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the weekend | jjk

⇢ PAIRING: dilf!jk x babysitter reader

⇢ RATING/GENRE: m/18+ | fwb, sm*t, angst

⇢ WC: 13.8k

⇢ WARNINGS: alright boyz strap in bc it's a doozy lmao, protected s*x, multiple org*sms (m & f), or*l s*x (m receiving), face f*ck, f*ngering, rough s*x, face slapping, sp*nking, exh*bitionism, sir k*nk, t*tty f*ck, t*tty sucking (duh), body piercings (n*pples), age gap (reader is 23 and jk is like 30), infid*lity (reader is the other woman), ch*king, overst*mulation, sp*tting, man handling, finger s*cking, d*m jk, brief mentions of past add*ction, implied passing of a bby (mainly subtext w no details given), maybe unrequited love, maybe not (EVIL CACKLE), some dark thoughts discussed (nothing too graphic or detailed), fighting n yelling n crying yikes, all of these characters are v flawed (except for yul duh), cute bby moments!!, oc is v immature n naive n contradicts herself a lot, she maybe has a thing for older guys bc of that, some bl*od (just a scrape on the knee but ik bl*od can be triggering), this relationship is extremely toxic and not meant to be desired!!!, one homage to trixie mattel lmao

⇢ SUMMARY: every weekend, you give jungkook a little taste of something he’s missing monday through friday.

⇢ NOTES: so after months and months of planning this fic (i literally posted the teaser in JANUARY UM??), it's finally here. i think this is my fav thing i've written thus far and i worked v hard on this! would love to know ur thoughts, feedback is always appreciated!! ty @/taegularities for betaing!! (for whatever reason, this fic refuses to show up in tags n it sucks n nothing i do fixes it so i shall leave it be lol)

You can't tell what’s louder—the crunch of dewy, end-of-summer grass pricking the soft skin of your thighs like angry thorns, or the cracking of bones as your body thumps to the ground from your bedroom window.

“Ah-” the whine is quickly stifled by a sharp hiss as you remember your dad’s sleeping figure is just behind the wall next to you. “Ouch,” you whimper, praying that the crash hasn’t reached his watchful ears. Carefully, you climb to your feet, brushing the dirt off your bare legs. You spot a fresh crimson scrape on your knee.

Fucking great.

Finally, after days of longing and waiting, the weekend has arrived. Today, in particular, is a fantastic day. You were trying to look sexy, and blood isn't exactly the sexiest accessory. Bringing your wrist up to your nose, you inhale the candy-scented liquid you had doused yourself in before leaving.

Perfume still in check, thank fuck.

Goosebumps form on your skin as you take long, dutiful strides, cool night mist gliding through the thin material of your long silk shirt. You’ve committed this path to memory—out the window, usually in a more graceful manner, through the neighbor’s yard, and then straight down the sidewalk to the black Mercedes Benz waiting for you at the end of the road.

If you hadn’t done this a million and one times already, you might’ve missed the vehicle, so dark that it blends into the night seamlessly. You can’t help but wonder if that’s his goal entirely.

Still, the excitement of it all makes you walk a little faster.

“Hey, Jungkook,” you smile as you slide into his black leather passenger seat, leaning over the center console to give his cheek a gentle peck. Maybe you’ve overstepped a boundary and muddied the lines in the sand of your… relationship, but you can’t help yourself. Seeing Jungkook was always a treat, one you looked forward to every Friday night for the past five months.

“Hi,” he says impassively, eyes darting over your figure. A loose strand of hair dangles in front of his eyes, teasing you. “You’re wearing makeup?”

“Oh, um…” You’re at a loss for words; surprised he noticed such a slight change in your appearance. Although his perceptiveness was something you noted shortly after you began working for him, you can’t help but feel flustered. “Yeah, I… wanted to look nice tonight. Totally busted my ass climbing out the window,” you laugh.

“Did you get hurt?” His straight brows furrow slightly, silver piercing reflecting the moonlight.

“Just a scratch.” You lift your leg to show him the red mark on your knee. “Didn’t break anything, though, so that’s a plus.”

Wordlessly, Jungkook reaches over, popping open the glove compartment before you and pulling out the first aid kit he keeps there for emergencies. The scent of clean linen wafts over you from his daily cologne. His scent. Only his. You try your best to subdue the possessive smirk forming. “You should be more careful.”

“I’m okay.”

“Be more careful,” he commands, peering up at you with an icy gaze. “Got it?”

Whether it’s the seven-year age gap between the two of you or the tone of his voice, you know better than to argue. “Yes,” you wince as he rubs Neosporin onto the open wound. “Besides, I wouldn’t have gotten hurt if my dad wasn’t so… overprotective.”

“Well,” he continues, sticking a pink Baby Shark bandaid to your skin before putting the box back, “as a father, I understand.”

“Yul is two, though,” you laugh, “I’m in my twenties.”

“Being in your early twenties hardly makes you an adult,” he mutters. "Besides, it doesn't matter. The need to protect your children always stays the same.”

“Poor Bunny,” you pout jokingly as you click your seatbelt on. “She’s going to be just like me when she’s older. Sneaking out of a window to see a boy because her daddy is a big grizzly bear.”

The comment has his nose twitching in irritation. “I’m done with this conversation, __.”

You freeze. Have you struck a nerve?

“Jungkook, I’m sorry,” you peep. “I didn’t mean to-”

“Stop.” His voice is flat, but your heart thumps. “It’s fine.”

All the excitement you feel suddenly morphs into an uncomfortable ache as you slump into your seat. It’s different than it was last weekend, positioned much closer to the dashboard than you would ever put it. There’s a claustrophobic sting in your chest as you realize someone else has been in this very spot.

You know they have, and you know who.

The deafening sound of the bulky silver band on his finger, tapping against the steering wheel as he begins driving to the hotel you frequent, is a sick reminder.

You swear there’s even a musky floral scent lingering in the air. Deeper and more mature than yours. It could be paranoia, or guilt, making you imagine things. Still, you hope your perfume finds its way into every fiber of his leather seats.

“How was your day?” Jungkook asks, interrupting any rational thought or doubt, luring you back into the vicious cycle.

“A bit stressful,” you sigh. “I applied for school today.”

“That’s good.”

“Yeah, pretty sure I messed up on the financial aid paperwork, though. It was super confusing; I didn’t understand any of it.”

“You should’ve brought it over. I could’ve helped you.”

Jungkook does have a master’s degree in finance. He could’ve been your Rosetta Stone, helping you decipher convoluted questions about taxes and deductions. However, you weren’t sure how he would’ve reacted to you pulling out your laptop post-sex, asking for assistance on something completely unrelated to your normal routine. “That’s not the type of thing we usually do when we’re together,” you shrug, “you know?”

Your response has him shifting in his spot, pierced bottom lip curling inwards like the words made him queasy. He was the one who encouraged you to go back to school in the first place. “I wouldn’t have minded,” Jungkook mumbles before quickly redirecting the dialogue, something he does whenever he’s frustrated or uncomfortable. “So, what’s the special occasion?”

“Huh?”

“What’s got you all dolled up?”

Oh, right. That special occasion. The one you’ve been anticipating since you were made aware of its existence.

“Happy three years sober!” You announce with a cheesy smile, throwing your arms up eagerly.

“Ah,” he huffs in recognition. His eyes are fixed on the road, but there’s the tiniest hint of a smirk on his face. Success. It takes everything in you not to physically rejoice. “I’m surprised you remembered.”

“What do you mean?” You ask with a pout. “How could I forget?”

“I don’t know.” Just like that, the flicker of happiness wisps away like a flame in the wind as his expression turns emotionless and stoic again. “It’s not really a big deal.”

You frown. Must he always be so… cold?

‘It’s okay to smile; you deserve it,’ is what you want to tell him. It's not your place, though. You opt for: “It’s a huge deal, Jungkook,” instead. Reaching over, you gently tuck the stray strand of hair behind his decorated ear.

A somber aura hangs around him like a dark, dreary rain cloud, and in moments like this, when it’s so visible, you just… need to touch him.

It’s stupid to think that you’re the special one; that you’ll be the girl to turn the rain into a rainbow and save him from himself, but you can’t refrain from trying.

“Did you celebrate?”

He shakes his head. “Went to work.”

You can tell from his outfit—a sleek black blazer resting neatly on top of an even darker button-up and tie. His long hair is slicked back, but gravity, and his ten-hour long shift took their toll, making the strands hang slack, short undercut peaking through. He looks so incredibly sexy. Maybe, you can comfort him in the only way you know how…

“Well, there’s still time.” You point to the clock on his touchscreen stereo: 11:12 p.m. You throw your hair over your shoulder before slowly undoing the top two buttons of your shirt, revealing the skimpy black lingerie set you splurged on just for tonight. Just for him. “We can celebrate…”

“Yeah?” His cheek bubbles, tongue poking at the inside of his mouth, eyebrow jumping at your suggestion. “How so?”

You bite your lip, contemplating your next move. Hastily, you unbuckle your seatbelt and lean over the center console. It’s reckless, but so is being with a man like Jungkook. When you finally get to have him the way you want, you’re incapable of rationality.

One night of him isn’t enough. What kind of tease is that? You need at least six more to be satisfied…

“__,” he warns, arching his head away from your sneaky lips. “Put your seatbelt on. Wait until we get to the hotel.”

“Where’s the fun in that, though?” You pout, cupping his cheek in your hand and batting your eyelashes innocently. Jungkook doesn’t take the bait, giving the desolate road ahead his unwavering attention. Despite his nonchalant demeanor, you can tell you’re getting to him. Below you, his slacks tighten around his thick, tensed thighs. He’s playing right into your hands. Needily, you tongue the little silver hoops dangling from his ear.

“If I have to pull over, you’re in trouble.”

“Maybe I-”

A hushed ‘fuck’ cuts you off as the car comes to a screeching halt. Jungkook slams on the brakes, coming too close to the slower vehicle in front of you for comfort. Luckily, his dad reflexes kick in. His strong hand grips your waist tightly, preventing you from barreling forward. You brace yourself by clutching his shoulders, and when the adrenaline rush fades, you finally look at him. His nostrils are flared, and his jaw is clenched painfully tight. He’s pissed.

You know you should apologize, or be a little shaken up, but the blinking of the turn signal as he pulls to the side of the dark highway has your mouth watering. This is just what you wanted.

Jungkook sighs in frustration, tilting his head back against the headrest. The movement is counterintuitive, exposing the inked canvas of his neck that you’re desperate to paint red and purple.

A hand fists your tangled hair, pulling you off with a harsh yank before you have the chance to sink your teeth in. The silver ring on his finger digs into your scalp like a knife. “Do not fucking mark me.”

The feeling of the frigid metal is agonizing. Not physically—his grip loosens immediately after the initial tug—but emotionally. You know why he doesn’t want you to mark him. Any evidence of you, other than your weekly babysitting duties, would unravel the entire life he’s built for himself.

Jungkook is an intelligent man, though. You don’t have to tell him that it’s all a façade, and everything’s already been undone.

“I’m sorry.” Your voice comes out frail and shaky. “I just want you.”

And like some cruel joke, his phone rings.

The contact image would typically make you swoon. It’s a picture of him and his daughter from her first birthday party; her sticky, strawberry ice cream covered hands holding his cheeks as he stares at her with scrunched eyes and a big smile. You think that picture is the only time you’ve ever seen him genuinely happy.

The bold, white font at the top of the screen makes you sick to your stomach.

‘Wife.’

Jungkook releases your hair and places a finger over his mouth, signaling you to shut up, before answering.

“Yes, Seulgi?”

“Your daughter would like to speak to you.”

Her voice makes you want to curl into yourself. Whenever you talk to Seulgi regarding Yul, you’re able to compartmentalize and detach that part of yourself from this one. The one that’s sleeping with her husband. Hearing her in this compromised setting makes you feel absolutely repulsive.

After some rustling and tiny sniffles, Yul answers. “Da-” She only manages a syllable before breaking into a cry-induced coughing fit. You cringe, poor Bunny. “Daddy!”

“What’s wrong with my baby?”

You don’t mean to giggle, especially when the little girl you’ve grown to love so much is clearly distressed, but the intimidating, grumpy, tattooed businessman beside you, talking in full-on pout, tickles your brain just right.

“I don’t wanna sleep alone!” Yul screeches in the most anguished, high-pitched tone.

“Bunny…” With the way his hands scrub down his face, you can tell the tears on the other end are physically affecting him. “Take a deep breath, please.”

There’s a shaky inhale, and a sad whine of an exhale as she tries to steady her respirations.

“Thank you, good job,” he affirms. “Yul, daddy is…” Dark pupils flicker over to you, his face scowled to match. He eyes you like you’re an annoying stain on his leather seat. A dirty little secret that’s keeping him from his daughter. The gesture sends a dagger through your chest. Usually, Jungkook tells his wife he’s working overtime, but he can’t bring himself to lie to his only daughter. “Busy.”

“B-B-But.” The wails have simmered down to a blubber. “Scared.”

“You have mommy, though, don’t you?” He counters exasperatedly, cogs turning at maximum speed to conjure up a solution. “And Ruru?”

Yul is a persistent girl. You’ve seen the two-and-a-half-year-old deadpan Jungkook with a ‘you can have them, then,’ when he tried to convince her that vegetables were delicious and totally not an abomination to tastebuds. “Jeon Ruru is scared, too.”

After a few months of dedication and trust building, Yul finally initiated you into her inner circle of squishmallows, all of which shared the surname, Jeon, followed by whatever random title her baby brain bestowed them. Jeon Ruru, a glass of strawberry milk, was her favorite. You coo in remembrance.

“What about Ado?” Jungkook suggests, exhausting all his options.

“Ado?” She peeps curiously, and you can almost see her doe eyes scanning the room for her runner-up, an avocado squishmallow you gifted her. “Ado’s sleepin’.”

“Can you go get him?”

There’s a long pause of contemplation before the pitter-patter of tiny feet on wood fills the speakers. “Jeon Ado!” She calls out, voice becoming distant as she runs to her bedroom, “daddy wantsa’ talk to you!” You make out a quiet ‘I’ll tuck you in’ when Seulgi helps her to bed. “Okay,” Yul huffs, breathless from her scurry down the long corridor, “he’s here.”

“Jeon Ado.” You rarely see this side of him, and it takes all of your strength to suppress the smile that’s creeping up. “Can you keep Yul safe while I’m away?” He even leans forward a bit, turning his ear towards the speaker as if he’s actually waiting for the stuffed avocado to answer, subconsciously playing along with his daughter despite being miles apart. The scene puts your overwhelmingly sweet perfume to shame. “Uh, Yul, he said yes. So can you sleep in your big girl bed tonight?”

Reluctantly, Yul grumbles in agreement.

“Alright baby, goodnight. I’ll see you in the morning, okay?”

Again, she answers with a little grunt and a yawn.

“I love you.”

“Love youuu!” She extends the vowel for emphasis.

“I love you more.”

There’s a beat of silence before the sleepy girl simply responds ‘yep,’ not even attempting to argue. He glances at you, this time with a wholesome smile, eyes warm with burning stars. It’s moments like this that keep you hooked, you think. Like always, the feeling is short-lived. When Seulgi mumbles a sweet goodnight to her daughter, their daughter, you’re reminded that you shouldn’t even be observing this domestic interaction.

“You know,” the man begins, turning his attention to his wife, “if you had given her a warm bottle, she would’ve gone down without a hitch.”

