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[filynxs]

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⚝ You are Dazai's nurse and look after him while he is in hospital. And you can't deny that he has piqued your interest. When he asks you for permission to use his phone, you explain the rules and that he's not allowed to do so until he's in a better condition. However, he offers you something you can't refuse...

⚝ Dazai Osamu x fem!reader

⚝ 18+; sexual content; s*x with benefits; tease

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Disclaimer: I REwrote this scene, meaning that this oneshot does NOT contain SA in any ways (no subcon/dubcon/noncon).

You step into Dazai‘s room, noticing the open windows that let a soft breeze in. As you look around you see him watching the colorful sunset, thus a smile creeps over your lips.

He notices your steps and looks over to you, raising his brows as his eyes wander to the tray you are holding in your hands. As always, you are bringing him his meal.

"What did you bring me today?" he asks, his voice lacing playfulness as he watches you approach his bed.

Putting the tray onto the small table next to his bed, you let out a shy chuckle and pour water into his glass.

"Today we are serving you a piece of pizza." you answer him, jokingly presenting the food like an Italian waiter would do in a noble restaurant.

Dazai laughs and claps into his hands a few times, and you can‘t help but notice the way how his eyes wander over your body for a moment. Your cheeks heat up ever so slightly, but you act like you didn‘t see anything.

The wind that comes from the windows brushes your skin, sending a shiver down your spine.

"Isn‘t it a bit cold today?" you ask him, walking towards the windows to close them, "I‘ll close the—"

"No, don‘t." he interrupts you, and as you look over to him you see a calm and serious expression on his handsome face, "I like the soft breeze."

Pressing your lips together to a small smile, you nod and let the windows open. For a while you just stay there, looking back into his alluring, brown pair of eyes that seem so unreadable. It‘s like they are hiding something dark in their irises. Something that no one was able to find out yet.

"Are you just going to stare at me now?" he laughs, one corner of his mouth twitching up to a cheeky grin as he tilts his head. "I mean, I can‘t blame you."

You gulp, widening your eyes as they hastily dart over the place. "N-no!" you stutter out, your voice sounding breathy and even a little high pitched. "I‘m sorry. I won‘t disturb you any longer."

With fast steps you approach the door, not meeting his gaze again. However, he stops you by calling out to you.

"Miss," his voice rings in your ears like sweet honey, and you turn around to face him, "May I ask you a question?"

Brushing a strand of your H/C hair behind your ear, you nod and hum with a gentle tone. You can feel your heart beating a tad faster in your chest, pumping the nervousness through your veins as you excitedly await his question.

"Will you allow me to make a phone call?" he questions, raising his brows as his grin fades into a smaller smile, "I‘m going to make it quick."

You chew on your lower lip. There are rules in your hospital. The patients are only allowed to get their phones back again when they leave the hospital or when they are in a better condition. Dazai, however, has been here for one or two days only. You don‘t want to disappoint him, but you can‘t just break the rules either. Unless…

"I apologize, Sir, but I can‘t allow you to do so just yet." you reply, folding your hands together to seem more professional than you already are. However, your professional attitude looses its strength as the blush on your cheeks increases. The way how he looks at you with those eyes… it‘s driving you crazy.

"Ahh, that‘s disappointing." he sighs deeply, looking down at his hands for a moment. You can see his faint grin on his lips. And you could see it from miles away. It feels like he is plotting something, and he most definitely is. "I would do anything to get my phone just for one call." he utters after a pause, gazing right back up into your eyes.

The look on his face says more than thousand words could. He is implying something, and you know exactly what it is. Seems like he took notice of your flustered behavior towards him. After all, he is used to reactions like these. Women cannot resist his charming side at all.

"Anything?" you repeat, and it feels so criminal on your tongue. Dazai knows exactly what you wanted from him from the very beginning. But you‘re unsure if this is right. He is your patient, and you are his nurse. You could loose your job if someone finds out about this little arrangement of the two of you.

The brunet nods slowly, and his grin widens on his glossy lips. With his index finger he motions you to come over to him. Thus you close the door behind you and approach him with small, hesitant steps.

"No need to be so shy, Miss." he reassures you, taking your hand as you stop right next to his bed. Gently he strokes your fingers with his, and goosebumps spread all over your skin. His fingers long so slim and long, and his entire hands are attractive to your eyes. "Just tell me what you want from me."

You swallow, feeling how dry your throat is. Your eyes gaze away from his, down to his beautiful hands that are caressing yours. You want those hands to caress your body, to wrap around your neck like a cute necklace…

Is it unprofessional? Maybe. But will you have another opportunity to grand you this wish? Most definitely not.

"I—" you pause, biting your lower lip as your entire face begins to redden even more. He muses you with a smile, adoring your cute face which is filled with embarrassment. "I want to sleep with you. Then, I will give you the permission to use your phone."

In satisfaction his grin widens, slightly showing his straight, white teeth. A soft chuckle escapes him, and he moves his hand further up your arm.

"Deal." he purrs, his voice being low as he speaks to you, lacing seduction which is apparent on his eyes as well. It‘s almost like his entire mood shifted in a matter of seconds, changing from the playful guy to the flirty seducer. "Let‘s do it right here, Miss Y/N."

"You remember my name?" you softly ask, your voice being merely above a whisper as you slowly get onto his bed. Sitting down on his lap, you feel his arms wrapping around your waist. With raised brows you muse him, trying to act calm while your flushed face shows something different.

"I don‘t miss a detail, Y/N." he chuckles, moving his hands towards your nurse uniform to slowly open its buttons, "And I noticed the way how you looked at me the very first time you stepped into this room."

"How did I look at you, exactly?"

Your question causes him to smirk, and his eyes wander from your chest up to your eyes.

"Like you wanted to fuck me."

He lets out a soft and amused laugh as he watches your embarrassed reaction. You tightly press your lips together and look away, feeling how your heart knocks against your chest.

"It‘s alright." he snickers, looking down at your round breasts again as he continues to unbutton your uniform. His hands slide over your clothed nipples as he does so, and he is taking his damn time to open the last few buttons. "I‘ve always wanted to try it with a nurse."

His attitude, no, his entire personality is so playful and vulgar. Even better than you imagined it was. And this is what caused your interest in him to grow. He‘s not just handsome.

With last slow movements he undoes the last buttons of your uniform, helping you out of it before letting it land on the floor. Now you‘re sitting on his lap with your white lingerie on, and the soft wind that comes through the windows brushes your entire, bare body. The brise sends a shiver down your spine, but your body immediately heats up as Dazai begins to play with it.

Slowly he moves his hands up to your breasts, massaging them through your erotic looking bra which gives him a perfect view of your hard nipples. A thin lace fabric covers them only, thus he rubs them through your bra.

You moan in reply to his touches, moving your hips on his lap as you arch your back. No man has ever touched you like he does. One can tell that Dazai Osamu is skilled in what he‘s doing.

"Oh, so you like this?" he chuckles, opening your bra to throw it away, "I‘m going to be a bit more bold then."

His lips move to your hard nipple as he squeezes your breast, taking it into his mouth to greedily suck on it. The way how his tongue plays with that sensitive spot causes you to moan, but you try your best not to be too loud. After all, someone could barge into this room any time. This is also what scares you. However, you start to forget your worries as Dazai pulls away, looking up at you before pushing the blanket off his body.

He guides you onto his lap again, pulling the blanket back to halfway cover what he‘s going to do to you now. Then, with his slim fingers he easily slides your panties off and puts them right there where the rest of your clothes is: To the ground.

But you couldn‘t care less at the moment. Your entire attention is focused on Dazai and how his fingers begin to caress your swollen clit. He skillfully massages it in circling movements, and your soft moans show him that he‘s doing it damn right. You squirm against his touches, savoring every tiny sensation he causes in your body.

Just when you are about to come, you grab his wrist and stop him. He gazes at you, arousal and amusement filling his chocolate brown eyes as he studies your breathlessness. He sure has a large impact on how you feel. And he knows that.

"Wait." you pant, feeling how a drop of sweat rolls down your temple, "I want to come on your cock, please."

He bites his lip, so sensually and seductively that you feel like you‘re going to loose your mind. Every single move he makes is turning you on right now, as if he‘s using magic on you.

"As you wish, cherie." he says with a husky tone in his voice and proceeds to slide his pants slightly down along with his boxers. His erection greets your hungry eyes, throbbing and twitching in anticipation, and eager for your attention.

Slowly sitting down on it, you begin to grind yourself on his shaft. It throbs against your slick pussy, ready to enter your warmth. Just as if someone is knocking against a door to get in. And he wants to get in very badly. For him, it even feels like he‘s not only doing this for the deal anymore. He wants you.

Soft groans escape him and he holds your hips, squeezing your skin to make you go faster. But you don‘t go faster. Instead, you slowly rise, letting your pussy hover just above his tip, which already leaks pre cum.

"Are you teasing me?" he grunts through his gritted teeth, sending you an aroused grin that causes you to smile too.

"Maybe a little bit." you snicker breathily, "It‘s more fun with a little bit of tease."

He laughs and leans forward to your breasts, kissing your nipples before giving them a gentle bite. His hips jerk upwards ever so slightly, trying to make his cock meet your entrance.

You can‘t wait any longer and let yourself down in response to his eager movements, tenderly taking his entire length between your folds. The two of you gasp in unison, exhaling sharply when you begin to move. Your hips circle, and as you lean forwards you proceed to ride his erection. As you do so, your clit touches his cock with every time you move downwards.

Not being able to contain yourself anymore, you groan out loud, letting your satisfaction be audible for him. And he definitely likes what you are doing. Just the sight of you riding his cock makes his mind go blank, even causing him to forget about the reason why he‘s in hospital at all. And how your nipples touch his clothed torso with every movement arouses him, because your perfectly formed breasts show how much you like this.

His length fills every tiny inch of your womb up as you continue to ride him, and you can‘t deny that the warm feeling of him inside you makes you sweat. And not just that. This entire moment is making you sweat. The air between you two is steamy and thick with arousal, showing the sexual bond between you two while your bodies are connected.

One of his hands moves up to your breast, giving it a light squeeze before rolling your hard nipple between his index finger and thumb. Your body trembles in satisfaction, and you can sense how your climax is approaching you.

Before you reach your own orgasm, Dazai does so, and he moans your name as his warm seed fills you up. He closes his eyes as he savors this intimate moment, enjoying the pleasure your pussy just made him experience.

Your tight walls clench around him the moment you reach your own peak of satisfaction, arching your back as you groan into the hot air. A small drop of spit rolls down the corner of your mouth as you come, emphasizing just how much you enjoyed this moment.

Dazai muses your lust filled face as you come all over his shaft, coating him with your warm, sweet nectar that squirts out of you. He runs his tongue over his lower lip as he moves his hand from your breast up to your neck, wrapping around it to pull your face towards him.

"This felt amazing, Y/N." he chuckles softly, his voice hoarse and lacing arousal. His lips find their way to yours, and you two kiss, intertwining your pair of soft lips in a dance of passion. You taste him as your tongues move together, fighting over the dominance of this moment.

To catch your breath, you pull away, and a spit string follows your tongue as you separate.

"Dazai," you pant, your voice still sounding horny and needy for him, "thank you very much."

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It has been a few hours, maybe two, since you and Dazai had that intimate moment today. Your heart can‘t stop beating in a fast pace, and you feel like you are going to pass out in the next moment.

Your cheeks, no, your entire face is flushed, filled with embarrassment and arousal. The things you two did do not leave your mind for a second, and you don‘t know if you‘ll be able to sleep properly tonight.

However, what you do know is that you have to talk to him. Because your feelings are a literal mess.

Knocking on the open door of his room, you notice him still having the important phone call he needed to make. He pauses and turns his head into your direction, flashing you a small smile.

Ashamed, you look at him, trying to hide your flustered expression. "Dazai, please excuse me for what I did earlier." you blurt out, your voice tiny and sweet.

"Ah, Miss. Thank you for allowing me to use my phone." he thanks you, acting like nothing happened earlier. However, while his voice sounds nonchalant and entirely casual, his grin shows you that he is still thinking about your moment. He winks at you, and your heart skips a beat.

"Sure, and…" you pause, not even looking at him again. You let your eyes wander to the phone in his hand, wondering who that person is he is talking to. "And if you don‘t mind… can we do it just once more? In a single room this time?"

He breaths out a delighted laugh, and his gaze stays on your entire figure while you don‘t even manage to look into his eyes.

"Ah, if I feel like it."

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[upsidedownwithsteve]

okay, back at it again with the requests, feel free to toss me to the back of the line I love you

I'm thinking of friends with benefits grumpy!Steve who had a bad day and sunshine!Reader who is starting to catch feelings for him and wants to make it better. potentially along the lines of:

the least toxic version of “I can fix him”

18+

It wasn’t like Steve was ignoring you on purpose. He’d invited you round after all. But his day had went from bad to worse since he left you outside your front door that morning with a kiss, and by the time you walked into his bedroom in the evening, he was already face down in bed.

“Rough day?” You’d asked sympathetically, toeing off your shoes so you could clamber onto the mattress with him.

You received a grunt from where his mouth was pressed to his pillow and you pouted, poking a socked toe into his ribs. Steve’s hand caught your ankle, thumb rubbing over the bone there, but he didn’t make any other move to get you closer. So you shuffled over, sundress dancing over your thighs, rucking up higher and higher as you moved. You pushed at Steve’s shoulder until he relented, rolling onto his back with another long suffering groan that only stopped when you straddled him.

He opened his tired eyes, his hands falling from his face to grasp at your bare thighs, a sure sign that he wanted to keep you exactly where you were. You smiled down at him, too happy, squirming against in his lap for good measure. It didn’t take long for you to feel his cock kick up against the lace of your underwear in interest, half hard already, as sleepy as he was.

Steve pouted, “honey—”

“Oh, he speaks,” you quipped, running your hands from his chest to his tummy, soft with that trail of hair that led into his jeans. You traced a finger down his navel, made his hips buck up a little, out of his control. “You wanna tell me what’s wrong?”

You left the question open ended and up to him, a no pressure start to a conversation that Steve honestly didn’t have the energy for - at least not right now. So he shrugged and looked apologetic.

“Just a really bad day,” he tried to explain. “M’sorry, I’m just crazy stressed about—”

“It’s okay,” you interrupted. You leant down and pecked his lips, a sweet and short touch that Steve tried to chase. “You don’t have to get into it right now if you don’t wanna.”

The boy smiled at you gratefully, running his palms up and down your thighs. He squeezed the dough there in thanks and tried to sit up to catch another kiss but Steve frowned when you pushed him back into the sheets.

“Baby, what—?” Steve broke off when you pulled at his belt buckle, popping open the button of his Levi’s. “Oh, shit.”

“I’m sorry you’ve had a bad day, Stevie,” you murmured sweetly. Your small hand dipped inside his boxers, fingers wrapping around his stiff cock. You blinked prettily at him, a smile on your face and your bright blue sundress fanning around his thighs. “I can give you head, if you want?”

Steve let out a curse, mouth falling open. You heard him suck in a breath. “Fuck, honey, you don’t need to do that.”

You pouted, eyes glittering because Steve was a sweetheart, but you could see right through him. His cock was throbbing in your hand and when you squeezed experimentally, his head fell back into the sheets, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat.

“What if I want to?”

Another groan, more whiny this time, prettier to hear. “Yeah?”

You nodded, lip tucked between your teeth and you began pumping him in your hand, thumb swirling over the tip. “Yeah, handsome.”

When Steve didn’t argue back, you moved down his legs until you got comfortable between them, tapping at his hip so he lifted up, letting you shuck down his jeans and boxers enough for his cock to spring free. You didn’t tease, not when he was in a mood like this, although the stress seemed to disappear when you lay on your tummy between his spread legs, elbows keeping you up and hands guiding his cock to your waiting mouth.

You licked over the tip of him, tongue flat and eager and Steve immediately fell back onto the bed, hands grabbing at his own hair in fear of pulling yours too hard. “Baby,” he moaned, doing his best to lean up to watch you. You took him into your mouth, tongue flattened against him as you began to suck. “Baby.”

You only released him with an audible pop to drool a little down the length of him, doe eyes holding Steve’s stare as he let out a filthy noise. “Better already?”

Steve could only nod.

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[freywrites1928]

Forbidden

Aizawa x Student Fanfic || (student is 18)

TW: student teacher relationship, smut

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Part One:

“Oh, yes! Right there!” I moan out as his tongue sweeps expertly over my sensitive clit.

“You like that, huh?” His deep voice whispers over my core. “You’re so wet for me, and just from a few licks. What a little slut.”

With that, he brings up his hand, looks me in the eye with a dark expression, and inserts two long fingers as he continues his work on my clit.

“Mmh, fuck…” I hum as I keep my eyes on the gorgeous man between my legs.

“Yeah, that’s right. Keep your eyes on me, I want to see your face as you come undone from just my fingers and tongue.”

He begins to pump his fingers faster, in and out, in and out, curling them slightly so they brush against my g-spot with every pass. He keeps his eye contact as he brings his thumb up to aid in his assault of my clit.

“Oh, yes. Yes! I’m so close!” I manage out as I try to maintain our eye contact.

“Yes, that’s a good girl. Cum for me darling. Cum all over my fingers and tongue like the good little slut you are.”

“Yes. I’ll cum for you, please don’t stop! Right there! Yes. Yes!”

“OW!” I’m suddenly jolted awake as I feel a slight sting on my forehead. “Did you just flick me?” I look over to see the purple haired menace grinning back at me.

“Well yeah, I had to. I tried calling your name a few times, but you wouldn’t wake up. We’re almost there.” Shinsou points out the window.

I look over him, and sure enough, our bus is driving down the dirt road that took us to the annual camping grounds. Man, I really don’t feel like enduring this camp for a whole week. And boy, am I pissed right now at Toshi and his shit ass grin for waking me up from such a beautiful dream,

“Ouch!” He yelps as I suddenly flick him right back on his forehead. “Jeesh, would you rather I have let you continue moaning like that for the entire bus to hear?”

“Yes, actually I would. You couldn’t have just waited 3 more seconds?” I try to angerly whisper yell at him, but it came out as more of a laugh. His grin spread again and soon we’re both laughing like school children. With an over dramatic sigh, I lean over to rest my head onto the shoulder of my best friend. We are silent for a few moments, looking out the window.

“So, was it me in the dream? Because you know, I could sneak into your tent one of the… Ouch!” He yelps as I once again flick him on his forehead. “If you continue to do that, you’ll leave a mark!”

