight walls any chance to adjust before he immediately starts to drill into you. Instantly, you become a sobbing mess as he slams into you with such brutal, animalistic speed. Nothing human in the way he moves. Harsh and unforgiving. Relentless hard thrusts.

“Ohmygodohmygod,” you sob, reaching out to hold into something. But there was nothing but him to hold you up. He had full security and control of your body.

“You are so fûcking tight for me,” he grunts. “Such a perfect little plaything for me to fuck and destroy. I’m going to fuck pussy every day. Going to fuck it dumb so all it can think about is me and how I make it feel.”

“Please,” you mumble, “please use me as your plaything. Please my lord, fuck me dumb,”

He chuckles darkly, “of course you want me to fuck you stupid, because you’re nothing but a desperate little slut. My slut to fuck.”

He continues ramming into you without mercy, he wraps his hand around your throat again squeezing.

“Repeat after me,” he demands. “Say you’re my slut to fuck.”

But all you can manage is garbled words as he cuts off your airway. Which is he wants so he can mock and torture you some more.

He lets go of your throat, slapping your face, “fûcking answer me bitch. You’re my slut to fuck.”

“Y-you’re my slut to fuck,” you repeat, drunk and out of your mind.

He cackles before choking you again, “wrong words, sweetheart. Try that again. You’re my slut to fuck.”

“I’m your slut to fuck!” You scream out.

“There you go, there’s a good slut, my slut,” he slows his pace slightly, torturing you with slow strokes going deeper and deeper. As if he’s searching for something, you immediately moan and he smirks, knowing he’s found it. “You take my cock so well. I can feel you clenching around me, so I know you’re close, sweetheart.”

All you can do is nod.

“Beg for me to let you cum,” he orders, choking you again.

“Please,” you plead once more. “Let me cum.”

With a smirk, he quickens his pace, before bringing his mouth to the corner of your neck. Fangs graze your skin, before sinking in. You scream out the delicious pain of his bite and his hard thrusts of pleasure send you into a crashing wave of pleasure. You feel him releasing into you, hot and heavy. Filling your hole with every inch of his cum.

With a flash he detaches his mouth. He picks up and throws you onto his throne, he positions you so you’re sitting facing him. He yanks at your legs pushing them up so they’re perched on the armrests and you’re stretched and exposed for him to see. He’s quickly sinking to his knees, pulling you forward so you’re sitting on the edge. He runs a finger along your swollen wet clit.

“What a delicious sight, all ready for me to eat.” Instantly, he’s on you. Lapping and sucking in your clit, devouring you like a starving man. “So fûcking delicious,” he growls, against your clit his rainbow irises fix on you, never letting up as he eats you out. You cry out and arch your back at the overwhelming pleasure for you were still sensitive from your previous orgasm.

“Douma,” you choke in between moans. “Don’t stop.”

“Never,” he growls. “As a demon, I can never go to heaven, but fuck, you are my heaven. My little dirty Angel. You taste so fucking divine and your pretty little noises are my salvation. I am never letting you go and I will never stop devouring this pussy. I can’t get enough.”

And you get lost in the overwhelming pleasure of him feasting on you with such fervor, you can’t help but grind on his face. Wanting as much friction. Desperate for that release again. It’s when he inserts two fingers that you completely lose it, once again being overstimulated by his tongue and his fingers curling within you, stretching you out again- you don’t notice the doors to the throne room opening, footsteps sound, causing you both to freeze and look at the intruder.

“Who dares to interrupt my meal?” Douma demands in annoyance. But you push his face down to continue. Not wanting him to stop. His rainbow irises flicker with pride and obeys your command, he resumes his feast on your cunt.

You watch in amusement as the stranger continues to walk in. It was one of his followers. But there was so many of them, that you couldn’t remember his name but that didn’t matter.

“I’m sorry to interrupt,” the follower stammers, “but we have an emergency.”

“And what is this emergency?” You press, in a mocking manner. Grinding your hips shamelessly on Douma’s mouth. You could feel your high building with each thrust of his tongue and fingers.

“Prince Akaza is here,” the idiot keeps his gaze averted and looking on the ground.

“Tell him he can wait,” you speak. “We’re are a bit busy at the moment.”

“Who are you to give orders? Human?” The follower hisses. “Just because you’re warming the Prince’s bed doesn’t mean you can give orders.”

Douma stills and turns to glare at the man, “that is your Queen you’re disrespecting, if she tells you we are busy and that royal asshole can wait then I suggest you fucking listen and show some fucking respect!”

“But but-“

“Fuck off,” you snap, pissed that you’re orgasm was being delayed by some idiot.

“But-“

You pick up the dagger that’s sitting on the table next to the throne and hurl it at the follower. It imbeds itself in his throat causing him to choke and for blood to fill up. He claws at his throat in weak attempts to get it out but ends up ripping it out and falling to the floor in heap. Lifeless.

“Sorry he was getting on my nerves,” you look down at Douma who’s staring at you with intent, suddenly feeling shy at what you had done.

He grips your chin and pulls you into a kiss, “don’t apologize, sweetheart. You had every right to kill that fucker, he was disrespecting you. And interrupting our time together and you handled it perfectly.”

Your eyes widen, “really?”

“Yes. You’re fûcking sexy being all cold and demanding. Being ruthless and unforgiving. You’re everything I need as my Queen.”

“Then I’m not sorry for killing him.”

“How did it feel?” He questions softly, going to sink fingers in your cunt again, causing you to arch and writhe against his fingers.

“So fûcking good,” you moan.

He grins, “Atta girl!”

That’s all it takes for you to come undone around his fingers. But that doesn’t stop him from lapping up your cum from your cunt. Sucking all of your juices with a satisfying hum.