“Jungkook, she’s too old for a bottle.” And just like that, the fire between them ignites. You’ve never actually witnessed the pair fighting, only felt the uncomfortable heat between them in passing. “And she’s too old to be co-sleeping. She never had an issue sleeping alone beforehand.”

“Alright,” he asserts, “if Yul’s okay, then we’re done here.”

“Don’t you think it’s a little unfair?” Despite his warning, she continues. “Getting her used to sleeping with you and then not being here?”

There were many things about having a daughter that Jungkook wasn’t prepared for.

It’s not that he didn’t do his research, and Yul certainly wasn’t an accident. He had wanted her more than anything. Especially after the…

Incident.

A baby-sized hole was left in Jungkook’s chest. Every day, it grew bigger and bigger until, eventually, that bitter emptiness would’ve swallowed him alive.

Jungkook needed Yul.

Still, there were certain things that parenting books and videos hadn’t warned him about, like the worry in his stomach whenever his daughter refuses her lunch, or the ache in his heart when he drops her off at daycare and she watches him leave through the window with a sad wave and tears rolling down her cheeks as if he’s just abandoned her forever. As if he or his wife aren’t going to pick her up in a mere four hours like they do every Tuesday and Thursday. His readings haven’t prepared him for the even stronger ache that consumes his entire body whenever he leaves for work too early and comes home too late, with barely any time to spend with his favorite person in the world.

Before Yul was even born, Jungkook and Seulgi had decided that co-sleeping was out of the question. Their room was for them, and he stood firm on that principle for a while. However, as time passed, their room became Seulgi’s, and the empty bedroom downstairs became his.

Jungkook couldn’t stand that room.

One night, after a particularly grueling shift, Jungkook trudges up the stairs for a late shower. Without finance talk or Yul’s babbles, he’s left to his own thoughts. Usually, under the scalding water, he wondered how his life turned out this way, or more so, why? This time, Jungkook wonders if there is even a reason to keep going at all.

He catches his reflection while brushing his teeth. His eyes are dark, cold, distant. Those same eyes belong to his daughter, but all he sees when looking into hers is love, innocence, and everything good in life.

Maybe, just maybe, there’s hope for him.

Taking a detour to Yul’s room, Jungkook does his best to quietly tip-toe around squishmallows and discarded markers. Underneath the pink blanket is a little ball of fluffy black hair. She’s got her thumb in her mouth—a bad habit he and Seulgi had been trying to nip in the bud—with her chubby cheeks squished against her pillow. There were few things he hated more than waking her up, especially when she was sleeping so peacefully, but for whatever reason, he couldn’t stop himself.

Tiny, confused cries fill the room as Jungkook scoops her up.

“Shh,” he hushes, smoothing his palm over her onesie-clad back. “It’s just me.”

“Da- ddy?” Immediately, she relaxes at the familiar sound of his voice, words slurred as she rubs the sleep out of her eyes with a little fist before peering up at him with big marble eyes.

“How was daycare, Bunny?”

“Scared,” she whimpers, slumping into his chest for comfort. ��Scaredy cat.”

“Scaredy cat?” Jungkook repeats, trying to make sense of the phrase. “Who’s a scaredy cat?”

“Jeon Yul.”

Typically, Jungkook finds it adorable when Yul refers to herself in the third person. The way she says it this time makes him frown. “Jeon Yul is not a scaredy cat. Jeon Yul is a baby, that’s all.” Realizing that she’d probably heard the unfavorable title at daycare, his chest tightens. With a heavy sigh, he rests his chin on top of her round head, swaying back and forth. Her hair smells like green apples from her baby soap. “Why were you scared, sweetheart?”

“No color…”

On his lunch break, Seulgi informed him that she was picking Yul up early. In an attempt to encourage her to engage with other children, the teacher took away Yul’s crayons, sending her into a full-blown tantrum. Jungkook knew his daughter well, a spitting image of him in every capacity. The crayons weren’t the problem; it was that crippling shyness that made her afraid of socializing with nearly anyone other than you and her parents.

Her back ripples with tiny hiccups as she recounts the events. Jungkook decides it’s best to change the subject, not wanting to upset his two-year-old anymore—especially this late at night.

“Guess what?”

Yul grunts an inquisitive noise.

“Daddy got you Baby Shark coloring books.”

Her wispy bedhead bounces as she glances side to side, inspecting her room for any sign of new Pinkfong merchandise. Jungkook was genuinely amazed at her ability to keep track of it all, considering how much he and his wife loved to spoil her rotten. However, the word ‘rotten’ doesn’t even come close to describing his baby. “Where?”

“In my car,” he laughs, slicking her choppy bangs out of her eyes. “We’ll color tomorrow., okay?”

“I like Baby Shark,” Yul says, completely ignoring his question. The teeniest, tiniest, most precious yawn slips out, two little front teeth on full display before her lips smack together sleepily. Truly living up to her nickname.

“I know you do.” He’s still rocking her gently, buying some time before she falls back into sleep’s arms and out of his. “I missed you so much today.”

“Why?”

As of late, ‘why’ seems to be Yul’s favorite word.

Why is the sky blue?

Why do vegetables taste yucky?

Why is daddy’s nose so big?

He’d be lying if he said that last, brutally honest question hadn’t caught him off guard when she first uttered it on his hip at the grocery store.

“Because I love you.” It’s the most effortless sentence he’s ever spoken. The most natural feeling he’s ever felt.

“Why?”

“Because,” his eye roll is disconnected from his growing smile, “you’re so cute!” If they weren’t enclosed by the four pink walls of Yul’s bedroom, Jungkook would be embarrassed at the squeakiness of his usual monotone voice. Leaning down, Jungkook blows a raspberry against her doughy cheek, a tried and true method of making her laugh. “Do you want to sleep in my room?”

It’s against his better judgment and the ground rules he had agreed to, but he just… really needs to spend time with her tonight. The small nod against his chest seals the deal. Before he gets to the door, Yul stops him with an exaggerated gasp.

“Daddy, Ruru!”

“Ruru?”

She grunts, frustrated at her father’s confusion, frantically pointing at her partner in crime, the strawberry milk squishmallow lying neatly underneath her comforter. Just how she left it.

“Yul,” Jungkook starts, taking a few steps backward and bending at the waist, allowing her to take the oversized stuffie into her arms. “Isn’t this Mimi?” As far as Jungkook knows, the pink milk carton with a face had always been Mimi; a name Yul had dubbed it since he brought it home a couple months back.

“Ruru,” she states affirmatively.

And ever since then, Yul’s been a co-sleeper.

Jungkook prided himself on knowing his daughter like the back of his tattooed hand. Whether it’s a sixth sense, some innate father’s instinct that the parenting videos mentioned, or his own attention to detail, he could read her like a book. However, sharing a bed with the tiny human taught him something he had been blissfully unaware of:

Yul sleeps wild.

More often than not, Jungkook was awoken by a tiny foot kicking his back, or by his own reflexes as he was somehow pushed to the very corner of the bed by his twenty-pound baby. There were even a few times when a harsh tug on his hair acted as an alarm clock. When he turned around to confront the culprit, however, she was fast asleep, arm slung over one of the many squishmallows that had worked their way into his room.

Having her with him was worth all bald spots and bruises, though. It’s bad, he knows it, and night by night, Yul becomes more attached. Getting her acclimated to daycare had been hell, to say the least. He knows co-sleeping has possibly made her more reluctant to socialize than she already was.

Still, Jungkook can’t help but wonder who’s more dependent on the other. When he thinks about it, undoubtedly, the answer is him. Because as long as he wakes up to a little foot in his back, a fist in his hair, and the smell of green apple baby soap, he has a reason to keep going.

“Don’t you think she deserves better?”

Her sharp words swipe through the air like a blade. Even you feel the cut, cautiously eyeing Jungkook. You can’t read his expression, but something about it makes you rub a comforting hand over his shoulder. He doesn’t react to your touch at all.

There’s a sullen pause before he finally answers. “I think Yul deserves everything.”

“Right… Goodnight, Jungkook.” She hangs up before he has the chance to respond. Seulgi always struck you as a level-headed person, albeit a bit aloof, but never unfair or cruel. You assume she’s just being spiteful, because anyone who knows Jungkook would never question his dedication to his daughter. That ugly, bitter, jealous side of you thinks maybe she just doesn’t know him the way you do.

“Are you okay?” You whisper as if approaching a wounded animal, ready to attack.

“On Fridays,” he starts, eyes shamefully dropping to his fidgeting hands. “Yul spends the day with my parents.”

His incessant need to defend his parenting makes your heart ache. “Hey, I-”

“She’s usually asleep by the time I leave work.”

“Kook,” you interrupt his rambling. “You don’t have to explain; I understand... I think you’re an amazing father.”

Lifting his head, Jungkook looks you directly in the eyes. His are glassy and gentle now, but the fingers that hook into your lace bra, right between the cups, are rough and abrasive. “C’mere,” he gruffs, pulling you over the center console until you’re uncomfortably sandwiched between his solid chest and the steering wheel. There’s no effort to make room for you; he doesn’t slide his seat back. He doesn’t compromise any of his space for you. You accept it, steadying yourself on his shoulders with a grunt.

Sometimes, you question what your presence in his life truly is. Are you an escape or a punching bag? Are you merely something he can sink his nails and teeth into when angry? Something he can break without consequence? The sound of thread ripping and buttons popping fills the car as he slides the silk off your shoulders, letting the delicate material fall to the floor without a care in the world.

“You wore this for me?” A fingertip lightly traces the petite swell of your breasts, barely bulging over the frilly black cups of your push-up. The sensation sets your skin ablaze.

“Mhm,” you confirm, “I wanted today to be special.”

“You care about me?” Moonlight cuts through the dewy window, beaming against the side of his face, highlighting the taut pull in his features. His question seems genuine, but the answer is obvious, isn’t it? Simply being here with him makes the entire foundation of your soul, all of your morals and beliefs, crumble to pieces. Against your better judgment, you’re still here.

Yearning. Trying. Fighting.

You swipe a thumb over his thick brows, trying to ease the angry crinkle that’s become a permanent fixture on his beautiful face. You comb through his hair. It’s a little knotted, a little crunchy from old gel.

The answer should be obvious, but you don’t think Jungkook could internalize love if it was right in front of him.

“I care about you,” you say truthfully, “a lot.”

The stars in his eyes gleam for a moment, glowing bright and vibrant, before they’re engulfed by the suffocating blackness of his pupils.

“You poor thing,” Jungkook tuts, trailing his fingers up your neck before grasping your jaw with a single hand. The baby fat of your cheeks mushes together from the force. “You're gonna let me do whatever I want to you, aren't you?”

The tone of his voice has your heart fluttering and your stomach churning with thick hot desire. Gripping his wrist with both hands, you moan out a ‘yes,’ unconsciously grinding down onto his slack-covered bulge. He’s barely touched you yet and your cunt is leaking, making a mess of your itty bitty thong and his work suit.

“Right, of course.” With the same hand holding you, Jungkook taps his index finger against your glossy pout, “open.” Just barely parting your lips, you let the thick digit slide between them. Immediately, he presses down against your tongue, trying to coax a gag out of you. “What if I want to fuck this pretty little mouth until you cry? How does that sound? Would you like that?”

Inhaling deeply, you nod. That sounds absolutely perfect.

“I don’t know if you can handle it, though,” he lulls, retracting his finger before plunging it back in, all the up to his inked knuckle. You squint in defiance. He’s teasing, but you can’t fight the tinge of anger in your chest. If there’s one thing you can do, it’s suck a mean dick. Looking him directly in the eyes, you swirl your tongue against his palm with ease, not choking once. You feel his cock twitch against the supple flesh of your inner thigh.

Unamused by your antics, Jungkook yanks his hand back angrily, making a string of saliva drip down your chin. Maybe a full face of makeup wasn’t the best idea. “Get in the backseat,” he orders huskily, wiping the damp skin on his blazer. Biting back a smirk, you climb off his lap and wriggle over the center console. You situate yourself on the cool leather, laying down and assuming face-fuck position.

The yellow glow of headlights swims across the ceiling as a passing car drifts down the misty highway. This is the first time in five months that you and Jungkook are out in the open, blissfully oblivious to the possibility of getting caught. It’s childish, but you hope someone sees. For a moment in time—in a wandering eye’s glimpse of reality—you’re his and he's yours.

“Couldn’t wait until we got to the hotel, huh?” Jungkook huffs when he opens the door. Giddily, you lean your head back over the edge of the seat, coming face to face with the tent in his pants. His hands frantically work to unbuckle his belt, desperate to bury himself inside of you. His favorite escape. “Well, since you want to act like a fucking whore-” his pants fall to his knees with a clang when he unbuttons them, “-I’ll treat you like one.”

“Please,” you whimper, noting the wet spot on his gray Calvin Kleins. Reaching up, you lightly drag your nails across it, teasingly pinching the head of his cock before he tugs his boxers down. A big greedy smile spreads across your face as his semi springs out.

The sight makes your lips part. It’s so pretty. Something about how the moonlight catches the glowy pink tip, peeking out from under his foreskin. The light accentuates every ridge and vein on his girthy shaft. So yummy it has you drooling-

Jungkook’s right. You’re a complete and utter whore.

“Is this what you wanted?” He peers down at you over his prominent nose, one hand clutching the roof of his Mercedes. The other wraps around his thick shaft, giving it a few languid pumps, getting himself fully erect for you. Teasingly, he taps the head against your plump lips. Unable to resist, you press a sweet peck and a kitten lick to his silky frenulum. “Uh-uh,” he chuckles, raising his delicious cock just beyond your reach. “You know better than that. Ask for permission.”

“Wanna suck it,” you pout, squirming impatiently. “Please?”

Suddenly, his heavy cock slaps your cheek with a wet thud.

“Please, what?”

“Please, sir?”

“Good girl.” The praise is contradicted by another light smack to your face, this time with an open palm. Taking the hint, you open your mouth wide, tongue sticking out in anticipation. Jungkook watches you intently with furrowed brows and a slack jaw as he feeds you the first few inches. As soon as the salty flavor of his arousal hits your tastebuds, you moan obnoxiously, back arching off the leather beneath you.

He starts slowly, using your breathing to guide his movements—pausing on the exhales and giving you a bit more on the inhales. He does this until the entirety of his length is shoved down your warm, wet mouth.

The hem of his black dress shirt flows over you, obstructing his view. He places it between his teeth with an annoyed groan, wanting to watch the swell in your neck as you swallow him like a snake. “You take it so well,” he grunts over the material, “the best I’ve ever had.”

Tears clinging to your lashes finally lose grip, trickling down your skin until they get lost in the thick, dark swoops of your dangling hair. For once, you mean something more to him than she does. It’s insignificant and shameful, but at least it's something.

“Are you okay, __?” Jungkook asks, sensing the shift as your soul splays before him like your half-naked body. Stepping back, he gives you some reprieve.

With red eyes and drool bubbling at the corners of your lips, you moan out an implied ‘yes.’ His confession has you on cloud nine.

“Do you remember the sign?”

Again, you hum.

“Can you show me?”

Lazily, you tap his outer thigh three times, a hard ‘stop’ symbol you had agreed upon months ago while hanging off the edge of a hotel bed, preparing for Jungkook to fuck your mouth for the very first time.

“Good girl,” he says before rutting his entire length into you again. He’s so deep that the soft skin of his scrotum nudges against the tip of your nose, and the dense patch of trimmed hair on his pubic bone tickles your chin. Reaching down, Jungkook grips your neck, reveling in the feeling of it stretching against his palm as he moves in and out steadily.