“Good, you deserve it.” I state as I lean back onto his shoulder. Strong, muscular but not too bulky. I look at my friend. He’s handsome, well built, and we get alone great (which I can’t say about most people I interact with.) And not to mention, we can relate to each other’s struggles that come with the burden of having mind based quirks. All this put together, and it was only natural that we sought out a relationship that was more than just basic friendship. Though, we both agreed from our first time together that it would only be friends with benefits and nothing more.

At first, I was skeptical because anytime you hear about a friends with benefits situation, it always turns messy. Not with us though. I find it almost strange, our friendship has remained the same and neither of us have caught romantic feelings or have gotten jealous or anything. We are truly just best friends who help each other out when we get horny or need physical comfort. Or at least, we were that way.  

After our last hook up, about a month ago now, I told Toshi it was the last time. Of course he rolled his eyes, because I always say that when I get crush on someone. The way I figure it, even if we aren’t bothered by that sort of thing, most other people aren’t going to go for a girl who’s sleeping with someone else. Usually, the crush I have goes no where since I don’t ever actually talk to the person I’m crushing on, so it fades, and I’m right back to Toshi’s bed.

Not this time though. It’s been a month, and I’m still firm on my resolve, because this crush is definitely not going anywhere anytime soon. I can tell Toshi’s getting a bit frustrated. He acts calm and cool all the time, but he’s really just an awkward dope who also has trouble connecting with other people. As a result of that, he doesn’t know how to approach people in a ‘seducing’ type of way so now he’s bordering on sexually frustrated. Since I’m not there to help him out, he doesn’t know what to do. I find it funny. Him, not so much.

My head is still resting on the purple haired boy’s shoulder, as the bus continues to rumble along the road, passing by the beautiful forest scenery. I look into his eyes a moment, since that’s all the time I need to activate my quirk.

I immediately regret it.

“Oh my god!” Why are you thinking about that at such a peaceful moment!” I whisper yell as I pull out of Toshi’s mind. “I was sitting here reflecting on our wonderful friendship, and you’re over here thinking about the time you tied me up with your binding cloth! You pervert!” I shove his shoulder to emphasize my disgust.

“Hey now!” Toshi retorts. “You were the one having a sex dream and moaning right next to my ear just minutes ago. What do you expect! I am a guy after all.” He tries his best to look innocent but his mischievous eyes and slowly emerging grin ruins it. “And besides, I’m not convinced your dream wasn’t about me, so I’m not doing anything wrong.”

I roll my eyes at him. “You’re so full of yourself.” I say as a lightly punch him in the shoulder, earning me a real smile from him in return. “But, you should know, it really wasn’t about you.”

“Oh yeah Mia, then who was it about this time?” Toshi grins and raises his eyebrow at me, but the smirk I give him wipes his face blank. “Nope, never mind. I do not want to know.” He looks back out the window.

“Oh, but you were so eager to find out a second ago Toshi!” I taunt as I lean over and whisper in his ear. Just then the bus comes to a halt as we’ve finally arrived at the campground.

“No, I wasn’t that curious. You can keep it to yourself.” He nervously states trying to avoid looking at me.

The door of the bus opens and we see someone walk on to address the students.

“Calm down now.” A deep, tired sounding voice sounds through the bus. “Gather all your things. Everyone from all classes are going to meet in front of the main operations building.”

Toshi is still not looking at me as I lean over and whisper in his ear yet again. “You mean you don’t want me to tell you that person in my dream, the one that made me moan so hard even while sleeping…” Toshi finally looks over at me in what can only be described as agonizing despair and slight disgust. I look up towards the front of the bus, and Toshi follows my gaze, and we see him staring at us both. “…was your favorite mentor…” Toshi shakes his head trying to make the image that is no doubt forming go away as I proceed to smirk at the rough, dark haired man at the front of the bus. “…Aizawa sensei.” 

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[icedmatchatae]

Please Love Me! | JJK

Pairing: Frat President Jungkook x Succubus Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Comedy (my humor is broken), Light Angst (because everyone is an dumbass)

Summary: By thirsty popular demand, I present to you a small sequel to Please Teach Me? Your succubus self has been going back and forth to the human realm to be…friends with benefits??? With your first task, Jeon Jungkook. Though you only see it as him, finding the good in his humanity, and helping you with your training, Jungkook suddenly thinks otherwise. Yet, he's in denial.

Until he meets and sees you with Seokjin and thinks you're in a relationship with him??? But is Jungkook willing to break free from his infamous womanizing ways and finally admit his love for you??

Warning: We’re going on another adventure!, Seokjin is the bestest :D, granola x succubus reader, let’s all guess what the fuck is OC feeling rn, BUT GUESS WHO’S IN DENIAL, I wanna say seokjin x OC but let’s not LOL, jealous/possessive jungkook, someone becomes a straight up LOSER, idk what’s going on half of the time. Sir kink is back, dom sadist jk heyyyy, sub masochist oc, the size kink we all know and love, Ass slapping (once with a belt), tail pulling (remember when I said they’re sensitive ;-)), rope bondage, candle wax play fvhidsvsdil, fingering (lowkey fisting), oral (f. receiving), multiple orgasm denials, clit pinching, nipple pinching, dumbification again :D, dirty talk, degradation, again with the tail sucking…but different (oc and jk licking her tail together like a lollipop), cum play, unprotected sex, creamiest of pies, I tried to make it as nasty as the last time

Word Count: 19.3k (yes, small sequel indeed)

A/N: This can be read stand alone but highly recommend reading Please Teach Me? LOL I really wasn't intending a part 2 like I posted this MONTHS ago and dipped but SOOO MANY of y'all wanted sexc demon things so here we goooooo I really pulled this out of my butt and idk if I lived up to the first part's standard . But the smut was longer than expected hreoiheoihg

Also posted on AO3!~~

Flying through the corridors of the dorms, Seokjin’s mind raced faster than he could exclaim how handsome he was—which was a lot. Right now all his thoughts were from what the higher-ups have said…more or less affecting him. But all in all, it had to fucking deal with you.

And now, he needed to have a word with you pronto but has not heard from you for almost…thirty-six hours, which shocked him because he’d typically hear you bitching from a distance.

Once he reached your dorm door, he knocked fire-rapid fists and yelled, “Little one, open this door immediately! I need to share with you some details!” No answer. Then he began kicking in fury, “Fucking bitch, answer! This is important.”

Aggravated and impatient, Seokjin decided to throw in the big guns. With the light use of his highly-acclaimed incubus powers, the demon blasted an energy ball through the wooden entranceway, creating a rather larger-than-regular soot-filled darkened hole. Some of your things even got destroyed in the process, but nonetheless, he opened your door!

He entered fashionably, scanning if there was any sight of a dense yet adorable little succubus. Everything in your living space except your plants and half of your mirror remained intact and still. Bed was neatly made with the mountain of plush toys you’ve accumulated through the months. Books that you never read but were somehow open laid on your study table with your chair pushed out. 

He groaned, rolling his eyes at the discovery. Of course, you weren’t here when he needed you to be here again.

Sometimes, he regretted permitting you to play around with your little first task. 

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“Hungggghh, sir!” You moaned as you attempted balancing and gripping the cold tiled wall, yet there was nothing to grip on.

Showers of water pricked your heated skin, heaps of steam circulated the closed space, and the echoed sounds of steady and heavy pumps, your whimpering, and his moaning filled the rest of the bathroom.

Jungkook thought it was an excellent idea to shower after practice to get ready for another school event he had to attend, but also have a little bit of fun with you in there. Think of it as killing two birds with one stone.

So now there you both were—you were going into your sixth orgasm while having to tippy toe to level with his fast-pacing industrial hips. You arched your back, pushing your ass at Jungkook so that his dick can go deeper into you. Since you were a lot shorter than he was, the angles were always harder to reach when the two of you stood up.

The slapping of his thighs to your meaty fat progressively grew in volume as he held onto your sensitive tail and the left side of your wing—the way he loved manhandling you. Your moans went a tone higher as you let out sobbing pleas. “Sir, pwease!” Your cramping legs were trembling, slowly losing their strength by the human. “I-I can’t!”

Though the frat president rolled his eyes, he accepted your begging, finding it absolutely endearing. You’ve grown to be accustomed to his wild kinks and likings, but you finally knew when you needed some care to his sadist ways.

He slithered his muscular arms around your soddened waist while keeping his piston thrusts in control. His front pressed onto your wings and back with your little demon tail swinging to the side. He nibbled on an edge of your wings, causing you to moan sharply before he smooched a kiss onto the same area and then maneuvered to the shoulder to peck more snogs.

“My little slut is tired?? We just started.” He smirked at your disheveled face. You didn’t just start, you were in here for almost an hour. His fingers were pruny!

You couldn’t even speak, just blabbering incoherent sounds. One of his hands steered lower to your soaking center, fingers trying to find your inflamed clit. Once you shuttered, he knew he hooked onto it. Making tiny circular motions, you started heaving heavily.

“Kooooooo!” You dragged your new nickname for him, almost like a warning that you were almost there.

His ears twitched pridefully at your calling as he quickened his tempo. His movements became messier, indicating he too was chasing his cloud nine. “Almost there, angel. Cum with me.”

At the immediate order, you snapped, going into ecstasy. Your left eye twitched as you found spots in your vision. Then, Jungkook slammed into you one last time before clenching his stomach. Your squishy cunt walls throbbed around his thickening cock, milking the cum out of him. He coated your insides with white, getting in a few more loads than usual.

Your tail sprayed like a sprinkler, feeling the orgasm wholeheartedly this time. Some of it goes onto Jungkook’s defined abs. But it didn’t really matter because you were in the shower.

Knowing how weak you were after sex, the best he could do right now was lay both of your bodies on your sides on the shower floor. You respired out so hard, he had to move your head to the water splashing your forms so that you can get some hydration. Once you were semi-stabilized, he finally pulled out of you. You winced at the stimulation but he kissed your forehead and murmured praises.

“___, are you okay?” Jungkook asked. Your eyes were closed, with your chest raising slowly.

You hummed softly with a nod before peeling open your eyes. “Why do you have so much stamina even after your practice?”

The human chuckled at your complaint and shrugged, “Maybe I always have energy when I’m with you.”

“Please use at least 25% of that energy into something else, like knitting.” You mumbled as you turned yourself to face him. “Are we done showering?”

“You still need to clean your body, maybe somewhat more since we made lo—I mean have sex.”

“Please clean me?” You always asked so sweetly, with no rush, no hint of irritation, but super whiny.

Yet Jungkook would always say yes to you. “Of course, angel.”

-

You were finally out of the shower. Jungkook carried your exhausted form back to his room. He puts on one of his shirts on you (you had the habit of sucking back your wings inside of you for this reason only) and even moisturizes your skin with a body balm. Once he finished getting you dressed, you situated on his bed like a starfish. He did the same routine on himself but only threw on a pair of boxers.

“Angel, I have something for you!” He bounced towards his backpack and ruffled the insides to retrieve the content.

“What is?” You were fatigued after the intense session. Even with having someone like a bunny-infused bouncy house like Jungkook, you never improved from your feeble power.

He dramatically pulled his “gift” to you and raised it over his head like he was enacting the beginning scene of The Lion King. Enjoying your entertainment, you went along and stared up, rasping at the big reveal.

You sat up and levitated up in joy, flying towards the human with grabby hands. “Granola!!” You cheered like a child.

“And it has honey-coated pecans and almonds.” He said proudly. “I got two packs…” You squealed, suddenly twirling in the air. “But just one for now. You inhale it and get a tummy ache if you get more.” Once you stopped your twirls, he handed you the bag of your favorite human treat. 

You snatched it off of him before hugging it like it was the love of your life. Distracted and mindlessly, you began drifting away to a corner of the room but Jungkook pulled you back down by the hips to sit you with him on top of his covers. He kissed your temple, gripping his hold around you. 

“Thank you, Jungkook! This is wonderful.” You continued to not face him, staring at the granola so you didn’t see the endearing and longing eyes that the human had on you. “I will save it for home.” You threw the treat into the tote bag that was wide open on the side of the bed. Jungkook got for you a while back when you kept carrying your treats and clothes with your arms. He said it was more efficient for you.

The human laid the both of you down as he nuzzled into your neck. You whined at how touchy he was being and didn’t help that it progressed the more you saw him. “Angel, you don’t like my touch? I thought you loved it.” You felt him smirking which caused you to blush red.

“I didn’t say I didn’t like it. But I would like my space.” You pouted as you distanced him away slightly, making him grumble. “You radiate much body heat for a human. It feels like I’m back in the demon realm.”

Jungkook hummed, faulty listening to your speaking only because he felt colder without you fully in his arms. “How is the demon realm? Is it nice there? What’s it like?”

There he went again. After every session or when you’re back on Earth (you learned that’s what the human realm was called), Jungkook seemed to be very interested in learning more about you. Whether it was about you, what you liked, and this time it was about the demon realm. Maybe he was just curious, which you didn’t mind at all, you were a succubus after all and it was the least you could do for him.

For the past months, you’ve been sneaking back and forth to Earth after completing your first task, Jeon Jungkook. Still the frat president of Beta Tau Sigma, still an active partygoer, still what humans call a fuck boy, but now your unofficial task helper. One of the reasons why was that you grew comfortable with him. You technically didn’t need to have a different human all the time when you were completing your training tasks, and Jungkook just so happened to be willing to help you without getting anything back besides your cunt and being.

Typically it was not a big deal as a succubus and other demons travel to the realm, but since you were still in training, it can be quite controversial. When you go on Earth, you always needed supervision in case something happens, especially with a demon like you.

Seokjin would be surveilling you or communicating with you through your minds when you do have tasks while documenting your experience. But when you weren’t completing anything, he doesn’t look over you like a child—though, at times, he begged to differ. So when you’re on Earth without guidance, there was really no telling what would even happen. You could kill someone and your authorities wouldn’t even know. You weren’t fully trained, and you obtained some powers, but overall you were still in need of oversight. Which was now. Seokjin didn’t know you were here.

But you didn’t think you were doing anything terrible. Sure, your exams were borderline passing, you still made your mentor uncomfortable, you were fucking a human behind the higher-ups’ backs and at times, you’d accidentally absorb some of Jungkook’s life force (but you always try to give it back), and you may have begged Seokjin to grant you permission to even do what you were doing, but you weren’t doing anything wrong.

In a way, you were surprisingly progressing! You’ve completed many tasks over the months with Jungkook, got to know more of the human culture, and learned new kinks that you liked with him, maybe even only him.

Though Jungkook was a bit rough around the edges, you swiftly learned that he was indeed a sweet human to you. When he wasn’t fucking your guts out and pulling on your tail like naughty mischief, he liked taking care of you. He washed you up, fed you human foods, gave you piggybacks, kissed you on your forehead, stared at you instead of completing his human studies…what else?? Oh yeah! He always complimented you in your dresses, called you beautiful or ravishing, and even exchanged numbers with the cellular device you kept to talk to or video chat with him when you were away. 

All that was listed made you think about how friendly he was to you! Get this—he was usually quite mean to his friends. You constantly heard from other succubi how humans can be really selfish and vile, but it wasn’t like that with Jungkook! He was so kind to you, except in the bedroom.

Nevertheless, you couldn’t believe how much good he had in him to be willing to help you. You couldn’t be any more grateful, such a wonderful human man!

“Oh! It’s much different to what humans think it is, especially when they like to affiliate Hell with us.” You simply replied as you shifted forward and laid your head on his chest. Jungkook liked that, so you did it. “The simplest answer is to say Hell but we’re far from Hell. There are many realms where many creatures like witches, trolls, and us demons reside!”

The human asked while he gently played with your horns, keeping you calm. “And where would that be for you, little succubus?”

“Naameth.”

“You always fascinate me every single time.” Jungkook blushed, but when he realized what he was doing, he slapped it off of his face. Yet you didn’t even acknowledge or see it.

“I guess so.” You shrugged, getting off his chest as you sat up. “I am a succubus and you’re a human. Many things are different from our kinds.”

“Do you think I could visit Naameth?”

“No, absolutely not.” You deadpanned.

Jungkook suddenly smiled smugly, assuming that there was a bit of poison to your tone indicating you were jealous. “Why, angel? You think my amazing human charm will attract other succubi and that I won’t want you anymore?”

You furrowed your eyebrows. “No, because you will die.” His fucking smirk vanished and his face went pale. “Remember that succubi feed off human men. I even did that to you on accident. I can give your life force back, but that won’t mean others will.”

Suddenly Jungkook’s eyes lit up, “So you care for me? Care if I die.”

You nodded slowly, “Yes. I need you.” For some reason, his heart fluttered at your reply. His lips curled upwards. “I need your help with my tasks.” Okay, it went back down. “I refuse to find another one.”

“O-oh, okay…” Jungkook couldn’t help but feel upset about that. He expected that feeling to be let go all those months ago, but it stayed and he didn’t like that one bit.

“I can take you to the other realms.” You added in, without realizing what you’ve done. “They’re as lovely as Naameth. We can go to the waterfalls, forests, maybe even hiking, I know you love those things. I can let you try other foods besides human food because…” You rambled on and on but Jungkook stopped listening to observe how eccentric you were being and planning trips in the future with him. It caused him to roar in glee on the inside.

While you kept blabbering off, he encircled his veiny arms around you and kissed your cheek, making you shut your mouth. You slowly turned your head, revealing the bunny smile you enjoyed seeing on him. He then proceeded to attack you with kisses to your neck, making you laugh, a sound that brought jubilance to his ears.

But before you could say anything, you both heard a knock followed by an opening of the door. Luckily, you were dressed, unlike in other instances. These men in this fraternity do not know how to wait.

On the other side was Jimin, one of Jungkook’s close friends, grinning at the both of you as he shook his head with his slit eyes. “Again, with your demon role-play? Jungkook didn’t expect you to like it that much.” You forgot that your tail and horns were exposed again. It was a miracle that his friends bought the whole “demon kink” and you weren’t levitating during the disruptions or else you’d be more fucked than you already were.

Shyly, you parted away from Jungkook and pulled your tail to your back. You grabbed a pillow to hold onto, covering yourself a bit. As a succubus, you were naturally comfortable with your body and showing some skin. However, you also didn’t like letting other men see you bare except for Jungkook.

Slightly annoyed, the frat president leered at his shit-grinning friend and asked, “The fuck do you want?”

“I wanted to talk to you about the event tonight. But I see that you’re nowhere near ready and we have to leave in less than an hour.” Jimin reminded him, checking his boxer-covered friend out.

Jungkook cursed under his breath as he palmed his face and rubbed his skin aggressively. The school event mentioned was a dinner with the university’s board of directors, ensuring a good relationship with not only the dean but maintaining excellent and sufficient status for the fraternity.