Suddenly, he’s manhandling you once more. Picking you up and sitting down with you on his lap, “go ahead and ride me, Sweetheart.”

You nod happily, as you hook your legs around his waist, straddling him. You take a hold of his still hard cock and line it up with your slit, teasing him lightly. Before sinking down onto him in one go. You sit for a moment, reveling in the way he stretches you out in this new position. You could feel every vein and inch of his skin against yours. You swirl your hips a little wanting to feel every inch of him stretch you out.

“God,” you moan in a shaky breath.

“That’s right, I am your god,” he cooes, tauntingly. “Now take your god’s cock and worship it with that deliciously tight cunt of yours. “

You smirk as you begin riding him, going jo and down his shaft, taking him in deeper with each bounce. You’re smirk falling into moan as you continue to fuck yourself on him. You lean forward connecting your lips with his, capturing them in a hungry, needy kiss. To encouraged with his own. Your tongues dance in violent battle both of you fighting for dominance but he immediately win. Smirking when you whine in defeat, but also loving how easily he took control of you. You wanted him to have full control. You wanted to give him all your love.

“You feel so amazing squeezing around my cock and you look stunning as you fall apart riding me, I love it,” he murmurs against your lips.

“I love it too,” you whine softly, your movements slowing down as you can feel yourself tiring and shaking around him, “I love you, Douma.”

He laughs and starts fucking up into you, gripping your hips tightly, to help brace you.

“Of course you do, I love you too.”

The doors the throne room open again but neither of you stop. Not wanting to be interrupted again.

“Don’t stop,” Douma growls, choking you again as he repeatedly slams into you from below. Let him watch how good I own this pussy.”

You moan and choke in response.

“Of course this is why you’re ignoring me,”’a deep annoyed voice calls out. This one more bold and cocky than the other intruder. “Ignoring your Princely duties to fuck a whore. How typical of you Douma.”

“That’s right she is my whore and not yours, Akaza,” Douma taunts, you, yourself can’t help but smirk. Glancing a smug grin over your shoulder at the other demon Prince. Something like disgust and slight arousal flickers in those yellow eyes of his.

“Well I can’t blame you,” Akaza says indifferently. But his eyes are dark with lust. “She’s fûcking stunning.”

“That’s because this whore, is My Queen, and she’ll be ruling by my side from now on.”

“I see,” Akaza murmurs. “Well I’ll come back to talk you again when you’re finished.”

“You sure you don’t want to join us?” Douma mocks. “You sure to be enjoying the show. She’ll probably happily take another cock. Isn’t that right, my little lamb?”

The purple haired demon prince is behind you in a flash, palming his hard tent through his pants. He was hot too, with pale skin and blue markings running down his face and exposed torso.

“Do you want me to?” He asks, taking your chin and forcing you to look af him as Douma lazily continues to pound into you below.

You nod, “yes. Yes please.”

He smirks, “well since you beg so nicely.”

You watch with half kids as he pulls his cock out of his pants. He lifts his fingers to your mouth.

“Suck,” he orders.

You oblige, taking his fingers into your mouth sucking on them and coating them with your saliva. He shoves them in deep, causing you to choke and your eyes do water. He removes them only to pry your mouth open again and spits in your mouth. You immediately swallow. He grins darkly.

“Isn’t she a perfect little slut?” Douma cooes, bucking his hips into you a little more brutal this time. Causing you to scream, your voice hoarse.

“Fucking gorgeous,” Akaza growls, he begins stroking his cock with your saliva coating his hands. He reaches in between where your cunt and Douma’s cock meet. Gathering the cum that is forming around and using it to brush along your asshole, feeling it eagerly flutter at his touch. Then he slowly begins pushing a finger in.

“Oh fuck,” you both hiss together.

“You’re so fucking warm and tight, Princess,” Akaza growls, “I can’t wait to stretch this pretty pink hole out and make it bleed.”

You whimper at his lewd words only turning you on even more. Plus Douma was still fucking your pussy relentlessly. He enters another finger, and then a third your hole scissoring and stretching you out even more.

“You want that hmm?” Akaza smirks, “you want me to make this tight little hole bleed?”

“Yes, please,” you sob.

He laughs, “so pathetic”.

Douma brings you in for a kiss just as Akaza line his tip at your hole, before slamming into you at full force. You immediately fall apart as your stuffed completely. Douma in your pussy and Akaza in your ass. Both destroying your insides without any of mercy.

“Oh fuck fuck fuck,” you scream, “I’m so full-feels so fucking good.”

“Such a greedy little cock slut, begging to be stuffed with two cocks? What mine isn’t enough? You need his too?” Douma laughs cruelly, “what a fucking greedy little bitch.”

You whine in protests.

“That’s right, scream for us,” Akaza growls, “scream so everyone can hear what a little cock whore you are.”

Soon enough, the overwhelming pleasure of being filled with two cocks and two demons manhandling you with such brutality, the pleasure becomes too much and you’re coming around them.

“That’s right, make a mess,” Douma laughs. “Cum all over us.”

Soon Douma is shooting his own load into you, you both watch in satisfaction as it fills you up. After a few more grunts and thrusts. Akaza follows soon after, not wasting a single second emptying his seed into your asshole. When demons are satisfied with you being filled to the brim with their cum, they pull out. You immediately feel yourself clenching at sudden emptiness, wanting to be filled again but your body was too tired to go again. Even though you knew you’d let them fuck you unconscious if you could.

“Thanks for joining us, Akaza,” you murmur tiredly.

“Looks like I’ll have to visit you two more often,” Akaza grunts, as he tucks himself back in his pants.

“You’re welcome anytime,” Douma says.

Shortly, Akaza leaves, Douma presses a soft kiss on your forehead before scooping you up.

“You did so well for me, my little lamb, now let’s get you cleaned up.”

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