Eventually, he hunches over, hands wandering down and holding your temples for better leverage. Despite the harsh digs of his hips, his delicate fingers brush away a few strands of hair stuck to your damp cheeks. The sweet gesture makes you whimper around him in pure ecstasy, moving your head to meet his thrusts for extra stimulation, circling your flat tongue around the base.

The whistles of the midnight breeze and the murmur of passing cars fade, and all you hear is Jungkook. The melodic, venomous praises pouring out of him poison your mind with optimism. He takes one last plunge, so powerful it sends you sliding back against the seat. To steady yourself, you grip his legs, attempting to ease your triggered gag reflex. He holds you there, cock stuffed to the brim as he slams a hand against the black steel of his car, shirt falling from his teeth as he moans ardently. You gasp when he finally pulls out, leaking tip still connected to you by a bridge of spit and precum.

“Why-” Cough. “Why did you stop?”

Your question is met with only the sound of rustling fabric and the chime of his hanging belt buckle as he removes his suit jacket and throws it into the passenger seat. Grabbing you by the band of your lingerie, Jungkook hauls your frame closer.

He snaps your taut bra strap against your shoulder with a single finger. “Take this off.”

“O-Okay,” you stutter, still trying to catch your breath as you sit up at the waist and unclip your bra. A shiver runs down your spine as the cool night air licks your exposed chest. This time when you lie down, you’re positioned under his spread legs. He stands over you with such authority and dominance. The underside view of his hard cock looks absolutely menacing.

“These,” Jungkook’s large palms grab at your tits, jiggling them, “I wanna fuck ‘em.”

“There isn’t anything for you to fuck,” you giggle.

After years of insecurity, and crying over vengeful comments from dumb boys you had broken things off with, you finally came to terms with your appearance. Your tits are small, and that’s okay. Plus, the cute little nipple piercings you had gotten a while back were definitely a confidence booster. There wasn’t an ounce of self-hatred in your comment.

Jungkook doesn’t take it that way, though.

“Shut up.” With a huff, he steps back and hunches, reaching down to deliver a harsh swat to your cheek. It was a little rougher than usual, and you wince upon impact. Instantly, he soothes the skin with a gentle pet. “Your tits are… perfect.”

Perfect? Your cheeks and aching pussy heat up at the compliment.

Squeezing your chest, Jungkook brushes his thumbs over your pebbled nipples. He pays extra attention to the silver barbells, decorated with little sparkly peaches at the ends. “These are new,” he notes, tugging on the jewelry. You let out a breathy moan, legs clenching together, inner thighs embarrassingly wet. “Sheesh,” he laughs, “someone’s sensitive.”

“Yeah… keep going.”

“I like them. They’re cute on you.”

Throughout your acquaintances, Jungkook was rarely this vocal. Maybe some praise sprinkled in here and there, but seldom anything substantial. Tonight, however, he’s been dishing out sweet talk like candy. You can’t pinpoint precisely what, but something’s changed.

Whatever it is, it fills you with awful, wishful hope.

Jungkook shuffles closer, teasing the teat of your pierced bud with his sticky tip. The dreamy sensation has your eyes rolling back into your skull. A glob of spit drops between the valley of your breasts before he spreads the wetness over your skin with his shaft. He has to use a death grip to force your tits into a soft plushness, perfect for him to slot himself into. Again, you feel that fucking ring embedding itself into your skin like a nasty tick.

Cautiously, he guides his pulsing cock between your constrained breasts. A beautiful symphony of groans lulls out as he throws his head back in pleasure, long locks dancing along his clammy neck.

“You like that?” You hum, taunting him. “Tell me how it feels.”

It takes him a minute to collect his thoughts, eyes trained on your tits pillowing around him, focusing on the dewy sheen of your nipples and chest as his oozing cock spills onto your skin. “It feels-” his hips stutter, “-so fucking good.”

The way his teeth snarl around the hushed curse makes you smile, eyes closing as you relish in his pleasure. Maybe you’re too horny, or perhaps the blood rushing to your head from being upside down for so long is making you crazy, but you wish you could live in this moment forever. Wallowing in the darkness, frozen in time with him. Yeah, you think, that would be wonderful.

“You can touch yourself,” he comments, spotting your clenched legs, desperate for some pressure.

“S’okay,” you mumble, reaching around to caress his balls. His thighs tremble a bit against your arms. “Just wanna make you feel good.”

“Can you-” he grunts, stomach clenching as he begins to feel that familiar pooling in the base of his thick shaft. “Hold them for me. I’ll take care of you after, just- let me cum.”

Obliging, you replace his hands with your own, squishing your tits together for him. The visual of you lying under him, complacent and willing, sends him spiraling. A guttural roar echoes throughout the empty road as he speeds up. “Tighter,” he orders; you listen. The saliva and precum are beginning to rub off, making the friction of his chaotic thrusts sting your skin. He notices, letting another string of spit fall from his mouth onto your flesh. “Be good and take it. I’m almost there.”

By now, Jungkook should know you’d endure any pain to be with him.

The darkest parts of your brain tell you he’s well aware of that fact.

After a few more humps and lulled words of encouragement, he’s bursting at the seams. Just before he blows, Jungkook steps back, tight fist jerking himself frantically as he spills his seed onto your chest. Your eyes dart from his angry cock to his fucked out expressions. The moonlight shines behind him like a glowing aura as he finishes with a scrunched nose and his tongue between his teeth. He looks angelic. You moan under him, flinching when a stray spurt lands on your chin.

Fucked out and dazed, he laughs softly, running a hand through his hair as his chest heaves. Collecting the liquid with his finger, he brings it to your giggling lips. The taste makes you hum as you lazily begin rubbing his cum all over your tits.

“Really?” He asks with a raised eyebrow. “You’re already starting?”

“Starting what?” You pout, batting your lashes at him and circling your nipple lightly with the tip of your nail, trying your best to look oblivious and innocent. Well, as innocent as you possibly can while literally covered in sperm.

“Don’t play dumb. You know what you’re doing.”

See, in many ways, Jungkook is different from any other guy you’ve been with prior. For one, you didn’t meet via horny messages on Tinder at 1 a.m. For two, he’s older, meaning he’s much more intelligent and much more experienced. After years and years of honing in on his craft, he just knows how to fuck. Jungkook is one of the rare few penis-havers in the world who can orgasm back to back; no refractory period necessary. Truly a hidden gem.

To put it simply, the man is a fucking faucet—one that you can turn off and on whenever you want.

As if on cue, Jungkook twirls his inked finger, indicating for you to turn around. The other hand squeezes his cock just below the crown to cut off circulation, keeping himself erect. With that, your white converses are planted flat onto the sparse grass as you bend over the back seat, leaning your weight on your elbows.

It's like whiplash when Jungkook's aggressive persona drops, and he's running his hands all over your body. Up your thighs, over your back, down your arms. He blooms petal-soft kisses on your bare shoulder before whispering in your ear. “Can I go in like this? Or do you need some foreplay?”

“This is fine,” you murmur, jarred by his sudden tenderness. “Perfect, actually.”

With a hushed ‘alright,’ Jungkook reaches over you to rummage through the pocket of his discarded blazer. A heavy sigh escapes your lips as he pulls out a square foil packet. Condoms were an unwavering constant in your weekend escapades. Jungkook always wears condoms. Normally, that would be a great thing; however, in this situation, it’s like a stab to the heart…

Because if he’s adamant about using protection with you, then that means he’s still sleeping with her, doesn’t it? And it’s not like you can even ask or scold him about it. She’s his wife, after all. You’re the outsider.

Jungkook hooks his thumb into your panties and pulls them aside. Your glistening folds are on full display, waiting to get pounded mercilessly right on the side of the road. He shoves three digits into your mouth, letting your drool on them a bit before pressing them to your wet cunt. Opening your folds with his index and ring fingers, he lightly dips the middle inside you. He collects some arousal and spreads it to your clit in feathery flicking motions. You cry out, feeling the shocks of a blossoming orgasm.

“Already dripping, I see.” You can practically hear his cocky, satisfied grin as he stands straight and rolls the condom down his length. “Always so sensitive.”

“Mhm,” you nod frantically, “I always get like this with you.”

“I know you do.” Pulling a cheek to the side, Jungkook cards his sheathed tip through your entrance, making sure to nudge under your clitoral hood with every swipe. Lewd wet sounds ring in your ears as he tortures your hole relentlessly.

“Kook,” you huff, reaching back to dig your manicured, almond-shaped nails into his skin. “Just put it in!”

Suddenly, Jungkook slams your torso onto the leather. In one swift motion, he’s catching your wrists, pinning them both to your lower back with a single hand.

“I’ll give you what you want just-” releasing the back of your neck, he spanks you so hard you recoil, “be patient.”

Despite his words, you wait no longer than a minute before he’s guiding his dreamy member right where you want it. Jungkook always gives in quickly. How could he not when you’re ass up, face down, and practically begging? As he sinks into you, and you feel that familiar burn from the initial stretch, your eyes roll back, mouth opening around a silent scream.

Usually, Jungkook likes to overwhelm you with his entire length all at once. There’s some hesitation this time as he slides in only halfway before stopping. Too much hesitation for your liking. You’re confident he’s testing you. Your assumption is verified when he speaks in that annoying, condescending voice.

“If you want it so bad, come get it.”

“You’re so,” breaking free from his grasp, you press your palms into the seat and lift yourself up with a grumble, “infuriating.”

He hums halfheartedly, head dropping to watch you work yourself onto him. Only a single stroke in, and he can already see you coating him in a shiny, milky dew. “So fucking wet…”

“Can’t help it,” you peep, taking him to the hilt and circling your hips, trying to savor the feeling. You’re no stranger to his cock; how good it makes you feel. You spend every Friday night bathing in that pleasure, forgoing parties and hangouts with your best friends for a romp in the five-star hotel sheets with Jungkook. Still, you squeeze your eyes shut, trying to commit his touch to memory. Perhaps, despite your denial, you recognize that this is temporary. Deep down, you know that someday, all you’ll have left of him is a tragic echo. “I love the way you make me feel.”

“Me too,” he gasps, guiding your movements as his fingers dig into your hips. Clearly interpreting your admission differently than you had meant it. “Your pussy’s like heaven.”

High on praise and drunk on the sounds you’re coaxing out of him, you whine, dragging your cunt up every inch of his throbbing length before slamming back. Hopefully, the dense forest behind you is enough to insulate the pornographic wails ripping through you. Even if someone somewhere hears, you can’t bring yourself to give a damn. Not when heady pleasure and adrenaline course through your veins like blood.

Just when you’re about to collapse, arms giving out underneath you, Jungkook grabs you by the neck and holds you flush against his toned chest. “Don’t you run,” he chuckles. The low baritone rumble goes straight to your clit. His warm breath gusts over your skin, contrasting the chilly night air. “Don’t give up on me.”

He’s pounding into you now, choking you tighter than he ever has, but he pecks you so delicately. Lips barely ghosting over the shell of your ear. So gentle and tender. As tears stream down your cheeks for the second time tonight, you can’t help but feel there’s a hidden meaning behind his words.

“What’s wrong?” He smirks, tilting your face, wanting you to look him in the eye as you fall apart. The visual nearly makes you combust. His stringy hair is sticking to his cheeks, flushed from exertion. Even the tattoos littering the expanse of his neck are splotched pink and red. Twisting in his hold, you grab a fistful of his damp waves, fingers tickling his short undercut. “What do you want, baby?”

“Cum…”

“You wanna cum?”

“Please, please, please.” Weak whimpers punch out of you in tandem with his brutal thrusts.

“What do you say?”

“Please, sir?”

“Good girl,” he rewards you with a smack to your sensitive clit, “you can cum. I’ve got you.”

And with his permission, you’re cumming. Your legs shake violently as you’re overcome with blinding, electric gratification. If it wasn’t for Jungkook’s strong arms supporting you, you would’ve toppled face-first into the seat. He fucks you through the height of your orgasm; hips never ceasing, even when everything becomes so intense and sensitive that your body instinctively tries to push him away. He watches your face intently, reading your expressions to ensure he’s milked every last drop of your orgasm before he lets you fall onto the leather.

Even in your hazy state, you catch the breathy string of curses, a telltale sign of his own impending orgasm. “Fuck!” He groans, removing the condom to paint your ass and lower back in hot, white ropes.

It’s funny, really.

He refuses to cum with you or inside you, something so intimate and special, but he has no qualms cumming on you. It’s almost like he’s marking you, burning himself into your flesh. Consuming a piece of you every time your bodies come together as one.

And all the while, his mind is somewhere else as his body swallows you alive.

“Look at you,” Jungkook laughs, smoothing a palm up and down your spine, rubbing his semen into your skin the same way you had earlier. “I’ve made a mess out of you.”

That’s true in more ways than one…

Lost in post-nut clarity, your brain barely registers Jungkook maneuvering you both into the car. Closing the door behind him, he moves you onto his lap, your back pressed against his sweaty button-up. Peering down, you see his slacks and boxers still around his ankles, black dress shoes poking out underneath. You’re in only a thong and sneakers, and your makeup is definitely melted. The two of you must look like the biggest sluts ever.

“What’s so funny?” Jungkook mutters, noticing your delirious giggles.

“Oh, nothing,” you hum, leaning into him. Habitually, he wraps both of his inked arms around your middle. You despise how incredibly natural and serendipitous it feels, almost like you’re meant to be in them.

God __, get your head out of the clouds and return to Earth.

Life isn’t a romance novel, and you’re not a child anymore. You shouldn’t see the world as quartz-colored and magical. The man is seven years older than you. He has a wife and child. Logistically, it could never, ever work…

But if soulmates exist as they do in the books, you wish on every falling star that Jungkook is yours.

“What are you thinking about?” You coo softly, turning your head to stare into the abyss of his infinite eyes.

Like a moth drawn to a flame, he can’t resist lowering his sinful hand to your most private area, cupping your sex unabashedly. “I want more.”

“You always want more.”

“So do you,” he laughs, pointing out the way you grind into his touch. Nuzzling into your shoulder, he nips your skin and then soothes his tongue over it like an insincere apology. “Just one more time, okay?”

You nod, head leaning back on his shoulder as you succumb to his skilled fingers, rubbing your clit in tight circles. Jungkook pauses in contemplation before popping his glistening fingers into his mouth. When the taste hits his tongue, his face contorts. He even moans dreamily like you’re the most delicious dessert he’s experienced. The scene has your own brows furrowing, lips parting at just how hot and bothered he’s got you.

Sensually, he trails the wet pads down, ghosting over a nipple, teasing you on their treacherous journey to your waiting core. He slides them in your wet cunt seamlessly, curling right into your g-spot. They move in a dip and wave that drives you wild, a wet suction noise sounding in the enclosed space. Turned on by your purrs and mewls, Jungkook subtly ruts against you, his plumping cock sliding between your cheeks.

“You’re already close, aren’t you?” He tuts patronizingly. “Gonna cum around my fingers, sweetheart?”

“No…”

“No?”

“Wanna cum with you…”

He stops, realizing what you’re alluding to, before pulling his fingers out and tapping your clit gently. “There’s another condom in my pocket. Can you hand it to me?”

“We don’t need it.”

“Yes, we do. Don’t be foolish.”

“... I’m on the pill,” you suggest hesitantly. Once again, you’re nothing but stupid and irresponsible when it comes to Jungkook. You just want to be with him, that’s all.

“__,” he starts, voice shadowed with sternness, “give me the condom.”