“Do you wanna talk out of the room or?” Jungkook questioned.

“Right here is fine.” The shorter man shrugged. “Nothing top secret that ___ can’t hear.”

“Alright, I’ll talk to you while I’ll get ready then.” The frat president got off the bed. He opened his closet and then resumed the conversation with Jimin.

Meanwhile, you too had an unexpected chat but it wasn’t all that exciting as your stomach dropped in fear and scared the shit out of you. “Hello, you little motherfucker! Where the fuck have you been?”Your one and only mentor yelled into your mind out of nowhere.

You screamed and flinched from the ambush, flinging the pillow to the wall as a reflex, causing the human men to stop and look at you questionably. You made eye contact back before smiling and giving a thumbs-up that you were okay. Weirded out (well, more so Jimin), they continued their talk again.

“Seokjin, Seokjin.” You whispered so that the humans wouldn’t hear you. But it was so quiet that Seokjin found it slightly inaudible.

“Why are you whispering? This isn’t a time to whisper, little one!” Seokjin complained. “Are you in the fucking human realm again?” You couldn’t get in a word as he continued his rant. “Of course, you fucking are. That’s where you go if you’re not here. Look, now is not the time to bitch what I say. But you must come back here this instant.”

“Why?” You asked softly and he finally heard you.

“I have important news. In short, you’re kinda fucked.”

“Wait, what? Are you serious right now?” You unknowingly shouted, jumping out of bed as you paced around the room. “What do you mean I’m kinda fucked? What did I even do?!?!”

As you were distressed, Jimin raised an eyebrow while observing you. “Yah, is she okay? Why is she talking to herself?”

Though Jungkook knew what you were doing as you had to tell him when he first saw what Jimin was seeing now, he didn’t know how to explain the situation well. “Uhh, she’s praying?”

“Praying?” The shorter man questioned incredulously. “Doesn’t seem like praying…”

“It is…she does it randomly from time to time. It’s part of her faith.” Jungkook responded the best he can. “Just don’t worry about it. If you interrupt her, it won’t be good.”

Cue back to your freak out. “I say kinda fucked because there is a bit of good news. It may even be a relief for you.” Seokjin clarified.

“You could have fucking said that instead of telling me I’m fucked, Seokjin!”

“Seokjin?” Jimin faced back to you again. “What religion has a Seokjin?”

Okay, that was a name that the frat president heard but never understood but he couldn’t think further into it just yet. “Uhhh, Jinnism. It’s common from where she’s from.” His friend was about to protest but Jungkook beat him to it. “Dude, just fucking ignore her right now. Talk to me about what you wanted me to hear in the first place.”

“Yeah, sure. Whatever.” You can sense Seokjin shrug casually and unbothered by your reply. “Either way, you must come back to Naameth immediately.”

You sighed, “Give me ten minutes.”

“No, you can’t tell me what to do. I’m supposed to tell you what to do.”

“Seokjin, give me fucking ten minutes. I’ll get there, I promise!” Again, Jimin eyed you and your “prayer” but decided to let it go.

“Fine. Do what you have to do before coming. I’ll be seeing you soon.” Seokjin huffed, giving in. “By the way, I made a giant hole in your room door.”

“You fucking dick! AGAIN? I have to get that repaired!!” You complained, but he was already gone and out of your mind. You rolled your eyes before plotting back on the mattress. You kicked your feet up in fury and whined into the duvet. You rolled like a fish on the sheets to exert more of your frustration. 

Jimin couldn’t help but scrutinize you once again for the last time. “Dang, that’s your type, man.” He mumbled more to himself, but Jungkook who was already dressed heard his commentary.

“Fuck off and get out of my room!” Before Jimin could see him in a blushing frenzy, the frat president pushed his friend out without warning. Though the shorter man protested, a slamming of the door sealed the demand.

The frat president exhaled while fixing his tie, loosening it for now. “___! What’s wrong, baby?” Oh my goodness, why the fuck did he say that? He didn’t catch himself before saying it. Fuck, he hoped you didn’t notice.

Though he hoped you did.

But like always, you don’t seem to bother acknowledging it. “I have to go back to my realm now.” You rolled to see him.

Damn, he wore black and grey checkered dress pants with a black dress shirt tucked into them, exposing his petite waist. Buttons on his shirt were unbuttoned. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbow; his forearms were revealed with parts of his tattoos shown on the right of him. The thin fabric practically adhered to his skin as his muscles protruded out. All he needed to do was style his hair, but it didn’t matter either way because he looked so fucking hot you needed to cleanse your mind…and you were a sex demon.

“I think I’m in trouble.” You frowned.

“In trouble? Oh, fuck. Are you okay?” With enlarged irises, panic ran through Jungkook. “Holy shit! Will I be okay? Am I gonna die?”

“No, no, Koo. You won’t die.” You always tried to comfort him because he has had near-death experiences caused by you. That gave him a bit of relief. “I won’t let anything happen to you. If you die, it would be by the hands of me.” Never mind, his stomach churned and he felt like throwing up. “But I won’t kill you! I told you I would never!” You tried to save what little reassurance he had from you.

He exhaled, trying his best to stay positive and lighten the mood. “So you need to go back now?” You nodded. “Do you know why you’re in trouble?”

You shook your head, “No, Seokjin said I’m kinda fucked but he said there might be good in it.”

Again with that name.

The entire time Jungkook has been…friends with benefits??…with you, you’ve always mentioned someone or something called Seokjin. He assumed it was someone since you’ve always been talking to him through your mind, but he didn’t necessarily know who it exactly was.

It was constantly “Oh, Jungkook, I have to go. Seokjin is waiting for me,” or “Hold on, Seokjin wants to talk to me.” Even when you were fucking the human, you would be like “Seo-k-jin! Pl-please n-not right no—ahhhhh!”

The point he was getting at was he didn’t know who the fuck Seokjin was, and it made him annoyed. But he refused to ask about it because he thought you’d probably think he was jealous, which he clearly wasn’t. He was just fucking curious about who the fuck this Seokjin was and how important this Seokjin was for you to drop everything to go to Seokjin and not be with him?

He couldn’t resist it this time.

“Who’s Seokjin?” He began.

“Huh?” You gaped at him confusingly. You noticed how he bit his lip and met your contact with a much more intense stare.

“Who’s Seokjin? You’ve been mentioning and saying that name all the time.”

“Hmmm.”

That’s it? That was what all you had to say about Seokjin?!?!??!

“Oh, Seokjin. Yeah, don’t worry about him.” Him??? “Just another sex demon, he’s an incubus.”

First of all, Jungkook felt his chest twist when he heard it was a dude! Second, he was a fucking demon!! Of course, he would be. What else would he be? A gremlin? But the human betted this demon was ugly and revolting. Lastly, why did it sound like you were hiding something? Were you trying to change the subject to avoid it? What was going on?

Jungkook got pulled out of his mind when you changed into your clothes. “Anyways, I truly have to go which makes me sad because I was hoping to stay with you tonight.” You slipped out of his shirt and pulled over the purple sundress Jungkook bought for you.

His lips quirked up as he slowly walked to you. He patted your head before caressing your cheek. You were so short that you had to stretch your neck up. You reached the top of his chest and it made his heart melt. You made an innocent smile and he wanted to die in moe.

“Unfortunately, I also had plans tonight,” Jungkook spoke out, feeling rather bummed.

“That would have been okay! I would have waited for you in your room!” Now, why would you say that? He was going weak in the knees as is, you made it worse.

“Though that would be fun and kind of you, maybe going back would be good.”

“I promise if I don’t get punished, I’ll come back to see you soon. Okay, Koo?” Your Bambi eyes sparkled, swearing to your statement. You truly did want to stay, but you had duties…or shit that you had to deal with.

Jungkook had so much adoration when you promise things like that. As cute as you were, you kept your promises no matter what and that was one of the purest things about you.

“Of course, angel.” He pulled you into his chest, embracing you once more before you depart.

-

Jungkook walked down and outside with you as a courtesy and he wanted to spend a couple of more minutes with you.

Though you could teleport to your realm, he realized how suspicious his friends would be if you left without them seeing you leave. Most of the frat members liked to lounge around the kitchen and living room. Being in a household filled with testosterone, all the men could sense a woman or any feminine body in and out of the house like a built-in radar detector in their brains.

While you walked down with Jungkook, you had a habit of intertwining your fingers with his. You didn’t think much of it as you grinned casually towards the front door, but the frat president flushed like an idiot and cheesing a little too hard. Playful winks were on the two of you. His frat brothers noticed it, especially when their frat president was with you.

The human opened the door. You stepped out and he followed behind before closing it, giving a some privacy. He observed the area, perceiving that the coast was clear for you. You were ready to go, waiting for Jungkook to give you the go. But the human disliked seeing you off again. It was common for him to do this. You came often, but not as often as how he wanted. You’d come back a day or two later, but sometimes, it would be more than a week. If it was his choice, he never wanted you to leave.

You thought about how winsome he was every time you left. Your task looked so funny and lovesick that it felt so real. You then held his cheeks, pushing them together to puff them up.“Stop being sad, Jungkook.”

“I’m not sad!” He mumbled, leaning into your touch. “It’s just…”

“Do you want me to video call you when I’m done with Seokjin?”

The fuck you mean when you’re done with Seokjin? “Yes.” He said with no hesitation. “Text me when you get home too.’ You grinned, nodding like the adorable demon you were, and let go of his face. He sighed at the sight of you.

Jungkook bent down, closed his eyes, and puckered his lips. He hoped to feel yours on the other side, but the more he leaned in, the more breeze he got. He almost fell forward and ate shit. He peeled back his eyes to not see you in front of him anymore.

His head pivoted to the side, finding you skipping down the walkway. You looked back at him before saying, “Bye, Koo!” You fluttered your fingers at him, then you disappeared into thin air. You basically Houdini’d.

Despite that, Jungkook’s smile grew as he replayed the very memory of you saying goodbye. He loved when you said that nickname. He groaned in amazement and couldn’t wait to see you again.

With his rabbit teeth still on display, he went back inside. When he closed the door, he rested his back on the wooden surface. His eyelids closed shut as he tried stabilizing his heart rate. It was going faster than the last time. 

"Dude, you're fucking whipped."

He snapped his eyes open, finding all his frat brothers half-circling him with Cheshire Cat-like smiles. "Pfft, no I'm not." Jungkook pushed himself off and stood tall on his feet, attempting to be all cool and casual. “Just another fuck…”

“Just another fuck, yeah? What is this, the three hundredth time with her alone?” Hoseok retorted, rolling his eyes.

“Seeing you all bright and dandy like the Teletubbies seeing the fucking sun!” Yoongi mentioned. "She's practically curing you, a fucking angel if you ask me."

"So you think she’s an angel…" Jungkook side-eyed his friend.

“We refuse to hear your rancid details.” Namjoon gagged before making a sour expression.

“Well, I’m never telling you.” The frat president informed. “Not like I wanna tell you anything between me and her.”

“Oooo, keeping secrets instead of stories??? What’s going on? What happened to the Jungkook we knew and put up with?” Hoseok laughed, calling his hands to emphasize his statement.

“Fuck off, Hobi Hyung!” Jungkook couldn’t defend himself on that because what happened between the two of you was really between each other, especially with your succubus status.

"JK, this has been going on for months.” Jimin pointed out, trying to be a little mindful compared to the others. Though Jungkook was the frat president, he was the youngest amongst them which meant they can fuck around and get away with it from time to time. “You're never with the same chick unless…Oh my God, are you in love with her?"

“Jungkook in love? Has the world revolved counterclockwise?” Namjoon teased, raising his fingers to his opened mouth like he was in shock.

"Can't blame him. She's so pretty and kind." Yoongi reflected, thinking back to a memory of you back at the party where you practically met everyone. “A bit of an airhead though and has so much shame.”

Yes, all of us were being reminded of how much of a fuck boy frat president of Sigma Tau Beta, Jeon Jungkook, was. He had a different person at every party, every gathering, every lunch, every day, every hour, it shocked them how he didn’t catch anything. But finally, he did.

He caught feelings for you.

"She eats our granola though. How am I supposed to eat my yogurt?" Hoseok complained.

“Shut up you idiots, I'm not in love," Jungkook stated, shaking his head in denial. “She just wants my dick and she has such a great p…beautiful personality.”

YeAh, hE’S deFINitelY noT iN lOvE.

“You brought her to your family’s house during your birthday dinner!” Jimin countered.

“She was visiting that time! Remember she doesn’t go to school here anymore.” Jungkook reasoned, trying to cover the lies. You both had to create lies about you not being in classes with him and Jimin. “I didn’t want to leave her here!” 

“You could have left her here with us.” Hoseok alluded, a smirk morphing on his face.

“Absolutely fucking not.”

You, a clueless succubus, in a house alone with other men that weren’t Jungkook? Nope!

To be honest, he may have had to because though it may not be intentional, he guessed that due to your succubus aura, you kinda charmed his father a bit.

Of course, his mother was there to smack the sense back to him.

“You cuddle with her and fall asleep on the couch, and when you wake up, you carry her to your room!”

“I see you smiling at your phone and I look over to see you texting her. She barely even responds besides an “ok,” or “sure.” She doesn’t even get your memes sometimes.”

"You also take her out almost every weekend and if we have a party, you're either alone or with her. You don't even try anymore."

"What's your point?" Jungkook muttered, his attention roaming elsewhere but his friends. He even kicked his feet in frustration to ease off his embarrassment. 

"JEON. JUNGKOOK. YOU. ARE. WHIPPED. FOR. ___!" The older group of friends shouted in unison.

“No, I’m not! How many times do I have to fucking tell you that I don’t have any feelings for ___?” The rosy-coated cheeked frat president was persistent, he refused to believe such accusations. “If I did, which I’m not, she doesn’t even like me!”

“Huh, well, we’re unsure about that too,” Hoseok told them. “We don’t see any part of her liking you.”

“She did make him a gourmet meal when he passed an exam!” Yoongi notified, snapping his fingers.

“She does praise you even the smallest shit.” Namjoon scoffed. “But you shouldn’t compliment the bare minimum in my opinion.”

“She even is willing to role-play JK’s demon kink!” Jimin boasted, adding to Jungkook’s humiliation.

“Okay! All of you, for fuck’s sake, let this go. Nothing is going on with us. I don’t love her and…she doesn’t love me.” In that last part, the frat president said it to convince not only them but himself. “We’re only fuck buddies, that’s it.”

“Oh, sure, and if Hoseok and I make out, we’re just bros, right?” Namjoon snorted jokingly. “There’s always one person that catches feelings.”

“And it’s you, bud.” Yoongi patted his youngest friend’s back in empathy. “And you’re downright bad.”

“Yeah, you may be feral for her, but that doesn’t mean she like that back.” Hoseok brutally mentioned, which earned a few glares around.

“Hobi Hyung! Don’t say that. We don’t know what she thinks.” Jimin lightly pushed his friend as his scolding. “But Jungkook, he is lowkey right. I mean didn’t you play with others’ emotions before?”

“Yes, but not for months!”

“So? Girls are much more cunning than we are. She’s probably waiting until she destroys you.” Namjoon shrugged.

His friends were not helping at all. They were throwing shade about how much of a player he was too. In fact, they were making him question his relationship with you, which was good…in a way? 

“I’m not sure if you’re trying to support me or insult me. But either way, you bitches suck ass right now!” Jungkook exclaimed.

“We just don’t want you to get your hopes up if she doesn’t like you. Unlike you, she’s not obvious with her emotions besides confused and whining.” Jimin voiced out. “We've never seen you like this. It’s wild and scary.”

Jungkook rolled his eyes, getting immediately tired of this conversation. “Look, Hyungs. I’m not obvious nor do I have feelings, and that is my final answer. You’re all being insane and stalkerish, like observing me and her? Do you even have lives beyond this story?”

“Probably, not,” Jimin answered. “We’re only saying.”

“Well, stop.” Then Jungkook finally ended the discussion as he stomped away from them and back to his room.

When he slammed his door shut, he felt the heat intensify in him. He rubbed his face with his palms as he treaded around his bedroom, thinking about what his friends said. Him being in love with you?? Thinking about that…it would take a deranged enchantress to make him head over heels, with googly eyes, and on his knees to be in love.

Well, for starters, you weren’t deranged…he assumed. As for an enchantress, you certainly weren’t that. You were a demon, a sex demon, a succubus that uses human men to gain power. As a matter of fact, Jungkook was expected to fear you the moment he saw you. But that didn’t happen, considering he threw you around like a cum cloth the first meet.

Yet as time went on, nothing bad overall—highlighting because you would accidentally drain Jungkook’s life and burned him sometimes—happened. If anything, a budding bond flourished between the two of you. How was it that a teeny succubus like yourself was able to get him through your cute smile? Your compassionate presence? Your everlasting patience? Your baffling innocence? Your exasperating oblivion? Fuck, this was bad.

He wasn’t in love, he couldn’t, he can’t. It wasn’t right, it was against all his values and beliefs.

Yeah, right. When did his values and beliefs incorporate a demon into the picture?

Despite getting to sleep with you, any other thing with you was deemed pointless in his upsetting reality. You weren’t as cuddly as him, you didn’t initiate kisses, and you answered his questions objectively. All were similar to what he does to women from his fuck boy mindset.

Yet he hasn’t been with any other apart from you when you came back into his life after the initial time. That’s what’s frightening about all of this. He was willing to drop everything to be with you. He chose not to be with other women. Instead, he thought about what places to bring you like the carnival, wrestling, sky diving, or any rigorous physical activity he could think of to make you fit. He hated it but wanted more.

You know what? Fuck you. Perhaps he should be done with you and your ways. He should tell you that he refused to help you any longer because you’re fucking up his lifestyle, the person he was before and quite enjoyed. He had no regrets prior, and now he was contemplating all his pondering decisions apart from his choice with you.

So basically fuck you and your bomb-ass cunt.

A buzz rang through his room. His phone vibrated on top of his bedside table. He went up to grab his device before unlocking it. It was a simple message from you.

My pretty Angel 😇😩😍🥰: home!

Human Jungkook: Please safe and good luck angel! Text me when you’re done

Human Jungkook: Actually video call me I wanna see your face :-(

Five minutes later…

My pretty Angel 😇😩😍🥰: ok

Jungkook didn’t realize how much he was beaming like a damn idiot. Heart thumping at your two short ass replies. He sat on his gaming chair and giggled like a schoolgirl, swinging his legs up. Oh, how he wished he look at you again. Pulling his phone to his sternum, he yearned for you and hoped you were alright.

Yup, definitely not whipped.