Realizing he won’t budge, you do as he asks and fish it from his blazer, watching idly as he goes through all the steps—stroking himself to full mass, rolling on a barrier, and then positioning you between his spread legs as he guides you down onto his length with a hand on your hip.

Cyclical.

Like clockwork, your jaw drops, eyes screwing shut as you let him invade your space and infiltrate your mind. You don’t believe the two of you have ever tried this position before, but it feels so fucking good. His cock is so deep you can feel it in your fucking stomach. It’s obvious from his groaning and the aggressive spank he gives you that the unexplored angle is affecting him too.

Outside, light rain begins chiming against the steel roof of his car as you take the first shallow rise of your hips.

Scratch everything you’ve said about this not being a romance novel.

Distracted by the calming sound, you thoroughly miscalculate how much space you have in his sleek Mercedes Benz and bonk your head on the ceiling.

“Ow,” you wince with an embarrassed giggle.

Hissing at the impact, Jungkook clutches your head, massaging the area gently. “Are you okay?” His voice is muffled, and you can tell he’s trying his best not to laugh.

“It’s not funny!” You shout playfully, slapping his knee.

“No, it’s not. I’m sorry.” Chuckling, he moves your hair and places a gentle kiss between your shoulder blades. “You’re cute, that's all.”

Cute? You swoon.

“Alright baby, keep going. Don’t stop,” Jungkook orders, the heel of his calloused palms pushing at your ass, encouraging you to bounce on his needy cock. A fucked-out sigh escapes him, head falling back for a split second before it jerks back up again, not wanting to miss the view of your perky cheeks rippling as they collide with his solid pelvis. “This position is so sexy.” Overwhelmed, he doesn’t know where to put his hands. He chokes you for a moment, plays with your tits, swats them, grabs your hips, and then finally settles on your clit, flicking it like a light switch.

“Jungkook!” You wail, knees knocking together as you brace yourself. Men you’ve dated in the past struggled to get you off. Sure, they made you feel good, but they couldn’t quite bring you to the edge. It only ever took Jungkook a matter of minutes to have you whimpering and shaking, begging for release. “I can’t take so much! I can’t!”

Ignoring your pleas, Jungkook pilots your right arm around his shoulder, sending you flush against his frame once more. Dipping his head, he sucks the closest nipple into his mouth. Caught off guard, you’re so overstimulated that your hips come to a grinding halt.

“Move,” he commands with his lips sealed around your piercing, sending dizzying vibrations to your sensitive bud.

“I can’t,” you whimper, back arching off his chest as you try to calm all five tingling senses.

“Yes, you can.”

“No…”

Jeon Jungkook was never one to take no for an answer.

Scooting further down the seat, his large hands clasp behind your knees. He lifts your legs until the heels of your white sneakers are on either side of the driver’s headrest. In this new position, he’s able to pound up into you freely, relentlessly beating into clenching walls. Hitting every single delicious spot inside of you. “Jungkook, please!”

“Please, what?” Honestly, you have no clue what you’re begging for. All you know is that his mushroom tip rigorously stimulating your g-spot is going to have you gushing at any moment. His guttural, sensual groaning does nothing to slow your approaching orgasm. “You want more?”

As if you weren’t already gasping for air, Jungkook raises your legs to your head, knees locked onto his inner elbows. His fingers intertwine behind your neck, thumbs pressing into the base of your throat as he folds you in half.

A full fucking nelson.

“Watch me fuck it.” With a stern grip, he forces your gaze to his thick shaft, sliding in and out of your sopping cunt. Your vision is watery, but you can clearly see just how turned on you are, creamy juices coating his entire shaft. “Open it, baby. Watch what I do to you.”

Reaching both hands under your thighs, you spread your lips, getting a better look at him completely destroying you.

“Isn’t it so pretty?” Jungkook grunts, speech slurred as his arousal lulls him into a delirious, catatonic state. “Tell me what you see, baby.”

“So pretty, Kook.” You’re simply playing into his dirty talk, but the sight of your bodies connecting, becoming one, is profoundly gorgeous. “So wet…”

“Yeah? Who’s pussy is this?”

“Yours.”

That sends him into a frenzy, thrusts becoming so punctuated and violent that his cock accidentally slips out.

“Put it back in, put it back in!” You chant, frantically shoving his length into you. The yelp you chortle out is accompanied by the sound of your hand smacking against the foggy car window as your climax engulfs you. “I love it!”

“I love yo-”

He quickly cuts himself off, but everything stops when the sentence fragment hits the air.

Is your brain playing sick, twisted jokes on you… or was he really just about to say he loved you?

Before you can even process what’s happening, your biological responses take over, sending through the most earth-shattering, world-bending, mind-boggling orgasm you’ve ever had. Everything goes blank. Your eyes cloud with splotches and stars. Your ears ring with static and white noise, blurring the sound of Jungkook cumming underneath you, and the pouring rain outside, splashing against concrete.

This time, he doesn’t pull out, just works through both of your orgasms with gentle ruts and vulnerable whimpers.

After you’ve both calmed down and your heaves have diminished to a slow, even pattern, he pulls out, crumpling the used condom into a loose napkin he found in the center console. Still on his lap and in his arms, you watch intently as Jungkook leans his head back, eyes closing as he inhales deeply. To you, he looks almost… peaceful.

The moon trickles in through the thin streams on the window, reflecting on his face like stained glass—something that was once so clear and pure now jaded with somber shades of blue. Sad, but still beautiful, you think.

Delicately, you trace a finger over the black ink decorating his skin. You sit silently for a while, basking in the comfortable aura, simply enjoying one another’s company, before you finally speak.

“Why this?” You peep, pointing to the dainty letters at the base of his neck.

“It’s my daughter’s name.” He counters playfully, the faintest hint of a smile on his pierced lips.

“Well, duh, I know that,” you roll your eyes with a giggle, “but why here?”

“Yul is like air to me.”

Humming in contemplation, you continue your journey over the endless swirls and loops. During sex, the first three buttons of his shirt popped open, exposing the canvas of his chest. You feel a thick, dark cloud loom over you when you reach a certain tattoo, the one that’s plagued your mind ever since you first saw it.

Another name is engraved right above his heart in the same delicate font as Yul’s:

Seol.

“Yul, please. Enough.” If Jungkook had a dollar for every time he's said that in the last twenty-two minutes, he’d be nearly as rich as his boss, sitting directly in front of him on a very important Zoom call. “Daddy is working.”

Jumping at the sudden inflection of his voice, the little girl on his lap pulls her tiny hand away. For the most part, Yul was well-behaved. However, working from home proved to be an obstacle that he and his clingy toddler have yet to overcome.

She’s interrupted his meeting three times already. First, cutting off his proposal with the Baby Shark theme song, blaring from her Pinkfong tablet that he’d forgotten to mute. Second, peeking above his desk with her space buns and doe eyes to show his colleagues the latest addition to her squishmallow collection. The last straw was when she squeezed his nose.

With watery eyes and warbled lips, Yul blinks at Jungkook, heartbroken and confused as to why he didn’t make that funny noise she loves so much. Quickly, her gaze averts to her chunky legs, swinging aimlessly as she attempts to hold back the tears.

“Excuse me for a moment,” Jungkook sighs, tacking on an apology before turning his screen off. “Bunny,” he lifts her chin with his index finger, another palm flat on her protruding tummy, “please, don’t cry. You’re not in trouble. Daddy just-”

The ring of a doorbell interrupts him.

“__?” Jungkook questions, baby at his hip as he stands in the doorway before you. “What are you doing here?”

You gulp. You weren’t expecting to see him.

Usually, you spoke to Seulgi. You’ve only ever seen Jungkook in passing, sparing quick greetings before he’s out the door. It worked in your favor, really, because for whatever reason, you felt extremely awkward around him.

Almost like that gross nervousness you get when you’re around someone you find so incredibly attractive it makes you uncomfortable…

Maybe it’s because he’s covered in tattoos and piercings. Maybe it’s because he’s a dad. Your group of fellow horny twenty-something-year-old friends have told you mythical stories and fantasies about older men. Freshly turned thirty-year-old men. Men like Jungkook. Dilfs. Something about that potent dad nut… Like, you know it works.

It’s inappropriate; you know it is. You’ve always tried your best to ignore the feral thoughts.

Today seems to be putting your mental strength to the test because Jungkook is dressed in baggy gray sweats, long dark hair slicked back into a ponytail. A few loose strands dangle devilishly in front of his eyes, taunting you.

“I-It’s 10… I’m supposed to be babysitting.”

“I’m working from home today. My wife didn’t tell you?”

With wide eyes and hot cheeks, you shake your head. “I’m sorry for bothering you,” you stutter, stepping back and preparing to make a mad dash to your hand-me-down Honda Civic. “I’ll just… be on my way then.”

“Actually.” An icy grip on your wrist stops you. “I could use some help. This one-” he nods his head towards Yul, stuck to him like velcro, “-is being a bit needy today.”

One look at her turns your flustered gape into a smile. The past month with her has been more difficult than you’d imagined. Yul was incredibly sweet and intuitive, but unbearably shy. Building a relationship with the girl was challenging, but you were determined to overcome it. “No way,” you frown animatedly, tickling her leg with the tip of your finger, “Yul would never.”

A giggle or two had been the goal. Instead, she buries her face into her father’s shoulder.

“Don’t take it personally,” Jungkook orders, noticing the defeated slump in your shoulders. “She’s always like this with new people.”

Seulgi had warned you that Yul would take a while to come around. Hopefully, it’ll happen organically. But for now, a little gift or two wouldn’t hurt your efforts, you supposed last night while running errands. Reaching into your purse, you pull out a bottle of non-toxic, baby-friendly nail polish. “Yul, look what I have!”

“Wow,” Jungkook plays along, gently nudging her head out of his neck. “Bunny, look!”

He calls her Bunny?

You’re in for it now.

Plump fingers wrap around the plastic, taking it out of your own with an awe-stricken stare. She holds it up right in front of Jungkook’s nose. “Pink.”

“Mhm, that’s right,” he confirms, pecking her temple. “Now, Daddy has to get back to work. Can you stay with __ for a bit?”

She looks at him, then at you, then at him again, then back at you, and finally, landing on the nail polish, giving her father a reluctant nod. You knew it would come in handy. Despite her agreeance, Yul still stretches the neck of his shirt with her tiny fists as she’s transferred into your arms.

Somehow, you managed to survive that painfully awkward encounter…

Only to be thrown into another one immediately after.

See, you’ve always known Yul was a daddy’s girl. On good days, the toddler would grab you by the hand and guide you around the house, giving you a tour of everything that belonged to her father. His shoes at the door. His coat on the hook. Even taking you into the bathroom to show you his shampoo bottle. But that fact was never more apparent than now, as Yul stands in the middle of the living room on the verge of tears.

“Daddy?”

“He’s working, sweetheart. Remember?” You coo on your knees in front of her. You’re quick to redirect her. “I like your shoes.”

The sniffles stop as she glances down at her white sneakers. “Mine…” she takes a hesitant step back, mistaking your compliment as an attempt to swindle her out of them.

“That’s right,” you laugh, “they’re so pretty, just like you.”

She blinks at you for a moment, and then begins stomping her little foot: heel first. When she’s finally able to kick off her left shoe, she bends all the way over, pressing her palms flat against the hardwood floor. It’s the most uncoordinated way you’ve ever seen anyone pick something up.

Without warning, Yul throws the shoe across the room. Well, that had been her intention, you assume. She had cocked her arm back too far and released too early, making it land behind her.

Oh no, she hates you.

With an excited grunt and a bounce, Yul points to the sneaker—its clear sole sparkling pink and purple.

“Oh,” you sigh in relief. “They light up?”

“Yesh.” Plopping right onto her butt, she takes the other one off, repeating the process. “Like this!” Her arms stretch out and she clenches her two little front teeth, executing the most stellar charade of a light you’ve ever seen.

It’s a small breakthrough, but you’ll take it.

Then you paint her nails, just like you said you would. She’s as patient as a toddler could be, but her tiny toe keeps curling under the tickle of the brush, making pink polish bleed outside of the lines.

“My goodness,” you groan, admiring the messy, albeit adorable, result. “You’re so cute! Wait until your dad sees you.”

Yul shrieks wildly, smacking both hands over her mouth as she hobbles to her feet. You watch with confused giggles as the milk-drunk baby stumbles down the corridor. You figure out where she's going too late.

Yul stands on her tippy toes, jumping to click open the door to Jungkook’s office with a loud creak.

“Yul!” You whisper-shout. “Don’t-”

“Daddy!” She calls, stepping a single foot into the room, showing off the fresh paint job. “So cute!”

Literally, your only job today was to keep Yul preoccupied while Jungkook worked, and you failed. Your breath catches in your throat, awaiting his response.

“So pretty,” he gasps, “now go play, baby. I’m almost done.”

A relieved exhale flies past your lips.

Something you’ve picked up on from years of babysitting is that little girls aren’t allowed to compliment themselves. They’re always told it’s rude or conceited. Jungkook does neither, and you find that so refreshing.

“Close the door, please,” he orders before she runs away, “gently.” Yul does her very best to shut the door quietly and then sprints back to you.

The next few hours go smoothly. You discovered that the green-hating toddler has an affinity for avocados after giving her a bite of your toast. “Mmm!” She had hummed, looking at you with wide eyes. With a full belly and squishmallow in hand, Yul went out like a light for her afternoon nap, giving you time to catch up on some reading.

“How was she?” You didn’t even hear him come out of his office, so the deep voice makes you jump, eyes tracking the sound. He’s leaning against a kitchen counter, one tattooed hand stuffed in his pocket and the other wrapped around a water bottle. It’s a thick one too, and his fingers still touch.

“Better,” you cough, “she’s sleeping now.”

He hums halfheartedly, dark irises boring into you as he takes a sip. Without Yul to soften the edges, Jungkook is… intimidating, to say the least. “What are you reading?”

“The Catcher in the Rye…” you peep, quickly closing it. “I know, it’s kinda lame.”

“No, not lame at all. Anyone who thinks that is lying to themselves… or is just being a contrarian.” He leans his elbows against the dark granite island, fingers crossing as he stares at you. You’re sitting idle across the room, but his presence looms over you. He has this way of making you feel like he’s in your head, listening to everything you’re thinking.

You pray he’s not. If he is, you'll definitely be fired.

“I can’t tell which one you are yet.”

You can’t tell if he’s joking or not, but the ‘yet’ makes you come clean, shifting in your spot on the leather couch. “... Both.”

“Right,” he smirks, tongue fiddling with his lip ring, almost like he’s taunting you. “That’s one of my favorite books, actually. I relate to it in many ways.”

Your fingers dance across the red cover, concealing hundreds of pages of isolation, emptiness, and the heavy dread of passing time. What an awful thing to relate to. Sometimes, when you get too engrossed in the text, glimmers of yourself bleed within the lines too.

“You’re an English major, right?”

“Oh, um, I’m not in school at the moment… I just read for fun.”

“Well, you have an Associate’s degree.” Him knowing that information about you makes you think he asked the previous question with the intention of baiting you into this conversation. “Why not get your Bachelor’s?”

“I don’t know. It’s… complicated.”

Why is he interrogating you? What does he want? For you to confess that the fear of becoming a full-fledged adult makes you not want to go back to college?

“Life is complicated. You’d be ridiculous to not go back.” The audacity should make you mad, but he speaks with so much authority that you’re dumbfounded. His head tilts, eyes squinting as they shift to the ceiling, debating something. His tongue clicks when he finally makes his decision. “Follow me; I have something I want to show you.”