-

“Listen here, you little shit! You can’t keep disappearing on me like that!” Seokjin scolded you as he floated around the office as you sat on his desk with your head hung down. “I already permitted you and hid it away from the higher-ups. The least you can do is notify me before you’re going to your dick appointment!”

“I-I’m sorry. I took advantage of your consent, I should have told you I was on Earth.” You nodded, taking in his yelling.

“Yeah, well. For that, the higher-ups found out and now they wanna expel you!”

“What?!” Your head snapped up with your bottom lips pushed out. How was that even possible? You were a succubus, all succubus had to go through this training no matter what. It was part of your life! Was there even such thing as expulsion within your training? Was there anyone else who got expelled? Were you the first dumbass to get kicked out? “Really, Seokjin? Awww, noooo.” You shivered in panic and you started crying. Tears falling down your reddened puffy cheeks and weeping gradually escalated. You’ll be nothing anymore, you weren’t worthy enough to call yourself a succubus.

“Nah, I’m just fucking with you.”

His fucking windshield wiper laugh belted over your softened cries, echoing off his office walls. “You should have seen your face. It looked like I stole a part of you and annihilated it!” He slapped his knee because it was that funny he pranked you like that. But an immediate glare from your blinking ruby-infused irises drilled through your mentor’s delight, causing him to stop himself promptly. His spine aligned upwards and he cleared his throat, apologizing feebly.

“It’s nice to fucking know that my own mentor wants to see me crash and burn!” You hissed, crossing your arms over your chest. You levitated up and rushed to him with your scarlet vision and newly developed fangs that grew last month. Seokjin winced in fright, trying to hide behind his lamp. “That was so fucking mean! You know how much I wanna complete this training!”

“Put those fangs away!” Seokjin shrieked. He wished he developed to be a little bit more mindful. You weren’t as weak anymore compared to when you first started, having obtained powers and other features. You were pretty fucking weak in contrast to him anyways, but it still freaked him out.

You moved backward, morphing your teeth and pupils back to their normal size. Your burgundy wings fluttered behind you while your tail slithered like a serpent. Your mentor got out of his hiding place and adjusted himself before continuing his thoughts. “Okay, consider that as punishment for not telling me where you were.”

“Whatever,” You rolled your eyes but there was still sadness in them. “Am I really expelled though?”

“No, you aren’t,” Seokjin reported honestly, relieving you. “But the higher-ups did find out.”

“How?”

“For the record, I didn’t know. But when I would turn in your completed tasks, they noticed a pattern and got suspicious of how you were able to complete so many with ease.” He explained. “Makes sense, considering you’ve been in this training for years and this is a year-and-a-half preparation.” You shrugged as you understood that part. “They didn’t tell me specifically, because they knew I’d tell you, but I think they hired someone to follow you back on Earth. They saw you with your human.” You gasped. “They brought me in today to inform me about it.”

“What did you say?”

“I naturally said that this was all your fault and that you should take all the blame because that’s what you wanted in the first place.”

So much for him protecting you…

“So am I in trouble?” You were perplexed, creasing your eyebrows.

“This is where the good news comes in. You’re actually not.” He reassured, releasing all the stress that has been built up today. “They weren’t mad because you’ve made tremendous progress in the past months as opposed to starting years. To be honest, all they want is for you to fucking pass and if it involves indirectly cheating or using a human for assistance, they’ll turn a blind eye to your case.”

This was good, you didn’t need to worry about keeping secrets and sneaking around. You could go into the human realm without thinking you’d get caught. A weight has been lifted off your shoulders.

“However, they wanted safety precautions, knowing that you are a walking hazard,” Seokjin informed, grabbing your file from his desk drawers. “Seeing that you have a human task helper, they thought it was a great idea that I meet Jungkook.”

“Why do you need to meet him?” You asked, not seeing the purpose of it all. You weren’t killing the human!

“Well, while I instruct, give you advice, and keep a record of your training, it’s only fair I meet the person that’s helping you.” Your mentor clarified. “We’ll be able to collaborate and work together with what’s best for you. You know improve your skills, maintain and enhance your strengths, analyzing in-field observations.”

“Like a damn parent-teacher conference?” You questioned, showing a face of “are you serious right now?”

“Correct, little one.” Seokjin grinned, blooping the tip of your nose. “Plus, I also wanna get to know who Jungkook is besides that task folder. Like how the fuck he was able to get you in a chokehold for him? I can’t even put a leash on you!”

“But who’s who?” You wondered aloud, thoughts going in another direction and ignoring Seokjin. “Would Jungkook be the pare—”

"I'm gonna stop you right there because that's wrong on so many different levels." He interrupted you, trying to steer it back to the main topic. “In conclusion, I must see him. It's only fair if he's helping you and I'm your mentor. After that, higher-ups would want a full report on how capable this human is. They think he’s a wizard since he can even deal with you as is.“

-

Seokjin meeting Jungkook was somewhat concerning. Though your mentor was present at that frat party where you met your task, Seokjin didn’t officially meet him. All your mentor knew was through the paperwork he had for you and that was it.

If you learned anything about Seokjin, it was that he was a fucking menace to you. Though you had a tendency to fuck things up yourself, at times he liked making things worse. He said that it was to challenge you but it was a load of bullshit. Always making damn excuses.

Still, you never saw Seokjin interacting with human men and that idea terrified you. What if he exposed your secrets? Like when you had to practice oral with a cucumber to impress Jungkook! You didn’t want him to know. 

What if he was mean to Jungkook and scare him away? You couldn’t have that; you didn’t want to stop seeing Jungkook. You liked being with the human. His presence made you feel comforted. He always cheered you up when you felt like you weren’t a good enough succubus. He made you feel safe even when being a sadist in the bedroom. You didn’t want anyone else but him!

Like who was also gonna help you with your task??!! You didn’t wanna go through that process again.

But it had to happen whether you liked it or not. If Seokjin meeting Jungkook was the only way for you to get away with in succeeding your training as well as obtaining permission from the higher-ups, then so be it.

Currently, you were video chatting with Jungkook as promised. He kept yapping his mouth about what happened during the school event while you rested on your bed listening in and out. “Overall, it was sooo fucking boring and they expected us to dance on the dance floor.” Jungkook scoffed as he loosened and undid the tie around his neck. “Like how can I shake my ass to Party Rock Anthem? Like at least Gasolina!”

“What are those words?” You rolled over to the other side of your bed.

Jungkook opened his mouth but quickly closed it, “I’ll tell you later. Als—” He stopped for a second, observing your fallen expression. “___, what’s on your mind?”

“Numerous things and one of them has to deal with you.”

The human smirked cheekily, thinking something else about what you said. “Baby, be more clear. I wanna hear the words out that pretty mouth of yours.”

“The higher-ups of my succubus training, aka the succubi and incubi council, found out about you.” You notified. “They saw that I’ve been sneaking to Earth when I’m not supposed to.”

Jungkook felt like he was about to throw up. “T-t-they found out about me? Oh my God, AM I GONNA DIE?”

“No, Koo, you’re not gonna die!” You had to tell him again. “I need your help…”

“What do you mean? Aren’t I helping you already?”

“It’s another thing. I’m sorry I keep asking you for all of this. You must think I take too much from you.” You gloomed, letting out a few of your inner thoughts. You didn’t want Jungkook to think that you were taking advantage of him. You constantly tried to make it up for him somehow.

“Angel, I wouldn’t have helped you if I thought you were taking advantage of me. I know my limits.” He assured but lied because there were no limits when it was with you. “Now what were you going to ask me?”

You paused, breathing in and out before saying, “Seokjin wants to meet with you.”

“Uhh, excuse me. What the actual fuck? Why?”

It wasn’t because he didn’t want to meet Seokjin…wait, that was exactly the reason why. Why would he meet this mystery demon that is very close to you?

“The higher-ups thought it was a good idea for him to meet you since you’re helping me with my tasks.” You clarified further. “If anything, they seem to like you because you helped me progress in my studies!”

“…but why him?” His tone sounded flat but on the inside, he was burning.

“Because he talks to the higher-ups and I guess he knows me better than any other demon.” Your vague answer felt like a shot to his chest. He didn’t even care how you said it, he cared about the words. So this Seokjin demon knew you better than any other demon, huh?

Well, does Seokjin know how you sneezed like a kitten? Does Seokjin know your tail waves happily when you get granola? Does Seokjin know how much joy was in your laugh when you see something funny? Does Seokjin know that you liked to cuddle with something when you’re sleeping? And when you slept over, you’d have your arms wrapped around his torso like a koala?

Seokjin may not know everything about you.

“Please meet him? I promise it’ll be okay. He won’t lay a finger on you. If he does, I’ll try my best to rip him off of you.” You pleaded with your shimmering eyes that you didn’t know was one of his ultimate weaknesses. “Of course, he is one of the most powerful demons in our realm…”

As always, you asked so preciously. He couldn’t say no to that face of yours. It may be the hidden power you had over him or maybe not. Yet Jungkook wasn’t going to sway his decision.

“When do you want us to meet, angel?” He gave in to your request.

You squealed, bouncing off of the bed as you held your phone. “Really? You’ll do it?” He nodded in confirmation before you got elated. He’d do anything to see that stunning pearly whites. “I must tell him now! We’ll have everything set up and I’ll tell you the details, okay Koo?”

“Of course, angel. I’m only a call and text away.” He chuckled, gazing into his device.

You checked the time and calculated how late it was for both of you. “It’s already late, and you have class early tomorrow. You should hang up and sleep.”

Jungkook hummed in response, “I’ll start getting ready for bed soon…but you should hang up first.”

You tilted your head in wonder. “Why? Shouldn’t you hang up first?”

“No, you hang u—”

“‘Kay! Good night!” He didn’t even give you a response as you hung up so hastily. You tossed your phone onto the mattress. You rushed out your door—that was fixed and paid off by Seokjin—and went to your mentor to announce the news.

Meanwhile, Jungkook stared blankly at his darkened phone screen for a good minute after you ended the call. He tightened his grip on his smartphone as he bit his lip in an aggravating manner. He took deep breaths, soothing himself. He needed to relax on this whole thing. 

He doesn’t love you. You don’t love him.

That’s that.

But why does he feel so sad about it?

-

“Why are you in a suit?”

Okay, quick little update—It has been a week later and you and Seokjin decided to have Jungkook meet the two of you at the house that Seokjin stole—you honestly don’t know but you have it again—since it wasn’t safe for the human to come to the demon realm.

You haven’t seen Jungkook since because you prepared for the conference. You planned the dinner, begged Seokjin what certain topics of discussion were off-limits, took a midterm that you probably failed, and overall mentally prepared for your mentor and human to meet.

Though you prepped, with Seokjin, there was no telling what was happening. He was being vague with what he had intended and usually shoved a fucking hundred-page intake form in your face. You were nervous, flying around the living room and keeping your hands busy with cooking just hours prior.

Now it was happening and you opened the front entrance right after Jungkook texted you that he was here and afraid. Mainly because the house appeared otherworldly and resembled a murder scene.

When you opened the door, you raised your brows in bewilderment, seeing the human clean cut, looking too professional compared to your pastel green baby doll dress under the strawberry printed apron you had over and bunny house slippers. 

Jungkook wore an all-grey suit with black Chelsea boots. The attire included a matching fabric belt that wrapped around his waist, accentuating his proportions. Underneath, he wore an ebony button-down shirt and the same colored tie. But the best part of it all was that his hair was gelled and pushed back, revealing his supple sexy forehead and bold brows with his lip and ear piercings on display. Lastly, in his hands, he had a bouquet of purple roses.

This was a prime example of how he can get you naked with the faintest look to you.

It wasn’t that you hated him dressed like that. You pondered why he was so formal for a dinner inside an abandoned building.

“Wanted to dress to impress.” More like dress to feel better than that fucking Seokjin guy because I am better.

“You do realize it’s only us three. I’m boringly dressed like this.” You presented your dress even twirled around. Your succubus form was mellow and revealed. You didn’t like hiding your wings and tail because it can get cramped for you. You felt at peace when you didn’t need to hide when you were around Jungkook.

Your hair was pushed back by a green headband, making you extra lovely in his eyes. Though obvious with the seductive succubus stereotype, it fascinated the human how…contradicting you were. Most of the time you didn’t know what you were doing especially with other human men, there were times when you made the room feel disturbingly awkward, you were shit at flirting, and every flirt directed to you was in and out of your ears.

Regardless, that was what made you you and Jungkook loved everything about it. You had your own charm and approach to things. When others expected you to do one thing, you do it in another way. You kept your kindness high and on lock. Sometimes thinking of others before you.

An advantage that Seokjin may have used in the past…for education reasons of course.

“And you look so pretty, ___.” Jungkook complimented you in awe of your beauty. He hasn’t seen you for over a week and finally seeing you in person instead of on his phone screen, he wished to never part with you anymore.

“Aww, thanks, Koo.” You cooed and felt a little heat creeping on your cheeks. “I guess you don’t look bad yourself. Very handsome.”

“So you think I’m handsome?”

You giggled loudly and awkwardly. That was…concerning to him. “Yeah…” You almost sounded bored and he regretted bringing it up. You paused for a bit until you finally brought up the flowers he brought. “You brought flowers?”

“Oh, yeah. I got them since tonight felt pretty important.” He replied, handing them to you. You examined the pretty petals and blooming of the roses before sniffing the aroma. “They’re actually for y—”

“They’re so pretty, Jungkook! Seokjin’s gonna love them!” You interrupted him as you went towards the kitchen to find an empty vase for them, leaving the human standing like the emoji. He watched your form disappear to another room before you shouted for him to follow.

Once he reached you, you planted the flowers on the granite counter while you searched through the cabinets for the flower holder. As you did so, Jungkook brought up a question. “So…where is Seokjin?”

You finally found a vase when he asked. “He had to do something in Naameth before this. He should be arriving any minute.” You said as you filled it up with water.

“Huh? Late to the meeting? Doesn’t seem like a reliable person…” Jungkook tried to be discreet but he really wasn’t.

“You’re both late. Almost an hour and a half.” You pointed out without thought as you positioned the purple roses inside the jug and decorated them at the center of the kitchen table. “At least he told me beforehand.”

You weren’t scolding the human, though you were blunt and stated facts. It caused Jungkook to feel ashamed because he was indeed late, but didn’t bother to speak up about it. “Sorry, I got nervous so I had to use the bathroom a couple of times before coming here.”

“Oh, Jungkook!” You chuckled at his shy state, turning back to him. You’ve never seen him like this before. “There’s no reason to be nervous. I think Seokjin will like you.”

Why were you making everything about Seokjin? That wasn’t why he was nervous. “No, it’s not that.” He denied, holding the edge of the kitchen surface.

“Then what is it?” You came forth, grabbing and holding his hand with your two smaller ones. You looked concerned, almost like you wanted to take action to make his worries away.

He still was in denial.

Jungkook could only open his mouth when the two of you heard a loud bang erupt, making you both flinch and search for the noise. It came from the front, so you scurried together and passed the living room to find the cause.

In all his fucking glory and shining ego, your one and only mentor arrived like a celebrity on the red carpet. The Seokjin wore a white double-breasted blazer with a dress shirt that matched underneath. The shoulder pads of the jacket made his wide-set shoulders even more like the hypotenuse of a Pythagorean theorem. The right side of it draped down reaching his thigh, giving an asymmetrical look. Instead of going monochrome, the incubus opted for black pants and boots.

Seokjin’s hair was also pushed back, but there was a ridiculously enormous ivory fedora sitting at the top of his head. What made it even worse was a gold feather attached to it. Though it sounded outrageous, the demon somehow made it work.

Seokjin’s eyes strolled around the house until they landed on your puzzled ones. A smile beamed on his face then he spreads his arms wide open before strutting up to your stature. “My darling love!!”

Once he got to you, he pulled your body into his chest and spun you around. After that, he puts you down and kissed the top of your head, leaving you flabbergasted and Jungkook’s jaw clenched. What the fuck Seokjin?

“Uhh, Seokjin, what are you doing?” You questioned, not understanding what was going on. You stepped away from him and moved closer to Jungkook.

“What do you mean, little one? I’m greeting you.” Your mentor responded oh so causally.

“You’re not really lik—”

“Ahh, you must be Jeon Jungkook.” Seokjin ignored what you said when he immediately faced contact with the only human in the room. “It’s great to finally meet you. I’ve heard so many things about you!” He extended his hand for a handshake.

Hmmm, that seemed to give Jungkook a bit of satisfaction so he accepted the introduction and shook his hand. “Same for you…but I never knew she talked about me.”

“Yes, of course. She does…when we’re in her room alone together.”

Jungkook’s face sank. His head craned to you to see you…nodding???

“Yeah, and sometimes in his office.” You agreed. Uhhhh, was this going well?

“Anyways, shall we get started Jungkook?” Seokjin recommended. “You and I can chat in the dining area while our ___ here will finish up cooking. She’s making her signature dish! It’s incredible. Believe me. I’ve had it before.” He exaggerated the last parts towards the human while rubbing his stomach.

Jungkook’s right eye twitched and it doesn’t go unnoticed by a close-lipped smile from Seokjin who seemed unbothered.

Meanwhile, you didn’t see anything. “I wouldn’t call it my signature dish, but I wanted to be mindful of Jungkook’s taste. He doesn’t like anything too sour and many of demon’s dishes taste quite sour.”

Again, you were acknowledging his preferences, being so cautious with him. Jungkook’s heart palpitated quicker than before when you ended your statement with a smile and gaze at him.

“Plus this dish doesn’t have garlic and Seokjin is allergic to that!”

It was great while it lasted.

-

While you were preoccupied in the kitchen cooking and listening to this band that shined through the city with a little funk and soul, Jungkook was alone in the dining room with Seokjin. They sat across each other on the long table, one sat on the farthest end and the other did the same on the other end. Their posture was straight with their hands intertwined, resting on the table, almost like they were mimicking one another.

Though it only has been five minutes, nothing was said just glares. More so, towards the nonchalant Seokjin who kept his eye contact, Jungkook leered aggressively at the sight of the demon. All because he had three reasons to act this way.

Number one—Jungkook was pissed off because Seokjin was fucking gorgeous and hot. He was wrong. How was this level of sexiness possible? You informed him that sex demons were born to be visually pleasing, but this fucking dude took the prize of most handsome and went home within the minute. He dreaded it so much but had to give props to the incubus.

Number B—was the way Seokjin held and kissed you…and like you accepted? He never wanted to see you in the arms of another, that idea made him want to vomit his brains out. 