With the curl of two thick fingers, Jungkook calls you to follow him down the hallway. You blink for a moment, gushing at the suggestive motion of his hand. Shaking your head at the evil, intrusive thought, you rise to your feet.

Just like a child, you have to skip to catch up to his long strides. Your gaze trails along white walls; there are pictures of him and Yul, Yul and Seulgi, but not a single one of them all together.

Now that you think about it, any affection you’ve ever seen in the household was reserved for Yul and Yul only. Seems like trouble in paradise…

You shouldn’t speculate.

The heavy wooden door creaks as Jungkook holds it open for you. You’re not sure what you expected his room to look like, but it certainly wasn’t this. The rest of the house is pretty modern, consisting of sleek blacks, whites, and woods. Countertops designed with icy swirled marble. Everything has this cold, impersonal vibe, but this room is the total opposite. The walls are baby blue, decorated top to bottom with dreamy clouds. You spot a chubby yellow star peeking out from underneath one of them, adorned with a hand-painted smiley face. On his nightstand, there’s a pastel purple foldable record player. Standing behind it is a single vinyl: Beautiful Boy by John Lennon.

“Since you like to read,” Jungkook coughs, turning your attention to a sleek bookcase, stuffed to the brim with hundreds of titles you’ve never even heard of. “I figured you’d appreciate my collection.”

“Yeah, it’s…” The words trail off as you step forward. On a whim, your finger extends, tracing the delicate spine of a well-loved book. A low chuckle brings you back to reality; you peep, cheeks heating up in embarrassment as you yank your hand away. “It’s… really cool.”

“You can borrow something if you’d like. Does anything catch your eye?” Plopping down onto the computer chair, Jungkook rummages through his desk drawer and pulls out a tiny black case. You didn’t even know he wore glasses, and when he nudges them comfily onto the bridge of his nose, you nearly melt. As if he could get any more attractive.

“N-No,” you stutter as he wheels closer. Even though you’re towering over him, you still feel so small in his presence. You pray to God he can’t sense how incredibly nervous he makes you. “Not really.”

“You wear your heart on your sleeve, you know,” he hums, low and sly. “Do I make you nervous?”

“No!” You peep in shock. Is the man a fucking mindreader?

“Right.” Jungkook peers over the rim of his lenses, dark eyes glimmering in the whimsical glow of the room. “So __, what do you want to be?”

“A teacher,” you say, playing with your fingers.

“My wife wanted to be a teacher, too.” He shoots you the softest, gentlest smile. “She ended up doing business instead.”

“Why?” You ask, gnawing on your bottom lip. You don’t mean to pry, but this is the first time you’ve ever actually talked to him in a meaningful way. Something about him intrigues you, like a puzzle you’re determined to find all the pieces to.

“Ah, well,” he sighs, inked fingers scratching at the back of his neck. “We figured it’d be best for our family if we both pursued more lucrative career paths. I switched my major from English to finance.” You light up at the confession, the similarity putting you at ease. “I’m sorry if I was abrasive earlier,” he frowns, “I settled down young and had to sacrifice a lot, so I encourage you to go for something that fulfills you.” With his elbows on his knees, he leans closer to you. “I think you’d be a fantastic teacher. You take care of my daughter well.”

“Thank you,” you peep, cheeks heating up at the compliment. “I mean… you didn’t have Yul that young.” He tried to comfort you, so it’s only fair you do the same, right? “I think your late twenties are a great time to have children.”

Almost immediately, his face drops, eyes glazing over with something so raw. So… longing. You’ve never seen anything like it before. The corners of his nose twitch before he composes himself. “Yeah, I suppose they are.” His pink tongue toys with his lip ring, swiftly changing the subject. “You seem surprised.”

“I guess I just wasn’t expecting all this.”

“Expecting what?”

“I don’t know,” you laugh clumsily, “books.” You mentally curse yourself as soon as the answer comes out. Really, __? Books?

“What?” He starts, raising a brow at you. “You thought I couldn’t read?”

Thankfully, Jungkook takes your comment playfully.

“Maybe,” you respond in the same lighthearted manner, feeling a bit more comfortable in his presence, “I also didn’t expect your room to look like a little boy’s room.”

All of the cheerfulness in the air evaporates as Jungkook glares at you with a clenched jaw and flared nostrils. Cleary irate. You’ve triggered a landmine.

“Jungkook, I’m-”

“Stop talking.” He raises a hand, cutting you off before you finish the sentence. Turning his back to you, he wheels over to his desk. “You can leave. You’re done for the day.”

Looking back, you know why he was so upset that day. You had put the puzzle pieces together a while ago. You’re unsure of the details, and asking for them feels wrong. Silence feels wrong, too, though. Until now, you’ve never dared to speak up.

You have no idea how to navigate something of this magnitude, but you just want him to know that you’re here. That you’re trying.

Cautiously, with your hand still on the tattoo, you whisper: “He must’ve been so beautiful, Jungkook…”

The thumb that had been drawing soft shapes into your side comes to an eerie pause as he freezes under you. When you look at him, your heart shatters. His chin is caved in with little dents, eyes glazed over with so much emotion. You’ve never seen a human being look so broken.

“Get off me.”

You frown at the shift in his demeanor. “Why?”

Remaining tight-lipped, Jungkook physically removes you from his lap, dumping you onto the seat next to him.

“Why can’t we ever talk about anything serious?”

He remains quiet as he slides his underwear up, not sparing you a single glance. When he speaks, his tone is painfully detached. “Like what?”

“Like what you said,” you answer curtly.

“I didn’t say anything.”

“You were about to.”

Shaking his head with a cynical chuckle, he begins buttoning his pants, pretending you don’t exist. Like you’re not right beside him, falling to pieces.

Your eyes dart to the ceiling, lashes fluttering rapidly as you mull over what to say next. You guess now would be an appropriate time to ask him what you’ve wanted for weeks. Blinking does nothing to combat your unshed tears when you realize that his answer has the potential to destroy everything you’ve been dreaming about. Everything you’ve hoped for. “When are you going to leave her?”

“Don’t be ridiculous.”

“I’m not being ridiculous, Jungkook!” Shaking your head furiously, you feel the first hints of anger in your chest, tears threatening to spill at any moment. “I’m not! I see the way you look at me!”

“What the fuck did you think was going to happen? Huh?” Finally, he’s paying attention to you, just not in the way you hoped. His face is beet red as he leans closer. “Don’t tell me you actually thought we were going to end up together, __. Seriously? You’re my babysitter! You’re seven years younger than me! This isn’t some fucking fairytale; it’s life! There’s no such thing as happily-ever-afters—grow up and stop acting like a damn child!”

“No, Jungkook,” you croak, fully sobbing as you push an angry finger into his chest. “You’re the one who’s acting childish! I may not be the most mature person, but at least I know how to accept love!”

“So let’s say I divorce my wife, then what? Huh?” He seethes. “I get partial custody? I only see Yul on weekends? Every other week? She grows up in a broken home? I refuse to ruin my daughter’s life like that.”

You take a shaky breath, eyes shifting to the car floor, the air fresher on his mirror, the window. Anywhere but him. The way Jungkook explains your make-believe future together is nothing how you envisioned it. Maybe he’s right. Maybe he’s just a fucking asshole. Neither thought process eases the pain.

“But you’re okay with ruining mine?”

For a moment, his features soften, and you see a glimmer of guilt wash over him. It fizzles out just as fast as it came. “You’re being dramatic.” Jungkook steps outside, tucking his shirt into his pants. “Get dressed.”

With jittery hands and blurry eyes, you grab your discarded lace bra, the one you had bought just for tonight, and slide it on your shoulders. When you pick your shirt up, you see that it’s ripped and tattered. Completely destroyed.

“Here,” Jungkook mumbles, tossing you his blazer as he watches you in the rearview.

Once you’re dressed, you awkwardly slide into the passenger seat. The scent of his cologne makes your head pound and your stomach flip.

“I want to go home.”

His lips part, preparing to persuade you otherwise. The hotel room he booked is ready and waiting, just as it is every Friday. He decides against it, simply murmuring an ‘okay’ before putting the keys in the ignition and starting the engine.

“Do you want to get something to eat before I drop you off?”

You just want your dad.

“I just want to go home.”

Other than the whoosh of splashing puddles and your soft sniffles, the ride to your house is painfully silent. Leaning your head against the window, you watch the moon. For miles and miles, it never changes. It’s stagnant, frozen in time, surrounded by nothing but endless blackness.

“Stop crying! I can’t stand it anymore!” Jungkook shouts, hitting the steering wheel with his open palm, finally growing uncomfortable from your non-stop tears. The sudden outburst makes you flinch. Sighing heavily, he pinches the bridge of his nose. “I’m sorry for yelling at you. Just… stop crying, please.”

You sink further into your seat, curling your lips into your mouth to suppress a sob.

“I’m not worth your tears, __.”

You feel nothing but relief when he finally turns onto your street, stopping all the way at the end, concealed by the night and the shadows of overhanging trees.

“Am I picking you up next Friday?” He asks just before you leave.

With raw cheeks and a scowl, you slam the door in his face.

Your feet are so heavy that the sidewalk sinks under you like quicksand. No matter how many steps you take, the comfort of your house seems out of reach. Too far gone. Confusion weighs on your shoulders. You should feel proud, empowered even, but that voice in the back of your mind smothers any sense of relief.

Deep down, you know this isn’t going to be the last weekend you spend with Jungkook.

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xvii. kill kill

alex turner x reader

piled up anonymous requests

word count: 12k

summary: part two! of velvet crowbar

warnings: ch*cking, sp*tting, v*olence, ab*se, hitt*ng, spank*ng, slapp+ng, dumb*fication, c*ck warming, edg*ng, g*n ki*k, bl*od, bru*ses. ag* g*p.

song recommendations: kill kill by lizzy grant

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"Hello Alex" It was him.

Alex's blood ran hot, pumping blood to the veins on his head, he was completely exposed to his dad who smoked a cigarette alone in the dark dramatically, "Long time no see... son" David said, but he never saw him as a father, he never took care of him, he was never there for him, he left him alone, vulnerable and unprotected, he never saw that man as his dad, he saw that man as the one who made his mom's life a living hell, at least she didn't have the luck to see what he had made of his life, "Sit" He kicked a chair for him.

"You have some massive balls to come here in the middle of the night David, but it's over for you," Alex said with confidence, standing up for himself, he palmed the bottom of the table looking for his gun.

David put out his cigarette on the floor, stepping on it and smudging it on the ground, "I've come to tell you everything Ally, so if you wanna know why I'm doin' what I'm doin' shut the fuck up and listen... there's nothin' down there, Ally, actually there's nothin' for you" Alex froze, "Yeah... you heard me, there's no money for you... there was never anything for you" His harsh words fractured his whole plan, and Alex questioned what he meant by that... what he meant by nothing.

"This was never about the money or the power, this was always about takin' everything away from you" David lit another cigarette and stared bluntly at his son, suddenly Alex was dumbfounded as he looked at his father's frown, he recognized that face he made, chin up, eyebrows pushed together, the corners of his mouth subtly smiling, and his eyes set on his, this was a posture he took whenever he outsmarted somebody, in this case, his own son, it filed his ego to be right, to prove someone wrong.

"Don't you think I know that, already?" David answered, "I'll be dead soon... and all of my money, my fame, my sign, my franchise, absolutely everything is gonna be for your brother, there were many other women before and after your mom," He chuckled, "I have no interest whatsoever in living but I had even less interest in knowing your favorite color, or your favorite cartoon, Matt..." Alex froze, when he heard the name of the boy who he shared his most cherished friendship, at that moment everything was blurry, unclear, broken, "I never did anything to him, an exceptional young man like him could be used for something bigger than you or me, see Ally... your mother was nothing without me, a simple woman that worked as a teacher with a fatherless son... I thought I could give us everything, your mother could give me a perfect family, I loved you as my own but... I lacked this feeling of being wanted, cherished even adored, and that's what Matt's mother did because your mother never did since the day that I met her, after Matt turned 18 I took him away and made his mother my wife, you knew him as your neighbor, the nice lad next door, but he's your stepbrother and let me tell you, he's nothin' like you, he's everything I wanted you to be" He smiled when he thought of him, "Your mother, she.... she was everything to me until she wasn't, she threatened to expose me and take her son with her, I didn't care about that... I cared about my reputation, so I locked her up, raised you alongside Matt this whole time... then I vanished and here we are, it's easier said than done" He kept chuckling at how easy was to tell you everything, and now slowly that was turning into ashes.

He looked at Alex, his eyes bloodshot, threatening to kill him with his hands, but first, he had to let him finish.

"Now that my will is done, and everything's in its right place, I will finally complete my life's purpose and I can become a ghost, I'll still run my hotels, Matt's just another puppet I can control, he always wanted daddy's approval, even before he found out I was his dad, he never had one living with him but that doesn't mean he never existed, I was there watching him become a bright man, just like his father and I watched you get off the rails, just like your mom, Alex, tell me how were you planning to destroy a dead man, huh? Your plan was never going to work since the beginning"

Alex sat in silence, his thoughts growing louder and louder, his rage expanding like fire and flames, he sat silent, too angry to speak, but he had just one thing to say, "If you're gonna die, I might as well kill you anyway" He choked his own father with his hands, watching his life slip away from his eyes but he still was strong enough to fight one last time pushing Alex far away.

Alex punched him with a left hook, throwing the old man's body to the floor, "I know everything about what you did to the girl" Alex froze when he mentioned the name of his most prized possession, someone that was irreplaceable, "I know every single little detail of your life Alexander, I'm taking away everything you owned after I die including the girl..." Alex closed his hand into a tight fist, punching David's face until his knuckles were bleeding, Alex stood up and watched his own father spit blood on the floor and laughing like a psychopath, "Auf wiedersehen" Time froze since the moment David took out his gun from the pocket of his black coat and fired, knocking Alex to the wooden floor, his body falling flat of the impact, he saw David standing up from the ground, bleeding and beaten up, but with his head up high heading out thru the door, his heart threatened to stop at any second, he tried to fight the uneven beating of his heart, and the sudden vertigo, but most of all, he was worried about the girl upstairs peacefully sleeping like an angel in the clouds, that was the only thought that brought him peace.

The light shines through the face of the girl, he thinks it is the most heavenly way to die, she truly is an angel that helped you go through hell, his own Virgil.

"For fucks sake..." Your eyes welled up with tears but before you could say anything else he shushed you up with his index finger, he signed you to follow behind, and he put a record to play, going around in circles, the first note hit and he felt ready to talk to you pulling you in, grabbing both of your arms and whispering on your ear.

"Listen to me" His breathing trembling, "We're not safe here, we need to go, I have another place we can stay in for a couple of nights, pack your things and we'll head out soon, don't worry about the noises that you hear, I need to do something first" You held him tightly, gripping his blood-stained shirt, holding onto him trembling like a little kitten, he soothes you rocking your bodies left to right kissing the top of your head, hearing his heart pound against your ear. You broke the hug even if it hurt and you rushed upstairs without saying another word.

Last night was an eye opener night for him, to sharpen up, keep his enemies closer, watch out for the people he trusted, to be on the lookout because somebody was slowly hunting him down, he knew by now his father was five steps ahead but he had a pawn, a card that could draw back everything and make him start from zero, and it was all in a Marlboro cigarette, he contemplated the cigarette bud, wrapped in white thin paper, the timeless brand written in gold letters, with just one fingerprint and his fresh blood, he was now on top, even if it almost costs his life, he was back, now it could be a matter of time until everything was set up.