Finally, letter 3—it was almost as if Seokjin indirectly challenged him, eyeing the human out every chance he had. Was that it? Does Seokjin want a competition? What was his catch? Weren’t they supposed to discuss your training and abilities? Why was this turning into who gets to claim you?

Well, you shouldn’t be claimed regardless…but in Jungkook’s defense, you were his.

“So are we gonna discuss ___ and her training?” Jungkook was the first to break the ice as scowling at the strong demon was going nowhere. “I want this to be productive for not only her but myself too.”

“Wow, you seem to care a lot about her, human,” Seokjin commented, slowly nodding his head as he wrote down something on a piece of paper in his opened manila folder. “Do you know why I wanted to see you? Better yet, do you know why I’m talking to you?”

The human cocked an eyebrow. “Uhh, ___ said that the higher-ups said we needed to meet.”

The demon hummed in response as he leaned back into his chair. “Well, that’s the main reason, but there are other answers to that question.”

Jungkook grew confused. “What do you mean?”

Seokjin sagged his head to the side to look past Jungkook to watch you dancing stiffly. “___ is a special demon. So special that she had to get a task helper for her training.” He began. “And so special that she’s important to me.”

Okay, we’re getting to the good stuff because Jungkook squinted his eyes at the demon in front of him. “She’s important to you?”

“Yes, why do you sound like it’s shocking?” Seokjin replied, eyes testing the human. “I mean you had to meet me for her sake.”

“Isn’t it the other way around?”

“Nope, because the higher-ups needed me to see how capable you are. You think a strong, powerful, and handsome demon like myself would willingly want to meet an egotistical zealous human like you? You’re practically a side bug ready to be flicked away if I say you go.”

“What even are you to her?” The human scoffed, not caring if he was being rude to a demon who kill his ass with one hit. “You’re acting so high and fucking mighty. You could be meaningless in all of this.”

“Funny you ask that…” The incubus chuckled darkly. He leaned forward as if he was telling a secret to him despite the one-and-a-half meter distance. But with his powers, Seokjin whispered, “She’s my little play toy.”

Though soft-spoken, his words traveled loud and clear in Jungkook’s ear. The tone mocked the human’s ego and pride, his possession over you. He hated it. He fucking hated it. 

And to make matters worse, Seokjin had the power to replay those words in his head. She’s my little play toy. She’s my little play toy. She’s my little play toy. She’s my little play toy. She’s Seokjin’s little play toy.

Jungkook gritted his teeth as he held onto the table tightly to ease his anger. He needed his positive mindset to overcast the shit Seokjin was doing. You were not his play toy. You weren’t Seokjin’s. You weren’t his to play with.

It should be him. But not as a play toy. But one to be with and to be cherished by him. He should be the one to call you his. He should be the one to hug you and twirl you around. He should be the one to kiss your forehead. He should be the one to call you “my darling love.” He should—

“Dinner’s ready!” You announced flying in all perky and filled with joy. Your horns wiggled in delight at the food. Wings flapping in the air, you patted Jungkook’s head, snapping him out of his trance to gawk at you.

Your puffy smile and crinkled eyes consoled his inner turmoil. How was it possible that the sight of you washed away his worries yet made his heart ache so bad he felt like he was about to explore? What was going on with him on the inside? He couldn’t understand it. He didn’t want to understand it. There was no way.

You flew towards your mentor, ready to slap that goofy grin off his bothersome face when Seokjin grabbed you by the arm and tugged you down. You landed on his lap unexpectedly, making a “humph’ sound. You blinked profoundly at him before saying, “What the fu—”

Usually, Seokjin interrupts you by talking and not caring about anything you say, but today was different. He halted your complaint by kissing you on the lips. Your eyes widened, and you didn’t dare to kiss back. Sure, they were soft but fucking disgusting. It was like kissing an uncle.

It was also different from what you’re used to and you couldn’t help but compare.

You stayed still like a dead fish as your mentor tried deepening the kiss. You were too shocked to even push away. But it was a voice that you knew all too well that ultimately stopped your interaction with Seokjin.

“NO!” Jungkook slammed his palms on the table, standing up from his seat.

Seokjin parted away from you and didn’t even bother to look at your disturbed expression. On the other hand, he was very much interested in finding a furious and raging Jungkook before him. Seokjin swore he heard growls from the human. This human must be a different breed, the incubus thought.

Livid heat dragged down his neck, his jaw sharpened and clenched, and steam blew out of his nostrils. Jungkook charged toward the two of you. Though you were innocent and puzzled by all of this, the human snatched you off of your mentor by the waist with one arm, carrying you. 

With his vacant arm, Jungkook thought it was a fast and effective solution to beat the shit out of Seokjin. So using all the force and techniques he learned through boxing, he punched Seokjin once, causing the demon to fall to the ground.

However, it seemed that Jungkook was done with Seokjin as he began to walk away with you now in both of his arms. You said nothing, not knowing how to contribute to this. But you chose to glance over to your mentor.

Knowing Seokjin, he doesn’t hold if someone attacks him. But at that moment, he watched the two of you walk away calmly before winking at you cheekily.

Seriously, what the fuck was going on?

You spoke no words to Jungkook as you migrated elsewhere into the house. It was when he threw you onto a bed, you realized he brought you into your bedroom. You followed his moves when he locked the door and removed his jacket from him. With piercing irises meeting your fazed doe-eyes, he loosened his tie before taking it off as well. He rolled up his sleeves up to his elbow to his comfort and liking.

He stalked around the bed, eyeing your every move, every facial expression, every breath. You sensed his dominating presence radiating the whole area, growing by the second. You surely understood what was going to happen when he was like this but still unsure of why was it happening right now and before dinner.

You feared him in an arousing way because you were excited to do this with him. It has been a while since Jungkook has been very clingy lately. You thought you anticipated his every move but tonight, you were going to be wrong and sorry that you assumed in the first place.

Your submission gradually exposed itself, afraid to speak up but you needed to know. “U-uh, Jungkook, why are you—”

“It’s sir to you, angel. Have I not been clear from the fucking start?” His dark voice spat venom, leaving no signs of care and cuddles for you.

“Yes, you’ve been clear, sir. I’m sorry, sir.” You hiccuped, you felt yourself shrinking before him. It was the way you both loved it. His mouth twitched but restrained himself from showing anything else but this. He came forth, being on the end of the bed, and leered down at you with that familiar stare. “S-sir, I’m just wondering why you—Eeek!”

Perhaps it was Not Let ___ Talk Day because you couldn’t finish your sentence when Jungkook flipped you over effortlessly by your waist. He pulled your legs and rested your knees onto the mattress, ass raised high in the air. He used his other hand and pushed down your back, bending your spine while your face was smushed into the sheets.

You wiggled as a reaction, but Jungkook wasn’t having it. He lifted the skirt of your dress, revealing your purple lacy thong that barely covered your tiny but chubby pussy. Though he wanted to let out a sigh of please, he was on a mission. With a heavy hand, he smacked your ass to keep you still.

You squeaked at the stinging sensation but felt yourself getting leaking down your hole. You couldn’t help it…he was that attractive, you were a sex demon, and you wanted more.

 “You should know to keep still, you fucking slut!” He spat, giving you another spank and you groaned. “Do I have to repeat myself?”

“N-no, sir.” You sniffled, digging your face into the comforter.

Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. Each slap got harder and harder. You swore your ass cheeks were getting numb from the ache. Your skin probably had his hand imprint, feeling raw and tender from his continuous slaps.

You heard the noise of unbuckling and a belt slithering out. You waited quietly until you voiced out a cry when the leather strap touched your swollen red ass cheek and coccyx. “Nooo, Koo!”

The evilness in Jungkook softened when he heard your pleading cry. He dropped the belt and crawled beside you. He helped you move your head to face him. You were flushed, and tears threatened to fall down your cheeks but he found the lust still in your eyes. He noticed how your ass trembled, but your tail looked in shock by it. 

“Angel, did I hurt you?” With no words, you nodded timidly. Fuck, Jungkook wanted to beat himself up for pushing your limits. “Fuck ___, I’m so sorry. I’m such a shithead. We’ll stop this right no—”

“No, we don’t need to, sir.” You reassured, giving him such a precious grin. “Just no belt, please?”

He saw you, serious and promising as ever. He didn’t deserve you at all. Yet you still took him in with all your might and will. You wanted him to continue, he knew it. It was all over your face.

He smiled ever so gently, truly taking you in. He moved down to kiss your ass cheek and caressed your tail which made you inhale sharply. He went back to you grinning once more before came the cynical expression. 

He stood up from the bed, observing your position. You daringly wiggled your behind once again, releasing any guilt Jungkook previously had. Shit, you’re such a tease.

He gave you one last spank before rubbing your pained bottom. You jolted from time to time, experiencing the ghost of the slaps. Once you seemed laxer, Jungkook turned you over on your back and wings. His stare leering at you while you peered open with eyes that screamed “more!”

“Take off everything, slut.” Jungkook demanded.

So with the blink of an eye, your clothes and undergarments were gone, leaving you bare. One interesting power you obtained from the past months was your ability to take your clothes off when you feel like it without even moving an inch. You were confused by it, even telling Seokjin about it. But your mentor told you succubi can develop special and personal powers on top of the standard skills. It was great for you, extra great for Jungkook. 

He paused for a while, pupils dancing all over your supple body. It was something he knew he would never get tired of seeing. From the top of your head, down to your plush breasts, the curves of your waist and hips, and your captivating legs. But in between your legs laid the cunt he wanted to devour for years.

You were already practically flowing a river, drenching the bedsheet under you. He could see a translucent string connected from your hole to the dampened area. You were always so ready for him. 

He grunted softly, his mouth watering at the sight of your center. He wanted to taste it, yet he still had other plans with you. Grabbing his belt off the floor, he walked steadily to your form. “Arms up.” You obliged within half a second. He hoisted you up the bed. Tying your wrists with the leather, he attached it to the headboard. He tugged on making sure it wasn’t too tight for you, so when you nodded, you were ready to go.

He climbed the bed. Your eyes met with his, his warm breathing hit your cheek. He gulped then clenched his jaw, demeanor hardening the more he kept his gaze. “You deserve to be punished, you stupid whore.”

Your irises enlarged, growing puzzled by his statement. “Why do I have t—“

“Did I say to fucking talk?!?!” He fumed, making you flinch. You quickly shook your head in denial. “You talk when I tell you to, and you do as I fucking say! When I ask you a question, you better answer! I’m not gonna repeat myself. Am I clear?”

You nodded cowardly but it wasn’t the right answer. Jungkook groaned in frustration, which led him to reach over to your nipple and pinch it hard. You winced at the pain yet pleasure of his touch. Your body wanted to submit to him. “Yes, you’re clear, sir!!”

“Good little demon.” He finally complimented and your horns twitched, which doesn’t go unnoticed by him but won’t acknowledge out in the open.

Jungkook had his hands on your knees before spreading them wide to get a clearer view of your glistening cunt. Fuck, he wanted to die. So pretty and swollen, just for him. He bent down to be on eye level. You felt him lingering before he lightly blew into your heat. You moaned softly, the cool air touching you though it wasn’t what you wanted. But you stayed quiet so that Jungkook doesn’t get angry. 

He pulled back and it killed you, almost barking back. But when he shoved two fingers in your sudden hole, all thoughts disappeared and a high-pitched whine snapped out of you. He was not slow and steady. He wasted no time pumping hard in circular motions into your pussy, trying to find your sweet spot. When your voice raised higher, he knew he had already found it.

He then pushed in another finger to help you get more stretched out. It was immaculate how tight your cunt was despite taking in his thick dick. He cursed under his breath, watching you having a harder time breathing from all the mewling you did. Your face was already so enamored with what little he did to you, making him grin like an asshole.

“Such a little slut. Do you like it when I finger this tight fucking cunt?”

You nodded like a child wanting candy. “Yes, I love it, sir.” He kept hitting your g-spot and you got so dizzy. Jungkook decided to test your limit again by adding another finger in you. It was a snug fit but he was still able to continue his thrusts. His palm was practically inside of you getting messed up by the amount of essence you spurted out.

The stretch gave a dull pinch, but you handled it well. You dug your fingers into your palm as it was the only thing you could do besides attempting to break free from the belt which was unsuccessful. But holy shit, so many of his fingers touched your nerves. Each swipe to your rough patch made you go crazy. Your petals sang choir songs to his ears, body, and soul. You felt the knot in your stomach breaking, getting closer and closer to your finish line. Jungkook could feel you reaching your high, so he fastened his pace.

You moaned loudly, knowing what was about to come. However, the human decided to pull out of you a second before you came. You winced as your stretched-out walls pulsed around nothing. Your soaking cunt dripped and ached in pain from the denial. Tears escaped your eyes, your nose getting stuffier than before, and the painful eyes you gave to an unbothered human.

“I didn’t say to cum. You cum when I tell you to.” Jungkook growled, then slurping all of your wetness from his palm to the tip of his fingers. 

“P-puh-please, s-sir.” You tried to speak, but you were getting intoxicated by the horniness you had for that man. “C-can…I…cum?”

“Aww, you’re begging. How cute.” He spoke condescendingly yet you gave no fucks because all you wanted right now was his dick. Which by the way looked insane hard and large in his pants. “But no, you don’t deserve it.”

“H-huh?”

“You wanna cum, you gotta earn it.” He sneered before slapping your inner thigh so close to your wet folds but not close enough. You could only let out a pliant sound, watching his menacing aura boost. “Do you still have those red candles?”

In a haze, you nodded. A while back, one of your tasks was the use of BDSM and you got provided a box filled with toys and other items to use. Besides rope, blindfolds, and ball gags, there were scarlet strawberry-scented massage candles. But they were never used because there was no time and that task went on for AGES.

However, Jungkook thought now was a good time to use them. “Bring them in.”

To his command, you magically brought it from Naameth. They were displayed on your nightstand, unused and neatly placed with the violet-colored lighter next to them.

Jungkook reached over for one of them and the lighter. Concentrated on what he had in his hands, he examined the two. The long candle presented hefty due to its thickness but it weighed light. He wafted the fruity aroma and hummed in delight before igniting the wick.

Ember appeared before him, illuminating a small bubble around it. He waited until he started seeing a small pool of liquid for the real games to begin.

Hovering it over your intoxicated cunt, he titled the candle. The ruby fluid flowed down and dripped onto your sensitivity, making you yelp at the burn. He moved all over your form, going from your nipples, your navel, back to your center, your neck, and any of your parts he knew you were sensitive in. 

The stinging pain electrified your body, cascading a new tsunami of emotions you’ve never experienced before. Streams of wax trickled down and solidified on your burning skin, marking you.

“You like this?” Jungkook interrogated while you measly nodded, quaking as more of the candle wax landed on you. “Of course, you do. You filthy demon.” He scoffed, rolling his eyes before placing the still-lit candle on the table.

Suddenly, he flipped you over in the same position you first started in. Your wrists rubbed along the belt, probably going to get bruises. He wasted no time slapping your ass again once. He retrieved the candle back, which had melted an abundance of fluid that created a deep pool.

Jungkook enjoyed seeing you in painful pleasure when a sinister smirk morphed on his hot fucking face. Without thinking any further, he had the candle over your back and poured all of it on your wings.

If Jungkook had seen your face, he would have seen your eyes shrink into beady dots. An elongating shriek fled out of you, froth foaming around your mouth. Your burgundy tail rested on the side, hiding away from the utter surprise. Your wings fluttered out of control, shaking like two Christmas ornaments filled with mung beans but not at all in a fun way. 

You tried breaking free but you were scrawny as shit. The burn rushed through your blood and went straight to your agonizing cunt and oozing more of your wetness on the bed. A pleasant sight for the human behind you. The sensation didn’t hurt as much as you expected, but fuck, you were about to go pray to the heavens for something to happen. You sobbed harshly into the pillow because though you felt so much but not enough to reach your peak. Your thighs quaked like a wet cat. you wanted to fucking cum, but he wasn’t letting you. 

“I’m impressed that you’re still not talking and taking it like the whore I know you are,” Jungkook commented before blowing out the candle. The smell of smoke mixed with the artificial strawberry scent lingered in the area.

You didn’t bother turning back to him. Instead, you dug your head into the duvet and unconsciously arched your back lower to accentuate your rounded ass. Jungkook groaned at his perfect vision of you. He guessed you deserve something. “Just for that, you deserve a little treat.” Putting his hands in the dips of your waist, he hoisted the lower half of your body up in the air.

Being so small, it was easy for gym rat boxing galore Jungkook to carry you like you were a feather. He settled the tops of your thigh onto his shoulders. You practically were levitating since Jungkook was huge even when sitting down. He pushed your spine down and you don’t even know what position this was. He was lucky you weren’t human because you were practically shaped as a “u.” Thank you demon bones.

Jungkook had such a delicious view of your petaled sex, so bloated and drenched just begging for him. He scooted closer to the headboard, bringing you with him. Now only your head was shoved onto the bed because you hung upside down. His strong arms wrapped around you with your shivering thighs still on him.

He leaned his head before sticking his pink tongue into your cunt, making you mewl like the needy little thing you were. The muscle then swiped up and down, pushing its way into you. Then the tip found your clit, causing you to shudder. Tears broke free but they went straight to staining the sheets. You were too stimulated and not enough to feel the release.  

Fuck, you tasted better than the last time like he was eating sweet cherries freshly picked out from the farm. He loved that you can actually change your essence’s flavor but honestly just as it was natural was the best one in his honest opinion.

Then your horns twitched.

Suddenly the arousal changed to your original taste, shocking Jungkook as his eyes widened but didn’t complain one bit. It only gave him more reason to latch on to your sensitivity and suckled the way you loved. Your legs trembling in ecstasy but he kept you still in his arms. Your moans increased by the second, wanting to speak his name but you didn’t dare to.

Until he gripped your tail.

“Sir!” You wept out, turning your head to breathe some oxygen. Jungkook surprisingly didn’t punish you and continued stroking your appendage. His thumb applied pressure, amplifying the state you were in. If you weren’t a moaning mess before, you most certainly were now. Your mind turned into cotton. Your eyes rolled back as your hips pushed towards his face.

His lapping tongue embedded your shaking center while the tip of his nose poked your aching bud. He ran his fingers from your tailbone to the heart tip. He went back to your base and pulled on it not too harshly but not too lightly either. You swore you were about to see stars from all this stimulation. The build-up in you got stronger and stronger, almost toward the finish line. “O-oh, I gonna cu—”

Subsequently, he stopped again. He released your tail and plopped your body back onto the mattress, bouncing from the impact. “No, you’re not.” He scooted away from you, legs spread open as he felt himself losing patience with him.