Alex began to flip the house upside down, making sure to leave it a mess, breaking papers filled with evidence, and pictures, throwing the couch backwards, screaming and grunting, firing his gun, breaking his sculptures and his art, glass shattering, confessions, and blood, a lot of blood, if one thing should be certain, someone was murdered, and it wouldn't have been David. Alex went back upstairs looking for you, you were in a hurry stuffing Alex's clothes and putting them in bags, Alex waved his hand at you, and you quickly ran behind him back downstairs with the bags, wearing one of his sweaters, your black knee socks, and dirty converse.

"It's time, go to the car" Without looking back you quietly ran to the back of the house swinging open the garage door and throwing the bags in the car, the chauffeur dressed in black waiting for his instructions patiently, once you jumped inside you saw Alex staying back, the chauffeur locking the doors, "Wait... no, no!" Your hand slammed against the window, "Alex, what are you doing?!" You desperately tried to open the door, tears stinging your eyes.

"Take her to the ranch, be ready for the next instructions when I call you" Your eyes began to water as you heard his orders.

You climbed to the front, "No, please! Take me with you! let me stay with you, I'll follow you anywhere, I'm begging you" A knot had formed in his throat as he saw you like that, crying just like the first time he saw you, your big eyes glossy and red, he couldn't forgive himself as he told the driver to leave, he took a step back, not being able to say anything else, it broke his heart, he didn't know who to trust anymore, he only knew that you were pure and innocent, his own savior, his intentions were good and both of you knew it, but it didn't justify the fact that he was pushing away. The moment the man unlocked the doors you jumped out of the car falling, bruising your knees and arms but you went running back to the house, watching Alex wrecking it completely.

"What the fuck are you doing here?!" He yelled at you like a monster, gripping your shoulders until they were bruised, "I told you to go, I don't want you here!" He ordered.

"I don't care, I'm gonna stay with you" You hugged him tight, clinging on to him.

"No, babe," He went outside to the garage, "Listen to me" He got down to his knees, "You can't be here, I need you to understand... it's too dangerous for you to be here and you've already hurt yourself for me... I don't want you to get hurt any longer, please just go"

"But I don't wanna go anywhere else, and this little scrap doesn't hurt as much as me not being here with you, please" You begged him, suddenly the chauffeur got out of the car, he was a tall man with a big beard, his hands covered in tattoos wearing his all-black suit.

"Sir, I can take care of this" He firmly stated.

"No, Cameron I-" The man, stopped him.

"Sir, I'm not only your chauffeur and bodyguard, I owe you everything, consider this a favor in return for all of the many ones you did, I'm in deep debt with you... for everything you've done to help me and my family..." He looked at you and back at him, "Leave, I can finish up here, don't worry about anything else, your rifle is in the back" Alex shook the man's hand and grabbed yours, getting back inside the car, he took off at a high speed burning the tires, but he never once let go of your hand, the feeling of frustration had you on the verge of tears, you didn't understand anything. He almost died last night, but from now on you wouldn't let anyone or anything separate you from your one and only, it all seemed faith, but people seemed to get in the way trying to break you apart after you wanted to run away from him, now you want to run away with him wherever he took you, it was only you and him, with a rifle and a few bags in the back.

It took you almost 30 minutes to get to San Bernadino, a small almost empty city, like a ghost town but it was beautiful, going past the woods and through a lakeside, driving on a dirt road until Alex parked his car outside a big old ranch, he kindly opened the door for you and took out the bags letting your way in thru the comfy house, suddenly you heard the engine of a motorcycle start.

You went outside, covering your eyes from the light, mouthing "Where are you going?"

He got out of the bike, the wind blowing wild, lifting up his shirt, his dark glasses didn't allow you to define what was he feeling or thinking at the moment, "I need to be certain that no one is following us, please stay in the house, I'll be back in 20" He pecked your lips before he took off in his black bike.

Once inside you glanced at the bags, you didn't want to unpack them, you didn't want to give in to the thought that maybe you would stay in this ranch locked up for more than you estimated, so you cleaned it up as you babble to a song you couldn't get out of your head, you didn't want to think about the risks, what was at stake, what could happen, because anything could happen and Alex was out there, alone and unprotected, while you were sheltered, you didn't want to think about it more, you just made time cleaning, made food for whenever he arrived, you wanted to be present, show him that no matter what, you will be his own little shelter.

You tried to find comfort in organizing the house, it was beautiful with an at home studio, you wondered how Alex found this place, by the time you finished you went inside the bathroom, you had never seen a ranch quite like this before, so luxurious but vintage, the bathtub was comfy, small but two people could fit in there comfortably, it was cober, and thankfully the water was warm, you dipped your whole body inside the tub, drowning the loud and overwhelming silence, you closed your eyes and tried to picture a better life with Alex in the backyard of your own house, him playing his favorite songs on his old record player smoking a cigarette as he watches you decorate the garden with flowers, picking lilies and peonies, you found comfort in those thoughts, you bathed your whole subconscious in those ideas and you went back up to the surface, just as you were raising above you heard a noise that fractured the silence, the water splashes from the drain to the tub, you were quiet, only the sound of the water drops could be trusted, maybe that noise was in your head, but nevertheless you waited until you heard footsteps coming your way, in sync with the water drops, your breathing got stuck, and you froze when you saw him.

Bathed in a cold sweat, with every old bruise on his thick skin there was a new open one, you didn't speak, you didn't cry, you stood up and watched him so dazed and numb, bleeding, and filled with violence, you could see it in his eyes, he was sick, this revolting feeling that twisted his stomach, he was worn out, you got up from the tub, water running down your body, stepping out and approaching him, no questions asked, he tore off every other thought from his mind the moment he saw you in the tub, your hair wet and slicked back like a siren, he was a lost sailor in the deep sea.

You closed the space between you, he hugged your naked back, his hands dropping to your hips, your arms wrapped around the back of his head, his heart beating fast as you pressed yourself closer to him, you held him tight, you could feel it somehow, you broke the hug and took his hand walking him to the tub, fixing him out of his blood-stained shirt, taking it off button by button and sliding it down his bruised arms, your fingertips traced the veins that ran thru his purple bruises and the new open scars on his knuckles, now that you could see him closely, his bottom lip was torn, his left eye was punched, a little bit swollen and red, he was in a bad state, you zipped out his jeans and pulled them down along with his boxers, he kicked his shoes off and went inside the tub with you, he rests his body on top of yours, wrapping your legs and arms around him, cleaning the blood out of his body softly, "I'm glad you're here with me babe" He said, your heart warmed up, you felt that knot on your stomach detangle, now you were holding him, and he was alive, bruised up but you would take care of him.

"You don't know how much-... I was so scared" You whipped your nose, holding back the tears as best as you could, "You don't need to tell me what happened, just tell me it's gonna be ok for at least tonight, that you'll be here and we'll wake up together" You whispered to his ear.

He held your hand and nodded, "Everything's gonna be ok, I promise" You ran your hand down his arm and you looked closely at the flower tattoo on his inner arm, you traced it with your fingertips.

"Tell me about your tattoo, I love the shape of that flower," You said to him, that hint of excitement in your voice made him smile.

"It's the natal flower of my city, Sheffield... I got it in 2012, a little bit pissed but at the time I thought it was sick tha knows... like it made me a real tough mother fucker with a flower tattoo" You both laughed in unison, "But now it's just pure nostalgia, but it makes me feel close to the memories of my adolescence"

"Which is your favorite memory?"

"The day I lost my virginity" He quickly answered, you smacked your lips and he chuckled, "To be honest it was embarrassing... but it was the same day that I played a gig with my mates" You gasped.

"You were in a band?!" He hummed a yes with the cheekiest smile on his face, "So that makes me a groupie?"

"Mhm, yes babe, but you know we had a few gigs in pubs, I worked on one of them actually but our first one was in a pub called The Grapes, amazing, so exciting but I was nervous at the moment but I still wanted to do it, we weren't the best but I knew that it wouldn't kill me to try and do it," You hummed playing with his hair.

"What was the band called?"

"Arctic Monkeys, I played the guitar, Andy the bass, Cookie the rhythm guitar, and Matt..." He stayed quiet for more than a minute, gathering his memories and trying not to let his emotions get the worst of him, "He... played the drums, and he played the hell out of them, I wish you could've seen us" You could hear the nostalgia on his voice.

"I think I was in primary school at that time" Both of you laughed loudly when you reminded Alex of that age gap, but if you didn't mind it he didn't either, "I bet you guys rocked,"

"That's right, all of us grew up together, and played in the same soccer team except Jaime, I was really good at basketball as well, but you know I wasn't really a good-looking guy"

You hummed disagreeing, "I think no matter how old you are, you'd still be breaking hearts"

"Nah," He said, "I took it slow, one girl at a time, I never really knew how to express love, I knew what it was, but I wasn't sure if I could handle it, or if it would be enough, and yeah... I don't know... I never really told anyone that" You massaged his hair with your fingers.

"It's alright, baby," You said kissing his cheek, "I think I was saying that more of me than you, I'm an asshole when it comes to love, deep down I know that I'm not good enough for anyone, so I broke plenty of hearts... before I cling onto people, I know I'll disappoint them, so I much rather hate myself than making them have the wrong impression of love,"

"You know what... we could work with that," He said hopefully, "Tell me more about you, was your first time good?" He asked, making you blush with embarrassment and cover your face with both of your hands.

"It was... um... in 11th grade, I think... I met the guy outside a party, smoking some shit and he gave me some, we liked each other and we went with it, but I didn't really enjoy it, it was funny, he was sloppy but careful... and I thought I would just be straight up bad but he showed me the opposite, after that I just repeated the process, talked and once they quiet down I look at them like this" You turned his face, deeply staring at his eyes, your eyes turned from dark to doe and he smiled, kissing your lips lingeringly.

"I see what you're up to" You smiled, and changed the conversation to him.

"And you?"

He cleared his throat, "Well... after the gig we went to crack a few at Cookie's and we had a blast, at the time I was in the middle of starting a relationship with this girl that I had a crush on, neither of us wanted to admit it, but when we set it on stone, we began to date... I think it wasn't that bad, I did all of the job, trying to please her more than meself, and to impress her even if I didn't know much, she said it was good but nobody's first time is amazing" You agreed with him.

"Have you ever fallen in love?" You asked him, he turned to look at you, tracing his thumb and index down to your chin, he looked at you in the same way he looked at you when you first kissed him.

"I think I'm beginning to know what it feels like" For the longest time you had waited for those tingles in your tummy, and your cheeks to feel warm and hot, you visibly blushed and your mouth curled into a smile, because you felt it too, there was nothing more beautiful and pure than the nakedness of the heart.

"Fuck you," You said with a smile, hiding your face. He teased you trying to make you laugh by tickling your sides until he pulled your hands down, it was the first time you blushed, your cheeks painted crimson, "Don't look at me like that!" He pinned your hands down switching places to be face to face with you, "Tell me more about your little girlfriends" You switched the subject.

"Mmm, tell me about yours"

"Why would you wanna know about mine?" You crossed your arms while he stared at you darkly, knowing you couldn't be able to win the staring contest that he put you in, you began to talk, "Never had an official boyfriend, you know? it was kinda like a few months thing, flirting and you know, eventually, we just agreed to say goodbye, but the sex... what more could you ask for?" He moved closer to you, tilting his head to the side, trying to find another angle to get to you.

"Teenage angst?" He questioned.

"Yeah..." You giggled, "Being curious about the things that you like... if you like your hair to be pulled, chocking, tongue kissing, you know... that" You giggled awkwardly while he kept looking at you with a smirk.

"And what else?... did you like the stuff that you did with them? was there a guy that was remarkable?"

You hummed and smiled as you remembered, "Actually... yes," You lift your eyebrow, "He was something else, the best I had in the time, fun and adventurous, he had no shame in asking the things that I might like, asked me if I wanted to be chocked while he had his hands around my neck if I liked being called names..."

"Better than me?" His fingers trailed up your body so gently, from your knees up to your inner thigh, "Answer me"

You drew your leg back, pushing him to stay still as you crawl on top of him, "Don't act like that, he was only fun because I made him fun, I only used him because he fitted me so well..." Your tongue attacked his ear, sloppily kissing him with your open warm mouth, Alex began to feel himself giving into you, your back so soft and your kisses so wet, he could feel himself getting aroused but he didn't want to, he wanted to have complete control over you and your body, he smacked your ass roughly abruptly taking the control.

"Dirty fuckin' cunt" You smiled as he spat, your eyes made him melt when you posed them so innocent and cute.

"Did I upset you... Daddy?" You purred with a pout on your face.

"Mmm, it don't matter to me... who he was, or what he did with you, you had your fun... now it's my turn" You smile widely when you felt his head on the entrance of your cunt, you could feel it in your tummy, that same spark starting to flutter and expand all over your body, like electric shocks, "'Cause I know that deep down, you wish to be somebody else's toy" You moaned with pleasure when you felt the tip of his cock inside you, your walls contracting at the urge of more of him, "Say it," He said, looking at you with that mischievous smile, and his eyes turning evil and childish.

"Say what?" You asked, just to get him to pull your hair or choke you with his hands, but it made you earn a smack on the ass, in his hand he could fit half of your face and he squished it pulling you closer to his face, "I'm daddy's toy" You whispered very quietly.

"Again" He ordered.

With a grin, you pecked his lips and said, "I'm daddy's little toy" You wave your ass out crawling on top, "Won't you play with me?" You put his finger inside your mouth biting it.

"You're adorable" He pushed his hips, sliding all the way inside you, you gasped as chills ran up your spine, "Especially when you open your mouth just like that, to moan whenever I'm inside you, whenever daddy's cock is fucking your tight pussy, I wanna hear you gagging for just a little bit of my cum, I know how wet it makes you think about me filling you up till the very last..." You groan, your movements starting to build up, setting a pace that was harder, rocking your hips more aggressively, "You want more, you greedy fucking whore, wanting more of me cock, don't you? playin' around with me... this is what you get..." He wasn't even trying to please you, it was enough the pleasure that you gave him, you could feel his cock hardening with each time you rocked your hips, and that was enough pleasure for you.

"Mmm... Daddy please, I want you..." Watching his tough gaze was making you wetter, the danger that surrounds him, the violence, the bruises, it just made you want more even when he was cold as ice, he felt so amazing, the water turning warm as he picked up a harsh pace pulling your body forward, his face between your tits as your ass bounces against his cock, water splashing, meat crashing, your body grinding asking for more contact with his body, his bottom lip caught in between his teeth, you closed your eyes enjoying the feeling of how much he needs you, he needs you so badly that it consumes him completely, carnal lovemaking.

His movement decreased as he felt you slowly reaching your end, so he put off the flame, you whined and pulled his hair back, "Are you in touch with your darkest fantasies... desires and thoughts?" You gasped, that question made something in your heart skip a beat, and your brain clicked the pieces together, you smiled pulling your body forward, wrapping both of your arms around him.

"Why? Are you gonna make them come true?"

"Tell me what you want and you can have it" He answers fast without stuttering, looking directly into your eyes, "I wanna know what you're thinking, what's in that little head of yours" He caressed your hair with the palm of his hand, you wanted things to move quickly, just having him inside you filling you up was enough to keep you on the edge.

"Degrade me," You said a little doubtful, you didn't know how much could he be ok with, even the thought of saying certain things that you were interested in trying made you doubt a little if you could even like them.

"I already know that... but you didn't even have to tell me that, I saw it in your face, a corrupt angel" He whispered to your mouth, kissing you passionately so you could feel the love.

"I have tried somethings but... never this and this is something I always wanted to do," You referred to the shower, "But more than just thoughts, I think you're my darkest fantasy, I like how big you are, how you fit me, how you hold me and hurt me, how much it lingers in my body, I love how you push me down and fuck me until my vision is blurry and the air is too thick to breathe, I love the sharpness of your jaw and your knife, the spanking and your punishments, I love everything about it" You smiled leaning for a big kiss, the kind that made you smile widely.

He slowly began to thrust his hips, pushing his dick inside you, your walls contracting desperately for more friction, the spot getting tighter as his hand dropped in between your legs, circling your clit in gentle circles, you whimpered moving your hips to his rhythm, your fingernails caressing the soft hairs on the back of his head.

"Do you like how daddy fills you up?" you hissed, your head arching back, nipples getting hard, "You look so pretty when you take daddy's cock" You blushed at his words, feeling your entire body being covered by this sudden heat wave, but it got washed away the minute he slipped out of your entirely.

"Wait, what are you doing?" you whined, "Please Daddy don't take it away, I need it" you begged him, without saying another word he stood up, taking a step out of the shower, while you sat there, you could see him all, that piece of meat that hung between his legs, hard and swollen red.

You tried to stand up but he stopped you, his hand on your shoulder, "I wanna see you"

"What do you mean? you can see me" he said no with his head as if he really couldn't see you naked already.

"I wanna see your hands in between your legs, touching yourself so nasty, right in front of me" You didn't understand from where he got this but you obeyed, that tone of his boys and his killer glare told you to not say more, and just stare at him.

You put your hand in between your legs just like he wanted, it was all up to you, but after feeling Alex yesterday you knew touching yourself wouldn't feel as good as him, none the less you began to rub yourself in a gentle calm, and teasing circles, staring at him, biting your bottom lip and closing your eyes as you let your mind drown in the thought of yesterday.

"Don't..." he raised his voice, "I want you to tell me what are you thinking about, I want to hear you, everything I wanna know you everything, keep your eyes on me and you'll get it" You smiled, a little bit coughs off guard by his request.

"Daddy..." You sigh with your sweet voice, your fingers slowly gathering up a gentle pace on your swollen clit, it hurt a little bit to rub it down but it turned you on more to see him in all of his glory, you glorified his body, every inch of it, every muscle and vein that ran above his skin, everything about him was pure ecstasy, "I remember last night so vividly when you kissed me..." You exhaled, "And I was sat down on your leg, I could feel you... I could feel how hard you were getting for me, for my lips and the kiss I gave you, I knew it since then... I could feel how badly you wanted to fuck me"

"Keep going" He gulped, slowly beginning to stroke himself right in front of your eyes, that now didn't want to blink, you didn't wanna miss the way his hand grabbed his dick and began to jerk it.

"I-..." You bite down on your lip, "I can feel you inside me, you fuck me up so badly... I just want it back inside me again, it's as if I was drooling for you to be back in it, to have me all bruised and sore, I just need to feel you again, I can't do this by myself I need you..." You whine, stopping your fingers, "Nothing I could do to myself would ever be as good as you, what did you do to me, what did you do to me?"

"I showed you who you really are, the real you, not what everyone sees, I have seen you, I have tried you... been inside you, and I love every part of you, and I will love even the ones I don't know just yet" You looked at him, and you knew you were gone, you didn't want to be free anymore, didn't want to be away from him, because you love that man, he grabbed your hand, kneeling in front of you, guiding your fingers in big circles on your cunt.

"Tell me you love me"

"I love you, I love you..." Your moans started to get out of control, "I love you! I love you!" His fingers pushed yours back, you bucked your hips forward trying to get them to sink deeper but you couldn't, nothing could be as deep as he is, he was an ocean that washed you away, you tried to keep reaching deeper, trying to find your ending but you were no way near of finishing, even if he was the one that kept your fingers inside you, he watched you twist and scream for more, trying to provoke it but nothing happened, "I can't-" You chocked out, his thumb rubbed your clit in teasing gentle circles.

"You can't?... I'll stop then" You grabbed his wrist before he could take it away, digging your fingernails into his skin, "Tell me what do you want?" He demanded

"I want you to pound me until you leave me red and bruised until it hurts but I won't stop you, fuck me" You spat, the palm of his hand grabs a hold of your chin and squishes your cheeks together.

He smiled to himself, humming as he picks you up from the ground, wrapping both of your legs around his hips, "That's exactly what I wanted to hear, such a good little slut, my good little whore" He slides himself inside you, feeling him reach a new level of deepness inside you, it made your cheeks burn as he makes your body jolt up and down, you could see your face in the mirror, how you took him in deep, thrusting his hips up slowly making you sigh, you loved his body, his big back and even his round ass, you giggled by the thought, "What's that?" He asked, picking up on you and watching yourself in the mirror.

"Don't stop, it was nothing" You said, but he turned and looked at your eyes thru the mirror.

"So you want a close-up look at your pretty face when I make you cum all around me, right?" You gulped, and that little hint of excitement could be seen through your eyes you nodded, and he slipped out of you just as easily as he got inside of you, walking you to the mirror, he turned you over, pulling your hips forward, "Arch your back..." You did as you were told, sticking out your ass for him, he hummed in satisfaction as his hands ran down your hips, fondling the roundness of your ass, he smacked it, living his hot hand print on your red ass cheek, and you didn't smile to the pain, you smiled to his face, you liked being held down, and the way he pushes your hips to his body, the way his neck arches and his throat stretches as he gulps because he loves how tight and warm you feel.

"You like my pussy, Daddy?" You whimper as he buries his dick deep, he looked at you thru the mirror, your pink cheeks and glimmering doe eyes had him on the verge.

"I love it, honey" He replays, his fingers tracing up your spine to your head, playing with your wet hair, messing it around, he gasps and thrusts inside you, slow but rough, electrifying, you nudge your head to the side, and he wraps your hair around his hand, drawing your body against his, he watches you thru the mirror, your eyes swelling up in tears, you needed more than just that slow pace, you loved it but you were desperate.

"Alex... please" You whined, "Gimme more Daddy please" You begged him, he noticed how your voice sounded more high pitched as you were about to cry, "Destroy me" He smiled, increasing his pace, "I know you want it" He pushed your body up to his, you watched and heard how his hips came in contact with your body, smacking and hitting it hard, your skin became raw and tender, his hair falling on his face as he speeds, his breathing shortens into a gasp with each time your walls contract around him.

"Oh, babe..." He whimpered, "You're- fuckin' hell," He lost control of himself, on how rough he was being with you, his arm wrapped around your neck, while his other pulled your hips forward, jolting your body up, your cheeks turning red, gasping for air, he wasn't going to stop any time soon, now it was all about him, he had lost control the moment he saw you take him so well, profoundly obsessed with the way your eyes glimmered whenever he was inside of you, how soft they become, how weak and easy you became to manage, how wet you got by just a simple graze or touch of him, you were it for him, he loved the way your pupils expanded, or when your chest became red, and how greedy you were.

"I'm gonna... please don't stop Daddy" You cried, your vision turning white, he watched you get out of your body, your mouth wide open, and your eyelids roll back when he pushed himself inside you, feeling you come around him warm and messy, you had lost your hearing for a moment, but he saw and heard it all, and you were unleashed completely, he pulled out of you second before he came, only for you to drop to your knees and open your mouth as a reflex, he came warm in your face, and your tongue.

"I'm so proud of you my little princess" You smiled, not only pleased on the outside but on the inside too, you could hear how happy you made him, satisfied, and you had a sense of fulfillment.

"Thank you, Daddy" He grabbed a towel for you to take out his release from your face but you didn't accept it, instead you took it away from your face and licked it off your fingers, "Yummy," You said with a smile. He picked you up from the ground with no struggle, you felt so light, and then he wrapped you up in a towel, grabbed your hairbrush, and slowly brushed away your hair, he was so gentle, it relaxed you to the point you didn't notice when you fell asleep to the feeling of his hands massaging your scalp, and your shoulders.

"My beautiful girl, it's time to rest" You saw him cover you up in the soft sheets, pulling your warm body to his, drifting to sleep with no more thoughts, no more distractions, no more worries, he had thrown them out the window the moment he saw you in the shower, now it was only you he could think about, and how happy he is in that moment, his eyelids felt heavier and heavier as the place got darker, his eyes were shut now, and that moment of happiness was over.

In his dreams he found no comfort like you, he only found despair and paranoia, he felt as though someone was watching him, he was all alone in his childhood room, and his mother's music could be heard from afar, echoing in his ears, he got up, it felt as though everything was spinning, everything slow, and far, he let his way down the stairs of his old house, nothing had changed, everything was in its place, the pictures were hanged, the flowers hadn't died, and his mother was fine, he hugged her from behind, the familiar sound of his favorite video game caught his attention, he walked to his living room, watching you play his video game on the floor with a smile spreader across your face.

"You can't have them both" His father's raspy voice broke the silence, he was in the old settee with the suit he always saw him in, drinking bourbon, he stood up, pointing the gun at your head, watching his mother enter the room slowly, "What's it gonna be?" Alex froze, his heart sinking to his feet, he couldn't move, couldn't fight back, the gun went off and his eyes opened.

He jumped, and you woke up next to him, sweating cold, looking pale, his breathing agitated, "What happened?" He heard your voice echoing, and you eased him, grabbing his hand with both of your hands, and smiling, he looked at you, and saw from your shadow walk out his father, "I'm watching you..."

The third time he woke up in a cold sweat, you were still asleep, laying on your side, your naked back soft like silk, he had to stand up for a moment, sitting by the window to feel the fresh and cool air of the night, he watched you, how your chest rises and falls serenely, your pouty lips and long eyelashes, shining in the moonlight, he was frightened by the shadows in the night, he felt like a child again, relying on his night lamp to keep him safe from the monsters underneath his bed, and the ones that hid in the shadows.

In the morning you woke up to the sound of the birds on your rooftop, happy and dreamy, but alone, you rolled on the bedsheets, using them as a big gown, you watched him in the frame of your door, walking around tense, with his silver gun in his hand, sipping black coffee like a maniac.

"Alex..." He stopped, putting the coffee away only to hug you tight, but this was a very tight hug, as if he was relieved of something, "Is everything ok?" You asked.

"I'm sorry" He replayed.

"But... why?" You cupped his face with both of your hands, his eyes softened when he looked at you.

"Because I promised you that everything was going to be ok," He said sounding very disappointed in himself, he was being very harsh on himself, and you didn't get why, "I brought you into this mess, when I shouldn't have done this to you, this is something that I have to take care of, and you shouldn't be here"

Your heart dropped, "What do you mean I shouldn't be here?" He was quiet, and you walked up to him, "Look at me and tell me you want me to leave" He stood still looking down to the floor, "You're beating yourself up, killing yourself from the inside, you need to stop that" You ordered.

"What if I can? What if you don't love anything at all? There's nothing else for you to love" He walked away from you, grabbing his gun.

"I died a few days ago, and you brought me back to life, what makes you think I won't do the same for you? I'm in love with you" You said desperately, the sheets dropping to the floor as you held him.

"You're in love with a dying man"

You grabbed his wrist, aiming the gun at your heart, "There's nothing for me left, there's nothing I would want more in this life than you... if you stay... I stay" You were crumbling down his walls one by one.

"You're crazy," He said with a smile, "The Bonnie to my Clyde" You couldn't let go of him, pressed against him so tightly, "You're my little bunny, you know that?" H gave you a light smack on your ass.

You smiled and nodded, "I'm gonna get changed"

"Thought you didn't bring any clothes?" You chuckled, cheeky son of a bitch, you walked to the room making a ponytail for your hair, even if he loved how his navy blue sweater fitted you, there's nothing that he could love more than watching you naked.

"Your sweaters dummy! What do you want for breakfast?" You walked over to the kitchen, "I can make some..." You looked at the eggs and butter, "Omelettes or... french toast?" He nodded, going back to being a vigilante, you put the brown sugar and white sugar in a bowl incorporating them with some cinnamon, cracking the eggs, splashing vanilla and milk, and mixing them together, you turned on the stove, cutting up some butter to grease the pan, soaking the bread in the mixture, and letting it cook slowly as you chopped some fruit.

Just in a few minutes, the house began to smell like cinnamon, warm black coffee, and cigarettes, you served the breakfast and sat on the settee with Alex, he smiled as you covered his toast in butter and maple syrup, he took a big bite, chewing it slowly in front of you, he swallowed, "This is lovely, the best french toast I've ever tried" You smiled and pecked his lips.

"My sister could be many things, but I was gifted with the kitchen, except for the dishes, after this I'm not lifting another finger" You joked, and he smiled at you, his mouth full.

"There's more right?" You smiled and said yes, getting up to give him what was left from the toasts you made.

"How long are you gonna be there playing Batman?" He smiled and nudged his head, "Maybe I could learn" You said.

"How to shoot? You're crazy, woman" You rolled your eyes, "I think it's best if I'm the one who holds the rifle"

"You know I'm a good girl, I can learn it fast, come on!" You begged him putting your hands together, "Please, please, please?"

"Let's go" You grabbed your shoes jumping as you put them on and he grabbed a few apples, stripping up his rifle in his back with his gun on his belt, and then he took you to the back of the house, close to the woods, he lined the apples, he walked back to you, grabbing your hand and walking further away from the target, "You're about 10 ft away from your target, not very far but good for your first try, first you load the gun" He grabbed a box of bullets from his coat, taking only two rounds "This is a magazine" He pointed it out, pressing a release button on the side of the grip taking it off from the pistol, "As you add rounds the spring gets compressed, that's why it's hard to close it"

"But thank God I have you here Daddy" You kissed his cheek and he smiled, trying to hide the small blush that crept to his cheeks, you noticed, but you didn't say anything.

"Load the flat side of the cartridge to the flat side of the magazine and the round side of the cartridge to the rounded side of the magazine, almost like batteries, right?" You nod, humming a yes, "Then you put it back in place, hold it strongly, you must have a very strong grip, rest the magazine here" He puts it in the palm of your hand, and you push it in until you heard a click, "Perfect, then you charge it" He clamshells your han over the rear sight is of the slide, you pulled the slide back to the rear until it stopped and he released your hand, allowing it to slide and slam shut, he puts himself behind you, aiming the gun at the target, "There, focus..." He whispered into your ear, but it was very hard when he was so close to you, pressed up against you, just like in the bathroom, "Breathe..." Your chest rises and falls calmly as your finger hooks into the trigger, "Shoot" He says, and you shoot, hitting the apple perfectly, "That's my girl!" He cheered and picked you up from the floor spinning you around.

"Can I go again?" You asked him sweetly, and he nodded, you followed the same steps, Alex watching your every move, putting his rifle on his shoulders and his arms above it, you could hear his raspy and deep voice in your ear again, breathing in and out calmly, and shooting perfectly.

"I'm impressed, you're very good at this, doll" You smiled and pecked his lips.

"I had a good teacher" He pulled you in with his hand on your lower back, kissing you passionately until your lips were swollen and pink, taking advantage of the moment to grip your ass tightly, you moaned and he slipped his tongue inside your mouth, and then he shut you off, tearing the kiss apart.

"You wanna see how I do it?" You nodded, but before he could shoot you ran to fetch an apple, putting it above your head, "What are you doing?!"