You whimpered, hot streams going down your cheeks. Dammit, you were so close. As sadist as Jungkook was in bed, this by far had to be the cruelest thing he has ever done to you. You’d rather have a bajillion orgasms than get denied them.

“Remember what I fucking said, slut. You can’t come unless I say so and you don’t deserve it after what you did.”

You were on the verge of losing the 3% of insanity left in you. You weren’t understanding your position right now. Yes, you loved the pain and the pleasure he gave but why did he do it right before dinner time? Tonight was supposed to be important but now you’re suddenly blamed for reasons you don’t know. So you spoke without caring about the consequences. You twisted onto your back to face his darkened blushed expression. Your wrists were hurt from the constraint. “W-why can’t I c-cum? I ne-never did a-anything!”

Wow, you finally yelled back. It took you long enough. But Jungkook, being stubborn and never wanting to back down, wanted to punish you. Unfortunately, his feelings for you were in the way and he had to let out his thoughts, or else, he was about to explode. “Because you let Seokjin fucking kiss you!” He spat out. “You don’t get to cum until you realize you don’t need him in your life!”

You blinked dumbly, taken aback. What the fuck was he talking about? Seokjin was your mentor, you needed him! Even after you finished your training, he was your mentor for all eternity. “Wh-what? I do need him! He can’t go away!” A bit of logic crept into your brain, trying to understand what Jungkook was getting at.

“Wrong answer, angel.”

Jungkook got off of the bed, pupils never leaving yours. Button by button, he unloosened his shirt, exposing his glistening tan skin and chocolate bar abs. Once he flicked it off of him, his sleeve tattoos were fully visible. He unzipped his pants, freeing him from the clothing. The outline of his hardened girthy dick and the wet spot on his boxers was clearly shown and it made your mouth water. Damn, this human was so defined. You wanted to throw up at how sexy he was.

He cupped himself to relieve some discomfort he went through. He bit his lips while staring into your gleaming pupils, so clueless about how he truly felt yet you still managed to bewitch him regardless. He removed the last article on him, now bare with his curved cock bouncing from his movements. He played with his lip ring, smirking at how you got unconsciously rubbed your thighs together as he played with himself. “What do you want?”

You gulped, “I-I-I want you, sir.”

Jungkook snorted haughtily, “Yeah, right. Go to Seokjin, maybe he’ll give you the half-ass orgasm that you deserved.”

You furrowed your eyebrows again. What the fuck does Seokjin have to do with all of this? You would never let him touch you the way Jungkook does. Why does he sound like he has so much hatred for your mentor? They fucking met an hour ago.

You shook your head naively, “No, I want you, Jungkook. I always have.”

Your voice and words stabbed his heart. How could you even say that when you’re with Seokjin? Wait, hold on…are you cheating on the demon with him? Are you a cheater? But doesn’t Seokjin know that you’ve been fucking him? Maybe it was an open relationship? What the fuck was between you and Seokjin?

But Jungkook realized—he was only your task helper. Nothing more, nothing less. That was why Seokjin was okay with all of this. That was why you weren’t acknowledging what he did for you. It was mindless. You needed a human to help you with your training, and that was what you got.

Your relationship was nonexistent, and it ached Jungkook. Fuck, he can’t do this anymore. He couldn’t suppress it any longer. Demon or not, you were you and he was him. You were vulnerable and dense to everything, you almost killed him by accident every single time, but he loved it because you still had a good heart and you cared wholeheartedly. You were the literal perfect being in his life.

He was in love with you and there was no way of stopping him.

Was this how the hookups and flings felt? Because it was hurting him on the inside very deeply. This was probably karma.

“Jungkook?” You called out, snapping him out of his trance.

The human blinked a couple of times before acknowledging you again. You were naked, legs spread apart. Your perspired skin glowed under the warm light. Breasts were perky and nipples were pointed. Your arousal leaked down your perineum, even landing on your puckered anus.

He thought this was the last time that he would see you like this. He had to stop seeing you. It was no good for his human heart. He didn’t want to go through this unrequited love any longer. He had to give up immediately. Well…after he fucks you into oblivion as a last hoorah, then he’d give up.

Like a hyena attacking its prey, Jungkook was back in bed. He felt his emotions threatening to get to him through his tear ducts. He couldn’t do that right now, he had to suck it up and release all of it through fucking you. He blinked rapidly to keep his cool. His hands reached the back of your thighs, opening you up.

His eye contact was fierce, scrutinizing your soul. It made your demon heart skip a beat at how intense he looked at you. Without breaking, he took himself and positioned it to your slit. He didn’t ask if you were ready as he was already going in but slower than usual. Inch by inch, he disappeared in you and you mewled at the stretch of him. He pushed in once more until the head touched your tiny cervix, promptly making you go unhinged. 

You were drooling, getting the drug you finally wanted. You talked nonsensically as you bit down on your lower lips. You could practically cum, but you knew you couldn’t. How was it possible for a human dick to ruin your entire existence? That, you don’t know but you weren’t complaining.

All you could think about was Jungkook, his body, his cock, his personality, his soul. Jungkook, Jungkook, Jungkook, Jungkook. It was all about him.

He didn’t ask to move; he just did. Knowing you, you also wanted him to start now. However, he wanted to make this last as long as he could. But he felt too stimulated he thought he was going to burst in you once he filled you up. The love he had for you overpowered his control, his dominance. His pace was different, it was slower yet way harder than usual.

Each thrust made you squirm under him. You looked so pretty, cross-eyed, with hair sticking on your forehead, and trying to escape your confinement. You pleaded to get out of it by weeping high-pitched noises. You badly wanted to touch him, hold him. “Pweesh, t-t-toush you!” You yanked on the belt, attempting anything. You were numb on your wrists, only sensing the cock pounding you like there was no tomorrow. “Toush you!”

Jungkook refused for him to touch you because it will only break him into a million pieces. If you laid a hand on him, he wouldn’t want to let go of you. But he was selfish, so so so selfish. He needed this way more than you did. It was for his one last time and his everlasting memory. 

Without contemplating any longer, he penetrated deeper into you. With one hand on your hips for stability, he untied your wrists. When you were free, the weight of your hands felt heavier as they bounced onto the wrinkled covers. They were much more tired than expected but Jungkook took your wrists with his hand to examine the marks that formed around them, noticing the red and purple sores.

He held them to his lips and pecked endless kisses like it was medicine to the pain. It was sort of like that because they weren’t as delicate as they appeared. His tongue lapped around the bruises. Your hands were lighter than before, allowing you to wrap them around his nape. You caught him by surprise as his big bunny eyes widened.

You pulled him near you, your noses meeting. Your lips were swollen and red, relentless moans escaped your mouth. You ran your fingers into his damp raven hair, securing hold onto him. You had no brain anymore, no thinks, no words. You lived and breathe to obey him. You were now and always will be Jungkook’s pocketpussy.

You stretched your head, puckering your lips to finally meet his, also shocking him and his brain. His heart thumped faster than normal, especially when you swiped your tongue over his teeth. The kiss grew messier, slobbering around the rims of your mouths and exchanging and swallowing each other’s spit. 

Jungkook stopped tonguing you but his mouth was still on yours. “Say you’re mine. I wanna hear you say it.” He grunted. His long cock dragged in your battered pussy. “Fucking say it!”

“Y-yours, sir! I yours!”

“No, say my name right now!” Jungkook commanded. Even though he loved his sir kink, he needed to hear his name out of your mouth. “Whose are you?”

“I’m yours, Jungkook!”

“That’s right. Fucking slutty demon creaming around my big cock, you better be.” His pace increased roughly, making the pressure in your abdomen come back again. Your walls ached in hopes that you weren’t going to be rid of another orgasm. The connectedness between you two sounded sticky and wet as his dick collected the ring of foaming white from you. 

“I am—hunghhh! I-I-I’ll always be.” You truthfully said, but Jungkook didn’t believe you. You were drunk in carnality. 

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep.” There was envy and wrath in his voice but it was to cover his frail judgments. “You take what you fucking get.”

“But mo’! More! Mo’!” You begged brainlessly, wrapping your legs around his waist. “Pweesh, sir!”

“I must have fucking spoiled you. Begging for more that you can’t even handle, slut! Bad demon!” He ridiculed you, but you loved it so much. Your weakened succubus mind loved his cruel insults.

“I not bad!!!” You sobbed, tears bubbling up around your eyes from the stimulation.

“Yes, you fucking are. Bad to me because I can’t get enough of you! Bad to my body, bad to my cock that only wants to be wrapped around this tight fucking pussy.” He impaled you rampantly, your cunt bawling at the crude action. “Bad! Bad! Bad! Bad!” With each thrust, he emphasized and then pinched your inflated clit in between his index finger and thumb. 

You screamed as you knew you couldn’t hold it in any longer. The knot in you played tug-o-war. Body vibrating endlessly like a cellular device’s alarm, you were about to die if you kept it in. “Cum! Cum! Cum!” You chanted, wishing he’d finally let you. “Cum! Cu—”

“Cum all over me, baby.”

Once he said those words, the sound that came out of you was neither inhumane nor demonic. Your eyes crossed, making you smell the twinkly little stars around. The warmth coursed through your blood while your brain melted into a puddle. You wailed, gasping for air, sounding like a dying pig that was about to turn into bacon. Body convulsed, shuttering every millisecond while helplessly holding onto the solid man above you. He guided you through your high, rocking into you. You clenched tightly around his flaming cock, making him whine that how he was getting closer to his high.

When you finally came, your tail swiveled out and up then sprinkled cum all over your bodies. Jungkook snatched your squirting appendage, causing you to yelp at the sensitivity. He pressed the tip of it into your slightly parted mouth. “Suck up your cum.” Moaning, you succumbed to his command and opened your mouth as he inserted your spewing heart-tailed end. With your tongue sticking out, you tried swallowing your non-stop cum, but it ended up splashing all over your fucked out face.

Jungkook leaned down and joined in on your slurping session. Both of your tongues glided up and down your gushing limb. He followed the pattern of your tail, shaping around smooth ripples. Your muscles met at the tip, drinking in your pool of essence. You were intoxicated and delirious with passion and overstimulation. Your skull was hollow as an abyss. Nothing from you made sense.

He parted away before gripping back onto your hips harshly and faster, causing you to purr. It was too much, but you sucked it up. His dick continued thrusting inside of you, but he was in shambles from also trying to chase his high. 

“Wanna get stuffed?” He grumbled. You could only nod, tongue lolling from side to side. “Get filled by my golden human cum.” You nodded needier. “Are you worthy of it? Are you worthy of me?”

You thought you said yes but gibberish came out instead. But it was his cue to finally cum too.

His head dropped to the crevice of your neck. He pumped into you once more before stilling himself. He whined in your ear, calling your name like a mantra. His trembling abdomen squeezed hard and his grasp on you tensed as he shot out ropes and ropes of sticky white in your battered cunt. He painted your inside, your exhausted body taking in the warmth.

Your eyes glowed scarlet again, absorbing his semen into your powers. Jungkook felt a slight tingle when you unknowingly took particles of his life force again, but he was used to it by now. It was going to come back to him anyways.

He delicately removed himself from you, but you still wailed. He peppered light kisses on your shoulder to ease you. He sat up, seeing how fucked out you looked with his cum spilling out of your wheezing hole. You looked so gorgeous like this and it was all because of him. Not Seokjin. Fucking him.

Fuck, Seokjin.

He didn’t want his cum to go to waste so he scooped the excess from the sheets and pushed it back into you. You let out a long moan, trying to push away his hand but you were too tired to. Once he was satisfied, he lay beside you, gazing at your blushing expression. You were panting heavily, as usual, never going to catch up with his energy. But you were so beautiful, it pained him. 

You turned your head, drooping eyes saw the sparkles in his. He was utterly out of this world. A star shining above the rest, yet he was next to you and you wouldn’t change it anywhere even if you were realms apart.

Your shaking hand engulfed his cheek, your thumb rubbing his sweaty skin. You closed your eyes and moved towards him to close the gap, but you suddenly felt him pull away. Your eyelids snapped open when you saw him staggering out of bed.

“I-I-I have to get out of here.” He announced, rushingly scanning the room for his clothes. He had to leave now or else he was never backing out.

Though you were in a disoriented daze from post-coital, him saying he had to leave triggered your senses. You jolted up, watching him collect his garments. You never saw him this frazzled or in a hurry before. Every time you had sex, he enjoyed cuddling with you or keeping you in his arms. You were baffled and actually peeved off he was acting like this and he wasn’t telling you why.

“Koo, what’s going on?” You questioned, but you grimaced at how groggy your voice was.

“Don’t you fucking Koo me!” He swore at you. Though Jungkook was vile in bed, he was never like that outside of it. This complete 185 frightened and sorrowed you. “You know what you fucking did.”

“No, I don’t.” You informed but it sounded like a question because you didn’t know what you did. Damn, did you fuck up on dinner or something? “Jungkook, why are you so heated? Right now, in bed, more heated than usual.”

His glare on you softened when he realized the dim-wittedness lurking in your pupils. Not a damn thing in you figured out what was going on. You still knew nothing. “Forget it. It’s nothing but I have to—”

"Okay, even I know that's a straight-up lie." You interrupted him, not buying anything he was saying. You wanted to understand his reasoning. He looked so angry and frustrated. Yet you weren’t, so you wanted to calm him down and be mindful of whatever you did to make him this upset. "Talk to me. I've been easygoing, haven't I?"

"No."

"What do you mean?" You pouted cutely, and it only angered him even more.

"You're so frustrating!" Jungkook groaned, then paced around the room with his flaccid dick swinging around like a pendulum. "You really have no sense of what's going on, do you?”

Okay, that offended you. You gasped, “Now you're sounding like Seokjin—“

"Oh, Seokjin now? Wow, me sounding like him. Pfft, you might as well go to him instead of getting someone like him."

“I am confusion!”

"You're confused? You're confusing me!!"

"Jungkook, what the fuck is going on? Be clear with me!” You probed for the last time, losing your unwavering patience. You stood up wobbly from the ruined mattress. Though your legs were practically falling apart, you stood your ground. “Do human men also have periods?"

He paused his steps and pivoted towards you. He encircled an arm around your stature, chests pressing each other. He kept your balance when he picked you up and rested his forehead on your shoulder. He needed to say it before he was free from you. "I love you, ___."

Your jaw dropped, stunning you with his confession. Sadly, for the both of you, you don’t react well so you said, ”Uhhh, excuse me?? What the actual fuck?"

He chuckled but there was so much sadness to it. He knew it was too good to be true. He lifted his head, then touched your forehead with his, smelling his warm garlic bread breath (when did he have garlic bread?), and graze your nose. "I said I love you…and I'm embarrassed and miserable because you're with Seokjin."

You morphed a face of horror when he revealed that. “Huh? I’m not with Seokjin. Fuck that!" Never in your whole life would ever think to be with that conniving, irritating, egotistical, yet handsome incubus. You never had a level of attraction to Seokjin as opposed to Jungkook. 

Now Jungkook grew more puzzled. “Then what the fuck is he to you?"

"He's my mentor!! He guides me through and is in charge of my training. As a mentor, he is with me for all eternity!” You explained.“He's the one who wanted to meet with you. I thought I made that clear!"

"No, you didn't!"

"Oh."

You were flabbergasted, you assumed you told him everything about Seokjin. But when you thought about it a little longer, it seemed your explanations were empty and filled with avoidance. In your defense, you never wanted to think about your mentor, especially when you were with Jungkook.

“Yeah, he's touchy and affectionate with you, even calling you pet names. I assumed you were with him before meeting him too.” Jungkook was distraught, reminiscing about today’s incident in his mind. The way Seokjin held you, and talked to you, it all seemed so real. “Like why else did he kiss you and call you his play toy?”

"Because I like to fuck around!" Seokjin burst through the door unapologetically into the sexed-up scented room, hearing everything that was done and said. You both flinched from the sound, spotting the incubus appearing amused. At first response, Jungkook was quick to protect your body from being shown to another. You weren’t as alarmed. Seokjin saw you naked before due to a physical examination. You glanced blankly at your nosy mentor. "She’s my play toy as in I like to play around and mentally scar her.” Your mentor’s eyes wandered around the mess before landing on Jungkook’s bare ass. “I knew you loved her! Even the higher-ups could see it! You were just being stubborn and ___’s a fucking dumbass to see it!"

“So…Jungkook loves me?” You finally recognized his feelings towards you.

“Did he or I just fucking say that, you dipshit?” Seokjin complained, shaking his head at you.

"But you don't love me either way," Jungkook muttered, peering down at your toes.

"Who said I didn't love you?" You fussed rhetorically. You thought you pointed out your feelings towards him well. "That has to be clear!"

"No, you are immune to my affection. What the fuck?"

“This is spicy.” Seokjin’s commentary was made aware when you leered at him.

“Can you leave us alone?” You yelled. It wasn’t even a question. He needed to leave now.

“Fine, I’ll be right outside by the door.” Seokjin huffed before exiting the broken door and frame. Though he closed it completely shut, the entire door fell, breaking into shattered chunks of wood and leaving the incubus to hear anything you both said. 

"No, I'm sorry! I do love you!" You confessed, taking his large hands into yours. “I’ve always loved you!”

“Finally, fuck!” Seokjin cheered.

Jungkook’s pupils dilated. His heart palpitated faster at your declaration. Was he dreaming? “Stop, no. Really?" You nodded, smiling at his disbelief. “B-but how? You're a demon! I'm a human!"

"So? I love beyond what I am." You simply shrugged before resting your chin on his pectorals, your neck extended to see his face. "I'm also not the first succubus to love a human. Why else did I keep coming back to you?"

"For sex? To help with your training?"

"Well, yes…” He did say something matter-of-factly, so you couldn’t help but agree. But it made him deflate, and you realize it right away. “But also I love being with you because I'm in love with you, Koo!" You tried mending the damage. “I think I can remember my horns twitching during sex. If you thought of something you may like or want on me, I can automatically change it! That only happens when a succubus is in love!” You started saying all kinds of things that were truthful and how much you loved him. “I love spending time with you, I love your kisses, I love your cuddles, I love when you get nasty, and you have very nice penmanship too!”

Your continuous list made his inside warm and flutter like butterflies. He loved every bit of it. He finally glowed brightly with that bunny smile you adored. 

He clutched an arm over your waist before bending you backward and dipping down. “I’m in love with you too." Your noses touched and your lips were only centimeters away. "You've changed me. I don't know if it's because of your powers, or your charm, or your fucking obsession with granola, but I can't think of and refuse to be with anyone else but you, my beloved angel."

“Then please love me, Jungkook?” You asked oh so sweetly and lovingly, curling your lips with the bats you were getting in your tummy.