"I trust you, you can do it!" He sighed, aiming the barrel of the rifle at the top of your head, and cleanly shooting the apple away, you were amazed by him, running back to him and hugging him tight, the thrill of everything had you so euphoric.

His hand gripped your neck firmly but not tightly, "Don't do that again, alright?" He softly said, and you nodded grabbing his fingers with your hand.

"Nothing was going to happen though... I knew you wouldn't fail the shot" You said to him, "I was just playing around," You said, but he stopped you.

"I don't wanna play like that with you, you could've gotten hurt..." He said, you cheekily smiled at him, "What?" You grabbed the gun in his hand, sticking out your tongue and licking it, he was speechless.

"Where's the fun in that?" You said to him, you didn't know what got into you when you saw him shooting, so strong, and manly, you knew those weren't the right words but you still struggled to find some that even got closer, something got inside you wanted more of him like that, you were the center of his universe levitating around you, a strange type of magnetism, drawn to each other, something unstoppable, "I'm ready for you, daddy" You whispered, lifting up your sweater, pushing his hand in between your legs, as you played with his gun, licking it like a toy.

"You're a perverted little slut" He slide his fingers inside you, "Got you obsessed with me cock, didn't I?" You nod as a yes, shivering but not for the cold, for the way his hand gripped your neck tight like a perfect collar, "Precious girl, what got you like that?"His fingers ran down your folds, wet and so tight for him, needy for something to fill them up.

You giggled as he pushed your cheeks together squishing them, "Find out inside maybe?" You pulled his fingers away, and he kneeled on the ground throwing you over his shoulder, you tried pushing your sweater down but he spanked you instead, quickly getting inside the ranch and throwing you to the couch.

He stood up, pointing the gun at your head, your face inching closer to his slowly, his eye examining your face carefully as you closed your eyes to kiss him, softly, heavenly, falling deeper and deeper to a never-ending loop of you and only you, of your sweet smell of vanilla with a note of cinnamon, your sweet maple syrup mouth, and lovely coffee brown eyes, his lips open yours to push his tongue inside your, tasting your warm and sugary insides, something he loves so much makes him have this feeling of wanting to consume you entirely, he pushed you down to the couch, crawling on top of you, his knee in between your legs, holding his gun to the side of your forehead, his hand slowly reaching in between them.

"I'm gunna blow you away babe doll" His fingers roamed your clothed pussy, the excitement making you smile, his gun aimed at your face, "Come on now, don't look so scared, You know where I want you..." You smiled at him, "Don't smile at me like that... get down on your knees you fucking cunt" He pressed it to your chest and you slowly kneeled on the floor, you stared at him with wide eyes, "Why are you lookin' at me like that now, huh?" You stayed quiet and began to fiddle with the hem of his jeans and just as you were about to pull his dick out of his boxers he threw your hand away, looking at you disappointed, "God... you never learn, you're so dumb..."

Your eyes wide open, your heart skipping a beat at the look of his eyes on you, it hits you like a bullet, right into your heart, "But what did I do wrong?" His hand grabs and pulls your hair making your face tilt up and your mouth groan in pain.

"Nah... you know exactly what you got yourself into, stop acting like a dumb fucking whore" You simply smiled, not really knowing how to react to his words, not knowing where your smile would get you, you've never been called dumb in this way, but nevertheless, somehow you liked it, he inhales sharply, contemplating you, contemplating all of his ideas, examining your bottom to top, just like that on your knees, with your hair resting on your shoulder, he wiped out his gun, "Blow it," He says, your face suddenly changes from preoccupation to pleasure, with a grin, you approach closer to the gun, licking the metal barrel with your pink warm tongue, he watched in awe every move, with a grin on his face he didn't notice he had, he just watched with his pupiles dilated as he grew uncomfortably hard, he wasn't just hard, it was even harder to control his impulses, you were so gentle with his gun, kissing the hole, opening your mouth and taking the gun inside your mouth, with your eyes closed, picturing it really was his dick but still being aware of the danger, and that keeps you on the edge, spreading your legs open, your hand sliding down your stomach, your finger tips lightly grazing your cloathed clit over your underwear, fuck, you were soaked and so needy, your lips let out a quiet moan but that's enough reason for him to push the gun down your throat, making you gag around it messily.

"I-... I'm gonna die if you don't fuck me now, Alex..." You were breathless, in a hurry to get something else to fill up your own hole, he was so moved by the way you were sucking that gun, and your hands run down between your thighs.

"Proof me that you want it, don't act like a stupid fucking cunt" You moved your hair to the side, looking at him right into his eyes as you sucked with passion and need as if your life truly depends to get fucked over by Alex, because in this moment, it is, "D'ya like it?... 'Cause I think somebody is more than just wet... I think your pussy is all bathed in your cum, you don't even need your fingers, you just finish by just picturing my cock, you love it don't ya?" You hummed as a yes, "This is why I call you a stupid cunt, a dumb fuck, you're starting to get me tired by just humming your answers, you know that, right you stupid-"

"I know" You interrupt him, slamming your voice at him.

"Oh... now you feel like you have the right to use that tone with me?" He breathes in harshly, squishing your cheeks together as he presses down the gun at your forehead, "You don't like it, right? This was your idea, but it wasn't my decision to make you act like a dumb bitch... if you want me to call you something else, earn it, change my mind" He dares you, your getting more agitated and irritated by the second, your knees getting tired from always being down on them, so you decided to change everything around.

"Ok, Daddy, I will change it," You said with a smile as a bright idea pops into your head, you got up from the ground, slowly getting on top of him, knees on either side of his round thighs, "You know exactly what I love the most about you, I know exactly what I want to do with your cock, do you wanna see?" You asked him, and he silently nodded, you grabbed his wrist, rubbing yourself against his gun, "I- fuck..." Your nails dig into his shoulder.

"You what?... keep talkin' to me," He said, he sounded excited, like a 14-year-old boy kind of excitement.

"I need it right here in between my legs, way deep inside me, getting deeper and deeper with every move of your hips, I don't know what buttons you press Daddy, but I just now that I need you right here" You began to rub yourself harder, rocking your hips back and forward with your back arched, it was so strange, the fact that something so dangerous could make you feel this type of way. His eyes focused entirely on your pussy, he watched as those little and thin pair of panties became wetter and wetter, into a puddle of wetness, you lose control so easily, getting taken away by the pleasure, eyes rolling to the back of your head, your breathing getting shorter, drenched in ice cold sweat but your skin felt warm, slowly building up the pleasure until Alex moved his hand away, your legs shaking by the surprise, your walls clenching around nothing, you were starving for him, "Please Daddy, just please..." You opened your mouth to kiss him, sliding down your tongue to his mouth, and biting down on his bottom lip, "I know you need this too, let me make you feel good, please... I want to please you"

Those words put him in a place, a place that he hates to be, a place where he feels weak, your hand slowly reaches in between his legs, feeling his pulsing dick, you've never felt a man get this hard, it was so different, you stroke him slowly but your hand gripping him tightly, "Fuck..." He breathes out harshly, you didn't understand how he does it, how he has so much control over himself, he didn't want to let go.

"Come on, baby... just relax..." You whispered softly against his ear, as his head lay down on the couch, but he abruptly opened his eyes, you knew it was the end of you, he gripped your wrist tightly, throwing you to the side, hands, and knees, down in all fours. He rips off your panties from your body, scratching your skin like a lion, and you wine but he ignores you.

He gripped your hair back, leaning forward to whisper to your ear, "Are you tellin' me what to do?" He breathed in harshly, you felt him fiddling with his belt, you kept your eyes closed exactly knowing what was coming for you, your body was shaking, gathering up all your strength to endure the pain of his thick letter belt, he breathed in closer to your ear, "I don't know what scares you more, me or the gun I'm holding against your head?" You exhale sharply, panting as you try to come up with an answer, "You don't even have to say it, you're not scared of it, you're scared about how much you like this, how much harm I can do," You felt his dick hard against your inner thigh, your bit your lips to the thought of the feeling, your eyes rolling back, walls clenching together.

His nose digs into your hair, landing a small kiss on it, "Stay like this... don't move" Your face digs into the cushions, your wrists being gripped and tied together by his belt, his tip sliding slowly inside your pussy, you moaned so loudly, finally, you had something to decrease that hunger, that need to be filled up, without you noticing, you began to push your hips back, fucking yourself entirely on his dick, you heard him laughing so evilly while you struggled to move your hips from having your hands tied behind your back, "You're so needy, yeah?" You whined and sniffed your nose, he spanks you hard, "Go on, fuck yourself on me fuckin' cock" You kept moving your hips, panting and trying to reach for air as you kept fucking his dick, and his hand kept smacking your ass, each slam of his hand felt like little electricity shots, your pain began to be a feral hunger for him to be as rough as he wanted, so you let him keep spanking you, you kept moving your hips, your walls grasp his cock to stay buried inside you, you couldn't resist it anymore, couldn't hold it in for another second.

"Oh Alex.... please" Your muscles contract, your legs begin to shake slightly, your moaning so loud it sounds like murder.

"I know you want to cum... I can feel it" He whispers in a cold tone.

"Please Daddy, let me... please" He sighs, as you let go all around him, making a big mess on his cock, your creamy release coating his cock, and you cried, in anger, in sadness, because you knew he wasn't going to forgive you and yet at the same time that made you angry.

"Are you done?" He asks, and you furrowed your eyebrows, "I can't with you" He pulls his cock out of your cunt, but quick enough you straddle him between your legs.

"Alex, you can't-"

"No, you don't get to tell me what the fuck to do, you're acting like such a fuckin' cunt I-" You shut him up with a big slap on his face, he looks at your face up and down in awe, and he slams you back, you pushed him away, and tried to hit him again but he grabs your wrists and pushes them down, he pulls you in by the hair and you tried to resist kissing him but he just did, he kissed you, and it feels like true love, his arms wrapped around your waist, as your hips rock back and forward, "You're so fucked up"

He raised his hips up and put his hands on your hips pushing your body down to his cock at the same time he pushes his hips up, it was unholy, your heart was about to burst out of your chest, your ears popped, and your mouth was dry, just as if you were dying, completely being consumed by him, you didn't want to let go of him at all, you looked thru his eyes, deep down there was a deep sweetness to him, one that sometimes surfaced, he was really in love with you, you could see it right thru his tender warm brown eyes, his hands clamp your flesh and you groan in pain but it didn't matter, the tears didn't matter, all it was now was him.

"I love you..." You mumbled, snuggling to his neck, your mouth against his ear, your moans getting stuck on the middle of your chest, your whole body tensing as your wall clench around his cock, Alex kept slamming his cock in and out of your pussy, both bathed in sweat, your face stained with tears, you took one last look at him, his eyes fixated on yours with his mouth opened, his jaw locked, and his hair sticking to his forehead as sweat runs cold down his forehead, something different happened when you had finished, you closed your eyes and just hear him cuss all over your clogged ears.

"Holy fuck babe" He hums, rubbing his tip against your clit, you kept yelling from the pleasure, "Yeah! Fuck yeah... you're- oh... gonna make me fuckin' cum too..." He pressed himself up closer to you, the space between you too so tight your heart was beating thru his chest, he felt so warm inside your milky insides, so tight around your pussy, it was also time for him, he turns you over, so now your back was against his chest, he grabbed you tightly by your upper arms surely leaving bruises on them, and once more he grabbed his gun, he wrapped his arm around your tummy, and laid you down gently against his chest, kissing your ear as the cold metal of his gun is pressed against your lower chin.

"Would you kill for me?" He asks, you were a weeping mess, your mind too foggy with lust, nevertheless, you didn't have to think of your answer.

"Yes," You firmly replayed.

"Promise you'll love me forever, even if I do things that don't seem right, trust me...everything I do is for you" He whispered against your ear, your heart melting as his sweet voice showed for once how caring he is.

"I promise, I'll never stop loving you"

"You could be just saying that 'cause I could just easily blow that little pretty head of yours" He presses it harder against you, making you tilt your head slightly to say, "But I much prefer fucking your pussy and cum inside it real deep" He began his assault once more, this time you didn't think it was possible to keep going, he was being so rough with you, it was beginning to hurt a little.

"I can't Daddy... p-please I can't handle it" You moaned, his fingers came down to rub your pussy in broad circles making you cry out of pleasure and pain, a very dangerous combination for you because slowly you began to like it, "I can't- You're hurting me" You beg him with tears in your eyes.

"Shut the fuck up" He covers your mouth with his hand, and rubbed your pussy harder pressing his fingers down on your pussy, making your walls tighten, your breathing stuck in your throat, "You beg me to stop but you can't stop getting wetter and wetter now can you?" You couldn't keep up with Alex's rhythm, your body was worn out, you wanted more but your bruised knees and legs couldn't make your body move.

"Stop Daddy... please!" You sigh as his cock finds a new sweet spot inside you.

"Mmmm.... sounds like my little girl wants some more" Fingers pulling on your flesh, and you put your hands on his knees as he fucks your body with passion and frustration, "I love watching this... love watching you take every inch of me cock, everything just disappearing inside that little hole" He takes the chance to spank your round ass, and you didn't even make a sound, you felt as if you were floating out of your body, being too high up in the clouds to even feel any pain, but slowly you were falling back to earth, as everything began to build up in your stomach, "I can feel you're ready... tell me you want it... beg me for it"

"It's everything I ever wanted, all I want... I want you to finish inside me, cover my pussy with your cum..."

"Yeah? You want my cum to drip out of your pussy like a fucking whore, that's what you want?" He pushes his hips up, staying way deep inside you, pushing his cock in all the right places, you were tense, your whole body getting rigid as you suddenly had lost control, and something different was happening, Alex noticed and let out a deep sound from his throat, he stayed silent as he fucked your brains out, the noise that his body made as he thrust his cock inside you and your brain didn't capture what happened after that last thrust, you were screaming in pleasure as you felt you were cumming and his moaning got raspier, he was panting for air as he saw you cumming so hard, splashing his cock and wetting the couch leaving a damp stain on it.

"Fuckin' hell babe, oh- keep going" You pushed out the rest of it by making pressure on your lower abs, and he came twice inside you, one after the other, his mouth dry by seeing you cum all around him like that, wet the couch and the floor with your release, he pushed his cum inside your pussy, thrusting out of you, watching your milky insides drip out his cum and your wetness, you let yourself go on his arms, blacking out completely, as if you were drunk, your body too heavy but you felt so light at the same time, you heard him gasping for air against your ear, both of you trying to catch some air. He whispered something to your ear you didn't quite hear well, but you answered.

"Yes... I'm so full Daddy" Making him giggle along the way, carrying you to the shower like a baby in his arms, and cleaning you down with warm water, kissing your forehead and neck, behind your back as you lay down next to him in bed, he says he likes you more naked than dressed, he loves you more when you're honest, he says he's deeply in love with you right before bed, and you love him too with depth.

"I love you, honey," He repeats right before you sleep, till the sun hits your skin.

A/N

hi <3

sorry for disappearing and leaving you on the edge for months, I've been really fucking busy, stupidly busy, trying to finish this chapter was like trying to finish a whole book with the schedule I have now, I'm still trying to figure out a way to keep writing but I do have other priorities, I'm sorry, this not going to end any time soon but I'll be more on and off than I would normally be, which i hate but I'm still going to be here and Christmas is almost here sooo... don't worry, you'll always have me, i love you and thank you for being so patient and caring and so lovely to me. take care, i always have you on my mind too.

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