“Baby, that shouldn’t even be a question. I’ll always love you.” He chuckled before meshing your lips perfectly together. A kiss that was filled with so much love and devotion, neither of you wanted to let go. You were both fucking dumbasses who were in love with each other but had miscommunication to thicken the damn plot.

Fuck you, writer.

Jungkook pecked little kisses on your lips, cheeks, and forehead, making you giggle. He then pulled back and placed you back on your feet. “But you must take responsibility for turning me into a loser who giggles at your short text messages."

"That I will!" You jumped and clapped, beginning to float into the air. Your wings and tail danced happily. “I’m glad to have had you as my first task!" You smooched Jungkook’s cheek, hugging his muscular form.

"You were bitching at me about him!" Seokjin came back into the room with his arms folded into his chest.

Not bothered by your mentor’s interruptions, you rolled your eyes and whined, ”That was beforehand! I didn't know him!"

"Yeah, whatever. So are you all good and together I assume?" Seokjin grinned with the “okay” sign before reaching Jungkook’s attention. "Don't worry, human. She was never my type—whiny and a pain in my gorgeous ass."

"Hey!" You fretted.

Jungkook focused on the sex demon. Maybe Seokjin wasn’t all bad. Though he did it in a fucked up way, the human comprehended how much Seokjin did care for you and he assumed himself too since your mentor helped your relationship finally blossom. He just didn’t like saying how much he cared outwardly. “We're good! Thank you, Seokjin. Sorry for punching you.”

“It’s fine. I felt like I was in a drama and I was the antagonist though I like to consider the anti-hero in this fanfic.” Seokjin glanced at the reader through the screen. You and Jungkook stared at one another, not sure what Seokjin peeked at. "Well, anyways, everything will be fine. I’ll send a positive report to the higher-ups. But Jungkook, you must be okay with helping ___ with her tasks. Some are more far-fetched than others."

"It should be fine with me. We've been experimenting plenty in our love life." He glimpsed at you rubbing your cheek onto his chest, even inhaling his musk. He kissed the top of your head with satisfaction.

Seokjin hummed in response, knowing what he would say may be bad news to the human “However, I did notice the uncompleted tasks that require a bit…more."

"Like what?"

"A threesome, and considering your jealous dick, you wouldn't like that." The incubus informed, making Jungkook’s smile fade.

You halted your cheek rubbing to stare at your official boyfriend miserable at the discovery. “Jungkook, please! I need this for my training." You begged, intertwining your hands together in front of you. "It won't mean anything, I swear!"

Though he understood it was part of your school, he was still wary. ”Does it have to be human?"

"Not necessarily. Just more of a being." Seokjin answered, watching the situation go slightly bad for the human. "But at least one of you has to be a human, which is you."

“Fine.” Jungkook sighed, pessimistically giving in. But your animated cheers put the grin back on him. “So I'm not letting any of my frat brothers near you like that. Do you have any potentials, my love?

"Hmmm, not really.” You replied, tippy-toeing to kiss his cheek. “Many demons try not to perform sexual activities with each other—wait! I do know one!"

"Who is it?" Your boyfriend cocked an eyebrow.

"He's a warlock from Wennale, the witch realm! He goes by Taehyung!"

"Ahh, yes. Taehyung! Gotta love him, so nice and real talker." Seokjin had a hand over his demon hard with the cheesiest yet wicked grin plastered over his beautiful damn face. "Saw him a few times with little one. Real deal if you ask me.“ He directed it towards Jungkook.

"I'm sorry, what?" Your boyfriend asked monotonously.

"It was nothing serious!” You waved it off. “He did take my virginity, what humans call it, and we did see each other a few more after it. He was sweet, called me pretty, gave me flowers, even tied me up and fu—“

"NOPE! I WILL NOT LET YOU NEAR THAT FUCKING GUY."

A/N: The end…for now. AHAHAHA JK PLS that’s it for the couple as an actual fic. Maybe Drabbles who knows. But thank you for reading <3 Also yes, they were talking to seokjin naked ;-;

All rights reserved for ©️ icedmatchatae 2022 (｡●́‿●̀｡)

#jungkook x reader #jungkook x you #jungkook fanfic #jungkook smut #jungkook fluff #jeon jungkook #bts fanfic #bts fluff #bts x reader #bts smut #matcha masterlist

[halfetirosie]

Important info from the Desert of Dusk PV! (Part 2: Dante edition)

AKA the continuation of me losing my mind over this adorably cringefail KING

(This post 'gon be LONG)

(For some reason this post wasn't showing up in the tags?? I messed around with it so hopefully it's fixed now??)

PFFFFFFFT HAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!! DAY-DRINKER DANTE STRIKES AGAIN!!!!

2. This dramatic entry KILLS ME!!!!! XD Dude, you know Dante thinks he's being SO COOL here too, I CANNOT--

3. And then we get the devs once again validating me with the zoom-in on his legs!!!!

(*Cut to: me, tripping and falling flat on my face cuz I was too busy staring*)

Nah, you know what? Lemme just rant about this for a sec; in so many posts and (much moreso) fanfics, I've seen people poking fun at Dante's figure, saying he has no meat on his bones and he doesn't have an ass, and I'm like?????? His body is beautiful tho, the hell?????

I know they're saying it in good fun and because teasing Dante is basically a rite of passage, but how can they NOT see the charm here--especially THOSE LEGS, HOT DAMN!!!! Just because his beefiness is not the fluffy-beefiness of Olivine and Edmond doesn't mean he ain't still tasty....

Okay, rant over, moving on!

4. I AM PUMPED FOR THE INCOMING LORE ABOUT THE TRIAL DANTE WENT THROUGH AND GETTING HIS TATTOOS

I feel like this event has a lot of potential for Dante to work through his past fire-spirit-related trauma

5. BOOB GRAB!!! and also LET'S APPRECIATE HOW PRETTY DANTE'S HAND IS!!!!!! FUCK!!!!!!

and last but certainly not least:

6. LOOK AT HIM!!!! ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

PONYTAIL DANTE:

YOU GET THE BENEFITS OF A CUTE-ASS HAIRSTYLE PLUS UNLIMITED ACCESS TO HIS FUCKING BEAUTIFUL EYES AND HANDSOME FACE

PURCHASE YOUR PONYTAIL DANTE TODAY!!!!

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

#nu carnival #nu: carnival #nu carnival dante #he is so silly yet so hot

[randomblog444]

Hickeys

Dean Winchester x reader, smut minors dni!!

Tw: porn with no plot, oral (m receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), reader is 18+, alcohol consumption, slight praising, not proofread

This is my first time writing smut so please tell me how you liked it so I can improve!

It was a usual Friday evening for you, mixing cocktails behind the bar that was your second home. Serving drinks to already drunk men and then having them flirt with you. It is disgusting, and you know it, but you really are in need of the money. The only benefit it has, is that the men who already drank away most of their sanity, leave pretty good tips.

The door opens and a man steps in, you haven’t seen him before. Normally the customers are people who come in pretty often, but you are sure, that you would recognize those pretty eyes, if you would’ve seen them before. He walks over and takes the open seat next to your usual customer. Wasting no time to get to know the handsome stranger, you make your way over to him.

„Hey, what can I get for you?“ ripping him out of his thoughts. He flashes you a beautiful smile, looking deep into your eyes. „I think I’ll start with a beer and then see where the evening takes me“ he says with his deep voice. You hand him a beer with a smile and then walk over to a new customer that just entered. Meanwhile his eyes never left you, he could swear, you were mesmerizing.

Not long after, your shift was over, your coworker taking over. For some reasons you don’t wanna leave yet, maybe it is the longing stare of the handsome stranger, maybe it’s your thirst for some alcohol. Whatever it is, you decide to stay a little longer, pouring yourself a shot. You sneak a look over to the direction of the man and after a little time you decide to pour a second one. Downing your shot you go over to him and hand him the other shot you just poured.

„Here, this one is on the house“ you say. He takes the glass and drinks it, wasting no time. „My name is Dean“ he tells you and you swear his voice is laced with honey. „Y/n“ you answer reaching out your hand, he takes it in his. You decide to sit down next to him and talk a little.

A few shots later you find yourself behind the building making out to him. Usually you aren’t one, for making out with strangers, but something about him makes your knees feel weak. The way his tongue moves against yours makes you feel like you’re in heaven. His hands exploring your body, sliding up your shirt.

„Maybe we should take this somewhere more private?“ he moans out in between kisses, you let go and nod at him. He pulls your hand and Leads you towards a black Impala in the parking lot. By now it was already pretty late, most of the other customers already on their way home, only one other car standing in front of the bar. As soon as the door of his vehicle closes, you push your lips back onto his.

„Eager much, aren’t we?“ he asks before kissing you back. You don’t answer just letting your hands roam his body, sliding down his toned stomach down to his pants. Your hands find his erection pretty soon, him letting out a deep moan. Slightly laughing at his reaction you squeeze a little, feeling him throb against you. His hands move up and around your neck pulling you away from his lips.

„Don‘t be a brat, you better get to work, or else I won’t let you cum“ he says, squeezing you a little. You can’t help but get even more turned on by his words, sending shivers right between your thighs. He lets go of you and you slide down a little in your seat, your face lining up with his crotch. You open his pants and try to pull them down with his help. Your hands slipping in his pants, slipping out his already hardened cock. Wrapping you delicate hands around his shaft to pumping up and down a little. His head falls back a little as he lets out a moan.

Not wanting to waste more time, you put your lips around his cock, swirling your tongue around his tip. His hand finds the back of your head, slowly pushing you further down his length. You let out a muffled moan as his tip nudges against the back of your throat. Dean feels like he is in heaven, feeling you mouth slide up and down his cock. „Fuck Baby, you‘re too good at this“ his words sending tingles right between your legs.

With one rough tug on your hair he pulls you off his Member and smashes his lips back on yours. Back on his lap you start to grind on his big cock, moaning in his mouth. He lets out a soft chuckle at your desperate attempt to get some relief. „What is so funny“ you say pulling away from his lips. His emerald green eyes find yours and for some reason you can’t pull away. Your lips part again to let out a moan as you feel his hand slip under your skirt and rubbing over your clothed heat, a wet patch already forming on your lace panties. „Nothing, just like the way you sound, I wonder what noise you make while I fuck into you“ he says into your ear.

„Why don‘t you just find out“ you say in between your moans. As your word hit his ears, he tugs off your panties as fast as possible, his mouth latching against your neck. The cold air hits the wetness between your legs and you let out a shiver. He pulls back once again to tug at your shirt, signaling to you to take it off. You help him pulling your shirt over your head, exposing your breast at him. His eyes never leaving your chest as he starts to slip his fingers between your folds, collecting some of your wetness that has formed.

His touch not being enough you let out a whimper, which causes his eyes to snap back at your face. „What’s wrong sweetheart? You already have enough?“ he lets out in a teasing tone. He knows what you want, but he wants you to beg for it. „Dean please, just fuck me“ you whine out grinding on his fingers between your folds. „Good Girl“ he purrs out as he pulls his fingers away and spreads your wetness over his length.

Being impatient, you grab his cock and line it up with your hole. You can’t remember the last time you wanted to be fucked this bad. Slowly putting his cock inside, you let out a long moan, his member fitting perfectly inside of you. His hands find your hips, steadying you on his lap. You need some time to get used to his cock inside of you, but soon you slowly start to rock back and forth on his length.

His grip tightens on your hips, meanwhile his lips find your chest nibbling and sucking at your boobs. Your moans being music in your ears, he grunts against your skin. The movement of his lips on your skin sends a shiver down your spine, causing you to tighten around him. He starts to thrust upwards, meeting your hips creating a steady rhythm. You feel his tip deep inside of you, hitting all the right spots.

The windows start to fog up and the rocking of the car definetly let everyone around know what is going on inside. But neither of you could care more, to engulfed of having each other so close. „Dean, you’re so fucking big“ you say, filling his ego even more. Suddenly he he lifts you up a little and flips you over, so you’re under him. His lips smash back onto yours as he starts to rock harder into your core. Some of your moans are muffled by his mouth but as he bends your knees up to your chest, you let out a loud scream. Somehow he manages to get even deeper into you and you can’t help but get lost in the feeling of him fucking into you hard. His cock hitting your g-spot with every thrust. The unfamiliar feeling starting to build into your core, as his thrust start to get harder.

„I am so close Dean“ you manage to get out of you in between your moans. His fingers slide down to your clit hearing your words, circling around it slowly bringing you closer to your orgasm. „Let go baby, come for me“ he says grunting against your neck. His words push you over the edge, finally hitting that hard orgasm. You scream out his name, scratching down his back as you begin to see stars. He feels his orgasm too, pulling out of you and rubbing his cock on your belly.

You feel his hot cum on your stomach as he finishes on you with a moan. He collapses down on your chest, both of you still breathing hard. „We definetly have to do that again“ he says against your chest. You let out a laugh of agreement, while he slowly gets up looking at you below him. Your upper body painted with red hickeys and his cum. He helps you clean off and get dressed. You turn around to grab your panties only to see him putting them into his back pocket. „I just want to remember you“ he says as he catches you staring.

After exchanging phone numbers and a few more kisses you get out of his car and walk over to yours. You can still feel some of the wetness trickle down your legs thinking about the time you spend with the handsome man. A honk takes you out of your thoughts and you look back only to see him with his window rolled down. „You better cover up for work tomorrow, or everyone will know what you’ve been up to“ he shouts over to you, pointing at your hickey littered neck. „Oh Shut up“ you tell him while you share a laugh. You decide to flash your boobs to him one last time and wink at him before getting in your car and driving off. This way definetly not the last time you would spend some time with him.

#fanfic #Supernatural #supernatural dean #Dean Winchester #Dean Winchester ff #dean Winchester smut #Dean Winchester x reader #Dean winchester fanfic #smut #supernatural ff #Supernatural smut #supernatural x reader #supernatural fanfic #fanfic smut #ff smut #smut Dean Winchester

[multiplicationdivision]

Telophase

There were six injections required to complete a full mitosis.

Dean hadn’t been able to finish it all, as had his coworker, Rhett. The money his old boss had had dried up and that final essential injection had been forgotten. It left them stuck in just before full completion, sharing their bodies from the shoulders down with a brand new twin.

Dean and Rhett had been only convinced to even try it based on budget concerns. The past asshole had said duplicating his best workers would be better than trying to hire on more untrained trade school grads. He’d promised it would be easy. He’d pointed at his first batch of duplicated workers and had them extol its virtues. The Pats were a crew in of themselves, every happy to show off the benefits of triplicating your best worker.

Dean and Rhett had wanted to be Pat, to some degree.

The Deans were taking their troubles as they came. They were happy to get the process over with after the first day of sharing the body, but that was a dream long gone. They were less receptive towards a mirror self than Pat, butting heads (literally), from the start.

Even if they tried to finish it now, they had waited too long. It would just end in two Deans both with two heads.

Rhett had taught them how to deal. The man preferred the singular, considering his two heads a asynchronous whole. He flexed on them, acting as if he was built to deal with this shit with his two calmly handsome faces.

Dean had been nervous to masturbate with the other man sharing his dick. They had been awkward just pissing through the thing, barely getting over that even after weeks of their new existence. They hadn’t liked addressing their new state of being, one Dean primarily taking over as the other tried to fade into the background. It left the Deans tense and angry, left to whatever release wet dreams gave.

Rhett had convinced him to try it.

It was like having sex with a boyfriend for the first time. Either Dean unsure of what they wanted the other to do, despite years of knowledge on what they wanted. They had barely talked to each other despite weeks of sharing a body and negotiation was even more painful to overcome.

They’d gotten over it.

Masturbating with a shared body was better than the lonely shit they’d done before. Dean could relax as his twin took over their dominant hand, feeling the familiar rhythm that they’d done since they were teens. They’d diverged enough for it to be off though, just a little bit out of sync with what Dean expected. Just a little unpredictable.

Two brains pumping arousal into the same dick also helped a bit. Dean hadn’t even known he could get this hard, but his body continued to seem to find the blood to make it longer and longer. He didn’t even need to watch porn these days, both of his heads fixated on how long they could get their dick.

It was hard not to like your other self after sharing that every night. It helped them share everything else. Their favorite hat, who got to eat most of their dinner, who got to be the one with a cigarette or joint in their mouth.

Who got to suck Rhett’s dick after work.

Dean was still going to bash in his old boss’s head when he finally saw him again, but he was coming around to the idea of doing so as a team.

#copy #identical #clones #male tf #multi-head #multiple selves #male transformation #my writing #duplication

[latimeria-fell-from-heaven]

okay but imagine silverash + size difference kink. hypergryph let me sit on that giant man’s lap please

lati — AISNLACABC NONNIE HELP, AT FIRST I THOUGHT YOU WERE MAKING A KINKTOBER REQUEST AND I GOT SO HYPED UP BUT THEN I REALIZED SIZE DIFFERENCE IS ALREADY TAKEN BY VENTI AKSCNBC-

wc — 1424

" (Name), look at me." No way, if you look at him now, you'll absolutely short-circuit whatever's left of your brain. And you need your brain; you're the Doctor dammit, you can't afford to lose whatever brain cells you have left. And—

You flinch when Silverash suddenly prys away your arms from your head, forcing you to look at him in all his handsome glory. The fluffy ears atop his head flicker and straighten up, as if honing in on a hidden treasure calling out. He seems to shiver at the sight of your flushed, panting face, and you feel something hard rub up against your thigh.

"(Name)." Silverash says your name with such burning fervor that you can almost feel the imaginary flames licking across your skin. He says it as if convincing himself that this is real, you're under him, this is happening. This is not one of his many filthy fantasies or dirty dreams that leave his pants a bit too tight.

He's really about to fuck you.

How did it come to this? How did you end up tangled in your sheets with Silverash himself, spreading your legs apart and pumping his big cock against your lower belly? He looked too eager, too much like a predator about to sink his fangs into his helpless prey. And to add to the pile, why were you letting him do it?

You were supposed to be reviewing the most recent documents concerning a batch of pharmaceuticals to Karlan Trade that required your attention. Nothing too serious, just the usual reports of the amounts of packaging and shipments that Silverash had insisted on discussing with you, for whatever reason.

He'd always done that ever since he came to Rhodes Island, and it had warranted a visit from Dr. Kal'tsit and Amiya who'd warned you of the chairman's motives. The former especially, seeing as how she was so openly opposed to trying to make any further contact with him. Then again, you were quite interested in what benefits Silverash could bring to your company, so you'd ignored their concerns and welcomed him with open arms.

But you didn't think that one of those benefits would be him towering over you in all your naked glory, about to push his impossibly big cock into your hole.

You're shivering like an operator on their very first mission, panting so much that Silverash considers kissing you and swallowing up your breath to calm you down. A part of him wonders if you might be a virgin, since you look downright fearful at the sight of his erection. It makes sense, since you looked so worried andー

" -an't, s'too big.. i-it won't fit!"

Ah, so that's what you were so worried about. How cute.

" Shh, it's okay, it'll fit, it'll fit." He'll make it fit, even if he has to reshape your insides to do it. Enciodes may be a patient man, yes, but that doesn't mean he can't be greedy and utterly ravenous now and then. Though he'll do his best to keep his selfishness at bay for now. He wouldn't want to scare you off, now would he?

Just like the man himself, his cock is sturdy and thick, with a flushed pink tip drooling excessive amounts of pre-cum. It's twitching so much, shaking with so much arousal that you're impressed by how much patience he truly has. And you're sure that you can see barbs at the base of the length. You audibly gulp as your heartbeat pounds hard at the back of your throat. Th-they won't scrape your insides, will they?

If you weren't so frazzled and, frankly, scared out of your wits, you'd have begged him to shove it and fuck you like a whore. You may be inexperienced, yes, but you're no sweet little angel.

"Then," your brows furrow as Silverash leans above you until his forehead is flush against yours and so close that you might faint. " Just look at me. Don't look anywhere else, just focus on me, (name)."

He's doing it again, that shiver that rakes his body every time he says your name. You wonder how long he must have been waiting for this to happen for him to have such a flushed reaction. The thought makes your thighs clench up, and before your mind becomes any hazier, you call out.

"Silve-"

" Enciodes." he smiles at that adorably confused expression of yours as he whispers his first and true name. "Call me by my name. I'm sure we're far past formalities at this point."

You stay quiet for a moment, before nodding slowly, your head feeling more light at time flows on. You can't lie, you've always found Silverash to be quite attractive and desirable. And he was so much bigger than you, towering over you with muscles that must have taken years to achieve, only added to your burning desire.

The idea of this intimidating and imposing man using your small body, however he wished, was something that had been plastered into your mind.

" A-alright," you quickly snake your arms around his neck before you have time to think and regret it. " You can put in now.."

" Is that an order, Doctor?" The use of your title, here and now, leaves you feeling blindsided. He's smirking at your embarrassed expression.

" God, yes." You wheeze, an annoyed expression on your face though you feel anything but. " Shove it in before I change my mind."

" As you wish, (name)." He presses a kiss to the bridge of your nose before he moves his lower half forward.

You suck in a shaky breath as the thick head burrows into your hole, stretching you open far wider than you had anticipated. The rest of his length soon follows, inching in with precise patience. Silverash whispers sweet nothings, reminding you to breathe and focus on him, and only him.

You can feel each and every push and pulse of his cock inside your walls as he inches his way inside. The sting reminds you just how damn big he is, and you wonder if he really will fit all of his cock inside.

He's practically crushing you at this point, his body so pressed up to yours that your bodies might really become one. He's so big, so overwhelming right now, but it feels so good. Enciodes Silverash might really envelop you and all that you are, and you don't even care.

And through it all, you keep your focus on him, moaning his name as his hips finally press up against yours.

" O-oh god, i.. it's in. I.. I think I'm gonna burst.."

" Shh, you did well, (name)." Enciodes pulls away from your, admittedly tight grasp, to admire his handiwork. And he must say, he's rather proud of himself. You're a wreck, drooling and sobbing with the entirety of his cock nestled perfectly snug inside your walls. It's cute, really.

Well, Enciodes always thought you were quite cute before this, but he must say, you look cuter plugged up with his cock. He might really become a sex-addicted maniac if this is how he feels each time he'll get to fuck you. No way that this will be a one time happening; Enciodes will make sure of it. He'll leave you wanting more and craving him, just as he craves you.

" E-enci-"

" I'm here, I'm here. Just keep looking at me. Keep calling my name, darling." Enciodes' crescent-like smile only grows wider as you comply, oh so perfectly. You chant and mumble his name through the burning pleasure, softly at first but soon more blatant, as he still hadn't bent down and stayed close to you. In due time, he just needed to savor this.

He's wanted this for so long; to truly and finally have you and not just wisps of intoxicating fantasies and dreams that only leave him wanting for more. To know what your affectionate smiles looked like, what your soft kisses felt like against his lips, and now, how good your body felt enveloped around him. He wasn't one to waste such a bountiful opportunity; now he could finally claim your heart and body.

" Now then, shall we continue? I may be a patient man but," Enciodes rasps, finally feeling the effects hitting him like a train and battering his senses. Every last one is assaulted with nothing but you, overwhelming and possessing him to have his fill of you until he's finally claimed you as his.

" I can't wait to see how you look screaming my name."

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Finally, after what seems like forever, the main event begins. Your eardrums are blasted out by what must be at least two full minutes of young girls shrieking at the top of their lungs. Rightly so, you think as you watch the tall drink of water that is Elvis Presley strut onto the stage. You are blessing your lucky stars above for the divorce settlement because you are so close, you can see just how deliciously handsome the man is in person.

And, boy, is he.

Even having seen his perfect visage in movies on the big screen truly did not hold a candle to the broad-shouldered man in the glittering gold jacket standing on the stage before you. There is almost an innocence and perhaps even a nervousness in his deep-set dreamy blues. His dark hair is coiffed just perfectly and you watch his leg jiggle as he takes the microphone. A wave of heat rolls over you, flushing you from head to toe, and it has nothing whatsoever to do with the temperature in the arena.

There is a boyish playfulness to him you do not expect of the seasoned 26-year-old entertainer. He is indelibly charming and likable, not afraid to laugh at himself or the insanity of the crowd around him, but it’s not in a disparaging way. It’s more like he still can’t quite believe it’s all for him.

The reason he’s always fascinated you becomes obvious now that he’s right in front of you. He is a walking contradiction—delicate feminine features in a sharp masculine package, a deep low drawl coupled with a light warbling tenor. Singing lyrics that make you think the dirtiest things and then he turns around and does a spiritual. You have whiplash in the very best way.

You’re so distracted by his essence and the hypnotizing way he’s working the crowd that you almost forget about your sign. When One Night croons out of him with the promise of his “sweet helping hand,” a fire lights under you and you fumble around at your feet and flip the sign up for him to see.

Come on, come on, come on, you think, tapping your foot. Look over here.

At this point you will accept anything from the singer—a wink would suffice. Anything to let you know that you’re not just a washed-up divorcee who’s too old or ugly to find happiness with anyone else. Even if that happiness is just for one night because of one small moment, it’ll be worth it.

He’s so consumed by the song, his eyes closing and the rhythm pumping through his whole body, that you’re not sure he’ll see you. Your fingers grip the sign anxiously. You’d rather not have to hold it up for the rest of the concert, and you are kicking yourself for not remembering earlier, but you’ll do what you’ll have to do.

The end of the song comes, to which he adds a toe-curling groan, and when he opens his eyes, they land on you. A bolt of lightning strikes inside you, filling your veins with a scorching desire at the way those pretty eyes fall on your sign. You wait with bated breath as he reads each word silently, “Am I too old for you?” He gives you a quick cursory glance and then starts to walk away.

“Thank you,” he says to the crowd as screams fill the arena. The opening chords of Are You Lonesome Tonight start to play.

Fitting song choice, you think a little bitterly. Well, at least he saw me.

You find yourself fighting back tears, the split-second moment feeling anticlimactic and dissatisfying. A bit of a punch to the gut, really. It’s the dismissal that really stings, though your logical brain tells you he’s concentrating on his work and your sign is likely no more than a short distraction.

Suddenly, Elvis stops. He turns back towards you and steps in your direction. Your breath catches in your throat when he points at you. It is as if his finger is connected to you by an invisible string, and you find yourself sitting up taller and leaning forward on the edge of your seat. Then, he tilts the microphone away for a moment, his infamous lip curling up into a delicious boyish smile.

“Never,” he says, looking you straight in the eyes.

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At His Service

Chapter 2

Summary: Violet Langdon applies for a assistant/secretary job to a highly known CEO James Barnes. He's rich, tall, handsome and intimidating. To everyone, he's a wealthy man who will sleep with anyone that catches his eye. But when he takes a liking to Violet, she uncovers a darker and dominant side to him she never heard of and enters a new world.

Warnings: BDSM, Bondage, Dom/Sub, Sex Club, Punishment, Sex, Degradation, Corporal Punishment, Power Play, Slave/Master, Rules, Control

Violet hurried to finish the final touches on her hair, debating whether to change from its beachy wave to a straighter look but there wasn’t enough time now. If she didn’t leave now, she’d be late for her interview and there’s nothing worse than turning up late. She shut off all the lights, packing the last things in her bag and slipping on her black blazer. She went for a smart casual look consisting off some smart skinny trousers, a white blouse and black blazer with black pumps. She was already nervous as it is and worrying about her hair made her even more nervous.

‘They’re not going to hire you based on your hair’ her mind spoke to her, and she agreed. They would hire her based on her ability to do the job and her level of experience. She had experience with PA and secretary work as she previously worked for a private business company. Her boss Mr Thatcher was the nicest person she ever worked for. He was always so kind to her, appreciated her work and gave her many benefits and perks whilst working for him. Although it all came to an end when he retired and sold his business to a younger and less appreciative man. He was demanding, rude and quite frankly spoiled. Violet couldn’t continue to work for him and so she knew she had to look elsewhere.

She had spotted the advert for a new secretary position for a CEO, James Barnes. He owns a law firm corporation with firms all over the New York and America. He’s known for one of the biggest companies in New York. He wasn’t so much a celebrity, but he was famous and rich. The word CEO scared her just by reading it but when she read further into it, the pay was better and right now her financial situation wasn’t the best. Living in a small apartment with her roommate Shelly, the two of them were just getting by with rent and bills. Violet rarely got to spend her money on herself. It certainly was going to be a step up if she got the job but it’s what she needed. She hoped he wasn’t going to be like her previous boss, obnoxious, needy, rude.

With a final spritz of some perfume, she grabbed her bag and hastily left her apartment, quickly walking down to her car old VW polo sitting in the car park, scratches and dents covering the poor thing. She’s surprised it’s still running. It’s been her car ever since she started driving and she wouldn’t give it up for the world. She wasn’t about fancy cars, as long as it got her from A to B then she was happy.

The streets of New York were busy as they would be for a Monday afternoon. Her interview was in central Manhattan, the big leagues. As she neared the building, her stomach began to tighten into a tight knot, and she felt almost sick, but she knew that was to do with her nerves. She already ate a big lunch. It would be so embarrassing if her stomach rumbled in the interview.

Violet pulled up to the tall building, all glass and mirrors and concrete steps leading to the front revolving doors. It certainly was a masterpiece in itself. She couldn’t help but gaze up in awe at the sheer size of the building and she swallowed a hard lump in the back, making her way to the doors. The gold plaque on the front with engravings read the name of the company, Barnes & Co. Men in suits and woman in pencil skirts and female suits walked past her, their eyes focused on their own destination and not herself as if she was invisible. Heels and dress shoes clicked on the black tiled floor, echoing in the background as she walked to the front desk.

A friendly woman sat at the desk with a black headset on, typing at her computer as she served someone over her headset. Her hair was neatly done in an updo, and she wore a smart suit. Violet waited until she finished with her call, ending with a smile and turned her attention to her.

“Hi there, how can I help?” she said sweetly, her bright white teeth contrasting to her red lips.

“Hi, I’m Violet Langdon, I’m here for an interview for the secretary position” she said softly, and the woman searched her computer, nodding in agreement.

“Ahh yes, 12:45 with Miss Smith, take the elevator to the top floor, she’ll be waiting for you there” she advised. Violet looked a little confused but went on ahead anyway. It sounded as if she was having an interview with someone else and she expected it to be with James himself but nonetheless, she’d find out. Even the elevator itself was of high quality. The buttons platinum silver with green lights around them signalling which floor she’d arrive at, a polished mirror behind her to allow her to give a final check of herself and light music playing in the background to ease her nerves. But that’s what being a CEO is about, high buildings and flashy exteriors. This James Barnes certainly knows how to spend his money.

The elevator pinged as she reached the top floor. It opened at a hallway leading to a small reception area. The carpet was cream and without a spill or mark on it. The walls were a dark grey with the words Barnes & Co written and Violet wondered if that was on every floor. It was clean and quiet with the faint chatter and ringing of phones getting louder as she passed offices with clear doors. The offices were huge themselves with fancy desks and bookshelves and large windows covering the whole wall to look out into the streets of New York.

It was an upgrade from her previous position, working in a small building with two stories, a desk that had an old computer and a crappy printer that jammed every time you printed something. Violet felt a little overwhelmed but carried on. Finally, she reached a desk with a woman stood behind it. she was dressed smartly in a black suit with a crisp shirt underneath, her hair down and straight and a light layer of eye makeup and gloss on her lips. She looked up from her long lashes and gave a big smile as Violet reached her desk.

“Hi, you must be Violet, I’m Anne Smith” she held her hand out over the desk to shake and Violet shook it.

“Nice to meet you, I’m here for an interview for the secretary position” she said, shyly brushing a piece of hair behind her ear. Anne filled with some papers and gathered a manila folder scooping it under her arm.

“Yes, I got your application, if you ready we can get started now” she said cheerfully, and Violet nodded. better to get this over and done with rather than dwell. But still Violet was confused. Surely Mr Barnes would be interviewing her.

“I’m Mr Barnes Chief Operations Officer, he’s currently at a work lunch meeting so advised me to hold the interview” Anne explained as spun around her desk, leading Violet to an empty office. It smelled fresh of sandalwood and there wasn’t an inch of dust anywhere. Violet wondered if she’d be working in one of these offices or someone else, more closely to Mr Barnes. She was a little relieved that he wasn’t going to be holding the interview however that only meant prolonging the inevitable of meeting him.

“Please, have a seat, did you want some tea, coffee, water?” she offered as she sat in one of the plush chairs away from the desk, crossing her long leg over the other and revealing and pointed tip heel. Violet politely declined and settled in the chair beside her, folding her hands in her lap and waited anxiously.

“I’m okay thank you, these offices are so nice” she commented, looking around the one they were situated in, and Anne chuckled lightly.

“Yes, Mr Barnes has an eye for décor. One thing I will say now is he likes cleanliness” something that Violet wasn’t. She wasn’t terrible in that she lived in a pig sty but one thing she was known for at her old job was her messy desk that by the end of the day did become clearer. Violet made a mental note of that so that if she did get the job that would be something she’d work on.

“Okay, so as you know the position is for secretary to Mr Barnes the CEO of Barnes & Co. I read your resume and I see you’ve had previous experience in that but what has brought you to us specifically?” Anne asked.

“Well, my last job was working for a small company, a private business and I really enjoyed it. My boss was amazing, and I learnt a lot from him but unfortunately things changed over, and I couldn’t continue to work there. Plus, the pay wasn’t the best. I saw this ad and I thought it would be a good chance to increase my skills and experience and take a step up to what I’ve been doing, plus to be honest as well the pay is better which I need”.

She wasn’t going to sound fake and put on this act that she’s wanted to work for Barnes & Co for her whole life, that not how she was taught when her parents brought her up. She was taught to be honest and true. Anne nodded and scribbled on a piece of paper as Violet answered.

“I understand, Mr Barnes does pay his secretary’s well and I certainly know what it’s like to need money. What qualities do you think you have that will contribute to our company and work?”.

“I’m organised (somewhat), I have typing skills, I’m professional and I strive to work hard” she said, and Anne smiled, noting this down.

Violet answered her questions confidently and had relaxed since the start of the interview. From Anne’s reactions, she seemed pleased with her answers and when she wrote the final comment down, she took a deep breath and looked up at Violet.

“Well thank you for coming in today, Violet. Looking at your answers and from sitting here talking to you, I have no doubt you would be an excellent secretary for Mr Barnes. Normally I would pass this on to him and he would decide to give you the job but he assured me if I thought you were capable enough and right for the job then I will decide and I think you are so if you happy to I would love to take you on at our firm and have you start tomorrow” Violet was shocked, she hadn’t expected to be offered the job so quickly.

“Yes, I would, thank you so much” Violet smiled brightly, and Anne smiled back, shrugging her shoulders.

“Great why don’t I show you Mr Barnes’s office and where you’ll be working as well” she stood up and placed the folder under her arm again whilst Violet followed.

“We start at eight and finish at five with an hour lunch break at one. Mr Barnes will either be in before or after eight, it really depends on him. Your job will be to manage his diary and day of course, typing, organising meetings, answer the phone, organising documents and accompanying him on meetings, taking notes and anything else he requests from you” Anne explained as they walked down a small hall and reach a wide-open space. There was a large desk placed outside two double brown doors.

“This will be your desk, right outside his office so he has easy access to you. computer, phone, printer, everything you need. I’ll have a log in set up for you and a work phone as well. If he’s away sometimes he redirects calls to your phone or mine”.

“Okay, and will I have access to this at home, you know for if I’m sick or something” she asked, and Anne nodded.

“You can set up remote access from your home laptop or computer, I’ll send you a link tomorrow… and this is his office” Anne pulled open the double doors and revealed a huge office.

Pristine white, clean, and sparkly. His desk was just as big as Violet’s and was carefully laid out with every item straight and neat. A huge Apple computer was placed in the middle of the desk along with a laptop as well and an iPad. Does he really need all three? Most likely if he’s a CEO.

There were dark chocolate brown cabinets and cupboards off to one side, a fabric grey couch and white chairs in front of his desk. Underneath was a rug with a simple design consisting of black and grey and white. There was gold trimming around the furniture and desk, adding a pop of colour and the white marble floor was divine. The office itself must have cost over a million itself. Violet stood in awe and Anne laughed softly at her reaction.

“Don’t worry, everyone reacts the same to it” Violet laughed nervously.

“it’s so big and clean and expensive. You were right when he said he has an eye for this stuff”.

“Yes, he’s a tad OCD about things as well but you’ll get used to it” Violet looked slightly nervous at her comment, but Anne laid a reassuring hand on her shoulder.

“You’ll be fine” something troubled her though and Violet couldn’t help but ask.

“Can I ask, how many secretaries has he had?”.

“Well, I won’t lie to you, Mr Barnes has had a few, some just didn’t work out or weren’t right for the job, others were better. But everyone is different. And look this if off the record but Mr Barnes has a particular taste for girls and… well I think you’ll do just fine here” Violet blinked for a moment and sucked her bottom lip in, biting it nervously. What could she mean by that?

Chapter 3

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